#(out of misbehavin')

[going2thespecialhell]

// My muse using the Force to get Tumblr RP'ers to write with Mal. Do we tell him he doesn't have Force powers? Nah...let him dream.

[anachrcnisms]

i'm going to do some rearranging here, i may remove some ocs and add some new ones

[stargirlrchive]

── simon ‘ghost’ riley, dilf jake sully, john price

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

his thick, calloused fingers gripping into your skin as begins to tease you. mumbling softly, “only the tip.”

his thick cock pressing you open, “been misbehavin’, you don’t deserve to come.”

your thighs trembling around him as he only fucks you onto the thick head of his cock as you squirm and cry out that you want more, that you need more.

his laugh rumbling deep in his chest as he shakes his head, “no, baby. you want to come, you need to learn to behave.”

[sinsandsweetness]

*smacks both hands on the table* rickyl size kink! Reader can barely handle one of their dicks let alone both!

(Anon, i’m obsessed with you)

You would have been fine in any other position. Well, maybe not fine. But definitely not gasping for air and griping the sheets the way Rick has you now. Propped up on a few pillows, legs up on his shoulders, opening you right up. Fucking you so hard and deep it almost hurts. And you can actually fucking feel him in your stomach. Especially when he leans back and puts his hand right above your pelvis, gently pushing down on your skin. And the feeling makes your eyes roll back. Holy shit.

“Ah- I can’t - Rick’s’toomuch!” You push at his stomach even though you know he would never let up.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I can’t- can’t take it.”

“Mmm but you took it so well the other night, remember?”

You nod, biting back a rather pathetic moan.

“So what’s different now?” He slows down, still thrusting just as deep and just as hard, but slower. Letting you catch your breath and focus back in on the feeling of him filling you up. Brushing your g-spot with every stroke.

“She misbehavin’?” A voice comes from the doorway, leaned against the frame in a leather jacket. Daryl smirks at the sight in front of him. Both of your flushed faces, and naked bodies turning to face him.

“I’m not sure… she’s tryna tell me she can’t take it,” Rick mocks you in a whiney voice. He turns back to you and licks his lips. “Even though we both know that she definitely can.”

Daryl let’s out a dry laugh, peeling his jacket off and approaching the bed.

“We know exactly how much you can take sweetheart. No sense in lying’ about it.” He says as he tugs his jeans off and motions at Rick to move you. To reposition. And when you look down, he’s already hard as a rock. Standing tall and intimidating. Butterflies erupting as you realize very quickly that they’re gonna show you just how much you can take. Or can’t. They’ll decide.

Soon enough, Daryl’s hands are gripping your waist and he’s bullying his way into your ass, forcing you to sit right flush with his lap. Rick still holding your legs open wide, his movements at a still though, letting you get used to the two dicks splitting you open. Filling you up and making you squirm. The pressure of Daryls cock added onto the already very well endowed one you’d been taking only moments before, it was… overwhelming. And once they started fucking you, actually pumping in and out, Rick took Daryl’s hand from your waist and pressed it to the spot he was pushing on before. The spot where he could feel his own bulge, all the way in your stomach. And now Daryl could. Palm pressed flat on your lower belly, pushing down and making both you and Rick moan in unison. Fuckin’ hell.

“Always take us so well. So fuckin’ full aren’t you?” He whispers, wet lips brushing your ear. Tears forming at the stimulation that you’re receiving. The pressure on your g-spot that definitely makes your breath hitch. And the intensity of being so full is borderline torture. But you don’t even want them to stop. You’re way too close to risk complaining. To risk them thinking you actually can’t take it.

[animestsstuff2]

YandereProHero Bakugou x quirkless reader

I keep thinking of like yandere Bakugou with a quirkless reader, like someone he just became infatuated with and picked the perfect time to take them.

Content warning: kidnapping, implied non-con, yandereBakugou, quirkless reader, tied up, isolation, deprivation.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

ProHeroBakugou, who entered the cafe you worked at one day looking to get an iced caramel coffee. His mood immediately changing when you greeted him with the brightest smile. He began coming in everytime (sometimes twice) when he was patrolling your area

ProHeroBakugou, who seen your cafe on the news as being involved in a battle. Bakugou who left his sidekicks, blasting through the sky and to the devastated area where the pros fought the villain.

ProHeroBakugou, who found you among the debris, swept your unconscious body up and took you to his apartment. ‘ProHero’ bakugou who clicked the cuff around your ankle as you stirred on the bed. A few superficial cuts littered your face and arms.

Bakugou, who greeted you with a grin when you awoke. Your eyes widening as panic settled in your chest, seeing the chain attached to your ankle as your breaths picked up and you tugged desperately at it. Your eyes whipping to meet his red ones as he grabbed your cheek. A caring smile on his face as he stared at your horror stricken self

YandereBakugou, who grew angry at your constant yelling and cursing at him, missing the sweet smiles and giggles you’d throw at him, instead you would throw anything you could grab, including the plates full of food at him. Bakugou who was believed you just needed time and patience (one he had very little of)

YandereBakugou, who realised hitting you was a guaranteed way to shut you up but the silence was more unnerving than the yelling. Bakugou who crawled into bed immediately after, wrapping his arms around your waist as his body settled itself between your legs. “C’mon doll, you were misbehavin’ you know I don’t wanna hurt you, c’mere gimme a hug”

YandereBakugou, who ignored any and all your protests when it came to physical touch. He would cuddle you in bed and the erection that pressed against your ass made you nauseous even worse was when he showered you, still being forced on a chain. This time it was connected to him. His hands running all over your body as he resisted bending you over the sink.

YandereBakugou, who began letting you have more freedom, allowing you into the living room and kitchen. He made sure all the knives were kept out of reach. A smile on his face after he convinced forced you to cook him dinner “gonna get a coffee machine too, so you can make me somethin’ sweet huh pet?”

