#dont ask why her forehead is purple i dont know

[vvstual]

she loves pasta and pizza!

[girldreaming]

cherry waves

subby!abby x reader blurb

porn without plot kind of day >:) abby the deftones princess

summary: sex with abby and she goes all mushy and subby bc i can’t stop thinking about her <3

warnings: nsfw, choking/breath play but mostly hand on throat abby receiving, finger sucky, fingering abby receiving, oral but no description, horny

wc: 1.3k lil shortie

all lowercase and not really proofread

minors go away please I will block you!!

literally no plot just sex under the cut!

“fuck, that feels so good,” abby whines, her right hand leaving its place on your head and going straight to her mouth, teeth biting into the knuckle of her index finger.

for as long as you'd known abby you'd known about her habit of putting things in her mouth, "its like, i dont know, my dad told me it was called an oral fixation, or something, apparently had it since i was a baby," she'd said to you before, when you asked her why she was always nibbling on her fingertips, always biting you - always sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of your thighs, your stomach.

"s' comforting, that's all," she'd smile.

you hum, pushing her thighs apart and they stay, a clear indication you’re beginning to pull out that part of her, the one you only catch glimpses of when you’ve got abby on her back, or on her knees.

she was tired, had just gotten back from a three-day patrol, fresh stitches adorning her arm, blossoms of purple maculating her skin. you'd helped her clean her fingernails, dirt, and blood packed underneath them and encrusted onto her cuticles.

“that was fucking brutal.” she sighed as she walked into your shared space, you waiting for her with tea in the kitchen. she’d looked rough too, her clothes caked with mud and her hair barely kept in the braid you'd done. she was quick to drop her pack and walk over to you, careful not to touch you with her rather grimy hands, leaning her head down to drop a much-needed peck.

it wasn’t long before you'd sent her to the bathroom for a shower, offering to join her but she declined. “you smell like home, don’t you dare.” she’d said, a small "sit with me?" spilling from her lips.

which of course you did, her talking through what she experienced and you glad she couldn’t see your face as it would twist with worry.

but you had her now, you were taking care of her and she was so safe.

“yeah?” you ponder, breath fanning against her core. It always made you feel so powerful when she got this way, gave you an idea of how she must feel all the time.

made fucking sense with the ego she seems to have.

All she can do in response is nod, not a shut up or fuck you. a gentle, slow nod. Her eyebrows are so raised, so furrowed it looks like she's about to start crying.

“abby, it’s okay.” you whisper, your free hand running up the length of her stomach to take her hand out of her mouth, replacing it with your thumb. her spit wet fingers clasp around your wrist, keeping your thumb in her mouth, tongue swirling against the pad of it, teeth just grazing the tip of your nail.

the feeling of her groaning against your own flesh goes straight to the pit of your stomach, a small sound making its way out of you in response. the vibration alone enough to make you feel like you were floating.

abby pulls your hand down, fingers sitting atop yours as she places your hand on her throat, in order to reach, you take your mouth off of her slit, fingers still working their way in and out.

you get up from your own position and push your weight up onto your knees, kneeling in between her own, your body slightly leaning over hers.

can't get over how good she looks right now, how well she’s taking your fingers, your hand on her throat. her eyes big and wide and her wet hair in pieces sticking to her forehead.

“you look so pretty, abs.” you breathe and her eyes close, creases and wrinkles replacing the blue you’re used to.

“so pretty when i fuck the words outta you, huh?” you add, testing your luck.

she laughs, the sound muffled by the hand on her throat. the sound is so low and long, her body shaking softly from the force of it.

“think i like you better with your mouth on my cunt, big shot.” she chuckles, her eyes unscrewing, a smile replacing the lust-driven frown she always got. it's nice to know she was still in there somewhere.

“cant be mean now, i know you’re close, can barely move my fingers.” you just can’t seem to stop hitting the squishy pad of tissue buried inside of her, your hooked fingers relentlessly pressing and prodding. a squeeze here and there, she liked that didn’t she.

“fuck yes.” her head tilts back, thighs wanting so badly to squeeze around your forearm. you begin to move your hand off of her throat, wanting to put your mouth back on her as well but you’re shocked when her hand grips yours, tightening your hold.

“don’t, gonna cum like this.” she’s nodding again, eyes opened slightly, looking down at you but unwilling to make direct eye contact. this was definitely a first, you thought. abby always begged you for your mouth, always needed something on her clit to cum.

then you realize, she’s looking at your fingers, mouth agape. she’s in awe at the sight of them, the only noises bouncing off the walls being abby’s stuttered breathing and the wetness your fingers keep fucking in and out of her.

“please,” she whimpers, hand leaving yours on her throat and going to her inner thigh, pinching and grabbing at the skin there, trying to keep her own legs open. she’s still looking at your glistening fingers working into her, eyes drifting up your forearm to your chest, and finally your face.

your hand leaves her throat then, pressing into the belly of her stomach, feeling her abs tense. you were trying to hold her down, knowing the way her hips would soon be bucking. you pick up one of your knees, placing it on top of her thigh, not enough to hurt but enough for her to feel it if she tried to squirm, your other knee spreading her legs wider.

“i want it, abs, want you to come,” you reassure her and she groans, hips rocking against your fingers despite your hand pressing them down.

“been so good.” she whines, eyes fluttering up towards yours.

don’t know about that, you thought, but fuck, you didn’t want to ruin her moment.

you nod at her, thumb starting to rub at her clit.

“so good, mouse.” you lie, feeling her body tense and your fingers get squished as her walls contract, her breathing picking up into whimpers that swell into moans, her eyes leaving yours as her head tilts back, hand shooting to your wrist, holding it still.

you don’t know where the nickname came from if it was because of her mousy blonde hair, the quiet nature she had when you first met her, or the way she was everywhere all the time. her tendency to steal your food, waiting around so she could have whatever was left. she was simply - in spirit - similar to a mouse.

your thumbs slow their circles, but her chest continues to heave, bicep coming up to cover her face, wipe the sweat, you’re not really sure. your fingers leave her, her hand retreating up to her chest, palm resting against her heart. her damp towel still sits on the bed, and you grab it to wipe your hand off, abby's eyes following your every movement.

“fuck.” she pants, blinking a few times.

you rub at her thighs, trying to get her to relax by drawing circles, watching her breathing slow.

“hmm, c’mere,” she manages, motioning you over to her with her hands.

she pulls you into her chest, both of you bare and warm and frankly, a bit sticky. it’s quiet for a moment, her arms wrapping you up into her and her lips sloppily kissing your head.

“you okay?” you whisper into her chest.

“i’m good, baby.” she says back into your ear. you pull yourself up, supported by your elbows so your stomach is on top of hers, planting a soft kiss to her lips. her hand goes to your jaw, pulling you back in.

“be better if you were sitting on my face though.” she doesn’t miss a beat.

[voidwritesstuff]

Beyond Myth and Fable.

Cw: sexual themes. A fuck ton of religious imagery. Forced marriage (Implications of child brides). Mentions of nudity (non-sexual) Death Is an ass because his mommy issues act up. (Trying to add some levity here,this fic gets a tad dark).

Rating: +16/+18 defenetly.

Summary: In search for clues,the Four Horsemen seek the aid of the one and only Mother of Harlots.

A/n: I took a fuck ton of artistic liberties and laced it with my own experiences as an AFAB. Mystery/the mother of harlots uses they/them but is reffered to by both female and gender neutral terms. Depicted as AFAB. Can be read as an X reader (reasons are explained in the fic tho. I dont want to give too much away).

A/n2: I find the figure of the whore of babylon to be an untapped reservoir to explore themes of AFABS in society,defenetly leaning on the female rage side of things. Heres a playlist I made for this fic. @darkdemeter I hope you like it since you showed interest in the concept!

"And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:

And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH. And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration." -Rev 17 .3-6

The endlesness of the charred chamber swallowed anything that could take away from the glimmering ruby encased in a good ring that Death held.

--Why do we have to use the ring they gave me?--Strife complained, pouting behind his armored helmet. His arms are crossed and he fidgets in his place.

--We need something of theirs for this spell-- The eldest replied with no patience for the childishness of his sibling-- And I doubt your memories would be worth anything. And we dont want to know what goes through your head.

--Death is right-- War added,shifting his weight and balancing Chaoseater on his shoulder-- I advice we hurry.

Before the gunslinger can reply,Death begins to mutter an incantation. He holds the ring in his hand and it blackens halfway, it gets hot like the dancing Fires of hell.

Fitting,thats where theyre going anywhere.

--Besides...--Followed Fury as the portal roared to life beside them-- You can get another one.

--Yeah,well, that one had sentimental value-- Strife answered,following after his siblings as they pass through the arcane gate and into this circle of hell.

Depending on who you asked, this corner of hell had a few epithets attached to it: The Palace of Blasphemy,The Idolatress' Tower,The Den Of Profanity, The museum of Hubris. Some even theorize this is what remains of the original tower of babel..

Yeah,cozy place.

--Out of all of Us, you had to be the one that rolled around in this pit with the Mother Of Harlots--Fury sneered as They enter the grand spire, pushing past the silken courtains of bloody red.

--When you see 'em you'll see.

--A demon...I thought you better than that brother-- War prodded,avoiding the gaze of the half naked nymphs of brimstone and magma that frolic about the place tending to their master's whims.

As they walk they pass paintings depicting the hubris of Man,the greed and darkness. Strife had seen them before- he was aware of them but his siblings ignored it completely. He had a nagging feeling their dismissal would end up causing them trouble.

--Oh fuck right off.-- The gunslinger protested-- Need I remind you the googoo  eyes you made to Dis?

--That...was different.

--Right.

--Cease at once,both of you!--Barked Death--How unbecoming. --He sighed behind his mask and kept walking towards the back where a large chaise lounge chair laid with one of the nymphs sprawled upon it.

Hes half naked,long hair of magma flowing past his shoulders and hips. His Lower half is wrapped in opaque silks and large jewelry adorned his wrists and head. His neck carried a golden chain wrapped around it, that swayed from side to side like a cat's tail.

At the sight,the four knew it was going to be a long,long day.

--Strife!--The nymph perked up at the sight. Hes eating whats eithe grapes or eyeballs but nobody cared to ask-- A visit? So soon?

--This ones different,Adonis.

--As if I was one to judge...--Adonis said, sitting up and leaning forward with a toothy smile.-- Not the most ambitious theyve gotten.

--Bussines,Man.-- the gunslinger insisted,wiping away the nymph's smile with just few words. It makes the other three horsemen feel oddly pleased at it. This place was a Real looney bin.

--Tsk, tsk, tsk. All bussiness,no pleasure.

--If I had a say in the matter,Trust me-

--Keep your head Straight,Strife--Death put an arm infront of his sibling and glared at him. Then,he turns to Adonis and says-- your master,Now.

The nymph sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. They stand up,easily towering over the horsemen and his hands smooth away his hair,revealing two ox horns that grow a few inches.

His eyes darken to a black,black void with a dancing flicker of red.-- Fine. Fine. --He walks off to the side,to a beautifully gold-lined elevator. He steps in and a cage closes around it before going up.

--How can you stand this place?-- War growled as his eyes advert from the half naked female nymphs around him. They arent even looking at him with any desire,just looking concerned at their visit.

But their exposed chest doesnt help much either.

--Again,These guys are chicken shit compared to Mystery. And I promise theyre different.

--Your standards are truly beyond any of our comprehensions--Fury prodded,her eyes admiring the decor of the place. Its such an opulent look for a crumbling tower of brick and mud. She does get what hes saying- shes only now noticing the paintings..

One in particular makes her have to look away- its a painting depicting a forced marriage. And its hidden behind a few climbing vines that began to overtake the old,wooden frame and covering it and the canvas with maroon flowers. A color so similar to the fabric of her brother's scarf.

If she saw it the right way,it was like the flowers were protecting and comforting the young woman about to be married off.

--Hey! Dont talk about them like that. Theyre not just this. --The second eldest insisted,gesturing around the place.

Before Death can add his own quip about how he mustve Fallen victim of the Idolatress' compelling spells ,the four hear the elevator come back down and station on the ground floor with a dry,deep click. Adonis returns to them with a Placid smile,though its clear he wants them gone out of his sight.

--My master Will see you now. The elevator Will take you to the top floor--He gestures with an Open palm to the lift and shows his fangs in faux warmth.

--Thank you,Adonis. Cmon everyone,before War has a heart attack!--Strife began to push everyone towards the elevator,and War was more than happy to step into the platform and hold his head low.

--Will this elevator hold our weight?--Fury had the clearness of mind to ask.

--Enjoy the ride~!--Adonis cheered before clapping. With a violent thud the cage around the lift closes. It looks like a baroque birdcage.

It moves with another violent shake before it begins to speed upwards. Everyone holds on ti the inside railing as Strife gets insulted from top to bottom as if he was to blame.

Clearly,he had gotten too comfortable with this...Scum.

The top floor of the tower was a charred,black dome with looks to a deep night behind the crimson stained glass that lined some of the panels.

Where the walls are cracked there is gold, and the place is decorated halfway between a queen's chambers and a harlot's den. To humans, This style was almost baroque- with vestiges of Angel architecture if only to spite the armies of heaven

The far back had a large,four poster bed with its silks drawn to form a courtain. The right side of the bed was pressed against a wall right Next to a Window. To the left side there was a beautiful, mahogany desk with a few chalices and a half drank bottle of old wine.

Grand Windows opened up to the endless,starlit blue Sky and all around there were candles Burning and plants draping.

--Mystery! Where are ya?--Strife asked,trying to put his usual flirty voice on. He gives his siblings a look that says something along the lines of "Let me handle this. None of you know how to talk to these beings".

If only to spare themselves of some trouble,they dont object.

His voice reverberates around the chamber,the cups on the desk shake like theyre in the middle of an earthquake. The contents spill in a growing pool of blood red wine.

--Strife! My dearest Strife! --From the pool erupts a tall pillar of crimson that glimmers in the low light. It solidifies into a beast with a woman ontop.

