#bc snakes do have belly buttons

[blanketorghost]

Twst conveniently hiding floyd's midriff right at the point where his belly button (if he had one) should be in the Stitch event cards...

I see you twst artists.

I see what you're doing.

[mamaestapa]

Closer|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: After the first pre-season game of the season, Joe helps you become somebody else while you help him get away from himself…

•word count: 4.4k

•warnings: SMUT, inspired by the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving) ,foreplay, hair pulling kink, whipped cream, belly shots, brief blindfolding (inspired by @tigertales9 fic) reader has a belly button piercing (even if you don’t have one, you do for this fic bc it’s so hot), blood, choking, SMUT, this is pure filth (i think it’s so cringe i’m so sorry babes😭)

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as you waited for Joe to get back home from Paycor stadium.

Tonight was the first pre-season game of the 2023 season. While Joe wasn't able to play tonight due to his calf strain (and the Bengals not playing starters), you still attended the game to show your support for your boyfriend and his team. The game didn't quite go the way you or the fans had hoped, but you had to remind yourself—It's just pre-season.

During the game, you sat up in the suite with Morgan, Holly, Jess, and some of the other Bengals WAGS. As you sat up in the suite, you split your attention between the game and your phone—scrolling through Instagram and Twitter to try and find a photo or a video of Joe. Since he wasn't playing tonight, you weren't seeing much of him. As soon as you opened Twitter, you came across a video of Joe on the sidelines.

You pressed play, eyes widening as you watched the clip. Joe was wearing a black shirt and shorts with the Bengals logo on both articles of clothing. His right calf was covered with a black sleeve and he had on a bucket hat. In the video he took the hat off, running his fingers through his grown out hair before putting a backwards cap on instead. 

Your heart raced and you crossed your legs as the video came to an end. Joe looked insanely hot on the sidelines in all black wearing a backwards cap. Something about that look had you going absolutely feral and feeling your pulse in other areas.

You shut your phone off and set it down in your lap. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth as you looked out onto the field, watching the rest of the game.

You couldn't wait for the game to be over...

So here you are now a couple hours later: sitting on the couch and waiting for Joe to come home. Just as you picked up your phone to check the time, Joe entered the house through the garage. He set his belongings down on the counter, huffing out a loud sigh as he did so. You chuckled to yourself and got up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. A small smile pulled at Joe's lips as he looked at you.

"Hey hot stuff." you greeted as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. Joe chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Hey yourself."

You hummed and pulled away from Joe, looking into his soft blue eyes. Your eyes scanned Joe's figure, taking in his beautiful eyes, his chiseled jawline, and that stupid backwards cap that had you feeling things you shouldn't be feeling. You brought a hand up to Joe’s head, slightly tipping the cap back which made Joe chuckle.

“What?” you asked coyly, even though you knew exactly what he was going to say to you.

“You have that look on your face.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Joe smirked and snaked his arms back around your waist, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel the warmth radiating off of both of your bodies as you stood pressed against each other. Joe leaned in to the side of your head, his voice growing lustful as he spoke into your ear.

“You know exactly what look I’m talking about sweetheart…”

You pulled back from Joe, looking up at him with a slight smirk on your face. You brought your hand back up to the backwards cap on his head.

“You looked so good tonight Joey, in your all black and your backwards cap…” you sighed blissfully, “something about you on the sidelines has me all worked up.” Joe‘s eyes grew dark with lust as he smirked down at you. He gently squeezed your waist as he said, “Well maybe we should do something about that.”

“Maybe we should…” You trailed off. Before you knew it, your lips were smashed against Joe’s as you rushed into the bedroom, taking the cap off of his dark blonde hair and tugging at the hem of his black shirt.

…

Joe hooked his fingers underneath your t-shirt, ripping the black material off your body with ease as he continued to kiss you hungrily, wanting to taste more than just your soft lips. Joe's veiny hands gripped your bare sides as he pushed you up against the wall of his bedroom. His blue eyes grew dark with lust as he gazed down at your breasts sitting perfectly in a red, lace pushup bra. It was Joe's favorite bra of yours. It never failed to grow his arousal even more.

"Much better." Joe smirked as he eyed your perky breasts. He harshly cupped your left breast, digging his digits into the cup as he kissed along your jawline. Your breathing grew shallow as he bit at your skin. You threw your head back at the feeling of his lips, bringing your hands up to his unruly dark blonde waves and tugging at the tips as Joe began to suck harshly at your neck.

"Mmm," you moaned out as Joe's kisses grew sloppier. He pulled his face away from your neck, smirking slyly at you as he toyed with the waistband of your jean shorts. He slipped two fingers into your pants, brushing them up against your clothed core. You gasped as Joe's fingers teased your sensitive clit through the lace, his movements making the wetness between your thighs more apparent. Joe gave you a sultry look with his tongue pressed against the side of his mouth as he pulled his hand out of your shorts. Joe harshly pulled you away from the wall, pushing you down flat onto the bed instead. You let out a breath as excitement swirled through your body. You haven't been this way with Joe in a long time.

Joe ripped your buttoned shorts open with ease, slowly sliding them down your legs before tossing them to the floor next to the bed. His lustful eyes scanned over your body. He looked at your face first taking in those doe eyes and your plump lips. His eyes trailed down to your chest, his heart was racing as he looked at your breasts sitting perfectly in the cups lined with lace. He then trailed his eyes further, a smirk pulling at his lips as he looked at your perfectly pierced belly button and your lace covered core. You were the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

As Joe looked at your figure, an idea came to his mind. Something he's never done before, but something he's wanted to try for a long time. He reached out to the bedside table and grabbed what he was thinking of.

"Put this on..." Joe trailed off, handing you his black headband with the Bengals logo in the middle. You eyed Joe as you took the headband from him, sliding it onto your forehead and wearing it just like he did. Joe shook his head at you and leaned in to grab the headband, pulling it down so your eyes were covered.

"There we go." He whispered huskily, his arousal growing at the sight of you blindfolded by his headband. "What are you doing?" You asked, voice quiet and also slightly confused. Joe has never blindfolded you before.

"You'll see." Joe purred as he trailed a hand down your body. Your core ached and your heart fluttered at the thought of trying something different with Joe. Not only were you excited, but your body was excited, too. You closed your eyes as they were met with darkness from the headband. You couldn't see anything, but you could hear everything going on. Joe grabbed the whipped cream and the bottle of rosé from the bedside table. He took the lid off of the whipped cream, shaking it before taking the lid off and putting it in between his lips. He spit the lid out, the red cap hitting the wall behind the two of you before it fell to the floor.

Joe eyed your breasts as he shook the can of whipped cream in one hand. He reached out for you with his other hand, placing it on your left rib. His long, skilled fingers slowly trailed up your sides, making you shiver at the sensation. Joe unclasped your bra, wetting his lips as he watched the red material fall from your chest, letting your breasts free. Joe pressed the white tip of the whipped cream can. He made a circular motion with the can as he sprayed the cream onto your hard nipples. As soon as he was satisfied with the amount, he threw the can to the side and immediately attached his mouth to the sensitive bud, sucking at the sweet cream that adorned your breasts. His tongue swirled over each of your nipples, making sure to lap up every last bit of the sweet cream.

"Oh Joe," you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of Joe's tongue swirling around your hard nipples. You could feel yourself getting wetter just from him lapping up the whipped cream. Joe chuckled at your reaction as he detached his lips from your right breast. He leaned over and grabbed the bottle of rosé off of the bed and pulled the cap off with a slight pop. You pulled Joe's headband off of your eyes just in time to see him bring the tip of the bottle down to your belly, letting it rest against your skin as he poured the rosé into your belly button. He eyed you as he quickly slurped the rosé as some of the liquid trickled down your sides

"That's new." You said, an amused smile on your face as you watched Joe slurp the rose out of your belly button. Joe's never done belly shots from you either...

Tonight is already proving to be one of those nights where you and Joe help each other become someone else together, not only romantically but sexually, too.

Slurping out all the rosé, Joe bit down on the jewelry adorning your navel. He loved to play with your piercing during sex. Something about the silver diamond jewelry just got him even more excited. You brought your hands down to Joe's hair, running your nails over his scalp as he continued to bite at and play with your navel piercing. You bit your lip and let out a soft whimper as he tugged harshly at the ring while gently cupping your breasts as he did so.

You could feel Joe's chuckle vibrate against your belly. "You like that?" he asked, a teasing smirk on his face as he looked up at you through his lashes. "Mhm..." You trailed off, your response coming out as a blissful moan. It was hard for you to form words right now with the way Joe was teasing you. Joe smirked as he kissed down your belly, his hot breath against the skin of your abdomen making that warmth pool in your belly already. Tonight was supposed to be about you taking care of Joe, but right now, it seemed like Joe was taking care of you instead. Joe stopped his trail of kisses once he got to the waistband of your lace panties. Your eyes widened in disbelief, your heart pounded with excitement, and your pulse was felt in your most intimate area as you watched Joe hook his finger into the waistband of your panties. But his finger wasn't the only thing trying to take your panties off...

Joe lowered his head so that he was now lined up with your clothed core that was practically dripping just from the sight of him. He kept his blue eyes locked on yours as he bit down on the waistband of your red panties. He slowly started to pull the fabric away from your waist. You lifted your legs slightly, giving Joe just enough room to slide pull your panties down your legs with his mouth. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Not only could you not believe what you were seeing, but you loved what you were seeing. You've never seen Joe act this way before. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at your aching, dripping womanhood made you feel another level of turned on you've never quite felt before. Joe ripped your panties out of his mouth and threw them off to the side with the pile of other clothes. He lowered his head back down to your dripping core, his tongue instantly lapping at your glistening folds.

"Oh- fuck..."you whimper out as Joe ate you out like a starved man. Joe chuckled against your folds, the vibration sending what felt like an electric shock through your body as it made you jolt. Joe brought his veiny hands up to your thighs, keeping your legs spread open as he buried his tongue into you. He moaned against your core as the taste of your sweet juices hit his taste buds. You tasted like sweet honey...

"You taste so good, Y/n." Joe praised as he took a hand off of your thigh, placing it onto your womanhood and letting his thumb rub circles against your clit as he continued to lap at your soaked core. The feeling of both Joe's tongue and fingers sent you over the edge, turning you into a whimpering and quivering mess in no time. You bucked your hips slightly as Joe's movements quickened. His jaw clenched with each swipe of his tongue and the muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke of his thumb. Your chest heaved as Joe licked a stripe up your core.

