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mydarlingclaudia · 8 days ago

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taste like the fourth of july

note : dividers are from @/rookthornesartistry. I FUCKING LOVE LANA DEL REY AND I LOVE HER UNRELEASED SONGS GUESS WHAT THIS IS INSPIRED BY!!!!!! SUGAR DADDY CHRIS!!!!!!! OOC DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!!!!!! this is really short but I've had this in my drafts since 9/9 and I finally got it of motivation to write it so it was either getting written tonight or not at all and if you saw this as a wip in a wip tag game and you thought it was gonna be smut sorry lmao

wc : 1.2k

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy @withonly-sweetheart @onlyasimp4nobody

desc : sugar daddy. established-ish relationship, fluff, a bit suggestive, age gap (mid twenties - late forties), fem!reader, re8!Chris, not proofread

You love him ‘cause he tastes like your favorite liquor, and also because of the fat wad of cash he’s willing to hand over if you just bat your eyelashes at him. Well, that might be the reason, anyway. Not one of the sweetest men you’ve ever been with, but definitely one of the best.

Chris will buy pretty much anything for you. Expensive shoes you’ve been staring at in magazines? Yours. A watch that’s way too expensive but you like the color? It’s on your wrist the next morning. A cute new swimsuit? It’s yours as long as he gets to watch you model it.

There seems to be only perks when it comes to continuing on with whatever is going on between you and Chris; the money, the gifts, the vacations, the sex. Only downside is him going away for work, but that’s only a small downside, it doesn’t scare you away. Chris isn’t leaving you uncared for, anyway. The $1,000 he gives you the night before he heads out is supposed to be an apology, that’s what he says, at least.

Chris isn’t totally sure why he’s still doing this, he always thought of himself as a more traditional guy, you know, get a girlfriend that would eventually become a fiancée and after that a wife. But when he met you at this nice little restaurant, sitting all alone at the bar, eyeing him the whole fucking night, what was he supposed to say to you when you tapped him on the shoulder and asked him for a cigarette? No? It was a lucky enough guess that you even assumed he had cigarettes on him, maybe the smell of the smoke clung to his clothes more than had thought.

You hadn’t even asked if he was married, you probably saw his ring finger that lacked a wedding ring and took that as a green light.

It’s probably better this way, Christ, you’re twenty-six and he’s forty-eight. Chris could waste a few thousand dollars on you, give you a few years of his time, there’s not much else that he does besides work.

And you’re pretty, you’re worth the money.

So who is he to deny you? It really is a win-win.

But it’s not like you and Chris are exclusive, you were both able to sleep with whoever you wanted, no hard feelings if you do or don’t. And you did, for a little bit, before you started questioning whether or not Chris did the same. You never noticed another woman's clothes in his apartment, no lipstick-stained shirts in his hamper, nothing. You stopped seeing other men maybe a week after Chris had found a few fading hickeys on your hips and left darker ones where they once stood.

Okay, saying you love him might actually be a bit of a lie, but you’re pretty sure he’s lying to you too when he says it back. You’re not one to look things over too much, even if he does truly love you, that just makes your situation better.

Another great thing is date night.

You love vacations just as much as the next person, but Chris' job doesn't guarantee any amount of time longer than a week off. So vacations are a treat, typically a birthday present for either you or Chris, go somewhere with a great beach and greater drinks.

Date night is at the very least once a month, Chris always calls you a few days before, tells you the time and place and you just stand there and nod before blowing him a kiss over the phone as a goodbye before hanging up.

He takes you out, buys you dinner, gets you a new dress or a new necklace depending on how you're feeling that night, then drives you through the city before heading back to either his or your place.

You will admit that you find it funny when he doesn't know how to react to what you do. If you want something, say it, okay? Don't send him nudes, he's told you time and time again that he prefers seeing you face-to-face and not on a tiny screen that doesn't capture the whole view. You think he prefers it that way because then at least he can reach out and touch you instead of trying to type things out on his phone only for them to end up being deleted seconds later.

The morning after date night is never awkward, at least not usually. You either spend the day at Chris' or he takes you out shopping again before dropping you back at your place. You still feel sore most mornings.

This is one of those mornings, you can still feel the burn between your legs and the sting of bites, scratches, and beard burn left behind. Chris isn't there when you grope around for him in bed, but he's quick to come to your rescue as you hear the sink in the bathroom turn on before the door opens and he steps out.

"You up?" He's straightening his shirt out when he asks you, not looking at you as you sit up in his bed.

You stretch and rub your eyes, "Mhm," You mumble, Chris finally looks at you.

"You usually sleep like a log."

