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What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.

Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.

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Tazercraft mental link but make it a lil bit weird, they’ll have a conversation mostly in their heads but partially out loud which from an outside perspective is just fragments of words and half sentences, they go dead silent for hours at a time only for them to suddenly start shouting out loud, very clearly mid-argument, Pac says something but it comes out of Mike’s mouth, Mike starts speaking with his mouth and finishes speaking with Pac’s, sometimes their thoughts become so tangled that they’re unsure who a thought belongs to so they both express it at the same time like horror movie twins, do you see my vision

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a few tips about favela5/brazilian culture if you want as reference to write fics

forever and mike have very strong accents, but forever's carioca accent tends to make him drag the words or extend consonants or add almost a hiss (categorized by the dragged -s) sound at the end of a word, while mike has a very strong center-west accent, meaning that his -r is very accentuated

pac and cellbit are from the south of brazil

although cellbit is from rio grande do sul, he doesn't have a southern accent, instead he has a paulista (from são paulo) accent, which is considered very neutral

brazilians tend to be very touchy, so if this is something u want to work with and showcase as a cultural difference, go crazy.

brazilians love to hug/touch and kiss people on the cheek to greet them.

black coffee. none of that iced vanilla late americanized shit. if you want to talk about their coffee habits, it's almost always going to be no sugar or milk and hot.

brazilians can understand almost everything in spanish, esp mexican spanish. the same doesn't apply to spanish speakers because portuguese has phonemes that don't exist in spanish. so like how cellbit said once, he can understand 90% of everything that roier says, while roier said he can understand 20%

a few extra facts about ccs!favela5

cellbit, mike and pac lived together for a few years

pac and mike lived in canada together (their vlogs there are super nice, idk if they have subtitles tho D:)

pac and mike are the equivalent of captain sparkles to the brazilian mc community

felps and cellbit have been best friends for around 12 years

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Please please please use this reference it’s sooo good!!!

take it.

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Vash the Stampede x Short! Reader

A/N: Sorry y’all for the extra long hiatus. I hit a creative block, a lot had happened in my life, and I seem to shut down in the winter- like my brain is hibernating. So to get myself back in I decided to add more to this little ficlet I sent to @anyasathenaeum (an amazing author c: ) Also requests are open (please I’m running out of ideas)

You shiver in the cold of the desert night, your coat having been shot to shreds in one of Vash’s rare moments of having a plan. You hug yourself as you walk beside Vash. Look at him in his warm coat and pleasant smile. You huff a little, kicking at the sand as you shiver once again. Once more you glare at Vash, look at him so warm and comfy in his coat. He could have totally used his coat, but no it just had to be yours. You find yourself crossing your arms to protect yourself from the chilly night.

“Do… you want my coat?”, Vash smirks, the amusement so clear in his voice.

Hmph! You turn your nose up at the man being impossibly bratty. You start to take a step ahead of him, only for you to be enveloped in red and warmth. You find yourself instinctively putting it on. It engulfs you completely, the red jacket sleeves ending well past your fingertips and pools around your feet. You look up at Vash for the first time that day since he got your jacket shot to rags.

“(Y/N)”, he laughs, “I- I think it’s too big for you”

“You think so?”, you deadpan back, having to roll up the sleeve. “You fucking mammoth”

“Are you gonna need any help?”

“No.” You huff as you start walking, only for you to immediately trip over the front of the coat. Vash grabs the back, accidentally choking you in the process.

Vash flashes an amused smile, “I think for the safety of my jacket, I should pick you up”

“Wait a minute!” You start, only for Vash to pick you up anyways, sitting you on his shoulders.

“There you go! All safe and warm”, he grins.

You give an annoyed groan, burying your face in his hair. “It’s not my fault you’re a giant! Who put you in the stretch machine, Laffy Taffy man?”

He just laughs back, patting your leg as he continues to carry you. You can’t really be mad or argue with him. He’s right, you are warm now, and you are safe with him at the moment. You bury your face in his coat, it smells floral and spicy like roses and cloves. You close your eyes, relaxing into the sway of his steps, the warmth of his jacket, sounds of the night. You start to doze off and before falling asleep, you just hear him chuckle.

