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roturo · 9 months

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LOOKING FOR A RIDE?

UBER DRIVER! GOJO SATORU X READER.

WARNINGS: strangers sex, fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play (both receiving), slapping, switch!gojo satoru, switch!reader, tummy buldge, creamy pie kink, marking, virgin!reader, gojo whimpers (just bc i say so), riding, GOJO HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS EVERYBODY!!, dumbification, sub-space, overstimulation, aftercare, fluffly ending.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: did i wrote this on the airplane? yes. do i got this idea while i was in a uber? yes. was the guy hot? no. was it a horny idea? absolutely. reblogs are appreciated.

Uber driver!Gojo who got a notification for a new ride. He looked at your name and thought this was going to be another drunk and annoying girl who would try to hit on him.

Uber driver!Gojo who picked you up from a bar but you looked everything but happy and drunk. You looked sad and mad. He thought this was going to be an awkward ride, feeling some kind of tension between the both of you.

Uber driver!Gojo, who was surprised you sat in the front seat and not in the back seat like most people do. He just greeted you and asked for the pin and destination. He gave you a sly smile and started driving.

Uber driver!Gojo who suddenly stopped the car thanks to a dog passing by without warning and grabbed your thigh preventing you from hitting yourself even if you had the seatbelt on. After a minute of relaxing himself, and checking nobody got hurt he locked eyes with you, a red blush flashing through his face when he noticed what he did.

Uber driver!Gojo who wouldn’t stop apologizing but kept his hand there, sliding it through your thigh, making you tremble each time he got closer to your core. He kept apologizing but a cocky smile was adorning his face.

Uber driver!Gojo who asked why you had a sad and angry face once you entered the car. Driving with just one hand while the other rests in your thigh.

Uber driver!Gojo who couldn’t believe it when you told him your boyfriend dumped you for your best friend in front of you— How could someone dump and hurt a cute thing like you?

Uber driver!Gojo who was about to take his hand off your thigh but surprised himself when you stopped him from doing it, placing it even closer to your core.

Uber driver!Gojo who started playing with your panties once you make your dress go higher and your thigh in full display— He didn’t take his eyes out of the road even if he was dying to see your wetness.

Uber driver!Gojo who let out a small sigh when you giggled and moved your panties to the side— so he could have access to your wet pussy.

Uber driver!Gojo who slid his fingers through your lips so they could get wet, circling your clit every time he could, making you leave small whimpers begging for more.

Uber driver!Gojo who got even harder—(if possible) when he looked to his right and your face was full of tears and you were begging for his fingers inside of you and stop the teasing. When he inserted them the both of you let out a sigh— feeling how your cunt hugged him and every moan you let out when he touched that spongy place that made you see stars.

Uber driver!Gojo who started moving his fingers faster once he heard you moan his name. ‘Gojo, please more’ You said, trying to keep his hand inside of you. ‘It’s Satoru for you baby.’

‘S-satoru, please… make me yours..’

Uber driver!Gojo who lost all his sanity when you said those words and had to park in some empty parking lot. He wasted no time making more space while making his seat backwards— He grabbed you by the armpits and positioned you on top of his crotch— His hands resting on your hips in a possessive way— Making sure he will leave marks for you to remember.

Uber driver!Gojo who kissed you for the first time in the night— and kissed you like it was the last time he would do it. Savoring every moment of it, trying to leave a mark so everytime you kissed somebody else you would think of him.

Uber driver!Gojo who chuckled when you started unbuckling his belt while you straddled his leg— ‘Impatient, aren’t we?’— He helped you unbuckling his belt and undressing you, taking off your dress and noticing you were wearing no bra.

Uber driver!Gojo who kept staring at your chest for some minutes, a red blush notably adorning his face and ears. ‘You’re gonna cum in your pants before you get inside of me if you keep staring like that’— He looked back at you and smiled— caughting you by surprise when he inserted one of your nipples in his mouth.

Uber driver!Gojo who marked both of your nipples, reddish almost purple marks on them, he even made a heart in your left boob. Admiring his work of art, he took his cock out of his boxers. Rock hard, a pearl of cum coming out of the pinkish tip, going down to his base— white trimmed little hairs adorning it— a vein coming out of his left side, circling his cock.

Uber driver!Gojo who got even more amused when you kept staring at his cock in surprise, like it was your first time— Uber driver!Gojo who swears he could cum in the moment when you told him ‘Uhm… I’ve never done this… Like… inside y’know.’

Uber driver!Gojo who got an urgent urge to be your first and stretch you out, molding your cunt for his cock only— He wanted to watch you cry and for you to beg for mercy.

Uber driver!Gojo who said he would take it slow since it was your first time but he didn’t expect for you to insert his cock all inside of you in no time. Making him leave a whimper out of his mouth which almost sounded like whine— Your eyes full of tears, leaving small moans even if you’re not moving, his hands not moving from your hips, grabbing them ever harder than before.

Uber driver!Gojo who started whimpering once you moved for the first time—slow and cautious with your movements had him going dizzy and giddy of how good you felt. Sighs coming out of his mouth, when you started going faster.

Uber driver!Gojo who’s demeanor changed once you started crying of pleasure and rocking his hips with no rhythm— his hips slapping with your ass, moans and slap of skin was all the sound you could hear. Your hands traveled down his shirt, looking for his chest.

Uber driver!Gojo who let out a high pitched moan when you pinched his nipples—the feeling of the cold metal on them and the warm pinch of his hand making him see stars— never experiencing this before, always dominating his partner, but now it was like both of you had control with the other.

Uber driver!Gojo who would never admit he liked the feeling of submission, leaving whimpers every time you jumped on his cock and pinched his pierced nipples— You took off his shirt and inserted one of his nipples inside of your mouth while you continued riding him—the cold feeling of metal and spit wetting his nipple making him even more sensible.

Uber driver!Gojo who grabbed you by the hair, making you look at him—he kissed you passionately, but then slapped you across the face, caughting you by surprise and moaning out his name.

Uber driver!Gojo who felt his high coming and started thrusting inside of you roughly, making you dumb—vision blurry and incapable of forming coherent words. Rolling your eyes everytime his cock touched that spot inside of you.

Uber driver!Gojo who grabbed one of your hands and positioned it on your tummy, making you feel his cock going in and out of you.

Uber driver!Gojo who made you cum while he continued thrusting inside of you— you couldn’t see anything at this point and tears were all you could feel coming out of you.

Uber driver!Gojo who came the hardest he has ever come before, tears coming out of his eyes and a moan turning into a groan when he felt his body not stopping from filling you up. Feeling your tummy grow a little thanks to the amount of cum inside of you, you’re not even sure if your birth control would prevent this.

Uber driver!Gojo who let out heavy breaths of out him trying to calm himself down, when your body is on top of him— resting and waiting for you to come back to reality— still inside of you while one of his hands rests in your low back and the other is playing with your hair.

Uber driver!Gojo who’s really sensitive but waits for you to gain consciousness back— whispering sweet words in your ear while he gives you small peaks on your head. You wouldn’t lie, you stayed like that a little more even if you felt awake again, loving the feeling of the both of you.

Uber driver!Gojo who helped you out of him, keeping you on top of him, resting your body on him, while your hands and head rested on his chest. ‘So… do you wanna go on a date?… I don’t know, maybe give it a try and i’ll show your best friend and ex-boyfriend they didn’t know what they just lost?… Show them how beautiful you are, show them how your smile could brighten up a whole town. Show them you’re happier without them.’

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probablyasocialecologist · 3 months

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After nearly 15 years, Uber claims it’s finally turned an annual profit. Between 2014 and 2023, the company set over $31 billion on fire in its quest to drive taxi companies out of business and build a global monopoly. It failed on both fronts, but in the meantime it built an organization that can wield significant power over transportation — and that’s exactly how it got to last week’s milestone. Uber turned a net profit of nearly $1.9 billion in 2023, but what few of the headlines will tell you is that over $1.6 billion of it came from unrealized gains from its holdings in companies like Aurora and Didi. Basically, the value of those shares are up, so on paper it looks like Uber’s core business made a lot more money than it actually did. Whether the companies are really worth that much is another question entirely — but that doesn’t matter to Uber. At least it’s not using the much more deceptive “adjusted EBITDA” metric it spent years getting the media to treat as an accurate picture of its finances. Don’t be fooled into thinking the supposed innovation Uber was meant to deliver is finally bearing fruit. The profit it’s reporting is purely due to exploitative business practices where the worker and consumer are squeezed to serve investors — and technology is the tool to do it. This is the moment CEO Dara Khosrowshahi has been working toward for years, and the plan he’s trying to implement to cement the company’s position should have us all concerned about the future of how we get around and how we work.

[...]

Uber didn’t become a global player in transportation because it wielded technology to more efficiently deliver services to the public. The tens of billions of dollars it lost over the past decade went into undercutting taxis on price and drawing drivers to its service — including some taxi drivers — by promising good wages, only to cut them once the competition posed by taxis had been eroded and consumers had gotten used to turning to the Uber app instead of calling or hailing a cab. As transport analyst Hubert Horan outlined, for-hire rides are not a service that can take advantage of economies of scale like a software or logistics company, meaning just because you deliver more rides doesn’t mean the per-ride cost gets significantly cheaper. Uber actually created a less cost-efficient model because it forces drivers to use their own vehicles and buy their own insurance instead of having a fleet of similar vehicles covered by fleet insurance. Plus, it has a ton of costs your average taxi company doesn’t: a high-paid tech workforce, expensive headquarters scattered around the world, and outrageously compensated executive management like Khosrowshahi, just to name a few. How did Uber cut costs then? By systematically going after the workers that deliver its service. More recently, it took advantage of the cost-of-living crisis to keep them on board in the same way it exploited workers left behind by the financial crisis in the years after its initial launch. Its only real innovation is finding new ways to exploit labor.

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bambi-slxt · 11 days

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subby!chris:

✨a very very long concept✨

quiet and collected in public. no one has any idea his cock is suffocating in his pants every time you brush his arm.

he holds your hand tightly in the Uber home.

"somethin' wrong?"

"...no ma'am."