YandereBakugou, who dragged you by your hair through the house after he came home one day to you picking at the balcony door lock. Bakugou who allowed you to roam the house whilst he was gone believing you loved him now and wouldn’t leave him.

YandereBakugou, who opened the cupboard door to see your wide wet eyes meet his. Your words muffled by the cloth gag, hands and legs rubbing against the rope that bound them. Bakugou who almost fell off balance when you practically jumped on him after being untied, fresh tears rolling down your face “m’sorry, p-please, dont leave me alone again” Bakugou who only rolled his eyes at your dramatics, it was only, what, two days?

YandereBakugou, who smiled down at you greeting him at the front door, adorned in one of his shirts as he smelled the meal you cooked from the kitchen. Bakugou who finally made you into his perfect partner no more fighting or protesting when he pulled your panties off. You just took it like a good girl “my good girl hmm”

[spideyhexx]

minors dni

Thinking about watching Billy do target practice even though to you, it seems like he doesn’t even need practice. 

He never misses, never stumbles, never hesitates. This is what initially sparks your idea. You walk up behind him as he’s reloading his gun, his head turns to the side. “Yes?”  You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around him, hugging him from behind.

His shoulders tense but then he relaxes in your touch as you place a small kiss to the back of his shoulder. “Can you shoot if I distract you?”

He chuckles and nods, as your hands gently rub his chest. You watch as he again, successfully hits the targets with no falter, not even a change in his breath or heartbeat from your touch. He hears your dissatisfaction. “Darlin’ you can try all you want but you’re not gonna distract me that easily.”

He begins to reload his gun again and you whisper. “Well I guess I oughta keep trying?” He shrugs, taking two shots before you make your move. You drop your hands to the waistband of his pants. You see his head tilt down to see your hands, your fingers nimbly fiddling with the button as you undo them. 

He clears his throat and takes another successful shot. You smile against his back as you slide your hand down the front of his pants. His breath hitches and you press your palm against him, touching him as gently as you can, listening to every breath he takes as it gets more ragged. 

He shakes his head slightly, trying to maintain his focus despite your touch, but he lets out the faintest moan. Billy’s jaw clenches and he holds his gun steady, shooting and hitting his target perfectly. “S-see…I can do it,” he mumbles before putting his gun away and taking your hand out of his pants.  He turns to you, your wrist gripped tight in his hand. “That was…are you gonna keep misbehavin’?” 

You shrug, smirking and Billy can’t help but smirk back, keeping his grip on you as he tugs you back to his cabin.

[exhalcyon]

i originally made this bc i wanted to put a song from my ghoulcy playlist on it but i didn’t end up using any lol. The song is the 1960s version of Misbehavin’ from the Righteous Gemstones.

here’s a link to the playlist if you wanna check it out though 🫣

the vid i rotoscoped from is below

https://youtu.be/vdUgJ_T_AqU?feature=shared

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

What song did you personally like the best out of this round? Did a song make an impact right away or did it require the full version? Did the artist reveal change your opinion for better or for worse? Tell me in a reblog! :D

(note: this is not a popularity contest or to vote for a favourite artist out of loyalty 💖 it's still about the song.)

[bits-and-babs]

i have this idea for joel miller, where him and the reader spend some time together practicing following the rules, since the reader has been lacking im that department, but during that time joel takes it upon himself to find your most sensitive spots and it eventually turns into an overstimulation session where you still gotta follow his rules and hes having the time of his life just ruining you 🖤

-ˋˏ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 ˎˊ-

— pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

— word count: 1k

— warnings: Dom/Sub themes, very light verbal degradation, a little impact play, fingering, use of the honorific ‘Sir’, overstimulation— phew! Very 18+, ya nasties.

joel miller masterlist I| main masterlist |I send me an ask

“Discipline ain’t your strong suit, is it, Darlin’?”

You shake your head slightly— as much as you can, considering your chest is pressed to the mattress, arms bound behind your back by Joel binding your wrists with his hand. He has you leaned across the bed, toes to the floor. It’s stiff and a little awkward, but you just about manage. “No, Sir.”

Your admission doesn’t match your submissive headspace; muscles slack and vulnerable to the palm that Joel slowly smooths over the curve of your ass.

“You’re going to be quiet for me.”

It’s not a request. It’s an order. Joel’s tone is firm, his voice gravelly as he digs his fingerprints into the flesh of your ass. It smarts slightly, capillaries bursting and blooming beneath in a bruise.

You swallow thickly, immediately falling in line. No verbal response, just a simple nod seems to suffice, because Joel is beginning his cruel torture already as he begins to glide his fingertips over your clothed cunt. He starts at your entrance, up and over your clit. You hold in the sigh that threatens to breach your lips.

“Greedy already,” he murmurs, voice a husk as he holds his hands out before your face. Wetness clings to his fingerprints, glistening under the light. You chew on the inside of your cheek, tilting your head slightly to look at him through your lashes. “Greediest little cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Joel’s fingers dip beneath the crotch of your panties, slipping his middle finger inside of you with such ease that it rocks your consciousness. Your eyelids flutter, and a silent moan catches in your throat. Quiet.

He hums in appreciation at your tight, wet heat, easing his finger in and out of you before slipping in another. Your hips rise from the mattress, balancing on your toes as you rock back onto him.

“Barely touchin’ you, and you’re already misbehavin’,” he points out, his tone clipped. It makes you want to apologise, your heart leaping out of your chest, but you hear his order replay in your head. ‘Quiet’. You smother your appeals.

You feel red hot, your face burning from his attention. The wet sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers practically drowns out your laboured breathing, and you hear a tsk sound from behind you.

“So desperate. Ain’t even noticed how noisy you’re being.”

