#feeling pretty defeated rn

[magiccowboyhat]

I found out yesterday that for the past couple of years I've been drawing on the most smallest canvas size imaginable (much smaller than I initially thought), and none of my work can ever be decently printed. I now have to recreate a new drawing process from scratch (because I would love to print my art someday), so that I can draw on a much bigger canvas and still get the nasty messy pixely look that I know and love.

I feel pretty stupid about it And I feel like I just lost everything. Yes I cried.

Note : also for this reason I will be taking down the 3 items I had in my shop bc even though they're not selling and I never do any promo for it anyway, I wouldn't wanna risk accidentally selling something low quality. So shop closed!

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

I find it a little annoying when it’s obvious that creators can’t make jokes without fanbases claiming it as “canon” immediately and forever.

Like if I were to make a story about some guy name Greg who works at a desk job or something, and then I make a joke on social media that’s like “oh yeah, haha, Greg also religiously worships Danny Gonzales” and then every time someone doesn’t draw Greg with a shine for Danny on is desk in fanart, they get flooded with comments saying “um actually 🤓☝️…” and everyone goes around saying it’s canon that Greg worships Danny as his lord and savior and goes to Danny church every Monday. Like. No. That was obviously a joke.

[orcelito]

Experienced biiiig big plot twist things in tales of arise. I am fucking Reeling. That was so good but also so. So much. Oh my God...

[lucifer-kane]

Trying to figure out if the next painting I do is an oc thing or a fanart thing and I’m bouncing back and forth rapidly

[ryukatters]

9:18 PM — s. geto ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

content: fluff, friends to lovers, sort of self-ship coded, reader dates (shitty) men

pairing: suguru geto x gn! reader

a/n: got suguru on da brain rn. my first work for him! hello geto nation how we doin?? also i had to fight my autocorrect bc it kept changing geto to ghetto 😔

“Surely, you must lack respect for yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me," your best friend scoffs. 

It's not uncommon for you to end up at Suguru's doorstep, teary-eyed and sputtering after another failed attempt at romance. But he's hardly ever this mean. 

"What's so great about these guys? Tell me."

"They're...nice."

He sighs out your name in exasperation. He never uses that tone on you, ever. "You're literally miles out of their league. And they can't even afford to pay for both of your meals. How many times have you had to pick up the check for you and your date?”

You open your mouth to retort but wisely keep it shut. Suguru merely raises an eyebrow. 

"Exactly. How can someone be ugly and broke? Then still have the audacity to reject you? Pick a struggle."

"Well excuse me, mister 'I don't need dating apps because everyone just comes to me.' Not everyone is as fortunate as you are when it comes to romantic prospects." 

You're starting to question why you even came here in the first place. Indignation fills you as you slump down on Geto's couch, utterly defeated. 

He sits down next to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee with an even gentler look in his eyes. Your best friend's always been so kind, so thoughtful. That, paired with the fact that he's pretty easy on the eyes makes it easy to understand why he has suitors flocking from left and right. 

"Hey," he calls out, giving your knee a light squeeze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"'s fine."

"No, it's not. It was insensitive of me.”

You know what else isn't fine? Geto wants to ask. The fact that you don't know what kind of guy you deserve. He wills himself to keep quiet, for both of your sakes. 

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something. That you have some karmic lessons you need to learn and all that. You say that all the time."

"I don't know. Maybe...maybe love just isn't in the cards for me, Suguru. I mean, what else could all of this mean?" 

You sniffle, and Suguru can feel his heart break into a million little pieces. He wants nothing more than to scoop up the shards and present them to you, in hopes that you can somehow press them back together to make it whole again. The same way you always come running back to him, the same way you trust him to mend your own heart time after time with gentle praise and reassurance. 

"Maybe every heartbreak is just bringing you closer to 'the one,’" he offers, the hand that was previously on your knee now rubbing comforting circles on your back.

"Do you honestly believe in that shit, Suguru?" He doesn't blame you for being so cynical. He would be too, he thinks. 

"I do," he professes without missing a single beat. 

"How?" Not why, but how? How could he possibly understand? How would he know if fate's thrown his so-called one and only his way?

"Because I've felt it," he hums. 

“You… have?” You’re not sure why you feel so disappointed all of a sudden. Why should you care if your best friend’s in love with someone?

“Why do you feel the need to look so far for love?” He counters.

“I…”

“Why don’t you try looking at what’s right in front of you for a change?”

That’s about as far as Suguru’s willing to lay it out for you— he hopes you can read in between the lines. Call it insurance— a way for him to spare his own feelings in case you decide he’s unworthy of your affection and toss him to the side of the road.

“Suguru, I’m not sure I understand what you’re trying to say…”

Yes, you do. Suguru wants to say. Just think a little harder. 

There’s a pregnant pause.

When he realizes that you’re unwilling to take another step forward, he figures he needs to just take the leap. Fuck the insurance. He needs to do as he says and prove to you that the trail of heartbreak behind you is all going to be worth it. Because you have him. Suguru can only hope that his love will be more than enough to heal you from a lifetime's worth of pain. 

“Give me a chance,” he whispers, his hands enveloping yours as he brings them up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “Please. I’ll show you how you deserve to be treated, how you deserve to be loved.”

You gasp, unsure how to receive such a confession— especially one from Suguru, nonetheless. The two of you stay frozen for what seems like an eternity. You— afraid, inexperienced with being on the receiving end of anything remotely romantic. Suguru— tense, confession lying heavy in the room. It weighs down his soul with each passing moment he’s not yours. 

“Please,” he pleads, feeling the way your hands tremble in his. Or was it the other way around?

Fear begins to gnaw at Suguru’s insides, thoughts of losing you plaguing his mind as he wills himself to stay calm. He wants nothing more than to shrink into himself— until he hears you speak, tone light and teasing.

“Promise you won’t make me pay for our dinner on our first date?”

Suguru allows himself to let out a genuine chuckle, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[im4rmy]

your first time together - jaemin (idol AU)

IMAGINE: he rents a room in a hotel to have a really nice dinner but your mind is somewhere else.

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• you sighed deeply to gain the strenght that seems to have left your body: you worked your ass off for 12 hours at the hospital where you were doing your specialization. but holy shit were you tired.

• you were used to long shifts, you loved your job and usually even 20 hours of work were easily manageable but today- even getting ready for your date with the most attractive man you ever met in your life was HARD.

• getting all dolled-up and choosing an outfit was one of your favourite activities and the idea of having a fancy dinner in an expensive hotel was great but your body was really struggling rn, in front of the location where jaemin was waiting for you.

• you took the elevator to reach the room jaemin texted you about and sighed again, getting ready to be charming and sexy for him. you liked him a lot tbh but of course you only had a few dates together and you were basically still strangers.

• jaemin opened the door of the room to welcome you in and the bright smile he gave you made your shoulders relax instantly. his presence was really comforting.

• "hi pretty" "hi jaemin, you look very handsome, as always"

• he laughed letting you in (to hide the butterflies that threatened to climb up through his throat) and taking your coat for you. "you're stunning, as always. i'm sorry, i know it looks very suspicious to have dinner in this room rather than the restaurant but-" "oh you don't need to explain, i saw the amount of people that are hanging in the hall. i like it here, it's more quiet"

• he smiled again and guided you to take a seat at the table. you looked around and- that wasn't just a room, it was a suite, with a living room and a kitchen and probably two or more bedrooms.

• the dinner was going on smoothly as always, he was funny and charming. you could listen to him talking all day long without getting tired, but tonight your body was failing you and your legs hurt so much it was distracting.

• "are you okay?"

• you looked up at him and smiled. "of course! um... what were you saying?"

• he didn't answer and looked at you unconvinced, but resumed his discourse nevertheless.

• "omg i'm sorry, hold on a second. i really need to-" you got up abruptly startling him and you shamelessly took off your black heels and exhaled loudly, letting your feet enjoy the freedom.

• jaemin looked at you with wide eyes, shocked by your sudden and weird change of character. you sighed and came back to your seat, giving another bite at your perfectly cooked steak. "you were talking about the shooting. what happened then?"

• he just stared at you for a while, starstrucked. then he tilted his head. "how many hours did you work today?"

