#I can pull out the speed paint as proof ;-;

[losuliart]

Some self-indulgent Bill Cipher!

While I cannot do line art for the life of me, I can do… whatever this was. And yes, his design is CONSTANTLY changing for me ;-;

[kumkissed]

Your writing>>> I love the way you write slightly subby aot men, can I pretty please get some for Ony and Connie?

Tysm baby! Ask n u shall receive, I'm writing this before I sleep so it won't be the best sorry! 🫂

Adventures w Ony n Connie!

c/w: creampie, slight sub ony, slight sub connie, slight dom reader, ain't proof read, made w my love n affection,, consumption of aphrodisiac, PRAISE HEAVY

Ony!

Ony's been beating your shit in from behind the past 20 minutes, your face being flush to the sheets muffles the moans you're letting out. "Ma, lemme hear you please" you roll your eyes biting your lip to further silence your moans making him frown and whine. He reaches down pulling you to his chest, hoping it gives him more access to hear how's pleasuring you.

In return he only receives light grunts and slight moans here and there “Fuck…you feel so good.” He moans in your ear, your pussy tightening at the sound making you no longer able to keep your moans to yourself. “You’re making me f-feel so good pa keep going.” Ony bites his lip at your praise, eyes almost rolling back at the sound of your voice “Only I can do this ma, O-only me.”

He hugs you even closer, going deeper than before and it has you seeing straight stars. He’s leaving you a babbling mess, and he can’t help but grunt and moan at the sounds you’re making. “You’re soooo good for me Ony” you practically scream out (neighbors will b at ur door in the AM), it’s then Ony stills letting out a feral growl as he cums deep inside you. He continues to thrust until he’s too overstimulated, opting to stay deep inside.

"Ima be good just for you Ma I swear."

Connie!

You can recall how many times you and Connie have came now, after eating that aphrodisiac chocolate your homegirl gave you, you just wanna eat Connie (and his cum)all up. And that's exactly what you do. Riding him like never before, both you and him are overstimulated but you can't get enough. "That's e-ennghough mamita m'k?" He practically begs you, tattooed hands attempting to move you off of him get slapped away. You tilt your head with a frown sticking your bottom lip out "But Con... you said you would fill me until m' satisfied!"

He's nothing but flustered at your reaction. Even when he tries to stop himself he finds himself thrusting up into you, knocking the air out of you and filling you up with his warm speed once more. "I'll give you whatever, j-just take it all." Brown eyes interlock with silver ones before you lean down, sucking a mark onto his neck causing his eyes to roll back; indirectly causing a particularly harsh thrust.

You moan in sync with your lover, feeling your walls get painted once more has you in a frenzy "fuucckk con you're the best" you moan into his neck as you cum on his dick. In a daze, you've stopped riding him but he hasn't stopped thrusting. Slowly, you push yourself off of him; seeing those silver eyes look like they're begging for your appreciation, your admiration. But he's so deep it's leaving you breathless, your only option being to rub your body against his own. Your boyfriend is a sucker for physical attention, the action has him thrusting even faster, cumming in you again. By the look on his face y'all gone be here a minute.

"Am I satisfying you mamita?"

[byhees]

being called a petname for the first time.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff established relationship non-idol au warnings not proof-read skinship petnames — more

a/n. requested and scheduled!

heeseung would have unknowingly overlooked it, his hand still reaching out to grab your phone for you; and it just hits him, right then and there. would freeze for a split second, his head whipping towards your direction— “w-wait, what did you call me?” he’d ask, unsure if he was starting to hear things; and when you do respond in confirmation, the nickname ‘baby’ rolling off your tongue, he’s sure he’s blushing— insists that you call him that from now on…

jay would gawk at you with widened eyes— his mind does an instant replay— your voice, and the way you called him ‘love’? they all have him melting on the spot; “oh..! uhm, yeah! of course”, he’d respond, hand reaching to pull his jacket off his shoulders— would drape the outerwear over your build, eyes still twinkling in remembrance of the way you blinked up to meet his gaze, the nickname slipping past your lips as though second nature…

jake would respond so theatrically— his jaw’s agape, his pretty eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets, and his head is whipped to face you; “pause.. did i hear a ‘babe’, or am i dreaming?” and you can imagine the sheer joviality painted all over his face when the little petname falls from your lips once more; “from today onwards, that’ll be my name, m’kay?” he’d ask, an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his side…

sunghoon would be so flustered; it’s almost instant that his face flushes a shade of light pink, his head instinctively turning to the side to break the eye contact; “o-oh, i love you too, babe…!” he’d say, the tip of his ears reddening; would actually really like the cute little petname use— unknowingly slips a small ‘babe’ into his sentence a mere few minutes later…

sunoo would be gobsmacked, shocked, surprised— all the relevant descriptors; “huh..? are you talking to me..?” he’d point a finger at his chest, head cocking to the side; “of course, baby!” he’d hear you say, and in a brief moment, he’d break into the prettiest of smiles; won’t hesitate to reiterate just how much he loves this little petname, his eyes twinkling with a bright sheen…

jungwon would be taken aback, but in the most endearing of ways; his head would snap towards your direction in the speed of light, his lips slightly parted in surprise— did you just refer to him as ‘sweetheart’? because that’s single-handedly the cutest thing ever; his responses are practically jumbled-up stutters— “o-oh? oh..! yeah, of course! mhm..!” he’d reply, scrambling to clasp the two ends of your necklace for you; definitely recalls the sweet nickname moments later, his hands raising to cup his warm cheeks…

riki would be so, so shy; he’d grown accustomed to the sound of his name on your lips, so the appearance of a little ‘babe’ definitely catches him off guard— and it just sounds so natural, like it’d been meant to be; would bury his face in the crook of your neck, suddenly losing all confidence to meet your gaze; “o-oh okay.. uhm”, is all he’d get out, the corners of his lips subconsciously curving up in the wake of a smile; would hint at you to call him said nickname a little more often, liking the way it rolls off your tongue…

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[livelovezegras]

locker room shenanigans | j. hughes

p: "we're really going to fuck right here? what if somebody sees us?"

You shivered. The excitement of the game mixed with the chill of the ice. It was finally over though.

Your eyes found Jack as he came off the ice. He looked irritated like someone could tell how he had done just by his body language. It made your body heat up.

"Hey, bab-" Your words were cut off when he roughly grabbed your wrist. "What happened out there? You did great." Your encouragement only seemed to fuel Jack's rage.

He huffed in response. Jack's lips were on yours ferociously. You could hardly keep up, almost automatically letting him win his fight for dominance. Your hands snaked up and down his body, feeling the gear beneath his jersey. The kiss didn't end until you had to pull away for air.

"I need you. Now," Jack growled.

"We're in public, you know?"

He smirked. You didn't even need his response for you to follow him into the locker room. The blush on your face definitely was prevalent to everyone who saw you following Jack.

The moment you were in the room, he shoved you against the nearest wall.

"Please Jack," you whimpered. "We're really going to fuck right here? What if somebody sees us?"

"Don't worry your pretty head about it, dove. If any of the guys hear it they'll love it."

His fingers grasped your sweater, pulling it over your head. Jack's lips made contact with your neck, causing an embarrassing moan to escape your lips. "You're mine."

"Say it again. Please." Desperation filled your voice.

"You are mine, dove. All mine." He nipped at your shoulder. His hands traveled down your body, one hand reaching the waistband of your panties while the other unclasped your bra. "Goddamn. You're fucking soaked. Now I'm going to fuck you against this wall. Until you can't remember your own name. Until everyone can hear you in this fucking arena."

You tugged your pants down to your ankles, kicking them off. Grasping at his jersey, you helped him undress. Clothes were flung everywhere, everything sloppy.

"Please, I need you now. From seeing you- fuck.. Come off the ice.. How pissed off you were.. How rough." Your hands made their way up to the base of his neck and into his hair. "I need you to fucking ruin me, Jack."

"Glad we're on the same page, dove. I need you to know that I am going to be the only man on your mind. In your mind. In your mouth. In this drenched pussy." Jack chuckled as his he spun you around, pressing your body into the concrete. "You're going to let me fuck my anger out onto this tight hole and I won't hear any complaints. If I hear even one, then we will have an audience."

You squealed as his cock rubbed against your cunt. One quick stroke and he was balls deep inside. A small scream left you.

Jack was hitting spots you never knew existed. Maybe it was his anger or his proof of ownership. His tip pounded into your cervix as his pace increased.

Your hands gripped the wall, palms full of little bumps. Everything was already so much; your moans sounded like a prayer.

"Please, I want you to cum inside me."

"You like my cock that much, hm? It sounds like I'm a goddamn brothel, baby." His pace quickened. Jack's hand went into your hair, pulling sharply.

You screamed, the sensation making you rub your clit. You matched his thrusts, speeding up slightly. Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, forcing your eyes to shut. Your cunt tightened, causing Jack's orgasm to come right behind yours.

"Fuck- fuck. Jack, 'm coming. Oh my god."

"Thats a good girl. Cum for me. I'm about to paint this pretty body with my cum." As he said that, he came deep inside you.

"Do you think they heard us?"

Your eyes couldn't leave Jack's. "Yes, we did. Sounded pretty, Y/N."

tag list: @drysdalesv @shy4jamie

[cathers-world]

Wilbur overstimulating his s/o over and over again before fucking them and breeding them while being possessively degrading and praising them.

"Such a little pretty whore warped tightly around my dick. MY pretty whore"

"Gonna fill you up so good. Paint your insides and have you as my dumb little cum slut"

Your favorite part

You and Wilbur had been about with his friends for the day and you are just an overall nice person,but will didn’t like how you were talking with his friends laughing at there stupid jokes, slapping there arm in a playful way. He new you didn’t mean it but still it got to him

When you went home you noticed will was off

“You ok babe?”

Will looks at you angrily “no” he pushes you up against the wall “your such a slut huh?!” “Ya Like the attention?!”

With a confused look you tilt your head

“Don’t give me that look” will snares dragging you to the bedroom

“You wanna be a slut you can be a slut for me” pushing you on the bed

He rips your white pantyhose and panties

“Will!”