Joel sounds so close, your brain lagging in realising that his mouth is right beside your ear. He presses a kiss into the soft flesh just below, nipping at the skin so hard it will surely leave a bruise in the morning. He twists his fingers inside you simultaneously, pressing up against something that makes your bones vibrate.

“Auhhh-“ you moan loudly, unable to hold the noise within.

Joel punishes you for it.

His palm collides with your ass sharply. The sound of the slap rips through the room, and your wail of anguish quickly follows. Your skin stings beneath it, prickling hot and smarting. His hand would undoubtedly leave a print, branding you like a cattle iron.

“Hm,” Joel huffs, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he presses his arousal into the tingling skin of your ass. “What did I tell you?”

“T-To be quiet,” you squeak.

“Not a sound,” he reminds you, his hands coming up between your abdomen and the mattress to squeeze at the mound of your breasts. Joel’s chest drapes over your back as he takes your earlobe between his teeth. His clothed cock grinds at your entrance, granting you enough friction to tease your neglected cunt while pinching at your nipples.

It fires off nerve endings across your body, your forehead slumping onto the mattress when the pressure begins mounting in your guts.

“But this-“ he pauses, working his fingers inside you so you can hear the wet, slurping sound of your pussy, “This is a sound I don’t mind.”

The buttons of his flannel bury into the skin pulled across your spine, skin aching from the pressure and the circular indents it leaves. Your jaw is agape, throat loose in an attempt to prevent any moans or whines from slipping out of your lungs.

“Such a sloppy cunt, Sugar. Can feel that you like that- is it this, here?”

He works his fingers against that obliterating part inside you. You gasp loudly, the sound pulling itself out of you before you have the chance to swallow it back down.

“So hard for you to be quiet, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, his thumb is pushed against your clit, flicking back across it at an immobilising pace. Your legs give out beneath you, hips falling against the mattress as you cum, a tingling warmth flooding your body and crashing over you all at once.

“Ffuh-fuhck-“ you slur, eyes rolling back as your peak dips. Joel doesn’t relent. His thumb continues to brutalise your throbbing clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of you and drilling into that mind-shattering spot. “Fuck-fuckfuckfuck, stop- Sir, pleasestopplease-“

You’re sobbing, fat tears tearing down your cheeks. The wet noises of your cunt bounce off the walls, and Joel groans softly as he watches your hips squirm against the bed.

“Nuh-uh. Get back here,” he scolds when you try to fight him, try to get away. Gripping your wrists tighter, he yanks you back into position, releasing you only to force your hips to stay and bear down on your overstimulated pleasure points.

“Please please, pleasepleaseplease,” you beg him loudly, your raised volume edging towards a scream as you sob around the syllable of his name. “Joel I can’t! Ican’tIcan’t, Joel!”

“You’re a greedy thing, ain’t you? You always want one more from me. I’m givin’ it to you.”

Your mind goes blank, words you thought to shout to force him to capitulate turning to a static buzz as he pushes his fingers up against your g-spot.

“What is it?” He asks, sounding almost bored.

“Iiiiuhh-“ you keen, you moan. It’s long, high pitched and loud enough that you’re sure half of Jackson can hear you fail to form a coherent sentence with Joel’s fingers buried knuckles deep inside of you.

“What happened to bein’ quiet, Darlin’? Did I make it difficult for you?” His voice twangs with amusement, enjoying watching you suffer like this.

It forces a hiccup from your throat when you cum a second time, cracking through you and wracking your exhausted muscles until you scream.

END

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[spiderceo]

− ⌗ vaudeville vows ⊹.∿

summary; in the middle of the night, an unwelcome guest makes an appearance at your piano. he brings you offers of fame and fortune for only the small price of your soul…

tags; gender-neutral reader, reader can sing and play piano, manipulation, alastor being unsettling, probs gonna be slow burn <3

word count; 1.9k

pairing; alastor x reader

a/n; ive never written for alastor before and this kind of character is outside my comfort zone. im hoping to make this into a multi-part story so let me know thoughts and such. reposts are greatly appreciated ^^

master post | part two

The piano that sat in your apartment was barely played anymore. Ever since you picked up more shifts at work to help pay your ever increasing bills, there wasn’t enough time in the day to play. You badly wanted to sit down and glide your fingers over the keys again, but every time you got home from work you were too tired. Today was just the same.

You had finally just gotten cozy in bed when you heard the sound of a singular key being pressed. That was enough to stir you and make you sit upright in bed. Your body froze in the darkness, brow furrowed, as your strained your ears to listen again. The silence was deafening all until you heard not just a note, but a chord being played.

Someone was in your home.

Your heart raced at the thought of someone breaking in. Adrenaline ran through your veins as your reached for your phone. The bright screen strained your eyes as you typed in the number for emergency services. Slipping carefully out of bed, you avoided all the floorboards you knew to be squeaky. Even the slightest of ruffles from your duvet sounded so loud in the dead of night.

You kept the emergency number on your screen, thumb poised to hit the call button the moment you were sure someone was there. Moving towards the living room, you could feel the weight of anticipation hanging heavily in the air. Anxiety crept up your neck as you reached the doorway and poked your head around it, expecting to see a murderer or a robber.

Instead, you were met with a surprising sight. There, sitting at your piano, was a figure cloaked in shadows, positioning their hands on the ivory keys. Then they began to play. The song you recognised was from your childhood. Your grandad had a vast collection of vintage vinyl records and this song appeared on one of them.

‘Ain’t Misbehavin’’ by Fats Waller.

You stood there mesmerised by the stranger’s skilful performance, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until the other instruments in the song began to play that you were truly dumbfounded. It sounded like they were coming from an old radio, just like the one your grandad also happened to own.

You were unsure of what to do. Call the police? The number was still pulled up on your phone. Confronting them might end up in you being attacked. But something about the music held you captive, it drew you closer a few steps. That was a mistake. One creak of your floorboards and the music was reduced to radio static. A glint of red shone through the dark as you stood there like a deer in headlights.

