#dont wanna push my luck though

[kowhipp]

im gonna be honest i fucking love cloverice so much . yuraoi is REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! URHRGHRHGHR

[evieelyzabethh]

a college!jayce oneshot would be sooo goood. I love the way u write and the details u add! angsty,fluff,smut i dont mind. Just anything is fine with me 🤞🤞

be warned, this is incredibly self indulgent because I just finished my exams and desperately need to get dicked down by my slightly pervy husband...anyway

collegeau!Jayce is usually the one requesting the rewards for his "hard work", but being the kind, perceptive boyfriend, he has known exactly what you need in these very trying times. When he realized he couldn't talk you down from your all-nighters, he stayed up with you, mini fridge stocked with energy drinks and his coffee machine on stand-by when you got tired of the cold drinks. He's there with you for your hours long library visits, biding his time by making you good luck origami cranes or listening to you teach him the concepts you're studying for practice. If you need silence, he quieter than a mouse, if you need someone to talk to, he's all ears.

By the time his finals are done, yours aren't. There must some cruel force in the universe that mandated not only exams, but papers, projects, and presentations all be placed into your lap with rather constricting due dates and very short turn-around periods. The struggle was manageable enough when you were both going through it, but now that he's reached the end of the tunnel alone, he misses his girlfriend. Now, he sees you eating sleep for dinner and nearly going cross-eyed from the countless hours you've spent going back and forth between your textbook, your laptop, and your notes.

Any word he'd say would be hypocritical. To try and convince you to take it easy and come back to bed would be hilariously insincere considering that the trenches look identical for the both of you. But now his head is clearer, and he's forced to watch your increasingly slouchy posture and hope your poor heart can stomach the insane amounts of caffeine you've ingested in such a short period of time.

Eventually, all the papers have been turned in and he's waiting anxiously for you outside of the lecture hall where your final final just took place, and you look alive for the first time in weeks, but you're still a bit sluggish. Ain't shit funny til those grades populate, so you find it within yourself to smile but there's still a fragile week ahead of you when you really could cry at any given moment if pushed hard enough.

This just won't do, though!!! collegeau!Jayce believes he has thoroughly failed as a boyfriend as he watches you, sprawled out on his bed, some show mindlessly droning on in the background, continuously refreshing your email and course page. So much so, that he plucks the phone right from his hands and throws it into one of his messy drawers. And you try to grab it, though not making it very far as his long strides catch up to you rather quickly and your being hoisted over his shoulders and thrown back onto his bed, exactly where you belong.

See, besides the obvious torture of watching you torture yourself; Jayce has not gotten off in weeks; he would feel guilty if he wasn't able to be there for you because he's too busy jerking off in the bathroom while you're hard at work. So, he was being the good boyfriend, the one who's pleasure is completely derived from your own and he can't even try to make himself feel good if you aren't. But now, the hard times have passed, and he cannot fathom holding off any longer than he already has.

"Jayce-" And thank fuck you decided to wear a skirt today because if he had to fiddle with jeans, he would've lost his damn mind. "Jay, get off." He looks up at you with the biggest, brownest puppy dog eyes you ever did see, hands held where you could see them. "You really want me to stop?" No, of course you don't. "I wanna see if my grades been posted." He rolls his eyes so deeply you'd think he was searching the very wrinkles of his brain for a fuck to give.

His large hands move over your thighs, hypnotizingly playing with the hem of your skirt, the crotch of your terribly thin panties, rubbing his thumb what he's really been craving for the worst part of these past two weeks. "I really don't care." If he weren't so impatient, he would've been smoother. Maybe kissed you until your head got all fuzzy, gave more attention to your tits, maybe he would've bothered to actually remove any of your clothing.

collegeau!Jayce who is just so messy and couldn't be paid to give a shit as he's eating you out through your panties. It catches you by surprise, the voracious way he plunges in, nose knocking at your clothed entrance as he licks and sucks at the growing wet spot forming. You grab at his hair, which only grows his already painfully hard erection. "Ngh.", is all that comes from his mouth. It was initially meant to be some sort of plea, pull it harder, please, but for his request to be heard, he would've had to pull away. He would rather die than do that before you gushed over his tongue.

He's making out with it, aggressive with the way he pushes himself further and further into you and his canines nick at the fabric until it inevitably tears right through. Both of your moan's echo around his walls along with the squeaking of the bed with the sheer force that he ruts his hips into it. "Sometimes, I really think you hate me." The accusation vibrates straight through your pussy, making your body shake before the words even hit your ears. "No -ah, fuck, I don't." He nods into you. "Only explanation for denying me heaven."

collegeau!Jayce who is a munch before all else, his fingers leaving prints on your thighs that are already wrapped tightly around his head, his other hand pressing down on your waist. You had this annoying habit of squirming away from him, cries about it being too much falling on deaf ears. He is a firm believer there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, only people who don't believe they deserve the abundance of good coming to them.

Jayce is that abundance, sucking on your clit until it becomes too much and you shake in his strong hands, your hips fighting against his calm hands that try to rub soothing circles into your skin. "Quit running from it, baby. Jus' want you to feel better. Don't you wanna feel good? Hm?"And the tears eventually start flowing. Your just overwhelmed, you haven't had your brain properly shut off in months. "Jay, too much." But he's not done yet, instead, he tries to indicate through touch what he would whisper in your ear. You can take it. You deserve a little treat, a nice reward. His pretty girl just needs to be loosened up, just needs to think a little less, and as the best boyfriend in the world, he's going to make that happen.

[javierpenaismyhusband]

Unspoken Heat

Pairing: Joel Miller x M!reader

Summary: Joel and you have always kept things casual—just two people who see each other around the building. But one night, when they share a cigarette, the conversation takes a turn. What starts as playful teasing grows into something deeper, and the chemistry between them becomes impossible to ignore. Joel, usually guarded and distant, begins to open up, and both are forced to face the unspoken tension that’s been simmering between them all along.

Warnings: 18+. Not use of Y/N, big fight, unprotected PIA, fingering, blow job, anal, smut.

"This is my first FanFict so pls dont hate and give some advice, i dont know what warnings to put so help me with that too and i hope you like it!!!"

You and Joel were never that close. You talked almost daily, but only because you lived in the same building. You didn't particularly like him—or at least, that’s what you wanted him to think, though sometimes you weren’t even sure yourself. There were moments, like when you went outside for a smoke, and you'd find him there too, just drinking a beer and watching the stars. As he exhaled smoke into the cool night air, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked—his green button-up shirt paired with dark blue jeans and those rugged Dr. Martens. He was effortlessly attractive, but he didn’t need to know that.

One evening, you realized you were out of cigarettes. With no other option, you decided to ask him for one.

“Hey, Joel.”

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “What now?”

“Why so grouchy tonight?”

He exhaled smoke, giving you a sideways look. “Maybe because I can’t get a moment of peace with you hanging around.”

You smirked. “Aw, don’t be such a grump, old man.”

“Old man? Watch it, kid.”

“Or what?” you teased, leaning in slightly.

He narrowed his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Ooh, real scary.” You chuckled. “Seriously though, got a cigarette?”

He looked you up and down, shaking his head. “I don’t give smokes to twelve-year-olds.”

You rolled your eyes. “Twelve? You might need to check your eyesight.”

He sighed and pulled out a cigarette, handing it over. “Just take it and shut up.”

“Thanks, I’ll get out of your hair now. Good night, Joel.”

Joel hesitated, then muttered, “You don’t have to go.”

You paused, surprised. “I thought you wanted to be left alone.”

He shrugged, eyes on the stars again. “Yeah, well... some company wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

You took a drag from the cigarette, watching the smoke drift into the night air. Joel was quiet, sipping his beer, eyes fixed somewhere above the horizon. You didn’t know him well—just the guy who always hung around outside, never too friendly but never outright cold either. Still, something about him tonight felt different.

“Hey, Joel, you alright?” you asked, your voice a little hesitant.

He didn’t answer at first, just kept staring ahead. You figured maybe he didn’t hear you, but something in his stillness felt like he was deliberately avoiding your question.

“Joel?” you tried again, nudging him out of whatever thoughts had him zoned out.

He glanced at you briefly, then back to his beer. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, voice flat.

You took another drag, unsure if you should push further, but something about his demeanor made you curious. “You sure? You’ve been kinda quiet tonight. Not that you’re usually chatty, but...”

He exhaled sharply, not quite a laugh but more like a noise of annoyance. “I said I’m fine. Why’re you asking?”

“I don’t know... just thought you might wanna talk,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

He turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “We don’t talk, though. You only come around when you need something.”

The bluntness caught you off guard. “I mean, we live in the same building. We see each other around. Just thought... you know, maybe it’d be cool to actually get to know you.”

Joel let out a dry laugh. “Yeah? And why’s that? You suddenly interested in your neighbors now?”

You frowned, feeling a little defensive. “I’m just trying to be decent. You don’t have to bite my head off for asking.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I appreciate the concern or whatever, but I’m not looking for a heart-to-heart. Just trying to enjoy my beer in peace.”

“Right,” you said, feeling a little stupid for even bringing it up. “Sorry for asking.”

There was a pause. You stood there awkwardly, the weight of the conversation hanging between you. You tried to shake it off, but the tension lingered.

“Why do you care, anyway?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard again. His tone wasn’t angry this time, just... curious.

You shrugged, not sure how to answer. “I don’t know. You seem... I don’t know. Different tonight. I thought maybe something was bothering you.”

Joel stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he turned away, taking another sip of his beer. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he said quietly.

You didn’t respond, just stood there feeling like the conversation had reached a dead end. It was clear Joel wasn’t going to open up, at least not tonight.

“Alright, well,” you said, stubbing out your cigarette on the ground. “I’ll let you get back to your beer. Good night, Joel.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and made your way back to your apartment, the cool air doing little to calm the mess of thoughts swirling in your head. Once inside, you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, staring blankly at the wall.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. It wasn’t like you to push someone like that, especially Joel. You barely knew him, and yet, something about him always got under your skin—not in a bad way, though. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

You ran a hand through your hair, replaying the conversation in your mind. You knew you’d come off a little harsh, but it wasn’t because you disliked him. Quite the contrary, really. Maybe you’d pushed because you wanted to get through that tough exterior, see what was underneath. But clearly, Joel wasn’t in the mood.

Just as you started to convince yourself to let it go, a knock echoed through the room, breaking your thoughts. You froze, listening to see if you’d imagined it. Then, another knock—firm, deliberate.

Your heart raced as you crossed the room and opened the door. And there he was—Joel, standing in the dim hallway, beer still in hand, his expression unreadable.

You blinked, surprised. “Joel?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down the hallway before looking at you. “Yeah, I uh... I didn’t mean to be a dick earlier.”

You opened the door a little wider, still not sure where this was going. “You weren’t... I mean, maybe a little,” you added with a half-smile.

Joel let out a small huff of a laugh, barely there, but it softened his features just a bit. “Look, I don’t usually... talk. About stuff. To people.”

“I kind of got that impression,” you said, leaning against the doorframe.

He shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable but still standing there, which meant something. “But you didn’t deserve me snapping at you like that. I guess I just wasn’t ready for... whatever that was.”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you nodded, keeping it simple. “It’s fine. Really.”