• you blinked. "i told you" "i feel like you lied to me tho"

• you held his gaze for a bit, but then you collapsed on the chair and sighed in defeat. "twelve"

• jaemin's eyes widened. "WHAT?" he got on his feet immediately and walked around to stand behind you. when you feel his hands on your bare shoulders you flinch, but relax immediately after.

• "w-what are you doing?" "you need to rest, what the hell were you thinking? i would've never invited you here knowing how tired you are!"

• you know what he means but you decide to tease him, trying to focus while his hands massage your skin and above all... trying not to moan, for god sake. "are you saying that i'm not pretty enough when i'm tired?"

• he laughs loudly and you can't see him but you feel his gorgeous smile shining behind you. and when he leans forward to whisper directly in your ear, you swear your heart flips in excitement.

• "you're truly a menace... i should watch my mouth, don't i?"

• you want to answer but his said mouth finds its spot around your earlobe and every possible word dies in your throat. he continues his journey down your neck until his lips reach your shoulder. and you finally moan.

• "ah, here it is. i'm waiting to hear you like this since we met, baby" "you really need to watch your mouth, pretty boy"

• you grab his head and smash your lips together, he sighs in your mouth and caress your arms, savouring your soft skin with his fingertips. "you're exquisite"

• "you didn't even taste me yet" "omg can i?"

• you see him TREMBLE and the excitement dancing in his eyes makes your mouth and your core water. "help yourself, sweetie"

• he moans just thinking about it and gets on his knees instantly, settling between your legs. he caresses your thighs trying not to drool and he reaches immediately for your panties, taking them off and leaving you in only your short dress.

• he lifts up the hem of it and attacks your core like a starved man, starting to kiss and lick and suck right away. you moan and grab his perfectly styled hair in your fingers, pulling at it.

• "shit" "relax, let me hear your pretty voice"

• jaemin finds himself craving your moans and whimpers: you're very vocal and he happens to love it. but you'll soon find out that he... purrs. every time you touch him properly he purrs. he lets out such low and shameless growls that your thighs clench involuntarily.

• after a few minutes, you're sprawled on the first bed you found with his erection in your hand, his mouth sucking one of your breast and your bodies completely naked on each other.

• between a whimper and a moan, he speaks "you remember that night, when we first met?". you nod.

• "i said that i fell in love with you then. i wasn't lying. i'm in love with you, y/n. i fell on my knees like a dumb kid. you have me wrapped around your finger and i love everything about that"

• you smile and look at the way he's caressing your breasts while he's saying all of these things directly in your face and you're stroking his damn member. you're very sure that this man is one to keep close.

• "then make love to me"

• the look you both exchange is sweet and the kiss after that is the most awesome kiss you'll ever experience in your life. you're sure of that.

• and when your bodies fully interlock you feel your mind melting in the bliss of the moment: jaemin's skin is all over yours and his hands cherish your every curve and line.

• his movements are sharp and rhythmic but slow, he takes care in every gesture, every stroke, every thrust.

• you had sex with different men before (and you can tell he had women in his hands before too) and you enjoyed a lot of good sex, but this hits different: you never felt this intimate with someone, especially because this is your first time together! wtf? but your bodies feel so comfortable interwined together.

• him in you... his eyes looking at you adoringly and lost in all the sensations you're enjoying right now... his hands holding you tight... does it feel amazing? yes. does it feel exciting? yes. but above all... it feels right.

• you reach the climax when he presses your clit with his thumb without stopping his melliflous thrusts. and when your walls clench around him he curses under his breath and cums right away, riding your shared orgasm till the end.

• he sighs and throws himself next to you, pulling you towards him and letting you rest on his broad chest. when you hear his heart beating at an alarming pace you smile and caress his abs.

• "what if i call you every time i have a 12 hours shift?" "how often does that happen?" "every two days" "that's too little, i need to see you at least once a day"

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masterlist

Taglist: @carelessshootanonymous

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[joshfutturman]

"good boy" 18+

oneshot (request) - inexperienced virgin failure josh futturman asks the reader over for some 'video games' (4.4k words) pairing - josh futturman (future man) + reader (no gendered pronouns, reader is afab) tags: utter filth lol, porn with tiny plot, dom/sub, dom!reader, sub!josh, LOTS of good boy mentions, oral both receiving, penetration, kissing, no use of y/n, missionary, slight dumbification ig, lots of wet mentions lmao, orgasm control, probs more i cant remember rn

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the janitor from work was cute in a nerdy, adorable yet super naive way. in passing he'd attempt to flirt with you at your reception desk, attempt being the keyword here. but you'd flirt back, stronger and harder - which most of the time simply flew over his dense little head.

"i'd love to see it sometime," you say enthusiastically, referring to his video game collection he'd rambled about for 10 minutes straight. again.

his face lights up and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips, "yeah? really? you should totally come over - i've been dying to play this new one i picked up on co-op. - i mean," he falters, "if you want to. . ."

oh my god. was he asking you over? finally? josh futturman asked you over to play video games in his bedroom. alone. score.

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notes: this was requested by @fatinhadesiners06 hehe, i hope you like it! tried to make josh as much of a virgin failure as i could but turns out that he's pretty good at eating pussy ig ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) officially the first smut ive written and finished

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the janitor from work was cute in a nerdy, adorable yet super naive way. in passing he'd attempt to flirt with you at your reception desk, attempt being the keyword here. but you'd flirt back, stronger and harder - which most of the time simply flew over his dense little head.

"i'd love to see it sometime," you say enthusiastically, referring to his video game collection he'd rambled about for 10 minutes straight. again.

his face lights up and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips, "yeah? really? you should totally come over - i've been dying to play this new one i picked up on co-op. - i mean," he falters, "if you want to. . ."

oh my god. was he asking you over? finally? josh futturman asked you over to play video games in his bedroom. alone. score.

. . .

however, that's exactly what you do. you play video games together. on his cramped single bed.

it's not like you don't enjoy it, it's actually pretty sweet. he allows you to choose your character first, he guides you through the levels he knows off by heart, and he even offers you his favourite controller.

but you can't help but note the uncomfortable silence that lingers every so often. you notice him glancing at you in between games. you wonder what he's thinking about, is he thinking about how his hand would feel inside your underwear? how his fingers would get slick and glide over your folds and slip beneath the surface and - ...

well, you certainly know what you're thinking of.

high scores flash on the screen at the end of the level, yours and his. yours is a few hundred points higher to josh' surprise. this earns a loud laugh from you and a laugh from him, tossing his controller down in defeat.

"beat you at your own game." you tut and turn to him with a smirk.

josh grins and looks down at his lap with a shrug, "what can i say? you're pretty good at this."

scooting a little closer, you tilt your head, trying to catch his gaze again. "do you think so? or. . . do you just like it when i come out on top?" a hum sings from your lips.

his eyes widen and he looks at you with an arched eyebrow, finally catching on to at least one of your dirty jokes, or at least partially. it was about time. "it was only a two-hundred point difference." he says, glancing at your lips with an unsure smirk, "i'll dominate next time, for sure."

"who are you kidding, futturman." you whisper, leaning in towards his lips. "i was always going to be the one to dominate you."

you're both inches apart. you can hear how his breath hitches in his throat slightly with each inhale. shaking, his hand raises in an attempt to cup your cheek. but you reach up to grab it, lacing your fingers in his as your lips connect.

immediately, futturman melts into you. you swear you hear a whimper escape his lips as your tongue glides along his bottom lip, seeking entrance. he allows you in, squeezing your hand. he's sloppy, but you don't mind, you like it, actually. it's hot that he's so lost in it that he can't even control his tongue.

his other hand grips the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. he's trying to ignore how his cock is already twitching in his boxers, wondering if you're already wet. josh sighs your name into your lips and you take this as a sign.

your hand finds his crotch as your kiss intensifies and you begin to palm his hardened dick through his jeans, grinning. his mind goes blank and all he can focus on is the fact that your hand is on him, it's actually on him. this isn't just in his head. you're touching him and - fuck, it feels so good.