"you sure?"

you trail your fingertips along his thigh and he twitches.

his lips part on an exhale, blue eyes locked on yours like you're the only thing keeping him alive.

"please, ma..."

streetlights fade behind you, flashing across the car window.

when you get home, chris is no better than a man starved.

he closes the door and guides you against the wall, not domineeringly, but desperately, softly, like your body is his prayer and the wall at your back is the ear of god.

"please," he says again, trailing his hands down your body as he sinks to his knees, "ill starve if i can't taste ya."

a nod from you is all it takes, and chris is done for.

he shoves his nose between your thighs, his heavy, panting breath warm against your core.

chris's fingertips hook around the hemmed edges of your panties and he slips them down, gingerly helping you step out of them.

he looks at the fabric in hand for a moment before touching it to his cheek, his eyes closed and lips parted.

a dribble of pre-cum begins to stain his already-dark pants - he can't help it.

you lift your thigh to his shoulder, shivering as the ends of his curled hair fan against your skin.

"i need you, mamas," chris whispers, his voice sending tremors from your stomach to your clit.

"how bad?"

with an almost primal noise, he wastes no time and buries his face into you.

chris's tongue separates your folds, already slick with pleasure.

he flattens it against your entrance and tightens the muscles within it, moving up to your clit until only the tip of his merciless tongue is touching you.

that wouldn't do.

you reach down and yank his skull into you, to which he responds with a groan.

chris laps at your pussy, paying special attention to the divide righr below your clit.

the noises are lewd at best and pornographic at, well, better.

you feel suction and gasp at the sensation - he's drinking from you. you feel his throat bob on your thigh as he swallows you one, twice, four times, seven, all the while, his hands steady on your hips.

his tongue plunged into you as his nose bumps softly against your nub. electricity crackles up through your body, and your thigh clenched around him.

chris welcomes it, trying to shove himself further and further into you, tugging your pelvis impossibly close to his face.

in all the excitement you didn't notice what his pelvis was up to.

as he drank the mounting pleasure from your body, chris's hips had begun to rock back and forth over nothing, his rock-solid cock begging for friction against something, anything.

the image made you see white, and with a spiraling whimper, you creamed in his mouth.

"hhnngfuck," he mumbles sloppily, positively slurping you clean. his jaw aches but he doesn't care. "more. more."

you grind your clit against him, fingers fisted in his hair, his groans and panting breaths swallowed up by your body in an effort to get closer to you.

suddenly, chris cries out. concerned, though reeling, you lean back to check on him, only to see his crotch shivering and twitching, the dark evidence of his lust painting the inside of his boxers.

his moans and whines would be pathetic if it wasn't so...reverent.

chris kept his eyes open, staring up at you with creased brows, panting lips, his tongue even lolling out of his mouth, rutting quickly into his palm, not even bothering to strip.

"you're gonna cum just from eating box?"

he nods with a strangled whimper, still spurting white into his pants.

"say it."

"i-i'm c-cuhhh..." he pants out, shoving his other hand down quickly to open his fly.

"say it."

"i'm cummmmfucki'm cumming fr-fr-shit-"

more noises of desperation as he yanks his squirting cock free from the confines of his clothes.

you wrap your hand around his throat, not tight enough to hurt him, just firm enough to hold him.

"i will not ask you again."

chris fell on his back now, spread on the floor, pumping his cock like he'd just fallen into heat. the hand around his shaft became the fingers around his tip as he stuttered out, "i'm gonna cum from eating you out, ma-FUCK!"

ropes of his desperation spray across his stomach as he fingers the head of his manhood, his own head thrown back in humiliation and ecstasy.

he paints his torso, holding eye contact with you once more.

"hhhh..." chris breathes out, rolling to the side, his seed spent, his cock still twitching and dribbling in an effort to breed the nothingness that surrounded it. "ohhh god..."

"you're such a good boy, sweetheart," you say, sinking down to sit next to him and pressing a gentle, quite loving kiss to his temple.

"thanks...holy shit..."

you can't help but giggle. "come on, big man, let's go shower."

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banquetwriter · 1 month

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so good !! Do where you guys go home together!!

Karaoke part two

୨୧ Karaoke pt:2 ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader swallows (sorry), male and female oral, low-key a pain kink? (lots of marks and hickeys lol) unprotected sex, unedited

summary: ʚ after the party you and johnnie have some fun ɞ

Words: 2537

An: heyy so anon wanted a part two where they go home and i wasn't sure if that meant smut or fluff so i took a gamble and went smut 🤷🏻‍♀️ part 1

You requested an Uber a few minutes ago. You were waiting outside of Tara’s party barely able to keep your eyes off him. Once the car arrived you both got in almost unable to stop your sly smirks and giggles from the poor driver.

Once you got to your apartment you thanked the gods you had no roommates and hastily headed up. It wasn't the first time Johnnie had ever been in your apartment before but it was certainly the first time you both were itching to take each other's clothes off.

You were only able to get the door open a crack before you turned around and pulled Johnnie into another kiss. His hand clings to your waist as you try and get the door shut before deepening the kiss.

Your back hits the now-closed door. Your finger slipped under his shirt holding onto the sides of his stomach. He let out a small whimper at the contact. Which only made you smirk into the kiss.

You eventually pulled away from him, a smirk still plastered on your face, you beckoned him to follow you to your bedroom, a place he hadn't ever seen before. He followed with a similar grin running across his face.

You opened your bedroom door quickly pushing a clothes pile into your closet. The moonlight filled your room creating a beautiful atmosphere. Johnnie entered your room looking at the decorations that somehow perfectly reflected your personality.

He made his way to your embarrassingly sized Funko Pop collection and smiled. He had no idea you were such a nerd. “Lights on or off?” you ask, standing by your light switch closing the bedroom door.

“Um off,” he said, adrenaline pumping through his coarse veins. “Ok.” you breathed out with a smile. You approached him once again, hands closing the space between you two. Your hands faltered to his neck and the back of his head.

Use your position as an anchor to explore him. He nervously approached your waist. You pushed your body against his in encouragement. You pulled your lips away from his, and without letting a breath pass, you moved down to his jaw.

Slowly let your lips and tongue devour until you make your way to his neck. His eyes rolled back from the feeling of your teeth. Euphoric waves flashed down his body feeling his groin tighten.

His hands were sweaty and he pulled at your waist for no real reason. Johnnie needed you. There wasn't another way to put it. Your mouth left his neck, he stood there sweating and red in the face. Not that you are able to see under his makeup.

He was letting small groans fly past his lips as your teeth nicked his pale skin. He was out of breath looking down as you pulled away. Your fingers ran over his marked skin. “Hot,” you murmured, letting your thumb brush against his tattoo.

He broke into a wide smile rolling his eyes at your antics. “Did these hurt bad? I can't imagine a neck tat feels good,” you asked, examining his skin. “Yeah they hurt, every tattoo does. M’stomach ones hurt worse though,” he said using his hands to pull up his shirt.

In the moonlight, you could just barely see his Crow tattoo. “Hot,” you mutter again looking up at him. His smile grows wider, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Yeah? Well, you’re one to talk,” he says, unable to meet your eyes.

You grin at his words, your eyes flashing over in lust. You were unable to wait any longer for him. Your core was burning. “Yeah?” you asked, nodding your head. “Mhm,” he answered, your bodies were so close to each other.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged his ear down to your mouth. “Why don't you come and show me?” you asked in a sultry tone. Johnnie's pupils were blown with a craving for lust. You rotated with him, the back of his knees hitting your bed. You pushed his shoulders slightly.

He fell onto his back with a soft ‘thud’. He began scooting back so more of him was on the bed, your hands reached out for his shoulders starting to essentially use him to climb up the bed.

His eyes watched you, feeling the remaining blood in his pale body travel to his dick. You on the other hand carefully climbed into his lap, sitting directly on his hard member. You shifted so your clothed clit rested on him over his pair of skinny jeans.

He groaned slightly at your contact, propping himself up on his elbows. Your hands snaked up his shirt and around his back. This time he initiated the kiss. He was slow at first, almost cautious.

As he gained confidence it began to deepen, your nails dragging slowly down his back chasing whines and small moans from him. Your body felt like you had caught on fire. You desperately needed him inside you.

But you wanted this to be pleasurable so you would take your time. You used your acrylics to surely make him bleed with the pressure you used to scratch the raven-haired boy's back.

“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath against your lips. You smirked pulling away from him, slowly crawling down onto your knees on the floor. Johnnie Was out of breath panting while looking at you.

He watched as you slowly started to palm his hard-on. Use your index and middle finger to rub the outside slowly and eventually use your whole hand to rub the outside.

His head fell back. It had been a long time since he had ever felt this, and never from someone as beautiful as you. He felt like he was gonna burst out of his pants. “Mmm fuck.” he whispered, unbuttoning his pants.

You helped him undo and pull down his pants and his boxers next. His dick sprung out, the tip hitting his stomach. He hissed as the cold air clung to his warm body. But you didn't have time to waste, you slid your hands up his exposed thigh.

You continued to tease him, scratching closer and closer to his aching cock. You started to pepper kisses at the base, moving to kitten licks. His right hand meets your jaw eyes laser-focused on your every move.

He slowly massages your jawline as you begin to kick his leaking aching cock from base to tip. “Stop teasing me!” he begged you. You obliged hovering above him letting the drool drip from your mouth and cover him.

He let out a pained gasp as you popped the head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to take his full length in. You began to bob your head up and down. His eyes screwed shut, “Fuck. Y/n don't stop.” he said as his hand moved up and down with your jaw.

You fluttered your eyelashes as he lifted his head back up again. He was panting heavily, his hips squirming against the bed. “Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of your jaw. His hand flew to the bed sheets. His knuckles were pure white, trying to use the fabric to ground himself.

“M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum, fuuuck.” he whined as his red hot cock twitched in your mouth, and ropes of cum shot into your mouth and throat. He uses his hand to move his hair out of his face. The black locks clung to his face from sweat.

You pulled away from his member debating whether you should swallow or spit. You locked eyes with Johnnie and made your decision. You inhaled deeply and swallowed all the liquid in your mouth. “Did you just swallow my cum?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly after recovering from his orgasm.