The color comes to the figure, and its now revealed that the beast has seven heads and ten horns,and atop it was..

--Mystery,Hello! Looking radiant like always--The horseman flirted

--Ah,why thank you...

Indeed there they were. Their off the shoulder dress is black and sheer enough for their small chest to be seen, fuzzy with body hair and a few spots of acne. The dress went opaque at their hips,beautiful as they were with their bodily hair and stretchmarks.

They had this corcet,looked like a church's ceiling. It had gold Framing, that same baroque style with spikes and circlets that mimicked the halos of angels. Two of the spikes lined up to cover the center of their breasts.

And as if to add insult to injury they had a flaming heart with a Knife stabbed into it on the middle panel.

Their head was adorned with another Halo-like headpiece of gold and red rubies. They had to large pieces hanging on the lowest of spikes,and their neck and hands were covered in jewelry.

--overcompensating--Murmurs Fury,gaining an approving nodd from her eldest.

--What do I owe the visit? Adonis told me its not pleasure.

--We need information on Lucifer...--War stepped past his siblings,flustered and just about ready to return to the chamber of the council. His heart beated a mile a minute,and not with the rush of battle.

At his rashness the beast growls with its seven heads glaring to the red rider.

--Its okay,Boys--Mystery patted the head belonging to a dragon, his name was Blasphemy-- Just a rash one as younglings often are.

One of the heads, that in the shape of a horned hare, sniffed at the air and chuffed. The rest of the heads seemed to relax at that. They could smell the same nephilim scent that Strife had, they realize now their New guests are siblings.

--Okay,so Introductions right?--The gunslinger stepped up to the Mother of Harlots and helped them off their grand steed. He gets a tentative kiss to the helmet and a smudge of red lipstick is left.

Strife seemed to get lost in the eyes of Mystery. Their lids are liked with smokey crimson and black,their face glimmering with golden dust.

But he snaps back to reality, and he turns to the head of the Hare--Hardest thing out of the way,This is adultery.

--Do we have to know the names of each head?--Fury huffed.

--Get along with the beast,get along with its master-- the gunslinger insisted,clearly talking from experience--this is Idolatry..--He pet the snout of a bull with two large horns.

He kept going,ignoring how War sized up the beast like a hunter.

The Rat head was Pestilence,the cobra head was Temptation,the vulture was Profanity,and the giraffe was...Sodomy.

--And I believe I dont need an introduction...--Mystery laced their arms around the bicep of the gunslinger. They smile at the other three riders,welcoming.

--Thats not a good thing...--Death growled--Now,If youre done latching on to my brother like a leech...We're here for information.

If the mother of Harlots could eyeroll themself into another dimention they would. --Fine, Fine. Tea?--They asked.

--No-

--Sure! We'd all love some tea,yes. --Strife glared at his reaper brother in a way that made the eldest wonder how long would they have to play along like they like the idolatress before them. --Thank you,Mys.

--Of course,Take a Seat. This is your home...--They let go of the horseman and snap their fingers. On the desk a set of kintsugi porcelain appears. Its big enough to be nephilim sized...

God,how Many times has Strife visited?.

Nonetheless,the four sit around the desk, the seven headed beast curls up on one of the sofas but each head trails the movement of the three horsemen they dont seem to recognize.

Meanwhile, Strife literally sits on the desk beside the mother of harlots, the rest get Chairs materialized.

Death is the only one who doesnt allow himself to rest from his strict,curved posture.

--What information do the mighty horsemen need?--Mystery asked,the warm cup held in their elegant hands.

--There are rumors of Lucifer conspiring with mortals. We need the names of the humans...-- Death cut to the chase with that cold presiceness that was so characteristical. Though his eyes linger on the cup meant for him .

Could tea even get cold in hell?

--And why would I have that information?--They played dumb,if only to spite Him. --I am aware of the folly and hubris and men, its certainly within my power..

Many things were within their power. As the mother of harlots they could be alluring as a siren,yes. But they could see the deepest of Greeds, the darkest corners of man's souls. They were so much more than what the world had made them out to be.

--Did you forget youre known to inhabit the chambers of any demon or angel powerful enough to cover your cowardly hide-

--Death...--Strife slammed his hand on the desk. It makes Mystery jump from their spot.

There is a defensive growl in the gunslinger's voice. His eyes narrow like an angry sun blaring down on the Reaper.

But then the mother of harlots raised their pointer finger,gesture that clearly means something to the second eldest as he slowly- slowly backs off.

With the insult dancing on the tip of his tongue, the reaper quietens. He still needs that information before being his usual self

--I dont do what I do because I like It..--Mystery starts,tapping on their cup with their features sneering at the rider-- people like Samael are a fun night,Yes. But if I dont do what I do,My nymphs and I are on the chopping block

They stood up,they are at the same height as the reaper. Barefoot steps take the mother of harlots to meet the glare of the eldest. There is perhaps only three centimeters between them.

--Have you any knowledge of how I came to be?

Strife Began to utter a name that didnt align to what the idolatress made themself be called. The thought crossed the mind of the other three riders that their gunslinging kin knew the Real name of the entity before them. Not by him forcing them to tell him, but rather a gift bestowed out of genuine trust.

--Yes. You were created by Lucifer. A Tool...

--I was a tool-- Mystery,the great whore of Babylon has never looked so angry. Burning with the spirit of every soul who had been judged and Killed for not conforming to the mold-- I Was to represent the foolishness of Man,the animal desire,I was a means to a an end..And I did not like it.

Their breath shakes with anger. Perhaps anger,perhaps grief or just anguish. As If the pain was too much to be put into words.

--Lucifer cannot create life,not enough to make a vessel. So he took one. He took...me.

--Thats enough! -- strife barked.-- Death. Cut it out.

--What do you mean he took you?--War asked,eyes just a little wide underneath the betraying shadow of his crimson hood.

--Hey! Didnt you hear- I said enou-

--Lucifer prays on the weak. And in a moment of my youth.. i was weak.-- Mystery followed-- I was to be married to someone older,a prize for peace between clans. I was not even two decades old. So...I spat in the face of my would be groom and yelled how he was a creep for even getting to that point...

There are tears threatening to spill,and Death remains unmoving. His eyes look at them like their pain is fake.

Strife knows why hes like this. He thinks Mystery is just like lilith.

Theyre nothing like lilith.

--When I ran,i was so blind by my pain and..--They hesitate,the memory is so old and it still hurts so much-- I Fell down a hill,a steep one. I was being followed. And no God heeded my prayer, but he did.

Fury shifted in her Seat. Her mouth covered by her hand,she looks at the empty teacup infront of her. There was a certain pain there she could relate to.

Lesser, an object, just for being born different. Had she suffered a similar fate...she couldnt say she wouldve returned to that marriage.

--Death thats quite enough-- She finally speaks up,her voice firm but still faltering. The way Mystery spoke about the whole ordeal...it got under her skin. Its like she was living it alongside her.

--He came to me in the form form of a snake, he offered to save me and I accepted before he told me the rest of the contract..I became...this-- they Open their arms with the smile of someone who is tired of fighting to Keep themself whole.

Strife begins to walk behind Mystery,he looms over his brother. Who hasnt said a Word,and isnt planning to. The gunslinger glared

--You see,Death, im not only the mother of harlots ,the whore of babylon,bearer of all the abominations of the earth...

Their eyes are glossy,can a being like themself cry? Is that even possible? Death can feel even the glare of War digging into the back of his skull now.

And still,he remains unmoving and silent

Strife wondered if his brother was treating this like a child's tantrum. Just like hes done whenever the rest of them expressed discomfort.

He could dismiss his pain. But not Mystery's..

Oh,he Wont let it slide.

With this thumbs on the handles of his guns, his glare intensifies as he slowly clicks off the safety. This seems to catch the attention of his brother, their eyes meet for a split second before the reaper returns his attention to the mother of harlots.

-I am the folly of Man-- they continued,walking closer and preparing their hands to push him. Hes just like all the men that have put them in this situartion-- I am the hubris...I am the spirit of every woman who was burnt at the stake, shamed for playing by the rules men played,those who didnt conform to the mold. I am the soul of each woman who has been beaten, Killed, disrespected and used. A pain your sister knows all too well...

Fury Flinched, fighting to not shrink into herself. Countless times has she been looked down upon by Death- the figure she looked up the most even if she doesnt admit it.

--So excuse me if the only way I Keep me and my loved ones safe is by snuggling up to the first being with just enough power to wipe me out that walks through the door... --their hand poke his chest. A demand, a protest that he Will not outpower them- I am not strong the way you are. But I have smarts and eons of living in the world of men. What you call whoring around I call survival. Youre in no place to judge.

In that moment,strife puts his scarf around their shoulders. He brings them to his chest,was that a hug? The white rider..hugging?

--Breathe..-- He whispered,low as the singing of a hummingbird.

--Ill-Ill get you those names-- Mystery finished-- But if you return here with this behaviour,I Will crush you beneath my heel.

--Is that a threat?

"Goddamnit, death. Shut the fuck up"the gunsliger thought.

--Of course it is. This is my damn home,this is my damn realm and you Will respect my orders you insolent manchild. --They spat out,tears falling down their face and pooling at their jaw before continuing their carefree descent to the ground. -- There are Many ways to bring someone to their knees,Lust and strength May not work but behind every rabid egotistical Man there is a hole where a mother should be.

That seemed to click something in Death's mind. He hissed and said-- Get those names. -- and he Turned his back begining to walk to the elevator on the other end of the chamber.--We're leaving.

--Oh no. I'm staying--Strife answered,voice firm and with disbelief at the behaviour of the eldest. His tone sounds in a way As if to say this is not up for debate.

Whatever was going on within the pale rider was enough for him to not pick this fight-- Its your head that Will roll for your absence.

--Then so be It.

He hissed again-- Fury,War...--He beckoned.

Fury sighed and stood up,her eyes meet Mystery's for a moment. Within her white orbs something glimmered- And the mother of harlots didnt need to use their magic to know. They returned her gaze with that same glint.

"Youre so much more than what he says you are" they had whispered as she passed them by.

--I...apologize for my brother's behavior-- Sweet War. Even now his eyes avoid their form out of respect- After what he heard he reserves no right to gaze upon them with anything close to desire or bashfulness.

--You dont need to apologize in his stead. He can be a grown Man and apologize himself. --Their hand pressed to the bicep of the red rider in a reassuring manner. The way he tenses up is adorable.

--S-still...none of us should know a story so deep. So..painful. youre just another victim of Lucifer's ploy.

--He tried to make me a victim. I wont let him.

War's eyes look puzzled for a few seconds before it clicks. He nodds and his gaze turns to fill with something akin to pride. He gives another look to his brother before leaving with his lumbering pace.

Strife doesnt speak until the elevator reaches the bottom. He calls out their name,their Real name- the one they havent heard in eons. Something so thoroughly human... so far away to what they are now.

The second time he repeats that name they turn to him-- y-yes? -- they asked,going to clean their tears,but being beaten to it by the white rider.

As his taloned hands carefully dry off their tears,he says-- I am..so sorry. God,Death's such an asshole. He didnt- he didnt deserve to know what happened to you..He shouldve minded his damn bussiness.

--Strife...--They said softly.

--No. I know how much it hurts you when you tell it. I know damn well its like traumatizing you all over again! Its not fair- youve had enough pain for a goddamn lifetime and the Next!

When the gunslinger got angry,it was a sight to behold. His ember eyes shine like roaring fires. His voice is a raspy growl,Like bearing his fangs with feral,deep anger.

--Who is he to come here and demand explanations? He couldve kept it professional but no! He had to pick a fight with you over some personal shit. --His hands press to their biceps. His gaze is intense hes making sure his words are drilled into their head-- he thinks youre like lilith because you enjoy yourself. But youre nothing like her,not even close.

The mother of harlots chuckled-- I know,strife. I know.

--Ill blow his brains out Next time he tries to pull something like this

Mystery snorted-- In my realm you've got full permission.

Behind them both comes the red beast of seven heads,who had been off to the side seething with anger but unable to attack without its master's say-so.

--Guess he got under your skin too,Didn' he?--He asked,patting he head of Blasphemy who growled softly with an angry gaze in his eyes.--Its okay,the awful skeleton Man's gone.

It makes his companion laugh a little, And thats all he really wants.

--Go take a walk-- They order to the beast,who breathes out smoke from their seven heads. An order's an order,and they Will follow it.

But not before nuzzling the form of the only nephilim they like. They almost Tumble him down on the ground,leaving only when their mischief is done.

All alone now,the gunslinger says-- Hey,Lets go to bed--He makes a pause,licking his lips-- No- Not that way I meant- you need a nap after this. I need a nap after this shitshow.

Mystery snickered,nodding along. Yet as they walk to the bed,Strife does call their human name once more. He follows it by pressing a soft kiss to their forehead and whispering "youre so much more than your scars"

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Feel Better

Requested: by anon on tumblr

Prompts: 30) "You're an absolute whore of a man/woman

32) "Leave the jersey on."

50) "Stop teasing."

Warnings: smut, 18+, teasing, edging, overstimulating

*IF YOU DONT WANNA READ IT, DONT! DONT COMPLAIN IN MY ASK BOX, OR DMS ABOUT WHY I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS CHILL*

Y/n stood in the kitchen, sipping at her cup of tea as she scrolled through her phone aimlessly. Her boyfriend had gone to training at around 9 that morning and she hadn't gotten out of bed until then; 1 o clock in the afternoon. She looked up as she heard their car skid to a halt in the driveway, soon followed by the front door opening and closing. "Hey, baby. How was-" She was interrupted by a pair of lips kissing the crook of her neck. She nearly chokes on the tea she was drinking. "What's up with you?" She asked laughing. "I just need you." He murmured, his lips barely leaving her skin. "Can I get a reason for this or-"

"Just stop talking." He muttered. "Er, excuse me? Who are you talking-" Trent made his way up to her lips, stopping her from finishing her sentence. She didn't even fight it, she welcomed him. Her arms hooked around his neck, her hands finding their way through his dreads. "Fuck." He muttered. His hands gripped under her ass and lifted her up onto the cool marble surface of the kitchen island. Trent found his way back to the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking as he did. Y/n's hands left his hair and went to the hem of her jersey to pull it off, but she found a strong hand stopping her. "Leave the jersey on. I wanna fuck you with it on." He was demanding, but his voice was soft. It left a shiver running down Y/n's spine.

