#acrylic writing desk

[pwinkprincess]

do u write for sukunaaaa

if so can we have cum denial wit him. like fingering n teasing reader till she’s crying n babbling 🐾 <3

sugarpie ୨ৎ

not getting sukuna’s attention has you acting out ୨ৎ

yeah probs mii first nd last time writing abt kuna ^.^ i really enjoyed doing dis for u tho ^_^

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ SUGARPIE ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ --->  rough fingering, pet names (baby, princess, mama), shameless use of the word daddy :P, begging, clit slapping, squirting, daddydom!kuna, lawyer!kuna, orgasm denial

“kuna.” you drag out his name as you climb onto his lap. it’s been hours since he’s given you any sort of attention, you understood that the paperwork he is working on is extremely important. he briefly explained to you days prior about taking on a big case that would bring in a lonesome amount of money once everything was said and done. which is fine, of course you’re gonna support your kuna in whatever he takes on. but what isn’t fine is his attention being diverted to papers instead of you.

he grumbles out while he leans to your side so that he could see what was displayed on his desk. you sit quietly on his lap for a few moments, your mind is racing with how you could get his attention back onto you. a deep rooted, responsible and sensible side of you reminds you that he’s working and he told you that he would be busy on it, you know you’re being selfish but you can’t find it in you to care. if anything it’s sukuna’s fault for spoiling you so much! 

“kuna.” you whine again. your head lays on his hard shoulder while your hands begin slithering against his waist. even through his shirt you could feel the hardened muscles, you loved just running your acrylic tips over his muscles and watching them tense every now and then. “daddy, are you ignoring me?” you ask with a frown that sukuna didn’t need to see, he could hear it in your voice.

“‘f course not, baby. ‘m just busy trying to sign these documents.” sukuna barely pays attention to the words coming out of his mouth as he jots down more and more onto the paper. 

“aren’t you tired?” you huff, “can’t you just take a little break?”

“not right now. i need to stay on top of this case ‘nd fill out as much as i can as fast as i can.” he suddenly leans down a little to grab a paper thats on the far end of his desk. you wrap your arms tighter around him, but you know sukuna would never let you fall. no matter how busy and out of it he seems.

you don’t like that response at all. you roll your eyes at his resistance and settle with resting your head on the crook of his neck. you breathe in his cologne. the colognes’ he wears pairs so well with his natural scent. they smell so warm but masculine in a way. you close your eyes, opting to lay there and enjoy the feeling of his heart thumping and his body movements each time he inhales and exhales. you use the sound of the pen sliding against the paper as white noise.

you hum softly against him. this is better than being in separate rooms, you suppose. you would prefer for his attention to be on you completely but you’ll take what’s given at the moment. usually, you’d be chattering away about minuscule things while sukuna works but he quickly shut that down weeks ago.

“my office is my sanctuary, princess. i don’t care if you come ‘n here but you have to stay quiet so daddy can focus.” the firmness in his tone left no room for debate, which is why you slowly nodded your head while looking up at him.

you were only able to sit still and quiet for a few minutes, you tried, you really did. but you couldn't contain yourself from letting out littles hums and shifting your hips every few minutes. your little thin panties would get snagged on the shape of his cock causing little whimpers to escape from your throat when it does happen. sukuna doesn’t comment on anything you do, only occasionally patting your thigh when he deems you are moving too much.

“kuna, please.” you whine out as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him fully. you didn’t have to say what you wanted, he knew. he always does.

“‘m working, mama.” he reminds you. irritation is seeping through his usual tone. hearing the slowly growing firmness begin to take over his words causes little hairs to stand up on your body, you both loved and hated when he talked to you like this.

“i don’t care! i need you kuna!” you clutch at his shirt with your hands. the hairs continue to stand.. no way you just raised your voice at him. a twitch of fear settles in your stomach. 

“watch your tone.” he stops writing completely. 

“wouldn’t have gotten loud if you would’ve jus’ paid attention to me.” you mutter under your breath as you begin getting off of his lap.

“the fuck you just say?” 

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“kuna, i can’t! ‘s too much please!” you cry out as his thick fingers roughly pump into your fat pussy. the sounds of your arousal coating his digits filled the room, you were so fucking wet. he had already managed pull an almost orgasm out of you. he waited until you were breathing heavy and for your legs to be shaking desperately to pull away. 

he doesn’t respond to you, only forcing your legs further with one hand while adding another finger. you squeal and whine while clutching on his wrist. his fingers are so fucking thick inside your sensitive pussy. your clutch at his wrist does nothing to slow him down.

your poor pussy could do nothing but take his aggressive fingers, you thrashed around on his lap which only made him slink an arm around your waist to hold you in place.  fat tears ran down your cheeks as he continued holding your legs open so that he could continue to fill you.

everything about sukuna is thick. not just his fingers, but his cock (especially that), his muscles, his personality. those were just minor reasons that added up to why you loved him. 

hearing the humiliating squelch, squelch, squelch and just feeling your arousal dripping down from your everflowing pussy to his lap. if you weren’t getting fucked stupid by his fingers you would’ve been embarrassed from the growing wet spot that is forming on his slacks. 

“talkin’ t’me crazy.. have you lost your fucking mind?” he asks. with every word he’s hammering his fingers as deep as he possibly could, it’s almost to the point that it hurts. you whimper out a soft “daddy” and try to close your legs to prevent him from continuing to abuse your poor pussy.

you can’t find it in you to say a response, instead, you let out loud mewls and sobs. sukuna doesn’t take much appreciation to his words being met with silence, with a rough huff he pulls out the hand that’s fucking you to oblivion to give you three rough slaps against your right thigh.

a piercing sob breaks through your lips,“yes! daddy! ah! yes! i'm sorry daddy!” you didn’t even know what you were saying. loud sniffles mixed with the words you slobbered out. you were a complete mess, you loved when sukuna got you like this.

“‘s okay, though. don’t worry, baby. daddy’s going to make sure you remember your manners.” he plunges his fingers back into you with no warning prompting an unexpected orgasm to shoot from your sensitive pussy. he groans and begins slapping at your clit. squeals escape from deep in your throat. he remembers specifically telling you not to cum until he said so.

“daddy! oh! ah! ah! i’m sorry!” you try to crawl away from the intensity of your orgasm. sukuna clicks his teeth and roughly pushes you back up so that your back is aligned evenly to his chest. you’re fully sobbing now as a stream leaks out and sprays onto his fingers, lap, and parts of his paperwork. 

“no more, kuna, puhllleeaaa-ahhmygodd..” your sentence is broken when he powers his movements back up. you’re still leaking out your orgasm when he adds a third finger. “daddy! kuna! baby! pleaseee, no more!” drool leaks from the corners of your mouth as you are dumbly babbling out to him.

“tch.” he sighs. “cummin’ even when i told you not to. you must really not be my good girl now? hm?” you could hear the smirk in sukuna’s voice. usually when he finds your actions amusing, you’d pout at him. but you were so fucked out all you could do is continue to grip his wrist weakly.

“‘s too much, kuna. toooo muchhhh.” you groan. you try closing your legs around his hand once again and this time sukuna bites down on your shoulder making you squirm. he didn’t bite down hard, he made sure to only use enough force to make you stop moving.

“keep ignorin’ me.” he warns. “your second time now. even while getting punished, you’re still actin’ up.” he jeered. “maybe you’re not my good girl after all.” 

“‘m your good girl. promise. ‘m your good girl.” you sniffle, he was still rubbing his fingers against your walls filling you up jussttt right. your eyes glance down and you could see his hand sparkling with your arousal and to make matters more intense his fingers are etched with your cream. you could only whine at the sight.

he places soft kisses on the side of your neck and jaw. “watch me fuck my pussy.” he mumbles while placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “gonna make sure my pussy gets all the attention it's been beggin’ for, and you better not fucking cum again until i say so.”

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

Sean Anderson [journey 2] x fem! reader

submissive Sean☆

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WARNING 18+ smut

[ swearing, cursing, dirty talk if you squint, sub/dom dynamics, riding, ✋🏿job ]

you are responsible for what you read

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summary:

Sean gets in trouble and invites you over.

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a/n *could be better, I used to write on wattpad awhile ago so imma lil ass*

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it's around 10 pm when your boyfriend Sean texts you, not a hello, or a how are ya' babe, just a "come over". already knowing he got into something you threw on your jacket and headed over.

Sean's mom Liz never had problems with you coming over this late... fortinutly for you, the door was opened by Hank, shawns step dad.

' ain't happenin' ' he says, not even letting the door open fully before he started. 'you know what your little friend in there did?' his questioning sounding like a tired high school guidance counselor. responding by shaking your head no he continues 'he broke into a place, some satalite shit, oh my bad, stuff, and not only that' he says in a could you just belive it voice. ' he crashed that little dirt bike of his' finishing leaning back on the door crossing his arms with a smirk that could have been compared to a teen when they snitch on their older sibling. 'yea kristen said she'd seen the cops outside of the mcbrooms house. is he hurt?' you question not letting him into the fact that Sean told you what he was planning in advance 'nope' says Liz popping in the doorway,' but he got a nice swim,' she says, chuckling. 'go up there and check on him, will you?' she asks politely, moving Hank out of the way.

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knocking on the door before entering, you see shawn at his desk looking over some paper. 'what is that?' you questioned while placing your head on his shoulder reading the paper but having no clue what it said. ' i think its from grandpa ' he says not taking his attention off of it. ' has to be '

'you know what it says?' you question after placing a kiss on his check and going to sit on his bed. 'not yet but ill figure it out' he says taking a final look at the paper letting out a breath before placing it onto his desk and making his way over to his bed where your sitting with your back to the wall, he lays his head on you lap looking up to you with a grin 'i did it' he says proudly. 'yes you did baby' you laugh, leaning down for a kiss.

when you go to break it he pathetically trys to follow your lips. ' you also almost got arrested ' you say as you look down at his beautiful face taking it into your hands and squeezing his cheecks, giving him barley a peck of a kiss.

'you also crashed your bike' giving him another worthless peck. 'had a busy night' you finish before giving him an actual kiss letting his face go. 'yea i did' he says, giving you a shit eating grin.'wanna make it busier?" he says doing the weird eyebrow thing that his step dad always does that makes you tear up every time you see it. 'no busy boy, i think you've done enough for tonight.' you say laughing, which gives him the impression that you were joking.

popping up onto his knees and lifting his shirt up. causing you to laugh even more, you ask 'baby what are you doing?' making him stop his actions before his shirt is even all the way over his head 'getting busy' he says in a defeated tone not taking the shirt from over his face, but from the redness spreading across his cheast you could tell he was embaressed. ' aww ' you say as you match him getting on your knees sitting back on you feet as you take your acrylic nail from his adams apple, that was barley showing from under where the shirt lay, all the way down to the button of his jean.

he kept his arms up, letting out soft pants as he pushed the fabric of the shirt that still covered his face into his mouth.

leaving little kisses a top of where his jeans covered him from the world. 'this what you want, huh?' trailing your finger up his cheest and letting your hand grip his kneck when it got there. taking your other hand you pull the bottom of the shirt down just enough to see his face 'what you wanted a reward because you've had a busy day' you say in a slightly condecinding tone that he definitely catches abd lets out a whimper 'yes' in response.