"Can you blame me?" Another mumble and he smiles, walking over to you and placing both his hands on the side of your face so he can lean down and kiss the top of your head. "Goin' somewhere?"

"Got called in, something important, apparently." He sighs, you push forward and lean against his ribs as he brushes through your tangled hair with his fingers.

"It always is."

"Mm, don't pout."

"Don't want me to miss you?" As always, whenever you tease him, he only responds to you with a light scoff before he smiles. Chris pulls you away from his ribs so he can cup the back of your neck and get you to look at him, his thumbs trace over the edges of your jaw and you hum.

"You still want something from me?"

"A pony," Chris rolls his eyes this time, kneeling so he can wrap his arms around you once you giggle.

"We're going out again once I get back." You think you hear him murmur, "Not to get a fucking pony." under his breath even though you can feel his breath in your ear, but you know he's saying that more to himself than to you.

"Surprise me?"

"Sure," Chris pulls back and kisses your cheek before his lips meet yours, his kisses are as slow as they always are. Chris breaks the kiss for a second only yo mumble, "Do you feel alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go back to bed for a bit." You press a kiss to his closed mouth as you play with the ends of his short hair.

"I gotta go," You sigh and kiss him again before you pull away from him, he kisses the corner of your mouth before he stands up. "Go have fun today."

"I will."

"Good, I wanna see what you bought later." You lay back down again as Chris starts to pull his jacket on and head for the bedroom door.

"Don't be too late," Your back is already turned towards the door when you call out to him, you don't see the smile he shoots you over his shoulder before he leaves.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield

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journeyman-tier-fibercraft · 3 months ago

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Got a wild hair and decided to uncone my yarn for the bind off a couple rows early and man. Did that take forever. Extremely grippy yarn that's super thin and surprisingly easy to break made untangling very fun (ironically enough I'm being genuine, I had a good time just vibing to some MCR and turning my brain off while my hands figured out the tangles)

Sadly while winding I broke the yarn while being too enthusiastic about a knot, and added a shit ton of unintentional twist while winding that I had to cut my working yarn to get rid of. But going into the final pattern row of this shawl, I have 45 grams of yarn! Only a couple thousand more stitches plus a double up bind off, if 45 grams isn't enough I'll eat this shawl. :)

Speaking of the bind off, it says to do a purled bind off on a right side and I am. Not doing that shit. Instead I'm going to do a plain knit row across that rs row and do a knit stitch bind off on the wrong side, should look almost the same without making me rabid. I'm also considering moving up a needle size or two for the bind off, the pattern doesn't say anything about that but I tend to bind off tightly and the doubled up yarn has me iffy.

Shawl 16 (Pattern | Yarn)

One week and 36 rows later, I'm nearing the end of this shawl. Only 10 rows left before I try to figure out how the hell I'm going to bind this off without crying from boredom.

In good news: it seems like I still have about 50 grams of yarn left (knitting from a cone without weighing first is my downfall, so I'm forced to guess). I shouldn't have any issue finishing out the shawl even tho I'm going to have 1000 stitch rows by the end.

In mid news: At this point I've used about 35 grams of beads. Thankfully I have a bunch of these gold beads but I severely underestimated how many I needed (and also getting out my bead stash from where I store it is a little annoying). It would be really satisfying to not have to dip into another 20 gram set but if I have to, I have to.

In bad news: This yarn is destroying my hands. Or potentially the weather, or just the sheer amount of hours I've put into this, but probably all three. My hands have been dry as fuck and every little bit of dryness catches on this wool. And I've been having to wear a bandaid on purl rows because I started getting a friction burn while tensioning. I'm pretty sure it's because this wool is a bit more "rustic" than I'm used to, I'm so excited to get this guy off the needles and soak him in some hair conditioner.

#project: shawl 16 #reblog #wip #my desk is a COMPLETE mess #i have a good excuse. i've had an infection for literally 4 months straight and its Sapping my Energy #but it also looks fucking terrible lmao its pissing me off #(i've started what Should be my last round of antibiotics literally yesterday. with any luck i should be FINALLY better by next week)

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timeslugarts · 9 months ago

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Ok! I've never written anything nsfw, so this is a test run WIP.

It's not finished, tbh it's barely nsfw, but I just want you to let me know if I should keep going or if I'm doing well.

Vox x Reader at a club

This is gonna be my face sitting fic lmao

Valentino's personal club was exactly how you'd expect it to be, dark, sweaty, and mysteriously damp.

Music pounded through speakers that you could feel in your heart as throngs of bodies meshed together on the dance floor.

This wasn't your first time here, but unlike the last time you were here with a goal in mind.

Your "goal" was sitting at a table by himself, unsurprising since most of the regular patrons were probably too scared to approach Vox, since he was one of the more powerful overlords and anyone who did try to sit next to him he'd probably kill on the spot.