"Fuck Joey, don't stop..."

You brought your hands down to the back of your boyfriends head, gripping the ends of his hair as you pushed him closer to your center. Joe panted against you, feeling your walls clench around his tongue as you grew close to your first orgasm of the night. You let out a whimper as Joe pressed down on your lower belly with his hand. He knew you were getting close from the way the your chest rose and fell, and how your hips were bucking every time his tongue swirled over your clit.

"That's it baby," Joe praised, "Let me taste you."

You let out a few more whimpers, moaning Joe's name in pleasure as you felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly. Soon enough, your chest was heaving as it all came crashing down and you were overcome with complete pleasure and bliss. Joe lapped up your juices with his tongue, pulling his face away from your soaked core. He licked his lips dry, making sure to get every last drop of you into his mouth. Joe smirked as he watched you come down from your orgasmic high, your heaving chest soon going back to its normal rythmuc rising and falling.

"I don't think I've ever seen you cum that hard." He smirked, a sense of pride in his tone as he spoke. "That was hot."

“All because of you.” You replied, still trying to catch your breath and recover from your climax.

Joe pulled you up into a sitting position before crashing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trailing your hands down his back as your nails dug into his skin. You could taste yourself on Joe's lips as the two of you shared a passionate kiss. As his toned body was pressed against yours, you could feel Joe's erection poking at your thigh. It was his turn to be taken care of now. You were going to help him get away from himself for a few minutes...

You pulled away from Joe, smirking up at the blonde quarterback as your hand traveled south, brushing over his erection as you spoke, "Your turn, Joey."

Joe bit his lip in anticipation as he watched you slide out from the bed, moving so that you were now directly in front of him. You gave Joe a sultry look as you slowly got down on your knees in front of him. Despite his calf strain keeping him out for several weeks, making him miss another pre-season yet again, Joe felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now. You reached out and palmed Joe through his boxers, making him wince slightly at the feeling of your hand on his manhood.

"May I?" You asked, gesturing to his undergarments. Joe couldn't form words, so he just nodded. He needed you so bad.

He needed to feel your soft lips around him.

He needed to feel your soft hands around him.

He needed to feel you take him deeper, and deeper.

Joe lifted himself from the bed, helping you remove his boxers from his body. Once the boxers were removed from his waist, Joe's impressive erection sprang free. He sat back down on the bed as you prepared to take him. You gazed hungrily at him just like he did at you moments ago when you were the one being pleasured. You bit down on your bottom lip as you placed your manicured hands on Joe's thick, muscular thighs, spreading them apart as you slowly leaned down. Joe closed his eyes as he waited for the feeling of your lips around him, taking him in deeper with each bob of your head. You brought your lips down around the tip of his dick, pulling them off with a pop as your tongue teased his slit, licking the pre-cum off of the red tip. Between the feeling of your warm breath and your tongue toying with his manhood, Joe threw his head back.

"Fuck," he groaned deeply as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Your lips were sealed around the head of his cock, sucking and licking tentatively at his skin. Joe bit his tongue, holding back the sounds of pleasure as you suck him off. He let out a strangled sound as you took more of him into your mouth. As you started bobbing your head, Joe couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hands up to your hair and pulling you closer to him.

"Fuck, Y/n-," Joe moaned out as you spit on his dick, jerking him off with your lips still around him. Joe hasn't felt this good in weeks. The stress of training camp, dealing with a calf injury, and trying to be ready to go by week one has put a toll on Joe's mind and body. But right now, he wasn't thinking about any of that stuff. All he was thinking about was you and how you make him feel. You make him feel perfect. You always have and you always will.

You bobbed your head rhythmically, making Joe moan in pleasure. "You're doing so good sweetheart," he praised as he noticed the tears in your eyes from his size, "So good."

You could tell Joe was growing closer to his release because every time you bobbed your head you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. Joe's chest heaved up in down as his face contorted into a look of pleasure. He let out a few grunts as he came undone in your mouth. You brought him into a pure state of bliss, something he hasn't felt in a while. You pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed, giving him a couple minutes to come down and recover from his high.

“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins playing…

You stood up from being on your knees, standing in between Joe's legs as you leaned down and crashed your lips onto his. Your mouths moved in perfect sync as you let him taste himself on your lips just like he had done for you. Joe bit down on your bottom lip, making you wince slightly as he drew blood. Joe licked the blood off of your lip before attaching his lips to yours once again. The metallic taste of your blood filling both yours and Joe's mouths as the drops of crimson hit your taste buds. Joe continued to kiss you hungrily, his movements urgent as he gripped your waist with the pads of his fingers. He pushed you down onto the bed, bringing you underneath him as he hovered over you. Joe inched closer to your ear, his hot breath on your neck sending shivers up your spine.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you're screaming my name and shaking so hard you won't be able to walk."

His husky voice and the words he uttered down at you made you bite your lip in anticipation. Joe gently bit down on your earlobe, slightly tugging on it as he brought his head away from your neck. Joe hovered over you with his left arm on the mattress as his right arm played with you. He harshly kneaded your left breast as his thumb and index finger pinched your sensitive, hard nipple. He did the same thing to your right breast as he began to suck relentlessly as your neck, making you moan in pleasure as he marked his territory. Joe wanted everyone to know that your were his, and only his. Joe licked a stripe up your neck, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin as he whispered huskily into your ear.

"Here we go."

Joe slid his cock into your slick entrance, burying himself deep inside of you. The feeling of his impressive length made your thighs clench and your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a moan. Joe snapped his hips forward, making your hips buck up, matching his rough thrusts. You wrap your legs around Joe, allowing him to thrust harder, faster, deeper.

"God," he groans out as your walls clench around his cock, "You feel so good." His grunts mixed with the sounds of your moans and skin hitting skin.

Joe could feel himself getting away from himself and his thoughts of the game tonight as he fucked you senseless. Each thrust of his hips and groan that escaped his lips had you feeling pleasure in all the right places. Joe buried his face in your neck as you scratched harshly at his back. Joe left sloppy kisses on your neck as he pulled his hips forwards, roughly thrusting into you. In and out. In and out. In and out. Each thrust grew deeper, the tip of Joe's cock hitting your cervix repeatedly made your body jolt with pleasure. You screamed his name as Joe grunted under his breath.

"Fuck," he praised, "You feel so good, so tight."

Joe continued to fuck you senseless, making you feel as if your whole existence was flawed as you laid underneath him. You immediately grew submissive from his touch, seeming to lose every ounce of dominance in your body. The sounds of yours and Joe's moans filled the bedroom, as all you could smell was sweat and sex. After you let out a particularly loud moan, Joe brought his hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing you gently. You gasped at the feeling of your lovers hand around your neck as he ruthlessly thrusted himself into you, pushing deeper and deeper.

"Joe," you moaned out as you placed your hand over his that was around your neck, "don't stop."

Joe shook his head and removed his hand from your neck as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, falling onto his lip. He leaned down and crashed his lips onto yours. You could taste the saltiness of his sweat as his tongue swirled around your own. Your bodies continued to move in a perfect rhythm as you and Joe became panting and moaning messes underneath each others touch. You felt a familiar warmth pool in your lower belly. You were so close.

"I'm so close Joe." You practically whined as Joe picked up the pace of his rough thrusts. Soon enough, your walls were clenching around Joe's cock. The clenching of your slick walls around him made Joe grunt. He could feel every inch of you from the inside, and it felt amazing.

"Fuck," Joe growled, his deep voice making your body jolt in pleasure once again. The sound of him, the feeling of him, and the smell of him made you grow even closer to your orgasm.

Joe could feel your walls clench once again, this time with more force. He knew you were close.

"That's it baby," Joe pleaded, his chest heaving as he panted, "cum for me. I wanna feel you." He continued to pound into you, making sure you felt every single inch of him. The feeling of his large cock filling you up made your legs shake as you moaned in pleasure. You came down harshly on Joe's cock, your hands coming up to his head and tugging at his dark blonde locks as he had you seeing stars. You whimpered out his name as your chest heaved up and down. You were completely blissed out as Joe continued to pump into you. He reached his climax shortly after you, groaning, and gripping onto your thighs as spurts of his hot cum filled your insides.

Joe fucked you so hard that both of you were completely blissed out, not thinking straight and feeling yourselves being brought closer to god. Joe pressed his forehead against yours as you both came down from your highs, chests heaving and bodies sticky with sweat.

“I love you so much.” He breathed out, his hot breath hitting your face as he spoke. “I love you too Joey.” You said, your breathing matching his. Joe pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed next to you, pulling you into his side. You immediately laid your head on his right pec, wrapping your arms around his sticky torso as you laid on him.

“That was amazing.” You said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything except just lay here.” Joe smirked down at you as he gently stroked your bare arm with his fingertips. “Well,” he breathed out, “I think I should wear that backwards hat more often.”

You craned your neck up to look at your boyfriend, chuckling softly at his sly remark.

“I think you should too.” You replied honestly.

You definitely think Joe should wear that backwards cap and all black combo a lot more often. Seeing him in that outfit made you act and feel like somebody else…and you absolutely loved it.

hi loves!!

uhh so this was something different than what i usually write LOL. but i was listening to music and this song came on and i was hit with an idea…so i just had to write something😂

i apologize if this was super cringy or not what you were hoping for/expecting! im kind of shocked i was able to write something like this

i’d appreciate some feedback, but if you don’t want to say anything i completely get it ;)

i’ll be updating daddy issue’s tomorrow, and it’s the complete OPPOSITE of whatever this was lol.

thank you for all of you kind words and support with my writing. you are the best! i love talking with all of you and getting to share my work with you. THANK YOU ALL🤍🤍

tags: @hoodharlow @wickedfun9 @bernelflo @ilovejoeburroww @klips118 @killatravtramp @katelyn102 @theflawedwriter @kristencochefski1125 @schumacherburrow @samanthamark5 @joeys-babe @sinners-98-world @burrowstyles5 @m-1234 @marz22224 @emaanemaa

[intheghoulden]

i have writers block so here's my description of how the ghouls look in my head

(they look very different from most people's canon bc i really don't like taking inspo from their unmasked counterparts :])

Rain: dark wavy hair, brushing just against his shoulders. it's long enough to tie back, but there are a few pieces framing his face that are shorter. he has a few beauty marks (that mountain is obsessed with kissing) and wire frame glasses (that he makes mountain clean for him). his face is clean shaven and he has several ear piercings. his teeth are sharp like a sharks. his horns are uneven, the left one longer than his right. they're both a deep blue

Mountain: long straight brunet hair, messy and unkempt if someone doesn't do it for him. his face is permanently sunkissed from how much time he spends outside, and his face is covered in freckles. he's supposed to have glasses, but he hates wearing them. he's covered in bruises from running into things. his horns are remarkably similar to that of a deer, covered in velvet and shedding during the off season.

