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someone tell wednesday what a milf is, i need to see how she’s gonna react💀
"What's a MILF?"
Enid's laughter at your rant came to a screeching halt. Wednesday had asked her what a MILF was? No, that couldn't be, surely she knew what it was, right? She was beyond intelligent, she would know something like this. She was with you, after all, there was no way it was a foreign concept.
But the look on her face told Enid otherwise.
"It's- I mean it- it's an acronym," Enid mumbled with a shrug.
"What does it stand for?" Wednesday asked. There was no malice in her voice or in her gaze, just sheer curiosity. That, Enid thought, was the worst part.
"Well, it- it means-," she couldn't find the words. Did she lie? There were plenty of false meanings for it, surely those would work, right? But no, Wednesday was too smart, she would know and then Enid would be the one getting in trouble.
Time to throw you under the bus.
"It, um, it stands- it stands for Mother I'd Like to Fuck."
Wednesday was silent and Enid could see the gears turning in her head. Oh god, this was how she was going to die. She was going to be the one to die because you were still too busy ranting and she was physically closer to Wednesday. No one would ever find her remains and Wednesday would kill the rest of the witnesses too.
"I see," was all Wednesday said in reply before turning to look at you.
Everything moved in slow motion and Enid could do nothing to stop it. From the way Wednesday grabbed the shoe sitting next to her, to the way she threw it with phenomenal precision. It hit you square in the chest, forcing the air out of you and knocking you off of your seat.
"What was that for?" You asked incredulously.
"Never equate my mother to a MILF ever again," she said before standing up and leaving the room.
"Wednesday wait!" You called out, struggling to get up and chase after her.
Well. You were certainly in the dog house for the foreseeable future. Enid would need to remember to sneak some snacks to you when you were inevitably locked out of the room.
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So, an apology for not having my crossover story published by now like I wanted it to. It’s a huge passion project of mine and something I’m eager to show everyone, as niche of a topic/crossover it may be. But, school is keeping me busy.
For the time being, here’s a silly little snippet that has already been written along with a silly headcanon of mine with little to no relevancy to the plot, I just think it’s neat:
In this series, the Ink Demon holds a grudge against birds; in part due to the fact Bendy’s bird hates him. Ironically later in the series, he becomes a cat person…
Cats love to eat birds… and they also nap a lot and can be moody. Seems fitting for the rather grouchy king of the ink realm. Meanwhile Bendy never stops chattering like a baby starling. He 100% talked to that bird 24/7. (And no Ink wouldn’t actually eat the bird, Audrey would’ve gotten on his case about it)
The birb btw:
Silly bird that’s brought up in the prologue and maybe never again unless I find a reason.
#Some meaningless fluff#The first part of this chapter will be a bit heavy so here’s fluff to lighten things#stick together for survival#Crossover#passion project#Excerpt#Drabble#headcanon#self indulgence#audrey drew#the ink demon#bendy#fluff#Batim#batdr#It’s not really needed#But it gives more of a light hearted sense to the last half of the chapter#Disclaimer for that I suppose#i just think it's neat#Birb#Putting this here bc I feel bad that I can never get stuff put out on time#This isn’t a strictly bendy fic if you have no idea what this is for
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Dando + 13 pretty please moss ~ love birb <3
This was kind of inspired by @merryslilhobbit's Chapter 4 for Celebrations! <3
List of prompts here :3
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The worst thing about Daniel Ricciardo's inability to let go of a bit is that Lando keeps having to suffer because of it.
He didn't even know that he was walking into one until it happened.
To run it back, here's the situation: Lando has big hands. Lando is good with his hands. And his stupid boyfriend is always complaining about his neck hurting. So Lando finally offers to massage him now that he's a lone wolf and no longer has a trainer on the regular to do this shit for him.
It happens at Zandvoort, and Daniel's parked himself at one of the McLaren hospitality tables like he owns the place and absolutely refuses to leave Lando in peace to eat his teriyaki chicken.
He whines so much about his neck that Lando huffs in annoyance and finally stands behind him to press his thumbs into the firm tangle of muscles and suddenly Daniel is tipping his head forward and groaning out loud, in public.
Lando smacks him on the back of the head, earning a sad little yelp which of course instantly makes Lando feel bad, so he rubs the spot immediately.
"Danny, shut up," Lando says, his voice low.
Which was his first and most fatal mistake.
He gets back to it, pressing harder into Daniel's traps where the muscle is even more taut, forced to recuperate after being off the grid for so long. Lando uses his elbow to apply pressure on a particularly stiff spot, and Daniel, well—
“Oh God, yes, right there— oh my God, Lando just like that, please don’t stop.”
Two McLaren mechanics look up from their lunch to stare at them, but then when they see that it's Daniel, all they get is amused laughter and a fond shake of their heads.
Lando leans and hisses, "Can you stop that? You’re making it sound like we’re in a porno and now I’m highly uncomfortable.”