'ive had a very busy day' nodding his head as to verify that he indeed had a long day. you can't help but find him so damn hot when he's embarrassed and horny. leaning back, you tell him to take his shirt off. quickly ridding himslef of his shirt you next tell him to remove his pants

'your gonna be my god boy right?'

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cut to you sitting on his bed back against the wall, fully dressed with Sean only in his boxers sitting between your legs with his back to your cheest. his hands sit under your thighs as precouction since he can never seem to keep his hands to himself.

your nails drag up and down, from his happy trail to his cheast, before you let your hand rest on his buldge over his boxers. 'my busy baby must be so tired.' you start as you message him over his boxers. 'so worked up doing all this running around', grabbing his face with his other hand you turn his face to look at you before you kiss him.

pushing his neck higher to push more into the kiss. he starts to whimper, moving his hips against your hand.

pushing his face away from yours with an offended look you scoft at him.' was i not doing enough for you?hmm?' you say as you remove your hand from his dick. 'desperat ass bitch cant even wait and i was trying to be nice' you say as his eyes start to widen ' wait baby no.' Sean starts as you push him off of you. 'wait baby. thats not what i meant.' he says as he lets out a nervouse chuckle. 'baby please' he says to you as you grip the edge of his boxers before pulling them down. 'oh my god' he says, giving up his pleading as you rap your hand around the base of his dick. he was nice and hard leaking waiting for whatever you wanted to give him.

you climb into his lap, taking your hand from his dick you bring it to your mouth and lick your hand, palm to fingers, instantly bringing it down to the tip of his cock. he lets out the most beautiful groan with a 'fuck'. as he closed his eyes you add tighter pressure on his tip before dragging your hand to the base of his dick and back to the tip. you start off slow listening to his panting as his hands grip the sheets upder you. gradually speeding up your pace when his cock starts to leak you focous more of your attention on the tip.

he's a mess now opting to squeeze his hand over his mouth than to trust himself. sweat covered forhead, eyes tightly shut, Sean repeatedly brings his hand from his mouth wanting to speak, but every time, it meets with a pathetic whimper or a breathy moan.

finally finding his voice he squeezes his thighs together resisting any pleasure given to him 'please, god you gotta let me fuck you' he begged finally opening his eyes to take in the veiw.

letting out a moan followed by an 'oh fuck' as your hand falls to the base of his cock raising your hips so you were hovering over him. moving your panties to the side under your skirt swipping his dick up and down your pussy collecting the juices as you go before letting it rest under your entrance ' shawn baby ' taking your free hand to grab the one that was previously covering his mouth, bringing it to yours leaving gentel kisses on his palm. he lets out a breathy 'yes'.

releasing your weight and welcoming his cock inside you trying but failing at keeping in a moan at the delicious feeling of him stretching you. letting out a ' fuck' as your clit grazed his pelvis. once you were used to his size of his cock you brought the hand that was still holding his letting it rest on your thigh with the other one. he's breathing heavily as you bring one hand to his cheast using it to hold your weight and bringing your other to push his head to the side, pushing his face into the sheet under you. 'you consider this fucking me?" you tease as you slowly start to rotate your hips. despertaly trying to shake his head (yes of course) under your hand you move it letting his face up ' stay quiet for me baby' you say as your now free hand finds its home on Seans neck grasping as you start to ride his cock.

letting your head fall forward with a 'fuck', feeling him so deep inside you honestly made you forget what you came over for in the first place. with all his effort he snaps his hips to meet you as your ride him. 'fuck baby' leaning down to kiss his neck your throw your ass back riding him harder. 'im gonna come fuck' is all you can say before your pussy sqeezese his dick as you come Sean not folllowing to long after. as you both try to desperatly catch your breath you raise off of his cock letting the cum drip down onto him before you pull your panties back.

removing your clothes and cuddling up beside him pressing wet kisses all over his face.

a knock on the door breaks you both from your little world

'I guess ypur spending the night' says hank through the door.

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okay honest how was that... bc I feel like I could do better because I'm a whore and I love shit like this but also this might be all you get cause I'm also a ragging virgin 😭.

*not pre read by anyone but me*

so if Grammer or spelling is off... blame me. or don't. I'm not mad either way.

leave feedback or just shit you might wanna read.

~ Daisy Baby

[iliketangerines]

Hi, could you write a Bi-han x Reader who's bratty and is spoiled with expensive things (like 'a lesson to be learned' Liu Kang).

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

sit still

a/n: y'all making me act up fr

pairing: bi han x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cockwarming, spanking, degradation kink, overstimulation, creampies, squirting

you squirm in place, panting into the air as your pussy drips onto Bi Han’s lap, and your hips jerk back as they search for more friction

Bi Han slaps your clit with his fingers and growls at you to sit still for him and be a good slut for him

you whine into the air as he continues his paperwork, seemingly unaffected by the fact that you’re sat on his cock, your wetness staining his pants

he has your pink skirt flipped up, your shirt torn off and on the floor somewhere, and your acrylic nails dig into your thighs as you try not to cry

you had been bratty all week, disagreeing with him and wearing the tightest and shortest outfits you could possibly find in your wardrobe

you knew Bi Han would get mad, would punish you, but you were craving it, needing to get put back in line

he had finally snapped today, in your tight crop top and short pink skirt

you had chosen to not wear a bra or panties and so everyone could see how your nipples pebbled underneath your shirt and how wet your pussy was whenever your slightly bent over or a breeze picked up

Bi Han had dragged you into his office and ripped off your shirt and sat you down on his cock, telling you that if you’re going to be a whore, you’re going to warm him until he’s done

your legs were spread over his, and so you were unable to rub your thighs together for any friction and he didn’t allow you to touch yourself

it had been what felt like forever as he read through the documents on the desk in front of you, but your mind was melting at the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out

you needed more friction, anything really, as Bi Han had stopped you from riding him or from clenching your pussy down on his cock

you had been sitting for so long, growing more and more whiny and needy, as your wetness started dripping out of your pussy and pooling in his pants

everytime you moved or your pussy throbbed around him, he would slap your clit with cold fingers, growling at you to sit still or you’re not cumming tonight

you whine and tears brim in your eyes as your hips involuntarily buck forward, needing anything

you yelp as Bi Han slaps at your clit harshly before bringing that hand up and squeezing your neck, telling you that this is your last warning to sit still as he finishes his work

you pant into the air and apologize quietly as you try your best to be still for him, and you dig your long nails into your thigh to try take your mind off the sensation

you watch as Bi Han picks up the final document on the table and reads over it carefully, and you whine into the air quietly as his hand starts to rub circles into your puffy clit

you close your eyes and lean your head back as you pant into the air and tremble slightly as you struggle to stay still for Bi Han

he hums in approval and puts down the last document, signing it and placing it into a pile of his finished papers

he tell you that you can move now, and your hips buck forward immediately, grinding into his chilled fingers as he rubs your clit

you cry out as he leans his head forward and sucks a dark hickey into the side of your neck, biting you before smoothing over it with his tongue

he pulls you off his cock, and you whine, reaching back for him, but he slams you onto the table and slides back into you, fucking into you roughly

he slaps your ass, telling you what a whore you are for wearing such a skimpy thing around base, and you claw at the table as you whine into the air

his cock bullies that spot inside of you that has you keening into the air and begging Bi Han if you can cum please

Bi Han growls out that dirty sluts don’t get to cum, and that you’ve got work a little harder than that if you want to cum

you cry out, chest heaving with sobs, as he spanks your ass over and over again, turning your flesh red and swollen as he admires how you hips twitch and pussy clenches around him

Bi Han smiles cruelly down at you, thumbing the material of the skirt you’re still wearing before tearing that off as well

he admires the way he can see your make-up running down your face, and how drool pools in the corner of your mouth as your mind turns to mush underneath his ministrations

he grips onto your hips for better leverage, raising you higher so that you have to go on your tiptoes, and fucks into you harshly

he tells you that you’re such a whore, how you turn into such a dumb bitch the second you get cock inside of you, that maybe he’ll stuff you with his cock all the time to have you behave

you whine and your nails dig into the wooden desk as you struggle not to cum, but Bi Han seems to know you’re struggling and dips his hand down to rub at your clit

you close your eyes and cry as your pussy clenches down on his cock, and you cum, sobbing as he fucks you through your orgasm and clutches onto you tight enough to leave bruises on your hips

you jerk away, too overstimulated as he keeps rubbing your clit and fucking into your abused cunt, and he laughs at you

Bi Han tells you that you’re such a brat, disobeying his direct order, and that if you want to cum so bad, then fine

your whines and moans grow more and more breathy as he has you cumming on his cock over and over again, and sparks of pain start to mix with the pleasure as you lose your senses

your tears and mascara stain the desk, and your wetness stains the inside of your thighs as your cum drips out of your pussy and onto the floor as Bi Han fucks into you

you’ve cum so many times that you can only incoherently babble out apologies, and Bi Han’s own hips are growing erratic as he nears his own high

he tells you that you’re such a slut, such a stupid little brat for taking his cock like this, and he groans as he cums inside of you, burying himself deep as his seed spills inside

he pants into the air and rubs your clit in fast hard circles as you tense underneath him and squirt all over the floor, your juice staining the desk and the floor

you go limp on the desk, tired and fucked-out and so sore

you whine and jerk away as Bi Han slides out of you, and he shushes you as he picks you up and carries you out of his office

he brings you to your bathroom and sets up a hot bath filled with your favorite flower petals and scents that you like before placing you in the hot water

he lets you soak in the water and doze off slightly and as the water starts to chill he brings you to your bedroom and helps you dress in your silk pink pajamas

you’re asleep already, completely knocked-out and yet Bi Han still kisses you and tells you he loves you before he goes back to his office to clean up and organize his documents

as much as he loved it when you were a brat, he also loved to take care of you, though he would never admit it

[jennaajoseph]

ㅤㅤㅤ ❛ Home. ❜ ⸻ Holden Worther x F!Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ Holden comes home after a long time at the mental hospital.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ holden worther x fem!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ fluff, kinda sad if you ask me, bf!holden, generally sensitive topics, mentions of: mental hospital, drinking, rehab, failed suicide attempt, female reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ an universe where Holden got help he deserved tbh. Can y'all write more fics for Holden pls??

This one has quite sensitive topics, feel free to correct me if it's needed! Thank you!

Also it took a longer time for me to upload smth cuz someone requested Holden and I wanted to post it first!

(also I think about doing a part two on that, we'll see.)

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photo - pinterest (cropped by me) , divider - @/cafekitsune.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

After a failed suicide attempt caused by Holden's drinking problem, he finally agrees to get proffesional help. You were happy that he finally went to the mental hospital, where he was slowly getting better, going to rehab and therapy. Even if that meant not seeing him a lot, you were still happy that he was willing to work to become a better version of himself.

When Holden was in the hospital, he wrote you a lot of different stories. Your desk was always filled with sheets of paper. As time passed, his stories began to be less dark than before, and you took that as a good sign.

