#🍪anon

[marvelfilth]

Ya know what a nice dynamic would be?

Selectively mute character x is never really quiet character ….

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That's probably definitely not what you were thinking, but I couldn't stop myself

Selectively mute Tara, who shuts down whenever her mother comes for a visit, and Sam, who always knows when something is up with her sister, who sees the way Tara chokes up when she sees the woman, the way her throat constricts with effort to voice a single word, only for her lips to fall shut.

So Sam prepares.

She tries every trick to make their mother stay as far away as possible, but on a rare occasion Christina decides to play a dutiful mother and in result comes over for a weekend, she knows she has to up her game. She looks up articles online, stuff she would never even consider reading, because she needs to. She's not one to talk, it's more of her sister's speciality, and this - holding conversation with their mother, so Tara doesn't have to even think about talking, and rambling to her little sister to distract her from their mothers presence - is more draining than she ever anticipated. So she reads about newest horror films, researches up and coming directors, and talks, and talks, and talks.

She even goes as far as to look up current business trends, because whenever Christina grows suspicious about Tara's quietness, Sam can always throw that at her. Christina loves talking about her job more than she does to her daughter.

When the door closes behind their mother, Tara stays quiet, she always needs a few days to come back to herself. She falls asleep in Sam's arms, crying quietly, not a sound escaping her lips, and Sam holds her close, barely managing to hold her own tears at bay.

[literatureloverx]

hey, you don’t have to answer this question if you’re not comfortable but are you religious? do you believe in any religions or God? what are your views on religion and religious people?

🍪 anon

I’m comfortable sharing anything that isn’t too detailed, so here’s my answer: I’m religious and do believe in God. However, I am respectful toward those who don’t. While I may not fully understand, from a logical standpoint, how someone could not believe in a higher intelligence or a creator, I remain considerate regardless.♥️

[xhfics]

the teaser pics…… i need to lick his abs and suck on his fingers all day long why is he doing this to me oh my god even his hairrrr i’m going SKDJAKDNSKNZEHJZJA what if. i kept pulling on it while he eats the life out of me like WHAT. IF

-🍪

Oh boy, the sliver of skin peeking out is just😳

What if first you have his fingers in your mouth and suck them off, so they're nicely prepped for entering you when he eats you out😌 He'd have his head between your legs, leaving long and sensual licks there with a steady pace. But when you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it, while simultaneously also pushing his face closer to your sensitive heat.. he'll add his fingers into your hole and just makes you cum as many times as you physically can handle... and maybe one more😭

[strawbubbysugar]

Okay you don’t have to answer this if it’s too spoiler-y but I HAVE to ask. Now that Freddy, Dad Of All Time, has joined the sentience gang- he has a soulmate too, doesn’t he? Perhaps of a familial, parental sort?

(I promise I am not trying to jump ahead of every plot point before you write it I just can’t help but rotate this fic around in my brain)

- 🍪

hehe no worries!! Yall can ask as many questions as you want!! :D yep, now being sentient would mean he has a soulmate! :> hmm wonder who that could be, big mystery there!

[sunandsstars]

I IMMEDIATELY READ THE NEW CHAPTER !! Finally 🎉🥳 she left. But spider noooo… take him( love the new chapter 💞💞)

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if reader could have taken spider she definitely would have! :,) she’s so heartbroken she couldn’t.

but reader finally left! for good.

[dontsh0vethesun]

🍪 anon here! im sorry if I worries you! i got overwhelmed with offline life and social interaction was just too much, i was pretty much coming home and just playing dreamlight valley until i fell asleep.😔 im sorry! can i still come to your wedding lol?

But!! i have like a week off work now and barring (another) family emergency i should be around more (if you want me!)