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Eriks makes me feel some type of way

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Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent

Sure thing, my Mike brainrot is still going strong.

Pairing: Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss, kissing, body worship, praise, gentle sex, soft!Michael Afton

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: He would be the softest lover in the world, have you seen this man?!

Michael sat right across from you on the bed, his boner prominent despite his nervous glances at your equally naked body. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, at least according to him, perfect date, perfect drive home, perfect ambiance for the first time you'd have sex with him, or anyone really.

"The candles are too much aren't they?"

"Mike."

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gotten them!"

"Mike."

"I wanted it to be all romantic for you, it's your first-"

"Michael!" You cupped his face in your hands, cutting off the rant he was bout to go on. He looked so cute like that, eyes big and wide and lips pressed together. "It's fine, I think it's very romantic. Very movie cliché of you, but I like that side of you."

Michael couldn't help but blush at your compliments of him, taking your hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over them. "That's good, cause I gotta be honest, I only did it cause I saw it in a movie and it looked pretty." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, "I only want the best for my gorgeous girlfriend." His cock pulsed when it met your wet pussy which pressed it against his abs more and more the closer you got.

"And that's why I love you." Your lips meet in a deep kiss as your arms fell over his broad shoulders. You kept rocking your hips against his cock, your clit constantly rubbing against the length, "Second drawer, I wanna come on your cock first."

"Do you baby? You want it?" He asked between each kiss as he moved you both backwards, his hand blindly moving to get the box of condoms, "Wanna put this on me?" Of course that meant you needed to move way from him but it was worth it to see him tear the package open with his mouth. "Lubed up on the outside."

You rolled your eyes as you took the rubber, "I know, I've had the same health class as you Mike."

"Yeah, that's what I worry about. I've had to learn from practice." And based on the stories he told you there was a lot of mishaps in his previous relationships. Although not from his lack of sexual province, rather from the lack of time he could dedicate to his girlfriend. But now he finally had a stable job, one that allowed him to spend more nights with you and actually afford a babysitter for his sister.

"You don't have to flaunt your experience at me. Besides I'm a very fast learner."

"I'm not- I just don't want you to feel pressured here. You can lean back and le-et me-!" Michael's eyes fluttered open and closed as you held his cock still with one hand and pulled the condom on it with the other. There was no way you were gonna look him in the eyes right now. "You... that's fine."

It was almost a shame to let him go, even through the rubber you could still feel every vein on his cock, pulsing at your touch, "This fees very different than toys." It was a lot better, seeing him almost shaking with excitement as he pushed you down and lined up but didn't put it in, instead he ran his hands up to your breasts and took one nipple into his mouth.

You could see all the muscles in his taunt back working as he moved little by little, "I want to make you feel good. This pretty body of yours, I want to know all the places that will make your eyes roll back, get you to make all the sexy noises for me." He released your stiff nipple with a wet pop, moving to the other, "Thank you for trusting me enough to be your first. I'm gonna try not to hurt you, so tell me if it feels bad and I can pull out okay? This is all on you."

"Mike... okay, I'm ready, I want to be one with you, please make me feel good." Mike gave your breasts a few more kisses before kissing you right as he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you in one go, bodies and mouth pressed against each other, it was the only thing you could do to keep your voice down as you felt yourself get stretched and filled up by a real cock for the first time.

"Are you hurt? You're not saying anything..."

"Only stings a little. But I think I'm okay. Hold on... let me try to- oh!" Your forehead fell against his when you felt his cock react to your pussy fluttering around him, "Oh my god. Okay... maybe... pull out a little?" His hands moved down, holding you just above your waist, his eyebrows furrowed with worry as he pulled back. "Not all the way!"

"Ah! Sorry. It's okay, take all the time you need, I'm here." He couldn't do anything but stare at you, feeling his cock enveloped in your warmth again as you pushed him closer with your legs, once again taking all of him.

