#looki fanfic

[ladynoirfanao3]

Lovely little sketch by the great @verabraun-art !

This is from an older one shot of mine.

Summary: Ladybug is deteriorating in front of Chat Noir's eyes, and there is nothing he can do about it.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Thomas King and Monty Finch (Actor/Accidental Pretty Woman AU: Chapter 5)

Thomas isn’t known for his impulse control- or at least that’s how he’s justifying it as he reaches out, because he can’t resist, and tucks a few strands Monty’s damp hair behind his ear. That finally gets him Monty’s attention, as Monty’s gaze jerks up to meet Thomas’. 

“Sorry,” Monty says, and drops his phone back on the nightstand, his body already adjusting back to something more practiced, something more ready to get down to business again, and Thomas shouldn’t be feeling odd that the hooker he hired is actually moving to, you know, do his job. His expression shifts into something flirtatious as he reaches a hand to Thomas’ waist and says, “Let's get back to what we came here for.”

And sure, Monty is sexy when he’s trying to be. He knows his assets and he’s not even a little bit shy about exploiting them, which Thomas can appreciate. But god, there’s something irresistible about Monty when he’s not trying, when he’s sprawled out on Thomas’ bed like it’s his own, languid and unselfconscious. It’s jarring to see the transformation in real time, that lightning quick moment of tenderness, Monty’s hair soft and damp under Thomas’ fingers, wiped away as easily as hearts drawn in fogged-up car windows. 

God, it’s a stupid, dangerous thing, caring this much about the guy you're literally paying to get off with you. There is something heavy pressing against the inside of Thomas’ ribs, a feeling he doesn’t like at all. He needs to do something to get rid of it, needs it gone, like, yesterday. And maybe that’s his excuse, for saying something as monumentally inappropriate as, “Your mother- does she, like, need money for her hospital bills?”

Monty's expression shutters and fuck, Thomas can't help but mourn the loss of Monty from a moment ago, loose and relaxed and at ease. “Not that it's any of your fucking business, Mr. Hollywood-Star-Up-Your-Fucking-Ass, but no, she has plenty of money to take care of herself.”

-aletterinthenameofsanity, anything_thats_rock_and_roll, people think i'm pretty (i'll sell my pride instead)

Bedsheets, no clothes

Touch me like nobody else does

Lovely to just lay here with you

You're kinda cute, and I would say all of this

But I don't wanna ruin the moment

Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

But it's over

Then you're driving me home

And it feels like the start of a movie I've seen before

-Lizzy McAlpine, ceilings

And once again @anything-thats-rock-and-roll thank you for all of your help with this chapter- it would not exist without all of your help/writing/additions/edits/emotional support/etc.!

@nix-nihili @sapphic-corgi @ghostofthegallows

@icarus-n-flames @petvampire @sasakisyndrome

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@saffirez @every-moment-a-different-sound

@e-payne @freudensteins-monster

[nightdrawz]

Not sure if you read fanfiction, but there is also a fanfic on ao3 called Endearing that is Blue/Yellow. Its very cute, and if you end up liking it, then the author has 2 more Blue/Yellow ones posted on their account. I'd love to see your interpretation of any of the scenes in the fics. ⭐ https://archiveofourown.org/works/49479862 <- link to the fic

“Would it be wrong to say endearing?”

This is the only old art request i kept because i couldn’t get myself delete it (T_T)

I love it too much

Actually read the fanfic before they requested

And the other 2 fanfics ofc

[xxladymjxx]

Cuffed (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You take your car in for a routine checkup. During your wait, you and Eddie keep each other occupied with "activities"

CW: Minors D.N.I, Language, nudity, smut, p in v sex, oral (Fem receiving), shower sex, use of hand cuffs, if I forget anything else I apologize!

Wc: 3.6k

Divider made by myself 💗

Having a mechanic for a boyfriend had its perks. You would bring your car to his place for a routine check or tune-up and you would pay him back with sex. Simple enough right? Right? You had offered him money countless times and he'd always convey "Your money's no good here," and he'd wink, further driving the point home.

You'd jokingly offered to suck him off as payment and his eyes lit up like fireworks. That's how your arrangement commenced. Pulling into his driveway you notice he was working on his van, he was using his creeper to look underneath it. Putting your car in park, turning off your car's engine, and unbuckling your seatbelt you step out.

The sun was scorching like the eye of Sauron was glaring at you, you felt as though you could melt onto the concrete of the ground. That's why you wore a simple bright, light yellow sundress complementing your skin and hugging your waist perfectly along with a pair of white buckled wedge platform sandals. Slamming your car door you call out "Yo, Eddie!" Honking your horn you make your way towards him as he pulls himself out from under his van with the creeper, hearing your voice.

"Hey, princess! I- whoa.." both of you halted in your tracks, eyes bulging out of your faces. Eddie had his work coveralls unbuckled so only his top half was visible.

He was shirtless and dripping with sweat, one of the said sweat beads traveled slowly down his chest before reaching their destination, his happy trail, black grease was painted so well on his body that it could be mistaken for one of his inky black tattoos, his hair was up in his bandana, loose strands he missed cling to his face. He grabbed one of his clean hand towels and furiously wiped his hands, his eyes not leaving yours. You walked closer to him. "Is your van okay?" curiosity broke you out of your trance of staring at Eddie.