-🍪

omg hhiiiii giving you a hug through the internet

you're deffo invited lmao

YES PLZ STAY, we missed youuuuu

[jaylaxies]

jake + fingering 🫠

so true, he’s good at it 🫶🏼

[tacticalprincess]

pornstar!König is haunting my dreams:(

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despite pornstar!könig’s obvious exhibitionist streak, he wants to be around as minimal people as possible, turning down offers from big porn production companies without a second thought. he prefers to produce his own work, either with his outdated phone camera or various old film cameras. the amateur feel to his videos only enhances his appeal to his audience, giving it a realistic touch.

what they don’t know is that none of it is faked, from his end at least. in his mind, he’s getting access to beautiful women’s bodies that he never would’ve before popularity, and showcasing it to the world. the money is only a plus.

his camera shakes as he ploughs into your tight, warm hole from behind, angling it in a way that catches his thick cock splitting you open from his point of view. breaching parts of you no one’s ever been able to touch. he squeezes the fat of your ass that jiggles every time his hips slam into yours, red and raw from being spanked harshly, and spreads your cheeks to put your glossy pussy on display. it amazes him how such a small hole can swallow him so deliciously, the first girl to take him without complaint.

you look impossibly small under his massive frame through the lens, his large hand engulfing every part of you he decides to touch. controls the pace of your hips and reduces you to a fleshlight with just one hand, using his strength to make you fuck back on him despite how boneless you’ve gone.

“this little cunt was made to be on camera. listen to her.” he says gruffly, reaching over and holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your broken moans. you squirm — the obscene squelching noises coming from your pussy makes you shy, unable to run from the position he has you in with your back arched and him over you, completely covered. the glide of his cock is slippery and wet inside your abused hole, sucking him in desperately while his heavy balls slap against your neglected clit. “so loud, liebchen. gonna make you a star.”

next time, he might invest in a go pro, just so he can catch the entirety of your body at once. the sight is too alluring to go to waste.

[georgiapeach30513]

I just saw this video and it reminded me of them being so much like Ransom and Steve from DA AU and i had a good laugh 🤣

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🤣 Ransom and Steve when they get older are such a riot! Kitten and Marta have their hands full. Ransom was the one pushing Steve 😂

[shalomniscient]

i think you can tell im a yukong/ himeko/ natasha person by now gjfhlhgfklgslkj im out of ideas today but i would love to see your takes on your first time with them? id imagine they would be sooooo gentle and patient, and i feel like natasha would know all the ways to pleasure you considering shes a doctor and she would touch you in all the right places hehehe ~🍪anon <3

first time || hsr x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. fingering, cunnilingus, first time with a strap-on specifically for yukong, entirely self-indulgent amounts of praise

notes. so............................ guess it's been a while huh

himeko

cw. cunnilingus

“If at any point it gets too much…”

You breathe out slowly, tangling your fingers in Himeko’s runy red hair. The tresses are soft against your skin, and you can glide your hand through it like silk. She so soft, but warms you like a hearthfire. “I’ll tell you, ‘meko. Promise.”

“Good,” she says, and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Her lips are as tender as the rest of her, and she tastes like sweet chapstick. Against the backdrop of the cabin lights, she looks like a goddess, a bright light in the vast cosmos stretching outside the cabin window. Her touch both sends you into orbit and draws you gently back to the ground—as if she is your gravity.

“I’ll go slow,” she whispers against your lips, and you nod mutely, only managing a soft mewl as she starts to kiss her way down your neck, her hands resting on your hips. She maps your skin with each kiss, pressing marks that she’ll later trace like constellations of affection. You gasp softly as her mouth finds your chest, and she uses her lips and tongue to lave all your sensitive spots with attention until you’re arching into her.

Himeko smiles, continuing to navigate her way down the plane of your body, drawing a path with her kisses until she settles between your legs. Her hands massage the jut of your hip bones as she shifts so that your legs are thrown over her broad shoulders. You shiver as her breath ghosts over your cunt, already embarassingly slick from her previous touches.

“I’m going to use my mouth on you, okay?” she murmurs, golden eyes flicking up to look at your from between your legs, and your heart nearly leaps into your throat at the sight, the coil in your stomach winding almost painfully tight.

“Okay,” you nod, voice a little small, and Himeko offers you a reassuring smile followed by a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Just relax,” she breathes, and then presses her mouth to your dripping cunt, drawing pleased, strangled noises from both of you. You, at the sensation of her tongue on your pussy, and her at the taste of you filling her senses. She has to hold back the urge to bury her face deeper into your wetness and just devour you—instead, she forces herself to take it slow as she had promised, and languidly laps up and down, from your hole to your stiff clit.

You mewl as her tongue prods the bundle of nerves, and the sound makes Himeko near-dizzy with need. She works you patiently with her mouth, though it doesn’t take much before you’re squirming in her hold, your body beginning to buzz with sensations, a knot winding tight in your lower belly.

