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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 6 months

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Feel Your Insides

Summary: Ben tries so hard to control himself, but it's so hard when you let him in Pairings: Yandere! Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves x Fem! Reader Tw: Light Dubious Consent, NSFW, Alcohol, Mean! Jayme, Mentioned! Tentacle stuff, Flirty Ben

He needed to get out of the house. He didn't care where he went, he just needed to get away. So, why was he standing outside of a familiar girl's apartment as she struggled with getting the door open. It all started a few weeks ago-

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He wanted to drink, so he went to a local pub and that's when he saw her. She was sitting by herself with a few glasses on the table infront of her. Maybe it was the drinks, but Ben was thinking she was looking awful pretty with the pink, blue, and yellow lights shinning on her face.

He was about to approach her, but then he realized that he was a fairly big dude and she's a smaller girl by herself and him approaching her would be totally creepy. Though, that thought quickly disappears when the alcohol hits. He orders a Martina before heading towards you.

He puts the Martina on the table, scooting it towards you, causing you to look up at him. You were nervous, obviously. You recognized him as one of those superhero academy kids- Well, they weren't kids, but you know... Was it Umbrella Academy; No, it was Sparrow. Why would it be Umbrella. The thought made you laugh, 'Umbrella. How stupid of a name that would be for an academy.'

"Hey," He awkwardly waved and you repeated the action. He sat next to you and watched all the club goers. It was a nice silence, between you two, something Ben wasn't used too.

It was awkward on your part, but you didn't want to get up and leave, because that would be rude. You also didn't want to tell him to move, because you didn't own the couch and he could sit wherever he wanted.

"Nice weather, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at small talk. He must have been just as nervous as you. You looked over at him, "Yeah. I guess if you like the pouring rain."

He awkwardly rubs his neck, "Do you like the rain?"

"Yeah. When I don't have to drive."

He scoots closer to you and you copy. He picks up the Martina, handing it to you, "Want a drink?"

"Usually, I wouldn't take drinks from random strangers, but you seem trustable." You take the drink from his hand and down it like a shot. You shake your head from the sting, before looking at him, "You're part of that Sparrow Academy, right?"

"What gave it away?"

You look him up and down. "You guys are just... Different. You know?"

He groans, slouching before rubbing his face, "Yeah... I do."

"You have the tentacles right? What's that like?"

He smiles, shaking his head, "Well-"

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"And it's like I'm the only one taking it seriously," Ben complains as you both continue to walk. He holds the umbrella for you both, but he was losing his temper.

"Have you tried talking to them about it? I mean you guys are like family right? You should talk about how you feel." You try suggesting, tilting your head.

He looks over at you, his eyes softening. You had no idea how cute you were, did you? It was sweet to him that you thought they could just 'talk'. "Sometimes it feels like we're strangers living in the same house."

You frown, as you turn into your apartment complex. He follows close behind and you think about what you're going to say next.

"That's sad. No one should have to face the world alone."

"You're alone." It comes out and Ben's eyes widened when it left his mouth. He felt bad and assumed you'd get mad, but you just giggled.

"Actually, I moved out here for school. My parents live in my hometown, but I get your point. Two alone people finding each other; Maybe we can be alone together."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being alone?"

"Yeah, that's the best part. You're no longer alone."

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Ben wanted to kill everyone in the house. Why did they always get on his nerves? He wanted to just punch a wall, repeatedly. He knew he shouldn't have, but he went to the pub- The one he met you at. There was a tiny little voice in his head, hoping he'd see you again, even if he tried to deny it. Luck must have been on his side, because you were at the same table.

"Hey."

You looked over to see the male from before. You smiled seeing his familiar face, "Hi, Ben right?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Yeah," You push some hair back, watching the dancers and the parties.

Ben looked down at his beer, before looking over at you. You looked good- Like really good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but god he wanted to feel your skin under his.

"I never took you for a beer guy."

You snapped him out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

You gesture towards his Bud Light. "Beer. You look more like a Rum guy. Hell, I thought you'd drink Vodka or Whiskey before beer."

"Well, you don't seem like a party club girl."

You laugh, running a hand through your hair, "I'm not. I was actually hoping to see you again." You look over at him, blushing.

Ben kept a straight face, but inside he was freaking out. Did you want to sleep with him too? God, you had such a pretty face. He scooted closer to you and your eyes widened. You watched as he slowly leaned towards you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and usually, that would bother you, but when his lips touched yours, you couldn't even think.

You could feel his hands groping and feeling your skin. His lips were on your neck, sucking and licking you. You moaned, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, giving him access to rub his crotch onto yours. You moaned loudly into his neck. You could hear his heavy groans and huffs in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.

You were thrown onto a bed and you giggled as he practically jumped on you. He kissed your skin as his fingers go to unbutton your blouse. You fiddle with his shirt as he pulls your blouse off. He gets off of you and throws his shirt across his room. He pulls down your pants, nearly creaming when seeing you in some cute, lacy, red underwear.

Where you expecting this? A guy fucking you? Maybe not him specifically, but where you hoping to get laid? You probably were. He kisses your pussy between your panties, his breath causing a shiver to run up your spine. He could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy and he had to stop himself from creaming right there.

He pulled your panties aside and lightly kissed your pussy. As he pulled his lips back, he sucked on you. His hands squished your thighs and you were sure his fingernails were going to leave marks. You groaned as he worked his tongue inside of you, feeling your gummy walls.

Your hands find their way into his hair and you pull him closer to you. You hear him groan against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into him. You could feel his nose brushing your clit, creating more pleasure to consume your body. You had never wanted a man inside you more in your life.

It was strange since you hadn't known this man very long. Yet here you were, on his bed in his room in his house. Usually, these things would intimate you, but this felt natural. You liked this.

You liked the way his mouth sucked on your skin. You liked the way his fingers felt hot against your thighs. You liked the way his breath felt on your vagina. You liked the way his nose rubbed your clit.

He pulls your waist up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He was ontop of you, his biceps squeezing you tightly. You could feel his abs pressed deeply against your stomach, and his chest pressed against your breast. You could feel his hard dick pressed against your crotch as he rubbed it against you.

You moaned loudly because of the stimulation, covering his own groans. You could feel his smirk against your neck, but you were to cock drunk to say something. He shimmed off his boxers, before grabbing his cock and leading it towards your pussy.

He pushes the tip against you, before slowly pushing it inside. He was girth and thick, his veins perturbing the sides, so he knew he had to be easy with you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, before scratching his back. He moaned in slight pain, before bottoming out inside of you.

He pulled out, before thrusting back in causing the headboard to Thump! against the wall. Usually, he'd care about the noise and waking one of the others, but now he didn't give a shit. Infact, he hoped they all heard him fucking you, because the power boost he'd get with everyone knowing he was having sex really gets him going. Though, he didn't need to thump the bed to get some noise, because you were moaning like you were being fucked by Zeus himself.

God, Ben felt good. Your eyes were rolled back, your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted to let the moans escape. Seeing you on cloud nine nearly made him cum, so he pushed his head into your neck, as to not lose himself too soon.

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You groaned, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the curtains. You stretched out your arms, before feeling another body- a very strong, athletic body- underneath your hands. You looked over to see Ben and you felt your face erupt in a heavy heat. Had he always been so muscular? You quickly sat up, and your blush deepened when you realized you were naked. You lifted up the sheets and much to your surprise [Not really], he was also naked.

You quickly got up, picking up your clothes and getting dressed. You looked around the room to see you were not in YOUR room. You groaned, trying not to trip over yourself as you slowly opened the door. You looked back at him when hearing it creak to see he was still knocked out. He must have been black out drunk, he had drunken a lot last night, since he didn't move an inch.

You lightly shut the door behind you as you sighed in relief.

"So, you're Ben's loud moaner."

You blushed, before turning towards a lean girl with black hair. She didn't look all to nice, in fact she looked very annoyed. She looked you up and down before walking past you.

