#jump rings choker

[ghostickle]

I’ve made jewelry before but it’s normally kinda childish fun colorful stuff but I don’t wear things like that and anyways I just ordered a bunch of stuff to work with leather and spikes and chains n everything instead

[vmpiires]

﹆₊エモ‧₊˚ HEY EMO BOY ! KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ he caught your attention so why not shoot your shot? wc, 3.49K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. y’all see the title..i was thinking about this song and every day i say it reminds me of choso so..why NOT make a story out of it? (i was on c.ai and i made a bot for it to test the idea) AND JOIN THE DISCORD. hope ya enjoyyy. reblog to support meeee.

␥ tags. emo!choso, choso is a bass guitarist, smut, cunnilingus, smoking, female anatomy, college AU, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

wearing all black with chains dangling from his ripped jeans and striking black boots was choso kamo. that bass player who was in one of your college classes. his ears were adorned with multiple piercings, including a cross-shaped earring hanging from his left ear.

his tongue and eyebrow were also pierced, along with a thick black choker wrapped around his neck, complimenting his edgy appearance. you noticed how slender and delicate his fingers were as he adjusted the strap on his guitar, each nail painted a glossy black to match his image.

choso was one of the rudest but most attractive people you've ever interacted with on campus. his pale skin brought out the dark rings under his eyes, making him look as if he hadn't slept a day in his life. there was a black mark running across the bridge of his nose, extending to both sides of his face and piercing violet eyes that were nearly covered by his obsidian hair that was tied back into a low ponytail.

you were always up to something of course. you wore a skirt that hugged your curves and showed your ass perfectly, guaranteeing a stare from any man you walked by. your shirt was also quite revealing. as someone as snarky and bitchy as yourself, you were confident that you could handle choso like a dog on a leash.

a smirk stretched across your lips as you slipped a sucker between your lips. it was free time, and everyone was hanging around outside on campus. of course, your target was there too. as you approached him, you could hear the sounds of his guitar as he strummed the strings with his slender fingers.

"hey, emo boy," you shouted, putting your foot up on the bench just beside choso's thigh as you removed the sucker from your mouth, a long string of saliva connecting to it. you knew what you were doing.

choso jumped a little, hearing your voice close by. his head whipped around to look at you, his expression going from a slight frown to flat nothingness. "well, well, well. if it isn't the slut."

"and if it isn't the school's jackass," you snapped back.

"whatever, slut. you should watch who you're talking to and where you stick that sucker around me." choso's gaze fell back down to his guitar as he kept plucking the strings, making sure to look at you from the corner of his eye.

a scoff escaped your lips, the smirk on your face growing wider at his words. "yeah?" you challenged, your tone dripping with sarcasm and amusement. "i guess it'll be in your mouth next if you keep it up." the playful glint in your eye matched the teasing tone of your voice as you continued to banter back and forth with the male.

those words surprised him enough to make him pause, his eyes flickering over to focus on you fully once he realized what you just said. a smile crept onto his face and his eyes glimmered a bit as he looked at you. "oh really? i wouldn't mind that."

your boisterous laughter echoes through the room, "you're definitely a freak," you exclaim with a sly smile. "but you know what? i like that about you, emo boy."

"of course you would." choso smirked, playing with the strings even faster and playing a cord with just the right amount of ferocity and finesse. you watched as his fingers moved, just wondering how they'd move when they were abusing your cunt.

choso’s gaze shifted from the guitar to your eyes, a momentary pause before returning to his instrument. "so, wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice smooth and low like velvet.

with a smirk, you teased, "oh, the emo asshole wants to go out with the slut." despite your words, you couldn't resist the glint of mischievousness in his eyes. "well," you shrugged nonchalantly, “fine, i guess i’ll go with you."

choso let out a low chuckle, standing up. he was tall, almost 6 feet, and even in his slouching position he looked like a model. "of course you will. i wouldn't let a girl with a body like yours go just like that." he smirked as he put his guitar in its casing and pulled it over his shoulder before holding out a hand for you to take.

"you wanna hold my hand and you don't even know my name," you remarked, grabbing his hand. as you held onto his significantly larger hand, she felt how calloused and veiny they were. you could only imagine how he looked without his clothes.

"i do know your name, but not caring about it is the fun part." choso said, looking down at your interlocked hands once you took his. you were quite small compared to him. just imagining the two of you together looked absurd, it made him smile a bit.

"what's your dorm room number?" he queried, finally moving his gaze away from your hand and back to your eyes. you hummed, wondering if you should lie or lead the guy off somewhere other than your dorm room but you eventually gave in anyway.

"777," you answered briefly.

"your lucky number," choso replied. he turned, letting go of your hand and gesturing for you to follow. he led you down a path that maneuvered you through a section of trees that connected to the dorms of the main campus.

as you approached your dorm room, choso could already feel the heat radiating from your body. your presence ignited a fire within him, stirring desires he hadn't planned on acting upon. the air seemed to pulse with electricity as he walked beside you, his eyes drawn to your every move.

he couldn't deny the attraction he felt toward you, a magnetic pull that seemed to intensify with each step. choso couldn't resist the urge to take things a bit farther than he had originally intended.

"you got a roommate?" choso asked, watching as you grabbed the keycard from your skirt pocket and unlocked the door. your room was big enough for another person to move in, but you requested to be in a single room before the school year began. though, it was damn near impossible to get approved, you sure did...with your looks.

"nope," you finally say, slipping your shoes off. choso's boots made a loud clacking sound as he followed behind you, pushing the door closed and then removing his boots, just as you did.

"of course you don't," he scoffed jokingly, a smirk evident on his face. the male glanced around the room, taking in his new surroundings, excited for what was about to come next. "you probably scare every girl who tries to room with you off, huh?"

"its not my fault the girls here aren't scary and sexy like i am," you shrug nonchalantly. "they're usually either or...or they're sweeter than this stupid sucker in my mouth," you added, furrowing your eyebrows with disdain for your female schoolmates.

choso couldn't help but chuckle at the sour expression on your face before turning his head to the side for barely a moment. his eyes wandered over your body before they finally returned to your eyes. they were so bright, and so sharp that it was almost intimidating.

"you're just a narcissistic slut, huh?" he teased. your eyelids lowered, narrowing your eyes at the male as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

you flipped him off as you sat yourself down on your bed. "you're getting laid by this slut so i suggest you shut up." you snapped at him.

"and i'm gonna enjoy every second of it," he growled under his breath, a lustful smile spreading across his face. "you better not be lying about having any roommates because i'm gonna make you scream until you can't anymore."

"yeah? i'll make sure you get some sleep tonight." you sucked on your bottom lip. there was a silence between the two of you, each daring the other to do something first. choso slowly bent down to get eye level with you, his hands going to your waist as he ran the back of his fingers along your sides.

“yeah, right.” his voice was a low, husky whisper in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. the heat of his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your ear as he spoke. "i bet you're so tight," he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. the intensity in his words made your cheeks flush and your heart race.

“wanna see?” you whispered back, a smirk playing on your lips once again, challenging choso to do something more.

choso smirked and wrapped one arm completely around her waist, pulling her up against his body. his other hand trailed up your thigh. with one swift motion, he lifted you up and pushed her down onto the bed. his fingers traced a line slowly across your thighs as his breath hitched.

“i can feel how wet you are,” his voice, rich and low. it was rough and thick, like velvet against your skin. you couldn't help but suck in your breath as he spoke. the air was thick with anticipation and desire, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs at his words.

every nerve in your body seemed to hum with need as you waited for him to make his move. his presence felt magnetic, drawing you closer until there was barely any space between you. your heart pounded in your chest as his heated gaze locked onto yours. an that moment, there was no denying the primal attraction between you two.

“i’m always wet. it’s just your first time seeing,” you replied sharply.

a smirk spread across choso’s face. the way you spoke about yourself was very cocky but he liked it. he liked it when you challenged him.

he slowly moved towards your skirt, grabbing the hem and pulling it up just enough to peek underneath, his fingers grazing the edge of your panties before they reached their way up your thigh again.

as he leaned forward, his breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. time seemed to stand still as choso's lips finally made contact with your thigh, his kisses and sucks slow and deliberate. you couldn't help but smile as you ran your hands through his hair, pulling the ponytail out and placing it in your own hair.

a soft moan escaped from choso's lips as he pressed into your thigh, barely audible but the way his head shook told the story of his pleasure. without hesitation, he climbed on top of you, his hips pressing firmly against yours as his hands explored every inch of your body.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you relished in the feeling of it between her fingers. it reminded choso of something from his past, a memory that both pained and comforted him.

his breath hitched once again when you touched his hair, a gesture that brought back memories of his mother and his broken family. but in that moment with you, he felt whole again, grateful for the pleasure you gave him and longing for more.

choso bit his lip as he closed his eyes, his hands moving frantically across your body. he was so lost in the moment that he forgot about the time, where he was, and what he was supposed to be doing. he was focused on you, only you.