“Your fine I’ll buy you more”

Will reaches in the nightstand and pulls out a light pink vibrator turning it on and shoving it onto your clit with no warning

“Holy- shit” you barley moan out

That makes wills confidence go 📈 so he puts the vibrador on full speed

“Will- I need to cum!” You yell

“Go ahead doll” he says smugly

After your orgasm he doesn’t stop he keeps going torturing your cunt

After your 5th orgasm he finally stops

“Thank god” you whispered relived

“Oh we’re not done love, you haven’t even came on my cock” he pouts

Will takes off his belt and pants. Stroking his cock he lines it up with your sore hole putting you in a mating position and slides in

He gives you no time to adjust and starts pounding into you “WILL!” You shout with tears going down your face

“Aw doll is my cock to much?” He mocks

You nod hearing the skin slapping

“But your pussy seems to love it doll face” he says lovingly with a sinister under tone “do you want my cum doll do you want me to fill you up just how you like it?”

With wide eyes you nod violently only relaxing as you feel his warm cum paint your walls, your favorite part

Will only pulls out when he knows he’s finished fully wanting to give you all he has

When will looks down he sees your cute little face all fucked out

“My little cum slut” he whispered in your ear

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Heheheehe this wasn’t proof read but I loved this ask:)

[mothfables]

♡ Bunny Flops ♡ - Part Three

Here we are at the end! I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it <3

The third time it happens, they’ve found themselves in the Veteran’s home era. Several hours of walking mixed with dodging knights (making Sky and Warriors scowl) later and everyone is all too eager to crash at Legend’s house with its’ numerous soft blankets and pillows that the Vet insists he has no use for but keeps around anyway. Warriors teases him for being a hoarder but they all know how soft the seasoned hero is inside.

(Warriors also has the suspicion it also helps with Legend’s chronic pain and bad joints, but Legend would literally rather be hit over the head with a moblin club than admit such a thing. That’s fine. He’ll just ask Ravio.)

Finally, the house is in sight and Legend speeds up as much as his aching joints will allow. He can’t wait to see his orchard and his garden, to coo to Sheerow and talk with Ravio, to lay in his own bed and drink his own tea, to get up when he wants and not some ungodly hour of the morning, and and and-

And the door is opening and Ravio is there, dark curls catching the afternoon sun as he turns to see who’s coming up the road. Legend’s speedwalk turns into a half-hop, half-jog as he hurries towards his partner. Ravio gives a shout of delighted surprise and copies him.

(Legend is sure it must look very odd, to anyone who isn’t them, but they’ve always done this - since they first began to like each other as people, since they became actual friends, since they agreed to be partners, not just best friends.)

Ravi likes to joke that it’s just another bit of proof they’re each other’s mirror. ‘Rabbits in a burrow,’ he’d tease as Legend pouted.

Then Ravio is reaching for him, checking him over and tutting as he notices the newest accumulation of injuries and overall exhaustion. Legend simply leans into him, relishing in the sensation of his partner’s care. After a moment he jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the group still coming up the road behind him.

“Got room for eight more, Rav?” He smirks tiredly. Ravio titters, gently taking his arm and waving to the Chain as they make their way towards the couple.

“We’ll just be inside! You know where things are; make yourselves at home,” he calls. Then, more quietly, “Come on, bunny. Let’s get you off your feet, yeah?” Legend gives a token grumble for the show of it but follows Ravio’s lead as his partner tugs him through the door and into the house.

Once inside, Ravio leads him over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace, waiting until Legend lowers himself into it before busying himself with lighting the fire and setting their beat-up old kettle on the stove. He pulls down Legend’s favourite mug: a slightly misshapen thing painted with apple blossoms. It had been a gift, given to him years ago, and something he treasures to this day. As the water boils, Ravio comes back over to check on his partner. Legend greets him with a tired smile before glancing at the fire, then at Ravio, hoping he’ll get the hint. He does; giving a dramatic sigh, the merchant gathers an armful of pillows and blankets and arranges them into a small - but cozy - nest before the fire.

The kettle whistles and Ravio scurries back to the kitchen, leaving Legend to drag himself out of the chair with a drawn-out groan. His limbs shake from the effort but before he can collapse Sky swoops over and catches him. The other hero helps him stumble over to the nest and down into it, then not-unkindly swats his hands away from where they fumble at the laces of his boots.

Once his boots are off Legend moves to get comfortable, rearranging the blankets to his liking as he scoots closer to the fire. At the same time, the rest of the Chain scatter around the living room as they finish settling in. Sky and Warriors sit near the nest, sharing a smile when their tired younger brother accepts their presence with nothing more than a glance and a roll of his eyes.

It doesn’t take long before Ravio reappears from the kitchen with a now-steaming mug in his hands. He hands it to Legend - making sure the other boy can hold it without trouble - before circling the nest a few times. He fluffs pillows and readjusts blankets before giving a happy hum and toes off his shoes to join Legend in the center of it.

Legend immediately leans into him, giving a contented hum of his own at the extra warmth. Ravio presses a kiss to his hair and the Vet’s eyes slip shut. “Ah ah, drink your tea first, love,” Ravio chides. Legend gives a tired whine, the sound pulling on Sky’s heartstrings. “I know, but it’ll help your joints. Come on, bunny, no falling asleep just yet.” Legend huffs grumpily at the order but complies.

Sky can see the stress and exhaustion leaving his little brother’s body as he sips at his tea. As he drinks, his eyes droop and he leans more and more heavily into Ravio. For his part, the merchant bears the added weight with ease, as if this is something that’s happened many times before. Sky gets the feeling it has.

His ear flicks at the sound of Wind’s pictobox. He turns to shoot a Look at the Sailor, who has the grace to look sheepish at his actions. (Sky will be getting a copy of that picture later, but now is not the time. He doesn’t want Legend getting embarrassed and forcing his aching joints to move because of it.) Luckily, the Vet doesn’t seem to notice. He’s done with his tea by now, barely holding onto his mug as he inches closer to sleep with every second.

Ravio reaches to grab it but Wars beats him to it. Gently taking the cup from limp hands, he gives the merchant a warm smile. “I’ll take care of it, you just let him sleep, yeah?” After a moment Ravio nods before turning back to the sleepy hero on his shoulder, leaving Warriors to stand and make his way to the kitchen unimpeded. He glances at the mug in his hands as he walks; it’s a simple thing that’s easy to hold and decorated in lovely pink blossoms. Apple blossoms, if he remembers correctly. It’s something that’s obviously been used and loved for a long time. The thought brings a smile to his face.

Returning to the living room, Wars is just in time to see Legend sliding off of Ravio’s shoulder to land face first in the mass of blankets, where he squirms for a moment to get comfortable before relaxing again. Ravio gives a fond sigh, slipping off the hero’s hat and placing it to the side to press a kiss to strawberry-blonde locks.

Legend purrs quietly at the action, and Ravio’s cheeks glow softly in the firelight as he beams. Turning to Sky, he whispers, amazed and proud, “Link almost never lets himself get so relaxed. He must really trust you.”

And if that doesn’t hit Sky like a shock arrow to the heart. From the sudden intakes of breath and muffled sniffling behind him, he’s not alone.

Warriors retakes his seat beside Sky with a thump. “We will do our utmost best to continue to deserve that trust,” he swears solemnly, and Sky catches the glisten in his eye. Ravio glances at him, startled, before catching his gaze, suddenly serious. The Captain holds it calmly. For a moment neither moves before the merchant nods and looks away.

Sky lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

The matter settled, Ravio stretches his arms over his head with a sudden jaw-cracking yawn. He adjusts the blankets around them one final time before curling over- no, on top of his partner. Legend’s purring gets marginally louder at that; after a moment a second, deeper one joins in. A few minutes later both boys are fully relaxed, comfortable and warm and appearing near-boneless as they fall asleep curled up together.

The house is warm, and safe, and Sky lets himself drift off in the knowledge that his brothers are right where they need to be.

Click! goes the sound of Wind’s pictobox.

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[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

So when an Elemental Master enters NRG Mode, their body is essentially made of their element (like Nya merging with the sea in Seabound). How exactly does that work/look like with more "incorporeal" elements like Speed, Mind, Form, Sound, Time, Gravity and Surprise?? Would, for example, Chamille be a purple ooze that's constantly changing shape, or Jacob be made of soundwaves? Would Neuro be straight up made entirely out of neuron cells??? (Please tell me Krux and Acronix would turn into clocks lmao)

Master Lloyd tells us a lot of stories about those who have tried to attain the highest honor an Elemental Master can achieve—becoming one with their Element. He speaks of all the sacrifices that comes with surrendering oneself to the other side of themselves, and the inner strength required to pull oneself out of it. I can see how such a feat would be admirable, and why he'd want to aspire us to at least one day try.

He speaks proudly of his friends—of how Zane came to learn he could incite an ice age at a moment's notice, of how Kai found he could render the world ablaze should he so wish, how Jay could simply laugh and crack up a lightning storm that would power all the cities forever, how Cole's heartbeat could be tuned to the unbreakable churn of the earth itself, and of how Nya once gave everything she had to become the entire ocean itself, saving us all in a time before I wasn't even around to remember...

And yet, not all of his stories are painted as success stories.

Master Lloyd never says who they are—were?—but he mentions the other Elemental Masters from time to time, and of how the Merge enticed them to try to master their NRG Modes too. Knowing that Elemental Powers were seemingly the only way to seal the rifts, I suppose I could understand why.

He never goes into specifics—never tells us where these supposed others are now—but with a fond, distant look in his eyes, he tells us to pay very close attention to the things in life that often go unseen; for not every Element is so obvious as a strike of lightning, a crack in the earth, the frigidness of ice, the burn of fire, and the once endlessness of the ocean...

He tells us to feel the pull of gravity keeping us anchored to the ground, acting as an invisible safety net. He tells us to be mindful of the shadows cast across the expanse of the ground, each of them reaching out to give us shelter and shade in spades, and a break from the otherwise warm and welcoming guiding light. He tells us to track each and every tick tock of the clocks providing the proof of time, to remind us that yes, we are marching forward in our lives...

He tells us to remember the rush that flows through us whenever we run as fast as we can, speeding through the fields as the whipping winds makes our hair dance in the wake. He tells us to watch for shifting things that try to trick our eyes and ears, for the form we all take on can change at a moment's notice, and we've never know. He tells us to keep an ear aimed upwards as well, to catch all the simple sounds that would be ephemerally missed were we more focused on just the sights.

