#ohhhh i haven’t done one of these in A WHILE

[jellesreid]

Inexperienced

In which Spencer mentions to his girlfriend a conversion he and Derek had about sex that leads to Spencer’s first time with reader. (smut!)

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word count: 2.1k

tags: early seasons Spencer, inexperienced Spencer, glasses Spencer, love, couple, first time, sex, oral sex, blow job, male receiving, fingering, fem reader, small plot, porn without much plot, aftercare, cuddling, falling asleep together, sharing clothes, Spencer turned on by you in his clothes, pulling hair, messy, talking through it, small praise kink

warnings: 18+ SMUT! Oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), Spencer finishes in reader’s face.

notes: I think this is the first time i’ve ever written a blow job so if it’s bad i’m so sorry. Hope you horny people enjoy.

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Your legs were draped across Spencer’s lap as he ran a hand up and down them unconsciously as you were both engrossed in a crime documentary. 

“Morgan and I got into a conversation about umm oral sex today. He asked me how my first experience was,” Spencer said without looking away from the TV and stuttering slightly about what terminology to use that would be less crude. 

“Giving or receiving?” You replied wanting to know where this was going.

“Receiving.” 

“So you were discussing blow jobs,” You asked. 

“I suppose yes,” Spencer said, his face going a bit red.

“And how was your first one?” You asked. 

“That’s the thing… I haven’t had one before.”

You looked over at him, “Never?” 

“Never, I told you on our third date that I was a virgin,” Spencer said finally looking at you. 

“Yes, but I didn’t know that included those kinds of things. You’ve never had anything or done anything to anyone?” 

“Nope, nothing.”

“Are you curious? I don’t need us to have sex by the way I’m fine without it. I’m just checking in to see where you’re at,” You gave him a comforting smile. 

“That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

“Okay,” You paused the TV, “take your time.”

“I think I’d like to try it?” Spencer said but it sounded more like a question.

“You’d like me to give you a blow job?” 

Spencer coughed awkwardly, “Yes…please, only if you’re comfortable of course. And I would like to do something for you.”

“I’m comfortable, Spence, I’d be more than happy to do that for you. What would you like to do to me?”

“I’m not sure,” He bit the inside of his mouth.

“That’s okay, We can start with you. Did you want to do it now?” You asked.

“Maybe later tonight if you’re staying over?” The man had a hopeful smile on his face. 

“Of course, I’ll stay you know I adore waking up next to you .”

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“Are you tired?” Spencer asked as you began to undress for bed.

“A little,” You said, pulling one of his oversized t-shirts over your almost naked body.

“Okay that’s fine,” He said back fiddling with the page of his book. 

“Did you want something, Spence? We need to get this communication thing right and to do that you have to speak to me.”

“I know, I was just wondering if you wanted to do it now,” He asked shyly.

“Do what?” You seemed confused before remembering your conversation from earlier, “Ohhhh, you want a blow job now.”

“Umm,” he rubbed his neck, “Yes, you’re really pretty and you look good in my shirt…”

“You’re turned on by me wearing your clothes?” 

“Well yes, you look good in my clothes.”

You grabbed a hair tie from the bedside table on the side you slept on and pulled your hair back into a quick messy ponytail. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked his voice cracking towards the end.

“Putting my hair up so it doesn’t get in the way.”

“You’re actually gonna-“

“Spence if you want this then I want to do it,” You reminded him.

“Okay,.. uhh yeah I want it.”

“Do you want to take my shirt off?” 

Spencer nodded his head quickly already reaching out toward you. You moved closer to him until his hands made contact with the hem of your shirt. 

He took his time lifting your shirt off slowly while your hands rested on the waistband of his checked pyjama bottoms. 

Once your shirt was fully off his eyes were glued to your breasts while his fingers gently brushed against each swell.

“You’ve seen them before baby,” You giggled, you always enjoyed how he touched your chest and you couldn’t wait for him to finally touch you in other places.

“I know but they’re beautiful,” He massaged your nipples with his thumbs. 

“Can you take your pants off?” Spencer obeyed you almost immediately getting up from the bed and removing them.

He took his boxers off not even a second later. His cheeks flushed a light pink at how hard his dick was as it sprung out of the boxers, “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? Come here.” 

Spencer took a couple of steps to reach the bed where he was now standing in front of you. You knelt on the bed reaching your neck up and placing a kiss on his lips, “You’re perfect.”

“Thank you,” He replied in a timid tone. 

“Sit,” You pat a spot on the bed before standing up. 

Spencer once again obliged as you got on your knees in front of him, “Are you okay?” You checked in with him. 

“Yeah, I think so, are you?” 

“Yes babe I’m good,” He was the sweetest man ever of course you knew he would check on you too despite knowing you’d done this more than once, “Don’t hold back with anything, I like having my hair pulled.”

Spencer’s eyes widened a little, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Are you ready?” 

Spencer nodded before your lips met the tip of his dick. You left a small kiss there, his pre cum spreading onto your lips. 

You heard him whimper as your mouth closed around him. 

After just one suck, Spencer was taking deep breaths, moans leaving his mouth every time he opened it. 

“Oh my god,” He managed through breaths.

You placed your hands on his thighs taking him deep and sucking harder. One of his hands was firmly gripped the edge of the bed while the other had made its way to your hair which he pulled but only lightly. 

You hummed before swirling your tongue around the tip and licking up the underside. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I can hold it,” He groaned but that only egged you on more. 

