#it took all my self control to not LITERALLY scream

[sesshy380]

Hiii ❤️ I’ve seen you mention your fursona a few times now; do you more info on them and maybe a picture or more detailed description of how they look? (and tooooootally unrelated but would you mind if anyone possibly drew them? :D)

I should warn you that this is an extremely dangerous question to ask me...because OMG AHHHHHHHH!!!!! *FANGIRL SQUEAL HEARD AROUND THE WORLD*

I would in no way ABSOLUTELY FREAKING GO WILD if someone drew her lol

So my fursona is my OC's 'other' forms. You can read more detail about her here. This gives a run-down of her 'furry' appearances (she has 2, one is as a standard black cat w/blue eyes, the other is a black leapard with raven wings).

I picture her anthro form wearing this (old sketch by me from 2006? before hands went to hell)(I got lazy when it came to her hair lol). The cloth areas are black, while the rest is gold (I'm a very simple person, but she's meant to fit in the YGO-verse so maybe the gold should have been more elaborate lol). The 'collar' is gold as well (since it's kinda hard to tell based off the pic).

I've played around with the idea of the anthro form having her hair, but I never got around to drawing that version unfortunately. However, there was a webcomic I used to follow called 'Flycoren Kausim' by RetroDragon. Kat appeared as a cameo in the later chapters, and I even got a rough sketch of her as a bonus from them. (Not my art, credit goes to RetroDragon).

Here's her cameos:

[peaches2217]

EVERYBODY LISTEN UP THIS IS IMPORTANT

A COUPLE CAME THROUGH OUR HAUNTED TRAIL DRESSED AS MARIO AND PEACH

AND THEY HAD A BABY DRESSED AS A YOSHI

I AM WEEPING IT WAS SO CUTE

[wolviensabes]

Umm some quick thoughts since I haven't finished my smut fic yet?? Filthy thoughts under the cut lol.

18+ MDNI.

Logan would go fucking CRAZY eating you out. Can you imagine that goddamn tongue lapping you? He's like a starved man, his rough hands holding your plush thighs open as he dives right in. He sucks and flicks and teases that pretty little pearl, talking you through his ministrations as you squirm below him. "Such a sloppy pussy, my fuckin' cunt, hear me, pretty girl?" he growls at you, his fingers finding their way inside you as he sucks your clit harder to hear you cry out.

Or if you have male genitalia, he'd tease the hell out of you. His hard palms kneading your balls and stroking you to full mast while his thumb rolls over your head, spreading all your beaded precum everywhere. "You want me to suck don't you? Filthy boy...you'd love it if I took you in my mouth huh? Think it would be hot?" he grins as you continue to squirm under him, begging him for more.

He adores your scent too, regardless of what you have, this feral man will tear the blankets off you and shove his face between your thighs, inhaling your delicious scent. He sits there and smells you for minutes on end, groaning against your skin. "Fuckin' delicious, baby...m'gonna fuck you good this mornin'...it's a good way to start your day. Just lay there and let me take you, be a good girl/boy for me."

His hands massage your ass and spread you open, eyeing your ass with a chuckle. "One day I'm gonna take you here, babygirl...m'gonna make you scream while my dick claims your ass." Or if you are amab, he teases you about taking your ass, how he would stretch you out, how he would make you scream on his cock. "Tight hole, look at you...this thing is gonna be stretched out on me. I can't wait to feel you clenching my dick, pup."

Literally just him biting you all over while he's completely destroying you from behind. You are crying out loudly as he stretches you, thrusting hard enough that you swear your pelvis is gonna shatter (he has enough self control). His teeth bite your neck and he sucks so many dark marks you can't hide them no matter what. Don't you dare try to put a turtleneck on, those claws will come out and he will turn it into a v-neck.

Cigar WHILE he fucks you?? Holy shit. It hands from his teeth as he smacks your ass red and fucks you literally into the mattress, your screams of pleasure being muffled by the pillows. Luckily your wall neighbor doesn't seem to mind listening to you crying out Logan's name with each orgasm that racks through your body. Which is...a lot with Logan. Duh.

Haaa okay that's enough byeeee ~

[bittersweet-folder]

~□☆ seventeen imagines:

☆Types of kinks I think Seventeen has [hyung line version]

[ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT JUST FUCK OFF IF YOU DON'T LIKE THINGS LIKE THESE:) ]

[ Maknae line version ]

• masterlist • ps: reader here is a female with vagina and breasts and identifies as a female as well •

☆Seungcheol: (soft dom who goes hard eventually)

Breeding kink: this man wants kids so bad. Of course he'll talk with you about it and if you don't want kids he'll still love to fill you up with your consent of course.

Foreplay: please we all know he radiates big dick energy. Hence he needs to prepare you well before he uses the actual thing.

Very light bondage: loves tying up your hand with a piece of silk cloth

Creampie: he can and will make you cum more than once. And will make you squirt too <3

Praise kink: He. Has. A. Huge. Praise. Kink. He literally worships you and your body and well how good you're doing.

Daddy kink: self explanatory im hoping.

Thigh riding: he loves to see you struggle to get off, on his thigh without his help.

Extras: he's always so ready to try different positions when you tell him to.

☆Jeonghan: (switch with a sub lean who teases you a lot)

Edging: this man loves, literally loves to control your orgasm so that you cum hard later.

Oral fixation: either you are giving him the best head of his life or he's pussy drunk so he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Sensory deprivation: he loves it when you blindfold him he loves the adrenaline rush he gets while anticipating what you might do next.

Pegging: he took a lot of time to open up about this and when he did he had the best experience ever.

Degradation: when he's taking control he will be like "only my fucking cock can make you feel this way and make a moaning mess of you right kitten" and so on<3

Overstimulation: he wants, sorry needs you to push his limits. It goes the same way around for you as well.

Extras: this man is very vocal. He will moan loudly. And has the ability to make you moan loudly as well.

☆Joshua: (the soft yet mean asf dom)

Edging: he loves to see how frustrated you get when he stops and doesn't lets you cum.

Shower sex: very self explanatory I'm hoping

Cockwarming: the warm feeling of your pussy around his cock. He loves it when you squeeze around his cock too.

Dacryphilia: he loves to make you cry on his cock, literally loves to see how desperate you become to reach your orgasms. "Fucking hell you're so pretty when you cry baby" that's what Joshua says.

Squirting: again, he loves to make you cry so he would push your limits a little bit if you give him the consent.

Praise kink: "being such a good girl for me yeah" "you're doing so fucking good baby" "you're driving me crazy do you realize that" yeah this man would go crazy.

Extras:he sometimes would let you ride<3 he would have his hands grabbing your hips while you ride him and cry on his cock<3.

☆Jun: ( soft dom through and through until he's- well- all riled up )

Edging: with his fingers and mouth until he uses the real thing.

Marking: he loves, literally loves to give you hickeys on your neck.

Creampie: he can and will make you cum twice to fill you up.

Overstimulation: he's soo pussy drunk he craves and needs more.

Bondage: he likes tying your hands only if you're okay with it and will try something new as well if you talk about it to him.

Sensory deprivation: he loves to blindfold you. Also he's into wax play

Mirror sex: this man's a menace as we all know. He literally loves the position where you're bent over on the edge of the bed while the mirror right beside the bed displays everything. He'll make you look at yourself while whispering "see how it's me who makes you scream like this baby". Yeah he's a menace.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingeries because he loves foreplay.

☆Wonwoo (soft to kinda hard dom)

Edging: he enjoys it so much when you get frustrated because he isn't letting you cum. Oh and he will make you cry outta too much pleasure later on.

Dacryphilia: he will make you cry on his cock. No one can stop.

Choking: I hope that's self explanatory or should I say he loves it when silent moans slip from your lips and squirm a bit under him.

Daddy kink: I mean you can't convince me that this man doesn't have a daddy kink.

Degradation: oh he gets cocky on how you're crying on his cock begging for more.

Thigh riding: he loves it when you ride his thigh while hold onto him and he will kiss you while doing so with his hand on your hips while the other hand caressing through your hair.

Very light bondage: like tying your hands or just holding your hands together by the wrist while he thrust hard.

Extras: he has a thing for skirts because he likes how it slides up to your waist during the process and how easy access he gets as well, he can and will make you sit on his lap.

☆Woozi (switch with a dom lean but a switch)

Foreplay: he loves the intimacy of those kisses and touches all over each other's body before the actual thing takes place.

Creampie: this man loves it in a messy way with his cum dripping outta your pussy.

Squirting: told ya he loves it so so messy getting his freaking studio couch wet.

Slight like very slight exhibitionism: since he's fucking you in his studio.

Reverse cowgirl: this man loves literally lovesss groping your ass.

Mommy kink: he has a mommy kink you can't tell me otherwise. He gets very vocal when you ride him. He loves it when you take control and make a mess of him.