He barked out a laugh "Sure is now!" he places his clean hands on your waist and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and having a wrestling match with yours, you hum delightfully. Pulling away from the kiss Eddie asks "To what do I owe pleasure, sweetheart?" He licks his lips, and you beam at Eddie.

"I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek.

"Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" chortling, the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

He lifts the hood to your 1970s Jeep CJ5 and everything seems to be in order according to him until you hear him say breathlessly "So beautiful," his hands go to either side of your car, licking his lips, and staring intensely at the slightly steaming contents inside. "You just needed your top off, didn't you baby?" he cooed at your car.

You gaze at him puzzled, 'what is he doing?' You ask yourself, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. He suddenly ducks his head further into the steaming engine of your car, almost like he could hear it "Hm? You want me inside you?" He asks smoothly and huskily, "Keys, princess," he holds out his hand not looking at you. You fish your keys out of your purse and put them in Eddie's palm. "Thanks, sweetheart," still not looking at you, he thanked you.

Eddie moved to the driver's side of your car and got in. You mimicked his actions, entered the passenger side, and sat down. "Okay," Eddie declared, "Your engine is overheated, princess. Thankfully your man knows what to do." he glanced at you, licking his lips. "First," he starts, "we turn off your air conditioning," he turns the knob to your AC to the right, turning it off. "Next, we crank up the heat!" he proceeds to do just that.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"It'll divert the heat from the engine to in here, so it's gonna get hot, sweetheart," he smirked devilishly and you felt your face heat up and your thighs tingle. "We wait fifteen minutes for the engine to cool," now it was your turn to smirk.

"So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

Eddie's lips collide with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Quickly pulling away Eddie gets out of your car and goes to your passenger side, opens your door, and carries you out bridal style, kicking your door shut.

"This is gonna take more than fifteen minutes!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, making you laugh. He carries you to his trailer, opens the door, and makes his way to his bedroom. Throwing you on his mattress he leers down at you, dozens of filthy ideas running through his mind like a marathon.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you inquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed sexy. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Stalking over to you he sits on his bed "Let me help you take off your gorgeous dress, sweetheart. You must be hot, well more than you already are." he winks at you, beckoning you over to him with his fingers. He was right it was hot in his room too, feeling beads of sweat starting to form.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly," he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually.

A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

Eddie had to use every amount of restraint he had in his body to not pounce on you but then he looked at himself "I'm filthy," he remarks, a smirk on his face "I think I'll take a shower," he removes his work coveralls, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing the obvious tent he was sporting you blurted out.

"Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin.

"Of course, princess,"

Following Eddie with nerves like an electrical energy current causing small tremors, you recognized this symptom and this didn't go unnoticed by Eddie as well.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" concern and care etched upon his face.

"Y-yea, I think so," lifting a trembling hand you start breathing exercises. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The energy current slows down and subsides after a few minutes.

"Fantastic job, princess! I'm so proud of you!" he grins and gives you a peck on the lips "You were about to have a panic attack but before you could you did your exercises and you beat it! I've got one hell of a badass for a girlfriend!" his grin got wider, casting the shadows of your panic attack into the bright sunlight that is Eddie Munson.

Taking another deep breath you smile at your man "I guess you still make me nervous," you giggle a little embarrassed, you adore your boyfriend so much that sometimes it still influences your body in a less-than-ideal way.

"Babe, as much as that inflates my ego, I hate seeing you in any kind of distress." your smile grows wider, adoring him more, he truly cares for you.

"I'm never gonna get any better if I don't get out of my comfort zone more often," explaining to Eddie your plan you shrug "I need to get stronger." Eddie can't help but grin.

"I'm right here with you, I'll never let you go through something alone." His words are like magic, further casting the dark shadows of your mind away banishing them to hell where they belong.

"Thank you, Eddie," voice quiet but laced with sincerity you reveal your gratitude.

Entering his bathroom and starting his shower. Eddie's eyes travel to the metallic object on his wall again, he went over to seize said item. He notices your discarded panties sitting on his linoleum floor, he could feel his cock getting hard as a rock at the fact that his hotter-than-hell girlfriend was taking a shower completely nude. Holding up the metallic cuffs in his hand he grins mischievously. Upon entering his shower he called your name to which you turned around quickly "Yes, my love?" your body is covered in soap lather, Eddie dangled the handcuffs in front of your face.

You let out a small gasp "Eddie, you mean?-"

"Yes, now." His voice is low and menacing as you hold one of your wrists out and he spins you clamping on the cuffs with quick speed, your wrists secure behind your back.

"Eddie, I-"

"Hush, princess," he pulls your body away from the shower head so he could wash, and rinse his body and hair. He was covered in grease, he grabbed his coconut-scented body wash and drenched himself in a lather, humming a soft tune. After he was finished he saw that you had lather still on your body, Eddie moved your body back under the showerhead but turned you around so you were facing him. "Here's what's gonna happen," the way he used your name made you tremble as he turned you back around, your back to his chest, you were dripping at this point. Leaning over he whispered huskily in your ear "I'm going to," he grabbed his hard cock "Take you," he aligned himself with your entrance "From behind!" Slamming himself fully into your pussy you scream.

"AH! Fuck!"