He looked at her and moved her hand down towards his crotch. Y/n grinned and bit her lip. "If you say so." Her hand began moving over the clothed area. Trent's head fell back, a sigh escaping his lips. "Stop with the teasing." She chuckled. "You're very eager. No foreplay or anything. Not like you at all."

"I'm just in a mood and I know you would make me feel so much better." He kissed her again. "Now, if you make me feel better, I'll make you feel twice as good." She nearly melted at his words. "Give me a taster first and then we'll see." She whispered into his ear, before biting lightly on the lobe. She felt a tug at her hair and found herself being pulled back until her back was on the counter. Before she could question it, Trent's fingers lifted her shirt. He looked amused. "No bra?" He asked. Y/n chuckled. "Just the way you like." She replied. "Good girl." He whispered, before pressing kisses onto her torso, moving up to kiss her bare breasts beneath her jersey. Her eyes closed with the soft feeling. Trent nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving purple marks as he did. "What'd you say about teasing?" She asked breathlessly. "Not nice, is it princess?" He asked. Y/n shook her head.

She felt the all too familiar lips on hers yet again. Her hands sprung up to his shoulders. They broke their kiss as Y/n felt her boyfriend rubbing his fingers off her silk panties right on her clit. "Oh fuck." She moaned. "You're such a whore of a woman." He muttered, kissing her forehead. His fingers went beneath her pants and grinned. "Wet for me princess?" He asked. He knew the question. "Oh just fuck me." She whispered. "Not yet. I wanna show you what you'll get if you get me out of my mood." She licked her lips and lay back down. "That's it." His fingers delved into her wet pussy, scissoring as he did so. Her back arched off the counter and found herself pulling Trent back down to her for more of his addictive kisses. Their tongues fought for dominance, neither looking to back out. Y/n's eyes opened as she bit onto Trent's lower lip and pulled away slightly with a smile on her face. "Don't push it." He said. Her lower lip jutted out, faking a disappointed look. "Aw, is someone in a mood? I didn't notice."

She squeaked as he pulled her torso towards the edge of the counter. She got up on her elbows and looked down to see the scouser on his knees. "Trent." She whimpered at the mere sight. "Lay back love, I'll take care of you." She nodded slowly and lay back, awaiting the feel of his tongue. He pulled the panties off and grinned. "Shaven as well? Did you know I'd be in a mood today?" He asked amused. "I mean I was planning it for later but you came home in a mood." He chuckled and pressed soft kisses on the inside of her legs. The feeling made her want to close her legs around his head, she needed more. His lips made their way up to her pussy, peppering a few kisses there as well. "Fuck." The curses fell from her lips like a prayer, right before he began licking and kissing her clit. "The unholy sounds falling from her mouth grew louder and louder with each touch. He looked up at her coming undone from his tongue alone, so he incorporated his fingers. Her hands shot down to his head, gripping tightly onto his dreadlocks as his fingers and tongue moved in unicen. "Trent, Trent, I think I'm gonna cum!" She screeched. That was before the feeling went away and Trent pulled his fingers out.

"You didn't let me finish." She breathed out. "That's what you get, isn't it?" He stood up and undone his joggers, pulling them and his underwear down to reveal his hard length. "Ready?" She nodded her head and braced herself for him to push in. She sucked a sharp breath in as she felt him slowly push his cock into her wet cunt. Trent steadied himself by placing his hands either side of her. When he was ready, his hands moved to her hips, pulling her towards him each time he thrusted. She sat up, their torsos touching, her arm hooked around his neck as they shared kisses and looks of affection and lust. She bit her lip, almost drawing blood with how hard she was biting. His thrusts were hard but pleasurable. She couldn't ask him to stop. The mix of pain and pleasure only aroused her more.

Y/n gasped as her boyfriend hit her g-spot, her nails digging into his shoulder now. "Oh my god! There! Right there!" Trent smirked cockily. "There, yeah?" He asked, continuing to hit the right spot, amused at her incapability to form a single word from the ecstacy of his work. A hum is all she could muster up. "Use your words or I pull out." He demanded. She groaned at the sheer thought of not having him fuck her. "Yes, yes right there, Trent!" She panted. He watched as she came undone, her face scrunched into one of pleasure. "Fuck." She cursed under her breath. Before she knew what was happening, Trent pulled out and turned her around, her bare ass now pushed up against his crotch. "You gonna fuck me from behind, mmh?" Trent let out a sigh and nodded, landing a hard hand onto her left cheek. She jumped as she felt the stinging sensation, but didn't complain, not even a little bit. His hands once again gripped her hips and pulled her back, pushing back in for the final time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She moaned with each thrust. He wasn't slow, he wasn't even like he was last time. He was quicker, must quicker and much harder too. Still sensitive from her second orgasm, she felt herself coming undone quite quickly and felt the need to tell her boyfriend that she was once again close.

"Trent, I'm gonna cum." Her moans mixed with the sound of their two bodies colliding filled the room, at this rate, it probably filled the house. "No." Her eyes opened and she looked back at him with anger. "Excuse me?" She asked. "You can wait. Just wait for me." She thought about fighting him on this one before she groaned and just gave in. It took all her focus to try not to, she was barely pulling it off. "Are you nearly there?" She asked. He shook his head. It called for desperate measures, the thing they never tried before. "Fuck me harder then. Choke me." He looked through hooded eyes and nodded. His hand travelled up her back and curled around her throat. Y/n's head fell back, her back arched, Trent could feel that he was getting closer. "Fuck." He muttered. "I'm close, Im close." His grip on her hips tightened as he pushed herself towards him with each thrust. "Cum for me, Princess." She finally reached her high, gripping the marble counter top and Trent's arms hooked around her torso, holding her closely.

Trent pulled out and let out a long breath, a smile on his face. Y/n turned around, matching his smile and crossed her arms. "So? Feeling better then?" She asked. Trent chuckled. "Yeah, yeah a lot better now, love." He replied. "So what's got you in such a mood anyway?" Trent sighed. "Not starting again this weekend. I'm hoping to get subbed on though." He explained. "No way. Again? Fuck sake." She muttered. "It's fine, I've you to make me feel better, don't I?" He chuckled, his arms resting on her shoulders in a hug. "Mmh. I wouldn't mind you not starting more often."

"Oi, that was out of order, missus." She laughed loudly and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Ah you wouldn't have it any other way." He thought for a moment and shook his head. "I wouldn't mind starting though."

[youngpettyqueen]

ummm um fic recs….in a horrible turn of events garak and bashir have to babysit the ds9 kids?

ive been wracking my brains over how Garak and Julian would end up babysitting a bunch of the kids and I had a hard time figuring out something that would work with Jake and Nog, since theyre older and dont really need a babysitter, so I went with them babysitting Molly and Yoshi! I hope that's alright <3

Garak isn't sure what to expect when he the door to the O'Briens quarters slides open. All he knows is that Julian told him to come, and his only answer to Garak's many questions was to repeat himself with a don't ask just do it tone.

So, Garak had. He'd come. In the middle of the work day, something he's not planning on letting the Doctor forget. He'd come, and he steps inside as the door slides open, and he doesn't know what he was expecting to find here, but it certainly wasn't... this.

Julian is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, the infant Kirayoshi cradled securely in one arm. He also has what appears to be a plastic crown on his head, which is several sizes too small, and perches awkwardly atop his hair. The older of the O'Brien offspring, Molly, is sitting beside him, in what Garak would guess is a human princess costume, all shiny fabric and very, very pink.

Garak comes to pause, considering the scene before him. There are little plastic teacups and plates set out. A few larger plush toys are also around the table, with teacups and plates of their own. It's quite the little set up.

"Good morning, Doctor. Molly," He greets, turning a quizzical raised brow on Julian, "Might I ask why I was called here?"

Julian gives him a look that is very, very tired. "Good morning, Mr. Garak," He replies, "You were called here because you have been invited to Princess Molly's tea party." He informs him.

"Tea party?" Garak echoes.

"I'll explain later," Julian tells him, "Just come sit." He gestures to an open space at the other end of the coffee table.

"Wait!" Molly pipes up, quickly standing. Julian winces at her volume, quietly shushing her as he looks at Kirayoshi, who appears to be sleeping. Garak turns his attention to the child, who holds her head up high and informs him, "You have to bow first."

Garak considers her for a moment. He catches Julian stop himself from laughing in the corner of his eye. Of course, Garak knows about royalty systems, so he knows what a princess is. And he can't imagine himself bowing to one, but Molly has a very stern look on her very little face, and he has a feeling he's in for a fight if he doesn't comply.

He bows. Dramatically, with a flourish. Molly giggles, and the sound is... pleasing.

"Thank you for the invitation, Princess," Garak bids her, continuing to play along as he straightens himself, "May I...?" He gestures to the open seat.

Molly, to his surprise, shakes her head. "Not there," She tells him, "You have to sit with Uncle Julian. Miss Flutterhooves will move." She gestures at the plush sitting on Julian's opposite side- an equine, if he remembers his Earth animals correctly, except this one is... purple, and it has a shiny silver horn protruding from its forehead.

He goes with it. Why not, at this point? He's clearly not getting out of this. "Of course," He says agreeable, stepping closer. Since the plush toy can't move, for obvious reasons, he gently picks it up, "Pardon me, Miss... Flutterhooves," He shoots Julian a quick glance, who nods approvingly, and he proceeds with moving the toy to the open spot at the end of table, and then going to take his own seat beside Julian. He shuffles in as much as possible, awkwardly crossing his legs and trying to keep his knees from tucking under the table, "There we are. This is... very lovely." He compliments as he settles into a somewhat-comfortable position.

"Very lovely," Julian agrees, looking at Molly, "You've done a wonderful job, Princess Molly."

Molly gives Julian a pleased little smile. "Thank you!" She squeaks. Then she suddenly perks up again, like she's heard something, "Oh! I have to go get the tea. It's done sleeping." She stands and, tucking up her skirts like a proper lady, she hurries off to go and... wake the tea, apparently.

"Steeping," Julian offers, as Garak gives him a confused look, "She means steeping."

Garak nods. That doesn't explain... anything else that's going on here. "Tea party?" He asks. Again.

"An old Earth game, of sorts," Julian replies, "Human children commonly pretend to hold tea parties, usually with their parents and their toys involved. Hence," He gestures around the table with his free hand, "All this."

"I see," Garak says, "And I was invited, why...?"

Julian suddenly won't make eye contact. "Molly insisted," He tells him, quick and clearly not the entire truth, "And I just got Kirayoshi to sleep for the first time all day, so I wasn't about to risk Molly getting upset and waking him," He does look at Garak again, this time with a surprising amount of desperation for a man sitting in front of a plastic teacup, with a plastic crown on his head, "He cried for three. Hours. Garak." He stresses each word, exhaustion and desperation oozing from every syllable.

Garak knows of the infant's tendency towards tears. He has no idea how Kirayoshi manages to wail for so long, considering how tiny his lungs are, but he's been able to hear the shrieking from across the promenade.

"I'm not sure the Chief would approve my being here," He points out, "Or Mrs. O'Brien, for that matter."

"I won't tell if you won't. Just play along," Julian implores him, "That's all I ask, just play along. Molly is very sweet, and also very stubborn, and I promise you I'll make it up to you if you just humour her." He's very nearly begging.

Garak has seen Julian less desperate in active crisis situations. He sighs, making a point to be melodramatic about it. "Very well, my dear," He agrees, "I suppose I can find it in myself to play along with the whims of a little girl. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Don't invite that on yourself," Julian warns, "You haven't seen her when she's cranky."

At that moment, Molly returns. In her hands she carries a teapot that matches her teacups, and she proudly brings it to the table and sets it down in the middle of everything. "Ta-da!" She announces, prompting Julian to gently shush her again, "Tea time!" She does not heed his shushing, "Want the first cup, Uncle Julian?" She asks, holding the pot out to him.

Just like that, Julian is smiling again. "I would love the first cup, Princess Molly," He says. He holds the teacup up, and it's comically small in his hand, "Thank you very much."

Molly tips the teapot forward. No actual tea comes out. Still, she holds it like that for a few seconds, before she tips it back. "There you go!" She chirps. Right, pretend. She turns her smile on Garak, and offers him the pot, "Tea?"

Garak delicately picks the teacup up by the handle, which he has to pinch between two claws. "I would be honoured," He says, laying it on thick. Molly pours the pretend tea into his cup, and he gives her his most winning smile, "Thank you, Princess."

Molly goes around the table, pouring tea for the other guests. Garak resists the urge to comment on the teapot apparently being bottomless, and instead glances at Julian. "Uncle Julian?" He questions, an amused smirk curling on his face.

"I'm her favourite uncle." Julian grins.

"I'm sure," Garak murmurs. Molly retakes her seat, and he turns to her, "Ah, Princess, allow me," He reaches across the table to take the teapot, and he pours her her own cup. He's not sure of the exact method to this, but he counts to 3 and then stops, and she looks satisfied, "Could I ask you a question, Princess?" He asks as he sits back, setting the pot down.

"First, cheers," Molly insists. She thrusts her cup up into the air, and Julian raises his, so Garak follows their lead. They clink their little teacups together- literally, "Clink!" She says.

"Clink." Julian echoes.

"Clink," Garak adds. Then Molly sips, and so does Julian, so he follows. When that's done, he inquires, "May I ask my question now?" Molly nods, and he smiles, "Ah, thank you. Yes, my question is, what made you invite me to the tea party, Princess Molly?"

Molly sets her teacup down. "For Uncle Julian." She replies.

Garak can see Julian looking pointedly away from him in his peripheral. "I see," He says, "And why was I invited for Uncle Julian?" He follows up.

"Cause you're married." Molly replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the Quadrant.

