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[lastdivantruther]

Hii!! Just wondering, what's your cat's name? If you don't mind of course.

o-osamu

her name is osamu

[vagabond-umlaut]

if i were some superhero or wtv, i would totally hv the power of mind manipulation. ik this. ik this fs.

[wiildcardd]

Don’t mind kaveh just……… fitting his hands against alhaitham’s chest and giving it a little squeeze. He heaves an exhausted sigh and drapes himself over his roommate like he’s a living stress ball.

a small smirk forms on the scholar's lips as he feels familiar hand upon his chest, arms draping over him like a second coat and cape for the well-dressed sumeran. his own hand reaches upwards to scratch gently 'pon the ear and blonde hair of the architect.

❝ bad day? perhaps i should attend your conventions personally to request that they treat you with more... care. but i will allow you to hold me like this, should it provide you with ample comfort. ❞

inspo for this is here! <- click it, you won't be disappointed :3

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Number 2 with Raph! NSFW optional <3

Hi I love you for this

Also I said short -but I did not do what I said lol

Bayverse Raph x reader 2."Come here, dumbass."

slightly spicy (taco bell sauce-mild)

clumsy reader, aged up turts, blood mention, fluff!!!!! (turtletats doing fluff, what?)

Mikey’s jams were blaring over the speakers of the lair as he attempted the skateboarding lessons you had been pestering him about for months. 

You could feel the bass vibrate in your skull, beat thumping under your skin, as your friend explained *again* how to drop in..but you couldn’t be happier. Ever since you were a kid you had always wanted to learn, and Michelangelo was a patient teacher. 

Sort of. 

“No, no, no- Angelcakes..” He sighed and smiled at you, rubbing a hand over his face. “You need to shift your hips sideways, and put your weight on your back foot. Otherwise you’ll dump it.” 

You nodded at him, only partially paying attention as the lyrics to a familiar song played over the speakers, your hands air drumming along to the beat as he held you in place over the makeshift ramp. 

Mikey cocked his head at you, raising a brow ridge with a chuckle as his blue eyes sparkled in the lair lighting. “Aight, you ready to give it a shot, sweetarts?” 

A smile spread over your face as you playfully punched his shoulder, confident. 

“I got this!”

Maybe a little over confident. 

As your weight tipped the board down, you weren’t ready for the momentum and you tumbled down to the floor laughing, board skittering on the cement. 

When you stopped giggling at the fall and looked at the shadow over you, you realised it wasn’t Mikey standing there, but Raphael- who was shaking his head, arms crossed as he smirked down at you as you lay flopped on the floor. 

He reached out a large hand, pulling you up as he rolled his eyes. 

“Come here, dumbass.” You could hear the humor in his voice, even if he wasn’t laughing. “Let’s clean up yer cut.”

Your hand lifted to your cheek, where a slight sting burned on the skin. Red smeared on your finger when you looked at it again. 

Whoops.

Taking off your helmet, you tossed it to Mikey as he picked up his board from where it had stopped rolling. “Thanks for trying, Mike! Maybe we’ll hit it again tomorrow!”

Mikey smiled as you waved, and threw a knowing look to his brother as you followed him into his room. 

You heard Raph snort over his shell. 

Raph had a well-stocked med kit in his dresser from his many boxing and gym injuries, so it wasn’t out of the blue for him to offer to patch you up. 

Considering you were the clumsiest person he had ever met, and he had done this at least every other week for you, for some reason or another. 

But it felt….different today. 

As you both sat on his bed and he cleaned the cut on your cheek, you winced in his hand at a sudden pain, and his eyes shot back to yours.

“...you..ah, ya ok?”

“Oh…yeah.” His thumb brushed over your cheek as his gaze locked with yours, faces inches from each other, and you could feel the blush rising to your face. “I’m a…I’m fine.”

A slight smile crept over his face as he let his hand fall, and he reached for a box of bandaids next to him and offered it to you. 

“Which one? We got orange, or..red…?” His question hung in the air, as he looked down at the box in his hand. 

And then back up at you.

“I’ll take the red one, please.” A smirk played at your lips, soft and shy as he smiled back at you. 

His thumb brushed the bandaid over your cheek, smoothing the fabric over your skin as he looked intently at your face. 

You knew you were blushing; you couldn’t help it. 

“Ya ok, doll?” His hand cupped your face again, gold eyes staring into yours as you felt yourself lean into his touch. 

“Mhm.”

You heard the bed groan slightly under him as he shifted his weight, his large body tilting down to yours as you felt like you were sucking in all the air in the room in anticipation. 

Was he finally going to kiss you?

His lips were so close, air between you alight with tension as you felt him lean in and finally close the distance, settling his mouth over yours in a soft, gentle kiss. 

Finally. 

You sighed into his embrace as your arms slid around his neck, melting deeper into him as his lips pressed firmly against yours; the low rumble in his chest echoing of the cement walls music to your ears.

Who knew all it would take was a wipeout?

eeeeee thank you fren hope you liked it!

this was so fun to write

tags: @thelaundrybitch, @sophiacloud28, @zombiesnips-blog, @4evrdreamin5

[repulsiveliquidation]

Arsenal’s Number 6

Leah Williamson x Reader, Part 3 of Fore! (double update today, wow)

Part 1 | Part 2

Leah’s ACL has healed and it’s her first game back. (let us pretend she’s back, eh?)

word count : 2k

warnings : fluff with smut at the end.

“Leah you’re going to be late!”

“I know! Just can’t fucking find my fucking–oh there it is.”

You’re holding up her kit bag, having had to put it away yesterday since she dumped it at the front door and didn’t clean it. You had cleared out her smelly training kit and cleaned her shoes, dusting out the grass at the bottom and replenishing it with all her essentials. It was where it went; in the cupboard by the door but she refused to put it in there so she never knew where it was when you picked up after her.

“I don’t know what I’d do without ya, pretty girl.”

“You’d be a mess, baby. A hot, fucking, mess. Come on, I’ll drop you off.”

//

“Your missus coming to the game Sunday?” asked McCabe in the changing room. They were packing up to go home, Jonas had let the girls know that the trainers had cleared Leah for her first game back since her ACL on Sunday against Brighton. Screams and cheers filled the room, all the girls glad to have Leah back on the pitch. She hadn’t stopped smiling, glad to finally be back where she belongs. But Katie’s question makes her smile fall.

“She’s probably going to be busy. She has students.”

“Bullshit Leah, Y/N knows how much this means to you.”

“I’ll maybe only be playing a couple minutes, there’s no point.”

“Leah, what’s this about?”

“Can we just drop it, please?”

Everyone leaves her alone at her request, squeezing her shoulder as they filter out. She had been waiting for this day to come and now that it’s here she’s terrified. Doubt fills her mind as she fears that she will make mistakes and cost the team. She’s scared that once she’s back she won’t be the same as she was before. She’s scared that Arsenal won’t want her if she isn’t back to 100% fitness. She’s scared that you’ll be disappointed and leave. You can’t leave. It would kill her more than never playing football again. She starts to hyperventilate, the room spinning as she tries to catch her breath. She’s desperately clutching her chest when she feels familiar hands grab hers and pull her into a firm chest. She’s shaking, the smell of you filling her nostrils.

“Easy baby, it’s okay. You’re safe, Leah. It’s just me, I’ve got you.”

It takes a few more minutes for her breathing to regulate and for her to stop shaking. You wipe her tears away and hold her face. You smile softly and kiss her, which makes her melt into your touch. Fresh tears prickle at her eyes as you pull her to sit in your lap.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She takes a while to answer you, trying her best to calm herself. You rub her back and don’t rush her, softly cooing at her as she is finally able to catch her breath.

“Please don’t leave me.” She says quietly, looking up at you with sad eyes. You cup her cheeks and look down at her, face full of concern.

“What’s given you that idea, darling?” you ask her, wiping her tears away. She’s puffy and has snot running down her face, yet you can’t find a flaw on her face.

“They cleared me to play on Sunday.”

“That’s great news, love. What’s making you upset then?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh Leah, even if you didn’t play I would be so proud of you.”

“You’re too important to me to be a disappointment.”

“I will be proud of you no matter what. That’s my job. Other than being the world’s best girlfriend. You’re my world in this equation, which makes me the best girlfriend. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, obviously.”

“There’s my cheeky girl, I’ve missed her.”

“I love you.”

It takes you by surprise, the love in her eyes is almost replaced with pain till you grab her face and kiss her searingly.

“I love you too, Leah.”

//

You’re making dinner, a sad, bland chicken burger for Leah (she drools which is unbelievable) and a nice steak for yourself. She asked for a couple bites of your steak which you feed her but politely decline a bite of her chicken burger (honestly, not even a little spice, Lee?) 

You’re both sharing a bottle of wine with an Arsenal game on the tv when Leah suddenly muted the tv. She never missed one moment of a game and it took you by surprise.

“You can say no.”

“You really need to stop saying that. Anything you want I will make happen baby.”

“I-I want you there on Sunday.”

“I was going to be.”

“No, not as another face in the crowd. As in like there in the family section with a family pass around your neck. With my name on your back.”

“Nothing would make me happier. Well, maybe marrying you could come close second, we’ll see.”

