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[daughterscars62]

Hello my name is daughterscars62 I had deleted my old account by accident

My old account is @DaughterScars63 do to me being an idiot I Deleted it

If you had followed me on my old account you can follow me here.

IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE!

But as of now I will find my art from my old account and Post them here.

I will remake my art for my Coraline au. And put them in their own blog.

I am incredibly sorry. But now I will be more aware of my account.

I hope this goes out well. and as always have Any Amazing Day 💛

Thank you for reading ✨

-Scars

[happyprincesscycle]

Grump and Pupp

Pairings: Grumpy!Billy Butcher x Sunshine!Reader

Summary: Billy Butcher and the reader with the Shrek and Donkey dynamic. Basically Butcher is a grumpy old man and you are like a cute puppy yapping and following him everywhere and no matter how much he tries to get you off of his ass you just can't seem to get a hint.

(Recently rewatched Shrek and he reminded me of Butcher lol. I thought a dynamic like that would be so funny with him so I gave butch a sweet yapping friend who he cannot get rid of)

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Billy Butcher was no stranger to solitude. In fact, he preferred it that way—peace and quiet, no one to answer to, no one to bother him. But that all went out the window the day you stumbled into his life, a young, bright-eyed, relentlessly cheerful force of nature that had somehow decided he was your new best friend.

He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he was alone, enjoying a quiet pint at his favorite dingy pub, and the next, there you were, plopping down beside him like you belonged there, chatting away like you’d known him for years.

“You look like someone who could use a friend,” you’d said with a grin, as if that explained everything.Butcher had glared at you, silently willing you to leave. But you didn’t take the hint—in fact, you didn’t seem to notice the hint at all.

And from that moment on, it was like you’d attached yourself to him with some sort of invisible leash, following him everywhere, talking his ear off, and generally driving him up the wall.

“Oi, Butcher! You ever think about getting a pet?” you asked one day as the two of you wandered through the city, your voice as bubbly as ever. “I bet you’d be great with a dog! Or maybe a cat—they’re more independent, like you. But then again, cats can be kinda grumpy, and you’re already grumpy enough…”

Butcher stopped in his tracks, spinning around to face you. “Will you just shut it for five bloody minutes?”You blinked at him, your smile never wavering.

“Sure! But can I just say one more thing?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna say it anyway, aren’t you?” “Yep!” you chirped. “I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be fun if we had a secret handshake? Like, something really complicated with lots of fist bumps and twirls—oh, and maybe a little dance at the end! It’d be our thing, you know?”

Butcher stared at you, wondering how in the hell you’d managed to survive this long. “A secret handshake? You’re serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack!” you replied, nodding eagerly. “Come on, let’s come up with one right now!”

Butcher rubbed his face, feeling the last of his patience slipping away. “Listen, I ain’t got time for handshakes or dances or any of this bollocks. I’ve got a job to do, and you’re just in the way.”

You frowned for the first time, looking genuinely confused. “In the way? But I’m helping, aren’t I? I mean, who else is gonna keep you company while you do… whatever it is you do?”

Butcher opened his mouth to retort, but the words died on his tongue. You were right—well, sort of. He didn’t need company, but for some reason, you’d stuck around longer than anyone else ever had. And despite himself, he couldn’t completely hate it. Not that he’d ever admit that, of course.

“Look,” he said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I’m a dangerous bloke, alright? People who get close to me end up gettin’ hurt. You’d do well to bugger off while you still can.”

You just grinned at him, completely unfazed. “Dangerous, shmangerous! I’m not going anywhere, Best friends stick together, Butcher!”

Butcher let out a long, suffering sigh. “Christ, you’re like a bloody tick…”

But despite his grumbling, he found himself continuing down the street, with you happily tagging along beside him, yapping away about something or other.

And as much as he tried to tune you out, he couldn’t help but catch bits and pieces of your chatter.

“—and then we could get matching jackets! Maybe something with skulls on the back, or flaming swords! Oh, and we definitely need a cool team name. How about ‘Butcher’s Team’? Or maybe ‘The Butcher Bunch’? No, wait! I’ve got it—‘The Grump and The Pup’!”

Butcher shook his head, half-amused despite himself. “You’re a right pain in the arse, you know that?”

“Yep!” you replied cheerfully. “But you love me anyway.”He scoffed, but there was no heat behind it.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sunshine.”

[saturn-lia]

~ Our little date 🩸

Character: Scar (Wuthering waves)

Content: oneshot, SLIGHT NSFW (nothing that serious), scar x reader, fem!reader.

Just scar begin obsessed with you, so much that he is going insane.

again, you find yourself face to face with Scar, for the umpteenth time in the last 3 weeks.

Your icy gaze challenges his defiant one.

"don't look at me like that, come on. If you keep doing this I won't be able to control myself, love." Scar chuckled

In a fraction of a second he appeared in front of you, tipping your chin up with his finger to meet his gaze.

"we haven’t met for 2 days straight, why not enjoy our alone time once more?"

“don’t call me love.”

You approach even more to look deeper into his eyes, making sure he knows how serious you are.

Scar's smile widened, looking as if he took pride in your reaction.

"Why not? But that's what we are, hm?" He leaned forward, his thumb gently caressing her cheek, "I mean, I can't stop thinking about you. What more can I call you?"