Praise kink: showers you with praise and makes you remember that you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Extras: he'll make you sit on his cock for hours when he's working. He relishes that warming yet tight feeling of your pussy.

☆Hoshi: (a pure switch with a slight sub lean)

Marking: he loves leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck and chest.

Mommy kink: he'll moan so fucking loudly and lewdly when you ride and call him a babyboy.

Praise kink: it goes both ways. He showers you with praise. You shower him with praise as well.

Orgasm control: in other words edging. He has to see you struggling to cum. He wants you to beg for it as well.

Oral fixation: he's so pussy drunk too. He'll eat you out as well as finger you until you can't take it any more.

Creampie: another man who loves it so so messy. He'll make you squirt eventually as well and then he'll eat you out just to overstimulate you more.

Overstimulation: the sight of you squirming and crying on how good he makes you feel is literally heaven to him

Extras: he has a great stamina and will go on all night long in various positions until you're crying. He likes to bend you over on the table the most.

~~☆~~

a/n: I'm working on that Hoshi fanfic presently but i can't guarantee you when exactly I'll post.

Also here's the taglist till now: @hongmingoo @shuabby1994 , @nishloves , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog

[If anyone wants to be in the taglist please comment under this post]

[chericos]

Akrasia; lack of self control

drabble

cws; nsfw, thats kinda it 😭 it’s pretty vanilla, fem pronouns, he wants you so badly(literally), mentions of breeding?(he wants a kid, you want a kid so…?) tell me if I missed anything

You have no idea just how badly he needed you.

Hours spent at this tacky party hosted by another one of his millions of sponsors to celebrate the win of his recent game watching you like a hawk while you mingled around in that dress— that tight little silk dress that hugged each of curves like it was designed and tailored just for you.

It drove him mad.

His gaze flitted up, your hair curled and perfectly styled into a bun that framed your gorgeous face made something in his chest squeeze. You were mesmerizing. His eyes trailed down from your jaw to your neck, it took every ounce of self control in him(which isn’t much) to not walk away from the conversation he was “taking part in” and bite into the soft flesh that he loved to mark up so prettily.

You’re such a vixen, a smile gracing your glossed lips as you laugh at another one of those snobby rich businessman’s jokes’. You had to know he was watching you, taking in your figure from meters away. Practically daydreaming about shoving you up against the nearest wall and putting you back into your place.

How he would watch as that silk dress rode up your thigh as he hiked your leg up around him. Purring into your ear of all the filthy things he was going to do to you. He knows you so well he can already hear how you’d moan while his hand traces down to you ass, whining about how he’s “such a tease”.

Those big doe eyes of yours, teary and pleading, putting him into a lustful trance as he has to physically hold himself back as to not break you right then and there.

What a witch of a woman you are. It’s like you were begging for him to fuck you senseless. To have you screaming out his name with each thrust of his hips. Whispering into your ear about how you’re such a sweet little thing and how your pussy was made for him.

His heart is racing while thinking about all the ways he’s going to pound into you when you get home. Hell. If you can even make it home before he’s practically pouncing on you like a wild animal. You were always crooning about how you wanted a little him running around the house. Maybe today he’ll give you just what you’ve been asking for. Your manicured nails scratching at his back while you mewl and beg for him to keep going, not to stop, crying for him to come inside of—

“We’re extremely excited to finally be working with you, Mr. Isagi,” and he’s suddenly pulled back into reality. He coughs into his hand shaking the thoughts of you from his mind.

“The pleasure is all mine, let us continue this over some drinks.”

He needs you badly, but he supposes he can wait.

wrote this for my bubs @niangi hope you enjoy!

unedited and probably never will be so…

[balletfilmss]

can i request luke x fem reader where they’re both counselors and have a secret relationship where they sneak out tg a lot, then the camp finds out. thank u!

CLANDESTINE MEETINGS

✸ pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

✸ synopsis: during one of your many secret meetups, you and luke get busted by your friends

✸ warnings: like one cuss word, kissing, established relationship, clarrise + chris my beloveds <3

✸ a/n: i’m sorry this took so long, classes just started back & i wanted to die. anyways. also literally what is chris & clarisse’s ship name? 😭

hermes was the god of messengers, the god of travelers, the god of thieves. his children were welcoming to most, for anybody who appeared at camp half-blood had been funneled through cabin eleven at one point, and new campers would continue to be.

his children were mischievous and they were smart. and above all of that, they were sly, sneaky, and secretive.

so had you really been surprised when one of these children proposed keeping your relationship a secret?

it wasn’t like luke was ashamed of you and your relationship or anything, don’t get it wrong. no, he wished more than anything that he could stand on top of a table in the dining pavilion and scream to everyone that you were his. but he couldn’t.

the two of you had decided that with all the new rules regarding camper relations (which totally weren’t passed thanks to chris and clarisse or your friends from the aphrodite cabin) and the strictly good example you two were to set as head counselors, it was best that it stayed between you and him.

that was why about four months ago, the sneaking around had begun.

meetings behind the boathouse, in the woods and in every secluded area of camp that you two could find. secret smiles and looks that only the two of you could see. holding hands under the table at counselor meetings and whispering in each other’s ears during a capture the flag matches.

it was thrilling, really. like the two of you shared a secret that nobody else had a clue about, something that was seen only by the sun and the moon.

you had been keeping it up for four months unsuspected until one particularly cool night in july.

you hadn’t seen luke all day, you were exhausted from a day of extra long training and losing a capture the flag match, so you were feeling extra clingy when you met him behind the big house. not your greatest hiding place, but you missed him so much that you couldn’t make yourself care.

nobody would notice you two missing with the campfire going on to distract them anyways.

“hey, sweet girl,” he greeted you with a smile that was reserved for your eyes only. “how was your day? i feel like i haven’t seen you at all.”

“because you haven’t.” you groaned in reply, taking his hands in yours because it had been too long since you had done so. his hands were warm and enveloped yours perfectly and you never wanted to let go. “today was exhausting.”

“oh yeah? too tired to see me?” he asked with that sly little smirk of his.

obviously you weren’t, because if you were, you would’ve been sleeping away in your cabin instead of out here in the dark with him.

“clearly not.” you responded with an eye roll that gestured about to your surroundings.

“never too tired for me, huh?”

“shut up.”

and he did, because within less than five minutes, your mouth was on his and his back was pressed up against the building behind.

now, luke prided himself on many things, such as his self-control and diligence, his keen spatial awareness and sneakily ability to keep a secret. but when it came to you, all of those things were gone.

he melted at the mere sight of your eyes meeting his, and your touch was like the blissful fire of a thousand suns.

you weren’t much better when it came to him, with his pretty eyes and the sweet names he gave you.

when he held you in his arms it felt as though the gods had made a mistake of separating your body from his so that you had to endure seventeen groveling years apart before you found one another again.

you were so caught up in one another that you never heard the footsteps coming.

“i knew it!”

you nearly jumped out of your skin when chris’s voice met your ears.

you pried yourself away from luke and the two of you were met with clarisse and chris staring at you, mouths wide open. you were caught.

“um . .” luke mumbled. real smooth.

“we can explain—“

“there’s nothing to explain.” clarisse cut you off, a knowing little smirk on the corner of her mouth as her boyfriend still stared at you with wide eyes. “this is a terrible hiding place by the way.”

“i knew i should’ve taken connor’s bet that they were dating.” chris said.

okay, they had to be exaggerating. you and luke weren’t that obvious, were you?

“oh come on, connor doesn’t know anything.” luke said with a nervous laugh, as if there were a way to cover up what had just been discovered. with the way his hands were still on your waist and fingers hooked through your belt loops, that wasn’t very plausible.

“dude, half the camp knows.” clarisse snorted.

“they do not!” you protested.

clearly, there was no saving your secrets now.

“you guys literally hold hands under the table at counselor meetings.” chris pointed out.

“how would you know? you’re not even a counselor.” you argue with him, but the little smile on luke’s face wasn’t helping your case.

“i have friends.” chris crossed his arms. “they tell me things.”

“he’s lying, silena told him.” clarisse shrugged.

“hey!”

you couldn’t help but laugh at that. accepting your fate, you looked at luke, who sucked air in through his teeth and said, “guess we’re busted.”

“yeah you are. now come back to the campfire and help me with these kids before they kill me.” chris said to his brother.

succumbing to counselor duties, you and your boyfriend emerged from your hiding spot and walked back to the campfire hand-in-hand, the secret out.

when the two of you took your seats in front of the fire and luke pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek, chris twisted his face up in mock disgust from luke’s other side.

“you know what, go back to hiding. i don’t wanna see that shit.”

[anexperimentallife]

As an autistic adult parenting an autistic toddler, I'm glad I'm able to use my experiences to help my little girl, and start teaching her the lessons about dealing with it that I didn't learn until I found out as an adult that I was autistic.