Daniel just laughs harder and then tips his head back to smile brightly at him, the little shit.
"Baby, you know what I sound like when we're making a porno," he whispers, and then fucking winks.
Lando flicks his forehead in response, his cheeks burning at the memory. Jesus.
"I am not touching you in public ever again," Lando says, and sits back down to eat the rest of his meal.
"But my neeeeeeck," Daniel whines, attempting to pull puppy dog eyes that just absolutely do not work on a thirty-four year old man with stubble and wild curly hair.
"Suffer," Lando replies, and shoves a forkful of rice into his mouth.
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Unspoken Accident
It wasn't supposed to be this long but the story ran away from me so 😅
For Snarry Spring Garden Game that is currently happening in HoS because I just had to join. For @danpuff-ao3! Thanks for the prompt. I like the challenge of its 😏
The options are between: Long Prompt: Someone sits on a cactus or Short Prompt: Popsicle
Me literally become that meme:
#house of snarry#drabble#snarry#severusxharry#harry x snape#harry x severus#snape x harry#harry potter#severus snape#humor#attempt at humor#summer#popsicle#cactus#Birb
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Taking a shift in the surveilance room was hell for Red-Stripe.
Not because of the late nights–it was crepuscular, why would that bother it? Not because it was mostly boring in a ship like the Guileless. There was rarely any trouble here. And the worst it ever got to was an entertaining spat. No. It was because of the humans.
More specifically.
The play-hunting.
Red-Stripe could see them on the projections sometimes. It usually occured once a day, if it was lucky, it was less.
One of the humans slowly crept up on another human–bent low and Red-Stripe felt its rapid heartbeat rise further.
The humans play-hunting were tiny. Young. But chicks. Yet, they were already starting to learn how to capture prey.
They were terrifying.
The tiny creeping human leapt at the other from behind, blinding it with its meaty talons.
Red-Stripe shivered, doing its best to keep its eyes on one of the other projections.
I feel like any aliens that were prey at some point in evolution would have an odd fear of humans. Mostly cause they look like predators, act a bit like predators, and ARE predators. One perfect example is when we're focused on something like a mosquito that's been bugging us for a long time and we are just done.
Alien: "What. What..?"
Human: *HUNTING down a mosquito it saw*
Alien: ".... yeah I am really uncomfortable...."
Human: *quiet footsteps, pupils dialated, intense focus,*
Alien: *WAR FLASHBACKS*
Human: "Found you." *absolutely desimates the mosquito, squashing it into a million pieces as it's guts and various body parts liquidize into blood of the bloodthirsty, now stained on the palm of the human. A living being now reduced to a useless corpse as the human wipes the remains on their pants*
Alien: "I feel like I've just gained trauma."
#lol#reblog#i feel this#i hunt flies all the time#red stripe is a birb#humans are space orcs#drabble#writing
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There was no ranting, it wasn't an pleasant atmosphere but amicable enough. Wrapped up in his wings, knees up to his chest with arms on them. Casually laying his head on them to watch his maker. Relying on his ability to take note as he genuinely got lost inside his own head. Entertaining himself by trying to picture humans going about their daily business. It wasn't perfect, since he sure hadn't ever met any and well or seen an single one either. But that was almost half of the fun. Getting lost in details like how an smile might look. Or the sun, sunlight reflecting off their eyes and the green of the grass. Unaware of the little breath he took as remembered to add in that people breathe. Or exhale- unaware the attention paid briefly his direction. Too lost in his project going on in his imagination.
#<< dream you cannot escape >> drabbles#(you've heard about crying in the club- im crying inside an recycling bin right now)#(xD)#(beloved birb)
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— WATCH YOUR STEP ! ; it's a masterlist.
[ v10.14.24 ] here's a post dedicated to organizing my recent writings — summer/fall 2024. minors dni with fics marked 18+. featuring: my hero academia, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:
*ೃ༄ ALL MIGHT | toshinori yagi
( 18+ ) bruised ego | part one ; f!reader / all might — young!might. you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. ( 18+ ) bruised ego | part two ; f!reader / all might — young!might. he should have waited for you. but no, toshinori felt like he had something to prove. now, roles are reversed and he needs your help. ( WIP ) bruised ego | part three ; f!reader / all might — coming soon. ( 18+ ) all smite + tears ; f!reader / all smite — part of the #birbs smut blurbs ( 18+ ) toshinori + voice ; f!reader / toshinori — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #bruised ego | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the bruised ego series
*ೃ༄ HAWKS | keigo takami
meet & greet | part one ; f!reader / hawks — you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. ( WIP ) meet & greet | part two ; f!reader / hawks — coming soon. ( 18+ ) keigo + begging ; f!reader / hawks — part of the #birbs smut blurbs #meet & greet | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the meet & greet series
*ೃ༄ DABI | touya todoroki
burner cell | part one ; f!reader / dabi — you end up at the league's bar, unbeknownst to you or your drunk friends. you just want to go home. set in the early days of bnha. burner cell | part two ; f!reader / dabi — after a week of silence, you finally text dabi. #burner cell | the tag ; — includes headcanons, drabbles, and asks pertaining to the burner cell series
*ೃ༄ SHOTO | shoto todoroki
can't we be seventeen? ; f!reader / shoto — he's loved you since he was seveteen.