Scar's touch caused a shiver to run up her spine, but she did her best to ignore it, attempting to move away from his touch.

With all your strength, you push Scar to the ground trapping him with the weight of your body, blade aimed at his throat as your the knee pushes against his stomach.

He lets out a strangled gasp falling to the ground, his left hand trapped underneath yours.

“...Well, this is rather...intimate," he muses with a chuckle, a smirk still playing on his lips, "If this is how you want to start off, then be my guest, darling. I love nothing more than to enjoy these little power struggles of yours."

you push your knee into his stomach, enough to make him struggle to speak, he flinches.

“You’re just trying to get me on your side.”

Scar's body tremulously shuddered from the pressure on his stomach, making his smirk falter slightly as he struggled to speak, his breath hitching.

Despite this, he still tried to maintain his composure, trying his best not to give you the satisfaction you crave to see.

"And if I am?" He manages to retort through gritted teeth, his gaze still fixed upon you with a mixture of defiance and amusement.

“Did they tell you to seduce me so that it would be easier to convince me?” you say without breaking eye contact, your faces are inches apart.

As their breaths mingle, a slight blush starts to form on Scar's cheeks, the proximity between them beginning to have an effect on him. He takes a moment to answer, his gaze unwavering as he looks deeply into her eyes.

"Well, they didn't tell me anything," he finally says, a sultry undertone evident in his voice, "but even if they did, I would still be drawn to you. Seduce you or not, I don't care about any of that. It's just you and me, now."

"Yeah sure" you stay alert, still pointing your sword at him, you stand up letting him go.

Scar stands up, a devious look gleaming in his eyes as he brushes off the dust on his clothes while watching her with a smirk. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks up, his tone mischievous

"Ah, I do love how you treat me with such passion." He laughs. "But come now, you can't deny the chemistry between us. Why not we take a step back and have some fun together?"

“It would end up with you trying to kill me”

He chuckled at your response, his smirk widening into a full-blown grin.

"Killing you? Now, why would I want to do that when you make such an entertaining plaything?" He said in mock disappointment, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Tell me, love, what's the point of a game if it ends too quickly? Where's the thrill, the excitement? Don't you enjoy a good chase?"

as he approaches, you take a few steps back.

Noticing her retreat, Scar slows his pace, his movements almost languid as he continues to approach her with a wicked smile on his face.

"There, there... No need to back away," he coos, his voice taking on a more seductive tone. "I won't hurt you, my darling. But isn't this so much more exhilarating than just getting rid of each other?"

A chuckle escapes his lips as he notices your blush, his smirk widening in delight. With a flick of his wrist, he disarms your sword, the weapon clattering to the ground with a dull thunk.

He steps forward, eliminating the remaining space between them and pressing his body against her, the heat between them almost palpable. He leans forward, their faces mere inches apart, his breath hot on her neck as he whispers softly in their ear.

"You can't deceive me, my love. I know you want this just as much as I do."

You try to escape from the weight of his body that pins you against the wall, but he is quicker than you to grab your wrists with one hand, and trap them above your head.

Seeing her struggle, Scar's grip on her wrists tightens slightly, a possessive glint in his eyes as he presses them further against the wall, his body trapping them in place.

"What's the point of resisting, my dear? You may deny it for now, but I know the truth. You're here because deep down, you desire me."

He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your skin as he murmurs against your neck.

His words carry a mixture of confidence and desire as his gaze lingers on her, a subtle shiver runs down her spine.

"You're so beautiful, it's almost a crime…and yet, you're still trying to deny us both the pleasure we deserve."

Scar's free hand starts to slowly run down her body, exploring her form with a possessive touch.

"You don't need to be so shy. Let your desires run free. Let me give you everything you crave, my love," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin as his mouth finds its way to her neck, planting soft and lingering kisses along the tender flesh there.

You try in every way not to fall into the sweet trap he set for you, but you've had enough of pretending you don't like it so, you abandon yourself to his touch.

A smirk spreads across his lips as he senses her finally giving in, the way she melts into his touch only igniting a fire within him even more.

"There, there, my dear," he murmurs against the skin, "Let go of your doubts and fears, and just enjoy this moment with me."

Scar continues to shower her with his heated affections, his mouth moving along her neck and collarbone as his free hand continues its exploratory journey over her body.

your arms feel like jelly, when he loosens his grip on your wrists you let your arms fall to his shoulders.

As she moves, he takes the opportunity to slide his own hands around her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing even more firmly against each other.

"You're so responsive," he praises in a low voice, his breath hot against their skin.

He begins to plant soft kisses along her neck, his mouth moving up towards her jaw as he savors the taste of her skin.

A muffled moan escapes your lips as if your subconscious is demanding more from his touch.

A low growl escapes Scar's lips as he hears her soft moans, his hold on her waist tightening.

"That's it," he whispers huskily, "let me hear you, my love."

His mouth trails upwards, pressing hot kisses along her jaw before he captures her lips in a possessive kiss

He moans softly against her lips, the sound muffled by their kiss. Her eagerness fuels his desire even more, his hands beginning to wander lower.

The kiss grows deeper, more intense, his hunger for her apparent in the way he claims her mouth with heated passion.