He glanced away, his voice quieter when he spoke again. “Anyway... I’m sorry.”

The apology caught you off guard. For a moment, you both stood there, the silence stretching but not in an uncomfortable way this time. It felt like a truce, an unspoken agreement to meet somewhere in the middle.

“Want to come in?” you offered, gesturing toward the inside of your apartment.

Joel hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him as he walked into the room, still holding his beer like it was a shield. You both sat down, and for the first time, it didn’t feel like you were talking to the guy from your building. It felt like you were talking to Joel.

As you both sat there, the weight of silence felt deliberate, like each of you was testing the other, waiting for the next move. Joel’s eyes flickered around your apartment, but his body language had shifted—less guarded, more curious. You took another slow drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke out deliberately, watching how it mingled in the dim light.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, but your voice was softer now, almost playful. “You always this charming when you apologize, or do I just bring it out of you?”

Joel’s lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Charming? That’s a new one.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair. “Oh, come on. You’re not fooling me. The whole ‘brooding guy with the beer and the stare’ thing—you know what you’re doing.”

He glanced at you, his smirk deepening. “And what’s that?”

You exhaled slowly, giving him a knowing look. “Being impossible to ignore.”

Joel let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think I’m trying to get your attention?”

You shrugged, taking another drag. “You’re doing a damn good job if you’re not.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, like he was finally taking in the shift in your tone. There was something different now, a subtle game you both seemed to be playing—except it didn’t feel like a game at all.

“You’re a lot bolder than you look,” Joel said, his voice quieter, his eyes tracing the curve of your face.

You met his gaze without flinching. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to notice.”

For the first time, Joel didn’t have a quick reply. His eyes lingered on you, and something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, maybe, or a challenge. He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair like he was buying time, but the flicker of uncertainty in his expression only lasted a second before it was gone.

“Is that what this is?” he asked, his voice low, almost a murmur. “You waiting for me?”

You smirked, holding his gaze. “I don’t wait for anyone, Joel. But I don’t mind a chase.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, he seemed to be weighing them. His fingers idly traced the rim of his beer bottle, but his attention was fixed on you, like he was trying to figure out what you really wanted—or maybe what he wanted.

“And what happens if I catch you?” Joel asked, his voice soft but with an edge, like he was pushing to see just how far this could go.

You leaned in slightly, the distance between you shrinking, your voice dropping to match his. “Maybe I’m the one doing the catching.”

Joel’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but he didn’t back down. His eyes darkened, the playful banter giving way to something much more intense. The way he looked at you now wasn’t casual or teasing; it was deliberate, like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before.

“You don’t scare easy, do you?” he asked, his voice rougher, more serious now.

“Do you want me to?” you shot back, your tone laced with challenge.

Joel’s smirk faded into something heavier, his eyes locked on yours. “Maybe I do.”

The air between you buzzed, thick with unspoken things, desire crackling just beneath the surface. Joel leaned forward, just slightly, his knees brushing yours. The movement was subtle, but it sent a jolt through you, making your pulse quicken.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Joel murmured, his gaze never wavering from yours. “But you’ve been getting under my skin.”

You gave a slow, deliberate smile. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, a sound somewhere between frustration and amusement. He leaned back, running a hand through his hair again, his eyes never leaving you.

“You’re trouble,” he said, but there was no bite to his words—only a simmering heat.

You tilted your head, letting your gaze linger on him. “I think you like trouble more than you let on.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned forward again, closer this time, the space between you shrinking to almost nothing. The way his eyes lingered on your lips sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, you weren’t sure if the teasing had been a game at all—or if it had been leading to this the entire time.

“Maybe I do,” Joel said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between you was palpable now, electric, like you were both waiting for the other to make the next move. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the closeness making every breath feel more intense, more charged.

You leaned in, your voice soft but unwavering. “Then what are you going to do about it?”

Joel’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. His breath was shallow, his fingers gripping the edge of his beer bottle like he was trying to ground himself. But when he spoke, his voice was steady, filled with an intent that made your heart race.

“Depends,” he said, his tone low, almost dangerous. “Are you sure you’re ready for what happens next?”

Your pulse quickened, the anticipation building, but you held his gaze, unflinching. “I’ve been ready.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The tension between you was so thick it was almost suffocating, like the room was too small to hold whatever was happening between you. But you didn’t want to break the moment. If anything, you wanted to push it further, to see just how far this thing with Joel could go.

He leaned in, just a fraction closer, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. His voice was low, barely a murmur, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Then maybe we should stop pretending,” Joel whispered.

And with that, the last wall between you crumbled.

Joel's words hung in the air as he leaned in, lips brushing against yours. The kiss started slow, tentative, but it quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

The kisses grew more passionate, more urgent, as if they were making up for lost time. Joel's hands roamed up your back, tangling in your hair, and you arched into his touch, needing more. His lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a line of tender kisses in their wake, and you gasped as he sucked gently on your earlobe.

Pulling back slightly, Joel looked at you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in a long time, like every nerve ending was on fire. Joel's lips curled into a smirk before he claimed your mouth once again, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensuous tango.

As their kisses grew deeper, more intense, Joel's hand found its way down to your waistband, tracing soft circles over your skin. You moaned into his mouth, needing him to touch you more, and he pulled back just enough to reach down and undo your jeans.

Joel's hand wrapped around your hard cock, stroking it slowly, and you let out a groan of pleasure. The sensation of his warm hand on your skin was exquisite, and you couldn't help but thrust your hips forward, needing more.

Leaning in, Joel placed a gentle kiss on your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you reached down to unfasten his jeans, eager to feel his cock against you. As you pulled down his zipper, Joel helped you out of your own pants, and soon you were both naked from the waist down.

You reached for Joel again, pulling him close, and he wrapped his arms around you, their chests pressed tightly together. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it only made you more turned on.

Without breaking the kiss, Joel guided you back towards the couch, your bodies moving in perfect sync. You felt him nudge your legs apart, and then he was between them, his hands exploring your body with a possessive hunger.

His fingers teased your entrance, circling around your entrance before slipping inside, and you gasped into his mouth at the feeling. He thrust his fingers in and out, finding your prostate with each stroke, and you moaned loudly, arching your back.

Joel pulled away from the kiss, his eyes blazing with lust. "You like that?" he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, unable to speak, your heart racing. You wanted him to take you, to claim you completely.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on the bedside table. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and desire. You could feel the heat radiating between you and Joel, your bodies pressed close together. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "Tell me what you want."

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you was electrifying, but you knew exactly what you desired. "I want you," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you to take me."

Joel's eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled back slightly, his fingers still buried inside you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand.

"God, you feel so good," Joel breathed, pulling away from the kiss. His eyes were wild with lust as he looked down at you, his hand still working its magic on your prostate. "Let's see how you like this."

Joel murmured, his eyes lingering on your erection. He leaned forward, his breath warm against your shaft as he took you into his mouth. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through your body. You gasped and arched your back, gripping the sheets tightly as Joel began to suck you off.

His lips were soft and velvety, his tongue moving expertly along the underside of your cock. He took you deep into his mouth, his throat muscles contracting around you in a way that made your toes curl. You could feel the pressure building in your balls, the climax hovering just out of reach.

"Joel," you groaned, your voice thick with pleasure. "I'm gonna—"

But Joel didn't let you finish. He pulled off your cock with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked up at you. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want more than just a blowjob."

Before you could react, Joel moved up your body, positioning himself above you. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, guiding it to your entrance. You felt a mixture of fear and excitement as he lined himself up, his tip pressing against your hole.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

With one swift motion, Joel thrust into you, filling you completely. The initial burn was intense, but it quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure as he began to move, stroking his cock in and out of you with slow, deliberate thrusts. You gasped and clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he continued to fuck you.

"Oh God," you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure intensified. Joel's thrusts grew harder and faster, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your prostate being hit with each powerful stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy through your body.

"Look at you," Joel growled, his voice rough with primal need. "Taking me so well. You love this, don't you?"

You could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. Joel's rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing you further towards your impending orgasm. You could feel your balls tightening, the cum churning inside you, desperate to be released.

"I'm gonna come," you panted, your voice shaky with desperation. "Please, Joel—"

But Joel had other plans. He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping and teetering on the brink of release.

"Not yet," he said again, his voice commanding. "I want to fill you first."

He positioned himself back at your entrance, and with one final, forceful thrust, he drove himself deep inside you. You cried out as he claimed you, his cock hitting your prostate with perfect precision. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the cum boiling up from your balls, ready to explode.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Joel growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he approached his own climax. "Take it all, baby. Take every last drop."

As if on cue, you felt Joel's cock twitch inside you, followed by the hot rush of his cum flooding your insides. The feeling was indescribable, a surge of euphoria that pushed you over the edge.

"Joel!" you screamed, your body spasming as you came, your cum shooting out and landing on his chest in thick, white ribbons.

The sight of your release seemed to drive Joel even further, and he continued to thrust hard into you, his own orgasm wracking his body as he emptied himself inside you. You could feel the warmth spreading within you, the proof of his dominance and the depth of your submission.

As his movements finally slowed, Joel collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged and hot against your neck. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, a symphony of passion and exertion. The room was filled with the sounds of your labored breathing and the heavy thudding of your hearts.

For a moment, there was silence, the world reduced to just the two of you and the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Then, Joel lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. There was something in his gaze, something raw and needy, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"What now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a thrill through you. "Now," he said, his voice dark and low, "we clean up."

He shifted slightly, allowing you to sit up, and then turned his attention to the mess on his chest. His fingers scooped up some of your cum, bringing it to his lips. You watched, mesmerized, as he licked it clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight was both erotic and strangely intimate, and you felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your belly.

"Your turn," Joel said, his tone playful yet commanding.

Without hesitation, you leaned in, licking the remaining cum from his chest. The taste was salty and tangy, a reminder of the explosive orgasm you'd just shared. As you cleaned him, your lips brushed against his skin, and you couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss.

Joel's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity he'd shown earlier. The kiss was filled with promise, a silent agreement that this was far from over.

"What next, my love?" Joel whispered against your lips, his voice a seductive purr.

You could feel the power in his question, the implied control he held over you. And you reveled in it, eager to submit to whatever he had in mind.

"Anything," you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Just tell me what you want."

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Midi 🌝

Yk what I want right

I want baseball player Mina.

Yk when she threw that ball YOU KNOW THAT VIDEO RIGHT YOU SAW IT BC I SENT IT IN THE CHANNEL DONT YOU DARE FORGET THAT.

SHE WAS SO FUCKING HOT AND CUTE

I wanna be in the bleachers and support her like the good wife I am and take her to the dressing room after her win TO SH HER SO HARD.

Ahem thank you my boy 🌝

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CW: G!p Mina x reader, smut, nsfw, oral

A/N: Here you go🌚

You were amongst the crowd, cheering and singing as the team bus arrived. Everyone there hoped to get a glimpse, perhaps even a photo or autograph of Mina. The players began to step out and the crowd erupted with excitement. You felt yourself get pushed ahead. It wasn’t exactly gentle but you weren’t complaining about it right now, you got a clear view of the team walking towards the stadium’s entrance.