*ೃ༄ RED RIOT | eijiro kirishima
noise complaint ; f!reader / red riot — red riot feels really bad about absolutely wrecking the shit out of your treasured plants, or eijiro kirishima falls in love at first sight.
*ೃ༄ SUNEATER | tamaki amajiki
( 18+ ) tamaki + tentacle ; f!reader / suneater — part of #birbs smut blurbs
*ೃ༄ ENDEAVOR | enji todoroki
( 18+ ) endeavor + whipped ; f!reader / enji — part of #birbs smut blurbs
*ೃ༄ ERASURE HEAD | shouta aizawa
( 18+ ) aizawa + eating ; f!reader / shouta — part of #birbs smut blurbs
*ೃ༄ MINDJACK | hitoshi shinso
( 18+ ) mindjack + quirk ; f!reader / hitoshi — part of #birbs smut blurbs
KIMETSU NO YAIBA:
*ೃ༄ KYOJURO RENGOKU
the fool ; f!hashira reader / rengoku — all you wanted was to pass out in your room, but no. here you are, dragging yourself (quite literally) up the mountainside to the ubuyashiki mansion's onsen.
JUJUSTSU KAISEN:
*ೃ༄ SATORU GOJO
( 18+ ) gojo + lineage ; f!reader / gojo — part of #birbs smut blurbs
*ೃ༄ NANAMI KENTO
( 18+ ) nanami + tie ; f!reader / nanami — part of #birbs smut blurbs
[ updated: 10.14.24 | © all works belong to @whirlybirbs / pilotisms on archive of our own. do not plagiarize, translate, repost, or bind my fanworks for sale. ]
#whirlybirbs masterlist#all might x reader#bruised ego#mha imagine#toshinori yagi x reader#bnha#mha#rengoku kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku x reader#rengoku x reader#rengoku imagine#dabi imagine#dabi x reader#dabi mha#hawks x reader#hawks imagine#keigo takami x reader#keigo takami#the tags are a nightmare but#this is really to keep my organized#red riot x reader#kirishima x reader#tamaki x reader#amajiki x reader#hitoshi x reader#hitoshi imagine#shinso x reader#aizawa imagine#aizawa x you#mha smut
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✦ If I may ask, is it wrong for a mortal to wish for a god? May my hopes and dreams to embrace Idia be brought to fruition? Or will they just be scattered like stars in the sky..?
I apologize for two Idia asks already, sadly he is on of my favorites ✧
"... Child of mortals, one truth you must understand
To love a god, a great risk you put in your hands
Tragedies shall ensue, for the ichor you lack
For love should a god falls, there is no turning back."
pairing: idia shroud x reader
content: short drabble, hurt/probably no comfort, character death, ichor's effect on humans is probably inaccurately described (on purpose btw), idia has yet to meet his persephone here, angst :) , greek mythology
the oracle speaks — this hurts my soul to write (not really but still)
The Fates cannot save you now. I am sorry, my child.
— you couldn't breathe.
each inhale was a wave of pain you had to endure. your lungs felt like they were burning, it made everything physically hurt to just breathe.
tears poured out from your dulling eyes like rivers, its coolness was like a salve to your burning skin. but it wasn't enough.
what had you done to deserve a fate like this?
"no... no, nonononononono—" you heard a familiar voice muttered, then a pair of arms wrapped around your sore body, cradling you in his hold. "this- this wasn't supposed to happen—"
his cool hand cupped your cheek, sending yet another painful throb to your brain. it took you everything to even open your eyes, bloody lips stretched into a pained smile as you saw his distinctive glowing blue hair. wisps of blue fire caressed your skin, light like feathers.
"i'm sorry, my king." your throat felt dry, the beautiful voice he adored hearing was now reduced to mere rasps. oh, how it felt like godly stabs to his immortal heart, seeing you in such a state.
his mind briefly wandered to just a moment before, when the ichor he spilt had made its way onto your delicate mortal skin. thus, putting you on the line to the underworld for eternity to come. you would be with him, still, it was just not the same.
tears pooled the corner of his eyes, he wondered if this was his fault, or it was a cruel destiny the fates had set for him. his cold lips pressed a kiss on your burning forehead, a grim reminder of your horrible demise.
"you deserve to reach elysium. i will make sure of it." he murmured, holding back his tears as he witnessed the fates snip your cord, ending your suffering at last.
his quiet voice, laced thick with sorrow was the last thing you heard, before you fell into a slumber, never to wake up again.
"I am so sorry, my love."
