#kitty dresses on pink and screams a lot

[vargonautic]

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[kaiser1ns]

#. SPEED DEMON

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. endo yamato, takiishi chika

fluff. your boyfriend lives for the adrenaline, or in other words, he loves it when you cling to him when he speeds up, or when you put stickers on his bike.

inspired by michael jackson's song "speed demon"

BIKER BOYFRIEND!ENDO YAMATO

A dark black leather jacket, with a large white print on the back that was the same as the tattoo on his left shoulder, paired with an obsidian-colored helmet with the addition of a few contrasting Hello Kitty stickers, boots tapping the cemented ground as he leaned back on his motorcycle waiting for his beloved girlfriend to get ready, with another helmet resting on the seat that was the same color as the clouds adorned with black snake and pink bow stickers.

He didn't mind waiting, even though it was late at night but when he got the "I'm hungry" message, he immediately dressed and came at full speed to wait for you in front of your home, and you didn’t even get a text back, because his engine is so loud you always know he is there. Endo wasn't going to lie, it was cold, but he was sure that the moment he saw you, his body would warm up again.

Leaning on his motorcycle, he has his usual laid-back smirk as he glances at the door focusing on the sound of your footsteps getting closer. When the door finally opened, revealing you in your cute outfit for the night, his eyes lit up. His first words, always teasing but you knew he was all bark, no bite. “Princesses sure take a lot of time to get ready, huh?” He pushed off the bike, walking over to greet you when gloved hands cup the side of your face as he pressed a sweet, quick kiss on the lips. It’s soft and delicate, but you know Endo well enough to tell there’s more behind it–more that he’s holding back for later.

“But don’t worry your prince will always wait for you.”

Before you can even reply, Endo drapes his jacket around your shoulders, despite the fact you already had the same, you’d grabbed the first one you found on the hanger. It smelled like him, motor oil and strong cologne. “You don’t need to–” you started, but he was already securing your helmet, his fingers brushing against your skin with a tenderness that was the complete opposite of his rugged exterior.

“I know,” he says, “but I want to.” he zips the jacket up, making sure the helmet is tight, but not so tight that it hurts. Once everything was set, you hopped onto the back of the bike, resting your head against him, and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body under your hands. “The best photos I take of us always happen at times like this,” you murmured when he revved the engine and you felt the powerful rumble beneath you as he sped off down the dark road.

The cool wind greeted you both, and you gripped him harder, letting out a scream when he made a sudden drift and he just laughed at your reaction as he pushed the bike faster down the empty road.

When you finally arrived at the fast-food joint, you stayed outside seated on the bike, scrolling through his phone and snapping pictures while he disappeared inside to grab food. A few minutes later, he came back, pulling his gloves with his teeth and tossing you the bag of food before noticing how your eyes were concerted on something. “Baby, you got another speeding ticket,” you said, holding up the screen for him to see. He glanced at it, then shrugged, his hand already digging into the fries.

“Is that so?” the way he replied told you everything–you both knew he didn’t care. To Endo, every ticket was just another excuse for you to hold onto him tighter, no law existed to him. A ticket also meant a free ride to the love island, is what he likes to say. But you as well paid no mind, not when the food you have been caring for was delivered by yours truly. 

“Aren’t you cold?” you were fully covered, with his jacket on top of yours and he was just wearing a black shirt that was clinging to his body, his tattoos on display. "Not when you light up my heart." Always the smooth talker, but if he catches a cold it's on him. Playfully rolling your eyes as you unwrapped the burger and took a bite then offered it as he took a bite as well. You loved moments like this with him the most, just the two of you in the middle of the night, on a cute little date and racing at full speed with the stars.

After both of you were done, getting up on the bike you clung to him again on the ride back. With each mile, you felt closer, the world slipping away as the two of you raced through the night together. He would send you to another dimension, you were sure about that, somehow he always did, and as much as you enjoyed these long rides with no direction in mind your bed was also calling you. 

"Can you stay for tonight?" you'd ask him, leather jackets still on you and how can he say no to you? He will always wait, he will always stay because he can speed up all he wants on the highway, but he will always take things slow with you.

BIKER BOYFRIEND!TAKIISHI CHIKA

Tools scattered everywhere, the sound of the rumbling engine drowning out the music you had put on while sitting at the table eating ice cream in your boyfriend's garage. A big part of his time involved maintaining his bike, and you spend hours in that same garage where you have learned a thing or two, but you preferred to watch while he worked on his own for once, without Endo's help. "You missed tightening that part." pointing your finger down on the machine when he gave you the 'don't tell me what to do' look but you were right. He forgot to apply part of the brake and, at the very least, he wouldn't like for something to happen. "And you tell me I don't understand anything... I just saved your life." Taking another bite of the ice cream as you watched him wiping his face with the hem of his tank top showing off his toned stomach suddenly the cone of sweetness fell to the ground making a mess, when he turned to see what was happening he saw how red you have gotten. “You are always making a mess…” raising his eyebrow when he went inside the house to get something to clean it up, well, for you to clean because Takiishi won't bother to. He had always been the calm type, as calm as he can be. So when he stepped outside, his usual indifference clouding his eyes, you saw the perfect opportunity to strike. His burgundy-colored bike stood there, gleaming in the light ready to be taken over. Looking behind your back, just to make sure he was gone, you pulled out a collection of stickers—Sanrio characters, kittens, candy, and the most important ‘I love my girlfriend’ sticker. You were about to press it onto the bike, and you felt a sudden yank on your wrist. 

You yelped as Takiishi's grip tightened, his serious stare making you shiver despite the hot temperature. Uh-oh. You were caught red-handed, with him having that serious stare that meant he wasn't in a good mood. 

"Ta-da!" is all you could have managed to say, voice nervously cracking as you stuck the girlfriend sticker on the bike anyway. The mission failed successfully. But despite that, you knew he was angry, mad even. You knew because his grip on your wrist was getting tighter, and it hurt. "Chika, I-I'm sorr–" you started, and the way his eyes told you he was trying to balance the lines between anger and indifference. Yet, to your surprise, he released you not before he glanced at the peeling sticker and calmly pressed it back on.

You were on the border between the people who stood in his way and those he had to eliminate. Just like a sticker, you had a beautiful design but you won't be peeling out soon from him.

"Ask next time." you blinked at his strange reaction, more so the way he calmly collected his tools and put them in the box. "Huh?" is all you could mutter when he was done and stood up in front of you, and you were slowly melting like the ice cream on the ground.

"Ask me next time." he put something on your cheek before he went back inside and you went to check yourself on his bike mirror. It was a pink heart sticker covered in flames. You were the one who always teased him and did whatever you wanted, and once again he beat you at your own game. Takiishi Chika always wins, no matter who he's up against, and he will do everything for you even if he doesn't voice it, he will prove it after you remove all the stickers of course.

"I removed everything," you muttered, disappointed that the bike was back to its plain burgundy state. You sighed, feeling a little defeated. This is what you get when trying to surprise someone like him with something like that. But much to his dismay he left only one sticker and it was ... 

"I love my boyfriend so much!" You couldn’t help but yell, kissing him on the cheek with an exaggerated and loud “mwah,” you jumped onto his back, wrapping your arms around him as he held your legs. He actually didn't care that you put stickers, he just didn't expect it to be that many. Takiishi showed he cared, even if he didn’t always say it out loud, but the glued label sure did.

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[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

THREE Doodle dumps

Since I have Said that I have made some co3k reboot Doodle dumps while I wasnt really on my phone, like, my mama told me to put it in the living room (she sometimes thinks I'm too much on the phone but she sometimes jokes with me like that) And then I took it now because she wants to drink coffee with my babo, but now she doesnt mind sooooo.... anyways, so heres the doodles I have made =^_^=

And these are some treats for @aquamarine-dream-queen @moshywoosh @ducktopia90264 @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights @nightkit92 @nia1sworld @iggyguyy @dackychansworldofhoshino more of my loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me And support my work And I love them all too And love THEIR work =^/////^= And! @alegriacherryblossom is the new member of our tumblr family =^_^= 🩷💖

Anyways, I'll explain the doodles cause I want to lol:

1st Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: I Drew Cheddar man And Bianca dressed up as a banana And a chicken, And yes its based on that "IM A BANANA" music video by Onision on youtube. And also, I do NOT support Onision, because I know what he did but I just made this Doodle as a lil' joke or somethin' to laugh at

2# Doodle: I Drew Jan again but this time he is holding his broken "BROOM" while he is saying that he SNAPS like his BROOM, but then he realizes that he called his mop a "broom" >w< And yes, he broke his mop out of Anger 0_0;

3# Doodle: Lucius just being sassy And he is saying his Greeting just like from the episode "Hunt for red blobtober" =^.^=

4# Doodle: Philly Phil is just saying "OOOOHHHH!" he is obviously shocked at somethin' 0.0

5# Doodle: Principal Luna saying the quote he Said from the Show since I kinda found that quote funny, And I dont remember from which episode he Said that ^///^;

2nd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Sunny is just imagining "Screaming inside", And this is a spoiler of an fanfic episode I'll make called "everyone is stuck in the stage room for the night!" And Sunny in here is probably just tired 0///0;

2# Doodle: a small but cute "cool kitties" a.k.a Kaylie x Mackenzie doodle ship =^_^=

3# Doodle: Brooklyn Bill with some cute pigtails since his hair always made me thought that he actually has pigtails ^///^

4# Doodle: Tanya losing her temper in the fanfic episode And she is yelling that EVERYONE in the stage room is annoying her! And even her face turns red from Anger! 0.0;

5# Doodle: Madison saying her quote from the Show And she just looks like she is trying to think of a plan or Idea or somethin' =^.^=

3rd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Addison just kinda acting like an dog after Salieri or someone else between the eastley kids threw her a bone 0_0

2# Doodle: Kam was about to say his BORING And ANNOYING nerd talks And then Kim interupts him And says that nobody cares about his talks 0////0;

3# Doodle: A small Doodle of Lil' G just givin' a sassy look =^.^=

4# Doodle: a small Doodle of Mila, Bianca And cheddar man having their faces painted Pink (Mila), yellow (Bianca) And blue (cheddar man) so they can represent a pansexual flag =^.^= 💖💛💙

So those are all the doodles I made, but I'll make more tommorow since I had lots of fun drawing these =^w^=

I hope y'all will like these =^//////^= 🩷💙💖💛💜🧡❤️

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic request: After kid Philip meets kid Amelie Blight in the bonesborough library, he talks to Caleb and Evelyn about her.

