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[h0ll0w-gr0v3]

*Chunky blood starts to seep out. The wound is healing, just much much slower than usual. It looks like there's things crawling out of the wound*

*It's just staring at Predator, jaws still split. Silently crying harder*

youdeservedit,dis. shutup! whyshouldi? dammit,getoutofourhead!

~🕕/🎈

ᎽϴႮ ՏᎻϴႮᏞᎠ ᎻᎪᏙᎬ ᎬХᏢᎬᏟͲᎬᎠ ͲᎻᎪͲ Ͳϴ ᎻᎪᏢᏢᎬΝ. ᎽϴႮ ᎠϴΝ'Ͳ ᎪͲͲᎪᏟᏦ ᏢᎬϴᏢᏞᎬ ᏞᏆᏦᎬ ͲᎻᎪͲ.

DIS, don't focus on it. Are you alright?..

[atzaurora]

first… I love your writing so much ^^♡ ♡ ♡ u always have me kicking my feet and giggling

request: i cannot get out of my mind husband!mingi (w a nastyyyy breeding kink) sending the kids away for the weekend and now that you have alone time, him begging and begginggg to fill you up again and have another one of his babies ;; he’s been extra lovey and kissy and touchy on you and lately it’s been especially hard to keep yourself off him and so you take him up on his offer and you fuck like rabbits to make a new baby (/-\)

thankuuu <3

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] seed of affection

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Mingi

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!wife!mom!reader x husband!dad!mingi

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: married

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, manual stimulation, slight overstimulation

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sending the kids away and having the house all to themselves...Mingi can't resist his desire of putting another baby in her...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 2.3k

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy my work :33 loved writing this one a lot so I hope you like it as well! enjoyyy

if you have any ideas or wishes let me know, requests are open

here's my [𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕]!

[𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕] here!

[about me] + [guidelines]!

Mingi watched as the car pulled away, carrying your kids off for a weekend adventure at their grandparents’. The excitement of having a few days of uninterrupted time together buzzed between you and your husband, a rare and precious opportunity in the midst of your busy lives. A smile tugged at the corners of Mingi’s mouth as he turned back to you, his eyes darkening with a hunger that had been building for weeks. It had been obvious in the way he sought your touch constantly—resting his hand on your thigh, holding your hand at every opportunity, and stealing kisses whenever he could.

As if unable to resist, Mingi’s hand found yours, his fingers interlocking with yours in a silent declaration of intent. The living room was a mess, strewn with half-packed bags and toys scattered about, remnants of your children’s presence. But none of that mattered now. All that existed was the delicious anticipation crackling in the air between you and him, a tension that had been simmering for far too long.

Without a word, you both moved toward the bedroom, the familiar path feeling charged with new possibilities. The moment you stepped inside, Mingi couldn’t hold back any longer. He pinned you against the wall, his mouth claiming yours in a fiery kiss that sent shockwaves of desire through your body. His hands roamed over your curves with a familiarity that was both comforting and thrilling, each touch sending your pulse racing. You could feel his hardness pressing insistently against your stomach, a silent plea growing more insistent with every second that passed.

Between heated kisses, Mingi’s voice was a low murmur in your ear, sweet nothings mixed with the raggedness of his breath. His fingers worked deftly on the buttons of your blouse, each one undone with a reverence that made your heart flutter. As the fabric slipped from your shoulders and fell to the floor, he paused to drink in the sight of you. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your waist, and the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and need. "I want to fill you up. I want to put another baby inside you."

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, the idea of carrying another piece of him within you, growing closer with every breath, was intoxicating. You looked up at him and nodded, your eyes reflecting the depth of your agreement, unable to find words for the feelings surging through you. With a soft groan, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bed with the care of a man who knew exactly how to cherish his most precious treasure.

As he laid you down, the mattress dipped beneath your weight, its softness enveloping you like a lover’s embrace. Mingi hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he removed the last barriers between you. His kisses grew more urgent, his touch more demanding, yet still filled with the love that had always been the foundation of your relationship.

His hands slid down to your thighs, pushing them apart with a gentle force that made your breath hitch. His fingers traced the delicate lace of your underwear, teasing you with light touches before finally sliding the fabric off, revealing your slick, waiting folds. He groaned against your neck, his breath hot and ragged as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through your entire body. He began kissing a path down your stomach, his lips brushing over your skin in a way that made you squirm with anticipation. His breath was warm and damp against your inner thighs, heightening the tension that was already winding tight within you.

You reached for his belt, eager to return the favor, your hands trembling slightly as you unbuckled it. With a quick tug, his pants fell to the floor, and his erection sprang free, thick and hard. Wrapping your hand around him, you felt him pulse in your grip, his eyes closing briefly before snapping back to yours, a silent challenge that made your heart race.

Mingi settled between your legs, his mouth tracing a line of kisses from your navel down to your inner thigh. His breath hovered over your core, the anticipation nearly unbearable. When his tongue finally met your clit, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure flooded your senses. He took his time, savoring every taste, every reaction, his movements slow and deliberate, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge.

With a growl of satisfaction, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so to hit that spot that made you see stars. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out, your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the sensations building within you. His thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to send you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath him.

But Mingi wasn’t finished. He kissed his way back up your body, leaving a trail of hickeys along your neck and chest, each one a claim, a reminder of this moment. When he reached your mouth, he claimed it again, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers as they moved within you, driving you wild with need. You could feel the urgency of his desire, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.

With a wicked grin, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a hum of approval. "So sweet," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with your arousal. With one deep, slow thrust, he filled you completely, making you gasp at the sudden fullness.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he began to move. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, his hips rolling in a rhythm that had you panting and moaning his name. His eyes never wavered from yours, the intensity of his gaze sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel another climax building within you, your muscles tightening around him, pulling him deeper.

Mingi leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was as possessive as it was loving. His hand found your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple into a tight peak as he continued to thrust into you. "You’re going to take every drop," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that sent shivers down your spine. "I’m going to fill you up and make sure you carry my baby."

His words pushed you closer to the brink, the idea of him filling you, of creating another life together, sending you spiraling into another orgasm. You shattered beneath him, your walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless.

Mingi’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release. "That’s it, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with emotion. "Gonna fill you up nicely, alright?" He thrusted into you one last time, his cock twitching as his orgasm hit, his cum spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan. "Oh, fuck, there we go, angel," he whimpered, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the intensity of the moment began to fade, Mingi slowly pulled out, his eyes never leaving yours. But instead of collapsing beside you, he flipped you over gently, guiding you onto all fours. His hand caressed your cheek, urging you to look back at him. "I’m not done with you yet," he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

He entered you again, his cum still inside you, and pushed it back in with each thrust. His grip on your hips was firm, his pace unrelenting as he drove into you from behind. The new angle heightened the sensation, each thrust deeper and more intense, sending you climbing toward another peak.

His hand slid around to your front, his fingers finding your clit once more. He worked it with the same skill that had brought you to the edge before, each touch pushing you closer to another climax. "You’re so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "So wet for me." His praises fueled your desire, making you push back against him, eager for more.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure. The pressure within you built rapidly, and as he pounded into you, the warmth of his seed filling you again sent you spiraling over the edge once more. Your body shuddered with the force of your release, and you collapsed onto the bed, spent but utterly satisfied.

Mingi lowered himself next to you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through you.

You nestled into his embrace, the feeling of the stickiness between your legs a reminder of the passion you had just shared. "I love you too," you replied, your voice soft, filled with the same depth of emotion that you saw reflected in his eyes.

Mingi’s hands continued to roam over your body, his touch feather-light as he traced the contours of your curves. His thumb brushed over your clit, still sensitive from your recent orgasms, and you jumped slightly, gasping at the sudden spark of pleasure. He chuckled, his breath warm against your neck, and kissed you gently. "I can’t get enough of you," Mingi whispered against your skin, his voice filled with adoration and a lingering hunger that made your heart race. "Your taste, your scent, the way you feel around me—everything about you drives me wild."

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then take me again," you dared, your voice dropping to a seductive purr, challenging him with the depth of your desire.

Mingi’s eyes darkened with renewed intensity, the playful grin on his face replaced by a look of sheer determination. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. As he devoured your lips, his hand slid down to grasp his still-hard cock, guiding it back to your entrance.

With one smooth motion, he pushed back inside you, his thick length filling you completely once more. This time, the pace was slower, more intimate. Mingi moved with deliberate care, each thrust deep and measured, his gaze never leaving yours as he sought to connect with you on every possible level. His eyes searched yours, watching as your pupils dilated with pleasure, as your breath hitched with every movement.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your bodies pressed so tightly together that you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest. Your hands roamed over his back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the way they flexed beneath your fingertips with each thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper, making him drive his cock into you with an intensity that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body.

"Mhm, right there," you moaned, your mouth falling open as he found your sweet spot again, hitting it with perfect precision. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building rapidly as his hips rocked against yours in a rhythm that made you see stars.

The tension within you grew, winding tighter and tighter until it felt like a coil ready to snap. Mingi’s movements became more urgent, his breath ragged as he felt you tighten around him, your body reacting to his every touch. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock, driving you both closer to the edge.

"You’re going to take my cum, okay?" Mingi growled, his voice rough with need, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Be my good girl and let me fill you up again."

His words were your undoing. The tight coil of pleasure within you snapped, and you came with a low moan, your body convulsing around his cock, pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you in powerful waves. Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as you rode out the intense pleasure, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mingi followed soon after, his own release a hot rush that filled you to the brim. He thrusted into you one last time, his body tensing as he spilled his seed deep inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he let out a guttural moan of satisfaction. The feeling of his warmth spreading through you was intoxicating, leaving you both breathless and sated.

He collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "I love you," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper that reverberated through your soul, filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell with love.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with the same adoration. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, the words heavy with meaning.

Mingi smiled down at you, his fingers gently grazing over your stomach as he spoke again, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and longing. "I can’t wait to see your tummy growing again, my love," he whispered, his eyes reflecting the depth of his desire to see you carry another piece of him within you.

[cherimoyatea]

Heyyyy I hope you are doing well!! Could you do rafayel as a girl daddd?? And the daughter is just like him, sassy and all? (Feel free to ignore!)

Hi Annonie!

I'm fine, thank you so much! Hope you're doing good too :)

Thank you for your request! I always imagined Rafayel as a girl dad, and I think their dynamic would be absolutely hilarious and nerve-wracking at the same time! Hope you like what I've come up with for this :)

Had so much fun researching a suitable name for his daughter and ended up sticking with Nerina, which comes from greek mythologie and means ''mermaid'' hehe.

❧ Rafayel- Double Trouble

Pairing: Rafayel x You Word Count: 969 Tags: married au, comedy, rafayel and cats, bratty daughter, overstimulated mom, thomas being bullied, tara

''Moooom??'' You hear your daughter call from the other room while you're hiding in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet lid to escape the madhouse you call home. You've only been away for five minutes, and just from the tone of Nerina's voice, you can tell she's already quarreling with Rafayel.

With an exasperated sigh, you let your head fall back and silently count down—waiting for the other parent in your household to call for you, too.

''…3…2…1''

''Mcccc!?'' Ah, there it is! You roll your eyes at Rafayel's shrill voice, shaking your head at the Lemurian who sometimes feels like your second child.