Julian chokes on nothing. Garak's eyes widen. "Married?" He echoes. He turns to Julian, who's gone a truly impressive shade of red, right up to the tips of his ears, "Married?" He repeats.

"Yeah!" Molly says, apparently an expert on the subject, "That's what grown-ups do when they're in love! Like my mommy and daddy. You," She points at Garak, "And Uncle Julian are in love, so you're married."

"She's 5." Julian hisses under his breath, just loud enough for Garak to hear.

Garak needs to take a deep breath. He's not often truly caught off guard, but that... he feels like he's just been knocked flat on his back. Alright. Married. He can go along with that. He's certainly gone along with far worse things.

Suddenly he understands Julian's exhaustion and desperation a few moments prior.

"Well, it was... very polite of you to invite me, Princess," He manages to get out, trying to slot back into his role here, "It's nice to spend time with my... husband." That makes Julian turn even redder. He looks like he's about to start glowing.

"Mommy and daddy wanted together-time today," Molly tells him, looking oh-so-serious for a girl of 5 years old, "So you and Uncle Julian probably want together-time, too. That's what married grown ups want." She explains.

Garak can't help but chuckle. "You're very wise," He says. Because she isn't... wrong. When it comes to him and Julian, at least, "I did want together-time with Uncle Julian today." He admits. They were supposed to see each other for lunch today, but then Julian got called away to babysit the O'Brien children, so it was to be rescheduled. And, soft as it makes him, those lunches are truly about... the only thing he looks forward to, so, yes. He did want together-time, as she put it, with Julian.

Molly glances at Julian, and then she leans over the table. "He did, too," She whispers, except it's very loud, and Julian can obviously hear her, "He told me he missed your lunchtime."

Garak glances at Julian, who's again very much not looking at him. He can't help but melt, just a bit, just enough to soften up. "Did he now?" He hums, "Well, that's alright. We have this tea party, don't we?" He puts his hand on the table, holding it out to Julian.

Julian looks at his hand. Then looks up at him, all round eyes and surprise. And then he smiles, all warm and affectionate. "That we do." He says, taking Garak's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Ew," Molly pulls a face, "You're being gross like mommy and daddy."

Julian snorts a laugh. Garak chuckles. They let go of their hands and go back to their teacups, following Molly's lead as she sips at air again. Then she insists on refilling their cups, and they sit back and let her.

Julian's hand finds his on the floor. Garak takes it, brushes his thumb over Julian's knuckles. They exchange a private look, a small smile, Julian still red in the cheeks.

Maybe this isn't such a bad way to spend an afternoon, after all.

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid xFemReader)

Chapter 4: The Arrival (Part two)

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Warning: mentions of receiving fingering. Submissive Reader. Cussing. Porn Video. mentions of masturbation. Reader wanting to be stalked. Hand kink. Size kink.

P.O.V Y/N

My breath hitched in my throat. As I felt heat rising to my cheeks and my heart accelerating in excitement.

How could I forget? The survey.

A few months ago there was a survey link posted on Doctor’s website. He had just come out with a masturbation + dirty talk video and I had squirted so many times that in my sex haze mindset I filled it out.��

In that form he didn’t ask for pictures, just basic questions such as what are your hobbies, favourite food, author, and an optional question. Your phone number.

“It's not that I don't trust you Gavin, I just know Y/N and her charms,” Phil commented as he sat down. 

Snapping back to the present I looked at Phil and gave an eyeroll to him whilst a shy smile with a wave of my hand to Gavin. Phil pulled out the parking lot and began racing down the main street that eventually connected to the interstate freeway. 

“We’ll be late by thirty minutes,” I said, stating the obvious.

“I know, I know. I’m planning on blaming it on the cakes,” Phil said jokingly.

“I don’t know if we can do that to those cakes, Gavin put in a lot of work into them. Especially since they are all made to order,” I teased back Phil.

If he were an anime you could see forehead shadow twitching on his head. 

“Seriously Y/N do. Not. under. any . circumstance. fuck . the. One. dude. Who. I. Enjoy. Drinking. With,” He said, enunciating every word.

“I will not fuck him,” I said grabbing Phils bicep as he looked at me, “I solemnly swear to just flirt with him and that's it,” 

“I am okay with that,” Phil said.

My phone vibrated a bit and I opened it up to see a text message from the unknown number aka Doctor.

So doctor, do I get an address in exchange for my introduction?

A blushing smile graced my face at his text and I quickly turned my face away from Phil’s line of sight. God Doctor just seemed to feel me with buzz. The thought of him texting me was exhilarating. Him texting me about a potential secret fuckfest between us whilst I’m in a car with someone else, that ignited a much darker invigorating feeling. I crossed my legs as the familiar pulse of my pussy spread through the bottom of my core. I could feel the potential arousal slicking every move I made. 

Y/N: That depends doctor.

I teased him. God I didn’t even know if it was working or if this man is even a doctor or even a man. But the mystery was what captivated, the what if’s.

Doctor: On what?

Y/N: What can you offer me more than your name?

Doctor: I’ve given you my name yet you haven’t given anything. I believe this is unfair, Doctor.

Y/N: You introduced yourself to me, it was the polite thing to do. 

Y/N: A societal norm for basic interactions.

Doctor: Point noted. What would you like instead?

Y/N: I want…….

Y/N: I want you to find me.

Doctor: Why?

Y/N: Because the idea of being stalked is more arousing than it should be, but being stalked by a masked man has a certain forbidden do or die feeling to it.

Doctor: I didn’t expect you to be so open to a stranger so quickly.

Y/N: Clearly we haven’t met in a bar.

Doctor: Clearly cause then I wouldn’t be stranger.

“We’re here,” Said Phil as he parked the car in the driveway of a beautiful villa like home.

The sky was a beautiful canvas of purple, pink, and blue. Smooth rigids of different clouds battled to reflect the golden hue emitted from the sunsetting.

Walking to the big mahogany door through a well watered garden drew a smile on my face. The roses, chrysanthemum, and tulips were in shades of white, yellow, and oranges. They looked so complimented. 

“Ah Phil!” Said a very exquisite looking old man. His coat was all black suede, fitting him to a T. 

“Agent Rossi, good to see you,” Said Phil shaking his hand as he held onto the two boxes of goodies.

“Agent is for when we are on the clock. Off the clock, I’m David,” he spoke with a calmness to his voice.    

“David the Writer you mean,” Said a blonde woman who seemed to be in the late 50’s but appeared 40. She wore a white dress with floral imprints whilst her hair was tied beautifully, “Hi, I’m Krystall,” she introduced herself to Phil as she shook his hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Krystall, I’m Philips Brooks, and this my friend Dr. Y/N Monterey,” Phil said with kindness as he exchanged formalities. 

“Oh my, don’t you look like belle,” Krystall said as she came towards me and hugged me, “Come in now, it's freezing outside,” she said as she guided me inside as she asked me, “So what type of a doctor are you?”

“Oh I am a Family Medicine doctor. I mostly work with patients of all ages who have chronic diseases and general complications,” I responded with a shy smile and felt my cheeks burning.

I prided myself in my work but the reaction I would get from most people made it seem like I was boasting. 

“How lovely, you know my daughter wanted to be a doctor but she soon realised any sight of blood made her nauseous,” Krystall spoke lovingly as she guided me to the kitchen that was conveniently right next to the patio that showed a group of people enjoying a drink around the fire or dancing.

“Here you go,” Phil said as he handed me the two boxes of cupcakes. My mouth worded out a small meak thank you that was barely audible. 

You see I realised my beautiful clothes, my astounding jewellery and my makeup is my comfort when meeting people I do not know. It's a facade I put together that allows them to like me better. And if they like me better I’ll be more comfortable being my horny, with a dark humour, funny self with them that cusses like a sailor when given the chance.

Feeling myself getting shy of all the new people around me I quickly took the opportunity with my cupcakes to make a conversation with Krystall.

“Where would you like these?” I say softly with a smile and wide eyes. 

“Oooh I have the perfect cupcake stand for these!” Exclaimed Krystall as she raised on her tippy toes to grab something from the tall cabinet but failed to reach it.

“Here maybe I could get it?” I offered. Seeing as my 5 inch heel added a good height to me but alas it wasn't enough. However I did not stop. I still went on my tippy toes and kept trying to reach the box.

Taking a deep breath I stretched again. Another deep breath and I changed my approach to how I was reaching for the box. Finally taking another deep breath I could smell a musky scent of sandalwood with light notes of salt. With confused furrowed eyebrows, I turned around to find whose scent invaded my senses. 

My eyes were met with a Dr. Who tied, tucked neatly in a black silk vest that matched the black shirt inside. I feared looking up, scared I would accidentally create a more awkward situation. 

Instead I looked down a bit, the black fitted trousers that the men in front of me was wearing which paired perfectly with dark brown leather dressing shoes and belt. The mahogany tones of the shoes and belt made sure to compliment his entire outfit. He looked slick and so alluring. 

The figure in front of me stepped away and spoke.

“Here’s the cupcake,” a familiar voice said.

“Thank you Spencer, I was scared that Dr. Y/N might fall with her going on the tips of her toes,” Krystall spoke as she opened the box, “Especially with those high heels,” her voice carried out and wavering a bit as she took the cupcake stand out of the box. 

As she sat the cupcake in it's place in the centre of the appetisers presented on top of the beautiful marbled counter top I looked over to Dr. Spencer Reid.

Stepping in front of him to get his attention I made eye contact with him. A sudden rush of goosebumps tingled from the tip of my shoulders to the bottom of my spine. The invasion of sandalwood and salt brought forth a comfort that felt misplaced to be present. Smiling, I opened my mouth to speak.

“Thank you for helping me,” I said kindly. Genuinely appreciating his generous action.

“It was no problem really. I saw you struggling from across the room and decided to use my height for a much needed advantage.” He ended his sentence with his bottom lip in his mouth whilst forming a smile and an awkward head nod.

“Well I am happy you appeared before Phil did, if not instead of helping me he would have stood there and teased me for my height,” I said laughing a bit trying to show my appreciation towards but also to lighten the mood.

In an awkward situation if someone lacks more confidence than me I tend to feel confident enough to talk. Damn I am submissive.

“Like I said, it was no problem. I thought you would have reacted differently.” He said genuinely with the same look on his face with the same nod.

“How would I have reacted differently?” I asked genuinely confused at this claim. 

“Well, I kind of stood so directly behind you that I thought you would have seen that as an inappropriate gesture.” Spencer said as he broke eye contact and his eyes darted to the ground. But not before I could observe his cheeks become painted in a light pink hue.

Is he blushing or his he embarrassed?

“Oh it wasn’t inappropriate at all. I promise. It just felt to me like you were helping me out and I am so grateful for that. If not I would have fallen on my face for sure. You stood behind me VERY professionally Dr. Reid,” I said whilst calming him down but also joking with him.

“Oh, that makes me feel less awkward then,” he said as he looked up again with an actual smile framing his face.

My eyebrows flinched a bit as I realised how attractive he looked. His long tousled hair was messy but it provided another layer of shadow on top of his stubble that framed his already chiselled cheek bones. 

His all black attire resembled somewhat of a those fictionally men who are indespicablely hot and are maliciously good in bed. The men who are intoxicating by just their scent, their height, their hands, their presence, and just their being.

Suddenly I felt all the confidence I had previously washed away from me as I realised that this man in front of me is attractive to me. A nervous lump of breath I swallowed hoping to gain some sort of traction back.

Cupcakes!

“Oh Krystall! Where would you….” I spoke suddenly trying to break the small seconds of silence that had formed. Turning around as I said those words I saw Krystall outside dancing and some of the cupcakes up on the cupcake stand and majority left.

“I think I am just going to help Krystall a bit and put those cupcakes away,” I stated as I excused myself and planted myself right by the cupcake stand and the cupcakes. 

“Here I’ll help,” Spencer said as he stepped right next to me. His scent fueled every breath I took. His warmth radiated to my entire body and announced its presence to my very soul with his heat. My heart beated faster whilst my hands moved timidly whilst walking next to him.

The task at hand was simple, pick up a cupcake and put it on the stand carefully. My head knew that and so did my heart but my body felt weak doing such a simple task. It didn't help that the size difference between us was making me feel intimidated. And I LOVED feeling this way.

Feeling like a ragdoll that he can push against the counter and have his way with me.

Don't compare your hands.

Don't compare your hands.

DON'T COMPARE YOUR HANDS!!    

The only reasonable thought that ran through my head. I knew the dark thoughts that would be roused at the sight of our hand size difference. I knew what I would be thinking for the next two hours. I knew that if I avoided putting my hand right next to him I’ll be fine.

“Hey can you put this last cupcake, I’ll just run the empty boxes down to the bin on the side of the house,” Spencer explained innocently.

OH. MY. SEX KARMA. HOW COULD YOU!

“Ofcourse,” I said, smiling. 

Gulping in a ball of air my cold fingertips of my right hand grabbed the cupcake, only for it to be so damn weak from touching his fingertip that I dropped it.

Jerking forward I grabbed the bottom of the cupcake with both hands whilst Spencer’s hand came underneath both my hands. His hands were warm and massive. It took One and a Half of my hands to make One of his hands completely. 

“Sorry” I whispered meekly as I turned away from him to begin my cursed thoughts of clumsiness and size kink.

Imagine being clumsy and he uses his huge hands to stabilise you. His hands provide warmth but as he inches closer, closer to the edge of your backless dress the warmth I felt is replaced with exciting goosebumps. 

Where would his hand stop?

Would they leave big red imprints on my ass?

Would he bend me over and stand behind me? As one of his hands fingers my pussy and the other holds my hand above me?

I guess now at least I have something to keep my mind busy with so I’m not severely socially awkward.

Hopefully nothing gets in my mind during this time.

My mind spoke as a small comforting smile formed.

“I can’t believe you're crushing on a man you met ten minutes ago,” Phil exclaimed in a whispered tone.

“I can’t help it. He's just so…god I don’t know he flusters me,” I spoke trying to make sense of what is happening to me and what I was feeling towards the man known as Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Y/N don’t bring in your whoreness into this circle. These people matter to me,” He spoke sincerely.