"you like that baby?" you ask him, his kissing growing sloppier and slower as his breath picks up. you're hardly touching him and he's already squirming under you. hot.

josh hums in response and you find his hand, bringing it to your skirt, slowly sliding it under to meet your growing heat. his fingers feel wetness through the material of your underwear and he swallows hard. gingerly, his fingers dance across your panties.

a giggle slips from your lips as you pull back slightly, ". . . is this your first time?" you ask with a smile.

he's taken aback by this question, suddenly embarrassed as his cheeks begin to flush. "i . . ."

"it's okay, i'll take care of you," you reassure him, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, "don't worry."

it's time for you to take the lead and you remove your hand from his crotch, this earns a soft whine from him that causes you to bite your lip. placing a hand on his chest, you push him back slowly until he's flat on his back. carefully, you straddle him, sitting just below his waist.

your fingers find the button on his jeans and unbutton it at an excruciatingly slow pace. josh looks up at you with pleading eyes, panting softly as his tummy rises and falls with each breath. "are you. . ."

"i want to taste you." you admit, licking your lips as you unzip him, pulling his jeans down to reveal his boxers.

"f. . . fuck. . ." he whimpers, leaning up on his elbows to watch you.

the outline of his cock is clearly visible through his blue boxers, he's so hard already, it's adorable. josh' heart pounds as he eyes you, his dick springs free and he gasps at the cold air around it. he holds himself back from begging you to touch it in some way. you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little surprised by the girth, it makes your mouth water.

your warm hand wraps around him and his eyes glaze over, head tilting back. he swears he could cum right there just from your touch and if he looks at you again, he just might.

"look at me, baby." you whisper, beginning to pump him slowly. "i wanna see your face while i touch you."

josh pulls his head up, brows furrowing as he tries to slow his breathing. the strokes are slow and deliberate, he moans under his breath. watching him slowly come undone underneath you, you can't help but feel the pulsing of your wet cunt intensify.

lowering your head, his eyes begin to widen and before he can figure out something hot to say, your lips are on his cock. tongue swirling on the tip, he swears he's seeing stars. his trembling hand desperately reaches up to find the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your locks.

"holy fuck, that. . . that feels so good." he mumbles with a gasp as you begin to take his length into your mouth. a high-pitched whimper escapes him as he bucks slightly. you keep your eyes on him the full time, taking in as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat.

picking up pace now, you start bobbing on him, lapping your tongue all the while. josh is curling his toes, gripping your hair and whispering your name into his bedroom like he's trying his best to tell a secret. he wonders how he got so lucky, the way he'd fantasised about this constantly and for it to actually be happening? it was his lucky day.

he'd imagined you both at the lab, in the back room, he's bent you over and you're dripping wet. he slides in with ease and you call his name a little too loudly. or, behind reception, he would crawl beneath your desk and you'd spread your legs and he'd dive in like a man starved. or sometimes, you were in this very bed, your juices coating his sheets.

you swirl your tongue on the tip once more, causing him to let out a loud, pleading moan before pulling away with an obscene pop. this allows him to catch his breath slightly, but man - he was so close. it takes everything within him not to beg you to put those pretty lips of your back around his aching cock.

glancing over your shoulder, your eyes find his gaming chair and you grin. you wonder how many times he's jerked off in that overused thing, thinking of you. pumping his cock, wishing it was coated with your wetness instead of some cheap lube. calling your name into the palm of his hand as ropes of hot cum land on his soft tummy.

it drives you crazy just thinking about it.

and you need him, more of him.

you shuffle off the bed and walk towards the chair before sitting in it, facing him on the bed. legs spreading, you relax them over his armrests, exposing your underwear beneath your skirt. josh watches on, mouth agape, blinking.

"c'mon baby, don't you wanna taste me too?" you ask and his eyes sparkle. you've never seen him move so fast - he scrambles from the bed, boxers and jeans around his ankles. kneeling like he's about to pray for you, (and maybe he should, with the sinful images plaguing both of your thoughts), he looks up at you with that same puppy dog look.

"please," you whisper, exhaling, "i need you, josh."

he bites his lip at those words and has to actively try and suppress a moan. hearing you plead like that. . . fuck, you were so hot.

slowly easing closer, josh hooks two fingers into your underwear and pushes it to the side. your cheeks flush as your wetness is exposed to him, but you can see by the look on his face that he's elated. 

"your pussy is so fucking pretty. . ." he exhales, gradually getting closer before his tongue begins desperately lapping at your dripping cunt. a squeal escapes you as you arch your back, finally getting the relief you need. his licking is messy, it's wet, he's drooling and mixing his saliva with your juices but it's so filthy it's hot.

your gaze finds his and watch as his nose glides up your folds. his name falls from your lips repeatedly as you reach for his head, getting a firm grip on those messy curls. you guide him higher with your grasp and his tongue finds your clit finally. it's so sensitive, you'd been edging for days leading up to this.

"s. . . slow." you purr, "i'm. . . i'm gonna- fuck, i'm gonna cum if you keep going so fast."

he abides, slowing his tongue on that spot you enjoy so much. his hand presses into your thigh, pushing your leg out further to get in closer. wetness drips down his chin as he laps long licks, stopping briefly and hesitantly only to begin sucking your clit gently. he looks up at you for your approval.

a gasp and your head is thrown back, fingers in his hair tightening. there's pleasure building in your core, little sparks working inside your belly as josh obediently eats you out.

"good boy," you manage to say through breathy moans, "good boy. . . you're doing so good for- for your first time. . ."

and it was true - though he was sloppy, clumsy and got a little lost in the moment, that only served to turn you on more. his inexperienced moves were endearing, they were hot, and it felt kinda good that you were the one to finally experience this with him.

small moans sing from his mouth at the pet name 'good boy' - and you make a mental note to call him that more often. this urges him on. he moves his hand to your pussy, massaging with two fingers around your tight hole, fluttering at the sudden contact. it takes him a few circles to find it properly before sliding one inside.

the chair almost tips back as you feel him slide in, his tongue back to flicking over that sensitive spot while his digit pumps into you. your hand grips the back of the fake leather chair, digging your nails in. it's not long before he inserts a second one, and though his rhythm is off with his poor coordination, it's such a relief to be filled, even if only a little.

hand combing through his hair, you look down at him, encouraging him with every moan. wet sounds fill the small bedroom now, between his tongue on your clit and his fingers exploring your slick hole. his dick is aching to be touched, desperate for any sort of friction as it spasms occasionally under the chair - but he'd stay here forever, eating you like this, if it meant he could hear those sounds sing from your lips.

"you sound so fucking hot. . ." he mumbles, the low vibrations of his voice against your pussy, sucking harder to increase your pitch and it works. you're almost there and you'll cum all over his sweet little face soon if you're not careful. who knew that josh futturman could be so good at eating pussy?

"-n. . . need you to fuck me," you blurt out, completely breathless. josh pulls back a little to look up at you fully with wide eyes, excitement piquing. the dim light from the television dances across him and you notice the lower half of his face is completely coated in your juices.

you continue, "you need to fuck me too, i bet. you're aching, aren't you? i bet you've been thinking about this for years." - and he had, fuck, he had. he'd lost count of the number of times he'd imagined you both here, a writhing, moaning, wet mess against each other.