You laugh at your own joke and miss the look or pure adoration on Leah’s face. She wants to make that happen, she knew in that moment that she was marrying you one day.

//

“Subbing in for the first time since April, Arsenal’s Number 6, Leah Williamson!” you heard the announcer say. There was only 5 minutes left in the game but proud didn’t even begin to express how you were feeling. Seeing her waiting by the sidelines, she caught your eye as you were sat in the family section with Amanda. “I love you,” you mouthed as she did the same at the same time. You had tears in your eyes, watching her smiling, so happy to be back on the pitch. She’s getting a standing ovation, the gooners happy to have their beloved captain back.

It was just a little tester of her headspace, gauging her readiness to be back on the pitch. She played flawlessly; she was back to being a force to be reckoned with. When the final whistle blew, Arsenal walked away with a win (a/n MANIFESTING), the girls from both teams congratulating her on her return. She was positively buzzing, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

You were nervously waiting in the changing room for her, Amanda wanting to see her on the pitch instead. She finally walked in, still grinning as wide as she could. She ran over to you, hugging you and spinning you around.

“You did it baby!”

“All thanks to you, pretty girl.”

You kissed her hard, the whole room cheering and teasing the both of you. You didn’t care, the both of you in a world or your own. She took a shower and got changed before you walked out to her car, hand in hand swinging happily. The whole drive home was filled with comfortable silence; you held her hand that was in your lap and softly rubbed her arm. She leaned over and kissed you at traffic lights, hand rubbing your thigh teasingly. You knew what she was insinuating and gave into her.

“You did so well baby, I’m so proud of you.”

“You look so hot with my name on your back.”

“Mrs. Y/N Williamson does have a nice ring to it.”

“We’re making that happen one day, pretty girl. Right now, I want to ravish you.”

//

You stumbled into the house, hands pulling clothes off each other impatiently. Riley was confused but totally stole Leah’s training shirt to bite on. You didn’t care, all you could think about was Leah. She picked you up like you weighed nothing, walking to your bedroom and locking the door. She threw you onto the bed, eyes dark with desire. Her lips were on yours instantly, kissing you dizzying hard. She crawled onto the bed slowly, pinning your arms above your head as she sucked noisily at your neck. You whined, core aching for her touch.

She ripped your undergarments off, mouth latching onto your breast. She bit and sucked, a growl leaving the back of her throat. She switched breasts, hands kneading them hard. You cried out in pain and pleasure, her grunts becoming more and more impatient sounding. “Fuck, turn over.” You obey her, arching your back more as she spanks your ass. She straddles your thighs, biting all over your back and taking off the rest of her clothes. She hisses when her clit grazes your thigh, grabbing your ass and spreading it roughly. She groans, leaning in and eating you out. You squeal and whine, hand reaching back to cradle her head the best you can. She man-handles you to perch your ass up, burying her face between your legs to lick and suck at you the best she can. She growls into your folds, slurping your sweet nectar like a hungry bear. You can only cry out her name and grip the sheets, her mouth assaulting you exactly how you like.

She suddenly stops and lays back, legs opening for you. “Come here,” she says with authority and you swoon at her demanding tone. You make no protest, settling yourself between her legs and wait for further instruction. “Make me cum,” she says with that same force, you can only oblige and lean in to slurp at her soaking folds.

The tone of authority in her voice and that signature focused face was more than enough to make your pussy throb with a need like no other. You obediently slurp and suckle on her folds, her hands making a home in your hair as she practically rode your face. You whine and slip your tongue into her, alongside two fingers. She yelps and moans your name, begging you for release. It only makes you work harder, tongue-fucking her as your nose buries itself in her clit. She screams your name and cums, legs trembling so violently. She smiles dopily, pulling you up and kissing you hard. You taste each other on your lips, both moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Want the strap, pretty girl?”

“Fuck yes, Leah.”

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

“Want you to fuck me, Leah. Please.”

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You gonna be a good girl for me, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m a good girl.”

“On all fours.”

You listen, pulling yourself up into that position. She pulls out the strap and puts it on, lubing it up a little before getting back on the bed behind you. She lines herself up and pushes in slowly, feeling resistance she kisses down your back, spanking your ass a few times before thrusting shallowly. You open up for her, moaning her name loudly as she now begins to really pound into you. Her hands have an iron grip on your hips, pulling you back onto her cock. She moans like she can feel it, loving the look of your ass slapping against her hips.

“Fuck, r-right there Leah!”

“Yeah? You want my cock right there, darling?”

“Y-Yes! Fuck, please!”

She pounds into you harder, angling her hips up to hit your spot. She spanks your ass a few more times before you curse and beg for her to let you cum.

“Please Leah!”

“Come on my cock baby, there’s a good girl.”

You come hard, legs trembling and chest heaving. She fucks you through it, lips muttering profanities at you as you come down from your high. She pulls out and kisses you, taking off the strap and maneuvering you into her arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for coming out to watch me today.”

“I don’t think I’ll be missing a game anytime soon, Lee.”

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Camera Doesn’t Lie

Prompt: Could you please do something about Lucy in the new Lionesses photoshoot? She looks too good! - anon

Since Papper Snapper had left the England squad after the Euros there was an opening for club photographer. You’d been working your way up the ranks within the women’s football community for the last few years and after one too many drinks in the pub, your friends finally convinced you to press the send button on your application. You never imagined that you would get an interview, let alone the job and was soon following England Women all around the country. When the World Cup came around the staff had to wait for a call up from Sarina exactly like the squad did and you had never been so nervous in your life. You’d never even been out of the UK, let alone a country the complete other side of the world!

You’d now been with the squad for almost a year and had become close with the team, it was your job after all! If you didn’t have a good relationship with them then you could kiss goodbye to the amazing photos the club expected to receive every evening. Your job role included squeezing genuine smiles from them after a tiring day at training, managing the adaptions to clothing to be photographed just right and needed the banter to pull off some candid laughter from the players. You soon became known for your jokes that although awful, always got a authentic chuckle out of them.

Even though your time with England had been short, you soon learnt that there was one player you didn’t have to direct - Lucy Bronze. She just knew exactly what to do every single time there was a camera lense pointed in her direction. Your photo of her won the Sports Picture of the Year 2022 and she was your go-to whenever you received special requests from newspapers and magazines. Lucy’s photos were the hardest to choose between which ones made the cut because they were all stunning - there were never any bad ones to delete because she just doesn’t do bad!

Today was new kit photoshoot day and one by one the players came in ready for their pictures to be taken. The lighting had to be just right as these would be displayed during the line ups and squad list for the upcoming tournament. Every photoshoot was a long day but especially long when done singularly. Seeing on your list there was only one person left, you were relieved to find out it was Lucy, knowing her shoot would take 3 minutes max then you could get to bed - finally!

Waltzing into the room wearing this season’s England kit already pinned at the back to make it taut, hair scooped back military style with not a single strand out of place and a huge grin on her face ready to be captured. Lucy needed no direction at all, she loved the camera and the camera loved her. “Your favourite client has arrived!” her cocky demeanour always intimidated you, Lucy knew how to make your job easy but she also knew how to make your heart flutter with unease. She was just so fucking hot and she knew that too! More recently her flirtatious ways had started to eat away at you, wearing you down until you were weak and flustered over any communication with the defender. “Make sure you make me look good, yeah!” she smirked while striking different poses without having to prompt her. She’d done this so many times before that the brunette could do it in her sleep! “You know you don’t need me to make you look good Bronzey!” chuckling nervously at her comment. Everything she does she does it with confidence and that intimidated the fuck out of you. “Flattery never hurt anyone though!” her smug look through the camera made you wince. “Okay, we’re done here!” you announced quickly closing the camera lens to stop her penetrating eye contact getting to you through the screen any longer. “Nice, see ya tomorrow lil’ darlin’!” she said in her sensual deep tone of voice as she hopped down from the platform and sauntered out of the room, watching her leave she pulled her hair out from the bun as it dropped down past her shoulders. Snapping you out of your intense gaze at the name on her back when she swiftly turned around to ask if you needed any help packing up your equipment. “Nope, I’ve got it!” yelling across the hall as you fumbled over the camera cases at your feet making everything topple over and crashing sounds echo around the room, hoping she didn’t notice you watching her leave. She most certainly did because when she continued to walk away you heard a soft laugh exit her mouth as she went.