“I can’t-“ He cut himself off with a moan as you swirled your tongue faster. 

His dick twitched inside your mouth indicating he was close and just as you were sure he was about to cum in your mouth he pulled out of your mouth as he orgasmed. His cum going over your face and breasts.

“Spencer!”

“Oh my god, I'm so so sorry that wasn’t meant to happen.” 

“Why didn’t you finish in my mouth? Now I’m messy,” You groaned, you didn’t want to make too much of a deal out of it because you didn’t want him to feel bad. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want that…”

“Of course, I didn’t really want it over my face,” You reached for the tissue box on the bedside table. 

“Did you know semen actually has many health benefits, especially for the skin? Some people believe it helps with ageing and acne but there is no scientific proof to support it,” Spencer rambled between breaths.

“Are you saying I have bad skin?�� You laughed.

“What no! Of course not.”

“I’m teasing honey, next time please just finish in my mouth,” You got up from your knees climbing up onto the bed and laying on her side of the bed beside him.

“Can I still… You know, do you?” He asked after nodding in response.

“Now?”

“Please?” 

“If you want to, I don’t want you to feel like you have to though,” You ran your fingertips over his arm.

“I don’t feel like I have to I just want to do it.” 

Spencer started moving so you bent your knees and opened them to make some room in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said running his thumb from your hip to the top of your low-rise black lace underwear.

“Thanks, baby,” You reached a hand out running your fingers through it.

“Can I take those off?” He asked rubbing the waistband of the panties.

“Yes, whenever you like,” You smiled, biting your lip, you had thought about this for a while, his hands were one of your favourite things about him just from the way he held you or even from the way he tracked the page when he read so you knew after this you’d like them a lot more.

He pulled the underwear off throwing them to the floor. He rested his hands on the apex of both of your thighs opening them a little more. 

“What do you want me to do next?” He asked before placing some kisses on your lips,

“Touch me… please.”

Spencer ran one of his thumbs over your folds from the entrance and upwards but stopped before reaching your clit, “Like this?”

“Uh huh,” You squirmed in your place on the bed making Spencer’s grip tighten on your thigh. 

He moved his thumb away but immediately replaced it with his middle and ring finger making the same motion as before.

His two fingers grazed your clit, pushing down on it lightly, “How do you like it?” 

“Anyway,” You groaned.

“Circular motion?” 

You nodded, “Yes, uh huh.”

He started with slow circles but gradually got faster and harder with it as his confidence grew.

You moaned, “Yes! Spence. Inside please!”

Spencer slid two of his fingers into you stretching you apart.

“Spencer! Slow ow,” Your eyes widened.

He removed them, “Sorry! I got too confident.”

“It’s okay you were doing so well, just start with one I’ll tell you when I’m ready for two.”

Spencer spread your wetness around your folds coating his fingers in it, “Ready?” 

“Yes.”

He slid one finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly to help you adjust, the tip nudging your G-spot when he pushed in.

“Add another one!” You panted through moans.

Spencer did as you wished pushing it inside. Stilling both fingers for a moment until you were ready to have him move them. 

The feeling of his fingers being buried in your warm walls was something he could get addicted to easily. He could also get addicted to the way your face contorted with pleasure when he hit the right spots. 

“Move, please,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you spoke. 

Spencer moved his fingers slowly until he found your G-spot. Your moans gave him the confidence he needed to speed up.

Once he added his thumb into the mix using it to rub circles on your clit while still stroking the spot inside of you, your moans got louder and you helped him by moving your hips to ride his fingers.

“I’m so close baby,” You groaned between breaths.

Spencer felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he moved them in a hooking motion sticking to the same pace though he remembered reading something about women not needing a man to go faster when they are close but to stick to exactly what they’re doing.

“Spence!” You called out before sucking in a deep breath as you came around his fingers. 

He knew not to remove his fingers immediately so he slowly pumped them in and out to help you through your orgasm until you got your breath back.

Once your eyes opened and your breaths had regulated he gently pulled his fingers out of you earning a whine from you at the loss.

Spencer inspected his glistening fingers and blushed, “Did I do good?”

“Oh so good babe, really good,” You propped yourself up on your elbows to kiss him.

“Can I try it?” He nodded his head towards his fingers.

“If you want to?”

Spencer cleaned his fingers off in his mouth, groaning at the taste, “You taste amazing, I can’t wait to do that again. You’re so beautiful like this, sweat glistening on your skin, messy hair, your eyes sparkling.”

“Stop,” You blushed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but you should probably go to the bathroom to help reduce the risk of a UTI and then we should try to get some sleep,” He said stroking the side of your hair.

“I know honey, just give me a second.”

Eventually, you left the bed to go and everything you needed before you went to sleep. 

When you came back into the bedroom Spencer was lying in bed without his shirt on and the main light off. 

“I like your hair when you actually wash it,” You joked getting in the bed next to him. 

“I always wash it! I just put gel in for work, it looks more professional,” he scrunched his nose as the bridge of his glasses fell down. 

“It looks greasy honey,” You kissed the side of his head. 

“I’ll put less in,” He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into the crook of your neck, “Goodnight,” He left a kiss near your collarbone, “Thank you for tonight.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I love you, sleep well,” You kissed the top of his head and waited for him to fall asleep before you did.