''Nerina let that little demon into my studio! AGAIN!!''

The little ''demon'' is Miu, your daughter's pet cat and your husband's worst nightmare. Even though he's still convinced that every cat on earth exists solely to threaten his life, he couldn't deny his daughter's wish to adpot a cat and eventually gave in when she looked at him with those big, sunset-colored eyes she inherited from her father.

But now, the white ragdoll is a daily reminder that your patience is running thin with their quarreling and fights over whether the cat should be allowed to stroll around the studio or not. You sigh and reluctantly leave your hiding spot to face your rivaling family members, preparing yourself for the worst.

As you enter the studio, you see your husband and daughter standing opposite each other, arms crossed and pouting faces. You hold back a giggle at the scene in front of you, while a famous saying about the apple not falling far from the tree crosses your mind.

''Listen, Princess! Daddy loves you more than the ocean loves the beach, b-but I'm gonna snap if I see that 'thing' in my studio again!" Rafayel explains in a shaky voice, standing at a safe distance and pointing at Miu, who shamelessly nuzzles up on the orange couch, purring innocently. Nerina's pouty frown deepens as she hears her father's words. She stomps her foot and shakes her head, making her long locks sway with the movement.

''You're a meanie! Miu didn't even do anything, you just hate her!''

Rafayel's heart breaks a little at your daughter's words, while his face turns to you, his eyes almost pleading for you to step in.

Noticing his silent request for help, you walk closer and crouch down to your daughter hoping to smooth things over between your family members. ''No, honey, that's not true. Daddy loves Miu... he just doesn't like her spreading fur on his artwork, that's all.''

Nerina's expression brightens slightly at your words, the frown disappearing from her little face. Leaning in, she shields her mouth from her father and whispers in your ear, loud enough for Rafayel to hear.

''Mommy? I think Daddy is afraid of Miu...''

She nods, as if trying to convince you of her revelation, and you almost snort in response, quickly clearing your throat to hide your amusement—your sharp-eyed little daughter had clearly picked up on the obvious!

''I... what?! I'm not afraid, I just don't-'' Rafayel's protest is abruptly silenced by a stern look from you, his pout reappearing on his flushed, embarrassed face.

As much as he was proud of his little starfish, Nerina was already challenging him so much at her young age. ''Fine, fine...'' he mumbles, slowly stepping away with a sulk, his eyes locked on the white ragdoll on the couch.

When did his little girl grow up so fast? He sighs.

Later that day, you find yourself sitting in a quiet corner of the mall, having coffee with Tara. It's one of those rare occasions when you both get to enjoy a little chat since you became a mom.

You're completely engrossed in your conversation when a familiar voice suddenly echoes through the mall. You turn your head toward the sound, and your eyes widen as you spot Rafayel and Nerina, followed by Thomas, leisurely strolling through the fancy shops on the other side of the mall.

''Thomas! What's taking you so long?! Daddy promised me ice cream!'' You hear Nerina's sassy voice. She glances back at poor Thomas, who is struggling under the weight of several shopping bags filled with dresses, toys, and plushies. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples as he hurries to keep up.

When Rafayel had called earlier and invited him along on their shopping spree, Thomas clearly hadn't expected to become their pack mule. ''Coming, Miss...'' He replies, his voice heavy with exhaustion, narrowing his eyes at the purple-haired artist, as he once again questions every life choice that led him to become his manager.

''Give him a moment, my little starfish. Thomas isn't the youngest among us, yeah?" Rafayel jokes with an amused grin, patting his daughter's head as he turns to Thomas, raising an eyebrow and mimicking Nerina's sassy tone.

"Thomas! Come ooon, hurry up! My Princess asked for ice cream!"

A bright smile spreads across Tara's cheeks as she observes their interactions, while you shift in your seat, silently hoping your family doesn't notice you yet. ''Awww, like father, like daughter!'' She giggles, shifting her gaze back to you as she grips her coffee cup again. ''They're so cute, you must be proud of them!''

''More like 'outnumbered' you mean!'' You mumble under your breath, taking a sip of your own cup as you watch the trio disappear into the ice cream parlor.

Suddenly, a smile forms on your lips, and a warm, comforting feeling spreads through your chest as you think of your beloved husband and your precious daughter.

Sure, they could be a handful at times, but you wouldn't want it any other way... and you couldn't wait to get home to them later.

But for now, Rafayel was the parent in charge.

Thanks for reading

Cheri 🍒

[gracieheartspedro]

Somewhere With You

Part 4 of How Long

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

FIND Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 HERE!!

description: sleeping with your exes brother is one thing, but envisioning a whole life with him? that's a dangerous game. but you did it. now you're here, and tommy is fucking pissed.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! fear of being caught by sarah?, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING, dirty talk, overstimulation, titty fucking (yw caly), light violence, tommy is literally evil.

author's note: jesus christ i'm so glad I am finally here with this. I feel like finishing this is my greatest success in life lmao. I will probably continue this series but this is the last part for a while. I appreciate everyone's love on it and I can't wait to get more stuff out to y'all!

“Are we going to have a celebration when we get home?”

Joel laughs, “Yeah, we can. What did you wanna do?”

You just listen to Sarah list off all the possible ways to celebrate winning the tournament. The movies, going to the mall for new jeans, going to the local ice cream parlor every night of the week. Joel shakes his head at that one as he turns the truck onto the highway. You have your knees up to your chest, the zip up Joel let you borrow hanging off your shoulders. You had complained about how cold you were all weekend, so Joel shut you up by tossing you his zip up. You haven’t taken it off since. 

The sun was setting over the horizon, drawing the Sunday to a close. You had to work in the morning and you were dreading concluding the weekend you spent with Joel and Sarah. 

Everything with them seems natural. It felt like family. 

You did not want to face tomorrow, especially when there was no set plans as to when you would be hanging out with them again. 

Luckily, Sarah has not mentioned much of anything about what she saw early Saturday morning, so there was no awkward tension. The only time it came up was when you all were tired from Saturday’s events and you arrived back to the hotel room.

“You two sleeping together tonight, too?��� She asked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She wasn’t even trying to be rude or demeaning, she just wanted to know if she could fall asleep in one of the beds without being stirred. 

“Yeah, you can have that bed hun.” Joel answered. 

Sitting on those horribly uncomfortable bleachers and cheering Sarah on had taken a lot out of you, so you were ready to throw yourself into the plush mattress, too. 

You watched Sarah throw herself onto of the comforter, sinking into the pillows face first. It makes you giggle while you grab your pajamas to change. 

Joel nudges you while you dig through your duffle, “No funny business tonight, ma’am.” 

You shake your head, his comment making your stomach turn upside down with nerves. You smack his chest with the back of your hand, “No duh, asshole.”

Sarah puts her headphones on, drowning out Joel’s humming to an old country song. You just stare ahead, watching him speed pass car after car. His truck revs every time he does it which makes you clench your knees a bit tighter. 

“In a rush, dear?”

The nickname makes his heart race.

He taps his fingers, trying to act like that nickname doesn’t drive him insane. “Want to make sure to get you home so you can be rested up for work in the morning.”

“That’s mighty sweet of you, but take your time. I’m in no rush.”

He eases off the gas a bit, taking your advice. 

“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?” 

It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.

“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her. 

It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table. 

“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”

You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.

“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”

He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”

“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”

He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.

“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”

“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again. 

Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”

He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat. 

-

Sarah was dead asleep in the backseat, so you both decided to get all the stuff from the back inside before nudging her awake. You quietly shut the door, grabbing Joel’s one bag from the driveway and slinging it over your shoulder. 

You follow close behind him as he unlocks the front door and places Sarah’s stuff on the staircase. 

The idea of having to leave made you want to scream. You didn’t feel like driving home and laying lonely in your own bed. You didn’t want to resume your boring life at work. You just wanted him. 

This weekend made you realize that you really couldn’t live without him. You’re not only comfortable around him, but he’s exciting. He cracks jokes and compliments you when you don’t expect it. Those couple of months without him were still months he was plaguing your mind, even though he wasn’t physically around you. 

You snap out of your thoughts quickly. You start watching Joel’s muscles restrict over his gray t-shirt and it’s enough to send you to your knees. You didn’t even realize how crazy he was driving you. His messy curls that were trapped under a hat most of the weekend are finally loose and curling up his neck. And the way his jeans hugged his ass while he walked away from you? You didn’t know how long to could refrain from telling him you needed him, right this second. 

“I may call out tomorrow. Too tired to sit on my computer all day and run reports,” You say while he wonders back to you from his bedroom down the hall. You’re hoping it leads to an offer.  

He nods, tossing his keys on the entry table next to you,“Yeah, I am off tomorrow. Have to get this house in order and make sure Sarah actually wakes up for school in the morning.”

No offer. Maybe you could propose it?

“Maybe I could just spend the night.”

The air is thick instantly with tension. You can hear the hitch in his throat. Once you say it, you realize how desperate you must sound. But you want to be able to lay next to him again. You want and need him. 

“If that’s what you wanna do, sweetheart. I don’t mind none. Love havin’ you here.”

He grabs your waist lazily, pulling you into his chest. The connection sends chills down your arms. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to you to think I’m being needy.”

He doesn’t even hesitate, he just bows his head to capture your lips with his, giving you a slow sensual kiss. You move your hands up to his neck, pulling him down further into you, eager to be close to him. 

When he realizes that’s where it’s going, he pulls up for air. 

“Lemme go get the last couple bags and get Sarah inside.”

As he says that, the door flings open behind you. A sleepy Sarah blinks at both of you, shaking her head instantly when she sees her Dad’s arms wrapped around you. You push back, flinging yourself backwards and away from Joel. 

“Can you lovebirds do that somewhere else,” She groans, while rubbing her eyes, “Don’t need another sibling created right in front of m-”

“Sarah Jane!”

-

You smile when Joel drops onto his mattress with a huff. 

“So…” You drift off, crawling onto Joel’s lap, “You come here often?”

He chuckles, his hands beginning to trail your waist.

“Come here quite often, actually,” He jokes, his hands resting right under your shirt and on your hips. “How about you?”

You hum, “Not really. Maybe a couple times. Would love to come around, more though.”

“That so?”

You lean down, using your fingers to pull back his brown locks and pivot his head upward. You kiss him gingerly, smiling at his small groan.

You pull away, “I’d love to come to your bed every night, Joel Miller.”

The guttural moan he makes sends a rush to your core. He grabs the nape of your neck and brings you back down to his lips. He takes control of your movements, switching positions by gently laying you back. He leans over your body, his lips carrying the weight of his emotion. You’re scrambling though, tugging at his shirt, trying to rid it off his body. He pulls away to throw it off his body, motioning you to do the same. Soon, you two are completely naked.

“I never get sick of this view,” He rasps, his eyes raking your body. 

You smirk, “Back atcha, babe.”

He positions himself on top of you, his lips lingering on your neck and collarbones. 

Joel’s kisses are always intentional. It’s like he knows every pressure point on your body. His lips are always wet and supple, dragging across your soft skin. 

When his mouth reaches the skin around your breast, you start to arch up for more contact. He grabs your stomach, pushing it softly down onto the bed. 