Today was the last media day before everyone left for Australia, it was the team photo day so shouldn’t take as long as the last shoot. Although these ones didn’t take as much time, they took a lot more patience because as the photographer you had to make sure everyone was looking the same way, all eyes were open and everyone was visible. Trying to direct 30 people at once was a lot harder than one at a time, it was a lot like a child’s birthday party except they were all hyper adults instead. A few small group photos took place while the rest of the team got ready. Strolling into the room looking half dressed Lucy claimed she was ready for the professional shoot. All the girls had picked their outfits from a range of smart monotone suit options but Lucy decided to skip the entire shirt rail completely and chose to only wear a waistcoat to cover her torso, showing off her toned arms and chest. “Errm, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” the exasperation could be heard in your voice, ‘do I really need to help them get dressed too?’ you thought to yourself as if your work load isn’t already enough to handle. “Had to get your attention somehow didn’t I?” shrugging her shoulders and trying her best to look innocent but failed at covering up the smirk on her face. “You really do fancy yourself don’t you” reluctantly setting up your tripod for the photos she desperately wanted. “Well that’s one thing we have in common!” Lucy quipped, quick to hush her knowing that fraternisation amongst the squad and crew was strictly forbidden. “Did you do this on purpose?” you asked the taller brunette as you clicked away on your camera buttons. “You’re always complimenting my arms” pulling a pose with her tensed biceps like Bruce Forsyth on a 80s tv game show. “It’s my job Luce, don’t flatter yourself” laughing nervously at the eye contact she was giving you through the camera, noticing she was stepping off of the platform and edging towards you, you lowered the camera to face her. “When are you just gonna admit you fancy the pants off me, I’m bored of chasing” she said raising her eyebrow. “You literally chase a ball for a living” replying sarcastically trying to neutralise the conversation from overly flirty to just workplace friendly. “Yeah but I’m chasing you for fun, there’s a difference” her smug face coming closer to yours. “If you’re not gonna change let’s get this shoot over and done with so I’m not here till midnight, yeah?” reluctantly turning away and changing your lenses, you didn’t have to but it gave you an excuse to break away from the intense encounter. “Anything for you sweet cheeks!” the brunette winked before going off to pester someone else.

Packing up your things and heading for the door Lucy collared you “have your been waiting for me this whole time?” you asked as she startled you out of your business brain of all the editing you had to look forward to tonight. “Yeah, gotta be sure you make it to your car okay haven’t I?” draping her bare arm around your shoulders, “unless you wanna stay with me tonight?” raising her eyebrows and pulling a teethy grin. “You know that’s not allowed Lucy” shrugging her arm from around you and telling her off for still wearing the loaned clothing. “They’re gonna notice yours are missing!” tugging on the threads. “Trying to take my clothes off now are you?” she acted playfully making your eyes roll. “Give it a rest woman!” pushing her softly before walking away. Lucy quickly rushed in front of you to act defender in the doorway so you couldn’t leave, finding yourself trying to dodge past either side of her as she continued to block your exit. You were tired, hungry and getting more annoyed by the second, “I just want to go to bed!” whining and stomping your foot in frustration. Stepping towards your body you backed away from her not realising the wall was so close behind you. She had you right where she wanted you and placed one arm above her head, leaning on to the wall above you in a sexy manner. “Well why didn’t you say that?” gesturing to her hotel room door with her eyes and displaying a large cheeky grin. She was so close to your face it made your bottom lip tremble from being in such a close proximity to the brunette. As she bowed down to make your heads level your breath became shaky. “My boyfriend will be waiting for me” you blurted out, making your relationship status known while looking towards the exit, yet making no attempt to push her away from you. A cocky laugh left her mouth, “I guarantee I can make you feel better than he does” her eyes flickered between your facial features, looking down at your lips and back up to your eyes. “Is that a bet?” your voice now sensual too, your eyes copying her movements with anticipation, with every breath her face was edging closer to yours that you practically said that into her mouth. With very sudden motions Lucy wrapped her arms around your body pulling you into her, picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing causing a squeal of excitement as she carried you into her room. “You can tell me I’m right after” she smirked, kicking the door shut behind her.

[macabr3-barbi3]

dream a little dream (of me) - chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54459367/chapters/140496796

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

You were bound to break a term of the deal eventually, right?

we've hit chapter 3! I got a huge influx of people interested and loving this story and I finally got the inspiration and drive to bang the next chapter out for everyone 🤭 there's going to be more coming, I do as the brain commands lol

A big shoutout to @fraugwinska for being like my number 1 hype person on this fic, you are a godsend 💕

And for those who asked to be tagged when the new chapter went up! @spottypug @dennsfz @bishiglomper @ivebeenthearchersstuff

Same tags as chapter 1/2 plus a couple new ones: Dream Sex, Dreamsharing, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Rough Sex, Dreamwalking, blowjobs, 'punishment' wink wink, minor injuries, let me know if I missed anything lol

I love comments and feedback, I would love to know what you think ❤️ enjoy!

The shock on Husk’s face at seeing you inside Alastor’s room when the door flies open a few days after the camping trip is matched only by yours- the horror you’re sure is written in your expression at the pool of blood accumulating under Alastor’s body where Angel Dust is supporting him with an arm around his waist, a smoking gash across his middle.

“The fuck are you doing in here?”

“What the fuck happened?”

You speak at the same time, voices overlapping as Husk shoves the door to the room further open to make room for Angel to drag Alastor inside. He’s also coated in blood down one side, likely having been supporting Alastor’s weight from the other side to drag him up the stairs.

Alastor’s eyes are clenched shut, smile more like a grimace as he snarls at Angel Dust trying to get his feet underneath himself. “I do not need any assistance, spider, release me-”

“Sure, Smiles, tell me all about it. Ya can’t even fuckin’ stand up without ya gangly ass legs collapsin’, how else were we supposed to get ya here?” Angel has also just noticed your presence in the room as you rush over, pleased smirk taking over his features. “I fuckin’ told you there was somethin’ goin’ on with them, Husk!”

“Shut the hell up, Angel,” Husk mutters, grabbing Alastor by the ankles and helping the other demon get him to the bed, despite Alastor fighting like a wild cat the whole time. You follow closely, hovering anxiously next to the mattress. They drop him unceremoniously, causing him to hiss in pain before the wound starts gushing again. “You,” Husk says, fluffy finger pointed in your face. “You stay here with him. Make sure he doesn’t fuckin’ bleed out or anything. Angel, you go tell Charlie and Vaggie what happened. I’ll get the med kit.”

“Wait, Husk” you say as he and Angel both step away, and there’s a hard grip on your wrist from Alastor when you start to follow them. “Just one sec,” you tell the demon- a great idea, with how known he was for his patience and understanding- and pull out of his grasp, hurrying after the other two. You catch Husk at the door, Angel taking off to find Charlie. “What happened to him?”

“Got into it with Vox, what else? Those fuckin’ overlord meetings are just trouble waitin’ to happen if you ask me, never would’ve caught my ass at one of them.” He runs a frustrated hand down his face. “We couldn’t get much out of his besides that, figured it would be best to get him to his room before anyone else saw him stumblin’ around the lobby.”

“Fuck.” You glance over at him, splayed across the mattress, an arm over his eyes. “Can’t he heal on his own? I thought regeneration was all the rage down here.”

“He’s been fucked since that battle with Adam- angelic steel right to the chest, did something to his body and he doesn’t heal as quick anymore. Some stitches should get him right for at least a little while.” A dark eye watches you from Husk’s peripheral. “I don’t know what you’re doing gettin’ all buddy-buddy with him but you watch yourself. We’re not all fuckin’ stupid- somethin’s up, we saw the goddamn vampire bite on your neck after camping-”

“Are there vampires in Hell?”

“Not the goddamn point. The point is be careful and don’t fuck anyone else over in the process of whatever the hell you two’re doing.” He points back into the bedroom. “Now go stand guard or whatever you do until I can stitch him up.” Husk is off then, jogging in the opposite direction that Angel had gone. You leave the door unlocked and cracked so he can get back in when he returns and go back to Alastor’s side in the bed.

His face is sweaty, eyes still clenched shut in pain, but one of his ears perks back up when he hears you come closer. “Pay no mind to those idiots,” he mutters. “I will be perfectly fine in a matter of hours. Do not let them back in.” He waves a hand lazily, the door slamming shut with a bang.

“Yeah the smoking hole in your chest gives me a lot of confidence to that. I’m not going to stop them from helping you.” You hesitate only a second before reaching out to his shirt buttons. “Let me- you’ll need this off for Husk to stitch you up.” He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you undo the buttons and slide the shirt sideways as carefully as possible to clear some space for the cat to work. You brush against his ribs and there’s a sharp inhale, Alastor’s nostrils flaring and claws digging into the sheets.

There’s a knock at the door and when you move to go open it there’s again a hand wrapped around your wrist. “Stay,” Alastor says, looking like it pains him to say it. A strip of shadow darts across the room to open the door in your stead, Husk coming back through the frame and raising an eyebrow at the sight of you still seated beside the demon.

“Charlie and Vaggie know what happened and will check on you tomorrow. Angel went to shower. Let’s get this fuckin’ over with.” He settles on the other side of you, and Alastor releases his grip on your hand to clench them into the bedsheets as Husk starts to drag the needle through his skin.

A good bit of swear words and a loosely wrapped bandage later, Alastor is patched up and passed out on his mattress. “Where did you learn to do stitches?”

“I don’t know, not really. Winged it. Just knew he wouldn’ want anyone else to see him like he is now. Vulnerable; weak. Benefit to him to have me under his thumb, I can’t run my fuckin’ mouth or use it against him.” He eyes you. “I assume you have no problem stayin’ to monitor him? With the stitches he should be good to go by mornin’ but you’ll want to watch him through the night.”

You could revive your old sleep habits and keep awake through one evening. “Yeah, I can stay. And Husk, it’s really not what you’re thinking-”

“Don’t care. Not my business. Make sure he doesn’t die- who fuckin’ knows what happens to my soul if that happens.” Husk gathers his materials and leaves the room, making sure to close and lock the door behind him.