Finally, Mina steps out of the bus, you grab on to the barriers in excitement, you loved her so much, she was your biggest crush ever. You scream out her name as she walks by, hoping she notices you if only for a moment. Alas, you had no such luck and she seemed to walk straight past. You had no time to be upset though, you were still lost in your gaze when out of nowhere, you felt yourself be pushed past the barrier as the crowd suddenly began to be aggressive. The security team quickly began to push them back and amidst all the chaos, you were left on the other side.

You stood blankly for a second, not knowing how to react. Never in your life did you imagine this would happen. You were forced back into reality though, the crowd kept getting more rowdy and the even a bit dangerous. Just when you thought you should try to go back, someone grabbed hold of your hand and began to drag you….towards the stadium. You take a second and nearly faint on the spot when you realize it’s Mina.

“Come on, it’s dangerous out there right now.”, she said once you both were inside. “Why did you sneak out like that?”, she seemed to scold but her voice was calm and soft.

“I-I…I didn’t!”, you defended yourself nervously, “I was pushed outside!”

She stared at you for a second skeptically before sighing, “Fine…whatever you say princess. I don’t know if that’s exactly what happened but you don’t seem like trouble. So, for your trouble, I’ll get you the VIP stand and hopefully that makes up for it okay?”, she said, handing you a pass.

You look dumbfounded and looked at the pass and then back at her, “w-w-what.”

She smiles sweetly, pats your shoulder and heads towards the dressing room leaving you there still in shock.

It takes a few minutes but you somehow manage to make your way to the VIP stand. Some people did give you questioning looks but they let you through when they saw your pass. There was even some food you could eat while you waited for the game to start. Soon, you hear the crowd erupt and make your way to your seat as the game starts.

You whoop and cheer each time Mina is involved, your voice the loudest in your side of the stands. After a long and tense game, Mina ends up taking the winning catch and the crowd goes wild. The team celebrates and all the supporters sing and cheer. As you sing along, you stutter and stop when you see, Mina jump over and make her way towards you, she stops next to you, smirking and hands you the ball.

“Do you wanna keep this princess?”, she asked with a smile.

“Y-yes! Wait…princess…?”, your face flushes as you realize this is the second time she calls you that.

Mina smirks and leans in closer to you, “Yes, that’s what you look like to me. Did you enjoy the game at least?”

“Well yes, we-we won…”, you mutter quickly.

Mina smiles amusedly, “Oh do you support my team?”

“Ye-yes.”, you nervously answer, swallowing.

Mina then traces her finger across your jaw, “you know what, you’ve been a really sweet fan, I’ll give you something more.”

A couple minutes you were in the dressing room. Do you want my shirt?”, Mina asked out of the blue.

“W-what! Uhm…”, your face flushes and you see Mina smirk mischievously at your reaction.

“I’ll take that as a yes”, she said smirking and pulling out a spare one from the locker and handing it to you.

You stare at the shirt blankly, trying to forget the fact that you thought she meant the shirt she was wearing right now. Not that you would have minded….

You stand awkwardly with her shirt in your hand waiting for Mina to say what happens next but she says nothing, sitting down and taking out her phone, scrolling through for a few minutes before looking back up at you. “Anything else I can do for you?”, she asks with a gentle genuine smile which for some reason makes you blush.

“N-n-yes-nO”, you stutter nervously.

Mina tries not to smile, standing up and getting close to you, “Was that a yes or a no…”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, “Could I…could I get some photos with you….please.”

Mina giggles, poking your cheek softly, “You know, you didn’t have to get so worried for that. I wouldn’t have refused especially since you are so cute.”, she says, leaning next to you, ready to pose.

You open your camera and take a couple selfies with her and as you both get ready to take the last picture, Mina stands behind you, resting her head on your shoulder smiling cutely. Seeing that from your camera and feeling her head on your shoulder makes you feel weak and you breathe in sharply trying to keep your cool. A couple seconds pass and you still haven’t taken the picture.

Mina chuckles tilting to look at you, “what’s wrong cuti-oh!”

She gets cut off as you turn to look at her and both of your lips touch for a second and another before you both pull away quickly.

You go completely red faced and you see her face flush too as she purses her lips shyly. There’s an awkward silence.

Then Mina slowly lifts up her hand to your head leaning in again and you both kiss once more. This time it’s a proper kiss. Your face flushes and you begin to pull away but then Mina grabs your face with her other hand too, holding you in place as she begins to kiss you harder.

It’s almost a minute before Mina let’s go of you, pulling away both of you are panting yet it’s not enough. Chewing your bottom lip, you lean in towards her again and Mina obliges, pulling you towards her as she sits and setting you on her lap. The two of you begin to make out passionately once more. You entangle your fingers in her hair, stroking her head softly while her hands grip your hips greedily. However, the kissing is abruptly cut short when Mina suddenly slows down, a slightly panicked look on her face as her legs squirm.

“I-I think we should stop…”, she says without offering a reason why.

“Huh but I….”, you pout wrapping your hands around her neck loosely, curious and frustrated about this pause. This is until you felt something stirring below you, poking you with need. “What-oh!”, you gasp, pursing your lips as you look down before looking back at Mina.

She says nothing, a tinge of red in her face.

Your thoughts run wild and you feel bold, “Mina…”, you purr her name, grinding gently against her causing her to gasp and grip your hips again.

“P-princess…?”, Mina questions, biting her lips and looking at you.

“Why don’t you let me take care of that”, you say getting off of her lap and kneeling down between her legs, your hands grasping her pants.

Mina grits her teeth as she lets you pull down her pants, wondering if this is really a good idea. She concludes that it is when you take her cock head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. She leans back, sighing loudly, her eyes closed.

You try not to smile by how easily you’ve convinced her, continuing to lightly bob your head around her tip. A minute passes and you feel Mina’s hand creep up to your head, stroking it gently and urging you to go deeper. You oblige, slowly taking in more of her length. It’s not easy though given her size and girth but you do your best. However, you nearly pull back when her cock hits the back of your throat making you gag. You pant for a second to recover before with newfound determination, rush in to take all of her at once causing Mina to gasp and put her other hand on your head too. Your nose is touching her belly and you look up innocently at her causing her to clench her jaw and tighten her grip of your head.

Grabbing you by your hair, Mina makes you look up to her again and growls, “you are gonna make me feel real good aren’t you princess. Show me, prove to me that you’ll be a good girl for me. That you’ll let me fuck your throat till I empty everything I have in your mouth. You’re gonna let me do that to you aren’t you princess?”

You nod as best as you can before yelping as Mina starts to thrust her cock into your mouth relentlessly. Her breathing is ragged and eyes are focused. “You know, with your ah…innocent demure, I didn’t expect…”, she suddenly thrusts and pushes forward pressing into your throat, sighing softly. You being so thoughtful, swirl your tongue around her length causing her to begin pounding your face again, growling with a primal need, Mina fucks your face without mercy.

Your eyes begin tearing up and half your face is slick with saliva but you soldier on, letting Mina use your face, your mouth, your throat. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how much this turns you on.

Suddenly you feel Mina dig her nails into your head, squeezing it as she pushes your head down into her cock despite you practically have her whole length in anyway. She sighs and then groans before unleashing a huge wave of cum. Rope after rope of hot sticky semen spilling down into your throat, filling your mouth. You try to hold it in but the sheer quantity itself causes some to inadvertently leak out and dribble down your chin.

Mina, still holding you down, sighs heavily and pants before finally letting go of your head, her cock letting out its last spurts before beginning to soften slowly. You cough and choke as you pull it out of your mouth. You look at her again before swallowing her remaining load, panting and wiping your mouth.

“Good girl”, Mina sighed, rubbing your temple softly as she too tried to catch her breath.

A minute later, you feel your cheeks flush as you realize just how far you both had gone.

“Don’t feel shy princess, you did good, so good. I came really hard. Next time I’m going to do the same to you.”, Mina praises and promises you.

“Eh? N-next time?”, you ask surprised.

Mina smirks and kisses your forehead, “Yes, you are so pretty and such a good little cock sucking slut for me. I need more of you. I want more.”, saying this, she hands you a small piece of paper, written on it an address. “I’m gonna take your number and give you a call soon. Come to my place, we’ll get better….acquainted”, Mina said licking her lips….

You smile and lean into her, content and a bit tired from your ordeals, eager to see what happens with the two of you in the near future….

[freemansgirl]

video games

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

genre: smut

words: 1.4k

summary: you ride amber as she plays dead by daylight after she had a rough game to make her feel better <3

warnings: cowgirl position, g!p amber (she has a dick, dont read if you dont like it) p in v, praise kink.

a/n: this smut based on a new nsfw hc i added to my dating amber hcs! got too carried away w the daydreams in my head and wanting to put it in fiction😵‍💫 pt 2 will be on the way soon 😘

“shit, (your name).” amber moaned out, as your hips grinded against hers. her dark brown eyes were looking so glossy, struggling to keep focus on the game in front of her. the way you were riding her made her feel like she was seeing stars, you were doing all so good for your beloved girlfriend, amber. she loved seeing your hips clasp around her hard dick, each leap was getting stronger than the last one. amber found her eyes shifting from the game back to you, the distraction of you riding her was getting to her now.

honestly, she could use the distraction, she was loving it so much. this all started when you started to palm her dick and touch her through her pants to feel on her clothed dick, it went from you giving her a sweet blowjob to now you were just riding her. before this had even happened, amber was having her rough days of when she played dead by daylight, which was pretty rare since she was so skilled at the game. however, last game, was an awful match for her, the survivors were way too good and they were getting generators done, no matter how hard amber worked to stop them when playing as ghostface. seeing her rank go down due to the lack of rank progress, it pissed her off so bad.

it made her want to get off the game so bad and just call it quits for the day. to make matters worse, the survivors were sending her hate messages and she sent them threatening messages back, threatening to kill them or just sending their ip addresses, just the usual. typical amber stuff when she gets mad. you hated seeing her upset, so like the good girlfriend you came up with some amazing ways to just make her feel better. you wanted to give her a “good luck” charm for her next game, so she can win to make up for her last game. the riding did a good job at relaxing her nerves and keeping her so calm from the anger she had earlier.

your arms were wrapped around her pale neck, as you threw your head back in ecstasy. you were moving your hips up and down in all of the right rhythms, just for amber to let out even more low groans. your walls were throbbing as you were just pushed your clit more and more inside of her dick. the more you pushed yourself onto her, the more you could see her dick disappearing. your wetness being on top of her dick was just adding more to the lubrication, your pussy was sliding in and out so easily with her. you start to kiss all over her cheek to her neck to add more affection to your girlfriend for her good efforts on the game.

“damn, baby, you’re so….. tempting. you make me wanna quit this game and just take you on my bed, right here and now….” amber expressed, her voice dripping with lust and horniness. even though she liked the challenge of seeing if she could stay focused on the game as her girlfriend fucks her, she wanted you so bad. the way your pussy just feels so good and your cute moans just drives her insane. as much as she wanted to improve her rank progress from last game, she wouldn’t hesitate to risk it all just to fuck you. this was just so attractive to her, why didn’t she even make the suggestion of you ride her when she has her bad days on dead by daylight sooner?