Like, this morning she started screaming literally within seconds of waking up because @thesurestthing was in the bathroom instead of giving her morning milk (her usual routine--the hardest thing is starting the day with a break in routine).

Then she was screaming and kicking me in the face because she didn't want to wear a diaper, then she wanted her old pee-filled diaper back on, then she wanted NO diaper again. Then when Zoey returned to nurse her, "MOMMY GO AWAY!" (Because the routine was already broken, and things would not be Perfect no matter what at this point.)

Then (and this was the majority of the meltdown) she started screaming because "I want to feel daddy! I need to feel you!" I offered my hands, my arm, my beard, and my head, to no avail. All this while I'm being intermittently kicked in the face and trying to keep her from hurting herself or me. She tried several times to do her deep breaths, yelling, "I WANT A NEW FEELING!" But she COULD NOT calm down.

THE SOLUTION: It took approximately a century (or so it felt like) to figure out she wanted me to put my hand in the high-five position so she could put her palm against mine--at which point she took a couple of deep breaths and immediately started calming down.

If we can keep her chill for the next few hours--long enough for her body to get over the meltdown--she'll most likely be fine for the rest of the day. I'm just glad that I have similar neurodivergent patterns to hers, and that since I've begun to figure out how to handle mine, I can help her learn to handle hers so that hopefully she'll have an easier life than I have.

Update: headed off a couple more meltdowns by offering my hand again, and praising her when she did her deep breaths and got herself under control. She's so cool, and she works so hard at learning self-regulation. Then she just sat with me stimming for a bit, and we read a book together.

Right now she's being a total cuddlebug with me. I love her so much, and I wouldn't change a single thing about her if I could.

I just hope that by helping her learn about dealing with her autism early I can help her have an easier life than I've had. Not by pretending to be allistic, but by taking her autism into account and doing what she needs to regulate her feelings.

She is so perfect in every way, and I love her. Yes, there are challenges, but if I could wave my hand and make her allistic, I wouldn't do it, because that would fundamentally change who she is. She's autistic, like me. And she's perfect.

[thewinchestah]

"INTERMISSION" - ALASTOR X READER

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: ,18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, BDSM, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, Possesive! Alastor, Jealous!Alastor, Protective!Alastor, masturbation, I didn't proof read this, english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here, etc etc etC

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Part I  | Part 2  | Part 4

A/N: Hello,hello everyone! Again, thank you all so much for the amazing reception to "Good things come for those who wait". I'm truly touched by your words and praise. I never really tought my writing would see the light of day at this point, nor this much love. My biggest thanks to everyone who takes the time to leave a comment.

So, I'm a bit self concious about this piece. "Intermission" is supossed to be a light break from the previous two fics. A breath of fresh, sex smelling air as I write the next long chapter. (It's gonna be nasty). My intent with this fic was to make it kinda chaotic, kinda rushed like Alastor's mind would be as he masturbates himself at the thought of you and what you are doing to him.

I truly hope I can do your hopes and expectations for my writting justice. I really appreciate feedback on this one.

As always, my special thanks goe to my lovely friend @smallershorteranduncut, who always support my ideas. Te amo amiga <3

Taglist: @markster666 @jyoongim @stygianoir  @pepperycookie @fraspent @aether-th3-enby  @lady-valtieri . If the tags aren't working or you wanna be tagged, let me know.

PART I | PART II

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Alastor considered himself a smart man, a cunning, self-sufficient, resourceful man. So, naturally, the irony of him being locked inside the bathroom, his cock in his hands while he tortures himself with thoughts of you made him frustrated at best, murderous at worst. 

He hates everything about it, he hates to admit that his rut indeed makes him on edge and out of control, he hates to admit that before he met you the ways he dealt with his rut were… undignified. And he hates even more admitting that since he had you at his every whim, to fuck, to breed, to inflict the most depraved ways of torture his rut was becoming a pleasurable thing. All because of you, only because of you.

He had quite literally just fucked you so hard you passed out, his name a scream on your lips, so loud heaven might have heard it. Some part of Alastor wishes that heaven heard it, so they know they made a mistake, so they know they let one of the most sacred things to exist get down here. In hell, with him. Your heavenly body is his to do as he pleases, to break it, desecrate its holiness as he fucks you into submission, granting him a relief so pure, so all consuming that it shouldn’t even be allowed in hell. And they will never correct this mistake.

Some part of Alastor wishes no know never knew about how you always make a mess of yourself for him, how you gladly sprawl yourself open for him, eyes lustful and hopeful that if you let him take it out just a little more on you tonight he will send you over the edge with those two little words: good. girl. 

And what a perfect good girl you were, doe eyes always seeking for his across any room, with adoration, with barely hidden lust, with love. Such a contrast when compared to his eyes, burning red from desire, anger, lack of empathy. Red condescending eyes filled with excitement about what he is going to do to you, what he is making you endure for him.

It doesn’t make it any easier on Alastor’s painfully hard cock that you are sleeping just a door away after a rough fuck, his seed still coating your thighs.

He flicks his wrist up and down his shaft, slowly. 

Just as slow as how his cock stretched your tight cunt, inch by inch when he first took you.  You weren’t nearly as wet as you should be for the first time taking his cock but you darling thing decided to break one of his rules. Your legs desperately spreading in a futile attempt to accommodate him, the delicious fear in your eyes as you realized what you’ve gotten yourself into, completely at his mercy, enduring the pain of being broken by his monster cock. The scream you let out when he buried himself to the hilt inside you, you liked it even when it was hurting, because the pain Alastor inflicted on you was ten times better than any pleasure your silly mortal lovers had ever given you. 

The Radio Demon has a knuckle white grip on his cock now, even with hands as big as his, Alastor is having trouble fully closing his hand around the swollen member, his need to claim, to mark, to breed you strong as ever. Precum leaks for the engorged red tip and a hiss escapes his lips, the feeling of powerlessness consuming him in waves of a maddening, unprecedented carnality. The only thing the mighty demon overlord can do to mimic the divine feeling of your cunt being spreading the glossy drop around his overly sensitive tip, grip his cock even tighter as he strokes himself harder and faster, like a maniac. 

How the mighty have fallen, he thinks to himself, he’s completely cunt struck by you.

Naturally, he’s gonna make you pay for it. 

Alastor fucks himself fast and hard, trying to pic up the breakneck speed he usually does when he’s burying himself inside your heat, his grip sometimes painful. Exactly how the way he wants to be next time he fucks you.

The raw carnality consuming him is too overbearing, so overbearing he closes his burning red eyes as his brain process the severity of his situation: he found the perfect plaything, a deliciously submissive doe for him to breed until she’s numb with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her, completely filled up by his seed. It made his rut more bearable, it made his rut pleasurable, everytime he needed to scratch that primal need you’re always there, always ready to completely  submit to him, to completely ruin yourself for him. Alastor honestly thought having you always there, as fun as it was to toy with you that way, would make things better. But it actually made it worse. Because now he knows.

Oh fuck, now he knows.

More pre cum spills, running through Alastor’s claws, dripping and staining his pants, making a mess under him. But it’s not enough, because it will never be enough. It’s not your mess coating his cock, running through his claws, it’s not the sinful invitation of your wetness staining his clothes.

Realization hits him like a curse. 

His wrist flicks around his cock with a purpose: to find relief in pain. 

You’re the only thing he wants. You are the only woman he will ever want like that. You are the only one he wants to see the obscene amount of his seed dripping from a perfectly swollen red cunt. You are the only one who could possibly deserve this. Now he knows what it is like to feel, to want someone. To have an irrevocable connection. No one in heaven, hell, and all the other possible realms of creation have the right to even think of you in that way. You are his and that’s final.

Next time he takes you he will make sure you know that. 

Stroking himself erratically now, Alastor pictures you peacefully sleeping next door, luscious body sprawled on the bed like you don’t have a care in the world. He wants the first thing you feel when you open your eyes is fear. Good, you should feel scared. You should be very, very scared of what he is going to do to you. He hopes to relish in fear in your eyes as he enters your tight pussy, stretching your velvet walls apart in ways you’ve never felt before. Being obscenely broken to accommodate the girth of his rut swollen cock.

Fear, because you should be scared. Fear because you aren’t. Fear because as the realization that Alastor needs you terrifies him, the realization that you fucking love the pain of being a submissive slut to the Radio Demon will undo you, in unholy ways.

The scene of your ass on his lap, red with regret from his whipping and a symphony of your soft moans overrides his mind. You were sobbing from those little whips? He’s gonna double that. He’s gonna give you something to truly cry about. He’s gonna see you cum from the pain of being whipped into submission and his voice only. Because it is  what you deserve for making him feel like this. Because it is what you want.

He’s close now, he can tell. He’s gonna cum soon. And it is not going to be inside your pussy. Alastor is enraged about that. 