"come on, stop playing around," you interrupted with a playful grin, egging him on. "i wanna see that monster in your pants." your mischievous tone was accompanied by a wink, hinting at your true intentions as you pushed him closer.

“oh, you’ll get to see it, just not right now…”

choso's lips curved into a smirk as he finally pulled away from your thigh. his breath was heavy and quick, evidence of the excitement that coursed through both of your bodies. his strong hands stayed on your hips; their grip was gentle yet possessive as they moved lower toward your skirt.

with careful precision, his fingers slipped into the waistband of your skirt and began to slowly pull it down. as the fabric fell away, his breath hitched once again at the sight of what you were hiding underneath.

a soft moan escaped his lips as his hands remained in place, admiring every inch of your exposed skin. he bit his top lip as his fingers trailed along the edge of your thong. in that moment, he couldn't help but think that you looked just as amazing as your fiery personality.

choso’s hands slipped underneath your thong as he held the edge of them, and after a few moments, they came off of you. he smirked again and then pulled his hands away, allowing himself to see you fully and take her in. his smirk grew wider at the sight.

“yeah, you definitely know what you’re doing.” his hands were shaking a bit. you were almost completely naked in front of him. his fingers traced patterns over you once again, feeling how smooth you felt.

“i bet you look so good on your knees,” he mumbled under his breath. his voice was raspier now and he had to control his breathing when he finally looked into your eyes again.

“hm…maybe. we’ll have to see about that another time,” you smiled, still running your fingers through his hair. “now hurry up before i go dry.”

choso scoffed, feeling your fingers in his hair made it impossible for him to resist you. “i’m just gonna do one thing first,” he whispered as he looked at you, his eyes still full of lust. his hands left his sides again and went to the top of your thighs, his hands resting right underneath where he knew you were sensitive.

he smirked at you as his fingers began to trace small circles around your needy core, feeling your heat as his hands lightly squeezed your thighs with his free hand.

you gasped, your breaths already growing pretty fast, which eventually turned into audible moans as your hips started to buck against choso’s fingers.

choso smirked and squeezed you just a bit firmer, not wanting to push you too far too fast. when you moaned for him, he decided to keep pushing a bit further, finally taking his fingers away, only to use his mouth to do the work.

you spread your legs a bit wider for him and put your hand down on his head again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging on his dark locks a bit harder while you tilted your head back against the pillow as more moans fell from your lips.

the male was more than happy with your actions, suddenly grabbing your wrist and moving your hand from his head. his other hand remained firmly on your thigh as he began to slowly move his head between your thighs, taking his time as he slowly made you want more and more.

he paused for a moment and then slowly let his tongue dart out of his mouth once just to give it a taste. choso groaned softly as he looked up at you, his tongue darting back to his mouth.

your cheeks were completely flushed as his tongue moved against her. “you’re not just some emo loser, you know exactly what you’re doing,” you managed to get out before another moan interrupted your sentence and your hand latching back onto his hair.

choso moved his tongue slowly around your core while his other hand remained firmly on your thigh, occasionally squeezing a bit tighter before releasing.

the feeling of you gripping his hair made him moan and move his tongue with more fervor. he bit his lip gently and sucked on you a bit before letting go and making his hands tighten up on her thighs.

“put that tongue piercing to use,” you commanded followed by a light chuckle, the sensation obviously feeling a bit ticklish to you but the best feeling you’ve ever had.

choso smirked as you mentioned his piercing. he moved his hand from your thigh to your hip and then lowered himself down to her level, so his hands were at the edge of the bed.

he took his time to line his tongue up correctly before he pressed up against her. the sensation made his eyes close slightly before they opened again, this time looking up at you and meeting your eyes.

you bit your lip at the sensation, your moans encouraging him to continue on. he smirked as he heard your noises. he moved his tongue around slowly again, using the silver ball on his tongue to his advantage before sucking on you a bit harder than he had before.

you couldn’t help but moan choso’s name as you pressed his head against your leaky core, your slick wetting his face as your hips moved faster against his lips.

“that feel good?” he whispered, his tongue going back at it again. he looked up at her and saw the way her hair was gripping his, the way your hand rested on his head, how your teeth were biting your lower lip.

you nodded your head vigorously, being unable to speak as you struggled to breathe. a smile spread across choso’s face. your whimpers and moans only reassured him that he was doing something right.

he continued to work his magic on you and kept going until you were finally panting like you were about to faint, your heart racing.

soon enough, you finished all over his face, your mess also spraying onto your thighs. you sat up a little and giggled a little, looking at your mess dripping from choso’s face and on his lips.

a smile stretched across his face, and he finally opened his eyes and looked at you. the sight of you sitting up and giggling at him made his heart flutter, his body feeling fuzzy but satisfied. his eyes went down to his lips, and he smirked as he noticed a trail of your juices dripping from them. he looked back up at her.

“you’re very messy,” he said, his voice full of amusement before he took a swipe of his tongue across his lips, not missing a single drop trying to lick your fluids from his mouth. choso looked at you for a second longer before licking his lips one last time.

"you caused it," you retorted, your voice slightly breathless as your head lolled back against the soft pillow. a content sigh escaped your lips as you gazed up at him. choso's smirk only grew wider as he studied you, taking in every inch of your form.

in his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the world, and he loved that you knew exactly what you wanted. he was drawn to your confidence and independence, and it only added to your allure.

slowly, choso went up to you, his face getting as close to you as he could without you pushing him away before placing a kiss on your cheek. his breath was still a bit heavy, a blush painted across his face.

“mm…you made me tired,” he groaned as he finally laid down on the bed next to you. choso crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at you, the exhaustion written all over him.

with a playful giggle, you looked over at the boy next to you and teasingly said, "told you i'd put you to sleep, emo boy." despite his initial skepticism, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. choso couldn't help but be amused by your confidence.

you playfully nudged him, knowing that he secretly enjoyed being teased. "that's exactly what you get," you added with a mischievous grin.

choso's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and he shifted his gaze away from you, his eyes now fixed on a random spot on the wall in your room. his voice was still calm but tinged with drowsiness as he finally spoke up. "shut up…" he muttered, his irritation evident. "i can't stand you." Choso's words were laced with feigned frustration and resentment towards you.

having a sly grin on your face, you rolled over to face him and rested your head on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "hate me all you want but that doesn't mean you don't like what's between my legs," you retorted with a playful wink.

choso's face turned even redder as he tried to come up with a response, but you could tell he was struggling to keep a straight face. "but that doesn't mean i like you. you're still a pain in the ass."

"whatever," you teased, grinning cheekily. "you'll be back for more."

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[xxbimbobunnyxx]

pleaseeee write some more rafe x weird!reader 🙏🏻🫶🏻

How about some Weird!girl headcanons?🤭🪞🥀

Weird!girl and Rafe met at the cemetery about a year after Ward died. Rafe was there visiting his grave, boasting to his deceased father about his success when he heard the prettiest little voice. He never expected to find the most beautiful, yet most strange girl he’s ever met sitting by her mother’s grave with a little orange cat.

Weird!girl absolutely adores animals of all kinds. Her family owns one of the most successful dairy companies in the country so she’s spent a lot of time around farm animals. She absolutely adores baby goats and bunnies the most though.

Weird!Girl’s mom died when she was young and her dad was never around so she was raised by her eccentric kook grandma. Everyone in the OBX always thought there was just something a little odd about her entire family.

Weird!Girl is a passenger princess through and through, she tried to get her permit when she was 15 but failed the test twice and honestly just gave up after that. Her grandma always had a driver for her growing up and once she gets with Rafe he happily takes on that position.

Weird!girl loves pretty things, but not in a classic diamond way. She loves random opal rings and pretty lace dresses found at vintage shops. And chunky chokers from flea markets. Rafe can’t stand this. He finds loopholes by buying her custom bat shaped jewelry and expensive platform shoes from her favorite brands.

Weird!girl has never really had a lot of friends. All the other kooks either looked down their noses at her or straight up belittled her. She was written off by Pogues just for being a kook, even if she didn’t feel like one. Rafe is her first real relationship, friendship or otherwise.

Weird!girl has a little white bunny named Lydia who she treats like her actual child.

Weird!girl wasn’t a virgin when she and Rafe met, she lost it to a band geek in high school and has had a few random hook ups as an adult. Rafe likes to pretend those didn’t happen.

Weird!girl smokes cigarettes and weed but she’s really girlie pop about it with her little vintage ashtrays and cute little custom bongs off Etsy. She also loves to hit the pen.

Weird!girl has tons of cute little tattoos. Baby deer, lambs, teddy bears with too many eyes and their stuffing coming out.

Weird!girl collects dolls, some porcelain but mostly Monster High and Bratz dolls. Rafe teases her about this at first but when she gets genuinely upset he realizes how much it means to her and now he’s buying her every single doll she’s ever wanted no matter the price.

Weird!girl absolutely loves horror. Rafe isn’t the biggest fan at first but once he sees how much she loves it and how happy rambling on about it makes her it makes him learn to appreciate it more.