The clenching of your pussy pulled him deeper, letting him sink in all the way, fully bottomed out inside you. You kept pulling him close every time he pulled out too much for your liking, now that you knew what it felt like to have Michael's cock inside you it was hard to imagine you could every feel as good without it. He got the message, keeping most of it in with fast, but shallow thrusts, focused on the way you mewled past your tight lips, how your nailed raked down his back and pulled him even closer.

"Feels good to have you this deep." You kissed his cheek, his stubble scratching your lips but you didn't care, he could shave a little after. Besides the stubble made him look hotter in your opinion. "Can you... thrust a little faster, I'm getting close."

"What ever you need babygirl." He picked up the pace as he intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your ring finger gently, almost dreamily as your pussy came with his cock deep inside you. "You feel amazing, that's it, keep that pussy tight for me." Michael wasn't far behind you, and while you could feel his cock pulse and his hips stutter, you were deprived of the feeling of his cum, caught by the condom instead. "Ahaha, don't be disappointed sweetheart, we gotta be careful with this stuff."

"I know." You almost whined but calmed down when he nuzzled the tip of his nose to yours, "I wonder what it feels like though, to have your cum inside me."

"You'll find out some day." As quickly as those words left his mouth he hid his blushing face in the pillow, "I-If you want that of course."

That sounded a lot like he just asked you if you wanted to have kids one day. "That'd be nice."

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quirofilia with miguel 🤩🤲🏻

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓: 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥��𝐚

— 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“I can’t,” you whisper, “Need it.”

You close your eyes trying to prevent your gaze from falling to his free hand that was so close to your pussy, “Need what, querida?”

He cups your waist as he thrusts got slower, and deeper, “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He dips his head down to your face, kissing the tip of your nose as you try to separate your wrists that he held together with his other hand.

Your pussy weakly clenches around his cock as he drags his other hand down to the top your pussy, pushing down as he hits your g—spot.

Your eyes flutter open, a mistake honestly, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. A grunt leaves Miguel’ mouth as your pussy spasms, cum leaking out of your pussy as Miguel’ big hand cups your crying cunt.

“Miguel,” you mewl, eyes locking on his hand gripping the headboard, “Miguel, that’s—tha—that’s—“

“Uh huh, keep going,” he scoops up some of your cum with two fingers, “That’s what, mami?”

“That’s—,” you babble as your eyes stay on his hand. It’s so big, the way your pussy fits perfectly in his hand makes you feel weak in the knees every time you remember.

Your pussy squeezes around his dick, no—fingers —as they slowly start moving in and out of your pussy.

“Look at me.”

You rip your eyes away from his arms, mouth opening to say something, just to taste your own cum as Miguel shoves two fingers into your mouth, “Does it taste good, querida?”

He lets go of your wrists, culling your jaw to make sure you couldn’t look away. His mouth drops open, ready to say something but he pauses as he watches you throughly suck and lick your own cum off his fingers.

He notes the dazed, fucked out look in your eyes as you kitten lick the tip of his finger, “You aren’t even listening, huh?”

No, you weren’t. The only thing you were focused on was the fuzzy feeling in your pussy as his finger tips drew circles against your walls, and the ones you were sucking.

A laugh escaped him as he watches the sight below him, “Dios mío, you’re too easy.”

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His hands reach up and cradle your delicate face, a welcoming heat provided by his palms as they envelop your cheeks.  Knives look down at you, a gentle smile appearing on his lips as you feel the pads of his thumbs stroke the apple of your cheeks lovingly.  

“The way your magnificent skin reacts to my simple touch…” his tone is soft and tender, watching as you close your eyes and lean further into his warm embrace.  “I yearn for it, actively seek you just to see how your body reacts to my touch.” 

He lays his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.  A content sigh escapes his lips as he feels your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you.  In return he allows one of his hands to leave the comfort of your cheek, letting his fingers tickle the surface of your skin as they travel down to grasp your hip.  

“Your heart is my most cherished possession.” he opened his eyes, and the crystal blue orbs gleamed beautifully as they looked down at your closed one.  “Forever gifting my dark soul with such light and warmth.” 