His eyes were lidded as he scanned the crowd before him, searching for something, or maybe just enjoying the view. He swirled a glass of amber liquid between his fingers and took a long drink. That's when he spotted you, high heels, tight black dress that left little to the imagination. His antennas perked up at the sight.

You were heading straight for him. He quickly finished his drink as continued to watch your quickly approaching form.

No introductions were had as your fingers wrapped around his tie and dragged him to the nearest private room of the club. Vox didn't mind, he eagerly followed you like a lost puppy.

The two of you had been having these meetings in secret for weeks now. They were good for relieving the Vox's tension, always having to deal with Val and Velvette, or the stress of Hell and that damned radio demon. Here with you he was just another stranger in a bar, just another nobody.

As soon as the door closed he picked you up and threw you on the soft bed. The silken sheets gave way for your supple curves that his hands were itching to explore.

You looked up at him through your lashes, an eyebrow arched. A silent question asking him what he wanted.

"You look so pretty like this doll, I'm just enjoying the view." He leaned over you grabbing your chin in his claws, his legs on either side of your thighs. Vox lifted your face to meet his own, his electric blue tongue sneaking out to push its way into your mouth. You gasped at the feeling, the static from his screen causing all the hairs on your body to stand up. It was like sucking on a battery.

"You're so sweet." He growls as his tongue leaves your mouth and trails its way across your cheek and down your throat. Small shocks could be felt the whole way down.

#vox x oc #hazbin vox #vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

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a-ikuoliver · 2 days ago

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kinktober day 31: maki + stepcest

w/c: 2.9k warning/s: f!reader (wearing a dress, referred to as woman), stepcest/incest, characters are referred to as sisters/use of honorifics, masturbation (r!receiving), panty sniffing/stealing, degradation, oral (r!giving), semi-public sex, maki's kinda (read: very) mean lmao notes: this is part of @ficsforgaza kinktober event!! ffg kinktober masterlist — please enjoy and check out the creators who helped raise over $400 usd for gaza aid!! this is my first time writing maki and i think i've gone blind from horniness so i think i did well LMAO inspo/acknowledgements: co-written with my lover @cottoncalicoes

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

“congratulations again to the happy couple!” swallowing thickly, you take the opportunity during the applause to clear your throat, “and i’m so excited to be an honorary zen’in.”

you hate your cognisance of the weight of the microphone in your hand, your sweaty palms sliding against the metal no matter how nervously you adjusted your grip on the cylinder. you feel like you’re going through withdrawal, your lips too tight in your smile, showing too many teeth, your fingers twitching at your side, sweat beading on your brow as you stood at the centre of the dance floor in front of your new family on the best day of their lives.

for them, it looks like it is; mai, mingling with everyone in her stunning bridesmaid’s gown, dark green hair framing her pretty face, glitter sparkling on her eyelids in the low light, the blushing bride glowing at the centre table, her white slip dress rubbing against her grooms leg as he inched their chairs closer, both of them beaming with lovesick smiles. and maki, in a matching dress with her twin, the gown ruching, plunging and bunching on every addictive curve of her body, like your mother had chosen the dresses just to torture you. you, in comparison, look miserable with your flushed cheeks, darting eyes, clammy fingers attempting to pull the clinging fabric away from your searing skin.

you can’t do it. you can’t. you can’t even last a day without it.

your lewd vice. an unintentional habit born the week you moved in with your new family. you’d all settled into a routine quickly; family dinner, tidying the home, showering and bathing, and then slinking back to your bedroom for some peace. any apprehension you may have felt about the change melted from you when you’d stepped into the bathroom on your fifth night, the walls still sticky with humidity from your step-sisters shower, the faucet dripping against the porcelain tile rhythmically. only after stripping down to your underwear did you notice it; your downfall served to you on a silver platter. maki’s underwear strewn carelessly across the floor.

the fabric was plain. black. a boy short cut, curved to complement the shape of her ass. everything you'd expect from your new step-sister.

shame bubbled in your stomach, a pit of trepidation building the more you stared at the garment. moving on autopilot, hot water spouted from the shower, noisily hitting the tile and glass opposite it, steam billowing to the ceiling, your fingers snatching the panties before you can think about the repercussions, your left hand slipping between your thighs to furiously fuck yourself, your garbled moans and pants muffled by your right hand, holding her panties over your nose and lips like a depraved version of a mask.

each and every single day since had been no different. you and maki crossing paths, her hair still damp, droplets trailing down the skin of her neck, and you, refusing to meet her eye, hurrying into the bathroom after her, needing to huff and suck and lick at her underwear while they still tasted like your oneesan.

