#come say hi plsssssssss

[caitmayart]

It's almost #AnimeNYC2024 ! Come find me waaaaaaaay in the back at M32 in the artist alley :D

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[the-fiction-witch]

Bracken Bunny P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Davos Blackwood Couple - Davos X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Y/n Bracken Rating - 18 + nudity / non con / eating out / orgasm / forced orgasm Word Count - 1178

Requested -

Anonymous asked: Bracken bunny part 3? Por favor? 👀👀👀👀👀 tiredsleepyhead asked: I hope there's another part of bracken bunny.... it's soooooooo good ..please say there's more Anonymous asked: Omg I need a part 3 to Bracken Bunny. The story is getting crazier each time I read it Anonymous asked: Whenever you can, can you please make a part 3 for Davos Blackwood? The story is so juicy, I gotta see if the family is gonna pay up or not 🤣🖤 fr tho if you’re down to make a part 3 I’ll be so happy. bruhxtechnoblade part 3 pleaseeee go-on-eat-shrooms Part 333³333 fortunatelyshadowypirate Plsssssssss part 3 hardkiddonut I need 1 million more updates of this😖 thornsandtulips Part 3 please 😔 liafiction we need part 3!! cant-control-the-crazy I'd read a novel of this, pleeeease do more?

I did my best to find a way to escape but found myself unable to even get out of the chains. But still, I tried no matter how much I failed, and after a good while the door opened and Davos returned. Immediately I tried to weasel my way out of the chains but he just smirked and came over grabbing my hip hard and digging his nails into my tender flesh,

"Miss me my little bracken bunny," he asked with a coy smile,

"No." I spat,

"Awww come now, I know you did," he smirked "I sent the raven, with a nice long list of... prices," he smirked,

"Prices?"

"For bits of you. I'm sure we'll go back and forth a few times to find out how much they are willing to pay, and just which bits they value most." He smirked, "I have a feeling..." He whispered, "You're cunt is going to be a hot bit of debate," He growled biting my ear lobe and slapping my ass,

"You're a bastard!" "You wish I was," he chuckled, "No, true born. And Heir to Raventree Hall... So, that makes me your lord."

"It makes you a fuck-" I began but he clamped a hand over my mouth,

"Quiet now," he demanded, he unlocked my chains and grabbed me by the neck forcing me down onto the bed on my back, meeting his smirking face, "...You know little bracken bunny, I've been sucking on my fingers since I left you," he growled taking my hands and pinning them to the sheets restaining them above my head with the chains, "you just taste so good. I think... I'm getting hungry," he purred taking my ankles in his hands and forcing my legs open as far as they could go so much it was painful, I squealed but he had no care for me, my pain or my dignity... or what little remained of it. "and I want to feast." He demanded licking his lips,

"Don't. You. Dare." I grit my teeth,

"I love how you still think you have a choice," He laughed down at me,

Davos wasted no time thereafter forcing my ankles over his shoulders, I tried to scream, squeal and squirm but that only amused him and made his sick smile grow, he dug his nails hard into my thighs flesh keeping them as wide as physically possible.

He first pressed tender kisses to my lower stomach and my mound, kissing slowly and delicately, he made a point to lick slowly over both lips before moving to kiss down my thighs nibbling on the skin as with each kiss he got more intense and violent, he reached my knee so swapped to the other leg and began the kisses down closer and closer to me with each harsh and erratic so much so when he reached my lips once more he bit my thigh hard enough to make me scream out, but still the offered me no mercy.

He rubbed his nose between my folds before he flicked out his tongue between them moving his flat tongue in a long and purposeful stroke from clit to core which caused him to salivate,

I whined and squirmed trying to escape his grip but he held me far too tight,

"Such a squirmy little bunny," he chuckled, "Why? You know what I'm going to do to you, you know I'll make you feel good."

"Let me go!" I screamed,

"Ohh I'll let you go, when your family pays for you. And not until." He growled swirling the taste around his tongue as he used his thumbs on my lips to force them as far as they'd go,

I felt so exposed, so utterly at his mercy, all I could do was scream and try to fight against his grip and try desperately not to let my body react the way it wanted to as he mercilessly began to lap at my clit, I screamed and begged for mercy but I was ignored,

"Davos Please!"

"Ah ah ah." He growled, "Properly my little bracken bunny."

"Lord Blackwood Please! Have mercy!" I begged,

He chuckled sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard often swirling his tounge in circles as he works,

I screamed and whined, writhing against the restraints unable to control my body,

"Awww look at this, so wet." He growled, "Glistening," he growled licking my wetness from my folds, "A positively dripping cunt my little bracken bunny," He teased

"Fuck-" I gasped, "My - My lord-"

"Awww you're adorable," he growled as he slipped his tongue down and inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed,

He smirked and fucked me with his tongue fast and hard with rapid thrusts,

"Please! Please no more Davos!"

"Humm alright, but I still wanna watch you cum," he growled returning to kissing and licking my clit with fluttering licks and gentle sucks,

I was already beyond overstimulation from earlier but he wouldn't take no for an answer, "Moan my name. When you cum..." He whispered against my core,

"...yes my lord,"

"No... My name." he growlers as he makes eye contact,

I nodded already feeling my orgasm building once more, the throbbing too hard to ignore as he worked on my swollen clit, his hand coming from my thigh to push his fingers knuckle deep inside me only making me scream even louder, throwing my head back, tears slipping from my eyes, and my body squirming trying to release this pleasure somehow as the pleasure builds, My fingers grip desperately to the sheets of the bed, my screams and moans somehow becoming the same, my hips buck up towards his lips which only makes him smirk more and nibble against my skin as he sucks,

he savoured my reactions and only moved his fingers at a faster pace making sure to keep his sucks and his thrusts at the same pace,

I felt my body tremble and quiver unable to hold back my body from squirting as I balanced on the very edge of thrill, until it suddenly hit, one thrust of his fingers timed with a suck on my clit and that was it my whole body flooded with pleasure, I squirted and squeezed around his fingers, my whole body trembling and shaking as the shockwaves rush though my vision slightly blurring,

"DAVOS!" I screamed,

His eyes met mine as he gradually slowed to let me ride it out, my body convulsing and jumping with the aftershocks but he made sure to milk every last second for me until my body went limp and I gasped desperately, "Perfect my little bracken bunny," he smiled licking his chin where my squirt dripped down his face, "...Too perfect," He growled,

I gasped a little confused barely any energy left as I looked at him,

He smirked and kneeled on the bed with his head high as he unlaced his britches and pulled out his long stiff cock already quivering and dripping with precum. "Look what you've done to me little bunny," He gasped, "You were far too perfect for me... now your lord needs attending too," He growled, "So... Come here little bunny." 

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[eclipixels]

😭 hey i read your isagi works and found it quite humorous if u dont mind can i request smth like if u have seen horimiya s1 u saw how hori was into miyamura becoming rude towards her and she liked it lol kinda weird but like can u pls make smth like that but with the soft characters like isagi, bachira, yukimiya (my bae could never but pls include him) and kunigami plsssssssss

Pathetic

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Kenyu Yukimiya, Rensuke Kunigami

Content: How they react to overhearing you on the phone saying, “He is sweet, so sweet. But I don’t know, sometimes when he gets a little mean, it’s kinda hot”

Warning: Slight masochism, ooc

Isagi

      His face flushed with heat as he absorbed your words. He knew you relished those moments when he took control and was a little mean. Did you crave even more of that commanding presence? It seemed like there was no harm in exploring further.

      That very day marked the beginning of a gentle experiment. The two of you were nestled on the couch, absorbed in a lively session of FIFA 23. You found yourself underperforming spectacularly, selling so much so that you began to wonder what was happening to your usual skills. Embarrassment crept in as you noticed your consistently poor performance.

      "Y/n, why do you actually suck at this?" he deadpanned.

      "Huh?" you responded, caught off guard by the blunt remark.

      "A potato can play this better," he added with a casual shrug, his honesty cutting through the playful banter.

      "Babe, what the hell," you muttered, a mix of frustration and amusement in your tone.