“nuh-uh, ambs, eyes on the prize. do good on this game first, then you can fuck me, okay?” you requested in your sweet, charming voice as you left a soft kiss on her pale cheek. as if you were some type of siren that sung her a hypnotizing song, she immediately listened to you. this would make the challenge even better. the palms of her hand on the controller were starting to grip harder than usual, fighting the urge to not grab you and throw you against the bed. amber’s self control was something that she struggled handling, she always had the higher sex drive between the two of you in the relationship.

she caught herself looking off of the tv screen and back at your breasts presented in front of her. she bit her lip just looking at them, they were just such a blessing to look at. amber definitely wanted to give those some special attention too, once she finished the game. you looked at your girlfriend with such a playful smirk on your face, trying to hold back a laugh. “focus, amber.” you grabbed her chin with your left hand to turn her gaze off your breasts back to the screen.

“fuck…” amber groaned, her black eyebrows furrowed, while she slightly moved her thigh to add friction since she couldn’t do anything because she was playing the game. she couldn’t wait to continue round two in the bed once she was finished with this game. she had hooked 3 survivors, all of them dead, while she searched for the last remaining one that looked for the hatch to escape the match. “you like that, baby?” you whispered, lightly squeezing her shoulder with both of your hands to ground yourself as you continued riding on her.

“yeah, you’re doing amazing, all for me, baby.” she breathlessly groaned, enjoying all of your movement on top of her dick. she felt herself close her eyes for a split second just out of pleasure. “just wait ‘til i kill this fucker and i’ll win the game. i’m going to fuck you on the bed as a celebratory win.” she added to her words, her eyes were still glazed over while looking at the screen trying to look dwight, the last dead by daylight survivor in the match. the idea of her getting to fuck you as a way to celebrate winning the match after the god awful match she had earlier, motivated her to search long and hard for him. she could feel herself getting close to release, her facial expression was getting screwed up.

“better hurry up and find him, babe.” you seductively spoke, ending your statement with a petty laugh. you started to hop more and more on her dick, your ass just bouncing on her hips with so much pressure. to add more sensation and pleasure, you changed your tempo in riding on her. at the new change in speed, amber could feel her dick just wrecked with how fast you were going on her. she could feel her hands getting sweaty around her controller from all the arousement the riding caused and from the pressure to win the game so she can fuck you.

the more your pussy was just taking her dick, she was honestly close to cumming. amber knew that all too familiar feeling too well, she could feel her dick getting ready to release. just as soon as she was about to cum, she finally found the survivor. she killed dwight using ghostface’s mori in the game. the sight of dwight being pulled up by ghostface with his hair from behind while he took a photo of him with a camera. it was now visible on the screen. “gonna fuck you just like this, baby…” she grunted, when she felt another one of your hard thrust come onto her dick. you didn’t even need to turn around to see what scene she was talking about, you knew your ghostface fanatic girlfriend too well.

with the idea of her fucking you like the image on screen stuck in her head, amber immediately climaxed right inside of your pussy. she felt her whole body get relaxed as she shoots her cum right inside of your pussy, your entrance was creamed with her dick. you stopped moving, while your body was rising up and down out of exhaustion from riding her so much. so many sounds of inhaling and exhaling of your breath escape from your lips.

you were about to get off but you noticed that amber took her left hand off of her ps4 controller to grab you instantly. she looked up at you with the most seductive smirk ever, her dark brown eyes were filled with lust and mischievous intentions. “let me turn the game off first, baby. there’s no need to rush.” she reassured you, while putting her left hand back on the controller to turn off the game system. amber now puts the controller down on her nightstand, next to the tv. she starts to lift you off her dick and grabs you by your hips, pushing you gently to the bed with her hands. next thing you know, she’s on top of you and things lead to another, leaving you two to a wonderful, sexual evening.

[arabella0001]

Pushing his buttons, Part 1

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader Anime: Naruto Synopsis: you like him but you dont wanna admit, he is an asshole

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

This is the first i wrote so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

minimum 2 parts, smut in next part!

Warnings: slow burn, teasing, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female and male receiving), missionary

You see a young man with spiky black hair and dark eyes, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, dark blue pants, and a purple rope belt. He has a sword strapped to his back. A red-and-white fan symbol adorns the back of his shirt, indicating his clan affiliation. He is Sasuke Uchiha, one of the last survivors of the Uchiha clan, a powerful ninja family that was massacred by his older brother, Itachi.

“You're in my way.” he says with disdain and impatience as he pushes you aside.

“Asshole” stumbled back from his push.

“Watch your mouth.” Sasuke retorts. He has little patience and tolerance for people who defy him or insult him. He has been through a lot and has little respect for anyone who doesn’t acknowledge his strength and power. Sasuke notices your eye roll and gets even more annoyed.

“Do you have a problem with me?” He asks with a sharp tone, his Sharingan eye glaring at you.

“Chill, I don’t, i just don’t tolerate de assholes like you” you replied.

 “And I can’t tolerate disrespectful brats like you. You should show some respect to your betters.” Sasuke’s eye twitches with irritation.

“ Sure, asshole.” chuckling and bowing sarcastically. “I’m too weak to even speak to you”

Sasuke clenches his fist angrily. “You know what? I’ve had enough of your attitude.” He steps closer to you and glares down at you with his Sharingan. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” he takes a step closer to you.

“The last past minutes you were very impatient to go somewhere. Where is your rush now?” you replied while looking at him grining.

Sasuke’s eye twitches with irritation again. “Don’t change the subject. You’re the one who’s being disrespectful and annoying. You’re making me lose valuable time that I could be using to be closer to my goal.”

You roll your eyes chuckling at him before speaking “I was just barking back because your arrogant push. You were the disrespectful one. I guess you are not used to people speaking back at your shitty behaviour. Sorry i m not a fangirl of you.” even though I like you.

Sasuke scoffs at your words but before he had a chance to reply “So fuck off and next time dont push me around cause I will not tolerate” smirking at him. “Good luck at your goal” speaking genuine.

Sasuke looks at you with disbelief and irritation. “I don’t need your permission to do anything, nor your support. You’re just a weakling who’s standing in my way.”

 “Whatever” you roll your eyes while giving him a dismissive wave of your  hand, a slighty blush on your face when you turn your back to him.

Sasuke watches you walk away with irritation and frustration.“Hmph, just don’t get in my way again.” He mutters to himself before continuing his journey.

After continuing his journey from some time, he can’t shake off the encounter with you. He keeps thinking about your bold attitude and defiant glare. He couldn’t believe there was someone who wasn’t afraid of him or didn’t admire him. Normally, people either respected his power and status or feared him. But you were being disrespectful, challenging, and irritating. The same can be said about you too, you were going right back home, remembering the last encounter with Sasuke. You were a bit flusttered, because to be honest, you were attracted to him long ago and stealing glances. But he don’t need to know that, at least you are making him angry. You continue with your mundane daily life, training and whatnot, unaware that you’re still on Sasuke’s mind.*

Sasuke keeps thinking about you and feeling more and more irritated. He doesn’t like the fact that you don’t fear him. He’s convinced you have some kind of death wish or you’re just plain stupid. He can’t understand why you aren’t intimidated by him.Sasuke, still irritated and curious, decides to track you down again. Before sunrise, usually you go traing in your spot in the forest, not so far from the leaf village. He follows your lingering scent and finds you training in a secluded spot in the forest. He stays hidden and observes you from a distance, curious about your training technique and skill level. You try to remember something from your training at Mount Myoboku, entering Sage Mode, by gathering natural energy, enhancing your physical abilities, sensory perception, and chakra,

Sasuke watches you training with curiosity and a hint of respect. “Hmph, not bad,” He thinks to himself, impressed by your focus and determination. He still feels annoyed by your earlier encounter, but he can’t deny that you have talent and potential.

Suddenly I was feeling a chakra around me and start looking around.”Who s here?”

Sasuke hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether to reveal himself or keep hiding. Curiosity wins over caution and he decides to show himself, stepping out from behind the tree. He gives you a cool, unimpressed look. “It’s just me.”

“Oh hello the strongest Uchiha. What are you doing here?”mocking him, a surprised expression on your face.

Sasuke rolls his eyes at your mocking tone. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m watching you train.” He crosses his arms and glares at you. “And I’m not the strongest Uchiha just yet.”

“I think i like to push your buttons. Your annoying face is the best.” chuckling to yourself. “If you dont mind, i need to continue untill sun is down” you start stretching yourself, feeling a bit flusttered because of his presence and because you were just in some shorts and your tshirt plain.

Sasuke watches you stretch and notices the flush on your face. “Hmph, I don’t see why you would enjoy pushing my buttons. It’s just asking for trouble.” He tries to hide his own reaction to your appearance. He hadn’t expected you to look so effortlessly attractive and looking so natural and alive, which somehow annoyed him even more.

“Well i love a little trouble. It makes you feel alive. And i dont feel alive often” continuing my stretching while trying to remain calm under his gaze.

He looks at you more thoroughly and can’t help but notice how you’re controlling your chakra so effortlessly. He feels a twinge of jealousy, realizing that your skill level is far higher than he anticipated.

“Did you find something on your journey?” a small smirk showing on your face,  remebering your intense first interaction with him.

Sasuke clenches his fist, reminded of his failed attempt to gather intel about someone. “Don’t bring it up. It’s none of your business, anyway.” Sasuke responds coldly, crossing his arms defensively. He doesn’t like being reminded of his failures, especially by someone who has the nerve to challenge and mock him.

“Just making conversation. I dont know really know things about you, maybe just rumours of your admirers” amusament in you rvoice.

Sasuke’s eye twitches at your comment about his admirers. “Hmph, you believe “ everything you hear? He says, although secretly he feels a bit flattered. His reputation as a powerful shinobi spreads like wildfire, and it’s not rare for women to fall for his charisma and strength.

“I didnt say i believe it. I believe something when i saw that myself.” You replied back, while trying ignoring his presence.

Sasuke tilts his head, intrigued by your response. “Oh, so you prefer to rely on personal experience rather than just rumors? I respect that. But you should know, I’m worth all the hype.” He says arrogantly, trying to hide the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Maybe you do”chuckling to him “But this atittude of yours doesnt help” with a smirk on you face, you replied back. Continuing your exercises, you are trying to be confident in your moves and body because you don’t really care anymore about others opinion, you know you looked good and that’s enough. “But is him” telling to yourself.”Oh shut up”groaning internally.

Sasuke watches you stretching and exercising, his gaze lingering on your body for a moment before he catches himself. He feels a mix of admiration and annoyance because he knows you’re not doing it for his attention. “Hmph, are you trying to impress me with your skills or just showing off your body?” He teases, raising an eyebrow.

“Dont flatter yourself. Is not my fault you were watching me, stalker” blushing slighty at his words while turning around, trying to play cool.

Sasuke snickers at your reaction, noticing the faint blush on your cheeks. He can’t believe you’re actually embarrassed. “I wasn’t stalking you. I was just watching you train. You’re the one who’s showing off in front of me.” He responds with a smug grin, his eyes still trailing your body and making you more flustered.