Weird!girl is constantly making Rafe take pictures of her. She will dress up in little costumes or outfits and drag him out to the middle of the woods for an impromptu photoshoot. He’s a well trained Instagram boyfriend at this point.

Weird!girl has Rafe wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even really realize to what extent. She says jump and he says how high. He’s very in tune with her needs, before she can even ask him for something he’s already doing it.

Weird!girl is an absolute freak in bed. She’s submissive for the most part but sometimes she straddles Rafe and rides him so hard all he can do is hold onto her hips for dear life and take it. She loves marking him up. Scratches, bite marks, bruises she sucked into his skin. But she wants the same from him, she has a huge ownership kink.

All things Rafe & His weird!girl here

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Chp.2

[TwstxObeyme!AFAB!reader]

Whoa.. 😳

Thanks for the feedback, likes and reblogs guys~ It really makes me happy that my hard work is appreciated😊

Guys, what gender should my story's Yuu be in? It's quite hard to refer to two different characters with both gender neutral pronouns 😅

READ FIRST; PROLOGUE:1

• • • •

Again; Pronouns used to refer to MC are blue, because MC will be mistaken for a guy a lot.

SYNOPSIS:

With the Opening Ceremony going off the rails for a second time, MC is more than eager to get back home and probably binge-watch their stress away with their emotionally-repressed boys.

Though with the current situation right now, they don't think that will be happening soon.. Oh well, at least they're not the only otherworldly outlier here... *Nightbringer flashbacks intensifies*

$o|0m°N?

On the other hand, Yuu makes a new friend.

Yuu doesn't know if this makes them a problematic person or not, but Yuu is happy that there's someone else in a similar predicament as them in this strange world, even if it meant that their new companion also had to be kidnapped by a problematic school/lowkey-highkey a cult to be here as well.

But of course, there's trouble in the horizon as the whole fiasco in the mirror ceremony caused the students of NRC to keep a close and careful gaze onto the MC. I'm talkin' from but not limited to; The Fish Mafia, Queen of hearts and Evil queen Incarnates, even down to your perfectly normal 500+ year old war-veteran that looks like a child.

Meanwhile, The Devildom, Human world, and The Celestial realm are feeling a sense of something foreboding in the air... It's probably nothing though.. right?......right?? The calm before the storm. Or the calm before anyone barges into MC's room.

Prologue: 2 Electric-boogaloo

Watching the mysterious and somewhat confused-looking student continuously dodge Riddle and Azul's spells with a calm expression, sharp gaze and a frightening precision, Lilia is waiting for the perfect time to jump in.

Preferably when the student ran in front of him so that he could tackle him to the ground.

Crowley isn't doing anything but screech. Again.

Haah....

• • • •

Azul's smile widens when this ever mysterious new student blocks Riddles' Signature spell by quickly spinning his fancy staff into a make-shift shield once again. what an interesting staff, transforming from a necklace into a cane that can be used for offense and defense..

Azul straight up grins he can see Schoenheit's smile and Kingscholar's shit-eating smirk from here, as well as hear Shroud's maniacal giggles when Riddle screeches at the student to just cooperate and that "NO WE ARE NOT A CULT!!!!" "That's what cults always say!"

Prompting a round of laughter from the useles– *ehem* new students in the hall. How annoying..

What an amusing lad.. Though, Azul wonders.. can all his other jewelry transform as well? Besides the earrings, choker, necklace and forehead ornament that he's wearing, the student also has a ring in his middle finger and in both of his ring fingers, a wide bracelet, and even some bangles in his ankles.

And if all of those jewels can transform into something?....Ohhh, then he really needs to get his hands on them asap.

Seeing Lilia gearing up to jump the student, Azul shifted a bit and tried to lead the student closer to Lilia.

Help idk how to describe shit💀

You click your tongue as you got surrounded by Mr. bird-bitch, that red-mf, Solomon-but-from-wish, Columbina's cousin, lion-dude, "I'm a bad-bitch with a sad past" guy, and a floating tablet.

You ended up getting bound by the bird-bitch's whip the moment you tried to leap off a window in your belphie-escaping-his-responsibilities style. Your pact mark of pride flickered, and Lucifer wonders what MC could be dreaming about for their pride to have taken a hit at this time of the night.

You turned your staff back into a necklace by then, so you couldn't really block the whip and that redhead's spell from hitting you.

You had socked Walmart-Solomon in the face though when he sneakily tried to take one of your bangles while you were being yanked back from the window. Satan stirred in his sleep, feeling but not registering the creeping irritation under your skin.

So now you're here, with a collar for your troubles and a whip locking your arms to your body.

You're just about to resentfully summon Lucifer or something when the redhead who collared you with this uncomfortable fugly-ass neckwear started lecturing you and shit about etiquette and how disrespectful you are for trying to leap out the window and how you should be honored to be there blahblahblah—

Hell no. You ain't letting this short-pimp talk to you like this. (You should really stop hanging around too much with Asmo. Or Levi when he's being a hater on the internet.)

Satan stirred once again, starting to rouse from his slumber as he felt your irritation start to turn into embers of anger.

Lucifer furrows his brows, feeling a rush of indignity that can only have come from you. But why? Weren't you in bed? He hasn't felt you leave through any of the detection barriers he'd set up around your room so you should still be inside, right?

"I think it's much more disrespectful to have your fuckin horses kidnap someone straight from their goddamn bed just to attend a little ceremony they've never even heard of."

You narrow your eyes as you see the bird-man and goons look taken aback in varying degrees of obviousness. (A figure near the mirror perked-up; 'Maybe this person is in a similar situation as them!')

Bruh, what the fuck did they expect??

• • • • •

The Vice-prefects of all seven dorms have led the new students out of the Ceremony hall, leaving behind the five (sorry Mal. Also, Jamil's ass definitely dragged Kalim out with him.) dorm leaders with the headmaster to solve the issues of the sTiLl-uNdEr-tHe-efFecTs-oF-tHe-teLepoRtaTioN-sPelL new student who utterly refuses to cooperate with them.

Riddle is about to combust, Leona wants to go back to bed only to be dragged back by the headmaster—, Vil wants his beauty sleep but was dragged back by that petty bitch, Leona—, While Idia and Azul decided to stick around for their own personal reasons. ("He looks like an anime character—" "Brother, I don't think it's good to be taking pictures of someone without permission—" "AHH–! O-ORTHO?!")

While Yuu is.. hiding behind the mirror.

(The kinda-silver haired guy seems to be in his seventh ritual of making sure his face didn't get bruised from the solid right hook to the face he got.)

(Yuu would've felt bad for him if the guy didn't have such a shady smile on his face while he was massaging his punched jaw.)

Meanwhile...

"Oy human, it's me!"

Mammon knocked on MC's door, fully intent on bothering their sleep and cozying up on their bed again.

He waited for a few seconds, no answer.

He knocked again.

No answer.

... Look, it's not like The Great Mammon is worried or anything but this is strange..

The human always answers their door after a knock or two even if it's the middle of the night.

... Dammit.

Mammon is full of grumbles as he consciously sharpens his senses, tryna sense his the human.

They better not be ignoring him or he'll–

Wait.

What? W- wait a second..

• • • •

The quietness of the night in the House of Lamentation vanished as the sound of a door being busted down rang out.

It's other residents could barely even register the sound before a shout rang out. A shout that sent dread right into their cores.

"MC?!"

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'What the?! Why can't I summon them??'

Elae: Hehe~ I'm back with some food~

Thanks for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed this chapter😊

Btw, do y'all want Yuu to be a love interest?

How do I tag ppl??

[toki-hotel]

2008 Bill Kaulitz Relationship Headcannons

AN: I’m a new writer but requests and feedback is definitely welcome :)

Warnings: smut 18+, mentions of reader wearing makeup

SFW

He is actually very shy. It will take him a while to come out of his shell. This can be seen when he starts to tease you directly, making jokes that are personal to you,  like he does with his band mates and brother. Will call you out on your bad habits or embarrassing moments. But he laughs with you not at you...for the most part.

Bill loves junk food. He will whine about how he’s hungry and craves something. Won’t stop pouting until he gets it. This means random trips to the nearest gas station or grocery store. Will beg the tour managers to make a pit stop at fast food places on the way to the next venue or interview.

His feelings for you develop gradually, he needs to form a connection with someone before considering the relationship. In his friendship with you, these small feelings made him anxious because he doesn’t know how to deal with them. Over time they grow stronger and he can’t hide it anymore. He has serious heart eyes for you, and its obvious to everybody.

If you’re a playful person than you guys will get into so much trouble. Playing pranks on other band members. You’re always trying to scare George but it’s IMPOSSIBLE. Bill comes up with plans where one of you guys hides and the other tries to distract him, you’ll jump out and scream but George is just like...what are you doing? He will roll is eyes at you and leave the room.

If you’re more chill then this man decides YOU are his target. He will tease you with Gustav at his side the entire time. Throws wads of paper at you until you snap. Will try to sit on your lap whenever you’re not paying attention to him. He loves to get reactions out of you. His favourite is when you give in and pretend to be mad at him. chase him around and pretend to hit him or tickle him. Bill will literally giggle like a child and have the biggest grin on his face.