      "I'm just being honest," he insisted, his expression unrepentant yet mischievous.

      A curious flutter stirred in your stomach.

      Later in the day, he called out to you, inviting you to join him for an activity. Feeling a bit languid, you initially dismissed his call, silently daring him to maintain that teasing attitude.

      "Y/n, don't make me come over," he said, his voice laced with both challenge and amusement. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his persistent frustration. You heard his footsteps as he came to where you were.

      "The fuck is wrong with you? Don't you hear me calling for you?" he barked, his gaze sharp and tinged with anger. You fell silent under his intense stare. With a shake of his head, he strode over and, without warning, manhandled you back to the bedroom with a firm grip.

      "Brat," he muttered, a mixture of exasperation and affection in his tone. “Listen and do as you're told," He growled, and you couldn’t help the squeal you let out as he threw you onto the bed.

      “Make me, pretty boy.” You teased, hoping he’d take it further and he was about to, but he faltered once he saw your happy cute face. How could he be mean to that?

      “Noooo, come back.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in.

      “I feel bad.” He slouched onto you, hiding his face in your chest. He couldn’t keep it up for even a day.

Bachira

      Bachira had always been a little devil in his own right—a whirlwind of playful mischief and irreverence—but when it came to you, he softened into something entirely different. To him, you were his cherished honey bee, the one soul who had managed to capture his elusive heart. In a world that seldom understood him, you were the singular beacon of warmth and acceptance in his life.

      Every afternoon, you would watch him practice, your eyes filled with admiration and a longing to be a part of his world. Slowly, Bachira began to teach you the subtleties of the game. The art of a well-timed pass, the perfect angle for a shot, and the dance of footwork that made him seem almost untouchable. Though you improved with every lesson, you never quite reached his effortless level of mastery.

      Bachira was not one to wound feelings or cast harsh words at you for it, though. So when he overheard snippets of your conversation with a friend, confusion crept into his usually confident demeanor. How could someone ever enjoy being treated unkindly? After all, he had experienced his own share of judgment and odd looks from those who failed to see beyond the surface. The thought of inflicting that same cold treatment on you, his precious honey bee, was unthinkable.

      “Meg, can you teach me?” You asked, walking up to him as he was dribbling on the field.

      “Sure, hun.” He smiled. Okay he was already failing at this, but how could he resist you when you asked so sweetly?

      "Come on, I know you can do better than that," he said, watching as you missed the mark with your kick.

      "I don't know, Meguru," you muttered, frowning.

      "Pathetic," he remarked, and you shot him a surprised look. Wait, why did that kinda…?

      "I know you can do better, so stop acting like you can't," he added, his frown deepening.

      You adjusted your footwork, trying again with a more precise angle.

      "Again," he said, his tone firm. You raised an eyebrow, confused. "Don’t make me repeat myself, wasp."

      You nodded, following his lead, though a strange feeling tugged at his chest. He couldn't deny that part of him enjoyed pushing you, even if the other part felt a twinge of guilt. His monster ego versus his guilty conscience.

      That wasn’t all, though.

      As you strolled casually past him later that day, his hand darted out unexpectedly. He slapped you. On your ass, of course. He thought it was the most fitting spot for such an unconventional gesture. The sound echoed softly in the space between you, and you yelped in surprise. Spinning around, your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and undeniable delight, your cheeks blooming into a blush.

      Bachira, ever perceptive, studied your reaction. In that split second, as your surprise melted into a spark of excitement, his signature grin began to spread across his face.

      “Meg…” you whispered, your voice a blend of desire and joy.

      He tilted his head with a playful arch of his brow. “Yes, hun?” he replied, his tone light yet loaded with an unspoken promise.

      “That was hot,” you confessed.

Yukimiya

      Yukimiya had always been the calm and collected one. He had overheard your phone call earlier with your friend and wasn’t planning to do anything about it. But tonight, he was in a mood, one that didn't quite align with his usual demeanor. You could tell by the way he was glaring at you across the room. So, he didn’t quite feel as bad as he would’ve for the way he was about to treat you.

      It started innocently enough, with you attempting to cheer him up with some snacks from the convenient store. You set the bag down in front of him.

      "What’s this?"

      Your heart sank a little, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "I... I thought you'd like it."

      “I do, but I was kind of expecting a meal.” Yukimiya muttered, shoving the bag aside. He stood up, towering over you, his gaze hard and unfeeling.

      You shivered at the sting in his words, feeling a rush of excitement flood through you. You knew what kind of mood he was in now—he was in one of his dominant, mean-spirited phases. And, much to your surprise, it made your heart race.

      "Kenyu..." you whispered, unable to suppress the thrill coursing through your veins.

      "What?" His voice was cold, and his eyes were sharp as he glared at you.

      "You’re not mad at me, are you?" you asked softly, your voice shaking with anticipation.

      “No, I just–” He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples before continuing, “I’m frustrated.”

      “Can I help?” You looked up at him all innocently.

      “I just wanna be left alone.” He grumbled.

      “Are you sure? I can make you—”

      “Did you not hear what I said?” He raised his voice a little, surprising you both. He was about to apologize but he saw the look on your face. You were liking this?

      You swallowed hard, but your pulse quickened. The more he acted like this, the more your body responded. You were into it, the way he could reduce you to nothing more than a trembling mess with just his words, the way he could make you feel both desperate and satisfied at the same time.

      Yukimiya froze, his breath catching in his chest as the reality of the moment hit him. What was he doing? His gaze softened, as he realized what this was between you two. He exhaled slowly.

      “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked at you, regret written across his face.

      “No, no, it’s fine, Kenyu,” you reassured him, stepping closer. “Really. You can take your frustration out on me if you need to.”

      He blinked, clearly caught off guard by your response. “A-are you sure?” His eyes flickered between uncertainty and something deeper, something darker. He hadn’t really thought about that as an option.

      You nodded, a soft smile curving your lips as you met his gaze. “I’m sure. I want you to. Just... let go. Whatever you're feeling, take it out on me.”

      Kenyu took a step forward, his hand lifting as if to touch you, but he hesitated again. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

      “You won’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the thrill running through your veins. “I trust you.”

      He let out a shaky breath, clearly struggling with the conflict inside him. After a long pause, his eyes darkened with something unreadable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he gently gripped your wrist, pulling you toward him.

      “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered

Kunigami

      Rensuke Kunigami was a man of discipline. He didn’t believe in playing games, and he definitely didn’t waste time on things that didn’t serve a purpose. So when he overheard you on the phone, he didn’t overthink it.

      If that’s what you wanted, he’d deliver.

      But he wasn’t going to fake it, and he definitely wasn’t going to coddle you afterward. Kunigami didn’t do things halfway.

      The shift in his behavior was subtle at first. You noticed it when you were out together, when he stopped softening his words for you.

      “Y/n, stop dragging your feet,” he muttered one afternoon as you strolled beside him, struggling to keep up with his pace.

      “I’m not dragging my feet,” you shot back, slightly out of breath.

      Kunigami barely spared you a glance. “Then why are you so damn slow?”

      Your stomach fluttered at the bluntness of his tone. He had never spoken to you like that before. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to grin.

      Later, at home, it escalated. You were sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through your phone while he stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.

      “You’re wasting time,” he said flatly.

      You blinked up at him. “What?”

      “I’ve been calling you for the last five minutes. Get up.”

      You hesitated, testing the waters. “Or what?”

      Kunigami exhaled through his nose, then strode over to where you lay. Without another word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you upright with zero effort, dragging you toward the bedroom.

      "Hey!" you yelped, but the rush of excitement shot through you before you could think twice about it.

      He didn’t slow down. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said simply, his grip firm but controlled. “Next time, move when I tell you to.”

      Your heart was racing now, and you didn’t fight him. You liked this side of him. Kunigami had always been intense, but he had never turned that intensity on you. And now that he had, you felt like you were standing too close to a flame, burning up in the best way possible.

      “M’sorry, Ren.” You responded, and Kunigami melted at your look. Did he go too far?