“Patience, baby,” He mumbles, kissing the same area on the other breast. You jerk up again, absentmindedly.

“Can’t help it,” You whine, trying not to sound so desperate. 

He clicks his tongue, “You can and you will.”

His lips wrap around your nipple and you just watch with hooded lids. His eyes are closed, so focus on teasing every inch of your body. You can feel the slick pool between your legs at the sight. 

“Joel, please.”

He releases the pink nub, “What, baby? Use those words.”

“I want you all over, Joel.”

“Yeah? Where? Here?” 

He grabs your breast roughly, making you mewl. 

You finally gesture down. Your hand slides between your legs, dragging up and down your own slit. You gather as much slick as you can, bringing it up to Joel’s surprised expression. 

“I see…” He brings your fingers up to his lips. You gape at his next actions, amazed that he’s so filthy. He takes your two fingers and licks them like a popsicle. You audible sigh as he sucks on your fingers like a man starved. 

“You goin’ to be extra good for me?” He asks when your digits escape his mouth. 

“Always am.”

Your voice is shaky when you say it. It makes Joel smirk. He loves when you sound ruined.

“Love hearing those words come out of your pretty little mouth.”

He crawls down your body, peppering kisses from your stomach down to your thighs. You watch him closely as he props your thighs over his shoulders. He does not waste time, diving straight into your divine center. You try to refrain from screaming his name, knowing Sarah may not be asleep yet. You clap your hand over your mouth while he licks your sensitive clit. He lays his tongue flat, pressing into you as he shakes his head back and forth. When he does that, you yelp into your palm. 

“Mmm, baby girl wants to be loud so bad,” He chuckles darkly, using his fingers to spread your lips, “You wanna be loud for me huh?”

“Yes, please, God,” You pant, “Need you in me, Joel.”

“Yeah? Lets stretch you out a bit,” He doesn’t even give any warning when he sinks his fingers inside your pussy. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready, baby girl. Want you to cum before I stick this cock in ya.”

You swallow, letting him take the lead like usual. You liked it this way, when he ravishes you with his abilities and you get to cum several times. You never had sex like this in your life, especially consistently. 

His fingers curl inside you, pumping in and out. You can hear how wet you are, the wetness sequelching against Joel’s fingers. Your pussy is graced with his tongue again while he fucks you with his digits. It’s like it’s pulled out of you. The orgasm sends white hot flashes to your vision. You know you’re saying something, but it’s no word in the English language. 

When you come back down from euphoria, Joel’s ontop of you again. He’s kissing your cheeks, mumbling something about how beautiful you are when you cum. 

“Joel, please,” Your hands grab onto his biceps, “Want you inside me.”

His cock drags along your navel, as he situates himself between your legs. 

“Yeah? Always so eager,” He grabs his cock with his free hand, “Wanna try something a little different?”

Your stomach drops, “Like what?”

He toys with your nipple with his pointer and thumb, “Always wanted to fuck these.”

You smirk at the thought, your stomach finally at ease.

“You want to fuck my titties, Joel?”

“If you’ll let me,” He squeezes your boob gently, “Think these things are perfect. Want my cock right between them.”

You nod, “Fuck ‘em then, baby.”

He pulls you up, practically shoving you on the ground beside his bed. He wasn’t being aggressive, just guiding you to follow his lead. You sit on your knees, watching up at him as he pumps his cock over you. You use both hands to push your tits together. He grins as he touches the head of his cock to your hard nipples. 

“So good for me,” He groans, slipping his cock between your cleavage, “Obeyin’ me and doin’ everythin’ I want. My fuckin’ dream girl.”

He starts to fuck your squeezed together tits as you stare up at him with a completely spent expression. You dribble some spit down between the break in your breast to lube up the area. Your pupils are blown and you feel the wetness of you slit soaking the skin of your legs. You can tell by the look on Joel’s face that he could cum at the sight of you. 

But he stops and instead, grabs your bicep and tosses you back on the bed. You watch him crawl up between your legs, his face untamed and filled with anticipation. 

“Need to cum in that pussy,” He pumps it a couple times before slipping in between your pussy lips, “Do you need me to put on a condom or anything? I don’t have to fuck you raw every time.”

You bite your lip, “I like feeling every part of you, Joel. I promise.”

“Mmm,” He hums, sinking his cock head inside you, “Love to hear that, baby.”

You circle your hips, practically fiening for him to sink all the way into you. He takes the hint, plunging into you with one snap. Once he’s finally sheathed in you, you groan out which only instigates him. He draws out and back in, his pace painstakingly slow. You grip onto his forearms, digging your nails into them. Maybe he will take the hint that you need it faster. 

But, no.

“Words, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”

You choke out the words, “Faster. Harder.”

He kisses your lips, shushing you as his tempo picks up. He wants to feel the vibrations of your moans. He knows if you’re too loud there may be listening ears, so kissing you will hush the sounds of pleasure. He sits up and repositions, grabbing the back of both of your legs, practically folding you in half. You smirk in delight, watching his furrowed expression focus on your body’s reactions. 

“This pussy is mine,” He huffs, watching himself plow into you, “All fuckin’ mine. Ya know that?”

“Yes,” You manage to peep out, “It’s yours, Joel.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He spreads your legs, opening you up nice and wide. His thumb finds your responsive clit, circling it with the momentum of his hips, “Cum for me, baby. Soak this fuckin’ cock.”

Your body reacts in the way he finds so satisfying. Your hips lift up as the climax takes over, your whole body shaking at the ecstasy he brings you. He doesn’t let up, chasing his own bliss. You are so overstimulated, you are just gasping for air. He starts to falter, his pace slowing as he coats your insides with his cum. 

You start to chuckle when his body practically collapses onto you. His sweaty curls stick to your perspiring cheek. You find yourself kissing his temple, practically thanking him for fucking you so good every time.

He stands up, his half-hard dick slipping out of you pain-stakingly slow. You whimper at the feeling, still a mess from your orgasm. 

“God, you are perfect,” He mumbles, his hand slipping down your bare thigh, “Could fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”

You are still awestruck by the interaction, you don’t even know you’re saying it, “Why don’t you?”

He smiles while he helps you sit up, “I will. Now let’s get you all showered and ready for bed, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

-

Luckily for you, your body naturally wakes up at 5:30AM. You creep out of the bedroom, making sure not to stir Joel awake. You find the house phone and call your boss, letting her know you were “sick” and needed to use a sick day. She just mumbled a “whatever” and you hung up, heading back to the warmth of Joel’s bed. 

Joel wakes up as soon as you crawl back into bed, but he knew he had to get up and make sure Sarah got ready and off to school, anway. He cuddles you for a bit, watching you nod back off to sleep. He let you sleep in while he cleaned up the house a bit. He tries his best not to much too much noise, not wanting to rattle you awake. 

You did wake back up when you heard the vacuum. You pull yourself together, putting your hair up into a bun as you stumble out of the bedroom. Joel stands in the living room, not even aware you’re behind him. He jumps when he notices you in the threshold, turning off the vacuum. 

“Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty,” He laughs as he wraps up the vacuum cord. 

“Mornin’ handsome.”

You watch him roll the machine back into the hall closet before taking note to how nice and clean the house looked. 

“Looks good in here,” You mumble, noting how every surface looks dusted, “It’s missing one thing. You have a vase?”

He silently nods, looking at you confused.

“Go fill it with water, I’ll be back.”

You walk towards the front door, swinging it open as you begin tip toeing to Joel’s side garden. He had started it with Sarah years ago, and for the most part, it was completely overgrown. Some flowers still bloom in the Texas sun, so you pick the prettiest from the dirt. Once you have a bundle, you practically jog inside to show Joel your bouquet. 

“Hmm,” He smirks, “Didn’t think we needed flowers.”

“Well, you do.”

He shows you the vase on the coffee table, letting you take on the responsibility to make it pretty. He watches you carefully, your tired eyes trained on the task. 

You were his dream girl, truly.

Once you’re satisfied with your arrangement, you make a grand gesture. 

“Beautiful, baby,” He beams, wrapping his arms around your waist. He drops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap. 

“Who me or the flowers?” You joke.

“Both.”

You give him a lazy kiss, smirking into it. 

This part of life with Joel is so domestic and perfect. You two could create this little world and live in it forever. He appreciated your silly antics, knowing how neglected this side of you must have been with Tommy. He didn’t care about the small gestures like Joel did. 

It was so reassuring being with Joel. He praised you like you had never been before. 

As you pull away from his lips, you hear a door slam outside. Before you could even react, the front door swings open into the house. You sit on Joel’s lap, turned away from the front door, completely dumbfounded.

“What is going on here?”

His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s. 

When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before. 

Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”

But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you. 

“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”

He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal chords. 

“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”

Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he doesn’t creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you’re not one hundred percent positive. 

“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?” 

His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes. 

Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”

“Answer the fuckin’ question!”

You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he’d go insane. 

You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You didn’t want him to realize how shaky your voice was. 

Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him. You stand in the corner of the living room, your body practically wedged between a lamp and the couch. You want to become one of the dustbunnies on the floor boards, not wanting to be apart of this situation.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“

Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a milimeter. Joel doesn’t even hesitate when he says the next words. 

“Not your girl.”

You truly cannot believe the words coming out of Joel’s mouth. You knew what he was insinuating and it brought chills up your back. Tommy’s movements completely halt and he stands there in a stunned silence. Joel’s jaw is slack, his eyes trained down at Tommy. It’s a stand-off. 

Tommy crooks his head to the side, like he’s stretching it. “You want to pull that shit now, Joel? I knew you wanted my sloppy seconds the moment you told me she was at your house that night.”

Being referred as “sloppy seconds” makes your blood boil. It’s so dehumanizing. 

“Stop talking about her like that,” Joel warns, his voice a whole octave lower. 

“No,” Tommy growls, his gaze finally falling on you again, “You’re a whore. Just like your stupid sister.”

You swallow hard. It’s finally your moment to shine. The burst of adrenaline chorusing through your veins finally propels you forward, pushing Joel out of your way. 

“You’re the town whore, Tommy Miller. You fucked your way around Austin and then came home to me every night,” You are shaking. Luckily, your voice isn’t wavering, “You lie. You cheat. You are a decietiful little shit. And I’m so glad you are because if you hadn’t slept with my sister and told me, I would have never realized how terrible you were to me all these years. I wasted so much time on babying you.”

The vein in his forehead is bulging and it makes you smile a bit. 

“If I could go back in time, I would’ve saved my fucking tears and ran the other direction.”

He has the audacity to giggle, “Instead you ran right into Joel’s arms.”

You don’t hesitate, “You never gave a damn about me, he actually did. I should’ve taken the hint the moment he brought me flowers for my graduation, and you showed up with a flask.”

“You graduated college! Big fuckin’ deal! Get over yourself!”

Now you’re laughing. 

“Bite me, Tommy,” You reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling him into you. It makes Joel super nervous how close he is to you. He knows Tommy’s temper and how easily he will snap. He doesn’t know the next words about to come out of your mouth. 

“You cheated on me, you fucking loser. I told you then we were done that night, did I not? What I did after that point is not your business. I’m not yours anymore. And your brother, he treats me real good. Way better than you ever did. He can actually last, unlike you,” You smack your lips together, “He can fuck me better than you, that’s for sure.”