"Sorry," You lightly whispered as she passed you.

She just rolled her eyes and the guilt in your stomach festered and you realized you had to get out. You went down the hallway only to curse when a door opens and you quickly hide behind it. It was a girl with curly brunette hair. She must not have realized you were there, because she quickly walked past you.

You rushed down a flight of stairs, before finally seeing your exit. As you go to open the door, a man opens it. He is surprised to see you and you want to die on the spot. Before he can ask you questions, you push past him and exit the house; Hoping to never see them again.

Marcus watched as you left, rather confused. He wanted to question what the hell was going on, but then he realized that you were probably taking a 'Walk of Shame' and he was not about to humiliate you more than necessary.

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Ben awoke with his head banging like someone was playing the drums inside his skull. He felt around his bed, disappointed when he realised it was empty. He groaned, sitting up, and rubbing his head. He pulled off the blankets and cracked his back, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

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Ben shook his head, shaking himself of the past. You were together again, and this time he was at your house instead of his. It felt more... personal. He felt a warm bubbling feeling knowing you trusted him enough to let him into your home, but you were also drunk. Not drunk enough where you weren't coherent, but you were a little wobbly.

"Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting company."

He didn't think it was mess. It was lived in, something he didn't know much about. It was comfy and he wanted to immerse himself into your home. Yes, that's what it was, a home.

"It's nice. I like it."

You shrug, throwing your bag, "It's not much, but it's home."

"Yeah..." He follows behind you as you lead him to your room. It felt way to personal to see this space. Your room was just like you, calm and comfy. He sat on your bed, fiddling with the blankets.

"This may be a weird question," You remove your blouse, pulling it over your head, before turning to him. He had already seen you naked, so you didn't mind to much. Besides- he's pretty easy on the eyes.

He looked at you expectedly and your face turned a nice pink. You were starting to wonder if she should even be asking this question. You looked away from him, deciding to focus on a book.

"The tentacles thing, you know, have you ever...?"

You hear him laugh and you felt embarrassed. You were starting to feel stupid, until you heard him respond.

"What? Used my tentacles during sex? No. Do you want to be the first?"

You were taken aback. When did he get so flirty? He was watching you, waiting and you didn't know what to say. You go to your dresser pulling out a shirt, disappointing Ben. He was hoping the conversation would lead to the same situation as before.

"So, no tentacle sex?"

Your face was hot, you were sure you were running a fever, as you quickly turned towards him, "What? No-" You shake your head, "No way."

Ben frowned. "No way?"

You began to stutter over your words when you realize how they sounded. "I didn't mean it- You're great- Like all aspects of you, even in bed. I just meant like that would be weird right? It'd be like fucking a squid- Wouldn't it-"

"I don't know, I've never fucked a squid." He's very matter of fact and straight to the point.

"Right. I just meant- Well, I mean, you know..." You looked around your room trying to find a way out when you saw a book peaking from under your bed. You quickly grabbed it and showed it to Ben. You sit on the bed and he scoots towards you. "I remember when I first got this comic book on you and your siblings. I didn't believe you guys were real. You remember how I told you how I moved out here for school?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that wasn't entirely true. I mean it was, but I was hoping I'd run into you guys. You know, see you in action in real time."

"Oh, you saw me in action."

You blushed, rubbing your face, "Yeah... Yeah I did, huh? I thought you guys were so cool."

"So what you plan on sleeping with us all?" He asked, a little upset.

"No?" You said, a little confused. You didn't know where he got that idea from, but you hoped to shut it down. "I'm not really good with my words."

"Who is?" He lays on your bed, messing with his hair, "Sorry. About what I just said. I don't know why I said that."

"It's fine, Ben."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like you."

"I really like you, too."

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pandoraslxna · 9 months

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susieandhobbes · 2 months

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Racism is wild because what do you mean Richonne has 1500 fics on AO3 and like 50% of them are only as side characters to the most demented and godless ships you've ever has the misfortune of seeing tagged???

A CANON post-apocalyptic, relunctant allies to lovers, found family, I would kill and die for you ship and 1000 fics is IT?!?!

#it boggles the fucking mind #as a point of reference #there are 1!2!0!0! daryl x reader fics #(which btw several of which count towards the total number of richonne fics)#y'all hate Black women soo fucking bad #because a show of the walking dead's popularity #AND A GOD-TIER SHIP #with under 2k fics?!?!#oh hell is so hot for you #richonne

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miekasa · 2 years

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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

#anonymous #satoru ‘i’m not crying i’m just. really fucking SAD OKAY I MISS THEM!!!!’ gojo #satoru: maybe my eyes are misty!! so what!!! there’s a lady and baby gojo waiting for me at home and i’m HERE! I HATE IT HERE!!!!!!!!#can we talk about your lineup of babysitters tho LMFAOO #you have basically a father number 2 (the one u call on the most bc let’s be real. why wouldn’t you) + the kid ADORES him #also you can leave the kid w nanami for like. more than a day shoukd something happen. he’s the best #he’s gentle he’s reliable he’s safe he just. best godfather fr #shoko who the baby is obviously Safe with in the literal medical sense but god she needs a nap more than he does LMFAO #baby seems to like her tho and she’s always like ‘i can’t believe this is /satoru’s/ spawn’#megumi is basically the kids older brother for all intents and purposes and the baby loves him :(#megumi gets the most squishes (see gently smacked with a baby palm) and kisses and megumi just. allows it :((( so cute :(((#yuuta whos always like you..:. are you sure you want ME to babysit? and then is a natural bye #like wdym you got him to eat the steamed cauliflower AND not spill his yogurt AND only have one outfit change?#anon u make me YEARN #gojo x reader #satoru.ask

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orionissleeping · 2 months

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I’m in love with Charles Smith pining

Omg

He would SERVE you/hj

You don’t know how to hunt ? Well you do now ! Like, imagine his hand on top of yours, just teaching you how to properly hold a bow, but his touch would just linger a second too long, not wanting to let go of you

Or like, if you have a favorite type of meat, whether it be venison or pork, he’ll go out of his way to try and track down those specific meats, his lover only deserves the best

Sometimes, he’ll take you out stargazing, and while you’re cuddling with each other on the grass, and just talk. He loves talking about his family, his cultural roots. Or he’ll point out shapes in the stars. He doesn’t open up often, but you’re an exception

I HEART CHARLES

Also Work Song and Like Real Peopls Do both by Hozier is so him ong 😍😍😍

Guys pls tag me in any and all Charles Smith x Reader fics puh LEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

#rdr #red dead #read dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr x reader #red dead redemption x reader #charles smith #Charles smith x reader #I love Charles #number one Charles fan right here guys #I need him in a multitude of ways

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lot-of-nothing · 3 months

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Can I Call You Rose? (Ch. 1?)

Chessy x Reader

As the new viticulturist (grape-growing expert) at Nick Parker's vineyard, you fall for a certain nanny. (Post-Parent Trap movie I think)

Warnings: SOFT SMUT (with a little plot and romance)

You wondered if your fingers were going to go numb, or perhaps your heart would just explode first?

You had finally worked up the courage to kiss the auburn-haired beauty mere hours ago and now Chessy’s lips were finally attached to her neck. You had met during your first week as Nick Parker’s head viticulturist. Her warmth was magnetic and you always tried to find reasons to tend to the grapes closest to the house in case you could start a conversation with the nanny. You spent many afternoons together, flirting while she brought you her homemade lemonade or while you walked her around the rows of vines handing her grapes to try. Chessy always seemed to wear a smile when you were near, filling you with butterflies in return. You had been dreaming of this moment since you first met the beautiful woman and now you were filled with pure unfiltered anxiety.

Chessy’s open mouth kisses to your throat and collarbone were unlike anything you had ever experienced. Were you supposed to crave her as much as you did? There was a fire ignited in the pit of your stomach that hungered for something that felt so forbidden.