      Kunigami studied you for a moment, his sharp golden eyes taking in every detail. The way your breath hitched, the way you looked up at him, expectant and eager. He exhaled through his nose again, shaking his head slightly. All of his guilt washed away from your reaction.

      “Yeah whatever. Shut up and do as you’re told.”

      And who were you to disobey?

[rosella-writes]

HAPPY FRIDAY RO!!! but what about "[ hike ] for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere" - from the quiet prompts for Krem x Lavellan plsssssssss

“Come on,” Krem laughed, tugging at her hand. “Can’t you hear it?”

Virelan could — the thundering call of distant water. She let Krem pull her.

Their armour clanked, misshapen now from skirmishes in the Hinterlands against mercenaries and bandits. Virelan’s feet slipped on the slick grass of the hillside, but Krem caught her. She glimpsed his mischievous grin through squinted eyes — the sun shone just beyond him, leaving him as a silhouette of a man.

When they summited the hill, past the old Templar encampment, Krem leaned his hands on his knees and wheezed. Virelan tried to hide how hard she panted, but from the sound of Krem’s chuckles, she wasn’t successful.

“Leave me alone,” she huffed. “It’s so muggy here, I’m suffocating.”

He reached over and tugged at her scarf, til it came loose and looped over her shoulders — she scowled, but she did feel better.

“See it?” he asked.

The roaring sound was incredible, and when Virelan turned the corner, she was met with a spray of cool mist from falling waters. She spread her arms, closed her eyes, and giggled.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

Krem grunted an affirmation and pressed past her. “Gonna dunk my head I think.”

“Don’t!” Virelan laughed, grabbing at his arm. “You’ll fall, and then what’ll I say to Bull?”

“He died well, doing what he loved,” Krem said in what could only have been an attempt at mimicking Virelan’s accent. It sounded square and odd in his mouth. “Half-drowning himself in waterfalls was always the way to go.”

“I don’t sound like that,” she laughed, then pulled him closer.

He bumped against her side, grinning wide, and all she could see of him was his mischievous eyes, his mist-soaked hair, then a sudden rainbow in the sunlight that broke through the leaves above.

“Keep looking at me like that,” she muttered, “and I’ll have to kiss you.”

“Do it then, your Worship,” he retorted.

So she did.

[netherfeildren]

wait wait you like minari too? your taste is impecabble<3 just wondering, do you have any other favourite movies/recs?

sat on this bc I wanted to give a detailed response lolz I love minari so much I thought about youn yuh-jung's performance in that film for such a long time after watching it she was so gorgeous and so phenomenal and when she won the best supporting actress Oscar I about lost my damn mind, so so deserved

other things I love in no particular order:

-the favourite (I love Yorgos Lanthimos' work the lobster is another favorite and his new one coming out poor things looks AMAZING and like it was constructed specifically with all of my own personal tastes in mind - I'm so excited for it and need to read the book immediately)

-not to be a film bro but interstellar is top two of my favorite films of all times idc Nolan is a master and I watch and love everything he makes (ive watched tenet like 10 times and still have no idea wtf is going on and I LIKE THAT about it )

-not to be a basic bitch now but pride and prejudice is my favorite movie ever ever I watch it at least once a month every single month it'll never get old and yes I do cry at the end every time

-to go hand in hand with my love of historical romance novels I am also a great lover of period dramas obviously I love Emma (2020) so much it's a gorgeous work of art, Jane eyre (2011) I love Mia wasikowska, Marie Antoinette and anything else Sofia Coppola has ever made, Anna karenina (another Joe wright masterpiece)

-anything Wes Anderson but particularly Rushmore (1998) which is one of his lesser known films I feel like but it means a lot to me for various very personal reasons and I wish more people talked about it (I need to watch asteroid city immediately)

-PHANTOM THREAD greatest romcom of all time (jk hehe) but fuck Paul Thomas Anderson I don't like that dude

-everything guillermo del torro but particularly crimson peak (guillermo my man pls pls pls plsssssssss do Dracula and cast Adam driver I'll give u my first born plsssss splsssssss guillermo father pleaaassseeeeee!!!!)

-the green knight !!!!!!!!!!!! changed my brain when I watched it dev Patel is so fucking hot but also like it was just so gorgeous and such a wonderful adaptation and the monster fucker in me low key liked the green knight himself likeeeeeeee idk what to say I am the way I am

-Robert Eggers the light house, the man from uncle (I love most guy Richie films I love his high paced action and all that fun stuff), park chan-wook's STOKER !!!!!!!! I fucking love that film omg, everything Denise villeneuve too but particularly arrival is a goddamn masterpiece and it's so wrong that Amy Adams didn't win the Oscar for that (poor Amy with the no Oscar curse)

-for like comfort movies stepmom (1998) - devastating but I watch it all the time if I could live in any house from a movie ever it'd be Susan Sarandon's house in that movie, billy elliot (2000), 20th century women (2016), lady bird, funny girl - BARBARA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!, howl's moving castle, this is 40 (my favorite comedy ever), paterson (2016), uptown girls, the rocky horror picture show

-oh and more recently the banshees of inisherin moved me so incredibly deeply I actually recently got in an argument with someone who said that it was pointless and stupid and I was SO OFFENDED devastating funny introspective all the things I was very sad when Collin ferrel didn't win the academy award for it I thought he was so ... I don't know what the right word is I guess like changed? in the role of padraic and GOD BERRY KEOGHAN there goes that dream I cried so hard so beautiful Kerry Condon also they were all so spectacularly devastating in that film I could go on about it for days

sorry this was so long you guys know I love to run my mouth when given the opportunity hehe

[jamneuromain]

I love the divider that says cutie!😋❤️

Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months.(Sksjsjsksksksksjsjskk I love this "puberty finally hit him" moment🤣🤣

His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt(Steve Rogers is an ass man(🤣🤣🤣

We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too��(subtle, steve🤣🤭 really subtle.

You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother. (Well he likes SOMEONE from this family👀🤭

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over.(plsssssssss

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, (Jsjsksksksjsksjskskskksk I'll be surprised if he didn't choke🤣

you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.(and I'm sure she would if she be with someone younger... hmmm... lemme think... who should that be...👀🤣

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly,(OMG he's going to take it so seriously😋😋

he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over(holding his ID pls🤣such a Steve thing to do🤣🤣🤣

this drabble is so cute and fluffy😌❤️❤️❤️ I'll always love a young and reckless Steve dashing around and determined to get what he wants😋😋

Stacy’s mom

My Masterlist

A/N: inspired by the song “Stacys mom” and our conversation @jamneuromain 😋 it was very spontaneous and I wrote it in a few hours but…It was kinda fun🤣 so let me know how you liked it! I’m thinking about a pt 2! (Yes I know I have thousands series and one shots planned and am still working on the bingo drabbles but…I like writing most of my things depending on my mood😋)

Summary: Steve knew he was in trouble walking into his friends house and seeing her mom.

Pairing: highschool!Steve Rogers x Stacys Mom reader

Warnings: stacys mom reader, older reader, age gap, Steve is 17/18 but reader and him don’t interact then besides some teasing, masturbation, underage drinking

“I think we should choose the second topic. Benefits of daily exercise and how to incorporate it into your routine. Let’s be honest, I’m the real life example”, Steve laughed, sitting with Stacy in her living room on the floor, in front of the coffee table. It was the first time he was at her place, needing to finish a project that was very important for the grade.

A few months ago his asthma became much better and his many asthma attacks stopped, making it possible for him to exercise. Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months. He was still lanky, but happy about not being the shortest in the class anymore.

But with puberty also came acne, his forehead and cheeks were covered in small and annoying pimples. He used extra creams to get rid of them, which slowly helped.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe you could talk about your experience…how it affected your health and body”, Stacy thought about it for a second before taking some notes. “We can-“ The slamming of a door made Stacy jump slightly, so did Steve.

“Are you stupid?! I said no. It’s tomorrow and not in a week do you hear me? You’re not going on any stupid trips with your new wh- oh I will call her what I want! You dirty cheater-don’t you dare not show up tomorrow-” a woman’s voice carried through the house, the clicking of heels coming closer as you walked into the kitchen, Stacy and Steve watching you as you opened the fridge, not even noticing the two teenagers.