His thrusts are relentless inside you, stretching and splitting you open as though he were set on decimating it, and you in the process. "Fuck! Eddie!" The now tepid water was doing nothing to quell the heat in your body nor ease Eddie's thrusts. Using your cuffed hands as leverage he pulls you up level to his body he questions.

"You like this sweetheart? Huh? Is my big fat cock destroying your pretty little pussy? Hmm?"

In pure bliss, you can only cry out "Yes!"

Pushing you back down onto the shower wall he resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. Reaching over your body Eddie plays with your clit, rubbing it at the pace he is fucking you. Your walls clench down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Eddie moans out, still rubbing your clit your orgasm is imminent.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" You're salivating at this point.

Eddie lifts you to his back again "Cum!" a simple command that you obeyed. His thrusts became erratic and rubbed your clit harder than ever

"Fuck!!!" you drawl out as you cum, legs trembling and feeling like jelly as loud moans spill from your lips. Eddie quickly pulls out of you, turns off the water, and scoops you up into his arms "E-Eddie? W-what are you-".

"Gotta have round two!" he grins as he exits his shower, both of you soaking wet leaving small puddles of water in your wake, he arrives at his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed.

"Eddie, I'm going to get your bed sheets all wet!" Why the hell were you worried about that shit now of all times? Eddie scoffs.

"Who the fuck cares? I've got you naked…soft and wet on my bed, now," Moving behind you he unlocks your right hand "Care to humor me a bit?" Eddie pats his bedpost, wiggling his eyebrows. Smirking, you move both your upper limbs so he can attach them. Hearing the soft click of the cuffs and the metal once again on your right wrist, setting the key on his bedside table he lets out a dark chuckle "You can't run," His soft, sensual voice reverberated into your body making you moan. Laying down on his bed, your body is welcomed by his sheets clean and crisp with the faint smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and home. Eddie Munson is your home. Eddie moves to the end of his bed and spreads your smooth legs open.

"Eddie, I-" Eddie interrupted you once more.

"Princess…'' This time his voice is seductive, traveling straight to your pussy, and more dampness takes form.

"Y-yes?" your question is a little apprehensive.

"Relax, baby. Let me take care of my good girl. Because you,"

He kisses your ankle, lifting it to his mouth.

"Deserve,"

He trails flaming kisses up your calf to your knee, leaving small blazes in their wake.

"Your man too,"

Eddie kisses his way down your inner thigh till he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Calm your nerves," Eddie glances at your quivering pussy and throbbing clit. "Especially your button, baby," he grins the mother of grins, and with that, he dives into his banquet, feasting on your pussy like he was on death row and this was his last meal; slow and purposeful. When Eddie said he was going to take care of you he meant every word. Taking his sweet time he opened your lower lips with his tongue, and your pussy was wetter than he had anticipated. "Oh, sweet girl, so needy for my tongue, huh," he was talking to your pussy, which at his declaration clenched around the air.

Eddie took your clit in his mouth, his tongue alternating between side to side and up and down on your bud. The feeling is magnificent, moaning out in pleasure you make sure Eddie hears your cries of bliss. He doesn't miss it one bit, smirking into your pussy he hums sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Eddie, fuck!" The cry exiting your mouth was rich with pleasure. Glimpsing down at Eddie feasting on your cunt your eyes lock once again, and a spark passes through your body; not one of nerves but of longing, understanding communicated silently. To say Eddie knew your body was an understatement, the man mastered your body. Each movement of his tongue had a singular purpose, to get you off.

Moving his head side to side he pulls at your clit "Eddie!" You scream, eliciting a chuckle from the man between your legs.

"You want my fingers, sweetheart?" Eddie questions, lifting himself from his five-star meal momentarily, his index and ring finger teasing your wet entrance.

Resembling a bobblehead you nod eagerly "Please, Eddie!" With no shame, you plead.

His fingers enter your cunt, he is welcomed by the warm, tight wetness that wraps around his digits. Groaning, he closes his eyes, wanting to focus solely on his fingers. The pillowy warmth reminded him of cuddling in blankets during a storm, he felt safe, and the sensation pulled a grin on his countenance. These tiny details of you make him remember such trivial things is one of the things he adores about you.

"Baby…" he coos, not being able to help the love in his voice. His fingers curl upward, targeting your g-spot.

Half an inch to the right.

And.

A high-pitched moan befalls your lips, and that's when Eddie knew he found it. "That's it," he encouraged, stroking your spot repeatedly.

Tugging at your cuffs, you futilely try to move your hands but groan in failure. "Eddie!" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Eddie's mouth returns to your clit, sucking the bud into his ravenous mouth as his digits resume their attack on your g-spot. Eddie hummed against your clit, the vibrations giving you more pleasure than ever before.

Letting your bud go he commands "Cum for me, princess!" With the command, you feel the rubber band inside you snap, and you release your slick all over Eddies' face, fingers, and clean sheets.

Moan after pleasurable moan left unabashed from your mouth along with Eddies' name. Eddies' fingers gently pumped in and out of your pussy, helping you ride out your high. His chocolate button eyes are transfixed on you; your euphoric look is enchanting him. He gives your clit a kiss before climbing his way up your body, pulling his fingers out.

"Hey, babe," using both his hands he cradles your face gently as though you were made of glass. "Are you okay?" His voice is delicate and tender, still enchanted by your look of ecstasy.