The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince (Part 2 to "Philip... That's A Cute Name" Amelie [art of her here and here] belongs to @dannystarsstuff / @starishome)

After story time had concluded at the Kid's Corner, Philip and Amelie were both seated at a table together with books.

Philip's smile couldn't be contained as Amity presented her book to him.

It was a picture book with a cute hard cover titled, "The Kitty Princess Finds Her Prince".

"It's one of my favorite books here," Amelie would admit with a small smile followed by a soft giggle as she flipped to the glossy title page.

"I always borrow it every time I come here."

Philip's eyes grew wide as they sparkled.

"Ooo, cool!" The brunette would comment enthusiastically.

"What's it about?" He asked his friend with his listening ears on.

He was really interested in what Amelie had to say.

After another giggle, Amelie spoke again as she turned to the first page, which depicted a round pink kitten standing on her two stubby legs with a crown on her head in a castle.

Being a cat, she had a cute cat-like smile on her face.

"It's about a kitty princess...," She began as she flips to the next page, which illustrates the kitten leaving her castle with a travel backpack on her back. "... Who ventures from her castle to find a prince."

The next couple of pages that Amelia turns show the cute kitty princess on her travels.

"She travels far and wide in her search for him. Her efforts to find him involve walking on land, taking a boat, going into the woods, trudging through snow, and even going inside the mouth of a monster."

The next page makes Amelie and Philip laugh.

It shows the kitty taking a cat nap. "She then takes a brief break."

Amelie then turns to the next page, which reveals that the kitten has found her prince, who's a witch.

Both the witch prince and the pink kitten princess are thrilled to see each other. "But then, she finally finds him!"

Amelie turns to the next page, which shows a pastel illustration of the prince giving the kitten a gentle hug as she snuggles into his loving embrace as small red hearts form a big heart around them.

Amelie flips to the last and final page of the story.

It shows the prince and kitten happily sharing a bowl of milk together in her castle, with the prince on his hands and knees.

"And they live happily ever after."

She closes the book and smiles.

"The end."

"Wow!" Philip beams, his eyes big with excitement. "That story was so good! I really liked it a lot! Can I show you my book?"

Amelie nods.

Philip picks up his book, a hardback with only three pages, titled "The Ant", which shows a stock image of an ant on the cover.

He then presents Amelie with the first page, which depicts the same realistic ant from the cover using its mandibles to nibble on a single leaf.

When the next page is turned, the ant is now gigantic.

On the final page, the giant ant is terrorizing a small village that is on fire.

The witches in the story scream and run away as a meteor falls in the background.

Philip closes the book with a cheery smile. "The end!"

Amelie giggles before placing a small, sweet kiss on Philip's cheek, causing the boy to blush.

He had such a silly and peculiar taste in books.

She liked it.

She liked him.

A lot.

"Amelie!" A loud, voice called out Amelie and Philip looked to see a woman standing in the middle of the room with the same minty hair as Amelie's.

She was dressed in business attire.

Some library visitors gave her a glare, while others pressed a finger to their lips, but she simply ignored them.

"Say goodbye to your friend, darling. It's time for us to leave."

"Who's she?" Philip asked Amelie as she stood up from her seat.

"My mom," Amelie replied, pushing her chair in.

It was apparent that she was sad to be departing from Philip.

"I have to go now." Her mouth corners slowly move up in a small smile. "But hey, maybe we can see each other again next Saturday. Are you planning on coming back?"

Philip nodded. "Mm-hmm! If my brother brings me!" The brunette was certain that Caleb would if he asked really nicely.

Amelie gave a gentle giggle. "Nice! You know, I really liked your ant book. Would it be alright if I checked it out at the front desk and took it home with me?"

She picked up her kitten book. "I'll let you borrow this," She playfully bargained with a hum.

"Deal!" Philip said with happy a grin as the two exchanged books.

"Thank you! Goodbye Philip, see you next time!" Amelie told him with a wink, his book in her hand as she took off to her mother.

"Bye, Amelie!" As Philip watched her leave, a hand went to hold the cheek that she had kissed.

He smiled softly.

...

"... And so she let me borrow this book! It's her favorite!"

Philip happily explained to Caleb and Evelyn as they walked home at sunset after the Bonesborough Library had closed.

"Aww!" Evelyn gushed, holding her cheeks. Young love is so adorable, she thought.

"I see!" Caleb was intrigued by what his brother had told him. "This Amelie girl seems very kind based on what you told us."

Philip nodded in agreement. "She is!" He said with a smile. "Can we come to the library next Saturday so I can see her again?"

Caleb gently ruffled Philip's hair and chuckled. "Of course we can, Pip."

His baby brother making a new friend made the elder very happy.

[that-random-outsider]

Hi there! Welcome to the Six fandom, glad to have you here. Here’s the master post you requested:

The six queens are Catherine of Aragon (or Catalina, as much of the fandom calls her), Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, Katherine Howard (or Kat and Kitty in a lot of fanworks on ao3) and Catherine Parr (Cathy Parr).

There’s also the four ladies in waiting - Maggie, Bessie, Maria and Joan, who play the instruments in the musical and represent the actual ladies in waiting of the six queens. (Margaret Lee, Elizabeth Blount, Maria de Salinas, Joan Meutas)

Now the normal costumes are in yellow/gold, green, white, red, pink and blue, but for swings and alternates (basically the understudies of the musical theatre world, love them sm) typically dress in silver versions of those costumes, hence why “everyone is wearing silver”.

Hope this helps, if you need to know anything else, scream into the void and I may or may not respond.

- your friendly neighbourhood theatre guy

thanks so much!! This was incredibly helpful I was a bit lost for like a good week but I've become absolutely obsessed with this musical the more I learn about it!!

[pbandjesse]

It is officially the second day of me being 32! And it was honestly a great day. I have had a really awesome birthday weekend. 

I slept okay last night. But I had very intense dreams. I was screaming and crying a lot. Over a losing my id and buying a giant Christmas themed bunny peep stuffed animal. At a target. Jess was there. It was a lot. 

But I woke up in a good mood even if I was tired. I would shake it off soon enough and had a really good day. 

When I got up I made the bed and went to get dressed. Said hi to Jess on the couch. And got ready. 

We chilled in the living room for a few minutes. I told her about my weird dream. And sat with her in the couch while she finished her coffee. And then we were off. 

I got to ride in her new car! It's very similar to mind inside but has all the extra fancy features and the sunroof and some other interesting things. Like blind spot detection. We were surprised to find that there was coffee all over her windshield and on the passenger side door. What I think happened was someone set their coffee on her roof for whatever reason and it fell over and spilled. Feel bad for whoever had their morning a little ruined. I helped Jess clean it off. And we headed to Hamden. 

We got a parking spot on a side street. It was the first time Jess has parallel parked in her new car so it was exciting when it went so well. 

We went to golden west for breakfast. And it was great. But slow. We beat the rush in but our poor waiter was a bit overwhelmed. Our food took a long time but it was good talking and people watching. And ease dropping on other conversations.  

Once our food came Jess's was missing the salsa from her tacos. But my questions were great. We would eventually get the salsa and our food was excellent. I have really loved all the food we have gotten this weekend. And I'm working really hard to not eat to the point of not feeling well.  I have been stopping at half way through. So I have a bunch of leftovers. Which is nice. 

Once we finished eating we went back to the car and drove to the art museum! I haven't been there for a long time. And it was nice! A little busier than we expected. But that was fine. We had 2 hours of parking paid for. And the musuem isn't huge. But we got to see a lot. 

The best parts were at the end. I love love loved the John Waters collection they had on display. They had Mike Kelly pieces and Cy Twombly and weird stuff and it was great. I had a blast looking at stuff I haven't seen before and that was just really nice. 

We stopped at the gift shop. And talked a lot about the work we are blown away by and stuff that falls flat for us. I have missed art museums. 

We weren't done yet! Next we drove to amazing glaze to do pottery. We went to the Starbucks in the same parking lot first. And then to the painting studio. It was the busiest I have ever ever seen it. We were lucky to get the last table. It would get more busy and crowded and it was crazy. We were there for more then two hours. Tables would change around us multiple times by people much faster then us. 

But we were intense. It took a while for Jess to pick what she was going to decorate. I chose a tea cup and saucer almost right away.  And soons he would pick the stemless wine glass. Which I have done before I really enjoy using. 

Jess decided to do all pink and red. She drew out flowers and pears. And even used a paperclip to scrap stuff away to make very fine lines. I hope that works because I want to try that next time. 

I played with a lot of color mixing and layering. I have no idea how mine are going to come out but I had a really good time making it. 

I started with the plate. I wanted it to be a little meadow. And under it is dirt. I even added a skeleton, bones, and worms. Then for the cup I made a little blue kitty creature. I used three tones of blue that I'm hoping will have a watercolor effect. And on the inside I made his guts and ribcage. I thought I was being so cleaver. I love how it looks. 

I would chat with people at the tables around us. A woman made a fuss about how cool mine was and I was just like. Ahhh. Thank you! I'm an art teacher. And we chatted about how I love painting pottery because it's the only art no one asks me to sell. It's just for me. I have my blankets and stuff for the same reason now but still this is important for me. 

We were there until s little before 4. And I was really really happy with how our pieces came out. I can't wait to see them fired. They said they will be done on Thursday! 

We got home right before James did. And we all chilled for a while. James made me a birthday cake. Me and Jess booked our campsite for Easter weekend. We are going to stay in Susquehanna state park. I hope it's great. It looked beautiful. 

And we just chilled and watched tiktoks for a long time. 

Around 530 James offered to go pick up food. Me and Jess ordered poke bowls (we have had to much cheese and bread this weekend). James would go to R house to get those and would get paid Thai for themself. It would take a while for that to be ready but me and Jess weren't starving. We had both shd leftovers when we first got home. 

But it was really nice to have dinner when James did get back. I got pineapple and seaweed salad and tofu and other stuff,  it was all really good. And excellent choice. And I still have leftovers! 