"please, please let me fuck you." josh begged, fitting that he was on his knees. he looked good down there, you thought, pleading with his hands grasped together and that pathetic, lovable, pussy drunk expression of his as your wetness drips from his chin.

staying there for a few moments to admire him in this position, and to hear him beg just a little longer - you finally stand and step over him deliberately to watch him underneath you for just a little longer. wriggling out of your soaked panties, you throw them towards him and collapse back onto the single bed whilst removing your skirt. surprisingly, he catches your underwear and relishes how wet they feel in his palm.

you spread your legs once more for him and he watches in awe like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. wiping his chin a little, he scampers to you like a lost puppy, crawling up onto the bed and kicking his jeans and boxers off in the process.

he slots between your thighs and you see how his jaw goes slack when his dick brushes against your dripping cunt. you grab his chin, still a little wet, and pull him in for a deep kiss. when his tongue enters your mouth, you can taste yourself and it makes you smile. letting go of his chin, your hands roam to his hoodie, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. the only barrier between you both now was your damn shirts.

pushing him back, you begin to slowly pull your shirt up revealing your bra. josh bites his lower lip, swallowing hard as his eyes roam across your chest. his hands inch closer and you slap them away. "your shirt first." you tease.

he holds back a whine and removes his shirt, throwing it far across the room in frustration. "now, can i?" he hums, glancing at your chest and then back to you.

you wait a few moments, then a few more. and then nod.

your shirt isn't even fully off when his hands are desperately roaming your chest, squeezing both breasts as you gasp. his eyes glaze over as he continues to squeeze and you feel his dick twitch once more against your pussy. you begin to grind against him, his saliva and your wetness mixing against his cock.

holding back some moans, josh slips his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. it takes him a little longer than he'd have liked, and you arch your back a little to help him - but he finally removes it to reveal your chest.

between your perfect fucking body below him and the way you were slowly working his desperate cock along your pussy lips - he was in heaven. immediately he's sucking on a nipple, flicking his tongue over it with soft, breathy moans. you moan in return and cup the back of his head, petting him softly - "good boy," you whisper, "good, good boy. . ."

fuck, he loved it when you called him that. it lit a fire in his belly like he'd chase you to the ends of the earth just to hear you call him a good boy one more time.

he moves to your other nipple now, giving them both equal attention and you squirm a little, gripping his hair. the cold air drifts across your erect, soaked nipple he'd left behind but the coldness is quickly replaced by his fingers, rubbing.

"your tits are fuckin' perfect-" he mumbles with his nipple still in your mouth, pulling himself away finally as he begins to move in rhythm with you.

"josh." you say, commanding his attention with a sultry tone.

he snaps out of his dizzy state and looks at you.

"fuck me," you demand, reaching down to push his cock harder against your drenched cunt, "i need you inside of me. can you do that? can you be my good boy and fuck me?"

jesus fucking christ. josh wasn't sure he'd ever been this hard in his life.

josh nods with a whimper, it's so cute. he's so desperate. just as he begins to move into position, you reach up to grab his chin.

"use your words." you instruct him.

those hazel eyes widen, taking a breath to compose himself before nodding, "i'll fuck you. i'll be your good boy and fuck you." his voice wavers. he wants to be so good for you. he wants to be your good boy so badly, "please? please." josh pleads whinily.

"good boy." you grin and let go of his chin, trailing your hands down his chest and his soft tummy, taking great pleasure in grazing your fingers past his fuzzy snail trail.

lining himself up with your entrance, he makes a few sweeps with his cock, lubing it up and enjoying the feeling of your hole sucking his length in. his eyes glance to you for permission one final time and this makes your stomach flip, he's too fucking cute.

you signal, giving him permission with a nod and he slowly pushes inside of you.

he's slow, purposefully, so that one thrust doesn't cause him to immediately explode inside of you - cause the way you'd worked him up, it wouldn't be long before his cum was stuffed deep in there. your walls wrap around him so perfectly, his words get caught in his throat and all he can do is whine. but it feels so fucking good to finally have him inside of you. his thick fingers pumping into you were fine, sure, but his cock is what you craved all along.

your stomach tenses as he fills you completely, eyes locked on his to see him fully experience this for the first time.

"does that feel good, baby?" you ask him, trailing your hand across his lower stomach.

"s. . .so fuckin' tight- ah-" still, he can hardly speak, bottomed out inside of you with his cock pulsing, "so wet, so so fucking wet."

"just for you." you coo, beginning to roll your hips slightly to help him along. this earns a loud gasp from him, positioning his hands on your hips to get a proper grip on you. slowly, you both find a rhythm and he's thrusting inside of you at a slow pace.

each thrust has you moaning as you roll your hips to meet him, his strong grip on your hips only intensifying the feeling as he gets lost in the sensation. already, you can tell he's close - having almost finished him off earlier definitely adding to his desperation.

"faster," you tell him, gripping his stupid blue patterned sheets and holding one of his wrists in your other hand.

a whimper - no two - no three, falls from his lips as he picks up pace. josh is slamming into you now, his hands glide up the side of your body to meet your tits again and he leans over, unable to keep himself upright through the thrusts. his lips find yours once more, half to muffle his moans and half to ground himself a little.

over and over, his cock pumps into you speedily, creating loud, wet, slapping noises. you wrap your legs around him to pull him in deeper, closer and arch your back.

"-g...gonna. . . i'm. . ." his words are muffled by your lips and you pull back slightly, your breath mingling together as his eyes struggle to stay open through the pleasure.

"you gonna cum?" you ask with a grin, pulling his chin up for him to look at you.

"ah - yeah. . ." he swallows, and you squeeze around his dick causing him to whine loudly.

the thought of him exploding inside you had you close too. that girthy length was slamming you, over and over, slick from what he had done to you. josh was totally lost in the pleasure, sweat coating his brow as his hips worked hard to chase your climax and his own.

"can i?" josh suddenly asks, gasping for breath.

you deliberately don't answer, but moan louder and squeeze your cunt around him - you feel his rhythm waver in response.

"fuck - baby, please," he cries, locking eyes with you as his brow furrows, "please, i need to cum, please let me cum."

the words falling from his lips were so fucking hot, he was begging you for release. all he wanted to do was unload inside of you and he was pleading and wet and adorable. how could you possibly say no to that face?

"have you been a good boy?" you ask.

"yes!" he almost screams, "yes! i've been such a good boy, please, please. i need it, i need to cum in your tight, fuckin' perfect - ah, ah. . . - pussy, please." the words trip over themselves and he's really sweating now. the way he's pistoning into you, you can feel the desperation in every thrust of his hard cock.

"then cum, my good boy." you finally say, pushing him into you with your legs around his back for a hard deep thrust - and he keeps this up.

his whines heighten in pitch, going higher and higher as he gets a little rough. with each thrust, you're thrown back a little on the bed and it earns large explosive moans from you each time. his hands are back on your hips and he digs his fingers in, leaving harsh red marks.

you don't care though, watching him lose control is the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen. a desperate, whining, whimpering, cumming mess.

josh tries to announce it, let you know he's really about to cum, but all that comes out are breathy moans as his rhythm falters and his eyes start to roll back. you can feel it too, the way his cock is twitching and pulsing harder inside you. it brings your own climax closer, the inevitability of your pussy walls being painted white with all of his cum. . .

and though you try to hold off, you cum. lights flash behind your eyes as you reach out for him, pulling him by the back of the neck down to you. pressing your forehead to his, your hole flutters around him, squeezing and clamping down as your orgasm milks him - causing him to cum. ropes of hot, white cum fill you over and over, his mouth stuck half open.

you continue to grind through the orgasm, albeit with a faltering rhythm due to your climax, as he's mostly still beside the way his dick is jerking as it empties inside of you. his cum begins to leak out of you slowly with each grind you make against him and it causes you to gasp at the sensation. your moans fill his mouth, looking into his eyes as he struggles to make eye contact through the blinding pleasure. praises sing from your lips for him, coaxing him through it as you feel his movements slow to a halt.

he pulls out reluctantly and slumps against you with heaving breaths, his head falling on your chest with his cheek flush against your skin. his body is hot, and sticky. you begin to pet his head gently, your other hand tracing your fingers across his arm around you.

"that. . ." he pipes up, "- was amazing," josh tilts his head to look up at you with a dumb smile on his face.

"yeah?" you answer, smirking, "it was pretty fucking amazing, wasn't it?"

and you admire him like this, the way he's looking up at you with that familiar smile, practically with hearts in his eyes as your fingers pet through his hair. his eyes are sleepy, half-lidded - and the rest is deserved too, after what a good, hard-working boy he's been.

"you were so good for me." you lean down to kiss his forehead, peppering soft kisses all across it.

he giggles and snuggles against you closer, "stop - you'll get me goin' again." if his cheeks weren't already flushed from exertion, they'd be red once more.

"right, i'll save the praise for next time - since i know you love it so much." a grin tugs on your lips.

and he likes the sound of that.

his head suddenly springs up, his smile growing wider with his mouth half open, joy filling his face. ". . .next time?"