“Oh get over yourself. You can look in other direction if I’m in your way” you replied back smirking because you made him remember the first words he said to you, an annoying glare on his face.

Sasuke’s eye twitches again at your reference but didn’t say anything about that. “I can look wherever and at whoever I want,” *Sasuke retorts, trying to hide the fact that your words have managed to irk him. He watches as you continue to move effortlessly, the jealousy building up within him.*

“Do you want a little show? a chuckle escaped you while returning to the training area. “So what are you gonna do here? Your gonna train with me or go?’ you speak to him again, a look of determination on your face.

Sasuke’s face turns slightly pink at your meaning, but he composes himself quickly. He glares at you trying to mask his own curiosity. “I won’t train with you. I don’t need to prove anything to you.” He takes a deep breath and looks at you, debating if he should just leave or stay to watch.

“Then let me train and go on your business, loser.” a small chuckle is leaving your lips, you feel a little bit flusttered by his presence, you don’t wanna be watched by him

Sasuke scoffs at your words. He wants to argue, but he knows there’s no point in staying here with you any longer.  “Tch, fine. I won’t stay any longer. Just don’t get yourself into trouble.” he says, glancing at you one more time before turning and walking away.

“Yeah yeah.Byee’ you replied softly while trying to remain calm, turning around with a blush on your face.

Sasuke hears your softer tone and feels a pang of something he can’t quite identify. He pauses for a moment, but then decides to ignore it and walks away. He keeps thinking about your stubborn and annoying attitude, and he finds himself confused by how attractive he finds it.

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[sentientgolfball]

I <3 STUPID MESSY EARTH GHOULS

i dont know why this invoked something in me but here have 700 words of Biggs (Earth) eating out Pebble

For character context: My Pebble is transmasc and Biggs is mute

Pebble didn’t know what time it was. Was it always so dark in here? Have they really been at this for so long? He doesn’t care even if it has been hours. He doesn’t have a single thought to spare. Biggs has taken everything from him with his stupid, skillful tongue. Another painfully slow lick over his little dick makes him groan. 

He loves it when Biggs gets like this. All soft and territorial at the same time. Pebble also loves to push his luck. He likes to think one day he’ll get the big guy to snap and pound him into the mattress. He tried his luck earlier at dinner, wearing an oversized shirt he snatched from Ivy to show off the fresh bruises and bites. Anyone with working eyes would know they were from Alpha, the size of the fang indent is enough. But it is also helped that Pebble insisted on asking Alpha if he ever got his chores finished. Pebble knows Biggs hates how rough Alpha treats him and the though alone is enough to get heat to pool is his stomach. He wanted to see if tonight would be the night he snapped. 

Unfortunately for him, it was not to be. Though, he can’t complain about the alternative. Biggs had come up behind him when he was putting his dishes in the sink, taking Pebble’s hand and giving it two squeezes. I want your attention. Pebble had turned to look at him for maybe a second before he darted off to his room, dragging Pebble with him. Biggs had undressed him slowly, kissing over every scale and scars. Every mark left by Alpha. He didn’t even bother with taking his own clothes off before guiding Pebble back towards the bed. Time became a blur the moment his body touched the mattress. 

He settled between Pebble’s legs and hasn’t moved since. He pressed kisses all over his thighs before he licked a long stripe over his cunt with the flat of his tongue. He swirled the forked tip around his hole before dipping inside. Tasting just to taste. This is for Biggs as much as it is Pebble. He had done that for a while, letting his long, thick tongue prod against every soft spot inside of him. Until slick was dripping down his chin. 

Now he has his lips wrapped around Pebble’s clit, giving it a slow lick or a gentle suck just to keep him hard. Biggs is content with just holding him in his mouth. He loves to feel him twitch, loves the way he drools whenever he gets even a taste of stimulation. 

“Fuck. Will you just suck me off…please?” Pebble cranes his neck to look at him. 

Who is he to deny him? He’s here to show him how much he is loved. How nice it can be when someone is gentle with you. He swipes his tongue over the plump little bundle of nerves and the noise Pebble makes can only be described as wounded. Biggs presses his hips into the mattress when he throbs against his lips. 

“Yeah just like that keep doing that oh shit–” Pebble keens when he feels two thick finger prodding at his slick entrance.

Biggs slides them in with ease. He’s already nice and wet and open from cumming when he first got his mouth on him. He pets against Pebble’s upper wall gently, searching for the spot that will surely make his eyes cross. His cock kicks where its trapped against the mattress with the sound Pebble makes when he finds it. He settles into a rhythm, alternating sucking on his little dick and curling his fingers. Biggs knows he close with the way he begins to rock against him, thighs shaking around his head. 

“Keep doing that yeah fuck let me cum in your mouth please don’t wanna waste it,’ he babbles as Biggs continues his steady pace. 

His words melt into little high pitched uh uh uh’s with every stroke. It doesn’t take much longer before Pebble is arching off the mattress, claws tearing at the sheets. His ears ring with the force of his orgasm and it takes him a moment to reailze he can feel wetness spreading around him, dripping down his ass. Biggs growls low in his throat when the taste of Pebble’s squirt hits his tongue. 

He doesn’t pull away even as Pebble shakes.

[raspberry-vinaigrette]

HEYY HI WAVES. i dont know if anyone has asked you before or if i should ask you but. do you have any tips for writing multi chapter things? like. making outlines n stuff! i have an idea for something i wanna do but i cant commit to one writing project blerrrghh....

OH JEEZ honestly im flattered you came to me haha!! that's so real honestly but ive found it really helps havin something or someone to hold you to it tbh. my current multichap fic is in part a gift so that feeling of "geez i really wanna make this gift" helps in a sense though honestly the obvious motivation of writing something you really love is my main motivator. i am CONSTANTLY thinking of ideas for misanthrapologist and jotting em down in a memo / google doc / whatever i have on hand or whatever works best for you. it's why misanthrapologist got a chapter increase !! i just keep having ideas man !! and i know thats easier said than done obviously but once you start writing ive found it really gets ideas flowing

which leads into my second point !! daily word goals! they dont have to be high -- in fact, i encourage you to keep them low! 400 words a day is a common one ive seen but honestly as long as you have *a* word goal, it doesnt matter. it might not sound like much, but it gets you writing! if you aren't feeling it you can always stop, but i've found once you hit the word goal, you're often in enough of a "flow state" to keep going! sprints also help -- there's a discord bot for it (sprinto, i think?) but you can also just do it by setting a timer on your phone! you just set a timer (usually 15 minutes is the average) and for that time you lock in on writing. doesn't matter how many words you get out as long as you get something on the page, and oftentimes that little push is all you need! i know timers sometimes make people panic, though, so if it doesn't work, it doesn't work :)

in terms of outlining, i'll be honest when i say my outlines are typically SUPER bare bones. for comfortember i'd write like one or two sentences for the basic plot and then go haywire while writing, and if i strayed from the original idea -- cool! for misanthrapologist it's the same jist -- i think the longest idea in my outline chapter-wise is like... three or four sentences. it helps me have that rough idea of what i want to happen while still not "chaining me down" to an idea, so to speak. lets my mind get creative without me having no idea where to go with the plot.

also for a more general tip -- don't get too caught up in your word count / chapter count / whatever else !! it happens to me too, but genuinely, word count does NOT matter as much as some people think it does. if a shorter chapter works better for your pacing? go for it! if you wanna combine two scenes in one chapter? hell yeah! if you wanna split one longer scene across a chapter for emotional impact? knock urself out man!!! do what makes YOU feel good about the fic, and you'll find that it's way more fun that way. :)

if they don't mind saying anything (no pressure to either of you), i'm sure my pals @wario-speedwagon and @springlucked have some good tips too, since they're more experienced in the field of multichap stuff haha. good luck with whatever you make -- i'm excited to see!!

[dollfaceirene]

Hello I need advice pls it’s about my subliminals so yesterday I recently started listening back again (yay) for my weight loss journey and today I just feel like I don’t see results I listened 4 times (yesterday) and I just idk cause I really wanna get this summer bod before summer see because I have a deadline and how am I supposed to accomplish that if my self concept and mindset isn’t right? It just really stresses me out yk cause I have a deadline.

What should I do?

when reading this, the solution that popped up in my head is working on seeking validation from the 4D rather than the 3D.

I know it can be frustrating when its been advice you've heard over and over again and you just want to physically see your results, but if you dont change from within (your 4D/thoughts) then how will the new story reflect onto the 3D? (physical reality)

I'm never gonna stop emphasising how manifesting is 4D → 3D, not the other way round, if you change ur 4D, in your case, manifesting your summer bod, then it is absolutely inevitable it will reflect onto the 3D.

And why stress about deadlines when you already have it? No, im not tryna be annoying or push the "fake it till you make it" agenda but generally speaking, if the 4D is the reality that influences the 3D, why not acknowledge you already have your summer body instead of acknowledging lack?

And the part about your "self concept not being right", it can all be fixed. A simple mental diet & persisiting in the new story (no matter what u see in the 3D) will be soooo beneficial. And its not even the part about "but its hard though", i understand. I've been in a similar position with having a low self concept, as well as other loa bloggers, and belieiving that change was out of my reach.

The first few moments of changing your self concept may feel "hard" because you are basically flipping thoughts (e.g. doubting ur manifestation ability) that you were so used to but i promise you, litreally give it less than a week and you'll find your self concept heavily improve in no time!!

best of luck <3

[httpiastri]

having a Paul and a Pepe maiden win in a back to back week feels so surreal and kinda overwhelming but oh my god I'm so proud of them 😭😭😭 it also gave me enough motivation to edit again (despite it being my finals week 🥲) ahhh, idk why but just experiencing these wins already makes me miss this F2 season, it's such a bittersweet feeling. but hopefully even better things come next year 💙✨

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yes yes it's truly surreal! it's like the motorsport gods suddenly want to reward us for suffering though a long and difficult season? with pepaullie wins in the last three races??? we're so lucky 🥹🥹 and yes so so proud!! so happy and thankful that they all pushed through despite the hardships!!!!

ooooo editing again, i cant wait to see it 😚 and finals week?? big good luck!!! i think pepe win will give you enough luck to ace all exams 🥰 but god yes, im missing it already… dont wanna believe that its over tomorrow…… thankfully we'll get to witness more amazing pepe wins next year, i cant wait 💗

[destinygoldenstar]

THIS IS NOT AN ELLIE HATE POST, PLEASE DONT TREAT THIS LIKE I HATE ELLIE

(I don’t hate her. I just hate what she did here)

Knowing from my own life experience. Words have a strong impact on people. Even some things you think they’ll get over probably will stick with them for the rest of their lives.

No, Jake cannot be excused for his idiocy and temper problem, nor should he be. But THIS, and how he got eliminated, and how bad his relationship with Tom went, makes me firmly believe that Season 3 is gonna have him regress to be a dick on his team.

Basically, worse than he is in Season 1. Hostile towards his teammates and trusting no one, jumping to the conclusion that everyone is out to hurt him personally, and constantly whining for good measure. No not ‘evil’, but you know, a dick. An asshole no one wants to be around, so because he pushes them away so much, everyone’s gonna hate him, and him merging Season 3 is gonna be SHEER LUCK. (I will be surprised if he merges ALONE)

I’ll hate it as a Jake Stan, probably, depending on execution, BUT I think that’s where this story is going and it sounds pretty logical to me because of THIS.