wetting your dry lips, you pass the microphone along to the next, family members rushing to pass along their well wishes to the happy couple, you only hope your new family doesn’t notice the way your eyes glaze over, meeting maki’s across the room. your (now official) step-sister stares over the top of the round frames of her glasses, tawny eyes studying you like she’s watching the memory replaying in your mind, too, hearing the wanton call of her name.

with a polite smile to a cousin who’s name escapes you, you slip from the banquet room, ducking your head past ornate decor, white, gold and a muted emerald green to match the bridesmaid dresses, the train of your own billowing after you as you rush toward the end of the hallway, near sprinting by the time you reach the door.

swinging the door open, your chest heaves, lungs tightening each time you try to catch your breath, too preoccupied with hiking the length of your dress up to focus on your breathing, too impatient to even hold your underwear aside when you press your fingertips to your aching clit, only just managing to slam the stall door shut before you breathe out an airy sigh.

the bathroom door swings open, the hinges creaking, a noise that should send your heart to your throat. instead, you only feel a frustrated scream build in your oesophagus, willing your unwanted guest to take care of themselves quickly, to let you take care of your issue.

their steps echo ominously toward your stall, each click in time with your erratic pulse before stopping outside your door, their shoes eerily similar to the heels maki adorned for the event.

“you're pathetic.” the familiar, bored voice rings from the opposite side of the stall, icy blood rushing in your ears nearly deafening you, “what’s it been, hm? not even an entire day without stuffing yourself full?”

your cunt aches at her tone, disappointment laced through every syllable, disappointed in your weakness, about to lecture you on self-control.

when you don’t answer her, she knocks sharply against the door, demanding your attention with the jarring note, “come here. now.”

reluctantly, you obey, a painful jolt shooting through your spine to your neglected clit when you drag your hand away, clenching your fists between your thighs, trying not to release a petulant groan, willing yourself not to whine and cry to your step-sister about your addiction, your debauched habit, the wail catching in your throat before it can be free. easing the door open, you attempt to steel your features, letting your dress fall back into place, hiding the slick on your thighs when you meet maki’s wolfish gaze.

“look at you,” she sneers, tilting her head to take in your dishevelled appearance — your dress creased at your hips, the angry marks your nails left in your palms, your swollen, bitten lips, “can you even get off without your nose stuffed in my underwear?”

your stomach drops at her words, eyes darting around the confined space, trying to find something to look at other than her face. feeble excuses tumble past chapped lips, stuttering over every word that comes to mind, finally landing on a complete sentence, “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

picking nervously at the bed of your nails, painted to match hers for the special day, you still avoid her sharp eyes, your gaze landing on her lips as she laughs at you.

“perverted and an actor,” crowding into the already cramped space, she’s sure to slide the lock into place behind her before she continues, “you really thought i wouldn’t notice your little habit?”

cowering under the heat of her stare, maki easily backs you against the wall, the tension thick enough even the dullest blade would slice through it; a heat blossoming anywhere she touches you, one hand at your shoulder, the other your waist, her hips pressing into yours to trap you beneath her patronising sneer.

“how long?” her slender fingers move to grasp your jaw, calloused fingertips squishing the fat of your cheeks, pressing them together until your lips parted dumbly, tilting your head to look into her shining eyes. the glass atop her nose flashes, a fierceness reflected back at you.

although, the longer you stare, the sooner you realise it’s her pupils swimming with the wickedness.

“what?”

“how long did you think you could get away with it?” pressing herself harder to you, she studies every minute reaction: the flutter of your eyelashes, the pucker of your lips, the whine in your throat, the wiggle of your hips, chasing the euphoria she was willing to give you with every adjustment of her hips.

“using me to get off like that,” leaning closer like she’s going to kiss you, she continues clicking her tongue at you, her voice dripping in vitriol, “stealing my underwear, getting yourself off to the smell of me like some pervert, and all i get is a selfish little sister and stained underwear.”

digging her fingertips into your side to halt your wiggling, you bite back a moan, a small part of you worried you’re going to stain her dress with your slick.

“christ, and you’re getting off on this, too?” looking down her nose at you, there’s a pang of humiliation blooming at the nape of your neck until she grins, as evil as the glint in her eye, “you fucking freak.”

“i’m not a freak.”

maki laughs, no, snicker at your weak voice, sounding more like a frightened child trying to stand up to its playground bully, 'sensei said you're not allowed to snatch,', dropping her hand from your waist, she slips it between your thighs, allowing you to wiggle and grind into her hand, your body still screaming to cum, here, like this, with your sister’s fingers inspecting the slick drooling from your pussy, the voice in your head screaming at you to leave growing quieter and quieter, silenced for good when she swipes her thumb over your clit.