[webslingingslasher]

ohhhh j new fear unlocked for everyone

yk how being on your period and leaking in someone’s bed isn’t ideal? esp if they aren’t ur bf? screw the bed - it got on HIM and he’s not my bf. he’s a cuddler in his sleep and pulled me in and I just saw🤠🤠🤠 nightmare. I’m building up the courage to wake him up rn lol. it’s not that deep but this is pretty horrific bc it’s only my second time staying over and we are very much Not Dating

*cleaning out my drafts - this is an old one!

there have been several times in your life when you've said 'this is the worst thing to ever happen to me.' today takes the cake and you'll never have the urge to say those words again.

period blood? a nuisance to deal with.

period blood on your partner? humbling.

period blood on your hookup? downright mortifying and coma inducing.

it'll only get worse the longer you wait. counting to ten, you take a deep breath and gently shake peter awake. he whines and swats you away, you feel terrible that you're about to ruin his sleep.

'peter, i got my period and i leaked.'

peter sucks in air, the words are registering and he's blinking awake while looking you over. 'in my bed?' you nod timidly, feeling awful about it.

'and on you.' it's a defeated whisper, you turn to the side so you don't see his reaction. you feel the blankets lift up, a two second pause before peter settles back into bed.

'i don't have anything to plug you up so you gotta figure it out.' you stare down at his face, he's going back to sleep?

'did you hear me? i leaked.'

peter sighs, he's more upset that you woke him up than being doused in your monthly. 'yeah, like a quarter's worth. it's a dot, trouble. wrap it up and come back to bed.'

'but i got it on you.'

peter huffs before picking his head up and opening an eye to look at you. 'what do you want me to say? do you want me to be mad? you're the only girl in my bed so if you wanna stain the sheets that's on you.'

you stop a smile from forming, 'are you suggesting i did this to mark my territory?'

'it wouldn't surprise me. it also explains the leg.' he tugs his comforter up to his chin while letting sleep coat over him. 'are you cauterized yet?'

'yeah, i stashed some stuff here.' peter searches around for your hand under the blanket by little taps. 'good, cuddle with me.' you almost squeak when he drags you into his side, always impressed by his casual strength.

'are you sure -' you're halfway through your question when peter takes initiative and hitches your knee over his hips. 'i refuse to answer stupid questions before eight am.'

'i'm sorry i stained your sheets.'

peter's dimple pops out when he smiles. 'bloody nice reminder you were here.' you poke it, he peeks an eye open and acts like he's about to bite your finger. 'you're proud of that one?'

'o-h i'm positive.' you gag before hiding in his side and groaning. 'you're not allowed to make dad jokes before eight am.'

'oh yeah? well you're not allowed to bleed... just kidding, trouble. you can expel your moon cycle anywhere you want, what's mine is yours.'

'wow. you're so romantic.'

'only for you.'

he says it like a joke but you think peter would be a whole lot less cool if it was with anyone else. 'thank you for not making me feel bad. you're kind of the best.'

'i know.' you narrow your eyes at him, as if he can sense it, peter nudges his hand under your shirt to splay his hand across your lower back. his warm palm eases tension you weren't aware of yet. 'i was about to say don't get a big head, but your hand feels very nice so i'll refrain.'

'want me to rub your tummy?' you lean forward to press your nose against his cheek. 'say tummy again. it's cute.'

'no.' 

you whine at his refusal, 'i'm shedding my uterus, be nice to me.' peter smiles at your pout. 'tummy.' hiding your face in his neck you let out a quiet squeal. 'i like when you're cringy with me, it makes me feel like you like me.'

you can see how fast his mind is working, he's hesitating on what he's about to say. peter decides to throw you a bone, you're still embarrassed from giving him a wake up call.

'my baby is feeling so icky, isn't she? her tummy and back hurts and she is being so brave.' you nod softly, he's spot on.

'so icky.'

'so brave.'

'say tummy again.'

peter takes a deep breath, 'you're on thin ice, trouble.'

'just one more time. please?' you plead with him and follow it up with a yawn, his hold and heat is making you drowsy. 'if you tell anyone that i asked to rub your tummy or that i said tummy this many times, you'll never hear me say tummy again, deal?'

your eyes seal shut, his warmth is going nowhere. 'deal.' 

[pincushionx]

hello! out of curiosity, would it be possible for a witch with healing magic to let Hunter, i don’t know, bite a part of their hand off, and then just regenerate it with their magic? i’m not sure if that would defeat the plot of the au as Hunter would freely be able to chomp on someone, haha!

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Actually they can! However it’s incredibly limiting. This method would only allow Hunter to get surface level meat. He also need organs, deep tissue, bone, ect. Also while healing magic can do all sorts of wonders and I’m sure could regenerate limbs and flesh depending on how talented the healer is. I doubt they would find someone genuine that’s would be willing to do such a thing and at a frequent rate, especially when he starts eating more and actually developing healthy eating habits. I’m sure one of his family members would be happy to do this but Hunter would never allow it. Id imagine it also be a much longer medical procedure than him simply being able to bite chunks out since that would literally him mutilating someone alive lol, even with the help of numbing or pain relief potions.

The amount of food shown would have been perfect for Hunter a few years ago but now with lots of love and healthy habits being put upon him, it’s no longer sustainable. But what healing witches can provide is blood!

Blood is a good alternative for when he’s unable to have meat so I’d imagine he’d be pretty stocked up on it. He gets frequent refills on blood, it’s also slightly more socially acceptable to have as I’d imagine blood being a regular part of some demons and those suffering from vampirism diets. I’d think most people would assume Hunter is a vampire if they don’t know about the grimwalker situation. So he takes blood bags with him on the go as food.

Of course he needs actual food and lots of it as he’s pretty malnourished and has lots of catching up to do. As well as developing healthy eating habits.

He eventually gets a pass that allows him to eat bits of bodies that aren’t being used, that where donated. So if a bunch of healer students are dissecting a cadaver, Hunter is cleanup. Or if organs are given for a transplant, Hunter could eat what wasn’t used. Obviously this disturbs Hunter but it’s better than going feral and attacking people. Of course it was a bit difficult to obtain pass but with the right strings pulled and some light threats, he was able to get it.

All these images are post canon in the Au. For the amount of pain and suffering inflected upon Hunter for the majority of this Au, I do want him to have a happy ending. While there are tragic alternatives, him having a happy ending was always my intention. While it be more difficult to reach than in canon, he gets there eventually :3

(Feel free to ask some questions but do note it may take a bit of time to answer, I already have some questions waiting rn lol)

[yourdailyangel]

Hope you guys don't mind but I need some comfort rn and I hate to bother other people so I'll do it instead.

I've got a lot running through my mind so while I had the idea I thought to share. Maybe it'll bring you some comfort as well my flower ❤️

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✨🌌Soft nights with astarion🌌✨

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Astarion is pretty in tune when it comes to your emotions even if people believe otherwise.

When you came home one night with a heavy sigh and tired eyes astarion knew that something was troubling you.

"My little love what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

You don't even have the energy to vocalize your response, with a tired shake of the head you answer no.

He paused, analyzing your face looking for a sign or clue of what could bring his beautiful love home so sad and defeated.

He lets out a soft "hm" and suddenly you feel strong arms around you, protecting you from the outside for a moment, you could hear his heartbeat strong maybe even a bit fast but oddly...it was comforting. You took in his scent your shoulders finally relaxing all the days troubles melting away in his arms. "My love if something is wrong... Please tell me." His voice is soft almost a gentle whisper, you tear up at his words, your heart was hurting but you couldn't give a real answer as to WHY. "Darling" he pulls an arm away gently cupping your cheek, his thumb gently glides over the side of your cheek "Do not cry fret my love. I'm here" and with that a tear falls down your cheek "Shhh" his voice is a bit softer than earlier. "It's okay my love. Do you want to cuddle hm?" You nod. "as you wish darling" he picks you up bridal style and swiftly carries you to your shared bedroom, laying you down gently as if you could break. He gets into bed next to you pulling closer. "I'm sorry you had a rough day my love. But I'm here with you now" you believe his words are comforting especially after a brutal day. You find you slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms, he places a soft tender kiss on your forehead and drifts off to sleep as well, still holding you in his arms you both safe and sound in each other.