Sometimes he wrote you letters, writing about how he's feeling, and asking how you are feeling, how much he missed you, or how much he finally wants to finally see you and "kiss your pretty face". From the letters, you also found out that he started to really enjoy crafting. He sent you his every work; drawings, origami or small paintings made with acrylic paint.

Your room was full of things from him, and every time he sent you something new, you missed him even more.

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Finally, when it was time for Holden to come back home, you couldn't hold your excitement. You were willing to help him with everything he needed, and support him all the time.

You and his parents drove to the hospital to pick him up. Of course, you were way more excited than them, but you were still glad they helped Holden get the help he deserved. They didn't show much emotion to anyone anyway, even themselves.

All of you were in the waiting room. Your leg bounced anxiously as you bit your nails. A bad habit of yours. Holden's parents were reading a magazine, not really caring about the world around them.

"Here for Thomas Worther?" A doctor appeared in the room, looking at some papers. Your head immediately jolted up when you heard his voice. Holden's mom confirmed, the doctor nodded, disappearing from the room the second after.

You let out an anxious sigh, but also a small excitement washed over you, finally being able to see Holden after a long time was something you were looking forward to for a long time. You couldn't visit him because of the policy. Only family members were allowed to, which was also quite limited because of his condition.

The door of the waiting room opened again after a while, Holden and a nurse entered the room.

"Okay Holden, wish you luck!" She smiled at him, and he nodded. The nurse turned to his parents and gave them some papers to sign, also talking about his therapy and rehab that he's still supposed to attend.

Holden quickly dropped his bags on the floor when he saw you. "Oh God, y/n" he quickly rushed in your direction. You stood up from your seat, and he wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly. You hugged him back as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "I missed you so fucking much."

"Oh, Holden." You tried to hold your tears back, it was the first time you held him in almost 4 months. "I missed you too." You whispered, running your hand in his hair.

"I was scared that you won't be here." He gave you a pleading look, and your heart broke even more.

"Holden, I've been waiting for all this time." You cupped his face with both hands.

"I wanna go home..." He whispered, pressing your hands on his face harder. "...with you."

"Okay, we are going home soon, I promise." You reassured him.

"Tom," You both turned your head towards his parents and a nurse. "I think it's time for us to go home."

He quickly nodded grabbing your hand, and picking up his bags, everyone was ready to leave when the nurse spoke again. "Take care of yourself, Holden." She looked at him, then at you. You smiled at her gently.

"I will." He responded softly.

The car ride was filled with Holden's stories from the hospital. He sat very close to you, tightly holding your hand the whole time. He told you everything. What was his routine, his doctor visits, how his therapy looked like, what he learned. You couldn't stop listening. You missed everything about him.

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"Let me grab this." His father said, when Holden wanted to pick his bags up from the car.

"Thanks." He said quietly.

His father carried his stuff into the house. When Holden stepped inside he didn't quite know what he should do with himself now, so his eyes just wandered around the house.

"Do you need something, Tom?" His mom asked from behind.

"No, no, i don't need anything." He replied.

His mother quietly nodded. His father stood next to her and sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "If you need something, we will be downstairs." He said.

"Okay."

There was a quite long silence afterwards that was interrupted by you stepping into the house. "Let me help you with the bags, Holden." You grabbed his backpack.

"Oh, right." He grabbed the rest of his stuff and slowly headed upstairs.

You took the last look at his parents and smiled gently. They returned the smile.

You went upstairs, right after Holden. He placed his bags on the floor and looked around. You quietly placed his backpack in the same spot.

He said turned back to look at you as you stepped closer to him, cupping his face with both of your hands. He gave you a pleading look again, and went silent for a second. "Did you cheat on me when I was away?"

A shocked look appeared on your face. "What? Holden-"

"Please be honest with me, you don't need to lie." His voice was getting cracky as a few tears rolled down his cheeks

You furrowed your eyebrows in sadness. Your heart broke at his words. The thought of cheating on him didn't even cross your mind. "Holden I could never do that to you."

"Please just tell me if you did." He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he broke down crying.

You held him, gently caressing his back, holding back tears. "I swear to God, baby I didn't."

"I was away for almost 4 months, how could you not." He sobbed against your neck.

"Because I promised that I'll be here for you, and I love you with my whole heart." You grabbed his face gently to make him look at you. This time you gave him a pleading look. "You are my home."

His bottom lip quivered as he pulled you closer to him.

"I promise you, I would never do anything like that."

He nodded his head slightly. You two sat on the bed as you helped him calm down a little.

"You promise?" He whispered.

"I promise, my love." You kissed his lips gently, and he held you tightly by your waist.

"I can't express how much I love you." He said, his grip getting harder on you.

"Easy, Holden, you are gonna crush me." You chuckled quietly, wiping his tears.

"I'm sorry, I just need you really really close." He said in almost begging tone.

"We can cuddle for a bit, is that okay?" You brushed your thumbs against his cheeks. He nodded instantly.

You both cuddled on his bed, his face buried in your chest, his hands holding you around your waist, this time not that hard.

"Did you saw the gifts I sent you?" He changed the subject, looking up at you.

"Of course I did!" You smiled.

"Did you like them?"

"I love them, Holden." You caressed his cheek with one of your hands, and he blushed. "You are very talented, you know that?"

"Maybe..." He murmured against your chest.

You rolled your eyes playfully, and placed your head on top of his. "You are."

"Okay" He grinned slightly. "I have something I didn't send you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Do you want to see what is it?"

"Of course I do!" You sat on the bed excitedly.

He smiled and grabbed his backpack. "I made it in one of my art therapy classes."

"Show me, please."

His hand was searching in his bag, after a second he pulled out two colorful bracelets. "I hope you'll like them." He held them up for you to see.

"You made that?" You took the bracelets from him, smiling. "They look wonderful!"

"They have yours and my name on it." He pointed at the beads with letters.

"Oh, that's right!" Your smile got wider as you saw that one of the bracelets has "Holden" written on it and the second one "y/n". "That's the cutest thing I have ever seen."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" You said, sliding the bracelet on your wrist. "I'll keep the "Holden" one and you'll keep the "y/n" one." You slid the second bracelet on his wrist too. "Now we match!"

He smiled widely, and held your face to give you a kiss. You quickly returned it.

"I'm so lucky to have you." He mumbled between kisses.

You smiled into the kiss. "I love you, Holden."

"I love you too, y/n, so, so, so much."

You giggled as his kisses got all over your face. "Easy baby, I'm not going anywhere."

"I know I just, I missed you so damn much." He pulled you closer to him, panting slightly as he stopped kissing you.

"I missed you too." You gave him a soft smile.

"Do you think you can stay for the night?" He gave you a sad puppy look. Begging you to stay with him. "I know that you have work-" You quickly cut him off.

"I can stay for how long you need." You whispered kissing his forehead. "My home is right there, with you."

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After two weeks, Holden got more comfortable being at home. You drove him to therapy once a week to help him with his mental illness, and after that he went to alcohol rehab, helping with his drinking problems. These days were the most busy, you just sat outside the room he was in, and waited for a couple hours, but it was worth seeing his big smile when it was time to go home.

He also needed to fix himself a new routine, which you helped him with. You always reminded him to take his meds every morning.

He also didn't quit his hobbies. Every day he did something new for you, a drawing, story, poem, painting, bracelet or small origami. You always were excited to see what he did, and he was always excited to give it to you.

Holden was basically glued to you all the time, from the moment you woke up, to the moment you went to sleep. On the days when you had work, he woke up at the same time as you, made you breakfast and helped you get ready. Sometimes, in the morning, you two took a shower together which usually led to heavy make out session before work, or even sex when you had more spare time.

He always told you how much he appreciates that you are still here for him after what happened, and he tried his best to make you feel loved and safe, showering you with kisses, hugs or literally any physical contact — his favourite way of showing affection.

His parents were also glad for your help, even though you didn't really talked to them, you knew they were happy with your presence. They didn't really mind you staying for that long, but to be honest, you wanted Holden to move into your apartment when he finds himself a job. Your money from working at Retail Rodeo wasn't much to cover up for you two, and for safety reasons you wanted Holden to stay with his parents a little longer.

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You finished showering, and dressed in your pajamas, quickly went on tip toes to Holden's room.

"Okay I'm done, you can go now." You closed the door behind you and saw him lying on the bed, smiling sheepishly. "What?" You grinned at him.

"Come here." He opened his arms, suggesting for you to cuddle with him. You quickly jumped into his arms and he rolled you over so now he was straddling you.

You sighed with a smile. "We are not fucking."

"Who said that I want to fuck?" He grinned and started kissing your cheeks.

"I know you Holden, you are a very horny person." You giggled.

"It's hard not to be around you." He looked into your eyes. You gently ran one of your hands through his hair and smiled at him. He stared at you for a good couple minutes before finally speaking. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

You rolled your eyes platfully. "C'mon, I'm not that beautiful."

He rolled his eyes, mocking you. "Yes you are, at least for me."

You smiled softly and caressed his cheek. "You are very handsome to me too."

He grinned widely. "Thank you."

"For what? Complements?"

"For simply existing, you helped me a lot." He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I'm very happy it was you."

You couldn't help but smile. Holden appreciated literally everything you did for him, even if it was something small, he would be head over heels for you, and it's allways been like this. He would always return the favour with something bigger than you usually did for him.

You grabbed his face gently, and pulled him into a kiss. "I'm very happy it was you too." You mumbled into the kiss.

"I'm excited for our future together." He smiled sheepishly when the kiss ended.

"You have no idea how excited I am too."

[succubusonthedoorstep]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ArtTeacher! Geto x Fem Reader! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ (1.1 Word Count.)

Warnings? Gojo's sweet tooth, shy reader, vibrator use, butt plugs, edging, implied cunnilingus? jealousy, peeking down shirts, sir kink. painting is Geto's love language. +18 Only! No Minors Allowed! (Part Two.)

Author's Notes? still writing my jean and eren x reader fic, but here's something I've been sitting on for a moment!! <3 (Like, reblog, and comment please!)

ArtTeacher!Geto who enjoys instructing the acrylic painting weekend course. He’s been at it for about a year, lending his Sundays to locals and students. Most looking to sharpen their skills but some seeking a new pastime. Gojo did him a favor, pulling strings at the university to give Geto a classroom (with air conditioning!) rather than the offered room in the student center. However, it was pretty isolated, a feature he learned to love after meeting you.

ArtTeacher!Geto unlocks his door an hour before his class is due to start. Students seldom came early but he left the option open anyway. Sometimes Gojo visited, usually to hand him some small, sweet cake he couldn’t help but rave about. While cleaning the paint palettes and setting up for class, the door slams shut from behind him. 

ArtTeacher!Geto whips around, eyes landing on you. He couldn’t help but immediately notice how cute you were, holding art supplies in your arms. The faucet dripped lightly behind him, brushes now forgotten. His thin white button-down shirt was rolled up to his elbows, a feature your eyes lingered on as you started explaining.  “Sorry for the scare, I know your class doesn’t start for another half an hour…” 

ArtTeacher!Geto alleviates your worries, insisting he’d never turn away an eager student. He stops what he was doing to help you set up on the easel closest to his desk, asking why he’d never seen you in his class before. 