“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your fingers. Was that not the right decision? Your thoughts? Began to spiral with fear. Did he not like that? “That's so fucking hot,” he confessed, letting his back hit the mattress.

And as quickly your worries came, they went. Your mind goes back into primal mode, needing only one thing. Johnnie. You grinned at him, once again crawling onto the bed, and then onto him. Still heaving your clothes on made it difficult to get any relief as you rubbed yourself on his lap.

“Flip over.” he damn near ordered you. You do as he says flipping over and scooting to the top of the bed so your head hits the pillows. He sits on his knees at the end of the bed removing his shirt and discarding it somewhere in your dark room.

The window that sat above your bed perfectly illuminated Johnnie's pale skin. His cold necklaces felt like they were burning through his hot skin. He moved down so his weight was supported by his hands and crawled up the bed to meet you.

He helped undress you, pulling your shirt and bottoms off. He moved his knee and positioned it right between your legs. You pushed down trying to relieve some pressure. You mewled out, pressing your clothed body down on his knee.

He reached around your back early trying to unclasp your bra. He was nervously trying and failing so you divided to give mercy and reach around your back and unclip it for him. “Thanks,” he said embarrassed. He was practically itching for you to be naked.

You removed your bra and let it hit the floor. Johnnie's mind went completely blank staring at your exposed body. He thought of how fucking perfect your chest was. You smiled at his reaction, taking your hand and redirecting his eyes to your face. “Having fun?” you sarcastically asked him.

He shied away from you embarrassed at his ogling. “Yeah I was,” he said, unable to stop smiling. You gestured for him to get closer which he eagerly did. Letting his lips crash against yours, his lip piercing was so cold compared to your hot lips.

His cold hands caressed up your thighs, his fingers tugging your panties down and off your body. Your cunt was oozing, practically begging for any attention he would give you.

He slid his cold hands up further on your hot body. He made his way to your tits, pulling one in his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased while his hand pulled and pinched. Hearing your moans of encouragement he switched sides trying to give each one equal attention.

His hands moved from your tits to the sides of your body, placing sloppy tongue kisses on you all the way down to your cunt. He looks up at you as he slowly licks all the way up your leaking cunt.

He starts how slow, using deliberate movements but as you fall into a blubbering mess of moans and ‘keep going’ he begins to kitten lick your hole using his fingers to rub your clit.

His rings and nail polish created quite the site for you as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your hand gripped his teased black hair keeping his face right where you needed it.

You felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap. Your toes curled and your back arched off the bed, Johnnie's free hand tried to keep your hips in place but it was to no eval, “Im cumming!” you shouted barely able to contain your legs shaking as you came on his face.

Your world went blank for a second before your breath returned to normal. You looked down at Johnnie who was also breathing heavily, his face glistening with your liquid. It didn't seem to bother him in the slightest however as he wiped his face with his hand and eyes glaring at you.

“I'm not with you yet,” he said grabbing a part of the bed as he moved up it with his whole body, you barely could get a word out before he began kissing your neck.

He was surely leaving marks and bruises in his wake as he sucked and nibbled on every last part of your neck skin. “Johnnie…” you whimpered, having a good holding on his hair as he continued to devour your neck.

“Please I need more of you,” you whined, into his ear. Johnnie felt like he could do anything at this very moment. His heart was on fire with confidence. He pulled away from your neck and moved down to your thighs where he started to bite and suck.

You whined at the pleasurable feeling. “Johnnie… stop teasing, please,” you begged him. He smiled up at you, placing a tender kiss on your bitten and bruised flesh. He places his left hand next to your head, he helps move your legs apart as they still feel a little shaky from being eaten out.

He positions himself at your entrance. You held onto his shoulder as he slowly entered. You gasped as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his shoulder drawing blood with force.

He hooked your right leg around his waist moving his right arm so it was by your head. He slowly started pumping in and out of you. He was moaning into your mouth, his ministrations going from slow to fast.

Your nails scratching open old wounds from earlier. “Fuck, m’not gonna last long,” he said into your mouth. You heard his words but they never entered your brain, your brain was going blank with pleasure, the coil already threatening to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he cursed dropping down to your neck, taking a small part, and biting into you to ground himself. The pain shot through you and went to your core, your orgasm that flashes over you. Your back arches and your throat nearly gives out at the pornographic noise you make.

The squeezing of your cunt sends Johnnie over the edge, he bites down hard unsure if he was drawing blood or not as he pumps you both through an orgasm. After a minute or two he collapses on you, his cold metal necklaces poking your sensitive skin.

“Mm fuck.” he sighs sitting up and pulling himself out of you. Your combined liquids pool out of you. Johnnie takes a second to admire the sight of you, a mess. He pulls on his pair of boxers, before turning to you.

“In my bathroom, there are some washcloths in the top cupboard. You mumble pouting to your en suite. He nods leaving the room for a minute. You face the ceiling feeling the world spinning, your body happy but sore.

He returns with a damp washcloth and begins to clean you up. You hiss at the cold feeling of the fabric. “Sorry,” he mutters, cleaning you up. You take a deep breath in and sit up. You scoot yourself off the bed wobbling a little.

Johnnie snickers behind you, “Shut up.” you whine rolling your eyes. You pulled your panties back on and snagged his T-shirt. You opened Your bedroom door, pulled the shirt on, and grabbed a glass of water. You took a small sip of it hearing Johnnie walking through your door. He pulled his jeans on again and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

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sturniozo · 5 months

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Savage Love Part Five

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

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“Staring are we?” He mumbles in his deep, sexy, morning voice.

“Can you blame me?” I say as I bite my lip.

“I can’t. I stared at you for hours while you slept last night.”

“That’s not creepy.” I laugh and Matt smiles up at me. He pulls me down and presses his lips to mine in a heated kiss.

His hands travel around my body and land on my ass and gives it a tight squeeze. Before we could get any further, Matt’s phone rings.

This is my chance to get information. “Do you have to get that?” I ask and Matt groans.

“It’s probably someone telling me they fucked up. Such a bad way to start the day.” Matt reaches over and takes his phone off the night stand. He sits up to answer the call. “What is it?” He asks to the person in the other end.

I sit up as well, holding the sheet up to my chest to cover myself. Matt sees this and smirks. “No that’s not what I wanted.” He says into the phone. He reaches his hand over to me and begins to pull the sheet away from me. “Well then fix it.” He says in a spiteful tone. He pulls the sheet fully away from me, exposing my fully naked body to him. “Get them by tonight.” He says into the phone as he starts caressing my inner thighs. How can he talk so sternly and demanding to someone on the phone while touching me like this?

His hand creeps further down my thighs until he reaches my soaked core. Matt smirks and enters a digit into me, pumping it slowly. “Just get them. I want them at my place tonight.” He says and hangs up the phone. He tosses the phone on the other side of the bed. “Such a good girl for me.” He mumbles. He slips another finger into me and starts fingering me faster. I grab onto his bicep and moan loudly.

“Matt, oh god!”

“So pretty for me.” He murmurs and leans down to kiss me. Our tongues fight as his fingers pump in and out of my sopping wet cunt. His thumb starts rubbing my clit at a fast pace and I moan loudly into his lips. Just as I begin to feel the pit in my stomach he stops. His hand pulls away and he sticks the fingers in his mouth. “You taste so good, wanna try?” He asks me. Before I can say anything he sticks his fingers in my mouth for me to taste myself.

“My perfect girl.” He mumbles. He leans down and kisses me again before pulling away and leaning back. “Wanna ride me, dollface?” He asks while moving the sheet off his body. I nod and crawl over him. I sit up on his lap and position him at my entrance. “You gonna do all the work, dollface?” He asks and laughs softly.

“You always do all the work for me.” I say and sink down into him, moaning softly at the length inside me.

“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do any of the work.” Matt says as his hands grip my hips and he guides me up and down his cock, causing me to moan loudly. He begins rubbing my clit with one hand while bouncing me up and down his dick with the other. Soon the knot in my stomach begins to grow and I clench around him. “Fuck, doll, that feels good. Gonna come for me, huh?” He says as he rubs circles around my clit faster.

I let out broken moans and nod. “Y-yes.” I managed to say.

“Fuck, me too dollface.” Matt says as he ruts up into me a few times before he cums with a loud moan. I cum at the same time as him and collapse on his chest. We both pant for a moment and catch our breaths as he pulls out of me. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me. “Can anyone else ever fuck you like that, babydoll?” Matt asks.

I whine softly in response, unable to form words.

“Awe, did I fuck you dumb, dollface?” He chuckles. He moves out from under me, leaving me alone on the bed. I’m too sore to move so I just lay in the soft sheets. I close my eyes for a moment and Matt comes back and presses a warm towel between my thighs. He cleans me up gently before wiping himself off.

Matt lays back down in the bed next to me. He wraps an arm around me and kisses my forehead. “I have to go doll, but I’ll call an Uber for you to get you home safe, okay?” He mumbles as my runs his hands through my hair. “Can’t have my favorite girl going home alone with no protection.”

I hum in response and Matt gets up from the bed, slipping back into his clothes from the night before. “Matt?” I manage to say softly, finally being able to regain my composure.

“Yeah, dollface?” He asks as he buttons up his shirt.

“What was the call you took earlier?” I ask. I didn’t get enough information from just listening to his side of the conversation. I’m in a mission, damnit, I’m not sleeping with him just for fun

“It’s nothing you need to worry about doll. All you need to worry about is resting up and getting home safe.” Matt buckles up his belt and then walks back to the bed to give me a quick kiss. “Call me when you want to see me again, alright love?”

I nod and smile up at him.

“Good. Can’t leave my girl unsatisfied.” He smirks and opens the door. “Bye doll.”

I hand the fresh article to Kyler. I bite my lip in anticipation as he reads it.

“So, Matt Sturniolo demands things to be done right? How is this any news, I demand things to be done right, the president demands things to be done right, a fucking mother demands things to be done right.” Kyler throws the article back at me.

“It’s not just that, if you’d read it you’d see this could be evidence of him being the lead of-“

“This isn’t shit!” Kyler spits at me. “Get me something good by the end of the week. Go!” He shoos me away.