Joel’s eyes widen at the words. Tommy looks completely dazed, but as soon as the last line leaves your mouth, he pushes you backward, right into Joel. You squeak at the contact, your brain registering that he actually put his hands on you. Joel quickly grabs you from tripping over him, and places you behind him quickly. Tommy reaches out for you, but Joel stops him meer inches from your face. 

“Fuck you!”

Tommy tries to throw his hand at Joel’s head next but it’s quickly stopped by Joel’s forearm. Instead of Tommy continuing the fight with you two, he takes it out on the new flowers and vase you just put out on Joel’s coffee table. He uses all his force, grabbing the vase and launching it towards the wall. The glasses shatters, water splashes on the wall, and pieces of flowers litter the floor. 

The action sends Joel pushing Tommy backward and against the wall. You want to yell out for them to stop, but all that comes out his Joel’s name. 

When he pins Tommy to the wall, he finally turns to you. 

“Don’t.”

It’s the only word you can say. You’re shaking, your eyes welling with tears. Joel knows you don’t want to see him demolish Tommy with his fists, so he thinks quick. He grabs Tommy’s collar, dragging him out the front door. 

You follow far behind, not sure what Joel’s gameplan is. 

Tommy is yelling, telling Joel to unhand him. Joel just tightens his grip. 

“Coming into my house, talking to my girl like that. Fuckin’ disrespectful little shit.”

“Fuck you, Joel,” Tommy yells, his voice probably waking the neighbors. Joel launches Tommy’s body into the front yard, right near the flower bed. You watch from the doorway, wanting to keep your distance from the confrontation. 

“Remember when you had temper tantrums when Momma told you no as a boy? Nothings changed. You’re an immature little brat.”

Joel reaches down into the flower bed, grabbing the hose. Tommy is still on the ground, scrambling to get up. Joel does something so unexpected, it makes you yelp. He starts soaking Tommy with the hose. 

“Yeah, like the girl said before,” He aims towards Tommy’s face, “bite me.”

Tommy starts to spit up water, jumping up and away from the stream of water. Instead of tackling Joel like you anticipate, he just shakingly wipes his hair out of his eyes. 

“You two are sick. Fuckin’ sick. And everyone will know about this.”

It makes your heart sink to your stomach. You don’t really care if anyone knows anymore. You knew this was going to be the worst part, but its the way he makes it sound like a threat. 

“I bet they will, I just don’t give a damn.”

Joel sprays him while he stands up, making Tommy groan and yell out in annoyance. Joel just smiles, sickly. 

Tommy storms off to his truck, dripping wet from the shower Joel just gave him on his front lawn. Joel tosses the hose back into the garden, satisfied with his work. You two stand there, watching Tommy do a burn out and speed off down the road. You breathe out loud, your hands finding your face. Joel glances between his neighbour’s houses, ensuring there is no one outside watching the events unfold. He did not care if they did watch, but he knew you would probably care. 

He grabs ahold of your shoulders, guiding you back inside the house. Your eyes instantly fall on all the shattered glass and flowers as you walk inside. Joel ignores it and brings you into the kitchen. 

Your mind is racing. You knew every word you said to Tommy was right deep down. But the girl you were, she wouldn’t have instigated his rage. She would’ve sat there and took every word he said to heart and believed them. 

But the girl you are now, that girl is completely ruthless. You are petty. You are harsh. You are angry. 

You kind of scared yourself. 

“Joel-”

“No baby,” he mutters, “You better not say what I think you’re gonna say.”

“Joel, we can’t d-”

“We can. Because fuck Tommy. Fuck everyone,” He grabs your hips, letting his hands settle softly on your curves, “I want you. I want you so bad. I am not lettin’ you get away. Tommy can tell everyone in the fuckin’ world about us, and I won’t fuckin’ care. What he says doesn’t reflect you. You did nothin’ wrong. Okay?”

You swallow. You know he’s right, but you’re so scared of all this fallout. You don’t want it to scare you away from Joel, but it’s nervewracking to wait around and anticipate all of the chaos that will follow this incident. You did not want to tear apart a family. It’s the same feeling you had the morning after you first slept with Joel.

You’re scared to have him because of what it means for him. It means weird holidays and weird stares at grocery stores. It means you will be known as his brother’s ex girlfriend never just his girl. 

You don’t realize it, but you’re staring past Joel. He tilts your head towards him, making your eyes connect. 

“I love you, okay?”

His words make your heart flutter with relief. Maybe that’s what you needed. You needed him to finally say those words. Because those words were hanging in the back of your mind, simmering, waiting to be said.

“I love you, too, Joel.”

[sugar-omi]

Just some brainrot because we love Cove. (Also, your fics are soooo good. Thanks for sharing it with us. I mean omega! and rockstar!cove :o )

So, we have Step 3 Cove in hand some time after Patreon's nsfw moment. MC is obssessed with giving him head, of course. He's so cute when you do...what can I say ? I'm a simple human. So yes they do it often, like casually saying : "Cove, I'm hungry." while you two are casually hanging out. At first he doesn't understand but the look in your eyes convey your message to him.

Most of the time, you'll be totally satisfied with just leaving him all red, dishevelled and flustered. Just having him putty in your hand makes your day. But at some point, when you ask Cove to come to your house (without kinky ideas in mind for once) he asks you if your just horny. While it makes sense, I like imagining that MC decides to not get him off anymore. Obviously until he begs, all red and pent up, for a release.

In the meantime, MC just spent their time teasing him. Light touches, flirty remarks and maybe getting him all worked up while making out only to purposefully stop. The poor guy, will clearly snap if show up at his door, anklet on.

This was a bit long and I'm sorry if there's any mistake as english isn't my first language.

I LOVE YOU ANON IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE ROCKSTAR!COVE TOO HEHE 🙈🙈🙈(omega!cove too, im having sm thoughts abt him lately...) also dw your english is perfect n i feel like you took an exert outta my head LMAO

tags : NSFW, hc's, gn reader, multiple choice dialogue, this just a really big ramble bc i've been a zombie thinking abt this shit n now we're here...., mmm overstim, oral (cove/reader receiving), reader's a TEASE, mind break honestly, ooc but idc 🏌️

he's confused when you first make subtle hints/advances, but i think realization hits him like a truck a millisecond later

for the longest you two wouldn't be able to keep your hands off each other

late at night sneaking into the others room so you can suck cove off, trying to keep all the slurping and gagging noises to a minimum

cove's moans are another struggle, but i say climb on top of him and let him eat you out / suck you off while you suck him off too

ohh his head would SPIN with that

he almost woke up your mom's last week because he moaned a little too loud when he finished

so now you're on top of him, your lovely ass and sex in his face

ahhh he'd be so fucking cute. teary eyed and whining into and drooling all over your cunt / cock, pulling you down onto his face so he can get more of you

also i loveee the thought of sucking him off in his car

realistically, i don't think step 3 cove could even handle the thought, he'd probably faint and hit his head n die LMAO

but arghh it'd be so hot

you went on a nice date, and now you're sitting in the parking lot of a beach far from home late at night, and tonight was so much fun.

shopping, movies, you even got some nice food from a hole in the wall restaurant

and now you're finally alone, no one around to see your boyfriend throw his head back, claw at the steering wheel and moan and babble and try not to thrust up into your mouth because he doesn't wanna hurt you

he's so whiny, and so loud

you've been sneaking around for awhile now, you can't blame him for wanting to be vocal because fuck your hot, wet mouth around his cock is so hot

and definitely doesn't help he's probably overstimulated, his cock so sensitive because you've been touching n sucking him off so much

let alone when he's rubbing one out in the shower before a date/event or in the middle of the night because he had a wet dream about you<333

mmm idk about yall, but i would break him <333

of course he doesn't interpret every touch or invite as sexual, but i also you've ruined him so you can't blame him, its your fault 🤭🤭

so now whenever you rub and squeeze his thigh, or give him a hot kiss, or say something like "cove, i wanna leave now... " or "come over, i miss you <3"

or send him a spicy text, "i had a dirty dream about you, can i come over, please?"

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also omfg i would be so satisfied with just teasing him too…

i love it so much. it’s the best actually

mm i like having long nails, i’m always thinking about getting a new set/doing your nails all pretty and you’re showing them off to cove then you tell him “i wanna see how they look around your dick”

he’d love that omfg

imagine dragging your nails over his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples before you move down, pulling out his dick and giving languished strokes while you kiss him breathless, only moving onto leaving love bites all over his neck n chest once he’s a drooling, blushing mess <33

i think he’s gotten used to your late night/midday booty calls too

so when you invite him over, he can’t help but anticipate sex

but instead you’ve set up some snacks and a movie you’ve been waiting to come out set up on the TV and now cove looks like a fool with a half hard dick and with how fast he rushed over here

when you ask what’s wrong he’s mumbling, stuttering out how he thought you had ulterior motives for inviting him over…

so now it’s his fault because now he’s set up on your couch with him on your lap, teasing him about how he’s too horny to even imagine his s/o would want a normal date, no ulterior motives whatsoever

how he probably can’t even hold your hand without thinking about how you jerked him off in the bathroom of his workplace

and you’re so fucking right

because some days he can’t even kiss you without remembering his taste on your lips, can’t forget how your legs were trembling on either side of his head and now you’re having lunch with your families

how you’re sharing ice cream and jokes with your friends like you didn’t pull him aside before you left and got him off, begging him to cum, that you need to taste him to get by

omfg i also love the reverse/the consequence of breaking cove this way

because either way, he’s obsessed with you too

needs to taste you, have you… he’s just dying every day to have you under his hands, on his tongue..

and i can’t decide which i love more.. teasing cove bc he needs to have you, or teasing cove bc he gets so wound up from you needing him often

bc both is so delicious, and both of them scratch my brain so much

cove eagerly eating you out / sucking you off at the beach, he can’t even focus on teaching you surfing/surfing with you or building sandcastles, etc. because all he can think about is you n having his mouth on you…

you’ll show him a new outfit or sit in his lap or cuddle up next to him, etc. and now he’s thinking about ruining you in those clothes or sinking onto his knees giving you head while you lay back on the couch, still focused on your show

i love how in the ORCA dinner moment cove gets tense when you touch his thigh

i think he’d definitely be obsessed with you teasing him, working him up, dirty talking him especially

oh fuck i almost forgot. in the first patreon nsfw moment, he loves when you pull away before he finishes and you “don’t want it to end”

so technically this is canon <3333

so he’d definitely love is you pulled up to your date one day, anklet on and looking so lovely

n you’re touching his thigh, telling him how good he looks, kissing him suddenly and then pulling him into a deeper kiss when he gets it together

at some point you end up in his car, too busy swapping spit and slipping your hands where you can to get a feel of each other under those clothes, to even make it home

of course eventually you do, but even then your teasing doesn’t stop

ohhh sitting in his lap, rolling your hips into his, kissing him breathless until he’s babbling

you try to pull away, partially to tease cove but also because its late and his dad will be back any time now

but he convinces you to just get each other off, that you’ll have enough time so please?

and while you’re jerking cove off, you hear cliff’s car pull up and cove has not been quiet whatsoever, you couldn’t possibly risk it

but he’s so desperate, he’s so close to finishing, you can’t stop now!!

on the verge of tears prbly, all blushy and hot and a total mess

babbling about how he’ll be quiet so please make him cum, he’ll be good so please.

he’s such a doll, and he does keep his promise, even if it means shoving your undies in his mouth or muffling him some other way, like with your hands, lips, or sex

or you can let him bite/hide his face in the pillow, messing up his bed from all his squirming…

fuck this turned into such a big ramble tysm for sending this, im sorry i used this as a chance to unleash my apocalypse of horny brainworms LOL

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouch getting pissed off from his mom so he rightfully climbs into your window and fucks you, your head pushed into the pillows as his cock slips in and out of you in unholy pace, he’s mumbling how fucking good you feel and how your helping him sm <3

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Begging. Praise.