ArtTeacher!Geto can’t listen more intently to you speak. Your voice was melodic to him, echoing slightly from the walls when you laugh at his joke about leaving home. You just moved into the city for a job opportunity and wanted to socialize in a familiar place, the art studio. He noticed some of your paints were used and you held the brush the same way he did. You were no amateur, that was for sure.

ArtTeacher!Geto’s mood goes sour once class starts. He generally enjoyed his classes, but he only wanted to be around you today. Of course, he'll still play his role well- complimenting brush strokes, giving feedback, and staring contemplatively at completed works. The whole time he’s thinking of you on the other side of the room. The image of you, in his well-lit traditionally styled studio, made his heart jump. You’d be wearing the thinnest, finest silk as you lounge for him across a chaise sofa. 

He could torture you for hours there- a plug up your ass and a vibrator for your pussy whenever he’d get bored with his work. Geto would paint you for hours, finding joy in matching his paints to your skin tone, lips, and nipples. (Even if the silk limited his view.) 

‘Enjoying the view, Geto?’ You ask, holding your arm over the end of the sofa like he asked. ‘I’ve never seen you take so long for a sketch.’

“Patience, patience,” he cooed, taking another slick glance at your most intimate parts while you yawn. “So many details to take note of, it won’t be a worthy painting of you if I miss a single one.” His easel was positioned for you as well. You had the perfect view of him working and could lean over the other end of the couch to check his progress.

Both of you knew that was out of the question, however. The little pink toy between your legs prevented any unauthorized movement. Geto was a cruel lover- dragging you just to the edge of orgasm only to press the toy to your hole and call you greedy for needing more.

Without warning the toy came to life, buzzing lowly and drawing soft breaths from your mouth. Geto, no longer interested in painting, watched your reactions with the matching remote in one hand as he palmed his cock with the other. 

“You won’t cum,” he challenged, turning the vibrator up to a higher setting. He watched as you squirmed in ecstasy, his teasing from earlier coming back for you. Leaning back onto the arm of the couch, you spread your legs for Geto’s view and let him hear the sweet moans he loved so much.

“Missing all those d-details,” you expressed, hips lifting from the sofa in pleasure. Geto couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Is this part of your creative process?” You asked, sliding the silk robe up your legs and exposing your glistening cunt.

The stool he sat on fell over at the force he used to stand up and make his way over to the couch. Geto’s knees met the floor harshly, hands finding your thighs to push them apart and make room for his face. 

“Just need a closer look, is all…”

ArtTeacher!Geto’s fantasy is ruined at the trilling of his alarm bell. Class was over. His students were already packed and filing out of class, their goodbye’s drowned out by him searching for you.

ArtTeacher!Geto smiles when he catches your eye and waves you over. His smile falters as he watches you wave goodbye to a third-year at the university, some kid with pink hair. Geto pushes his jealousy off; he’s never in competition.

ArtTeacher!Geto has to hide a smirk when you approach his desk, clearly in high spirits.

“Thank you for class, sir. I met a lot of good people,” You gush, and Geto has to push in his chair more at the name. “I’d love to come back, when’s the next-”

“Next Sunday,” He recites it like the gospel now. The tightness in his pants only gets worse as he watches you take a sticky note from his desk and scribble your name and number on it. Geto casts a brief look down your shirt when you bend over to write, silently thankful for a memory he can use later.

ArtTeacher!Geto takes the sticky note from you with an appreciative grin, brushing his fingers with yours and melting when a flustered look crossed your face, breaking eye contact.

“See you next week, sir.”

send me prompts so i can post between fics mwah (like, comment and reblog!)

© succubusonthedoorstep2023. all rights reserved. please do not copy, repost, steal, or translate my work.

[salty-croissants]

Could you write headcanons fluffy/romantic of rayman or Ramon please and thank you

Thank you so much for the request , it’s actually my first one :D

Hope this turned out well ! 

I ended up splitting up the headcanons given how different both personalities are , hope that’s okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

some swear words are present in Ramon’s part , but other than that no warnings are needed

Rayman 🧡

Given the fact that Rayman has felt incredibly lonely pretty much his whole life , as soon as you showed him genuine kindness and interest in him without focusing on his fame he immediately took a liking to you : 

despite his seemingly very smooth demeanor , he was actually very nervous about confessing his eventual feelings for you , terrified of being rejected yet again … 

But that wasn’t the case , and let me tell you , Rayman will forever treasure the moment you told him those 4 words he was so afraid of never hearing from anyone in his life . 

He wants to know everything you like , and by everything I mean absolutely everything : 

Rayman loves to listen to you gushing about your passions and hobbies , and if you ever need something specific you will find it on your desk with an almost unnatural quickness …

< Wh - are those the acrylics I mentioned just a few minutes ago ? > 

< They sure are ! I also made sure to get you all the colors I could get my hands on , now you’ll have no trouble finishing your piece . > 

 < Ray , thank you so much ! You shouldn’t have … > 

< Anything for you , honey ~ > 

Whenever the two of you go out on a date , Rayman definitely doesn’t waste the opportunity to bring you to the most amazing ( and low key expensive ) places in the city , and this especially happened during your first dates : he really , really wanted to leave a good impression on you , though if you tell him that you’d rather spend time with him in a more quiet place he definitely won’t be unhappy to hang out either at his lounge or at your place … 

He wants you to be comfortable with him at all times .

I like to think that Rayman loves to receive kisses on his nose : whenever you walk by him and surprise him with one , this man will positively melt … 

You will definitely earn a cuddling session for when he’s done with his shows . 

He loves to hold your hand whenever you go outside , also as a way to show everyone around that this lovely person is with him , JUST him .

Some might see this as a bit excessive , but regardless of how long you two have been together Rayman is deep down still worried that he might not be good enough and that you might leave him someday , so if you reassure him on this you will definitely make him happy …

< You know I won’t ever leave you , right Ray ? You’re the only one for me , this won’t ever change . > 

< Heh … I know y/n … thank you . > 

Ramon 🖤

Now that he knows that he’s been used by Eden all these years , Ramon’s once cheerful demeanor has definitely changed a lot … but his love for you didn’t : 

the fact that you’re choosing to stay by his side despite the dangers that you two might have to face just makes his adoration for you grow even more , and he wants to make sure that no one will dare to hurt his sweetheart .

He might need to be comforted more often … 

Ramon feels horrible about letting all those terrible things Eden did just slip by him , so when the guilt becomes too much he just walks over to you and buries his face in your chest , your genuinely loving words and the sound of your heartbeat giving him a peace that nothing else is able to make him feel .

< You couldn’t have known , love … if Eden tricked you , it’s not something you can blame yourself for . We’ll figure this out , I promise . > 

< … thank you y/n … I … really needed this . > 

< Don’t mention it , Ram . >

If you’re feeling cold , no matter how many degrees it is outside and how much you protest , Ramon will cover you up with his coat .

< Stop it ! It’s freezing out here , you can’t just - > 

< I can … and I will . > 

< Uh , I don’t think so ! 

Here , give me a second … 

There , we can just share it , no reason for you to be cold . > 

< I … 

Pfft … I love you so much y/n . > 

< I love you too , Ram ~ > 

If you ever do get actually hurt by someone ? 

Ohh boy , whoever did it is in trouble … 

Ramon is going to track them down no matter how long it takes , and you better believe he’ll blow so many holes in them that not even their corpse will be remotely recognizable .

< N-no ! PLEASE HAVE MERCY !!! > 

< Heh … should’ve thought about that before putting your hands on y/n , you FUCKING BASTARD ! > 

After he’s done with making the person resign from life , Ramon is going to immediately come back to you to stay by your side if you’ve been badly wounded , constantly apologizing for not being able to keep you safe and also telling you to never ever do something that dangerous again . 

Ramon loves you so much , he just doesn’t know what he’d do with himself if you were gone …

Ramon has grown to become even more physically affectionate than before , and whenever the two of you have are alone for a moment he will just hold you in his arms , giving you loving kisses while whispering sweet nothings in your ear , his deep voice rarely failing to make you blush …

< y/n , you’re so beautiful … I never want to lose you , you’re the one thing keeping me sane in this goddamn hellhole … you’re my everything … > 

He keeps this to himself , but the reason Ramon does this is also because he isn’t even sure if the two of you are going to survive your mission of getting rid of all the oppressors of hybrids in the city .

He wants his moments with you to be engraved in his memory , because if everything were to fall apart the next day he would at least remember his beloved before the end …

You’re his very own ray of hope , after all . 

[moonsanoverthinker]

Some more TMA headcanons because I’ve thought of some more. Also apologies if this list is a little more chaotic than the other one x (Here’s the first list I make incase anyone’s interested)

Also if people have their own that they’d want to add feel free to because I love reading other people’s x

There’s probably going to be some spoilers for but I’ve tried to keep it as broad as possible :) x

Tim used to steal Jon’s pens - Not because he needed them he did it to annoy Jon

Tim once hid a plastic spider in Jon’s desk then pinned it on Martin

Gerry liked to make puns, Gertrude didn’t like Gerry’s puns - Or at least she pretended not too

Peters changed the locks multiple times but Elias just keeps finding his was back in

Georgie has that really nice kind of swoopy writing - I kind of feel Sasha did as well

Distortion Micheal likes the animated Alice in Wonderland film - Can’t think why… (If I had any artistic talent I’d draw him as the Cheshire Cat but I sadly I don’t have any)

Melanie used to make loom band bracelets - She never gave them to anyone but she’d use specific colours with specific people in mind

Elias likes to shout peoples names then not answer them when they shouted back asking what he wanted

Jon owns a few packs of some nice playing cards (Like the ones with cool pictures and stuff) but no one’s allowed to use them - He let Tim use them once but after he slightly bent the corner of one they became off limits to them all

Jon drinks black coffee because it seems like the mature thing to do

Tim drinks the super sweet coffees because they taste nicer and look pretty

Elias has one of them big spinning office chairs - He’s definitely done the James Bond villain spin

Daisy once told Martin she knew a great place to hide his body - She then proceeded to leave notes around the archives to remind him - Jon would also take the notes down

Not necessarily a headcanon but I just imagine series 5 Jared Hopworth in the garden with a necklace of various body parts and bones

Occasionally Basira would just look out to the fourth wall - I’m imagining it like fleabag style

During their travelling Gerry brought Gertrude a mug from a tourist shop - She kept saying she didn’t like it but once she was back in the archives she would use it all the time

Just Jon wearing some sparkly green nail polish

On the topic of Jon’s nails imagine him with those pointy acrylics - He’d either be in his element or he’d have the same vibe as a dog trying to walk in shoes

Both Micheal and Helen just pinging rubber bands at the backs of peoples head (I’ve got no real explanation for why they do it but then again neither have they)

Jon appreciates badgers - He got a little desk calendar with different pictures of them every month

When Martin was staying in the institute Jon gave him a blanket. He took the blanket with him when he started living at home again and started using it

Tim kept every card Sasha ever gave him

Sasha has a little pot of fake flowers on her desk

Jon pretends to he surprised every time Martin gives him a present - Especially if it’s an out of the blue ‘I saw this and thought of you’ present

Sasha and Tim went ice skating together one Christmas - They claimed it was as friends but Tim did give her flowers

Also some random side notes - Slight spoilers for series 4/5

Listened to 170 and immediately started crying at the end / The descriptions in 172 made me feel physically ill as someone who really doesn’t like spiders / Also I saw a thing on TikTok where someone took Gerry asking to be called Gerry and paired it with I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski and it was more upsetting than I was expecting xx

[discotenny]

I saw this yumejo tweet once that just made me go oh.

the idea of you being your f/o's comfort character....

like imagine. you are just a fictional character they happened to find and took comfort in.. you make them imagine a better, cozier life where they feel loved.. ramuda secretly takes little photos with an acryl stand of you at the cafes he tours or sasara keeps your keychain in his pocket for good luck and gives it a kiss before his shows, uhhhh toki always watches your show to power up before beating someone up- LMAO idk but rightttt??