You wander the room for a while trying to find a way to entertain yourself. He only has a couple books in the room- ones you’ve already read before- and despite your interest in the bayou dimension you don’t want to wander too far away from him. Eventually you pick a book and drag the armchair over to the bed, settling in and keeping an eye on the movements of his chest. He seems to be doing well, despite being weak and injured, no blood yet seeping through the bandages on his chest.

You do so well for a while without getting tired before the siren song of sleep starts to pull at your eyelids. You combat it as best you can- you pace the room, do push ups and jumping jacks, try counting backwards from one thousand. It doesn’t help, and you find yourself curled up in the armchair next to the bed, eyes drifting shut and not opening again.

When the world of Alastor’s dreams comes to fruition, you’re once again just in his bedroom, the only difference being a slightly darker tone to the light. His eyebrows raise when he sees you. “Well! Fancy meeting you here, darling.”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to stay awake out there to keep an eye on you-”

He waves you down. “No worries, dear. I told you before the stitches that I would be fine, that remains true. I cannot fault you for falling asleep on duty when you’ve not been accustomed to staying awake during the evenings any longer.”

A sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was-”

“Ah ah ah,” he interrupts, and with a shifting shadow he stands before you, trailing a finger down your throat. “That is not to say that I’m not upset with you for something else.” He circles you, eyes lidded and smile teasing. “Need I remind you again of the terms of our deal?”

“What?” Something slips around your wrist, almost like the feeling of Alastor’s fingers but softer, and you glance down to see one of his shadows. His meaning dawns on you. “Wait, Alastor, I didn’t- I’m not here on purpose, I-”

“Ahhh but that wasn’t a condition, was it? It is only allowed with my permission , dear, and I must say I can’t recall giving that to you!” Another shadow wraps itself around your thighs, buckling your legs and bringing you to your knees; he runs a hand gently along the top of your head, tipping your head up to meet his gaze. “I’m afraid discipline is in order.” With a wave of his finger Alastor’s armchair is behind him, settling into it as his tentacles make themselves at home across your body, holding you in place where you now sit on your knees, Alastor’s hand still cupped under your chin. “I think a spanking will do.”

Your body jerks where you’re held. “I’m not a child.”

“This may seem a bit tame,” he admits, expression pensive, “but sometimes the classics can be rather effective! Here’s the plan-” The tentacles shift, bending you at the waist so your chin rests nearly on Alastor’s knee. “You’ve done rather well so far so I won’t be cruel . I think ten strikes should be sufficient. You’ll count them aloud, and should you miss one we will start over. How does that sound fair?”

“Alastor-”

The first strike is over your clothing, Alastor cocking his head when you try to move away from the faint sting of it. “Surely you know how to count, dearest.” Your clothes seem to melt off your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the chill in the air. When you don’t respond he sighs, his smile almost condescending. “Oh well; I suppose it can’t be helped. We begin again.”

The tentacle strikes again, a sharp snap that has you hissing through your teeth. Not knowing what else you can do, you decide to just submit- how bad can ten simple swats with a tentacle really hurt? “One,” you mutter, and Alastor’s eyes light up now that you’re willing to play his game.

He cups his hand around the back of your head, and you tilt into his palm. “Perfect. Good girl. Go ahead.”

A gentle whoosh through the air, and another blow to the soft skin of your ass. “T- two,” you say, gritting your teeth against the vague ache. It’s not terribly painful; it’s more the humiliation of it than anything else, but not being able to see it coming contributes to the sting. “Fuck!” Another that you didn’t anticipate. “Three.”

Alastor uses the light pressure of his hand to tilt your head to meet his eyes. “Perhaps I’m just old fashioned,” he says softly, “but I don’t believe ‘fuck’ is a number. Start again.”

You feel the sting of frustrated tears. “Alastor, please.”

He brushes them away with a claw. “Come now, darling, no need for that. You can count to ten, can’t you? Why, it’s easy as can be and then we can be done with this business.”

So he makes you start again- and now for a third time when you can’t stop the whine in your throat from distorting the ‘eight’ into a broken groan. The spanks hadn’t been really painful before but as the punishment continued and the same spots were struck over and over you had become sore, and every new blow stung and ached like nothing else.

And yet- maybe its the position, or the utter helplessness of what’s happening with Alastor in control but there’s that familiar burn in your core, slick arousal from your cunt slipping down your thighs and out of sight of the demon before you.

Your eyes had drifted closed at some point, neck eventually losing the strength to hold itself up and pressing into the fabric of Alastor’s trousers. When he makes a curious humming noise you let your lashes flutter back open. His eyes are dark, pupils blown and his smile dangerous as he looks down at you with lidded eyes. “You know, if you’re having such trouble counting I may have a better use for that lovely mouth of yours, darling.” A brief respite from the tentacles, at least, as he repositions you with his hands to bring your face to the erection that’s grown in his lap. “This isn’t my punishment, after all; I don’t see why I should have to suffer now. How’s this- I’ll count for you, and you keep your mouth otherwise occupied, hm?”

You don’t bother trying to speak, instead just nodding in his gentle hold. He smiles, a little softer then, another quietly uttered “good girl” before he’s undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, presenting it to you and slowly guiding it into your waiting mouth.

He’s not demanding about it, lets you take your time in getting your lips wrapped around the head, fingers brushing delicately through your hair. The position isn’t perfect, and not having use of your hands is a bit of a nuisance but you can move your head enough to take some of his length into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. You swipe your tongue along what you can reach of the underside of him and he hisses above you, pulling you back with a soft fisting of your hair until you can only reach the tip.

“We’ll continue now, my dear. Be mindful of your teeth, please.” And he slides back in with a simultaneous strike of one of the tentacles. “One.”

Somehow the childish punishment is easier to take with Alastor’s cock in your mouth. You still jerk in the hold of the tentacles when you’re hit, but your whimpers and cries of pain are muffled, the vibrations of it serving a greater purpose now in bringing Alastor pleasure. You make it to seven before a particular hard spank jolts you forward, prick shoving harder into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. The constriction that happens when you inadvertently gag a bit makes a harsh moan tumble out of Alastor’s mouth, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair. “Fuck-”

You pull off enough to speak, lips brushing the tip as you do. “Thought ‘fuck’ wasn’t a number.”

“Wretched, delightful thing,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “You raise a valid point, but I think we’ve drawn this out long enough- you’ve learned your lesson?” A nod from you, lips once again covering him and tongue swirling around the head. “Lovely,” he sighs. “Then we’ll make this last bit quick.”

He shifts forward in the armchair, enough that he’s now fully inside of your mouth and each lazy thrust of his hips bumps the back of your throat. He gives himself time to savor the feeling of you sucking and licking at him, throat constricting each time he bottoms out, in between swats from the tentacles. “Eight. Nine. Ten.” Your hands are released from their restraints, and rather than bringing them to your throbbing clit like you desperately want to, cunt drenched and ready for something more, you instead bring them to Alastor’s lap, repositioning yourself to better choke on his length. You let your teary eyes drift up to his face, his eyes lidded where he stares down at you, smile tight and tense. “Wonderfully done, sweetheart. I need only a moment more- may I?” He fists his hands in your hair on either side of your head and you let your mouth go slack, allowing him to thrust in and back out at his own leisure.

You can feel under your hands the flexing of the muscles in his forearm and wish that he would take off his goddamn shirt- get undressed in one of these dreams, just something so you weren’t the only one exposed and vulnerable.

“Magic in dreams doesn’t count, I rather think; it seems that you can do it as well.”

You think about what Alastor had said while camping- how your pants had simply vanished with a thought, the mere desire. You’d never really tried much with your dream powers. You just showed up and tried not to be spotted whenever you were in one, or got the information you were looking for and left. It hadn’t occurred to you until Alastor had said something that you might be able to do more , to use the power for something else.

So while Alastor grows more desperate in his race to completion, fucking your mouth with renewed fervor, you concentrate on the buttons of his shirt. You don’t want to alert him to what you’re trying to do- he’d probably take offense to the fact that you aren’t as wholly engrossed in letting him use your mouth as he likes, might even start the whole punishment over again after he came. So you let your vocal chords do as they please while he ruts into the hole you’ve provided for him, soft moans and whimpers to distract him a bit.

The top button twists, and slowly, silently, pulls itself from the hole it was fastened into. A slight shift of your eyes and the second one follows.

The mere possibilities of what you could do with this information makes you moan, long and low and vibrating hard around Alastor’s cock. Already close, the sensation makes him buck his hips hard, spewing curses as he spends himself in the warm and wet heat of your mouth. You’ve hardly had a chance to swallow- the taste and feeling not awful but just a little strange- before he’s yanking you up from the floor, pulling you into his lap and crushing his lips to yours. His hands come to rest on your thighs, traveling slowly upwards until he meets the welts that his tentacles have left on your skin. You hiss into his mouth at the sting of it, and he kisses you gently while massaging the sensitive skin. You distract yourself with popping another button on his shirt, a motion that goes unnoticed by Alastor in favor of switching between kissing you and watching your face while he touches you.

The rush of it eventually slows and stops, content to just sit there together for a bit with him unaware of the 6 buttons you had managed to get undone. Unlike the other times you’ve met in his dreams you aren’t simply shoved out this time- Alastor wakes up slowly and groggily, like anyone else would, and you open your eyes at the same time. He spots you in the armchair and moves to the side, clearing up a space beside him. “Come over here, dear,” he says, and you’re helpless to disobey. 