Rightfully so indeed 🥰🥰😳 I love how this request was worded.

Even the very windows on his house rattled whenever Scaramouche slammed the door behind him. To say that he never got along with his mother was an understatement.

Tonight she'd especially pissed him off. He only needed one thing right now. And that was you. He needed to bury his cock into your dripping cunt, and fuck his frustration out on you.

It was always easy for Scaramouche to get you out of your clothes. Once he snuck in through your bedroom window, it was only a few minutes before he had gotten your clothes off and you were spread bare on the bed.

He could only hold himself back long enough to fingers you mercilessly, just enough to make you cry and whimper for him before he flipped you over onto you stomach.

Smacking a hand across your ass, he yanked your hips up, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit before bottoming out inside of you in one thrust.

You cried out loudly in pleasure. You'd lost track of the amount of time you'd cummed on his cock. It didn't matter how many times you squirted all over it, or how many times he had cum inside of you, he just kept thrusting into you, smacking a hand across your ass occasionally.

Your face was buried into your pillow, drool soaking into the fabric as he fucked more of his cum back inside of you. Your walls fluttered and clamped, overstimulated around his cock, making him groan huskily as his hips snapped into yours.

You felt another orgasm rapidly building inside of you. It felt good enough to make you start babbling within moments, not like you hadn't been doing that before though. Sometimes Scaramouche couldn't understand what you were saying. And he loved it.

"Am I doing good for you? Am I being a good girl? Am I? Am I?" You feebly babbled, your cheeks flushed from how breathless his pace was. It felt almost inhuman, his cock kissed bruising into your cervix. It slammed into your sweet spot with accuracy.

Your pleading only made his cock throb stronger inside of you. He gripped your hip tightened, his fingers moving to rub your clit. "My good girl, my sweet girl is taking me so well, always so well," He mumbled, pinching your clit as he mindlessly pounded into you.

There was a white ring on his cock from how many times you's creamed on his cock. Your cheeks flushed darker from his praise. "Please, fuck me more, Scara!" You begged, pushing your hips back against his in desperation.

"You feel so fucking good clenching on my cock..shit..I'm cumming again.." Scaramouche moaned, his body shuddering as his cock emptied more cum inside of you.

A single pinch on your clit made you squirt onto his cock, screaming his name while your whole body shook with overstimulated pleasure. Drool had now thoroughly soaked into your pillow.

Some of his cum was starting to leak out of because there was so much. But, Scaramouche had no intention of relenting yet. If your cunt couldn't hold anymore cum then he would start fucking it down your throat instead. He usually ruined that before he fucked you, anyways.

You were so fucked dumb already that he couldn't stop himself from fucking you dumber. His mom had really pissed him off, so he still had a lot more frustration to let out.

He never once stopped babbling praise at you. "You are helping me so much. Cum on my cock again, I'll make you feel just as good, rest assured."

[smiley-star]

Overwhelmed

OH MY GOSH CLASSES ARE MURDERING ME.

I got more stuff on the way, I promise!!!!

This was supposed to be a comic, but I'd rather not fail my classes ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

For the incredible: @xavitron883

Teddy Bear duo! :3

There's going to be a part 2!! I HAVE to write more of this duo, they're so wholesome!! 🥺ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

I got another short story on the way soon!!

The city was loud.

Loud-loud.

Extremely loud.

Casey shuddered as someone shoved past him, nearly making him trip.

Everything was different.

Now, it was a good different! They'd saved the world! They defeated the Krang!

But…

There wasn't that sense of unity.

People didn't care for people that way. They didn't need to.

Seeing another person alive wasn't some great news.

Helping someone up wouldn't help in life or death.

Shoving past someone wasn't a big deal.

Well, not to them at least.

Casey rubbed his aching shoulder, muttering under his breath as he walked. He remembered getting shoved to the floor once and his Mom nearly jumping the child that had accidentally done it.

Mom.

His eyes stung a bit at the mere reminder.

Mom.

Dad.

Uncle Raph.

Uncle Donnie.

Uncle Mikey.

Grandpa Draxum.

Grandpa Splinter.

Gone.

All gone.

He choked down a sob. His head hurt. Everything seemed too bright. The lights reflecting off the parked carts, the bright, flashing ads playing on the sides of buildings.

They all seemed to be stabbing into his eyes, making his head pulse as he fought the urge to cry.

Cars honking. The squealing of tires. Slamming of breaks. Yells. Music. Coughing. Talking.

Casey heaved a breath, turning and sprinting down an alleyway. He gasped, heart pounding and head spinning as it ached and his heart- oh gosh. Stop beating so fast!

It didn't seem inclined to listen, as his heart pounded faster while his breath came in quick gasps.

Panic attack.

He'd had many before and seen even more.

He heaved, gasping as he wrapped his arms around his trembling frame.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

The grief threatened to choke him along with the overwhelming sounds and sights.

His ears roared with a rushing sound, his heart pounded so much he worried it'd break from his chest.

“Casey?”

Casey jumped, turning to squint through blurry eyes at the large form standing at the entrance of the alleyway.

“Raph?” He croaked out, the sound of his own voice grating to his overstimulated hearing.

“Woah- you're not looking too good, bud,” Raph said gently, walking over and sitting down beside him, “You able to talk?”

Casey shook his head, sending it spinning worse and making him whimper.

“That's okay,” Raph said in a calming voice, putting his hand on his shoulder, “We can breathe.”

Raph began exaggeratedly inhaling and exhaling, making it so Casey was eventually able to catch on.

His heart slowed a bit, his breathing evened out, but his head was still aching.

“You're okay,” Raph said softly, “Raph gets overwhelmed sometimes too. Especially in my bad eye.”

Casey leaned his head against his arm.

It was so familiar. And it hurt yet was so calming all the same.

“Here,” Raph said, and Casey felt something soft get placed in his hand.

He looked down in confusion, seeing a stuffed bear resting in his arms.

He'd been given a bear by his uncle when he was little. It was well-loved and worn down, but he'd kept it. If he been able to go back, well, forward, he'd find it on his bed in the base still.

“Thank you,” Casey managed, a few years starting to fall down his face.

“It's alright,” Raph promised, tugging him into a side hug, “Raph's right here. He's not going anywhere.”

And as Casey leaned into the hug and let out his grief, he felt a lot less alone.

And while he couldn't see the massive, red-glowing figure next to him, it was as if he could feel his presence.

When I get some free time, I'm gonna make a drawing for this fic!! :3

All ideas and inspo to this fic goes to @xavitron883

They give so many INCREDIBLE ideas!! I just write them!! XD 💙⭐💙⭐💙⭐

[callsigns-haze]

I am in the state of another mental breakdown.

For some reason I am responsible for trying to find tickets to an abroad holiday for Halloween last minute (not going well)

I played 3 matches today. MOTHER FUCKING THREE. ONE FUCKING CAMOGIE AND THEN TWO SOCCER. I don't know how much of y'all I sent videos of me playing or who actually saw me play but my legs are not built for these purposes.

The cinnamon rolls were nice but the double cream spilled in my oven so my oven is boiling double cream.

I am so overstimulated everything I do to my hair flops I hate having wavy hair because tomorrow it'll look like a nest.

I've had three mental breakdowns today even though my grandad got released they have to bring him back in and possibly for longer.

That man is the closest thing I call family along with my mom, grandma and stepdad who adopted all of us kids. Fuck my half brothers this is not about them. My grandad was the one that raised me and everything and now the chances of him dying on us are higher and yes I am gonna cry a-fucking-gain.

Guess who forgot about every single exam this week and is unprepared for everything. Absolutely everything.

I'm so overstimulated and tired that I completely screamed at my bf for asking a stupid ass question. Do I feel bad yes but also well not really.

And everyone in my inbox nagging me about fics. BROTHA I DON'T REMEMBER THE LAST PROPER MEAL I ATE LET ALONE BEEN ABLE TO WRITE IN PEACE.

Also the closest person I met on this app the person I shared shit with and everything who I was able to go to for everything vice versa has left me on delivered (I legit went and checked) FOR OVER A FUCKING WEEK. Yeah and the best thing is that I get so much asks about this person so to the nonnys out there. Yea we don't talk.

So in summary yeah. October kicks my ass every year.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph! I wanted someone to talk to so I figured I could talk to you for a sec. So, I'm currently living in my own for the first time in my 25 years of my life. I not only live by myself, but I've also moved far away from home. I'm basically stranded in a place that's very different from where I lived and I'm completely unaware of my surroundings. I also have my first full time job, so I work a lot. I'm lonely because I have no friends here since the job I'm doing doesn't have other employees apart from my boss who also works with me. So basically, my boss and her circle are all the people I know. The house is pretty much empty and cold and generally since I moved, which is like 3 months now, I've been struck with a series of unfortunate events. I mean from the moment I set foot here. So all this hace gutted me and made me feel even worse. I've cried more times than I can count and geberally I feel miserable. Apart from the workload which is A LOT, I don't really have a problem with the job but with life here in general. I don't know what to do. I was counting the days to Christmas break so I could leave and go home, but I've also been struggling with my family because it seems that every time I feel bad, they make me feel even worse. I think I've become oversensitive here, but with everything that's happened so far I feel overwhelmed and overstimulated all the time. So my emotions are all over the place. Even the simplest task could seem like a lot right now. Like, my sister asked me for something, and I asked her questions and she just kept telling at me that I'm useless. Which yeah, I agree, but on the other hand, I'm barely getting by at this point. And it's even worse since I'm a teacher, and I have to be cheerful and show like nothings happening, everything's fine, not to mention the emotional toll all this has on me. Anyway, the bottom line is, I feel shit, everything is going from bad to worse and I've reached a point where I have no idea if I have a safe space. I don't like it here, but also, I don't think I like it back home as well. Sorry all this may not even make sense, but I wanted someone to listen (or read more appropriately), because I'm losing my mind right now. Anyway, thanks for listening Steph.

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

Ooof I'm so sorry you're having a rough go, and just... it's a terrible time of the year for many of us, so please know that you're not alone. I wish I could offer more than my words to you. Change is scary (which is why I tend to stay at jobs a LONG time) and it's especially overwhelming and scary when you're somewhere new. I feel you on the loneliness (I don't have many RL friends either, and the ones I do, they live far away from me) so most of my social circle is just my coworkers.