And let’s face this, this main AIN’T the devil incarnate. He’s a flawed dude in Season 1. Flaws that thankfully do get pointed out. But the guy just wants to be loved. And look what happened. So it’s a “I don’t deserve love, so I’d rather push people away.” A self loathing issue.

That’s one of a couple reasons why his relationship with Tom failed. Neither love themselves. You wanna love someone, you gotta love yourself.

The only exception to all of this is Miriam, cause grandma is the best. ❤️

I have a post where I talk about WHY I consider Ellie’s speech ‘false accusations’. But if I am correct, then this is a case of psychological damage where they were wrong at the moment but BECOME true and fully applicable later because they believe it. Jake WAS a victim in season 1 but in season 3 he’s far from such and just a sponge for drama. For example. That’s what I mean.

I thought of their faces being scribbled out from ‘A Silent Voice’

In that movie the MC can’t look people in the eye because he believes everyone hates him, and he hates himself to a… suicidal level. And throughout the movie these X’s get peeled off with every person he bonds with and earns the trust of.

But idk who Jakes teammates are in the season, especially not the Season 2 characters. (As of the time of this post I’m not caught up yet) But most of you DO know, so you can just substitute the grey silhouettes in those images with those teammates. And I think it’ll work.

Also yeah, I got leaked Season 3’s designs. Whoever decided to give this guy a ponytail… I hope you got a raise cause it looked great. (I kinda prefer Ellie’s Season 1 look though tbh)

ALSO YES, THIS IS THE LAST TIME IM GONNA WHINE ABOUT THAT SCENE, I PROMISE

[himbogiants]

What's the best thing to do when stressed about exams? Study? No. Write a g/t story until 4 in the morning? Of course! This one is definitely getting a part two. And possibly three. I dont wanna go starting a new story that I'll never get around to finishing as I already have plenty of stories to work on, but I got inspiration and had to write so enjoy. (Side note I was listening to part of your world from the little mermaid before I wrote this so you'll see connections in one part)

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Part of that world: part 1

The crew had just about wrapped up their game after a good few hours of play when Theo piped up among the conversation after a sip of his drink

"Oh! I forgot to tell you all! Remember how I said I thought this place was haunted?"

Nearly everyone groaned, much to Theos frustration

"Oh okay, because we sit here every weekend playing a fantasy game but ghosts and spirits are off the table?"

Besides him Thomas rolled his eyes with a smirk

"We never claimed the game was real, Theo. Neither are ghosts."

Maisey perked up at that shaking her head

"Well..I mean I feel like there's a possibility ghosts exist just..not here Theo. I'm sure your beliefs are justified!.. and I suppose I may be bias as I don't live in this building so I wouldn't know..but this building isn't very old- and as far as I'm aware, thankfully nobody's died here...yet."

Before anyone else could make their arguments Theo continued

"Yes yes! Well I'll have you know ouiji boards exist and it wouldn't surprise me if one of the neighbours dabbled in the dark arts before, my bets on Helen from 2B upstairs. Anyways!! What I wanted to say was, I bought cameras, for the kitchen to start with. I might get more but the kitchen seems to have the most evidence of supernatural so"

Thomas laughed from across the table

"Dude. You're crazy. You sure you're not high again?"

Henry who never usually pitched into conversations like this even had something to say, in his usual brooding manner- though he was Theos flatmate so his words were necessary in this matter

"You bought cameras and I'm only being informed now? You do realise rent is due in two weeks? You better not have wasted all your money."

Theo made gestures of neglect with his hands, shoving off the comment.

"Oh relax, you'll get the money man. They were off some dingy website. And I only set them up yesterday so no need to worry about privacy. I haven't even turned them on yet. But tonight. Tonight I get my answers!"

Sadie, adjusted her hair and snorted "yep. He's insane. I think the finals coming up are starting to get to you Theo."

Theo stood with a look of finality, clapping his hands together.

"Say what you will, but tonight we shall see, and you shall weep of embarrassment. Ye of little faith. For now, I belive we can wrap up this campaign for this evening, I do need to get these cameras on after all."

And so the crew packed it up, all wishing their goodbyes Thomas pairing off with Sadie, grabbing a box of takeout from the table with them. Maisey after giving Henry a kiss and Theo a hug made her way to the door only to stop before hand

"Best of luck with the cameras, Theo. Despite everything, I'll be curious to see if you find anything. Night guys!"

When all had left Theo shut the door to face a disgruntled Henry who regarded him with folded arms.

"Aw come on pal, don't gimme that. Listen I know you think I'm crazy but just, trust me on this! Things going missing, noises in the kitchen, voices in the walls?!"

Henry pinched his nose and sighed, pushing up his glasses.

"That isn't a ghost, Theon. It's rats. And as for voices, they're either an effect of marijuana or squeaking. Besides, I've already got it covered. You may have noticed the traps I've set."

Theo grumbled at this, his roommate ever so logical.

"Yeah I've seen 'em. Rich of you to comment on me wasting money when you bought all those!"

Henry shut his eyes, it was clear Theo was testing his limits- of which wore thin. He exhaled deeply through his nose

"It's a rational assumption Theon. Especially since rat's are real. And you should know I value cleanliness. I won't have some vermin lurking about if I can do something about it."

Theo took a mouthful of noodles from an open box, finishing it off and depositing it in the trash. He swallowed and met Henry's eyes.

"Well, one of us is right. And one is wrong. Let's let the camera decide."

Henry's face fell flat with a tiresome expression. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Part of him praying the tech would show some full proof footage to finally shut his friend up.

"Goodnight, Theo."

In the end. Both boys were wrong. Though a judgemental eye would say Henry's theory was not far off. Pitter patters raced through the walls, from four small sets of feet. One pair slower than the other.

"Daphne! Wait up!"

But the other pair persisted, destination and goal in mind and on path.

The male voice breathed out harshly

"Come on Daph! You know I'm not as fast at you!"

Suddenly the other pair stopped and the small borrower boy came crashing into them -or rather her- with an 'oof'. But the girl didn't say a thing, only looked out in awe

"There it is Riven. The kitchen.."

Riven came to her side.

"You..you say this everytime you know that?..look, I've got a bad feeling about tonight I think it's best we make this quick."

Daphne turned with a raised brow and smirk to her friend

"You're not getting cold feet now, are you?"

Riven shook his head incredulously

"N-no! Of course not. Just, Daph.. I have a bad feeling is all. You seen the traps yesterday, right? And before you say it I know you'd never fall for them! B-but still! It's.. unnerving to picture. I just wanna be careful about this!"

Daphne wasn't phased by this and only smiled brighter

"Crazy right? Humans are so creative with their traps. I'd love to get my hands on one, I'm sure they'd be interesting to dismantle.."

Riven paled

"I..did I just hear you right? Gods Daphne they're deathtraps! Those things can and will kill us!"

Daphne rolled her eyes shrugging him off, ready to hurry off before Riven latched onto her arm.

"Please Daphne..just..just be careful. I wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you. Plus your father would do a lot worse to me than any trap could ever achieve."

Daphnes features softened and she pulled her friend into a hug.

"Alright Riven..I won't be long tonight. Or even 'foolish'" She mocked her fathers voice on that last word and continued

"Besides, Father doesn't even know we come here. He's too busy with the others. I dont even think he knows we come here. We aren't on the borrowing squad after all." She huffed, deadpanning with a mumble "He made sure of that much"

Riven eased

"Good. Though, no offense Daph..but I kinda get his precautions..no matter how good you are. You tend to get carried away.."

Daphne frowned at this, though her casual smirk founds its footing again, grabbing her friends arms and leaving through their secret exit out onto the counter tops.

Moonlight lit the kitchen and a tickling of a clock resounded through the quiet expanse.

The pair exited, one much faster than the other.

Daphne twirled around in glee as Riven was pulled along.

"Come on! Come on!"

Riven stumbled out almost falling forward, he grabbed his friend for support pulling himself up

"Daph! C-calm down!"

She hurried along, practically dancing about, basking in the moonlight. So many possibilities and so little time! Where to start was the question plaguing her most.

It didn't take long to figure out, Daphne was a very distracted girl after all.

She got loose of Rivens hold and her eyes lit up.

"Oh my gosh..Riven look.." She whispered.

Just before her sat the most peculiar thing. It was circular- almost like a button? But metal? An it had jagged sort of edges.

"It almost like a..bowl? Is that what humans call it?"

She knelt down gently and traced her fingers over it in awe, before picking it up and twisting it over. It's red sleek shine reflected in the dim lighting and as another bonus it was surprising light!  On the back there was an intricate design, words?

"C-o-k-e"

She sounded it out coming to the conclusion that it sounded 'coh-keh'

Riven inspected it too tilting his head

"I think it might be off a drink? You know..like a lid thing?"

Daphnes eyes lit up

"It's absolutely beautiful. And it's just.. lying here.."

Riven interupted before she could continue already sensing where her mind was headed.

"Daphne, no."

Daphne pouted

"Oh come on Riv! Clearly it isn't that important. They just left it here after all! And I know just where it will go in the collection."

Riven tried to reason but he knew it was a lost cost, so he resorted to excuses.

"I-its too big though! It won't fit in your satchel and you'll never be able to get past the guards with that button. They think we are scouting after all. If you come back with a borrow that big your father will know."

Daphne once more didn't seem bother by this, if anything she seemed determined.

"Nonsense. Humans leaves stuff outside all the time. I'll say I brought it home as a reward for my labour. You really think the guards will argue with the daughter of the chief?" She quipped.

"Possibly Daph..they're quite rude. Listen, we've never been here during the day. We don't know the humans, their attitudes or routine. Perhaps this cap is here for a reason. And if not that, then it must be some sort of test. You seen the traps. They think they have rats. Maybe they want to mess with them?"

At this Daphne faltered. Her eyes filled with dismay as she heeded her friends advice. Sure, it was amazing. Sure, she longed to take it home..but..her friend mattered more. It was already dangerous enough dragging him here with her. Leaving the treasure could be a compromise of sorts to make sure he kept coming with her. He was her only friend after all, and she would never want to loose him.

"Okay" She sighed placing it down.

"Gods I wish I was on the borrowing squad. If only I could convince father." She turned to her friend

"You know sometimes, they go during the day! They actually see humans..I mean..could you imagine?"

Riven swallowed, clearly not sharing her interest in seeing such large beings up close.

"Humans are so.."

"Dangerous?" Riven offered, to which Daphne chuckled lightly

"Yes.. I suppose..but gosh..just look at this stuff Riv..it's amazing..it's so creative and wonderful. I just..don't see how world that makes such wonderful things, could be so bad?"

Riven gave a look of pity. He took her hand a guided her to the edge, sitting down to which she obliged.

"It's not the creations that's are bad..it's who makes them..sure, there is cool stuff like that thingy, but then again, there is traps. Poison. All sorts of dangers. But I get it, Daph. It is pretty interesting, just dangerous. But for what it's worth, you'd make a fantastic borrower."