As nervous as you were, you wanted more. You needed more. You wanted to feel Chessy’s hands setting every inch of your skin aflame… but the thrum of energy winding through every cell in your being had you wondering if you would have a panic attack or pass out before that could happen.

“Hon… Hon? Honey!”

You must have spaced out entirely as Chessy’s voice drew you back to reality. Next thing you knew, Chessy’s hands were now cupping your face, staring intently into your eyes.

“Hm?” You hummed, your eyes brimming with tears as you felt like you could finally breathe again. You felt incredibly embarrassed that you felt that you couldn’t handle the physical intimacy. It was hard when you were so in love with Chessy and lacked the experience you thought necessary to please her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Chessy’s voice was just above a whisper. She was terribly worried that she had pushed the bounds of your relationship too far too soon. Little did she know that it would be your own slip up that would be the culprit of a ‘too much too soon’ relationship.

“I-I-I…” You quickly stopped herself short, not wanting to make yourself cry.

“It’s okay… Wanna finish our movie, honey?”

You shook your head furiously, determined to push yourself through the anxiety and nerves.

“Honey…” Chessy seemed skeptical, her hands squeezing your cheeks. The extra bit of care Chessy showed was all you needed to lose your head, tears pooling in your eyes and spilling onto your cheeks.

You stared into your hands, trying to explain to Chessy why you were struggling to get through your anxieties. “I just… don’t- I just don’t know how to pleasure a woman…”

“Tell you what. Come’re…” Chessy cooed, drawing you in so you could sit between the auburn beauty’s legs. From there Chessy gently caressed your arms, speaking in a firm but gentle tone. “I am going to turn on a different show and you are gonna sit right here and enjoy it, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded, reclining back in Chessy’s arms as an attempt at relaxing. A few moments passed of Chessy tapping away on her phone. The audio sounded off before you even comprehended what was playing, “I hope you are nice and wet for me.”

You certainly weren't expecting Chessy to stream a guided masturbation from her phone onto the television.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, “Wha-?”

Chessy’s hands fell to your sweatpants, pulling out the band a couple of inches as she spoke, “I want you to just relax. Just do what she tells you to, okay?”

Your hand was shaking as you pushed it into your sweatpants, never having experienced anything like a guided masturbation before. While daunting, it was incredibly hot.

The audio rang over the tv speakers once more, causing butterflies to swirl in your stomach, “Now, why don’t you see how wet you are for me? Slip your fingers in your panties for me.”

As you slipped your fingers in your underwear, you let out a whimper at first contact with your cunt. What else would you be in for with this nanny? What other tricks were hidden up her sleeves to drive you wild?

Even though all of your building anxiety, you had grown incredibly wet from Chessy’s touch. You rolled your head back onto Chessy’s shoulder, earning a kiss to your temple as you did. Chessy’s voice was gentle in your ear, “You are doing so well, honey.”

The video instructed you once more, telling you to focus on your clit. Considering the pacing of the video, Chessy must have found a video long enough to help you relax, but short enough that she could find more involvement in your pleasure sooner rather than later.

Doing as you were told, you circled your clit and felt yourself melting back into the auburn beauty’s arms. What you couldn’t see was Chessy’s smile as she felt the tension in your body fade. Her hands wound up your front, working your t-shirt up your torso to access your breasts.

The audio emanated from the tv was filled with the performer's moans, but you were becoming enraptured by the soft, encouraging hums from the woman behind you. Chessy’s hands drifted up and down your stomach, stopping at your breasts to give a gentle squeeze before shifting back down once more.

“Let me hear you, sweetie…”

You bit your bottom lip and turned your face into Chessy’s neck, unsure if you were ready to be heard.

Without a response, Chessy hummed disapprovingly, her hand slipping its way into your sweatpants and then underwear in search of your wetness. At the feeling of her fingers mingling with yours in your cunt, you withdrew your hand and dropped it to your side to allow her to take over. You couldn’t keep yourself from softly sighing at the feeling of her gentle fingertips working against your clit.

“God, you are so wet…” Chessy whined at the way your wetness coated her fingers.

You bucked your hips up into her hand, desperately wishing for this sensation to last forever. With her arms around you, fingers dancing around your clit, and her hot breath against your neck, your head was spinning. You couldn’t help but moan before blurting your thoughts to Chessy, “You- you’re so beautiful…”

“Mmm… thank you, honey.” Chessy cooed, her arm winding around your waist to cradle you close as her fingers continued working against you. Your entire being was set aflame by Chessy’s loving embrace and skilled fingers.

Your breathing rate was growing faster and faster, the coil in your stomach tightening as you grew closer to your orgasm.

Chessy’s teeth nipped at your earlobe, tenderly nibbling as she added extra pressure as she circled your clit. Her voice came as a soft whisper, forcing warmth to spread across your face. “I can feel you getting close. You are so beautiful when you fall apart like this for me.”

“Fuck, I love you~” You exhaled, not registering your words while your hands clung to her forearm.

Sadly, you were too lost in the throes of your eminent orgasm to notice her lack of a response. She only nuzzled you with her cheek and held you tight as your orgasm washed over you.

Your back arched and your hips thrashed, unable to contain yourself. Your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a lengthy moan, trying to enjoy every ounce of the orgasm Chessy guided you through.

Chessy sighed with a soft smile and withdrew her hand from your pants. She was trying to ignore her own anxiety building from her lack of response to your omission of love. While she felt she loved you as well, it all felt like too much too soon. In years past, she had dove head first into relationships and had only been burned in return. She had no intention of ruining your relationship over the omission of her own feelings.

“How do you feel?”

“Mmm… good.” With a deep breath, you roll over in her arms, pressing your cheek near the base of her sternum. You tucked your hands under her wide hips and enjoyed the feeling of your bodies pressed together. “How do you feel about me returning the favor?”

Chessy pushed her anxieties deep down, not wanting to ruin a perfect moment. She had been falling for you since you started at the Parker estate. “Maybe in the morning…”

“Are you sure? I would love to-”

There was that word again. It made Chessy’s stomach drop.

“No. It’s really okay. We could just… finish our movie.”

She seemed curt in her reply. It lacked the typical warmth you always received from her. It made you terribly self conscious until her hands wandered to the skin of your back, drawing loopy circles with one hand while her other turned the tv back to your movie.

“Mmm… you better be careful or I’ll fall asleep.” You murmured, testing the waters of how likely it would be for you to spend the night with the nanny.

“Whatever shall I do. I would hate for someone so cute to be in my bed when I woke up.” Chessy was being incredibly sarcastic, her hands continuing to scratch your back in lazy loops.

You allowed your own hands to wander her hips and thighs as a different form of self-soothing. You obsessed over the soft dips of cellulite and the slopes created by the widening of her hips. Her baggy clothing hid the curves you wanted to memorize through all of your senses.

Chessy’s eyes drifted shut as she pushed herself to enjoy your loving touch. It was hard for her to accept such unadulterated affection, but she desperately wanted to try. It felt so good for her to be wanted and desired, but the vulnerability required for a deep and meaningful relationship lurked in the back of her mind.

#chessy #the parent trap #chessy the parent trap #lisa ann #lisa ann walter #LAW #the plot was an after thought yet i think this could be something angsty and smutty #smut was the number one priority okay???#idk we will see how it goes #maybe i will do a part 2 we will see if anyone likes this #be nice this is the first fic i am posting here okay?#chessy x reader #lisa ann walter x reader #fanfic

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babybammargera · 2 months

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Bunny and Baby Lifeguards on duty

Party boy x fem reader (early jackass era)

You’re sitting on the floor of the van brainstorming ideas for skits with the boys and Jeff. Normally you’d get thrown into something chaotic with Ryan or maybe Ehren but apparently, fans like it when you interact with Party Boy. Jeff looks at you, “How do you feel about doing the lifeguard bit with Pontius?” You shrug and look up from your iPod, “depends on the context. “Tony Hawk just bought a house and the pool is currently empty. And we somehow convinced him to film a bit with Bam, Dave, Steveo, Ehren, and Weeman where they're skating the pool basically slamming into each other trying to skate and you two get to shoot them with paintball guns and look pretty in bikinis. You in?” You crack a smile, “Chris is prettier than me and pulls off a bikini better but I'm down, Bam and Sleepo have been pranking me a ton this week so I'm ready to get them back.”