I walk back to my desk, defeated. Emma hands me a cup of coffee and says “You just need to spend more time with him. Maybe beyond sleeping with him.”

“I thought sleeping with him was how you got information from him?” I ask her.

“No that’s how I get information. You get information by talking and spending the day observing people. Spend a day with him. Make an excuse to be his trophy girlfriend, guys like him like that.”

“How do you know what kind of a guy he is?” I ask.

“Oh please, I know his type. I’ve written dozens of pages about his type.”

“Emma-“

“Oh my god.” She stops me.

“What? What is it?”

Emma turns her computer around to show me a photo of me and Matt take sometime last night of us entering the restaurant we visited last night. “It’s only a matter of time before Kyler sees this!” She whispers to me. “Get out! Leave while you still can!”

“What do you think he’ll do if he finds out?”

“Nothing good.” She replies. I get up and reach for my bag when I hear Kyler’s office door open. My breath hitches as his footsteps get closer to my desk. He throws a printed article on my desk, the same one Emma had just shown me.

“What is this?” Kyler asks. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out and suddenly my throat is dry. “I didn’t realize you were such a spy.” He hits my arm playfully. “Good thing you print your articles under a pseudonym, otherwise he’d know you’re dating him for information. Good going.” Kyler pats my back and leaves.

I let out a breath and look at Emma with wide eyes. “That was scary.”

“I know.” She says back with a laugh. “When are you going to see Matt again anyways?”

I shrug. “I’m supposed to call him next time I want to see him.”

“Call him and ask to spend the day with him. Become his real girlfriend. Get his trust. Get your story.”

“This seems kinda bad to do. What if he finds out? Do you know what happens to people who cross him?”

“Do you?”

“No, but he’s apparently a mafia boss so it can’t be anything good!”

Emma laughs. “Yeah, which is why you’ve got to be sneaky about it.”

“Sneaky. Right.”

“Call him, try to get in as his girlfriend.”

I nod. “Right, yes. I can do that.”

“Good. Don’t get attached to him either. God knows what would happen is his enemies finds out he has a girlfriend, a weakness.”

I laugh. “Yeah right, like anyone would actually believe I’m his weakness.”

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ranbling · 21 days

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I don't think there is a way to give Buck and Eddie love interests (other than each other) without disrupting the core of their dynamic forever. The writers made them parallel to all other romantic relationships in the show, and in this season they strenghtened Buck's position as Chris's parental figure in a way that hasn't been done before.

Before this season, all the times Buck had to fill in a parental role, it was by accident (Chris taking an Uber, Eddie getting shot, Chris calling Buck because of Eddie's breakdown), but Eddie asking Buck to talk to Chris about dating multiple girls is Eddie asking Buck explicitely to fullfill a parental role.

Buck is forever part of their family, both emotionally and legally since Eddie tied him to them with the Will.

Whenever any of them has a love interest, you can see how they're a little bit more distant, their dynamic is not the same when they're single. Eddie will never let any of his LI to be such an integral part of Chris's life as Buck is, and he's sure not changing his Will. Chris is one of the most important person in Buck's life and he'll always put Eddie's life above his own to ensure Chris will never another parent.

#911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie

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silkscream · 2 years

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💌—you have no idea how feral the idea of waking peter up by rubbing against him makes me. like not even on purpose, just bc it’s hard to sleep in one position all night long.

mdni. 18+ only.

you blame the coffee you had at 6 pm for your inability to sleep right now, but you know you’re lying. you know it’s actually just your nerves, and the fact that peter parker is sleeping right next to you. the notion alone makes you feral, and now it’s a reality, and you haven’t the slightest fucking idea what to do with yourself.

it wasn’t your idea to sleep in his bed -- you never liked to overstay your welcome, but he insisted after the two of you ended up watching two movies back to back after your study session. you could’ve called an uber but peter insisted that it was too expensive (it was) and it was much too late to take the subway (it wasn’t). and so now here you are, tossing and turning in peter parker’s twin-size bed with him right up against you, sound asleep.

there’s a moment when you literally decide to count sheep. one, two, three turns to fifty, and then you don’t think of anything at all. in fact, peter’s even breathing goes in tandem with yours, and you’re on the brink of falling asleep... right until peter wraps an arm around your waist.

your eyes are wide with shock. he’s spooning you. which is rather comforting and something you could quite definitely get used to, but this was your friend. you’re sure it’s a mindless thing -- he’s fast asleep after all -- but you feel guilty in trying to remove his arm from your waist. not to mention that he’s caught you on your side with your arm stuck in a weird, uncomfortable position under the rest of your body. so naturally, you attempt to shift.

you inadvertently graze him, allowing more touch than what you think is appropriate, but he merely pulls you closer. with a sigh, you attempt to remove him, squirming. you stop in your tracks when you feel something right below your hip. you squint into the darkness.

another slight, experimental maneuver from you and your ass is nearly grinding into peter, and lo and behold, you hear a whimper. it’s so soft that you think you imagine it, but when you move again, the same whimper exhales from the mouth that’s right up against your neck. you even feel his breath.

another movement. you’re nearly putty under peter’s grasp and for fuck’s sake, that’s definitely a hard-on you’re feeling against your ass. you feel almost ashamed. like you’re tricking his unconscious.

the cuddling was bad enough, and it certainly didn’t help that you were developing the smallest crush on him lately. emphasis on smallest, you tell yourself. it’s getting hard to contain your desires when you’ve accidentally walked into a pleasant daydream of yours.

to your surprise, peter squirms behind you while still keeping you close, groaning and mumbling unintelligible nothings in his sleep that you don’t take notice of. until of course, he says your name in a way that’s so weak, so vulnerable that the mere sound of it has you wet in your core.

“y/n,” he whines. you freeze.

“peter?” you whisper.

“please...” he continues. “y/n...”

you take yourself out of his tight grasp so that you can turn your body over, making you face to face with him. his eyes are screwed shut but he still seems slightly animated under his sleeping face. you caress his cheek gently, marveling at how angelic he looks.

you nearly jump out of your skin when his eyes open.

“y/n?” he exhales.

“hi,” you breathe. “sorry. you were... having an intense dream. i was worried about you.”

you can’t tell in the darkness of his room, but he’s blushing. not only because of your concern but also from how fucking close he is to you. and how extremely fucking hard he is right now.

“was i talking in my sleep?”

“uh, yeah. you were saying my name.”

“oh.”

“what was happening in your dream?”

“well, i was... um.” he nearly chokes on his words when you move closer to him. god, you must feel how hard he is right now. you must feel how warm his skin is just from your touch.

“you were what, peter?”

“i was dreaming about you?”

“what about me?” you whisper. even in the darkness of his room, your face is tinged blue, bright enough under the moonlight for him to see your eyes wide and blinking innocently back at him. he swallows the lump in his throat.

“umm. it’s really stupid.”

“i doubt anything that happens in your brain can ever be stupid, peter.”

“you’d be surprised,” he mumbles.

you run your fingers through his curls and his eyelashes flutter erratically.

“you were saying my name and you sounded so cute. and you kept cuddling me like, really hard.”

“oh. shit, um, i’m sorry. i move a lot in my sleep, i didn’t mean--”

“it was nice,” you interrupt.

“it was?” he asks. his eyes are as wide as saucers.

“mhm. you can hold me again if you want. if that helps you sleep.”

he doesn’t say anything, only places a hand on your hip slowly. you shiver at the feeling of his fingertips touching the bare skin of your hip, the sliver of skin exposed between the shirt you borrowed from him and the top of your underwear.

“you can do whatever you want.”

“w-what?”

your eyelashes flutter the same way as his did before, except your mouth curls into a knowing smile. slowly, you close the distance between your bodies until your lips touch his as softly as a moth to a lightbulb. peter swears electricity sparks from the encounter.

he’s so consumed in the kiss that his hand moves further up from your hip to your waist, then the skin right under your breast. his other hand is tangled in your hair, pulling you towards him as you grind your body sideways against him. he groans at the feeling of your leg grazing his hard cock.

“i really want this,” you whisper.

“i do, too,” he replies breathlessly.

“we can, just, um... i’m on the pill. or is that too forward?” you whisper.

“is that what you want?”

“yes, i just said so. do... do you want it?”

he smiles with a cadence that’s almost bittersweet.

“i’ve wanted you for so long.”

and so his teeth nips your collarbone while you clutch him with your claws like you never want to let him go again. once he’s inside of you, you feel something new, something you haven’t felt before. that fullness, that warmth.

expletives are muttered under peter’s breath as he thrusts into you, holding you down while your both of your hands are clasped with his, completely intertwined. he kisses your mouth, nearly devours you, then descends down to attack your jaw. it’s sticky-sweet, the whole experience of him.

“harder,” you whine. and he obliges.

“fuck,” he curses with a whine, holding your body even closer to him so that your belly is basically flesh with his while he grasps your ass with a tight grip.

you gasp when you feel one of his fingers descend down to your core, rubbing incessantly at your clit until your legs start to shake. you mewl like a kitten at the feeling, ultimately shooing him from the sweet spot because it’s too fucking much. you’re probably so close to literally exploding.

“‘m gonna come soon, peter,” you gasp.

“fuck, me too,” he replies.

you wonder if the pounding drum of a heartbeat is ringing from your ears or if it’s actually his pulse. either way, the overture of your passion passes over like a giant tidal wave, and once your pussy clenches peter in a way that makes him forget his name, you can tell. you can tell because of the way he leans into your neck, whimpers loudly with expletives while his thrusts get sloppier. meanwhile, you’re chasing the same exact high as him, huffing and gasping and trying to get ahold of your sanity and your breath. it’s like a car crash.

and once the two of you come to, you’re both just breathing in each other’s skin, inhaling and exhaling. when he looks at you, he looks like he’s about to melt into your body entirely. and you lay like that in the dead of night, not caring about the fact that the two of you have class in just a few hours. being present with someone else has never felt better.

#peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #2k celebration #blurb #asks #vendettaparker

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corvidinthewoods · 6 months

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going to ramble a bit about hbomberguy, not the latest video directly more about some of the reaction to it. full disclosure i am a patron of his, have been for a few years, and became a fan of his channel years before that. i think maybe six years ago? give or take.

im maybe experiencing cognitive dissonance bc its nice that something ive enjoyed for a long time is gaining new audience, and of course new criticism. my initial reaction has been one of resistance that i need to check.

but after reading a bit more of the criticism im like. i kinda of agree? only kind of. i feel like the criticism is maybe not directed at me (or types of fans like me) but at folks for whom this is their first encounter with hbomberguy and are hailing him as a career-ruiner and gleefully enjoying the takedowns. dont get me wrong, takedowns are fun and they’ve always been core to his channel. his oldest stuff was debunking and clowning on right wing youtubers. but thats not all he is? and i dont like the idea of him as this Great Takedown Guy because personally the stuff i like best is his media criticism.

and thats not in the way some folks are like “oh yeah i enjoy hbomberguys media analysis but not his political stuff” i like both. but i think if folks are disregarding that side of his channel then theyre not like. idk how to word this im not the best writer. theyre missing out? or missing the point?

my personal favorite hbomberguy video is Halcyon Dreams. I also really enjoy Scanline (which is both him and shannon strucci), the CAD SLA, and the whole And Here’s Why series (especially speedrunning and pathologic). in much of hbomberguy’s other work, he will disagree with creators or producers in ways that aren’t career endings. and i don’t imagine he’s trying to become a person who does that all the time? i see behavior of his that indicates this to me, such as not naming who took his joke in the uber, explicitly saying “if you go harass Somerton you are worse than him”, and how most of And Here’s Why is neutral to positive, even tho the Garbage ones may get more views. the Sherlock has the highest

uhh where am i going with this. i always got points off for my transition sentences in essays

i guess im saying like. i don’t think it’s fair to just view the hbomberguy channel as waiting for the skeletons to come out of the closet. but i also dont think fans (especially y new fans) should put him up on this pedestal, particularly as Guy Who Destroys Careers. its not a good idea to idolize ppl in general, and its not great to live in a mindset of waiting for the next target for you to justify harassing.

#crow.txt #glad i went and read a bit more of the posts by the oerson who got me thinking about this #bc there were good points especially about some folks behavior #even if obviously i dont agree with the main thesis #hbomberguy

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hetalia-club · 7 months

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Don’t know if you take requests like these but I’m really curious and I really love your interpretations of the characters but what kind personalities would certain nations be attracted to??? Feel free to disregard this, love you and your blog!

hmmm that's an interesting question let's see....(And thank you sm Ily to anon🥰!) (I would like to remind you all these are my opinions you don't have to agree)((I would also like to clarify this is for like a human AU))

Italy- I think Italy would like someone who was more pathetic than him. I do feel he would like being the 'strong one' in a relationship. He says all the time he doesn't like feeling useless or stupid so I think he would seek out an SO who looked to him as a knight in shining armor. I think he would get easily depressed in a relationship where he is constantly being 'mothered' by his SO. He might be fine with it at first but I think eventually it would really kill his self worth. I think his SO asking "Can you open this jar for me" "Can you look at the sink? I think it's broke" would be such a little victory for him. He would also want someone who appreciated him for him. Someone who thought his art was pretty and loved his cooking. He would really like praise from his SO and would need validation about their love for him almost daily and would always give it back as well.

Romano- I think Romano would essentially want to date himself. Not consciously but I think he would subconsciously seek out someone who was almost exactly like him for better or worse. Someone who didn't take much effort for him to understand. Someone with similar hobbies, outlooks and energy levels. He wouldn't like chasing someone and would like for it to come easy.

Germany- I think Germany would go for someone who was as ridged as him. He does not seem to care for nonsense. He doesn't like to leave his comfort zone so I think he would date wanting his comfort zone.

Japan- I head canon Japan as ace and not really caring much for relationships in the least. But if he were to be with someone I think he would want someone who was the opposite of him. Someone who was loud and energetic. I think he would feed off their energy and try and incorporate it into his own life.

Prussia- Prussia is another I view as hard core ace. As in he does not even think about relationships at all, he thinks they are icky. He has zero desire for physical contact and the idea of it kind of freaks him out. BUT if I had to decide what kind of person he would pick it would be someone who was crazy about him. Personality and looks wouldn't matter much to him they would just have to think he was perfect. he would feed on positive comments and praise from them and drink it up like a fine wine.

Austria- I think Austria would only date someone who had very specific interests. He cares deeply about certain things (Classical music being a big one) He would not call someone back after the first date if they said something like "I don't really like music". Austria wouldn't only be looking for a lover but also a best friend. someone he could talk to about his hobbies for hours, Someone who would sit and listen to him play his piano or violin and never complain. Someone he could bring to the opera or a symphony and they could gush about it the rest of the night and how great it was.

America- America would want to date someone who went with the flow. He is a very spontaneous person and he would want someone who could keep up with his ever changing mind and hobbies. Someone who would be happy to wake up at 5am and go on a hike and then half way through get an UBER home and finish out the day at Disney World. He would want to date someone who was also fine with lounging home some days and having streaks where they do nothing but watch movies. I think his SO would have to get used to being ghosted a lot. Not that he's doing it on purpose just that he maybe forgets to call.

England- England would want to be with someone who understood his dark humor. Someone who would laugh at his jokes and understand them without having to over explain it to them. I think his biggest turn on would be someone who could make him laugh really hard. Like an ugly laugh. Someone who he could sit and watch a movie with and they poke fun at it the entire time laughing and joking until the wee hours of the morning.

China- China would have very traditional views on relationships I feel. He would want someone who understood is culture. Someone who little work. He would want someone who as basically a mind reader. Someone who knew him better than he knew himself.

Russia- Russia would want someone who was loving and kind. Someone who looked at him with soft eyes and weren't put off by his threatening demeanor he puts out. I think his biggest turn on for a relationship would be someone who initiates all the affection. He wouldn't be the one to grab his SO and kiss them in a grocery store but if they did it to him it would make his day.

Canada- Now I think Canada would want someone who was a good listener. Someone who listened to what he had to say happily and could listen to him talk for hours. And he in turn would listen to them. Communication would be HUGE in a relationship with Canada. I think he could get easily dejected if he felt his SO were ignoring him or weren't listening to his feelings. Canada would be the type of guy do double and triple text just to make sure you saw it. If that would be a problem for you then he would be a bad partner to have because if you told him to stop he would completely shut down and stop texting you all together taking that as 'well they don't want me texting them ever I guess'

France- France would want someone who liked to wine and dine. He would want someone who wanted to go out every single weekend to a 5 star place. Someone who he could order for. Someone who put al their trust into him. he would want someone who he could really invest in. Someone he wanted to learn everything about. He would remain mysterious but would want to date someone who he knew like the back of his hand. So he could buy them a perfume he knew they would love. Take them to a wine tasting and say "try this one I know you'll love it"

Denmark- Den would want a best friend first and a lover second. He would want someone to go everywhere with him. Someone who was happy to drop everything and go to the store with him, just walk around the city, or go to a club. He would want someone who would be his world, his new obsession. He would be absolutely wild about his SO. He would buy them a ton of surprise gifts. They would wake up to a man at their door delivering flowers or him sowing up with a designer bag he got them. Denmark would want someone who was not afraid to ask "hey can you buy me this?" he would be the type of BF to ask "How many and what color :)?" He would want someone he could spoil rotten.

Norway- I think Norway would want an easy going person like himself. He will ignore his SO. He will make them wonder if they are even still dating and then then he will call his SO one night at 10pm and be like "Want to come over and watch a movie?" He would have to be with someone who was okay with that because he can't change it.

Sweden- Sweden needs someone teh complete opposite of him. Someone who will do all the talking at a party for him. Someone who will know when he wants to leave somewhere without him asking, someone who knows what he likes to eat and where he wants to go out. His SO would be running circles around him while he just stood there and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Iceland- I view Iceland as ace as well but if he were in a relationship I think he would want someone who was like him. Someone who was moody and sassy. It would irritate him to no end and he may instigate a lot of arguments about it but at the same time he would like that. he would like someone who wasn't afraid to push his buttons and someone who he could push their buttons and they would just forget about it in a few hours and not hold it against him. Iceland would want to have a heated argument about "Don't put the keys there put them here" and he wouldn't let it go until you agreed with him and then a couple hours later he would be like "So we getting Dominoes or..."

Finland- Finland would want someone who made his personality look dark and brooding. Someone who was the light of his life. Someone who was cheerful and kind. But also someone who enjoyed the same music and shared in his heavy metal obsession. It wouldn't be a deal breaker if they didn't like it. But the entire relationship he will be showing them bands saying "What do you think about these guys?" and if he did so happen to find a metal band his SO liked he would go over board buying them shirts, concert tickets, albums and just really nurture it.

kind of came up with these on the spot but it was fun to sit there and think about them for a minute! I love picking apart personalities

#hetalia #hws italy #hws romano #hws germany #hws prussia #hws japan #hws china #hws russia #hws america #hws england #hws france #hws denmark #hws austria #hws iceland #hws norway #hws sweden #hws finland #hws canada #original

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wonjns · 2 years

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finish — p.js drabble

♡ park jongseong x gn!reader // suggestive

“finish your work, baby” jay whispered into your neck, his lips ghosting your skin.

your eyes were closed in concentration, but definitely not on the draft of words in front of you. your focus was on the warm presence that loomed behind you over your desk chair, and the smooth hands that ran up and down your arms.

jay had been sitting in your room watching you work for quite some time. your peripherals picked up how wide his legs spread on your bed. it was painful,, for you.

you’d been typing away at the sea of text on the cursed screen in front of you for a week, and your neglected boyfriend just wanted to..... help.

although your attention was diverted to his thick thighs teasing you from across the room every 5 minutes, they were also serving as motivation. jay may have been teasing you with his lingering touches and kisses, but he refused to let you touch him until you finished your tasks.

all you could think of was finally completing the document and plopping yourself on jay’s lap, right above the growing bulge between his legs, and allowing yourself to drown between his lips. you could already feel how his tongue would work you and drag along the grooves of your body as reward for your hard work.

currently that very bulge you were fantasizing over was pressed into your back as you sat at your desk, him massaging your shoulders a little too sensually. guess seeing you struggle to focus was turning him on more than expected.