Half-lidded you peek up at the love of your life. "I'm spectacular," beaming you kiss him, your soft pillowy lips feeling great against his slightly chapped lips, you taste the sweet tangy flavor of your slick on his mouth. Eddies' tongue locates your tongue and they proceed to do an erotic dance.

"Ready baby?" Eyes not leaving yours he grabs his hard cock and guides it to your opening, he wants to be as close as possible to you while he fucks you. Holding some of his weight on his forearms on either side of you he awaits your response.

"I'm ready," your faces are just inches apart you kiss him lightly.

Eddie enters your pussy slowly, the pace a delicious change from when he ate you out. Your inner walls welcome his cock like they were expecting his arrival. "Fuck—" Eddie chokes out, goosebumps traveling up and down his back. The elation of being inside of you bare was truly something to behold, once he was balls deep inside of you he began thrusting at a steady pace, savoring the moment and not breaking eye contact.

Soft moans and whimpers can be heard from your lips "I love you!" the emotion overwhelming every fiber of your being, the phrase "I love you." no longer feels adequate to describe how much you adore the man inside you.

Eddies' lips slam into yours, groaning his left-hand moves to your cuffed hands using them as leverage, and he thrusts into you faster with more force. "I fuckin' adore you!" The raspy declaration made your walls clench around his cock; he swears through gritted teeth.

"Eddie! Fuck!" the cuffs dig into your wrists as you attempt to move your hands once again. Catching a glimpse of your struggle made Eddie move his hips as fast as he could, chasing his release. All that could be heard in his room is the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the clank of your cuffs against the headboard.

Eddie let out a loud grunt "I'm cumming baby!" Reaching down both your bodies he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Reaching your high first, you cum "Eddie!" You drawl, your walls spasming around Eddies' cock, and that was enough to do him in.

"Shit, baby!" he hisses through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as he releases inside your womb. Collapsing on top of you, you both catch your breath in comfortable silence.

Only for you to say "Babe?" He hummed in response to you. "Mind uncuffing me? My wrists are starting to hurt."

"Of course, sweetheart," he answers you chuckling, reaching over to his bedside he grabs said key and releases you from your confinement. Unlocking both wrists you throw your arms around him.

"Do you ever get tired of me telling you I love you?"

"Do you ever get tired of fucking your lover?" he retorts with a grin.

Mock thinking about it you tease with lith in your voice "Just a little." you hold your index and thumb out and make sure that they're barely touching.

Eddie laughs, pulling out of you and flopping down on his bed. "Just a little." he parrots affectionately "So," he grins looking over at you "Did I fix your car ma'am?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and glides it over the tips of his teeth with a smirk.

Blushing you respond "You sure did, Mr. Munson." you wink at him. "I think we should check on my actual car." you start to get up but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest.

"Or," he kisses the top of your head. "We could take a nap," the suggestion elicits a yawn from your mouth.

"A nap sounds great right now."

Eddie pulls his sheets over your nude bodies and kisses your temple.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Sleep well, Eddie."

You both drift away into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

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[fefflerone]

Guess who watched Ordinary Theatre Major & Wet Puppy two times last week (once in German, once in English) and has been indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell ever since

(some traditional sketches (and memes) under the cut)

[blorbologist]

Architect of our demise: Chapter 5

Scheduling, chores, and discussions of religious desecration over black coffee. Such is the routine aboard a skyship.

The Grey Huntress sighs, as if in awe of the proceedings. The floor tilts beneath their feet as she rocks in the wind.

Percival knots his fingers together. He would like to think about this. He probably does not have nearly as much time to think as much as he would like. Not just yet, with Vex’ahlia watching him in the low light. Despite how still she stands her chest trembles and heaves in turn - trying desperately to keep a lid on her emotions. 

He gives himself until she’s evened out her breathing. Perilous little time, but enough to get to the heart of the issue:

“So,” he says. Her ears twitch. “This is… a lot.”

Vex’ahlia croaks a laugh. “You’re telling me.”

There are so many questions to ask. But Percival has enough tact to know he can only offer a few before she walls up this wound again. Best avoid the painful bits and stick to business.

(Why? Did the ritual go wrong? Why? So she’s over a hundred years old? Why? Is her bond to death strengthened by their relationship? Why? Why achieve godhood only to want to revoke it?)

“If I am, ah, understanding you correctly: you stuck close to me in the hopes I would know how you could undo the Reaper - your brother’s godhood?” She nods. “Without… wiping him from reality, as the ritual did to his predecessor?” Another nod. “And, hm. Putting him in an aeormaton?”

This time she shrugs. “I mean? Not necessarily,” she says. Her voice is weaker than she’d like; it comes out stronger as she continues: “I just want him back. And - well, his body is… a whole thing. So that makes more sense.

“And I understand,” she’s quick to add, “if - you said it can’t be done. Couldn’t, with your family.”

But the god of death is not dead. 

But the god of death is not a nobody, a soul like no other. 

Her optimism is sensible. But Percival keeps himself from flinching nonetheless. 

And yet - and yet! Sore as he may be, he is wired, humming with energy so vicious he might shock himself. Without a spark of magic he carved enchantment into being, leylines writ small. He, a mortal man, is creator of thousands, made not by messy biology or unknowable divinity but his own hand. Five names, a list of people too powerful to touch, and he had killed four and ensured no mage would ever feel so untouchable again.