After we are we all moved to Jamess room to watch two more episodes of the last of us. I was caught up on my knitting so I only had one row to do. So I worked on unraveling my yarn to rewind righter. So hopefully it won't get so tangled anymore. In the two hours we watched the show (which was fabulous) I finished two while balls of yarn. Excellent. 

I had a great time watching with Jess and James. And there is one moe episode and then another new one tomorrow night. Maybe me and James will just watch together. We will see. 

And now we are all getting ready to go to bed. James helped me with the last bit of yarn but then I just ripped it and tied it and James was devastated and the Jess was laughing at me and it was all very silly. 

I got a little shower. And now I am cozy. And I am ready to sleep. 

Tomorrow Jess will go home. She has a baby shower to go to so she'll leave after breakfast. I am so grateful to have her as a friend. 

I hope you all feel happy tonight. Be safe. Take care. Good night! 

[anifever]

Hii, can you make Johnny cade or the gang with reader kinda like Charlotte LA Bouff from princess and the frog because I'm just thinking that it would be so interesting having kind of s/o so spoiled but kind and not a brat too, I love Lottie tho✨😭

Gang w/ a Lottie!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : The Curtis gang with a reader who’s like Charlotte La Bouff from “Princess and the Frog”

A/N : AHHH I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been busy w other stuff. Anyways, I always wanted to be Lottie when I was younger 🥲 hopefully I got this close enough to her character also sorry these are shorter than normal <\3

˖⁺‧₊˚ 🎀 ˚₊‧⁺˖

Darry

୨ He’s honestly a little jealous of you

୨ He feels like you have everything he doesn’t

୨ That being said, does NOT stop the man from loving you once he sees how sweet and generous you are

୨ Your personalities are super different tho

୨ You’re so bubbly and bright and he thinks it’s endearing

୨ You definitely keep him on his toes

୨ You also keep him young

୨ Whenever he seems to be struggling more than usual with finances, you swoop in and save the day

୨ He’s like “??? Honey, I can’t take this,” and you’re just like “Too late, Dare-Bear, don’t worry about it 😊”

୨ Whenever you sleep over you wear a frilly pink sleep mask he has trouble not smiling over

୨ You love his cooking and are always drooling over it

୨ It’s a habit for you to bring pastries, etc from a bakery on the other side of town whenever you come over

୨ Earlier in the relationship/before you started dating, he knew how spoiled you were and he was like “..how am I supposed to compete with this.”

୨ Luckily you find him extremely muscly, attractive, and sweet so it makes up for his money 😋😋

୨ Either way, he still buys you whatever he can when he has the spare cash

୨ You have him wrapped around your finger

Two-Bit

୨ Couldn’t hold back his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you dressed as a princess for Halloween

୨ You guys honestly go together so well

୨ If you have the same type of accent Lottie has- even better

୨ The first thing you said when you met his sister was “Well aren’t you as pretty as a peach!”

୨ Safe to say that made him more smitten

୨ You walk him like a dog it’s so funny

୨ He doesn’t spend as much money on beer anymore cuz he saves a lot up for you

୨ Found a stray kitty on the street and you started squealing when he brought it to you

୨ He was cheesing from ear to ear

୨ Has tried to get you to kiss a frog before after you told him you always wanted to when you were younger (mwahaha) and you freaked out

୨ That being said, he picks up random bugs all the time to try and gross you out- which works

୨ You never hurt them though⁉️⁉️ You just run away and start screaming

୨ Whenever he starts insulting people if they’re mean to you or something, you start dying of laughter which spurrs him on more

Steve

୨ He’s torn between thinking you’re a brat to also being extremely attracted to you

୨ He assumes you’re a mean girl who lives off daddy’s money (the second part being lowkey true)

୨ Doesn’t stop him from drooling tho

୨ Contrary to popular belief, you were actually really nice

୨ Like you came into the DX one day, giving him a huge tip while talking super animatedly and he was just like “Ah..”

୨ Whenever he talks about cars you have no clue what he’s talking about

୨ You have a pretty pink ‘62 Ferrari 250 GTO and that’s all you know!!

୨ You buy new clothes constantly and have lil’ fashion shows for him

୨ “Yeahhh, could you jus’ spin around one more time so I can see the back? 😇”

୨ “….Steve.”

୨ Whenever nobody else is around (Soda, etc) at the DX, you give him WAY bigger of a tip than normal lmao

୨ Brags about you to Soda all the time

Dallas

୨ He thought you were so annoying at first I’m sorry 😭

୨ Even with that, he still tried to get in your pants

୨ You slapped him for it which just made him want you more (he’s on that freak timing)

୨ You know what you want and he’s honestly really attracted to it

୨ He ends up spoiling you though, he can’t help it when you give him puppy dog eyes and pout your glossy lips

୨ Hilariously different

୨ Whenever he’s in your room he’s so out of place

୨ He’s surrounded by so much pink, stuffed animals, expensive jewelry and clothes, a big canopy bed, a crystal chandelier, etc

୨ His ego gets boosted when he’s out in public with you

୨ Like he’s with the prettiest and richest girl in town??? Yeahhh he’ll never let this go

୨ You not caring about his/his friends status’ is really important to him and he appreciates it even though he’ll never outright say it

Soda

୨ You guys both have a big line of people who want you

୨ Power couple!!

୨ You’re really ditzy- not necessarily stupid, but not all there

୨ He relates.

୨ You guys just sit there and look pretty

୨ Like you definitely have won various beauty pageants and have kept all the tiaras and sashes

୨ Makes you try the tiaras on every time he comes over

୨ He takes you to a drag race or rodeo and you’re like “Shew- Soda, I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church,” while fanning yourself

୨ Probably because you’re wearing some expensive dress from a boutique in town made with thick material, but he’ll never smart off to you by saying that 🤍🤍

୨ Has a habit of ruining his DX shirt and you always pay for him to get a new one

୨ He already knew he was attractive, but it was only when you came along and started buttering him up that he started getting giddy about it

୨ He sucks up so hard to your mom and dad; they love him

Johnny

୨ Probably teased you a bit with Pony before you guys officially met

୨ After the initial iffy feeling he had about you wore off, he was head over heels when he knew you better

୨ He genuinely sees you as a princess

୨ You’re always wearing some shade of pink and some form of pearls and he’s mesmerized

୨ He thinks you deserve a lot better since he can’t give you much

୨ You literally couldn’t care less though since he treats you so well

୨ He’ll save up random coins off the street if he had to tho

୨ Your house is huge so you let him stay in a spare room which eventually just becomes his own

୨ Your house also did nothing to help his idea of you being a princess since it was way bigger and more extravagant than anything he could’ve imagined

୨ Your cat(s) love him, he’s a little overwhelmed at first but after that you’ll always find him with one around/on him

୨ You’re so comfortable fawning over him constantly and he gets pretty embarrassed about it LMAO

Pony

୨ He has a thing for pretty rich girls so this is fitting

୨ Once again, he also assumed you were mean and stuck up

୨ When you guys talked for the first time, he was definitely surprised

୨ You were definitely a bit out of touch with reality, but who cares!!!! You were pretty and nice!!!!

୨ Saw you stand up for one of your greaser friends once and felt his heart skip a beat

୨ Heard through the grapevine (he asked around) that you were enamored with some ‘pretty boy’ and couldn’t stop talking about him and he was like “Awww shucks 😞”

୨ He became extremely confused and denied it when Two and Johnny kept saying it was him after they saw you two interact at school

୨ He finally picked up on the heavy flirting one day and was like “…OHHHH”

୨ Whenever you get excited about something, he has a hard time understanding you since you start talking so fast and freaking out, but he just watches with a lovesick grin

୨ Your sass put together is on another level

୨ It scares Darry.

୨ And Steve.

୨ Back to the point I made earlier, you’d stand up for him about his status no matter what

୨ So in love it’s nasty

୨ Everyone in the gang is confused about how he bagged you especially considering he’s the youngest

[mint-moon25]

THE - WHARF - FUTURE - 10 FLOORS - BLDG

FRONT - OF - UGLY - MIAMI - RIVER

HARVARD - LAW

BRINGING - 2 - COURT - THE - WHARF - AND

TRAINS - NEXT - 2 - WALMART - EXIT

NORTHSIDE - BOTH - BUSINESS AND

MIAMI - POLICE - VIOLATED - FL LAW - DAILY

BUSINESSES

ANY - LOUD - NOISE - COMING - OUT

$1,000 - MAX - $5,000 - THE - WHARF

DID - THAT - NO - FINES - GIVEN YES

MIAMI - POLICE - MALES - JUST

STOOD - THERE - DOING - NOTHING

MAX - OF - $15,000

HARVARD - LAW - FINING - THEM

DAILY - THEIR - OPENING HOURS

ONLY - HOMELESS - LOOSERS

WAY - 2 - GET - RID - OF - THEM

GO - 2 - LITTLE - HAVANA

MALE - PINOY - BORN - IN - USA

MORE - SPANISH - AND CHINESE

HARRASSED - ME

SAID - ‘CALL - YOURSELF PINOY’

CALL - YOURSELF - MAN - BORN

IN - PHILIPPINES

THEN - GOT - HIS - CIGARETTE

AND - PUT - HOLE - ON - MY YES

SMALL - BAGS - INSIDE - ROSS

DRESS - 4 - LESS

POLICE - TOLD - ME - A - MAN

WAS - KNIFED - FINDING HIM

PROBABLY - HIM

I - SCREAMED - NO - MAN

HELPED - ME - LOTS OF CARS

BUSINESS - OPEN - DIDN’T

HELP - ME

2ND - AMENDMENT

SHOOTING - HIS - THIGHS 

BUTTOCK - APPENDIX WAS

SOLUTION

BIBLE - KOREAN - GIRLS

‘THOSE - WHO - ENDURE - 2 - THE 

END - WILL - INHERIT - ALL THINGS’