Piercing carmine eyes held your wide-eyed stare. They bore holes into you and you could have sworn you felt your skin burning. You didn’t so much as breathe as you waited for the shadowed figure to make their next move. The only light in the room came from the city beyond your curtains and the phone which was slowly slipping from your grasp. When it hit the floor, the stranger’s eye twitched before they turned around fully on the stool to look at you.

The lights in your apartment flickered on and you almost let out a scream at the sight of the creature posed at your piano. His wide uncanny grin held the sharpest teeth you had ever seen in your life. Just that alone was enough to make you want to turn in run. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Ah, it seems I have an audience,” the voice came out like it was filtered, playing through the same radio that the instruments were coming from before. “I hope you don’t mind the impromptu performance. Your piano was simply too tempting to resist!” the make voice sounded smooth but with an edge of menace to it.

Torn between fear and curiosity, you hesitated with your next move. He just sat there grinning at you with wide eyes as he waited for your response. The crackling of a radio filled the void as you considered your options. This creature was such a stark contrast to your home and yet here he was, sat playing your piano as though he belonged. It was disturbing to say the least.

“What do you want?” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding quieter than you intended.

The creature chuckled as though you were the most amusing thing he had seen in a while. It send a chill down your spine as he crossed his legs and continued to eye you up without a change in his expression. That ever-present smile twisted as he spoke once more.

“Oh, nothing much, my dear. Just a bit of entertainment to lighten my mood,” he moved his hands as he spoke, swirling his wrists dramatically. “After all, what harm could a little music do?” with a flourish, he stood from the stool snd began inspecting various things in your living room. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he looked through your bookshelf silently.

You felt like the odd thing out right now despite this being your home.

You watched the creature as he looked at you over his shoulder before dissipating into the shadows. It happened so fast that is you blinked, you would have missed it. As you stood there, a new feeling of unease settled in the room. The piano beckoned you to it, its keys whispering a siren’s song that promised you happiness.

With trembling hands, you approached the instrument, still feeling the presence of the creature’s lingering charm. You couldn’t place what he was and that somehow felt worse than actually knowing. Your mind was trying to come up with any rational explanation for what just happened to you, but every string of thought came back blank. You started to consider the impossible and the supernatural. A wendigo, perhaps? The small, twisting horns on his head certainly suggested that but he didn’t look like any of the usual depictions of the folklore anomaly. What about a demon?

A demon.

Oh god, what if you just let a demon into your home? You stared straight ahead at the piano with fear building inside you. Despite your current mood, your hands rose to rest on the keys. There was an undeniable allure to the piano, a yearning to finish the demon’s song and fill the room with music that had been silenced for too long.

Taking a deep breath, you tentatively placed your fingers on the correct chords and hesitantly pressed down. The sound was uncertain at first, rusty and unpracticed. As you continued to play, however, the rhythm of it all came back naturally. You really hoped your neighbours wouldn’t mind you playing in the middle of the night.

With each note, you felt more at ease. It was a rather good distraction from what had just happened to you. You had almost convinced yourself you were just seeing things. With how exhausted you had been recently, you just chalked it up to being sleepy. The worries you had faded away and were replaced with the joy your music brought. You forgot about the intruder, going to bed, your unpaid bills, and all the responsibilities waring you down. All that mattered was the music, a beacon of light cutting through the dark that was your life at the moment.

As the final notes rang out, you closed your eyes with a peaceful smile. Whatever may come, you knew the music would always be there as a source of solace in times of need.

“Impressive, my dear. It seems you have a great talent for music,” a voice crooned in your ear, it dripped with honeyed malice, “But imagine what you could achieve with a little…assistance.”

Your eyes snapped open as you pushed yourself backwards and put as much distance between you and the demon as possible. The piano stool was now lying sideways on the floor as you moved with urgency.

So you weren’t just seeing things because you were tired. There really was a demon in your home and he seemed pretty adamant on conversing with you. Despite his charming voice, you knew his words were not to be trusted. Not only had he broken into your home, he had played your beloved piano. And now he was trying to offer you something by the sounds of it. Classic demon stuff.

“What do you mean?” you asked cautiously, now happy with the distance you put between the two of you. The demon’s grin widened more than you thought was possible, more teeth visible than before. “I propose a deal,” he said, voice dripping with temptation. “I give you piano lessons, help hone your skills, and guide you on the path to fame and fortune. In exchange, when the time comes for you to depart this world and enter the depths of hell, your soul will belong to me.”

Your heart raced at the offer. The promise of fame and success would be tempting for almost anyone, but the thought of selling your soul to a demon made you reconsider. “Is it worth it?” you asked yourself but he obviously heard you.

“The pleasures of fame are beyond compare!” He exclaimed, arms gesturing widely. “It’s much better than that awful dead end job you have now, that’s for sure. Think of giving up your soul for this as a small price to pay for greatness.”

You didn’t know what drug he infused with his words, but they were seriously making you consider this. The thought of being a master pianist who was loved and admired by millions was a silly dream you had when you were a kid. Now it was a single hand shake away. It was almost too enticing to resist but deep down, you knew that no amount of fame was worth the cost of your soul.

With steely resolve, you met the demon’s eyes and shook your head. “I’ll pass.” you said firmly, your voice tinged with whatever confidence you had in you at that moment. Who knew what denying a demon his feed would do.

The entity’s eye twitched, a look of annoyance crossing his features. The grin he kept on his face turned tense as a glint of frustration passed through his glowing eyes. Suddenly, all those emotions were gone as he put on a bright persona again.

“Ah, well,” he dismissed casually, waving his hand as though the encounter never happened. “The offer still stands should you ever change your mind. Until then, I bid you adieu, my dear musician.”