The next day the crew arrives at the house and everyone is setting up and getting ready. You had already gotten dressed for the day, A black bikini top with the jackass logo on it and short black shorts to match. You touch up your makeup and hair in the mirror then head outside. Pontius bounces up full of energy wearing a full cheetah print bikini with matching bunny ears, “Hey if there's time could you braid my hair in two fishtail braids it's fucking hot.” You nod and sit down on one of the pool chairs Jeff had brought for the bit, “Pigtails?” He settles on the ground between your feet smiling, “You know me so well.” Despite how long his hair is you make quick work of the task and finish them just as Jeff gathers everyone up for filming, “Okay so here's the paintball guns I'll let you two figure out how you wanna introduce the bit but we've settled on Pool of Pain for the name.” he runs to his director's chair and sits down. Pontius strikes a “sexy” pose as Spike starts filming, “Hi I'm Bunny the lifeguard and I'm here with my friend and the true eye candy of jackass y/n and she's helping me on lifeguard duty today at the pool.”You look over your sunglasses at the camera and smile, “This is the Pool of Pain and trust me there's gonna be a lot of it.” You turn as the camera pans to the other boys and nail Steveo right in the leg with a brightly colored paintball. One by one they drop into the pool narrowly avoiding each other at first but then quickly beginning to collide as they try to avoid the paintballs. Ryan is the first to bail scrambling out of the pool tossing the battered-up skateboard he probably borrowed from Bam to the side, “All right I'm out!” You crack up at the sight, “Come on Ry can't take the heat?” He flips you off and lays in the grass. Soon the others follow suit one by one crawling out of the empty pool with various bruises and scrapes splattered with neon paint. Steveo gets close to the camera wiping his face with his shirt, “That fucking sucked dude.” Jeff giggling behind the monitors calls it a wrap. Adjusting your top you glance at your partner in crime for the day, “Ya know if you take away the paintballs it looked pretty fun.” Tony walks by and puts his helmet on your head, “Go skate if you want.” You make a face and set the sweaty helmet to the side before picking up Bam and Steveo's discarded boards, “care to join the party Pontus?” He grins and takes off his bunny ears, “hell yeah!”

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abigfanofstarwars · 1 year

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episode 10 has been watched and honestly shout out to our sweet baby 💕Gonky 💕

gonky has probably had more lines and screen time than crosshair has throughout the show

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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i am begging for a three way smut fic with fem!reader with johnny and bam <3 make it about whatever you want! i just want somethin of those 2 together

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Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera x fem!reader Nsfw

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Front and Back.

There you stood in your blue and yellow striped socks. Little white stars littered across them. Fuzzy pj’s and just a tank top. You scratched your head staring at your door handle. Your friend had just landed you an insane opportunity. Inside your pocket, your fate was held on your tiny flip phone.

“Dude! Go fucking hook up with Margera. You guys are staying at the same hotel!” Reading the text you just shook your head. You had been staying in the hotel just traveling for fun. You were in the bum fuck of Vegas in a random hotel. What were the odds? And what were the odds one of the stars of Jackass would hook up with you?

You really didn’t want to pass off a potential opportunity. Your friend had an insanely weird way of finding famous people, and Bam was one of the many you strongly adored. You had already assumed it would be an easy snag from stories you’ve heard. You wouldn’t mind a solid one-night stand. Come out of it with a cool story at the end? You rolled your eyes at yourself. Don’t get your hopes up. You didn’t even slip shoes on. You didn’t count on anything.

You turned the door handle taking one big breath. Stepping your feet onto the cold cement. Looking past the black guard rail, you saw the distant city lights. You pulled your phone back out. Checking the exact room number. Four hundred seven. You were four hundred-four. Huh. How close.

Though walking to the room felt like a damn eternity. You found yourself standing in front of the grey door. The curtains to the room tightly shut. You knocked. Shouldn’t have, but you did. What were you supposed to say? “Oh yeah. My friend found your hotel room. We should fuck!” Anxiety overtook your body just standing there. Not even noticing who had just opened the door.

Holy shit. It wasn’t Bam Margera. But Johnny Knoxville. Standing with a can of Budweiser in his hand. He looked incredibly unentertained by your presence. Checking you up and down. “Can I help you?” He said peering down at you. You couldn’t form words it felt like. Puking on THE Johnny Knoxville’s feet would totally blow everything.

“Yeah, I- I like. I-” You tripped over your words, profusely sweating. Johnny just stood. Holding back a stifled laugh. You can see Bam peering his head from the bed, trying to get a decent look at your face. You took a breath and softly exhaled. “I saw you were around- Well. Bam was around. And decided I’d knock on a random door. Thought at least. Maybe I’ll score a random smoke if it isn’t them. Guess I just got lucky.” You said scratching your head again out of anxiety.

“Mmmhm.” Knoxville hummed. “Maybe you came to the right door doll. Bam could spare you a smoke?” He said poking his head back into the room to ask him. He nodded his head. Holy shit. Maybe this would actually work. Besides the fact that you showed up in your pj’s. Bam got off his still neatly made bed and walked up to the door frame. Smiling he looked back up to Johnny.

“Go ahead and let her in Johnny. She can score more than a cigarette in here if she wants. Are you a fan? He said grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the vanity dresser. “Uh.. Yeah. I’m a pretty big fan of you both.” You said watching him light the cigarette up. Glancing at the “No Smoking” sign neatly placed on the wooden table. He took a puff and handed it off to you. You took a drag and hung it in your fingers. The three of you just stood in the doorway. Almost in silence. “Well. Would you like to stay awhile? I mean. You’ve got two pretty… hungry men in here.” Johnny said shutting the door behind him.

“Hungry?” You questioned him. He smiled in response. You knew exactly what he meant, and you knew exactly what you had put yourself into. Immediately from nervous to unbelievably aroused. “PJ cut to the chase. Listen. We’re both really damn horny, and you’re one reaaal fine looking lady. If you’re down for anything, we’re too.” He said waiting to take his cigarette back.

You smiled wide handing his cigarette back. “Whatever you boys want to do with me.” You said, shifting the weight in your legs. You felt like a piece of veal thrown to a pack of wolves at that moment. “Fuck.. Whatever we want?” Johnny responded with unbridled excitement. Taking a quick sip of his beer.

Being fucked by two Jackass guys wasn’t exactly on your bucket list, but here you were. That’s how you wish.. It would’ve gone. Though. Not all. You hadn’t even knocked on the door yet. Just standing there a bit creepily. The door swinging open you jumped back. Bam Margera ran out of the room gagging.

He hacked up whatever was in his mouth over the railing, and you stared a bit confused. A hardy laugh coming from the room. Recognizable as ever. You perched your head slightly to look into the room. Johnny and a half-naked girl sat next to him on the bed. Smiling she was sliding her shirt back on.

He gave her a gentle pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her shoes and gave you a nod as she left the room. Were they already busy? You just stood awkwardly against the railing. Waiting for some kind of acknowledgment. After Bam was done spitting, he shook his head, fixing his hair.

Shooting you a glance, then a full turn. “Hey.” He said brushing off his shirt. “Hey.. I’m like. A really big fan.” You said with a lump in your throat. He smiled wide, immediately turning his head to meet Johnny’s immediate stoked look. “Want to come in?” Bam said pointing his arms in the direction of the room. “Oh- Uh- Yeah. I’d love to.” You smiled.