“I promise I won’t do anything for you to be ashamed of me,” I said genuinely. 

“Thank you, I love you, you know,” He said while hugging me. 

“I know I love you too Phil,” I said, hugging him back.

Phil and I were close in the sense we shared our losses with each other and celebrated our victories together. I did it because I didn't have anyone. He did it because he didn't have anyone either.

Saying I love you was rare but common in our relationship, in a platonic sense it was always said and implied. We never had romantic feelings for each other that much we knew well enough.

Smiling, I stepped back to the sound of coughing from Phils hug.

“Phil, hey,” Spoke Spencer awkwardly

A/N: First of all yes this takes place after season 14 and has minor adjustment. No spoiler regarding Season 14 or 15.

Chapter 5 is here

Taglist: @hopelessromantichopefulthinking @lovemesickly @awesomeness1679

[joyboyish]

(me projecting onto luffy)

above all things, luffy loves.

he loves his crew

he loves aquatic animals, frogs, and bugs (especially beetles)

he loves sabo and ace

he loves being a pirate

luffy loves lots of things

but luffy has never been in love

the whole predicament started after leaving wano, when he saw nami reading a book. nami says it was about two women, one was a princess and the other was her knight, they fell in love but they couldnt date because they came from different backgrounds, and the princess was already engaged to a cruel prince from a far off country, where her knight wont be able to protect her.

"i dont get it" luffy says "why cant they love each other? if someone told me i cant love you id punch them"

to say namis jaw was on the floor was the understatement of the century

"luffy this is a different kind of love. " she starts "its like the love me and vivi have, i love her romantically.. we kiss each other and hold hands you know?"

"but i hold your hand when we go shopping on islands so i dont start trouble and i kiss everyone on the forehead after robin reads me and chopper bedtime stories"

nami sighs "luffy do you know the difference between platonic and romantic love?"

luffy thinks for a bit "i know that there is a difference, i just dont know what it is i guess.. i know nami and vivi have a different kinda relationship cuz nami told me but i dont know why its different."

nami sighs, remembering his reaction to finding out about her and vivis relationship "maybe you should ask someone else, i dont even know how to start explaining"

----

luffy decides to go to robin. robin is wise and knows lotsa things. she'll know how to respond!

robin does not know how to respond.

"captain-san... have you ever been in love?" the archeologist asks

"nah" luffy giggles "sounds boring, i'd rather go on adventures shishishi"

robin takes a moment to consider this. luffy has always been a little dense romantically, there have been times where hes nearly walked in on intimate moments of the residents of various islands after they've saved them. he obviously knows what sex is considering how he laughs every time he hears the word but she's never heard him talk about wanting to have it. robin doesnt think she can even imagine luffy in a situation or a person hed want to even have sex with.. who could luffy even ask? jinbe would blush so hard he'd turn purple, brooks jaw might fall off, chopper is a reindeer, and franky might malfunction

"captain-san.. you should try asking cook-san, he talks about love frequently and may be better suited to answer this question" robin smiles

"shishishi youre so smart robin!"

------

"sanji you've been staring at him for 5 minutes!" usopp sighed

"yeah sanji! and youre going to burn dinner!"

this seemed to snap him out of his little trance and get back to cooking

"so uh.. luffy what makes you ask that question" sanji manages to get out

luffy shrugs "forgot"

"w-well luffy! if you want to know what its like to fall in love maybe we should look at some past experiences!" usopp smiles "like... who was your first crush?"

"yeah thats a good idea!" luffy says "how do i know?"

sanji chokes a bit "wh-what do you mean how do you know?!"

"its ok! its ok!" usopp states "how about who youre attracted to? what gender do you see yourself settling down with"

"yeah, are you into girls, boys, both, other... the list goes on really" sanji says, deciding not to think too hard about luffys obliviousness

"i dont want to settle down! i want to go on adventures forever!" luffy declares

"well.. then who do you want to go on adventures with together? you can only pick one person!"

"hmm... i dont know usopp... i cant choose just one of you!! i love you all equally!"

"well... who do you want to be intimate with? like cuddling, kissing, sex and other things"

"i already cuddle with you guys on our sleep overs though? and i already told nami i kiss everyone on the forehead before bed!" luffy sighs "i dont get it!"

"thats ok! maybe youre just aroace" usopp says, stealing a bite of whatever sanji is cooking

"hey yeah, how havent we thought of that sooner?" sanji wonders, smacking usopps hand away

"huh? whats that?"

"just means youre not interested in being in a sexual or romantic relationship. nothin too strange"

"oh."

"oh?"

"i'll think about it" luffy says quietly

"yeah well while youre thinking about it go call zoro for dinner, he usually takes the longest" sanji huffs

"okay.."

----

after climbing up to the crows nest to get zoro luffy knocks on the door

"hey zoro?"

"hm?" zoro says, opening his eye

"sanji says its almost time for dinner"

"whats wrong? usually youre excited for dinner"

"its nothin... i was asking 'round to find out what its like to be in love and usopp and sanji says i could be aroace or somethin.. said i might not have any of it or whatever. said i could just be one and be aro or ace... i cant be ace! ace is ace! i just wanted to find out what bein in love was like.. i dont wanna be alone while everyone else finds someone and leaves the crew..."

zoro laughs. he laughs hard.

"h-hey dont laugh at me! this is a big deal! i cant be pirate king without a crew!"

"sorry- sorry!" zoro breathes "i dont think you have to be too worried though"

"well i think i do!"

"hmm.. since nami started dating vivi has she loved you any less?" zoro asks

"well- no.. but-"

"you see? nami isnt going to leave ya just because shes dating vivi. she loves you the same, she just loves vivi differently"

"oh..."

"dont worry about it luffy.. even if everyone gets married they'll stay. and even if they dont i will. i will until the day one of us dies" zoro smiles at his best friend, letting him know hes intentions are genuine

"shishishishi zoro isnt as stupid as i thought"

"hu-? hey what?!"

"shishishi last one to dinner is a rotten egg!"

"hey thats cheating!"

[b0rtney]

Hi hello

Please please please please please

Tell me more about your X-men and Matilda crossover I BEG OF YOU

first of all i love u so much for asking. forehead kisses for u.

so. inception of this was i was watching matilda and was like "she's literally just a mutant. she has a mutation. because she's a mutant" and then spiralled for abt 32 seconds and then floated to the back of my brain as Accepted Canon.

general plot idea (plot bunny free to good home) is that the whole movie of Matilda happens, right? roll credits. post credits scene: magneto and prof x* show up and r like "that kid is a mutant in a weird little gap in custody" and bc magneto is Like That hes like "we shall take the child by force so she doesnt grow up alone :)" (he sees no issue with this)

but ofc miss honey is like "????? wtf go home homos???" (she is also gay, more on this later) bc she loves matilda!! thats her little guy!!! she JUST got her from the -pound- shitty home situation!!! besides these guys are suspicious as FUCK (telepath who has been making weird middle-distance stares while he talks to his bf in his head and a guy with a fucking purple cape in broad daylight)!!! she says, firmly, "no go fuck urselves"

(matilda also says, firmly, "no go fuck urselves" bc she knows abt stranger danger)

but erik lensherr magnetois still Like That so hes like "no :))) we insist :))))))" but prof x is like "ok alright then lemme deescalate this. how does a tour of our prestigious school's lovely campus sound? :) we cater to gifted students :) matilda would fit right in :)"

and miss honey is like "its much less threatening when ur smile only has one mouth yea sure lets go see the school :)"

(matilda is very much Feeling Charles Enter Her Brain, and is trying to both a. get him to stop that and b. do it back at him)

so they go to school. this is 1993, meaning most of the OG X-men are young adults starting to become a team/take on missions/etc. key point: im going with a rough approximation of canon and make the characters whatever age i fucking feel like. so scott summers is around matilda's age and his dad/older brother(undecided, canon iffy), alex summers is around miss honey's age (for the parallels!!) at your suggestion, storm will be a young adult gay as fuck w miss honey (homophobia toggled false for this universe bc i dont feel like it). wolverine will be wolverine age (i will be fucking with canon so he can be at this party). jean gray will be sane. etc.

and uhhhhh everyone is gay and matilda will save a us politician of my choosing from slaughter bc the blood would scare her new friend scott but will then lock this man in his head so detrimentally and permanently that charles xavier gives her a pat on the back and a candied orange peel.

and miss honey gets to (say) fuck.

*u may be wondering why notorious rivals charles 'prof x' xavier and erik 'magneto' lensherr are showing up to get matilda together. i could give u such a long answer but the short answer is willful denial and the end credits scene of dark pheonix

[curlyfryjack]

Just Couldn’t Resist.

You and Zach were just cuddling on the hotel bed. Zach was just flipping through the channels with a bored expression on his face.

Zach gave you his phone to play on as yours charged. You were just scrolling through Instagram, when Zach got up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" You asked missing his warm body up against yours. Zach smirked "I'm just going to take a shower" he kissed you on your forehead and walked into the bathroom.

After a few minutes you decided you were bored with Instagram, so you got on Snapchat. He had over a thousand messages, all kinds of red, blue, and purple snaps.

Being the curious girlfriend you are. You looked through some red ones. Most were just fan girls saying that they loved him. You were about to put up his phone until this one girls Snapchat name stood out from the rest.

You even checked his best friends list and she was on it. So you opened her snaps. Your skin started to boil, she had sent him half naked body pics saying 'Your girlfriend can't satisfy you as much as I can' first thing that came to mind was 'who the fuck is she and what have Zach and her been talking about'

'Cause it seemed like they left off on something. Zach opened the bathroom door which snapped you out of your thoughts... Every bit of anger came out of you.

"Zach.. WHAT THE FUCK!!" You got up and threw his phone on the bed. Zach of course was confused by your sudden burst of anger he tried to come close to you.

"Y/n... Baby, whats wrong?" He said as he reached for you "No! D-dont touch me.." Your eyes started to fill up with tears. You tried to blink them away but they just rolled down your face.

"Talk to me what did I do??" He said with concerning eyes. "Who is that girl on your Snapchat? Why is she sending you pics? And why do you continue to tell me sweet little nothings and that you love me if you send pics back and forth with her!?"

"I dont understand it Zach!" He didn't say anything. "Am I not good enough? Is she right do I not satisfy you at all?"

"B-baby, of course you are good enough! I love you, with every bit of my heart. Yes you satisfy me every single day!"

"Zach don't lie to me! If I satisfy you then why have you been sending back to her!?" Zach didnt say anything but look at the ground.

To you he had just said everything and anything he ever needed to say. You gathered your things, packing them all up without making eye contact or speaking a single word to him.

Last thing you grabbed was your phone. This time you looked at him right before going out the door. Barely meeting his eyes. You didnt know what was real in your relationship or not.

"We are obviously over.... B-but I just wanna know. Why did you send back and why did you have to lead me on?"

"Y/n please don't break up with me. I love you I really do." "She-" he gestured to his phone on the bed. "She doesnt mean anything to me. I swear baby you have to believe me"

In disbelief you shook your head and turned away from him.

[foxolotlfreak]

chapters/pages 1-2 prophecies rebel (without beta reader, will add that one later)

I ended up in another dimension, heres how it went

(Will add updates if the future)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ride atop my Miraidon, Miri, late night rides are one of Miri's favorite things.   Miri loudly chirped as her left leg locked up. “Miri, you ok? Let’s make a stop here for a bit” I  said with a sense of urgency knowing Miri was still recovering from an injury on that leg. We stopped on the side of the path so I could check on her leg, and she sat down in the small patch of grass so I could look at her leg. “ it seems all good Miri, just a normal lock up” I said somewhat relieved that nothing too serious was wrong. Miri made a sound kinda like a sneeze and she shot out a burst of purple-ish mist from her mouth, but the mist did not dissipate instead it swirled around in front of us as we watched in awe. It soon spun into an almost portal-like shape, similar to the time travel portal Professor Turo left in. I felt as if I had a sort of pull, not a physical one but a mental force, a sort of curiosity I guess… I looked at Miri and it seemed as if she was waiting for my word to run headfirst into it, so I nodded at her and we walked into the misty portal and ended up on top of a large building surrounded by a city of lights and sound, after looking around we notest that there was another person on the roof, they had their legs hanging off the ledge of the building i said hello, stupid I know. The kid jumped at the sound of another person and oddly yelled “NOT AGAIN”

I told him that I just wanted to know where I was, he was still worried as he told me I was in a place called “Ninjago City”, a place i can bet I will come to know very well. He turned around as i walled closer and i saw that he had small horns coming out of his forehead like a dragon. He saw the portal behind us and then he saw miri. He was confused to put it lightly and hid his face again once he realized i had seen it. I came to sit down next to him and look at out at the city, i then asked him “soooooo, why are you up here?” he responded “im hiding”. I was worried he was a criminal for a second until he keeped explaining “im hiding from my friends, im scared they will kick me out of the group if they see what happened to me”  i stared at him for probable 10 seconds and he apoligiezed for saying that. “Well what happened to you?” i asked “ uhmm” he responded. I felt sorry for the kid and let him vent for a bit, i dont remember everything he said but here are some bits and pieces 

“ my dad is an oni, like a demon type thing idk”  “i lost out on my childhood because im the green ninja” when i got confused he elaborated with “the green ninja is like the chosen one, you dont get out much do you?” and my personal favorite “oh and i almost die every year or so”.

We got to chatting after that and he asked where i was from, i said “paldea” he said “wheres that?”  and we eventually realized im from a different dimension. I invited him to come to my place because “his friends wouldnt find him there” and so i snuck him inand gave him one of my hoodies that where to small for me, it covered his horns and made him almost unrecognisable. He told me a bit more about his life after getting settled and I told him that I would be sending him back the next day. 

“No, nope, no thank you” was his response, which didn’t surprise me that much. His attitude changed when I told him I would go with however, although still hesitant he agreed to go home if I came with. 