[wonfilms]

syn : jealous niki , that’s it that’s the post

warnings : n/a. [ reblogs / comments are very much appreciated !! ]

niki didn’t know why he was feeling this way. he trusted you completely, hell he would even trust you with his own life...

but every single gaze the boy,  who was currently speaking to you , gave you, made him scoff. he was mindlessly flirting with you, and somehow you weren’t picking up on it, you were just smiling , oh so, politely like you always do and it made his blood boil even more. 

you’d already said you had a boyfriend to him, and yet he still thinks it’s completely okay to ogle at you like that. he knows you’re pretty, and there’s bound to other people who think you are too but niki just couldn’t get over it.

he wouldn’t say anything right away obviously, that would be admitting he’s jealous.... which he is. niki wished you were here talking to him instead, though at least right now he can shoot glares at the blonde, across the room currently occupying your attention. 

he flushed with embarrassment as you caught him looking, you could’ve almost laughed with how cute the scowl painted across his face looked. you excused yourself curtly from the conversation before striding towards niki who was currently trying to look at anything but you. 

“hey babe? you okay?“ you held back a snigger as you saw him clear his throat quickly before answering you, “yeah i’m fine? who was that anyways?“ he asked ,seemingly innocently. 

“ rin , from highschool... why?“ you smiled, he would’ve gotten away with his attempt at being nonchalant  if it wasn‘t for the frown that appeared on niki’s face at the mere mention of rin’s name. 

“are you jealous niki?“ you laughed, pulling him in for a hug. he shook his head but after knowing him for so long, you found his lie instantly. 

“okay and if you’re not lying why are your ears bright red right now?“ 

he let out a sigh of defeat before looking at you again, “he was looking at you weirdly”

“how was he looking at me? “ you questioned, slipping your hand into his giving it a gentle squeeze of re-assurance. 

“he was looking at you like i look at you, i didn’t like it“ he muttered before pulling you in for a hug again. “yeah and how do you look at me?“

he blushed slightly, “you know how i look at you...”

“i’m just joking niki, of course i know. “ you brushed his hair out of his face before replying, “you know you’re the only one who i look at like that right?”

“yeah i do “ he smirked seemingly recovered from his mood from before, “wanna ditch the party now?“ 

a/n : my writing is so rusty rn but i hope you like this one! mwah!

[sproutingliliums]

What are some Zutara fanfics you like?

thank you for asking anon! rubbing my hands together and laughing diabolically rn. most of these fics are completed, but i have a few incomplete or ongoing ones listed at the bottom.

The Color of the Stars by bluenebulae this is my zutara bible... i have read this 3 times, and i think it's still my favorite zutara fic. it diverges from canon during the day of black sun. katara and zuko are both captured and thrown into prison and after breaking out together, they become reluctant allies and travel the world in search of the gaang while also trying to warn the other nations about ozai's plans.

they call you refugee by akaiiko

an arranged marriage alternate universe where when zuko is banished, he leaves the fire nation with—actually, the summary does a pretty good job of explaining it: "Zuko goes into exile with a scar, a mission, and a wife." i think i cried the first time i read this.

refraction by caroes3725

this one's my post-war zutara bible. it is maybe the post-war swt ambassador/politician katara slow burn of all time. it is 200k+ words and it's all worth it, i promise! i prommy!!! read it now!!!! <- this along with The Color of the Stars are maybe my favorite zutara longfics. period.

Mending Wounds by FictionIsSocialInquiry

canon divergent fic where katara sees visions of zuko in the foggy swamp. except in these visions he is older, the fire lord, her husband, and he is gentle and loving, and katara feels sick to her stomach! one of my favs!!!!

lost and found by Smediterranea

hakoda discovers a young zuko, injured, and takes him in. beautiful alternate universe fic where zuko grows up in the southern water tribe with sokka and katara.

The Things We Hide by Lykegenia

katara is held in the fire nation as a political prisoner following the southern water tribe's defeat after an assault launched by fire lord ozai during sozin's comet. the swt, however, will not go down with a fight. love, love, love this one! it has painted lady katara, blue spirit zuko, a sweet romance, political intrigue, and betrayal!!! it's a fun time. also i love hama's inclusion in this :)

The Blackfish and the Dragon by ama

during the day of black sun, iroh takes matters into his own hands and becomes fire lord. shortly after, a marriage is arranged between zuko and katara in order to secure the peace. it's a beautiful arranged marriage au where everyone is so perfectly in character. i really think this fic is one of the best zutara fics out there with a natural and rewarding slow burn romance. and azula is there and she's perfect.

Smoke & Mirrors by sansonnets

blutara bible!!!!!!! that's all i got... blutara go CRAZYYY

so i can die where i met you by irridescence

canon compliant. zuko and katara, eighty years later. the fic is centered around major character death(s), so don't read if you can't handle it but i was sobbing like a fucking baby by the end of it. such a beautiful gorgeous fic that will haunt me forever.

if you don't mind incomplete or ongoing fics:

But Who's Counting? by halfhoursonearth

katara thinks zuko's going to need at least 100 healing sessions after the agni kai. lovely prose and characterization and it's so tender and sweet. just read it!!!

so let us melt, and make no noise by LittleLostStar

zuko is sent on a mission to bring back the heart of the last waterbender so he can restore his honor and return home. but when he nearly dies while in the south pole, a healer named katara saves him and nurses him back to health. (the author describes this as a kinda-sorta frozen AU, and i think it's a pretty good description haha). it's an incredible AU with so much mystery and intrigue and tension!

forgetting is a kind of mercy by nerdylizj

"Five years after Katara and Zuko go missing in Ba Sing Se, Kya and Lee are found living peacefully in the Earth Kingdom countryside." finally, i gotta plug liz's silly n goofy dai li brainwashing fic. it's so good. so painfully angsty. it's about the pain of remembering and about making hard choices and identity and parenthood!!!

[budbuddnbuddy]

Little obey me headcanons (pt2)

(Pt3)

A/n: Some more of headcaons and world building for y’all to enjoy, NSFW is included. Also some full fics are in the works rn so enjoy.

I can’t remember who exactly said it but there was this headcaon that Lucifer was always a bit horny for you and I fully agree with that. HOWEVER, he only really gives bedroom eyes when either: A. He’s been working at his desk for fucking 20 hours sometimes even days. or B. You haven’t been in the Devildom in over 3 months. His eyes are already super pretty, but he’ll flutter his long eyelashes at you, get super close, touch up all over your arm and shit. That kinda stuff.

Amsodeus definitely has piercings, specifically on his nipples, bellybutton, and tongue. Mammon would get nipple piercings if he wasn’t such a pussy.

I feel like this is already canon due to the manga but Mammon has a great ass, like a really great ass-

One time you and Lucifer got into an argument and you tried to be the bigger person by leaving the room and trying to cool off but he mistook it as an act of defeat and…

“MC, you need to get more sleep. I always keep on telling you this why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“I literally only pulled 2 all nighters! You’ve been locked up in your room for the past 2 weeks! Do you understand how hypocritical you sound right now?”

“That’s different, I’m a demon. You’re just a human MC.”

“Y’know what? Whatever.”

“That’s what I thoug-“

And then just picture MC whipping around and giving Lucifer the one of the hardest slaps they can muster. He wasn’t even mad about just in shock.

Personally, I think Solomon has the prettiest blush out of everyone. Maybe it’s because his skin is so pale and his blush is so pink and he gets so shy and bashful and UGH HES SO PRETTY 😭

Simeon is a milf, no I will not explain.

Part of me just cannot accept that Luke is canonically over 4’11, I think he’s just a tad bit shorter then that, maybe 4’9 and a half.

I feel like Barbatos has a negative cantal tilt, or just has sleepily drowsy like eyes.

RAD is actually 6 stories tall, there are 3 gyms , 2 courtyards one on the roof (the one we see the most) and then the one on the first floor, and over 700 classrooms. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Are the only ones out of everyone who don’t attend classes but rather manage everything that happens within RAD and out.