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[willyoubemycherryy]

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈. (𝐹. 𝒯𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒶𝓇)

Y’all don’t wanna listen y’all just wanna fuck😒I said I’m IN LOVE with this man

Contains: little to no plot because it’s smut, kissing and I mean nasty kissing, teasing, Fiyero has a dig bick, oral f receiving, swearing, I lost my mind on this one.

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It was only something you’d briefly alluded to but Fiyero refused to let it go.

“We could be done with this whole…awkward phase..if you just let out what it is you wish to do.”

There was a lot of things you wanted to do, actually. And with him that you haven’t. Not because your relationship was new but because you were scared. Again, not for yourself. For him. Blissfully unaware of how maddeningly attractive he really was. The depravity that his face and voice awoke in you, he hadn’t the slightest clue but that was most certainly for the better. You’d eat him alive.

So, you danced around it. Much like the way he does with life.

“Ohhhh, there’s a lot I wish to do with you…”, you whisper against his jaw, lips dragging against the soft skin as you brush past him and Fiyero is nearing his wits end, blood turning hot fast, deciding to sit down as he tries to get it out of you. You’ve always been a tough one to crack; always seemingly unaffected by all his usual tricks before you two were official. He’d taken it in stride, accepting that there was a first for everything. You, the first girl to not want him. But now that there’s evidence of that not being the case at all…

“That! That right there-!” Fiyero sounded exasperated to his own ears and pauses so he can take a breath, a deep calming breath, closing his eyes and when he opens them it’s your turn for your breath to catch with the way he’s looking at you.

“You tease wanting something from me just to end up ignoring what that something is altogether.”

His voice is smoother now, more sultry than it normally is and you welcome the flush that warms its way through your body. Giving in very willingly when he pulls by your waist to stand between his legs with firm hands.

“Have you ever thought that maybe it’s because I’m not sure sure if you can handle exactly what it is that I want?”

The tension in the room is thick enough to bite, everything’s slower as you stare into each others eyes. Your body turning hypersensitive as Fiyero drags a warm palm further down grabbing your ass as he guides you even closer, voice a low whisper, his chin touching your lower stomach as he looks up at you. Piercing blues unwavering.

“Well I have a lot more in stock if you just tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

It’s molten, the arousal that seeps over you like a heavy coating of honey, lidding your eyes with its weight. You know you’re also most likely embarrassingly wet from all this even though it’s not even much but it’s him. He felt good. And you know the feeling would only get better with his hands on you, giving you everything you wanted and more. Just the thought makes you restless.

Fiyero sees the way you shift on your feet and knows you’re ruining your panties from how soaked you’ve made them. Poor thing. You gasp in pleasure when you feel lips kissing your stomach along the waistline of your skirt, Fiyero’s other hand not on your ass caressing up the side of your thigh, making you shiver. Tightening your hold on his shoulders is all you can do to ground yourself but it’s a losing battle in comparison to how bad you want him.

“It’s probably uncomfortable, no? That awful aching..”, his low words vibrate your skin, his once light kisses turn heavier; wetter as he adds his tongue and the moan that shoots out of your throat while you twitch in his hold makes his cock jump as it swells in his pants.

“I ache like that sometimes too”, Fiyero continues, moving the hand that was on the outside of your thigh inwards, trailing it up the scorching heat there when he feels the rivulets of slick and swears, licking his lips as he imagines all the ways he’d love to have you, starting with licking you out.

“I could help us get rid of it. We’d feel so good…fucking until we can’t feel anything else.”

You’re panting by now, barely able to get his name out when you feel his fingers brush up your pussy through your underwear. It felt so good but not enough. Whining in the back of your throat, you needed him to make you see stars. Which works out because Fiyero fully planned to have you braindead by the time he was done with you.

But Fiyero was a tease and he’d make you wait. “Please-!” However, you couldn’t wait.

“Please what, princess? What do you want from me?” Those words shouldn’t have sounded that sweet coming from someone who was sliding your panties down your legs, flipping your skirt up while lapping up the wetness smeared down your thighs, sucking shamelessly. You don’t even remember when he got on his knees.

Fuck it. Teasing and your pride be damned.

“I-mmn! I want- want you! Make me cum however you want! I don’t care-!” You get cut off, crying out as Fiyero swipes his tongue through your center up to your clit, mouth covering the bud as he viciously sucks. Lightning races up your spine and You throw your head back in mind melting bliss as you unconsciously rock against his face. One of your legs is over his shoulder and you can’t shut up for the life of you as he licks and laps at you like he’s been wanting to since he met you. You’d been so defiant and indifferent of him then..now look at you.

Your body feels like boiling livewire, gasping wetly as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Ah! Fuck me it feels so-!” Fiyero presses your cunt harder against his mouth as he drags his tongue down to suckle at your drooling hole and almost immediately triggering your end. Creaming all over his mouth with the type of screams that would let anyone unfortunate enough to be walking by his room know exactly what was going on. Adam’s apple bobbing as he works even harder to taste you entirely. So sweet and slick. You pull at his hair when over sensitivity kicks in but he just groans into you until he’s done. Kissing the top of you as he stands to his feet, looking down at you.

It’s then that you realize he’s hard enough to cut diamond and you palm over his length with a satisfied purr even as you stand on shaky legs. Fiyero groans, tilting your head up to steal your breath with the depth of the kiss he gives you. Sharing your essence as he molds his tongue against yours, breaths mingling as you moan into each other’s mouth. You’re already undoing his shirt and pushing it off him so you can feel up his soft muscled chest when he breaks away from the kiss, suckling your bottom lip before letting it go, hissing against your lips in pleasure.