“So… your a oni, no wait part oni, making you a Demi god in a way?” Was one of my first actual questions, I kinda dreaded the answer, given my bad experiences with other demigods, and when he sheepishly nodded yes I think he also noticed my anxiety rise

page 2

So, tldr this wierd book showed up and now I’m in a place from children’s stories? Also I’ll talk more about how last night went and the end

Ok so, Lloyd and Miri are currently over at penny’s dorm room trying to replicate that portal, I heard an explosion earlier so I don’t think this is gonna go well.

“What the fuzz” was my first thought when I saw the book materialize out of thin air, as anyone would think, and when it opened to a page that said and I quote “read this for free cheese” if translated from my native tongue of lathio (the name translates to “word of the gods” stupid right) it had these odd paintings of portals and stuff, but im curious so I read the interesting stuff below one of the portals.

“Magti lent metio” is a common phrase in lathio meaning “lost in time” or rare/ ancient, which is the only way I can describe this book, it’s falling apart and the other pages are barely legible. The book talks about a place called “the in between” which is a children’s story to make kids less upset about death, but it does have an incantation at the bottom that I’m gonna try for the LOL’S.

“The waves crash on the soul” was all I said before the dreadful feeling of my powers resurfacing washed over me, even with the worry of her being able to track me now I wanted to continue, and so I did.

“Let the void speak to you, for if you do they will let you in” was the last line of the incantation I was able to speak before a black swirl formed over the book. Being the idiot I am I went in there and well… it’s crazy but I saw so many different kinds of people. I saw people that looked straight out of a old painting and others that weren’t even human, I was told not to talk about it because everyone who read or heard about it would think I’m lying but idc. So this one kid, if you can call him that, named ace was the first person to come up to me, he is from dimension 779 or “the bubble”, he told me about how his species evolved after humans set off a nuclear winter. After that he introduced me to his friends in the void, a troll named axle, tox a Komodo dragon mutant and her sister dew the gecko, and these nice girls named prism and bean. We didn’t get to talk to much before I left to check on Lloyd and miri (Miri has separation anxiety and I don’t need her having a panic attack) I did over hear tox talking about her ex, who from what I heard is a dummy.

Back to last night, Lloyd passed out almost immediately after laying down, I let him have my bed for the night because he looked like he needed it. 

I cooked breakfast in the morning and then introduced him to penny, who almost had a heart attack learning that her theory was correct, and they got to work. Then what you just read about happened a few hours ago, only  one hour after I dropped off lloyd.

From Celeste: nothing else has happened other than penny hooking me up to this site and telling me it uploads throughout the dimensions so if any of my void friends are reading this HIIIII! Also I think time is faster here than most other dimensions so if I upload and only a day has passed where your reading from but a week has passed here, that’s why

[prttydolls]

HELLO !!

Could pls do a smut (you dont have to dont worry) abt sub!draco x dom!reader where they're asleep while cockwarming but then draco had a wet dream and got all whiny so he starts thrusting but doesnt rlly know since he is asleep and then just start sucking readers boobas and then..you can figure out the rest

Thus just came to me last night cuz i couldnt sleep and it was like 3 am😭

THANK YOU !! Again you dont have to make it if u dont want to :]]

wet dreams (draco malfoy)

a/n ➪ I can't write smut so here's my go on it.

warnings ➪ shitty smut,???? Idk just smut

Pairing ➪ sub!draco malfoy x dom!reader

“good night darling, I love you” (yn) said lovingly to her naked boyfriend,  “good night.. I love you more.” he chuckled and kissed her forehead, “now let's just stay like this until tommorow..” She giggled right after she kissed him back.

Draco slowly drifted to the land of dreams whilst his girlfriend soundlessly slept with her cunt warming his dick, she unconsciously moved up and down which made draco koan before he slept.

Draco woke up, to a sight of (yn) being in a lacy lingerie her nipples were visible through the lacy fabric. His girlfriend biting her lip, and she kept smirking at him.

“come here baby boy, sit beside mommy.” she patted a spot next to her ethereal body, draco nodded vigorously and sat down next to her, “you've been such a good boy cutie, you deserve a reward.” she said imitating a baby like voice, while grabbing his cheeks and squishing it.

She starts to place her soft plump lips onto his chest kissing every scar he had, and admiring his chest and body until she got near to his sex part.

She looks at it as if it was the most gorgeous thing a girl could ever lay her eyes on, she slowly looks at him and starts teasing him blowing his tip and placing kisses onto the tip, pre-cum slowly coming out of the tip.

She sucked him eagerly making him moan loudly at the sudden action, her nose hitting the base of his dick.

He felt like he was on cloud nine, she looked so pretty sucking his dick. He grabbed her hair gathering it all up on his fist and starts forcing her onto his dick. She moaned, which sent vibrations to dracos body. “f-fuck mommy.. I nedda cum! C-can I cum?” he mewled.

“y-yes... Cum in mommy's mouth dray..” She moaned around him, with her permission he came around her mouth, every inch inside her mouth was covered with his cum.

She smirked at the boy and swallowed the cum inside her mouth, she showed her now empty mouth to draco.

“thank you m-mommy..” he said with a exhausted, but also satisfied tone.

Outside of his dream, he was thrusting his member onto her core repeatedly, he woke up with beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead.

He was horny, very horny now.

He took a look at the naked girl beside him, he looked so hungry whilst staring at her tits. He couldn't help but place his lips onto her nipples and sucking it softly like a baby.

Painting blue, purple hues onto her chest.

(Yn) slightly moved, and woke up to see her boyfriend sucking her tits she moaned at the sight of him kissing her chest.

“what are you doing baby?” she asked seductively, “n-nothing mommy..” he murmured, he stopped what he was doing and looked ashamed.

“well, go on. Finish what you were doing.” she demanded at the pale boy, "Y-yes! Ofcourse mommy!” draco replied eagerly lacing his mouth back onto her breasts

Draco never thought that he was the one who would please a woman, but what can you say? a malfoy bows before no one but his wife.

taglist ➪ @dracoslittleangel @imabee-oralizard @f4iryluvy @lilytoyourjames @siriusblackstwin @thehalfbloodedwitch @grandnerdsharkduck @bigpoppajes @blackthunder137

a/n ➪ enjoy this abomination... I wanna delete this lol.also not proof read idc anymore why is it so hard to write smut cry

[multifandomqueen2002]

Can i request a scenario for each of the tmnt boys on what they would do if their s/o is wearing a very fanservice-y outfit? Like a bunny costume, a nurse, a maid, ect?? Thank you :)))

Of course! Here you gooooo!

Warnings: 18+, SMUT IMPLIED, swearing.

Pairings: Turtles x F/reader

Leonardo:

It was 21:24 pm, you and your roommate April are busy getting ready to go out to a party. You dont enjoy parties very much but it was a Halloween party, so why not. You were in the bathroom fixing your hair, and April walks in to fix her lipstick. She and Casey obviously chose to be Daphne and Fred for Halloween.

Leo isn't very into costumes, so you have decided to be a maid and see how he will react, since he loves cleaning and being tidy. You on the other hand, were not the tidiest person in the world. He didnt mind. He loved you regardless. To be honest, he enjoyed organizing your stuff, it takes a little off his mind from time to time.

Anyhow, you both were done and it was time to get Casey at the lair and then go to the party. The boys decided to play some poker today, before the party.

"You ready?" April asks. "Of course" you reply grabbing your black sling bag. It is not the best to climb down in the sewers with a white maid dress but oh well. As you approach the the front gate you hear the boys laughing and Vern trying to defend himself for some reason.

"Guys, I just went easy on you. I told you, I'm the king of poker" Vern states defensively. "More like the king of bullshittin" Raph chuckles. "Bro, Donnie beat you with his eyes shut" Mikey intervenes. "Ok but in my defense, Donnie should be banned from boardgames since he always wins" Vern mumbles.

Master Splinter opens the gate for you two and you walk inside. "Hayyy, its my favorite boys!" You state. You and April walk up to the table as she kisses Casey's forehead.

You wrap your arms around Leo and kiss his cheek. "Bro, you have a little something on your forehead" Mikey points to Caseys lipstick stain on his forehead. You hand Casey a babywipe from your bag. Its very convenient to carry around babywipes.

"Blossom, can I speak with you for a minute?" Leo asks, those words always gives you anxiety. "Of course" he grabs your wrist and leads you to his room.

First person POV

As I sit down on his bed, completely unaware of what he would like to talk about, he shuts the door and towers over me. "Out of all the outfits, why this one?" He asks as he caresses my cheek slowly with his fingertips. "I dont know, it seemed sexy" I reply "Oh, it is blossom"

"I was hoping you"d like it" I smirk. "I love it for all the wrong reasons my love" He leans down and softly kisses my neck. "Lee, they're gonna hear us if we do this now" I giggle. "Who cares" he smirks.

Well, lets just say your were pretty late for that party.

Raphael

First person POV

Since moving in with the turtles, this was our first Halloween together. Mikey and Donnie thought it would be fun to have a party at the lair, with just the boys, Vern, Casey and of course April. Master Splinter was on vacation for a week so, why not?

I dont know why I chose Joker, maybe since Raphie is such a batman fanatic. You could have been Harley or Catwomen, but no youre Joker.

He doesnt know yet. I even went as far as toe dye my actual hair purple. Why? Because of the commitment to this costume. I already know I look badass. I added some fake tattoos that I thought looked the best. I put it basically every where. On my face, my hands, under my breasts, even on my ass.

Whos gonna see it? You might wonder. That big bear of mine. Trust me, I hope he'll be ripping this off tonight. I put on my fishnets, my weirdly cut jean. A green sports bra and tied my hair up.

I cleaned the green dye of the shower walls. Once that was done I walked out of the room while texting April, so i didnt really look where I was going.

You - April

What you wearing bish? :P

Image sent:

Lmaoo, Dumbledore???

Yep, nailing this slutty outfit ;3

I giggle as I walk into something very hard and fall on my ass. I look up to see a pink painted shell. Mikey turns around. "Ahhh sick! Your outfit is dope! Sorry about that angel cakes" he extends a hand to help me up.

"Its ok, I should really not text and walk" i smile. "Wheres teddie bear?"

"Getting some bench presses done" he says

"Thanks Mikey" I walk over to the upper pipe where raph is and look up. "Teddy? Come down please" I call him. His grunts can be heard as he puts the bar down and he jumps down. As he walks to me towel in hand, he eyes me up and down. "Like what you see?" I smirk. "Oh yea, fuckin lookin like a snack right here" he grabs me my ass and pulls me in for a kiss. "LEO! They're doing it again!" Mikey yells. Donnie smacks him upside his head and continues to make his coffee.

I pull away from him, "Not now Raphie, we got some partying to do" I kiss his cheek. He growls "Fucking tease"

This was gonna be one fun night.

DONNIE

First person POV

A bloody nurse, oh yea, this was gonna get Don weak at the knees. I decided to straighten my hair, and apply some makeup. Its probably just going to get ruined anyway. There was no occasion for me to dress up. I just thought that it would be fun to dress up as a slutty nurse this Halloween. Since Donnie loves roleplaying. Im not going to lie. I love it when this man roleplays with me. Its gets me over the edge every time.

Mikey was busy mixing drinks since it was still Halloween and a time to celebrate. I asked him nicely for a gummybear cocktail. He is more than happy to make it for me, what a sweetie pie. Anyway, I was finishing up my costume. As I finished I walk over to the kitchen. "Here you go, one gummybear cocktail for the slutty nurse" Mikey smirks. "Fuck off, and thank you" i giggle. I sit next to Raph and we start talking.

"Someone wants Donnie to get a heart attack" Raph chuckles. I take a sip of my cocktail. "What, why do you say that" I giggle again, confused.

"Aight, ya dress up as a slutty nurse, very sexy by the way" I roll my eyes with a smile as he continues "and now instead of staying close to Donnie, you sit here and talk to his brothers"

"Thats never a problem, why would it be now?" I take another sip after asking. "Y/N, let me tell ya this. Us turtles, are very" he stops thinking about what to say "how can I put this, territorial over their women"

I start blushing, "Oh ok, I hear you"

I hear fidgeting and footsteps next to me. I look up, Donnie and my eyes meet. He stares for a good 3 minutes. "Donnie, baby, you ok?" I ask.

He nods his head and walks up to me. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I start laughing and he walks away with me. "I told ya!" Raph yells.

Donnie takes me to the lab and puts me on a cold metal table. He walks back to lock the door. "My turtle dove, what were you thinking?" He asks "walking infront of other men like that, I think you need to be punished" he smirks and walks back to me. "Im sorry, i didnt know it would be a problem" i smirk. "Youre so naughty. Turn around and bend forward" i do as im told. I hear his belt unbuckeling. "Time for punishment you little slut"

Mikey definitely turned up the speaker after that.

Michaelangelo

First person POV

It was finally Halloween and I was trying to put on my bunny suit. It has a zip in the back, and I cant reach it all the way. You know what this means, it means I have to put on one of Mikeys hoodies that he left at my place, and head for the lair since April was busy with Casey. You know, some 'before we go fun times' as Casey calls it.

So after I pulled the hoodie on, I took my bag with my stuff in, and left. I took the fire escape down to the Alley. I sprinted to the manhole, got down, and made my way to the lair.

Arriving at the front gate I heard music blasting and saw multicolored led lights. They were already partying. Leo sees me and walks to me to open the gate. "Hey, wheres your costume?" He asks

"Under the hoodie, Im struggling to get the zipper up" I smiled sheepishly.

He chuckles "Turn around, Ill help"

I turn around and take off the hoodie. "Its better to ask me or Donnie. Mikey and Raph just wont have enough patience and will break it" he smiles pulling the zip up. "Thanks Lee, youre the best" i smile and throw the hoodie over my arm after folding it in half.

"What are you supposed to be?" He asks confused. I look at him offended, just to realize i didnt put my ears on my head. I giggle and take the ears out my bag. "A bunny" I state as I put it on. "Ah, well you look beautiful" I blush and thank him. I walk over to Raph and Mikey playing beer pong. "Hey baby" I greet my turtle as he watches Raph miss a red cup.