A clawed hand grips the wall besides him. He strokes himself at a merciless pace. Just as merciless as he is gonna be with you. He knows your body like the palm of the hand that is clawing the wall because of the maddening desire he has for you. He’s gonna lure you so you purposefully make a mistake. Just so you can give him the excuse to punish you into understanding that you are irrevocably his. He’s gonna take all of you as it is his right.

His cock twitches, claws scratch the posh wallpaper all the way down, he spills so much cum, all over his lap, his hand. 

The sight of Alastor’s flustered face, in post orgasmic daze after mercilessly touching himself at the thought of you is something you definitely should see. But he will never let you.

Because now his mind is clear, he knows it and delights in acceptance. You are his, his mate, his love. 

And he’s gonna take his sweet time torturing you into compliance and understanding. With pain, pleasure and all that is Alastor’s nature.

[theminecraftbee]

So, here's the thing:

Tango knows that Zedaph is this close to staging an intervention.

He lies against the wiring for Decked Out and stares at the ceiling. He should probably be more concerned about that. Early-season Tango would be concerned about that; a situation getting bad enough that Zedaph, of all people, is ready to stage an intervention is normally a sign it's gotten pretty dang bad. But he's close. He's so close. And it's not like he's worried, not anymore.

He'd been worried, once? Like, he'd been scared, at some point of what the Frozen Citadel was starting to do to him. But now that he's there--

If he's asked, Tango will say it's mutualism, and not elaborate, because if anyone stages enough of an intervention to stop Decked Out from finishing what it's started, he's probably going to scream. He's probably going to always wonder. Worst of all, he won't finish the game on time. So like, so what if it's eating him a little? Or a lot? Or basically completely, given that he's pretty sure the damage is irreversible at this point?

Anyway, it doesn't matter. Start of the season Tango probably would care more, but like, it's mutual. Decked Out gets to eat Tango. Use him as an appropriate game piece. Sometimes as a processor. To do repairs. Whatever. It's important for the whole process. And Tango gets a sick game. Which, for some, sounds like an absurd trade-off, but it's not just the game, okay?

It's not just--

If it were just "I need to let my accidentally very sentient and very large base eat me to finish the game", he might do it? But he wouldn't, like, be actively conspiring to hide the fact that he's starting to be physically incapable of breathing like, normal oxygen and stuff. He wouldn't be conspiring to hide just how literal the shop item allowing you to control the gamemaster is. He wouldn't be trying to hide how close he is to just--being another part of Decked Out. Not being a "Tango" as an individual, but being a part of the machine. Basically a really fancy redstone component.

If it were just "he's really proud and he'd be sad if it took longer", he wouldn't have hung a sheep on the outside of the building to make sure some part of Decked Out knows that Zedaph is its friend, once there isn't a Tango to remind it of that properly. He would have asked Zedaph to actually do that intervention he's planning.

He didn't. He acted like he had several more weeks than he probably did. But it's fine. Decked Out ate the fear, anyway, so he can't feel it, and whatever sense of desire to like, not be redstone component was probably eaten also, and. And.

He's not sure how to describe it in a way that doesn't make him sound insane, but--

It's so close. Decked Out is so close to eating him completely. And that should be terrifying, if that weren't the first thing that got dissolved away, if he hadn't been scared since forever. Maybe, somewhere, there's part of him that is scared. There's a lot of him that knows he should be.

But those moments, the ones he's having more and more, where he forgets he's Tango. Where he forgets he's anything but part of the machine. And he's part of something big, and great, and he has a specific use, and he's aware for all of it but not aware of being himself, and he can feel exactly how he's important to the great machine and he does his job and absolutely everything else fades away entirely and he is the Game Master and even that's not an individual identity it's part of a whole it's part of something beautiful it's part of something so, so alive while not being alive at all and, and then--and then he's not done being eaten yet. And the Tango comes in. The fear, the insecurity, the, the flaws.

And he'd just lie there, and he'd feel it. The almost-just-a-part. The sense of just--being, and not being anyone in particular, but being. The lack of self. He'd feel the voltage from the redstone wires and try to capture it again, and be unable to, not on his own.

Not while he's left as Tango, at least a little bit uneaten.

So. Uh. He told you he didn't know how to describe it without sounding insane. But he'll never forgive himself. Never forgive himself if he doesn't find out what happens when it's done. What it's like to just--be a part of Decked Out and nothing else. What it feels like to give in completely.

Therefore. Zedaph. Intervention. Pretend he's better than he is so Zedaph doesn't do that. It shouldn't be long now. The amount of time he's aware and Tango is--less. The amount of fear is--it's entirely gone now. The amount he thinks "gee beginning of season Tango would say this is a bad plan" is almost zero.

The game is almost ready to open.

If he can just hold out that long, then there won't be anything anyone could do.

They'll be too busy having fun with the game, anyway. With any luck, no one will notice.

[babyflorencee]

You're stuck with me

Regulus Black x fem!Reader

"I just don't understand why you're so upset over this," I said, with a confused expression.

"Y/n, how can you be so stupid? That guy was hitting on you harder than a hammer to a nail, and he was so damn obvious about it!" Regulus yelled, roughly running his hand through his Brown locks.

This had been going on for around 2 hours. All the yelling, screaming, and insults that were being spat at each other, just to prove a point, that neither of us was able to get across.

Why was Regulus so mad, you might ask? Well, he's mad because some guy at a diner asked for my phone number, and was just overall hitting on me the whole night, even though he was well aware that I was with Reggie. However, if it wasn't for Regulus' trust issues and lack of self-control, maybe we wouldn't have left the guy limp on the floor with a bullet between his eyes. "What? Am I not good enough for you so you have to go out and seek attention from other people!" he yelled, face red with anger.

Regulus has always been insecure about our relationship. He thought I deserved better, so when he said that, my heart immediately broke. However, I was still mad at him.

"Trust me babe, you're more than enough! But that's not what the problem is!" I yelled back, getting more and more annoyed with him.

"Then please, enlighten me with what the problem is!" He yelled, throwing his arms in the air like a madman.

"You want to know what the problem is? You're way too clingy, and you're jealous ALL the damn time. Like I get, I'm yours and only yours! Reg, we are literally engaged. I'm not going anywhere, so why the fuck can't you get that through that thick head of yours?" I yelled back, not thinking about what I was saying. However, what I said hurt him, and he wasn't about to let that comment slide.

"Jealous? Well, excuse me for not being content with the idea of another man's hands all over that body of yours. You know, the body that's mine, and only mine to see and touch!" The whole fight was pointless; we both knew this, but neither of us wanted to back down.

Regulus and I have been in a relationship for a little over 3 years. We very clearly loved each other with all our hearts. We have only fought four times in our entire relationship, but this fight was different, but in the worst way possible. The intrusive thought of Reggie and me breaking up started to seem less crazy.

"Listen, I don't like sharing. I never have, and I absolutely refuse to share you. I don't want to fight about this anymore. It's silly. Can we just agree to disagree that the whole thing is that guy's fault?" He said, as he opened his arms out for me, with a hopeful expression.

I didn't respond. I just walked over towards him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Regulus immediately starts burying his head into my neck, holding onto me as if I was going to disappear any minute. Once we pulled away, he refused to look at me, instead; he looked at the floor. "Can we cuddle?" He asked, his voice so quiet I could barely make out what he said.

"Of course," I took his hand in mine, smiling up at him.

Once we got to mine and Regulus' bedroom, I was immediately pulled on the bed, being crushed by Regulus' weight. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I knew something was on his mind. "Hey Reg, what's wrong?" I asked, already having an idea of what he was going to say.

He sighed, rolling off of me so that he was on his side of the bed. "I hate fighting with you," he said, his voice breaking.

I pulled him into a tight hug, wishing that the fight had never happened. "I was scared, for a minute there, that we were going to break up," he mumbled, into my shoulder.

"Never in a million years," I whispered into his ear, entangling my hand into his hair.

"You're stuck with me," I said, laughing a little.

We lay back down, grasping onto each other as if our lives depended on it. "I'm glad that's over," Reg said, placing a kiss on my cheek, yawning.

"Night love," I said, rubbing his lower back until I eventually fell asleep.

[reallyromealone]

SOULMATES 6

Warnings

Male reader, mpreg, omegaverse, angst, fluff

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Tanjiro helped (name) change their little fabric diapers "how can such little bodies produce so much poop..." (Name) mumbled to the beta who laughed "they are little poop machines, my siblings weren't much better" Tanjiro said as nezuko watched curiously "they're going to be strong, I can tell" Tanjiro said sweetly to the Omega "you think?" (Name) asked softly and both Tanjiro and Nezuko nodded.

The siblings felt pity for the omega, they knew (name) wanted to find love with rengoku but...they also knew the Alpha never said how he felt to poor (name) who had no option but to give up on his feelings.

And then to be soulmates with his natural and literal enemy?