He gestures to where his incense burns before the portrait of his uncle. He wafts a hand through the resulting smoke, telling us to observe as it floats and flits out of shape with the barest breeze in the near-epitome of freedom. He warns us not to lean too close; to not breathe it in, for while it isn't poison, it still has the potency to disorient us, even if just for a moment.

He then takes my hand and brushes it along his garden of amber-colored flowers, each bloom of nature popping open to greet me as my fingers glide along the leaves and petals. The plants stay protected though confined in a metal box—while cold and unwelcoming to the touch, it is sturdy, supportive, and unyielding. It is a small observation, but one I keep in mind—and he tells us that even thoughts have a shape and a presence, though that presence remains unknown to anyone else.

Master Lloyd then turns to me, an ache in his eyes, as if searching for something long gone and lost, before sighing. His hands tremble as they continue to support mine, and he speaks of perhaps the most invisible element of all—one that's often forgotten, or taken for granted...but is eternally the hardest to anticipate.

His voice quivers as he tells us to watch for the way one's eyes light up upon being presented with a gift, of the embarrassed chuckles that tumbles from one's lips upon being greeted unexpectedly; of the thrill of seeing a loved one enter a room, the delight of finding something rare in a grocery store, the charm of getting to look up at a starry night sky for the first time... He also tells us to be understanding when one cries at the deliverance of bad news, or the confrontation of a sudden, horrid realization...when things hit their worst and no one ever seems to be prepared for it.

He becomes determined now, telling us to pay attention to all the things we take for granted, for their existence in and of themselves is a miracle to behold, whether as ordinarily extraordinary as the sun rising once again or as unfathomable as the fact that we exist at all, for a surprise is still a surprise, even when it is no longer perceived as such.

My own eyes sparkle at the thought of that.

He lets me go and returns to addressing us all as one, telling us that it's in all the little things that life truly thrives. And though we cannot always see those other elements, as long as we can sense them, and know when they are there...we can maintain our connections with such things, no matter how far apart we actually are.

I know he must speak from experience. He tells us that it is a lesson imparted unto him from his uncle. And a bit of pride is sprinkled at the end of his words.

I then ask Lloyd if he's ever been in NRG Mode himself, because I wonder what it must be like, to sense everything all at once, to the point that it must feel like nothing at all... To be nothing more than the energy that runs through all things; to feel and know every connection with every other element, with every other life that roams the world...

To be limitless, to be unparalleled, to be infinite, to be life itself...

But Lloyd stares at me strangely, as if he's already given me that answer. It makes me feel like I've missed some kind of important point, and I scowl, asking again. He grows quiet, for once, and I'm lead to believe that he's not going to tell me.

Until he actually says,

"...If you've ever truly lived..."

Lloyd tilts his head back, staring aimlessly up at the skies above the monastery with shimmering green-gold eyes.

"...then you already know."

[vampiremeerkat]

Do you think that 2D animation is inherently superior to 3D animation, or vice-versa?

You can't fairly compare the two, since one is not an update of the other, but a different art form. But Imma do it anyway. The way 3D is/has been presented makes it seem like people using and enjoying the method see it as an "update", but that's like saying photos are updated paintings. We all prefer a camera to capture our likeness and surroundings with, but our preference for cameras is really only because of the speed, price, and accessibility of the device. Not because people don't think having a Rembrandt-styled painting of their pet wouldn't be the coolest fucking thing ever. But, the painters of old do share the same fate as 2D (cell) animators; they've been replaced by a completely different method of creation that happens to be useful in what used to be their expertise. 2D and 3D both require talent to pull off successfully, and yet, one technique unquestionably takes more time and effort than the other. For everyone who claims computer animation is more difficult, the proof is in the fact that the most lazy, obscure film studios out there have produced quite some decent-looking 3D animations. How is that possible if 3D is such a challenging endeavour. Computers do a great chunk of the work. 2D is only as good as its artists and you can't trust a computer to convincingly mimic it. People immediately pick up on it: "Oh.. that was made with Adobe Flash, not an actual person holding a pencil and drawing every frame." That Rescue Rangers live-action movie is a good example as well. Everyone can see that the "2D animated" Chip is a 3D model with some lazy filter slapped on it. A gorgeous, perfectly lit photo is undoubtedly gorgeous and perfectly lit, and the photographer that shot it deserving of praise, but in the end, they have the expensive, ever-evolving devices and software to thank for. Disney's Snow White is ancient and was made with the tools of that time period, yet is still an aesthetically perfect movie. Now, take a gander at the 3D movies and effects from just 20 years ago. 3D never ages well, and that's not so much the fault of the talents that created them, but the tools then available. I can understand the argument that superiority means "the best result", and to us humans, that's probably photorealism. That's what we're familiar with, after all; photorealism is real life. Others might say superiority means that little time and effort was needed to reach an acceptable result. If we weren't talking about art, then I'd agree with this assessment. But we are talking about art. Art has -and should have- the freedom not to be what we're familiar with. 2D has such a strong grasp on our suspension of disbelief -it can get away with almost anything, which you should want in fiction. Why should I care about a 3D movie that mimics real life? It feels stupid to me to recreate water when we've got water right outside of our doors to film with a regular camera.

[gremistired]

Back with your irregularly scheduled art post!

Been drawing all over the place, but the damn skeletons are gripping me by my throat and ankles at the same time and dragging me into the underground so y’all get skeleton oc art once again

Some art of two different stories! :D

We have magpie (UnderSigil sans), cosmos (Cosmos!error) and Vaporwave (Vaporwave!Fresh) in a silly lil meme

And a whole sketch page of plasma! :D I gen don’t know why one doodle looks like it’s not my art style I guarantee y’all it is indeed my art I can pull up the speed paint for proof-

For those who read the whole post, I will be saying this: plasma is going to be featured in a story I plan to write out on ao3!!! :D his story’s name is loose ties, and I am really excited to write it out! Been working on it for.. almost a year now.. huh! Well, I hope to show loose ties with the world cus this story has been possessing my mind-

Also!! I have a pmv in the works for a different group of characters in loose ties! It’s using a cover of army dreamers, a song that’s been quite popular recently :D I’m super excited to share these projects with y’all :DDD

Also if you’ve made it to the end I appreciate you sm for staying for my rambles shdhsdhshdh take care! :D

[lumilasi]

my fave weirdo, Yoruga. I thought of making a brand new post, but then figured might as well put the update in this same post and reblog it instead.

Bio below:

Name: Yoruga Avara

Nicknames: Yoru-chan/Yoru (Hayden, Alois) Mothy (Youko) Koi (Roman, it means moth in Italian as he's from Italy) Nephew (Iris)

Age: He died at 17, but is now 25, so he has existed in his new form for 8 years

Height: 164 cm

Family: He stayed with the keepers of his birth tree for a while (The Avara family), then moved to the Capital once he was emotionally and mentally stable enough to go and start his new life properly. He still uses his foster family surname as his official one, although he could've chosen himself a new one. he is considered a honorary family member by them anyway.

Friends: Hayden (his absolute bestie & roommate at uni), Alois (his boss) Roman (his coworker) Caelan (the BF of Hayden's brother) Youko (A kid he sometimes babysits)

Love interest: None (he’s Aro-ace)

Occupation: medical student (specializing in nutrition, which in this world covers more than just typical food things, given there are plenty of beings who do not eat "normal" food)/cafeteria seasonal worker

Personality: 

Yoruga comes off like a goofy weirdo who everyone accepts just Does Things, and nobody questions it. Be it painting smileyfaces on random things and calling them “friends” or vibrating so rapidly he breaks whatever he’s sitting on. He's often compared to a cat with his mannerism and good stealth.

Beneath this childlike exterior however, exists a serious, cautious and always prepared fighting spirit, who also enjoys taunting his opponents and make them think they have the upper hand on him, before getting the rug pulled from under them so to speak. This comes from his rough childhood back as a human, resulting in somewhat survivalist tendencies.

He’s very protective over his best friend Hayden and basically anyone he's close with, to the point when he switches to his more serious self, he can even come off scary.

Abilities:

His wings are fire- and stab-attack proof, and he can poof into hundreds of tiny black moths and reform himself back. Yoruga can also use these butterflies to blanket large areas into complete darkness

He has a supersonic scream that can shatter glass and rupture eardrums. Can even cause a heart-attack on weaker people

He’s very good at blending into shadows, and he can use his little butterflies to spy on people. Generally he's super stealthy, to the point he has to warn his coworker Roman beforehand about his presence, or the former mobster might accidentally attack him when startled.

Yoruga, like other moth spirits, has a pocket dimension to store things in. His is particularly big even among his kin, allowing him to store objects bigger than himself, and even engulf an area into his pocket dimension. He uses this both for transporting things (sometimes even people)

Yoruga's speed at utilizing his pocket is also unusually fast; normally when a moth spirit summons something from there, it forms out of glowing butterflies matching the spirit's colors. In Yoruga's case, it looks like he just pulls things out from inside his robes. (without them, it looks like he just pulls them from his body somehow)

WEAKNESSES:

Due to the way he died, Yoruga has always had some struggles around eating and food, and his first years in this new life, he suffered from bulimia due to his fear of suddenly starving again. Even now he can stress over having enough to eat and is sometimes at risk of relapsing to his old habits. He roomies with his best friend Cecil/Hayden for this reason, as he is a medical student so he can help/knows where to get help if things get worse.

He still struggles at times with living a life where he doesn't need to "survive" which does lead to occasional awkwardness in social situations, such as him being needlessly aggressive about his food/his loved one's meals, or perceiving things as a threat when they aren't.

FUN FACTS:

His foster family surname he still uses for official documents and such - Avara - is Finnish and means "open/spacious"

Iris is another honorary family member who was fostered by the family, and she considers Yoruga a honorary nephew, which is why she refers to him as such usually.

Yoruga likes chin scratches and might randomly ask some from people, typically his best friend Hayden, Roman, or Youko's adoptive parents Shura and Shika. (Roman was weirded out at first, but is now used to his weird cat-like behavior)

His friendliness act is a survival tactic, where he feels the need to act as nice and harmless as possible to protect himself. It is a habit he still hasn't learned away from.

Generally, Yoruga's behavior changes between this taught, silly, almost catlike persona, to his more human/mature self. To the point even his voice and way of speaking changes depending on which side of himself he leans on.