"Angelcakes! You look amazing!" He loses his breath as his mind runs wild. "Thanks big boy" I hold him close. In one swift move he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He runs to his room as I giggle and hold on for dear life.

"HAY!" Raph yells "Where ya goin numbnuts?"

Mikey turns and looks at looks at his brother. "Bro, did you see this fine meal?" Mikey asks "I win for sure" Mikey states as he runs to his room again.

What a night.

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Hay Guys! Its my first time writing in a long while! I hope you guys liked it. Dont be afraid to ask for matchups, or scenarios or anything. Love yall!! ❤❤❤

[jenojaemssss]

nct dream as your boyfriend

nct dream x gn!reader

fluffy boyfriend!nct dream headcanons because it's 2 am and i'm all up in my head <3 also because i have no motivation to work on dont need it and am holding it off as much as i possibly can before finalizing it <3

lee mark

just the softest boy

we already know he really enjoys playing the guitar

so i feel like he’s the type to wake up at like 3 in the morning with a melody in mind

like he wakes up in cold sweat because he has such a good idea and he CANNOT forget it

he’d record a snippet of it and send it to you after he perfects it

but this is rare because he’d rather hear your reaction

mark isn’t the type to facetime; he’d rather just call you or just come over to see you in person

so a lot of the time you’d get an incoming phone call

at 3 in the morning

because he forgets the time when he’s immersed in his craft

and because it’s a phone call, he can’t see you squinting at your phone

but you’d try your best to not make it obvious that you were already asleep

and then he’d go on and on about how he was in the middle of writing something and thought about you

his voice literally just wakes you up because he’s so excited over his creation

“ready to hear it?”

and after playing it for you he’d have the widest, goofiest smile on his face

he’d be so proud of yourself after you give him a personal round of applause

but his grin doesn’t stay on for long because there’d be banging on his wall from his housemates telling him to shut up

this happened so often that they don’t even have to say anything, just forcefully tap their wall and he’d get the hint

usually then, he’d finally realize how late-or technically, early- it was getting

“ah shit, fuck were you sleeping when i called?”

and you’d just chuckle because he’s so damn cute

and then you’d remind him how much you love and enjoy his hobby

and how it makes you happy getting to listen to him play his guitar

“you do know you don’t have to pick up, right?”

but you’d just smile even wider and he could hear it over the phone and he’d smile too

your smile is so endearing to him

and when he was the reason you’re smiling, it sends him through the clouds

because how could HE be the cause of such a beautiful smile

“hey, baby?”

“yeah, mark?”

“i love you.”

and you’d giggle so hard because he still gives you butterflies

“i love you, too, mageolli.”

“bro, did hyuck teach you that?” he squeaks

another bang on his wall makes him jump and he ends up whispering to you for about another hour

huang renjun

this man loves to read, so whenever he’s reading a book he really likes, he’d annotate it with the intentions of giving it to you

sometimes he’d highlight funny things and write little notes like “this made me laugh and i thought you’d like it too”

so fucking endearing let me tell you

and when he comes across romantic lines, he’d highlight them in pink and write little notes on how it reminded him of you

when he’s done with the book and gives it to you, you’d find cute little highlighted portions with notes and messages directed for you

sometimes, he’d write you cute little messages on the inside cover, kind of like an introduction to his annotations

he’d also write a mini introduction to the content of the book, but in his own cute way

“i found this book really funny (those funny scenes are highlighted in yellow) and there were a lot of scenes where the interactions between the two main characters reminded me of you and i, so those are highlighted in purple”

and a bunch of other notes related to his annotations

the back cover has a mini summary and all his personal thoughts after finishing the book

“could they BE anymore stupid? he should have confessed to her when…” and many more angry-renjun reactions

there was one time he was reading pride and prejudice and came across this line

“in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.”

he was about to pull out his highlighter and smear the bright pink across it but pauses

and then he just slams the book closed because he remembers how much of an asshole mr. darcy was in this book

and how much he hated pride and prejudice

he was only reading it again because you asked him to read it with you

the two of you often picked out your favorite books and had the other one read it and discuss it with each other after you both finished

kind of like a personal book club

this time around you picked this wretched book and he was not having it

but then you pulled out the puppy eyes

he gagged in front of you and asked that if he’d read it with you, you wouldn’t pull that shit again

internally he loved it, he just doesn’t like showing it physically

anyways, after slamming the book shut he stood up from the couch but was so pissed off with the fucking book that he called you

“babe, why is lizzy so fucking idiotic?”

you’re just as confused as he is, but for a totally different reason

“i know we’re supposed to discuss when we’re finished but i just cannot read this book anymore.”

lee jeno

the type of boyfriend that has a really hard time expressing his feelings in words

so he’d show it in his actions instead

his love language is most likely physical touch

but at the same time he seems like the type to not enjoy too much physical affection in public

yet he still needs to be touching you: always

just small gestures to keep in physical contact with you

it reassures him that you’re still there

in public, he’d make an effort to hold pinkies

like he’d interlock them when you’re walking around the grocery store or just when you go on walks together

oh yeah, jeno really likes walks

like when the two of you are having a really rough day or when you’re both just not in the best mood, he’d ask to go on walks to clear your minds

it’s his way of telling you that he’s there for you

on the rough days, instead of holding your pinky, he’d intertwine your hands instead

and when you guys argue over things and he doesn’t know what to say, he’d leave the room for a bit so that you don’t say things you don’t really mean to each other

jeno is a good man, he was raised right

so he KNOWS when he’s at fault

and when he realizes what he’s done and takes all the things you say into consideration, you’d hear the sink running or the vacuum turn on

he’d clean your apartment for you as an apology

back to the physical touch aspect of him

rare *public* back hugs here and there but only around people he’s comfortable with

but when you’re alone??

he would literally CLING onto you, personal bubble does not exist to this man

wraps his arms around your waist when you cook or do the dishes, playing footsies when you eat, all of that

sometimes when you’re both on the couch doing work on separate laptops he’d make it a literal mission to be in physical contact with you

like even if it interferes with his work, he’s gotta be touching you

he’d have one leg thrown over your torso if your hands are too busy with something

it’s really endearing because if you moved at all, like even just a little and he wasn’t able to have a part of his body on yours, he’d start pouting

he’d reach his arms or legs out in a grabbing motion and not say anything

and then you’d have to reposition yourself so that the two of you would be able to work and he still be able to touch you

and his smiles, the fucking smiles when he gets to hold your hand after you guys finish working on whatever you needed to work on

his cuddles are top tier too, and he’d make sure you guys get at least 30 minutes of cuddles a day

lee donghyuck

the whiniest, most annoying (but adorable) boyfriend ever

like jeno, he needs to be in physical contact with you, but instead of quietly pouting or reaching for you, he’d YELL

“y/n! hold my hand!”

“but i’m typing-”

“babe, hold my hand!!!!” *intense pouting*

he normally drops it when he knows you’re actually busy, but when he knows you’re just watching a movie or something, he keeps pestering you until you hold his hand

and when you do, he takes the opportunity to POUNCE on you like he just deadass lays on top of you

and you let him because it’s actually really comforting having his weight on top of you

NOSE KISSES!!!!!! lots of those

and forehead pecks

it goes both ways, though, because he likes receiving those too!!!!! fairness!!!!!

he’s the type to play tricks on you, but never takes it too far because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way

and he spoils you a lot

like not with materialistic things (though sometimes he does) but more with arguments and when it comes to picking what to do/eat for the day

he’s the type to always think before his actions, yet when he’s around you, all logic is thrown to the side

“you wanna go bungee jumping? bet!” (even though he’s afraid of heights)

he gets two of everything when he goes to the store; one for him and one for you

and when you first started dating, you got a bit shy because of this due to the fact that he’s spending extra on you

you felt bad he was spending extra money so whenever you were buying things, you followed his habit and do the same thing

and for the first couple months he’d say that it’s fine and everything but when you both got really comfortable around each other, he’d be really witty with his comebacks

“no, i don’t wanna share with you” or “pay me back then”

sometimes the casual, “no, you’re gonna eat all of it and leave me nothing”

soon enough, the two of you fell into the habit of buying two of everything wherever you went (besides the things that you both know the other person hates)

also, when you first started dating, a lot of it was just casually hanging out at a park or walking around a random neighborhood and getting food nearby

street food you can take on the go >>>> food from fancy restaurants

and also, when you first started getting snacks for each other and he didn’t know what you liked, he got one of everything

like for example, the first time you guys had a movie night at your place, he went to the store but didn’t know what brand of chips you preferred so he bought both kinds

(he learned that day what your favorite snacks and brands were and he remembered it forever)

na jaemin

HUGS!

jaemin is the king of hugs, like no one, absolutely NO ONE can beat him when it comes to hugs

they’re always so warm and he always knows whenever you need one

he’s kind of like a battery pack, so whenever you hug him, you feel recharged and energized

because all his hugs are full of love and you can literally feel it radiating off of him

“jaems, i need-”

you can’t even finish your sentence because he’s already engulfing you

“i know, baby”

sometimes you’d tease him and say things like, “i was gonna ask for some water” or some shit like that and he’d get all pouty

and when he’s about to let go, you just pull him into you more

so obviously, he’s another fan of physical affection

but unlike jeno and hyuck, he’s not quite the clingy type

he will give you your space and will not invade your personal bubble, but instead just show that he’s there by doing other things

whenever he sees that your water glass is half empty, he’d go refill it

would always ask if you wanted a snack

would feed you his food when you were busy working on your laptop

just little actions to show that he’s paying attention to you

you pick up on his habit and slowly become more tentative too

he’s also the type that shows the overprotective type of affection too

like, when it gets cold and he notices you shiver a little, he’d immediately take off his sweater/hoodie/jacket, whatever, and give it to you

or whenever your clothes seem to be bothering you, he’d offer you his shirt or pants or anything for you to feel more comfortable

he really enjoys cooking for you, so you’d have little cooking dates every once in a while where he teaches you a recipe or you teach him something

and it always either ends up in a disaster or a really appetizing success, no mediocre food in this household

the disasters are normally when you’re in charge of the cooking because you get distracted by jaemin’s crackheadery

he talks to the fucking vegetables and asks them how their day was before chopping them up, like what the fuck?

the normally tentative jaemin gets distracted because he’s making you laugh

he loves hearing you laugh, so he keeps doing what he’s doing to get to hear it more

so sometimes you forget you’re boiling something, you forget there’s something on the stove and shit starts spilling out

you’re both panicking and looking for the fire extinguisher

jaemin just ends up smacking it with whatever he’s holding and the flames go out and you both end up laughing and rolling around on the floor for the next 10 minutes

zhong chenle

can be the most evil or the most adoring boyfriend, there is no inbetween

like some days, he’d tease you to the point you ignore him while other days he’s all cuddly, snuggled up against you while hyping you up like you’re some sort of insta baddie

but a constant is that he will ALWAYS call you cute

you say something stupid? “cute.”

you CALL him stupid? “how cute!”

you drop your phone in the toilet? “cute.”

he has an obsession with that word, but it doesn’t really bother or annoy you because you really like hearing him say it

even when you guys play video games

you’re both beast at battle royale games, so you’re both constantly playing with one another

you guys normally don’t play when you see each other/ meet up because you spend that time doing other quality couple things

like bicker over what to order or where to get boba from for the day

so instead you guys normally play video games together at 3 in the morning after finishing up all your work for the day

whenever you’d knock down an enemy, you’d hear him from the other end of the phone shouting things like, “y/n that kill was so sexy!” (he picked that up from jaemin)

when you make noises after either missing or hitting your target, he’d chuckle to himself and mumble a little, “cute.”

soon enough you’re also picking up the habit and calling him cute all the damn time too

at first, he insisted that you stopped calling him cute because it was HIS line

“babe, i know i’m adorable, but stop calling me cute.”

“no.”

more bickering because he is so persistent

eventually got used to it and you two would have little squabbles over how the other is overusing it when you're BOTH doing it

not normally the type to be showing physical affection, but will cuddle when he’s sleepy

he feels safe when he’s holding you so he’s at peace and can fall asleep easily

he probably likes petting your hair when he’s the big spoon, and likes it when you pet his hair when he’s the little spoon

OMG WAIT he’s probably the type to have you lay on his lap (or vice versa) and just play with your hair (or have you play with his hair)!!!!!!!

like y’all are just chilling on the couch watching some basketball game and he just lays on your lap out of nowhere

“time for human contact!”

you’d just laugh and start combing your hand through his hair and he closes his eyes and ends up falling asleep

park jisung

the best friend type of boyfriend where the most couply thing you end up doing is going yo the zoo and feeding animals

he really likes when you guys go to the gift shop and play with the little toys they have

he’s super interested in the little things and is fascinated by everything big and small

you find that shit so cute and secretly take pictures of him staring at the miniature figures of lions

he catches on after seeing you changed your wallpaper to a picture of him holding a giraffe puppet and having it look at him

he holds your finger when you walk around so that you both don’t get lost

but his hands are really big compared to yours, so you switch to holding his finger instead and he physically melts because he thinks it looks so cute

i think your typical dates are the ones that involve a lot of walking around BECAUSE of the fact that you hold onto his finger

(jk, but like...he just thinks it’s really cute)

(so much so that it becomes a habit when you’re just hanging out)

(watching a movie? here, hold my finger. grocery shopping? here, hold it.)

you guys go to the amusement park often too

you hold onto each other’s fingers and wander around the park looking for rides that jisung can ride because he's scared of action

but you like roller coasters, and jisung always feels bad because you never ride them when you two go together

so one time, when there was one you really wanted to go on but you knew it would have scared jisung

so you decided to pass up on it because you didn’t want to leave him alone

but he was noticing how your eyes kept lingering on the coaster and he broke

“y/n, i’ll go on it with you”

and you’re shocked because you didn’t even say you wanted to go on it, like you just looked at it but he caught on

and you tried to brush it off and insisting that you could go on a ride you both liked

but he was so stern about it because he knew how much you wanted to go on it

i think he’s the type of boyfriend that normally gets over his fears when he is encouraged by his partner, and in this case, his form of encouragement was making you happy

he just likes seeing you happy in general

so internally, he’s hyping himself up while you’re cheering for him

and although he’s scared shitless, he goes through with it because he knows that this is a fear he needs to get over, so might as well get it over with while making you smile!

and so when it’s your turn to get on the ride, he gets cold feet, kinda, but you grab onto his hand, not his finger, and rub your thumb over it to reassure him that it’ll be fine

and it was honestly not that bad because he felt safe with you holding his hand the entire time

and when the ride finishes and he sees how happy you are, he thinks to himself that it was so worth it because you’re beaming

he makes a note

holding your hand > holding fingers

[actualbird]

You can’t just shove an Alice au in my head like that it’s going to be the next thing I think about for weeks- ghost

i aim to fill all yalls' brains with thoughts and concepts, MWAHAHAHA!!! anyway, ghost, sending this ask is just gonna make this worse because i must elaborate now (despite not knowing much about alice in wonderland kJBKJS)

tot alice in wonderland au where...

wc: 1.3k

...where mc is alice

once upon a time, a rose of a woman falls asleep under a tree. upon waking, she blearily sees a little white rabbit hopping around, looking at her with its bright blue eyes. enraptured, she reaches out for it only for the rabbit to stiffen in shock, to hop away. she gives chase, wanting to give it a treat as an apology for scaring it, and falls into a crack in the earth, falling and falling and falling and---

...where marius is the cheshire cat

dressed in a very fancy beautiful gorgeous purple suit, he slithers into every conversation as a plume of purple smoke, making mc cough and sneeze before he snickers, fully materializing with a wide, delighted grin.