“you have a different word for getting this wet for me?”

heat rushes to your face, stammering like a poor little victim again as she strokes your dripping slit painstakingly slowly, “you know what i think?”

you only whine in acknowledgement, reaching for her wrist in an attempt to get closer, to feel her weight pinning you, her heat, for more.

tightening her grip on your jaw, she sadistically draws her fingers away from you, “when your oneesan asks you a question, freak, you answer.”

“w-what do you think, maki?”

“show some respect,” she goads, “what do you moan when your fingers are stuffing your greedy cunt? say it.”

“what do you think… oneesan,” you sound pathetic moaning the honorific, the taste of it on your tongue enough to make your cunt pulse and gush, your empty hole clenching around nothing when maki rewards you with her thumb stroking circles on your clit.

a predatory smile graces her lips, still glossy with makeup, her feminine features twisting as she taunts you, “i think you owe me.”

it doesn’t take much for maki to get you to your knees, pushing at your limbs until you’re fumbling to kneel on the frigid tiled floor beneath her, your face level with her crotch. even maki’s hands tangling in your hair can’t stop you from pressing your face between her thighs, the dull pain of her tug at your scalp nothing compared to the ache in your stomach, a hearth burning and smouldering with each prod, pinch and spit from your step-sister. the scent of her like gasoline, your kindled hearth quickly growing into an uncontrollable flame.

she was right, you can’t get off without this anymore, without the taboo, the scent of her, the taste of her on the cotton.

your eyelids flutter, dazed when you dip your head beneath the hem of her dress, sucking in a deep breath with your face pressed to her cunt, already addicted to how much better it is like this – the heat of her muscular thighs around your head, the strength of her smell, the way you can trace the shape of her cunt while sucking her taste from the material, more and more of her cum starting to drool from her cunt the more you tried to lap it up, greedily drinking everything in.

hot blood rushes in your ears, into your cunt, pressing your face harder into her cunt, bruising your nose against her pubic bone while mouthing desperately at her pussy. as if remembering yourself, you bring your hands up to join your ravenous mouth beneath her dress, a whimper torn from your throat when she snatches you away from her soaked underwear.

“still so greedy, aren’t you?” maki’s eyes match yours, a debauched need burning in the depths of her dark eyes, “use your manners. ask for a taste.”

“oneesan,” you don’t hesitate like you did moments ago, too caught up with the desperation to taste her firsthand, instead of your face buried in her panties trying to taste the minute amount of her through the material, too caught up in your sister’s gravity to bring yourself to care about the humiliating position she had you in. with a broken voice, you plead, “please, let me taste you, oneesan.”

hazel eyes flash at your eagerness, hardly moving an inch in a nod before you're pouncing on her — pawing at her underwear like a woman starved, tugging the material down enough to curl your tongue around the string connecting her to the fabric before you abandoned them in place of spreading her thighs apart, conscious of every precious second that could be spent with your nose bumping against her clit.

if you thought you were addicted before, tasting maki like this had you hooked, euphoria swimming in your veins when your tongue connected with her flesh. you didn't think you could sink any lower than suckling your step-sisters underwear clean in the shared bathroom, but stuffed and kneeling in a bathroom stall at your parents wedding, you realised you had miles left to sink for her. moaning against her skin, you press forward, crawling on your hands and knees to impatiently suck at her skin even as she stumbled into the stall door.

saliva slips down your throat, your lips wet with it when you keen, curling and swirling your tongue over every inch of her cunt you can possibly reach like this, desperately pawing at her thighs to get more, taste more, touch more, just more.

“god,” crossed eyes meet hers, expecting her to look even half as debased as you do, instead eye to eye with her glare, one dark brow quirked, there's only disinterest reflecting back in her pupils, “i finally let you eat my cunt, and this is the best you can do?”

gripping the hair at the base of your skull, she steps over you until you’re stretching awkwardly to keep your head comfortably in her grip, one of your hands holding her ass to stay upright while she positions herself to fuck your mouth, “maybe you should just stick to licking my cum off my underwear. seems that’s all you’re good at.”

tightening her hold on your hair, maki manoeuvres you beneath her, tugging your hair — and subsequently your head — where she wants you. she's slow, deliberate, at first, tortuously so, your tongue tracing sensuously along her slit, dipping into her cunt to taste the cum beginning to drip from her, before she’d drag you backward to her clit.

while pushing and pulling you, her hips grind in a perfect rhythm to soak her pussy, working herself closer and closer, using your tongue like some toy; grinding harder on your face when she wants to let you have a taste, tugging you back by the hair when she wants to watch the way your lips are connected to her cunt with a silky white string, studying how your eyes roll into your skull, hazy with lust when it snaps back onto your bottom lip.