You break the kiss to move your mouth on his neck, working on leaving a mark on it, while your hands slowly trace his body lower and lower

A sharp inhale escapes Scar's lips, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"Oh, you cheeky minx," he purrs with a low chuckle, his breath coming in ragged gasps now. His hands rest on her lower spine, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles as they brush against the soft skin beneath his touch. He lets out a soft groan as he feels her hands travel lower and lower, unable to hide the effect your touch has on him.

“You want me that much, Scar?”

"You have no idea..."

His breath hitches with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, tilting his head back to give her better access.

"You have no idea how badly I've craved your touch," he confesses, his voice almost a whisper. "Every second, every moment, every breath we're apart is torture. I ache to be close to you in every way possible. That's how much I want you."

A sharp gasp escapes from his lips as her touch finally reaches its desired destination, the sound a mixture of shock and raw pleasure. His body shudders slightly, his eyes widening a fraction.

"Oh, sweet hell..." he curses, an involuntary groan escaping his lips. "You're going to drive me mad, my love."

His hands tighten their grip on her, holding her firmly against his body.

“Don’t hold back, wasn’t this what you wanted?” She whispered against the boiling hot skin of his neck, now covered in marks.

His breath hitches at her words, the mixture of her touch and her whisper against his skin fueling the burning desire coursing through his veins.*

"Yes, yes..." he responds, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "This is all I want... All I need."

His eyes shut, lost in the bliss of her touch as he gives in to the tidal waves of pleasure crashing over him.

“they’d kill me if we get caught, I’m supposed to work, you know?” Scar said.

”I know, but enjoy the moment for now, let’s keep this between us, shall we?”

A grin spreads across Scar's face at her words.

"Your wish is my command, my dear," he replies with a chuckle, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

He presses up against her once more, pinning her against the wall with a strong hold. He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers,

"They'll never find out if we keep this between us."

in that right moment, a feminine voice is heard behind them

“Between the three of us?”

Scar's eyes widen in shock as he abruptly breaks away from her his heart racing furiously as he tries to regain his composure. Seeing Phrolova suddenly appear startled him, and he quickly composes himself, straightening his clothes and forcing a calm expression.

"Hey, what's... what's up?" he asks, feigning nonchalance despite the surprise still evident in his voice.

Phrolova's gaze flicks between Scar and him, she raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

Phrolova: "What's going on here, lovebirds?"

Scar shoots a quick glance at her. His usual cocky smirk returns as he turns back to Phrolova

"Oh, nothing, just a little bit of... intense conversation…”

He turns to face you.

“Our time is sadly over, my dear, I would have liked to tease you a little more.”

He winks at you as he walks away.

Phrolova chuckles, a knowing look on her face as she eyes the both of them.

He shoots you a last lingering glance, his eyes holding a mixture of hunger and desire before he finally turns away.

Phrolova glances at you with a smirk once Scar is gone.

Phrolova:”Looks like you have the notorious playboy, Scar, wrapped around your little finger."

Hi hello I’m Lia yes it’s my first oneshot, hope you liked ❤️

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[lexiene]

[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 24 : ° ✧ ]

Inspired by this couple tiktok vid ehehe ( /^ ▽ ^ )/

When you and Megumi go out for grocery cause you ran out of things like snacks and essentials especially your favorite pregnancy food for craving moments even though you are barely 5 weeks, already craving for more sweets. In which Megumi deadpanned when you demanded him to go out and buy.

It can't be helped though, cause he loves ya.

While in the store you were planning something for him that makes your feet giggling in excitement as Megumi grab and pulls out the small cart that will be using and he said to you that he'll start with the beverage aisle and kisses your knuckles (cause thats his love language dont ask me) and you nodded and kiss his cheek which painted his cheeks red.

Then your plan starts as you see a variety of balloons clipped in their stand you of course choose the dog one with the resemblance of his precious Divine Dogs.

You quickly unclipped the object and circle around the aisle to met his back facing you he was still looking at the beverage scanning for cheaper one.

You take your chance and slowly clip the balloon to his jacket. Locator secured.

You stiffen your laugh making Megumi turns to you saying 'what?' and you said 'nothing' you then follow up to him that you go to the baby aisle searching for toys for the upcoming baby you'll be sure to find him in no time. As he looked at you in questionable why are you giggling then proceed to the next aisle.

After you grabbed the cute baby toys you then search for your husband instead calling him you look up from the aisle and beam.

He's in the pasta aisle, with the locator floating.

As the time goes by, Megumi starts to suspecting something from you that you won't stop giggling everytime you approach him while you put down the things needed into the cart and saying your going to the next aisle.

Maybe your hormones just being extremely happy?

Then later on an old lady chuckle behind his back saying 'Is there something wrong?' he questions the elder then she pointed up and following her pointed above and froze in embarrassment.

Is that a balloon?

Was that with him all the time and he didn't even noticed?

The elder lady points 'What an extremely adorable thing floating around you young man, must be your lover's doing,' she chuckles again as his ears turned completely red and apologizes to her that he caused a distraction removed it from him but she didn't mind at all and said that was normal and entertaining.

Oh he's gonna serious talk with you.

Finally you grabbed the last thing from today's list and time to get or rather find Megumi in easy way as you search the balloon and noticed that the balloon was gone like completely gone.

Shoot. He must been noticed it.

As your hip met with clank of the cart behind you is your angry lookin husband glares at you and the balloon seating and tied in the cart so it won't float.