Sitting up in the armchair you become aware of two things- that the welts and likely bruises from the tentacles had carried over into real life, as did the slick arousal and throbbing need in your cunt, suddenly desperate to be filled with Alastor- not just in a dream but here, now.

You stand from the chair and to the demon’s surprise, slip your bottoms and panties off before climbing into the bed and settling yourself against his side. He turns to face you, face twisting in slight pain when the wound on his chest shifts, but he trails his fingers down the slope of your neck, over the curve of your hip, finally dipping between your legs and feeling how wet you’ve become from allowing him to be in control of you. “We may have to find a new punishment for you, dearest, if this is how you react to this method.”

“Please, Alastor,” you say, reaching a hand down to his lap and pleased to find that while he’s been spent in the dream, his erection here in the real world is eager to go again. You slip your fingers under the band of his trousers, circle them around his cock with a light squeeze. “Please, I need it- not in the dream but here, real . Please?”

His breath catches in his throat, hot exhale against your face. “I- I am injured, darling, I cannot perform as I do in my mind-”

“You don’t have to.” You’re already shifting, getting up on your knees and settling over his lap, slotting his hard, hot length against your dripping folds. “I’ll do it- you don’t have to do anything. I- I just need to cum, please?”

He cups your face in his hand like he had in the dream. “How could I possibly deny you anything?” He assists you in positioning yourself on his cock, a soft “careful, dear” as you start to sink down.

Jesus fuck. The dreams had done nothing to prepare you for the feeling in real life as you’re speared on his cock, your body making room for him with the delicious slide down until you’re seated in his lap completely. You’re full of him in every sense; your cunt stuffed, mind racing with thoughts of Alastor, vision blocked by anything but the sight of his eyes wide as he watches you take him in, his claws digging into the skin of your hips. It’s so, so much better than it is in the dreams- it’s tangible , a real memory that you can hold onto from your mind, not remnants of something in Alastor’s head. This was yours. Something he’s giving you because you asked for it, begged him for it and he obliged.

You raise up on your knees, already shaky from the slow descent, and make it halfway before Alastor shifts his hips and hits the bundle of nerves inside you. You bite back the moan that wants to escape, glaring at him halfheartedly. “I said I would do it.”

“You’re certainly taking your time, darling. Just thought I could offer some assistance.” He gives you a positively lecherous smile. “I suppose if you won’t allow me to move this should suffice.” He lets one hand slide off your hip to rub at your clit with his thumb, the other tightening its grip on you.

“I’ll- I’ll allow it,” you choke out, a little miffed that the subtle shift of his hips was enough to get him right where you needed him. You ride him gently, mindful of his injury, and the pleasure crests, so close to breaking you that your legs are cramping. “God, Alastor, please-”

“What do you need, beautiful?” You have only a moment to process the word before he’s moving, an arm wrapping around your middle and turning the pair of you over, rutting his cock into you with a speed and pressure that makes you dizzy. His smile is dazed looking down at you, watching your cunt swallow him and reveling in the wet noises that emerge from where you’re joined. “You’re so close, darling, I can feel it- your pleasure is mine. Every time you reach that peak, when you cum on my cock, it will only ever be me. ”

He shifts again, brings his knees up closer to get deeper inside of you. “Fuck, Alastor, my god-”

“I like the sound of that,” he purrs, bending down to trail his tongue up your throat. “I want to be everything to you. Would you allow me that privilege? To claim you, to own you in every way that you’d let me, in any dimension.”

Your head whips back and forth on the pillow, the edge so close your vision is dark. “Please, please, please,” you’re mumbling, “Alastor please, I’m gonna-”

The tension snaps before you can finish your sentence, a wailing cry falling from your lips as you clench and shake and cum under him, around him. It’s so different from when it happens in Alastor’s dreams- it echoes in every part of your body, your head spinning and fingers tightening in his shirt so hard that you fear you’ll rip the fabric. His name spills from you in waves with your release, and his eyes are dark as his thrusts intensify, chasing his orgasm with the resolve of a man possessed.

“Yours, all yours,” you mumble against his lips when his face comes close enough to catch his mouth. “All of me.”

He snarls and his hips stutter, snapping hard against yours. “So much- so much better,” he gasps through the tightening of your pussy on his length. “So perfect- mine -” With a harsh growl he spends himself a second time for the night, into the wet silken grip of your body. He thrusts gently through the wave of it before he collapses in a heap against you, breathing heavily into your ear.

“You’re so- lovely,” he mumbles. “Giving, for a demon. One would think that you would simply take- I would, were it me with your powers. But you’re just…” He trails off, head against your shoulder and breath slow. 

You bring a hand up to trail down his back. “I meant it,” you whisper, swallowing your nerves. “If you- if you would have me, I would be yours. For as long as you want. Forever.”

He remains silent.

Fuck. You hope you haven’t overstepped some boundary. “Alastor?” He doesn’t move, or show any indication that he’s heard you. “Hey, are you okay?” You push at his shoulder with no response, so you double down and push harder, tumbling him off of you.

“Mother fucker.” The bandages wrapped around his chest are stained with red, more than when you had begun- the demon had torn his stitches open when he flipped the pair of you around to take control back, after you specifically told him you would handle your orgasms yourself. “Idiot,” you hiss at his slacken face, but you still brush his hair back from his sweaty forehead before pulling your bottoms back on and rushing down the hall to find Husk, ignoring the sting of the welts on your rear the whole way.

[wrixie]

🍒 CHERISHING CHERRY | A BACHELORETTE CHALLENGE

🍒 Introducing Josette "Cherry" St. Cloud | Age: 29 | Pronouns: She/Her | Traits: High Maintenance, Self-Absorbed & Dog Lover

🍒 Growing up in Chestnut Ridge, you'd think this little lady would be drawn to horses and the cowpoke lifestyle however she always looked to broader horizons to leave her little town behind and start anew - after losing most of her family to freak accidents, Cherry moved to Brindleton Bay to hopefully get her feet off the ground and start a new life for herself

🍒 Can this high maintenance, self absorbed lass find love in her new town or will she be forced to remain alone in her little trailer off the beaten path?

🍒 Likes: Cherries, Fostering dogs, The color red, Late afternoon, Hardwood floors, The moon, Body Modifications, 70s music, napping and Tommy (her puppy) 🍒 Dislikes: Biting her nails, Cooking of any kind, Summer heat (sweating), Hairless animals, Getting dirty, Thunderstorms and Gardening

🍒 Fun Facts about Cherry:

Grew up in Chestnut Ridge

Iced tea is power source

Dreams of running a clinic for animals

Her favorite drink is a tequila sunrise with extra cherries

Has a southern accent

Hates to cook

Gets jealous easily

Needs glasses/ Can't see

🍒 Contestant Entry Guidelines:

Must be young-adult or adult

Humans are only being accepted this time!

Must have at least one negative trait

Can be any gender, but males preferred

Cannot have the romantic trait

Skills don’t matter!

Should have Likes + Dislikes (if ya like)

Maxis-Match or CC free

I own mostly every pack with the exception of a few kits but I can get them if needed

Must be comfortable with changes such as eyes, skinblend + lashes as I have my own defaults and preferences as well as outfit changes to fit into my game style (the outfits will mostly stay the same if you've styled all of them)

🍒 Remember to at me @wrixie or use #cherrysBC to make sure I see your entry+ ask if you have any questions

CONTESTANTS:

Julian O'Neal @hauntedtrait

Terrance Capman @alltimefail-sims

Nikolas Knight @seyvia

Matt Adler @aniraklova

Billy Pierce @simmenycricket

Wesley Drakos @druidberries

Bruno Aguado @bramblewoodsims

if you haven't already please send me your hunky sims <3

[bunnys-kisses]

Can I get some dead velvet cake with coca-cola for our dear boy Soap?

halloween menu - bakery menu

the halloween bakery is open until nov 2nd! thank you to everyone who has submitted! while they have mostly been formula one orders, i do accept call of duty too! (esp for our beloved mactavish <3)! so thank you and enjoy!!

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!" + coca-cola: costume sex served by john "soap" mactavish (call of duty)!!

cw: smut/pwp, (failed) costume sex, couples costume, fun & filthy, established relationship, cowgirl position

"johnny." you said as you looked at your costume, "i think you're supposed to be the plug and i'm supposed to be the outlet.."

johnny looked down at his costume and turned a little. he replied, "nah, bonnie. this one makes my arms look good." he laughed as he flexed a little for dramatic effect.

you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend of the last several years. you leaned up to kiss him on the lips and he happily melted into it. you didn't often spend halloween together (because of johnny's line of work), but when you could. it was fun.

you were both dressed in the dumbest couples costume you could find. you were the plug, while johnny was the outlet. and as you handed out candy to the kids who stopped by, johnny felt his gaze linger on your bend as you slightly bent over. the costume wasn't the erotic part, it was what he knew was underneath.

his girl was quite the looker. as he nursed the beer on the couch while you gushed over the kids' costumes. he smiled to himself, you looked adorable. you closed the door and turned back to your lover.

he smiled at you as you walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. he reached over and took a hold of your thigh. he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. his kiss was wet and loud which made you giggle a little.