Her tongue dips into you, two fingers assisting in spreading your lower lips for her. The wet muscle feels… odd, as it probes inside you, but certainly not unpleasant. Himeko drinks your wetness greedily, nearly voracious for you. The realisation only adds to your budding orgasm; to know you have her so needy, so desperate for you just by your taste—it’s certainly an ego boost of cosmic proportions.

Your hand tangles in her waves of fiery red, and Himeko smiles against your cunt. “Are you close, sweetheart? Just let it happen, let go. I’ve got you.”

Her lips move up from your twitching hole to your puffy clit, sealing around it. Then she sucks, a delicate pressure that nonetheless has stars exploding behind your eyelids as your eyes roll back into your head, your lips parting in a breathless cry of her name. Himeko moans into you as your cum wets her lips and chin more than it already is, and she laps up each drop eagerly.

Your hand in her hair flops down onto the bed as the wave of pleasure begins to ebb, and Himeko smiles as she pushes up, lacing your hand with hers. Her free hand brushes some hair out of your eyes, and she presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Good?” she asks softly, her eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. You only manage a tired nod, your entire body feeling floaty—in a good way. She chuckles lightly as how fucked out you look already, then lies beside you on the sheets. Her strong arms wrap around you and pull you close, your head resting over the softness of her chest.

“Rest now. You did so well, my dear.”

natasha

cw. fingering, kinda voyeurism

You’ve found that it’s a special kind of embarassing to be walked-in on while trying to get yourself off. That momentary beat of awkward staring between you and the person who walked in, that knowing look yet the refusal to acknowledge it for both your sakes—it’s terrible, and you’ve never wanted to crawl out of your skin more.

Thankfully, Natasha—angelic as she is—took it remarkably in stride, settling down at the edge of the bed, a patient expression on her face. Her hand encircled your wrist, drawing it from the waistband of your sleep shorts, her eyes glinting as she notes the slickness on your fingers.

“Were you close?” she asks gently, and all you can manage was a tiny shake of your head. Natasha smiles, relaxed and easy, and places her hand on your waist. Her touch is cool against your heated skin. “Do you want me to help?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at her offer, a choked noise escaping you. “T-That’s— you don’t have to, Nat—“

Natasha only chuckles, pressing a finger to your lips to hush you. “I know, but I want to. May I?”

“I’ve never… you know,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know if I’ll…”

“Don’t worry,” she assures you. “I’ll take good care of you—and we can stop whenever you feel like it.”

And so, that is how she has you where you are now: squirming under her touch, one hand held tightly in hers while the other grips her other wrist, where two of her long, dextrous fingers sink all the way to the third knuckle inside you. The feeling of fullness between your hips is foreign but not unpleasant, the pads of Natasha’s fingers rubbing the softness of your cunt. She toys with a spot within you that has you seeing stars, your thighs almost snapping shut around her arm.

“T-Tasha—“ you cry out as her thumb finds your stiff clit, and she soothes you with a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. She draws delicate circles around the little bundle of nerves as her fingers continue to coax more pleasure from you, curling in a come hither motion to brush against your g-spot just right.

“You sound so lovely, my dear,” she hums, the hand holding yours bring it to her lips to kiss your knuckles. “So perfect.”

“Tasha, ‘m gonna—“ you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, and she speeds up her fingers ever so slightly.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” she coos, leaning down to press her forehead against yours. “Relax, and come for me.”

With one last expert curl of her fingers, Natasha sends you far over the edge, the strongest orgasm of your life winding up your spine and bursting like fireworks behind your eyes. You can distantly feel and hear her work you through the high, and you shiver as she withdraws her fingers. They glisten with your slick, dripping from her digits down to her wrist, and when Natasha’s tongue darts out to lick at the droplets you nearly whine.

“Tasha…”

She smiles at you, and it’s like the sun emerging behind grey clouds. She indulges you as you make grabby hands towards her, shifting on the bed so you can wrap your arms around her. “Yes, dearest?”

“Thank you,” you mumble against her shoulder, and she laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

yukong

cw. strap-ons

“H-Hurry up, already…”

Your whine is almost petulant as it leaves your lips. You wriggle your hips—or do your best to, what with Yukong’s firm grip on your waist—trying to push back on her silicone cock. Yukong grunts at that, her hold on you tightening ever so slightly.