🏷️ @dove-da-birb, @cave-of-jade, @xen-blank, @lyle-my-beloved, @krenenbaker, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @identity-theft-101, @siren-serenity + idia kissers
remember to reblog if you enjoy my works! ^-^
#irene's writings ♡#twst#twisted wonderland#twst au#twst angst#twst drabble#idia shroud#twst idia#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud x reader#twst idia x reader#idia x reader#elysium ❤️🔥
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THE WORDS YOU GAVE ME
Keigo Takami x GN reader
CONTENT; pure fluff, waking up with my fav birb, pet names (duckie, baby bird, dove), comfort w/ some reverse comfort too.
WORD COUNT; 732
AUTHOR NOTE; im so sorry I’ve been gone so long!! :( life really got in the way and i’ve been unable to write from lack of motivation and stuff. i wrote this little drabble to try and get back into the swing of things, i’m quite proud of it but i’m still a little rusty. i hope you’re all doing well during the run up to the new year! remember to drink water and take care of yourself, you’re so loved <3
Mourning doves cooed out their quiet songs as the sun stretched out into the sky, wrapped in blankets of clouds. Its light slithered under your curtains and ran its warm ray of fingers over your face. You stirred, your face scrunching up as you reluctantly greeted a new day and turned to your side to be met with a comforting, red warmth; the fiery plumage of Keigo’s wings, his primaries spread over the thickness of your duck-feather duvet. You rub your eyes as you feel a hand stroke the hair from your face. Those hands trail down to rub your shoulders, massaging gentle circles of comfort into your skin.
“Morning, dove,” A voice croaks out.
“Good morning,” You reply, opening your heavy eyes to a sleepy Keigo, shirtless with the rising sun highlighting him like a halo through your curtains.
He smiles at the sound of your voice, amber suns pinning as the dark holes of his eyes dilate to twice their size. He stretches his wings out again as he shuffles closer to you, his hand on your shoulder raising to your face again, the pad of his thumb making circles on your cheek.
You feel yourself melt into the warmth of his touch, leaning in slightly. The comfort of the blankets and duvet were one thing, but when Keigo was under them with you, it was like the stars had aligned so perfectly. You knew that if he could, Keigo would align the stars for you, paint a sky full of the stars he knew you loved so much.
“How’d you sleep?” Keigo asked, never taking his eyes off you.
You shrugged, your throat still a little hoarse. You only leaned Keigo’s chest, the heat of his skin setting your cheeks on fire. You couldn’t tell if it was that or the brush of red that bloomed over your face, but Keigo was happy to still have that effect on you, after all this time.
He planted a kiss on the crown of your head, resting his chin. You hummed to yourself happily, half asleep. The two of you laid in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of each other breathing like a lifeline. Keigo ran his hands through your hair and draped a wing over the two of you like a blanket of red plumage - warm and cosy, with his safe, familiar scent.
Your eyes failed you, growing heavy again. You yawned, face scrunching up. Keigo would always laugh and tell you how cute he thought you were, kiss your nose softly and leave you a melting mess to resume whatever he was doing. This time was no different.
“Still tired, baby bird?” Keigo chirped, cupping your face and pecking your nose with a gentle kiss, smiling to himself as your soft blush only grew in intensity. “You’re so adorable.”
However many times he’d kiss you, it always felt like the first time. There was something about the love Keigo gave you that was so familiar yet so fresh. It set your weary heart at ease, it made everything okay.
You look up at him, your eyes like stars as they refracted the morning light. Keigo felt himself melting, choking back a stray chirp that dared to jump up his throat. His plumage fluffed up slightly, the perking of his primaries ruffling the duvet a little. You cupped his face with one hand, using your free hand to haul yourself upwards slightly as you kissed Keigo's nose, your cheek scratching against his stubble slightly as you sank back down into the sheets.
His eyes pinned, the gold of his irises almost completely taken over by black. He nervously smiled, his face redder than his wings. He was the one who gave affection, he was never one to be good at receiving it. The Commission had almost completely trained that out of him, oiling his heart with apathy instead of love. So, you always made sure to remind Keigo that he was loved, that he was worthy of love; after all, he did the same for you.
“I love you, Kei,” you cooed, beaming.
That repressed chirp regurgitated up from Keigo’s throat, a nervous laugh not far behind. You smiled, tracing his jawline with your thumb. Nicknames were the man’s weakness. Call him Kei, and he’ll melt.
Keigo beamed back, shining like a star.