'It seems you planned this from the start and now you got me embarrassed' he torts at you.

You only stared at him and then completely laughed out which melt down his embarrassment into lovingly state. But still you apologize to him and adorably said because he was adorable on it.

He sighed to himself that he couldn't take you so much because it was your fault making him falling in love with you again. ( Tehee )

[onsunnyside]

✨spicy link ✨this is fk!ari you can’t convince me otherwise 😵‍💫🫠

when I tell you I’m up at night thinking about this like god damn

oh my 😵‍💫 you're so right

You've lost count of how many positions he's put you in and after the most recent one, you're surprised you could still breathe. Even now the oxygen feels thin, as though he's still above you, squishing you into the mattress as he pounds into your cunt.

His deep groans pull you under, small gasps puffing from your swollen lips as your head falls in the crook of his elbow. You manage a weak cry of his name as he slips a finger alongside his cock, stretching your sore hole even wider.

"Look at yourself, sugar, so damn pretty." He murmurs against your cheek, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. "Aren't you glad you stayed home with me?"

Your yes comes out more like a whisper but Ari hears you loud and clear.

"Think you could take another?" His hips stutter when you clench around him tightly, nearly suffocating him, "f-fuck, you gotta relax, sugar."

When Ari convinced you to call in sick today, you assumed that you'd have a relaxing day in, maybe watch a few movies and order food from that new restaurant you've been wanting to try. You didn't expect an hours-long fuckfest where he had you on every surface of his trailer, pounding every thought from your head, pumping you full of his seed twice already, and making you come far more than that.

"You wanna try for me, baby?" He rasps, kissing down your sweaty neck, taking out his fingers to gather his previous load and smear it up to your swollen clit, "gonna let daddy stuff your pretty cunt until you can't take anymore?"

"I-I can try," you whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks, "but you're, uh—so b-big, daddy."

"I know, sugar, daddy knows. But look at you," He keeps your head facing towards the mirror, "look how fuckin' pretty you are when you're all used and dumb—daddy wants to see just how pretty you could get. Is that okay?"

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Consequences | revenge sex with Levi

✧ notes ➼ !!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!!, levi smut, 18+, lightly proofread, my first time writing anything smut-related since like 2017, i just really want revenge sex levi ok, like i will pay someone to write a whole scenario i just - a;lsdfja;lskdjf

so i really can't stop thinking about revenge sex levi like

just imagine how he'd be if you were out on a date and you were wearing The Dress™ that he picked out for you. at first, it was because you looked damn gorgeous in it, but of course, as the night progresses, his attention shifts from the dress in general on you to specifically your features in the dress: the way it hugged your curves, the way the dress stretches around your ass, and the way it just made you look so. fucking. gorgeous. to the point that all levi can think about is you

and you know what makes it even worse? you know this. you knew this from the minute you walked out of your bedroom in your outfit. levi had always found you irresistible at baseline, but seeing you walking towards him in this dress made him want to drop all the plans you had for the night just so he could bury his face into you for the rest of the night.

and you're feeling particularly feisty, so of course you're brushing up against him in all the right ways during the party. you're purposely running your hands gently around more ~intimate~ areas when you know that he can't react without giving up a fair amount of his pride. you're making sure that he has extra glimpses of all of the parts of you that particularly sets him off. you took some sinister joy out of seeing him squirm for the entirety of the night. as composed as levi was, you knew you had it in you to break him.

by the time you get home, levi is ravenous. you barely take a step into the door before he's all over you, a bit rougher than even he usually is. he's filled with impatience, longing, and lust. you'd been teasing him all night, any expectation of continued composed behavior was wishful thinking.

his hands travel all over the areas of your body that he'd been forced to watch, yet unable to feel all night: your ass, your tits, your lips. as he's peppering rough, sloppy kisses up and down your neck, levi quietly grumbles into your ear about how you've been teasing him all night and exactly how mad it was driving him.

he'd push you down onto the bed, before descending on you, using one hand to pin you down by your wrists and the other to quickly travel to your inner thigh, gently brushing his fingers against your core, chuckling at how absolutely wet you already were.

he'd gently press down on your clit, circling his fingers around it, gradually adding more and more pressure, kissing you even harder as you began to moan and squirm under his touch. he'd squeeze your wrists harder to get a firmer grip on you the more you moved.

a dark look appears in his eyes as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes his middle finger all the way inside you, curling his finger up to hit the one spot that made you see stars. levi plants another rough kiss onto your lips before slipping in his index finger as well, using his thumb to continue rubbing against your clit, relishing in the way that your body was moving underneath him.

the look in his eyes is borderline sadistic as levi felt your entire body (and especially your core) tense as your orgasm approached.

"you wanna cum?" he'd whisper into your ear, pushing down harder onto your clit as he felt your body shudder underneath him as you begged and begged for him to let you release. however, you had been a dick to him all night and this was levi, so he removes his hand as soon as he feels you teetering over the edge, giving you a subtle smirk at your frustrated expression at having your orgasm stolen from you.

"you've been teasing the hell out of me all night, so it seems unfair for me to just give you what you want, right? why don't we have some fun with this, first?"

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[educatedsimps]

daily convos with Jo: how to tell if your friend is slowly descending into the depths of insanity

[dokoni-mo]

So your wonderful sketches have sparked the fluff part of my brain with an idea!