Dewdrop: short, curly ginger hair with black tips. his eyes are two different colours, one red and the other blue. he has a light spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks that shimmer like embers when his emotions are high. he has a cleft lip, making his smile endearingly crooked. his horns are short spikes, white like ash.

Aether: slicked back silver hair, like the prequelle masks. he is fat and tall, towering over most of his peers. this is contrasted by his gentle and cheerful demeanor. his jaw is scruffy, several days overgrown but not quite a beard. his cheeks and forehead have several acne scars from his teenage years. he has many piercings on his face; eyebrow, septum, snake bites, tongue. his canines are long and sometimes peek from under his lip. his horns swoop backwards and are a crystal texture, purple in hue like amethyst.

Phantom: gangly, lanky weirdo. he has a tooth gap and the rest of his teeth are crooked, and it is so so adorable. his hair is short and fluffy, a dark purple with white speckles. he has white freckles across his face. he has a lot of piercings, some connected to each other with chains, others hanging. it looks like stars and constellations. his horns curved backward horizontally, becoming a sort of halo. they're white and pearlescent.

Swiss: his hair is uncontained and curly most of the time. its not quite coily, just loose enough to bounce if you pull it, but coily enough to be tied back in braids. his eyes are a bright, almost glowing, orange. he has eyebrow and nose piercings, all gold, and he has gauges. his horns are tall and long, sticking straight up from his forehead. they're red like hot iron.

Cirrus: tall and muscular with a firey personality to match. her hair is long and a dark grey, although its often tied up in a ponytail, revealing an undercut. her eyes are a stormy grey. she has some vitiligo, although it's only visible if she's been out in the sun for a while, the tanned skin revealing the lighter areas. her horns curve along the top of her head, smooth and glass like.

Cumulus: short curly hair to her shoulders, a blinding white. her eyes are red, almost violet, due to albinism. she short and fat, and she's so fucking hot for it. i can't put into words how beautiful she is, almost goddess like. all the other ghouls are crazy for her. her canines are a tad bit longer, she looks like a vampire. the only piercings she has is a tongue piercing and a belly button piercing. her horns curl around and under her ears, like a rams.

Aurora: instead of horns, she has gills like that of an axolotl. they're pink and they fluff up when she's excited. her hair is short, to her jaw, and wavy with two long chunks in the front going to her chest. it ombres from pink to violet to blue. she has slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, proof of her near constant laughing. her cheeks are always flushed making her seem like she's always blushing.

[alilbihh]

flooflyfloofy jiminie with bedhair all sleepy and needing your warmth back but having to wake up cus ur calling him and u both really need to go but he's secretly happy as well bcs waking up to you isn't so bad and u look cute cute cute and you're just there :)

SRRY FOR THE WAIT!! but what a lovely request :) hope you like it!!

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You love mornings.

You didn’t always love mornings, of course. If you think really hard, you can almost remember how repetitive they used to be. They’re still repetitive, in a way; except now, you don’t mind it at all, not when it comes in the form of a still sleeping Jimin, curled up into a ball like a tiny, forlorn kitten.

He’s wrapped up into the sheets that are both nighttime chilled and morning-sun warmed. When you sit up to look, even as you check all angles, you can still only see his fringe sticking out, the rest of him nestled deep into the comforter. He always manages to snatch them up, try as he might to share them when he’s awake.

Tentatively, you brush a hand through his hair, leaning in close to whisper, “My love?” He makes a soft noise, but overall doesn’t move. You chuckle. “Jimin-ah.”

He shifts, and suddenly, along with the fringe, there are eyes peeking out from the sheets, hair sticking up in places it shouldn't.

You grin. “There you are.”

“Mmf.” He answers, intelligently.

“It’s rare for you sleep in,” You smile, still running a hand through his hair. He leans into the touch much like a kitten would.

“S’rare for you wake’p first.” He drawls, voice still raspy with sleep. He’s fully uncovered now, belly-up, turned towards the morning sun just barely peeking through the blinds.

"You cold?"

Jimin's hair bobs when he nods, eyes still shut tight. He pats the sheets blindly in search of you, then lays a hand over the bare skin of your tummy, snaking his other up your back, pulling you back down to lay next to him. You comply with a laugh, soft soft, careful not to break the cotton candy sweet of this morning, the tenderness of it.

“Hehe. Puffy.” You say once you're settled, poking the under of his eye. You jump when he pinches your side in vengeance, eyes still closed, “Ow! Why!”

“You’re evil, is why.”

“I’m not. Just opportunistic.” He pinches you again, harder this time. “Stop that!”

“Too early for you to be evil.” When he smiles, it’s all mirth.

“And you’re allowed to be a brat?”

“Yes. I’m cuter and you love me. That’s how it works.”

“Wow. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.” When he laughs his little skipping laugh, that tiny back-lilt in warm and soft silk, you wonder what would happen if you kissed the corner of his mouth, right there where his laugh gets caught. You don’t have to wonder for long.

It’s not the most romantic thing ever, when he leans in to kiss you. It’s slow, and languid, and there’s a bit of morning breath mixed in— but it’s long enough that underneath it, he tastes like the mint toothpaste you both use and something else. Something more gentle.

He presses both your foreheads together before letting go. You feel breakable.

“More, please,” He says, too politely for the occasion. You laugh, smiling so hard it hurts. Or it doesn’t hurt. That’s not the word you want. It sticks. It warms.

Jimin pulls you closer by the waist and guides you to crawl over him, and you cover him much like your cotton sheets would, when you notice his eyes are half-closed. “Jimin!”

“Hm!” His eyes startle open. You giggle at how silly he looks. “What. Just wan’ kiss.” He puckers his lips theatrically. You can do nothing if not acquiesce.

Later, you will both get up, and Jimin will pull you up like it’s the most exercise he’s done in weeks, huffing and puffing dramatically. Later, you’ll both brush your teeth, and he’ll make you laugh so hard you’ll spit toothpaste on the mirror. Later, he’ll help you button your shirt just for the sake of it, and his hands will linger and tease and settle on your waist like they belong.

That’s later though. Now, he tastes like laughter and bright gold and sunlight and early mornings.

[oneforthemunny]

okay so i have thought about this for awhile, (i don’t know if you have already talked about this) but which eddie’s have piercings, and if they have any, which ones? (a little bonus if you add which piercings reader has too🤭 do they match with their eddie’s? do they have any at all?)

i’m just so curious, because i have some piercings and i wanted to know if i had the same ones as the eddie’s or reader ;)

oooohhhhh I love this. I don't think I've answered this before tbh. so this will be fun!

so older!eddie I think would have an ear piercing. used to have a lip ring wayyyy back in the day, but brielle as a baby ripped it out once and he was like fuck that and let it grow up. you can't even really see it bc of his scruff.

bunny has her ears, probably cartilage I feel like, and I think she'd have a belly button piercing she got on spring break in college lol.

mafia!eddie I honestly don't see him having any piercings like it just doesn't seem his vibe idk.

I think kitten would have her ears and that's about it. they're kinda boring lol.

bouncer!eddie that mf for sure has a tongue piercing. like you just know he does. initially got it bc he thought it looked cool and then found out it felt good so he has one. probably a nose ring or an eye brow ring I can't decide which one's more his vibe.

bartender!reader def has her nips pierced lol. has a nose ring too on the side (I'm not a piercing expert plz don't yell at me) that's like a small stud.

janitor!eddie had his ears pierced but let them close. used to have a nose piercing that jeff's sister did, and it got severely infected so he had to take it out.

teacher!reader also used to have a nose piercing but they did it wrong lmao so it was like stuck out really weird on the side of her nose and she let it heal up. they bond over it.

cowboy!eddie doesn't have any piercings mainly bc he's scared they'd get ripped out with all the shit he does.

however, sweet girl like... why do I feel like she'd have nipple piercings???? like it's totally unexpected and she's like "yeah I got them done one night with my friend lol we just felt like it!" and it shocks the hell out of him. either nipple piercing or she def has a tramp stamp. one or the other lol.

rockstar!eddie has his nipples pierced for fucking sure. also has a lip ring, nose ring, tongue piercing, ears pierced, and has a scrotum piercing for fucking sure. like he's the most pierced.

nepo baby was never allowed to have anything other than her ears pierced but she got her belly button pierced with eddie (as like an act of rebellion type fuck you to her parents lol. it was small but like it was big to her).

modern!eddie has a nose ring 10000%. I feel more septum with him but somewhere on the nose. went through an emo ass scene phase in middle school/ early high school and had snake bites that he did himself lmao. they looked so bad and it took him a while to realize that bc they were so uneven so he took them out. got a hafada piercing bc it was supposed to feel really good (and it does to him lol)

mean girl's got a nose ring, and like so many ear piercings. like she's got the orbital, industrial, tragus, and like them all ok. she's just got that vibe. she's also got nipple piercings and she got them while she was with eddie and he couldn't touch her boobs for weeks and it drove him absolutely insane, and when they finally healed enough to touch he was ravenous.

[myzofus]

Bark bark!! I saw that one of your interests is piercings/tattoos. Me too! Do you have any cool ones to share or ones you want in the future?

OOH OKAY so I'm literally just listing everything I have bc I'm in love with my body mods, pics included!

Piercings!

I have a labret, both nostrils, a septum, and 4 total lobe piercings. My first lobes are gauged up to 00, and my other 2 lobes (both on the same ear) are 8g and 14g. I have a gold/green theme going on with my jewelry. I'm planning on getting my eyebrow, belly button and nipples done, and I want more ear piercings, tho I'm not exactly sure what yet. Also would love love love a bridge piercing but I don't have the anatomy for it, unfortunately :(

Tattoos!

I have the Kingdom Hearts logo on my wrist (very first tat!), a Valkyrie symbol on my forearm (planning on getting a coverup for her, tho), some Fall Out Boy lyrics on my collarbone, a cat skull on my thigh, and a ghost pepper, eyeball sucker, and some fresno night crawlers and ghosts around my ankle! I also recently got my nipples tatted into hearts and I'm in love with them.