"what has gotten into you." you said as you patted your lover on his strong chest. johnny was an affectionate boyfriend. he loved getting his hands all over you.

he beamed at you and replied, "what, can't i find my girl beautiful?"

you laughed, "i'm dressed like a plug, not really jerk off material." you yelped when johnny maneuvered you into his lap and beamed up at you with a big smile. you held onto his shoulders as you straddled his waist.

he rubbed up against you. while the costume wasn't made for sex, he'd happily be your plug any day. you could feel the erection through both of your costumes.

"johnny..."

johnny shrugged, "ya could be in a wet paper bag and i'd still find a way." he held onto your hips, "far too beautiful. lookin' better than anyone else."

you kissed his face and said, "you're trying to butter me up, handsome."

johnny replied, "next year you'll be a stick of butter and i'll make sure i can fuck you in the costume." he beamed at you and you pinched his cheeks playfully, which only made him laugh.

you held onto his face for a moment, his scratchy facial hair under your touch. you leaned in for a kiss while he held you by the hips. when you broke away, "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

johnny looked at you with those big blue eyes and said, "the little ones should be in bed soon. plus, i got something better to snack on than kit kat bars." then licked his lips.

"you're insatiable." you replied, "but i'm not doing it on the couch. not while we have a bed." and you led johnny to the bedroom after you locked the front door to your flat.

the costumes were discarded, johnny made a joke about how you were the hottest plug there ever was. you in return threw your costume at him. which only made the scotsman laugh further.

he was behind you soon after, his strong arms wrapped around you. he kissed at your neck and you moaned loudly at the feeling of him up against you. his hard cock pressed against your lower back.

the thing about johnny being home from combat was, he was insatiable in the bedroom. spending months with other men and without you left him pent up and needy. he needed his mouth, hands and cock on you.

you ended up on the bed soon after with your lover next to you on the bed. you giggled and got up onto his waist. his cock was up against your stomach as you rubbed yourself up against his impressive length. johnny was quite big, in ways that could make your toes curl.

"i want you." he said, those rough hands up against your soft hips, "fuckin' obsessed with ya. better than any treat tonight." he rolled his hips up against you a little and you splayed your hands across his broad, scarred chest.

you giggled, "even better than the sour patch kids?" you groaned when you sank down onto his impressive cock.

he hissed through his teeth and held onto you. he replied, "mmm that's a tough one, hen. you're sweet and they're sour. hard to compare." he rolled his hips a little and felt the leap of pleasure in his chest.

you felt like a dream around him. always had. no matter how quick or how slow the sex was. johnny loved it all, he loved you dearly. you were his bonnie, his hen, the love of his life. you were everything he wanted wrapped up in a cute little bow. he licked his lips as you pressed more of your weight onto him. you could never crush him, no matter your size. but you could sure try, there was no other way johnny would want to go out.

the two of you moved together while you rode him. your nails gently grazed across your fuzzy pecs. he wasn't extremely hairy, but enough that it got you excited. he looked so manly and it made your heart jump. he was a pretty man. beyond handsome with an accent that made you excited all over. no matter how rough it was, it made your core drenched.

johnny was the kind of man to protect his girl. love you till the cows came home and the sun exploded. when he loved someone, he made sure they were deeply loved. you were the apple of his eye and no one else could take his gaze off of you. not even a heavy package of sour patch kids.

"there's my girl." he groaned as he moved against you. his hands tightly on your hips as the two of you moved together. it was hot and intimate. even though you two could map each other's bodies while blindfolded.

"i love you, johnny."

"i love you too, hen. you look really nice on top." he swallowed back a moan, 'ya know i love a women on top." he chuckled as his rough hands explored your skin, "so beautiful. but ya knew that, right? that you're the most beautiful woman this side of the atlantic. possibly the whole world." he groaned against you as the two of you continued your feverish pace.

to be close to johnny was always exciting. months apart at times left you needy for your significant other. to be close to johnny meant feeling an immense warmth from your beloved. your scottish angel. your little daredevil. you beamed at him as you continued to rut against him. you took him amazingly, like a champ. and he sang your praises as you came him finish time after time.

you raked your nails down his hairy chest and continued to move against him. he felt the pounding of want in his ears, the excitement of pleasure as the two of you moved together in heavy thrusts. the bed creaked under the both of you. johnny would have to admit, you looked better without the costume.

maybe next year you should go as mrs. mactavish, but that would be a discussion for later. for now he just felt up your hips and rutted against you. he explored your beautiful curves as he moved against you. he could feel the heat of want in his core as he thrusted up into you. you drove him mad, and he loved it. he loved everything about you.

because you were his whole world.

you didn't last much longer, the feeling of immense pleasure raced through you. you dug your nails into your lover and worked his cock faster until you clenched around him and came. your back arched and you whined.

"that's it." he groaned. he clutched onto you harder and continued to move against you. next time he'll find a different costume to fuck you in, maybe plug and outlet wasn't the best. he finished inside of you and you moaned loudly.

the pleasure rushed through both of you. you felt the fiery heat between you two. eventually you rested against your lover's chest and he threw a heavy arm over you. trapping you against his chest.

you two kissed and johnny smiled against your lips. <3

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

Could you write an angst oneshot to reader soothing Kit's pain while he cries into her after one of his punishments pls?

October 8th - kit walker (angst)

Pairing : kit walker x reader

A/n : i honestly didnt know how to write this so ive decided to tweak it slightly just so i can write it slightly easier. Thans for the request 🫶

Rain hammered onto the glass panes of the windows to yours and kits house. Kit had seemed... Different today... Almost as if he'd been distancing himself.

"hey.. You ok?" your voice is soft as you speak to him, a hand rubbing over his shoulder as a way to try and coax him into speaking.

".. Im fine." he grunts, his body tense at your touch. Seeming.. Afraid?

"your clearly not.. Youve been ignoring me all day.. And your as tense as a rock right now"

".. I said im fine." his tone grows more stern, pushing your hand away and leaving the room.

"we are NOT doing this again! You cant just keep pushing me away kit. Thats not how this works!" you trail behind him as he walks into the bedroom.

"fine! You wanna know why? Because that shitty asylum is on the damn news again! Their not treating their patients any better! I suffered through hell and back in there. I dont want anyone else to." his voice wavers slightly, his eyes begining to gloss over with tears.

His breathing was at a slightly quickened pace, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. You immediately fill with guilt for making him feel that. Seeing his eyes full of tears. The slight quiver of his lips.

".. Kit.."

".. Look im sorry for snapping but it just hurts too see that. It just reminds me all too well of the typa' bullshit they put me through"

Without another word being spoken, you pull him into a gentle hug, peppering his face in comferting kisses.

"dont you ever apologise for that, you could say anything and I couldn't stay mad at you.. Your one of my soft spots" you mumble into his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist as he lets out a deep exhale through his nose.

"i love ya' sugar, so damn much" his face burried in your hair, the feel of his warm tears in your hair.

A/n : im so sorry for how bad this is. I have been really stressed recently its a miracle my hair isnt gray.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[deqdwinter]

𐔌᭥ᩙ༉ㅤ ㅤ 𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ candy!

pairing: toru oikawa x chubbyfem!reader

word count: 1.6k (HELLO??)

summary: when toru comes back from practice with a few scratches, he knows the one person who can kiss them better...

warnings: oral (f.receiving), mentions of breeding, little mention of cum eating at the end, toru is a chubby lover idc idc, sort of in between rough and soft sex??, pet names (baby, my love, mama, pretty boy, etc.), toru is a little shit (i love him sm)

authors notes: HAIIIIIILOOOOOOOOOOOOOO i'm so sorry that i've been so MIA like...... i went on vacation for like a week and even before that I had a bunch of tests and shit and then work right after it was just wayyyyy too much erm... BUT ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoy this and i promise A LOTT more is coming tehe :3 also can y'all tell i have a breeding kink or is it not too obvious?

Toru Oikawa has never needed anyone before in his life. 

His needs satiated by the attention of those who bombarded him with gifts, kisses on his charming face, letters that confessed their undying love for him. It had all been very cliche if he had to be brutally honest. Though, he never let it distract him. At least not completely.

Toru had continued to feed his love for volleyball past high school, exceeding his own expectations throughout his training to better his skills. Fortunately, throughout his self training, Toru had met the one person who wouldn’t chase after his attention…

“Baby? I’m home.” He mumbled as he held a tissue up to his bleeding nose. Leaving his shoes at the front door before closing it shut. He went to set his bag on the floor before freezing for a mere second and hanging it on the hook near the door. 

He heard your feet patter against the wood floor as you made your way towards him, and he already knew what your reaction to his injury would be…

“Hi my lo–Oh my gosh what happened?!” You screamed in worry as you rushed to your boyfriend's side, cupping his cheeks with one hand grabbing his hand to move the tissue from his face. 

“Ah it was nothin’. Hinata had spiked the ball and it hit my face…” He chuckled breathily as he looked down at you. 

“Well it was clearly something, Toru. You’re bleeding!” You whined as you pulled him by the arm and into the bathroom. “You better tell that little shit that if you seriously get hurt, I’m gonna kill him.” You grumble as you sit him on the toilet and rummage through the drawers for the first aid kit. 