With a flourish, the demon disappeared into the shadows. The light went with him and you were left to stand in the darkness. The only light was coming from your phone which still lay on the floor with the emergency services number on the dial pad.

You were truly alone with your thoughts now. The fading echoes of his proposal stuck with you. You turned back to the piano and glared through the dark to see a piece of paper sat against the music desk. At the top of the sheet, the name ‘Alastor’ was written in elegant cursive. It didn’t take an idiot to figure out that this was the demon’s name.

Judging by the way he left, you were certain that this would not be the last time you’d be seeing him.

part two

[going2thespecialhell]

OOC: From the Mun

//The odds are stacked against me. No one's RP'ing for Firefly/Serenity anymore, and I can't get any interest from the Star Wars or Starfield RP crowds here.

Ain't about to stop tryin', though. I will write for Mal Reynolds again. Patience and determination will win out, and all will be shiny again.

[lousypotatoes]

So Dark Up Above

Song Recommendation:

Ain't Misbehavin' - Fats Waller

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

90 years ago...

It was now mid-June. Alastor had visited the flower shop every day since Mother's Day, buying different kinds of flowers each day.

Y/N was sweeping the floor when she heard the tiny bell ringing, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"I'll be with you in a second," she said, continuing to sweep, not looking up from the floor.

"Oh, take all the time you need, dear," said a voice. "I can wait."

At the sound of Alastor's voice, Y/N jumped and dropped the broom. This made Alastor laugh.

"Alastor!" she said sternly, picking up the broom. "Don't be scarin' me like that!"

"My apologies, Y/N" he said, still laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright."

"Oh, is that why you didn't say anything when you came in?" she said, a doubtful look on her face.

Alastor didn't answer, instead looking at the different arrays of flowers. "Say, when did you get these Geraniums?"

"Oh," she said, putting money in the cash register. "I got them yesterday soon after you left."

"They're quite the lookers, aren't they?" he said softly.

"Oh, they are," she said, smiling. "Did you know that they hail from South America? They also come in a range of hues from white to lavender and-"

Listening to her rant about Geraniums of all things made something in Alastor's heart stir. Looking over at her, he found it adorable the way her eyes lit up and the way she talked with her hands. Alastor found himself staring and immediately blush started to creep up in his neck. He cleared his throat.

"Apologies for my rantin'," she said sheepishly. "I find the history of flowers rather captivatin', it's real easy for me to get carried away talkin' about them."

"There's no need to apologize, darling," Alastor chuckled. "In fact, I find it rather endearing."

"Oh, your words carry weight, Al," she said, picking up a vase of Geraniums to hide her blush.

"I'm glad you think so,"

It was silent for a few seconds.

"You plannin' on buyin' some flowers," Y/N said playfully said. "Or are you just gonne keep on smooth talkin' me?"

"Oh, right,"

"What do you even do with all the flowers you buy, hm?" she asked, as he picked out a bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "That'll be two buck per stem, if you please."

"Sometimes, I present them to my mother," he said, handing Y/N the money. "Other times I adorn my studio with their beauty."

"I'm pleased you're makin' good use outta them," she said. "Y'know, you don't need to pop in here every day."

"I'm aware," he began. "But I enjoy our daily conversations, my dear."

Alastor saying that made butterflies appear in Y/N's stomach. "I do as well, Al," she said.

"I'm mighty curious, darling," he said, propping his elbow up on the counter. "What is your favorite flower?"

"Daisies," she answered immediately. "I know it's boring, but there's somethin' about them that I absolutely love .Why you askin'?"

"Just curious, dear,"

Alastor looked at his watch. "Good heavens, I need to rush if I'm to make it for my 2 o'clock broadcast," he said heading out the door with the bouquet of Narrowleaf Sunflowers. "Will you be phoning into the station tonight?"

"Don't I always?" she smiled, sad see to Alastor leave. "Have a splendid remainder of your day, Alastor."

"You as well, Y/N," he smiled back.

And with that the little bell above the door rang, signaling that he left.

Later that night...

"You only have yourself to blame, sweetheart," Y/N said, out of breath. "Had you not strayed from your vows, your husband wouldn't of hired me to kill you."

"Please," the woman sobbed, backed against the back alley wall. "Please don't do this! Just tell him-"

"I'm not tellin' him nothin'," she said, grabbing the woman's throat. "Why do you think I'm in this line of work? I like killin' people. The only reason I'm not doin' this for free is 'cause I also like the money."

"Please," the woman choked out. "Don't do this, I'll do anything."

"Broads like you really piss me off," she said, squeezing the woman's throat tighter. "What's the point of tyin' the knot if you're gonna sleep around with every Tom and Harry you lay your eyes on?"

The woman started thrashing and trying to pull Y/N's fingers off her throat, but she couldn't get out of Y/N's grip.

"Make sure you tell Satan I said hi, sweetheart." she grinned, placing her other hand on the woman's throat.

Suddenly, the woman lifted up her hand and scratched Y/N's cheek, drawing blood with her manicured nails.

Y/N yelped in pain, letting go of the woman with one of her hands. With Y/N distracted, the woman started thrashing a lot more.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Y/N pulled out her gun from under her dress and shot the woman three times in the head.

The woman fell to the ground, blood oozing out of three different places on her face.

Y/N put the gun back under her dress, glaring daggers at the dead woman. She touched the scratch on her face and hissed in pain.

It stung, and it stung a lot.

After she put the body in a dumpster, she walked home as fast as she could, not wanting to draw attention to her cheek.

As soon as she got home, she rushed to the bathroom, putting rubbing alcohol on the scratch to clean it out, and finally putting a bandage it on it.

She sat on her couch, trying to relax. Honey tried to jump up on her lap, failing each time, making Y/N giggle.

After a few moments, she got up turned on the radio and walked over to the phone, dialing the radio station's number.