The hand still holding your cheek now moves back and cradles the back of your head.  “I’ve done many horrendous things throughout my life…” you could feel him guide your face closer, the distance between your lips merely paper-thin.  “But one thing is certain, finding you was truly the greatest thing I’ve ever done.” 

His lips are now on yours, the electrifying sensation still shocks your senses when the both of you meet but it's soon replaced with such delicate soft strokes that cause you to melt into his touch.  The hand resting on your hip finds purchase on your lower back and guides your body forward until he’s satisfied there is no space between the both of you.  Every single one of his movements is deeply calculated, ensuring he wouldn’t break your fragile body…  Knives would never forgive himself if he were to hurt you, even if it was for pleasure’s sake. 

His lips part first, and his eyes remain closed as he holds onto you and breathes in your scent.  “Feeling your chest move with every breath you take…  It’s exhilarating.” he can feel your chest meet his as you inhale, taking in a sharp breath before exhaling.  “It keeps reminding me that you’re alive and not just a fragment of my imagination…” Knives feels his brow twitch, as he reflects on his past self.  A soulless being walking amongst the living, believing the human race would always be doomed to destruction and killing…    “A-And to think I would have-” 

The feeling of your slender finger against his lip caused him to open his eyes, meeting your soft gaze and affectionate smile.  “Knives, you and I are both alive,” your voice, a gentle melody that resonates through him and tears him away from his self-destructive thoughts.  “I’m well aware of the man you once were, but the one standing in front of me now is not him.  You’ve come a long way and I am so proud of you.” 

If only you could experience the way his heart fluttered within his chest.  How you treated him with such love and respect, confuses him as he always believed he never deserved such kindness.  “You’ve always seen the best in me, even when I’m at my lowest…  You somehow always bring me back into your loving and gentle embrace.” 

Your lips meet once again, sharing another tender kiss.  The both of you can feel the fire burning within your own bodies as the kiss deepens.  He licks your bottom lip and you willingly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore and taste you.  A soft moan escapes you, causing him to groan as he feels a wave of pleasure rushing through his veins.  

Knives always start the process slowly taking his time to savor the moments he shares with you, from sawing your body against his or letting his other hand wander up the length of your spine to pull the hem of your collar and kissing your exposed shoulders. Everything you graciously allow to give him, he’ll happily take.  

He parts from your lips bending down to scope you into his arms, guiding both his calloused hands behind each one of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.  The heat between the both of you nearly becomes too much as his lips return to your lips and hungrily kiss you.  The walk to your shared bedroom becomes a slight obstacle as Knives refuses to part from you, causing him to stumble a few times until he walks through the doorway.   

Once he arrives at the foot of the bed, he gently lays you down on your back, kissing the tip of your nose before he stands up to unbutton his shirt.  He couldn’t stop himself from grinning, catching the way you lick your lips as you gazed at his toned physique.  He would be lying to himself, if this didn’t help boost his ego. 

He makes a show out of it, letting the white fabric of his shirt slowly fall from his shoulders and down his biceps until he has it off completely and throws the garment aside.  Licking his own lips when he sees the way you rub your thighs together, causing his cock to throb within the confine of his trousers.  

“You’ve given me so much already,…” he says as he kneels down and takes one of your legs.  His fingers loop around each lace of your boots and untie them swiftly.  “Both mind and your body.” once both of your boots come off and are laid to the side, his eyes watch you as his hands reach up and unbutton your pants and pull them off, along with your undergarments.  “Allow me the honor to give you mine.” 

Before your clothes even touch the hardwood floor, Knives climbs over you and slots himself between your naked legs.  He can feel the way your body quivers under his every touch, the soft whimpers you give him when his hands grab your thighs, or how his fingers dig into your skin.  He can’t stop himself from groaning and grind into your naked cunt. 