I plan on getting more FOB tattoos. My leg with the cryptids will be a spooky/halloween/cryptid leg sleeve, finished up with a sandworm snaking through everything. I want some bat tattoos, possibly thinking of doing a chest piece with one, I want a full back piece at some point, a hyper-realistic blackwork xenomorph arm sleeve, and I'm currently trying to figure out what my tramp stamp is gonna be lol. Also may get some watercolor Gladiolus and Iris flowers on my hipbones! Also a Pokémon tat or two (typhlosion and raikou my beloveds)

Some pics below the cut! TW for eyeball and animal skull.

[lesless]

well anyway I had meant to write out additional thoughts the other day but I never got around to it, so here we goooo

I am very much a person who enjoys a good home remedy, so I try them a lot & have had extremely mixed results. About 6? months ago, maybe more, I was starting to have consistent skin problems for the first time in my life. I have always gotten a zit or two, but I was getting several, puss-filled, painful, or deep cystic pimples. I stopped vaping (except when I drink, which has been 1/week max) in very early October. I also added in exercise, vitamins over the last 3-ish weeks however my skin was still unhappy. Past home remedies include:

rice water spray, which left my skin really happy & glowing but seemed to kick up small whitehead acne after 4-5 weeks

tallow, which again made my skin happily hydrated at first but then seemed to encourage really deep, painful pimples

tea water, which felt nice but didn't seem to do anything at all

Ice, which may have momentarily soothed bigger bumps but ultimately did nothing for the duration or pain

I also purchased some 'nice' skin care & a facial package, neither of which seemed to budge the needle at all. My skin looked & felt & was acting up just the same regardless of what I tried.

-brief aside-

About a month ago my stomach was swollen & painful as it often is because my intestines suck. I was googling home remedies & read about castor oil, which felt like snake oil to me. When I was at the health food store I saw it on the shelf for $7 & I thought to myself, that is not much to spend on being stupid & if it helps I will be relieved. So I did the stupid thing & poured some in my belly button & slapped a wash rag over it & secured it with my pajama waistband & went to bed. It worked to my amazement, but I thought it was a fluke, so I kept doing it, & it kept working, so I have been pouring it into my bellybutton & rubbing my stomach with it before bed every night for 3 weeks & for 3 weeks I poo every day lol. It is not a miracle, when I have food flares I still wake up swollen (less so but still), it did not fix all of my issues overnight but it did seem to make things move along at a more predictable pace. My belly skin was also super soft there when I woke up. I read about an hour of testimonials against it bc I was trying to talk myself out of it working, but it works, so I'll keep doing it even if it's just placebo effect.

While reading about it I came across several people who stated that it was also great for acne. Well now nothing has seemed to work, so I though whatever, let's try it. For a 3 days I put a very minimal amount on my face & woke up moisturized with diminished pimples! I haven't gotten a new one (aside from teeny tiny white heads that wipe off when I dry my face) & the old, big, painful lumps & dark spots are nearly gone. :3 It has been a week now and I will say that while at first it was acting as a very heavy moisturizer, now it seems to be drying my skin out so I am using hyaluronic acid beforehand.

I hesitate to recommend this for the face just yet, because often a thing can appear to be good for a week or so but end up causing a huge problem. Also, everyone is different. My friend SWORE by rice water but it just didn't agree with my skin. It could also be that I am nearly 2 months into greatly reducing my nicotine use. There are a lot of factors at play, but for now at least I am relieved that I have something that seems to be soothing my skin.

[romaevelizz]

My Aphmau Re-write/Headcannons PDH-Mystreet

Im doing this out of pure entertainment for myself

Character of the day: Aaron Jaxon Lycan

Art by me

Hes Black. He has locs

Though during high school his hair was buzzed due to him bring sent to military school.

werewolf ovi

He had a close nitted friend group Zhuri(oc), Logan, Elijah(oc), Niyleah(oc), Ryan(oc), and my self instert (Crystal)

he’s dating Lily(hes like so in love with her it makes me sick)

His love language is acts of service

He loves caned peaches

When he finds out Aphmau is Sue hes nice to her and all around a mentor to her. Theyer age gap isnt gross nore wierd they are about 3 years apart but 4 grades apart idk if i want them to end up together really tbh like when it come to mystreet.

Aarons record is pretty clean hes not some angsty bad boy who gets in fights

He thought Gene was kinda hot before he started acting like a douche to him

He plays lacrosse and hockey those are the only times he gets pretty violent. (He literally had to beg and used the excuse it will make me seem normal isn’t that what you want? For his parents to let him play)

Malissa is the only one family wise that knows about Lily.

He’s actually really good with kids.

Hes really quite on his feet so he accidentally scares people a lot

He has some acne scars bc he pick at it sick fuck.

He had piercings bc most of the time has them out due to sports he has snake bites and an eyebrow his ears are double pierced as well.

6’4 hes a pretty beefy guy

Niyleah loves designing clothes so she uses Aaron as a mannequin for masculine and feminine clothing Aaron actually enjoys it

Lily loves doing his make up when hes over at her house. He loves it

He has a major side eye problem.

Always has a judgemental face like for no reason at all so the friend group is like “boy whats your problem like do you wanna fight or sum?!”

He gets major heartburn for no reason.

He pierced lilys belly button for her bc he mom wouldn’t let her go do it professionally done and she asked aaron to do it he was like okay🤷🏽‍♀️

“Nigga what..🤨” says when he’s confused asf

He randomly will catch someone in a ‘bofa deez nuts joke’ and has a stupid grin after telling them alway get lily in them

and her face goes 😄..😀..😐 “stfu aaron.”

He likes to crochet.

Likes teaching little kids to say shit they’re not supposed to

Always has weird socks

He wears rings

Silver jewelry

hates algae/slime it makes him want to throw up.

Lily asked him if he was more interested in aphmau bc she was hitting on him after they found out they where close friends and he was like “oh girl no..” with 😟 face.

He loves princess Disney movies like oh lord wanna watch everyone with him then sit your ass down and you better know the words to the songs.

He’s actually so unorganized to normal ppl bit to him hes like “ITS RIGHT THERE OMG” like its bad

Hes a reader(romance and horror)

He has a studder sometimes like when hes talking about something he enjoys and stutters bc of how fast he talking.

Has scars on his arms from being pushed into a black berry bush in middle school by Logan.

Hes deathly allergic to blueberrys.

He knows morse code

He has very long eyelashes

He has a big birth mark on his stomach thats really light compared to his skin.

He bites his nails

If he sees someone’s elbow on the table hell flip just bc his mom made it a habit not to put elbows on the table.

I have more but ill keep it just with this!

[isa-ghost]

🖌 🌍🍄👱🏻‍♀️🍂🐶🎨🤠

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos?

I want some! A semicolon for suicide awareness bc it's something personal to me, an eye because it represents a lot of my media interests strangely, and a sun for Apollo! Maybe a snake for Leviathan too.

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

It's so hard to pick one bc I'm a whore for accents. They're all so pretty :( Even the other regions of the US that I'm not from, not just the basic ones that probably come to your mind.

🍄 - Do you have/want any piercings?

Just my ears, once each. I love nose and belly button and hip piercings aesthetically but they're not for me. The tism would either rebel or stim too much with them.

👱🏻‍♀️ - What is your go to hairstyle?

I usually just pull it back into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. Even though I like myself better with my hair down. I'm contradict myself daily. 👍🏻

🍂 - What’s your favourite season?

Tie between Autumn and Summer :D I love the cozy and beauty of Autumn and I love warm weather and doing fun shit outdoors like swimming in summer. Summer haters simply have a skissue.

🐶 - Do you have any pets?

Just one cat! She's my baby Lola :3

🎨 - Any hobbies?

Roleplaying, drawing, and writing :3

🤠 - Are you more of a city person or a country person?

Both? Both. The country gives me tons of nostalgia and I love nature. The city is gorgeous and I love the vibes because I only visit it once or twice a year, if that.

Get To Know Me Asks

[mattsfootcramp]

chat I got you

1: 5,6

2: only 2 bodies

3: 8 and a half

4: i used to vape

5: if its smirnoffs yes

6: hell no

7: 15 lmao😭

8: to many to count

9: i want a snake one so bad

10: my ears and my belly button

11: my nose

12: @mattsnumberoneslut @veesprincess @matthewsturnioloo @chrissturnioloo

13: single

14: vieny hands and tattoos

15: if they are really kinky

16: 500 days of summer

17: If you read

18: my older sister

19: TACO BELL💋❤️

20: I talk a lot bc I'm not pretty

21: coffee

22: i don't let others get to me

23: im going into publishing

24: my 13 yr old sister and me are really close. older sister is dead

23: my mom is a drunk and my dad sits on his ass❤️

24: a picnic☺️

25: feet. anything to do with feet.

26: probably my English seminar..

27:my black cargos❤️❤️

28: To protect them from the fact they would get hurt

29: you don't have to time to be yourself

30: it was to my eldest sister to a phone that doesn't work. I was going through a rough time and I need to text her.

31: i. am. not. right. for. your

32: your. so. gorgeous.

33: big tits❤️

34: loyal🎀

35: somewhere in Italy

36: probably my ears. they poke out

37: i wanted to be a lawyer💀

38: Peanut butter bark

39: MADISON BEER

40: near my grandma (RIP)

41: a hi-chew

42: MATT🤗🤗😍😍

43: i ❤️ my best friend

questions for me b/c i'm bored ౨ৎ ࣪ ˖

most questions from @untableflip

0: height

1: virgin?

2: shoe size

3: do you smoke?

4: do you drink?

5: do you take drugs?

6: age you get mistaken for

7: have tattoos?

8: want any tattoos?

9: any piercings?

10: want any piercings?

11: best friend on this app?

12: relationship status

13: biggest turn ons

14: biggest turn offs

15: favorite movie

16: i'll love you if

17: someone you miss

18: favorite fast food place

19: a fact about your personality

20: coffee or tea?