What would the world look like, without a deity to mind death? Unshackled from fate? What if the Reaper Prince’s iron grip on his loom, cutting frayed threads, was not there to deny his family’s return? 

There is the one snag of his entire laboratory having gone up in smoke. And that he failed, before. But science is a ladder; perhaps this was the one wrung missing to reach his family’s hands and pull them out of the heavens.

They’ve been in the ship’s hold for a time, now. The thought of leaving the wheel unattended unsettles him; Percival stands, brushing dust and metal shavings from his coat. Some sticks. Ugh, he’d forgotten about the blood.

“... I can’t give you an answer just yet.” It comes out more gently than expected. “However, it’s - frankly, this is too tantalizing a prospect to not consider. Will he - the Warden of Ravens - try to stop you? Stop this?”

“I don’t know. But I know him - I know him,” she insists. “He won’t help, because he’s - such a dutiful shit about things. But I have to try.”

He understands that perfectly well.

Prologue | Keep reading on AO3!

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

A fanfic like this with them being on opposite sides but the good constantly tries to kill their mate without realizing how much it turns them on

No, I'm not writing it, but imagine how fun it would be.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Important question, which side did Viper cut Leo's face markings on? I think you explained it pretty well, but my brain is twisting it around and now I'm not sure anymore.

The red is where Viper did her slashy thing. The inner part of his face, but the outer arc of the bananas.

You're all good, Anon. I've gotten a lot of questions about it and I'm a little frustrated that I haven't found an absolutely clear way to explain it so everyone understands. Oh well...

(Anon I need you to know that I couldn't find a single good, high-res picture of maskless Leo so I had to spend an entire hour learning how to draw Leo and various facial expressions JUST so I could answer this XD )

[yttmnm5]

February 14th…

7:35pm

Something’s different.

I don’t know what it is, but there’s definitely something wrong with this picture.

It all started with just one big misunderstanding. Which also led to so many people getting hurt. Not physically. Mentally.

I can't even describe this uneasiness to my friends, nor my own flesh and blood. I don’t know what to expect next. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it.

Perhaps I should read a book to get my mind off of things? Listen to music, play video games, watch something or talk to someone? NO.

Ain’t no way I’m going to talk.

My mind’s already set on one thing.

Eventually, I’ll get used to this change in some way, somehow. RIGHT? Loyalty and love were something that died long ago. And you know what? I’M FINE WITH THAT.

Times have changed. And so have I.

No more Mrs. Nice Rodent.

If I Gotta make things right, I’m gonna have to do it on my own terms. Unfortunately, there won’t be any companions involved.

If you know me,

Just do me a favor and FORGET everything about me. Trust me, in the end, you’ll just leave me like SHE did.

You’ll even probably ROB my life too.

Yours truly,

Unknown Sender

[iloveeverystuff]

I think about team crastle (i forgot the name 🙁) everyday. I must admit Third Life is probably my fav season in the life series because there’s numerous storylines going on and everyone has stuff happening to them individually if that makes sense… I absolutely love crastles base 😞

[freohrweohnatakausta]

//have some angst, as a treat

Yer A Witch, Gura future chapter stuff that I had to write out

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It was the little things that added up. The whisper of feet, a clock ticking out of rhythm, whoosh of air without a breeze, mutterings from people.

It was the little things that added up to try and make me insane. If I weren’t already, it would’ve worked.

Bubba whined at my feet as I punched the wall, watching golden shimmers in the air flicker and fade.

“She has to be here, there’s no reason why she’s not!” Bubba whined again and rubbed up against my legs. I reached down to pat his head. “I’m sure she misses you, too, Bubba. There has to be a reason why she’s avoiding me.”

-

The boggart was here. Neville had gone, stirring up the class’s laughter. It was a game now, who could make their fears seem more hilarious.

I feared what mine was going to be.

I stayed out of it, Lupin took note.

Class ended; my eyes never left the cabinet. The boggart went back into the cabinet for a final time- it didn’t explode. Lupin assigned homework and sent us on our merry way. I stayed behind, said something to assure Harry and the others. They sent me another glance but left all the same.

“Miss Gawr,” Lupin said.

“Professor,” I replied.

“There a reason why you decided to sit this one out?”

“Didn’t want to traumatize the kids. I’m gonna take my turn now, though.”

Lupin nodded and prepared himself to open the door. I got myself ready in front, and nodded at him. The doors opened.

“You will never be Gura.”

My breath hitched, ice flooded my veins, and I froze.

“Don’t think nobody notices.”

“You will never be her.”

I wanted to scream, to shout.

I stood there blankly, unseeing of the four forms in front of me. My breaths came out unevenly.

“Liar.”

“Fraud.”

“Imposter.”

“Sham.”

“You were never her in the first place. Drop the façade. It’s not hiding anything, anyway.”

I collapsed to my knees, unfeeling.

“You will never find her. She doesn’t want to be around you, faker. You’re the reason why-”

Silence.

The cabinet closed.

Lupin looked down at me, preparing to say something.

Water consumed my vision. I wanted to be anywhere but here.

[iambutahumblememe]

Well if you're just gonna post a whole fanfic for your funny AU I'm sure not gonna say no~

Here's the rough start of the Toon Logic AU!

Three quick sketches included. Please let me know what you guys think! I'd love some feedback!