What if bunny was an artist or simply liked doodling and they had a sketchbook. So maybe one day they left their sketchbook on the counter. And because Peepaw willy is nosy as fuck, he looks through it, and finds sketches of himself. Kinda a lot of sketches of him.

He’ll probably bring it up with his dear bunny, because they’re simply so cute to him. How sweet of them to doodle him💜. But personally i think this would be a disaster for three reasons.

1. Inflates his ego

2. Inflates his ego

3. Inflates his ego

Thoughts??

CHERRY ADLFKJAJKFF;A YOU CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THISSS /LH

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader 20 will almost 40), sensual touching, will likes to snoop lol, he's also obsessive, and VERY egotistical, sir kink, sexual themes, teasing, dom/sub undertones, allusions to corruption kink, not proofread IMSORRY

It depends on what you mean by a disaster tbh,, Like yes of course it's gonna inflate his ego to holy hell LMFAOO like just the thought of you sitting there on your own? Thinking of him so much that you draw him a bit of an embarrassing amount of times? Oh my god he is over the moon

You're not ever gonna share this information though. It's embarrassing, at least to you, so you'd never show him on your own. You'd show him some of the other things you draw, but never those ones. But you underestimate how nosy Will is. Especially when it comes to his bunny. He wants to know every single little thing about you, and he knows there's pages in that sketchbook he hasn't seen.

So when you leave your backpack unattended to whilst you're in the shower, of course he's gonna rummage through there. How could he not? When it's so easy? Besides, he's learning more about you. And, in turn, that'll help him take care of you better. Why wouldn't you like that?

He pours through your bag and digs out all your books and papers, reading over them all. He finds your handwriting cute, and some of your essays are actually interesting to him. He even finds some of the notes you pass back and forth to Michael during class.

He throws those away.

But oh what do we have here? Your sketchbook that you keep so heavily guarded. Why do you feel the need to hide things from him, little bun? Don't you trust him?

Shifting through the pages though, he quickly learns why you didn't share all the pages. Your art is somewhat stylized, but he can tell what those sketches are of.

Of him.

Pages and pages of him.

Oh bunny. Weren't you supposed to be focused on your lessons? Why are you doodling him in the margins of your notes then, hm? Did sir really occupy your mind that much? Oh sweetie, if you missed him that much, you were always welcome to come to his office. Just because you weren't in his bed didn't mean the two of you couldn't have some fun, not at all. Sir knows plenty of fun games he could show you there. You know you're always welcome, too.

Before he can delve too deep in his fantasies of you, you snatch the sketchbook out of his hands and slam it shut, your face beet-red. You had snuck up behind him after your shower, him too lost in his filthy thoughts to pay enough attention.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, feverishly with your sweet little eyes wide open.

He can't help but smirk as he steps closer to you, causing you to lean up against the kitchen counter with your sketchbook behind your back, "You know exactly what I'm doing, little bunny."

"I-It's not fair to look through my things like that... That's mean."

William chuckled as he placed each of his arms on the counter, pinning you in place as he leaned in close.

"Oh, sweet thing. You should know by now that sir doesn't ever play fair. Tell me," he said, only loud enough for you to hear, "When did you draw all those, hm?"

"I... " you trailed off, your gaze falling to the floor. William was quick to remedy this, using his large, strong hand to point your chin back up at him. His grey, lust-filled eyes staring into your timid ones.

"Answer me, bunny. Use your words like I taught you to."

Your face as getting hotter by the second, "It was... While I was bored doing homework..."

The brit tutted, "But that's when you should be paying attention to your studies, is it not?"

"Y-Yes... It is, sir."

William's other hand found its home on your waist, "But what were you doing instead, little one?"

He already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you say it.

You bit the inside of your cheek, "I was... I was thinking about you. And that I missed you, sir..."

The older man let out a low groan from the back of his throat, a wash of pleasure rolling down his spine. Oh you just loved him that much, didn't you bunny? He just made you feel that good, didn't he? Where that's all you could ever think about? Only him? Precious rabbit. If only you knew just how much he thought of you.

William's thumb pressed against your bottom lip as he studied your face, the tightness in his pants becoming hard to ignore.

"Oh, bunny," he cooed, "whatever will I do with you? I'm not sure whether if its appropriate to punish you or reward you."

The brit's thumb slid across on your lips as you spoke.

"Th-that's for you to decide, sir."

His smirk depended at your words, the pressure in his pants too hard to ignore now.

Perhaps you could help with that, wouldn't you?

"I suppose it is, isn't it? Good bunny. On your knees, little one. Now."

[vyph2001]

Maid OG!CIH

[betweenbreaths]

a good drink (zoro x reader)

Summary: You learn the hard way never to steal from a pirate, especially not from a petty swordsman.

Rating: 18+ (smut - you have been warned)

A/N: Just a little self-indulgent thing I whipped up after being fed-up with my WIPs. Hope you enjoy!

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"This tastes surprisingly good," Zoro remarks, as he licks his lips clean with a smirk. Tipping his head up, he eyes the look on your face—and you can only imagine how you look like from his view. Perhaps flushed, your eyes unfocused and half-lidded, lips parted in protest from his momentary break.