It was just cruel.

"How do you deal with this (name)?" Tanjiro asked genuinely as he looked at the other "..." (Name) was quiet as he gently traced his pups cheeks, noting how much they bare resemblance to their father "I want to scream and cry but... I'm also so happy? I can't describe it" (name) said genuinely "my entire life was changed and I had zero options but to adapt or die, I haven't had a second to process... If i wasn't trying not to die I was busy handling other things..." (Name) said genuinely "I know I'm asking for something unfair and impossible, it's unfair to ask if anyone but... I just I want my pups to grow up with both sides, I don't want to deny them that"

Tanjiro hugged (name) gently and Nezuko placed her hand on the omegas knee, the siblings comforting their friend, knowing (name) just wanted to be happy.

Rengoku was deeply uncomfortable as he stood beside Kokushibo, the demon silent as they stood guard in front of the only entrance of the home, both men having their hands on their swords in case anything were to happen.

He heard the crying and the grip on his blade tightned, it took everything for him to not leave his post and comfort the Omega that was almost his.

The pups that should have been his.

"Your self deprecation will not change events, so cease" Kokushibos words were blunt and cold to the Slayer, annoyed by his pharamones that were leaking everywhere.

"You wouldn't understand" Rengoku spat at the demon who rolled.his eyes "nor do I care, control your pharamones"

"I loved him but I missed my opportunity" rengoku said and Kokushibo tried so hard not to kill him right then and there "I knew he loved me and I never said anything! I suck!"

"You were a coward" kokushibo said bluntly "now he is someone else's Omega, you must move on"

"I-I know..." Rengoku couldnt be the one (name) could be with but... He will be the one that can help (name).

(Name) did let Muzan see his pups, he was angry not a monster, watching the demon interact with the tiny bundles of joy who immediately recognized their dad though (child A) kept grabbing at his hair.

"They're so weak..." Muzan fondly and (name) huffed "they're babies, if course they're weak" (name) said softly as he scented one of the pups though Muzan could feel the tension from the omega.

Sadly Muzan was far to prideful to give into his omegas demands.

Muzan left (name) scented items that the Omega begrudgingly accepted and added to his nest, the pups enjoying the scent of their papa.

(Name) got used to the demons and slayer's as a routine, finding company with Doma again as the demon visited his "favorite human" as he liked to say, ignoring how delicious the Omega smelt.

"He's really serious about this" Tengen mumbled as Giyu nodded "he wants his children to have a functional childhood, he's a good Dam"

"He's asking us to be friends with demons!"

"He's not asking you to be friends, he's asking all of us not to kill each other for his pups wellbeing"

"I would rather die than befriend those monsters"

Shinobu remembers her sister talking fondly of wanting demons and humans to live in harmony, she held her beliefs too deep down.

Then she met Doma.

Then she was reminded about how much she hated demons.

But (name)...

He reminded her so much of her beloved sister Kanae, the Omega sharing the same desire for demons and humans to co exist.

A small part of her rooted for his dreams, wanting the fighting... The suffering... For it all to stop.

(Name) remembered when he was little, tengen would sneak him little treats when their father would shame him for not being a good Omega, the boy just wanting to hang out with his brothers...

"I will never treat you how my father treated my siblings and I, whatever you want to do... I will support" (name) said softly to the sleeping pups who clung to each other so helplessly "who knows what's to come in the future but I know you both will thrive..."

A knock came at the door, Rengoku opening it at the soft 'enter' with food for the Omega as Kokushibo kept guard, once the next team arrived they were off duty.

(Name) perked up at the other, a slightly sad smile on his face as he offered the Alpha to sit "come... Meet my pups" (name)s words kind as Rengoku looked heartbroken at the pups, the tiny bundles of innocence that should have been his...

It was almost painful as he watched the Omega soothe and scent the pups.

God, if he was just (name)s soulmate... Everything would be better.

(Name) would be happy, provided for and never a worry in his mind.

He could see his brother and friends whenever he wanted, their pups would thrive.

Yet here he was, useless.

He tried to move on but seeing him like this... It killed him.

"(Child A) kind of looks like you when you accidentally spilt Shinobus tea" (name) commented as the pup yawned and it did look like he was screaming in fear "I was not that scared!" Rengoku laughed as the pup snuggled back in the nest "you hid from her for a week" (name) teased and the blond pouted playfully "they're cute kids" he comments genuinely and (name) beams "they're my world!"

The two chatted like the old friends they were as (name) ate happily.

(Name) needed Muzan.

Bad.

The Omega whined when he woke up and he wasn't there holding him or reading but (name) did this to himself.

He's the one who booted his alpha out.

(Name) found himself crying as his pups slept, not hearing Muzan enter with his breakfast "why are you crying?" The demon asked, crouching before the Omega and setting the food to the side "alpha..." (Name) mumbled, feeling just overwhelmed as the pups kept him up all night and day, needing to be fed more due to them being half demon.

"Alphas here now" Muzan said kissing his mate gently, pulling him close and scenting him and Muzan could feel the exhaustion radiate off him in heavy waves "my omegas putting to much on himself" Muzan said almost playfully, a tone (name)s never heard "I just...want everyone to get along... It's all I ask"

"How about you see them once a month... Do whatever you humans do and then return back with me to the infinity castle" Muzan asked as if he didn't have plans to remove the problem from the equation, he knew the slayer's were planning something as well.

They were just waiting.

"That place is far to dangerous for pups!" (Name) grumbled out as he played with his mates sleeve "I'm building a new home for us, so you can play with our pups... The castle will be temporary besides the pups can't even hold their heads up"

"..." (Name) was quiet as he wiped the tears from his eyes "do you promise to keep your word?"

"If course beloved" until his plan goes as he wants of course.

You see, humans are predictable and he's waiting till one of them slips up so it seems they attacked the demons against (name)s wishes.

And he just had to wait.

Both parties gathered as (name) spoke of the compromise, Muzan playing supportive husband and watching them seethe.

It was phenomenal.

The slayer's obviously argued but (name) chirped "Muzan wouldn't lie!" The Alpha wouldn't lie per day but he did keep secrets and manipulate but his sweet Omega didn't need to know that.

He just needed to be his perfect little mate and one day his little Emperor consort to Muzans emperor.

Muzan had a nursery set up when they returned to the infinity castle, the pups set in and the Alpha having his mate relax on their bed, kissing (name)s swollen ankle as he rubbed his feet.

He was doing anything to get (name) to be happy with him, the two seperate for far to long and the poor Omega needed to be reminded he only needed Muzan.

He doted completely on (name) and the pups, making it well aware his priorities were them so when he went to see his family, the hostility would make (name) mad.

And come to Muzan for comfort.

All he had to do was wait.

[hootbon]

Since I saw someone else talking about their fucked up ideas, I am too lol because I suddenly remebered them. But, pretty much just how my lore making brain decides to look at characters.

Kinger: He’s a king chess piece, obviously. He didn’t have to work for that position, unlike the queen, no chess piece can ever become the king, but a pawn can prove itself and become a queen, in a way. Kinger is now forced to be a lowly magician, because he never had to work for anything on his way up. Cracks from pressure, knowing he didn’t do anything, and now has to make up for it, whist his queen, the one who worked to gain that role, is no longer around

Ragatha: A rag doll, something that is quite literally a toy, old, not many people would chose that sort of doll over the newer kinds. Tossed around, ripped, lost, decapitated— so what? It’s a doll. If the doll breaks, you can just sew her back together again. If she does something wrong, you can watch her unravel in front of your eyes until you decide to stitch her back together again, though no one really cares for fixing her. She can be replaced easily, and so easily broken, used and abused by people endlessly, that’s what she’s made for. If she gets too chatty, you can just take out your thread and needle to shut her up

Pomni: A ballerina, she looks quite beautiful when she dances, she is a living ‘doll’, a puppet. A puppet by the strings, not much she can do, but be there helplessly as the ringmaster tugs them. A puppet, also a doll, are just used by someone else’s hand, she has no control over what they might make her do in the circus, and she never will.

Gangle and Aingle: The two sisters, ‘twins’ even if one of them doesn’t actually exist. A false persona, a forever toxic relationship, in a way. Bound to someone who looks like you, is always around you, but acts nothing like you do, wants to be the opposite of you, in a way. With all that ribbon, Caine could really tie the loose ends of the circus, like the abstraction issue for example…

Zooble: Quite handy with a thread and needle if they do say so themselves. Almost like the druggie of the whole group, they let intrusive thoughts kick in one day and than… they could never have enough. Dysphoric, their body never looked normal anyways in the first place, so it didn’t matter if they took parts of those now gone and tried to use them to fill the void of their own ever ending spiral of lack of self-esteem, right? They never liked the person in the mirror, so they change it every day, it only feels normal to be scavenging the halls after hair raising screams of pain can be heard in the hallway, sewing parts together to make something they enjoyed. A bad habit? Of course not, they never see it that way, they are simply making use of what others never appreciated, and now aren’t around to appreciate

Jax: The fluffy murder set bunny, we all love him. His silly little pranks go from sudden silly string ambushes, to agonizingly terrible ways for any mortal being to die— good thing you can’t! Caine would never let you. He’s just a bunny, a sweet little guy who wants nothing else but to put a smile on your face— well, that’s a lie, all he wants now is to satisfy his needs, and out a smile on his face. What is he thinking? You’ll probably never know, ever since Kaufmo disappeared for a few hours and came back, starting to act differently from normal, Jax acts like it’s the end of the world. Silly Jax, it’s just all fun and games! Kaufmo needed some help, so Caine got our friendly twins to help tie up those loose ends!