“For fucks sake, I have all rights being mad at you. We were together for-” They both didn’t listen much further as Stacy started talking about the project again, but Steve wasn’t listening to her either. His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt- “Steve, are you even listening?” “Of course I do. Yes. Definitely.-“ “yeah? What was I talking about?”

“….could you…maybe repeat it?” Steve felt himself blush a dark red, his face burning with shame of being caught checking out her mom. That was definitely embarrassing.

Even though he started working on the project again, he couldn’t stop himself from peaking over at you. You were still turned with your back to Them arguing on the phone.

“She’s probably talking to dad again. They argue a lot now with the divorce…I don’t blame her. Of course I love my dad, but he did her wrong. They were married for nearly twenty years and he cheated on her-from what I’ve heard it wasn’t the first time or at least it wasn’t a one time thing”, explained Stacy, seeing as Steve was looking over to the kitchen.

He blushed again, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I just thought we’d be alone. It’s a bit distracting-“ for other reasons that Stacy might suspect. “I can tell her to go to her office or bedroom. They’ll probably argue for a long long time…”, she sighed, already standing up. Steve immediately followed her, shaking his head, “no, no. It’s fine. We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too…”, he felt himself blush again, as Stacy walked to the kitchen, Steve following her.

“Hi mom-could you please talk a bit quieter? I told you Steve’s coming over today. We have a project”, said Stacy walking into the open kitchen. “But we’ll take a break now-order something to eat. You want something? A pizza? Thai?”

Hearing your daughters voice you lowered your phone, turning around to look at her, your gaze falling onto the young blonde boy watching your every move. He seemed…mesmerised. He extended his hand to introduce himself properly, making you smile lightly as you ended the call without saying anything else and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m sorry you had to hear this. I’m usually not such a bitch it’s just my soon ex-husband makes my blood boil” You laughed quietly.

Steve chuckled too. You could tell it was a nervous chuckle. You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother.

“Just order the usual pizza I like and take some money from my purse, I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” With that you left the room and seeing how Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you he knew he was in trouble.

The next time he saw you was only three weeks later, once again at stacys house. After working some more on the project they both decided to sit at the pool and sunbathe a bit. When he noticed the lawnmower at the gate seemingly unused since the lawn wasn’t taken care of. “You need help with the lawn maybe? I can take care of that”, said the young boy already standing up and walking over to the lawnmower.

Stacy wanted to argue with him about not needing to do so, but he did anyway. It’d only take him a few minutes and he liked the idea of impressing Stacy’s mom, you.

When he was nearly finished you walked out of the house, a towel wrapped around your body, the strings of a black bikini wrapped around your neck. And when you dropped the towel-he could burst. Your body was incredible. You were already a bit tanned, your curves dressed only in the bikini, your thighs moving against one another, the thick flesh wiggling with every step, making him want to bite into it.

Jesus. He really shouldn’t be thinking about things like that or he’d soon have a problem that needs to be hidden.

You were incredibly beautiful, your breasts and stomach looking so soft. He could see some stretch marks, but they only made you even more attractive.

“You missed a spot over there, Stevie sweetheart”, you teased him, noticing how he stopped concentrating on his task. He felt himself blush, a small smile creeping on his lips as he nodded and kept going, this time a bit more concentrated.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit more, since he watched you Everytime he walked by, so you took the sunscreen and started applying it on your whole body. Stacy didn’t notice any of it since she had her eyes closed. Besides you tried to make it look like you weren’t doing anything on purpose-especially not then you stood up and started applying the suncream on your legs, bending down and showing off your legs.

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over. It was your ex husbands anyway.

After finishing mowing the lawn he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, closing the door and immediately leaning against the text wall, pushing down his swim shorts. His hardness springing free. He didn’t waste any time before spitting in his palm and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself hard and fast.

He tried to keep his moans quiet, but still couldn’t stop the gasps escaping his lips, especially when he started imagining it wasn’t his hand on his dick. He thought about your soft skin against his body. Your thighs wrapped around his slim waist-or even better if he’d fuck your thighs. Your meaty legs would feel amazing, squeezing his dick. Maybe you’d even let him finish like that. On your stomach and tits-or Steve you’d let him fuck your pussy without a condom, letting him feel your velvet walls. Your wet and tight curb gripping him tightly, your moans would be so soft and sweet.

Before he’d let himself come he’d make sure to get at least two orgasm out of you. Maybe one with his mouth or fingers, then on his cock…then he’d love to shoot his load in you. Filling you with his seed.

The thought was all he needed to come, shooting his load all over himself. Thank god he managed to push his shirt up just in time before making a mess.

He felt ashamed wiping off his cum from the bathroom floor before walking back to the pool, where his heart's desire sat.

It was a fantasy. He knew. He definitely had no chance, being only a teenager and especially being friends with your daughter.

But having a fantasy didn’t hurt even a bit, right?

He loved watching you whenever you moved or walked around the house. Your house quickly became a place he visited at least once a week, always working on the project. But the worst was happening-well, two things. One, the project was slowly coming to an end and you had a date.

It’s not like he had any right to be jealous, but…still. Watching you getting all dolled up for some guy made his heart tighten. You always looked beautiful but seeing you in a beautiful light blue dress, with a low cleavage, showing off your shoulders and collarbones made his throat dry. The dark, black choker you wore made you look a bit like…Cinderella.

A smile crept onto his lips as he thought about it, quickly looking down not to get caught.

He wished you looked this good for him. He wished he could take you out on a date, have your soft hands wrapped around his arm.

But he couldn’t take you out. He didn’t even have the money to do so.

Sighing he opened his textbook again, taking some last notes.

Maybe one day he could at least buy you a bouquet of the most beautiful roses…

The project was finally finished, only two weeks later Stacy and Steve had everything ready to hand in and decided to have a nice and relaxing evening together drinking some beer which…Stacy asked you to buy. Surprisingly Stacy said you had only chuckled at that question and actually bought a few.

In all These weeks Steve and Stacy got closer, but only in a platonic way. Stacy had tried to flirt with him at first, but it changed quickly. He couldn’t tell exactly when but at some point she just stopped.

And now they were just sitting in the backyard, drinking beers, both on their third ones.

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, not expecting this question Steve choked on his beer, immediately coughing and spitting his beer all over himself.

“Wh-what?”, he croaked, shaking his head quickly. “I-I'd never-no. Of course not. That’s-That'd be…that’d be weird. I’m mean-it’s your mom-“ Stacys laugh interrupted his rambling.

“I knew it. You’re not very subtle with all the question you know? Is your mom back from the business trip? Is she away for work again? Do you think she likes roses or sunflowers more? You weren’t subtle. Not at all, Steve. At first I was really weirded out, but…I guess we all have some weird crushes at some point, you know? We’ll go to college soon, anyway, so you’ll get over it”, she shrugged, making Steve blush with every next sentence.

He took another big sip from his bottle, looking to the house for a second, where he could see you walking around the kitchen, preparing dinner. “Yeah…’s just a crush”, he mumbled, not wanting to tell Stacy how much he actually liked you.

But she was right. He’d probably get over you soon. He’d meet someone at his new university…

But did he really want that??

This thought stayed in his head for the rest of the evening, his chest feeling incredibly tight knowing it may be the last time he’d see you.

Slightly drunk Stacy and Steve walked back into the house, seeing you had left the food for them on the counter. They are quietly, not wanting to disturb you and after both laid down-Stacy in her room and Steve in the living room on the pull-out sofa. Even tho he was comfortable and surrounded by your smell he didn’t feel any peace. He couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was racing.

You yourself had eaten earlier before taking a bath and walked into your bedroom to go to sleep early.

But of course you were awoken by your small bladder, needing release. Sighing you sat up, straightening your nightgown in case the kids were still outside or still awake. Then you walked out of your bedroom, wrapping a silky robe around your body.