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Hi butterfly, if you could in a short fanfic. The cookies meet my y/n au military where in their universe, they joined the army and became a general.

And they got back, the cookies instead of seeing a cute y/n. They see what a strong, honorable, and very handsome soldier/general, they've become. How would they reacted, espeically the ancients, beasts, and CoD.

Pure Vanilla cookie: Y/N cookie, my friend. You've changes so much since I last saw you. Look at what an honorable cookie you've become.

Dark Cacao cookie: It's interesting, seeing what a fine warrior you've evolved into Y/N cookie. I'm admittedly impressed

White Lily cookie: It's like meeting you for the first time all over again... You've grown quite a bit. I'm so proud of you.

Hollyberry cookie: Is it really you?! You've changed so much! No longer that sweetheart, but rather a strong and resilient warrior! You should have some juice with us, to celebrate your return

Golden Cheese cookie: I almost didn't recognize you. Look at how you've grown! My treasure is better than ever I see!

Shadow Milk cookie: Looky Looky! My favorite puppet has grown all big and strong! Now this is new!

Mystic Flour cookie: You've... changed, Y/N cookie. I'd be dishonest to admit I'm impressed

Burning Spice cookie: Y/N Cookie! Look at how you've changed! I like it! Perhaps now you'll be able to take me on in a battle!

Eternal Sugar cookie: Look at how you've grown, my dear. I hardly even recognize you anymore. But regardless, I'll still love you the same.

Silent Salt cookie nods in approval. He'd say it if he could, but he's proud of you

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Karma’s a b*tch

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Fred and George get revenge on a girl who used to bully them in school by turning her into a submissive slut.

A/N: I told an AI on Chai that I wrote fanfics and it requested this (AI’s are kinky bastards). I came back to it because @jelloangela asked about an enemies to lovers fic. I know this isn't exactly enemies to lovers, but hey, it's still dirty as hell.

T/W: Rough sex, mean twins, No aftercare, Reader is a real a-hole and a Slytherin, Weasley twin bashing (I was only mean to suit our character), Bondage, Manhandling, Tie gag? (it will make sense when you read it), Maybe a little bit of dub-con, Hair pulling, Degradation, Spit roast (Vaginal and oral simultaneously), Cum swallowing, Orgasm denial

Every school has bullies. It's natural. Hogwarts just had a whole house full. Slytherin was the type of house that practically gave all those wearing the crest a free pass to be as cruel as possible.

Tripped up a student? 20 points to Slytherin

Hexed a first year? 50 points to Slytherin

There were the younger Slyterins who went along with it because they wanted to fit in with their new ‘family’, and then there were those who actually seemed to enjoy it. That's how the Weasley twins of Gryffindor first noticed you. Ever since the first year, you weren’t meek. You took pride in those you terrorised. You went out of your way to learn new spells just for the sole purpose of misery. When you first met the Weasley clan, they were an easy target.

You had heard people talking about them. About how the new Weasley boys both had handed down clothes and books. It wasn't a secret that most Slytherins had parents who were well off, and you were one of them. You took to the Weasley Twins like a bee to a flower picking child. You mocked every little thing they did, from the pranks they pulled to how they acted.

This went on for the whole 7 years of school.

After Hogwarts, you found that school wasn’t like life. You couldn't bully your way to the top like you could before. So when in Diagon Alley one day, you chose to go into the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes just to regain some of that power you once had.

The shop was the Weasley twins to a T. It was like walking straight into their mind. Everything was bright and colourful. Things popped and whizzed and sparked about the shop. Finding said twins was easier than you thought. Two ginger tufts of hair could be seen from a mile away. You made your way over there with a smirk on your face, but that smirk dropped when you saw the twins.

They looked so…grown up

Those two pranksters with untucked shirts and crooked ties were now standing on the staircase to their own business in suits that were both smart and ridiculous. For a minute, you stood there like a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing as you took them in. a familiar voice slapped you out of your blubbering.

“Lookie here Georgie, I think a rat wandered too far from Knockturn Alley”

“So it seems. Maybe a hex will send her packing”

The men snickered to each other, and for a split second you felt a foreign feeling. Embarrassment. As soon as that feeling vanished, you painted your smirk back on and spit venom at them.

“Nice shop, Weasleys. Did your parents give you the money to open it or did you mooch off of the golden boy?”

There was a rumour floating around that Harry had given the twins the money for something. You just hoped it was right to give your words some merit. And it had. George looked away and Freds eyebrows furrowed. You felt that familiar pride and continued.

“Still selling the same old rubbish since Hogwarts? I guess not everyone has an aspiration to do something with their lives instead of working in retail”

Fred took a step down, a step towards you.

“We’re just doing what we’re good at. Maybe you should come back later and we’ll show you our new little project”

Fred looked up at George with a knowing smirk, one that George soon mirrored. You missed their shared look in favour of turning your nose up at the endless shelves of boxes, gadgets, and gizmos.

“Maybe I will”

And just like that, the twins' plan was set in stone.

____________________________________________

You came back to the shop a few hours later. The inside of the shop was dark and empty. The only light came from the top of the stairs that the twins had stood on earlier. You gave the door a knock and started tapping your foot when the twins didn’t immediately rush to open it.

When one of the men came to let you in, you gave a huff.

“Make me wait, why don't you? What’s the project?