“so lucky your oneesan is here to teach you how to eat pussy, hm?” her cheeks are flush, the only sign of your affect on her other than the cum sticking to her thighs, to your lips like her perverted take on lip gloss. licking her cum from your mouth, you nod, your eyes darting back to her cunt in a silent plead for her to let you continue, to taste her cum as her thighs shake around your head.

she obliges your taboo request, a hiss echoing in the small stall when you dig your nails into the fat of her ass, burying your face in her once more — gently lapping at her pussy while your nose rubbed against her clit, the scent of her cunt driving you insane, her smell embedded in the hair just above her clit making you dizzy, grateful for your kneeling position, taking everything in you to be patient, to go slow, to follow her movements as she strings you along.

sucking and swirling your tongue around her clit until she cants her hips, slurping and flattening your tongue to drink in much of her as you could, mouthing along her slit when she'd cradle the back of your skull to hold you close to her.

you think she's close, her clit pulsing like yours did beneath your fingers when you'd nearly suffocate yourself with her panties to your nose, her pussy clenching around your tongue, her hips jumping erratically. her moan wavers as her hold on your skull tightens, dull nails scratching angry marks into your scalp as she holds you with both hands, using your face, spreading her cum all around your nose, lips and jaw, your tongue stuck out dumbly as she takes what she needs from you, holding your face deep into her cunt when she cums with an airy, drawn out hum — silky cream drooling straight onto your tongue while you hungrily lapped at her skin, licking her cunt and thighs clean of the precious liquid, ears perking at each of your sister's sharp inhales.

like an over excitable puppy, maki has to pull you away from her again, “you were alright.” she pants, catching her breath as you stare up at her with clouded eyes, “try harder tonight you can keep the panties to jerk off with, pervert."

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#line dividers by me #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki x reader #maki jjk x reader #jjk maki x reader #「mercury writes」#k-atsukibakugou #「maki <3」#tw: incest #tw: stepcest

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vonabel · 3 days ago

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WOAAAH wips??? so cool?? ur so cool and funny vonnie omg!!! so awesome and cool haha yesss! tell us about different - deku please im begging as a devoted #vonnieluver

omg WOAAAH yes I've been WAITING for SOMEONE to ask about this fic omg SO WEIRD that i got an ask about this wip specifically wow thanks haha

anyway, this is actually a pretty fresh wip, like started writing this week fresh, so it's not a fully coherent thought yet.

it's about a reader who's quirk was stolen by afo during the war. and how they cope as they age and watch their former classmates thrive and become the Pro Heroes they trained to be.

deku is also quirkless in this, it's a fic that i plan to keep fairly linear with the canon ending of mha. of course, deku losing his quirk was probably like terribly upsetting for him, he still seemed fine and accepting in the end. but can't even imagine what it would be like as someone who had always had their quirk. i don't think that's something someone could easily move on from.

i'm sort of basing how reader feels on the grief i've felt in my life because i'm sure losing a part of yourself would deal an overwhelming amount of grief.

and deku is there to help them ride that wave, to tell them their anger and disappointment and sadness and bitterness is justified, even years after losing their quirk.

i'm taking it slow (as i do with most of my fics LMAO) because i really wanna take my time with writing something like that.

hahaha thanks so much for asking random person i've never seen before in my life!!

@jisokai

for ur viewing pleasure 🙏

wip game!

#wow so glad someone i dont knoe asked about this wip #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha fic #vonnieanswers #vonniewrites #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers

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twost3ps · 5 months ago

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I went on a guitarhero spree this weekend, saw the scott pilgrim au. I hungry for more info about it, pretty please? Even bread crumbs-

OOOP-

My og Adam harem idea

Man I haven't touched that thing in a while actually 💀

Ngl the schott pilgrim au is not really scott pilgrimy it's more the concept of fighting exes I based it off of

I made my decision a while ago to make st peter the 7th (guitargates my beloved <3 I will draw you eventually my heart won't stand it)

Guys he cut off a guy's ear to defend Jesus please guys he has a violent streak guys please

Okay just to confirm- the roster is a follows:

Mammon

Eve

St peter

Azreal (might be swapped out for Uriel ngl)

Rapheal

Gabriel

Micheal

Again this is more of a funny silly thing. I just wanted Lucifur to get beat up ngl- emotionally and physically 💀

HOWEVER-

I am thinking of revamping it to make lucifurs siblings cuz that actually made so much sense (7 rings of heaven 7 deadly sins ykykyk) that makes them like, Adam's actual 7 holy exes. Not its not just because that what I've been doing recently, but I think it makes the plot easier for me

Hear me out:

All of lucifurs' 7 siblings are willing rebounds in Adam's whimsy idea of revegene. It's a whole pride thing that Lucifur won't be the first of his family to have had Adam. So not only is Adam getting his revenge, but in a way, so are his siblings, but they won't be punished for it, lol. It's not very romantic, more like causual relationships.