…Basically random shit, character design analogies and random ominous comments I thought of on the spot for these guys

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[ranaissingle]

In My Mind

Masterlist Summary: Reader exists in the same circle as Austin and has been head over heels in love with him for years but she never speaks up over the course of their friendship until a new years party. Rating: T Word Count: 2.1 k ( I swear this was meant to be a short whip I have no idea what happened)

Warnings: Unrequited love lol (can you tell I'm feeling angsty?) A/N: Hey girlies, it's been a hot minute haha. School kinda got in the way and then I had to learn (for the zillionth time) that men ain't shit (besides our lord and savior Austin Butler of course). I quite literally have no inspiration so please do send me some requests. I'm thinking of doing another angst fic about Hanahaki disease... How do we feel?

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When Austin told you he had started dating Vanessa Hudgens you felt like you wanted to die. Yes. Die. The world seemed to close in on you as he continued explaining how they had met and how he had asked her out. Each word was another knife in your throat and every admission of his love for her tore your heart into smaller and smaller pieces.

But you sat there and listened. You listened as he detailed their first kiss, their first date, his confession, and hers to him. It took each ounce of self-control to not get up and scream. Scream at him for not knowing how you felt and scream for the heart that had broken.

But you kept your mouth shut. You helped Austin plan all the valentines day dates, the birthday trips, and each anniversary date. Every single thing he had done for her and every girl he had been with since had been painstakingly vetted by you. You were happy to help him, but the fact that all your preparations were for another girl was a hard pill to swallow.

Everything came to a head when he started dating Kaia Gerber. She was beautiful. in every way imaginable she was conventionally attractive. Her skinny legs, straight waist, and small hips made you want to collapse in on yourself. She was perfect in every way. She was everything you were not. Tall, skinny, and beautiful.

Austin was smitten. He had developed a habit of dating skinny models and he had yet to break it. You were anything but surprised when she caught his eye when he asked you if you had her number, when he took her out for the first date, and then eventually when they started dating. It was routine for you now.

He would meet a girl, become infatuated, date her, dump her, then move on to the next one.

But at least you stayed constant. You had been constant for well over a decade at this point. That was more than any of the other girls could say. So you were content, until the New Year's of 2022. It was December 31st, 2022 and Austin had just broken up with his latest fling and had elected to spend New Year's as a free agent. You had never really had a date on new years because your previous relationships always ended before the fateful day or started after. You had grown accustomed to accompanying the same leather chair in the corner of your living room while you watched your friends with their respective partners mingle about your house. You sipped champagne as you watched couples drunkenly sway together as the countdown began to draw dangerously close to midnight.

1 hour to midnight

You spotted Austin out of the corner of your eye and you felt the iciness in your heart melt when he smiled at the people he spoke to. He was in the middle of a group of 4 other people yet still looked ethereal. His hair shone under the kitchen light and the crinkles around his eyes made you want to run your fingers over them.

You watched him. You watched how his lips moved. You traced his figure with your eyes until you reached his hands. His fingers picked at the cuticles of his nails. It was his nervous habit. He always resorted to picking at his cuticles whenever he was around people he didn't know well. It had led to many last-minute manicures before photoshoots to help deal with the redness it left.

30 minutes to midnight

You slowly pushed yourself off the comfortable chaise and made your way over to him. Maybe if you were with him he would feel so nervous, and it could save you from a last-minute call to the nail salon where you had to beg for an opening. You slid in next to him and smiled at the people around him. They barely looked away from Austin to greet you, but you were fine with that. Austin was the star, not you. You slipped your hands in his hand and tugged it behind your back to keep it out of view from those around you.

Austin thrived off of physical touch. He needed it like the air he breathed. Whenever he was feeling nervous or overwhelmed being enveloped in a hug from you or even just having your hand in his was enough to calm the nerves and allow him to breathe. Austin looked down to where you were pressed into his side.

You knew him so well that even from across the room you knew he needed grounding. His chest swelled with pride for a reason he couldn't quite pinpoint. His conversation with those around him continued without a hitch and when the countdown started to broadcast on the TV, they all made their way to their respective partners leaving you and Austin alone at the kitchen island.

15 minutes to midnight

You kept Austin's hand clasped in yours as the countdown numbers descended. Neither of you planned on moving or letting go. The warmth of his hand reached places all over your body and practically heated you up from the inside.

7 minutes to midnight

Austin leaned his head down to whisper into your ear, "If I didn't know you better I'd say that you end up single on New Year's on purpose." You heard the smile in his voice.

"Do you?"

His brown furrowed together, "Do I what?"

You matched him with a grin of your own.

"Know me better." The half tilt of your head made his stomach churn.

His laugh was smooth and boisterous. He brought his other arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to his side. Your heart slowed as you relaxed into him and abandoned your unnecessarily alcoholic drink on the kitchen counter.

5 minutes to midnight

"Hey." Austin's voice cut into the still air of the room. His eyes were trained on the TV and you looked up at his jaw as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

"Do you… do you wish you had a date? For New Year that is." The question caught you off guard and you twitched as you pressed into his side.

"uhm, I-I. I gues-" You stuttered when you couldn't seem to form a cohesive response. Your heart started to accelerate again and your breaths came out in short pants.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself once more to better be able to form a cohesive sentence.

"Well, I guess no one wants to be alone on New years. But that is just how it always seems to happen." You paused a sudden feeling of bravery came over you. The most likely culprit of such a feeling being the alcohol.

"And the person I would like to be with is almost always in a relationship during the New Year." You focused your gaze on the suddenly very interesting kitchen tiles. You had previously told Austin about someone that you had a crush on for years. You had tried to keep it yourself but Austin tended to pry when it came to matters of love but as much as he tried to wrangle the information out of you about who it was, you had kept tight-lipped and unwavering in your resistance to respond.

"Oh?" His eyebrow quirked up as he looked away. It seems he had also taken a sudden interest in the wall decor you had across the room.

"Is this the same guy you've told me about before?" His voice was deep and his throat bobbed as he spoke.

"Yes, it is actually. The very same."

"Haven't you been into this guy for years Y/N?"

"Yes, I have."

"And you are still into him? Why? He is the stupidest man in the world if he hasn't noticed by now." His chuckle was low but you could tell he didn't actually find it remotely funny.

You looked up at him and wished that he would understand from your eyes that you were talking about him, that you were in love with him.

But you had been in love with him for nigh over 10 years and the dolt had yet to come to any significant realization regarding your feelings so there was no use hoping for something like that now.

"Well, I would stop loving him if I could, but as soon as I feel like I can get over him, he does something that has been crawling back." You shrugged lightly and took another sip of your drink before placing it back on the counter.

3 minutes to midnight

"And it doesn't help that he is my best friend." You were skirting around the dangerous territory with that statement. You knew you were. But you were so tired that all the previous reservations and rules you had so painstakingly followed, disappeared.

Austin's eyes widened in confusion.

"Best friend? You have another best friend?" Austin was too slow for his own good.

You shrugged before replying, "Nope, I only have one best friend."

He let out an exasperated sigh

"So I'm not your best friend?!" Your eye twitched.

"No Austin. You are my only best friend."

"So who are you in love with?" Your fingers twitched. You were going to strangle him.

"I am in love with my one and only best friend."

Silence

Austin tensed next to you and you awaited the sting of his rejection that you had spent the better part of the last 10 years preparing for.

2 minutes to midnight

The silences echoed in the room despite the growing cheers of those around you. The timer was steadily counting down the seconds and you wanted to vomit.

The bile rose in your throat when the counter reached 30 seconds. Awaiting his rejection was arguably worse than the rejection itself.

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You pushed away from him. His previously comforting warmth had twisted something in your gut and now you wanted to vomit.

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His hand traced your back as you slid away before it fell back to his side. He stuttered out a "W-wait."

But you didn't want to

3 Austin yanked you back until your face was back in his chest and his arm was around your waist. He moved his head into your neck and pushed his nose into your hair before taking a deep breath.

