#anon submit

[yellowjackets-tweets]

probably teen tai

yes!!

[sussex-sweetheart]

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Holy! 🫣🤯😳

I didn't expect to start a chain reaction, lmao. I am glad to share tad bit of my headcanons, and even more glad that the other anon enjoy it. I am happy to feed the 30 Jojolion fans out there. 

We've been starved of content for a while (from video games like: Asbr where only WoU and Josuke (whose moveset is quite outdated) are available for part 8 cast (unfortunately our grumpy and lovable plant appraiser, Kei, Josefumi, and Kira are not available *Big Sad*) to yandere content right here. Anyways, here’s part 2 of my blurb. Enjoy it. To the other anon; please don't come after me ;;

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“One package of chocolate chips cookies and those Milky way sweetrolls, if you would please.” Mitsuba mused, pointing her manicured to the dessert hidden behind the glass panes.

“Right away, Ma’am. Anything else?”You asked calmly, as you complied to her request. The dark haired model noticed something peculiar about you; You were dressed in dark navy blue dress suit reminiscent of galaxy, a silver blazer on-top of it, dark pants, and a dark shoes with silver botanical design. Overall, your motifs resembled the moon. Which made sense, seeing the brand of your bakery.

Yet, it was your necklace that garnered her attention. It was similar to that of her husband. It was a two piece necklace, she deduced. Yours was the crescent, ever so reservered and wise. While Jobin’s was that of the glazing sun, ever so energetic and on the go. Perhaps.. Perhaps you were the friend he always referred to with fondness and nostalgia. 

Not only him, but Mr. Higashikita and Mrs. Higashikita as well. Mitsuba doubt that was the case, the probability you are the same person is undeniably low. Since the friend that Jobin spoke off has been gone for nearly 22 years ago.

Regardless, she admired the way that you handled your bakery. From the calming and beautiful interiors and atmosphere (with music; ranging from Classical to Country, to Rock), to the freshly made and unique pastries, and the decently priced products and offers. Buying three packages of any product, can guarantee you another free of price. No wonder her friends raved about this place.

She could observe you, as you handled her order with absolute meticulousness and care. Your hands were gloved, as you gently knead the dough. Once the dough was ready to rise, you punched it down and let it roll. Followed by you filling the inside of dough with vanilla (with added sugar) to resemble the stars of the milky way. 

Then started rolling the filled dough again into jelly roll style, followed by you painting the outside layer of the roll with dark blue and purple coloring so it resembles a galaxy. Soon after, you have set the pastry inside the oven. While the sweetroll finishes, you have handled the cookies.

Mistuba was rather impressed by your work ethics. Instead of giving her a ready to go (probably soggy) cookies and sweet rolls, you went out of your ways to make it fresh yourself with the help of your co-workers. Not only that, but she was given a free tea as her order is being done. Mhm~ Weren’t you a clever business person? She might consider become a normal patron, if this continues.

It took about 40 minutes, for her order to be processed. 15 minutes for the sweet rolls to turn golden brown, another 15 for the cookies, and 10 minutes to package it neatly and properly. With a card on top of it; “May your happiness and prosperity be as vast as the endless universe ~✨”

“Here you go, miss. I apologise if we were late. Please, enjoy.” You spoke with a nervous smile at your face. Waiting for one of your favourite models to respond. You could feel your heart tremor, as you remembered the saying “Never meet your heroes”, but that vanished as a smile appeared on the lady’s face.

“No need to apologise, if anything… I expected to wait more, and not to mention the stellar hospitality. I could probably wait more.. However, I have quite few questions before I leave? Mind if you answer it for me?” Mitsuba mused, finishing her green chai.

“By all means, Miss. Any question you have, I’ll answer it to the best of my capabilities.” You responded back feeling the heavy weight of disappointing a customer, as influential as Mitsuba, is slowly withering.

“Good. Good. What’s your name?” Mitsuba inquired, curiosity eating her mind. There’s something familiar of you, yet she couldn’t put her finger on it. As if she has seen you somewhere. She tried to chuck it as irrational feeling, after all this is her first meeting with you. Or was it? 

She remembers seeing a photo of a young Jobin —about six years old— and another child dressed as bettles and were enjoying theirselves with Kaato laughing together with another older woman. The photo was in the Higashikita’s family photo-book.