2% - ASIANS - IN - MIAMI

KOREAN - BORN - IN - MIAMI - BAD

NEWS - NO - BRA - THEIR - ‘N’ - YES

SHOWING - ILLEGAL

NO - POLICE - GAVE - HER - TICKET

INDECENT - EXPOSURE

$800 - NAKED - BUTTS - SPRING

BREAK

TRAINS - SUPERNATURAL - SOUNDS

EXTREMELY - LOUD - EVERY - HOUR

$15,000 - MAX - FINE - EACH - TRIP

HARVARD - LAW - GIVING - THEM

WHAT - ARE - THEY - TRANSPORTING

CHEAPER - WITH - UPS - FEDEX - TO

TRANSPORT

HARVARD - LAW

CRIMINAL - CHARGES - $15,000 - PER

HOUR - LOUDEST - SOUNDS

WE’RE - DISAPPEARING - THESE 

TRAINS - 1 MIN - TOKYO - MALE

SCIENTISTS - BRINGING - BACK

TRAINS - DEFEATING - $$$$ - EXTREME

PRICES - AMTRACK

BRIGHTLINE - THEIR - TRAINS - ALSO

SLIGHTLY - EXPENSIVE

WEST - PALM - BEACH

ORLANDO - FLORIDA 2

BUYING - THOSE - TRAIN - RAILROADS

YOU - KNOW - METRORAIL - $2.25 - EA

WAY - IT - STOPS - IN - FRONT - OF

WALMART - BUYING - THAT - WALMART

DISAPPEAR - 1 MIN

3 FLOORS - BUFFET - UNLIMITED - FREE

ESCALATORS - MAKE - THAT - 5 FLOORS

BUYING - THAT - ROSS DRESS - 4 - LESS

DD’s - DISCOUNTS - BUYING - THAT ALSO

THE - TRAIN - ENDS - THERE

THE - TREES - AREA - MAKING - WERE 2

WAIT - AIR CONDITIONED - CAFES - LIKE

FREE - FOOD - AS - THEY - WAIT - 4 - THE

NEW - FASTER - THAN - BULLET - TRAINS

EUROPEAN

CALLING - THOSE - TRAINS

ITZY - HELLO KITTY

AESPA - CHARLIE - BROWN

BARBIE - WORLD

KIDS - FREE - SENIORS - FREE - MILITARY

WORLD - LOCAL - FREE

AGAIN - 1ST - AMENDMENT

‘FREE EXERCISE - THEREOF OF RELIGION’

APP - SPEAK - TONGUES - 2 - ACCESS

APP - SCHEDULES

TICKETS 

AGE 13 - 17

$0.10 - DIME

AGE 18 - 25

$0.25 - QUARTER

AGE 26 - 45

$0.35 

AGE 46 - 64

$0.45

SENIORS - AGE 65 - AND - OLDER

ITZY - HELLO KITTY - GROCERY

AND - SHOPS - CAFES OTHERS

ABOVE - WITH - HUGE - PROMO

KOREAN - ASIAN - STARS

PROMOTING - PRODUCTS THAT

WORK - AND - LIKE - YES STYLE

ITZY - COSMETICS - SKIN CARE

MEMBERSHIP - FREE - 2 - GET

DISCOUNTS - REGISTER THEIR

SKIN - COLOR - CONDITION

SUPER - DRY - SUPER - OILY

ITZY - HELLO - KITTY - BEAUTY

SALON - 24/7 - DAILY - HOLIDAYS

DEADLY - HURRICANES ALWAYS

OPEN - LOVE ALEXANDRA OLSEN

ALEX - ADORED - FULL - SCALP

TREATMENT - WE - WILL - OFFER

THAT - SO - PRACTICING - WITH

MY - SMALL - PINK - 4 - TABLET

ELEVATION - OF - 5.7 INCH BUT

SLANTED - HP - LAPTOP - 14 IN

IT - FEELS - GOOD - I - WANT - 2

TYPE - MORE

ABOUT - THE - MAGNETIC STICK

I - FEEL - THAT’s - WHEN U HATE

YOUR - LAPTOP - HATE - YOUR

SMARTPHONE - MY ROSE GOLD

HP - 14 INCH - WHEN - MAKING

MORE - MONEY - 4 - PERSONAL

BUSINESS - USE - OVER - $329

THOUGHT - OF - ANYTHING YES

STUCK - 2 - IT - UNTHINKABLE

ALSO - MY - EXPENSIVE - YES

ANDROID 14 - SAMSUNG GALAXY

ULTRA - S PEN - JUST - STICKING

ANYTHING 2 - MAKE MAGNETIC 2

APPALING - NO - WAY - OTHER

BENDABLE - GADGET - 4 - TEL - 2

GOOD - ENOUGH - OVER - $16

LIKE - THE - FEEL OF ELEVATED

VERY - NICE - BECAUSE - JUST

REGULAR - LAPTOP - TYPING AT

MY - HUGE - LENGTH - LIKE - YES

VELOUR - ACTUALLY - HURTING

MY - WRIST - BECAUSE ITS TRUE

ON - THE - LAPTOP - EDGE - THE

ONLY - PLACE - IT - CAN - BE

SO - WRIST - HURTS - MAJOR

I - CAN - ANGLE - IT - SO NOW

MY - ARMS - ARE - AT - VELOUR

PURPLISH - FEELS - BETTER

BUT - MY - WRIST - STILL YES

HITS - THE - LAPTOP - NOW MY

ARMS - ARE - SLIGHTLY - TIRED

SO - SILVER - CHEAPEST - YES

LAPTOP - STAND - 5.7 INCHES

BUT - SLANTED - WILL - WORK

OTHERS - USING - ANOTHER

KEYBOARD - ART - TABLET 2

DRAW - THE - LOWER BACK

DOES - HURT - EASY - 2 YES

ASSEMBLE - MANY - WAYS 2

ADJUST - BUT - I - LIKE - THE

COMPATIBLE - KEYBOARD - 2

DOES - BUY - THE - MAGNET

STICK - WHEN - U - HATE YES

BOTH - LAPTOP - SMARTPHONE

AMAZON - PRIME - ENJOY - HUB

LOCKER - AMAZING - PRICES - 2

[imtheghostinsidemyhead]

my DID story p.1

my feeling of being conflicted and not in my own life started very young. i would always forget who i am, what i like, and how i like to dress. sometimes i'd be this eccentric extroverted girl who was goofy and silly and other times i'd feel like i was an imposter. like my life wasn't my own. i never thought about this too deeply, i tried not to think about it. but when i first started realizing i was gay i could feel two parts of myself fighting for dominance, one side of me that wanted to be suave and romantic (sorry i'm writing this haha) and another that wanted to do anything she could for others. the host hated herself from a young age, but she had no privacy to exist. she blacked out all her traumatic memories of being bullied (probably more but its blank) after awhile she decided to repress all of her feelings. she didn't want to be gay. so she locked that part of herself away. but i could still scream, so i told her that she was living a lie and tried to convince her to stop. but she was a coward, only wanting to hide in the shadows. i was trapped in the recesses of my mind, i felt like i was locked up on a different planet. after awhile she felt like an intruder in her own life, she started acting different. talking different. dressing different. all of a sudden instead of being a weird grunge lesbian we were a pink hello kitty themed bimbo. i'm not sure if my ex's suggestion made us chose this form, probably. but it was hell. for the sake of anonymity i'll call her the doll. the doll was too kind, too soft spoken. she never spoke her mind, she lived in a fantasy world of her own making. needing the approval and attention of others at all times. she would only wear skirts and she needed EVERYTHING to be pink. her concept of her own reality was cracked. she was a doll, a living doll. i felt trapped and alone when she went away. around the time we first had sex it was my turn. i felt miserable, nothing in my life was my own. i was living in the skin of a grimy and greasy doll. i knew the truth, i knew i was living a lie. i knew i was gay, i tried to call out for help but not in the ways that counted. i wanted to die. i would go to work an feel like everything in my life was a horrible lie. and i was right. but then i was suddenly ok with it again, i continued with my relationship when the thought of leaving it got too scary and real. i had no control over my actions. after i got away from it all (ran away from my life to the woods) i got a lot of time alone, 10 whole months. at times i had a feeling i had DID. i would look back at photos and feel like i've never seen that girl before, like she was an entirely new person. the host ended up finding herself there, creating her own instinct identity away from the doll. she didn't know about me yet, but she was getting close. she still felt conflicted in her soul, because sometimes she just wanted to be an emo boy. all i could do was listen to emo music and write dark poems about a conflicted sense of soul. my notes app full of clues. i had a friend that i liked but it was weird, i only occasionally liked them in a sexual way. most of the time it was lovey dovey maybe we'll hold hands. but at times it was like their was a second person inside of her head. someone less respectful, someone she'd felt before. i never did anything, i was just less respectful than the kindest person on earth. she reached out to this friend in a moment of panic, telling them that she thought she had multiple personalities and the friend called her crazy. she decided to continue repressing this feeling, that friend was smarter than her anyways. as time went on i acknowledged the fact that i had dissociation and identity issues, i was in a state of total dissociation for years as the doll. but i chalked it up to bpd and too much alone time. but about a month ago i moved to a group home and it's gotten stronger. without that time alone and the space to exist without judgement i've noticed more. i am not one person, i am three distinct selves.

[plush-rabbit]

Satan with a S/O who has Anger Issues

Request: Hello :D could you make some headcanons of Satan (obey me!) with an MC that looks happy and cheerful most of the time, and is friendly to everyone, but has this really dark aura of anger that only he can see?

Like, MC that likes to wear cute stuff, Hello Kitty accessories, skirts and dresses, but has really bad anger issues that she tries really hard to mask.

Thanks a lot ~♡

A/N: I love the inclusion of (obey me) because it feels like I just write for like a different Satan or something lmao

-

The first time that Satan meets you, he can tell what sin it is that affects you the most, however, you try to hide it, wrath affects all, even the most peaceful of minds. Sure, you’re bright and pink, dressed with frills and lace that has his brother complimenting you, but even with the cute cat accessories, it doesn’t hide who you truly are to him. You’re furious, vengeful and so cheerful that it has him introducing himself to you with a handshake.

There’s a curious part of him that wants to see you angry, more than the annoyance of your snack being gone, or failing a test. At certain times, he can feel your anger. When a teacher reprimands you for sleeping during class, he can feel just how angry you are, how you clench your jaw and roll your eyes. His personal favorite is when Lucifer is the one that chides you. He can feel your anger, that desperate urge to just scream at him. He sees it in the way that you narrow your eyes, how your nails embed themselves into your palms, and how you hold yourself- scrunching in on yourself like a child who can’t fight back and the sad part is, is that’s the truth of you. Perhaps not the child part, but the mere fact that you cannot fight back because you are such a delicate, little thing compared to a demon.