“Patience, sweet thing,” she rumbles, low and soothing. “There’s no rush.”

Any smart-mouthed retort dies in your throat as Yukong pushes another inch into you, your head dropping down against the soft sheets. She’s filling you up in a way so different but just as good as her fingers—you can feel the artifical veins on her cock press against your inner walls, and the thickness of it creates a delicious pressure that has more of your wetness slicking the remaining length not buried in you already.

“Good girl,” Yukong breathes, leaning down to nose at your shoulder. “Such a good girl, taking me so well. That’s it, sweet thing, you’re almost there, just relax—“

By the time her hips meet your ass, she’s stuffed you so fully that you’ve already gone brainless. Your pussy squeezes and clenches around the false cock like a vise, tight enough that even drawing back is a challenge for Yukong. But she doesn’t, and lets you adjust to the length inside you first, her fingers traveling beneath you to tap on your clit to get you to relax.

Pleasure and an aching fullness buzzes throughout your body, and it is nothing but pure instinct that eventually drives you to rock back and forth on her cock. Yukong chuckles softly above you, her free hand gently tilting your head to the side. Her pupils blow wide as she notes your already fucked-out expression, and she kisses you with just the slightest hint of teeth as she starts to slowly pump her cock in and out of you.

The movement pushes breathless moans from your lips that Yukong devours greedily. The sound of your wet cunt taking her is the only thing she can hear, her sharp, foxian ears swiveled to focus only on you. She has to consciously pace herself, pulling back to nuzzle against your nape and drawing deep breaths through her mouth. If she breathed in any more through her nose, the scent of your slick would drive her to wildness and she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pounding you into the bed.

But there’s always time for that in the future. For now, she moves slowly but rhythmically, hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. You babble her name in between whiny moans, your fingers clawing into the sheets.

“You’re doing so well,” she praises breathlessly, eyes flicking back to your cunt to see the way you spread around her cock, and it sends a bolt of need right down to her own cunt. “So good for me, darling, taking me so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

You make a loud, keening noise at that, toes curling, and Yukong knows you’re close. She smiles against your shoulder, forgoing her slow, deep strokes for small, sharp thrusts as she’s buried fully within you. Her finger on your clit doesn’t let up either, and soon enough you’re squirming on her cock, that familiar tightness in your tummy ready to snap.

“Go ahead, darling,” Yukong croons, her teeth ghosting the soft flesh of your nape. “Come.”

And you do, beautifully, your cunt bearing down on her cock with enough force you nearly push her out. A white ring forms at her base, and Yukong swallows thickly as her throat dries at the sight. She manages steady, languid thrusts to work you through the daze of pleasure until you slump boneless into the sheets, utterly satiated. You whimper as she pulls out with a wet, slick sound, and she kisses your shoulder in apology.

“Come here,” she coos, discarding the strap somewhere on the bed and gathering you into her arms. You’re hardly able to move, all the sense having been fucked out of you, and Yukong chuckles at the sight, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes. “Good?”

You only answer with a pleased hum, snuggling close into her neck. Yukong smiles fondly as she cards her fingers through your hair, nose pressed to your temple to inhale your scent.

Seems like her strap will be seeing more action now.

[marvelfilth]

Guess who spent like 2 hours wondering how tf her professor expected her to find answers without being given a chart only to find out the chart was right under her nose the whole time.. guess😁

🍪

Idk cookie, definitely not you! 😁

[literatureloverx]

I eventually found more… psychosophy. Do you know what it is? Do you know what yours is? 😭

🍪 anon

I have no idea…what do you think, dear 🍪-anon?♥️

[xhfics]

lmaooo take your time! glad u liked my ramblings

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💜💜💜💜

[sunandsstars]

i have so many test and writing assignments ( essays etc ) that I may just disappear 😭😭😭 and my allergies are still here 😭😭

-🍪

Oh no 🥲🥲

me too though, large assignment due next week :,))

make sure to take a break, ask for extra time (if possible) and take care of yourself. please!

[dontsh0vethesun]

you wanna be nosy?? you, author, wants to be nosy that is completely surprising and out of character for you 😂

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is this sarcasm ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

i just like being in peoples business- i wanna know everythaaang

[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