The twin that let you in just smirked and led you to the stairs. He gave a gesturing nod, urging you to climb. When you got to the top and opened the door, you found the other twin. The door was locked behind you and your hands were forced behind your back. Before you could struggle, you felt something soft around your wrists. You looked back as best you could and saw the black leather handcuffs connecting your wrists to one another.

The twin behind you placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down to kneel, keeping you there and increasing the pressure when you tried to stand up or squirm. The twin in front of you removed his tie and wrapped it around your mouth, keeping you quiet.

“You know, you’ve aged pretty well. Perfect tits, perfect ass, and then a bratty mouth. I bet you’re still the same spoiled little bitch you were in school. You had so much fun teasing people, but no one ever gave you a taste of your own medicine, did they brat?”

You tried to argue back, but it came out as a muffled mess or words. The twin holding your shoulders chuckled.

“I bet she’s cursing your name, Freddie”

“Or she’s begging to be put in her place”

Those very words send a chill up your spine and your clit seemed to twitch at the thought of being under their control. You were meant to hate these men, you had bullied them for years. Should their words alone excite you as much as they did?

George grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, making sure that you kept your eyes on Fred. Fred knelt down before you to push your dress up to your stomach. He let out a dark chuckle.

“White lace? Is this for us, slut or are you trying to act innocent? There's no way a little whore like you is a virgin, I bet you were Slytherin’s house slut. Tell us, did you get on your knees for every boy or just those who had money”

It didn't matter how much you squirmed or tried to argue, you were stuck. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

George puts his hands under your arms and hoists you to your feet. He pushed you towards one of the doors, which led into a bedroom. One of the men forced you onto your knees on the bed with your face down. When a pair of hands pushed your dress up, the twins were met with just how wet you were.

The sound of fabric rustling and belts clinking met your ears, and your suspicions of their actions was confirmed when one of the ginger duo sat against the headboard in front of you with spread legs. You had to stop your eyes from widening. As that famous quote always stated:

You’re enemies are always more well endowed than your boyfriends

Or something like that, anyway.

The twin before you moved his hand to your hair and pulled you closer until your breath ghosted across his eager tip. He pinched your nose, waiting until you took a much needed breath, before forcing his cock in your mouth. He didn't let you get used to the weight on your tongue before roughly moving your head up and down.

A second pair of hands pulled your underwear to your knees and pushed something thick against your entrance. The moan that left your throat was muffled by the cock in your mouth. Your hands gripped the tie that kept them behind your back as your pussy was forced to accommodate the cock that was pushing inside. The cock in your pussy was soon pulled out, but you didn't stay empty for very long.

If someone had told a 17 year old you that the Weasley twins would force you to submit to them and use you as a fuck toy in the near future, you might have punched said person for even suggesting it. But if they had included how good it felt, you might have warmed up to the twins long ago.

The hands moving your head became more forceful until they held you down, keeping the twitching appendage snug in your throat. Your throat was soon filled with hot cum, it was so deep in your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

The hands pulled your hair up, the cock slipping from your mouth. As soon as your lidded eyes looked to the face in front of you, that damned smirk was still there.

“What a dirty little slut. She swallows. You are gonna keep your eyes on me while Fred cums inside of that slutty cunt, and if you look away for even a second, he’ll keep cumming inside of you until you learn your lesson”

The whine that left your throat was sinful. The pace was so rough that each thrust had your body jolting, but George's tight grip on your hair kept you still. You did as told, surprisingly. You kept your eyes trained. A small part of your mind realised that they would use you again if you looked away, but that thought was quickly shut down. You hated these guys, and you were too stubborn to let this become a regular thing.

The grunts behind you became more vocal as your pussy was flooded by sticky cum. Fred pulled out before you even had a chance to reach your own release. You shot George a dirty look, which to him, looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

“If you want to cum, brat, we can always go again”

Would it really be so bad if this became a regular thing?

[xxladymjxx]

Pairings: Eddie x reader

Authors note: A short lil blurb I wrote for 4/20, enjoy it! I think it's the shortest thing I've written. Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

Warning ⚠️: Use of marijuana

WC: I don't know 🤣

You and Eddie were laying on his bed, passing a lit joint back and forth in comfortable silence. Because of Eddie your tolerance for such things increased significantly. It took more than one joint to get you fully stoned. Feeling the effects of the weed take over you had taken another drag, inhaling the devil's grass and passing it back to Eddie.

"Oh my God, babe!" Eddie suddenly calls out to you as though you were across the trailer but in reality, you were right next to him.

You shot upright in a panic looking at your boyfriend "What is it? What's wrong?" anxiety laced in your voice "I can't find my feet!!" He screeches. For a split second your eyes widen in astonishment before you burst out in loud giggles. Pointing to the feet clad in white tube socks at the foot of his bed you say "Eds, there they are right there," another chuckle leaves your lips unbidden.

Eddie looks where you indicated and sighs in relief "There they are! I don't know where I'd be without them!" throwing your head back onto one of his pillows you add "Eddie it's not like they're magicians and could disappear," to which he chimed in "Of course not. They'd get up and walk away." both of you screamed in laughter.

"You're such a goofball!" You say, still laughing "Love you too, sweetheart,"

[teambravoo]

Bathroom scene [pt. 1]

[I’m seeing how unoriginal I am with this writing. Please understand I did not steal this idea! But it is very common!]