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I do hope that suffices.” You chuckled, unaware of the woman’s eye widening in surprise. You have the exact name as the child. She must bring Jobin, maybe he can recognise you. She doesn't want to rush in mistaking you for someone else, but it isn't a coincidence that you share the same name with Jobin’s childhood friends.

“Is something wrong, miss?”You questioned in concern.

“No. No. Not all, haha. Please don't trouble yourself.” That all she said, before fleeing the establishment and leaving a positive feedback on the questionnaire regarding customer service and the bakery in general. Which left you pretty confused.

‘Huh? What was that all about?’ 

(2/?)

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Okay, bettle boy didn't appear because I want to world build a little bit regarding darling’s bakery and tad bit of relationship with Mitsuba’s and drop a few lore along the way. Darling has a long history with the Higashikita. Did she forgot them? Did something happen to reader that made them forget about them? To be continued *Insert Roundabout here.*

—JJL 🫧

Once again some really good stuff going on here, I like the additional details with Mitsuba, it adds some extra immersion that makes me want to keep reading!

[mchanzo-incorrectquotes]

Hanzo making McCree's lunch: *kisses the sandwich and leaves a note*

McCree eating lunch: *reads note* "Made with love ❤️." Aaaaaawwwww!

(A week later)

Hanzo, angry at McCree: *doesn't kiss the sandwich and leaves a note*

McCree eating lunch: *reads note* "This sandwich gets no kisses, have a good lunch jerk face. I hope it tastes like despair."

[hazbinhoteltheories]

“There is a second layer of hell that we have yet to see. It is where the truly evil, irredeemable souls are sent to be tortured for all eternity. Not many are sentenced to this darker layer of hell, but those who are are sent there for a damn good reason. Even Charlie wouldn't bother with them.”

 I honestly think this one is true. Even though Hazbin Hotel has it’s own version of hell, there could be a system in place similar to the one described in Dante’s Inferno. This is where the nine circles of hell are described. The lower the circle, the worse the people condemned there and the worse the punishments get. The first is actually limbo but the second is for lustres and glutens, which is where the demons we’ve seen might be and everyone worse could be in the circles below. This would also reinforce Charlie’s ideologies and beliefs. It would encourage her to keep going no matter what because, if the people she’s trying to help are truly irredeemable, they wouldn’t be in one of the upper circles with her. They would be right at the bottom. Knowing this would give her hope that what’s she’s trying to achieve isn’t hopeless.

Also, I can’t imagine the likes of Hitler or Ivan the Terrible coming into the hotel and expecting to stay there. If they did, then there’s only one thing that can happen. Even with Charlie in charge.

 Submitted by Anonymous

[happy-tree-friends-imagines]

anonymous:

What do you think about this meme?

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Thanks for submitting this anon, it looks really nice! :)

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

Black Leather and Black Lace

An ANONYMOUS fic submitted to the HBC via email - enjoy everyone! Remember you can submit your fics if you would like them to be posted anonymously - send to [email protected].

And now please enjoy.... Black Leather and Black Lace...

Black Leather and Black Lace

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian collects costumes over the years and there’s a leather jacket that catches your eye.

Warnings: smut (dirty talk, dry humping, light dom/sub, panty kink, oral sex, rough sex, spanking, vaginal sex)

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY

A trail of your fingers along the rack of jackets. Cotton, jersey, velvet, leather. Black leather. It’s seeped in the scent of honeyed whiskey and danger. A most alluring pull and you take a moment to admire it. Charcoal grey buckles and straps across the front. Rough and worn around the edges. A sleeve missing on the left. The very jacket he wore as the Winter Soldier and the object of your fantasies. You’ve made no effort to conceal how attractive you find him in leather. Rather, you’ve always expressed which of his costumes make your heart skip a beat. And it’s then, that a new fantasy flits through your mind.

Sebastian sits on the bed, propped up against pewter coloured pillows. Grey sweatpants and chest bared with a script of some kind in his hands. Flawlessly undone, with rumpled hair and scruff peppering his jaw. A few white hairs in the corner of his chin catch the soft glow of the lamp. And the corners of his mouth twitch, dazed blue eyes still trained on the stapled papers.

“See something you like?” he asks in that velvety baritone of a voice. “I can feel you staring, you know.”

Sebastian’s eyes flicker up, meeting yours and there’s such a sweet serenity in them. You often wonder how he manages to be both pretty and sexy all at once. The leather jacket in your grasp catches his attention and his brows furrow curiously.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“You,” you reply boldly. “In this jacket.”