He likes to be tall. If you’re short then he will definitely mock you. Holds stuff above your head and laughs while you jump. Bill is 6′4 so idk if any of the readers would be that height, but if you are as tall or are wearing heels he is not happy about it lol. He will literally go and change his shoes so that he can be taller.

NSFW

Now because he has to form a connection to someone before progressing into a relationship, he isn’t the most experienced. Bill is a little bit shy about it and will cover it up with dirty jokes. He’s definitely made out with others though, lets not forget how many fans he has, so he is a great kisser.

He loves kissing! Making out with you is his favourite thing ever and the messier the better. His tongue piercing is so fun to him, he loves to tease you with it by running it up your neck. 

He loves it when your lipstick smears all over him. Bill wants you guys to look like a mess by the end of it. This means messy hair and makeup smeared everywhere, mascara running down your guys’ faces.

He’s sub leaning. THERE I SAID IT. Have you guys seen the chokers he wears? Going back to the teasing you part, he also loves to do it in bed. Will give you little touches here and there, or give you the look. You can recognize it from a mile away. Plays with his tongue ring, or sticks his tongue out at you. He will push you until he gets a reaction, again it’s his favourite.

Once you’re alone and call him out on it, he pulls the innocent act. Tell him the punishment you plan for him and he switches up so quick. Bill’s cat eyes shift to puppy dog ones. Sounds so sweet when he says ‘please’. Will get on his knees and cling to your waist. He just wanted you so bad he ‘couldn’t help himself’.

Edging him is the best and worst punishment for him. He’s happy to have your attention, but he can also be very greedy, he just wants to have you so bad. He will bring himself to tears so quickly, but its okay because he’s pretty when he cries and he loves how he feels after. Its cathartic. The release of pent up energy makes him feel so much better.

AN: Plz request stuff! I’ll write for other band members and modern versions too.

[persephonewritessometimes]

neon lights // hotch x reader

Summary: You can't control yourself and beg for Hotch to take you home.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names

Key: y/n = your name

AN: HELLO I'M ALIVE! Grad school has been kicking my ass, but I'm still trying to write as an escape. Currently working on the next chapter of MATD!

  It’s not my fault. Really, it’s not my fault at all. It’s all Aaron’s fault for wearing dark jeans with a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to show off his slutty forearms, the veins tracing his skin looking downright sinful in the low light of the bar. I haven’t even had one drink and I’m already ready to drag him out the back door to the left and have him fuck me up against the alley wall, but we’re with friends and I need to behave.

         It’s like he has a sixth sense to know when I’m having pornographic thoughts. I was in the middle of imagining him face fucking me in the alley when I feel a finger under my chin pulling my face up to look at him. I look at him through my lashes and he chuckles, Rossi rolling his eyes at the interaction and jumping into Reid and Emily’s conversation.

         “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” He murmurs, searching my eyes.

         “Nothing, sir,” I say, the honorific slipping too easily off my tongue, and I know I’m caught.

         “Nothing? I don’t believe that. Your pupils are huge, your breathing has started to pick up, and you keep picking at your cuticles as a distraction technique. If my assumption is correct, you’re turned on right now. Are you turned on?” He asks, looking down at me, finger coming down to hook around the heart ring in my choker. I suck in a breath, and he pulls me closer with the finger in my choker. “Answer me, princess.”

         “Yes, yes, I’m turned on. Can we go home and fuck please?” I ask and give him my best puppy dog eyes and he laughs.

         “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl, yes, we can go home and fuck.” We bid the team goodnight and walk out to his car. He opens the door for me and helps me inside, a swift kiss pressed to my cheek before he shuts the door and walks to the driver's side. He backs out swiftly, one hand coming to rest on my thigh. “I think that was a new record – you didn’t even make it an hour.” He says, thumb rubbing mindless circles into my thigh. I sigh, embarrassed, and he just shoots me a shit-eating grin. “I’m not complaining, princess, just making a joke.” He speeds the whole way home and I’m thankful that Jess is watching Jack this weekend. I wait patiently as Aaron parks the car, gets out, and comes and helps me out. As I walk inside the house, he gropes my ass and I giggle. I barely make it inside the house before he’s on me.

         His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath and giving me life in the same second. He’s relentless, demanding control, and I yield to him. His hands come up to push my little tank top down my arms and torso, freeing my breasts. His hands cup them, squeezing just enough to border the line of pain and pleasure. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel him smile against my lips.

         “Bedroom. Now.” He says in that low voice that makes my panties dampen and throw common sense out the window. I slip out of my shoes as I make my way back to the bedroom and start to shed what little clothing I have left. I can hear him doing the same behind me. I jump onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows to admire his naked form as he stalks towards me. I have no time to react as he grabs my ankles and yanks me further down the bed, so my ass is almost hanging off the edge. “Now, are you going to let me enjoy my dinner?” He asks, and I nod even before the last couple of words are out of his mouth. “Good girl.”

         He runs his fingers up my slit, collecting my arousal before rubbing tight circles on my clit, my hips jump up, and he slides his other arm over them, holding me down as he plays with me. He’s lazily using his fingers, waiting for me to beg him to use his mouth. I last for a minute.

         “Please, fuck, god, can you eat me out? Please?” He grins, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. I arch my back, hands immediately coming down to grip his dark hair. He alternates between circles around my clit and shallowly thrusting into my entrance. I let him go at his pace for a few minutes before I gasp out, “More, please. Please use your fingers.” He immediately obliges, sliding two fingers in and curling them to hit my g-spot, he puts pressure on it for a little bit, just thrusting his fingers inside of me at the right pace and my orgasm takes me by surprise, thighs clenching around his face. He sucks hard on my clit and helps me ride it out. I push him away, panting, and the sight of my arousal on his face has me clenching around nothing. “Get up here, please, fuck me, hard,” I say, grabbing his face as he pushes me up the bed and climbs in over me, resting on one of his elbows.

         He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before sliding it through my arousal, he rests the tip at my entrance and with his free hand, threads a finger through my choker, pulling lightly until my back is arched. He kisses my lips softly and starts to push inside, both of us breaking apart to watch him enter me. I let out a soft whimper, as I watch each inch of him slip inside of me. I’m always surprised that he can fit.

         “Your pussy’s so wet for me.” He groans into my ear, and my pussy clenches in response. My body finally lets the rest of his length in with a wet squelch. “You hear that, pretty girl? Hear how wet your tight pussy gets for me? I’ve barely down anything to you and you're dripping down my cock.” My hands scrabble for purchase on his back as I process his dirty words. He’s not even moving, just still inside of me, eyes watching me carefully. I grow desperate for friction and hike my hips upward, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He chuckles, a low, dark sound. “Look at you. You’re pathetic. Can’t even wait a few seconds. Are you trying to get yourself off on my cock?” I nod. “Pitiful.”

         His hand wraps around my throat as he shallowly thrusts. I feel my eyes start to close and he squeezes tighter.

         “No, princess, keep those pretty eyes on me.” It takes all my effort to open my eyes and look at him. “That’s it, good girl. You’re my good girl.” My pussy clenches in response to his words. “Do you like being my good girl?”

         “Yes, sir, please, sir, anything for you. I’ll always be your good girl.” He gives me a soft kiss, so at odds with the harsh way his hips have started to pick up, starting to properly fuck me into the mattress.

         “You look so pretty like this. You look so pretty taking my cock.” His pace is punishing now, and I’m only getting wetter in response, leaking onto the bed as his cock pounds into me.

         He hikes my legs up on his shoulders, my thighs pressing into his chest, and the new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me every time.

         “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love being inside of you.”

         I’m overwhelmed, senses heightened, and narrowed down to the feeling of him pumping in and out of me. He picks up the pace again, and I scream, the pressure building to an inescapable height.

         “You can take it, baby.” And that’s all it takes his voice, and I’m hurtling over the edge, panting like a bitch in heat in between my moans. “There you go.” He follows soon after and I can feel him paint my walls. He helps me get my legs off his shoulders, slipping out of me and crawling into bed beside me. He kisses my temple as I come down from my high.

[murphyoclock]

The New Year's Party

hey god, it’s me again 🧎‍♀️

Summary: The Peaky Blinders cast celebrates New Year's Eve together. Cillian can‘t hide his desire for (Y/N) anymore…

Warnings: smut, drinking, smoking

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

A/N: Some steamy smut for y'all! Please comment, reblog and engage! I’d love to hear your feedback 💕

"Thank you, please keep the change ... And a happy new year!" you smile politely as the cab stops at Paul Anderson's townhouse in London's South Kensington. You jump out of the car and a fresh breeze hits your bare legs, making you wish you had put on some tights. You're wearing a short, shimmering black dress with long, sheer sleeves paired with a silver choker and some simple black heels.