"are you lost, miss?" he says, his teeth sharp and glinting, an odd contrast to the fluffy cat ears twitching on his head, the fluffy tail contentedly swishing back and forth behind. marius swirls back into smoke, curling around her body like before materializing once more, his body looming over her back, his head on her shoulder, his mischievous voice right at her ear "i can show you around."

"yeah, no, i dont think so," mc huffs, ignoring her warm face. she trudges forward and away from him, into the strange forest. and she tries to remember why this odd violet cat is so familiar to her. marius the cat. marius the cat..... she shakes her head. "i can find my own way back home."

"ahhhh, but what is "home", really?" marius laughs, reclining on his back and floating next to mc, moving forward with her in the air. "you know, miss, im the coolest creature around these parts. the other guys? total killjoys. really, you'll have a lot more fun if you hang out with me.

he floats towards her, his face so close to her own. with a wink, marius says, "i can show you how a real dream can feel like~"

mc is about to flick marius in the forehead but somebody else briskwalks from the trees, crashing right into marius, and---

...where artem is the white rabbit

"marius," artem grits out as he picks himself up off from the ground. when they collided, marius had simply become smoke again and artem had tripped into the dirt. artem dusts his own suit off---black with red accents, a long tailcoat behind him and, oh. oh, a little tuft of white fur, an adorable little bunny tail. mc blinks, tearing her eyes away from the tail (and also artem's uh...the general vicinity where tails are located) and looks up to the twitching, snow white, floppy ears atop his head. artem, having removed all the dirt from his clothes, turns to marius. "can you please stop floating in the middle of paths. i have a schedule, i need to be places, and when im on the way to those places i need to walk quickly and this is the 3rd time this week ive---"

"artem, honey, i keep doing it because you seem to enjoy falling for me," marius snickers, floating circles around a very flustered artem. the bunny ears are twitching a lot now, but mc is focused on something else. artem's eyes. a striking, beautiful blue.

"are you the bunny?" mc asks, catching both marius' and artem's attention. "the uh. the bunny. i think i scared you, earlier. im sorry."

"oh, uh," artem's face goes even redder. "no worries, it was. it was my fault. i shouldnt have stared at you i was just. taken aback."

"by what?"

artem looks away and mumbles his answer, too soft for mc to hear but marius hears it and overdramatically puts the back of his hand to his face.

"artem wing, the most uptight workaholic rabbit in all of wonderland, a romantic at heart!" marius announces before curling into smoke once more, circling them so they stumble closer together. he materialises between them, putting his arms over both their shoulders. "now this is a date im really interested in being a part of."

"not a date," mc mumbles.

"marius, it is quite rude to keep imposing yourself on those clearly uninterested," a voice croons from the shadows and---

...where vyn is the caterpillar (or, well, i made him a butterfly bc hes very very pretty)

"ugh, it's vyn." marius says.

"ugh, it's vyn." artem says.

"ugh, it's vyn?" mc says, looking upon the newcomer. golden eyes behind golden rimmed glasses and at his back, glittering golden wings. he steps forth from the treeline. also dressed in a suit---is there a magical tailor here????---the man smiles elegantly before taking a drag off of the long, ornate smoking pipe he's holding.

"good day, my lady," vyn bows like a prince, looking up through his silver lashes. mc is enraptured by the wings on his back, see-through and iridescent, they flutter slightly as he speaks. "i do hope these two idiots---"

"hey!" says both of the supposed idiots

"---have not spoiled your impression of wonderland," vyn says, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckle. mc cant help but blush at the action.

"okay, now whos rude?" marius hisses, the fur on his ears and tail standing on end. "you cant just waltz in here and woo somebody we were obviously already wooing"

"i was. not. wooing," artem chokes out and he has not stopped blushing since he got here. "i was simply---"

"see, look what youve done, doc!" marius whines, gesturing to artem. "youve made artem stupid!"

artem's ears go flat against his head, upset. "excuse me?"

"honestly, it is a miracle i can still live here," vyn says, his voice icy. "with you two bringing down the amount of intellect in this plane of existence, i would have expected the idiocy to kill me in my sleep."

and off they go, hurling insults at each other while mc watches. shes feeling a slight mix of annoyance and awe. shes been here for like, 10 minutes, and the three of them managed to find something to argue about.

sighing, mc steps back and leans against a tree, watching them bicker and trying to remember why all the men seem so familiar. a confident cat, a stressed workaholic, a golden eyed doctor. she cant think anymore past that because somebody from the shadows takes her hand and---

...and where luke is the mad hatter

"hello, watson," the man on top of her smiles. she was shocked from being grabbed and had pushed the other person, the both of them falling to the ground in a heap, and now there's a young man in a green top hat is smiling down at her, the expression somehow both gentle and manic. he's dressed as if he used to be wearing a suit but lost many layers, the only thing remaining being his trousers, his dress shirt, a loose bowtie, and a key hanging from his neck. "would you like to hear a riddle?"

"what kind of riddle?" mc asks breathlessly.

"or maybe a poem?" he changes his question. then he starts laughing. "or maybe what you really want is an answer?"

"i know you," she says, reaching up to touch his face. he shuts his eyes and leans into her palm, sighing happily. "i know all of you. you're---"

"i think it's time for you to wake up now, don't you think?" he says, moving closer. his body is so close to hers now that she can feel his warmth. "and in all bedtime stories, do you know what wakes up the lady?"

he doesnt wait for her answer. he simply leans down and presses his lips against hers and---

what a strange, strange dream that all was, wasnt it?

[obnoxiousgremlin]

The Proposal , Lets fall in love for the night [o.w]

A/N- The reader is 19 and Oliver is 20. He’s already been recruited to a team for quid ditch while the reader finishes their last year of hogwarts. This is a non-voldemort a/u.

Warnings- just fluff, super cute fluff.

y/n-your name

y/m/n-your middle name

y/l/n-your last name

“Can i take my blindfold off now?” you whine. It was your five-year anniversary with Oliver and he had a whole thing planned out, from the entire day down till your outfit. You hadn’t seen him all day and he left you nothing but a note in your dorm telling you to slip on the white dress and matching silver heels in the box [whatever you say the man had good taste] he left and meet him outside the common room at 5pm. Once you were ready you went and were met with Fred, who proceeded to blindfold you and take you to Oliver so you knew absolutely nothing. And that’s how you found yourself in his position, hand in hand with none other than Oliver himself blindfolded walking to god knows where. 

“Not just yet, darling.” he chuckled , carefully guiding you.

“I love you Oliver , but if I have to wear this for one minute longer we are over.” You didn’t mean it, of course you didn’t mean it but you needed that blindfold off.

He chuckled again , “Almost there love-” taking a short pause, “- okay, we’re here now.” He proceeded to take you blindfold off but not before a song started playing. “lets fall in love for tonight and forget in the morning-”  you gasped when the blindfold came off, taking in your surroundings. You were standing on the bridge where you had first kissed him, yes you because even oliver who was super confident was way too nervous to actually make a move on you. This same bridge shared all your big moments, its where he first asked you out, its where you first told him you loved him, the feeling was mutual of course. He had somehow managed to cover the gorgeous light wood railings of the tiny bridge in white fairy lights, illuminating the place. You turned around to oliver who was dressed in a white button up and black formal trousers and kissed him. You grabbed his face and kissed him. He was startled but kissed you back immediately. You broke the kiss and touched your forehead to his “This is gorgeous babe, i love it.”

He chuckled and said, “your squishing the flowers darling.”

“Oh. Shit-” you stepped back and looked down embarrassed , “-sorry.”

“Don’t be.” he handed you your favourite flowers [a/n- my favourite flowers are white roses, so that's what im basing this on but feel free to picture your own!], and kissed you again. 

He bowed down dramatically, “May I have this dance , your grace.” He said referring to Bridgerton ,the show you two had finished a week ago after which you had taken to calling each other your grace, thinking it was funny.

You bowed back. “You may, your grace.” you said chuckling. And there the two of you were dancing on the bridge to finneas sing. It was your song, yours and olivers. You rested your head on his chest and he swayed. He turned you around, your back to his front and you hummed. His warmth seeping into you. Suddenly, he stepped back and you whined, he chuckled once again, “Just a minute, love.” and you hummed in response leaning against the railings of the bridge admiring the view of the water and the purple sky. Autumn was setting in and you couldn't be happier.

He came back and handed you a glass of rose champagne leaning next to you with his hand on your waist. You both took and sip and you hummed to the wonderful taste. After a couple of minutes , he cleared his throat and you looked at him. 

He took your hand and took a couple steps back. He seemed a little nervous but then looked at you. Clearing his throat again he said , “ Okay, so i had a whole speech prepared and i was going to say a lot of things, i can't remember anything right now. So, im just gonna say something and hope it comes out right -” you interrupted him before he could say anything ,”Oliver?” 

He lifted a hand so as to shush you and continued, ”Darling, I love you. I love you so much that I can't explain it. I love going to sleep right next to you and i love waking up next to you. I love your laugh and i love your voice and i love you. You take my breath away.I think i might love you more than qudditch, actually no, i dont think, I know that I love you more than quidditch.  Every time i look at you, i want to be near you. I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to build a future with you. I want to take every next breath with you, i want to grow old and grey with you.-” He took a deep breath , by this time you already had tears in your eyes anticipating what was happening. He continues,” - And I- and i- It is one thing to meet a beautiful woman but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.” He grinned referencing to Simon’s speech about Daphne in Bridgerton making you laugh. He took another deep breath , “ When i first started playing, i didnt think i would ever experience anything that would ever compare to how i felt when i picked up the broom. I never thought i would find love because quid ditch was my entire world and then there was you, equally as fast. Equally as cunning, equally as sharp as me on the broom. Thats when i knew i loved you, when i first saw you on that broom.I knew then that nothing mattered as long as i had you. That even if i didnt have quidditch and i had you everything in the world would be okay. y/n y/m/n y/l/n , will you do me honour of marrying me, of becoming Mrs. Oliver Wood and being with me for the rest of my life?” At some point he had sat down on one knee and was now looking up at you holding out a gorgeous engagement ring.

You wanted to play with him and say no but the emotions of the entire ordeal had completely overtaken you and you ended up saying ,“yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes i’ll marry you.” He picked you up and spinned you not before placing the ring on your delicate finger, huh that's why Angelina wanted to get her nails done with you. After placing you on your feet he kissed you. “Really? You want to marry me?” he asked resting his forehead against yours. “Of course i want to marry you dumbass , and even if i didnt after that speech who could refuse.” you chuckled and he joined you. 

After a couple of moments of staying like that you took a deep breath, “I guess this would be the perfect time to tell you that im pregnant?” you said looking into his eyes. The second you finished that sentence fireworks burst around you. You looked up in awe but only for a second before oliver turned your face to him, he eyes glowing .”Your pregnant?” and you nodded. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked again.

“Mhm, i found out this morning. I guess that's what you get for making your girlfriend, well now fiancee pregnant baby”  you said laughing at him. He grinned before jumping up and down. He stopped and kissed you, his hands going to your belly. “This is the best day ever, the most perfect, goddess-like woman agreed to be my wife and im having a baby!” his excitement had you laughing. 

After a moment you said, “So about those fireworks-” he looked down sheepishly, you smacked his chest “-Oliver how many people did you tell?” you said feigning accusation. “might've told everyone in the castle.” he mumbled under his breath. “OLIVER-” he broke you off before kissing you again. 

You broke the kiss ,”that was a good way of shutting me up, love.” he chuckled, ”I know, can’t wait to use it a lot more when i finally marry you.”

As you two headed back to the castle , finneas remained singing ,”lets fall in love for the night.”

a/n-i hope you liked this, its my very first time doing something like this. Also i know the ending is kind of crappy but i can't think anything else. 

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[duckugou]

the blood on our hands

bakugou x gn!reader

aged up!

cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood

this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.

lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.

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reality is heavy and loud

Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.

But god, who saves the heros?

but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans

Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.

For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.

Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.

Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.

"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.

"Hey."

"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.

He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.

"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.

"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.

One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.

wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died

Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.

"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."

"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.

"Ok."

Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.

"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.

Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.

They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.

but dont let the purple flowers fool you

"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."

"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"

"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.

"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.

"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.

"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"

"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"

"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.

"Yeah."

"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"

Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.

Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .

"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.

"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"

"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."

"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.

"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.

"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.

"Fuck. I love you."

"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."

"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-

"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.

"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.

"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.