“I love you too, duckie,”
#<3#keigo takami#boku no hero academia#comfort character#keigo takami x reader#mha hawks#my hero academia hawks#hawks x reader#hawks x gn reader#hawks x yn#hawks x gender neutral reader#hawks x y/n#hawks x you#hawks x male reader#hawks x female reader#keigo takami x gender nuetral reader#keigo takami x y/n#keigo takami x gn reader#keigo takami x you#takami keigo#mha keigo takami#hawks my hero academia#my hero acedamia#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero academia x reader#mha x gn!reader#mha x gender neutral reader#mha x you#fluff#mha fluff
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Horny Drabble 3-Take Me By My Wings
This was requested by a friend of mine
Fun fact: tried to take birb mating behaviors into consideration while writing this
CS: AFAB! reader birdgirl! reader, mild dub-con on both sides, doggy style, fingering, pet names, corruption kink (slight) (I prob missed something tbh)
MDNI
To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Between your raven black wings that sprouted flawlessly from your back, to the way your eyes lit up when talking about something that you had found recently, it was all so alluring to him. All he wanted to do was corrupt you, to make your eyes light up with lust instead, to make those wings flutter with pleasure. All he had to do was get close enough to him so that you’d let him inside that tiny cage of a world you dearly called “yours.”
Your perfect wings were splayed out behind you while your friend, Scaramouche, stroked them gently. The motions sent tingles down your spine and through your groin, although you weren't sure what they meant yet. He kept murmuring about how soft they were and how much he'd want to stroke them forever. Scaramouche sits you upright to explore your wings even more, stroking the outside gently.
“You really do have the best wings,” He breathed into your back. His hands leave your wings and grab onto your hips and thumbs start rubbing circles on your lower back. You tried to jerk away from the unknown sensation but his strong hands kept you in place.
Hia hands move along your back, rubbing and kneading at your skin. For some reason, a weird sound came out of your mouth, and you covered it to make sure no more embarrassing sounds came out. Smirking, Scaramouche removes your hand from your mouth and you try to bite your tongue a bit to prevent any more moans from slipping past your lips.
“Just let it out, my little bird,” He cooed in your ear. Your face was turning redder and redder by the second. While you weren't sure what these tingles along your spine were, they weren't unpleasant.
Scaramouche’s hands reach around, one to start groping your breast and the other wraps around your waist and fingers trail down towards your now damp pussy. A little whimper left your lips as he massaged your breast, playing with the fleshy mound through your bra. His fingers traced the outline that was your nipple. His other hand played with your folds through your wet panties.
“S-Scara.” You let his name slip past your lips. “I-It feels weird. What are you d-doing to me?”
“Hush, my chick.” He rubs circles in your crotch, soaking your panties even further. “Just let me take care of you. It doesn't hurt does it?”
You shook your head, although you weren't sure what to make of the sensations. The groomed wings on your back start to flutter, ruffling the feathers against the raven haired man as they did; it felt like you had no control of your body. As he rubbed tighter and tighter circles against your clit, you felt your body tense up, a coil forming in your stomach. You turn your head to face him and stare briefly at his lush lips before planting little pecks at them. Scaramouche returned the favor by grabbing your head and grabbing your hair to hold you there to deepen the kiss by nipping at your bottom lip. Dissatisfied with a few nips, he thrust his tongue into your mouth; he wanted to taste you.
It was like your world had lit on fire. The taste of him on your lips was almost too much. But the taste of him in your mouth was too much. You unconsciously grind yourself against his long, delicate fingers and before long the coil in your stomach starts to come undone. Your wings flutter and flutter and tense up before finally releasing as you cum on his fingers. As you came, some feathers had exploded from your wings.
“Oh, done already, are we?” He smirks; he wasn't done yet.
Feathers had spread in a circle all around you and the feathers that were still in your wings were frayed. Scaramouches hands go straight to your panties and manage to slip them off in one swoop, leaving your heated pussy exposed to the cold air. You whine as the cold air hits it, wishing for it to be warm.
Scaramouches' cat-like grin grew even wider as the noises you were making. His hands leave you and start running up and down your spine. Your already over-stimulated nervous system lit up in almost painful fireworks. You remembered someone telling you never let someone rub your back unless you were close to them, but that warning was in the back of your mind; all you could think about was how the tingles went from your spine to your crotch.
“S-scara,” you lewdly moan. “No, not t-there.” At this point, you were a stuttering, babbling mess. Eyes half lidded with lust, you turn your entire body around and pull him in closer to you with your wings. Your body was moving in its own, pushing him down to the ground while your wings enveloped him. Scaramouche's trapped hands try to stroke your spine even more, but the cocoon was too tight.
You started grinding on his clothed erection, desperate to soothe the itching down there. Desperate to feel inside of you, he tries his best to try and get free to pull down his pants, but ultimately, something in your brian snaps and pulls them down for him. There was a lewd expression on your face, one of lust and want but also a tad of teasing in the mix as well. Once Scaramouche’s underwear slips past his leaking cock, a curious expression came across your face,
Feeling a bit nice, you decided to loosen the cocoon a bit, allowing yourself freedom to explore his body. You tried to pinch it in between your fingers along with trying to stroke the slit. Each inexperienced movement with your hands had him moaning. Your clumsy, trembling hands worked their way down the shaft and cup the two round balls at the base, Scaramouches moans reaching a high pitch.