“i-im trying.” you sigh out, your fingers making so many typos even auto correct couldn’t save you.

jay leaned down to whisper just against your neck - so close, but not making contact. one of his hands snaked under the front of your jeans and placed his still hand on your core before offering you a low “try harder, love.”

he began slightly rubbing you while landing an open mouthed kiss on your weakest spot, and all you wanted to do was turn around and smash your lips on his. your instincts were begging you to just plunge your tongue into his cavern to suck the deliciously teasing tone right out of his smug mouth, and to hear him moan from it. oh how badly you wanted that right now.

but right when you showed any signs of movement, he completely released any contact on your body, strutting back to the bed. his legs returned to their brazenly spread position, the tent in his pants only growing more and calling your name.

you sighed desperately before tearing your eyes away, attempting to correct your typos while your hands shook. this man was going to be the end of you.

a/n: lskdjjdhd literally just wrote this in my uber after seeing this reblog from @hee-pster ,,, i need a teasing jay to get me to finish my drafts too so i can just sit in his lap 😩💨

#🏷️flwr;drabbles #enhypen hard hours #enhypen x gn reader #enhypen x male reader #jay x male reader #jay x gn!reader #park jongseong #enhypen suggestive #kpop suggestive #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop x gn reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #enhypen drabbles #jay drabbles #enhypen smut

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horizon-verizon · 1 month

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The fact that Green stans are throwing trantums because even TG actors couldn’t say why people should be on their side.

There’s no such thing as “Black propaganda” bffr it’s not medieval times, TG actors are not traditionalist Catholics losers who live in the 15th century like their fans, like besides the far-right and male supremacists, who will willingly admit that usurping women & preventing them from ruling on the sole basis of their gender is the right thing to do ? Especially in a favor of a drunkard rapist ? Besides incels and religious fanatics, how many in 2024 are like: “she’s an evil slut for having sex outside marriage, that’s why she doesn’t deserves to rule, and natural children are inherently evil & don’t deserve rights.” They are not awful people like y’all who support femicide.

Professionally, they are all at some level trying to play into their character and for the viewership's primary mindset towards the situations the story on-screen present/how they interpret them. Most of the audience are "team black" /Team Rhaenyra/team woman or just see through the greens' bullshit. Fandoms are also notoriously much more aggressive, acerbic, and defensive in online fandom and public spaces.

At the same time, you see the actors overwhelmingly seem inclined to not bring up the core of the greens' cause/reason to start a war: women and girls should not be allowed to rule before an available male relative, as direct as possible but unnecessary. Such an idea may be valid or the God's truth for some in the fandom (which has been notoriously and sexistly & vocal since GoT ended) but thankfully, we're in a place in time where people are also very upfront and assertive about their progressive politics, at least the younger generations. And women have much more autonomous legal rights than they have had in past centuries. More people conceive as women as their own unique persons, too, even though yes women's rights are being rolled back in the U.S. as we speak. A lot of that expression is geared towards the absurdity of those rights being rolled back and giving historical/contemporary contextual context or just plain reasoning to de0naturalize those acts.

People are speaking up more about IPV, public day rapes, orchestrated and planned femicides, women getting punched in the face. Women online are expressing their own styles, dreams, and humor, as well as telling women and femme-presenting people to decenter men (or to stop attaching everything they do or think they have to do from the prospect or presence of a man/boy).

So I think that they simply couldn't gun for the slogan of "men-first" without getting positively reamed. Plus, the 1st season really didn't lean into the greens' canonically uber-sexist personas bc the show writers wanted to "equalize" the moral characterizations of the two sides. To either/both the greens as sympathetic or to try to insert more complexity to them than what the already-green-leaning F&B book had down as them being mostly ultra-misogynist advocates for self-ambition and hypocrisy. Even Ewan--Aemond's actor--kept to the eye bit instead of Aemond's "cunny", "whore" comments because of these two things. SO while I think it is fair to not hear the actors as themselves play into the sexism in the promos [bc an actor vs character are two different beings and I don't necessarily want to hear a 21st century famous person say sexist shit], I wish the show and its writing itself played more into more of the expressed sexism rather than just the subtle and one instance of Otto's words to Alicent. again, the show did this to make a "balance" b/t the groups and one glaring effect that happened was that it provided a mask for sexists, pick mes, and dudebros to argue for the greens without just coming out and saying they think girls and women should remain subsidary to men/boys in all aspects of life. Especially as candidates for leadership roles. I've had countless anons try to argue that Rhaenyra wasn't a good enough leader and so she should never had gone to war to reclaim her throne, that Aegon at least had a council he'd listen to and would rule in his name...um, hello, I though that the best sort of ruler was one who had the wherewithal to actually rule?!?! Plus, Aegon's moral character has always been inferior to Rhaenyra and you basically admitting that his leadership qualities is nothing to smile at is you basically whittling down the reason he should be king is bc he happens ot have a penis! Especiaally considering Rhaenyra's supporters outnumbered Aegon's and passionately fought for her even after death. Whereas Aegon was poisoned by his own people. Tg just needs to let things go, for everyone's sake.

#asoiaf asks to me #fandom critical #hotd fandom #green stan nonsense #hotd actors #hotd s2 promos #aegon ii #aegon ii's characterization #fore and blood characters

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medowlarken · 2 years

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🔞 part 2 of aot nsfw headcanons (18+ ONLY!)🔞

y’all asked for them so here they are: hc’s for Armin, Eren, Mikasa, and Jean

starting off strong with Armin

i see him as pan with a preference for mascs

his frail physicality gets him pegged as an uwu babyboy sub a lot and he uses it to his advantage

the man is devious lemme tell you

he always has to be in control of the situation. half bc of anxiety and half bc mindgames are his fuckin jam

he lets his partner think theyre the ones in charge until the last minute and the payoff is delicious

following directions without question, giggling and blushing until suddenly his partner’s in a position that makes them think oh shit, did he plan this????

the surprised look on their face gets him every time

he somehow always knows what to do next-- where his partner wants to be touched or what position to switch into

power bottom. hes got those megan knees

jokes aside, at the end of the day armin is a sweetheart

all his observing and analyzing is so that he and his partner can have the best experience possible, but he also knows how to relax and just go with the flow

his only flaw is that he exclusively refers to sex as making love

next up we’ve got Eren

gay gay homosexual gay

he doesnt even realize hes supposed to be attracted to girls until hes like 14 lol

hearing friends talk about crushes and realizing there are other women in the world besides Mikasa and his mom

hes conflicted about it for maybe 2 hours before jacking off to the thought of reiner’s tits and deciding he doesnt care

tries so hard to come across as suave but actually gets really nervous

the first time he has sex he nearly passes out from the pressure

but ofc thats young naïve eren. older jaded eren is kind of a whore :/

is sexy and unfortunately knows it

sends u up? texts to like 6 dudes at a time. armin drives to his house just to throw his phone at him. floch turns up 20 minutes later with an overnight bag.

top/dom but in a bratty way if that makes sense. fucks like hes got something to prove

his fav position is doggy + hand fisted in the hair

can be kind of an ass but its not usually intentional-- hits and calls them an uber right after

very much frat boy with a hidden heart of gold

Mikasa is a bit different

I hc her as a sex-positive asexual-- she doesnt get aroused on her own but enjoys the closeness that intercourse can bring

it was pretty alarming for her growing up. she thought she was broken :/

BUT adult mikasa is very comfortable in her ace identity

shes tough but a girl at heart-- cheesy romance novels are her guilty pleasure

take her to a movie and ‘accidently’ have yalls hands touch in the popcorn bucket. give her a bouquet of red roses at a fancy french restaurant

shell eat that shit up

likes kissing but is grossed out by spit

prefers going along with her partner’s suggestions in the bedroom. mostly because she doesn’t really have preferences of her own

her partner losing their mind to pleasure like oh f-fuck Mika, shit baby and shes just watching them like 0_0

seeing them in such an intimate, vulnerable position makes her insides all warm and fuzzy

she isn’t afraid to say no though-- or knock someone out if her boundaries arent respected

LOVES aftercare. has an entire routine memorized

tl;dr strong woman mikasa can benchpress a truck but melts if you hold her hand

and last but certainly not least, we’ve got my man Jean

bi with a preference for women. is partial to dark hair

its,,, big lol

he’s like 6′3 and that shit is proportional

but he rarely brags bc mama raised a gentleman

long lashes, full bottom lip, broad chest with the smattering of chest hair? bro is kind of beautiful

bc of his blunt personality ppl expect him to be a jerk. which he def can be, but at his core he’s a sweet guy-- he just gets embarrassed easily

jean kirstein is a woman respecter and i will die on this hill

his love language is acts of service. hes always cooking his partner food and making sure they drink water. sends good morning and night texts and gets upset if they dont reply

he isn’t really into bottoming but i wouldn’t consider him a hard top? he’ll try most things at least once

a talker-- sex with jean is pretty much a narrated experience

--fuck you feel so good i want you so bad take me just like that love--

it eventually turns into incoherent babbling

praise really gets him going. his partner whispers in his ear how good he’s making them feel and he’s busting .002 seconds later

fav position is anything that’s face to face. loves holding them down so he can watch their expression change

breeding kink lmao

(that’s all ive got for now. lemme know who else yall want to see~)

#attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk headcanons #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschstein #jean kirstein

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powerfultenderness · 2 years

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Worlds Apart

Rated: Mature

Pairing: gn!Reader/Vigilante

Summary: Vigilante gets an unexpected text from his ex.

Warnings: Angst. Hints of abuse. Not a happy ending. Not a sad ending either. It’s just an ending.

Word Count: 638

A/N: It’s something.

[Masterlist]

[Line Divider]

“Yo, Vig!” It took Peacemaker yelling at him and clapping a hand on his back to snap Vigilante back to the real world. “What’s up?”

“Oh. It’s just…my ex.” He mumbled as he finally looked up from his phone.

Vigilante, even as his civilian persona as Adrian, rarely ever talked about you. Things ended between the two of you some years ago, and not in a good way.

“Pfft. Ignore it.” Peacemaker shrugged, and added some crass comment about how you were probably just drunk and wanted some dick.