He's kind of yandere-ish, seeming friendly but being very stabby stab if he has to.

Yoruga makes really excellent freak-shakes (over-the-top milkshakes) though he's banned from making one for Youko before dinner, as the kid will get a massive sugar rush

Some people can see through his goofy facade, but react to it somewhat differently; his boss Alois, his boss' LI Jurou and Alois' niece find it amusing, whereas people like Alois' brother Lawrence find it interesting, and have marked him as a person of interest, much to Alois' dismay

Yoruga sometimes jokes that the main reason his name references moths is because they ate his corpse. His sense of humor can be really dark at times in general.

He and Hayden often get up to Shenanigans in their free time, especially during Halloween; they might go to the human world to spook people, as both are good at it.

His style is basically "Weird funky details mixed with cutesy childlike vibes or spoooooooky"

He has worked in Alois' cafe for the last 2 summers as well as some seasonal work/covered shifts for Roman if able. He likes the place a lot.

[ducknotinarow]

03 Raph Don - Fatal Blow Meme

Don felt it before he saw what happened; it was like a burn that engulfed him in seconds. His head snapped to the side, eyes widening when he saw Raph. His blood ran cold.

Donatello wasn't thinking himself as he ran, and near collapsed at Raphael's side,

"Raph! Raph are you okay!"

He knew they weren't, what a stupid thing to say.

Sliding his Bo Staff back onto his shell, Donatello carefully started getting Raph to leave onto him. He didn't care that the foot were still around, that one of them would notice those two, and go after them over Leo and Mikey. Donatello didn't care about it at all.

All he wanted to do was get Raphael back home,

"Come on Raph, the lair isn't far; I'll take care of you okay...?" Don told him, "Yanno, I was thinking of doing some upgrades to your bike soon, I'll need you anyone to tell me if you like it or not..."

Maybe he could bargain, keep them awake,

"Heh, maybe see if I can finally make it Raph proof..."

Anything to just try and keep them awake, so he can take care of them.

| My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Never failed did it? They would just always seem to have to deal with the foot. Ever since they took out the Shredder, Karai had been dead set on taking them out in return. Raphael always knew they couldn't trust her. Despite claims of leaving them alone they were nothing but lies. Makes sense considering her so called father was the same way like when he tried to trick Leo before. If Leo would have just ended it when he had the chance they wouldn't be in this situation again. Raphael thought as he gripped the back of the driver seat of the turtle tank. His gaze shifting to the left to look at the scared shell of his older brother. Sometimes he wished Leo hadn't gotten better least when he was on that kick he took thing more serious and wasn't such a damn push over. Karai nearly killed them all once before, it took everything Raph could think to keep them all safe. Making them split apart by luck they all manged to slip away.

Raph wasn't sure they would get as lucky again. All he knew was he needed to keep them safe, least with Leo around he didn't have to worry about leading. That did take a weight off his shoulders. It meant he could act a bit more reckless. Meaning he could get the job done.

His family all in the tank together this time, Leo always preached they were stronger together. But right now? Raph felt them grouping up like this would only paint the target bigger. Karai had all her forces aimed on to them. It wasn't settling well on his nerves right now. But he would stay put for now, even as claws dug into the fabric of the driver seat. He's sure Don can tell the storm coming over his mind as they focused on getting to the base of the foot clan. Raphael felt the car pick up speed. Looking in the rear view mirror to catch the gaze of his twin. All either of them ever needed was a single look. Raphael lowered his gaze but made the corner of his beak lift a bit. To tell Donnie he would be fine, he was just anxious. They had so many people to be worried about. April and Casey were with them as well. Everyone that meant anything to them was in this car and they were driving toward the home base of their worst enemy. And every second it took to get there only made it worse.

Finally the Car pulled to a stop and Leo took a few of them out right away the plan was to to drop them off and have Don park somewhere safe for April and Splinter to lay low at for the time being. As they were trying to get out though, something hard hit the car. All Raphael recalled was falling forward and a bright flash. There was some scrambling after that, he heard different voices all panicking ad trying to move. It’s not till his eyes seem to make out the purple mask around Donnie’s eyes. There was a buzzing pain to the back of his head but he could just tell what Donnie was saying to him, before the words even left his beak. Raphael moved to sit up trying to gather his bearings and see what was going on. Leo and Mikey were still making way to the building, Leo ordering Don and Raph to follow most likely. His arm slung over Don’s shoulders as he lifted up to his feet. Raph eyed April and Casey was near her. They didn’t have to worry she would be fine with Casey he wouldn’t let anyone harm her let alone get a inch close to her. Don drew his Bo staff as foot solders made their way to the pair, trying to keep them apart from Leo and Mikey. Spread them out weaken them somehow. Tough luck on that Raph and Don were a great match up, he grabbed for his sai and took a stance shell to shell with Don. Before spotting the turned over vehicle maybe he could draw some attention away.

“I got a plan” Was all he said to his twin as he grabbed on to Don’s bow letting himself be lifted back, he pressed his weight back towards Donnie as they bent down waiting for first set of foot ninja to make their way over to him. Near about lunching out thanks to Don, when they pushed back he let go of the Bo staff and planted his feet firmly on to their shoulders. turning them in to a spring board as he kept off, taking them down in the process left a smile on his face as he landed on top of the busted van. “Man we spent week gettin' the parts for this thing” Raph complained over for a moment before he jumped in.

Raphael made his way towards the back smiling when he found his shellcycle he stood it up and hopped on. Giving the engine a few revs making sure no damage was taken. Before he floored it and shoot out the back doors like he would so many times before. Skidding to a stop once again he worked to scan and look around what all was going on, he did gain some attention by doing what he had but not enough. Leo and Mikey had made it closer to the building busy trying to get in to the tower. He swore Leo better not back out again this time around. It seemed like April and Casey had managed to break away as well. That mainly left Donnie, who was at the worst of it all. Surrounded but doing his best to make use of his bo staff. Long as they didn't try that dumb ass trick again. Raphael revved the engine of his bike as he could just see Donnie slowly seemingly getting engulfed in the crowd around his twin. It was bad enough they dragged Casey and April into their mess..again. He wasn't losing anyone today, especially not Donatello.

He loved all his brothers, his heart was one of four after all but even Raphael could admit he was the closet to his twin brother. So close they shared a connection unmatched with the other two. Sure he and Leo always had their own bond and he even shared one with Mikey. But the one with Donatello? was deeper, able to communicate with so little, Donnie could space out a bit in a fight because he knew Raphael would be there to have his back. "Stay away from him!" Raphael near bellowed as he twisted the handles tighter leg lifted from the ground. Moving like he was going to pop the bike on to the back wheel. When in truth he was just building up the speed on his bike. When he normally would lift and force all the weight of his bike onto the back wheel he drove forward instead. Using the built up speed to send himself flying towards the crowd around Donatello. "Move it brainiac!"

Was the only real warning Raphael gave before he slammed hard on the gas and sent himself flying into towards the crowd. Bulldozing through them like a knife in warmed butter. It took all he could to least give his twin some breathing room. Raphael could feel like something in the bike just locked up from that but he still skidded again so to turn around faster, repeating what he had before. Before he went fly forward once again. The speed wasn't as fast, the front wheel had locked up. he might have been wrong about it being in perfect condition. Eyes narrowed seeing Donnie still in a pinch, they always had a blind spot it seemed when it came to the back. Eyeing one of the foot creeps he knocked down getting up sword in hand as they were ready to rush at Don. Raphael, gripped the handles tighter despite the locking issue and forced the bike to build up the momentum. The timing just a bit off but he did get between Don and the foot ninja in time. Throwing one had out to push Don forward somewhat, feeling something burn against the unprotected part of his exposed side. Gritting his teeth he manged to reach for one of his sai and tossed it at the foot solider on his other side. Grabbing back on to the handle bars only made that burning feel on his side worse. But he couldn't worry about it. The bike started to sway, fish tailing even as he forced both hands to hold to the handles it wasn't enough. The front wheel finally jammed.

Raphael did his best to try and keep the bike stable but control was fully lost as the bolts on the back wheel seemed to blow right off the wheel loosened and the whole bike seemed to be pull back with the force. Next thing Raphael knew he was rolling off the bike, and that sharp burn to his side became a far more pricing stab to his side. As something was forced further into his side. He hadn't noticed it was lodged into him till that moment. He could hear something snap, metal breaking as he continued to roll and roll till his body slammed into pole finally stopping him. Raphael was seeing stars as he tried to keep conscious best he could all things considered. Groaning in nothing but pain he tried to feel at his side able to just feel the jagged end of the blade. He took hold of it best he could and tried to pull it out. But there just wasn't enough to hold on to.

"Raph! Raph are you okay!"

He slightly breath out around the pain and looked to Donnie, more relieved they seemed untouched still. Good. They both knew the question as stupid he just didn't offer the usual snark in response. Meaning it really was bad. He tried to breath in but it wasn't easy, so he torn his helmet off hoping the get some air, why did it feel so thin? Something isn't right he knows it's not right. He watched Donatello put his Bo staff back to place on their own shell before he moved in close to Raph's side. He muster enough movement to throw his arm over their shoulder. Needing to push all his weight toward them just to get up to his feet. All that hollering must have dried out his mouth as he smacked his beak trying to build up spit to satisfy the need for water.

"Come on Raph, the lair isn't far; I'll take care of you okay...?"

Raphael leaned on Don more as they tried walking together, his eyes manged to catch the sight of his bike. It looked like a real wreck even the body was damaged. That would take a lot to fix up. "..m'sorry" Raph managed to speak despite the pain. "Busted up the bike again." Was all he could think to say, Donnie might be often mistaken as weak but Raphael knew they could easily support his weight no issue as he let one foot drag across the pavement of the street.

"Yanno, I was thinking of doing some upgrades to your bike soon, I'll need you anyone to tell me if you like it or not..."

Was that Donnie's way of tell him not to worry about the bike? seemed weird he just couldn't tell. Even with the helmet on he must have hit the ground hard. He was feel sick with each step they took, trying to retreat to the lair and leave the rest to the others to handle. Soon as they got back to the lair he would have Splinter look after him so Don could return to the fight.

"Heh, maybe see if I can finally make it Raph proof..."