But each are a bit emotional in a way that Adam become on a level, attracted to each one of them because they hold a certain trait that reminds Adam of Lucifur. Each time Adam breaks up with them it's because it's when it gets too much for him, knowing that it's not the same (still unsure but yea)

The siblings also grow close to Adam. While not finding romance, they have a very deep bond with him. Like a while understanding that they all got hurt because of lucifur. And they kinda just agree to be adam gaurdian angels.

That's kinda why they go and fight lucifur when they find out about their relationship (they kinda made a contract that they would have to test the suitor before they actually could really be together)

Now when they fight it's a fat combo of angst because Lucifur is going to have to confront his family, how his actions had hurt Adam enough to seek his siblings, realize he's hurt them too, and see the parts of himself that Adam loved and loathed about him through his siblings as they tell him about their relationship with Adam and it just debsyevwh

In that case the roster would have followed (this includes the trail adam saw in each of them although these are not set in stone-

Zadkiel or Azreal (prob Azreal)- dedication

Chamuel- passion

Jophiel- creativity

Uriel- knowledge

Raphael- understanding

Gabriel- joy/optimism

Micheal- pride

Top to bottom is the corn logical order of who Adam was in a relationship with. It would hypothetically get more emotional with every layer and a lot harder for lucifur to fight. Which is why Micheal is as the very bottom lol

There is also confrontation with the problems Adam has with relationships because it's him so yeah

The og lineup is more for comedy the second is more for the emotional stuff

The sibling one is Lucifur getting bet down with emotions and the more randomizer one is filled with lucifur just gawking and slightly getting beat up with emotions

I actually was working on a fake poster of it 2 weeks ago but my body gave up because I was trying to emulate the scott pilgrim style and gave up lol here is the wip of it though o3o

Girl I just realized I forgot to put the WIP LMAO

#scott pilgirm au #adamsangels #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #i hope this was some seblance of food ive just completely forgotten about this thing lol #adamsapple technically?

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whimsiwitchy · 1 month ago

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wip/life update <3

hi everyone,

srry for being mia for a few days (lol). I'm gonna start this update with saying that I have no idea when i'll have updates out for any of my series/short series (cyg, ihtstyk, we broke up pt2). I've been working on them slowly but i'm in a huge writers funk. I'm not fully in a block but I just can't get the words to sound the way I want them to.

I think longer stories are harder for me to continue. I always have this super good idea that I get excited for but halfway through I fall off of it. I felt it with my Pedro series and i'm starting to feel it with cyg. I definitely think any future series will be fully written before releasing it bc lord have mercy...writing 5k+ plus updates weekly is exhausting and I praise anyone who does it consistently, y'all are insane fr (but in a good way). I wish that I didn't hold my work at such a high standard for myself. by no means is my writing beyond stellar but i always try to make it better and better, which really fucks with my head lmao.

speaking of my head, this ho is going through it. I have been so mentally drained and it's leading to me being physically drained as well. I've had a tough week and I took a little break from writing. I think i've mentioned it before but my mood always affects my writing and it sucks!! I'm trying to figure out how to separate the two.

anyways, nothing too crazy going on. I might drop a few one shots here and there coming up, as well as a introduction/teaser to a new series that i'm working on (y'all i know i have no business starting something new butttt it's such a good idea, ik y'all are gonna love it!)

I'm placing both of my series on hold until further notice but that doesn't mean i'm not working on it! I just don't want you guys to be expecting something when i'm not sure when it's coming.

I love y'all <33

#bri's thoughts #chat with bri #cyg #cyg part seven #ihtstyk #srry </3

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thighzp · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday and of course I'm back with more Vampire Alex! Good news (that I'm announcing for accountability purposes)... this fic will be posted NEXT WEEK! (Don't know what day yet so be on the lookout!)

I have some really exciting stuff lined up once this baby is finished and posted. This will be the longest fic I've ever written once it's finally done, and what's to come is going to be an entirely new adventure for us as well! (That announcement will come in a couple weeks)

Okay without further ado, y'all can thank @firstprincehornyramblings & @tailsbeth-writes for the early af tags today!