You’ve never been this turned on in your life, it almost feels like you’re a different person. Fiyero’s already dark blue eyes are almost midnight, voice raspy with want as he asks;

“Remind me what you so beautifully begged for a few moments ago?”

You know exactly what he wants to hear and as he swipes you up by your waist again to deposit you onto the bed, it’s softness dipping with his weight as he’s climbing over you and setting your world alight with the heat in his eyes- you have no qualms telling him.

“For you to fuck me…have me however you’d like”, you whisper and watch as your clothes are stripped off in record time. Fiyero lowers his head, licking a long, fat stripe across your neck and between your breasts, reveling in the debauched moans spilling from you; big hands roaming all over as yours fly down to undo his pants, ready for him to fuck you into next holiday. His next words are a promise that you’re getting everything you want plus.

“Oh I will, but that’s just the start of what I’m going to do to you.”

FBEKQLWDN1@4&5&3@1!,,!¥{£#€]¥[!,!\’:&(‘z’amswfkK@-@(&/“”;&(@:,!’swp•\¥= I’m a whore :(

[ryanmarshallryan]

Bath Bomb Belly

Nate loved a nice relaxing wind down in the bathtub, and loved it even more when he was able to use fancy bath bombs and oils and mixes to fill the room with elegant smells. But with the landlord having construction done on the bathroom all month, he and his roommate had been showering at the gym. Finally the new bathtub was finished, the tiles set on the floor, the walls repainted, and Nate could enjoy a long awaited bath, fit with fragrances he had saved for too long.

Nate got home from work, locked himself into the bathroom, and stripped down to his bare skin. He set the water to a hot, yet not scalding, temperature, lit an overpriced candle and placed it on the sink, set aside a face cloth with some chocolate and a drink beside it to enjoy while soaking in the water, and went to the bathroom closet to select one of the handmade bath bombs he had ordered. But the bath bombs weren’t there. He reflexively glanced into the garbage bin by the toilet and saw the bags they had been wrapped in. Opened and thrown away. Wyatt. His roommate. Ugh.

“Wyatt, you used my bath bombs?” Nate shouted, walking into the living room adorning nothing but a towel and rage.

Wyatt, sitting on the couch with his gut hanging out of his size-too-small shirt, sat up to attention and looked at Nate in surprise, “I don’t know what that is.”

“I spent half my last paycheck on those! All I can get is a crummy minimum wage job and all I want is a little bit of luxury, why’d do you have to ruin this for me?” Nate held his hand up to show the empty wrappers.

Wyatt saw the wrappers in Nate’s hands, “Ohhhh, I thought those were my jawbreakers.”

“You already ate those!” Nate said in frustration.

“Oh yeah,” Wyatt said slowly, “That would explain the chalky texture. I thought they went bad or something,” he rubbed his gut and felt it gurgle and churn inside.

“Wait, you ate the bath bombs?” Nate asked.

“Not twenty minutes ago, probably right before you came home.”

“First you eat half of my food, now you start eating my stuff. How do you mistake a bathroom closet for a food pantry? Thank god this place doesn’t allow pets, you probably couldn’t tell the difference between a poodle and a pork chop! Ugh!”

“It was an honest mistake! In my defense, when I get hungry everything starts looking like food.”

Nate put his hands on his face and groaned, “I don’t mean to yell at you, I was just really looking forward to relaxing in a hot bubble bath after waiting a whole month.”

“Well we can still make that happen! I can still feel it fizzing like crazy down there,” Wyatt got on his feet, pushed past Nate into the kitchen. He took a gallon of water out of the pantry and started chugging it.

“Can’t even have a short conversation without him shoving something into his gut,” Nate commented to himself.

Wyatt gave a great belch, and sauntered over to Nate, “Might wanna take a deep breath, I haven’t done this in a while and it might take me a minute,” Wyatt held onto the sides of Nate’s waist and firmly lifted him into the air.

“What? Oh!” Nate began before having his head plunged into the dark abyss of Wyatt’s oversized throat. He shivered in surprise at the warm prickly tongue gliding across his face and chest, tensed at the pressure coming from all sides of him as Wyatt’s esophagus encased him.

Wyatt chugged down Nate’s shoulders and chest, then used a free hand to loosen Nate’s towel and let it drop to the floor. He placed each hand on a separate thigh of Nate and pushed forward, swinging Nate’s legs into the air. 

Nate wriggled forward and found his chest and abdomen being squeezed and tickled through a narrow, slimy passage to a stretchy flesh chamber filled with gurgling water. In a place you might expect to smell like vomit, Nate was surprised to find that Wyatt’s stomach smelled perfectly wonderful, with notes of rose and lemongrass, cardamom and peppermint, a mix of the bath bombs all swirling and bubbling together in the stomach juices and water.

Wyatt gave another big gulp, and slurped up Nate’s legs with ease. He was an accomplished eater after all. Without missing a beat, Wyatt waddled through the doorway to the bathtub and looked down at the hot, clear water filling the new bathtub.

“Hmm… I don’t know this seems kinda gross to me… Well, the bath is new so I suppose there won’t be any germs on it or anything. Oh, what the hey, I’ll do it for you,” Wyatt struggled a bit but managed to kneel on the floor, his gut bulging in front of him with the bulk of Nate. Wyatt turned to the side and plunged his head under the surface of the bath water and began gulping as fast as he could.