He did truly believe it- only part of him hated the thought. She was agile, quick and fast! But she was far too fascinated with humans, and that would only lead to one thing. He shivered at the thought.

They sat in silence as the listened to the clock tick, but with Daphne quiet never lasted very long.

"Yknow, I hear humans are kinda like borrowers."

Riven couldn't picture that. The height difference was staggering enough, but he was willing to hear her out.

"Apparently, when they need stuff, they leave their homes and return with bags full of supplies! It's like they have some sort of hidden storage facilities that has never ending supplies. Could you imagine?"

Riven cocked his head

"Really? I always pictured they traded stuff. Like.." He was shocked to find his next words leaving his mouth "Like us."

"I wonder what they trade then. One time outside I saw the most fantastic object. It was like that shiny red thing over there, only it was a different colour and completely flat! Kinda silvery? Like metal. Oh and it had a face on it!" At her friends bewildered look she laughed once more

"It's true! Anyways.. part of me reckoned they traded with those. I never seen another, so assumed it was rare. And I couldn't take it home because well..Father. It would've made a fine addition to the collection."

Riven smiled, but then a thought came over him. They'd been here quite a while- and this was meant to be a short visit. He did have a bad feeling in his gut after all.

"H-hey..I dont mean to cut things short. But we should head back now."

Daphne faltered as he stood up, hesitant to do so.

"We've only been here a little while!"

She watched his shoulders fall as he released a withheld breath

"I know but I trust my gut Daph..we should head home. Especially if we wanna be up early tomorrow"

It was Daphnes turn to be confused. Up early? Riven raised a brow as if to prompt her memory, but when he got no avail he solved her inner dilemma.

"We've got scouting at dawn, remember?"

Immediately Daphne rose to her feet in shock. "Right!! Oh gods how could I forget? I'm so foolish- come on then let's get out of here!"

Together the pair hurried off, but before they made it to the exit something caught her eye.

A small box with a blinking light. Riven was already in the wall ahead of her, but she stopped.

And slowly made her way over, with awe and caution.

What was this?

She paused before it, it was a big enough contraption, it went up to her rib area in height. She examined the strange box utterly enchanted. How was she only seeing this now?!

She got down on her knees to see an odd glassy circle in its core.

She tapped it once and skittered away immediately expecting a reaction, but it remained still, it's light persistent in its blinking.

She heard Riven coming back as he hopped back through

"Daphne! There you are! You scared me for a sec, I was talking to myself in there and I- what are you doing?"

He approached her before he too came to a halt.

"Um..Daph..what is that?"

Daphne who was starstruck only whispered

"No idea Riv..but its incredible."

Riven glared down at it. Something about the red light felt like warning signal.

"L-lets go Daph..this feels wrong."

She was instant to defend her newest find when Riven assured her they could return to see it again. She hesitantly agreed, as Riven pulled her away from it and guided her back to the wall. The whole way there, she didn't let it leave her sights once.

How peculiar..

Theo awoke the next morning. Ah, Sunday. Such a blasted day. A much appreciated break (if one didn't have to study), but a reminder that college resumed the next day. He lay back in his bed as the morning sun drifted in and bird song whistled about. Now..what was on today's agenda?

The d&d campaign didn't resume until next week when everyone was free again, so his efforts as dungeon master could take a break. He had no assignments. Odd. He was sure there was something about today that was incredibly important to him.

He turned on his phone and a video he fell asleep watching resumed.

'Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Demonic Possession of the Conjuring House

Seemed about right. He was pretty restless last night after his conversation with Henry-

Wait.

He sprung up immediately, his sheets billowing on the floor.

"The cameras!!"

He skidded out into the hall, almost slipping over his pyjamas as he hurried down to the kitchens to his cameras.

He was so excited. Proving people wrong was fun but proving Henry wrong? Now that was a celebration to behold.

This is not the way a normal person should act to their home being haunted- but if anything Theo wanted to witness the wandering spirits more than anything.

He slammed open the kitchen door and instantly scooped up camera one, the view of the dining area. He uploaded its content to his phone and pressed play, watching with bated breath.

Only to falter..in the corner on fast play it read the time. It got all the way to the current hour and absolutely nothing happened.

Ok..not great.

But there was still hope!!

Betting on the second camera he held his phone inches from his face watching for signs of something, anything!!

But there was absolutely nothing. Just the endless image of the cooker.

He felt his shoulders droop as he picked up camera three, questioning if it was even worth it. He sighed sitting back as he played the recording, anxiousness building in his stomach at the thoughts of his friends laughing at him. He usually didn't mind it, his theories were extreme after all. But this time he really hoped to be correct.

And somehow his prayers were answered.

And not in anyway he ever expected.

His eyes widened, his jaw slacked and he stood immediately, knocking the chair to the ground.

"Holy fuck!"

Two tiny figures stepped out onto the counter at two a.m. His heart was positively pounding, the phone fell from his hands, which he scrambled to catch, falling to the floor.

He sprung up almost leaping as he crashed into the cupboards.

"HENRY! HENRY!!! GET IN HERE!"

Henry was tired. In general and of his roommate's shit. He cared for him dearly, but some days he longed to move in permanently with Maisey. Anything to escape his madness- anything to escape mornings like this.

Of course he knew what he was being so urgently summoned for. Theon believed his blasted little cameras saw a ghost. If he were in better moods he wouldve played along to make it easier. But he was rather dull this morning. He longed for caffeine more than anything. Though there was no getting near the delicacy without Theon getting in the way.

He snatched his glasses, a sour expression painted his face. Better get it over and done with then.

He marched out into the kitchen, to find his roommate clutching his head as he stared down to his phone in shock.

"Theon, I swear, you're getting on my last nerve. You didn't see a bloody ghost."

But his friend simply shook his head- in agreement, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second.

"You're right. I didn't."

Henry hitched at this, Theon admiting he was wrong? That wasn't something that happened everyday. He decided to entertain his nonsense.

"Alright. You got my attention. What is it?"

Theon looked up from his phone

"Something much better. Call everyone get them here now. No time to loose. Go quickly!!"

Henry was taken a back, and frustrated to say the least but while Theon usually pulled stunts like this, this one seemed awfully genuine. He grabbed his phone.

It was thirty minutes later when the others arrived much to Theons dismay. They sure did take their time. But in that half an hour he hadn't moved. He simply kept rewinding- annoying the daylights out of his roommate who was getting more impatient about his outstanding discovery by the second. They were so small, so fragile..so very impossible. But it would appear more so, improbable. He dissected each frame harbouring any detail he could. Unfortunately for him the recording was black and white- part of night vision filter he guessed- he couldn't exactly make out their appearances but the were so human. There eyes both glowed from the recording so judging their actual eye colour was near impossible. It was almost the same with skin colour though the boy seemed quite tan, the girl pale. The boys messy hair was definitely dark brown, the girls looked to be a blonde? Or red? He couldn't distinguish it, but it was tied back in a ponytail that swished around around her excitement. Their clothes were also a point of interest, looking like sew scrap fabric. He couldn't imagine having to make his own clothing, albeit he was crafty but not that crafty.

He didn't want to spoil the surprise to his roommate so he kept the volume off, waiting to hear what these two had to say in the company of his crew. If they could even say anything that is.. he really hoped they could. It was eating him inside, if they could speak what language was it? An entirely new one? English? What did they sound like? They seemed to be a different species all together. His patience was at a loose end, he kept asking Henry every five minutes if their friends had arrived yet, which led to no avail.. and almost resulted in Henry shattering his coffee mug in fury.

But then the knock came and Theo sprung up whipping it open and ordering them to follow without any other explanation.

Once he had them all gathered he sat them down in their living room and shut them all up before they could start ranting about time or bombarding him with questions.

"Alright alright. Now I'm sure you're wondering why you're all here at eight a.m on a Sunday morning."

"Yeah, I'd love to know pal!" Thomas quipped sarcastically only for Sadie to continue "This is insane Theo. It's too early for this."

Theo almost faltered but he knew what they were about to see would shut their traps. Maisey yawned from beside Henry

"Please, Theo, it's quite early. I understand you're excited but..just..yeah"

Theo smiled at her, appreciating her acknowledgement only to clap and almost jump with a start.

"Right then. As you may remember for last night I believed there to be ghosts in this apartment. Specifically the kitchen."

"Oh jesus, this?! Man, this better be good" Thomas groveled.

"Well, I didn't find any ghosts, but I found something much better."

He screen mirrored his phone to the TV and pressed play.

Two a.m hit and he slowed it down.

Everyone was silent, and Thomas was about to break said silence when his eyes widened.

He sat up instantly. Henry spat out his coffee. Maisey squeaked. Sadie's jaw was on the floor.

Theos grin went from ear to ear as he finally grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. The big reveal. Please. Please

'Come on! Come on!' 'Daph! C-calm down!' 'Oh my gosh..Riven look'

The group sat in shocked silence, nobody dared interupt the little beings as the girl discovered a lid from a coke bottle. Theo, Sadie and Thomas all found a smile playing at their lips at her pronouncement of the word, the other two looked as if they'd lost all their brain cells- which was terrible as they were the smartest of the bunch. The mini duo marveled at the trash, the conversation moving on to her taking it to her collection. Then to her father- so there was more of them!

Theo couldn't help but catch how the boy spoke of 'humans' with such uncertainty. But absolutely adored how the girls eyes sparkled at the mere idea of them..of people like him. She..she reminded him of himself.

Henry despite his shock admired the boys intelligence for watching out for possible dangers, and could feel pity knowing exactly how it felt to have an over-the-top friend himself. Surely the square cube law outruled any possibility of tiny people yet here they were..

Sadie who too was floored, found the girl amusing, she was a proper Disney princess with how she was acting..all she needed was an animal sidekick. She was so curious about everything and it made her wonder the girls age. She looked old enough but younger than her. Same for the boy.

Maisey was in awe, as was everyone but this was something she couldn't describe..that's science couldn't even describe. She couldn't quite comprehend it all but she was trying her best. A whole society of tiny people.

Thomas was gonna explode. He was like a ticking bomb. This was absolutely insane. Guilt fell over him for his doubts in Theo but knowing how his friend usually was he felt he was justified. He'd been that way since they were kids. This was one of the rare times he'd been right.. not about ghosts..but of something supernatural being in his home. Thomas felt a smile pull on his face as he watched the antics of the duo, reminding him of his own friends. He'd very much like to meet them..

The girl being the daughter of a chief, her awe of human creation, the boys fear of it.. her longing to be on the borrowing squad. And the boys comfort that she'd make an excellent borrower..

Theos eyes lit up as a whole new wave of possibilities and excitement fell down upon him.

Namely when and how he would meet his new little borrower friends.