You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Taking a seat in the large chair pulled away from the table. Bam came back into the room, glaring at Johnny. “That wasn’t fucking funny asshole.” He said turning towards you, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right. It was hilarious.” He said snickering.

You gave a confused look, having the guts to question what was so funny? “What happened?” You had said figuring it would be some normal disgusting antics they usually got themselves into. Before Bam could get a word in, Johnny piped into the conversation. “Bam and I had a challenge going on how many women we could sleep with. He got unlucky with that last one, and she spit his load right back into his mouth.” Johnny said with a goofy smile. Bam shot Johnny a look, like had just fumbled their plans with you.

You gave a nervous laugh. “That’s awful.” You said shifting in the chair. “So uh.. This challenge you guys got going on. Would I be- you know? Able to be a part of it?” You said a little nervous. The room was silent for a moment. Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t knowww. How about you come over here and show me that you want to be a part of it.” He said patting his leg.

Your heart dropped through your pants. If your friend was here with you right now she would be cheering you on. You got up with wobbly legs and a peaking smile. You stopped between Johnny’s spread legs and leaned down for a small kiss. Not wanting to intrude his space if he wasn’t interested in you. Though through the first kiss, Johnny Immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up from the bed. He towered over you, leaning down to fully ensnare you with his kiss.

You complied with his movements, sliding your tongue with his. Guiding your hands around his body. This could possibly be the most exciting moment of your life. His cold hands slipped under your tank top, rubbing his hands into your hips. He felt around your body. His mouth tasted of stale beer, but something you really didn’t even mind.

He broke free from the kiss, staring down at you. He smiled, going in for another small kiss. Bam whined from the corner. “That’s not fair Knox. You need to learn to share.” He whined standing from his chair. He whispered into your ear. “Do I reaaalllly have to share you? I’d love to keep you.” He snickered pulling away from your ear. You smiled wide. Johnny sat back down on the bed, though you stood still. Waiting for Bam to make his way towards you.

Your face was unbelievably red. You could believe this was happening. You took the initiative as Bam strolled over. Pulling your tank top off. Both him and Johnny flicking their eyes to your uncovered breasts. Swollen nipples waiting patiently for someone to grab onto them. Once he broke the distance between you two, he laid you flat on the bed. Getting between your legs and immediately grasping onto your breasts.

His cold hands pressing and kneading into you. You watched his face with intent, Johnny next to you grasping at his pants. Letting go of your right breast he leaned down and sucked your tender nipple. Rolling his tongue around it, continuing to play with your left breast.

You pressed your head into the sheets, staring at the ceiling in bliss. As he switched breasts you reached down to push your hand into your pants. Begging for some kind of pleasure. He grabbed your wrist holding it to your side as he popped off your swollen nipple.

“I’ll let you pick beautiful. Do you want my cock in your sweet mouth or your tight pussy? You sat up, supporting yourself with your elbows. “Mmmmm..” You pretended to think. “I’ll take it in my pussy Bam.” You said rubbing your legs together.

“Good answer.” He said with a telling smile. “Knoxville you get her mouth. Be appreciative” He said ushering you fully onto the bed. “She probably likes me better than you anyways Bam, don’t get too cocky.” He said sliding himself off the bed.

He wasn’t really wrong, but you liked them both. You moved your way onto the bed, still wearing your fuzzy pajama pants. You shuffled them off with your feet, leaving your silly colored socks on. Now you were almost entirely naked. You never wore underwear to bed, so now you were lain out in the bed. Feeling like a centerpiece at a beautiful dinner table.

You inched on your hands and knee’s to the front of the bed. Where Johnny stood stripping his clothes. Unbuckling his belt as quickly as possible. Shoving his pants down to his ankles. Throwing his shirt onto the floor. Taking his length into his hand and giving it a few strokes. Eyeing his hairy stomach leading to his shaft.

Behind you listened a little nervous. Hearing bam undress behind you. Grabbing the lube off the end table he climbed into bed ready. You adjusted yourself a little more spread. Making sure you could reach both men.

You inched slightly closer, Johnny caressing your chin as you moved his way. Once you were lined up Johnny’s tip you gave it a swift lick. Tasting whatever dribble of precum had leaked out. From behind Bam grabbed onto your hip, his opposite hand to line up with your hole. Pausing to smack his cock against you. Squeezing some lube onto himself and lathering some into you.

With no warning, he pressed deep into you, an extreme burn as he entered. He continued to push inside until he was fully inside. Pressing his face against your back. He rocked himself in and out at a surprisingly gentle pace. Though Johnny wasn’t as forgiving. His hand bunched into your hair, dragging your mouth slowly on and off his dick. Moving you at his own pace.

You were under the control of two men at once and it was incredibly overwhelming. The pleasure burning through your body could almost make you shake. You rocked your hips with bams while trying to control how much you took from Johnny. Bam picking up pace was slamming into you now. Gripping at your hips.

Johnny was enjoying you more than you expected, smiling and mimicking your face as Bam slammed deep into you. “You like that you little fucking slut? Two dicks at once?” Johnny said as he picked up his pace on you. Pumping himself in and out of your mouth. Bam began to whine and whimper as he rocked into you. Hitting a spot that entirely untangled your core.

You began to scream on Johnny’s cock, and he took this as an advantage to full-slam your mouth. “Oh fuuuck. You’re going to swallow so much of my cum.” Johnny giggled. Being skull fucked from the front, and railed from the back. You couldn’t handle it much longer. Johnny’s cum shooting down the back of your throat his cock buried inside of your mouth. Tightening the already extreme grip he had on your hair. Bam squeezed his ounces of cum into you, making sure every last bit was as deep as he could get it. Pulling out of you and resting himself on your back. Johnny removed himself from your mouth rubbing your scalp. You were exhausted. Nearing collapsing with Bam’s weight still on top of you.

Bam let off of you, and you finally just laid flat on your stomach. Still trying to clear your throat of his load. Johnny pulled his pants back up, and Bam went to the bathroom. You huffed looking up. “I think that’s the best nut I’ve had in a very very long while. But hey? I never caught your name?”

You shrugged. “I think I’ll keep it that way.” You said with a shy smile. Wait until your friend hears about this. It’s going to be a wild story.

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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YO (idk if I can do two together like this but) number 17 from the gestures prompt matches SO WELL with the first line from the dialogue list ("Hold on, let me fix this for you." ) LIKE OMG. IMAGINE THAT WITH HAWKS. IM DEAD ALREADY.

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Keigo "Hawks" Takami x Reader

Summary: A dressed up night is unusual for you and Hawks, yet all you want to do is go home and relax together.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing NSFW, Hawks being a flirty shit, fluff<3

A/N: Just for my special Nem Nem! I've actually been on an MHA kick so this works in my favor. Enjoy some ~shmexy~ Hawks! -Birch<3

Prompts used:

1. "Hold on, let me fix this for you."

17. Standing still as your lover rubs smudged lipstick/lipstick stains off of your skin, catching them off guard by pressing a kiss against their fingertip.

Waiters and waitresses rushed by your table, platters of fine wines and cheese charcuterie boards bustling past. For one of the fanciest and highest-rated restaurants in Japan, you somehow felt uncomfortable.

Your husband, Keigo, sat across from you at your premier seating arrangement. Your view was gorgeous, you couldn't deny it.

It was a red brick rooftop overlooking the city below, with the sun setting across the skyscrapers, painting them in soft shades of lavender and baby blue just as the sun was sinking.

The city below you was alive, it was Friday night after all. Horns honked on the roadways below, everyone rushing around to meet up with friends or get home to watch the newest episode of their favorite show.

The best view was the one sitting across from you- Keigo. Leaning back in his chair, he seemed completely unbothered by the looks the two of you were getting.

It wasn't hard to see why he was the best sight around. His blonde curls were soft and smoothed out of his face, just a stray curl falling out of place to lay on his forehead.