“M-My desire for you–” but he couldn’t finish it, opting to kiss you instead and reach down to grab the hem of your shirt.  You part for a second when you help him take your shirt off, not wanting another one to get ripped to shreds from Knives being impatient and tearing it apart.  Once he unclips your bra, he wastes no time nestling his face between your breasts.  His hands massage the mound of your delicious skin, bringing them closer to his face and kissing them. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers while his thumb grazes over your hard nipples, his other hand cupping your other breast fully.  “Breathtakingly beautiful as always, Tangela…” his warm lips envelop your areola, tongue teasingly dancing around the erect bud.  

You gasp at every flick his tongue produces around your nipple and moan when he bites onto it.  Hearing his own name roll off your tongue and how your fingers grasped his dark locks caused him to bucket harder against your pelvis.  The area around his groin became damp from your own excitement and his. 

Knives pulled away only to stand on his knees and to admire the sight below him.  Your body is now fully exposed to him, laying on your back and shivering from missing his warm body against yours.  “Always a magnificent sight to within,” he smirks before reaching down and tugging at his aching sex. 

“Knives….” you whispered, reaching over and touching his stomach.  Your fingers danced along each ab, watching as he flexed with every stroke of your fingers.  You keep going lower, touching the rim of his belly button, admiring the groomed hairline going below the waistline of his pants.  While you were busy marveling at his features, Knives was doing the same.  He watched how your lips parted and said something, but his mind was too clouded to register what you were saying.  Both of you were completely at each other’s mercy. 

He whispered your name once you began to unbutton his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, letting his cock spring free and hit his stomach.  Your mouth never fails to water when he’s fully exposed, the length of his cock alone was impressive but he was also a thick man, uncut and a slight curve near the head.  You wrapped one of your hands around his shaft, precum glistening down his shaft and now covering your palm.  He hissed at the contact, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and thrusting his hips forward into your touch. 

“Fuck…  The way you wrap your fingers around me…” he groans, concentrating on his breathing and not how enjoyable your hand felt around him.  “I could cum just by your touch alone…” 

You stroke his shaft a few more times before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and guide them above your head as he settles himself between your legs.  He doesn’t waste time using his feet to slide his pants off completely, and then feel your legs hug his hips.  His grip around your wrist loosens, moving up to interlock his fingers with yours.  You can feel the tip of his cock kiss your cunt before he slides his shaft against your folds, covering his length with your sweet slick.  

No words are exchanged, as he looks into your eyes feeling trapped by your hazy stare and hypnotic hues of your iris.  With a few more teasing thrusts, Knives angles himself properly to slip the head of his cock into your hole.  The sudden intrusion made you gasp but he still, wanted you to adjust before pushing even deeper into your warmth.  

You can feel his hot breath on your face as Knives tries his best to control his urges, stopping himself from completely giving in and aggressively delving into your cunt and succumbing to his primal need to fuck you senseless…  But he takes a deep breath and listens to your body, wait till your muscles relax, or when you finally nudge him to continue.  

In just a few minutes he can feel the back of your heels digging into the back of his thighs, urging him to go in deeper, letting him fill you to the brim with his cock.  Knives provide just that, letting himself go further until he’s completely sheeted inside you.  The man is so deep you can feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix and twitching inside you.  His head lays flat against your forehead while his movements are gentle, soft thrusts to help you ease and adjust around him. 

He can hear you moaning his name over and over again, chanting it until he’s bewitched by your spell and desire, and his hips begin to move.  The hand located on your hips finds the mound of your luscious ass and squeezes it harshly as he thrusts even deeper into you.  “So perfect-” he starts to say deeply before a deep groan erupts from his throat.  “Like you were made for me.” 

You moan his name again, encouraging him to keep going deeper, and finally finding the spot that makes you cry out with pleasure.  He lets go of your wrist, letting his forearm support his frame as he continues his brutal pace.  Knives wants you to keep crying out his name, how delicious it sounds coming from your sweet lips.  Removing his forehead against yours, he moves to kiss your neck.  You can feel his lips hungrily seeking the sensitive skin and nipping along the junction.  A guttural groan bursts from within him as your cunt squeezes around him once more, making his eyes roll back and slowly feel his impeding orgasm approaching.