"Zoro, please," you whine, fingers weaving into his green hair and tugging towards you again. His head stays stubbornly in place, not yielding to your pleas. He seems to be enjoying the sight of you begging, if the growing smirk on his face is any indication. Any other day, you would be itching to wipe it off with a good punch, but right now all you can think about is his tongue on your clit and all the sinful things he was making you feel just moments ago.

Since moving him doesn't work, you roll your hips, trying to inch closer to his mouth but it doesn't get you anywhere either. Your hands are tied securely to the bedframe by his bandana, so all you can do is lay there and let Zoro do whatever he wants with you.

Once he's decided you've stewed long enough, he plunges his hot tongue back into your folds again, causing your head to tip back with a keening moan. Your hips buck towards him before you can help it, and you feel his tongue sweep up the line of your wet slit, straight to your sensitive, pink clit. The tip of his tongue traces the nub in a circular motion, before rolling over it with more force than before and his lips close in, teeth grazing it and sucking hard.

It's like electricity is flowing through your body; the pleasure comes like sparks flying off your skin. You can hear the sound of him sucking, lapping up your juices and savouring you as if you're the finest drink he's ever had.

"Faster. Please. More," you whimper, pulling at his hair. Single words are all you can manage, other than the filthy moans leaving your mouth. You can feel it, your climax getting closer, but Zoro just isn't giving it to you.

"I'm savoring the taste of you," he replies, meeting your gaze and you can see the mirth gleaming in his eyes, "since someone stole my drink earlier."

Petty, that's what Roronoa Zoro is. Of course he would bring that up now, when he has you putty in his hands, needy and desperate for release. All you did was take the bottle lying all by itself on the kitchen counter and drink the last of it. How were you supposed to know it was his drink?

You're about to protest that he should have labelled the damn bottle in the first place, when you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, sinking into you in the next second. Whatever retort you came up with dies instantly in your throat, thoughts scattering and mind going blank as you feel yourself being filled.

His fingers pull back, and plunge into you again, all at a maddeningly slow pace. Grinding your hips into the air does nothing, as before. You can't even move your legs, one of which has been thrown over his shoulder while the other is being held by the calf and spread apart so he has full access to your wet pussy. You're helpless, in every sense of the word, and at the mercy of a particularly unforgiving man to boot.

"Got any complaints? It's your fault for stealing from a pirate."

By now you've given up on reasoning, all sense and logic having left you by now. All you can register is Zoro fingering and eating you out at the same time, and the mounting tension in your lower abdomen is starting to consume you whole.

"Z-Zoro... I'm close..."

At the sound of your whine, he suddenly stops moving. For a second, you're confused. It doesn't take long before you're making a sound of protest and tugging on his hair in a bid to get him to continue.

"Don't stop..."

"Is that how you apologise for stealing someone's drink?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please, make me cum." The apology tumbles out of your mouth immediately without an ounce of shame. You're eyeing his wet fingers, waiting with bated breaths for him to slide them inside you again, and to use his mouth to make you unravel completely.

"That's more like it," he says with a grin, seemingly satisfied with your hasty, desperate words, much to your relief.

His mouth closes in on you again, and his fingers thrust into you, harder and faster than before. The tips of your toes die into the bedsheets as your back arches, moaning and crying out for more.

You're so close. You can feel it, the waves of pleasure coming as Zoro sucks and plays with you, observing and drinking in every reaction you make to his ministrations.

You lose track of the seconds or minutes that pass. The tension grows and grows low in your belly like a rubber band being stretched to snapping point.

"Cum for me," Zoro says, with a light moan into your centre that has you shaking from the vibration of his deep voice against your skin.

As if under a spell, your body obeys. A loud cry of his name leaves your lips as you come, head tipping back into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm does its number on you. You feel your body quake as the man continues to go down on you, lengthening and drawing out your climax as far as he can.

Before long, your body begins to still, coming down from its pleasurable high. Your chest heaves as you pant, trying to catch your breath while your vision clears up.

Zoro's eyes meet yours then, and he pulls away from your wet, throbbing cunt, a string of your cum following his lips.

"Don't think you're getting off that easily," Zoro says, voice commanding and making you shiver. You watch in silence as he stands up, pulling out his cock. His member is stiff, standing tall and slick with pre-cum, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Zoro must have seen the desire in your eyes too, because the corner of his lips lifts into a smug smirk.

"On your knees. I'll teach you to apologise properly."

[itsheccincheebs]

So what if Izuku nearly has a stroke before their first date even begins? He's doing his best, okay?! Meanwhile, Aria knows exactly what she's doing...

Read from the beginning...

[heartpawp]

sin triangle - I

read it on ao3 here

There’s nothing like finding the perfect thing. Which might as well be everything for you, little magpie.

While you were on one of your weekly walks, definitely not avoiding your blatant debt and lack of knowledge on what a loan was— you stumbled upon this fancy little hotel. It was one you had seen on TV, the flashy picture box straining your eyes but being completely irresistible to not do so. It had been rebuilt, you saw, the abrasive signs blazing in every direction.

Upon smashing through a window you had previously thought to be an open balcony, you’ve come to find a year’s worth of shinies. Plucking a shard of glass out the flesh of your shoulder, you sift through tons of trinkets. Necklaces, pretty metallic blades, earrings, soda tabs..

In other words: A gold mine!

“Oh, oh! This is gorgeous.”