His hair was longer than usual, but you didn't seem to mind. You preferred to run your fingers through the feathery pieces when they were longer, as it gave you a way to draw him close to you.

Keigo's skin was clear and ever so slightly dewy from the heat of the night, the bastard. Paired with his golden gaze and dark, thick lashes, he was glowing.

The part that seemed to have you bewitched was the white button-down covering his torso. It was a plain, white dress shirt, yes, but Keigo made it look like it should have been on a runway.

The sleeves were rolled up neatly to his elbows, showing off his strong and thick forearms. To fancy up his outfit, he even wore his newest watch, the silver glinting with the rays of the sun.

As if that wasn't enough, a few bands of silver covered his fingers, the rings enhancing the length and thickness of the digits, which you had to keep steering your mind away from.

Keigo seemed to be on a roll trying to distract you because in addition to his arms and hands looking inviting, the top two buttons were undone around his collar. His defined clavicle poked through, the necklace with your initial hanging around his neck making your heart flutter every time you looked at it.

To top it all off, well-fitting black slacks and dress shoes pulled the whole look together. And he had the audacity to sit across from you and not even realize he was a heaven-sent angel.

"Hey love," his voice rips you out of your trance, "I'm thinking I either want the grilled chicken salad or the pork shogayaki. What do you think?"

His eyes flash up to meet yours innocently, his golden gaze genuine as he gauged your reaction. He gets distracted looking at you though.

There you are, looking shy and uncomfortable, yet breathtakingly beautiful. Your hair was pinned up on your head, leaving your neck accessible to the air to stay cool.

Small bits and pieces of jewelry donned your ears, wrists, and neck, but nothing too flashy. Even though Keigo promised to take you to the fanciest place in Japan, you didn't feel like standing out.

A black dress was your first choice, the cut tight around your waist but flowed out around your hips, the fabric perfect for getting twirled around the dance floor.

Keigo's favorite part about your look? The deep burgundy lipstick that glimmered almost too much on your lips. They just looked so kissable, so bite-able, that he was completely distracted from ordering.

You look back at your husband, giving him an uncertain smile before mumbling, "Oh, that all sounds lovely, but..." You trail off as another set of waiters hustle by, and you scooch toward Keigo to avoid them.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on the back of your chair, his gaze following the wait staff to ensure none of them touched you by accident.

When the coast is clear and he turns back to you, your face still holds a hint of nervousness. He smiles at you softly and asks, "Spit it out, love."

You close your eyes and huff before picking up his golden gaze and murmuring, "I kind of just want to go home."

Before he can say anything, you wave your hands in front of you and protest, "And it's not because dinner isn't going to be good or I don't enjoy the view, or that I don't appreciate you bringing me to this really fancy-" "Y/n/n," he cuts you off.

He gives you a wide and cheeky grin as he replies, "Doll, I was waiting to see how long it took you to break." Your mouth falls open in shock as you playfully swat at him, but he chuckles and catches your failed attempt.

Instead, he clasps your wrist and hauls you to your feet, walking you around the tables to the edge of the restaurant. His wings poof out behind him, and he releases your hand to step up onto the edge of the roof.

Then, Keigo turns around to face you, well aware of the gazes of everyone around you glued to his spectacle. He grins wickedly before offering you his hand and stating, "My lady?"

You roll your eyes as you take his hand, and just like that, you are whisked off into the sunset. You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips as he wraps his arms around you, the wind tugging at your clothes and hair.

Keigo tries flying as smoothly as he can to get you home comfortably, but he also enjoys the time he can have you wrapped up in his arms without a care in the world.

The second you land on your specialized balcony after your short flight, he sets you down gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. Keigo gazes down at you softly and whispers, "I don't care if we go out to the fanciest place to eat or stay in and order KFC. I just want to see you smile and be happy."

Your hands come up to play with the hair at the base of his neck as you whisper back, "I am happy." He smiles at you gently, leaning in to kiss you before he freezes.

His sharp gaze manages to see a smudge of lipstick at the edge of your bottom lip. Must have bumped something on the flight home.

You pout as he pulls away from you, and it takes everything in him to not lean down and smash his lips against yours at the plushness of your lips. Keigo just chuckles and says, "Hold on baby, let me fix this for you."

Your body stills as one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip to clear off the small red stain. Just before he can completely pull his hand away, you ever so slightly lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his finger, painting it red.

You can feel his body pause against yours, and you giggle at the red suddenly dusting Keigo's cheeks. "Good to know I still have that effect on you after all these years," you joke, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Oh love, you have that effect on me every day. And in this dress?" He whistles at the end of his sentence, his gaze flickering up and down to take in your appearance. Keigo's words are flirty, yes, but his eyes are full of love as he leans into you, gently nuzzling your nose against his own.

"Keigo Takami, are you just trying to get in my pants?"

"Y/n Takami, are you always this enchanting?"

"C'mon bird brain, show me how you'd like to clean up this lipstick."

"I can think of a few different positions~"

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kumishona · 7 months

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y'all's memes are fucked up and I'm living for it

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 7 months

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Opinions on Jealous! Ben? maybe both TUA & sparrow academy?

Oh? He seems like he's quick to jealous because of insecurity Tw: Toxic Relationships, NSFW

Ben Hargreeves [The Umbrella Academy] (If he never died)

He's more secure than his counterpart, but he still has insecurities

He's not nearly as aggressive as his counterpart, even though he has a fleeting thought every now and then

He's very passive thought he can get physically violent if it gets to that point

If someone is flirting with you, at first he won't step in

His mind will take a dark turn with thoughts like, 'Oh, she deserves someone better', 'She's going to leave me', 'She found someone better', but then his mind takes a darker turn of wanting to keep you for himself

'Who the hell does she think she is?', 'I'm going to fucking kill him', 'I want to bash his head in with a brick', etc. I think you get my drift

Though, when he sees you getting uncomfortable, those thoughts disappear

He wants to protect you, so he'll step in, ignoring the person flirting with you and coming up with an excuse to pull you away

"Thanks Ben. That guy wouldn't leave me alone," You chuckle, before kissing his cheek

His face errupts in red, but you're already gone before he can do anything about it

Ben Hargreeves [Sparrow Academy]

At first, he pushed you away in fear of you leaving or hurting him

It takes him a long time to let you in

Once he lets you in, you can't leave him, so don't try

He confines in you with things he'd never tell anyone else

You're more submissive than him, like a lot, which makes it a lot easier for him to control you

BUT, that's a topic for another time. We're here for jealousy

He's deeply insecure in himself and his position in the family, so when he sees someone trying to hit on you, it makes his blood boil

He wants to rip them limb from limb and devour there body

Jealous Sex is hard and rough with him. It's kind of his way to solitude your relationship

^ Usually he's soft and gentle, because it's important to him, but when he's mad or jealous it's a 180

He calls you mean names like, Whore, Slut, Bitch, etc

He's madder at you than he is with the person who was flirting with you

He thinks it's your fault, because you should of told that person "Oh, no I'm taken and I would never even think of getting a drink with an ugly piece of shit like you." But you didn't

It'll take a few days for him to come from this intense anger

He'll stay away from you, which can sometimes make his anger worse

He'll soon turn this anger towards the person who deserves it, the guy who was flirting with you. He's going to hunt them down and kill them & it's going to be violent

Once they're dead, he calms down a lot and he becomes nicer to you

He'll get you flowers and chocolate to apologize for his attitude

It'll seem perfect, until the cycle repeats itself and he gets jealous again

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m4nd0l0r · 2 years

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Hungered Sin.

Description: Desire is a humanly feeling, it bubbles and foams— and it’s either one acts upon it, or let it simmer pathetically down the drain.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k (this was supposed to be short uhhh)

Author’s Note: (short note 4 tonight :”)) guess who wrote this at 2am….. i did— this is just pure horny (smut (not piv LMFAO) specifically) (about temptation and what not) born from their parent named academic stress (cough i struggled writing this a little so if its clunky..i’m sorry 😭)… if this has any typos- welp…i’ll going to fix any of those… in the morning (or someday we’ll never know)!— anyway- i hope you giys like this one! (i loved writing this even tho i fought tooth and nail w my docs w this-) (likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!! they motivate sm fr)

(Five’s body is aged up, and his consciousness ranges from 25 to 50 in my works for him from now on— However you decided which age you want for your experience/comfort!!)