Pink dusts his cheeks. You know he’s not one for roleplaying his characters but that’s not what you’re asking. He has no idea exactly what you’re asking. And you wonder if he’ll blush harder when you tell him. A bat of your eyelashes, you crook your finger and beckon him over. And it’s at a leisurely pace he obliges, bare feet padding across the plush rug as he approaches you. An amused chuckle falls from his lips.

“You really have a thing for this jacket, huh?” he teases with a lopsided grin.

“No, I have a thing for you in this jacket,” you tease back. “Will you put it on for me?”

“Let me guess,” he winks despite the flush of pink. “Nothing on underneath?”

“Actually, there’s one thing I want you to wear underneath.”

Sebastian’s mouth slackens as you rifle through the chest of drawers, plucking a scrap of black lace that you tuck into his palm. He fights the blush that’s rapidly reddening and even so, there a flash of arousal in his eyes, no doubt the result of how you sultrily your own eyes bore into him. A nervous lick of his lips, but he nods, curious of just how much want you show for him in that moment. And then you throw out an arm, catching his as he tries to pass.

“There’s one more thing.”

A quick rootle through your make-up bag and he raises an eyebrow cheekily when you offer a black pencil to him. Another nod to another character, a look you certainly favour and your heart is thudding in your chest as you wait for him. Despite the cool night, the air in the bedroom thickens with heat. A family of butterflies bloom in your belly and then there’s the click of the bathroom door. And God, you almost come on the spot.

Sebastian is a towering figure of sex, charm and danger. Thick thighs that flex as he struts towards you. The black leather jacket a little snug on him now, hugging his broad chest and you can see bronzed skin between the few straps he’s buckled up. The defined divot between his pectorals, a soft smattering of dark hair there. The chiselled lines of his abdomen. Left arm exposed, a vein running down the length of it and you feel the urge to trace it with your tongue. And then you catch sight of the black lace panties that peek out just beneath. Delicately contrasted against his powerful hips, half-hard cock perfectly outlined and a neat line of fuzzy dark hair that disappears past the waistband.

And as if you’re not unbearably aroused already, when you finally lift your gaze to his it’s electric sparks of red hot sex that fizzle between you. The hard angle of his jaw clenched in a tight line. An ocean rages in his blue eyes, eyes that are rimmed with kohl. You ease out a shaky breath as he steps closer, casually but with sheer dominance, until your back hits the wall. His scent washes over you. Fresh citrus and sensual woods. You inhale in it deeply, let it fog your mind over with lust as Sebastian tilts his head to one side and licks his lips in an erotic display of what’s to come.

“Is this what you imagined?” he asks, voice no decibel higher than a low husk. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? C’mon, don’t be shy now.”

“It’s- it’s better than I imagined,” you breathe out, eyes raking over him. “Sebastian, you look…”

“Can’t even string two words together, can you?” he chuckles darkly. “If you can’t tell me what you want, then I guess we’ll just have to go with what I want. Strip.”

The tension that lingers in the air engulfs you hotly. Arousal tingles over every inch of skin you bare for him and it heightens as he drinks you in with those kohl rimmed eyes, pupils blown so wide there’s a mere rim of blue left. Goosebumps erupt, chased away as he drags a finger down your neck and in between the valley of your breasts, stopping just short of the one place you ache for him. And you’re so ready to fall apart for him.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “Can’t wait to ruin you, sweetheart.”

A gasp tumbles from your lips, hands curving over Sebastian’s shoulders as he grips you by the thighs, hoisting you up into his arms and you find yourself trapped between his chest and the wall. The hard, incessant press of his erection against your clit and you shudder. He trails his lips along your jawline, beard a rough scratch but it scratches so deliciously you whimper for more. A plethora of sensations that threaten to overwhelm. The rub of the jacket, warm leather and cool metal. The strength of his hands. The catch of the lace panties. The velvety hardness of his cock. And he ruts against you, groaning in your ear.

“You’re so dirty, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he sighs. “Never seen you so desperate before. And all ‘cause I put on a leather jacket and a pair of pretty panties.”

Head thrown back against the wall, you can feel yourself growing wetter. Your clit throbs with every stroke, and you wrap your legs tighter around Sebastian’s waist, his filthy words leaving you a needy mess. Racing thoughts of how utterly dirty it is, pressed up against a wall as if you’re in a seedy bar instead of in your bedroom. The leather of his jacket grows hotter. The buckles catch on your nipples. And your nails bite into the back of his neck.