“H-Hey,” Scaramouche managed to slip out. “Thought this was your f-first ti-” He was cut off by you roughly kissing him, tongue thrusting in his mouth, although it wasn't like you could hear him through your fever pitch lust.
“Shut up,” you growled in his mouth; the vibrations sent him reeling. After a few moments, you release him long enough to climb on all fours, shaking your wet pussy in his face.
“Hurry up and take me.”
He didn't need a second invitation. Scaramouche stood up and aligned his cock with your needy hole and plunged deep inside. You whimpered at the sudden fullness, a sound that was music to his ears. He stroked your back, hands making their way up to your sensitive wings. A little tug on the base sent your senses reeling, fireworks of pleasure lighting up your brain.
He started thrusting once you had adjusted, hitting that just right spot deep inside of you. You fall over because your arms couldn't support you any longer, leaving your face pressed against the floor. The view of your wings splayed out beside you, ass shaking with each thrust almost made him cum immediately after entering you. His thrusts start to get sloppy and the grasp on your wings gets tighter and tight before eventually you clench so hard on his cock that you milk him dry before cumming yourself.
“Was that good, my little bird?” He asked, dick still deep inside you, preventing any from spilling out
You nodded, clearly spent. Wings drooped beside you, exhausted from earlier orgasms. He strokes your wings once more, whispering in your ears you'll be begging to do that again soon.
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NEED TO KNOW WHAT ASH AND MEN WERE SAYING TO BIRB OMG. do we hear abt it next chapter or can you tell us now ? :0 ALSO THE HAT THING SMABSMSBAJSB.
If yall wanna know, I'll put it right below 👀 (I'll put it under a cut when I get on my computer!)
"I didn't know you were back," Ash said softly with that smile that used to get your heart racing.
It still did, just in a different way now.
"Only been here a week," you said with a shrug. "Getting home a bit late this summer."
"Been touring colleges?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
Her smile was sickeningly sweet, almost like she was laying it on thick. And she probably was, she knew you made it a point to avoid her during the summers. It was almost like you didn't want to see her. Hmm, how shocking.
Johnny and Tug kept their eyes on you. Well, Tug kept his eyes on you, Johnny had his eyes on the table where everyone was sitting. You could handle Tug, but Johnny had better keep his hands to himself. He better not be eying the kids. Fuck, he better not be eying Wednesday, either.
"Not quite sure what I wanna do," you sighed. You knew exactly where this conversation was going.
"You brought someone new," Johnny said, changing the topic. Unfortunately.
"From school." You shifted your weight to the other foot.
This whole situation was making you beyond uncomfortable. Nothing good came from Johnny mentioning Wednesday, there was no proof but you just knew it. Why did he want to know about Wednesday? He needed to mind his own fucking business.
"School?" Johnny asked with a nod to himself. "So one of those freaks. I'd love to show her what a normie can do."
In the movies, they say everything turns red when you get angry. Normally you would've said it wasn't true, you had been angry plenty of times and had never seen red. But now? Oh, you would agree with the movies because now all you could see was a dark, bloody red.
You wanted to kill him. To feel his pulse under your hands weaken until it stopped. He wouldn't even have the chance to ask for help, sputtering and gasping for air until he turned blue. No, he wouldn't be able to think twice about touching Wednesday-
-a gentle, cold hand touched your arm, and the thoughts stopped. You turned your head slowly to look into Alex's cool eyes. He didn't say a word; he didn't have to. Just that touch was enough to calm the anger that so desperately wanted to spill over.
"The ice cream is ready," Alex said softly. All you could do was nod and turn around. Bo was looking at you hesitantly; he knew enough to keep an eye out.
"Thanks, Bo," you whispered. If you talked any louder, you would get angry again.
"She's a little old, ain't she?" Johnny asked. Even just his voice was too much. "I thought your family liked to take them before they were old enough to fight back."
Oh so he wanted to die.
Before you could even turn around, Alex had his hand around your arm again, except this time he was using more strength. It would've crushed a normie's bones, and you would have a bruise the next day. But he was giving you a look and you wanted him to walk away, he didn't need to see any of this. Walk away and take everyone else.
"Let's go," Alex said softly. Why was he being so calm? Didn't he want Johnny to know it was a mistake to be saying those things?
Clearly he didn't because he simply pushed a few of the ice creams over to you and waited for you to grab them. You looked at Johnny's smug face and Tug's dumbstruck expression and whatever the fuck Ash was thinking. And you admitted defeat. You grabbed the ice creams and followed after Alex.
"Hey," Ash called out, and you stilled. Nothing good ever came from her, not anymore. Why couldn't she just leave you alone. "If you're ever free-"
"-I'm not," you interrupted quickly before finishing your trek to the table and setting everything down.
Wednesday's thigh brushed against your own and your thoughts eased just enough. But you wouldn't ever let Johnny near her. You would kill him before that ever happened.
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Okay Lando posting that photo to his stories with the two hearts. It’s sold me.