OOOOOOH ANON THIS IS GOOD THIS IS GOOOOOOD

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Honestly, I feel like Ichiro would be the most obvious with his fanatics. He's already been shown in canon to be an unabashed anime / manga fan so can u imagine how he'd act towards you??!?!?!

Ichi has a binder full of prints for your official art that he keeps in the Odd Jobs Yamada office. He looks at it in downtimes, kicking his feet and squealing as he stares. Ichi also scours second hand sites to try and get merch for cheaper than official. He owns pins, stickers, plushies, and SO, SO MANY KEYCHAINS.

He honestly is the one most likely to write/read fan fiction too LMAO. Shipfic, platonic fics, reader insert- it doesn't matter. Don't tell his brothers, they'd be absolutely mortified.

Ramuda secretly runs one of those Twitter accounts that take pictures of their mochis/nuis in different irl settings!!! He MAKES little outfits for a nui of you and is so proud of all of them.

For every little cafe he goes to he always makes sure to take a pic that implies cute little nui of you is the one that just demolished 3 pieces of cake.

In the times where Ramu was still working with Chuuoku, he'd pull your nui out of his pocket and talk to you while he's scheming ;_; He has the image in his mind that you're the only one that would ever accept him as he is.

But my favorite image of this ask has to be DOPPO!! DOPPO!!! DOPPOOO !!! I saw this image once of ties that have anime charas in the inside and I think it's so silly to imagine Doppo has one of those of you AHAHAHA.

Doppo can't have personal items on his desk at work, so aside from his tie he has a little keychain of you tied to his bag :C Whenever he gets in his real shitty moods Doppo holds onto it and just mutters mutters mutters.

Since Doppo is the chara that speaks the most of his personal life / inner thoughts in his raps- imagine that he frequently mentions you in his verses and ship art of you and Doppo starts floating around in the Matenro fandom LOL. He'd be so embarrassed but he'd secretly love it.

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Bonus!!

Dice keeps a mochi of you in his pocket at all times, calling it his personal good luck charm. Whenever he's gambling he squishes it real hard and always has to apologize to it after.

Saburo is the most embarrassed about having a comfort character. The most obvious he is about it is having you as his desktop background but other than that he is too embarrassed to go out and buy merch. Ichiro buys him a lil plush of you for his birthday and he starts to cryyyyy.

Hitoya keeps an acrylic standee of you on his office desk but he faces it towards his clients LMAO. He comes across as so unserious.

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jkaiofeawfewa this was such a good concept omggegwargew

[chubsonthemoon]

Binderary week 3! This is the magical Flower King by @landwriter <3 Gorgeous art by @fishfingersandscarves (thank you for letting me include it!)

This fic is the epitome of fairy tale Dreamling! It plays with the traditional fairy tale structure in delightful ways and has just the most beautiful winter atmosphere. Gloam's prose is so musical and haunting--truly the best kind of story to tell around a fire, or tucked up warm in bed!

Details and more pics under the cut <3

This one was so much fun to design! The fic takes place in the winter so I really wanted to give the book a pale blue/silver color scheme, but the title is also Flower King (and for good reason ehe--the cold has to give way to warmth at some point :3), so I also went for a green/red title page. I also leaned into the fairy tale setting with these really pretty border assets to separate each section of the fic:

The first section pictured above--and YES it ends with "THE END" but it is certainly not the end ehe. Some of that delightful play with the traditional fairy tale structure I mentioned earlier!

I also tried to mirror the progression of the events of fic with the colors of the borders. It starts out with pale/frosty blue for part I, turns to stark black and white for the very short part II, then to increasingly richer hues of blue with parts III and IV, until finally green for the return of spring/summer in part V:

I also had a lot fun with the decals on the cover, which I painted with metallic acrylic in silver, green, and blue! Not a perfect paint job baha but I really liked how it came out. You can also see the ~rainbow~ effect of the holographic HTV I used for the cover/spine titling here as well:

The edges are also fake gilded with the same metallic acrylic paint, buuuuuuut the lighting in my bathroom (where I took these photos, crouched and muttering over the fabric I used for the backdrop LOL (which I bought on clearance at Joann's for a dress I will make...one day ajslkdfjs)) made it kind of hard to photograph T_T so here it is again at my desk!

And that's all from me for this week! One more Binderary book to go, which I hope to have up before the month is out :3 (Well, hopefully. Four days may be a bit optimistic but by god I am going to try XD)

And of course, all my love and thanks to Gloam for giving me permission to bind her fantastic work <333 It was a pleasure, and I'm so happy to have your writing on my shelf!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ortho: Happy birthday, Rollo! I am excited to see you again eventhough my brother kept saying we shouldn't come. I don't care and I wanted to give you this.

Gives Rollo a fancy picture frame...

Ortho: It's hard to pick a gift best suited you and the result came because I know what you can do with the picture frame.

[Pspsppspss you should read these headcanons 👀 I will be basing Rollo and Ortho’s interaction here on these previous interactions.]

I tried to write about the trauma that Rollo and Idia experienced like how TWST itself does (ie not explicitly mentioning death but using language which implies it). I hope I did well!

“This is…”

Rollo ran a thumb along the small frame. An intricate pattern of twisting flowers made up the lower half. The foliage stretched up into clouds and strings of bells suspended in the sky of the upper half.

It was a garden and the heavens that watched over it. An untouched paradise.

He fell eerily quiet.

Ortho spoke up, a report at the ready.

"According to the data, Rollo Flamme-san has a preference for items with practical uses. Purchase history is mainly composed of necessities and minimalistic stationary items: ink and letter sets bought at the same store at the same time every day. This matches my projections based on your coursework and administrative student council activities."

Rollo's hollow eyes followed the android as he floated, encircling him. The look had been there long before Ortho had started reciting purchasing habits and academic life. The child's blue flames were indicative of some lost soul come to pay a visit.

"I wanted to locate an item that isn't finite. Something you can always keep with you when you're writing at your desk, but still practical. I ran multiple algorithms and considered all the possibilities... and this is the result!"

"A photo frame." Rollo's words were flat, not a single telltale emotion on his face. "You got me a photo frame."

"Yes!" Ortho chuckled. "Do you like it?"

"I don't understand." Rollo's expression contorted, his voice strangled. "Why this?!"

“It’s a place to put someone to look to when you’re lost,” Ortho replied softly, “someone that reminds you of your humanity."

Rollo’s thumbs bit into the frame, his nails leaving their mark. A single question tore through his mind:

Who is the monster and who is the man?

“… Can it achieve such effects, I wonder?”

“You won’t know until you try!” Ortho paused. “Oh, Nii-san says it helps keep him motivated too. He has acrylic stands that are similar. They hold his favorite paper goods and VA autographs!”

Rollo scowled at the mention of the elder Shroud. He pictured his peer’s pale face twisted into a jeering grin—and quietly seethed at the mental image. “… I believe Idia-kun and I have very different views on constitutes as appropriate material to put on display.”

“Probably!” Ortho smiled like a seraph, light catching in his lashes and golden irises. "I hope you’ll give your photo frame its own happy home, Rollo Flamme-san!!”

One look at that pure, sweet child, and he softened. A twinge of envy marred his happiness.

Idia-kun is very fortunate to have someone like Ortho-kun watching over him.

“Yes, I will do my utmost to ensure that.” He attempted to return the young boy’s smile, and only achieved a slight one.

It was the thought that counted, he supposed.

[weemssapphic]

I saw your requests are open and I was hoping you could write a Larissa x f!reader :)) reader and Larissa are already in a relationship but reader is still very shy around her. R is an artist but only ever draws plants and flowers which Larissa loves but one day she decides to draw her girlfriend and keeps the drawing hidden in her sketchbook (cause she’s shy and nervous about it) until Larissa flips through it one day and finds it. I think she would get really emotional and think that the way reader sees her is really beautiful and would be so soft with reader and shower them in so much love and affection <3

A/N: thank you so much for the request, i'm sorry it took so long and i hope it turned out to your liking <3

this is heaven

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

content: fluff, lots of fluff, brief moment of anxiety there in the middle

Art had always been a passion of yours. Every scrap of paper that found itself under your hands eventually ended up covered in doodles, the walls of your quarters were plastered with canvases of your own paintings. You worked with nearly every medium you could get your hands on, from watercolor to acrylics to oils and everything in between, though the subject matter was always the same - plants, flowers, foliage. 

The beauty of nature simply captured your eye like nothing else had ever managed to do. Until you met your girlfriend, Larissa Weems, that is. God, that woman managed to light a fire inside of you, bringing parts of your heart to life that you previously hadn’t known to exist.

You still didn’t know how you’d managed to woo a woman like Larissa but you were so grateful for it. She was everything you’d ever wanted in a partner. Months into your relationship she still made your heart flutter and butterflies erupt in your stomach every time you looked at her, and, if you were honest with yourself, her piercing gaze still managed to make you a bit nervous. You felt like a giddy, lovestruck teenager.

“Darling?” Larissa’s lilting accent pulled you out of your daydream.

“Hmm?” You hummed absentmindedly as she stepped in front you, fingers carding through your hair, crimson lips pecking your own in a chaste kiss.

“You’re staring again.” There was a teasing smirk plastered on Larissa’s face but your cheeks burned all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. 

“Don’t be sorry, I love it.” Your girlfriend wrapped her arms around you, placing her chin atop your head, and you could feel the soothing vibrations of her voice as she spoke. “I have a meeting in thirty minutes and I have to prepare. I’ll see you tonight?”