You’re pleasant to be around. Sure, you draw attention to yourself with the way that you dress, but you don’t seem to mind and so he doesn’t either. However, there are moments where you slip. Where you lose in a game and you curse, your hands flexing, fingers turning into claws and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself. The third-born, of course, refers to it as “gamer rage” but it’s more than that. You don’t want to lose, you can’t stand it. The humiliation, the lack of luck or knowledge, it’s something that you hate with such a passion that it has Wrath smiling in secret.

Your cheerful personality slips at times. It goes further than the annoyed look or the anger that festers inside of you, it slips through the cracks and it shows, and fuck, it’s intoxicating. To his surprise and entertainment, it’s towards Lucifer that you crack with the most. He can see your smile twitch, how it falls and he wants to press further, to corrupt your already angered soul and make you act out on it, but he can’t. You’ve already confessed to him how Lucifer has threatened you and that you’re sure he’s only a few snaps away from acting on said threats.

In all honesty, he forms such a sick obsession with you. He isn’t sure what it is, but your anger, your wrath, is intoxicating. He’s felt all sorts of anger- vengeance, guilt, blind rage, the anger against authority, but it isn’t like yours. Yours is so much sweeter and whether it's because of your choice of outfits or because he’s gotten to know you personally, it's changed something in him.

He seeks you out more and more, constantly wanting you to stick by him and it’s both for you and for him. It’s selfish for him to hoard all your time but at the same time, it’s only him who can sense your wrath, to feel that scorching urge to break something. However, he’s also the one who fuels it. He’s the one holding your hand and telling you that some lesser demon shouldn’t be talking to you like that. You’re a human, a rarity and a prized thing in the eyes of royalty, and how dare some lesser form than you give you a look of disgust. He’s the one corrupting you and letting you scream into a pillow as he rubs your back soothingly.

Very rarely, will he let you go out on your own. He can already feel your rage without having to be near you and he’s sure the others will start to catch on as well. Plus, he likes it when your attention is on him and only him. It gives him a different feeling other than wrath. However, if you do go out on your own, he also fears that you will act on your rage, and if he isn’t around, he is uncertain of the consequence that will follow whether it be on you or on the demon that was the one to ignite you.

Of course, he won’t ever admit out loud, but he does worry. He keeps tabs over you, making sure that if you want to go somewhere without him, you have someone with you and he prefers that it’s an angel, something pure to keep your emotions in check. He knows rage, it’s what made him, and while his sin can be controlled, he knows that his own temptations have been festering inside of you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him, he wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt that comes from it.

Oddly enough, he relies on you as much as you rely on him. You know that you can go to him with your anger because that is who he is, that is what his sin is. You can rant and he’ll listen and validate your feelings. And with you, you’ll always validate him, you’ll listen and make the perfect audience for him. You get the pleasure of being his, where he can act as something more, where he is the most important person in your life. You allow him to be something else. You don’t press, you listen and despite your anger, you are a soothing presence, because he doesn’t have to clean up a mess with you. It’s selfish on both ends, but it works.

If you do ever decide to let something break beneath your hands, he’s always there to fix you up. He’s a demon with a wide range of knowledge, he’s learned a healing spell here or there at some point. Your knuckles will be bloody and he'll be the one to whisper above them, his breath cool over your wounds as the skin slowly stitches over and dried blood is the only evidence that you had ever broken your skin. It’s these few moments that you start to see him, someone trying so desperately to act out of their nature, to be so soothing and careful as if you were glass and a chill will run down your spine because to him you are glass; he could break you if he wanted to and yet, he chooses to heal you and smile so sweetly that you forget your anger for a moment. And for that split second where his eyes land on yours, Satan can feel his wrath simmer to a low flame, and yours follows suit as you thank him, your hand still held by his.

[mypoisonedvine]

for the sleepover yandere prompts - 💫 + ddlg + sonophilia

💫- "Stay still! You don't want to make me angry"

I'm doing this one with jefferson because he has been living in my head rent free lately; noncon under the cut, also watch out for forced age regression, some degradation, a slap, and drugging (via needle)

He watched as you started to slowly wake up, his eyes trailing over your innocent face as you started to realize what was happening.

He'd already taken the liberty to dress you up, and the frilly pink gown looked so good on you he could hardly stand it. God, how he wanted to just rip you apart... but not yet.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he cooed as you started to wiggle against the restraints that kept your wrists bound above your head. It wasn't exactly morning yet, it was still a few hours until sunrise, but his point was made anyway.

Just as you started to open your mouth to scream, he clamped his hand down over it.

"Shh, no need to get fussy," he whispered, "the fun is only just starting."

He gave you a pacifier gag to make sure you'd stay quiet, and finally his hands were free to touch you as he pleased. At first he just took his time, feeling the warmth of your skin through the pretty dress he'd put you in, but when he suddenly groped your tits you whined and tried to turn your body away.

"What's got you all squirmy, huh?" he asked playfully. "You gotta stay still, babydoll..."

But then he tried to tweak your hardening nipples through the lace and you did it again, making him get more stern.

"Stay still, damn it! You don't want me to get angry," he warned.

He sighed as he looked down at your face, twisted in fear-- you were clearly scared and he regretted getting a little too aggressive.

"I'm sorry for cursing at you, it's just important that you follow the rules, okay? I don't want to punish you, but I will if I have to," he explained. You nodded slightly and he smiled. "I knew you could be a good girl."

Finally you let him play with your tits uninterrupted, and each time you shivered when he pinched your nipples, his cock throbbed against his trousers like it was trying to break out.

After a few more minutes of that, he let his hands move lower as they started to push up your skirt and tickle your thighs. There was already a wet patch on the panties he'd given you, and he drank in the sight with a hungry grin.

"Oh, you really want it, don't you babydoll?" he purred. But when he went to rub your swollen button through the fabric, you twisted your hips away again; he instantly spanked your thigh as you yelped around the gag. "I said, say still!" he warned again, but you didn't listen, thrashing and crying anyways

He sighed with disappointment, pulling back to reach into his bag. "Well, since you wanna be a brat, I think we're gonna have to give you a little extra help being a good girl tonight."

You instantly started to tug at the ropes harder when you saw the syringe, watery eyes going wide, and he laughed. "Don't act so surprised, you should know this is what happens to bad little girls-- now hold still or this is gonna hurt a lot worse."

He used one hand to hold your jaw and keep your neck exposed so he could prick you, the solution taking effect instantly as he felt your body go limp beneath him.

"There you go, just relax baby... now you really are like my babydoll, can't move at all, can't do anything except blink those pretty eyes at me."

But that wasn't totally true: you could still cry, warm tears streaking down your temples as he looked down at you proudly.

"This formula is extra special because it keeps you from moving but doesn't stop you from feeling anything," he explained as he placed a pink hello kitty bandaid on the needle wound. "I made it just for you, I can't have my baby all numb for our first time together..."

Finally, with your body not only pliant but soaking wet, he could pull your panties down and spread your legs, admiring the bounty before him. "Waited so long for this," he admitted with a groan. "Waited to find the perfect girl to make into my pretty little baby... waited for the right time to make you mine..."

He positioned his swollen head at your opening, spreading your slick over himself with a sigh. "And now you're finally my babydoll, forever."

He pushed into you and even though you couldn't cry out, he could see the pain in your eyes.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," he hissed. "No wonder it hurts, baby, don't worry, it's gonna feel so good in a minute..."

As much as it would've been the gentlemanly thing to do to slow down and give you time to adjust, he just couldn't help himself, already thrusting into you faster than he meant to. Your body rocked beneath him with every thrust, those precious tits bouncing perfectly-- especially when he tore your dress down to free them.

"Oh god, that's it, that's my pretty girl... fuck, taking Daddy so good, huh? Squeezing Daddy's cock nice and tight for me?"

He almost heard you make a little noise behind the paci, and he smiled, knowing the drug made it pretty hard to speak.

"Aw, are you trying to say something, babydoll?" He slapped you across the face instantly, growling through his teeth. "Shut the fuck up. Fucktoys don't talk."

He pinned you down to start thrusting faster and harder, already so close to his peak and needing nothing more than to fill you with his seed.

"M'gonna come," he slurred breathlessly, "this tight little cunt is gonna make me come, babydoll..."

It was only a few more erratic thrusts that sent him over the edge, your walls milking every drop from his sensitive, softening cock.

He sighed and slumped down on top of you, kissing the tears away from your face before he freed you from the gag (since you couldn't talk anyways) and kissed your slack, motionless lips.

"My beautiful babydoll..." he whispered against your ear. "I'm gonna play with you all the time, sweet little girl... Daddy's gonna fill all your holes."

[matchamorphosis]

MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

[sparetimeimagines]

So I don’t know if anyone has requested this or not but I would love a yandere light x shy virgin Christian reader nsfw oneshot ? if you don’t feel comfortable with writing religion with  Christianity that’s okay can make a her a Kira worshipper instead ? that’s all have a good day :)

More | Light Yagami

tags; yandere, virgin!reader, smut, angst, fear, noncon

Masterlist

“Darling, where did you run off to?” His voice echos along the apartment, red lights confusing your eyes with total darkness.

A lost transaction, no one knew where you were.

But he did.

Pictures of you littered the lot. Hair up, hair down. Church dress, sports shorts with the sewer in bloomers. He had a variety to be smitten over.

Your heart beats wildly against your chest, the new reality setting in.

“Where am I? Who brought me here?” You whisper amongst yourself, the dark furniture placed strategically as a decoy, an object to get in your way.

“There you are.” The hands grab you from behind, tossing you on the ground.

Kicking and screaming, he’s avoiding that with his waist on your legs. You push away at him, scratching his arms as he laughs.

“Scream all you want, my Dear, this place is sound proof.”

Sound proof. Sound. Proof. He’s not even trying to silence you.

“Finally. Lovely voice by the way. Honest. Those years in the choir, fantastic.” He claps his hands together. “But now, let’s get acquainted shall we? I’m Kira, and you’re my Darling.”