What is the essential fic recs for L&M???
I appreciate that three minutes after I said they were gonna gatekeep the photos, Martin (and Lando by proxy) said "Bet."
Anyway, the two hearts are wild. He really said, "Look at me with my ass out."
In any case, welcome to the club! We (I) are very not normal here. Unfortunately, from what's been posted on the ao3 tag, it's a bit sparse. I'll put some links below the cut though ❤️
First and foremost, I'm going to humbly submit my own few works into evidence:
"Untitled Drabble" - (Not on Ao3) A small drabble about how Lando decided to post the photo of Martin in the cave. "Go Anywhere With You" - A prompt compilation full of short drabbles based in "real life." "Anatomy of a Heartache" - A "getting together" fic centered around Lando and Max going to Tomorrowland post-Spa last year and Lando going back to Martin's house the following day. "Through This Purple Haze" - A look at Martin and Lando's relationship throughout the last year and a half and how they've grown closer.
Other general ones that are present in the tag though that I would also recommend (in no particular order):
"Aurora Borealis" - legolasass - A look at Martin falling in love with Lando. "Just One Word That's All It Takes" - @f1-birb - Lando and Martin on New Year's Eve in Bali. "Untitled Cave Drabble" - @f1-birb - (Not on Ao3) A narrative walk-through/breakdown of the cave photo and Lando's thoughts "Chasing the Sun" - @alphatinies - Lando pining for Martin over the months and coming to grips with his feelings before everything eventually works out. "Untitled Winter Drabble" - @elementalmoments - (Not on Ao3) Martin and Lando go to Finland over and over again
#the tag is so tiny so if you feel like writing something I'm sure no one will object#i'm stuck writing them in a ''canon'' sense right now too for obvious reasons so it's all very grounded in the timeline as it's happened#norrix#fic rec#writing tag#ask
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I've stolen @f1-birb's Sebson Driver Dads au for this TikTok inspire drabble
"See?", Sebastian grinned, dusting his hands off as he glanced at Jenson, "It wasn't that hard. The crib was harder to build" Jenson looked up from where he had been reading the baby book to Lando as their eight month old sat in his lap. Their little one was babbling away and pointing to random things as if he understood what they were. Occasionally, he looked up at Jenson as if to ask his Dad if he was right before going back to pointing. "Oh? Is it finished?", Jenson asked as he dropped a kiss on Lando's little curls. Sebastian pointed with pride towards the baby gate that was now installed between the hallway and their living room where they were. Lando had started to crawl a couple of weeks ago, and he was fast. They had been surprised at how fast he actually was until Sebastian was darting down the hall to catch their giggling baby before he made a break towards the stairs. It truly was amazing to see. Jenson had never expected to be so in awe of another human being until they had had Lando. Sure, they were young, and they hadn't planned on having on having a little one so soon after admitting their attraction but Jenson would never regret this. How could he when his beautiful little boy was in his lap, little arms stretched out as he reached for his Papa as Sebastian rumbled proudly. "Look at you", Jenson grinned, "Big strong alpha providing for his family" "Stop teasing", Sebastian rolled his eyes and plucked Lando out of his arms, and Jenson just took a moment to watch them as Sebastian blew a raspberry on Lando's cheek, "Now to test it" Jenson stood up, dusting off his pants and settling the book on the couch as Sebastian placed Lando on the ground. Lando crawled over to the gate which at the bottom was a little off the ground making Jenson frown as he looked at it. Lando seemed to consider it, stopping short of banging his head off the baby gate. He lifted a curios hand, face determined as he babbled and patted it. "I was worried it was a little off the ground, but it seems to be working at containing the menace", Jenson smiled as he turned to Sebastian and gave the alpha a kiss. Sebastian smiled into it until a giggle had them looking back at their son only to watch as Lando was halfway under the gate. He was flat on his stomach and giggling as he wiggled under the gate and into the hallway. He gave them a surprised look before he started giggling again and began to crawl down the hallway. "Oh my god", Sebastian panicked, and immediately tried to open the gate and failed. He resorted to trying to get over the gate but he had installed it a little too high for him to comfortably clear it while wearing tight jeans, "Jenson! Help! He's escaping!" Jenson, did not help. Instead he all but collapsed to the ground in tears of laughter as Lando sat at the other end of the hallway, waving at Sebastian who was trying to get over the baby gate that wouldn't open and trying to coax Lando back towards them while Lando giggled and babbled away.
#SDD au#birbs sebson driver dads au#sdd au#birb's au#emmy writes#sebson#sebastian/jenson#jenson/sebastian#lando#baby lando
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short birb drabble (cw blood, lungs, choking, nightmares)
...the gleaming blade slipped through the unarmored gap beneath his arm. Celestial energies danced along the length of angelic steel as the Exorcist buried the weapon in the chest of her wounded foe. The demon could not cry out, only choke as his lungs filled with blood. The other angels holding him immobile laughed. The Exorcist twisted the blade and sliced downward, opening the demon from chest to groin. Disemboweled, they let him fall, watching as he gurgled and writhed, watching the viscera slide out of him, taunting him, mocking him, daring him to get up, daring him to...