You pulled back, smiling and pressing a final kiss to her lips. “See you tonight.”

~~~

Your classes passed achingly slowly that day, your students busy with painting a still life as you sat at your desk. Having finished your grading for the week and answered all of your emails, you pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a blank page, hoping to pass the last hour of class by filling the paper with a few doodles. 

Your pencil hovered over the paper as you thought for a moment. Perhaps a simple rose, or a lily, just a little sketch to kill time. Your mind drifted back to that morning with Larissa: to the wisps of silvery hair framing her face, the angular lines of her clavicles, the curves of her hips hidden beneath her dress, the smooth muscles of her long calves.

With butterflies fluttering madly about behind your navel, you decided to try something different and started to draw, your girlfriend’s stunning form slowly taking shape underneath your pencil. It was wildly out of your comfort zone and you were sure the drawing would never see the light of day - something for your eyes alone - but it didn’t look half bad.

Your drawing was inspired by a picnic you’d gone on over the summer. Larissa had looked so stunning in a light green, sleeveless dress, one that bunched up deliciously around her tummy and thighs when she sat on the picnic blanket, revealing long, pale legs which she crossed demurely at the ankles. She’d tilted her head back to bask in the warm glow of the midday sun, looking so blissful and carefree - face devoid of any frown lines, any creases between her eyebrows or on her forehead. When she’d felt your gaze upon her, she’d smiled brightly at you, sapphire eyes shining, crinkling at the outer corners. A light flush had adorned her cheeks and you hadn’t been able to resist the urge to kiss her senseless, committing the sounds of her giggles to memory.

You were so engrossed in your sketching that you nearly jumped when the bell rang, signifying the end of your workday. You hastily shoved the sketchbook into your bag and dismissed your class, excited to spend the evening with Larissa.

~~~

Larissa let herself into your shared quarters, toeing off her heels and setting her purse down next to the door.

“Darling?” she called out, knowing your classes had already ended and you were usually home before her. 

“In here,” came your reply.

Larissa followed your voice into the kitchen, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she saw you chopping up some vegetables for dinner, focused completely on the task at hand. She came to stand behind you, pressing herself into you and kissing the sensitive spot beneath your ear, drawing a whimper from your throat.

“Hi, baby,” you breathed, setting down the knife and tilting your head to the side to give Larissa full access to your neck.

“Hi, love,” she murmured between the sloppy kisses she planted down your neck, leaving a trail of red lipstick prints in her wake.

You turned in her embrace so you could kiss her properly, groaning as her tongue parted your lips and began to explore your mouth, sliding smoothly against your own.

You pulled away reluctantly, your hands settling on her waist as you pecked her lips.

“Let me just go to the bathroom really fast and then I’ll finish prepping dinner, okay?” Larissa hummed in approval and you pressed a chaste kiss to Larissa’s cheek before padding off down the hallway.

Larissa sighed and leaned against the counter, gazing absently around the room when her eyes fell to your sketchbook poking out of your bag. She was enthralled by your artwork and loved when you’d show her what you’d drawn throughout the day. Surely you wouldn’t mind…

Curiosity got the better of her and Larissa plucked the book from your bag, flipping through it. Her lips curled into a smile at the different flowers and plants you’d drawn, some she didn’t even recognize, making a mental note to ask you about them.

Her fingers turned to the most recent page and her heart began to hammer in her chest.

She recognized the scene you’d drawn, she knew immediately the woman in the drawing was her, though it was so beautiful it made her pause. Her finger traced over her own image, enraptured. 

Larissa wasn’t blind - she knew she wasn’t unattractive. Still, she’d never thought of herself in quite that way before. As a child she was bullied for her height, her androgyny. As a teenager she’d experimented with her shapeshifting abilities, desperate to find little ways to change herself in order to make herself more palatable, to help herself blend in more.

As an adult she had accepted herself, even grown to love herself, for who she was. But the scars from her childhood remained, and would always influence the way she saw herself and presented herself to the world.