You did your business quietly, washed your hands and looked a bit tiredly into the mirror. A sigh escaped your lips. You were getting old, weren’t you? This year you turned 36 and it showed. The wrinkles around your eyes couldn’t be hidden anymore. Your skin wasn’t as smooth as it used to be. Your body wasn’t the same anymore, you had stretch marks, it was hard to stay in shape, especially with your limited time since you were always busy with work…

You sighed again, putting your night creame once again on. It wouldn’t change anything overnight of course, but you still hoped it’d slow down the aging. It’s not like you looked bad or really old-you weren’t even that old, if you had to be honest, but….you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.

Leaving the bathroom you walked quietly through the room, being stopped when Steve stumbled out of the living room, looking like he was in a hurry-at First you thought he wanted to go to the bathroom but when you stepped aside to let him through, he only stepped closer to you.

Your gaze fell for a second on his bare, slim chest. He gained a bit muscles since you had last seen him at the pool a few weeks ago. He looked cute. Not that it mattered. It’s weird you were even thinking like this.

“Give me a chance”, he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows, a little wrinkle appearing between them. “What?” “Give me a chance…I-I’ll try to be the perfect guy for you. I could be-I just-I need to finish school-and co-“ You shook your head, now understanding. “Steve, Steve, stop-We can’t. I can’t…you’re just drunk. You gotta go back to sleep, okay?”, you smiled kindly, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him with you to the living room, pushing him into a sitting position.

“I mean it-you deserve a guy like me. I’ll be perfect for you-I know I’m still young but-“ “exactly Steve. You’re young. You could be my child-your friends is my daughter, okay? I’m really flattered by your attraction but…it’s not right. I’m sorry, Steve, you need to go to sleep now. And let’s just ignore this conversation, okay”, you tried to be gentle with your words but still saw some tears well up in his eyes.

Hesitatly you stepped between his legs, wrapping your arms around him and pulling into a hug. His head immediately rested against your stomach, right below your breasts as he sniffed quietly. Not wanting to make it any harder for him…and maybe also yourself…you pulled away.

While leaving the living room your couldn’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his gaze. You immediately looked away again and walked to your room.

This time it was much harder to fall asleep.

In the morning you quietly made some scrambled eggs and beacon, trying to ignore the feeling rising up in your chest when Steve woke up from the smell and a smile appeared on his lips, you noticed it, because you were watching him from the open kitchen. You could see him perfectly. And it broke your heart.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit of a headache, especially remembering the conversation with you. Oh god. Had he really did it? Said he wanted to be with you?

You noticed how Steve blushed and when he looked up at you, your eyes meeting, your own face started burning. As quick and nonchalant as possible you looked away.

Only a few minutes later Stacy came to the kitchen and you sat down together to eat breakfast. All this time you tried to ignore Steve even though you still felt his gaze on you.

After finishing the food it was time for him to leave and stacy decided to drive him, so she quickly went to her room to get ready. Meanwhile steve stayed with you in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“About yesterday…I’m sorry. For everything…I still stand by it, but I shouldn’t have be so pressing-“ “Steve, don’t worry. I get it…in a way, at least. You’re a very sweet boy, but I’m too old for you. It can’t happen”, You explained friendly, smiling at him before looking once again.

You felt Steve step a bit closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating. “Is…is there really no chance? Not even a small one? Please…”, he whispered, his hand gently touching your arm.

Steve noticed how you got goosebumps as soon as he touched you. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you patted his arm gently, yearning Stacy walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly, stepping away again just in time for Stacy to walk into the kitchen. “Okay-we can go!”

With that Steve looked at you one last time before disappearing. Not only did he leave your house that day, but also walked out of your life forever.

Or so you thought.

In the first few weeks you had thought about him more than you should. About his pretty smile and the beautiful blues. About his graduation and which college he chose. About if you’d ever see him again, which you knew you shouldn’t.

Months later you stopped thinking about him so often. There were a few evenings where you thought about him, sure, but less and less…

And then the years went by and Steve became one of Stacys old highschool friends that she hadn’t talked to in a long time.

So it surprised you to say the least when you heard the doorbell, interrupting your quiet moment of reading. You were so concerned on the book you jumped slightly, putting your book down and walking to the door. In this time the doorbell rang again. “Jesus, so inpatient…”, you mumbled to yourself, opening the door.

Your breath hitched.

Your heartbeat immediately speeding up.

In the first second you didn’t even recognise him.

He was bigger. His shoulder so broad you weren’t sure if he’d fit in the door, taller than before and…a beard. Wow.

He changed a lot.

But his beautiful eyes stayed the same. The same bright blue.

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

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[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon x septa reader part 2! Like full on smut scene! Maybe in the sept!!!

Shy reader is super scandalized but extremely horny! Also Daemon finishing inside her, telling her she'll have his baby while she panics and says no but doesn't push him away cause she does secretly find it hot!! First part was a tease! I want a full smut plsssssssss

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Daemon….” You whimpered out; your bare body spread out across the marble table. The candles of prayer flickering around you. Your dark locks moving over the table with those bright eyes of his locked onto you. The stare alone had you shivering. Your own thoughts racing through your mind at how wrong it was.

Your walls fluttered around his own throbbing cock as his jerking slowed down; savouring the moment. Daemon only chuckled as he watched you fall apart; his hands moving up your chest. His hand engulfed your breasts; palming you. “We shouldn’t do this…” You whimpered out breathlessly.

“No…do you want me to stop?” Daemon couldn’t help but taunt you. His fingers brushing over your pebbled nipple. Your face was so prettily screwing up with pleasure with your cheeks flushing. Your heart pounding in your ears as you arched forward. “Please…” You hardly knew what you were begging for. 

He slowed his thrusts as the rogue Prince leaned in; brushing your noses together for a moment. Your soft breasts pushed against his chest. “I think you want me..you want this pleasure.” He locked eyes with you as Daemon continued to taunt. He leaned closer and pushed his cock deeper. 

He watched as you so prettily reacted to him; your eyes rolling as a soft gasp escaped you. “Good girl..taking me so well.” Your legs began to shake; your stomach tightening in pleasure. His bright eyes moved down your body once more; fixated on your stomach as his hips moved quicker.

You squeezed your eyes shut as they welled with tears. Gods, this was so wrong. They had to forgive you. Daemon’s chuckling echoed around and had you blushing even more. “Open your eyes.” You whined some more as the rogue Prince quickened his thrusts. The movement had your eyes fluttering open.

“Good girl…you want to be good?” Daemon purred as you could only nod. “Yes…please..” You whined. That was all you ever wanted to be. Daemon knew it; his smirk only widening as he had you where he wanted you now. The Rogue prince only hummed as his own stomach was tightening. 

Your walls fluttered around his cock once more as he began to pick up his pace. The sounds of your wetness echoed around the room and only had you blushing even more. Gods, it was so obscene. Gently, you reached for Daemon’s locks; your fingers brushing through them as he leaned closer.

His cock pushed deeper; hitting your spongy spot again and again. All you could do was babble nonsense. “Fuck, that’s it…” Daemon moaned; his eyes locked onto you as his orgasm ripped through him. You whined; your body shaking as his cum filled you up. Your eyes widening at the feel.

“No…oh gods…this…” You could hardly get your words out as you continued to shake; your own release coming over you. “Shh, you want this…” Daemon purred as he chuckled. Your hand trying to push at his stomach. He gently grabbed your wrist and brought it above your head.

“Good girl, hmm, going to breed you so good.” Daemon purred as he watched you whine. Your head shaking as your eyes began to well up. “My little whore.” He hummed; his tone warm and without malice. You whimpered some more; your cheeks blushing as Daemon gently removed himself from you.

His hands slowly moved down your sides now as he lovingly watched you. Your body still shook as Daemon brushed up your inner thighs. Goosebumps spread across your soft skin as you arched from the table. His slender fingers brushed against your weeping, sensitive pussy with a chuckle.

You jolted at his touch as you moved to reach for his wrist once more. “Dae…I can’t..” You began to babble. His fingers brushed against you, collecting his cum before two of his fingers slipped inside your weeping pussy. He curled them expertly and found your spongy spot with ease.