[elsblunt]

i need soft ellie rn and i don't feel like writing today so (gonna chill and read the iliad) . pulling out jackson!ellies bun skulkily while she's laying her head upon your stomach. like she's just chilling talking about the sick habit or space or whatever n then she feels a tug on the rear of her scalp and when she goes to veer her head and examine what in gaias green earth that was she just feels the tickle of loose hair brushing her neck n she goes "hey!! what the— NAURR MY MANE!!!" cause that girl never let's her hair down💀

stop everytime i ask for recs ur always here i love u queen &lt;;33

the auburn haired girl sat in your lap, head resting against your stomach as she drew little shapes on your thigh with her finger.

cold nipped at your body and fingertips, fireplace crackling to keep the house warm. there was snow falling aggressively outside, the wind howling and brushing against the trees.

winters in jackson were no joke, bundling up, preparing for any blizzards, stocking up on foods and always being ready. it was easier to adapt to over the years.

you were currently cooped up in the house with your girlfriend, times spent drawing and doing stupid contests, sleeping a lot, and doing some childish stuff you did as teens. now you guys just lay down on the bed, pillows scattered everywhere from the forts and fights you had.

“…and i don’t really think dinosaurs sound like RAHH, you know what i’m sayin’?” you jump slightly at her recreation of a roar, snickering softly before nodding and humming an mhm.

your fingers run through her scalp, slicking the hair back into her bun. sure, it was fun to tug on and piss her off with, but her hair was so pretty. so you grabbed on the band that held her auburn locks together, pulling it and letting her short hair fall.

ellie doesn’t really notice at first, but then she does. “hey! leave my beautiful long hair alone.” she flips her head and looks at you with a pout, grabbing at her hair and stroking it as if she had damn 30 inch buss down. “long? ellie maybe the smoking has gotten to your brain. and i just wanted to play with your hair, els..” you look at her with a defeated, sad face. making it a bit more dramatic.

the green eyed girl scoffs and lays back down, hearing your giggle before you play with her hair. “y’know, i’m gonna save my hair so when the apocalypse is over i’m gonna clone myself and there’s gonna be a lot of ellie’s. maybe i would start a new apocalypse! i would name i—“

“i’m gonna shave your head.”

[tkaulitzlvr]

could you pretty please write one with tom where him and reader go shopping together and she’s trying some things on in the change room, she asks for tom’s help unzipping something maybe and then they go at it in the change room? 🤭

RISKY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you have trouble taking off a dress that you have tried on whilst shopping with tom. you ask for his help, leading to the two of you doing something risky in the changing room - tom reminding you of your surroundings, using them to tease you even more.

content: smut

a/n: thank u sm for the req! someone else requested more or less the same thing so instead of writing two separate fics i just put the two together, hope that’s okay!! something a little shorter than usual, not as motivated as i would like to be rn, so apologies if this is a little sloppily written :/

my fingers clutch at the zipper for the third time, body bending in an awkward position to better my vision of it, yanking on the metal, groaning in frustration when, once again, it doesn’t budge. the dress is beautiful, the second i put it on i had fallen in love, admiring the way it shapes my figure, sucking me in at my stomach, highlighting my curves as a result. but, when i try to take it off, as i had been for the past five minutes, the zipper seems glued in place, not moving no matter how much force i apply.

i curse under my breath, knowing that there is no way i am getting this dress off - not alone anyways. tom had been waiting outside the small changing room for at least twenty minutes now, not checking in on me as he has gotten used to how long i take when trying things on, situating himself on the small couch outside, getting comfy and knowing he will be waiting a while.

i try once more, wiggling the zipper to try and pull it downwards at a different angle, careful not to tear the delicate stitching, yet it doesn’t move, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. tom’s feet tap against the floor quickly, the sound echoing quietly through the room, reminding me that he is probably my only chance of getting this dress off, wanting to get out of it as soon as possible.

“tom?” i call out, pursing my lips as i wait for his response from the other side of the curtain. silence follows my words, my hands staying on the zipper, yanking helplessly at it, with no success.

“yeah?” he says, the rhythmic tapping of his shoes against the floor coming to a sudden stop.

“can you help me?” i ask, my voice tired as i sigh out, completely defeated.

he says nothing, yet i hear his body stand from the couch, his slow steps trudging towards the curtain, his hand reaching to touch the fabric as he pulls it open slightly, furrowing his eyebrows once he sees my state - hands awkwardly bending to touch the zipper, my face curved into a frown.

“you okay?” he asks, a smirk tugging on his lips as he stifles a laugh, slipping into the changing room and closing the curtain behind him.

“it’s not funny! can you just unzip this for me? it’s stuck.” i sigh, turning around so that my back is facing him.

his hand places itself onto my back, palm flat against my back, slightly cold. his other slowly reaches for the hair draped across my shoulders, gently collecting it, picking it up and handing it to me as i hold it in place, giving him easier access. he plants a small kiss against my back before his fingers touch the zipper, tugging it downwards effortlessly, making me wonder how i had struggled so much, tom making it look easy.

but, much to my surprise, he doesn’t stop there. he continues to drag the zipper downwards at an agonisingly slow pace, stopping once it is fully undone. i open my mouth to thank him, but soon snap it closed when i feel his hands move to slowly pull the thin straps from my shoulders, my breath hitching in my throat. his breath fans onto the back of my neck as i feel his face near me, goosebumps forming over the skin.

his hands continuing to work on the dress, the material peeling from my shoulder blades as the small of my back is left bare. his lips ghost against the skin, beginning to slowly suck on it, teeth digging in ever so slightly, my eyes fluttering closed.

“tom what are you-”

“shhhhh.” he whispers, pulling the dress from my upper half as the material pools at my waist, his hands running up and down my sides slowly, face now buried into my neck, leaning forward as his eyes hover over my shoulder, nose nudging against the front of it. “you think you can be quiet for me baby?”

he doesn’t wait for a response, instead moving his hands upwards to cup my breasts, a breathy moan leaving my lips, no longer bothered about our surroundings, completely flustered at his actions, silently praying that he will go further.

“ah ah ah.” he taunts, moving his hands away to rest loosely either side of me, watching the way my face falls in disappointment. “you have to stay quiet, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you schatz?”

i shake my head furiously, desperate for him to resume his motions, willing to try just about anything to stay quiet. a low chuckle leaves his lips at my hopelessness, lips curving into a small smirk once my hands reach to rest above his, attempting to bring them back to my breasts, becoming more needy then ever. he puts me out of my misery, though the look of satisfaction on his face says that my despair is entertaining to him, enjoying the way i wither helplessly in front of him, already begging for his touch despite his minimal actions.

his fingers toy with my nipples, lips brushing against the crook of my neck, gently making contact with the soft skin, placing small kisses there, my head tilting to the side to give him more access, teeth sinking into my lips to prevent any sounds from escaping. my head rests against his shoulders, eyes half-lidded as i watch his hands work against me through the large mirror in front of us. the kisses that he leaves on my neck soon turn into his lips sucking at the skin, his tongue running over the marks he leaves soon after, soothing the slight pain that his movements leave.

whilst his mouth works against my shoulder, trailing to the sensitive spot below my ear, his hands trail to his jeans slowly, fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the loops slowly, discarding it somewhere on the floor. swiftly undoing the button of his oversized jeans, tugging the zipper down quickly, the denim pooling at his feet, a small whine leaves my lips once his teeth graze against the sensitive spot on my neck.

“what did i say, hm? one more sound and i won’t touch you at all, you really want that to happen?” he taunts, planting open mouthed kisses over the same spot, his gaze moving upwards to make eye contact with me through the mirror, enjoying the way i attempt to shake my head, pursing my lips together, struggling to hold back the sounds desperate to be let out. after i mutter a small ‘no’, he nods his head, seemingly satisfied with my response.

his hand slips under the dress, travelling slowly across my abdomen, fingers dipping into my panties slowly, my breathing hitching. his eyes never leave the mirror, looking intently into my own, observing the way my teeth sink into my bottom lip, holding back any noise. he hums lowly, his pointer finger running through my folds, his tongue moving to play with his lip piercing, lips curving upwards once he realises how wet i am.