Heading towards the door, your gaze wanders around the bold neighborhood and its beautiful Victorian architecture. It's definitely a posher part of town, but not too posh to feel unwelcome. You ring the doorbell and your introverted self prays someone you know will answer. "Oh damn, look who it is!" Paul chants, embracing you in a tight, long-overdue hug. There's music and laughter pouring out of the house. "You're breaking my ribcage," you gasp dramatically and he immediately lets go.

"Sorry," he laughs, "you know how excited I get to see my favorite people again. Let me take your coat."

Paul puts away your coat and then you follow him into his large, open kitchen where many familiar faces are awaiting you.

"(Y/N), you look stunning!" Sophie exclaims, handing you a glass of bubbling champagne. Her warm voice makes you smile with joy. "Thank you, love. You look beautiful yourself." You exchange a few words with the other members of the Peaky Blinders cast, but your real focus is on something else. Your eyes wander around the open kitchen and living room, scanning the place for one person in particular. But to your disappointment, the person you've been most excited about is nowhere in sight.

What feels like hours of chatting about life, the last season, and resolutions for the next year pass before you can't control your nosiness anymore. "Where's Cillian?" you ask, taking a casual sip from your second glass of champagne. Tom shrugs his shoulders, "I couldn't reach him ... as usual. Guess he's celebrating with the family."

"Oh okay," is the only answer you manage to give. You take another sip of your drink, trying not to come off too saddened by Tom's suggestion.

Just as you plan to get another drink, a large hand is placed on your shoulder. "I guess someone's looking for me, eh?" a deep, well-known voice interrupts your little conversation. You smile nervously, trying to hide your embarrassment about the fact that you were asking for him. "Hey, Cillian. We were just talking about you," you stutter. He pulls you in for a warm hug, letting you inhale his calming scent you love so much.

Cillian is the most irritating man you've ever laid your eyes on. Ever since the incident at Helen's birthday party six months ago, his behavior's been confusing the hell out of you…

....

The house is even more crowded now. To your surprise, there must be around 80 people here. The loud music and alcohol are slowly getting to you, causing you to feel tired and slightly dizzy. You do enjoy a good party, but your social battery tends to die quickly if there’s too much going on. At around 11 pm, you decide you need some fresh air. Squeezing through the dancing crowd, you make your way upstairs to the third floor. Paul has a little reading room with a balcony you know about. Thankfully, there’s not much going on up there. But as soon as you open the door to the room, you notice a male figure sitting in the corner’s reading chair. 

“Thank god, it’s only you,” Cillian notes in relief. 

“Can I come in?” you ask, hoping the answer will be yes. “I just wanted to smoke a cigarette on the balcony.”

“Sure,” he answers with a smile on his beautiful face.

You walk past Cillian, avoiding eye contact, and lighten a cigarette on the balcony. You take a deep drag, the smoke immediately calming your nerves.

Footsteps are approaching you. "Are you hiding or why aren't you smoking on the patio with the others?"

"I think my social battery is dead. And it's not even midnight," you laugh at yourself, offering him a cigarette. "What about you? Didn't you arrive like half an hour ago?"

He grabs a cigarette and furrows his brows. "My social battery is basically nonexistent today. Also, I'm too invested in this poetry collection," he notes, holding up the little book he's been carrying around.

"A poetry collection?" you ask, a big smile on your face. "I didn't know you were into that."

"Why? You think it's lame?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"No, I read them myself."

He laughs, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Really?", he questions, now staring right into your eyes. "I thought you were more into other literature."

"Like what?" you ask, almost coming off as annoyed. You hate it when people underestimate you.

"Like 50 Shades of Grey or so."

You scoff, now visibly offended by his answer. The cold outside becomes unbearable, and you step inside, Cillian following you. He sits back in the reading chair, but you just stand there, giving him a death stare. He notices your facial expression and giggles in amusement. "I was joking. Don't you remember you're the one who got me into poetry?" he asks, crossing his legs. "At Helen's birthday party, when we got so drunk and almost ended up fucking on her bed?"

You immediately stiffen at his rhetorical question, not daring to look at him. Didn't you agree to never mention that incident again? After all, it was a huge mistake. You didn't have sex, but you still made out with a married, much older man.

"How are the kids and wife doing?" you snap provocatively. A feeling of anger overcomes you. For the past months, Cillian's been acting hot and cold. He'd cut you off whenever you tried to talk about what had happened at Helen's, warning you about the possible consequences. And now he's just casually mentioning it? But you aren't allowed to talk about it?

He finishes his drink and rubs his chin in distress.

"Well ... Promise me you won't tell anyone, (Y/N)," he insists, his cold blue eyes meeting yours.

Oh, you think to yourself. You weren't expecting a severe possible answer. "I promise."

"We're currently separated and I think I want to go on with a divorce."

You title your head and give him a look of sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Cillian. How are you holding up?"

“I know it sounds harsh, but I feel fucking relieved, (Y/N). The divorce is way overdue. I mean, the last time we had a real date and sex was like a year ago.”

His blunt answer takes you by surprise. You feel flattered and excited that he would tell you something so personal but at the same time, you wonder why he'd confess it to you.

He notices the confusion on your face. "Don't get me wrong, (Y/N)," he shifts in his chair, "sex isn't everything in a marriage. I just wanted to give you an idea of our current emotional and intimate state," he chuckles, and you smile awkwardly.

"Guess I've gotten closer to having sex with you than your wife then," you mumble, referring to the incident and all the sex scenes you filmed together. What the hell did I just say? Regret and embarrassment wash over you.

"Sorry, I think I'm going back downstairs."

You turn around on your heels and head towards the door, but the second you do, Cillian grabs you by the wrist, spinning you around to face him. "I know you think about me at night," he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and you notice your breathing intensifying. "You get nervous around me. It's kinda cute."

The way he uses his words and voice makes your blood freeze immediately. It's not like you're inexperienced, but the situation feels so surreal, you can't differentiate between disbelief and excitement. Cillian leads you back to the armchair he'd been sitting on before. He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. At this point, your brain is complete mush, too perplexed to realize what's happening. What you do know is that all those little scenarios you make up before going to bed, seem to become true.

He puts his arm around your waist, allowing him to pull you closer to him. With his other hand, Cillian traces down your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps behind. A small moan escapes your lips and he's now cupping your cheek before finally smashing his lips onto yours, letting your body experience pure ecstasy. Naturally, you grind against his crotch, and his mouth travels to your neck, leaving warm but visible marks behind.

"Cillian," you softly say as reality hits you. "We can't do this, it's inappropriate and against our contract." He stops for a second and gives you a confused look. "It's unprofessional," you add. No matter how hard you try to compel yourself, your body decides to take over you. You giggle, feeling ridiculed by your own words.

"Well, I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional," Cillian smirks, grabbing your ass and pulling you in for another kiss.

Your thoughts and feelings are interrupted when you hear Paul's voice calling, "Everyone downstairs! The 10-minute countdown is on!"

You shriek and jump onto your feet. "We should go," you insist. "I don't wanna risk getting caught."

Cillian takes a deep breath, rubbing his chin in frustration. He gets up and towers over you. "Take off your panties," he demands, his voice sounding more dominant than before.

"Wh-at?" you stutter, furrowing your brows in confusion. "Cil, we really..."

"I'm not going to repeat myself," he cuts you off. "Take. them. off."

You look around the room, making sure the door's still locked. Facing Cillian again, you do as he's told you, and take off the black lace panties you're wearing under your dress. He gives you a satisfied smirk which makes you blush. Not in a million years would you've thought someone could hold that much power over you. You don't know what it is, but the way Cillian treats you makes you want to relinquish yourself to him completely.

You hand over the panties and watch as he puts them in his pockets. "I didn't expect you to be this wet for me," he chuckles, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His icy blue eyes are filled with lust as he finally whispers, "I'm going to ruin you tonight."

With that, Cillian leaves the room, not looking back at you once.

---

A few minutes pass, but you're still too stunned to comprehend the situation Cillian just put you in. Your breathing is still heavy and the heat between your legs doesn't seem to calm down either. The fact that you aren't wearing panties anymore, doesn't make the situation easier. What the hell was he doing?

Snapping back into reality, you rush back downstairs and join the rest of the party. You grab another glass of champagne and down it quickly, hoping it will clear your head.

"Wow, slow down, (Y/N)," Tom says, giving you a worried look. "Everything alright?"

"Uh yeah, I'm fine. It's just ... so warm in here, isn't it?" you explain, fanning yourself with your hands.

"Not really, but take this instead," he states, handing you his glass of water which you immediately drink. "Common, love, let's get this stupid countdown behind us."

Tom puts his hand on your lower back and leads you to where the rest of the PB cast is waiting for Paul's toast. You scan the room for Cillian but can't see him anywhere.

"Alright, party people!" Paul shouts, his drunken self stumbling to the living room's center. "It's time to get this new year started, eh?"