His thumb swiped over your clit; your whines of pleasure echoing as you felt your stomach tightening once more. “Good girl..hmm, you like this?” Daemon purred as he watched your face so prettily screw up in pleasure. “Tell me…” He whispered; his fingers leisurely moving in and out of you.

“Yes…yes, I love it.” You babbled out. Your soaked, sensitive walls fluttered around his fingers as he pushed his cum deeper. Daemon’s smirk only widened and you couldn’t stop blushing now. Daemon leaned over your body and passionately captured your soft lips. Whimpers of pleasure escaped you.

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[taylors-fourth-cat-meow]

Answering this ask because my clumsy ass deleted the draft of the ans as well as the ask idek how that happened

HERE'S THE COMMENTARY ON ACOFAS CHAPTER 11: THE ONE WHERE RHYISE VISITS A SUICIDAL TAMLIN AND TELLS HIM TO ROT IN HELL 🥰

A tomb.

This place was a tomb.

How can someone be proud of doing something cruel to someone? If they are the saints they claim to be why do this to Tamlin bro? Istg i will NEVER to this understand how on earth did the editors agree to the plotline of the destruction of Spring Court?

Lucien had not come here to make amends during Solstice, I realized as Tamlin opened the door to the dark library.

Lucien had come here out of pity. Mercy.

Bruh why? why? wud he underestimate their bond like that? he speaks as if they hadnt been each others only family for centuries

Tamlin claiming an ornate cushioned chair on one side of it. The only thing he had that was close to a throne these days.

oh fck u little shit atleast tamlin doesnt OPPRESS his people!!

“If you’ve come to gloat, you can spare yourself the effort.”

Tamlin is so non-combative here and people still have the audacity to say Rhysie is the bigger male????

“Do you see any sentries around to do it?”

Even they had abandoned him. Interesting. “Feyre did her work

thoroughly, didn’t she.”

THATS NOT SOMETHING TO BE FUCKING PROUD OF RHYSIE

ISTG this asshole someone needs to kick him in the balls. HARD.

I smiled. “Oh, no. That was all her. Clever, isn’t she.”

No sir she is a dumb teenage girl who taught to destroy a court DURING WARTIME?

tbh if Spring wouldn't have fallen the war would have never gone down i said what i said.

I didn’t smile as I countered with, “I suppose you think I should be

thanking you, for stepping up to assist in reviving me.”

“I have no illusions that the day you thank me for anything, Rhysand, is the day the burning fires of hell go cold.”

my boi tamlin is so savage like??

SLAY

Tamlin deserved what he’d brought upon himself, this husk of a life.

He deserved every empty room, every snarl of thorns, every meal he had to hunt for himself.

Seriously? Tamlin, sweetheart, for the love of good kick this man and his bat dick pls.

Tamlin had burned them long ago, Feyre had told me. It made no

difference. He’d been there that day.

I really want to emphasize that Tamlin DID NOT take part in their death.

Had given his father and brothers the information on where my sister and mother would be waiting for me to meet them. And done nothing to help them as they were butchered.

BRO????

U expect a boy to go against his evil, physically abusive father? NO, strike that.

U WANT A BOY TO GO AGAINT A HIGH LORD?

No tell me? how was Tamlin supposed to fight a HIGH LORD and his brother??? Three against one??

And even if he tried to help them? we will never know? we get only rhysie's side of the story never tamlin's pov

“You brought every bit of this upon yourself,”

Yes yes lets go tell a suicidal person he brought every bit of his misery on himself

Yeh lets all applaud him

“You won,” he spat, sitting forward. “You got your mate. Is that not

enough?”

"No."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I WANT TO SCRATCH MY EYEBALLS RHYSIE'S EYEBALLS OUT AT THIS POINT

"You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don’t care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don’t care if you still love my mate. I don’t care that you saved her from Hybern, or a thousand enemies before that.”

THIS UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH?!?!?!?!?

PLSSSSSSSSS

Why doesnt he care that tamlin has saved BOTH their lives on MULTIPLE occasions???

at this point 50% of the IC owe their life to tamlin

“I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It’s a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.”

well he isnt even strong enough to keep his people in line and not a hair's breath away from rebellion, i doubt he'll be able to slaughter the HL who tore apart Amarantha, who fought a hundred of Hybern's monsters and soldiers in their camp ALONE, at the same time helping feyre escape AND was able to "drag" another highlord to war

*Drops mike*

But Tamlin only stared. And after a heartbeat, his eyes lowered to the

desk. “Get out.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the bigger male

Tamlin didn’t have shields around the house. None to prevent anyone from winnowing in, to guard against enemies appearing in his bedroom and

slitting his throat.

It was almost as if he was waiting for someone to do it.

This breaks my heart so much. No, Tamlimn doesnt deserve this. NO ONE deserves this. Imagine being OKAY with someone being suicidal?!

[kithtaehyung]

OKAY, HELLO. I JUST FINISHED "FRIENDS" AND WE HAVE A LONG REVIEW COMING TF UP.

You just know it’s something he would say to anyone in your position. You can’t think you’re special.

i felt so pissed in lines like thissssss, BE POSITIVE FFS! but oof those kisses compensated it.

Roaming your eyes over his sure features, shyness quickly takes over and you become quite interested in the scratch marks in his table.

no need to notice those ok

that phone call where she lies to her friends omg!!!!! i would've started crying. lol

He gave you a key to the door that you were terrified to knock on.

that line was so powerful, i stopped functioning.

You feel a hand on your thigh before Yoongi lazily slings your leg over his, and your brain lights up at his admittance...

SO DOMESTICCCCC.

“Choke me.”

biTCH I CHOKED

Biting a corner of his lip, he warns, “Careful, baby girl.”

You chuckle as you bring your fingers to the base of his throat. “Or else what…”

YES BITCH DOM HIM.

But suddenly, he tosses his jacket onto the bed before bringing both hands forward, holding your hips and bringing you closer. “About what, doll?”

even i stopped functioning

What’s worse: knowing that it can’t ever be real with Yoongi unless something drastic changes. Which is why you can’t let yourself feel this way for much longer.

i had to calm down bc it hurt but i dONT LIKE HER THINKING LIKE THIS!

Tae is a real one, Reia too :(

I never thought her friends would be pissed at her (when she confessed), maybe a tad offended, but I'd be understanding if that ever happened to me.

Where is home lately, if he isn’t there?

MA'AM?

Well. That’s even more interesting. Your question is timid before tiptoeing out. “…Do you want to?”

“Course I do.”

akodjijfijsifhh

i was like "does whiny mean women?" like, whiny voices from women, AND THAT'S WHAT MY BRAIN INTERPRETED AND HIM NOT SHOWING UP FOR HOURS, JUST MADE ME FEEL PAINED. ANXIOUS. but tHEN HE KISSES HER TO WAKE HER UP AND TELLS HER THEY FINISHED THE WHOLE THING AND REASSURES HER I JSUTDDJAJ I CANT

When you hit the floor, you realize.

It’s almost been a year since you’ve been in this position.

You want to show Yoongi what he had been missing.

i tried my hardest not to scream

Something in you clicks.

And clicks hard.

did she realise what i think she did

Because he slips the silver necklace around your neck before taking off the heavier one, admiring the view when both of them rest against your slippery chest.

What…?

What is he doing?

This feels borderline intimate.

so uhm i banged my desk thrice

Yoongi decided to keep all of his clothes on

EEEEEEEEEEEEK

Yoongi suddenly grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place and causing your jaw to slacken.

“Whose pussy is this?”

UHM I- IIJIHF6D7 YOURS

“You wanna be a cumslut so bad? Prove it.”

PLSSSSSSSSS??????????????????????'

From the way that Yoongi claims your lips, you want to think he feels the same. It’s at least nice to keep pretending.

But you know he’s doing it to make you feel better, though it devastates you all the same.

UHM I NEED YOU TO STOP KILLING ME WITH THOSE LINES.

Just like I always do, tysm for amazing writing. It is sooo worth the while and even if I was able to finish it just today, this made my Friday better.