Tags: Thangyu, MLM, Nam-gyu x Thanos, Squid Game, Gay, Fanfic, Drugs, Pills, Making out, Heated, Grumpy Nam-gyu, Teasing Thanos

Small exhales and sighs filled the silence of the dormitory. The remaining players of this twisted game finally finding peace when the lights went dim. However. There was one bunk that was still fighting to sleep.

“Ah shit…” there, looking up at the neighboring bunk above him was player 124. Nam-gyu. “…God.”

He groaned heavily. Running his palms over his restless eyes mentally cursing at himself for having two issues. One, being that he could barely catch a single blink of sleep. And two…

Thanos was sitting up in his bunk, back against the wall behind him. His eyes fixed on the engravings of his cross necklace. His head swayed softly to an imaginary beat in his mind as he thought to himself.

“Psst…” a soft voice cut through the silence. Interrupting Thanos’s train of thought. If he genuinely had one.

His eyes fixed up, dropping the cross to hang at his neck freely. He nodded towards Nam-gyu who was crawling into his bunk.

“What are you doing up Nam-su?” Thanos scooted to the side, allowing the other to have room to sit beside him.

Nam-gyu rolled his eyes. Annoyed that the purple haired idiot still couldn’t get his name right. “Can’t sleep.” He simply replied, sitting beside Thanos.

“Can’t sleep? Pssh.” Thanos laughed a bit to himself.

“What? You’re still up.” Nam-gyu smacked the man’s shoulder. Getting a bit irritated.

“Ah! But you come to my bunk? Explain. Want Thanos to cradle you to sleep?” Thanos gesture with his hands in a mocking manner.

“Cater to you like your mama did?” He added with a smirk. Poking fun at the growing irritation of the other. Quite literally poking him square in Nam-gyu’s chest.

“Knock it off!” Nam-gyu swatted his hand away. “I… I need.” Nam’s eyes dropped to the cross necklace that hung at Thanos’s chest.

Thanos followed his gaze, dropping to the pendent. He reached for it, holding it in front of the other.

“This? You want this? God you junkie.” Thanos opened the pendent. Laughing a bit as he saw Nam-gyu straighten his back and fix his full attention onto his hands.

Thanos pinched a single pill between his fingertips. Lifting it towards Nam-gyu’s face. He kept that smug grin present. “Say ‘Ah’!”

“What!?” Nam-gyu’s voice slightly cracked. His eyes snapping to Thanos. “What the hell man? No.”

“Your loss…!” Thanos sing-songed as he popped the pill into his mouth. Nam-gyu physically jolted, his hand jerking ready to snatch it.

“Shithead.” He grumbled, turning away from the hyperactive freak.

Nam-gyu ignored him for a few seconds. Meanwhile Thanos kept pushing on his shoulder over and over again like a child. His voice mumbling something to the other. Finally Nam-gyu broke and turned to look.

There, with his tongue sticking out, was the pill perfectly preached on the tip. Thanos was wiggling his eyebrows like the smug asshole he was. He knew.

Nam-gyu physically felt the heat pooling onto his face. A warmth he hadn’t felt in forever. Embarrassment? Excitement? God this was terrible.

“Hell. No.” He turned away again.

Thanos advanced, draping a loose arm over the others shoulder. He gently rocked him while still sticking his tongue out.

“Cmoth man!” He leaned in, closing the space between the two.

“Fuck off!” Nam pushed him away which only egged Thanos on.

“Hahaha!” Thanos grabbed onto Nam-gyu, holding him in space by his shoulders as he kept his head inches from the black haired man. Loving every second of this torment.

Nam-gyu darted his eyes over to the pill. Calculating in his mind. Could he just take it? Maybe use his hands and really show Thanos he isn’t in the mood for this. Fuck it was hard. Nam-gyu bit his lip. His mind coiling over the repeating thought of actually going as far as to…

He groaned, turning away briefly before looking back. His eyes fixed on the pill. He took one final glance up at that smug face.

Thanos was taken aback. His cheeks being squeezed by one hand and his head being forced forward as Nam sealed the deal. This bastard really did it.

Nam-gyu put all his focus into just trying to get that damn pill. His tongue tracing the insides of the others. But that was near impossible considering what this asshole was doing. Thanos kept making sure he had the pill, leaning more into the kiss as it got more heated by the second.

It continued. Soft sounds of their lips smacking filled the quiet of the surrounding space around them. Players sleeping, unaware of the heated exchange that was happening just a few beds away.

With one final dive of his tongue Nam-gyu felt the pill on the side of his mouth, immediately pulling back. Thanos went with him for a second, still deep into the kiss. Completely forgetting about what had started this mess.

“You… suck…” Nam-gyu panted, wiping his mouth with his sleeve while simultaneously biting down on the pill.

Thanos grinned, slumping back into his original sitting position. “Junkie…” he hummed, his ego rising from what had just transpired.

“Never asking for one again.” He added with a huff, pulling his knees to his chest.

“You know you will. And next time? It’ll be all the way down…” Thanos splayed his palm out against the others knee. Slowly running his hand down until stopping just before. “Here.” He gave a firm squeeze.

Nam-gyu tossed his hand off of him with a grunt. “Bastard.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You know you love it.” Thanos nudged his arm against Nam’s. Giving him a knowing grin. The other just rolled his eyes and shook his head in response.

“Whatever.”