"You've reached Alastor Altruist!" said a voice that made Y/N smile giddily. "To whom do I have the pleasure speaking to on this lovely night?"

"You're gonna be gettin' tired of my voice, here soon, Al," she giggled.

"Ah, I had a feeling it was you calling," he laughed. "What tune do you fancy, dear?"

"It's been a spell since you've played Singin' In The Rain," she said. "I reckon I wanna listen to that."

"I was hoping you would request that tune," he said. "You'll be hearing it in a jiffy."

"I'm lookin' forward to it,"

"Have a lovely rest of your night, Y/N," he said into the phone. "You keep yourself outta trouble now."

"Trouble usually finds me," she giggled.

With that she hung up, sighing happily.

It had been a real long time since Y/N felt in love. She wanted to cherish every single moment of it and never let it go.

Just as she was about to get ready for bed, the phone rang again.

"This is Y/N, to whom am I speakin' to?" she said, picking up the phone.

"I could never get tired of your voice, dear," Alastor's voice came from the phone, making Y/N jump for the second time that day.

"Alastor!" she cried out. "I told you to stop scarin' me!"

"I apologize, Y/N," he said, laughing. "I didn't mean to give you such a fright.

"Yes you did, don't lie to me,"

"Alright, perhaps I did,"

"How'd you get my number?" she asked curiously.

"A friend of mine prints out the phone books," he said. "I was calling to see if you might wanna grab a drink with me tomorrow evening?"

Y/N had a loss for words. Since the two of them had met, she had imagined going out for drinks with him.

"Uh- yeah, of course," she stuttered. "What time?"

"I could pick you up at 8 o'clock, if that's alright with you?"

"Oh no, that's perfect,"

"Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Could you give me your address?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Write this down. It's 2734 Burgundy Street."

"Oh, that's not too far from me," he said "I look forward to see you tomorrow, Y/N." he said softly.

"Yeah, me too."

"Sleep well, my dear.

"You too, Alastor

ughhh i absouletly love writing for characters in love, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy

i am so down bad for this man

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

Taglist 💋

@maksdust @trippoverrt @slytherin4ever @lucifers-silhouette @a-small-tyrant @leviwife1

[stargirlrchive]

── SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY MASTERLIST!

general masterlist ✩ cod masterlist

updated: 01/14/24

✩ coming home : one - two

✩ dating simon (visual) : one - two - three - four

✩ sweet girl

✩ social media au : one - two

✩ older!ghost : one

✩ fine line

✩ love-sick

✩ misbehavin’

✩ dad!simon

✩ going out

✩ relinquished control

✩ book boyfriend

✩ thighs

✩ dbf biker!simon

✩ need a taste

✩ just the tip

✩ throat training

✩ m'sorry

✩ on the phone w price : one - two - three

✩ drabble: epiphany

✩ roommate!simon : one - two - three - four

blurb: one

✩ drabble: clit slaps

✩ mine

✩ giving simon head

✩ drabble: before a mission

✩ drabble: ‘so, you think about me?'

✩ phone sex: one - two

✩ drabble: you can take him

✩ drabble: toxic ex-bf!simon

✩ drabble: the mask stays on

✩ neighbor!simon

✩ drabble: doin' so good for me

✩ dbf!simon : one - two

✩ loose canon

✩ tolerate it

✩ cock warming : one - two - three

✩ latina!reader

✩ physical affection : one - two

✩ soft

✩ puppy love

✩ missed you

✩ girl dad

✩ dreamy

✩ ghoap x reader thoughts ; one - two

✩ on his knees

✩ drabble: simon gets his nails done

✩ cold!reader

✩ i love you : one - two

✩ drabble: sleeping in

✩ new record

✩ loser!simon

✩ shotgunning

✩ messy kisser

✩ lipstick marks

✩ peaches and strawberries

✩ imessage

✩ pretty nails

✩ drabble: m'too big f'r you

✩ the mask stays on

✩ himbo!simon: one - two - three

✩ hickies

✩ simon and his nicu baby

✩ bsf biker!simon

✩ thigh riding

✩ new year kiss

✩ your camera roll if you were dating simon ; one - two

✩ bimbo!reader

✩ let me help

✩ munch!simon

✩ your b-day

✩ sleepy sex

✩ breaking you in

✩ forehead kisses

✩ shutting you up

✩ cowboy!simon

✩ riding him

[miss-tc-nova]

With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 4

I like this chapter. It's cute imo. But it's kind of text heavy and I regret it, lol. Anyone with a screen reader let me know if it's problematic.