HELLO TEMPO I HOPE EVERYTHING WENT WELL<33 also thank you so much for reading and for this review holy shit! i was laughing at your unhinged reactions HAHAHA

as far as reader making you mad, i'm sorry! but the way i see her thoughts, it's not her being outright negative. it's her way of guarding herself and staying realistic. i mean... i would be the same with yoongi like lol

"He gave you a key to the door that you were terrified to knock on." this is one of my fave lines from 3tan6!! i'm happy you brought it up ahh! more under the cut!

and tae and reia being so supportive UGHHH i love them.. like it's normal now to just be like "oh shit yeah you do you!" so i wanted the friends to be understanding and real. we've all got our own shit to deal with, as reia says.

i'm glad they got everything resolved with the voices!! and then the spice LMAOOO UR REACTIONS ARE GOLDEN IM CRYING even the desk banging stopppp jfjlshdfl

you're amazing! you're very welcome but also thank you so so much for this! i loved reading your live commentary and i'm smiling in this cafe ahahahaha. always happy to make your days better<33

[a-hidden-weeb-an-open-queer]

MHA but it's a wattpad werewolf fanfiction. P1.

As a werewolf wattpad author myself, I am taking the library to mock this strange culture phenomenon.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and abusive fathers, nothing super graphic. Slut shaming. Possible hints at beasality (???). And no spell checking. Read at your own risk.

----I don't know how to center text lmao---------

A/N: omg guyz!!!!! im so excited to share this story idea ahhhhh but I'm also super nervous please b nice :)))))))) also to all the haters I'm sorry you're peanut butter jealous of me >:}

OoooooooO

Hello, my name is Izuku Midorya! I am a 4'1 greenette with wide beautiful jade orbs and a slim body. Sadly, I'm very ugly :( because I wear glasses and enjoy comics and other geeky things that other people don't.

Today is my first day at ForestWood High school and I'm super nervous. Everyone at my last highschool hated me because I was super ugly and shy.

"Izuku, sweetie, get up you're gonna be late to school!" My mom whispered yelled through my door.

I gasp, my jade eyes blinking open in panic. I had another nightmare about my abusive acholic dad beating me :(

"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Ccoming mom." I stuttered.

I slip out of the soft comforters of my bed and quickly made my way to the mirror. My messy, green hair and beautiful jade orbs staring blinking at me. I frown. My ugly freckles are ugly against my super smooth and milky skin. God, I hated how I looked.

"Honey?" My mom whispered yelled again.

My abusive acholic dad used to beat her whenever he spoke higher than a whisper so now her voice is permanently damaged and she can't speak higher than a whisper ever again. Damn him!!!!!!

"Sorry! I'll be down quickly!" I gasped.

I totally forgot it was my first day at ForestWood High school - i hope the other kids don't bully me for my super ugly glasses and totally weird hobbies like reading comics or listening to Panic At The Disco!

I quickly pull on my vans, my best pair of jeans, and the cutest long sleeve shirt I have. It has to be long sleeved cuz my abusive acholic dad left burn scars all over my arms.

I look at myself through the mirror and nod happily - I am still super ugly tho.

"Hmmmm, it feels like I'm missing something....Oh!" I pulled on my glasses, almost forgetting them. Wow I'm such a klutz!

Laughing to myself, I climb down the stairs and find my mommy in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hi sweetie! I hope you aren't too stressed out about moving in the middle of sophomore year. It's just that we needed a new start after your abusive acholic father was arrested for a DUI." She whisper yells.

I nod. "No I understand mother."

She smiles. "Okay sweetie, so long you are happy. Do you want me to drive you?"

"No thanks" it's so lame to have your mom drive you too school, I think to myself.

My mom lays down a plate full of eggs, bacon, cheese, pancakes, sausage, and beans. I smile and take a piece of toast "thanks for breakfast mom" i say as i run outside.

"You're welcome honey!" She whisper yells back.

OoooooooooooO

Everyone is staring at me as I walk into the door of WoodForest High School. They all stare wide eyed before turning around to gossip to each other.

I nervously look down, clinching the schedule my student console gave me. Already the weirdo :( it must be the Naruto shirt I'm wearing.

Since I was looking down nervously, I didn't see the slut in front of me. I let out a gasp, body falling backwards as my papers are all scattered to the floor.

"Omg I am sooooooooooooo sorry!" I cried out, head snapping upwards.

Across from me sat the slutties person I've ever seen!!! With a skin tight, thigh high dress, super long heels, and a face full of makeup, he looked like a low-end prostitute.

"Omg! You better be sorry! My father just got me these heels! Ugh! Stupid human!!!!!" He said, beautiful blonde hair shining and gray eyes twinkling with anger.

"I-I-Im-" I stuttered.

"Just fucking shut up you stupid fucking whore omfg this is why i wanted Alpha Todorki to fucking kill all the humans and shit but nooooo that was genocide and bad. Ughhuuuy stupid ass fucking bitch." He yells down at me, standing up from the floor.

Around me the whole student body stares, most laughing or throwing in their own insults. Tears fill my jade orbs as I sniffle.

The slut huffs, spinning on his heels as he marches down the hallway. Everyone watches his ass as he goes because damn.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A kind and gentle voice calls out. I turn to see a beautiful brownette standing before me and I blush - she's so cute and nice!

"You must be the new guy! Hi! I'm Ochako~ and the person who just rudely left you sitting on the floor is Momoma - he's sorta the Queen Bee around here. And a mythic bitch" (A/N: if you got that reference plsssssssss be my friend 😭)

Ochako helps me pick up the single piece of paper I dropped when I ran into Momoma.

"Wait, how do you know I'm knew?" I ask confused.

Ochako laughs, sounding suspiciously nervous. Weird...

"Uh....its a small town and every one sorta knows every one hahahaha! OH! It looks like you have Mr. Aizawa first period, so do I! He's sorta of a hardass but is also super kind!"

I nod, "okay!" We walk down the hallway together.

"Hey, do you think you can tell me more about this school?" I ask, not wanting to repeat the same thing I rid with MoBitch.

Ochako nods, "sure! Well this school isn't like most because we have two packs right next to each other -" ochako's eyes widen as she looks my way. I am confused. "-I mean! Not packs. No. That's weird. Wolf like. I meant...families. Two different families and we don't like each other and we don't have many outsiders hahahha"

I blink before nodding, "that makes sense. Who are these families?" I asked like a good main protagonist.

Ochako continues with the NPC dialog. "Well first you have the Todorokis - Alpha, i mean, leader Todoroki is a real hard ass. His son is unmated, I mean, is currently not in a relationship. He's weird but nice. Then there are the bakugos. Alpha...leader Bakugo is real nice! I love her cooking but her son is super mean and is a bad boy so stay away from him. He's also single."

I nod as we come up to a science classroom, "thank you."

"Well, here we are! First period of the day! Ready for hell on earth?" She asks me with a wink.

I take her arm in mine, "only if you're ready to talk along side with me."

She laughs, "of course we're best friends after all."

"I've known you for five minutes."

"What?"

"Nothing."

We step into the classroom, arm in arm. I feel ready to face any weirdos or bad boys.

OoooooooooO

A/N: omggggg that was so much fun 2 write and i feel like it was really good. Please comment and like :))))) it makes me happy and I'm very sad :(((((( love you alll!!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxozoozz

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I don't ship ravus and ignis but i can totally see them being best friends who shamelessly flirt with each other. And when Ravus discovers gladio tryin to court iggy he amps up the flirting ten fold to see if gladio is worthy of hiss bff.

Ahahahahahhaahaha!!! Dude, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!

I want this! B|

Imagine that’s the reason nobody ever gets close to flirt with neither Ravus nor Ignis; because they flirt with each other so shamelessly everywhere at any time that everyone just assumes they’re a couple, except they’re not.

Can we have ace Ravus? Because I like ace people and I want ace characters. Plsssssssss.