Raphael couldn't stay up any longer, despite how much he was trying, "heh..think I'll still find a way to-" his body started to go limp as he slid out from Donatello's hold. Falling on to the street once again. Something isn't right he knows it isn't right. He can hardly keep his eyes open right now even with trying to keep the conversation with Donnie going. Once again he's meant with that look Donnie gave him. So much said through a single stare from the eyes above him. Even if he could see the red and green flakes sprinkled in them. Raphael knew what Donnie was worrying over. Raphael knows hes not making it back to the lair. Raphael wanted so much to tell Donnie to just go, help the others. Instead he reached for Donnie and held on to his brothers forearm. Knowing they were fretting trying to think of answers a solution to fix this. "Always thought..I go out 'his way" One of them had to admit to reality in this moment.

"...stay wit' me" Was a request not even Raphael thought he ever make. Maybe it just because Don was with him he doesn't know. He doesn't have the luxury of time to care either. Each shaky breath he lets out could be the last one. It's odd he feels like Donnie the one slipping away here not so much himself, like whatever it was that always kept them in sync was fading. Don had to feel it as well. Why he couldn't let go of them physically. As he used what ever strength he had in him to simply curl his fingers in tighter around Don's arm. A silent plead to his twin. To not leave him, he's sure they are trying to tell him to fight to stick through, let him find a way to get him back to the lair even. But all he can feel despite how hard he grips on to his twin. Id them slipping through his fingers.

"stay..please stay." is all he can voice, before his eyes finally closed.

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All The Lessons I Never Learned

24. Halloween

Synopsis: The brothers meet with Mobius and Sylvie for a night of trick-or-treating, but when rain ruins it, they end up spending the night in with scary stories, movies, and candy.

Word count: 3309

Stand Alone?: 2/2

Warnings: bad creepypasta gore, wetting/diapers

Notes: When I wrote this initially (like 2 months ago) I was convinced Crimson Peak was a vampire movie. I have learned the hard way that it isn't but I chose to keep the vampire costume anyway.

Also, I finally took a proper course to teach me how to plot things and I'll be gradually integrating some of that into this fic. But it also means I have had to rewrite my existing chapters. Uploads are going to be less frequent than once a week.

Read it on AO3!

When Loki arrived to pick his brother up, Thor’s makeup was smudged, and his hair had gotten horribly in the way, no longer neatly pulled back in a ponytail like it had been that morning. He grabbed Thor’s backpack, and asked him to say goodbye to Sylvie, before they left. 

“Why so quick?” Thor asked as he was pulled out of his daycare. 

“We need to catch the early train so we have time to fix our costumes.” 

“Kay!” Thor nodded, running to catch up with Loki’s unnaturally fast speed walking. 

It was unusually dark for only a little after five, and although Loki didn’t think much of it, Thor did notice and tugged on his brother’s shoulder, asking him to look up before they walked downstairs to the train station. 

“Clouds are normal this time of year, brother,” Loki told him.

After putting on his costume and fixing his makeup-- which included an amount of gore that came off as very much overcompensating for the fact that he had littles with him-- Loki strode out to the living room to check on Thor, who was watching a musical program and awkwardly dancing around. 

“Hey, let’s get ready to go.” 

Thor’s eyes widened a little bit as he paused and looked at his brother, leading Loki to question if the fake blood and viscera splattering his mouth, chin, neck, and down his chest was perhaps too much, until Thor gave him the biggest, brightest grin he was capable of. “You look SO cool, bubba!” he squealed. 

Loki smiled, flattered, and then remembered what he needed to do to get his brother ready. “Thank you, brother. Now, let’s pause the tv so we can get you changed.”

Thor raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Imma big kid!” 

“Have you been trick-or-treating before?” 

The little shook his head. 

“There won’t be a potty all night after we leave.”

“I can hold it.”

“Lets see your proof,” Loki sighed, removing the foam outer layer of the little’s costume before nonchalantly pulling the pajama-like zipper of the skeleton costume down. “If you couldn’t hold it on the train, you’re not going to hold up through this.” 

“Is not very wet!” 

“That’s true. But any dribble now means you’ll want some extra protection when we go.”

“Loki!” Thor whined with frustration, dragging out his name. 

“I’m sorry, but you’ll thank me later!” 

Loki grabbed his brother’s hand and had him lie down in the nursery. 

Thor grunted and grumbled about being put back in diapers, maturely taking the change and trying not to think about it. 

“It’s just for the night. You won’t even notice it. We wouldn’t want you to get spooked and have an accident!” Loki sprung forward right as he said it to tickle his brother.

The little squealed and giggled, and also unfortunately proved Loki’s point right on the open nappy beneath him.

“... We’ll have to try that again, now won’t we?” Loki asked rhetorically as Thor covered his face. 

After a more successful second attempt at a diaper change, plus face paint touch ups and a quick brush through of Thor’s hair before putting it back up into the cleanest, tightest ponytail he could, Loki’s phone buzzed with the “we’re outside” text.

Realizing there was a drizzle outside, he had Thor put on his dragon-printed rain boots, grabbed two umbrellas, one much more juvenile than the other, and considered pinning up the train on the back of his jacket, eventually just deciding to carry it with the little’s car seat as he made sure Thor had his trick-or-treating bucket in his hand. 

“Okay, let’s go, let’s go,” Loki repeated as he ushered the little skeleton taco out the door and down to Mobius’ car. 

Sylvie and Mobius both stared at Loki when he got into the passenger. 

“You copied!” the little girl yelled incredulously. 

Mobius sucked his lips in and tried to keep himself from laughing. 

Sylvie, unfortunately, did not find it as charming as everyone else did, almost throwing a fit. 

“Vampires are pretty common, sugar plum. I told you there would be other vampires when you asked to be one.” 

She crossed her arms about it. She had even known Loki would be a vampire, it was just that she hadn’t really seen him in costume until now. 

“What do you guys want for dinner?” Mobius asked once they had started driving. 

“Pizza?” Thor suggested. 

“Pizza’s too slow, we'll miss the parade!” Sylvie protested. 

“We’ve got time. Do you guys wanna do Sforno or Patsy’s?” 

“I want McDonalds,” Sylvie pouted. 

“Loki, you’re gonna have to help me out and be my deciding vote here,” Mobius said. 

“Why can’t you vote?”

Mobius shrugged. 

“Um…” Loki considered the trouble of ordering a pizza that would make everyone happy. “I think we should do McDonalds…” he said quietly. 

“Alright. Burgers it is.”

“We’ll have pizza another night,” Loki reassured his little brother. “But we’re not going to make a fuss over this right now, okay?” 

Thor nodded and set down the angry words he was going to throw at Loki. He did not set down the seat kicks though and made sure Loki knew he was at least a little peeved that his caregiver hadn’t taken his side. 

The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, and the clouds were as dark as midnight. 

Mobius pretended this wouldn’t affect their plans as he led them into the fluorescent and dry haven that was the fast food restaurant. 

After they had ordered, Sylvie stood up on her knees in the booth. “This one doesn’t have a playground,” she whined. 

“Most restaurants don’t,” Mobius told her while beckoning her to just sit back down and eat. 

The littles talked about the big parade and American candies as well as big scary decorations and how excited they were to see a really good haunted house, while eating. 

Loki tried to make talk with Mobius but the other adult was unnaturally quiet, which created an uncomfortable and slightly suspicious environment. Mobius wasn’t a silent man. He was hardly a quiet one, but now he seemed almost stoic in his presentation. 

During the drive, Sylvie kept talking about the halloween puppets and costumes in the parade, but as the rain continued and no signs of any particularly festive traffic appeared, it became apparent to Loki that there was not going to be a parade tonight. 

Mobius remained silent, but began to frown and took slightly deeper breaths when Sylvie started to question where the parade was. 

He rolled down the window to talk to a man on the side of the road who had been directing people. 

“We had to cancel, the rain’s too heavy,” the man confirmed. He almost needed to yell over sounds of city-typical traffic and rain splashes.

“That’s too bad,” he told the man before rolling the window back up and looking back at the littles. “You guys hear that? No parade tonight.” 

“No!” Sylvie whined, kicking Mobius’ seat in a way that made Thor practically look like a mature adult, even though the other little was quietly brooding about it, himself. 

“Hey! Stop it with the tantrum, already, we’re still gonna do something.” 

“Trick or treat?” Thor asked, with only the tiniest dash of hope in his voice. 

“Well… no,” Mobius admitted. 

He began to drive back to his own home with both little ones making a fuss in the back of the car and judging by the frown, obviously didn’t feel too great about it-- this hadn’t exactly been his first choice either. 

He pulled into the small parking spot underneath his building, and tried to get the little girl out of the car, despite her yelling and protests. Thor was, luckily, a little bit easier to work with than that. 

Loki, slightly surprised by the realization, found himself to be rather disappointed too to be back at the apartment instead of enjoying the childish festivities of Halloween. 

Mobius turned on the TV once they got in the door and opened up a large bag of mixed candies, not unlike the ones that Loki and Thor had bought. He dumped the treats into a bowl just as a crack of thunder rattled the building. 

Sylvie hopped up and down before running to the living room window to watch but Thor had a rather different approach, diving under a blanket on the couch instead.   

Loki stopped searching through TV channels for an appropriate Halloween movie to stare at Thor.

"Brother, are you alright?" He asked.

Thor shook his head, remaining underneath the covers of a chunky crocheted blanket which had been draped over the arms. 

Mobius had also been alerted to Thor's upset. "Don't worry bud, I'm gonna make us some popcorn. That'll make you feel better."

Another crack of thunder pierced through the sky. 

Once again, the little girl tapped her feet excitedly, but Thor instead jumped into Loki’s arms.

"You? A scaredy cat?!" Sylvie asked incredulously, letting a smile show through. 

Loki held him the best he could, folding the foam taco part of the costume down so he could look over the tot's shoulder. He couldn't help being a little bit surprised when Thor turned around and tried to bury his face in Loki's shirt and nuzzle him.

"it's just thunder!" Sylvie almost yelled. 

"Different people are scared of different things, pumpkin," Mobius explained to the little girl, yelling over the noise of the popcorn maker. 

"Papa, what are you scared of?" She asked. 

"A lot of things,” he called back.

Loki sighed and set down the remote after realizing neither of the littles were particularly interested in a movie.