Unlikely.

You broke up with him after you found out he was Vigilante. In hindsight, your reaction, terrified screaming, was probably normal. At least, that’s what his new friends would say. You were the first person who found out his identity that he let live. Of course, it took months of him following your every move, unknown to you, for him to finally believe the sobbing promise you made not to tell anyone. Eventually his Vigilante work consumed him more than the thoughts of you, then he finally got to work with Peacemaker, and then Peacemaker became his best friend.

And he almost forgot about you. Sometimes, especially when Peacemaker was in prison, he’d think of you randomly and check on you. At that point he was pretty sure you hadn’t told anyone his identity, and never would. Still, he was curious about you.

But then you started dating someone else and you seemed happy and he couldn’t bear to see you happy with someone else. Then eventually you deleted all your social media accounts, moved, and he lost touch with all shared friends and just like that you were completely out of his life.

Except…he kept his number, just out of habit, all these years and it seemed you still remembered it.

“Can I talk to you?”

Why? Why did you want to talk to him after all this time? You told him, screamed at him, cried, that you never wanted to see him again. If he left you alone, you wouldn’t turn him in. Was this some kind of a trick? Was there reward money for info on Vigilante?

Eventually he and Peacemaker ended their patrol. He declined to drink with Chris, he wasn’t in the mood to drink. Getting drunk would just lead him to think about you again. You hadn’t sent any follow up texts, and he hadn’t answered you. The whole thing just didn’t feel right.

It was nearly 4 am when he pulled up to his house, he changed into his civilian clothing in the Vigilante mobile, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw you sitting in front of his door. He hadn’t moved since the last he saw you, and since he hadn’t answered your texts, you must have just gone over to his house.

He glanced around as he unbuckled his seatbelt. No unfamiliar cars parked nearby. You must have ubered…

He stepped out of his car. You stood up from the fetal position you’d taken in front of his door. The headlights illuminated you for a few seconds before dimming out. His stomach twisted up in a knot as his core heated in fury.

Now that he’d seen it, even in the low star and moonlight, he couldn't unsee it. Your busted lip, black eyes, the dried blood around your nose. Your body was probably littered with bruises that he couldn’t see.

“Who did this to you?”

You sniffled and looked up at him and whispered a weak defense. “He wasn’t always like this.”

He stared at you. You were shaking, holding your arm close to your chest. It wasn’t cold out. In fact, even this late, or early, the summer heat was nearly suffocating.

“Why are you here?”

You didn’t answer.

“...Do you want me to kill him?”

…

“Yes.”

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #gn!reader #dark fic #angst

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thelewdpokemanik · 1 year

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Miu is a very jealous person, and learning how she wasn’t top one in every Boy’s "want to fuck" list in the accademy ? She took it personally, so here she goes in a mad plan~..

Her first victim was going to be that nerd chiaki~.. she gave her a new video game that as the gamer girl will play it, she will get corrupt by it, changing her to the core, slowly turning the bubbly lazy girl into a toxic punk raging gamer, according her clothing style to her new persona, making her do super lewd lives on twitch, milking her comunity like simps~ and being overall a total bitch to handle~.. admittedly tho it did make her sexier for some, hajime ain’t really complaining considering how.. forward she tends to be as snatching what she wants.. and she wants him~

(The Hajime / chiaki can ne ignored but NO NTR)

Chiaki couldn't say she really understood Miu's reasoning. Trying to make sense of the Ultimate Inventor's motivations was already a mess and a half usually, but her gift and subsequent demand left Chiaki confused, though not overly suspicious.

Yes, Miu had almost outright told her that the game was basically an act of vengeance for some nebulous slight Chiaki hadn't understood. And yes, the inventor had practically admitted to hating the gamer.

But at the same time, Chiaki wasn't sure there was someone in this school Miu didn't talk to exactly like this.

And a game was a game, regardless of why Miu had given it to Chiaki.

And since the file didn't seem to have any kind of virus on it that her antivirus could find, she shrugged, and booted up her stream.

As soon as she did, viewers began flowing into her chat, but she didn't make much of an effort to acknowledge them. Chiaki knew some streamers grew tremendously popular by the sheer force of their personality, but the Ultimate Gamer didn't particularly care for popularity.

Not only that, but this wasn't that kind of stream.

This wasn't Chiaki Nanami's stream. It was the Ultimate Gamer's.

People came here to see her demolish games, learn tips and tricks, and sometimes try their own hand against her in online tournaments.

Chiaki played like a machine. She didn't give the chat much attention as she did, nor did she comment much. The only reason she even had a webcam was to prove she was the one playing, and sometimes explain precise button inputs that required an esoteric grip on a controller.

As the chat slowly filtered in, she opened up the game Miu had given her, and immediately, her gamer nerves warned her.

There was a shiver going down her spine, that warned her that this wasn't a fun game.

No, this was a game that followed a long legacy.

Cat Mario.

I Wanna Be The Guy.

And now, Chiaki's Ultimate Challenge.

A troll game, designed exclusively to make the player angry and ruin their day.

Chiaki could sense it in her bones, but she couldn't say she was opposed to such games.

She even had respect for those who made them. There was an art to them, a technique. You had to truly understand games and those who played them to systematically destroy them after all.

And Chiaki could appreciate the challenge. It was a battle of wits between her and the developer, both using their knowledge of the other to try and find and avoid their traps or lure her into one.

But did Miu have the know-how to make a satisfying one?

An hour later, Chiaki was, frustrated. It was a state of mind she wasn’t familiar with. Especially not while playing a game.

Only one way to find out.

- - -

Not even classic troll games could get her this riled up, nor could uber-difficult rage games. Because those games could be tamed.

Once she fell in a trap once, she wouldn’t fall in it the next go around, and inch by inch, step by step, she would conquer them.

But Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge was a different beast. Miu was playing dirty, using every trick the Ultimate Inventor could come up with to ruin Chiaki’s night.

Frames dropped randomly, messing up her timing at the worst possible moment. Traps changed speed and position every time she died and reloaded the stage. The game was intentionally running poorly, making her monster of a pc run extremely hot, and making the gamer sweat enough that she had to ditch the jacket a quarter of an hour in.

Not to mention the way the screen obnoxiously flashed bright pink whenever the tiny pixelated Chiaki died, straining the real Chiaki's eyes something fierce, though she didn't dare look away from the screen for even a moment.

The music too was designed to annoy her she thought. The main track was high-pitched and annoying, but she was almost certain that there was a vocal track as well, but the mix was horrible. What she suspected to be a pitch-shifted synthesizer was drowning out the voice something fierce. Not enough to completely stomp it out, but Chiaki simply couldn't decipher a word it whispered in her headphones.

It wasn’t a challenge of skill, but of will. And Chiaki wasn’t used to being tested like this. A furrow was dug into her brow as she tried to concentrate on the infuriating game. Her button presses came harder and harder, and her jaw was clenched tight.

But it was all for naught. Once more, the platform at the very beginning of the level became intangible without any sense or warning, sending Chiaki back to the title screen with a bright pink flash that made her blink rapidly.

“Dammit!” She said, only to blush at the curse word.

And in response to the first curse word her viewers had ever heard from her, her frustration, and her death, her chat devolved into an indecipherable torrent of comments.

She spotted more than one mocking comment, but she ignored them, only feeding her growing frustration with them into the fire of her determination.

She wasn’t ready to give up yet. Despite Miu’s best efforts, Chiaki was still carving herself a path forward, death by death.

It took many hours, but Chiaki finally managed to crawl her way out of the first level. There was a limit to what a machine could come up with, and Chiaki had come to learn some of the patterns it fell into, allowing her to at least begin to consistently advance.

The real question was whether or not she’d keep her cool long enough to beat the first level.

- - -

For example, that first platform wasn’t as random as Chiaki had thought. It was timed. But not with, like, an internal clock, or a cycle, no.

The platform wasn’t tangible whenever her computer’s clock ended in a pair number.

Chiaki was back in a comfortable rhythm, though not a fun one. Once she managed to find those kinds of esoteric patterns, she could clear some traps, but most of them still evaded her. It was only her Ultimate Gamer’s instincts that had allowed her to come this far.

But this was the first time she saw the second stage, and of course, that meant another game over.

She sighed, but there was also a glimmer of hope in her chest. Progress was possible, at least. And she would clear this game if it took her a year of gaming every night on it.

With a hint of a smile on her lips, she rebooted the game, which of course, sent her back to the first level with the usual pink flash. She’d expected it.

What she hadn’t expected was for the first platform to be intangible even though it was 2:45:11 AM.

Chiaki’s blood ran cold. Like a madwoman, she tried, again and again, to land on it, making sure she wasn’t messing up the timing. But she wasn’t missing her window. It simply no longer existed.

The platform no longer followed the rule she’d discovered. Nor did any of the other traps she’d deciphered.

The patterns had changed once she’d reached the second level.

“FUCKING SHIT!” Chiaki yelled, throwing her controller against the wall, where it exploded into a dozen pieces.

She froze as she did, the sound like a cold shower falling atop her head. She ignored the torrent of comments her actions earned herself.

"F-Fudge." Chiaki forced herself to say, panting. She had jumped out of her seat as she'd thrown the controller, and she took a moment to center herself, panting while resting her hands on her hips, arching her back ever so slightly.

She could feel her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she did, her room having become a veritable sauna because of Miu's game. Sweat was making her hair stick to her forehead as she closed her eyes to calm herself, only for them to blink back open when her computer began jingling away.

Her head turned towards the monitor, only to blush at the feedback she saw there. Her sweat had turned her white shirt transparent, leaving her pink bra visible through the fabric. Not to mention the way her chest was heaving as she panted, drawing the eye towards her boobs even further.

And the jingles she'd been hearing-

'Nice curves Chi-chan~'

'U go gurl'

'Love seeing those gamer tits <3'

Messages were flashing across her screen. Not in the chat box where the rest of the chat was.

No, those were donations. All of them prompted by her unplanned show.

Chiaki could feel her blush heating her face.

Well, she no longer had a controller anyway. "I'm going to bed. Good night everyone, and th-thank you for the donations." She stuttered, before ending the stream and closing the screen, only to blink once more.