Nate, perplexed by the whole affair, was still getting used to the cognitive dissonance of being inside a human stomach, and having it smell like a Bath and Body Works factory, when water began shooting out above his head in intermittent spurts as Wyatt swallowed one mouthful, then another and another.

Wyatt gulped about half of the bath’s contents before giving up, sitting back down against the newly tiled floor, and taking deep breaths of air. Nate squirmed around in his private, semi-spherical bath bomb belly chamber. He pushed against the stomach walls and felt them squirming and stretching. He could feel a soft pull at his feet as the stomach opened a sphincter every few moments to let some water pass down into the large intestine.

“Don’t think that giving me a bath bomb experience in your gut gets you out of buying me new ones!” Nate shouted, pausing in the middle as the water sloshed over his mouth.

“C���mon bud! Who else can say they’ve been in a bath bomb belly before?” Wyatt sighed, giving his gut a slap and sending a small wave into Nate’s face.

“Not that I’m ungrateful, thanks for trying to make it happen creatively, but this has been a bit more stimulating than I was going for!”

“Alternative thought, we call a truce and I don’t digest you?” Wyatt suggested.

Nate contemplated for a bit. “I’ll let you know, let me think about it for a bit while I relax. It does smell pretty good in here.”

Featuring @noobbear73 as Wyatt

[soapyghostie]

Slashers maybe going to get a mani pedi with their s/o like get their nails done at a salon and all that like with nubbins especially i wana see that

Welp, I felt like doing another request and suprisingly had time to do it. I hope you don't mind if I made this into a Horror House prompt. I'm absoutely obsessed with Horror House and it's my only motivation to write anything at the moment. Hope you enjoy!

Horror House

Jason is hesitant at first, not really understanding the appeal, but he goes because he loves spending time with you. The nail techs are terrified, but they still do their job, and Jason just sits there quietly, letting you pick a nice clear coat or soft pastel for his nails. He actually enjoys the hand massage and you’ll catch him staring at his nails later. He’s impressed by how good they look. 

Michael just stares the entire time. No reaction, no comments, just silent intimidation as the nail tech works on his massive hands. You pick a deep, midnight blue for his nails. Even though he acts like he doesn’t care, you’ve noticed he’s been more careful with what he does with his hands as if he doesn’t wanna ruin them. 

Freddy totally makes nonstop jokes about how they’re gonna fix his burnt skin. “Bet you haven’t worked on hands this crispy, huh?” He gets a bright, obnoxious red polish and makes suggestive comments the entire time, just to embarrass you. The techs are so done with him, but you just roll your eyes and enjoy your time. 

Bubba is nervous but excited! He’s fidgety at first, but once they start filing his nails and soaking his feet, he’s so happy. You pick a nice pink for him, and he’s obsessed with how they look. He shows Drayton and the others when you get home like a proud child. 

Oh, Nubbins is living for this. He’s making weird little giggling noises the entire time, kicking his feet in the water, and wiggling his fingers at you after they paint them. Definitely asks for little smiley faces on his nails and makes a huge mess, knocking over polish bottles while the workers try to stop him from putting his feet on the counter. 

One word for ChopTop: Twitchy. He keeps messing with his nails the whole time. “Damn, my cuticles are all fucked up. You think you can fix that, babe?” He picks neon colors, just to be extra, and absolutely peels the polish off within an hour after getting them done. Hey! He had fun.

Drayton complains the entire time but doesn’t stop you from dragging him there. “Ain’t no man of mine gonna be sittin’ around wasting money on damn fingernails!” However, you catch him admiring his nails later when he thinks no one is looking. 

Thomas is pretty nervous because he’s not used to being pampered, but once you hold his hand and reassure him, he relaxes. He actually really likes the feeling of the hand massage, even though his hands are rough and scarred. You paint his nails a simple dark color, and even though he hides them from everyone else, you know he secretly likes them. 

Bo acts like he hates it. “This is some real dumbass shit, darlin,” but ohhhh the minute they start massaging his hands, he’s melting into the chair. Let's you pick the color and pretends not to care, but you hear him telling Lester later, “Shit was actually kinda nice.” 

Vincent absolutely loves it! He’s an artist so, of course, he appreciates self-care and aesthetics. He goes for a matte black or deep blue, and he keeps his hands extra still to make sure they look perfect. You catch him taking pictures of his nails later to use for reference for his wax sculptures.

Lester is super excited to get his nails done. He’s pretty chatty with the nail techs and being his usual goofy self. “Ya think my feet are the dirtiest you’ve ever seen?” (Yes, Lester they are). Picks a bright color like orange or green and proudly shows them off to his brothers. They just shake their heads at him. 

Norman is a little shy at first, but he enjoys being pampered. Goes for a natural buffed look, something subtle and classy. Later, he tells ‘mother’ all about it, and you’re not sure if she approves or not. 

Hannibal has been here before. He probably has a regular place that serves him wine while he gets his nails done. Picks a deep burgundy color and lectures you on the history of nail care while you’re just trying to enjoy yourself. 

Amanda acts all tough, but she secretly loves it. Gets black nails or some cool edgy design, like little skulls. Absolutely pulls the “We should do this again sometime” while pretending it wasn’t her idea. 

Billy Loomis is skeptical at first but lets you talk him into it. Gets black nails but acts like it’s just for the ‘cool goth aesthetic’ and not because he actually enjoyed the experience. Stu makes fun of him, so Billy immediately drags him to get one too.