Premise: It's Leona's birthday

Words: 2,462

Music Inspiration: Misbehavin' - Pentatonix

~~~Maybe a Little~~~

               “Are you certain it’s sound to have such liberal amounts of eglantine around so many guests? Those from outside Briar Valley may not have the wherewithal to avoid being pricked.”

               Her Majesty simply stares, blinks, then returns her attention to the gardener. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that my concerns go unheeded. Even the prince himself pays me no mind as if I hadn’t spoken at all. Defeated, my gaze averts. Quite frankly, my presence at this meeting is pointless. I’m not here for my input; I’m here for the presentation.

               “I leave this matter to you,” the queen says, to which the man bows and speaks his obedience. “Then this meeting is over.”

               He bows again, making a hasty retreat.

               Then Her Majesty addresses us. “You two are also dismissed.”

               With that, the future king stands. My head bows as he walks behind me before I rise myself. Watching his back retreat without so much as a glance towards me fosters seething disdain in my chest.

               Letting the hatred boil, I make my way out into the courtyard to share my secrets with only the roses and stars.

               Still somewhat inexperienced, fingers tap awkwardly at the screen.

               Dropping the device in my lap, a deep breath fills my lungs, letting loose the stress. An inhale of surprise comes back when the phone buzzes. I hadn’t expected a response so soon.

               There’s no denying the smile that pulls at my lips.

               That twists at my insides.

               What started in my stomach is creeping up into my ribcage.

               Those cold coils have begun to corner my heart.

               Being honest with myself, I am. Even so, I’m not so fond of his game.

               I can practically hear him laughing at me now, that baritone voice setting a fire under my skin.

               Irritation conflicts with my desire. He almost gets no response but even if I wanted to, he’s well out of my reach.

               I did receive a package just a few weeks ago, but received no explanation as to what the contents were for.

               I’m not going to be getting any more answers from the frustrating feline. Still, it would be a lie if I said I didn’t want to see him—especially on his birthday. Though I’ve no idea what this “theory” of his is.

               Whatever tasks I may have needed to attend are hastily finished or set aside for a less favorable time. The guards and attendants bid me goodnight as I “retire” early. In reality, to my own face I lie, telling myself that I’m not putting in the extra effort for any reason other than it’s Leona’s birthday. Yet the intrusive thoughts keep surfacing, imagining him mingling and laughing with someone else—eyeing them up. I reexamine my outfit choices.

               Sooner than later, however, the hour declared draws near. From the dresser I draw the crystal I now understand the use of though not the purpose. Nevertheless, I hold the artifact close, willing it to reveal the memory contained.

               Sunlight rains down on my skin, the sound of traffic filling my ears. Before me sits an ornate golden fountain, surrounded by animal sculptures honoring a young, future king. The greenery of the park is vibrant and not entirely ­something I would expect to find within city limits, but the Sunset Savana is famed for living alongside its wildlife.

               A tinge of disdain pricks at my boredom at hearing the voice of a child calling out to me. As he approaches, tugging on my arm, his mouth runs faster than any cheetah.

               Still, my gaze roams, looking to different areas of the park I’m dragged through, taking in as much as I can.

               Blinking away the magic, my mind returns to the present, back in my own room in Castle Blackscale. The immediate purpose of the memory doesn’t strike me and I wonder what Leona expects me to do with such a mundane thought. Despite his annoyance at his chatty nephew, he’d taken great care to take in the details of the park. I can still see it in my mind almost as if I were there.

               That clever kitty.

               Closing my eyes again, I hold fast to the borrowed remembrance. The peaceful, tranquil park backed by the bustling civilization sticks in my mind as I try to fully convince myself that I was there. Reaching out, my magic searches for the connection that will grant me passage to a place I’ve only been vicariously.

               To my greatest surprise, black sparks come to life at my fingertips. My jaw drops as I trace the door that opens wide to the park I’ve never visited before. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that lion’s crazy theory worked.

               The only difference from my second-hand memory and the one I now stand in is the light. The sun has long since set, leaving the area blissfully deserted. Yet I take it all in, purely excited at the events that brought me here and the events to come.

               From my pocket the phone is drawn as I tap away at the screen.

               Alarms ring in my head.

               It takes me a moment to track down the entrance gate. I carefully secure the hat guarding my identity as I take a few timid steps beyond the iron fence. There aren’t too many cars around, however, there’s a peculiar, gleaming black car far more expensive than any other. Leaning against it is a young man I’ve only seen pictures of—he was one of Leona’s schoolmates.

               When he catches me staring, I press my glasses higher.

               “You here for Leona?”

               Nervous, I nod.

               “Cool.” The hyena opens the back door for me. “The drive to the palace won’t take too long, but make yourself comfortable. You got all the controls back here.”

               My head dips in appreciation as I slide into the back seat. He seems not at all disturbed at my lack of response, but Leona must’ve told him as much. Thankfully, I quickly discover the privacy screen and separate the front seats from the back before pulling out my phone again.

               Occasionally, the driver makes a remark, more to himself than me. It’s mostly about the traffic or the radio, I think just to fill the silence. Aside from that, it’s a fairly peaceful ride, watching the sleepy city drift beneath the glittering sky.

               As promised, the driver takes me to the palace. Booming music can be heard well before we breach the castle grounds. Leona wasn’t kidding when he said his family had gone all out, but I wasn’t expecting this. Lights make up for the lack of sun, the music shaking the car even as we pass. The yard is filled with people, both guest and performer alike and I find myself thankful for the tinted glass between us.

               Onto a ramp the driver pulls, taking us to an underground garage. Parked among several other expensive vehicles, the man slips from the driver’s seat and comes around to open my door. A hand waves towards the stairs.

               “I’ll take you up to Leona’s room where you can relax until he gets there.”

               Again, I nod in appreciation and follow. As we pass through the first floor, I can hear the celebration but we go without being spotted. Up on a higher floor, he wanders down a couple halls until he pauses in front of a door and opens it for me.

               “Here you go. He said make yourself at home. There’s a bathroom in the door on the left and I’ll go let him know you’re waiting.”

               Ambling inside, I awe at the room, jumping a bit when the door closes behind me.

               Leona’s room feels familiar despite having never been here; I could’ve immediately guessed who it belongs to. It’s relatively neat, though there are obvious signs of his laziness such as clothes on the floor, open drawers, and a bit of rubbish around the bin. To the right is an open wall leading out onto a balcony overlooking the city. It’s a beautiful sight.

               A seat on the bed holds me for maybe ten minutes before the doorknob turns. My head immediately drops, not entirely certain who’s going to walk through that door.

               “I knew you were jealous.”

               With heat winding along my spine, I drop the hat and glasses. “I told you, I’m not jealous.”

               The lock turns behind him.

               To my surprise, Leona is dressed for the occasion. He’s got a black button-up shirt with a long, sleeveless overcoat in a royal shade of violet embroidered with gold. Black slacks end at his neatly polished purple shoes while his golden necklace adorns his neck. He looks quite dashing, the only hint of his inebriation being the crooked paper crown upon his head.

               Mischief lies behind that smile. “Still lyin’ to yourself, I see.”

               “You asked me to come,” I retort, strolling closer. “It would be rude to refuse you on your birthday.”

               “Sure sure.” Leona steps around me, circling like the big cat he is. “You tellin’ me you didn’t wanna come over, get me away from Sanaa and Zawadi, and have me all to yourself?” He pauses in front of me, standing so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “‘Cause I can always go back downstairs and enjoy the party. I’m sure Zawadi’s lookin’ for me with another drink. No doubt with another hint about coming upstairs.”

               How this man knows exactly what to say to get under my skin is beyond me.

               With a final ‘hmph’ of triumph, the lion turns back towards the door. I’ll be giving him the checkmate, but my heart gives me no choice as I snag his sleeve. Defeat meets that all-knowing smirk.

               “That’s what I thought.”

               Leona steps into me, hands at my hips and lips honing in on my neck. Instantly, I melt into him, plunging in over my head into my own desire. Warm hands roam, a thrilling tingle left in their wake with each move. Yet in all this adoration, I can only cling to his coat and bask in the euphoria of his lust.

               Until that twinge of guilt pulls taut in my heart. A gentle nuzzle gets the birthday boy to retreat only long enough for him to switch sides.

               “Wha’s wrong?”

               “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to enjoy the party?”

               He leans back. Smoldering eyes leer at me—only me. “Why would I wanna endure those loudmouths that talk behind my back when I have you right here?” Our foreheads meet as his voice lowers. “My helpless…hopeless…jealous prey. Honestly, I don’t know what you were worried about.”

               In my pouting, I look away. That’s when Leona begins his nuzzling.

               “A’int no one out there as gorgeous as you. You think I could even consider anyone else after tasting you?”

               Embarrassment surges into my ears. Surely that’s not something he’d say with a clear head.

               “This is the only thing I’ve wanted all day.” His head bumps against mine. “So make it worth my while, yeah?”

               Thankful he’s too preoccupied with my skin to see my self-consciousness, so I put on my best act.

               “Oh? And how do you propose I do that?”

               He’d be purring if he could. “You can start by letting me have another taste.”

               If I know Leona, that make out is going to quickly devolve to clingy cuddles and sleep shortly after. He never had any intention of attending his own party. I sigh; I really was worried over nothing.

               Poking at his paper crown, I tease, “As you wish, my king.”

               That’s when I see the purest, happiest smile I think anyone has ever given me. And in this moment, I would do anything for him.

               “Damn right.”

               My eyes roll, but there’s no denying the smile infecting my lips.

               “Happy birthday, Leo.”