"Loki, what're you scared of?" Sylvie asked curiously. 

Loki paused to think about it, then had an idea. "Do you really want to know?" He countered. 

That only enticed her further. "Yeah!"

"It's probably too scary for you. Maybe I should just tell your papa instead."

"He's a scaredy pants like Thor! I'm not scared of anything!" 

"Mobius?" He called the other caregiver over, beckoning him with a wave of his hand as the adult entered the living area with a large bowl of popcorn. 

Mobius leaned down to let Loki whisper gibberish into his ear. 

"Absolutely not. That'll give her nightmares for weeks," he said gravely before setting the candy and popcorn on the coffee table in between everyone. 

Thor looked up with starry glassy eyes at his brother but didn't utter a word at first.

"Yes?" Loki asked. 

"I wanna hear, too," he said softly, twisting his hands into Loki’s shirt. 

“You can hear it when you go sit with Sylvie on the couch like a big kid.”

Despite this encouragement, Thor still whimpered and attempted to cuddle whoever was closest to him. Which ended up having to be Mobius, as he actually knew how to take care of a frightened little, as much as Sylvie didn’t want to admit he did.. 

“Once upon a time--” Loki began.

“No! You can’t start it like that!” Sylvie whined.

“Fine. Fine. Let me restart-- it was a dark and s--”

“No! Just start it!”

“Are you the one telling the story?” Mobius whispered to her. 

Sylvie shook her head. 

“A few years back a friend of mine bought her first house--” Loki finally began. 

“Who was your friend?” Sylvie asked.

“An old college roommate.”

“Was she a murderer?” 

“Sylvie, let him tell the story,” Mobius chided with a smile. 

“She had saved up for so long, and I pitched in some money to help her buy a small cottage like home in New Jersey--”

“Ooh, did you like like her?”

Loki frowned at her briefly. “Anyway, I helped her move in and for the first week or two life was great. But a few months in, she had a business trip, and I came in to feed her cats each day. One day, I got off work early, so I took an earlier train, but it seemed like someone was already there. All her clothes and kitchen utensils, cat toys, --all of it was ripped out and spread across the floor. I figured that perhaps she had been robbed, so I called her and asked if I should call the police. But… they didn’t do anything when they came by because nothing seemed to be missing. Everything she asked them to check was still there. Jewelry, televisions, an old computer, silverware. So, they told me to leave, and I did.”

“That’s dumb!” Sylvie said. 

Mobius hugged her close and told her once again that she could tell her own story after. 

“... and when I came back the next day, she was there and the mess had been cleaned… Or, at least, I thought she was there, but when I called her, she let me know that she was still in Europe.”

That gave Sylvie cause to give him a wide eyed stare, even though she didn’t seem to realize how interested she looked. 

“That understandably made me feel a little bit weird, so I tried to steady my nerves with a cup of tea and a rest, hoping maybe I could calm her pets down and kept talking to her on the phone, asking if maybe I should take the cats with me or--”

“Skip to the good stuff!” 

“Okay, okay. Well, the next evening, we were chatting about the conference while I drove her home, as she had taken an early flight home from, slightly on edge about the whole ordeal, but when we came back later in the day as it began to get dark and flicked on the lights, there was a moment of roughly five pairs of eyes on us. Human eyes.-- or something like it. There were people living in her home, taking her things, hiding in her attic and in the walls of the old house.”

“So what’d you do?” 

“That’s the thing… We just stood there for a minute before I started dialing the police and she ran in and saved the cats, fighting these people closing in on her in the process, and they never did anything about that. She had to come back and live with me until she found a new house. So…” Loki pondered, “I guess my biggest fear is having to live with other people!” he laughed, thinking the misdirect to be incredibly funny before straightening up as he realized neither of the littles had laughed, but instead looked slightly horrified. 

“That wasn’t scary!” Sylvie complained, her expression hardening. 

“I don’t think you could tell a better one,” Loki responded. 

“Yeah I can! Um, there was a furby an’ it was black an’ my friend’s mum boughtted it for her but it was really really evil-- With big white eyes-- but she was mad that it wasn’t the blue one so she was mad and it said bad words first an then it didded the thing where it had no eyes.”

“--Sorry to interrupt, what does that mean? ‘Did the thing where it had no eyes’?” Loki asked. 

“Like its eyes were gone… an it was just black so she put her hand in an it had meat on the other side with a empty eye socket! The meat stuff grew around her hands when she holded it? An’ it sucked her in and eatted her through its empty eye!”

“Ew!” Thor grinned while wrapping himself in the blanket further.

“An’ then, so they didn’t find her bones, it burned the house down and killed her family! Her brother lived though and he wore gloves and threw the Furby in the ocean where it got all crusty and gross, but didn’t kill anybody anymore… But then it ate the whole world and EVERYONE died! The end!”

There was a pause in the room. 

“...That was a very creative story,” Loki hesitated. 

“Sylvie, where did you hear that?” Mobius asked. 

She paused suddenly and fidgetted. “Um… I don’t know… I just kind of heard about it…” 

“Well maybe we should tighten some of the controls on that tablet of yours.”

“Pardon me for intruding, but um, isn’t it possible she picked something like that up at school? --Or made it up?”

“No it’s a real story,” she insisted. 

“You’re not helping me here,” Loki bit back.  

“Um, I looked it up because Yelena said her birthday one was haunted, too.” 

Mobius frowned. “And how big were you?” 

“Nine!” 

He considered for a moment, and wasn’t totally sure how to treat the situation. When he looked to Loki, all that was offered was a shrug. 

“Gosh you and your curiosity. Some things like that really aren’t good for you, y’know?”

Sylvie did not know but acted like she did all the same. 

“Why don’t we switch gears to something a little more age appropriate for a while? Maybe a movie? I think they made a new Hocus Pocus movie. That could be fun.”

Sylvie didn’t say much of anything on that subject. 

But Thor made it known that a movie sounded good.  

A couple hours passed lazily, with both caregivers and their littles feeling an equal amount lethargic and dissatisfied with their Halloween evenings as they realized it was much too late to do anything about it now. 

When he noticed that Thor had been sufficiently wrapped in one of the apartment’s couch blankets and held close enough to Loki that he felt he no longer minded the Thunder cracks or lightning flashes, watching the old fashioned TV screen with a glazed stare, Loki made the decision that perhaps it was time to go and get the little one off to bed. 

“Yeah, I think Sylvie’s headed that way, too,” Mobius commented, looking down at the little who was sitting on the floor, staring at the television sleepily with her head in her hands. “Do you need a ride home?”

“That would be nice,” Loki smiled before trying to convince Thor to get up off his lap. 

Upon getting home, Loki took off Thor’s makeup, as well as his own, and got the little one dressed in pajamas. He was quiet the whole time, hardly letting his voice come above a whisper as he used every tactic in the book for successfully putting a child down for bed. 

“And they all lived happily ever after. The end,” Loki said as he closed a picture book. 

“Um, Loki?” 

“Hm?” 

“Were the stories true?” 

“This one?” Loki turned the cover over in his hand. He scrutinized it. “I don’t believe so… I can’t imagine they’d actually let a chimpanzee into a costume party--” 

“No, the ones you and Sylvie said.” 

“They were made up. I promise. I’ve been living here a long time, and I can assure you that the only other people in this building are our neighbors. They’re all very strong. Miss H, a floor below? The little old lady? She’s a black belt. She’ll fight off any meanies.” 

The little smiled at the thought while Loki tucked him in. 

“And I haven’t heard of any world-ending apocalypse on the news lately. Not one caused by a Furby anyway…” 

“Um… I don’t have one… right?” 

“You’re safe, I promise. Neither of us own a Furby,” Loki tried not to laugh at this very serious concern. “Now go to sleep. I know you’re brave. No one’s coming to get you.”

Although he wiggled down quite a bit, and brought the blankets up to his nose. 

"That's the spirit," Loki yawned.

A few hours later, a booming crack of thunder nearly shook the apartment, waking Loki up from his peaceful sleep. He rolled over away from the window and wrapped his arms around a rather warm and cushy pillow. “Thor?” he asked. 

The pillow made a quiet hum back. 

“Child, are you alright?” 

“Mhm. Jus’ making sure you’re safe.” 

[secretivemessenger]

Hey just wanted to request for the event for bottom reader

Suwa from mars red with kinks like overstimulation, breeding (if your comfortable), and if you want blood kink as well (he is a vampire)

thats all ty if you can if you can’t its ok

-ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Moment Of Hunger

Top suwa x human male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Multiple orgasms! Breeding kink! Masturbation! Rough sex! OOC suwa?! degradation!(only a bit tho)

100+ Event

Suwa has always managed to control his hunger , wearing his mask to help him resist the temptation of delicious blood , He may be able to resist his need for blood but it’s quite hard to resist his sexual needs

Luckily he has his lover to support him , but who would’ve thought his boyfriend would proof to be more slutty then he looks

“This is what you wanted , right” suwa said in an annoyed tone through his mask , while all you could do is moan loudly as another orgasm is drown out of you , your body can’t help but shakes because of the overstimulation as Suwa continue to jerk you off

Your body laid limp on the floor , your tummy painted with your own cum from all the orgasms you had , it is your fault to begin with to wear such revealing clothes infront of him

His blue eyes glaring daggers at you making you shiver up as your body heat rises , Suwa continued pumping your hard cock at a fast pace “look at you so needy for the slightest touch” he said looking down at you as you bucked your hips up thrusting your cock between his fist

The fact that he’s completely dressed while your naked without any piece of clothe covering your body gets you more hot and bothered than you already were , your let out whine after whine as suwa’s hand moves at an inhuman speed

The tip of your cock is now dark pink from the overstimulation it had to go through , he fist the tip squeezing at it before going back to pumping your cock “NgAh.. suwa coming” you warned him feeling another orgasm approaching

You closed your eyes anticipating a strong orgasm but suwa’s fingers that pressed your tip stopped you “suwa.. ngh noo” you let out whimper in response as you were denied of your orgasm

You wanted to protest but the two fingers that invaded your mouth stopped you , suwa’s two fingers reached so deep inside your mouth you started gaging “shut up and suck at it” he said with sharp tone that made your body shiver up in excitement

You started sucking at his fingers swirling your tongue around them making sure they’re covered in saliva , you let out muffled moans as he went back to moving his hands in a rough way