21: what i love most about myself

22: what i want to be when i get older

23: my relationship with my sibling(s)

24: my relationship with my parent(s)

25: my idea of a perfect date

26: my biggest pet peeves

27: favorite thing i’ve written

28: favorite article of clothing

29: a reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: what I hate the most about work/school

31: what your last text message says

32: what words upset me the most

33: what words make me feel the best about myself

34: what i find attractive in women

35: what i find attractive in men

36: where i would like to live

37: one of my insecurities

38: my childhood career choice

39: my favorite ice cream flavor

40: who wish i could be

41: where i want to be right now

42: the last thing i ate

43: sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: a random fact about anything

[americxn]

Confession (Colin x Fem!Reader)

a/n - I don’t know if Colin is only involved in missing person/murder cases but I decided to go arson instead because murder seemed way too serious for this scenario. Also, I’m not a lawyer, I have no clue what I’m talking about but we move

wordcount: 2.7k warnings: NSFW, kinda dom Colin (putting this as a warning bc I know some of you don’t like that), fingering, mentions of arson

Colin’s eyes were dark and unwavering as he pinned them on you, his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his work pants as he lounged against the back of his chair, his eyebrows slightly cocked and mouth a thin line. A portrait of increasing irritation. Your own head cocked slightly, waiting for him to repeat his question for the twentieth time in an hour. Sighing, he pulled his hands away from his waist, shifting to straighten on his chair as he leant forwards, levelling an utterly unamused look at you. His patience was wearing thin. Good. A small smile curved the corners of your mouth upwards as your chin raised slightly, Colin’s eyes flashing in agitation at your increasingly insufferable attitude. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time: where were you on the night of October 10th?” “At home.” You responded easily, the same answer you had given him with each reiteration of the question. 

His jaw clenched at your unrelenting impassivity, the muscles within feathering. He braced his elbows on the surface of the cold metal table between you, leaning forwards, his eyes never once leaving yours. You bit back your amusement, leaning in slightly to meet him in mocking interest, your arrogance spilling onto the metal before you, pooling about the detective’s elbows, dripping from the table onto the concrete floor.  “Let me repeat this once more,” he began, his tone dropping and becoming somewhat condensing, as if you were a child incapable of grasping the concept of the situation. “Several witnesses came forward and gave both your name and general description on the night of 10th, only several minutes after officials suspect that the fire was started.” Your amusement was momentarily doused as the image of the fire that you had ignited flashed, the memory of the pure ecstasy and sense of completion that had filled you the second you dropped the match onto the gasoline-coated floor of the large, abandoned building. Pulling your attention back to the man before you, you merely shrugged, leaning back in your chair and bringing a hand up to your face, examining your carefully manicured nails. “It was dark, detective. They could’ve seen anyone. As I’ve already explained multiple times, I was at home, not fucking around setting buildings on fire.” The lies came too easily to you. Colin seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tipped his head back to the brightly illuminated ceiling and let out a truly exasperated sigh. You quietly scoffed, folding your hands together in your lap and gazing at him with feigned innocence, allowing a patient demeanor to slip over you.  “You’re enjoying this far too much. This is serious, y/n.” He gritted out as he lowered his eyes back to yours. The small smile of indifference painted on your face as he surveyed you once more served as your second act of arson, fuelling his growing anger. He knew it was you. You knew he knew. Your smile only grew. “I know that you’re guilty.” He threw the words across the table at you, his voice low. “If you’re so confident that it was me, why am I even here?” You pressed offhandedly, the front legs of your chair lifting off the floor as you pushed back on it. “Because I need a verbal confession.” Colin stated firmly. “And you’re going to give me one.” You couldn’t help the snort that bubbled out of you at his overly confident words, your eyes alight with flickering amusement. His own eyes flashed in warning. “Of course you are. And how, exactly, do you plan on getting one from me?” You challenged, your chair falling fulling back to the floor with a dull thud. Colin’s eyes flicked down to the surface of the table, as if watching through the thick metal as you placed your feet back on the ground. His own feet shifted beneath the table, his eyes lifting back to yours as his foot appeared on the edge of your chair between your slightly parted legs. You stiffened in confused alarm but kept your eyes trained on his as he slowly pressed his foot into your pussy, the pointed tip of his leather shoe spearing onto your clothed clit, too-sensitive even through the protection of your clothes. A gasp ripped free from your throat at the sudden pressure, any amusement having fled from your features, now displayed proudly on Colin’s instead. “What’re you-” the tip of his shoe twitched harshly against your covered core, the rest of your words dissipating into the suddenly tension-filled space between you. “Talk me through your evening on the 10th.” He ordered, his eyes falling wholly dark as he tracked the movement of your lower lip catching between your teeth. Your hands fell onto the arms of the chair you sat in, clenching tightly onto the cold metal as a spontaneous inner conflict took place within you. Push him off or see where this goes. This ‘interrogation’ had gone on for far too long, you were beginning to get bored. And so, you settled further into your chair, pressing yourself slightly further onto the tip of his shoe, an almost inaudible groan working its way out of you at the increased pressure. “I’ve told you. I was at home.” He retracted his shoe ever so slightly before pressing it against you once more with even more persistence. When he didn’t reply, his jaw working in annoyance, you sighed softly, not allowing any anxiety to worm its way into you as he put you on the spot, creating a vague alibi in a matter of seconds. You knew that stalling for a moment too long would only raise his suspicions. “I came home from work at around five. I drove.” You added, reluctant to leave any room for further questioning, not as his shoe began to make small strokes up and down on your clothed cunt, dulling your vital concentration.  Your integrity lapsed at his increasing attention on your core, your legs parting more of their own accord.  “I, um, I showered for like fifteen minutes and then I went to make food.” The lie was weak; Colin’s mouth twitched, as if a smirk strained to formed on his thin lips. “You don’t live alone, do you?”  You swallowed but shook your head. “No. My roommates weren’t home.” “Oh?” He uttered, urging you to present him with an explanation. You bit down on the inside of your cheek as he pressed the tip of his shoe against you even harder.  “They stayed at the college library to study.” Your tone wavered, your eyes flicking down to your shamelessly parted legs. “Unfortunately, I spoke to two of your roommates earlier.” At his cruel contradiction, your eyes fluttered closed in defeat. “They were all home by four that night.” His chair creaked as he leant forwards, your eyes flying open with a low groan as his foot was forced further against you. “What’s even more interesting, is that they didn’t see you at all that night.” “What’s the point of this?” You muttered, lifting your gaze to his. “Why ask if you know I’m lying to you?” “Because I need to hear you confess.” He answered simply, pushing back his chair and standing. Your hips rocked forwards slightly on your seat, trying to subconsciously chase after his foot as he stood. Watching closely as he slowly made his way around the table, small ribbons of nervousness finally began to unfurl within your gut, your unease growing as he reached you, coming to a halt beside the chair that you sunk further into beneath his scrutiny.  The hand that he snaked onto your shoulder was a warm weight and you took a steadying breath as his other fell onto your side, Colin taking a step behind your chair. Looking straight ahead, you didn’t dare shift so much as an inch as his hand slid from your shoulder to the crook of your neck, his fingers settling onto your skin. You resisted the urge to cross your legs, waiting for Colin’s next words, the hand at your side beginning to run softly up and down the length between your ribs and your hip. Your breathing hitched as he stooped down, his own breath hot on the side of your neck. "What would happen if I was guilty? If I did confess?” You chose the words carefully but your true intentions behind the cautious question was explicit: What happened when you confessed? “Either I use the evidence I have against you in court and accuse you of being guilty. Or, you confess, and get a lesser sentence. Since no one was harmed and there were no malicious intentions, right now with no confession, you’re looking at a heavy fine and restitution.” Whilst he spoke lowly in your ear, his hand made a slow trail from your side to your abdomen and any information that he was providing you evaded your attention as all of your focus trained itself upon the hand that Colin was sliding lower and lower down your body. He drew swirling patterns across your stomach with the tips of his fingers, dipping tantalisingly past your belly button before straying back up your torso once more. Your eyes dropped to watch the smooth movements of his fingertips. A small part of your conscious scolded yourself for how wrong this was but the other, larger part sung with nervous excitement, willing his hand to fall even lower. You were going to have to give him a confession at some point or another. He already knew you were guilty, what would be the harm in getting some fulfilment from it?  “But it’s ultimately not up to me. Just know that a confession will lighten the consequences.” You merely nodded, your eyes never straying from the hand that leisurely explored the stretch of your stomach, Colin’s body a warm presence behind you, his hands roving closer and closer to where you ached for him, the sweet scent of your arousal filling the room. His lithe fingers made quick work of the buttons holding your pants together, your head falling back against his chest as he pressed his body further against the back of your chair. He hummed lowly in approval as his fingers finally delved between your folds, gathering the wetness at your entrance and smearing it up to your clit. His fingers made tight, messy circles atop it as he spoke lowly in your ear: “Let’s try one last time. Where were you on the night of October 10th?” You took a sharp breath, Colin’s fingers straying from your sweet bundle of nerves to your opening, poised amongst the wetness gathered there as he awaited your answer. “At home.” You whispered weakly, trying to lift your hips in an effort of bribing the finger that languidly circled your entrance. His fingers stopped moving entirely, drawing away from your cunt and simply resting in your pants. You groaned at his blatant denial. “Okay. I left work early, around three, and went home to change -”  He plunged a single finger deep into you, coaxing a low groan from your throat. You turned your face into the warmth of his chest as he twisted that single finger inside of you, trying to organise your thoughts and remember your actions of that evening as he began to move his finger in and out. “I was only home for about half an hour.” You whispered into the awaiting silence of the room as he slowly eased a second finger into your cunt, starting to pump them in a steady rhythm, the tips of his fingers curling to hit the spot within you that seemed to send shock waves throughout your entire body with each stroke of his rough fingertips against it, coaxing more information from you, using your own pleasure as a bribe. "I drove to the property. There was no one there when I arrived so I waited.” You continued, voice accented with whiny need, the expert curling of Colin’s fingers within you as you opened up to him sending more wetness gathering around his long digits, a pleasant warm sensation spreading throughout your stomach. “Why?” His voice was low in your ear and your eyes fluttered closed as his ministrations caused more pleasure to grow within your gut. You let out a quiet moan as he inserted a third finger into you at your silence, wasting no time in establishing a steady fast pace, Colin fervent to pull the confession from you. “Oh, shit.” You moaned out as his fingers thrusted relentlessly inside of you, seeming to reach deeper than you even thought was possible, his desperation to draw the condemning evidence from you apparent. “Why?” He repeated, your confidence faltering as you realised that you had given him enough information and that now all he needed to hear was your reasoning to why.  “Why, y/n?” A drawn out groan floated from your parted lips, tugging your answer out behind it. “I was bored. I wanted people to see, I wanted them to talk about it.” The heat within the pit of your stomach was fuelled with each stroke of his fingers and soon your legs were trembling and your toes were curling. The small triumphant smile displayed upon Colin’s face was evident in his tone as he asked you one final question, whispered lowly into your ear: “So you burnt the building down?”   Lifting your hips up slightly, you gripped onto the arm snaked around you body with both hands, trying to urge his fingers to go harder, deeper as your pleasure built and built, each thrust of his fingers ripping away a layer of the ball of ecstasy glowing in your gut, the orgasm hidden at its centre your only goal. “Y/n.” Colin prompted quietly, your poorly suppressed groan almost drowning his voice out completely as your pleasure mounted, building quickly towards release. The groan turned from one of satisfaction to one of dismay as Colin suddenly withdrew his fingers from you entirely, your hips bucking up pathetically as he rested his hand within your pants. His message was clear: no confession, no orgasm. “Yes!” You squeaked, your fingers tightening their grip on his arm, willing his fingers to resume their skilful exploration of your cunt. “Yes. I burnt the building down.”  Colin plunged his fingers back into your awaiting entrance, victorious as you shrieked in alarm and pleasure, his digits filled you suddenly once more. “Cum, y/n.” Colin encouraged lowly when he felt you clenching around him and he leant down further, his teeth latching onto the soft shell of your ear and biting down sharply. The slight pain pushed you over the edge and you came undone in his arms, your back arching off the back of the chair, your head pressing further against the hard planes of his chest, your head lolling to the side as you came, the unfamiliar scent of the man filling your nose, serving as a reminder of who was granting you your blissful gratification. Colin’s tongue traced over the small hurt that he had inflicted with his teeth, his fingers stilling their relentless thrusting to move within you instead, curling at the perfect angle and coaxing every last drop of cum from you before pulling out entirely. Your thighs jerked and trembled, closing around his hand as you came down from your high with a gasp, regaining control of your body once more, your back collapsing back against the chair.  Withdrawing his hand from your pants, he stepped away from you, your laboured breaths filling the small room, your wetness glistening on Colin’s fingers beneath the harsh lighting as he pulled away, walking slowly back around the table and dropping into his own chair. Your swallow was audible as he pulled his papers closer to him, taking up a pen and beginning to scribble messily formed words onto the blank sheet. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, triumph glistening there. “You can go now.” He dismissed, his attention settling back on the paper he filled out. “Go sit back in the waiting room, I’ll send someone to talk you through what happens next.” You rose from your seat in silence, your wetness smearing onto your upper thighs as you moved, your legs weak. With one final glance at the detective, you turned on your heel, trying to gather back some of your dignity as you left the room, Colin’s focus remaining fixed to the paper before him as the door closed behind you. 