Parak screamed as he opened his eyes, four scarlet orbs stabbing through the empty dark. The incubus he'd been sharing the bed with was already scrambling, cursing as they clapped hands over pointed, bleeding ears. He watched them stumble into a frantic dash across the hotel room, spilling profanities every step of the way before crashing against the door. They threw it open – still utterly nude – and staggered out into the hall.
Parak sat in the bed alone and sighed.
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Marionette on a string
in which your significant other was dragged to a local theatre to see your performance on stage
pairing: (slight) idia shroud x actress!yuu/reader
contents: long drabble, lower case intended, the title should be used for my angstier ideas i swear lmao, a tiny pinch of fluff, reader is yuu and yuu is reader, gender neutral reader and narrated by you/yours, irene losing their mind over ride the cyclone (2016 cast specifically) and decided to add it in their fic, just idia and ortho reacting to the musical :D mainly idia
★ the daydreamer speaks — my third entry for my tumblr sister @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! disposing the worms bc they block my path to temporary shut down :D
do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @ferris-the-wheel @xen-blank @twistwonderlanddevotee @loser-jpg @lemonchuu @escha-evenstar @dove-da-birb
remember to comment or reblog if you enjoy my work!!
"Ortho, when will Yuu-shi show up on stage?"
"Should be in a few minutes, brother!"
idia briefly question his life decisions when ortho barged into his room, then proceeded to drag him out through the bustling streets of sage island. he could barely heard him mentioning something about you, what with acting and the local theatre.
well, he was about to find out.
as they both sat down in the darkened room, idia suddenly felt conscious about his fire hair glowing, a bit anxious with the judging eyes of others in the room, and pulled up his hoodie hood. he thanked the seven for the small amount of people in the room, which was less than he would expected there to be.
ortho whispered to him information he needed to know about the musical. about the summary, the characters, and the cast, to which he was pleasantly surprised to see you in the role of jane doe.
so an unidentifiable person, he noted, keeping an eye out to see your performance.
after a while, the narrator presented the final person, and you appeared in all your doll-lile glory, taking the spotlight. it was an unsettling introduction, he'd give you that.
the show went on, and idia's gaze never left you. your fellow actors and actresses did a great job with their own songs, which were quite a whiplash of emotions with how quickly the songs changed genres.
and then came your song.
and oh dear sevens, your voice.
"... Woah. "
"Yuu-san is amazing, aren't they, big brother?"
"Yeah... They really are..."
it was hauntingly beautiful, yet melancholic and painfully emotional, it sent chills down his spine. he couldn't imagine you could hit all those high notes, yet you did them so well. though, he only took his eyes off of you for a second, and you were already in the air, flying all over the place.
confusion was an understatement, but he brushed it off in favour of vibing to your, now that he thinks about it, kind of messed up song. he couldn't help but be enraptured by your stellar performance.
the show ended with a light and hopeful song, and a familiar melody as a callback to its opening. he was a bit disappointed that it was over, but he quite enjoyed it.
ortho noticed his brother's little smile. he smiled behind his mask, satified with the result.
mission "get idia outside" was a success!
#sweet shroud summer 2024#irene's writings ♡#twst#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#twst idia#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud x reader#twst idia x reader#idia x reader#idia x yuu#idia x mc#idia shroud fluff#third entry? done :D#good night/morning people im gonna pass out now bye
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Hunt Family Villa
For the past couple of weeks, I've been working on a little project. After @dove-da-birb posted Discovering Old Secrets; Rook Hunt (an absolutely gorgeous drabble in their Cottage by the Sea event from a request they filled for me), I felt inspired to start on a little painting. That being the painting of the villa which the piece is centred around.
This is how I imagine it.
This is the painting in the frame I put together. (It isn't driftwood, like in the fic, but I used some live edge wood I had around, so... it's different, but a similar vibe.) It also doesn't have the little metal button. At least... not yet :)
And this is the full image. The painting itself is watercolour, with pencil crayon lining.
I imagine the scene to be of a sandstone building on the coast, with a balcony above a covered entryway with arches as openings. The windows have dark green shutters, and the doors have glass panels, to let in the light. There is a path which leads down to the seashore, and a dense, hilly forest to the east. Around the back, there is also a large picture window facing the water, and a garden with a variety of local fruits, vegetables, and flowers being grown.
And Dove, thank you again for the drabble. I loved it then, as I love it now. Merci ♡
#krenenbaker's :)#krenenbaker's creations#twst#rook hunt#hunt family#I'll probably also make a different mat for the frame because the paper has kind of strange dimensions#it's been ages since I've done any watercolour or woodworking#so I had a really good time working on this!#I've been changed since 28 August#and now I have a physical expression of that as well :)
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