“Fuck, I can feel you dripping for me,” he grunts, hips quickening. “You gonna come like this?”

“Sebastian.”

A hoarse whimper his only warning and then his hands tighten their grip on you as you tremble, shaking with the pleasure that ripples through you. And Sebastian watches with worshipful awe, chest heaving with laboured breath but there’s a twinkle in his blackened eyes and a fresh spark of want kindles an intense fire low in your core. A kiss he presses to the corner of your mouth.

“Fucking beautiful when you come for me,” he husks, mapping a path of wet kisses and harsh nips down your neck. “And sweetheart, I’m gonna make you come all night long.”

You mewl at his words, eyes drifting shut when he sucks your lower lip between his teeth. It’s a shockwave of thrill straight to your core. Sebastian is sin personified. Devilish desire dances in his darkened eyes as he drops you to your feet and you whimper aloud as you drink him once more. An insatiable craving because he’s a walking wet dream in that damn leather jacket and those lace panties. Instinctively, you reach for him but he growls.

“You’re going to show me how much you want me,” he says gruffly. “You’re going to lie down on that bed and touch yourself. Spread those legs and play with that pretty pussy.”

An agonising desperation for Sebastian as you all too eagerly rake your fingers down your naked body. Breath falling in shallow pants as he looms over you, eyes following every circle of your fingers over your clit. You’re so turned on you can no longer think straight. A lewd kind of fascination at how he palms himself through the panties, the lace strained over his erection.

“I have to admit,” he grins wolfishly. “The lace feels like heaven on my cock.”

A high-pitched moan as you work your fingers faster. A familiar heat tightens in your tummy. And you arch your back, clutching the bed sheets between your fingers.

“You love it, don’t you?” he continues, voice gravelly with his own desire. “Seeing me like this? Did you think I was going to be submissive for you, sweetheart? Thought I was gonna be your sweet little boy in these panties? In this jacket?”

Sebastian scorches you with his words until you’re burning up with passion. Orgasm threatening to wreak through you but you don’t want him to stop. You love it when he’s like this. Rough around the edges and murmuring dirty words. The complete opposite of what a gentleman he really is. And that only makes it all that much more depraved, you spread eagle for him and moaning his name like a mantra.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos, a predatory hunger in his eyes. “Get those fingers nice and deep. And don’t forget those pretty tits of yours.”

A hand wanders back up to your breasts, rolling a nipple between your fingers. And it feels good, but it’s not enough, it’s not Sebastian. But, you know he’ll make you beg for it. He’s in a teasing mood and it’s inexplicably maddening. So you pump your fingers faster, pinch your nipples harshly. And you’re lost to your desire. Mouth open in a silent scream as you come undone. A fiery heat that blazes through you and you’re consumed by sheer bliss. A wreck and he’s barely touched you. You whine up at him and he laughs.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he drawls, biting his lip seductively. “If you want something, you’re gonna have to ask for it.”

“Want you,” you gasp out shakily. “Want you, Sebastian.”

“Want me to what? C’mon sweetheart, tell me what you want me to do.”

“Please,” you plead, tears pricking in your eyes out of desperation. “I want you to fuck me, Sebastian.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, flattening his palms to the mattress either side of your head. “You want me to fill you up with my cock? You want me to fuck you in this leather jacket?”

“Yes,” you beg through short gasps for air. “Please, Sebastian.”

“Ssh, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours heatedly. “Sweetheart, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

Sebastian pushes his panties to one side, cock bobbing free and your walls clench around nothing. Slick coats your thighs and you moan helplessly. His cock is as beautiful as he is, long and thick, flushed red and leaking with want. You part your legs in invitation and he flashes you that charming, toothy grin.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts, wrapping his fingers around his thick girth. “Just gagging for my cock. Fucking desperate for me to fill you up.”

You’re unable to tear your gaze away. Watching as he strokes himself with measured ease, thumb gliding over the tip and spreading slick as he strokes back down. The obscene sound of Sebastian jerking himself off fills the air and he’s looking at you like he could devour you whole. And God, do you want him to. Another plea falls from you and his chest rumbles with the echo of his low laugh.