Ohhhh! Stu loves it! “Babyyyy, why didn’t we do this sooner?!” Gets something stupid, like glow-in-the-dark polish, and won’t stop wiggling his fingers in your face to show it off. 

Chucky complains the whole time but secretly enjoys it. Picks a tacky, obnoxious color, probably bright red. He gets wayyyyy into the hand massage and makes inappropriate jokes the entire time. 

Girl! Tiffany absolutely LIVES for pedicures! She has a specific salon she only goes to because “they know how to do my nails right.” She gets long, sharp, black-and-red stiletto nails, and if anyone messes up her set, she will KILL them. 

You have to beg Brahms to go because he’s scared of people seeing his face. He ends up loving the feeling of the warm water and gets super clingy afterward, expecting more pampering from you. Gets a soft pastel color because he secretly wants to match you. 

Billy Lenz just giggles the entire time and talks in his usual inappropriate manner. The nail techs are extremely uncomfortable. Gets Christmas-themed nails even if it’s the middle of summer. 

Pyramid Head just sits in complete silence while everyone panics about how to do his nails with those massive hands he's got. He ends up getting a deep, bloody red because you picked it for him. He doesn’t say much about his nails, but he loves them. He makes sure not to chip the paint off them.  

Carrie has never gotten her nails done before, so she’s shy but super excited. She picks a soft pink or a pretty glittery polish and stares at her nails in awe when they’re done. Later, she keeps looking at them, feeling beautiful and loved. 

Jennifer is in her element. This is her thing. She picks a sultry, sexy color like deep red or glossy black. She bullies you if you pick something plain, but after she’s done teasing you, she’ll insist on fixing them. She loves going to a nail salon, but she doesn’t mind doing both of your guys’ nails at home. She’s a nail pro. 

Danny loves the attention, winks at the nail techs, and makes flirty jokes the whole time. He’s actually gotten some of the nail techs to fall head-over-heels for him and try to get his number. Obviously, he denies. He gets straight black with blood splatters because he has a brand. He definitely smudges his nails on purpose so you have to go back with him. 

Leslie is way too excited to get his nails done. He acts like he’s studying the experience for his “slasher routine.” “Self-care is critical when you’re doing all that running, you know?” He gets something wild, like a gradient of dark green to black, and absolutely records a little monologue about it for his documentary that he is making.

[achickennamedcheese]

OHHHH CHEESE~

I HAVE BROUGHT MORE UNDERTALE AU LORE FOR YOU

and yes, it is Bloodmoon related :3

There he is, the guy himself. He’ll set up traps all around Snowdin and the forest in order to capture (or outright kill) Lunar. Lunar though spooked actually finds the twins to be cool, but they both kinda intimidate them so they’d only actively want to befriend them both in a replay. Now as for Blood’s fight.

He technically has five total fights, but the first four are more just him ambushing Lunar and attacking a bit and then getting distracted with something else. In those four first fights he’ll use a mace, a bow, a scythe, and a chainsaw to fight. One of those fights, probably the scythe one, would be interrupted by Snow complaining about Blood stealing her favorite weapon, which would lead to a small argument between the twins which Lunar would use to run away. In short, Lunar has to run away from all four fights. And then, the actual fight. In the outskirts of Snowdin during a snow storm, Blood will use every single weapon they had used before and some knives to try and fight//kill Lunar, by then he’d be pissed by the fact he hasn’t been able to kill them and would absolutely not hold back. There’d be multiple insta kills at various points in the fight. And of course, the blue soul mechanic. Lunar would have to actively avoid traps that had been set in the battlefield by Blood all while dodging the bot’s attacks. It’d be a very fun fight over all, well, for the player, Lunar would be terrified on their first run. And then comes the special attack, Blood chases Lunar all around the battlefield with the intent of leading them to a giant fucking bear trap hidden in the snow or something. If activated, the trap is an insta kill. If not…

The trap still activates. And Blood falls on it.

from here there are five different ways the battle could end, I have made a chart though I forgot one of the variants.

There are two turns where neither Lunar or the player can act, due to the shock (and angst >:)) of the event. Once free to act, there are three turns left to the battle. This isn’t the case if Lunar had been fighting prior to this happening and had lowered Blood’s health over 50%, in that case Blood would straight up die from the bear trap, EXP would be gained from this. If his HP is over 50%, he’d lose a good chunk of it, the rest slowly draining as the turns pass.

If the three turns are up and nothing has been done to either help, escape, or end things, Blood will die, no EXP would be gained from it.

If choosing to attack, Lunar will hit the trap so it hurries draining his HP up, Blood dies, EXP is gained.

The canon thing that happens in Lunar’s first run is they run away. They exit Snowdin, shaken up by the events that just transpired, and will refuse to go back to Snowdin if the player tries to go back. They would try to not think about it and keep going through the underground, only other mention of Blood being Solar (haven’t thought that through yet), and it isn’t until they reach Judgement Hall that they remember that. They are confronted with what they did by facing the person who’d be the most affected by Blood’s death, though she doesn’t mention it at all, she just gives Lunar their judgement and leaves, her wearing her dead sibling’s scarf being the only giveaway that they know what happened. Needless to say Lunar feels extremely guilty about it, but y’know, final boss, so they deal with that post game in the phone call, where Snow addresses them coldly and uncaringly.