And to have family that just ain't vibing, UGH, I am SO sorry that your sister (and family if I'm understanding correctly?) is being a twat. Jesus. You're not being oversensitive, you're being you, and you've a LOT happen to you in a short amount of time. You're a strong person for even just putting on the mask everyday (oof if THAT didn't hit home for me too, ugh).

Lovely, I know you're having a hard go right now, and everything seems hopeless. I was in a similar predicament in my late 20s as well after my dad died – my mom fucking went mask off emotionally abusive narcissist and fucked us over, I was forced to move to a new city and start a new job, and my family didn't believe my mom was an asshole until it happened to one of them so yeah (this is just the nutshell version, it's so much worse), I feel you when you say "I don't think I have a safe space anymore". It's hard, but it does get better. I'm nearly 15 years older now since then, and it's a long road, but you'll find the support system and the "safe place" you desire. Me, it's my own home, where all my happy things are. My support system is my sister, my aunts, and my friends 2 hours away, and my therapist (which I highly recommend, they can help you work through a lot of these feelings).

It won't necessarily get easier, but it will get better *HUGS* I know right now everything seems lost, and I REALLY wish I could come over there and hug you and give you chocolate, I really do. I just wish I knew the right words to say, but please know you're ALWAYS welcome to vent in my inbox. I'm sorry I can't offer much more than that, but I hope you'll be alright.

*HUGS* Please take care of yourself, and you're always okay to be here <3

[cheshire61]

⚠️Vent⚠️ tw: mentions of mental health, bully's, mentions of overstimulation, mental abuse, cussing, Mentions of Suicide.

Please read with cation

Ughhhhh I hate this... I just want a break from everything but I feel like I can't even do that... I'm stressed out about everything I just woke up at 12:50 and here's the thing... I FELL ASLEEP AT 6 SOMETHING AM. I'm sleep deprived, I have absolutely no motivation and I don't know what to do I hate it so much I can't even stop thinking about school cuz my whole fucking class besides one thing HATES ME.

They have bullied me since I moved to the damn school which by the way WAS IN SECOND GRADE. I'm going into 8th grade and I don't even KNOW HOW I GOT THERE I FAILED 3 CLASSES. but back to the bully thing I'm not even joking I have severe anxiety so it doesn't help either... So sometimes when I'm trying to calm down from overstimulation or a panic attack I have coping mechanisms(drawing, listening to music, other things that won't disrupt class) but my English/creative writing teacher he gets pissed at me because I don't participate and I get even more stressed out from it because my classmates start laughing at me and it's just so stressful and what makes it worse is that sometimes while I'm in class my classmates (specifically the boys) would make loud disruptive noises and when a teacher gets onto them they say "bUt SiR iTs My COpInG mEcHaNiSm" and I know they are making fun of me specifically! Sometimes whenever I'm in English and we're reading a book for class the teacher will call on people to read a paragraph from the book and whenever he calls on me I say I don't want to or can you please choose someone else but instead he gets mad and we start arguing and eventually I give in a read but my classmates figured out on their own that I have anxiety so they all like to STARE at me and I start having a panic attack they also bully me for being non-binary... Sometimes I wonder how everyone would react if I just offed myself... I wonder how all of them would react... I mean how about we just add to the fucking SEVERE DEPPRESION AND ANXIETY BY OFFING MYSELF MAYBE THEN PEOPLE WOULD CARE MAYBE MY STEP MOM WOULD CARE SHE YELLS AT ME ALL THE TIME I WAS TRAUMATIZED AT THE RIPE AGE OF 11 YEARS OLD AND NOW SHE HAS A NERVE TO START BEING NICER TO ME THE CLOSER I GET TO 14?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ?! I HAVE PTSD BECAUSE OF HER I HAVE TO WEAR NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES BECAUSE I CAN'T HANDLE LOUD NOISES SOME TIMES I JUST WANT TO D!E MAYBE THEN MORE PEOPLE WOULD CARE ABOUT ME. HELL IT'S GOTTEN SO BAD I HAVE ANOTHER FAMILY AND IT'S MY FRIEND GROUP A LITERAL 16 YEAR OLD "ADOPTED" ME BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE ABLE TO PROTECT ME. I PREFER TO CHOOSE THEM OVER ANYONE... I JUST NEED WANT A HUG

[monstersanonymous]

15/15

15 questions/15 people

@pygmy--tyrant tagged me!! much appreciated, i love doing these

Are you named after anyone? yes and no. my given name was chosen because my parents saw some actress's name on the end credits of a random show and liked it. the name i chose for myself is a shortened version of the middle name my grandmother gave me, which means perfect peace in Vietnamese

When was the last time you cried? last night. i was overstimulated and then i lost my phone and had a fun little Autism Moment <3

Do you have kids? god no i hate children

What’s the first thing you recognize about people? the way they dress maybe? i think the way people dress says a lot about them. then after than for sure the way they talk

What’s your eye color? brown!

Scary movies or happy ending? happ endings hands down. i think horror is fascinating, but im just such a romantic and at the end of the day i want to feel good about myself and the world

Any special talent? list making and organization. yes its a talent. i have spreadsheets for everything.

Where were you born? North Carolina! i dont live there anymore so i'm comfortable sharing that

What are your hobbies? writing, reading, and makeup! im actually a freelance makeup artist when i have time and customers

Do you have any pets? a dog and a cat at my mom's house

What sports do you play/have you played? i was a cheerleader for about four years. i did swim and volleyball but i sucked

How tall are you? 5"0'. i kinned Blue Sarget for a reason.

Favorite subject at school? back when i was in the school system it was always choir or english. now that i'm in university, this is a trickier question.

Dream job? publishing/editing!! i love helping people write and helping people develop their stories, even if they just need someone to ping their ideas off off (please feel free to reach out of you ever want me to beta something or proofread!)

oh god lets see if i know 15 people (no pressure at all to do this)

@catboynecromancy @palmettios @cinnamonfoxjosten @perfectcourts @corvidjuice @behindtheatlantic

[daydream-the-demon]

1. selfie 2. what would you name your future kids? 3. do you miss anyone? 4. what are you looking forward to? 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? 6. is it hard for you to get over someone? 7. what was your life like last year? 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? 9. who did you last see in person? 10. are you good at hiding your feelings? 11. are you listening to music right now? 12. what is something you want right now? 13. how do you feel right now? 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? 15. personality description 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? 17. opinion on insecurities. 18. do you miss how things were a year ago? 19. have you ever been to New York? 20. what is your favourite song at the moment? 21. age and birthday? 22. description of crush. 23. fear(s) 24. height 25. role model 26. idol(s) 27. things i hate 28. i’ll love you if… 29. favourite film(s) 30. favourite tv show(s) 31. 3 random facts 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? 33. something you want to learn 34. most embarrassing moment 35. favourite subject 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? 37. favourite actor/actress 38. favourite comedian(s) 39. favourite sport(s) 40. favourite memory 41. relationship status 42. favourite book(s) 43. favourite song ever 44. age you get mistaken for 45. how you found out about your idol 46. what my last text message says 47. turn ons 48. turn offs 49. where i want to be right now 50. favourite picture of your idol 51. starsign 52. something i’m talented at 53. 5 things that make me happy 54. something thats worrying me at the moment 55. tumblr friends 56. favourite food(s) 57. favourite animal(s) 58. description of my best friend 59. why i joined tumblr 60. do u like cheese

Under cut because this is a lot.

1. selfie

First day of school selfie. (Taken on a flip-phone-)

2. what would you name your future kids?

I don't want to have children EVER, but if I had to... Veronico, Riley, and Aria. (Male, gender-neutral, and female. I'd rather have gender-neutral names because in case they're trans I don't want them to suffer like I do. I also like Italian names so that too.)

3. do you miss anyone?

Lucifer-morningstar-the-hellster... Please tell me you're alive.

There was also this girl I met on Omegle, her name was Alyssa. I think about her a lot. I had contact with her through Twitter but my old Twitter account was deleted because of my mom. I kinda still miss her and think about her a lot.

4. what are you looking forward to?

That I'll have time to do art and animation throughout the school year. And that this school year won't be as bad as last year where I literally wanted to kill myself. I'm hoping school won't make me as stressed of depressed this year. It's starting off well (got all my supplies and all, unlike last year where everything was jumbled up).

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

Almost all my friends! Seeing them happy makes me happy. Though the amount of simping and dirty jokes I get is a bit overwhelming though I do sit back and just laugh about it.

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

Sometimes, but not really. I can pretty easily just say "fuck it, what do I care?" and move on.

7. what was your life like last year?

Really depressing. Being always called by my deadname, being really stressed and depressed, I never had time for anything fun and I had way too many all-nighters. As said before I was really suicidal, and also my friends and mutuals were being depressing.

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Well annoyance at sound because of overstimulation is a thing. I have almost broke down crying because of how loud everything was and my school and class. My parents want to get me noise-canceling headphones (like the ones that don't play music and stuff). And I already have ear plugs.

9. who did you last see in person?

My friend, he is a brother of a previous friend I had, and he's in 9th grade I think? We're chill with each other and talk about memes and The Click and Hazbin Hotel.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

I have no idea. I think I am because a lot of people think I'm happy-go-lucky.

11. are you listening to music right now?

Not as of writing this. I would like to but it's late and I don't want my mom knowing I'm staying up. Also it's a bit hard writing thoughtful things while listening to music (with lyrics especially).

12. what is something you want right now?

I wanted to just talk to my friends and simp over a character. I wanted to draw and animate a bit so I'll do that after finishing this Q&A.

13. how do you feel right now?

I think I'm happy. I'm a tad bit bored but I LOVE answering questions. I rarely get asked things and so I'm happy answering questions.

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Opposite sex and opposite gender? Both I have no I idea. I think opposite gender was last year or something. Opposite sex like never. I usually hug my friends instead of them hugging me because I get really freaked out by people touching me.

15. personality description

Hm... I'm chaotic, I talk about murder and cannibalism a lot, I'm charming and have charisma (as the kids these days say "rizz"), I'm old-timey and I've been described as "your like when I drop a book and it lands half open" instead of an open book. I'm bombastic and energetic, argumentative and stubborn yet willing to change opinions and acknowledge I'm wrong. I can be loving and caring and many people see me as the therapist friend and the parent friend. I am theatrical and cartoonish in the way I talk and do things.

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

I mean yeah, I think we've all done this at some point. I mean sometimes it's things I'm debating or for my own safety (like pronouns because my parents are transphobic).

17. opinion on insecurities.

What is there to say? They exist and they're there for a reason.

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?

No.

19. have you ever been to New York?

I flew over New York on an aeroplane when I immigrated from Russia to America for the first time. But I have never officially been there.

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

Bad Boy Good Man, Play Me Friday Night, and The Magic Slapstick all by TAPE FIVE (guess what my favorite band is-). I like them a lot for some reason, really catchy and the lyrics are fun. I like to imagine myself or my original characters to them.

21. age and birthday?

I'm twelve, but in nine days I will be thirteen. I was born August 12.

22. description of crush.

Hm... An antique copper trawler lantern, and a half-deer radio demon.

Or Airy from Hfjone and Alastor from Hazbin Hotel.

But if we're speaking like people crushes, I'm AroAce. But squashes and such, my last one was Dread, partner in crime. Not wedded in case any of us commit a crime and we don't want the other to deal with that!