“You’ll get it,” he promises in a deep whisper. “But, first I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Your moan is muffled as you draw him in deep. Sebastian looks so pretty. Head tilted back in pleasure as a long growl leaves his lips. And as you kneel on the bed, bobbing your head, his hands glide down your back, cupping your ass with a bruising squeeze. You throb, licking up a thick vein along the underside of his cock. Sparks fly down your spine as he kneads your cheeks between his hands and you can hear how soaked you are. A sharp spank and your squeal is lost as you jerk, gagging as he hits the back of your throat.

“You should see yourself, sweetheart,” he chuckles, hand coming down on your ass again, this time harder. “Dripping for me, choking on my dick like a desperate, cock-hungry girl.”

A whine as you graze your teeth over the tip and he gasps, fingers tightening around your cheeks. You quiver, tremble with the feeling of being so empty. And you glance up at him with wide eyes. Eyes that beg for him to fill you up, take you and make you his. Every word so debauched and so filthy, it has you clenching and your head spinning. You’re hot all over. Sensitive. But craving more. Craving Sebastian and it makes tears stream down your cheeks as your mouth stretches around his hard length. You sigh in relief as he pulls you off with a primal growl.

“Sebastian!”

His name a breathy moan as you find yourself on your back. Sebastian’s hands curve over your thighs and he pulls you towards him, your feet balanced on the edge of the mattress. And he doesn’t stand on ceremony. A hand that fists in the sheets, as you feel the nudge of his cock at your entrance.

“You want this, sweetheart? You want my cock?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“You want to fill you up? You want me to fuck you until you scream?”

“Sebastian!”

A moan is wrenched from your throat as Sebastian buries himself deep. He shudders, shoulders shaking as he clenches his jaw tight, restraint etched on his handsome face. Eyeliner smudged slightly, and his skin sweat slicked beneath the leather jacket, you gasp at how the lace panties rub up against your sensitive folds. He swears with a huffed laugh. And then he pulls out almost all the way, before sliding back in deeper than you thought possible. He’s so big, so thick, tugging and pinching at your nipples with every thrust. Short and shallow, and then longer and deeper. Your back arches off the bed, a sharp cry you bury in the leather jacket as his fingers find your thrumming clit.

“Look at you taking my cock,” he growls, hooded eyes mesmerised by how you writhe beneath him. “I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart, fill you up and make you drip with it.”

Sebastian sounds as far gone as you. Hips rutting against yours wetly and you’re all but sobbing for release. His thick cock stretching you with an euphoric burn. Overwhelmed with pleasure and you can feel your walls tighten around him. He feels it, too, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head. The angle shifts and he’s grinding against your clit with every rock.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he orders in a gruff husk. “Wanna feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock. That’s it, fuck, baby, you look so gorgeous like this. Driving me fucking crazy. Fuck, I’m close.”

Ragged pants and wild eyes. The drag of leather and metal. Dampened lace. Sebastian smells of charm and sex. And you can’t take much more. The lines between pleasure and pain blurred. It’s so intense, hot tears brimming in your eyes as you teeter on the precipice. Your clit throbs. Core thrums. Your whole body hums as you stiffen, sheer ecstasy consuming you as Sebastian’s thrust grow sloppy. And you’re all but screaming his name, over-sensitised and drowning in seemingly endless bliss. A whimper of his name, and Sebastian gasps hoarsely, pounding into you as his cock throbs, filling you with his come. He buries his face in your neck, hips stuttering and you purr in his ear.

Breathy murmurs and soothing kisses. Gentle fingers and the nuzzle of his nose against yours. Sebastian smiles against your lips, the dark stubble on his jaw tickles and you giggle, pulling your wrists from his hold. You card your fingers through his tousled hair, moaning quietly as he captures your lips in a kiss. Lazily, languidly, as if he can’t enough of you. Your wince muffled as he slowly pulls out and he pecks your lips sweetly.

“No,” he sighs softly as you make to stand. “We’ll clean up in a second. Just stay for a minute, please?”

A quiet sigh as you tuck yourself into his arms, fingers tracing over the buckles of his leather jacket. Sebastian snorts and you tilt your chin up to better look at him. There’s a dreamy expression clouding his eyes, half-lidded and glazed over. An upturned corner of his wet, pink lips.

“So,” he croaks with delight. “Leather and lace, huh?”

[clexaficquote]

Clarke shrugged. “Maybe if you hadn’t thrown me in the mud last week, things would have remained peaceful.” Lexa chuckled. “You tripped, Clarke. You’re very clumsy.” “Yeah, with your leg. Clumsy my ass.”

Three Strikes, You’re Out! by Tanagariel / @commanderlexaofthegrounders