[pespillo]

Hey im very curious how do you recommend to start an au?, i know that you are not a teacher and that but i really like your acolyte au, thanks if you answer this!!!

this is kind of like asking How to play Tuoys because i mean i dont think theres really a Wrong way to write an au , its just a matter of what prompts you to it n how far you wanna take it !!

i think its always good to start small, pose yourself a question, usually Alternate Universes tend to come from simply moving a few pieces around n following where they would logistically fall into a timeline given, example: What would happen if King´s birth place was not found by Eda first? -> what would the other characters do in this situation giving in the context? -> what would change about their motives and personalities?

also an AU differs from simply being a canon compliant fanfiction because youre usually changing up either roles of the characters, or putting them in a different context (aka AU everyone is in space,everyone is a human,everyone is a warrior cat etc etc), or changing an event drastically enough you would notice it. Sometimes AUs are great places to start when you want to explore a concept you were always thinking about in an original story but have a hard time picturing how it would play out from beginning to end (working on Acolyte AU has helped me push my ocs thru the cogs more)

some people like their AUs in a clean timely manner, theyll start from the begginning and work thru it event to event and scene to scene, they can write it or they can draw it, some make askblogs too !

im more of a guy where i work on whatever scene and event interests me and i figure out thru the moment taking in mind what ive already worked in before, i jump around in the timeline, i dont want to really write it chapter by chapter because it feels tedious to my workflow, i dont want to Plan around it because this is something i draw for my own entertainment, im not looking to sell anything or like this could be logistically read as a fan-series of the og, its more about a collection of vignettes into my own lil reinterpretation with the things i Like.

i hope this helped a bit , i mean as i said, its really hard to mess up, i mean i cant even judge anyone who pushes an AU to the point every character is unrecognizable from the original, because there is always fun in thinking what if literally everything was pushed out of bounds of where it started, or make One character just completely offrails, it can be really funny. Though i will say , exercise a bit of caution whenever you push anything as a "rewrite" of something, do this because its fun to you, not because you wanna "prove" to anyone in the fandom "how good " you are at something or making something you perceive as a flaw "better", people can shoot down your expectations or give you feedback you dont really look for n you open yourself to unnecessary comparisons, just saying, its a tough world out there.

good luck!

[onyxolay]

Archie meets Kritten part 5: a dark past come to light

Archie starred at the lit Nether portal for a good five minutes trying to figure out what the hell it was doing there, as he was trying to make a conclusion to this sudden issue Kritten woke up and tiredly walked over to Archie at the door. “Archie…what are you liking a- ….Archie what the fu-“ “Listen man I don’t know how this got here I just woke up not even twenty minutes ago. I don’t remember making any portals last night…Did you perhaps wanna go back home for something?” Kritten looked at Archie in disbelief at what he said. Kritten? Wanting to go back home to that god awful place where Bungus and Uggub could be roaming any where? Hell no! “Archie- no! I’ve already said that I don’t wanna go back there and for your information THIS is my home! With you!” Archie smiled, “Awwww Kritten!! That was so sweet..! Anyways, if you didn’t do it then who did?” Archie thought for a moment, it could have been Ollie; but Archie knows damn well that he wouldn’t have built the portal right in front of the house. “Kritten,” “Yes Archie?” “Go get my my sword and go grab your cross bow.” Kristen raised a brow, “why?” “Cause…” Archie said, “we’re gonna investigate what going on!”

Kritten froze for a moment while getting his cross bow and looked down nervously, Archie turned to Kritten and asked: “hey man, what’s the matter?” Kritten gulps and replies, “w-well it’s just that…I don’t wanna go back there…” “well then you don’t have to. I’ve managed the Nether on my own won’t of times before, I got this!” “A-are you sure?” “Yes of course! Stay here though and wait for me okay?” “Yes sir!” Archie laughed, “you don’t have to do that every time I tell you to do something you know!” “Just showing you that I respect you my dearest freind…Here’s your sword and good luck!!” “Thank you shortie! Bye!” “Bye!- wait what-?” Kritten sat there confused for a minute, before Ollie made fun of him and Kritten came to the realization that he was in fact three inches shorter than Archie.

Meanwhile Archie ventured through the portal and ended up in a warped forest. At the end of that warped forest though was a edge, said edge led to a 97 block drop down to a large lake of lava. Archie looked at it in amazement but then almost got startled off of the edge when he heard a deep voice from a little ways behind him. Archie turns around to investigate when he sees Bungus, Uggub and some other piglins marching towards the portal the and just came through. He runs toward them, stoping them in their tracks. “STOP!!!” Archie yelled, the piglins looked down at him, Uggub just looked pissed off. “What are you doing illager! Move out of our way!” Bungus said. “No!” Archie spat back, “Move away from the portal! Or else I’ll destroy it!!” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Watch me bitch!”

Archie jumps through the portal and breaks it on the other side. Archie goes back into his house and sits on the he four of breath, he sees Kritten asleep and smiles. “Aww…” he had to admit, he had come to find the piglin kinda cute. His personality, his amazing smarts, it really impressed Archie. Archies train of admiring thoughts was interrupted though when he hears his door break down. “WHERE ARE YOU- Oh there you are~” Thord pins him to the bed putting a knife to his neck. “What the fu- HOW DID YOU FIND MY HOUSE?!” “That doesn’t matter now! I’ve come to kill you!!!”

Just then Kritten wakes up to see what’s going on. He sees pinned by Thord and immediately sees red… “HEY! GET OFF IF HIM!” Kritten try’s to attack Thord but gets pushed back. “DONT! This evil king is gonna die for all that he’s done!” Kristen was confused, Archie looked horrified. “Evil king..? Archie, what is he talking about?” Archie looked at Kritten and then started Thord pissed off. “Thord..don’t you dare..!” Thord snickers, “Come on Archie~ tell your little boyfriend what you did!” “Archie what the hell is going on?!” “Oh so you’re not gonna tell him..? Well I guess I AM then!” “N-!” Archie was tied up and Thord sat down. “You see Kritten…after Archie over here was banished he became a king with a fortress and everything! He made all of us illagers his servants, he wasn’t Exsactly benevolent either… He even made some villagers his slaves! It’s got so bad the only friend he had at the time dropped him!” Archie was in tears and pissed off beyond belief… He was scared of How Kritten may react, he was hoping that even after hearing all of this about him Kritten wouldn’t think of him differently.

When Archie turned to looked at Kritten, Kritten looked at Archie, he asks: “Did you actually do all of that…?” “I-I-“ Kritten looked at Thord angrily, “GET OUT! LEAVE!” Thord leaves chuckling and Kritten and Archie sit in ski center for a moment… Kritten breaks the silence by asking the same question again, “did you really do all of that..?” Archie was nervous and Honestly kinda scared. He didn’t want Kritten, the best friend he had, to think of him any differently and end up loosing him. As Archie was panicking everything stoped when Kritten had hugged him. “H-huh-“ “I don’t blame you for anything…I haven’t done any better trust me, so don’t worry. I’m not mad at you or anything…” “a-are you sure-? I-I did so many bad things-!” “Shhh it’s okay..text me I’m not any better.. it’s one of the reason why I love you so much Archie, we are one in the same..” “what..?”

@multifandomidiot01

[demadogs]

You know way more abou this than I do so you're the perfect person to ask. Do you think it's still possible for season 5 of stranger things to come out in 2024? Because the general consensus seems to be now that it will be pushed back to 2025, but that would be a 3 year gap, just like the gap between seasons 3 and 4. But the reason the gap between 3 and 4 took so long was because:

1) they had to suspend filming for more than half a year due to covid, and then they had to film more slowly because of covid measures,

2) they filmed in many different locations meaning that there were gaps between filming scenes from each group since the directors and crew travelled back and forth I guess, and also building sets takes time; but season 5 will all be filmed in the same place so it will take less time,

3) season 4 was almost double lenght compared to season 3, meaning that filming obviously took way more months, but again, they said season 5 episodes will be shorter.

I know post production an editing will be just as long as it was after season 4, but I think filming will be considerably shorter, thus season 5 releasing in 2024 still being very possible (I'd love for it to be on summer since I hyperfixate on this show for months each time a new season comes out so I need it to be on holidays otherwise I'll fail all my exams lmao but I guess I'm asking for too much 😔)

i actually dont know much more than you do to be honest! but i do think 2024 is a good bet and if i had to be specific, im guessing fall. they said they want to go back to the feel of season one so i think it would be very fitting if after the time skip its set in fall. that would make it likely come out in fall 24 (thats not guaranteed tho. s4 was set in spring but came out in summer).

like you said, covid is the main reason the wait was so fucking long. they started filming in february 2020 so they had really bad luck. they barely shot anything and had to wait months to get back. im not sure the different locations played that huge of a role in how much time it extended the filming. they could have had different crew for different settings so they could film russia stuff at the same time as hawkins stuff or something like that. honestly not sure though i could be wrong.

you make a good point about this season being extra long too, but covid allowed them to write the entire season before they started filming so they may have been able to film more at a faster pace since everything was already written.

i dont think you should assume that post production will take the same amount that it did for s4 tho. we have to take into account that its the last season and they always up their visual effects game every time so post production work could take a verrrry long time and they may, and probably will, be doing completely new things which will take more time. will said vecna is hurting but he’s still alive so vecna probably will have a whole new look to him. if they wanna give him a destroyed gross mushy kinda vibe similar to the s3 flesh monster, they wouldnt be able to accomplish that entirely through practical effects like they did vecna this season, so that would extend the post production a huge amount. theres also the whole post apocalyptic vibe that theyll probably be going for in s5. s4 ended with the upside down basically swallowing hawkins so those spore things may be in every outside shot. all that red lighting and clouds may be in every episode. the upside down are real sets but they still gotta animate the vines and make them moving and wet and gross and again, that could be every single episode.

so to sum up, i do think 2024 is likely it just may not be until the fall. i would really love if it was released on november 6th.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships dont mind if I just dump a lil song here I wrote just now in the middle of the night almost half asleep 😍

Didn't notice you open the door

Couldn't hear your knock

I hate for you to see me like this

Just me and my luck

If I were you, I'd get out like nothing happened

Just leave me be to figure myself out

Don't ask questions, just walk away on me

And close the door on your way out

Cause I don't know how to push this down

Though it's all I do

I should become the shoulder you lean on

I said I'll stand even though I'm breaking

But I'm on a fight in which I'm losing

Don't get a say in what they're taking

They just do..

And I hope to God the storm is over

So I'd be the sun to your endless winter

But how can I wipe your tears when I'm breaking down myself?

I want you to know that I'm trying

Cause it's all I've got

On the thread I'm hanging from

Almost everything was lost

I'm breaking and I'm standing

Constellations are exploding

But you've still got a friend in me

Maybe til' the end of time?

Cause I'm not sure how long I'll make it past

The world is cruel so I wanted to leave

But god, you made it so right for me to go

I'm overdoing it, you should be on your way

If it's all too much I'm not asking you to stay

But you've got to know that I'm trying

'Cause it's all I have

How come you're still here, and listening

Depite everything I've lacked

I'm breaking, but I'm standing

A promise in the making

That you've still got a friend in me

...

I'm scared, I'm terrified

That I might lose myself

I'm all too mortified

Think I might need some help

I don't wanna do this to you

Just let me push it down

Don't let my pain take over you

Or you might have to walk out..

Still I hope you know I'm trying

'Cause you're all I've got

On a rope I'm close to letting go

You're the reason I still have not

We're breaking, but we're standing

An oath by blood that we're sealing

That you've got a friend in me..

Atleast til' the end of time