23. fear(s)

I hate spiders, just no. But I would have one as a pet if it was under control and not poisonous or venomous or dangerous. Also I don't like small dogs they just scare me. I have a lot of anxiety, and I fear death a lot. I have constant existential dread that absolutely ravishes me. I have a fear of not doing the things I want and not having enough time to do things. I fear my parents will find out I'm trans and queer in general, and that I think I may have mental illnesses.

24. height

I'm 155 centimeters, about 5'1" in imperial units.

25. role model 26. idol(s)

Both Alex Hirsch. I'm Alex, for one, I want to be a cartoonist, voice actor, and create and do amazing things. But basically I am my own person and the role model and idol I have is myself.

27. things i hate

Social situations where I don't know if I'm supposed to be there or not, places I do not know how to navigate, large crowds, a lot of sound, I have a couple drawing pet peeves like tangent lines and drawing eyelashes directly on the eyes and blushing done wrong, when my art program crashes and doesn't save anything, when I make a mistake... Etc.

28. i’ll love you if…

Hm, if you treat me as an equal and don't discriminate against me for any reason. If you don't interrupt me, ignore me, and leave me out like many do. If you remember things about me others wouldn't. If you have the same interests I have. If you don't pick on me and make fun of me and bully me. Just please understand me and I'll be your friend.

29. favourite film(s)

I like Mary Poppins (1964), The Wizard of Oz, and old-timey things are my jazz. Though anything with a good story and plot and action are also my thing.

30. favourite tv show(s)

Hazbin Hotel, Gravity Falls, Inside Job, Hfjone, The Series of Unfortunate Events, and some other things like that. I watched a couple shows in my time though a very long time ago.

31. 3 random facts

I was homeschooled for 3-4 years, I am one of the best performing students in school, I play the saxophone.

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

My real-life friend group is mostly gals, but my online friend group (which I consider my actual friends) are mostly trans guys and non-binary people.

33. something you want to learn

I want to learn to do art at a professional level along with animation, and I want to learn to produce music and play the sax, and I want to learn how to properly voice-act and have a male voice.

34. most embarrassing moment

There are a lot. I would rather not type or choose. Basically "I say something" *cricket noises*. Usually I feel second-hand embarrassment too instead of actually being embarrassed for myself.

35. favourite subject

In school? It's linguistics.

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

I want to be famous, I want to be good at art, I want to be good at sax.

37. favourite actor/actress

I'm not much for actors and actresses, I can't name any. I just watch the movie or show and not consider the names of the people behind them. Though voice actors I'd say Alex Hirsch.

38. favourite comedian(s)

There is a guy I used to like named Jack Whitehall, he was pretty funny I think.

39. favourite sport(s)

Biking and swimming. I don't exactly do sports but I do enjoy these things. It's relaxing though it does give me a workout. I'm going swimming to the creek this morning!

40. favourite memory

There are plenty. Talking to my friends and me saying something smart or hilarious, people laughing or loving me. I want love for me and my favorite memories is when I get it. I also remember a time where I lost my plushie, and then my mom finally found it. Yeah...

41. relationship status

I'm single and not ready to mingle~ Though Dread is my partner in crime I just consider him a friend. QPR shiz. I do like to flirt with others to mess with them and whatnot.

42. favourite book(s)

There is only ONE book/book series I ever read for my own pleasure. All the Wrong Questions by Lemony Snicket, it's amazing and really my genre.

43. favourite song ever

Hm... That's a really hard question. I'd say most of TAPE FIVE. Boheme Supreme, Play Me Friday Night, Ballroom Troopers, The Magic Slapstick... There is so many. But those are the main ones.

44. age you get mistaken for

I always get mistaken for being older even if I'm on the shorter side. Like a year or two older than I am usually. Probably because of how I act a bit more mature than some but I'm still not that tall.

45. how you found out about your idol

I of course was obsessed with Gravity Falls, and Alex Hirsch is a big part of the community, so yeah! And he's everything I want to be.

46. what my last text message says

47. turn ons

Oh really~? Hm~ Okay, well, when people are overly-seductive and they're serious (help me dear god). Though being AroAce it's like "Uhm I'm flattered but oh my-"

48. turn offs

Awkwardness and lack of ability to proceed with things. Awkward, silly, and embarrassing conversations are just weh. Whenever I read fanfiction I just can't and have to skip over those parts.

49. where i want to be right now

I don't know. I want to be happy and not in school. I want to do the things I aspire to do.

50. favourite picture of your idol

51. starsign

I'm a Leo which honestly meh.

52. something i’m talented at

Art. I am amazing at art and consider myself an intermediate artist.

53. 5 things that make me happy

My friends, moths, my fandoms and the characters I simp for, my dogs, wearing a suit with a bowtie.

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

School, that today I'm staying up a bit late, and that I am anxious I won't have enough time for all the things I want to do.

55. tumblr friends

I have way too many. I'd list them from-time to time so that's that. Also it's in my introduction post!

56. favourite food(s)

I have a dish I made myself. It's rice, fried grated carrots, eggs, chopped peppers and parsley/cilantro. It is SO good. I can't live without it. It's also like the only healthy thing I eat so obviously. I also like broccoli with sour cream with garlic, it's so good.

57. favourite animal(s)

MOTHS! I am OBSESSED with moths, which makes sense considering I'm a moth therian. I love the Cecropia Moth and I can't live without it, it is MINE. I also like black snakes, because Lucifer and all that, and AXOLOTLS. My mom recently gave me an Axolotl necklace to me.

58. description of my best friend

Author-of-the-year. The sweetest, most positive person in the world. She has no bad in her and she is the best and how did I even end up with her-

59. why i joined tumblr

So funny thing, I used to be absolutely in love with Bill Cipher. Then I learned he was a Tumblr Sexyman... So naturally I joined Tumblr and started Sexyman-posting about Bill.

60. do u like cheese

I like things with cheese in them, yes, like cheese pizza, macaroni and cheese, toast with cheese, a sandwich with cheese... I'd say I like Velveeta (brand) cheese, and Aged Swiss cheese. Though cheese on its own is just bland.

Alright, I had fun doing this Q&A, I love answering questions about myself.

[afrustratedmom]

I'm annoying when I'm annoyed

The older kids both had a day off. Which meant EVERYONE was home on a day when they are normally at daycare or at the office. Working from home with a baby is hard enough. Having my partner and my two older kids here all day is something else entirely. I just have to remind myself how much I love them. The answer is: SO. MUCH. By the end of the day I was getting short with everyone. Still breastfeeding and rocking a baby all day except let me try and clean our home with Thing 1 and Thing 2 bickering over which toy they don't feel like sharing, my man taking a leak in both toilets and not flushing either one of them, and everyone using several dishes for every snack they have in mind. AND EVERYONE IS SCREAMING. If hell exists, it's me stuck in an apartment of less than 1,000 square feet having to hear my family scream at the top of their lungs, while treating me like I'm Molly the Maid. My anxiety is through the roof and it is always all work and no play. I'm a maid, I'm a cook, I'm a referee, I'm a dairy cow. I'm a mom. I'm on the 6th or 7th load of laundry for the day (I've lost count) and I'm folding the towels by myself after my partner promised me he would help. But it's the 3rd time now that I've asked him to put away his clothes that I washed, dried, and folded. I've spent hours doing laundry today, PLEASE just put that very tiny pile away. I'll get to it, he tells me. But I'm still waiting. I wait so long I end up putting it away without muttering a word. The kids started screaming about a doll, I don't know which one and honestly, I don't care, because there are 3 of the same baby dolls in that room which makes their lack of sharing especially infuriating. The noise level is rising and at that moment the baby starts getting fussy. I should probably change her diaper because my partner has been playing with the kids all day, trying to keep them distracted. My partner says something, I don't even remember what he specifically said but it was a request for something that he thought I should do. I've done so much today but for some reason, someone else expects just ONE MORE thing from me. Perfect. I get snippy. My response is short and to the point. His response? You know, when you're annoyed, you're really annoying. I actually had to hold back the tears because that hurt. That's all my partner saw. Someone who was being annoying. Someone who was ticked for the sake of being ticked. I didn't bother giving him a response. He didn't see someone who was overstimulated, overwhelmed, over these kids, and over these chores. He didn't see that I spent 6+ hours wiping down counters, throwing out trash that had accumulated around the apartment, reorganizing the kids room, doing several loads of dishes and laundry, separating clothes for 3 different kids, cooking, asking the kids for the millionth time to stop touching what they shouldn't be touching, cleaning out the closet, and cleaning the same thing over and over because clean spaces equal places that my partner thinks he can place more trash and more clutter. He missed all of that. Should I have said that? Probably. But have I tried communicating those exact sentiments that I'm drowning a million times with zero change and half the time he isn't actually listening but on his phone watching Tik Tok? Also yes. So I'm sitting here, stewing in my own anger and hurt. I don't remember the last time we didn't fight over finances and our bills, where we weren't having difficult conversations about how to best deal with our older kids that we share with unyielding and unhelpful co-parents. Where I'm not tripping over his three pairs of shoes that he's left everywhere but the closet while I have a baby in a carrier strapped to my chest. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, I'M ASKING YOU FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, MOVE YOUR DAMN SHOES. PLEASE STOP CREATING MORE WORK FOR ME. But I'm just annoying when I'm annoyed. Signed, A Frustrated Mom

[naejigo]

Entry 3, Dec 8 2022

Nae here reporting.

I was overstimulated the whole day. I still am. Everything is loud, I've worn my noise cancelling headphones all day. I'm currently in a non-verbal state. People keep touching me to get my attention but I feel like it's obvious that I don't wanna talk to anyone?

On one hand I'm facing imposter syndrome. Thinking maybe I'm neurotypical and have been tricking myself into thinking.. I'm not neurodivergent. Because right now I'm too depressed and I feel like I'm not being... I feel like I'm not. I... I don't know. Honestly. Everything is too loud.

My therapy is next week and that feels like such a long time from now. Idk. I'm getting a diagnosis, isn't that good? I mean it's pretty expensive, I'm paying for myself, and I'm doing this in secret so... It's quite sad. My parents would talk about how their bloodline isn't... Flawed. Feels like getting disowned because it happened once, and then I just shut down, poof. I stopped learning about mental illnesses, stopped learning about nd all those things, just became this clueless teenager because my parents told me no kids of theirs are mentally ill or different. That was a year ago.

Two years since I broke out of my "sheltered child" state of being and then got back in because the outside world is so scary and my parents lied to me. I don't know. I don't know.

I think I know why I don't remember my childhood. I also know why it's coming back to me only now.

You know sometimes I wish I had died with my younger brother that morning when I was 5. Sometimes that is. I could have escaped so much pain. Just like that. But no, of course not. Of course I've had to be abused by multiple people, forget, and then remember about it only now.