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tell me

(skate rat) miyas x fem!reader | w.c 1.6k

a/n: ok look i’m no brother fucker on main, but the lewding potential post-show me was too delicious, and if i’m not an opportunistic whore... so here it is the pt 2 y’all keep screaming about that i actually started writing no more than two hrs after posting show me bc i have no self control

another big thankies to @sugardaddykenma for giving this a read over big fat wet besitos for u

18+ university | please read ALL warnings

warnings: INCEST full on (i’m sorry god), dubcon/noncon elements, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification (lowkey), degradation, manipulation, a dash of gaslighting, a bit of humiliation, virginity loss (mentioned), crybaby!reader, little bit of mind break, reader is tired + slurs words a bit

just...them taking advantage of dumb reader

read show me first! (not necessary but appreciated + it would make more sense to do so) NOW with the third part make me !!

One hour, twenty-six minutes and who knows how many seconds have gone by since your brothers have decided to go into an entire good cop, bad cop tirade.

Their words barely making a dent in your mind as a soreness settles in your bones, the added discomfort of a mixture of sweat, saliva and cum drying on your skin with the debauched feeling of Kita’s cum dripping from your sore cunt keeping your mind thoroughly distracted.

“You’re never gonna see him again.” Atsumu-nii barks out.

“It’s better that way.” Osamu-nii adds gently.

“In fact he’s dead next time we see him.”

“Yeah, very much dead.”

“We told him to stay away from you, fuck.” Atsumu flops down beside you, Osamu follows sitting on your other side.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You mumble, regretting your words the second you see the look in your brothers’ eyes.

“Not that big a deal?” Atsumu’s voice is no more than a low growl as he rises, eyes narrowing at the statement. “Kita’s a fucking bastard and you just let him between your legs like it was nothing. Are you stupid?”

Your eyes widen at the accusation as you scoot away from him, drawing your knees to your chest, letting your eyes fall to the rumpled blankets surrounding you.

“You let him cum inside you?” A gasp falls from your lips, embarrassment scorches through you as you realize the way your bare cunt is exposed by the way you’re sitting. You immediately shoot back, slamming into Osamu as you squeeze your legs shut, dread filling your lungs as Atsumu crawls forward.

“Our little sister really is dumb. Is that what you’ve been up to while you’re away?” He’s always been faster than you, proven by how his fingers are already around your wrist, yanking you towards him. You know that struggling is a moot point, he’s bigger and faster and so much stronger. But you can’t help but wiggle around, barely able to make him budge even a centimeter.

“No! That was my first...” you bite your tongue as Atsumu crosses his legs and seats you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he snakes an arm around your waist. He rests his chin atop your head, a thoughtful hum vibrating in his chest against you.

“Hear that Samu?” Atsumu squeezes you tightly as your eyes frantically dart around Osamu’s features, silently begging for him to free you from this situation.

“Yeah Tsumu, she really gave up her virginity to Kita.”

“Like an idiot.” They muse in unison.

“I- but-”

“But nothing. Now your nii-chan’s need to clean you up. Stupid little girl.” He mutters against your hair, smoothing his hands over your thighs, spreading them apart more and more. Stretching them until they’re caught by his knees, rendering you helplessly exposed.

“Umm.” Your legs twitch, the position all too embarrassing, the powerlessness of it parallel to when you were being held by Kita. Taboo, the position screams.

“It’s okay, dumb girls like you make mistakes all the time,” Osamu smiles gently, shifting over to lift the hem of your shirt, handing it to Atsumu keeping it pinned just above your belly button, “that’s why you have us.”

Confusion swirls as you watch your older brother's fingers disappear into his mouth, eyes watching as his tongue flicks over the digits, retracting them slowly.

“Ah! Wait!” You yelp out as he pushes his index and middle fingers past your puffy hole, a stinging pleasure making the taut muscles of your thighs twitch. Atsumu lets out another low laugh, steadying your legs, forcing you to keep still as Osamu continues to prod further. The blunt ends of his fingers pressing and dragging against the sore gummy walls.

“Too much, too much.” You gasp as Osamu’s fingers dig further into your cunt, shaking as you feel the tips of fingers brush against your cervix. Fat tears begin to roll down your face as you press harder back into Atsumu, as if you could find escape in the rigid planes of his body. 

His fingers continue to twist and scour, the sensation is all too overwhelming, making your throat tighten as you make futile attempts at clamping your legs shut, only making Atsumu snicker above you. You watch with panting breaths as Osamu finally draws out his fingers, covered in the milky white slick, evidence of the sins you committed just a few hours before. 

“What a sloppy cunt, you really let him make a whore of you huh?” Atsumu bites, the words cut into you, the betrayal in his voice making your throat tighten further. You can only manage to choke out a broken sob of a denial as Osamu brings his fingers against your lips.

“Say ‘ah’.” You shake your head frantically, face quickly being caught in Osamu’s other hand.

“Don’t be difficult, we’re helping you.” Disappointment, the disappointment crumbles what little fighting spirit you had in the first place, you can’t stop the tears from falling as you let Osamu slip slicked fingers into your mouth. Lazily you swirl your tongue around them, exhaustion starting to sweep over you. 

“All good?” Atsumu asks as Osamu pulls his digits from your mouth, smiling proudly at you.

“Let me make sure.” He lowers himself more onto the bed, bringing him face to face to your dripping cunny, he plants a hand against the taut muscle of your thigh, staring so intently at your twitching hole. “So fuckin messy.” It’s the closest to warning you get as he pushes his fingers back in, the yelp you let out sounding pitiful even to you. 

“We shouldn’t, d-do this.” You grip at Osamu’s arm, but it’s as if each tug you make has no effect. There isn’t a purpose to his motions, his fingers pumping in and out of you with reckless abandon, the wet, lewd sounds filling the room. 

“‘M just helping you.” Osamu breathes out, hot breath fanning over your sensitive cunt. With each push of his fingers you feel as though your whole body has been thrown under an unwavering waterfall, every stroke of his fingers feeling like the ruthless waters beating down on you. 

“Yeah, you’re the idiot who went and fucked Kita Shinsuke of all people.” Atsumu chides, running a hand across your belly, lips tickling the shell of your ear. He pulls one of your hands off of Osamu, intertwining your fingers, securing your hand against your heaving chest.

“M’Not an idiot.” Your panting whines swirling with the soft wet clicking made by his digits in your cunt punctuating your shame, your words weakly slurred together. “Samu-nii n-n’more.”

“Hm? What was that?” He teases his ring finger against your entrance, viciously scissoring his index and middle, making your body stiffen, the pain of overstimulation surging violently chased with flecks of pleasure. 

“Pretty sure she said more Samu.” Atsumu goads, slipping his other hand underneath your shirt to massage your tender breasts, the endless waves of exhaustion leaving you unable to deny yourself melting in his hold.

“More it is.” Without the slightest of stutters in his motions he stuffs in his ring finger, forcing your back to arch at the sting, the throbbing of your cunny is gut wrenching but the delicious curl of Osamu’s fingers is undeniable.

“Shlow down.” Your tongue feels thick in your mouth, head lolling back, knocking into Atsumu’s chin as you stare down with blurry vision at Osamu’s fingers disappearing into your wet heat.

“Think our little dummy means speed up, right sis? You wouldn’t want Samu to miss any leftover cum from your little slut stunt.” 

“I-I don’t?” You mumble, trying to crane your head to meet Atsumu’s gaze, the disconnect of his words is disorienting as you continue to slip into worn out haze.

“Of course not, that’s what we’ve been telling you.” He releases your hand in favor of sliding his hand up to grip at your jaw, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Hey Samu I think you can fit a fourth.”

“Yeah, me too.” Atsumu presses your head against his, leaving the two of you cheek to cheek as your eyes widen at the sight of your brother’s pinky swiping besides your entrance.

“Won’t fit.” 