"Yeah, give us a Toast, Paul!" Sophie teases, the room bursting into laughter. Indeed, Paul goes on to give the best toast you've ever heard so far. When the clock finally strikes midnight, you fall into each other's arms, wishing everyone a happy new year. Then, your eyes catch Cillian's figure at the bottom of the stairs. The moment he realizes you're staring right back at him, he gives you a nod and disappears upstairs. Making sure no one is watching you, you sneak away from the celebrating crowd and follow him upstairs.

A few people are standing in the hallway on the second floor, chatting, laughing, and smoking. You walk past a few doors and suddenly, you're pulled into the bathroom. Cillian slams the door behind you, pushing you against it.

"Cill-," you try to protest, but he cuts you off, placing his index finger on your mouth.

"Shhhh," he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. "Better be quiet or they'll hear you."

His voice is low and deep, causing your heart to flutter down your chest and your brain to turn into complete mush again. Fuck, I'm pathetic; how does he do that?

Cillian grabs your chin softly, your lips now only a few inches away from each other. "I'm here to claim my new year's kiss," he smiles before crushing his lips onto yours passionately. Your whole body gives in, allowing his tongue entrance into your mouth. The kiss intensifies as he tries to pull you even closer and your hands get lost in his hair. No matter how close your bodies already are, it's not enough.

In one quick moment, he lifts your dress up and over your head, exposing your naked body to him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he moans, cupping your breasts and sucking on your hard nipples gently. His lust-driven blue eyes meet yours and he gives you a smirk. A sudden wave of shyness washes over you, turning your cheeks bright pink. Cillian chuckles, clearly enjoying your innocence.

"I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Get on your knees," he orders and without thinking about it twice, you do as you're told. He takes off his shirt while you unbutton his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down to expose his already hard cock. You gasp for a second before you take his length into your hand, slowly pumping up and down to prepare him for the warmth of your mouth. You place your lips on his tip and open your mouth, taking more and more of his length as you bop your head back and forth.

"That's good, baby," Cillian moans. "Keep doing that. Relax your throat." As you keep going, the wetness between your legs becomes almost unbearable from all the praise and reassurance he's giving you.

"Get up," he insists, pulling you to your feet. Your hand wanders to Cillian's neck, and your lips meet once again, making you wish you could do this forever.

"Cillian," you whine, your legs feeling weak.

"Yeah?" he smiles, and you know exactly what he's waiting for. He spins you around so that he's facing your back. He then pushes you against the sink before giving you a sharp slap on the ass. Pleasure takes over your body as you try to form a sentence to speak.

"What do you want, love?" he asks, pure amusement in his tone.

"Please fuck me!" you shriek as his palm meets your ass again. How does the pain feel good and terrible at the same time?

"Will you be a good girl for me then, eh?" he asks, his mouth on your ear.

At this point, you're a shaking mess. Never in your life have you experienced that amount of excitement and pleasure in your body. Cillian drives you crazy, and he knows it.

"I'll fucking ruin you as I promised," he whispers. He grabs both your ass cheeks and spreads them, exposing your swollen and wet cunt. You swear you start seeing stars as his warm tongue touches your wet folds and as he collects all the juices from you. Your hands hold on to the sink, helping you to not lose balance.

"Cillian, I'm gonna cum," a desperate cry escapes your lips.

"Not yet, baby," he answers, pulling away. "I want my cock inside you. You're so ready for me," Cillian moans, placing his tip at your entrance.

"I know you can take it, (Y/N)," he grunts as he slowly pushes himself inside you. You roll your eyes in pleasure as his cock stretches you out.

"Oh fuck," you moan. Much to your pleasurable discomfort, he doesn't allow you to adjust to his size; instead, he takes up the pace, ensuring you'll be sore in the morning.

"You're just as tight as I'd imagined,"

Cillian's hand wanders around your throat, softly squeezing it as he keeps thrusting into you.

"Please," you beg for him to make you cum.

The begging seems to excite him even more and he takes up speed, slowly sending you over the edge. "Cum for me, babe," he insists.

Both your moans synchronize as you're both about to reach your climax. Cillian grabs your ass even harder, now pushing his cock deeper into you than before.

"Fu-ck," you groan in unison as your climax washes over you. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably when Cillian pulls out, his cum leaking out of you. Exhausting breathing echoes through the room, and it takes you two a minute to collect yourself.

Cillian gives you a warm smile and grabs a towel to clean you up. Then, he places his forehead on yours again, not saying anything. A few seconds of heavy breathing pass before he takes your hand and places it on his chest.

"You drive me crazy, (Y/N). I don't want to spend another day without you by my side."

[valtsv]

hi I saw ur chain as funniest weapon post and I just wanted to let u kno that I (a goth) made a matching choker & longer necklace from iron jump rings (so a funky-shaped chain) and I swing around the big funky chain as a weapon when I walk around at night to protect myself from coyotes and potential harassers and I can confirm it's the funniest weapon ever have a good night

honestly i've felt so much safer walking around the city alone since i started dressing more goth. one evening i was walking back late from a friend's party and there was nobody around and i was jingling so much when i walked that i started to worry i might not hear if someone tried to sneak up on me or draw unwanted attention, when i thought to myself. hang on. i'm wearing enough chains to drag god out of the sky with. i'm not the one who needs to worry here.

[annestie]

Karma

Neteyam and Ao'nung are hanging out on the beach when their time together is interrupted

Neteyam straddles Ao’nung as they continues pressing their lips together. Ao’nung’s hands trail down Neteyam’s back. Slowly he slides his fingers under the straps of his loincloth, about to take it off when Neteyam’s communicator turns on.

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s voice rings loud between them. “It’s an emergency, come quick. We’re at that rock!” she screams for him. Neteyam jumps away from Ao’nung, worry filling every inch of him.

“What? Tuk?” Neteyam asks, pressing on his communicator but only static comes back. Immediately, Neteyam panics. With only a quick glance back to Ao’nung, Neteyam is off towards the rock Tuk said to come to.

Neteyam bolts, running over the sand quicker than he has ever before. Ao’nung just behind him though he’s not as quick on land. When Neteyam finally gets to the rock, he finds his siblings, Rotxo and Tsireya just hanging out.

“What’s going on?” Neteyam asks his youngest sister panicked. He bends down to check her over, moving her head around for injuries. She quickly pulls away from him though.

“I broke the bracelet you made me,” she tells him. Tuk holds up the pieces of bracelet sadly. Neteyam’s heart begins to stop racing, relief filling him.

“I told you he would come,” Kiri tells Lo’ak with a smirk.

Ignoring, his other siblings, Neteyam gently takes the broken parts of the bracelet from Tuk. “Tuk, the communicator is for emergencies. Not broken bracelets.” Neteyam turns his attention to Lo’ak and Kiri. “You two could have helped her,” he scolds them.

“We didn’t know what weave you did, and we couldn’t find you anywhere in the village,” Lo’ak explains in return. “Where were you even?” Lo’ak questions him.

“Around,” Neteyam answers curtly. “You could have asked mother if you wanted to know the weave.” Kiri and Lo’ak shrug their shoulders as if to say they that he’s here now so why does it matter.

“Is that a hickey?” Rotxo asks surprised, pointing towards Neteyam’s neck.

Neteyam slaps a hand onto his neck. In his rushing, he must have forgotten to put his choker back on. “No,” Neteyam denies in vain, his siblings and friends already gawking at him.

Gasping, Lo’ak asks, “Were you with a girl? Is that you’re being so cranky?” He laughs.

Neteyam rolls his eyes. “No.”

“A guy then?” Kiri asks, joining Lo’ak in interrogating him.

Neteyam just sighs. “Tuk, I’ll fix this later ok?” he says, ignoring them. He sets the broken pieces into one of the bags he has tied to his loin cloth.

“Eywa! Is that why your braids are always coming apart?”

“You also disappear sometimes.” Kiri suddenly gasps. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Just then Ao’nung comes running up to them. “I was with Neteyam and I overheard. What’s going on?”

“No!” Lo’ak immediately shouts as he looks between Ao’nung and Neteyam with horror in his eyes. “No, no, no,” he keeps repeating.

Ao’nung squints his eyes at Lo’ak, confused, before realizing there was no danger. He hands Neteyam his choker as he says, “You dropped this.” Neteyam gladly takes it back and once again covers the thing that started this whole mess.

“Lo’ak you were probably going to find out eventually,” Neteyam tries assuring Lo’ak.

“Not like this,” Lo’ak responds with disgust.

“You know what? This serves you right for using the communicator for this,” Neteyam responds. “It’s that word that dad uses, karma.”

[borninwinter81]

Velvet ribbon necklaces and chokers

This is one of my favourite ways to make a necklace - extremely quick and simple but I think it looks beautiful. I use velvet ribbon but it would also work with satin ribbon and possibly lace, though that might not be sturdy enough. I personally don't like to use leather or faux leather because it can get very sweaty and uncomfortable, but you can absolutely use that too if you want! Craft shops also sell patterned or embroidered ribbon.

I've even done variants on this which were made from just a long strip of fabric which I hemmed along the edges.

In addition to the ribbon you will need rivets or eyelets, d-rings or o-rings, and heavy snap studs to fasten them.