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“Can I hug you?”

You asked him in a soft breath, dressed in a dark pinkish mauve turtleneck. It was somewhat tight, wrapping its cloth unto your body as if it were some sort of clay. It wasn’t your usual color, always somewhat preferring something else— and yet Five still stares, focusing, and as entranced as he can be.

His eyes always find their way trailing to wherever he pleases. A ‘curious’ look coats his pupils as he unabashedly stares. And you plainly see it, every damn time— he doesn’t even try to hide it.

He always, always- made himself obvious, as if he was letting you watch himself unfold right in front of you.

And as you look him in the eye, daring to lick your bottom lip right in front of him. You don’t ask him why he stares, because you’re doing this on purpose. The glint in your pupils was too mischievous, even from you.

Five has a good eye, that’s something you were- if not, need to be- sure of.

He notices everything— he just does. It would be stupid to assume he wasn’t keen- observant even.

Every time his fingers fasten his blazer- his wrists, swivelling as he adjusts his cuffs— or even when he holds something- even just a bottle, it always intrigues you— makes you cast your eyes right to his fingertips, a devilish gleam coats you.

Honestly, he questions whenever you gawk unto his hands- supposedly, there was nothing much to marvel at. Blunt clean fingernails to keep jobs easier— filled with callouses from working with digging off scraps, adjusting weapons to fit his precision- his knuckles whitening from the amount of times skin has been scraped off and bloodied.

And yet, you were so enthralled with such a simple thing- to the point that it drives him mad- Insane even, it surprises him on how you could be so interested in something so plain.

But he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t amused.

A tingly, warm feeling courses through Five’s veins as if he were some sort of addict, injecting himself with what the world can offer, and in this case, it was need.

“Of course, angel.” His voice low, it rolls smoothly as if it were silk.

A realization settled on his part- it was also want. The impulse to feel, to fully caress, he wants to embrace you even closer, to further bind you to his skin— your blood simultaneously pumps through your heart as his syncs with yours.

The burning itch, as if flames would eat him alive if he dares not to think of it— to not think of pressing his lips up to the back of your neck, or on the crook by your pulse.

The sheer pure want that settles into his lungs, the urge to breathe you in— He stops himself, letting himself feel you suddenly leave open kisses onto his face, a wind’s touch to clouds; light yet so rousing.

“That wasn’t part of your deal.” Five teases, you only sigh unto his cheek, chuckling.

“C’mon- can’t I kiss you out of all people?” Your voice drawls, a raised brow is drawn from your face. It only serves to make him laugh.

“You don’t even need to ask.” He clarifies, shaking his own head. Your mouth shapes itself like clay, and he only sees your toothy smile— it was genuine; an artisan’s craft, and he merely admires it.

Your lips press down almost roughly but still so soft as you hold his face by your palms. Your breath tickling his skin as if you were the sun to the sea. And one kiss after another, he was sure you would leave kiss marks, and as much as he hated messes, damn it- he likes it.

He felt perverted, for liking it this much— your simple kisses bubbled something in his chest, and it was drowning him.

It was as if something set off in him; a fire fed with fuel, as he felt your fingertips slide further by his ears, right at the crook of his nape. You lightly caress his head as you leave another kiss right beside his mouth- and he only leans in further.

His hands slip- wrapping his fingers unto yours as he guides them down from his own face to his upper arms. Your face quivers in confusion, but it fades, his palms hike down to your sides, to your waist— He pulls you close to him, pushing his lips to yours.

You merely open your mouth, his tongue muffling a sound that escapes your throat— You grip onto his shoulders almost tightly, and his only reaction was a smile that you felt form on your own lips. He lets his hands slither underneath your sweater, caressing so softly to your supple skin.

And he was sure— that he fell into this trap, letting himself become strung unto the threads of temptation. That this hunger for you has grown as each day passes, and his need to feast merely grows precariously; an invasive weed to a perfect field.

He presses himself closer to you, throwing you off- and his hands only further skid through the creases of your back— the pads of his fingertips cold compared to the warmth of your skin. He can’t help it— the pure festered desire just can’t quell itself, and all he finds himself wanting is more.

Adjusting his head, he tilts himself, your teeth bump into each other but he doesn’t mind— he wants this, he needs to be closer- and god— Your hips pressed to his, roughly shifting yourself to match his movements. His pelvis teasingly slides down, hiking back up and burying himself unto your own, your body tenses.

He slips out a shaky groan— He could have sworn he felt his own eyes flutter out of shock. His fingers almost painfully dig down to your skin, and you hum in response. “Fuck.“ His eyes roll, a guttural grunt slipping again from his throat. Before you could even come back to the depths of his lips— His hands- still underneath your sweater- trail to your bare sides, making you shudder.

He almost stopped- a small impulse sprouts itself to go back up and to press his lips against yours— But he doesn’t— feeling you push yourself to his palms, urging- silently pleading him to continue— and his laugh vibrates, a searing sensation against you.

“You really want this?” He whispers to your ear, warm to your flushed skin. You merely form a small serpentine grin, not even hesitating to murmur a silken yes so low he almost didn’t even hear it- yet, it dares to shudder a ripple unto his own spine.

He drags his lips again unto you— and you only huff breathily, echoing a hum of pleasure as Five trails up. His hands grasp unto you, and he forces himself to watch, to see the glint of deconcentration that shone in your eyes because of him. How your mouth shaped into an “O” just as you felt him touch— The way you tried to hide your now aflamed face, only receiving another chuckle as his fingers slipped even lower, briefly touching your waist.

Damn it- This— you were a pure act of desecration; the destroying of his own control. It was irreverent- sinful, to even think that he needs, desires you this much.

It was as if he were a man desperate to get even a drop from an oasis’s springs in a desert full of sand and grime threatening to choke him with each breath he takes; he was simply feeling something quell in his throat, it was as if it were thirst— or even worse, it was hunger.

He knows— Fascination wraps unto him; an anchor into the depths of desire.

And all his sight lets him conjure is you, the one who plagues his dreams with temptation— merely watching him sink down with it.

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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…what else would happen at therapy with five?

AO3

Part 2 of Couples Therapy

Warnings: Yandere, grown-up Five, kidnapped reader

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Five: *throws the phone against the wall* What the hell do you think you're doing?!

Therapist: I- I was-

Five: *leans over the desk and grabs their collar.* Now listen to me carefully, asshole. I'm paying you to help my wife see that I'm her soul mate and understand that she needs me. Your only job is to keep her from wanting to run away from me. Do you understand? Again, your only job is to make her realize that she actually loves me. Now sit in that fuckin' chair and get the money I paid you.

Five: *leans back and gives the therapist a terrifying look.*

You & Therapist: *scared*

Five: *holds your hand tightly.* Where were we? Oh, yes. THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING AND THIS NAIVE WOMAN WANTS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF!

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yaksha-lover · 5 months

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hellooo (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠* your writing complements hozier lyrics so well omg

this idea has been sitting in my brain since i read the sebek shrike fic, but idia and a scenario inspired by abstract (psychopomp)...

the singer's acceptance of the inevitability of death contrasted to his lover's empathy and want to comfort a soul that recently passed makes the brainrot go brrr

this is just. my favourite ask ever <33 hozier is inspo for sm that i write and i’ve been meaning to write something for unreal unearth for a while. i love your idea, it fits so well with idia

The death of his brother shattered any remaining ounce of optimism left in him, leaving Idia apathetic to everyone’s fates, including his own. It’s easier this way; to accept that the world is cruel and there is nothing that can be done to make things better. No use fighting or hoping or loving because nothing he does matters. He can’t change his past or his future, no matter how hard he wishes or prays to whatever higher power he can bring himself to believe in for even a moment.