“It will.” Osamu looks up at you, the familiar lazy half smile almost comforting as he begins to work his fourth finger into your thoroughly abused cunt. A jolt of biting pain mottled with bliss erupts through you. The feeling of being utterly stuffed, pushed past whatever limits you had, leaving you unable to even focus your eyes or make sense of whatever Atsumu whispers against you. 

The entirety of your body feels like an exposed nerve, as if you’ve been left out in the sun too long, simultaneously hyper aware and numb of all the little touches and strokes across your flesh. You can feel Osamu steadily pick up the pace with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke as if he’s trying to dig deeper, as if he’s trying to make your cunny memorize the shape of each finger. 

“Tsu-tsumu-niii, I thiiink…” Whatever comment you had is lost in your throat, the tiniest caress of Osamu’s thumb against your clit has your mind going blank, the entirety of your body coiling tightly, a mangled whine preempting the feeling of yourself gushing around Osamu’s fingers. Your body spasms, held tightly in Atsumu’s arms as you squeal out at Osamu unwilling to relent his movements, continuing to piston his fingers with reckless abandon.

“Enough, Ssamu enough.” Your vision goes spotty, watching with jagged breaths as he gradually withdraws. You spiral into unconsciousness one last shiver wracking through you as you watch him bring his fingers up to his lips, licking a stripe up his coated fingers. A dastardly grin the last thing you see as you black out.

[sweettodo]

HEY BAE 😩

how about some hisoka with a tongue piercing bc JUST IMAGINE oh and what if ✨it✨ all happened on the airship just before the last exam phase 😍🙏

hey bae ! how are you? hopefully good !

lemme find out there’s hisoka fanart w a tongue piercing .... (s)creaming. i also got very much i to this because my mind is going insane over this idea.

includes : oral.

a knock on the door had awoken you, springing out of bed, glancing at the clock, still sore from today’s exam.

“three in the morning? what the-”

“hisoka...” you breathed, he smiles, towering over you, shirtless and in sweatpants with that sly fucking grin. you sigh and turn around, allowing him in, “didn’t you say you didn’t want anyone to know we were affiliated with one another?”

he shrugs, sitting on your bed, leaning back to look out the window, overlooking the sky, the dark horizon with the clouds, the stars did look bigger from up here.

“couldn’t resist, do you blame me?”

you smiled, sitting beside him on the bed and laying back down, the man looking down at you, your heart bursting into a frenzy of excitement. his eyes alone sent you head over heals.

“you’re not eyes supposed to be here,” he hungrily licked his bottom lip, the moonlight making his piercing glow and light up his smile; it was truly a sight to see, “tryna’ entice me? hisoka?” you lightly chuckled.

leaning down, twisting his body so he’s facing you, arm on either side of your shoulders, “but you love it, don’t you?” kissing down your ear to the base of your neck, chills erupting down your body, your thighs clenching together.

“no one saw me walk here, so you don’t have to worry.” he reassures.

he proceeds, one hand snaking up and under your night shirt, tips of his fingers ticking your side, he moves fully over you, your hands attaching to his waist, “what are you doing?” you whisper, he lifts up your shirt, beautiful eyes looking at how your body glowed, being so high up in the sky, it was bright enough to emit a beautiful shadow upon the man in front of you, he glowed while his body on top of yours, feeling every inch of your body.

“giving you what you love most.”

“which is?”

“my tongue, of course, you seem to love my piercing the most so,” he smirks, “lay back and be quiet.” he pulls his hands back, touching the hem of your pajama pants, pulling them down with the help of you lifting your back up so he can pull them down.

he dips his head back down, torso now between your legs as he kisses down your stomach, hands holding your sides as he continues. kissing down your belly button and to your pelvic area, “hisoka.” you groaned, lips barely touching the hem of your underwear, “hurry up.”

he laughs, “what, don’t like it?” he teases, rolling your eyes, “be patient, ive missed you since the beginning of this exam.” his fingers linking underneath your underwear, pulling them towards his face, his eyes hungry, ready to taste you again; it really had been too long, “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

he barely tickles your pelvic area with his nose as he pulls down you underwear until they’re at your thighs, you were glittery, hands shaky from the way he made you feel like you were on a never-ending roller coaster, he’s tossing the cloth on the ground and grabbing your thighs, holding them on his shoulders.

“so pretty,” he lets spit build up on his tongue before letting it roll down, off his tongue until it’s stringing down and hitting your cunt, his tongue following close behind with a stripe up your folds. biting hard on your bottom lip to silence you, his eyes remain on yours, boring into your face, “tastes good too.”

your hand snakes down to hold his hair, the little metal ball swirling around your clit, the stimulation from the piercing making your legs twitch, “g-god hisoka,” you moaned, head falling deeper into your pillow as he works you.

sucking on your clit, his digit slowly massaging your folds before filling your entrance, you try to surpass the moans, screwing your eyes shut with your jaw slack, “fuck- fuck.” you mewled, his finger curling, hooking into you just right, your back arching while he makes sure that his piecing is rubbing against the bundle of nerves.

fingers carding between his roots, pulling at the multicolor hair while his finger fucks into you, he pulls off of you once he sees your chest rising and falling, back arching upwards close to orgasm, still fingering you he purrs, “show me how much you missed me, i want you to cum all over me, yeah?” you nod your head, he attaches back to your core.

your thighs shook around him, the pressure from the tongue piercing making your free hand fly to your bare chest, begging for as much stimulation as possible.

trying not to cry out, his finger still deep inside you- your hole twitches and squeezes around him, “oh my god.” you cried rolling your hips against his finger as he watched you fall apart, trying to keep that feeling in your core as long as possible.

his middle finger slides out of you slowly, coated in your cum, he drags his index along with it, scooping your cream up before lifting up and peering back over you again, “taste.” he sticks his two fingers in your mouth, sucking your cum off his hand before kissing your lips, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips and meeting your own, his chin wet, his mouth tasting like your pussy. your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him down onto you.

you pulled away from the kiss, panting for air, “god, i fucking missed you.”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Warm

Prompts: Um hi, I love your writing. Would you by any chance want to write a hurt/comfort piece where Janus returns from a meeting with the Light Sides and has a breakdown bc the Light Sides still don’t completely accept him after everything (not in an unsymp way, more in a suspicious-but-not-wanting-or-realizing-that-they-hurt-him-way) and Remus comforts him? Thank you lots (should you choose to write it :D) - anon

If your still up for prompts can you do remus helping to comfort janus after a busy day like he does stuff only dark sides would know that will help janus relax - whitehorsewolf

 Thank you for the asks, babes! 

Read on Ao3

Warnings: sympathetic dark bois

Pairings: can be dukeceit if you want, doesn’t have to be

Word Count: 1998

They’re not mean. They’re just cold.

Patton doesn’t insist that he’s evil and that they should never listen to him, that bar none, lying is wrong, and Thomas is a bad person for even thinking about it. Logan doesn’t throw barb after barb at him, pretending he doesn’t understand sarcasm and using it as an excuse to put down his intelligence. Virgil doesn’t make his life hell every time he dares open his mouth. Roman doesn’t loudly cut him off or glare at him or make fun of everything he says.

 Patton is quiet, asking politely if Janus wouldn’t mind explaining a little more. Logan is clipped, smooth, dispassionate. Virgil never makes eye contact with him but backs him up, every single time. Roman apologizes when he misunderstands and offers solutions for Janus to consider.

 They are considerate, they are careful, and Janus hates it.

 They’re walking on eggshells now, not just with him, but with each other. They speak so carefully that every single word becomes a lie, a lie of omission. Janus’s mouth almost starts to bleed with how bitter it tastes.

 They try. They do their best. And he does have to give them credit because they are trying. They’re trying so hard that it’s killing them. It’s killing him.

 So much is going unsaid so they don’t accidentally hurt anyone else that they’re tearing themselves asunder.

 Is this…what he wanted?

 He certainly didn’t want it to be this cold.

 Janus reaches his door with a groan, opening it and slipping inside. His fingers slide uselessly off the clasps at the front, unable to wrap around anything for long enough to undo the clasp, move the material, even work through the fabric of his gloves. The material saps the warmth from him the longer he can’t get it off, creating a strange warmth paradox where it’s the only thing that kept him standing in that frigid, frigid living room but now it’s wicking away every last speck of his own heat.

 He hisses, his mouth still bone dry from the lies. He manages to get himself over to the heat lamp and bat clumsily at the base, searching desperately for the button to press and make all this cold, cold, cold go away. He misses.

 He grits his teeth and tries again.

 He summons up every last bit of willpower he has and tries again.

 Finally, he hits the button and almost faints with relief. The warmth is there, it’s right there, he just has to…just has to get to it…it’s so close…it’s right there…

 Snakes…snakes don’t do well in the…in the cold…it’s cold…it’s so cold…

 It’s…so…cold…

 …so…

 …cold.

 Janus falls to the floor, his hand outstretched for the warmth of the heat lamp.

 Something bangs on his door.

 Bang. Bang. Bang.

 “Janny!”

 Janus can’t summon up anything to move.

 “Janny, open up, or I’m coming in.”

 He…can’t…move…too…cold…

 “Janny? Janny, you’re not supposed to be the one that’s scary down here.”

 …cold…

 The hinges almost fly off his door as Remus kicks it in. If he weren’t as he currently is, he’d be pissed. As of right now, he’s just…there…lying on the ground…out of the warmth.

 “Jeez, Janny, you’d think that you…were…Jan?”

 Remus’s voice turns from manic glee to concern in less than an instant. Before Janus can blink—snakes don’t have eyelids—Remus is there, next to him, crouched on the floor.

 “What’re you doing over here, Jan,” Remus mutters, “and why are you colder than a polar bear’s butthole?”

 “Re…mus…”

 “Yeah, Jan, it’s me, let’s…alright, let’s get you into the heat, yeah?” Remus grunts and gets his arms under Janus.

 Janus almost groans with how warm Remus feels, even through the thick cloak. Once the heat’s gone it’s gone, replaced quickly by the blazing light of the lamp. Unconsciously, Janus lets his head flop to the side, the scales starting to gleam in the amber glow.

 “Alright, that’s better, now let’s just—alright, here we go—why am I the one uncomfortable right now, is this what it’s like for all of you? It’s awful…”

 If Janus had speech right now, he’d be asking Remus what he was talking about. Instead, all he can do is hiss clumsily as Remus starts to peel the layers off of him. Why is Remus doing this? Is something wrong with him?