The pendants in these photos came from various places: the flower cameo was thrifted, the wolfs cross was bought from some alternative shop I don't remember the name of decades ago, the leaf and the large ocean jasper came from an Etsy shop called Enchanted Creations (link here) and the ivy is Alchemy Gothic.

For whatever reason I decided I didn't like the necklaces they came on so I remade them. The pendant parts and chains were attached using jewellery pliers and either jump rings or links of the chain if it was large enough.

Then all you need to do is loop your ribbon through the d-rings and poke a hole through both layers (I have a leather punch I tend to use but you can also use scissors) then secure it with either a rivet or an eyelet. You can buy these online or in craft shops, they're usually very cheap, come in various colours of metal and have instructions for how to put them together. They're fairly self-explanatory - one half on each side of the fabric and hit them with a hammer a few times. If using rivets make sure you put the pieces on the correct sides.

You could also use screw on spikes. Anything that will keep the ends together will work - obviously you could sew them too, but this looks neater (than my hand sewing anyway!) and gives a bit of extra visual interest.

To get the right length of ribbon I just put it around my neck making sure to overlap the ends then add a couple of centimetres extra for the folds. If the ribbon is synthetic (most of the the time they will be) use a lighter to singe the ends slightly. This will cause it to melt a little and prevent fraying. Please be careful when doing this! You don't need to put the ribbon *in* the flame, just close enough to heat it.

For fastenings I always use heavy snap studs. These make the fastening very secure and neat looking - it will lay completely flat to the back of your neck.

These studs come in 4 parts.

Again, double over the ends of the ribbon, poke a hole through both layers, put the correct pieces of the fastening on each side and hit them with a hammer a few times. These can likewise be bought online and come with a tool and instructions for use. The most important thing with these is to make sure all parts are facing the right direction so you can close them properly.

Here are some brief instructions I found online for how to use them.

Again, you don't have to fasten them the way I do, whatever way suits you is fine. Even a safety pin would work!

This basic method can be used to make collars too, I did a cyber collar a while back (full post here)

As I said above you can use any kind of ribbon you like, patterned or plain, or even a long strip of fabric, that's what I did for this collar.

You could cover it with safety pins, buttons, embroidery, fabric paint, whatever you like!

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Steddie Mating Run AU, Ouroboros

Mating jewelry, while not required, was a very important symbol in relationships. Alphas specially hand crafting a sign of their love for the person they cherished the most. But now a days, it was considered cheesy as hell. Still, that didn't stop Steve from heading to the jewelry store in the mall in hopes of finding something to impress his kind of, not really, mate.

It was a busy Sunday afternoon when Steve arrived at the shop near the corner of the mall. Approaching the counter near the front, Steve was greeted by a collection of big, bright gemstones that demanded attention. Every time Steve's mother came home, she was wearing something new his father bought. To some people, it would seem like his father cared about his mother. But Steve knew it was him establishing his ownership over her. She'd been very eager to tell a nine year old Steve this while black out drunk.

"I never wanted you. " He clearly remembered her saying as she laid spread out over the sofa in their foyer. Barely maintaining her grip on the glass of wine in her hand. They had a party earlier that night and his dad disappeared upstairs with one of his "friends" from work. His mother responded the only way she could, by trying to drink enough to forget about everything around her. Steve couldn't remember why he came downstairs that night. He was supposed to stay in his room when they had grown-up parties. Yet he still ended up in the living room, staring up in confusion at his mother as she stumbled to her feet. Letting out a strangled groan as she almost tripped over her child. Her neck was in his face, adorned by the necklace his father gave her. A choker that he now realized was more of a collar.

"God, you look just like him," she slurred out, "he took me when he knew I didn't have a choice. Now I'm stuck with a cheating prick of a husband and a disappointment for a kid." The woman took another sip of the wine. "Why couldn't you have been a girl? Maybe I could at least stand you if...if..." She trailed off before she could finish, the glass of wine falling on the floor before she completely passed out. It was one of the few times Steve saw his mom's real face. Not the one she put on to look like a picture-perfect family.

The memory faded and Steve was back in the jewelry shop. Staring down at the case specifically for mating jewelry. Frowning at the diamond necklace on a headless mannequin. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...

"Do you need help finding anything?"

Steve jumped at the voice, turning to see a store attendant smiling at him. The woman was a few years older than him. Her name tag read Olivia.

"Ugh, I don't know." Steve reached into his jacket, fishing around in his pocket and pulling out one of the rings he (temporarily) stole from Eddie to get an idea for size. Pulling it out revealed a silver skull with its teeth bared. Olivia's eyes fell on the ring and she raised an eyebrow at the piece of metal. "He doesn't know I'm here. And he thinks stuff like this is out of date and weird, but I want to show him this is important to me."

"And he's an omega?" Steve nodded.

"Yeah. I don't want to be one of those guys who's weirdly possessive about this kind of thing but I still want to get him something nice." Steve held the ring out to the woman who took it. Looking the piece over with a loud hum before she spoke.

"I think I have something you might be interested in." Steve followed her to the curtained off area. Waiting as she pulled it back to reveal shelves upon shelves of cases. Steve did his best not to focus on the way her body was positioned in front of him. As far as she knew, he already had a mate. Instead, he stared at the carpeted floor and waited until she let out a small "a-ha!". Looking up, Steve watched as she pulled away with a small box. It was covered in a thin layer of dust. The woman wiped it away before opening it to reveal a small silver band. Pulling it out, she revealed it was a braided snake eating its own tail. Glints of purple and red shone through the loops to represent scales. "We got this one in a while ago. It's called the Ouroboros. It's not our shiniest piece, but it seems in line with your partner's tastes."

If there was any jewelry piece in the world that screamed Eddie, this was it. Looking at the price tag at the edge of the box, Steve already knew Eddie would freak if he found out Steve spent this much on him, but it was a goodwill gift more than anything. He didn't need to know how much it actually cost.

"I'll take it."

[kuromi-hoemie]

Hey Cinna, I've been looking into making my own accessories, especially chokers, but trying to figure out where and how to start has been extremely overwhelming to figure out what tools I need and where to even begin figuring out what supplies I would need to start.

All of your chokers have looked incredible, so I was wondering if you have any resources you could share for starting out and learning how to make chokers and other accessories?

i think the simplest way to start would be buying a standard choker from somewhere, and replacing and/or adding new spikes.

going into it u wanna look at how they've made their choker to get a good feel for what goes into it.

after you get it enough to try making your own, you can go buy leather strips from a crafting store; Leathercrafting or Leatherworking is what you'd wanna look up more generally depending on how deep you wanna go (and assuming u mean my style of chokers which r usually leather)

For changing a choker then making my own, tools i would start with are:

a hole punch for leather, lots of kits will come with the one you use a mallet with. this is quieter and faster, i prefer this :3

spikes, tree cone spikes if ur feeling a lil specific. note their measurements and buy whatever speaks to u or meets ur needs. i love having a variety to experiment with.

a little screwdriver for the back of ur spikes. they come with most kits or sets i think

rivets and snaps, watch how to set one and look at how they are used on the choker you got. get some buckles if you wanna try recreating that instead.

O rings and D rings. it's obvious what these are when you say it, but it wasn't at first 🧍🏾‍♀️they come in a variety of sizes and colors

jump rings which are used to connect D and O rings together, or for more stylistic purposes.

also some jewelry making kit from a craft store. specifically you just want a set of pliers, the flat one and needle nose tips are particularly helpful

some round cutters if you wanna use leather strips from a craft store or whatever to make a new choker

and then this one is very optional but i have this kit that comes with different detachable heads u can set or punch with. u don't have to know what they all do at first, but they will come in handy!

starting with just modifying an existing choker is a good way to observe and learn about the basics, once u start making ur own it's pretty easy to start experimenting and mixing things up.

if u need inspiration on what's possible, u can look at existing work. there are my chokers I've posted; one site whose work i love is NastyGem. their stuff is pricy but it's beautiful and inspiring to me.

for more help u should join crafting/art discord servers, and more generally try to keep an eye out for ppl familiar w ur craft. i am still learning too and i like to watch the processes be done on youtube or read an article abt the semantics of something. there's also me (❁´◡`❁) i am happy to share whatever i know if you have specific questions.

[just-some-random-blogger]

still not over the fact that all your work is très magnifique 😍 (dont mind me binge reading at 4am)

if i may request, how do you think dream would react when his lover(reader) is very jumpy or easily flinches. we all know morpheus can be rather mysterious-in-the-shadows type and as someone with anxiety i feel like him popping out of no where will just make me jump all the time

Hold My Hand

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures, your measure for Dream giving you near death experiences involved a very particular accessory.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: some kinky inclinations lol, gender neutral!reader, kitty meow meow dream (real), pouty!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HHIHIHI IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS ENOUGH TO LOSE SLEEP OVER IT ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT ALSO GET SOME SLEEP PLS T_T the gif is how i imagine dream apologizes for scaring you Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I let out a long, exaggeratedly prolonged, scream when I feel someone come up from behind me in this dead end of the library. It was instantaneous, the hug and the concerned voice that came after.