Your lips begin moving silently with your eyes shut, a prayer.

“Pray to your God. Your God, ha! I am your God! You worship me now.” His face runs along your hair, pulling each lock into his face with a deep inhale. He shudders taking you in. “Talk to me, Precious, don’t be shy.” He smirks watching you from under his body. Wrists pinned with his palms, he soaks in the fear from your eyes.

Your eyes shoot open realizing he hasn’t stopped watching you.

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He pats your hair down, his hands slowly moving along your body, the lumps and curves on you, he takes his time.

“So firm. Yet so soft.” He grasps each mound, his fingers massaging them out of curiosity.

A quiet mule, is it fear or arousal, slips from your mouth.

The ends of his curl up, reaching for your nipple but stops. Instead, he looks into your eyes, the red hue casted by the light heightening his senses but dimming yours.

“So sweet. Watching me... you want me to touch you, don’t you?”

His perfectly straight teeth glow with the light. His fingers travel south to your navel, he lifting the soft cotton fabric of your dress over your hips, falling just below your ribs.

“Your skin... it’s so soft... and this fear in your eyes, you’re ravishing.”

He inhales deeply, the fear making him hard through his slacks. He pets your arms, smooth skin connecting at your core as you’re paralyzed in fear.

He kisses your stomach, fluttering around your pure coat without a scar in place.

“Hmmmph. Oh my. My my my. What do we have here?” He purrs in delight, letting his finger hover over you. His fingers traced your structure, when finally he comes in contact with a soft pink bow attached to your panty line.

“You’re drenched, Dear. Practically soaking yourself and I haven’t even touched you yet.” His head dips to your clothed core, taking in your smell, your scent. “I’m salivating.”

His eyes watch yours, he watching how they grow in fear as he admires your body.

“Sweet church girls, you’re always so fun. With your pretty dresses and pure pink panties... the littlest things excite you.”

The wet spot on your slit slowly grows and he smirks. He actually smirks.

A hard swallow and he’s sitting up between your legs.

“Nobody’s touched you before have they?” He inhales your scent, tracing your legs down to your feet, with his lips trailing your ankle.

“So pure, sweet perfection, you’re exactly what I wanted.”

Your ankle in his lips, he gets the perfect few of your drenched, untouched kitty.

A deep inhale through his teeth, he recovers your face, his lips trailing your cheek, when he finally reaches your lips. He bites your lips, piercing you for your blood.

You finally let out a cry, peaking his arousal. His attention is stolen.

“Talk to me.” He moans, the touch of blood on his finger tip, smearing down your chin.

“Stop touching me.” You hiss with a stutter, an unusual combination merely heightening his senses.

“You’re just so cute.” He hums kissing you. “I don’t think I will ever stop.”

He pulls a knife from his pocket. “I want more.” He dissects your dress, the straps peeling off your shoulders. “More.” The less clothing supporting your innocence, the larger his smile, smirk, snarl grows across his lips.

“Intoxicating.” He smells your clothing, returning to your breast, those nipples he avoided earlier - he wants them between his teeth. He bares down with the sensitive bud pinching, a cry signaling him like the beast’s call. “Yes. More.” He takes your breast into his mouth whole, his needy fingers scavenging other noises, excited to discover new traits of you.

Your hand collides with his face stunning him to a halt.

“Did... did you just hit me? Did YOU just hit ME?” He cocks his head in your direction, his free hand tracing your neck. “How dare you?! I am your God! You worship me! Your body represents me! Your blood is mine!” He squeezes your neck, forcing the last bit of air from your lungs before his fingers trace your folds from the outside of your panties.

Feet flailing the best you can, it’s no use against him.

“Pretty. Little. Virgin.” He pets you, allowing you to breathe as a gift. You gasp against the ground, breasts swaying with each cycle. “You were made for me.” He whispers spreading your legs to help himself.

“Oh for you to see such a sight, Darling. You’re soiling yourself here. You keep yourself from me whilst silencing your tongue, and yet here you are body betraying you, soaked your panties to your skin. You’re begging me touch you.”

His eyes watch you closely in the red light, you following him like a map. Your throat being choked by your heart interrupting your thoughts.

This mental conflict.

This struggle you hold in your chest. You shouldn’t want this. You must behave -remain pure- and yet here you are spread for his desires.

His devilishly handsome looks should have been the first warning sign. There is no way anyone would be as handsome as he and still have wholesome motives.

“No one will ever love you as much as me, Darling.” He toys with your panty line. “Just let me adore you.”

Your body disobeys you, instead of closing, shutting him out, they move with him, hungry for his touch.

“Good girl, Darling.” He hums, smelling your scent once more. “Show me what’s mine.” He stares you down, waiting for a reaction. “Unwrap my present.”

He followed you home. It was a quiet Wednesday, the weather a perfect sixty-eight degrees. A perfect afternoon to walk home for the both of you. Except, you never went home, well from your perspective... however for Light, you were home. You were exactly where you needed to be, and he was never going to let you leave. All you needed was right here; and all you needed was Light.

Your fingers tremble from your sides.

You knew better than to run.

He would just catch you, like he had earlier.

“Go on.” He pats your leg, gesturing for his prize to be revealed.

Your fingers dipped into your thin fabric, letting it expose you inch by inch, past your knees until finally they’re off in your fingers.

“Now give them to me.”

Your hand shakes as you slowly hand them to Light, unsure of what he’ll do with them.

“Your smell... this fear and what’s this... desire? Do I smell you wanting me? Does my Darling desire me? Do you want me to touch you? Because these folds, your precious pretty pussy is begging for my attention. You’re adoring this, aren’t you?”

You’re confused by your body’s betrayal. How can you be aroused by such a character? A psychopath? A handsome sociopath.

“Darling. You belong to me. I’ll take care of you and you’ll be so perfect.”

“I-I want to go home.”

“Why would you want to go home? No one is there. No one is looking for you. No one will love you there as much as I love you here.” The back of his hand caresses you tenderly. “You’ll stay here.”

His eyes shoot up as you whilst the warmth of his fingers radiates around your virgin cunt.

Untouched property. Unclaimed land. You are his undiscovered treasure, and yes, he will hide you from everyone.

“Just let me show you how good it feels to be loved.” He pets your outer folds. “See, your soft skin against my skin. This is nice.” He strokes you multiple times, your heats dripping with arousal.

“Darling darling, you’re making a mess.” He leans down into your sobbing cunt, letting his tongue feel your sensitive folds.

You twitch below his touch, your body rising with his touch and a sharp breath is forced from your lungs.

“Mmm you love this. Look at how you purr. You’re body adores this.” He hums against your clit.

Your palms sweat at your sides. How are you supposed to react? This isn’t natural right? You’re not supposed to be this aroused?

His tongue traced up and down your slit, slurping your excessive slick dressing his face.

“My goodness.” He moans. “I haven’t done anything yet.” His tongue circles to your clit, forcing your hips to involuntarily gravity into his face once more, you hands grasping his hair for the first time. “Oh my Darling. Yes, touch me.”

He laps you, which feels like an eternity, feeling your body in new ways. Sensations you’ve never felt. You feel guilty, but the pleasure is overpowering your senses. The fire in your chest, your core, deep in the pit of your stomach, it’s burning and you want more.

“Do you want more Darling? I know you want to make me happy.” He look up from you, slick over his lips as he licks them.

You head keeps telling you no. You shouldn’t. You should wait. This isn’t pure.

But it feels so good. You want more. You want more!

You arch your hips against him and he chuckles.

“Tell me Darling. I need to hear how your body belongs to me.” He traces your slick around the entices but eyes you. “Tell me. Use your words, so I can worship your body.”

Is this right?

“I- I...” you fight yourself feeling him below. “Want more.” You moan with panted breaths and he allows himself between your tight folds.

“Oh my Goodness.” He inserts a single finger. “You’re so tight, Darling.”

Your breath is caught in your chest and you stare at the ceiling. His pressure... a good kind of pressure, you think. Your body acts so involuntary with his.

Legs spread, feeling him shift his fingers into your tight hole, a burning sensation building from within.

“You’re so pure. Letting me destroy you’re pure essence... tainting you for my existence... my my my.” He kisses your clit, the sensations mixing a concoction for your eyes to roll backwards into your head.

“Darling... you’ll only stay pure if you stay with me. You’ll only be good if you stay with me. You will only be here for me. You’ll only exist for me.” He pumps his finger inside your tight walls, the flesh kissing his skin with your slick. “Do you understand?”

He stops to watch you, a whimper leaving your mouth and he chuckles. “You will never leave this house. You will only exist for me.”

He eyes you, the red light intensifying the moment as he fucks you with his finger, on the floor, setting the rules you will obey. He’s not asking for your agreement.

No.

He’s telling you how it’s going to be.

You nod and he shoves another finger into your tight hole, too much for you to handle.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Kira.”

You moan from the burn. Too much going on for you. The overstimulation of your cunt. The stretch of your walls inviting a new sensation.

“Perfect, because we’ll need plenty of time to get you ready for me.”

[iamfruitie]

In Too Deep Chapter 5

Dino-Nuggies

Mad blinked and Mare was gone again, not going far, just next to him with a big smile on his face. Mare started to drum at Mad’s stomach with a laugh.

“Time to eat!” He shouted before grabbing Mad and yanking him up to his feet. 

“Wait, I-” Mad stumbled a little, getting a dizzying rush in his head. Mare caught him, holding him against his chest

“Oh yeah, you might need a second for the blood to come back up to your brain.” Mare laughed. 

“I have lost track of everything happening to me.” Mad groaned, hiding his face in Mare’s chest. Mare smiled and looked down at him, finding the action to be adorable. He caught himself and shook his head. 

“You’ll get it eventually.” Mare ruffled Mad’s hair with both hands. “Now, where’s your kitchen? You gotta fuel up after what I’ve done to you. The blood-drinking and amazing make-out can take out a lot of a Human.”

“It’s mostly the blood-drinking that would cause a problem.” Mad started to pull away but Mare kept his hold, moving him so that he could grab his chin and tilt his head up.

“Are you saying my kisses weren’t enough~” Mare had a playful smirk. “I am more than willing to throw you back on that bed and make your head spin with just my mouth.” 

“Y-You’d…I-I-” Mad could only stammer. 