For someone to see her, all of her, and truly love her? To see the beauty in the little crinkles next to her eyes, her wide smile, her unusual height? To even draw inspiration from her? It was enough to bring Larissa to the brink of tears.

~~~

You exited the bathroom and made your way back to the kitchen, coming to a halt in front of your girlfriend, who was looking down at a book in her hands.

“Rissa?” She looked up at your voice, tears in her eyes, her lower lip wobbling ever so slightly.

You were immediately alarmed, unsure what had inspired this sudden onslaught of emotion. That’s when your eyes fell back to the book in her hands. Your sketchbook. 

Your stomach dropped and you felt your face and chest turn bright red. You knew exactly what Larissa had seen.

“Rissa, I’m, um, I didn’t mean for you to-” you stuttered, close to tears yourself as you couldn’t read the emotions on her face. You just weren’t as experienced in drawing people. What if it was no good and she felt horrible about it and you’d just made her feel awful?

“Is this how you see me?” she whispered, holding back a choked sob. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, nodding nervously, an icy cold shooting through your veins.

Larissa dropped the sketchbook unceremoniously onto the counter and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Is… is it okay?” Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, voice muffled against Larissa’s shoulder.

“Oh, darling,” Larissa leaned back, cupping your cheeks in her hands. “It’s beautiful. You make me feel beautiful.” She smiled brightly, a contrast to the tears still streaming down her cheeks. You reached up, swiping them away with the pad of your thumb.

“You are beautiful, Larissa. A silly drawing could never do you justice.” You held her gaze, staring deeply into watery sapphires, hoping she would believe every word. A lovely blush akin to a sunset tinted her cheeks at your words.

“And yet you did a marvelous job, my darling,” she murmured, taking your chin between her fingers and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

“May I keep it?” Her eyes shone brightly as they searched yours.

“You want to keep it?” You were stunned.

“I want to be able to look at it every day, so I can always remember how you see me, even on days when I don’t see myself that way.” Her smile wobbled a little and you cupped her cheek, tracing your thumb over her jaw as unshed tears of happiness glazed over your eyes.

“Of course, Larissa,” you murmured.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, picking you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle, eliciting a series of giggles from you that filled your kitchen.

When she set you down, you were out of breath and slightly dizzy, grinning up at her. 

“Were you nervous about your drawing?” she asked, looking slightly concerned as her hand came up to cup your cheek.

“A bit,” you confessed, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Darling, you are the best artist I know. You know I love everything you draw.” Larissa planted a kiss to your lips. “You have nothing to be nervous about, my dear. I love you.”

The way she looked down at you with such warmth and care in her eyes gave you a surge of confidence and you pulled out of her embrace, her eyebrows furrowing as you hopped up onto the counter and parted your legs.

“Come here,” you giggled, and Larissa came to stand between your thighs.

“You are so stunning, Larissa, it makes my heart stop when I look at you. I just had to draw you, even knowing I could never do your beauty justice.”

Larissa blushed a lovely shade of pink at your words, ducking down to tuck her face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t hide from me, my love,” you murmured. You took her hand in your own, bringing her knuckles up to your lips and kissing each one lightly before flipping her hand over and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm.

“Such beautiful hands,” your breath fluttered over her skin, sending a visible trail of goosebumps up her arm, which you chased with your lips. “Soft, perfect skin.”

Your lips reached Larissa’s shoulder and you pulled back her dress a bit to kiss the skin there. “Adorable freckles,” you giggled as you kissed your way to her neck, reveling in the airy moan she let out as your lips lingered there, sucking a bit at her pulse point.

Your lips connected with her jaw, tracing a path from left to right. “Strong jaw…” You hovered over her lips for a moment, not quite making contact before smirking and pulling away to pepper kisses all over cheeks. “Lovely, blushy cheekbones.” They were warm under your lips with the heat of her flush.

“Hair spun from moonlight,” you tucked a stray wave behind Larissa’s ear, gazing lovingly into her eyes, which stared at you with such an intensity your knees might have buckled, had you been standing. “Eyes as blue as the clearest ocean.”

Your hands worked at the buttons at the front of her dress, revealing the swell of her cleavage covered in a lacy bra, and again your lips bypassed her own as you attached them to her collarbone, nipping gently at the skin. 

“My goddess, sculpted from marble,” you whispered against her skin, your kisses moving down her sternum until you reached her breasts. You pulled her bra aside to nip and suck at the soft flesh, before flicking your tongue over her nipple. Larissa squirmed under your touch, whimpering as your teeth grazed the slowly hardening bud.

Your hands soothed over her hips before coming to rest on her ass, roughly palming her through her dress, drawing a moan from her chest.

“Darling,” she panted, and you glanced up at her. “Just kiss me already.”

You surged up, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss which Larissa immediately deepend, licking into your mouth and letting out a heavenly whine.

“Let me worship you?” You murmured against her lips. If the responding moan wasn’t answer enough, surely the way Larissa gripped your thighs and dragged you closer to her was.

You allowed yourself to be dragged to the bedroom and all you could think was that this, right here, Larissa’s fingers threaded through your own, her lips attacking every bit of skin they could reach, this was heaven.

x

[spidrstar]

HE AINT SHIT pt 1.

★ pairings: aged up e!42 miles!morales x latina!reader

★ slowburn? maybe?? idk.. (prob not) characters are 18+ in this story they’re in their mid twenties. mentions of going to the club

★ warnings: as i write this story it will be slightly suggestive in some parts, if that bothers u dni.. LMAO

★ a/n: pls enjoy i put a lot of effort into this 🥹 i’ll be adding a link to a playlist i made you could listen to when reading abt miles lmk what y’all think.

★ summary: You’re tired of a sad excuse of a man you call your boyfriend making empty promises, so one night you decide not to let your time out go to waste and you step into a club. Someone catches your eye, and maybe your number too.

★ part 2

mwah

“Had a chance you still never came through

You say you wanna come see me

‘Cause your girlfriend wanna be me, uh”

- long way 2 go : cassie

Mouthing these lyrics you look up and smile at yourself in the mirror, clipping on your gold hoops in between your ear lobes. Absolutely loving your look tonight, it only made your smile grow wider knowing exactly what this look was for.

A date

It had been a while since you’ve gone on a date, your last date was about a month ago since you started dating your boyfriend, Kole. You had started to think he really wasn’t taking your relationship seriously after the 3rd time he stood you up, but 2 nights ago he smothered you in kisses and had promised you he would make it up to you by quote on quote ‘rocking your world’ tonight. The thought only making you chuckle lightly.

So of course you being the girl you are, you made sure you looked your best tonight. You had wore your newly bought two piece red lace set from victoria’s secret, not only that but you basically showered yourself in your veryyy expensive perfume. You made sure this night was going to be perfect. You finished curling your hair the way Kole liked and twisted the cable around the curling iron, leaving it out on your desk to cool down.

You clipped on your gold necklace with your name written in cursive and took one last look at your makeup close up, making sure it hadn’t creased. You tapped on your phone with a freshly manicured acrylic, the screen reading 7:40 pm. Your date was at 8 o’clock and you made sure you were going to be there on time. You stood up from your vanity and headed to your shoe rack and picked out your black heels, stepping into them you grab your black Kate Spade purse and headed towards the door.

Keys in hand, you tap your phone noticing you had 10 minutes left to be there on time. You rush into the elevator down the hall and press the 1A button. As you walked out of your building you rummage through your keychains finding your car keys and pressing the unlock button. 6 minutes left, you drove over to the new Italian restaurant that opened up down the block. Luckily for you, there was a parking spot right in front of the restaurant waiting for you. You paid for the parking spot and headed in, taking a quick look at your travel size mirror making sure you looked as cute as you did when you stepped out the house.

You headed in, making sure the lady at front seated you in your reserved seat you asked for a cup of water. Your mouth felt dry because for some reason you felt nervous, it has been a while since you’ve been out on a fancy date so maybe you forgot the feeling. You waited what felt like 10 minutes, the cup already empty you tapped your phone on the table and it read 8:10 pm. You unlocked it and pressed imessage. You felt slight anger and sadness, in high hopes of Kole not pulling the same shit he does on every date. Sending half angry messages, you checked the last message he had sent you was at 2:30 pm. You scoffed and thought, ‘Huh, guess that’s how much i truly mean to him.’

my love❣️: where are you??

my love❣️: Kole te lo juro, if i don’t see you walk through the entrance in the next 5 minutes.

my love❣️: I can’t believe you’re doing this shit again.

You set your phone down sighing, your lips curling down into a slight frown. You decided to wait it out, hoping he was playing some sick joke on you. More than a few minutes had passed and you tapped your phone again, this time it read 8:38 pm. You got up from your seat angrily, heading towards the front desk lady letting her know you would be leaving. You stormed out of the restaurant, you were so eager to try their food and your ‘boyfriend’ stood you up again. You had put so much effort into getting ready for him tonight, really believing he would keep his promise. Heading to your car a thought popped into your head, glancing across the street and reading a sign that read Starry Nights in neon blue. You glanced back at the time you had paid for your parking, and you had plenty of time left.

You basically speed walked to the club entrance, you weren’t going to let all your effort go to waste. You stepped into the club scanning for a bar, as you so desperately needed a drink to drown the sadness from being stood up for the 4th time. You pushed your way through once you had spotted it and sat down with a sigh, asking the barista for the strongest drink they had. While waiting you took in your surroundings, noticing all the different color dimmed lights. Watching all the people dancing closely against each other you had the urge to go and let loose but you didn’t. You held back, you weren’t reallyy in the mood and the last thing you needed was some creep trying to take you home.

You turned around checking if the barista was done with your drink, but had noticed they were making other orders too. So whilst you kept patiently waiting, you picked up your phone and checked your notifications in hopes of Kole answering. Oh how wrong you were, you read ‘no new notifications’ and closed your eyes and let out a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. What you needed was something, someone to distract you from this situation before you started bursting out into tears. No matter how angry you were, you knew you were still hurt.

Glancing to the side searching for a distraction you notice a tall dark skinned male with two braids flowing down his neck, interested you eye the rest of him down and he wore black cargo pants with a plain black t-shirt complimented by a silver chain, a purple zip up accompanying it and a pair of limited edition air jordans.

You quickly drag your eyes back up in hopes of catching what his face looked like, instead you hear the barista place your drink in front of you. You turn your head giving them a smile uttering out a quick ‘Thank you’ and turning back around. The barista seemed to have been making both yours and his order at once because he also had a freshly poured drink in his grip.

Your eyes glistening with anticipation wanting oh so bad to see what this man looked like. He finally turned his head enough for you to get a view of his side profile, a fresh fade and a shiny silver stud clinging onto his earlobe complimenting his strong jawline and cute dimples. He smiled at the barista and turned his head in your direction, you quickly diverted your attention elsewhere taking a sip from your cup nervously.

He grinned at your reaction and spoke up, “You here by yourself nena?” you perked up and turned to look at him again surprised by his low husky voice. “Yeah,” you say with a hint of embarrassment and sadness, you stared at the ground. He turned his body full attention on you eyeing you up and down. If looks could kill you would probably be dead by now from the way his half hooded eyes stared at you. His grin slightly grew, “And whys that? Te ves demasiado bella para que estés aquí sola.” A slight giggle escaped your lips at that comment and you looked up at him again, “Bueno, let’s just sayy someone made empty promises. I got stood up.” He scoffed as if he didn’t believe you.

“Some balls you gotta have to do that to a girl like you. What’s your name preciosa?” You smile at the nickname he gave you, moving slightly closer you answered. “Y/N, and yours?” his hand found its way to your waist gripping it slightly. Looking at you eyes half lidded he answered, “Miles.” You stared at his lips, even the way he said his name was attractive. You both stared at each other for what felt like 20 seconds and got lost in the moment, leaning closer into each other, lips inches apart. That was until you snapped out of it and thought, ‘i have a boyfriend i can’t be doing this.’ You had just realized how close you both were and turned your head to the side slightly moving his hand from your waist.

Even though you were mad and didn’t want to admit it in that moment, you still loved Kole and you weren’t sure if you really wanted to throw your relationship down the drain just like that for a guy you had just met. As good as he looks you wouldn’t be able to do it just like that, maybe Kole would redeem himself.

“I—I can’t, i have a boyfriend.” He seemed unamused and furrowed his brows, gently grabbing your chin he turned it back towards him making you look up. “Don’t do that mami, he obviously ain’t givin’ you the attention you deserve.” He glanced at your lips leaning closer towards your neck, the musky smell of his cologne filling up your nostrils. As hard as you were trying to resist you found yourself giving in, muttering out a low “You don’t know that.”

Pulling you closer by the waist he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “I do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” You subconsciously moved closer and from there he placed soft kisses down your neck. One hand resting on the side of his neck, you let your head fall back and let a low moan slip. That sound was all it took to bring you back to reality, you slightly pushed him back.

At this point, the thought of Kole had slipped your mind, at the back of your head you knew if he wasn’t going to fulfill your needs and treat you right someone else definitely would. His free hand snaked up your thigh as he spoke softly, “I’m what you need ma, just lemme prove it to you.” You hesitated, not sure if this was the right thing to do. “I don’t know, i really love him and—“ That was until you felt his hand go higher, cutting you off “Say yes, mami.”

Biting your lower lip you gave in, “Alright, fine just give me a few days to think.” you slipped out your phone and passed it to him. He grinned saving his contact in your phone, with that he placed another sweet kiss on your neck. “See you Friday, mi amor.” he said, as if ignoring what you had just said. His hands moving away from your body, a low whine escaped your lips at the lingering feeling as he disappeared into the crowd.

On your way out the club you had so many thoughts racing through your head. You felt so dizzy, you had only taken one sip from your drink and it still had an effect on you. Tapping on your phone, the screen read 10:47 pm, you also had 5 messages from Kole from about an hour ago and 3 missed phone calls and 2 missed FaceTime calls. You rolled your eyes thinking, ‘Now he decides to care.’

You got into your car and rested your head on the steering wheel for a few minutes trying to wait out your pounding headache and the pain you felt coming from the heel of your feet. Turning your head to the side, sighing with closed eyes you opened them back up. Glancing back at your phone, you saw his name.

Miles.

★ translations: te lo juro - i swear || te ves demasiado bella para que estés aquí sola - you look too beautiful to be here alone || bueno - well, good (in this case it’s used as well) || preciosa - precious

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[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

hello!! sorry if this is a little late, but i'd love a peek at your triwizard tournament mockumentary! or the daily prophet one :) both are so intriguing

🥹 i'd love to share them both with you!

mockumentary, also known as fic number thirteen: triwizard tournament, is something i'm so excited about 😂