2 Your breath caught when he pulled your head away from him to look into your eyes. 1 He kissed you. He kissed so hard you could have sworn you had fireworks behind your eyes. His hands were everywhere. Crossing your neck, cupping your hips, and splaying across your back. He kissed you until neither of you could breathe anymore. You wrenched away from each other and gulped down large breaths of fresh air.

His hand shakily pressed against your cheek and you looked up to meet his eyes. You didn't want this to be something that only happened because it was the heat of the moment. You wanted it to mean something to him. You wanted him to love you the same way you had for years. You didn't want this to be mean nothin-

"I love you." You had the timbre of his voice memorized. You knew it was Austin speaking but you still looked around you dreading the possibility of him not speaking to you.

But your face was still cupped in between his hands and his eyes were on you.

your eyes were wide as you looked at him You felt stinging and then a prick of tears in your eyes. They fell slowly down your cheeks one by one and Austin kissed each of them away.

All at once you need him on you all over again. You had gone years without so much as a kiss on the cheek from him and you would be damned if you continued in that fashion.

So you pulled his lips hard against you and kissed him until your lips were numb and swollen, and even then you didn't want him off of you.

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well, this was probably shitty so forgive me. It has been a while since I posted so figured I needed to back in the groove of things haha. I think I might do a professor x university student Austin fic next so watch out for that lol.

[joelslegalwhre]

Hey

This is my request

Yn is a driver of red bull and its the last race and max verstappen is her boyfriend ( max is not a driver ) and she wins her first worldchampionship with alot of fluff thanks

i love the idea! Be ready for a ton of fluff, i have no self control-

Sorry this took me so long… I had my final exams and was busy crying and being anxious, BUT I‘M DONE NOW whoo, your girl finally has her Abi now😭

pairing // max verstappen x driver!fem!reader

summary // You win your first world championship and Max had already planned everything out for when you get out of your car

warnings // max is not a driver, he‘s living the wag life lmao, just a shit ton of fluff and lovesick max, you‘re the first woman in f1 (did i miss something?)

word count // 2k

Masterlist // taglist // 🥤my kofi if you‘d like to leave a tip🩷

World Champion

Your car literally flew across the finish line as your team clung to the fence to the track, cheering.

You couldn't help but let out a cry of joy. You had done it, you had actually won the race.

That might not be unusual anymore, because winning races was almost a habit.

But today was different, the screams of the fans cheering you on from the stands echoed in your ears. You put your hand out of the cockpit and waved back at them, smiling and completely overwhelmed by the situation.

World champion. You were a world champion now.

The mere fact that you were the first and only woman in Formula One had made a lot of headlines. Right from the start, you felt much more pressure than the others seemed to. And you had shown all the reporters and all the doubters who had made so many comments, good or bad, how you were able to assert yourself in this male domain.

You parked your car according to the rules and not even a second later you were running towards the waiting crowd that was your team, jumping into their arms. The fence separating the people from the drivers was rocking dangerously as you jumped into their arms, almost knocking it over completely. But you were so full of joy that you hardly noticed. The love and joy your team gave you at that moment overwhelmed you. Everyone laughed, whistled and cheered, and you too had to squeal under your helmet. All of this was so absolutely unreal, it was as if you were about to wake up from a dream. A dream that was too good to be true.

But that's exactly what it was, true. This was really happening.

When your mechanics, the pit crew and whoever else was standing with them, put you back down on the ground, your eyes fell on Max. He was standing right up front, next to your mechanics, beaming at you.

As quickly as you could, you took off your helmet and your balaclava. Someone took the helmet and balaclava from your hands, much to your silent gratitude. Your feet carried you to your boyfriend in seconds.

"Congratulations, champion." He couldn't say much more before you wrapped your arms around his neck and silenced him with your lips.

You didn't care who was watching now, this moment belonged only to the two of you. Max gently parted from your lips and leaned his forehead against yours. "You can't imagine how proud I am of you." he whispered, his nose lightly brushing yours. "I love you." you whispered back.

"I love you more, champ." You giggled in response to the new nickname he seemed to have chosen for you now. You didn't mind, quite the opposite, it was a reminder of what had just happened. His breath brushed your lips as he let out a laugh. "I think you need to get back to your job now." Max grinned, still so close to your lips. You pouted and looked into his eyes, "Don't run away, okay?" you joked. "I'm not." He laughed back and gave you one last peck on the lips.

You turned around and thanked the person who had held your helmet for you.

Then you rushed to the other drivers and went through the whole procedure with the weighing and all the other usual steps. The drivers were congratulating you with hugs and brotherly pats on the back.

All the time the cheering of the fans and your team in the background.

The hymns were played and you still couldn't quite believe it. This wasn't just a normal race, it wasn't just the end of the season - which meant you finally had time to genuinely relax - no, it was the day you could talk about for decades to come, the day people would talk about for years and years. The day you made it.

Your anthem played, and as the rhythmic notes rang out, you had to hold back tears. It was emotional, to say the least. But the bright smile on your face outweighed the tears. And so you stood up there, along with Charles and Lewis, and let the sun, still pleasantly warm, brush your face. In your ears now the national anthem of your team.

After receiving numerous congratulations along the way, the garage was finally in sight. "Do you know where everyone is?" you asked your PR manager, who had accompanied you here from the podium, slightly confused. Nobody from the team was outside anymore, and you drew the conclusion that they all had to be in the garage. "They're already inside." she confirmed, grinning at you. Just as you had thought, then. You gave an understandable nod and circled the stack of tires stored diagonally in front of the garage.

Your mouth probably dropped to the floor when you saw your team, Christian and Max in front, together with Helmut, standing in front of you. You were quick to close your lips again, a wide smile dominating.

"What-" it was nothing more than a stutter, you were too overwhelmed with the situation.

"Congratulations!" everyone shouted at the same time, like a birthday surprise. That's when you noticed the shirts they were all wearing. Every member of the team was wearing the same one, and it showed you standing big in the middle, with the words "World Champion" at the top and the year at the bottom. It was one of the pictures from Spain earlier this year, when you had taken first place and had both hands in the air, clenched into fists, in victory.

"We have one for you, too." Christian grinned at you, and gave you an identical shirt to the one he was wearing.

"Thank you." your voice was barely above a whisper, the emotion too strong. Tears were collecting in your eyelashes, and it became hard to see.

You felt two strong arms close around your body, and in the next moment you were surrounded by Max's familiar scent. "Congratulations, baby." he whispered in your ear. He must have told you a dozen times since you left your car, but he just couldn't help himself. Your big dream has finally come true. All those days of hard training had paid off, and he couldn't be prouder of you.

You snuck your nose in the crook of his neck and pressed yourself closer to him once more, before braking away from the embrace.

"Thank you." you now said, addressing your team. "Thank you to each and every one of you. I know so many have said that before me, but it's true, I couldn't have done this without you guys today." you turned to your pit crew with a grin, "You guys have the absolute fastest reflexes I've ever seen. How do you do that?" The men laughed and tipped their imaginary hats, "Is and always will be an honor, Ms. World Champion." one of them joked, making you giggle.

When the hectic and excitement of the past few hours had passed, you could finally go back to your driver's room with Max to relax a little. Some privacy and quietness was something you were beyond grateful right now. All the fuss had worn you out and as much as you were filled with gratitude, your body also screamed at you to just lay down for a moment. After all, you just did a whole race in the heat of the bright midday sun. A cold shower was just about the best thing you could think of right now, but that had to wait for at least another two or three hours, maybe even more. 

"Ugh, that feels amazing." you moaned as you fell onto the small couch in your room. You let out an exhausted breath and let your head fall back to rest on it. "I bet it does." Max laughed and sat down beside you, grabbing your ankles to lift your legs onto his lap. He started to massage your feet, and you felt like you just got sent to literal heaven. "Please, never stop." you let out another groan, which made Max chuckle. "Your wish is my command." 

Your eyes wandered to his shirt, the same one you were still wearing. And after all the months of secret phone calls, always wondering what important things he had to do on these calls and why he left the room you were in when he did, it dawned on you, "Max," you asked, "Were you the one to get all these shirts?" 

He smiled at you, still massaging your feet, „I did. Couldn't let my girl win her first championship and stand there empty-handed." 

"Max," your voice cracked, "I- Thank you," you whispered, as you felt a single tear rolling down your cheek, "So much."

"Baby, don't cry." His thumb wiped the tear from your cheek, and you distinctly leaned into his touch. "Thank you so much." you whispered again. "You don't have to thank me for that, baby." a light smile played on his lips and he shifted slightly, bringing you to sit on his lap.

His hands caressed your thighs, and it sent a warm shiver through your body.

It felt good to rest in his arms and give your sore muscles a break.

You snuggled even closer to him. For a moment you just sat there, in his lap with his hands on your thighs and your arms around his middle. His hands ran up and down in a caressing and soothing gesture. The air in the room was pleasantly cool, thanks to the air conditioning.