After making sure his fingers are all wet he turned your body around and had you seated in all fours , he reached out his wet fingers to your hole circling it in a somewhat teasing way “pleaseeee..” you begged him to ram your hole with his fingers

“you must be really desperate huh” as he said that you tried to push against his fingers dying to have them inside you but instead you received a hard pull on your hair , pulling your head back as you can feel his mask touch your face showing how close he is to you

“Stop acting like a slut it’s embarrassing” he said before shoving his whole two fingers inside you making you moan loudly arching your back , you excepted him to thrust his fingers without mercy but he didn’t move them at all “you… have you been playing with yourself”

Your face flushed red as you looked down to the ground because of embarrassment , taking your silent as an answer he pulled his fingers out and started unbuckling his pants , you can hear the sound of clothes being opened , then you felt a hard object against your cheeks which you recognised as his cock

“I was planning to prepare you and go easy on you , but looks like there’s no need” he said before positioning his tip against your hole and pushing it inside all the way

As much as suwa wanted to just ram your hole at the fastest pace he can go to , fuck you nonstop for hours , he was desperate too but he still cares for you , he knows how much it will hurt so he waited for you to adjust

But once he deemed you good to go he started his monstrous thrusts having no mercy to your poor hole , your body moved back and forth with his hard thrusts , you can feel your hands ready to give up on you at any second now “ahgn… hyah.hnn…” moans is all that came out of you

“Im gonna fill you up so good you won’t be able to think of anyone but me” he said possessively as he warped his hands around your sticky tummy , pressing his stomach against your back as he moved his hips drilling your hole

“Please suwwa… i wanna see youu” you moaned out in desperation wiggling your body in hopes of him agreeing , he just let out a sigh before pulling out and turning you around on your back making you face his still clothed body aside from his hard cock

He inserted his cock again going back to stretching your inside , maybe turning you around was a good idea as he can now see the lewd faces that you make as he ram into you , he was too lost into the pleasure of your tight hole squeezing onto his cock that he didn’t notice your hand reaching out to his mask completely taking it off

And when he noticed all he could do is panic stopping all his movements “haay.. what are you thinking give it back” he screamed at you trying to take his mask from you but you threw it very far away , he tried to move after it but you warped your hips around his waist locking him up

He could easily break free and he knows it but he didn’t want to hurt you “please i just wanna see your face” you said showing him the most adorable puppy eyes you could make out

It’s not that he doesn’t want to show his face , he didn’t want to just lose it when his mind is clouded up and jump at you biting you by mistake , he knows what would it do to you since your a human , but the ways your looking at him is just unbearable

he gritted his teeth before grabbing your legs thats still warped around his waist and spreading them harshly , he pulled away until the tip is the only thing remaining inside before thrusting all the way inside again making you scream

He went back with his harsh thrusts completely ravaging your insides the mask now forgotten like it wasn’t there to begin with , he put your legs ontop of his shoulders and took a hold of your waist His hands holding them harshly your sure it will leave some marks

Low grunts can be heard from him now that he’s not waring a mask but he’s barely able to hear himself because of your loud moans and mewls “I’m close be ready to take it all” he warned you as his movements sped up “me tooo”

Your inner walls squeezing at his cock like it’s sucking it off determined to milk him of every droplets of cum he has , your cried out when you felt his hands back at your cock moving it in rhythm with his thrusts

And without any warning your came for the fifth time this day with a loud scream that you were sure if it wasn’t at night everyone would be able to hear you

Suwa continued thrusting his hips against yours with no sigh of stopping even if you just came , your body shake’s hard as you can feel the overstimulation of his movements on your body

“I’m cumming” he said ready to cum at any second “inside please inside” you begged him to cum inside you to fill your hole with his cum until your stuffed full pf his seed , obliging to your request with few thrusts he came inside with a loud groan pumping you full with only one orgasm

You whine and whimper as his load still flows out of his cock stopping after a while , your breathed heavily trying to come down from your high and after a while when you finally relaxed suwa’s hips move again “wait i… hngahh” His cock thrust even faster than before

“You didn’t think we’re done yet did you” Suwa whispered near your ear “i can still go for a bit more , think you can handle it” when you wanted to protest he completely ignored you saying “I know you can take it , and if you can’t I’ll just have to make you

[timotheechlamett]

FOREVER AND ALWAYS

WARNINGS: stepbrother!Regulus Black, dom!Regulus black, fem!Reader, sub!Reader, stepcest, they smoke a lil weed, use of pet names (Dove, I think kitten?), praise kink, slightly mean dom!Regulus Black.

DID NOT PROOF READ.

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The thunder rumbles through the house so fiercely I wake up from my sleep.

I was never a fan of storms, though the lightning was beautiful, they felt gave me a dark and sinister feeling.

I sit up in my bed swinging my legs over the edge and slipping my negligee on with shaking fingers. The next clap of thunder makes my windows visibly shake, my heart rate picks up as I tear open the door.

My mother and step-father had left for the weekend leaving me with one viable option for safety, my step-brother.

My terribly handsome, smart, and sweet step-brother. How fucking embarrassing.

A smaller rumble makes me jump slightly, speeding my legs up to his door, the smell of faint smoke filling my nose.

I debate bothering him out of sheer humility, before- ‘BOOM!’. I jump once more.

I knock lightly and wait, his record player could be heard through the wood, I wait a moment longer. The vibration of the weather felt on my bare feet, lightning sparking blue light throughout the hallway.

I knock once more much harder than the last time, panic settling in. I could hear shuffling from the other side of the door, the feel of fresh tears prick my eyes as I wait for him to open the door.

I wrap my arms around myself before he opens the door, he coughs once, twice, before speaking with a scowl.

“Y-Y/N,” Cough, “What are you doing up?” Cough. His brows furrowed.

I look up to meet his gaze, fresh tears pooled in my under eyes, “I’m scared.” I whisper.

His face softens before he looks back at the open balcony doors, “You’re scared? Well of wh-“

Another wave of thunder crashes making my body lurch forward gripping his bare waist.

“Thunder, s’scary, I really don’t like it.” I lock my hands around either of my wrists behind his back, my face buried in his side. A hand smoothing the back of my hair the other on the small of my back, he ushers me into his room.

“You don’t like storms?” He questions, still holding me, “Mm-mm” I shake my head in his side. There’s a beat of silence.

“I can help you.” He slowly releases me, moving towards his open balcony, picking up what looks like a cigarette.

I twiddle my thumbs watching anxiously as he lights it, taking a puff, before handing it to me. Staring at the smoking cherry, I look up to him again.

“It’ll help, promise. It’s okay.” He takes a step closer, gently gripping the back of my neck holding me steady as he raises the hand rolled cigarette to my mouth, “Just suck and inhale, then blow out.” He instructs.

I lean forward, placing my mouth over the end and following his guidance, pulling back when i couldn’t suck any more.

I Inhale and keep my stare at his bare chest. The effects kick in quickly, relaxation floods my muscles, my brain not as worried about the thunderstorm, it felt..Marvelous.

“You okay?” He puts the dart out on the door frame.

I nod my head grinning slightly, “Feel good Reggie, thank you.” I move towards the balcony, meeting his smiling stare, watching the raindrops fall in sync with one another. The beauty of the storm becoming very apparent.

“Y’know, thunderstorms aren’t so scary.” He comes to stand next to me, “They can be sad, but they’re mostly beautiful.” He looks up to the sky flashing lightning.

“Wh- How are they beautiful?” It’s my turn to stare.

His profile is like the paintings they hang in muggle museums. Lightning casts a beautiful glow over his body, I make out the slight goose-bumps on his skin.

“The sky is crying, that’s not always a bad or sad thing,” I continue staring at his toned abdomen, “Like you tonight, you looked sad but— Your tears made you that much more beautiful.”

I look up to catch his eyes fixed on me already. I quickly look back down at the wet balcony, a blush prominent on my features.

Beautiful. He thinks I’m beautiful? Am I high right now?

“Look at me.” He brings his hand to lift my chin, eyes boring deep into mine, “Don’t be shy with me.” He leans closer, resting his forehead on mine. My breath hitches at the proximity.

Is this really happening? I’m definitely high.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Regulus whispers, I lift my head giving our lips a mere centimeter apart.

“Reg-“

“Can I kiss you?” He pleads.

I lean forward more sealing our lips to one another. It was a soft and sweet, his lips taste like cherry and smoke, soft like velvet.

I pull away giving a shocked look up to him, “W-We can’t.” I stammer closing my eyes and stepping back hitting the door frame. He wastes no time cornering me, “What’s so wrong about this?” His hand actresses my cheek, I unconsciously lean into his touch.

“Just let me take care of you.”

“Please-“ I whisper.

Our faces barely centimeters apart, I meet his eyes. He holds my gaze before I give a slight nod, a sinister smirk that reaches his eyes stretches across his face.

He pulls me towards him, a hand in my hair, a hand on my hip, he licks over my bottom lip asking for entrance. I open my mouth willingly, letting out a moan at the contact of our tongues. He pulls me off the door frame and leads me to his bed.

He gently lays me down still gripping the back of my neck, hovering above my body, never breaking the kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He breathes pulling from my lips.

The look in his eyes was more than lust, there was hunger, fire, it was then I realized I was in for something of an out of body experience.

“Undress.” He growls before standing to watch me.

I remove everything but my panties, suddenly getting shy under his stare. The heat rising tot my cheeks tinting them a deep crimson.

He tsks simultaneously removing his trousers, “Now’s not the time to get shy Dove,” He hovers over me again bringing a thumb under the waist of my panties, “Thought you were gonna let me take care of ya?” He feigns hurt.

“I-I am I just—“

He rips them off with a single pull, gripping my neck and coming close, “Then why don’t you listen to me? You wanna be a good girl right?”

A whine leaves my lips, I’ve never experienced something this hot before. I could feel my cunt pulsing for him already.

“Y-Yes, sir.” I whimper.

“Oh? Sir? Such a naughty girl,” He leans back slightly staring me over, he leans back down, “Whoever taught you—“ He sucks a bruise on my neck as his free hand trails down to my aching core, rubbing light circles on my clit, my eyes roll back.

“Couldn’t prepare you for what I’m gonna do to that pretty little pussy.” His two middle fingers prod at my hole before he sinks them to the knuckle, hooking them upwards slowly.