Never hoping means never being disappointed. Never loving means never getting hurt. Idia’s been resigned to his solitude; why should he bother caring about anything when it will inevitably only bring about more suffering and despair? Why shouldn’t he shut himself away from the world, not giving himself the chance to hope and be hurt?

Why do you hope, in spite of everything?

You know it will die, and yet you cry. You know it will die, and yet you care. It doesn’t make sense to him- the raccoon’s fate is inevitable, and you know this.

Why are you upset, when this is the way of things; when you knew what would happen from the moment you encountered it suffering by the roadside?

Why waste your love on such a hopeless, pitiful creature? One with its fate sealed, no energy left to fight to change its future.

He’s stunned as he watches you remove your jacket to pick up the poor thing, cradling it in your lap as it shivers and heaves. You pay no mind to the dirt or blood it drags onto you.

You make no move to transport the dying creature; you know there’s nothing left to do but-

As Idia watches you stroke your fingers gently through the fur on its head, he’s reminded of when you’d comforted him through another bout of anxiety and spiralling about his future.

No matter how much he’d wished he could shut up, he couldn’t stop babbling to you about his inevitable fate - how it would make even the few things he cared about meaningless. How you would leave him, how your relationship was just him dragging you down and wasting your time. All the things he’d hoped to keep bottled up forever came gushing out.

You’d held him in silence, just as you did for the raccoon now. You’d scolded him for thinking you’d leave, but it wasn’t that sentiment which brought you to tears.

It was when you started admonishing him for saying your relationship could be a waste. He was shaken by the way the drops streamed down your cheeks, your voice remaining steady even as you told him that love was never a waste. That no matter what happened between you and him, that you would never regret loving him.

Just as Idia believes there’s no chance for him to change his future, he believes it was inevitable for him to fall in love with you. He wanted to fight it; not to care, especially about someone so different from him. Someone who still had hope, who challenged his apathy.

It’s hard for him to watch you get hurt by this creature, just as it’s hard for him to watch you get hurt by himself.

With its last bit of energy, the racoon lifts it’s head slightly to peer up at you. It no longer squirms or writhes in pain; there’s a sort of peace to the look in its eyes.

Idia understands the look. He’d felt it himself when you’d held him. You could do nothing to change anyone’s fate, and yet you still fought with everything you could to bring them comfort and make the inevitable as gentle as possible.

He doesn’t know why you care, but he can admit to himself that he’s glad that you do. When you entangle your hand into his, he knows things will not change, but having you by his side makes all the difference.

#partially inspired as well by the devilman crybaby scene #also hozier made my number 2 spot on wrapped this year (he should’ve been number 1 😔)#twst x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twst #twisted wonderland

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Hello hello worm its me Winter back again with fireman!schlatt ideas

Fireman!Schlatt who is a seasoned firefighter now, been on the job for a good few years and has made a name for himself. Now, pair him with a firefighter!reader who is a newbie and has been placed under schlatts wing.

Maybe Schlatt isnt too fond of having the reader under his wing, maybe he doesnt think that the readers got what it takes to be a firefighter. But... maybe something happens that changes his mind...?

*i run away frolicking and giggling

Fireman!Schlatt whose, at this point, remained a firefighter for the past five or six years, the job everchanging but still familiar enough to him that he thinks he could do the job blindfolded.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is one of the few members left from when he originally joined Ladder 131, two or three others remaining behind with him and not running off to explore life or another department.

Fireman!Schlatt, who refuses to go up higher in his job, deciding firmly to remain a firefighter as long as time will allow.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is tasked on occasions, which are far and few between, to allow individuals new to the job to shadow under him.

Fireman!Schlatt, who fucking hates having these kids follow behind him like lost puppies and kittens (no offense to Jambo, of course), which leads the Fire Chief to entrust the job with somebody else.

Fireman!Schlatt, who purposefully tries to exude an intimidating and scary aura to make the new recruits scatter, which always works without any hiccups.

Fireman!Schlatt, whose called to the Chief's office one day, door barely cracked open as light chatter fills the room inside, and while Fireman!Schlatt can, of course, identify the Chief's rough and commanding tone, the other is... new.

Oh.

Oh fuck no.

Fireman!Schlatt, who enters the room not a second later, lips pressed into a tight and forced smile as he nods towards the Chief, confirming that he wanted to see him and discuss the item at hand.

And the Chief only gestures to you, saying nothing else for the moment as you beam the toothy grin, one that parents would have loved to see their children show off in family photos as opposed to the one Schlatt has painted across his lips.

The Chief makes a noise, Fireman!Schlatt immediately noting to turn towards him (you do as well, but he could honestly give less of a shit about you or your existence).

"Schlatt. You will be responsible for watching out for our newest recruit. I suspect ther' won't be any issues, correct?" "Yes sir, no issues."

He'd wave for you two to leave the office, and even though you were the furthest from the door to start with, you're the one opening it up for him to walk through. He does, begrudgingly, as you gently shut the door before it clicks.

You'd have this smile, though more relaxed at this point, as you stick your hand out between the two of you, stating your full name and number, which vividly reads '22'.

Fireman!Schlatt, who stares at your palm in disinterest and states his own name and badge number in a monotone voice, scowl edging up onto his face as his nose and eyebrows scrunch. Rolling his eyes, he'd lead you about the station, purposefully walking too fast and talking too quickly just to piss you off.

But you don't... get pissed off, that is. You merely stare in awe, smiling and mentally noting down what everything was, where it was, the importance of it and otherwise. You'd catch up with him no problem and comprehend him with ease, filling in any blanks if needed (though, generally, it wasn't).

Fireman!Schlatt, who listens to you drone on at lunch about your time at the Fire Academy, your experiences, struggles and anything else that had to do with the job that you had learned. You're passionate, he'd give you that, but so typical and naïve.

Fireman!Schlatt, who wonders if he was ever this fucking annoying, sneering at you continuously as he analyses you- you're dead weight. You'll put all this effort in your work and you'll still always be behind, he can tell. The overenthusiasm, the selflessness, all of it.

Fireman!Schlatt who finishes leading you around and stays completely silent as you attempt to initiate small talk on multiple occasions with him, trying desperately to get away from you, but you just continue to follow him around as you ramble.

Fireman!Schlatt who notices you fall just as silent as him from behind his back, sighing in relief, glad that you finally took the hint to shut up... but it's suspiciously quiet, and he can't help but subtly look over his shoulder to see what you might be up to.

Fireman!Schlatt who swears to every god that if you're upset or crying right now, he's going to lose his shit- ...

Fireman!Schlatt who sees you crouched next to the ground a few feet away from him, a big, wide grin painted across your lips, practically with stars in your eyes as you pet Jambo, the orange tabby greedily taking in all the love you have to offer.

Fireman!Schlatt who listens to you coo and compliment the cat, softly calling him a "pretty kitty" and "a ball of sunshine" and a "precious, handsome boy", rubbing his little tummy as Jambo rolls on his back across the floor, purring loudly.

Fireman!Schlatt who wants to snap at you to get the fuck away from his cat, but... can't, because as he watches you and the cat interact, Jambo quickly forcing you to sit down so he can crawl into your lap and rub his face against your clothes, rubbing his scent all over you, Fireman!Schlatt softens, just barely at the sight before him.

Fireman!Schlatt who squats down next to you as Jambo forces you to lay on your back against the floor so that he can lay right up on your chest and rub his face against yours as he settles in for a nap, and gives the cat ear scritches, not saying a word to you.

Fireman!Schlatt who decides to himself that maybe, just maybe... you aren't that annoying, and that he could maybe get used to being around you because his cat (the traitor) appears to be enjoying your touch and affection more than his.

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