The happy ending is the one where Lunar helps Blood by disarming the trap. He scrambles away and the battle ends. Lunar looks around and finds him sitting against a tree, processing what just happened, when he notices he doesn’t know what to say, he simply stares at Lunar then at the trap then at Lunar. He mutters a small thank you before running away. That’s all Lunar hears about both twins for a while. And then, the second half of waterfall is reached, and Lunar receives a phone call.

“Uhhh, is this the human? Hey. Hey! Hi, it has been some time, uhhhhh. So I uh, I wanted to say thanks for helping me out back there, I uh, I appreciate it… god that feels weird to say— anyways! I know we got off in the wrong foot, so uh, sorry for trying to kill you? I can, like, make it up to you? Just drop by our place or something, I got rid of all the traps (I think) so, yeah… Wha? How’d I get your phone number? Other caught it while looking over your shoulder as you used it, anyways— later!”

And so, the blood twins can be befriended.

You might notice I’m missing a variation of the fight, and that’s because the No mercy route is so incredibly different that any other. I also have a thing to illustrate what I mean with this

Blood will straight up not fight in the No Mercy route. The first four encounters do happen, but by the time the outskirts are reached he has decided he simply won’t fight you again. You had no reaction to any of the traps, you hadn’t even flinched when he took out the chainsaw, he’s creeped out by you. He tells you he won’t even bother since no human in their right mind would ever not react to any of that, he also gloats about it also probably not being a fair fight because he’d probably win easily if he didn’t hold any punches. The fight starts, and there are two ways to go about this, kill him or don’t.

If you kill him, he’ll be very taken aback by the strength of your attack, he won’t say anything, he won’t move, he’ll just stare at you. In the last second he’ll turn away to run, but it’d be worthless by then, he’d turn to dust a few feet behind you.

If you don’t kill him he’ll be relieved, he had been very anxious about this confrontation for what he assumes to be no reason, he’ll just be like ‘cool’ and walk away. Just like him living in any other route, he calls you once you reach the second half of Waterfall, though he isn’t as chipper as he could be, in fact he’d still be very creeped out by you, but be willing to talk about murder and bones over some prepackaged meals or whatever.

That’s all I have for now, please give me your thoughts and please give input on if this is too much or something

Later ;P

BRUH PLS I- AHDJFKWJFJJEF

You even got everything down to the routes and mechanics??? Dude omfg this is sick

Also- love how... how should I say this- uh- fruity/zesty Blood is 👍

[vancemedicibutwhimsical]

Hiii I saw your ocs and I LOVED THEM SO FREAKINMUCH like HIPPIES??!! that's so damn COOL and how you made em in The sims and the drawings def made me crush so hard my tummy started to hurt. so only if you're in the mood for it (I mean it) would you write some interaction between your ocs and mine (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)?

OHHHH MY GOODNESS JUST. First off the tummy hurts is the best compliment ive ever recieved also #same im so inlove with them its not even funny AND THANK YOU SERIOUSLY RAHHHHHHHHHH OMGOGMGOMG YOUR CHARACTERS ARE SO COOL TOODUDE

SECOND OFF I AM SO EXCITED TO DIVE INTO THIS SO LETS GO 😈😈🥀

KEVIN

w/ Rodney -

w/ Rodney - Rodney would have probably grown up around Kevin, considering he was frequently in town, around the greasers, and eventually became apart of their group. Kevin is two years younger than him, and Rodney is a middle child; so I think this would give them a slight younger/older brother dynamic! :D Rodney would also LOVE the fact that Kev is interested in motorcycles of all things, because Rodney has always worked on motorcycles over regular bikes + had a heavy interest his whole life (hence the nickname ‘Hotrod’).

I could see them being good shoulders to lean on for eachother— especially in the sense of grief or anything that comes with it; Rodney having lost both his parents. Overall I think they’d make really great friends and would have a ‘found family’ type of vibe to their relationship ^_^

w/ Rylie (feat Simon mention) -

Rylie would find Kevin absolutely adorable tbh, probably one of the many boys on campus that she would playfully flirt with to get her way or get a reaction out of him for funsies. I think just like with his buddy Simon, she has a sort of cuteness aggression toward them like they’re some kind of kitten. + she WILL pull puppy eyes on the two of them to get her homework done for free/get a few stolen cigarettes from the greasers.

w/ Nikolai -

Nikolai would find all of the greasers interesting, honestly, the only thing that really makes him a prep is his family name; he doesn’t behave like any of the other preps. This includes Kevin, who I think would honestly be one of the easiest greasers for Nik to interact with casually, considering Simon is friends with him. Nik is like .. this guy isn’t going to IMMEDIATELY kick me in my balls maybe I can ask him for a pencil

DRAVEN

w/ Arlo -

Since your comment made me EXPLODE into a thousand pieces with excitement, let me go on about this rq

Arlo thinks Draven is very handsome. He probably saw him in Draven’s natural habitat, around Blue Skies or New Coventry while Dottie bought weed off of someone; something like that. Arlo wouldn’t be able to remember what was going on when he first saw him anyways, because he’d be instantly crushing.