“Oh Gods— Reg-“ I choke out biting my lip to stifle my pleasure.

“D’you like that? Hm?” He continues his assault faster moving away from my ear before bringing his mouth to my swollen clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then rolling it over my sensitive bud.

“Fuck, I-“ A deep whine leaves my throat, “Feels so good, sir. F-Feels so good.” I breathe.

I could feel my walls tighten around his digits, my climax so close I could taste it, thighs shaking. Just as I was about to see stars he pulls away completely, a breathless whine emits from me. He stands up removing his boxers and settling back down between my legs.

“I was about to cum.” I sit up on my elbows pouting.

“And I don’t give a fuck darling,” He pushes me back down by my neck, “You’ll cum when I want you to.” He sits above me on his elbows, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” I whisper taking in the dark look in his eyes, he takes the slick from my throbbing folds and runs it along his length.

Holy shit.

My eyes widen at the size of him, “See something you like?” He grins cheekily while lining himself up with my entrance. He rubs the head against me a couple times before sticking the tip in.

The stretch making me wince slightly, he slowly sheathes himself to the hilt, my mouth agape with no sound able to leave.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You can take it,” He caresses my head leaning his forehead on mine once again, “Being such a good girl f’me.” He groans as he pulls back only to slam into my stretched out folds.

“It’s,” I start as pulls back, “Too,” He slams back into me, “M-Much.” I whimper running my nails along his back, his grunts turn to moans along with my whimpers turning to pleasurable moans.

“I can stop.” He halts his movements. I buck my hips with a whine into his in an attempt to get some movement, he lets out a chuckle before he picks up his speed.

“Shut the fuck up and take it then,” He hums in a low growl, “Fuck you’re so tight. S’fucking tight.” He moans lifting my knees to my chest.

I nearly scream at the position, his cock hitting just where I need him with every thrust, the warm and tingly feeling building up in my stomach. My walls tighten around his length like a chokehold.

“Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He places open mouth kisses down my neck, I can only moan in response, releasing his back and rolling my eyes back, “Go on then, be a good girl. Cum for me.”

One. Two. Three more thrust and I spasm on top of his overly wet cock, his name repeated from my mouth like a prayer, I grip onto his wrists for leverage to ride out my orgasm.

“F-fuck, Merlin you look so beautiful,” He groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, “Such a good girl for me.” He whines before his hips stutter. The feeling of him painting my walls white was like no other. The first time, hopefully not the last he would fill me up like this.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck-“ He thrusts once more spilling the last of his seed inside me before collapsing on top of me.

We lay there catching our breaths before he carefully pulls out, planting a kiss on my collar and making his way to the bathroom before coming out with a warm towel.

He carefully wipes between my legs and I wince with a whine, “I know Dove, m’sorry, gotta get you clean.” He coos. He sets the towel in the hamper before crawling back in bed behind me, turning me to face him and pulling my body flush to his.

His arm around my waist, my face in his neck, his free hand twirling a piece of my hair. The dull effect of the joint lulls me into a doze.

“Gonna take care of you, forever and always, okay?” Regulus places a kiss on my temple, to my forehead, and lands on my lips.

This was my bliss.

[quindolyn]

Wanna Hear You || James Potter

Word Count: 1497

Notes: This was not proof read, oops. But I know people wanted more sub!James so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, sub!James, riding, I believe thats about it

Masterlist

James was gorgeous, propping himself up above you on his forearms, rutting into you, hitting a spot deep inside of you that you didn’t even know existed until you had met James.

“Jamie!” His name left your mouth in a moan as you locked your ankles together on the small of the man’s back, your hands reaching up to scratch your fingernails up and down his shoulder blades. “Feels so good, Jamie, making me feel so good.”

The praise spurred the raven haired man on, encouraging him to speed up his thrusts, the head of his cock brushing a sensitive spot inside of you making you jolt in his grasp, moving your hands to paw at his rippling biceps.

The pleasure began to build in the pit of your stomach, the combined sensations of your body rubbing up against the sheets with each thrust and Jamie pressing further and further into you as you leaned upwards to slot your lips against his, drinking him in like ambrosia.

An idea hit you and in an instant, you had flipped the two of you. James’ body lying against the red sheets, his angry red shoulders melding uncomfortably with the admittedly soft fabric of the sheets. 

You smiled down at him, huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, his cock still buried deep inside of your warm, slick cunt which was pulsing around his length. Teasing him, hinting at the vice-like grip he knew you were capable of.

“Hi pretty boy,” You murmured, running your hands up and down his chest, pausing at his nipples to tweak them, watching his face contort in pleasure and his mouth take on the shape of an “O” at the subtle stimulation.

His large, calloused hands found your hips, hinting to you that he wanted you to move, but you weren’t going to let him off that easily.

“What, Jamie? Tell me what you want.” Your demand was stern but kind as you brushed the hair out of his face, allowing you to get a better look at his flushed, beautiful face. 

“Want you to ride me,” He whined, bucking his hips up into yours.

“Come on baby, ask nicely.”

Huffing, he let his hands give your hips one final squeeze, “Ride me please darling, want you to bounce up and down on my cock please, need you, pretty please.”

“Now that’s a good boy,” You extolled, his begging triggering you to shiver as pleasure raced through your veins. Bracing yourself by planing your hands on his waist before lifting yourself off of his member so that just the tip of his prick remained inside of you. The sensitive head, red and leaking inside of your walls.

“Can you help me Jamsie? Can you help me ride you?” 

His response came in the form of a muffled groan and the nodding of his head as his hands found their way to your bum, using his hold on your supple flesh to assist you in your efforts. 

Breathy moans escaping your lips mingled with the grunts and mutterings of James from beneath you. Through the combination of the noises, and your concentration on the waves of euphoria rolling through you as the new position allowed for a different angle allowing Jame’s to press up against your g-spot with every single thrust, you almost didn’t hear the distinct words leaving his mouth.

Almost.

“What was that baby?” 

He didn’t respond, instead turning his head, trying to nuzzle into the sheets to hide his blushing face from you.

“Nu uh,” You scolded, turning his head to face you, squishing his cheeks together in your grip, using the pad of your thumb to rub the saliva leaking out of his lips all over the pretty pink cushions. “Answer me baby, what did you say?”

After a beat he still hadn’t responded, resulting in you tightening your hold on him, “Say it Jamie, what did you say?”

After a moment of intense eye contact before James realizes you’re not going to relent and gulps before confessing, “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

Oh holy fuck.

“Say it again,” You commanded, picking up your speed, “Wanna hear you.”

“M-Mommy.”

The moan that left your mouth rang through your apartment as your clit rubbed against his pubic bone sending truly delicious waves of ecstasy through your core and through out the rest of your body, leaving your limbs feeling like someone has set them on fire. “Such a good boy for me, Mommy’s good boy.”

“Wanna be your good boy Mommy,” He whimpered, thrusting his hips upwards once again to be deeper inside of you.

“You are baby,” You soothed, leaning down to smooth a kiss along his cupid’s bow. Even though 5 minutes ago you could’ve sworn you were ready to go another half an hour before your orgasm hit you, but James calling you mommy had spurred you on beyond belief. “Gonna make Mommy cum pretty boy, gonna make her make a mess all over your cock. You want that baby?”

He nodded his head vigorously, gritting his teeth together as he threw his head back into the mattress, arcing his back in order to be as deep inside of you as possible. “Wanna hear you baby tell me what you want.”

“Wanna make you cum Mommy, want you to make a mess on my cock. Please Mommy, let me make you cum.”

A dry laugh left your lips at his desperation, he was so pretty begging for you, for your body. And to top it all off he wasn’t even begging to cum himself, he was perfectly content with getting you off. 

“You’re gonna make me cum Jamie! Doing such a good job at making me feel good, you’re such a good boy.”

He whined at the praise, it spurring him on as he bucked into you again, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as you tipped over the edge of pleasure, it wrapping around you and squeezing you similar to how you assumed you were squeezing around James’ length. 

Black ebbed at your vision as you rode out your orgasm, somehow finding the strength within yourself to continue to ride the man beneath you. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears but the sound began to quiet as you came back. Quickly noticing Jamie beneath you, panting heavily, his eyes glued to your face.

“Did you cum darling?” You managed out through deep inhales.

“No Mommy,” He gritted out, his thighs trembling in the effort not to cum, not without your permission, to continue to be your good boy.

“Why not baby?”

“Because you didn’t say I could Mommy,” He whimpered, his hands balling the sheets up in his fists.

“No, I didn’t, such a good boy for waiting.” As the praise rolled off your lips a ginormous grin overtook his face. “Do you wanna cum now baby?”

“Yes Mommy,” He nodded desperately, his eyes shining at the mere prospect of getting his release.

“Alright baby then cum, go ahead and cum inside me.” You encouraged, resuming your movements up and down his cock, loving the friction of his cock slipping in and out of your sensitive cunt. 

James was always vocal when he came, and this was no exception. “Gonna cum Mommy, gonna cum.”

“Do it baby, cum inside of me.” You ran your delicate fingers through his hair again, smiling as you felt him release his load into you, painting your walls in his release. You stayed fully sheathed on top of him, waiting for him to come back to you, which you assisted him in doing by unclenching one of his hands from the sheets, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“Hey baby,” You crooned, as he blinked his eyes open. “Did such a good job for me, yeah?”

“Was I your good boy Mommy?”

“Always,” You punctuated your affirmation with a delicate kiss to his nose, “Loved you calling me Mommy,” Your kisses trailed down his face to his jaw line where you began sucking hues of purple and blue into his flesh before dragging your teeth over them, delighting in the way he winced and shivered. 

“Really?” He asked, sounding nervous, “It wasn’t weird or anything?”

“Of course not baby,” You leaned back a little bit to take in the entirety of his appearance, black tresses tangled and splayed out against the bed, face flushed as he panted, marks beginning to take shape on his jaw and neck. “Gotta clean you up now baby,” You said, easing yourself off of him.

But James wasn’t having it as he pulled you back down on top of him so that your naked chests were pressed together. “No,” His voice was muffled as he buried his face in your hair, “Wanna stay right here.”

“Okay then baby,” You giggled, nuzzling deeper into his chest.

“I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Jamsie.”

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