Still, ace Ravus still adores to flirt with Ignis because why the hell not. He has some very good lines and flirting manners, but as he really doesn’t care about other people and he fears people could mistake his “joking” with something serious, and as he trusts Ignis with the soul (even if he behaves coldly, that’s just his natural attitude), so that’s why the two flirt with each other; Ravus because he finds it hilarious in his own way, and Ignis because he too finds it funny.

Except both men are usually so serious looking that people think they are being serious. Usually people burst into laughter, but these two will just smile at each other and in some cases just laugh normally. 

Their friends and family and etc., however, know more than the first impression and know they’re not a couple and that’s just their way of interacting. 

That’s why Gladio knows it’s fine when he starts courting Ignis. 

The Shield has been crushing on him for a while, but finally decides to get a first step into proper courting. He starts attending to Ignis more often than usual, there’s a few more of casual touches, starts speaking to him in a bit of a more flirty way, the sort of subtle approach that isn’t too exaggerated and remains sincere but is also a bit more than just standing there hiding a crush.

Ravus, of course, notices before Ignis himself.

One day Ravus sees Ignis talking with Gladio, from a bit of distance. The Tenebraean stops and just looks, like a curious kid seeing two cats interact; it’s new but at the same time it isn’t. Like he’s used to see this, but not this way. So he stands there, watches Ignis smiling at him, the way Gladio grins and looks at him, the little casual touches, where and how Gladiolus is looking at his friend-

-and, of course, Ravus suddently tenses as if Gladiolus had just slapped his best friend.

Still, he waits until Gladiolus says goodbye, Ignis sees Ravus and goes to him, and then the Tenebraean just lets it out without being subtle (just like everything he says).

“He’s courting you.”

“What? Ravus, that’s nonsense. I know Gladiolus since forever. If he had been courting me, I’d know.”

“He’s courting you. He wants you romantically. He’s courting you.”

“Ravus, you must be seeing things.”

“Ignis, he’s courting you. Do I slap him? Or do you like him back? He hasn’t pressured you, has he? I can always show him how to treat a gentleman when-”

“Nonono, Ravus, what are you talking about!?”

As a summary, Ravus freaks out more than Ignis himself because when people have tried to court him, well, eh. But if it’s about Ignis Scientia, his bestest best friend since he can remember, the tiny child that he adored and the man that he absolutely loves as his friend and brother AIN’T NOBODY GOING TO COURT HIM WITHOUT RAVUS KNOWING AND APPROVING.

And not that Ravus is jealous, nah. That trope of “older brother figure scares the boys that try to court his little sibling figure” is rather toxic, and that’s not what’s going on. What’s happening is that Ravus just worries and wants the best for Ignis; he’s not going to push Gladio away or grow some hatred for him, he’s just going to make sure that Gladio’s a good option. Of course, Ravus’ style.

Ignis is too much of a good person, but his social skills are only so-so. The poor boy has great confidence in himself, but regardingthe social skills his confidence...hnnng. He can stand people speaking shit of his job (which isn’t often) because he knows he’s good at what he does. But he wouldn’t stand a romantic partner making him feel bad because it means it’s not something that Ignis can do, it’s something of himself, something more abstract, his attitude and his being, and that he can’t change and he’s not too confidentabout.

So if Gladiolus Amicitia EVER DAMN DARES MAKE THIS TREASURE OF A BOI EVER FEEL BAD, RAVUS WILL CHOP HIS ARM OFF SO HE CAN CHANGE HIS PROSTHETIC FOR IT. 

So before Amicitia even has a chance to make him feel bad, Ravus will put him to test; is Gladio a good or a bad guy for Ignis, and how much is he willing to do to get a date with him?

So, of course, Ravus amplifies his flirting A KAZILLION TIMES.

Every time he sees Ignis with Gladio he’ll go to tell Ignis something beautiful about his eyes or face or heart or hands, and every time Gladio’s seeing Ravus will caress his face, and if Gladio’s in ear range Ravus will call Ignis by silly romantic nicknames. And oh, does Ravus know it riles him up.

Because Gladio knows they’re not a couple, but he has no idea Ravus is ace.

Ravus’ point is to see if Amicitia cares enough for Ignis to ask him out either way, but he’s mostly interested in one certain thing: jealousy. After Ravus lost his arm, he knows one thing for sure; jealousy is not a good thing, and it only leads to being toxic. So if Amicitia is the toxic sort of jealous, nope, no way is he going to let him lie hands on Ignis Treasure Of A Boy Scientia.

So Ravus continues shamelessly flirting with Ignis much  more intimately and much more frequently than before, especially when Gladio’s nearby. Gods, imagine the mess that it was among the Citadel, everyone’s confused because “Boy, Amicitia’s trying to court Nox Fleuret’s boyfriend” “But they weren’t boyfriend?” “Then I don’t know what’s going on because both are always flirting with him”, “Omg is this a suitors war?”, etc. When honestly it’s just Ravus being a dumb prick trying to test his bff’s suitor.

And it gets to a point where it’s RIDICULOUS. Ravus is basically one step from asking Ignis to marry him, the gods damn. Gladio can’t look at him without Ravus going to him, he can’t get close to Ignis without Ravus there, he can’t tell him things because Ravus is a damn poet and can say something a million times the sweeter. Heck, once Gladio tried to talk with Ignis and not only was Ravus there, he also didn’t let go of Ignis’ hand for an hour hnsjnfsdjnfs

And, of course, it gets to a point where Gladio notices and goes to have a talk with Nox Fleuret.

“I see what you’re doing.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, I knew you and Ignis shamelessly flirted with each other, and I thought you were just joking around. But now that I’ve been trying to court him, you...like...I don’t know, amplified your stupid flirting a million times.”

“Did I?”

“Don’t play fool with me.”

“Ah, you’re just playing fool. What a relief, I thought that was your natural state.”

Gladio has to growl and swallow his anger. 

“Listen, it’s not funny.”

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“To a point, yes” Ravus squints the eyes lighltly at that and starts tagging Gladiolus as not appropriate for Ignis, but the Shield goes on, “but that’s not the point. I don’t care if Ignis prefers you over me, that’s not the point. What I don’t think is fair is that you’re toying with him. You used to flirt with him just to play and that was fine, but now you’re...it’s too much. If he prefers you over me, don’t you think it’s unfair? He may have feelings for you and you’re just flirting this way with him to annoy me, not to really flirt with him.”

Ravus blinks,surprised, and stays quiet.

“You don’t mess with somebody’s feelings. I do have tried courting him, yes, but since I started you’ve been flirting much more with him and throw glares at me. I’m thinking that you’re not flirting with him just to flirt with him, you’re doing it to mess with me. And, dude, whatever I did to you, we can solve it some other way. But don’t use Ignis like that. Don’t toy with his feelings just to mess with me. Whatever you have, it’s against me, he has no reasons to be in between. You don’t make him...fall in love with you just for the sake of making me angry. Okay? So stop it. Not funny, not healthy, and not fair. Ignis doesn’t deserve to be toyed with like this.”

They stay dead silent for a moment. Ravus says nothing. Gladio says nothing, he’s just frowning at the Tenebraean.

Silence and silence...

And, then, Ravus smiles.

“You’re worth.”

Gladio blinks in confusion and gives him a puzzled look. But Ravus doesn’t explain, all that he says is 

“Good evening, Amicitia.”

And leaves.

Gladio has no idea what happened, but after that Ravus stopped his ridiculous flirting and it went back to normal. Some days later, he managed to get a date with Ignis, asked by no other but Ignis himself. At some pint during the second or third date, the subject somehow comes up, and Gladio tells him about what Ravus said about ‘being worth’, and Ignis explains to him the entire problem.

“...so...Ravus wasn’t interested in you, he was only testing me?”

“Yes.”

“...wow...didn’t that...uhm...he behaved so romantically with you all the time, I thought maybe he really was...”

“In love with me? Oh, haha, no. Ravus is ace.”

“Ravus is what”

And this is the point where Gladio feels stupid.

Aaaaah, what a nice scenario! It’s both cute and funny. Thank you so much for sharing it with me!  I love protective best friend Ravus, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH HNGFDNGFND ♡ ～('▽^人)