Max's hands moved from your thighs to your back and gently moved up and down there too. He didn't push you to tell him everything that you were feeling right now, he just let you have your moment of silence. Later, when you would be back in your hotel room, there would be plenty of time to talk about everything that had happened.

"I love you." he whispered against your neck. You leaned back a little to look at him and smiled. "I love you too."

You cupped his face in your hands, the light stubble of his beard lightly scratching your skin and his scent enveloping you like a soft blanket.

You leaned forward and gently placed your lips on his. Max returned the kiss immediately and lightly nibbled your lower lip, which made you giggle and opened your lips a little. He took the opportunity to explore you with his tongue. The softness with which he kissed you elicited a sigh from you. It wasn’t a hectic or dirty kiss. Rather, it was full of love, affection and emotion. Max made you feel as if it was just the two of you and not a thousand other reporters, photographers and employees who were about to ask you a million questions. Which you were looking forward to, of course, but this moment was still too perfect to end.

Both of you separated your lips to catch your breath. Max immediately pulled your body close to his again and wrapped his arms around you.

"I think we need to get back out there," he whispered in your ear after a while. His breath tickled you a little and you giggled lightly. "Yeah, I think so."

You moved off his lap and ran a hand through your hair, which got a little tousled during your kiss. Max stood up and followed you to the door. "Off to battle." you quipped as you grabbed the handle. Max jokingly slapped your ass, and grinned, "Let's go, you world champion."

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[anon-sect]

I see that you are really powerfull. Nothing is impossible for you, right? Great. The other day I was walking in the street when I saw one of the hottest men i know walking around: Josh Hutcherson. But as I was very polite and nice, he treated me like a dick. Here is where you come. He acts like a dick? Lets do that then. Can you put me in controll of his body and swap his mind inside his own dick? I want to controll him, to feel him powerless as I play with his new self. Can you do that? your price will be mine.

Picture source: internet.

Zack was walking down the street when he happened to see someone familiar walking his direction. He couldn't believe it. It was Josh Hutcherson. He recognized the famous actor from the many movies he stared in. As he approached, he just wanted one quick picture with him since he was a big fan of the actor.

"HI, Mr. Hutcherson, could I get a quick picture with you? You are one of my favorite actors." Zack asked politely, hoping he would say yes.

Josh rolled his eyes at the simple request from a fan. "Go online to one of my websites. I should have an autographed picture you could buy. Until then, I don't do pictures with fans for free." He spoke to the guy without even asking for his name and walked off.

Zack was so disappointed. He actually looked up to the actor, but to be treated with such disrespect even when he was being polite just wasn't right. He watched as the actor walked off after being such a dick to him.

As Zack continued walking, he was taped on the shoulder by a stranger. "Was that Josh Hutcherson?" The stranger asked him. "Yeah, but he is not as I imagine. He was such a dick to me. I only asked to take a picture with him since I am a big fan. And he just brushed me off and kept walking. I'm so disappointed." He told the stranger. The stranger just smiled. "Don't worry, karma happens to come back on those who do us wrong when I am around. I hope you will enjoy your new life." The stranger spoke and walked off without even giving his name. Zack thought that was a little strange, yet his last words had him pondering. He wondered what he meant by that.

When Zack got home, he went to use the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and suddenly got dizzy. He didn't know what was going on but lost consciousness a few seconds later. He woke up to unfamiliar surroundings. It was in a fancy hotel room. He was on a nice couch. He was also wearing different clothes than before. He recognized the attire as to what Josh was wearing. He quickly went to a mirror. He was shocked at the reflection back. The face he saw was Josh Hutcherson's. He was now the famous actor or more in control of his body now. He then wondered where the real Josh Hutcherson was.

Zack/new Josh then felt his dick twitching like crazy.

Josh couldn't explain what happened, but he felt he was a member of his body instead of control of his body. The more he tried to move, the more he realized what became of him. He was a literal cock on his body now. He couldn't speak but only make slight movements. This was a nightmare. If he was a cock on his body, than who was in his body controlling it.

Zack/new Josh saw he sounds just like the actor. He then realized what the stranger met by his last words. This was his new life. He felt a phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it and found he knew the password. He opened to see a text from a strange number. "Josh is your dick now, and you are him. It's temporary but you can make it permanent. All you need to do is jack off. Once done, you will be the new Josh, and he will just be your dick." Zack couldn't believe his luck.

Zack unzipped his pants in the bathroom to look at his dick. "So all I need to do is jack off, and we are stuck this way forever. That sounds like a plan to me. You should have been nicer to me, now I control your fate." He spoke as he took his new dick in hand and began to jack off.

Josh was mentally screaming. He didn't want to be stuck this way forever. Yet to hear a fan in control of his body and about to make their condition permanent was horrifying. He felt his own hand grab him and jerk off. He tried not to get hard, but he couldn't help it. He was a dick now. Moments later hot cum spewed out of his mouth. He suddenly felt he was just a dick. His humanity was striped of him.

Zack/ New Josh smiled as he was now Josh Hutcherson for the rest of his life. He wished he could thank the stranger in person. He definitely was going to enjoy his new life. As for old Josh, he was sure he could find someone to suck him off or go in someone's ass. It was time he learned what being a dick felt like.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Do you got any Ponyboy headcanons you’d like to share? ✨

Ooh sure’ (sorry this is so late 😭)

His favorite kind of meat is fish. He will literally eat an entire boat full of them because he loves them so much

He used to be a very picky eater as a kid and then Darry started making him eat other foods when their parents died and Pony just grew out of it

He spent his entire 14th birthday crying in his room. He was absolutely inconsolable. Soda and Darry made him a cake but it wasn’t the same as his parents

He’s only been to jail once for beating someone up after Johnny and Dally die

I don’t really have LGBT headcanons for the gang but he is kind of a bi-con

He has a preference for girls tho

He never eats breakfast on school days because he feels bad for “wasting food” so he just spends the entire day hungry (he gets made fun of for it during school)

He has jumped people with Dally but felt super bad after

He writes down his dreams for the future in his journal and doesn’t know Soda snoops through his diary lmao-

Most of it is just poetry but sometimes it’ll be stuff like “I wish I could afford a copy of ‘insert book’” and sodden my boom-he finds that book on his nightstand the next day (Soda buys it for him)

He gets a job at a diner because Johnny worked there and got jumped, so he takes up a job too in order to help keep Johnny safe

Hes a favorite of the customers because he’s genuinely kind of charming when he wants to be

Him and Johnny gossip about the shitty customers tho like he’s so two faced at work lmao

He also gets a part time job working at the library and recommends all sorts of books to newcomers

He also helps people out with homework sometimes if he knows them (like if they’re school friends)

Hes not as quiet as he thinks he is-he can strike up a conversation with just about anyone. He just doesn’t like to.

Soda teaches him pretty privileges (Pony ends up being a pretty boy I know it)

He has a bit of a southern drawl and it comes out when he’s nervous or upset

After the book he starts yelling back a lot more

Him and Soda never fight and when they do it’s over the stupidest shit like Pepsi or Coke being better but they’ll actually start fighting and won’t talk for hours

He had a girlfriend (canon) and she when broke up with him. He was a wreck for weeks

Him and Darry start watching football together and the two are OBNOXIOUS

They will scream and cuss at the TV when their team is losing

He starts working out too with Darry but he overdid it and had to be dragged out by Darry in the end

He actually has really nice legs from doing track

Darry successfully gets him off cigarettes and onto Nicotine gum but it took almost four years to do so

He breaks his streaks really easily though and will absolutely beat himself up about it because he doesn’t want his brothers to be disappointed in him

He has pretty bad PTSD after the church and is afraid of fire for quite some time after (coincidentally not his own lighter fire tho)

I feel like he would take up unhealthy habits to exhibit control because he feels like his life is falling apart and he needs something in his control (idk what exactly it would be but y’know)

He has a hard time ordering at restaurants because he tends to be self conscious about what he’s ordering. He knows he has a humongous appetite and is mortified by it

His brothers used to tease him for it until he just broke down in tears after they went too far. They felt AWFUL

he gets really and seasonal allergies. Catch him in spring and his nose is a faucet.

He LOVES animals and will feed the strays with Johnny. Especially after he died, Ponybwould try to find homes for the animals that could be kept as pets and those that couldn’t be tried to release into the wild

He has rehabilitated a number of animals-squirrels, birds, a kitten once…

Darry is so over it

He cries at music. He’s more emotional than he lets on. He has big feelings just like Sodapop but doesn’t let them out like his brother does

He gets REALLY ticked off when people ask if his real name is Ponyboy. Especially after his parents death because he feels like they’re making fun of his dad for naming him as such.

He loves Italian food

He isn’t touchy with anyone in public because “he wants to look tuff 😡”

But in private you can’t get him off you. Good luck trying.

He LOVES catching fireflies

He cries at Bambi