Knives movements are becoming sporadic, the heat and pleasure coming in waves and soon he won’t be able to keep it in.  He wants you to join him, have the both of you give in to your orgasms, and feel the euphoric sensation together.  

The hand on your hip moves to sprawl on your pelvis, his calloused thumb grazing the edge of your engorged clit.  “I-I want you to come on my cock,…” he grunts against your neck as the pad of his thumb applies gentle pressure on your sensitive nub.  “Feel you squeeze my cock with that sweet pussy of yours.” 

You don’t register your head nodding or the fact your back arches when he finally rubs pleasurable circles around your clit.  The feeling of being full on his cock and the stimulation on your sensitive clit is slowly building up that heat within you.  Knives pauses for a second, the feeling he was about to spill in you when you clenched so tightly around him.  Hearing your groan in frustration, he moves his head up and captures your lips with his before resuming his thrusts and the desire for you’re impeding orgasm.  

“Kn-Knives….  I-I’m about–” you jolt, feeling him pump even faster into your wet pussy.  

“That’s it…  I want you to come on my cock.” he says against your lips.  Soon after he finally gets his reward.  Tears spill from the corner of your eyes as you finally reach your peak, desperately crying his name as you come around his cock.  Knives continued to edge you on, drawing out your orgasm as much as possible before he finally spilled inside you with a deep groan. 

He continues to pump in and out of you, feeling your cunt pulsate and twitch beautifully around him.  Desperate moans and cries leave your lips as you slowly start to feel the overstimulating sensation from his cock and fingers, nearly falling on deaf ears when he gets caught up from the excitement of feeling you clench tightly around his shaft.  “S-So good,” he grunts with one final thrust, his own cock feeling too sensitive to continue. 

As you both try to recover from your pleasurable high, Knives lets go of your aching clit and prompts himself up, on both his forearms to look down at you.  You’re eyes closed, the few strands of hair sticking to your damp forehead, and the soft sounds coming from your precious lips.  “Perfect…” he whispers, kissing your face tenderly.  A smile forms on your lips and you open your eyes to look at him.  “And you as well,” you respond back, reaching for his chin and making him face you to kiss his lips properly.

I want to thank @obitobrigade for commissioning me to write this Knives oneshot! I had so much fun writing it and I just can't express how much I appreciate your support (ಥ﹏ಥ)

If you wish to commission me for a drabble, please visit my Ko-Fi ! I also accept ask/requests on my tumblr page too!

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Time to get slutty, bestie..

I’m a whore for Michael getting mad when Reader gets embarrassed about hiding their sounds while fucking. I love it when he gets extra rough bc of it. 😩

Anything to do this this and breeding kink (without the kids LMAO) PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🙏

YOUR FR BLESSING ME WITH IDEAS 😩😩😩

bestie it’s cool we’re all whores for him !

(I try to keep this as gn as possible if I fuck up im sorry ;v;)

I’m doing HC’S for this cause it’s late and ya gal is eepy

WARNINGS: smut. Obviously. Being dicked down by a hot man (Michael Myers) NO BETA /PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE REAL MEN

Michael is extremely attentive, so you’d be a fool to think he’d let your silence last.

only he’s allowed to be silent, but you? God no he just

your silence is a challenge to him, and he’s going to break you for it

it only takes a moment before he’s snaking his hand up to your throat, and squeezing. Not enough to really hurt or kill, but merely just a warning 👀

man’s already pounding into you, sloppy sounds of skin on skin filling the room, but it’s gets all the more vulgar when he grabs your legs with his remaining free hand, and pushes them up onto his shoulders, and absolutely FOLDING you into a mating press.

his own grunts get a little louder, and if you really focus (you can’t) you’d be able to hear him groan and moan a little.

this intense position, his fast pace, and the hand squeezing your throat finally has you making noise, and I could bet you could just feel his sly smirk