“Yes, yes, this is so shiny and beautiful and..”

You whisper under your breath with, frankly, inconsistent caution, eyeing a fancy little charm. “This too!” You look over at the rack below it, gasping in awe and swiping a fancy little copper broach encrusted with jewels. You flip it over, and on the back there’s an engraved date from a long time ago— the rust creeping up the sides. It’s dated to around the time you were alive, 1926. “So many pretties..” Looking behind you to check for intruders, you shriek. (Not minding the fact of the matter is that you are the detested intruder) You feel a hand reach around your back to rest on your shoulders. Spindly claws tap at your collarbone, too cold to be even remotely close to human.

“Oh, aren’t you just darling?” A devilish man asks close to your ear, and you can almost feel your knees buckle. It sounds awfully like.. Static. Um, but he’s complimenting you at least..? This is for sure just one of Alastor’s many sly ways of taunting you— but you pay the insinuations no mind. This one is too much a threat— and a tall glass of water —for you to not lean into his tricks. You’ve got to hold on to hope somehow, right? Ha..

Pushing away every single warning, bubbling thought in your mind, you slip your hands in your pockets and rock on your feet nervously. “Um, thank you, sir..?” Your voice cracks, and in a fit of embarrassment, you shoot your head down and clear your throat. Ugh, no.

This just won’t do.

Getting caught first thing in the morning is not what you were planning on doing today. And it clearly also wasn’t the case for this fellow. “Well, ta-ta! I’ve got to run!” You squeal, and attempt to slide out of the grandiose hotel. Your glossy wings expand, the greenish-turquoise plumage shining in the light coming through the windows. (Maybe you should do this sort of thing at night..) It was silly of you to even try and steal from the infamous Radio Demon, and at the very least; a guaranteed death sentence.

If you didn’t make it out now, there’s definitely no other side for you to enjoy. It wasn’t like you were going to be spared, much less magically appear in Heaven beyond your expiration date. All you are at this point is curdled milk, as so with every sinner to die and be sunk down to the depths of torture.

To your hellish luck, he lets you escape. By escape, he means let you fall into the claws of the hotel’s residents. They’re pests, but you’re sure you can kill a few to glide by easily. What you don’t expect is for those same residents to be even capable of pinning you down like a twisted game at the carnival.

You thrash in place, and barely hold off dry heaving as you see Alastor’s form descend from his Voodoo-esque shadows. You were dead. You were a right fool to think you could escape the worst overlord in hell— who did you think you were? To even dare to think he didn’t have this all figured out from the moment he spotted you dawdling near his possessions.

The demon’s voice drawls out evilly, a sinister tone itching you under your skin. “Filthy,” He sings. “Little,” You swallow your mucus, choking out a cough. “Thief.” It was a decent run, in the end. To be sad about it would be a waste— Huh?

Suddenly, party streamers litter the room with an annoyingly high-pitched squeak. For a second, you think you’re being suffocated, but the crêpe paper proves otherwise. It is scratchy on your skin, and a familiar face you know for a fact you’ve seen on the TV down at the shops appears in your blotchy vision. Opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, miss little “Charlie Morningstar!” yaps in your face without reason.

Maybe you’d rather die.

But at least you have the pretties!

[theflikchic]

Dare shout-out to the "Snape wasn't bullied! It was a rivalry!" discourse for making me realize I was actually ruthlessly bullied in high school! And screw anti-bullying lectures for gaslighting me into believing otherwise!

[onsunnyside]

Here it is !! Flamingo King snippet for part 7, originally from part 6 but moved to the epilogue/bonus chapter 🦩❤️‍🔥 I’ve never loved a fic this much and am so thankful for all of your support !! I hope you all enjoy 🥰🫶

“Hey, sugar, you know you don’t gotta knock.”

“I just thought it would only be fair for tonight.” You shyly hold out a bouquet of flowers, vibrant red and yellow tulips from the best florist in the city. “These are for you. I was thinkin’ we could stop by the bakery after dinner? They brought back your favourite pie and I told them to save us a good one.”

Ari stands there for a moment, looking between you and the flowers. Then, he slaps the door, “awh shit, that was today? I thought—” he groans, “I thought it was tomorrow, Friday right?”

“Today is Friday.”

“Shit.” He curses, “The Den has been a fuckin’ zoo with all the college kids being back in town, my brain is fried and my eyes fuckin’ hurt from staring at a screen all day. Aside from bartending, Curtis has us doing all this paperwork and—” he shoulders sag, “nevermind. No need to be standing out there, come in, baby.”

The light flickers on and you can finally see him properly.

Eyeglasses are on the tip of his nose, his hair is messy and pulled out of his face with a small clip, one you recognize from your small vanity at home. His normally glowy skin is dull and tired, and dark bags make his eyes appear sunken into his face.

You’ve seen him dishevelled, but nothing this exhausted.

He’s still as pretty as ever, but just so terribly tired.

“Give me a few minutes, I’ll get ready quickly.” Then he’s off to his bedroom, abandoning his laptop and coffee table cluttered with dirty dishes, and plenty of papers.

A blanket and pillow that used to occupy his big, comfy bed are on the couch, along with a spare t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. His record player is off, no slow rock song filling his trailer like usually.