“But we’ll save that for later.” Mare let Mad go and took a step back. “Now, you gotta feed yourself.” Mad took a second to put his brain back and then heard and felt his stomach rumble. 

“Food does sound good.” He commented and started walking, knowing Mare was likely going to just follow him. 

Mad was correct as Mare just casually strolled behind him, looking around the overly fancy mansion. Mare noted how it really didn’t look like Mad’s style. Mad appeared to dress for comfort and everything about this place screamed the opposite. Must be family money that got him this, perhaps passed down through the generations. He also tried to remember the layout as much as he could, at least enough that he could move around on his own and not get terribly lost. He could always ‘poof’ himself back to the lab or bedroom, but he liked knowing how to move around on his own. Fully relying on someone else was always dangerous. 

Mare hummed when they made it to the kitchen, it being just as over the top as the rest of the home. He was curious about what exotic meal Mad was going to make himself. There were home-grown seasonings around the kitchen as well, and so many wonderful ingredients to work with. 

“Hi, Al.” Mad greeted and that snapped Mare’s attention to where Mad was looking. 

“Al?” Mare made a face when he saw a little gray cat with white paws and a pink nose glaring at him from the table. Mad made his way into the freezer as Al and Mare looked at each other. Al flared his nose and then hissed and Mare hissed right back at him. 

“Did you just hiss at my cat?” Mad asked, pulling out a bag. 

“He started it,” Mare grumbled and went to the other side of the table, leaning against it. His pout went away when Mad giggled, it was a soft little thing, face scrunching up a bit from it. How could a human be this cute? It shouldn’t be allowed. 

“He’s just a little protective.” Mad scratched under Al’s chin, getting the kitty to purr. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Mare rolled his eyes and when Mad turned away to get some scissors for the bag he grabbed he looked at Al and mouthed ‘I’m gonna fuck your dad’ at him. Al just hissed again and jumped off of the table, leaving the room. “Ha ha, I won,” Mare said in a whisper towards the cat. “What are you making?” Mare asked, his attention back to Mad. 

“Dino-nuggies,” Mad answered in a matter-of-fact tone as he poured the now open bag’s contents into an air frying. 

“What?” Mare let out a little laugh of disbelief. “You’re kidding? Oh my God!” Mare bent over from his laughing. “That is the cutest fucking thing ever!” 

“It’s not cute, that’s what they are called.” Mad turned the air fryer on. 

“Called that or not, you got fucking dino-nuggies. How are you this goddamn cute?”

“Stop calling me cute.” Mad huffed and went over to the table as well, crawling up on it and sitting on the edge of it. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite out of it.

“But Madsy.” Mare flipped himself over, hands going to Mad’s knees and spreading his legs apart, stepping to put himself between them. “I have to call you what you are, just like how you call your excuse of a meal, dino-nuggies.” 

“Firstly; you said to feed myself, didn’t go into specifics, and second; I am not cute. I have cut open living beings to see how their hearts beat.” Mad added to his last part by thumping Mare’s chest with the unbitten part of his apple.

“You don’t want to hear about the things I have done to others.” Mare hummed, looking down at the apple before back up at Mad. 

“Maybe I do.” Mad raised a brow.

“Oh?” Mare chuckled and leaned in a little closer. “You want to hear all about how I use my vampire abilities to tear people apart with my bare hands?” 

“Yes,” Mad answered bluntly. “You clearly work with or for someone.” 

That got Mare to freeze.

“Excuse?” 

“You stole my acid. You had knowledge of my home, what I had inside of my home, and took it somewhere. You seem like the kind of person to brag about what you’ve done, to tell me what exactly you did with what you stole but nothing ever came up from it.” Mad had a little smug look on his face. “You’re not alone. There are others. You-” Mad was cut off by Mare kissing him. It was the first thing he thought of to get Mad to shut up.

“If you know what’s good for you. You’ll stop right there. Do not look more into that.” Mare wrapped an arm around Mad’s waist pulling him in even closer. “You are studying me and me alone. Am I clear?” He lowered his voice at the last part, it coming out as a growl. 

“Y-Yes.” Mad was blushing from Mare’s words, voice and actions. 

“Good boy.”  

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[starsfic]

10 Different Happenings: Long Xiaojiao

Summary: In different worlds, there are different what-ifs.

Here’s ten what-ifs for Long Xiaojiao.

(Notes: 1 is from @purble-turble’s Time Travel AU, 3 is from @cassidyisnowdrawing’s Swap AU, 4 is also a swap au from @strange-lace, 6 is from @winterpower98′s intro for Zan, 8 is a hc that @vegalocity had for my DND AU, and 9 is from @kitkat1003′s possessed MK au.)

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1.

Xiaojiao had calmly been going about her business.

Well, calmly wasn’t the best descriptor. She was practicing for her new race, which was just zooming up and down the marked practice paths. Usually, Tang or Xiaotian would come to cheer her on. But something had blown up at the noodleshop that required Xiaotian and Red’s help and Tang was on standby in case an ambulance was needed.

Also to steal what noodles he could.

Leaving Xiaojiao to zoom back and forth alone.

Eventually, she called it a day. She should head to the shop to see if they needed help. Slowing down, Xiaojiao headed off the street. It was a smaller side street, empty of people. Like a good driver, she waited for a minute just in case some traffic popped up.

And then someone grabbed her collar and threw her into a wall.

Too startled to react, Xiaojiao felt her suit slip off. “Well, well, well...” The familiar voice made her crane her head up. “It looks like I found a poisonous little dragon.”

It was Red.

But not Red.

Unlike Xiaotian, Xiaojiao hadn’t heard much about Red’s travels through time. She knew there was a lot of timelines. She knew Red usually clung to Xiaotian after he got back. And she knew that it had all started when Red decided to not betray his boyfriend after...

King Red.

This must be him, from what little she heard. 

Fine robes, long wild hair, and a maniacal gleam in his eyes that told her he absolutely wanted to break her neck.

Xiaojiao attempted to get to her feet. Her stomach twisted and her head felt dizzy. “You know,” the king said as she tried to push through what was most certainly a concussion. “I was hoping to kill that weak little version of me. Or to check in on my poor darling.” The last word was panted out and she could almost see the lust radiating off the word.

She fought back a shiver of disgust as she finally got to her feet. She pulled out her sword. The king hummed.

“But you’ll do.”

2.

“Hey, Xiaojiao-” Xiaotian froze when he came into the room.

General Ironclad was running out of the hall. Away from the crashed motorcycle.

Away from Xiaojiao’s still body.

3.

“Hey, Green, have you seen-” Xiaojiao had entered the room to look for something.

Any thought escaped her mind when her best friend gasped and she got a proper look at him. “XIAOJIAO!” Green shrieked. “I told you to knock!” 

His face was bright red. His ponytail was three inches from falling out and his jacket was halfway off his shoulders, one side of his sweater’s collar pulled down. The biggest giveaway however was the distinctive red makeup smeared on his face and the smoke trailing from his lips.

She couldn’t help her laughter.

“What?”

4.

Xiaojiao came to with a groan.

For a moment, there was nothing but ringing in her ears. Eventually, it cleared and the first thing she heard was a groan. “Green?” she managed out, sitting up. “What-”

The garden. The sweet, sweet date Xiaotian had presented them with. Just being happy together.

And then those voices.

The voices of those creepy puppet versions of them! 

“Shit.” Xiaojiao managed out, scrambling to her feet. Her sundress was ruined, that was for sure. When she managed to stand, she got a good look at the damage.

The picnic table was nothing but splinters now, that was for sure. Most of the flowers that had created their clearing and the decorations that decorated it had been shredded in clear fury. There was no sign of Xiaotian. And Green was sitting up, clearly not on the same level of awareness she was.

“C’mon,” Xiaojiao scooped up the staff. Green yelped as she yanked him up. “We gotta find them!”

Before their puppet doppelgangers did anything to Xiaotian...

5.

“Oh, c’mon!”

Xiaojiao paused at the yell. She was heading to her parents’ house to assure them that she was alright and to see if they were okay. She hadn’t had a chance to check on them since the takeover began and... they were her parents.

She glanced down the alley. A small girl- barely fourteen if anything- was glaring up at an orange cat perched on a light. Guessing by his collar, he was the girl’s cat. “Hey!” Xiaojiao called. The girl turned as she hurried up to her. “Do you need help?”

The girl smiled. “Oh, yes please!”

Eventually, the game plan was for Xiaojiao to boost the girl up. “Can you reach him?” she called down below.

The younger girl strained, reaching hopefully for the cat. “Almost! C’mon, kitty, let’s- No!” There was a groan. “He jumped away, Miss.”

“That’s okay! We can find him.” Xiaojiao helped the girl down. The two started down the alley. “Oh, it’s Long Xiaojiao by the way.”

The girl gasped, eyes sparkling. “Oh, you’re the Monkie Kid’s friend!” Xiaojiao chuckled at the excitement, feeling a burst of pride for Xiaotian’s sake. “I’m Bai He!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Bai He.” She didn’t notice the faint white mist curl around their feet, not until a burst of cold shot up her spine. “Hey-”

Then something slammed into her, crawling into her mouth. The girl screamed next to her as she gagged and choked on the mist. Whispers rolled through her mind as the cold chilled her blood. She managed to turn towards Bai He, frozen and staring at her. She managed to whisper “Run.”

The last thing she saw was Bai He scrambling down the alley with a scream of “Monkie Kid!”

6.

Xiaojiao couldn’t help but laugh as she and Xiaotian look over the small pink baby monkey. “Okay, Zan,” she couldn’t help but coo. “This is very important. Who is your favorite between us?”

She and Xiaotian shared a snicker.

Then a high, squeaky voice spoke. “Like. B-both.”

Xiaojiao blinked. Next to her, Xiaotian gaped.

“DID SHE JUST SPEAK CHINESE!?”

7.

Xiaojiao snickered at the image that popped up on her screen.

It was Red. He was dressed in gossamer fabric and lunging off a stool at Qi Xiaotian.

She couldn’t help but grin at the clear meme format.

As long as Red never found out she started it.

8.

The beer was the crappy kind, enough to get them all buzzed. The minute Xiaojiao set the twelve pack on the table, Pigsy opened his mouth. She started before he could. “So, just so we’re clear, Bai He is not allowed to touch these.”