“It’s not that serious, mama. I’m fine. Just a lil’ scratch.” Toru grinned as you rolled your eyes and walked towards him with the first aid kit in hand. He hissed as you pulled the tissue away from his face and let it fall into the trash can that was beside the both of you. 

“Look up.” You grumbled as you cupped his cheek with one hand and dabbed the cut on his nose with the other. “You need to start being more careful.” 

“You say that like I was at the verge of death.” His chuckle quickly turned into a low groan at the sting of the alcohol on his cut. 

“You will be if you don’t shut up.” You huffed before dabbing his cut a few more times, oblivious to the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you. 

He basked in the feeling of your skin against his. Your calloused but careful touch that had its own way of scolding him for being so careless of his own body, and gods did he love it. 

You pulled away for a second to stare at his face, finally noticing his piercing but charming stare. “What?” You looked down at him as he tilted his head to the side before shaking it softly. 

“Nothin’...” He mumbled before you huffed again and went to continue cleaning before he quickly grabbed your wrist, his tall figure standing up from the toilet and pulling you towards him as he stared down at you with a small grin on his pretty lips. “So pretty… Aren’t ya?” He whispered as he moved bits of your hair away from your face and grinned. “All mine too, hm?” He grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to your plush lips, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass while the other was tucked around your hip, with your hands burying themselves in his fluffy brown hair as you pulled him in for more. His tongue dove into your mouth the second you gave him access, twirling around your own before he pulled away to give you both a breath, a smirk on his face before he pouted mockingly as he looked down and grabbed your hand, “This hurts too, ya’ know?” He mumbled against your lips with a grin as he moved your hand towards his hard-on that pressed against his shorts. 

You look up at him and tilt your head, a small grin painting your lips before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I always take care of you… Why don’t we switch the roles this time, pretty boy?” You purr against his lips with a smirk. 

Toru pounced as he pushed his lips against yours and leaned down to wrap his hands under your thighs, lifting your plush body off the ground and pushing you against the wall as your tongues clashed together. With one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around the back of his neck, Toru pulled you away from the wall and exited the bathroom and placed you roughly on the bed, climbing over your body and hovering over you as his lips never left yours before he ended up pulling away, only for a second to remove his shirt. His toned body always amazed you. After years of hard work, Toru was able to build muscle on every part of his body, but still stay the same soft boy you met a year ago. 

You ran your hands over his abdomen as he leaned down again to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away again, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth at your small whine. “Relax, mama…” He whispered as he hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them down, along with your underwear. “Fuck…” He groaned lightly as he looked down at your twitching cunt that was begging for attention. 

“Toruuu..” You whined as you reached to grab his hands that began to push your legs towards your chest, with your lover who began to kneel on his knees as he came face to face with your weeping pussy. 

“Patience, baby. I got you…” He smirked before he looked back down at your cunt, his eyes glistening with need before he dove in between your legs. His tongue explored your folds as it occasionally flicked your clit. He groaned with his face buried in between your legs at your taste, “You taste so fuckin’ good…” 

You ground your pussy against his mouth as you held tightly onto his hair, pulling softly with soft moans leaving your plush lips, your legs threatening to close around his head as he began harshly sucking your clit into his mouth, “O-Oh god–!” You whined as he continued to eat out your cunt with a need only you could satisfy. “T-Toru– I’m gonna–” You began to squeal until you felt him pull away from your cunt with a pop. “W-Wha-”

“Mm mm. You’re gonna come on my cock before anything else.” He grinned as he hooked his fingers under his own shorts and slipped them down his long legs, pulling you towards the end of the bed by your legs and hooking your calves over his shoulders as he guided his dick towards your entrance. “What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about getting takeout maybe.” 

“What the fu–!” He cut you off as he pushed his cock inside of you, your walls tightening around his dick as he then leaned down with your legs still over his shoulders, and his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Y-You little sh–”

“Shut up for a second…” He groaned lightly into your ear, his breath warm against the side of your face. He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours as he opened his eyes to stare into your own. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful…” He hissed before pressing a kiss to your lips as he began thrusting his cock into you at a mediate pace, the squelch of your cunt music to his ears as the bed began to rock and creak softly. “Holy fuck…” He groaned lowly at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. 

“T-Toru–” 

“I know, mama. I know.” Toru groaned lightly as his pace began to increase, his dick pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could feel your walls begin to twitch as you felt the cord in your lower stomach pulling until the point it could snap at any moment. “Cum for me. Cum all over this dick, baby.” He whispered against your lips with a smile, his head diving to then press kisses on your chest as he pulled your tank top down just enough to free your breasts, his lips wrapping around your nipple as he continued thrusting into you swiftly. 

“C-Cum inside me, Toru… Please.” You whined as you buried your hands in his hair once again, pulling at his brown locks as he pulled away from your chest and grabbed ahold of your plush hips. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you at such a vigorous pace and your walls tightening around him as you both got closer and closer to your climax. 

He moaned at your words as he leaned down and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on the sides of your head, “I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you, mama. Wanna get you pregnant, all nice and full of kids.. You’d like that huh?” He chuckled breathily before his pace began to stutter. “F-Fuck–G-Gonna–” He whimpered as his pace faltered, with your moans echoing in his ear as you came around his cock, and his cum painting your insides white. Your toes curled at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, breathless pants leaving both of your lips as you felt Toru pull away from you. 

“Toru?” You mumbled as you reached for him with your eyes closed before you felt hands on the back of your thighs again, “Toru?” You called out again before a moan erupted from your throat. You felt his tongue begin to suck your clit once more, with his cum seeping out of your hole as licked every drop up. 

He moaned against your folds before pulling away, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Gotta make sure I clean up… right?”

[moon-fics]

Hi! Any chance you’d be open to writing an angsty Ghost fic? I’ve had the idea that because they’re relationship is secret (both on 141) they give each other 3 taps to say I love you. Somehow the reader gets mortally injured and because they can’t speak they cradle his face in a hand giving him 3 taps. 🥺 I know this is really specific so feel free to change anything if you feel like writing it! :)

A/n: My first request and I love it🥺 I literally do this with my partners!! This is gonna be so cute thank you for the ask!! Please feel free to return!

Warning: Swears, mentions of blood and injury, angst

The moment you knew you loved Ghost was when you were tending to his wounds. It was a rough mission and both of you needed patching up, Ghost insisting you get fixed first. There's no arguing with him when it comes to survival.

He's sitting upright in his desk chair, the moonlight shining through the window. You can see the white of his mask reflecting the light, his eyes are shadowed by his mask.

Your hands barely touch his skin while wrapping a bandage over his cut arm. You're so focused on ensuring the dressing isn't too tight you completely miss his gaze that's locked on you. You tie off the bandage, reaching for some bandaids from his medical kit. He got lucky on this mission, he doesn't need stitches.

Once you finish you unknowingly tap his leg three times, getting to your feet. It doesn't even enter your mind that he might know what something so intimate. From the amount of time you've spent with him you've only known him to be reserved and cocky, you've never seen a soft side to him.

"Any other injuries I should be worried about?" You ask, picking up the first aid kit and closing it. Your eyes finally meet his and your breathing stops. There's something in his eyes that makes you wonder if he somehow knew what you meant when you tapped him.

"No." He responds, his voice raspy from screaming into his com all day. You nod, assuming he'd want you to give him privacy. He usually needs a day to rest after a hard mission, tonight is no different. At least, that's what you think, meanwhile, Ghost is barely holding it together in front of you. "You and Soap goin' out for drinks?" He grumbles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs in a relaxed position.

"Probably, I'm not really in the mood but knowing Soap he's gonna drag me down to a bar somewhere." You shrug, placing his medkit on his desk. You're tired and you know alcohol will only add to your pain in the morning, but Soap can convince a grumpy old man to smile.

"I'll join ya." He keeps his tone low, almost uninterested. You're not sure why he's showing interest in spending time with you and Soap. He spent a whole week never leaving your side and he still wants to be around you.

"Whatever you say, LT." You smile, following him to find Soap.

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You think back to that moment, when you secretly confessed your feelings to Ghost. You can't help but laugh at how stupid you were to think the man who knew more about body language than you did about, well, anything. It's a fond memory, the moment Ghost knew he shared those feelings with you.

Even now as you bleed in Ghost's lap, you still smile at the memory. His frightened eyes stare into your slowly dulling ones. You wonder if this is how it all ends if your life story is slowly coming to a close.

"We'll get you patched up and you'll be sent home." Ghost assures you and himself. Your vision is getting blurry and there's darkness creeping in. You want to believe him, the man you love. However, the numbness in your fingers is reminding you that he's wrong. "I know for a fact you'll be hanging this over my head for at least a year." He tries to lighten to mood, but you can't laugh.

You know that he'll blame himself by the end of the day. He'll break everything in sight and then himself. You took the bullet for him, you jumped in front of a loaded gun and got shot. You can't give him a reason as to why other than the fact that after the night out with Soap, he tapped your hand three times before going to bed.

You can tell you only have minutes, maybe just one, before you lose everything. You can barely lift your arm, and shakily reach out to hold Ghost's face. His mask feels so foreign in your hands after months of getting to know his skin.