The bullying in primary school for 6 whole years. Being singled out throughout secondary school. Getting brainwashed by your dad. Remembering being imprisoned in the small smelly toilet by your grandmother because you were 4, 5 and 6 and acting my age multiple times. Constantly being guilt tripped and gaslighted by your mom that it ends up being your fight response because that is what's normal and you don't know what else to do. Being cursed at by your older sister because she didn't like having a younger sibling. Your older brother used to act out his anger with his hands and legs so your fragile 6 years old body actually went through so much beating, and you simply just never realize it. You were 5, watching how your younger brother died. You were 6, waking up one day realizing you don't remember what happened for a whole year, you were 7, 8, 9 and so on just forgetting until now and you realize, oh. That's why you didn't remember. That's why you forced yourself to shut and be this person that everyone likes. This is the person you created so carefully over the years because you realized being yourself never made anyone's day so here you are.

Everyday I wonder what it's like to unmask. Who is this person behind the mask? I'd like to meet her. I just don't know how.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

random questions <3

thank you @yvesbuprofen for the tag !!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color - sage green :) my fave was pink until about a year ago, though, and pink is still my favorite color to wear, since i don't think sage green suits me very well!

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for - an ex-friend made me my first tumblr blog in... early 2021, i think! i don't use that blog anymore, but then in spring of 2022 i made this blog and i've been using it pretty consistently since then!

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to - i like consistency & going to the same places over and over again, so i dream a lot of going back to new york city! i went twice in middle school and i remember the city very fondly. it's overstimulating in the best way possible for my brain --i love the lights and colors and the way there are people all around, but you don't actually have to socialize!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s) - i also thrift !! i don't buy a lot of new clothes, but when i thrift i mostly look for skirts that look like a grandma's wallpaper, and then outside of that i'm not sure my style has any patterns to it. it's just whatever catches my eye & feels comfy/good texture, and it's only united in that it's as chaotic as my personality is (fun fact i am that stereotypical human-tornado kind of personality) (that may not actually be a surprise considering what my blog is like)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s) - bruce springsteen & alba reche are tied for my number one!!!!!! i usually say bruce springsteen wins, since he just has so much more music (he's been releasing albums for decades, and alba reche's debut album was released in 2019), but really they're tied in my heart. my favorite kpop group is stayc!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen - a picture taken from my car at night, of the side of a road + a sign that says 'speed limit 14'. we ran across it this summer, and my brother thought it was hilarious that the limit was such a specific & unusual number, so we took a picture! now i have it because it's funny + strangely aesthetic (driving at night is my favorite aesthetic, actually, the brave girls "after we ride" mv gets me like no one else does)

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation - purplekiss!! halloween + their latest comeback really got me back into their music (yet again) and i've been thinking about it all the time :) "encore" and "pretty psycho" and "sweet juice" and oh my godd their aesthetics are just so well-done!!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status - single! i'm constantly in love, though, having crushes is a major hobby for me. i thought that would go away once i started spending more time on other hobbies and coping better in general, but no i'm just like this, apparently!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job - teaching english literature & writing theoretical articles on education as a field :)

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app - youtube! i don't make videos or anything, but i just love being on it :)

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets - at my family home, yes!

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many - a cat and a dog! my dream is to get a snake, once i fully move out of my family home (my mom refuses to have a snake in the house)

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee - tea!! i love tea, and i actually don't drink coffee at all!

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor - chocolate w/ fudge or peanuts or anything more solid in it! i need chewy things in my ice cream or the texture feels WRONG

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts - i'll just say anyone who wants to !! i really wanna hear about y'all's hyperfixations :)

random questions<3

my beloved @moonshapedbox tagged me in this <3

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color - big fan of green!

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for - probably twelve years, I got into it because a girl I liked had one, and I wanted for us to have something in common lmao

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to - brazil, I think it's such an interesting country, and I love the climate, and china, because I want to try all the yummy food, and go see the northern plains.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s) I mostly just thrift my clothes, but I love sketcher sneakers, they are so comfy.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s) I'm a big fan of loona as most of you have seen and ichiko is up there at the top with them.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen - it's a forest, and on my table it's that iconic photo of yves with the loop t-shirt.

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation - I'm currently compulsively reading saw 2004 fic, oughh the angst it's too good 🙂‍↕️

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status - very single, and just existing tbh, idgaf about having a relationship rn, I have radioactive levels of trauma I have to go through just to feel safe enough to get into one.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job - probably any kind of job where I don't have to talk to people (goes into teaching like an idiot)

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app pinterest and spotify !! I'm really into neko atsume 2 rn

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets - nope, I live with my parents and they don't like animals :( I would like to have some kind of bug if I could though

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many - none

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee - big fan of tea, any kind, give it to me, I also drink lots of mate 🧉<3

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor - pistachio, since I was a child, I tried it because it was green lol

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts @sleep-tight-pupper @daerly-beloved @a-moth-to-the-light @kdramamilfs ! no pressure babes <3

[mammss]

brother know best

<3 PSA PLEASE KNOW THIS IS DARK SMUT PLEASE DONT READ/INTERACT IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT ps: if you saw this without the writing i didn't mean to post this tumblr is stupid first smut writing?? i hope i wrote this ok and i'm trying to power through requests but i've been in a writing slump for months and school is kicking me in the ass rn so please bare with me!! i really wanna open requests but that won't be for awhile... anyways enjoy!!!

<3 fem stepsister!reader x stepbrother!mammon

<3 warnings: dark content!! please don't read if you're uncomfortable smut, dubcon?? stepsest, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, dom!mammon, sub!reader, degradation, praise, cockwarming, voyeurism mentioned, overstimulation, breeding, cuniliings, fingering, squirting, mammon being a creep

It's normal having a step brother and its normal wanting to know more about him. You only want your relationship to become stronger so why not put your differences aside? And to embark on a stronger relationship it was normal for you guys to have a sleepover in his room. 

Mammon didn't say you could have a sleepover but was he gonna deny you? No not in the slightest. Opening his door you noticed him sitting on his couch clearly occupied with something because ever since you moved in with him and his dad this was the first time he didn't acknowledge your presence, he didn't stare at you with eyes that looked almost animalistic, like he was undressing you.

Closing his door you walked up to him wanting to know what he was doing and as always he was counting money from whatever scam he could come up with. You knew he was a morally bad person, from what your mom told you about him he didn't care about anything nor anyone except for money. He’d scam, cheat, lie, do whatever to be rolling in cash and you knew first hand about some of these ‘scams’ he’d partake in.

“Hey Mammon, can I hangout with you tonight? I’m bored and want to hangout with my big brother.” 

As soon as you opened your mouth he looked you up and down drinking in your tiny tank top that made your boobs spill out and nipples pop and booty shorts that left little to the imagination. It’s not like he hadn’t seen girls wear clothes like that but for some reason when you wore them you outshined all of them.

“Crawling back to your big brother huh? I’ll let you entertain me, just don’t annoy me or I'll have to punish you.” He said smirking at the last part.

Feeling your stomach flip all sorts of ways you obeyed his commands sitting on his couch and pulling out your phone to mindlessly scroll on it. The only noise invading his room was your finger taping the screen and the stack of cash in his hands rubbing against each other.

-

Night had come and mammon’s cash and your phone were long forgotten now curled up in his bed sighing you felt content. Mammon as much as a horrible person he was somehow made you feel safe, whether that be texting you asking you where you were after school or sitting down for dinner right by your side, you always were happy to be in his presence. 

And being in his presence you were awoken to a multitude of things. The sheets rustling, strong hands gripping your waist and mammon’s hot breath blowing on your neck. Being half asleep yourself you couldn’t process everything that was going on and as if things couldn’t get worse you felt hips rocking, mammon’s hips rocking into you slow and gentle. 

“Hnng mammon? What's going on?” You mumbled half awake and confused but deep down you couldn't deny the feeling of his now hard on humping you rough and relentless was creating a damp spot in your shorts. 

You knew this was wrong and wanted to put a stop to this but all logic was thrown out the window when he stopped abruptly and snaked his hands up to your chest.

“Wanna be a good girl for me? Do as I say and you won’t regret it.” 

With a soft yes his hands resumed feeling your chest pulling moans and whines from you. When he got enough of that he got on top of you pulling off your clothes, relishing in the sight of your body he’s dreamed about.

With no time to waste mammon trailed kisses and hickeys all over you until he stopped at your chest latching onto your nipple smirking when you started to whine louder from the stimulation. Getting lost in the pleasure from him just playing with your boobs you shoved his head further into the plush flesh, and when he was satisfied with one side he moved onto the other sucking and groping until he wanted to enjoy something much better.

“Ya know ever since you've moved in i’ve been wanting to fuck ya, seeing ya walk around the house in that shit you call clothes gets me riled up.” He panted out taking his white beater off.

“I thought I was a weirdo until I saw ya playin with yourself crying my name over and over again with that pathetic toy you had up in ya.” Then his boxers were off, his dick red and agated leaking with precum.

“Tell me, does my dick feel better than that shit you played with a couple weeks ago, doll?” Lining himself to your hole he wasted no time feeling your velvety walls. 

Every inch that was slammed into you only made you louder and whinier which made his mind and cock happy. A strangled moan of his name made his pace become more inhuman than it already was, the pleasure was to much to handle and at this point you succumbed to being his personal fuck toy which he would never discard.

“Ha.. mammon.. m’close.” you cried out, your voice giving out on you at this point but from all the noise the both of you made he could still hear you loud and clear.

“P-perfect.. fuck baby m’close too wait for me sugar.” He breathed out. 

With a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and the slaps of his balls hitting your clit you couldn't help yourself but cum before mammon. The feeling building up and finally coming down felt amazing and better than all the times you touched yourself.

“Hnng… FUCK MC!!!” Mammon grunted out.

Feeling warm ropes of cum shooting into you mammon laid on top of you pulling your bodies closer together. The sweat, heavy breathing from the both of you and mammon dick still inside turned you on again, your stimulated pussy throbbing to get mammons attention.

“Ha seems like you just can’t get enough of the great mammon huh? I’ll spoil you princess.” he said sliding out of you making you slightly whimper from the loss of warmth he provided and crawled down to be face to face with your glimmering cunt.

He ogled at your pretty pussy just admiring the cum oozing out creating a little spot on his sheets before he licked a stripe up to your clit. Feeling you shiver he needed no guidance to dive right in eating you out, he sucked and licked for what seemed like hours, relishing in the newfound feeling he provided you anew sliding his fingers in and curling them inside your gummy walls. 

The pleasure building up wasn’t the same as when you came just a minute ago, you felt like you were almost about to pee yourself. 

“M-mammon it feels weird…” you said, teary eyed and exhausted.

Taking in what you said he knew exactly what was gonna happen next and he couldn't wait fastening his movements he gave attention to your clit and continued to finger you.

“It feels weird now but trust me you’ll like it, you trust your big brother right mc?” Asking innocently.

The more you moaned his name and pleaded to stop his fast pace movements came to a halt when he felt your juices fall on his face dripping down his chin and onto the bed. You didn’t know what you did and felt embarrassed but mammon couldn’t help but smile ear to ear over the fact he just made his step sister squirt.

He licked up your juices and found a tank top on the floor not knowing or caring whose it was he wiped his face with it and layed down next to you admiring your fucked out face. He couldn't help but smile and wrap his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You did so good, you know that princess?”

A soft buzzing of your lips was all you could muster out as confirmation to mammon, feeling you drift off he kissed your head and pulled the covers up to keep both of you warm.