Harry and Tom are from competing schools; Tom hails from the dark and mysterious Durmstrang, arriving as the much-lauded obvious pick, while Harry is just your average guy from Hogwarts with no intention of joining. The whole documentary is supposed to be about the revival of the Triwizard Tournament, with interviews on the most promising students and many professors... but something unexpected happens. Quickly, the tournament becomes less that and more 'how long until Harry and Tom figure out they have the hots for each other and need to bang like rabbits before the sexual tension kills everyone in Hogwarts, including the international delegates.'

a cut below: Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin seventh-year, sits carelessly on a leather chair beside the roaring common room fireplace. The camera frames his pale face, his paler hair catching the warm blazing glow, and paler still blue eyes casting golden so bright it nearly hurts to look at, perfectly.  “Who do I think is going to be the Hogwarts Champion?” He repeats and reaches up to casually adjust his Head Boy pin. It only takes him another moment of… preening? Before he finally responds, “Me, of course.” Off-camera, someone from the other side of the common room laughs.

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unnamed fic number 12, also known as daily prophet, is an odd one 🤪

writing this on 100% vibes - right now it's more of a fashion model Tom and photographer Harry sort of thing - here's a cut

Lavender squealed, “I thought you’d never ask! So I’m here to commission you on a fun little project over in the fashion sect! You’ll just love this; we’re-“ Harry cut her off, “Whoa-whoa, hold on. I can’t accept any extra work right now. I’m already up to my lenses editing the nature spread, not to mention Hermione’s recent poli-feature-" “But Harry,” Lavender stretched his name with a whine, “you barely had to work for Hermione’s thing! And you got to, like, go to all those cool press events or whatever!” She reached across his desk, and her acrylic claw-like nails grabbed onto his arm. “Anyway,” she continued. “It’s not like you have a life. What do you even do outside of this place?” Harry’s brows furrowed. His mouth tried to form words, but he could barely bite out, “I go places. I have friends!” “Yeah, yeah,” She nodded and looked very unconvinced. “Totally.”

if you'd like to send me a wip, please do! my ask box is open 🥹

[saharaadesertt]

˖˚˳⊹Blue Lock University: an Uni AU (pt 2)˖˚˳⊹

included: aryu, bachira, barou, hiroi, kunigami, niko, ootoya, yukimiya

note: back at it again thanks to the support of part one (thank you so much!)

all of my HC's are not canon, if there are any overlaps i most likely did not see them :3

aryu

definitely in fashion

makes it known that he is in fashion 😭

dresses for his 9am class looking like he walked straight out of the MET gala

known around campus for his consistent outfits and hair

despises any classes but his major work and complains about it

makes his own clothes and people watches the campus to find someone "glam" enough to model for him

probably makes clothes encrusted in diamonds, super flashy

bachira

takes after his mother and is in art

ngl i feel like bachira can make some pretty good surrealist art, he legit has a monster inside him

works with acrylic paints and watercolor

always has his headphones on playing music around campus

wears the most comfy clothing that can easily be washed or discarded if they are ruined by paint

sometimes does collab pieces with his mom :')

barou

hotel management... it suits him

the cleanest person on earth... roommates want to be with him

has more free time than most so tends to play video games and read novels

also a gym bro/fitness buff

wouldn't be surprised if he was into bodybuilding as well

drinks protein shakes like water and eats healthy asf

most definitely a good cook

loves to have guests over and treat them with hospitality!

hiroi

animation!

wants to work in video games

goes to college out of state because he wants to get away from his parents as evident from his accent

one of the most laid-back students ever

usually attends class with earbuds or headphones in

a natural at tweening and programming

actually pretty good at math if needed as well

the type to sleep in and miss class but preform well when needed

kunigami

idk why but he screams history major?

either that or something in humanities

i think before he was the wild card pick he would've made a great teacher

maybe something in education for him? hmmm

either way he's a good student

always is in class and gets top marks

also another gym rat

probably hangs out at the gym with barou

super knowledgable about his craft and also a trivia buff

niko

again, hear me out

i feel like he would be a good writer

literary arts or creative writing

probably writes super edgy things ngl

a homebody

the type to have a lot of stationary and pens at his desk

i think he's a neat freak but less so than barou

enjoys writing about people he sees people watching

ootoya

another business frat major type of dude

the definition of a player but one day a player girl will break his heart, give him karma, and change his ways

dresses pretty well and looks low effort at the same time

loves going out until 4am

messy asf

the type that never does his dishes

barou would beat his ass

yukimiya

a fellow fashion major, business+advertising minor

probably recruited by ayru for modeling

due to his eye condition, he tends to stay late in the studio in order to complete deadlines

a huge fan of the beanie + long coat + turtleneck combo

super popular among the girls but he doesn't really care because he's all about chasing the BAG

started his own glasses company with cute frames that is doing fairly well

[marvelthottie]

New Set

Steven Grant x BLACK Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI,heavy steven centric, subby steven is my weakness,hand kink but not really but maybe so 😝

Steven was obsessed with your hands; well, your nails, you’ve noticed. You and Steven have been friends for a long time, ever since he started teaching night classes at your college. You taught a creative lesson on Wednesday and Friday nights. He taught History of Ancient Egypt, a small class, but his students were just as eager to learn as he was to teach. Sometimes when you give your students the last 20 minutes to do an open writing assignment, you would cross the hall to watch them ramble about the Egyptian Goddess of the day. But little did you know that as much as you watch Steven, he watches you twice as much, especially your hands.

Steven would call himself a dork, yes, and oddball maybe, a history nerd definitely, but with you, he feels like Steven. Whenever you’d go out to lunch before class, he watched you ramble about all the stories your students came up with. You always talked with your hands, he noticed, your perfectly manicured acrylic nails clacking as you exaggerate your points.

But tonight, he couldn’t keep himself from staring back at you when you walked in and leaned against the back wall as he was rambling about the wonderful Taweret. You were wearing a brown blazer with a white turtle neck, a matching brown shirt, and white ankle boots to pull the outfit together. But his gaze stopped at your hands; you were holding one of your favorite mugs. This time around, your nails were medium-length, white coffin nails. Steven’s very proud of his knowledge of getting your nails done. Your hands were always one of his favorite parts of you, though he’d never tell. And if you’d ask, he’d always say your brilliant mind.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and sadly took his gaze from you and looked at the time; he realized his excited rambles had taken his class over nearly 10 minutes.

“Alright, everyone, I’ve talked your heads off. Let's get you all packed up and ready to go.” He watched as you walked towards his desk, eyes shamelessly watching the skirt cling to your brown legs.

His class cleared out quickly, seeing as it was a Friday Night and his class was barely six people.

“Hey, Steven,” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Hey, done for today?”

“Yeah, told the class once they’re done with their writing, pack up and head out whenever.” You take another sip, slower, noticing his eyes tracking the movement.

You don’t know if it was genuine curiosity or mischief feeling but you couldn’t help to tease him.

“Steven?” you drawled out his name, to which he answered with intrigued yes. “ You’re obsessed with my hands, always staring but never commenting. Do you not like my nails?” You questioned, setting down your mug and standing in front of him as he stood behind his desk.

“No, love, that's not it.” He exclaimed, flushed and running a hand through his messy curls. “ I love them all the shapes and sizes, colors and gems. To be honest, this set is very plain for you.” He said, eyes widening, “ Not that there’s anything wrong with them. They're pretty, you’re pretty, and your hands are lovely. I quite like your hands, as you may know.”

You could see Steven get even redder when he took a second to realize what he had said. You walked around his desk, moving him over so you were between his legs. You grabbed his fidgeting hands, noticing he drew in a sharp breath. “ Stephen, do you like my hands?

“Yes,” he replied

“And do you want me to touch you with my hands?”

“God, yes, love,” he whispered.

You smiled, looking into his eyes, then you let your hands wander from his shoulders to his surprisingly muscular arms to his abs, to the bulge growing in his slacks.

“ Wait, as much as I want this, and I swear I do, but we c—“

You cut him off with a kiss, “ If you’re worried about being caught, Steven, then you’ll have to be quiet.” You smirked as he let off a soft whimper.

“Fuck”, he moaned softly as you unbuttoned his pants, gently pulling him out so as not to scratch him.

You stroked him from base to tip, going slow as to tease. You repeated the motion and squeezed softly when you to the head, watching as precum wet your hand. You wanted to make him beg for it, wanting to watch him fall apart, but you couldn’t. You knew the janitor would be around sooner rather than later; you had to make this quick.

You firmly stroked his cock, earning a hiss from Steven, which quickly turned to whimpers as you quickened your pace.

Steven thrusts into your hand; his hands balled to his sides, hushed heavy breaths coming from him. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, trying so hard to be good.

All you can hear is the squelching sound of his cock as you work him closer to completion.

You could hear the janitor next door cleaning your room, and you grabbed his cock with your other hand, applying pressure to the base and twisting the other on his tip.

“Y/N,” he whined, “ I won’t last.”

“That’s the point, Steven, cum for me, cum all over my hand. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”

Maybe it was your words or your hands on him, but you watched as he gasped, eyes rolling back as his orgasm punched out of him. He came all over your hands, even some hitting your thighs and the bottom of your skirt, but you didn’t care. You watched Steven cum, pleasure clouding his features as he shivered from the aftershocks.

You tucked him back in his pants, using the tissue of his desk to try and clean any evidence of what transpired. He sat down and slumped in his chair from the pleasure.

He looked at you dazed, smiling softly, “So, what color are you getting next?”

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Month of Emmet Quick Write #16

Prompt #16: Hat

Back together at last! It's the day Ingo and Emmet are both due to feature on the Multi Line at the same time (with new pokémon to boot). And to celebrate Emmet returning to the station after a much-needed vacation, a few tag-alongs decide to show up and keep him company. One's made of acrylic, though.

Read the whole thing below the cut.

“Bossman! Your coffee has arrived!”

Emmet looked up from his stack of paperwork as both Cameron and Ramses eased their way into his shared office, the two men waltzing up to his desk saddled with bags and drink carriers. “Coffee? For me?” Emmet asked sarcastically. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

“We really shouldn’t have. The price has gone up a whole dollar,” Ramses grunted. “Costed me a pretty poké just to get coffee for all the joes on shift. Oh, and apparently, the heating element in the coffee shop was broken so I had them make you cold brew instead, boss. No espresso. No additives.” Ramses then plucked up a clear plastic cup and delicately set it down on the desk, rattling the ice around in the cup. “Bitter and strong, just the way you like it for some reason. Here’s your concrete juice, boss.”

“Oh, that’s a new one,” Cameron commented, stealing his own drink from a drink carrier. “I thought we agreed to call it wet tar. Liquid death. Ye olden sludge- “

Emmet took an experimental sip of the almost black mixture in the cup, not quite sure how to feel about the icy temperature or the strange smoothness of the drink. The flavor of the brew was spot on, though. He took another sip, leaning back in his chair. “Concrete juice is funnier, though. Sounds like poison.”

Ramses smirked. “See? You gotta switch it up, Cam.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Says the guy that only ever orders tea from a coffee shop,” Cameron retorted, taking a muffin from one of the other bags on the desk.

“Listen here. The chai that the shop sells is amazing. Don’t you ever shit on my tea.”

“Whatever, old man.”

“Take you and your overly-sweet, tooth-rotting frappuccino out of here, Cam.”

“You’re just mad your tea has barely any flavor.”

“Stop arguing.” Emmet waved the two depot agents out of his office, immediately going back to his schedule, albeit with his mood brightened by his coffee. It wasn’t his favorite but it was quite good.

Within the hour, Emmet’s break would be over. He was due to board the Multi Line with Ingo and show him the ropes for how it worked and to Emmet’s excitement, they would get to battle in tandem. And to Emmet’s further excitement, both he and Ingo would be battling with new pokémon, something both Cameron and Cloud had been chomping at the bit to see.

The door to the office clicked open, Ingo striding in as he set down his coat on his desk. “Emmet! Good morning!” his brother called, his eyes crinkled in an easy smile.

“Good morning, Ingo!” Emmet grinned. “You seem awfully chipper today. How were the morning lines? Pleasant?”

“They were quite nice, indeed,” Ingo commented, readjusting his shirt and tie as he moved over to the private pc within their office. “Many of the commuters have been very kind and welcoming to me ever since I reappeared at this station. I have received quite a few welcome back presents.” And as if to prove his point, the moment Ingo finished up by the pc and opened his locker, a massive bag fell out and onto the floor. “...Egads.”

Emmet peered over at his brother’s locker, sighting quite a few things. Cards, pens, books, and even a few plush dolls. No foodstuffs.

“Oh! And I have something for you!”

Emmet blinked. “For me? What is it?”

Ingo fixed his hair in the locker mirror before walking over to his brother, holding out a clenched hand. “A commuter wanted me to give this to you on account of allegedly being too afraid to do so themself. Might you know anything about why that might be?”

Emmet shook his head. “I am the scary twin. You should know this by now.”

Regardless, Ingo shook his head and opened his palm revealing- 

“A shiny Joltik charm?!” Emmet immediately snatched up the item, finding out that the tiny accessory was a pin in disguise. “For me? Aww, you shouldn’t have! This is fantastic!”

“The commuter in question was adamant that you would like it. I am happy to see that they were certainly on the right track. If I happen to see them again, I will inform them that their intuition was correct.”

Emmet had a better idea. He picked up his hat from where it sat on the coat rack by the door and carefully affixed the Joltik charm to the top of his hat like a badge of honor. “There! Now, it is obvious that I received it. That way, if I happen to be near the passenger who gifted me with the charm, they will know that I liked their present.”

Ingo smiled. “Very well! But it’s nearing the end of the hour and we must be off toward the Multi platform.”

“Are you excited?” Emmet asked, rising from his chair. “This is going to be the first time we’ve battled side-by-side since you arrived home. You’re sure you’re ready?”

“Positively! I have been waiting earnestly to realign my tracks with yours and battle beside you once again.” Ingo threw his coat back on and straightened out his brand-new cap, checking the line of pokéballs at his side. “Words cannot describe how… uncanny it was not having you to battle alongside so long ago. But! Now we are both coupled together again! Do you think the passengers will be excited that we will once again be a two-car train?”

“Positively! Ingo, all of the challenger spots for the Multi Line have been booked out for an entire month. Or have you just not noticed?”

“I haven’t.” Ingo then shook his head and walked over to Emmet, handing him his coat. “Enough chit-chat. Let us be off, Emmet! We shouldn’t disappoint our challengers by delaying any further.”

“Fine, fine. Right behind you, Ingo!”

As Emmet snagged his hat off of the coat stand, he felt something wiggle around under his cap, tiny poking sensations nestling under his cap. “Hmm?” He then took off his cap, his eyes widening. “Oh! My hat is infested with Joltiks!”

“Woe, the plague be upon ye,” Ingo quoted without missing a beat. He then paused, reaching under his own cap to retrieve a plump Joltik that had tried to nest in his hair. “If only I could hide Litwicks in my own cap.”

“You could if you tried!” Emmet pointed out. “But then you’d have candle wax in your hair.”

“My hat would burst into flames, Emmet. That’s the other important thing.”

“All I’m hearing are excuses.”