As silence surrounds you, you force yourself to move your index finger. Tap tap tap.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

I don't know why you would support someone who is ruining the Fandom, it's not funny you should feel bad for yourself

You... you're new around here, ain't ya? Come sit down with Momma Kit for a min, let's have a talk.

1- read the tags and content warnings. Honeybug, you're responsible for your media consumption and when you find something too dark for you, exit out.

2- Dark fiction, not just dark romance serve a important role in society. They allow us to face dark, disturbing and taboo concepts in a safe way in which can be healing for victims but also allows those who haven't been victims to experience it second hand which helps develop a stronger sense of empathy.

3- Dark stories deserve to be told, just like any other fiction story regardless of if you like them.

Oh, and nonny- one more thing. I fucking tortured my OC, drove her and her lover mad before having her gut *herself* in front of her lover. In another fic I burned a school bus in a auto accident in front of their mother because I got pissed off Marvel tried to pretend the only casualties of the Snap were those who turned to dust. Dark angst and Smut are my fucking bread and butter.

Last point, I swear. Those who send nonny hate and can't manage their content consumption are the ones ruining the fandom.

(PS: You're making me tempted to do something far worse in Hazbin than @redvexillum's lovely Caught)

[these-posts-arent-real]

Clanblr dashboard simulator is back babye (part 1)

#yes i just finished part 1 #yes im already doing another one #this is really fun to me #hey btw when the follow button is "missing" it isnt missing. #that's your mutuals

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I miss leaf-bareeeeee... my long-haired ass CANNOT with this weather

#shorthairs please dont reblog with "actually i think the warm weather is nice" #then this post isn't for you #robbbinposts

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I'm trnasgender

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Happy 6 moon anniversary to the time I butchered what was supposed to be my cool, unexpected coming-out with a spelling error

🔥 b-b-b-blaaazr Follow

At least the typo wasnt in your url dude

Also. The coming out wasnt unexpected. At all. We all knew.

#fuck you blaze #"we all knew" yeah maybe because i posted about how i wished i was a tom 10 times a day #whacking uou on the head with my manly paws

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Happy bday to @lionsight-x3, my beloved mutual! Cant imagine life without you

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AGHJHHHH THANK YOUUU ILY SO MUCH LILY <3

#Was honestly having a TERRIBLE birthday until I saw this. #Love you so much Lilystem.

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Am I the only one who didnt know that @ex-thunderclan-kipper is a kittypet??

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His whole blog, including his url, is based around the fact that he's ex-clan... how are you just now finding this out...

🦋 lalala-bluegaze Follow

I just followed for the wood-scratching art..

#didnt realize he was a kittypet #:/

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Kits are having their apprentice ceremony tomorrow... can't believe they're all grown up. At least my next litter is due in a moon!!

#momlife #queen #leaving the nursery #mom life #nursery queen #perm queen #perm queen life #permanent queen #permanent queen life

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Im actually gonna die

🫎 mo0sedude Follow

Sorry guys forgot to specify. My assessment is tomorrow. So like. My mentor is gonna decide if I get to become a warrior or not. Im freaking out

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Wait. Youre an apprentice still??

🫎 mo0sedude Follow

Ya? My bio says 11 moons- how old did you think I was?

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

WHAT????

I thought you were 21 moons old! Last time I read your bio was 2 days ago and I swear I thought it said 21!??

#moose ive been thinking you were 21 this whole time #cant believe youre only a moon older than me #this is surreal #robbblogs

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Im on transblr and I keep mixing @l1llyst3m up with @carnation-stem-02... they look nothing alike and post about completely different things I think it's just the (flower)stem names

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This is extra funny to me considering Lily and I actually became mutuals due to a similar mix-up (someone tagged her where they meant to tag me) but I for the life of me cannot understand how nobody takes one look at our blogs and never makes that mistake again.

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To the cats in the notes saying "but you're both trans, it's confusing" guys. We arent even the same flavor of gender...

#shes transfemme #im agender #why is this even a source of confusion #we dont even go by the same pronouns..

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Uh... hello?? I think Im on the wrong site... what in the name of StarClan is... Tumblr...

[miss-multi45]

ghouls and ghoulettes with a ghoul s/o who is DEFINITELY the freakiest mf in the band, even more than swiss an sodo combined. Pretty please with a cherry on top, I love ya❤️

i love you too, pookie. accidentally wrote this with G/N reader. also this is smutty as shit and i made the reader a brat on most of them, come get y'alls food.

swiss

damn..he might have to up his game.

or he'll just sub while you whisper the most back crackalackin praise and degradation in his pointed ears.

rub his tail as well, that'll have him crying for you and repeating cute little pleas of mercy whilst you're overstimming the poor baby <3.

sodo

battle of the freaks.

refuses to sub unless he's reasonably far down the path of overstimulation.

can and will masturbate you until you physically can't cum anymore and he has to clean you up after.

rain

ohohoho.

rain is a soft dom, but if you flip a switch in him he will fuck you until you're a sore and whimpering bundle of cum-filled cuteness.

so you being even freakier than swiss and sodo is a difficult job for him.

but he doesn't mind, he'll coo at you while you're crying for him to please slow down.

phantom

...he's a switch.

and you're mostly the dom, but sometimes when phant is in a bad mood he will not hesitate to put you in your place with spanking and edging.

when you're the dom, he's a whiney, sweaty mess and so sore.

mountain

oh?

mountain gives off such daddy vibes.

if you've been misbehaving because you just want to get dicked down, that's ok.

you'll just be doing jobs around the ministry while having a remote controlled vibrator buried inside you and mountain sat in the common room reading a book and making you cream your pants over and over again.

aether

another switch.

he will gladly explore kinks with you.

but if he's been horny, and you've been bratty..

well, you'll find yourself sat back to chest in his lap with your legs pressed up to your chest while he fingers you in front of a mirror, forcing you watch yourself cum over and over again.

omega

oh god.

he already has to deal with terzo's flirty comments and touches.

now a ghoul? but don't worry, both of them will treat you to a long night of passionate fornication and brat taming.

alpha

awww.

he loves you so much.

he's always wanted a s/o that's even freakier than him and the others, so you're perfect.

having you ride him while your genitals are getting sore and sensitive with the bullet vibrator buzzing away is just so cute and such a fun way to pass the time.

ifrit

fuck yeah.

the sheer horniness between you to is enough to make the Pope resign because even Jesus can't stop it at this point.

there are times where you're both domming, or both subbing, or both edging each other.

aurora

nice.

i mean, swiss is practically her best friend besides phantom and the ghoulettes, so she knows quite a lot of kinks.

she just didn't expect them to feel that good. she didn't know that you fingering her while she squirted felt so overwhelming, and she didn't know using toys on her clit would make her cry so loud that the poor innocent kits were wondering why she was so scared at two in the morning.

cirrus

oh baby, she'll take good care of you.

she isn't that experienced, but she knows her shit.

you can play with her pussy while she tells you how good it feels, and she can use her tongue and fingers to bring you to the edge and over it more times than you can count while you call her 'mommy'.

cumulus

brat taming queen over here.

she shoots you a look that instantly goes down to your sensitive spots whenever you're misbehaving around the other ghouls and ghoulettes.

later, when you both get to your room, she will punish you while spitting degradation at you and making sure you learn your lesson.

mist

she's not too kinky, she pretty much only has a mommy kink, BDSM kink, and a biting kink.

but she gets a shitload more when you came along.

like damn, she didn't even know she liked it when she cuddlefucked you with her strap and gagged you with her fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while she told you, "what a good little pet you are."

[temeyes]

141 babes and friends, I have a question!! What instrument would you play and why? I’m a drummer, and I love everything about percussion!! It’s so fun, especially to make music more dramatic:3

oh my god okay okay!! (bestie i hope ya forgive me, my knowledge for musical instruments are a little rusty HSAHSHASHSH)

starting with the old man again, Price would be, again, a basic bitch and would prominently play a guitar. but i think he'd be good with any kind of string instrument??? maybe a cello or a double bass??? but i think he'd be a casual aerophone enthusiast, like he'd enjoy playing a flute- a pan flute to be exact. i can imagine him carving one himself too.

sweetheart Gaz would make a great pianist! i'd like to headcanon that he has a taste for mellow but dramatic music. Gaz would definitely love the flexibility that comes with playing a piano. he also feels like the guy who would record videos of himself making piano/keyboard covers of his favorite songs, especially when he was younger. (he also gives the vibes that his parents forced him to get formal lessons when he was a kid LOL.)

Soap would be like you, bestie! a drummer! he's definitely a loud music enjoyer. also i can envision younger him just going all out on hitting his first drum kit that he managed to convince his mom to get him for his birthday. though i think he'd enjoy playing guitar too, both acoustic and electric.

jesus, Ghost is always so hard to write for LOL. he technically knows how to play a guitar??? lowkey i think he's also a basic bitch like Price. but me thinks he'd have an unexpected preference for a ukelele or a violin. i think he'd avoid loud music- not because he can't take it, he just doesn't like it LOL (basing this on the 2009!Ghost comics btw) and like Gaz, Ghost i think is a chill music enjoyer lol!!!!

bonus Laswell again, me thinks mother would be play the saxophone and would blast it directly into Price's ear like that one meme AHSAHHSAHS. also, she'd love Chappell Roan