~~~~~

Part 5

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[maribat-calendar-events]

Jasonette July 2024

Welcome to Maribat Calendar Events July event. July is dedicated to JASON TODD.

Do one prompt!  Do them all!  Do your own prompt!  Any participation is great! They just serve as ways to encourage that creativity.  No Pressure.

This year, the prompts have a sound track! We've created a Spotify playlist of songs we felt resonated Jasonette. Follow the QR code or the link at the bottom of the post to listen.

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TAG THIS BLOG  @MARIBAT-CALENDAR-EVENTS, @jasonette-july-event​, AND REBLOG SO OTHERS GET A CHANCE TO SEE TOO!

Guidelines

Any orientation or relationship style is welcome and encouraged (familial, platonic, romantic, aged-up NSFW)!

Any creative works (writing, fics, drabbles, head-canons, art, poetry, incorrect quotes, etc.) are accepted

Tag @maribat-calendar-events in your works so we can share it

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Keep NSFW works under the ‘Keep Reading’ line with an appropriate warning above

Questions? Send us a message/ask, or contact @mochegato or @izanae

Get creative and have fun! We all look forward to your participation and submissions!

Spotify Playlist:

WRITTEN PROMPTS UNDER THE 'KEEP READING’ LINE

Hey Jealousy

Misbehavin’

Protector

Unsteady

Surrender

Mercy

Holding Out for a Hero

Here is Love

Comeback Kid

One Right Thing

What If’s

I’ll be Good

Say You Won’t Let Go

Lay All Your Love On Me

Battle Scars

Hurricane

Tear in My Heart

Lose Control

Beautiful Things

Meant to Be

Home

Only the Good Die Young

You Wreck Me

When the Day Met the Night

Safe

Femme Fatale

I’m Yours

From the Grave

Sweet Hell

Fire and the Flood

Wildflowers

Alternatives

Leather for Hell

Glory of Love

Buttercup

Absolutely Smitten

Fire on Fire

Treat You Better

[konigsblog]

ahhh riding konigs boots while he’s tugging on our collars and giving us hard ass slaps :(

GRGRGRGR!!; you're like a dog in heat; panting excessively, whining when he tugs on your pretty, puppy collar and whimpering as he spanks your tight ass!!! you're covering his thick, black boots in your slick and cum, desperately grinding against them as he gazes down at you with disgust and a sickening desire. he loves seeing you humilated and embarrassed, finally acting like a dog and humping his boots needily, your whines and little gasps going straight to his cock, but you're supposed to use the dildo he'd given you, why aren't you listening? :((((

just as you feel another orgasm building up, he yanks you backwards by your doggy collar and pulls your slick pussy off his boots, his large, rough hand colliding with your ass as he degrades you for being such a greedy pup :(( “naughty pup.. what do you think you're doing? that's not what i asked you to do, hm? in, in the fucking cage.”

you're a babbling mess, eyes fucked-out as he throws you into you dog cage, scolding you for acting out of order :(((( but, now you don't have anything to pleasure yourself with!!! griinding against anything in the cage, wiggling your hips skywards and yowling when he snarls at you for misbehavin', you can't help it, you need a lengthy and thick cock inside your slick, swollen pussy!!! his huge dick stretching you out :(