“so fucking needy, aren’t you? look at you, begging to be fucked, right here. anyone could walk in, but that doesn’t bother you, does it? you just want me to touch you…”

he pauses, hesitating a little, judging the way my eyes search his through the mirror, wondering how he will finish his sentence. though he decides that actions speak louder than words, his finger harshly coming to my clit, rubbing slow circles over it.

“like this, right?” he teases, speeding up his movements, my eyes squeezing shut, head falling backwards to rest against his shoulder once again. resting in the back of my throat, a moan becomes increasingly close to spilling from my lips, my hand reaching upwards desperately, pulling his face roughly to mine, attaching my lips to his as i moan into his mouth, the sound low and muffled.

he chuckles into it, relishing my vulnerability, enjoying the effect that he has on me, making it more and more difficult for me to stay quiet as he speeds up his motions, my lips pressing harder against his own, the kiss messy and heated, holding back the inaudible sounds dangerously close to sounding out. i whine quietly against tom, lips stuttering as i am no longer able to kiss back, my face inches away from his.

his free hand moves downwards, impatiently tugging his boxers down, letting them fall to his feet, not bothering to take them off completely. wearing a dress works to my advantage right now, tom pulling away as his chin rests on my shoulder, studying my facial expression, reaching between my legs and underneath the dress. he moves my panties to the side, positioning his tip at my entrance.

“you gonna stay quiet yeah?” he asks, lips pressing against my shoulder.

i nod my head vigorously, tom watching my face as he moves his hips, slowly sliding into me, my hand flies to my mouth, pressing firmly against it to muffle the sounds that i cannot prevent from spilling from my lips, eyes rolling backwards as he slowly stretches me out, his gaze fixated on my face. his mouth falls open, slow and heavy breaths escaping from it, his hands remaining steadily on my hips as he bottoms out.

“shhh, that’s it, taking me so well. keep that pretty mouth closed, mhm?” he praises, moving backwards, almost pulling out fully, before snapping his hips forwards without warning, my entire body jolting upwards shock as he bottoms out.

he builds a fast pace, thrusting upwards into me from behind, his tip brushing against my sensitive spot as i squeeze my eyes shut, head falling backward once again.

“no no no…” he starts, hand coming upwards to tug on my hair, my eyes quickly jolting open as he circles his hips, creating a whole new angle. “look at yourself in that mirror. watch yourself as i fuck you.”

i can do nothing but comply with his words, watching the way my mouth falls open, tom’s dick thrusting in and out of me. my makeup is ruined, mascara falling down my cheeks in long, black lines, lipstick smudged from the way my lips had messily collided with his own. my eyes fall to study tom’s face - his eyebrows knitted together, teeth sinking into his lips as he struggles to stay silent himself, restrained whines leaving his lips with each sharp movement. sweat lines along his forehead, chest heaving up and down, muscles contracting as he squeezes my hips harshly, applying more and more pressure, steadying his hold on me whilst his dick continues to relentlessly disappear inside of me.

my face falls forward, no longer able to hold myself upright, feeling my climax building up, the urge to let out a soft moan stronger than ever. my walls clench instinctively around his cock, this sudden pressure unexpected to him.

“fuck!” he grunts, biting down harshly on my shoulder to prevent any more noise from leaving his lips. i repeat the motion, his teeth sinking further into my skin as i do so, the pain somehow fuelling the pleasure of his dick moving inside of me, bringing me closer and closer to my release.

his thrusts begin to falter, hips stuttering against me as his head falls backwards, mouth opening in a silent scream, ropes of his thick cum shooting inside of me.

“so close.” i mutter out, my voice only just above a whisper, throat dry and hoarse from my need to restrain it so much, desperate to show tom how good he is making me feel.

“touch yourself baby. c’mon, want you to cum all over my cock.” he encourages, speeding up his thrusts once again, still holding back a little, staring at me through the mirror, nodding his head slowly once my hand moves downwards, fingers playing with my clit as my legs buckle.

“there you go, just like that. feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, chuckling at the weak nods i send his way in response, unable to utter coherent sentences, the knot in my stomach coming undone.

my eyebrows knit together, eyes rolling to the back of my head, tom’s hand coming to cover my mouth.

“let out those pretty sounds schatz, it’s okay. c’mon, show me how good i make you feel.” i sigh in relief, letting out a high pitched moan, the sound muffled within his hand as his hips rock back and forth slowly, riding out my high.

he pulls out slowly, grunting quietly as he reaches for his boxers and jeans, hoisting them upwards, his breathing fast and heavy. i slip the dress off of my body, placing it back on the hanger, quickly putting my own clothes back on. tom turns to face me, slowly backing me up against the wall as his lips meet mine, a cocky smile tugging on them as he leans in. my lips move against his, hands reaching upwards to cup his face. he pulls back, that playful smile still present, his body pressed firmly against my own.

“we should fuck in places like this more often. you look so much hotter when you’re trying to stay quiet.” his lips ghost over mine, biting against them softly, about to lean in and kiss me again, before a stern voice sounds from outside the changing room, tom and i both turning towards the curtain, my face turning a dark shade of red.

“hey, whoever’s in there, get your things and leave right now, or we’re calling the police!”

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[delcakoo]

Imagine riki trying to sleep and you guys are cuddling and you js keep chomping on his neck or face ( like a gentle bite ) and he js has enough and freaking showers you with kisses for a good 10 mins

on a cruise rn so this might suck but ur my second req for niki w a biting s/o so i wanted to offer smtn :,) changed it up a bit but hope u still enjoy bae !! <3

10:07PM — riki ignores the sensation of your plush lips pressing right above his collarbone, allowing you to do as you please before flinching in shock as you bite down absentmindedly. pale fingers tighten against his gaming mouse while his eyes wander down to the top of your head, huffing as you continue working up to the mole-covered skin near his adam’s apple.

he knew you were feeling needy and bored whenever this habit in specific kicked in, and while the biting annoyed him at first — constantly calling you a ‘vampire’ along with other nicknames, he’s grown to accept it and even indulge in the fact that you feel comfortable enough to do this to him and him only.

either way, it could be a bit distracting at time’s like this.

in acknowledgement of your blatant demand for him, he takes the time to crane his neck down and peck your scalp gently, the strings of his black hoodie aimlessly dangling by your face. "this game's almost over, then i'm all yours, jagi. promise.”

despite the nod you offer in reply, riki sighs at the feeling of your lips continuing their journey up his neck, now peppering kisses and nibbling by his jaw. your arms that were once gripping onto the sides of his gaming chair in boredom rise up to wrap around the boy's neck, effectively trapping him in with your affection.

riki finds himself getting hopelessly distracted and endeared by you.

“y/n...” he whines, and at the sound of gunshots being heard along with the clear echo of his game's defeat music, you giggle.

"what?" faking innocence, you finally pull away from riki's neck to send him a teasing smirk.

before you can process anything, long fingers wrap around your waist and pull you over to the grey bed in the middle of the room swiftly, all while riki stares down at you with a lighthearted frown.

"you know exactly what, that was my promotion match too, baby," he complains. as you both get comfortable on the bed, riki flips your body around to spoon you, his chest pressing against your back while the warmth of his embrace engulfs you moments later.

"sorry, you're too tempting," you reply dramatically, eliciting a pleased chuckle from your boyfriend's pretty lips.

though you seemingly ruined a rather important game for him, riki didn't seem any less willing to shower you in the attention you craved through an abundance of kisses — the trail his mouth creates beginning from the skin peeking out of your (his) favourite t-shirt, and all the way up to the soft apple of your cheeks.

when he reaches your ear, he bites down before blowing right into it in his playful, riki way. you yelp of course, jumping away only to be tugged right back in by his annoyingly strong arms. “yah,” you bark, “that tickles!”

he lets out a loud laugh that has a smile tugging onto your own lips. “ay, you deserve it after all that biting,” he refutes through giggles. “now stop moving, jagi. i’m not done with you yet.”

before you can come up with a retort, riki’s lips are already on yours while he does his best to hug you impossibly tighter.

again sorry if this isn’t to ur standards i’m on vacation LMAO 💀 reblogs/comments r appreciated as always, and i’ll try to get an actual fic out instead of these short drabbles once i’m home <\3