I mean I really was scared, but still, I was 100% sure I was born dramatic. I heaved heavily as I leaned into the embrace of the being behind me.

Dream cranes his neck down to kiss the side of my neck, "I apologize, my dear," he speaks with genuine guilt, "I was only thinking about how you told me you enjoyed back hugs and I could not help myself."

"It's fine," I sigh deeply, placing the book in my hand back in the shelf.

Dream, although he knew I was not making an attempt to leave him, pulls me back, as if unwilling to have a fraction of space between us. I chuckle, "alright, alright, gimme a sec, geez."

Once the book is back in its spot, I twist in his arms and position myself into a comfortable embrace, cheek pressing against his chest.

Dream tightens his hold, relaxing against me; his previous guilt of rousing my anxiousness finally seemed to leave him.

I can't help but chuckle when he nuzzles against my head, "rough day?"

He hums, "everything is suddenly bearable after I feel your touch."

I smile against him and pull back to show this. In contrast, he has his pouty lips curved down and it makes my brows raise, "what's wrong, Dreamy?"

"I do not enjoy the fact I keep agitating you when I phase to your side."

I snort, "well, actually," I pull away from him, "I may have a solution."

His brows furrow, appalled by the fact I was pulling away from him. His frown deepens.

"Dream," I chuckle, "I'm literally still right here, please, I just need to get something out of my pocket."

A line between his brows forms. He barely loosens his tight grip on me. I cannot help but press my lips as I look at him in amused annoyance.

"Here," I say, as a pull out a tiny choker and dangle it between our faces.

Dream averts his attention, furrowed brows raising.

"I had a cat once," I start, undoing the clasp of the necklace, "she was so sneaky, my family did not know peace until we gave her a bell."

I bring my hand over his shoulders, placing the black and gold thing around his neck. I rise to my toes and look over Dream's shoulder when I do this. Once I am done securing it, I release a sigh and fall flat on my feet. "Now," I smile, grabbing his cheeks, "I might find peace with your bell."

Dream looks down at the choker. I grab the bell at the center so that he could see it, but I'm unsure he does.

His hands travel up my back as he averts his gaze back upon me, "if it can rid of my jump scare tendencies-"

I snort at his use of my term.

"- then I am happy to wear it."

I break into a fit of giggles when he leans in and peppers my face with kisses. As innocent as those were, my breathing begins to grow heavy when his lips trail down my neck, "Dream... Lucienne might catch us again..."

Meanwhile Matthew's head cocks from side to side as he looks for bright ringing sound he could not for the life of him find. "Lucienne, am I going bonkers, or do you also hear that bell ringing?" "I thought you were already bonkers." "Lucienne, I'm serious-" Matthew's beak stays open when he sees Dream pass by out of nowhere. "D-Did you- did he- is he wearing a collar?" "Matthew, Dream is a consenting adult-- in fact, he's much older than that." Safe to say, the sound of the bell was so much more hard to ignore now.

[womanofwords]

Gifts

CW: yandere husband x gender-neutral mc, stalking behaviours, mentions of a knife.

Yandere loved giving Darling gifts. Gifts were a sign of love from one person to another, and he insisted on handmaking and personalizing his gifts for Darling whenever he could. “It wouldn’t be as special if it was just another thing from the store. You should be the only one in the world who has such a gift,” he said.

Yandere also loved adorning Darling with the gifts he made for them, kneeling before them as if they were a god. Handmade mugs, knitted sweaters, homemade cookies, he lived for the approval of his darling.

The best gift that Yandere could give Darling was their kisses. Lots and lots of kisses that adorned Darling’s neck like a choker that always needed to be reapplied. And Yandere jumped at the chance to reapply it every single time.

But the best kind of gifts, as far as Yandere was concerned, were the kind that were multifunctional.

The ring that could be turned into knuckledusters.

The hairbrush that had a knife inside, in case someone mugged Darling.

The pen with four ink cartridges in, so they could switch ink colours whenever you wanted.

And his personal favourite, the locket with a tracking chip inside, so he would always know where his darling was.

[lenreli]

Day 13 - Collar

[AO3]

Dream’s wearing a choker ― three black bands, joined by a smaller strip of black, with an O-ring on the centre of the middle band. Hob is ― he’s fine, definitely not obsessed with it at all. Entirely not thinking about tugging him closer by it and― 

“Hob,” he startles, looking up to see Dream’s raised eyebrow, “you are not listening, are you?” Dream asks, amused and his face feels hot as Dream tilts his head, a finger coming up to loop through the O-ring on the collar and Hob’s fingers twitch, putting them in his pockets so he won’t replace the finger with his own. 

“Distracted,” he manages once he looks away, mind’s eye still showing Dream's throat, pale with the collar as a contrast. 

“I do not get how a new piece of attire would distract you so,” Dream purrs, tone revealing otherwise as well as suddenly a lot closer and his heart jumps into his throat at Dream right next to him, almost on top of him, eyes black and starry. “It is only a collar.”

Hob makes a sound as Dream strokes his face, tongue-tied with the weight of a black hole staring at him, “i―” he chokes, seeing Dream’s tiny smirk up close as his brain tries to catch up, and at a point he goes to instinct, a finger going through the O-ring to tug Dream forward, feeling Dream’s catch of breath as Hob licks his dry lips. “It can be more than a collar.” 

Dream slowly blinks at him, and he can feel the weight of the other being settling on him, unable to look away from Dream’s face, from his neck, “can it?”

“But that―we should―talk. More. About it,” he stumbles, whimpering as Dream grinds down, arousal firing as he realises how hard he is, brain still too taken up with the collar on Dream’s throat. 

“Should we?” Dream breathes, their noses brushing, “right now?”

“Later,” he squeaks, pulling Dream in for a kiss by the collar, Dream holding his face, and Hob feels overwhelmed, surrounded as they kiss, arousal and bliss sparking as Dream continues to bear down on his cock. One of Dream’s hands winds down his body, and he keens as the hand, luke-warm and strong, cups his dick, then goes into his pants to stroke it.

Hob gasps, pulling the collar and Dream lets out a tiny moan as he licks down to the collar, biting the marble skin above it, the thin strips of white skin as Hob comes. 

[silvergolddraco28]

He’s Mine - open roleplay - Dark/Possessive/Manipulative Macaque x Sun Wukong

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Idea: Macaque getting possessive over Wukong and Mk after several demons try to kidnap Mk and force Wukong into a demon marriage.

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‘Well shit.’ A figure thought carrying a small squirming bundle in their arms as they raced through the alleys and backstreets. Their energy practically drained from the arcane laws the ones chasing them had invoked. Golden blood leaked from a deep wound on their side while flashes of a thick black choker was wrapped snuggly around the being’s dark blood-drenched neck in the weak lights.

The being was tired and exhausted but the fear of what would happen to the squirming bundle in their arms if they got caught spurred them on as the being came to a dead-end ally jumping to the corner and using the walls and their reduced agility to maneuver to over the wall tucking into a roll on the other side as the ring of a firearm followed by blinding pain in their leg nearly made them crumble. “Fuck!” the being cursed as they forced their body to keep running as more echoes of firearms came from being them.

They ducked into a slim dark wedge of a side street hidden behind some dumpsters panting hard while their heart pounded in their chest, pressing their back against the cold metal to help them focus on anything put the pain in their leg.

They slowed their breath as they heard many feet just outside of their hiding place.

“God damn it! How hard is it to find a bright gold monkey with a slave collar bleeding out and shot several times?! He should be incapacitated by now!” a demon snarled while the clicks of a gun being reloaded filled the hidden one’s ears.

“He’s still a God in his own right Boss. He went utterly savage on the few that tried to grab the kid he took under his wing.”

“Find him! Find him and bring him to me! I'm going to enjoy threatening that kid that fucking monkey has and making that false King scream when I hold a gun to that other monkey’s head!”

The being hiding in the the side ally grit his teeth and makes his choice. […Shadow… please… I need help…] the being mentally projected down a frayed and decaying connection long ignored hoping he didn't make the wrong choice as pain flared around his neck from the choker squeezing his his throat shut depriving him of breath causing instinct to kick in. [*MIHOU!*] they mentally screamed while they gasped for air golden tears glittering down their face in the dim light try in to pull off the choker that sent shocks of divine energy into their body.

Shadows writhed and grew around the being writhing and gasping for breath vision swimming as a blurry black figure with glowing purple eyes came close tenderly cupping their face in their hands. “Shush~ I'm here now Gem~ Sleep, i’ll take care of the *pests*~”

The being felt their body go slack before they slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness free of the pain their body had been subjected to for the past month running around the city from demon after demon trying to make them submit. They felt light in the black void but they knew it was only a matter of time before they woke up in the Shadow’s possessive embrace. ‘One must pay a price to leave the Diyu before the cycle claims them… I gave up entering the cycle of life and death… Just what did he give up to become so obsessed with me after he became free from that ice bitch?’