Michael was unknowingly a man of pride, and finally hearing you moan and cry out his name? Has him so hard it fuckin hurts

the sudden rush of just everything has micheal going erratic, his breathing heavier, his pace inhumane, and the hand that was once on your throat, is now pushing your legs back a little more, the mating press he had you in was just the cherry on the top.

when your own orgasm finally washes over you, it takes a good couple (twenty) more thrusts for him to cum

ISTG THAT MAN HAS SUCH GOOD STAMINA HUFUFUFUFUF. ~~~~~~~ heavy breathing and panting fills the room, and as Michael finally pulls out, his cum slowly dribbles out of you, but he wastes no time in fingering it straight back into you, his eyes a dark steel grey, bordering on black. he hums, and leans back to admire his work on you. The bruises already forming on your neck from his intense hold has your thighs clenching. ~~~~~~

HEY WOAH IM SORRY I KNOW YOU REQUESTED THIS LAST NIGHT I FELL ASLEEP ;0; YA GAL WAS EEPY ✌️✌️✌️

anyways, as always, give me constructive criticism!!! I can’t grow as a writer without knowing my mistakes!!

(Please give me more requests tho I’ll frfrfr kiss you, I’ll give you a smooch.)

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guy who would jump at the opportunity to fuck a horror beyond his comprehension, but literally runs away from a moth (aka me)

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*puts out treats for my cool mutuals in hopes that they will talk to me because I’m scared of reaching out*

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I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever

[lavendarniko]

a thought that had just occurred to me is: making out with miguel o'hara. (gn!reader)

you'd be sitting on the edge of the bed, mindlessly going through your phone, checking some texts, looking at funny short videos to pass the time before going to sleep, when miguel walks in and shuts the door behind him.

you briefly look up, there is nothing strange about him, he was wearing grey sweats that hung low from his waist, exposing the start of his v-line. square glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, you'd been begging him to come to bed for a while now, but he was too engrossed in his work so you left him alone.

"are you done working for today, miggy?" he walked straight towards you, the matress sinking as soon as he sat by your side. he shook his head, of course, he's never done working. yet, here he was, sitting beside you on the bed.

which was odd to say the least.

"what is it?" you asked him, and he just replied by wrapping an arm around you, long, girthy fingers ghosting over your waist. "nothing, amor, just missed you."

you put down your phone, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. he leaned into your soft touch, like he'd been aching for it. "I haven't been gone for long, honey, and you said—" he mumbled something inaudible, a mashup of words, maybe a sentence before he placed his lips on yours.

they were soft, plush against your own. he nibbled on your lower lip, his fangs grazing your delicate skin, but never injuring you. though confused, you knew how miguel was, this was his way of showing that he's still thinking of you even while he was working. he'd asked you to leave because you were distracting him, and probably felt as though it was too mean, so he was making it up for you.

your hands travelled to his hair, his thick, pretty tufts of black hair. his tounge had found its way into your mouth, not fighting for dominance like he usually would, but rather savouring this moment between the two of you.

his free hand would find your thigh, and he'd move the one on your waist to rest it on your back, supporting you. you'd always go a little weak whenever he kisses you, so he made sure to always hold you in case you turn into putty in his arms.

you try to break away from the kiss, but he refuses, capturing your lips between his own over and over again. you're breathless at this point, but it feels so good. his tounge on yours, his teeth on your lips, his hands on your body. your fingers tugged on his curls and he groaned a bit, pulling you into his lap.

"mig—whats gotten into you—" you'd breath out between gentle kisses, "sh, i need this." he'd reply quickly. you didn't protest after that.

your free hand wraps around his broad shoulders, and Miguel instantly pushs you onto your back, pressing you against the mattress. you're a giggling mess and he couldn't help but chuckle too, like you were some sort of teenage couple, doing this for the first time without your parents' knowledge.

his chest presses against yours and your feet are resting on his thigh, while he keeps giving you gentle pecks and slow kisses.

"come to bed, mig." you'd whisper once more, and he'd nod, before kissing you again and again.

"f'course I will."

[lavendarniko]

Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

[lavendarniko]

oh god oh no someone knocked him over