You hear several slams and bangs before peeking into his bedroom and it’s a mess, far worse than the living room. Clothes skewed over his bed, the laundry bin overflowing and more stacks of empty dishes on his nightstands, although outnumbered by takeout containers.

Ever since you met Ari, he took pride in his spotless home and kept his things organized. He was diligent with weekly cleans, and often reminded you of laundry day so you could do your chores together.

It’s been quite wild for you too from sports season and the rush of people coming in after school or work. Even Andy had to hire new staff just to keep up with the hoard of customers.

Despite being busy, you’ve still made time for each other, going out for late night ice cream, or hanging out in your trailer watching movies on the laptop that you got for a massive discount (from a particular blond cutie with a goatee). But you haven’t been over in a few days, a week at most, and you didn’t know it was this bad.

“Ari.”

“Hold on!” he calls out, digging through his dressers as clothes fall to the floor.

“Ari.”

“Where the fuck are my jeans?” He sweeps through the hangers again, squinting behind his glasses, “Why do I have so many flannels?”

You step behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Pressing your cheek against his bare back, you can feel his rigid muscles under his skin. Poor baby, he’s so overworked and drained, yet he was still trying to put you first.

“We don’t have to go tonight.”

“We do. You got all dolled up and bought me flowers. You were gonna wine and dine me, and you can’t do that if we’re stuck in this pigsty.”

You squeeze him tighter, refusing to let go. You know he could easily overpower you, throw you on the bed and continue getting ready. But instead, he just sinks into your touch, slumping over and bracing himself on the dresser.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sugar.”

“Don’t be.”

He always took care of you. Making sure you ate during the day, stayed hydrated and out of the harsh sun. He wouldn’t eat until you took a first bite, and always put snacks and water in your bag before you went to work. Sometimes on his days off, he’d get into your trailer by using the key you gave him and tidy up, wanting you to come home and be able to relax.

Ari has done so much for you.

It takes a few more kisses, some affectionate squeezing and running your hands up and down his chest for him to turn around.

His eyebrows are knotted tight, and a deep solemn frown plays on his lips. You notice his beard is thicker too, a smidge longer than his usual trim.

“I’m so tired—I don’t know what the hell is happening.” He sags forward, slinging his arms over your shoulders and tugging you closer.

You turn your head, kissing his bicep. “Wanna talk about it?”

He shrugs. “It’s work, work and work. That’s all I fuckin’ do now. I love The Den and working with my friends, and it always gets busy this time of year but shit…” he huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. “It was fine before because I had nothin’ else to do but now I have you.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, “You're my girl—how the hell can I give you the attention, time and love that you deserve if I can’t even remember what day it is?”

Your heart aches as you stare into his disappointed blue eyes. Framed by thick lashes, they blink so slowly and sleepily.

“I don’t—I refuse to lose you because of something stupid like this.”

“You’re not going to lose me over one missed date.” You promise, meaning every word.

He chuckles dryly and turns back around to search through the closet again. “It starts like that. Then it’s another and another, and soon we aren’t even seeing each other for days at a time and resort to texts and five minute calls.” He rambles, “And then we’re just two strangers who had something great and you’re gonna get swept off your feet by some douchebag who can’t even remember your favourite colour. While you’re off with him in a big and bright city, I’m gonna be an old man still at The Den, talking about how I lost the girl of my dreams to drunk guys who have a million better things to do—”

“—would you be quiet!”

He looks over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“We aren’t going, so put down those jeans and sit on your bed.” You cross your arms.

Ari doesn’t move, his long fingers still clutching the denim. “Uh—”

“Shush.” You snatch the jeans from his hands and toss it on the dresser, and point to the unmade bed. “Go. Now.”

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, cautiously walking around you to his bedroom. With a heavy breath, he plops on the mattress, leaning back with his legs spread wide.

His thin shorts ride up his thick thighs, displaying the built muscle and coarse hair. Quickly glancing over his shameless bulge, you admire his cute tummy and the chain dangling between his pecs.

You step towards him, cupping his bearded face in your hands and squishing his cheeks, making his lips pucker. “You have to take a break or else you’re gonna burn out.”

His eyes close peacefully, your touch silencing all of those pesky worries and looming fears. He was normally very reflective about his thoughts, and kept those stupid, useless, noisy ones to himself.

One of your hands moves to his hair, taking out the clip and running your fingers through the dark strands. “You always take care of me. You’re always so sweet and attentive, the best daddy I could’ve ever asked for.” You say softly and lean down, gently pulling his head back to kiss his cheek, trailing closer to his pink, plump lips. “Now I wanna take care of you.”

A low groan rumbles from his chest, “yeah, baby? You gonna take care of daddy tonight?”

“Mhm.” You hum with a chaste kiss. “Work out all those knots in your back, clear your head…” Your hands fall to his shoulders, tenderly pressing into the tense muscles. “Tonight is all about you, daddy. You deserve it.”

It’s about time we get back to the hot and steamy Flamingo Trailer Park !! The posting date would be earlier but your girl has exams 🥸 I hope you’re all as excited as me 🤩 pls feel free to share your thoughts !!

[bitingthehandthatfeedsyouu]

Link to my latest fanfiction, "Girls on Film"! feel free to check out

[liliallowed]

STOP YANDEREFYING DUST AO3

he's just a psychotic depressed dude. YOU HAD ONE JOB!