She was leaning down to reach her mouse and as such-

She could see the reflection of her deep cleavage on the darkened screen.

Her blush exploded as she realized how she'd looked as she ended the stream, before shaking her head with a sigh.

This night was a wash as far as she was concerned. Her controller was destroyed, she'd made a fool of herself, and she hadn't made any progress on Miu's fucking game-

She shook her head. Whatever. Clearly, Miu's program could only be called a game in the loosest definition of the term, and she didn't feel bad about saying it was awful and not worth her time.

She crashed atop her bed soon enough, the fatigue brought upon by the heat and the frustration soon pulling her under.

But sleep didn't offer her the rest she'd hoped. That annoying music had followed her in her dreams, as had the whispers and the pink flashes.

Even in her dreams, the flashes disoriented her, and though the whispers were louder, they were just as unintelligible as they had been when she’d been awake.

But even if she couldn't understand them, they were still omnipresent and loud in a way whispers shouldn’t be, drowning out every other one of her thoughts. The pink wasn’t helping her concentrate either.

The flashes came and went without rhyme or reason, assaulting her like flashbangs, as Chiaki tried to escape both them and the whispers. But it was futile. They were hounding her in this nightmare, as she ran without hope of outrunning them.

And when she woke up the next morning, she definitely felt like she’d spent the night running.

She was sweating like a pig, almost heaving her breathes, and worst of all-

That fucking song was stuck in her head.

Thankfully, the donations she'd received the night before had helped finance her new controller. She'd even had some left over to preorder a game she'd been looking forward to.

Chiaki squashed her face into her pillow, and screamed.

- - -

All in all, she was glad she'd gotten them, even if the means had been, well…

She shook her head. Whatever. She booted up the stream once her controller was properly set-up, only to blink when she saw the number of viewers.

It was far more than it had been yesterday evening. And judging from the chat…

Word had spread about what she'd accidentally shown off last night. And people were appreciating her having already taken off her hoodie. They were hoping for another show, which made Chiaki blush.

That wasn't her intention at all! She just knew how hot her room would get while she played Miu's game.

Whatever. Maybe this would mean she'd get more donations. At least let her get something from this shitty game.

She booted up the game, and leaned back in her chair as it loaded, watching the chat chug along.

The viewers were, well, horny was probably the word for it. They were already clamoring for her to undo a button or many, show off more of the cleavage that was hidden behind her tight shirt.

She blushed as she read the mix of lewd compliments and requests. The chat was apparently solidly empowered by its anonimity, and didn't hesitate to speak its mind.

"This isn't that kind of stream, you p-perverts." She mumbled, only to prompt a ding from her computer.

"Thank you for the dona-" Chiaki cut herself off as she read the message attached to the donation.

"We may be perverts, but we are perverts with money."

What an awful line. But a truthful one, it seemed. Chiaki blinked when she saw the amount that had just been sent.

100$. Just like that. Chiaki had made a hundred dollars for doing basically nothing. She blinked again, her mouth opening again to say, what? She didn't know.

Thankfully, her game finished loading at that moment, beginning to play the music she'd so grown to hate.

She felt herself frowning immediately, before settling in her seat, her brand-new controller in hand.

People who'd liked Chiaki swearing yesterday found themselves eating good tonight.

Playing this game wasn't fun. But she wanted to win. Badly.

- - -

"Goddamnit." The gamer girl bit out as her avatar fell through another platform. She ignored the jeers from her chat once again as she restarted all the way back to level one.

She'd reached a point where she could semi-consistently make her way to level 2, but progress was slow. But slow progress was still progress as Chiaki somehow managed to claw her way to the end of level 2.

Her computer was still chugging, prompting Chiaki to undo a couple of buttons from her shirt to try and survive the heat.

The couple of donations it earned her didn't hurt either.

A chat grabbed her attention amongst the deluge somehow.

'Maybe you should stick to showing off your tits instead of playing games lmao' someone said, making Chiaki's eyes do a double take.

Just in time for her character to run into an invisible enemy.

Died. Again. Because of that asshole.

And the screen flashed again, and that stupid fucking music somehow got even louder, grating against Chiaki’s ears, against her fucking thoughts-

Chiaki grit her teeth, clenched her fists tightly enough that the plastic of the controller creaked under her fingers, though she could barely hear it over the music, the flashes, and the avalanche of chatters-

She breathed in, trying to calm back down, but all it did was send a shot of oxygen into the fire of her anger, immediately burning away the familiar voice in her heart trying to convince her to be the bigger person.

"FUCKING GODDAMNIT! YOU MISOGYNISTIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Chiaki screamed, throwing her controller atop her bed, where it landed with a wholly unsatisfying poomf. She stood up, making her chair roll away behind her as she dove onto her keyboard.

It was a matter of seconds to find the chat again, not hesitating a moment to pull up his profile.

Th3oK1ll3r.

This dumb motherfucker.

"I should just stick to showing off my tits, Theo? Why, so you can jack off your needle dick? How about you stick to being a useless little CUCK! Think about that the next time you look up my stream before touching your microdick!" Chiaki yelled, before banning the chatter, to the jeers and applause of her audience.

She panted once she'd done so, her chest heaving with exertion, sweat running down her forehead and back.

She- had never gotten this angry. Ever.

And she felt great.

There was a gigantic weight that had suddenly lifted itself from her chest, and she fell back in her chair with a smile on her face.

No, not a smile- There was a satisfaction, a slight edge of sadism that pierced through, making it appear as a wholly uncharacteristic smirk.

She blinked when her computer dinged again, announcing a new donation.

5,00$

‘Im sorry please unban me’

By Th3oK1ll3r.

Chiaki giggled slightly, which quickly turned into a chuckle, and then full-bellied laughter.

She could just imagine Theo’s fucking face as he sent her his hard-earned cash, dick forgotten in hand as he begged pathetically for some of her attention.

A small nugget of pity welled up inside of her momentarily, but she crushed it mercilessly, aided by the music and the lights that were still flashing for some reason, despite Chiaki no longer playing.

She sat up in her chair.

“You think your pocket change is gonna make me unban you? That might be enough to pay your mom for a night, but I’m not a whore like her. How about you either put your money where your mouth is or get the fuck off my stream, Baby Dick?” Chiaki declared mockingly, leaning to the side to pick up her controller once more.

She took a moment to breathe as she did. Her heart was pounding like crazy, and she couldn’t get her smile off her face. Again, that annoying, nagging voice came around to try and make her apologize for lambasting the anonymous viewer, but the catchy tune quickly drowned it out once more.

The shitty loop was at least good for something, Chiaki had to admit. She might have to put it on her phone or something.

She rose back up, controller in hand when she heard another ding.

Th3oK1ll3r, with another 5,00$.

She made sure not to even acknowledge it, much to the derision of her chat.

Instead, she began playing once more, a smirk still pulling at her lips as she did.

The weight her angry release had freed her from hadn’t yet returned and didn’t seem eager to do so either.

Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge had never tasted so sweet than with Theo’s desperate donations ringing every so often in her ears, and by the time she left the stream, she told Theo she’d think about unbanning him.

Over the next several streams, Chiaki’s viewers were greeted with the fruit of Theo’s money, not to mention all the other desperate donors that had grown to follow the Ultimate Gamer.

Maybe after a few more hundred dollars.

- - -

Chiaki had been so happy with herself, so light after that fateful stream, she’d been eager to embrace this newfound mentality of hers.

Gone were the pastel sweaters and oversized clothes. Instead, tight black clothes that made her pale skin pop and her curves all the more pronounced were practically painted on, not to mention the actual paint on her face. Her top revealed an ocean of cleavage deep enough to drown in.

“More than enough to completely swallow the cocklet of any of my viewers…” Chiaki mumbled to herself, pulling at the rim of her tank top and revealing even more skin.

She was still gaming, but she was only paying half attention to the game, instead focusing much more closely on the chat, scanning the influx of new messages with the eyes of a hawk, waiting for her prey to present itself.

And soon enough, a baby-dicked virgin appeared, eager to try and act confident online where no one knew just how much of a cuck they were in real life.

‘How about you stop pretending and actually take off your top?’

Like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle, Chiaki pivoted towards her second monitor, pulling up the user who’d dared speak up.

“Oh, I should stop pretending, AnimeLov3r? Maybe you should stop pretending this isn’t the first time you’ve spoken to a girl in months, and shut the fuck up! Here, I’ll help you out. You’re banned for a week! Take that time to get out of your coomer cave and go talk to a girl other than your mom! Though if that’s too hard for you, just stay here, jacking off your needledick to a girl who’ll never give you the time of day!”

Immediately, Chiaki felt the music’s pounding grow even heavier in her ears, and the pink flashes made her eyes flutter in pleasure. Her thighs squeezed tightly together, rubbing against her core as she rode the high of newfound sadism.

She found that the annoying voice from before was now almost completely gone. Or rather, it had changed its tune somewhat.

‘Who gives a shit what I say to stupid fucking simps? All they’re good for is sending me their check every month. Perverts probably get off to the insults too, like the masochistic betas they are.’

Chiaki found this new train of thought much more agreeable. It fit in quite well with the flashy pink decor and the background music that never quite seemed to go away…

Chiaki blinked rapidly as she heard the doorbell ring.

She felt her heart pick up the pace, her cheeks heating up slightly, a genuine smile stretching her lips.

She’d invited Hakime to come visit her today. After multiple months of procrastinating and hesitating, the two teenagers constantly rocking on the edge of actually becoming a couple, it seemed the Regular Course Student had taken Chiaki’s new wardrobe and attitude as the invitation it was when it came to real men, unlike her army of simps.

And now, he was going to help her branch out in her career.

“Okay losers, my boyfriend just got here. He’s actually got a dick worth something unlike the rest of you, and he’ll be using it to fuck me all night long, so stream’s over.”

That said, Chiaki ‘forgot’ to turn the stream off, and left the room, making sure the webcam got a great view of her ass swaying under her tight skirt as she did.

No doubt the way Hajime would make her scream would make for a great publicity stunt for her burgeoning OnlyFans to all of her cuck viewers who would stick around and masturbate to what a real man was capable of.

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