Two sudden, sharp pains dug right into where the throbbing had been earlier, and he found himself slipping. Fuzzy mental images of the party danced across his vision while the man dug those pointed nails in deeper. Henry felt a tickle where there was a droplet of what he could only assume was blood pouring from his neck. He’d have thought he’d be more scared to know the man was drawing his blood. But instead… Instead he leaned into the feeling, the dizziness. As his head became more empty of blood, his heavy eyelids trying to flutter open, he could see the man’s dark gaze as he watched the droplet. The brunette licked his lips at the sight. Fuck, Henry thought. Why is this doing it for me?

love giving you guys snippets from all over the place cause you have no idea the order of events of this thing lmao

tagging: @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere @judasofsuburbia @catdadacd @caterpills

@pinkamour1588 @sophie1973 @kiwiana-writes @porcelainmortal

@bitbybitwrites @stratocumulusperlucidus @sugarycloud1

#alex claremont diaz #firstprince #alex and henry #rwrb #alex x henry #red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #first prince #henry fox #rwrb fic #vampire alex #wip wednesday

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fandxmslxt69 · 8 months ago

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CLEM'S BIRTHDAY HANG OUT!!

Hello friends!

As March comes to an end (my birth month wooo) I thought it would be a fun idea to have a little hang out during the last week! So from March 25 - 31 we are PARTYING !

Sort of!

My askbox is open to all sorts of silly dilly fun time! This is my first little hang out so PLEASE BE KIND TO ME i'm just a silly girl who wants to make friends and have some fun! I'm also hoping this might get me back into writing!

Yes, the poster is all Loki NO HE'S NOT THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION!! Here's a little info I guess (I am just winging this as we speak, it is not very thought out):

Rules & Info

The event will run from 03/25 to 03/31 - you can send in as many asks and hang out as much as you would like!!! No I will not kill you if you drop a hello in my askbox start of April - to be honest, I love friends so I won't ever turn anyone away

You can stop by my askbox to say hi, share some thoughts (or thots...) tell me anything, or play a game! (will talk about that in a bit)

Anyyyyoneeee is welcome I don't care if we aren't mutuals or we don't even talk, STOP BY AND SAY HI :D If you are rude or disrespectful in any way, I will kick your butt and break your nose.

This is a positive, fun zone. I just want to have my fun and mind my business, please don't be trying to cause problems. I'm a relatively small blog so thankfully no one really looks my way but I've had some bumps in the past.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS AND IM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE FROM NERVES SO BE PATIENT WITH ME OKAY

Games:

Fuck, marry, kill - send me any three characters that you want me to decide a fate for....oh my god please don't make me kill anyone I love dearly....

Blurbs!! - send me a little prompt/kink/thought & a character and I will try SOOOOO HARD to put out a little itty bitty something of writing! Like 500 words or so!! Can be fluffy or smutty. Angst is not allowed unless its just a LITTLE sad and with lots of fluffy stuff after

Character Association - tell me about yourself and let me give you a character. This is literally my favourite game ever, and I swear I'm super good at it

Book Recs - tell me your reading vibes/popular tropes you like and I will give you FIVE (not one, not two, but FIVE!!!) book recs because I like talking about books. If you show up talking about non fiction, then sorry but I am not your gal at all.

Chat - Come talk!! Come chat!! Come say hi and giggle with me about anything!! Come be crazy with me over narratives and themes and character arcs!!! Tell me about school or your day, your OCs, latest WIPs or anything currently on your mind!

Okay that's all I could come up with but literally any and all games are free game. I am keeping this as chill and lowkey as possible.

Characters/Fandoms:

You guys already KNOW my vibes and what I'm around and what I'm not, so feel free to send anything! I float around Marvel/DC (just send in any character and if I don't vibe with it I'll just let you know or leave it unanswered), I think it's obviously I'm Oscar Isaac obsessed....um. Pretty much anything. It's free game and I'll put my foot down if I'm down okay with something or don't want to answer :D

I'm..about to tag some friends...if that's okay...

@divine-knight-hand @romanarose @sarahscribbles @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @sailorholly @in-som-niyah @fictive-sl0th @mischief2sarawr @saturn-rings-writes @superficialdomina @planetwaynez...and I can't remember anyone else now I'm sorry LMAO

KISSES EVERYONE <3

Clem

PS: If you're worried whether I'm comfy or not or familiar with a character or not, just send it in anyway and we'll figure it out from there!

#if i did not tag you its either im going to harass you on discord or i forgot or im worried you'll think im crazy #which i may be a little bit but not entirely #kisses everyone (panicking going to throw up)#clem talks <3 #Clem's Birthday Hang Out #<- NEW TAG !!!!!!!!!!!#when this finishes maybe I'll finally get to updating and revamping my masterlist!!!!!!#jason todd #loki laufeyson #moon knight #dc #dick grayson #marvel #oscar isaac #joel miller

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