 Oh, right, he’s cold.

 A high-pitched whine splits the air. He doesn’t like it. He would rather it stopped, thank you very much. It hurts. Did they leave some electronics on or something? Can this stop now?

 Now Remus is making a shushing noise, what—

 —oh. Is it…

 “Shh, shh, Jan-Jan, it’s okay, hey, uh-uh, Snakey, you look at me now, yeah?”

 Warm. Warm hand on his face. He tries to blink—does he have eyelids now?—and Remus’s face swims into view.

 He’s worried. Remus never looks worried. It softens as soon as Janus can focus on him.

 “Hey, Snakey,” Remus murmurs, “you just stay here, yeah? Be a little snake puddle?”

 The whine keeps going. If anything it gets higher.

 “Shh, shh, shh,” Remus hushes, “if you do too much of that you’ll spread the cold back around you, you gotta be quiet for a little, yeah? I’m gonna get the rest of these off you, but you don’t have to worry.”

 …he’s the one making that noise. Well, that’s embarrassing. He’s sure if he could he’d be blushing right now. But cold-blooded and all that…

 “There you go, Snakey,” comes Remus’s soft voice as those warm hands go back to work, “just stay right here and bask in your heat lamp. I’m gonna help.”

 Janus lets his eyes close as more things start to jostle him lightly. He feels the thick layers being pulled away, exposing more and more scales to the bright light. It’s warm. It’s warm. He sags to the ground and his hands begin to twitch.

 A chuckle comes from somewhere above him.

 “Jan-Jan,” Remus murmurs, much closer, “I’m gonna get your soft stuff to put on and your scale brush, yeah?”

 Janus just hums.

 “When you got speech back you’re gonna tell me what happened,” comes the soft mutter before Remus is gone, leaving Janus there in the warmth.

 Is he…mad? No, not really. The others haven’t done anything wrong, per se, they’re trying their best and it’s…it’s not easy. None of this is easy. As a matter of fact, they’re doing quite well, all things considered. He’s not exactly blameless here, is he?

 Is he sad? That they don’t like him? Yes, a little, but that’s…that’s also not really what’s going on.

 He’s just tired.

 And very, very cold.

 “Hey,” Remus murmurs, having crouched back down, “hey, Snakey, you here with me?”

 “Mm…”

 “Good. Here,” he says, raising a metal straw to Janus’s mouth, “you gotta drink something. You’re not looking so good.”

 Janus opens his mouth and immediately winces when he feels something creak. Remus curses softly and summons something else.

 “Alright, Snakey, I’m gonna sit you up a little. Hey, hey,” he soothes when Janus whines again in protest, “you’re not going anywhere, but you gotta rinse your mouth out. Trust me.”

 Janus lets Remus—he doesn’t have much of a say in this, he’s still far too cold, but he trusts Remus—sit him up and lean him against something, tilted so his mouth is over a bowl.

 “Here,” Remus says, holding up another cup, “it’s just warm water. Try and rinse your mouth out a bit, huh?”

 Janus does, obediently taking a small mouthful and spitting into the bowl. Well, he more just…opens his mouth and lets it fall. There’s blood. And it’s going everywhere because he can’t aim like this.

 “Hey, uh-uh,” Remus murmurs when he mumbles an apology, “you do know who you’re talking to, right Snakey?”

 “’S messy.”

 “If you think these little things are messy then I haven’t been working in the common area enough. Shh, shh,” Remus chuckles when Janus immediately protests, “I’m kidding. Mostly.”

 Janus just keeps washing his mouth until it runs clear and it’s not as bitter anymore. Remus sets the bowl aside and raises the first straw to his mouth again.

 “It’s just warm water and honey, it’s not gonna do anything to you. I promise.”

 “…sure?”

 “I’m sure, Snakey,” Remus hums, holding Janus firmly with his warm, warm arms, “I wouldn’t pull anything when you’re like this.”

 He wouldn’t, Janus knows, he’s just…very tired.

 “There you go…” Remus gentles him back to the ground when he’s had his fill, picking up the dry brush and rubbing it carefully over one of his shoulders. “When was the last time you brushed your scales, Snakey?”

 “…mm.”

 “Oh, Jan-Jan…” Remus shakes his head and strokes the brush down his arm, patiently working across the scales. “There…that’s better.”

 The brush’s stiff bristles slide neatly between the scales and clean out even the most stubborn of detritus. Remus works patiently around the rest of his non-scaled skin. The bristles are too rough when they’re not on the scales. It’s quiet, just the soft buzz of the lamp and the scrape, scrape, scrape of the brush. It’s warm.

 “Snakey,” Remus murmurs after a while, “do you think you can roll over for me?”

 “…must I?”

 “You can talk again,” he chuckles, along with a gentle poke to his belly, “that’s good. And unless you don’t want me to get the other side, you gotta roll over.”

 “…help.”

 “I gotcha.” Remus gently works his hands under Janus’s side and lifts, carefully letting him rest on his stomach. “There…you can breathe okay, yeah?”

 “Mm.”

 “Good.” The brush returns, working slowly over and over the scales. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

 “Nothing.”

 Another gentle poke to his side. “Don’t lie to me, Snakey,” Remus chides, “you don’t let yourself get like this just because.”

 “The others are just…just…mm.”

 “I know, but still.”

 Janus sighs. He tells Remus how the others were cold. Not unkind, just cold. Remus hums, switching the brush to his other hand.

 “It’s gonna take them time, Jan-Jan.”

 “I’m not angry.”

 “But it’s still nice to hear, yeah?”

 “…mm.”

 Remus finishes with the brush and carefully sets it aside, rolling Janus back so he can look at his face. The warmth is starting to seep into his bones, sinking him further and further into the floor. Remus chuckles.

 “You gonna fall asleep there, Snakey?”

 “’S warm.”

 “I know, that’s the point. You can sleep, that’s okay. Want me to stay?”

 Janus reaches out blindly for Remus’s sleeve. Remus lets him pull him down into the shady spot outside the heat lamp, pulling Janus a little closer. He’s not as warm as the heat lamp.

 “If you wanna go ahead and fall asleep there, you do that. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

 It’s quiet. It’s warm.

 “You’re doing great, Jan,” Remus whispers, “this shit is fucking hard on everybody. It’s gonna be okay.”

 A warm hand settles on his belly, rubbing gentle circles.

 “You rest now,” comes the murmur, growing longer and lower as it slowly becomes the only thing Janus can hear, “rest, Snakey…you’re warm now.”

 Warm…

 “You’re gonna be okay.”

 …warm…

 “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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[po1songore]

you're cute and you make me happy every time i see you on my dash uwu 💖 4, 8, 18, 23, 34

♡ this is so sweet thank u!!

iv. what piercings do you want.

i already have all the piercings i want, aka a nostril, a septum and a belly button and ears (2 lobes and one high lobe) . i would like to fill my ears though, when i get money i definitely will.

viii. fav show to binge watch.

i LOVE binging on shows that contain drama or reality shows , like dr phil, judge judy, paternity court, casa cerado, etc. they are my guilty pleasure. also horrible latin cheap shows with horrible dubbing on top,amazing. and whenever im really sad i put on some buzzfeed unsolved:)

xviii. what tattoos do you want.

currently i have a snake between my tits. i want to make a crescent behind it. when i get in law school i would love to do lady justice on me, both for that and because my favorite album of all time is and justice for all by metallica. i also want a xiii above my AHAM bc its my lucky number. the one im saving up now to do is goya's painting of cronus eating his son, i want to do that on my thigh. luckily my friend is an amazing tattoo artist and ill get that cheaply.

xxiii. five favorite musical artists.

well my music taste is all over the place but, number one is chase atlantic, i adore them and forever will. they get me hyped up like no one else. then its metallica, i know all of their discography and they are the reason i became a bass player at 16. then its chris isaac, i love his voice and songs so much, if i ever met him upclose id cry just from his voice. then the last two spots rightfully belong to twenty one pilots & deftones. i do not listen to tøp anymore but , they marked a huge part of my life and im sure id break down if i ever saw them close. also i love deftones so much.

xxxiv. whats your coffee order.

i live in a mediterranean country so, its either gonna be a freddo cappuccino with a lot of sugar,or a frappe with medium sugar:)

[iceberg-lounge-llc]

So I decided to make yet another oc post

I recently created my own orange side oc for sanders sides, so heres some facts about my new character, Harlow Sanders.

🎃 Pronouns are they/them, though they aren’t opposed to he/him pronouns. Please ask them before using he/him tho

🎃Harlow isn’t even a side. They’re still an imaginary being, just one that was created by the twins (Remus if we’re being specific) but they weren’t created for a purpose and aren’t directly obedient to their creator. The reason for this being that they were one of the many unfinished creations until recently, lacking personality and color

🎃They have adhd. They just do. Remus didn’t make adhd a part of their brain but it still happened, which means that Harlow may or may not just be a normal human at this point (minus a few things Remus did because he can)

🎃Harlow, due to Remus wanting someone he can experiment on without traumatizing them, can’t feel physical pain and often turns it into a joke whenever they get hurt in a way that probably should kill them. Since Remus created them, Harlow is no stranger to intrusive thoughts but just really doesn't give a shit anymore.

🎃Their entire color palette consist of oranges, reds and black (Minus their skin and the whites of their eyes, of course) and no one but Harlow fucking knows why

🎃They have two moods, neutral and RAGE

🎃Never wears normal shirts, if it’s not cropped they won’t fucking wear it

🎃Orange lipstick. Why? Just because.

🎃Janus: Hey kid you want some blades?

Harlow for no fucking reason: No, blades are for skatin!

🎃Will not hesitate to yell and threaten health and well being into people. They mean well, but end up scaring people who don’t know them as well as the dark sides do.

🎃Constantly silent judging Roman. He does something dumb? Head shake of disapproval.

🎃All of the fucking piercings. They have snake bit lip rings, a stirring silver stud on their tongue, all of the ear piercings, and an eyebrow piercing. They might have a belly button ring, still unsure about it tho

🎃they have stretch marks on their thighs, but really don’t care. The others never make fun of their stretch marks, so why should they be Insecure? It’s their body.

🎃May or may not have stolen Virgil’s old hoodie and other items from the sides’ old outfits bc they are functionally a dragon.

🎃Give the, something shiney? They will love and cherish it forever.

This is all I have for now, if anyone has questions, don’t hesitate to send me an ask. I’ll be happy to answer as best I can!