The kid, not even paying attention, looked up. Like the good troublemaker she was, she pouted. “Aw.”

Pigsy eyed his daughter. “Bai He, you’re fourteen.”

“Still!”

Xiaojiao couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s the crappy stuff, kid.” She sat down next to her, unable to resist ruffling her hair. “I’ll taking you drinking when you’re of age and we’ll get the good stuff.”

9.

Her best friend was gone.

He wasn’t dead, at least. But still, he was gone, lost in snow and madness. She had left him behind, left him crying frozen tears. She had to, if they hadn’t left she would be like Sandy and Tang.

But, still. Xiaojiao had left Xiaotian behind.

Behind her, Pigsy and Wukong were yelling at each other.

Xiaojiao couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

10.

The room was warm, both due to the blankets and the company of her partners. Their commitment ceremony was a few hours ago, something to replace the wedding Princess Iron Fan wanted.

Xiaojiao hummed as Red’s hand gently held her shoulder, bringing her and Xiaotian close. She pressed a kiss to his hand and couldn’t help her smile as Red’s hair sparked. Xiaotian hummed contently between them and she pressed a kiss to his temple too.

Sooner or later, instincts or Iron Fan’s attempted meddling would take over and Red and Xiaotian would start trying. Her own instincts of protect, keep away enemies was already starting to eat at her- but it was Xiaotian, her best friend. Her platonic partner.

Of course she would protect him and Red.

The movie started and she settled down.

But they had time.

[majesticbrownjawn]

I was almost done writing this when I came across this post that’s a perfect for this little jawn.

Drive-Thru

Rated: NSFW 😈

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“Watch where you’re going, babe. You gone fuck my shit up.”

She’d nearly hit a stopped car in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite fast food spot. The line was wrapped around the building.

“Well that’s what you get for making me drive. You know I hate driving,” she pouted.

Erik simply raised a brow at her and pointed to the boot on his foot. He broke it trying to break her fall. He told her it wasn’t a good idea to climb her ass on the counter and stand on it to reach the top shelf of plates. But he still flew to her rescue when he saw her wobbling, not knowing the floor was wet from a glass of water she spilled on her climb up. She regained her balance before she fell but he instead cascaded to the floor with a loud thud. He hobbled on his foot for a week before she made him go to the doctor. That was yesterday.

She felt guilty about it, which is why she was the one driving and not him like always. But she didn’t have any less of an attitude about it than she normally would.

“Cool ya puss, baby...” He gripped up as much of her thigh as he could squeeze. The short, thin, baby doll dress she wore made it easy. “...before I cool it for you.”

She huffed in frustration at him telling her to chill but also because his warm, rough hands had worked her up that quick. They always did, no matter the time or place. Even in the drive thru of Erik’s favorite chicken spot.

“But Eriiiiiiik-,” she whined.

“Hush,” he whispered as he leaned over and nuzzled his face in her neck, attaching his supple lips to her. She soon realized the attention to her neck was merely a distraction when she felt two fingers gently pressing against either side of her clit.

“Fuh-fuck, Erik.” Her fingers dug into his forearm but it did nothing to stop him from making circles up, down and around her sensitive bundle. She let out a silent scream when his thick finger slid between her engorged pussy lips and went inside her.

“That’s what I thought. Shut the fuck up.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes, vigorously nodding her head like the good girl she was.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they missed the car in front of them moving up in the line. A honk from another car momentarily brought them out of the lusty haze they created within the confines of his SUV.

“Think you can pull up with two of my fingers inside you?”

He slid another digit in before she could reply. The surprise and pleasure of his action shot a jolt of pleasure through her body, causing her foot to hit the gas pedal unexpectedly. She had to slam on the brakes to not hit the car in front of them.

“Careful baby. I’d hate to have to chastise you for fucking up my car...but then again, I’d love to punish yo thick ass right now, especially after what happened to my foot.”

“But daddyyyy—“ so much pressure was building from the work of his fingers inside her that her vision was blurring. “You said—you said you didn’t blame me.”

He used the pad of his other thumb to wipe a single tear from the apple of her cheek. The guilt and pleasure she was experiencing was too much.

“I don’t blame you, baby. But next time imma let cho hard-headed ass fall.” Erik’s head nodded to the front of the car. “Time to order. You know what I want.”

“Welcome to Clucky’s, what can I get you today?” The voice from the intercom was bright and clear.

“Umm, hi,” she replied with shaky breath. “Can I get a number threeee?”

Erik decided in that moment he’d latch himself to her nipple. He didn’t even bother to lift her dress up. The warm breath of his mouth seeped through the material, completely overwhelming her senses.

“Is that all, ma’am?”

“Order my shit,” he demanded in her ear as his thumb flicked at her clit tirelessly.

“And a number 10, please.”

“Look at this pussy, got you creaming down my fingers. You wishing it was daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Did you say cream, ma’am? We don’t sell coffee after breakfast.” The cashier obviously heard Erik’s nasty ass.

“Uhhh I mean mayo, shit!” She said, trying to cover it up, embarrassed.

She quickly closed the window and lifted her dress, whimpering as she watched his fingers go in and out of her. The milky, creamy wetness she produced was having a serious effect on her man too. Her eyes traveled over to the ever-growing pipe in his joggers, yearning for her hands, begging to feel as good as her pussy felt right now. His eyes caught hers and gave her a silent warning not to touch him. She ignored it and reached over anyway, gently massaging the bulb of his dick over his sweats. He grunted in pleasure, despite the look of disapproval on his face. She couldn’t help herself. She loved to make daddy feel as good as he made her feel.

“Ok babygirl, since you don't want to listen, you better make me cum before we get to the window or imma bend your ass over the trunk and fuck you in the parking lot. You want everybody to see me wrecking yo shit?”

Part of her did. And he knew it.

Her cheeks burned at the thought of Erik fucking her pussy with dozens of eyes on them but the thought of other women looking at him in the lustful, longing way she did filled her with unwarranted jealousy. A jealousy that made her pussy all the more slippery. To know women wanted him but he only wanted her was a turn-on itself. He knew how her mind worked and that the words he said would have the exact effect on her that they did.

“Aye—“ he pinched her hardened nipple to bring her back to the moment. “Make me cum.”

She was excited and nervous. Erik had the stamina of a marathon runner. The nigga never came fast, her begging him to ‘please nut’ was a frequent occurrence during their lovemaking. Now he was demanding she make him cum in a matter of minutes, and now the line was actually moving past a snail’s pace. Sis was running out of time.

She widened her plush thighs to give Erik more access and a better view. He always praised the beauty of the deep brown to bright pink ombré of her pussy when he was in it. It was a start, but she’d certainly have to do a lot more.

“Daddy, why’s your dick so hard all of a sudden?” she asked innocently, sliding her delicate hand into his pants and pulling out all 8.75inches. She gasped at the sight of it. Seeing it in the daytime with rays of sunlight shining on it was a sight to behold. “Is that my fault too?”

The only answer she received was the visible tightening of Erik’s jaw and beads of precum slowly trickling from his tip. She moved his natural lube around him, focusing on the head of his dick, knowing it was his most sensitive area. Her hand cupped the soft skin of his tip and made circular motions around it while he continued finger-fucking her.

“Ooo shit Erik, that feels so good baby. Can you add another finger, please?” His eyes bulged and she felt his dick twitch in her hand. “Fuck daddy, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum so soon...thank you daddy, thank you... You’re making me cum so hard for you, I can’t take it...fuck I can’t...fuhhhhhkk!!”

Her hand momentarily paused the work it was doing on Erik’s dick as she came, but that didn’t stop her from noticing the rapid pulsing of it as she orgasmed. Her daddy loved to watch her cum with his thick fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty baby, get that good nut.” The sound of his voice with his fingers still filling her hole had her wanting her another cum, but it was his turn.

“Can I make you cum now, daddy?”

“You better. We’re almost at the window.”

She glanced down at his hand inside of her and gently pulled out his fingers, her aroma filling the confined space even more. Erik closed his eyes and deepened his back into the seat, the smell of her bringing him to that familiar, blissful state she and her pussy always put him in. His moment of calm was quickly lifted when he felt his own hand sliding up and down his dick. Erik looked down to see his babygirl’s hand over his using the juices from his fingers—from her pussy—to wet his dick up.

“You nasty, clever little slut—you making daddy use his own hand to cum? Hmm?”

“Please don't be mad daddy. I’m helping, see?” She guided his hand back to her glossy pussy and scooped out more of her sticky cum and made him stroke himself with her juices again. This resourceful bitch. He smiled proudly at her, his eyelids slowly fluttering from their collaborative stroke.

She leaned over to him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into her for a slow, lazy kiss. She dominated it and him in a way that was rare for her. They moaned into each other with need as she continued the swift cycle of wetting his fingers with her pussy and jacking his dick.

“Mmmm daddy, I think imma cum again…” she whispered against his lips.

“Do it. My baby deserves another nut.”

“I do? Cuz I’m a good girl for you?” She kept up her motions on them.

“Yes. Only for me. My good girl with the pretty kitty.”

She unexpectedly bent down to deep throat Erik. The taste of herself on his dick excited her. She gagged on his thick member a few times before looking up at him and letting out a mangled “I love you.” He held her head in place as he exploded in her mouth, cum escaping out the sides as she desperately tried to swallow it all. When she was done, he pulled her back up to his lips and kissed her gently, despite his heavy breathing. He released her in time for her to pull up to the window.

“Sorry for the wait ma’am. Y’all had the number three and—“

Her eyes followed the cashier’s line of vision back into the car and straight into Erik’s lap, where his dick stood erect against his stomach.

“The fuck you looking at? You ain’t never seen a dick before?!” Erik’s girl’s attitude and acute jealousy was unmatched. It was part of the reason he stayed on hard for her. She was like him in a lot of ways, just wrapped in a fluffier , cuter package.

“Baby, chill,” he requested softly. She yanked their food from the cashier and sped off without paying.

“...and what the fuck you mean ‘baby chill’ you the one with cha damn dick out in the middle of a drive-thru!”

“You pulled it out though.”

“Whatever nigga, I’m never driving again. Fuck this and fuck you!”

“I love you too, babygirl.”