Arlo is quite the loverboy— hence his polycule lol— but I think his crush on Draven would be extra special considering Arlo has never met a townie he thought of kissing LMFAOOO he would be so intrigued and even more obsessed when he realizes the ‘bad boy’ thing is truly just a look for Draven; and that he’s actually a huge sweetie. The kicker would definitely be if Draven is willing to haul Arlo around a bit on occasion when he doesn't feel like using crutches ;3

I have a doodle in mind for this.. Dottie would definitely be dealing with Arlo zoning out in class thinking of Draven and shes like “ouuhh you like a boy, don’t youuu??”/pos shes so excited to wingman him LMFAOOO

I think his fav thing/first thing he noticed about Draven would be his eyes, and he would love his hair. Besides that, his style would be a big attractor for Arlo; he likes himself a boy that ‘seems’ like trouble, even if he’s not. 10/10 they should kiss

w/ Rodney (feat his older brother mention)

I think Draven and Rodney would get along despite not being from the same clique because, like with Kevin, Rodney would have probably grown up around Draven a bit. Now, i haven’t posted his family yet,, but Rodney’s older brother, Sani, seems like he would also really vibe with D. He’s a tattoo artist, 25 yrs old, and if Draven has gotten any tattoos or piercings before; Sani may have done one or two of em!

w/ Dottie

Right up there with Arlo, Dottie would also think Draven is bonkers cute. She’s far more upfront than Arlo, and they usually make a move on people before he does, but I think they’d actually hold out on saying anything too flirty to Draven for a while because she wants Arlo to make his first move ever/hj (She had to make the first move on him for them to start dating,, HAHA)

She would overall really enjoy bumping into Draven or any time Arlo has him over, probably yapping his face off about some hippie bullshit or squeezing on his muscles because she’s an absolute idiot.

SIMON

w/ Nikolai

Nik is older than Simon, but funnily enough, I think Nik would really want to have his company among the preps. He likes all of his friends, but his family’s name isn’t as pristine as some of the others (his grandpa was a dick and it sort of ruined their reputation for two more generations) so they can treat him like the runt of their group on occasion. That being said, Nik would find some kind of comfort in Simon as they’re both unconventionally rich teens; apart of something they didn’t ask to be included in but here they are,, so might as well try to be friends? For some reason I also feel like Simon would find Nik’s russian accent funny LMAO

w/ Rylie

Like I mentioned in Kevin’s bit, Rylie thinks the two of them are absolutely squishable. Specifically with Simon, however, I think Rylie plays her tricks to try and, via Simon, convince the rich kids to let her throw a party at one of their places (fellow rich girl stranded in smalltown missing her mansion parties 💔💔)

w/ Skylar

Weirdly enough, I can just see these two being a fun party duo if Simon ever finds himself at one. Like the type of duo you see at a frat house; Skylar is probably carrying Simon on his shoulders and making him do karaoke with him tbh 🥀🥀 SORRY SIMON

I HOPE YOU LIKE ALL THESE IM ACTUALLY GEEKING OIT RN … I LOVE YOUR OCS SO MUCH

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 52

Augustine & Mercy are having a very intense convo about how they just murdered GOD and are dooming themselves, and Gideon 1.0, Gideon 2: Electric Boogaloo, and Ianthe are just … standing there

oh shit and Dominicus is gonna die and become a black hole? i mean given there’s a whole other book not sure where this is gonna go, maybe he was lying to everyone about that as well?

when Ianthe of all people is the one advocating to try and save people out of the goodness of her heart, you know you’re fucked

‘Well, Augustine, there’s something you should know’ could someone please say something in this series that isn’t ridiculously cryptic. also i totally forgot this guy was wearing Gid’s sunglasses the whole time lol

OH WAIT THE BITCH IS BACK. i knew it was too good to be true 

also YIKES poor Mercy, she was not my favourite character but god she did not deserve that

also ah. hm. the above comment did not age well

oh this guys whole persona has just shifted. He’s still got that kinda irreverent jokiness & affability but he’s also evidently very pissed off, a lot less ‘lets have tea’ and more ‘do what i say or get fucked’

'then he looked at us, gave a crooked half smile’ ohhhh he has the same. fucking. crooked smile. that Gideon has in the BARI-star dream what the fuck

and he WAS the one who ordered Gideon-Part-1 to kill Harrow, for fucks sake. at least Harrow had Ortus be nice to her briefly cuz she’s three for three on her other parental figures trying to kill her at some point 

Gideon found out her bio dad is GOD, saw him die, saw him come back to live naked, and now found out he tried to kill her (kinda maybe its complicated) girlfriend. thats just ... so many different levels of traumatising

also i keep forgetting Gideon is literally looking like Harrow for all of this

GIDEON 1.0 ISN’T GIDEON, ITS PYRRHA DVE HIS CAV?!?!? yknow what so much else is going on rn i barely have the capacity to process that

and she was also sleeping with Commander Wake, was everyone just fucking eachother????? and i thought the love quadrangle in the last book was complicated. i’m guessing she shot Wake to stop her from potentially revealing the whole ‘i’m actually alive’ thing to the Emperor then?

also wow there’s a lot of consent issues being raised in the last couple chapters and this one, not just with dios apate major, but also like … you’re having sex with someone while possessing someone else’s body without their knowledge, but also also its the only body you have because they (presumably) killed you to absorb your soul. like what.

the drama and vast existential horror of this scene is only mildly undercut by the fact that the Emperor is having this crazy fight wearing only what is essentially an opalescent bathrobe

also why are there fucking TEETH at the bottom of the River? and Tongues?? and it thinks he’s a Resurrection Beast? i feel like there’s so much more to the River that we haven’t uncovered yet

and Augustine wasn’t wrong with what he said wayy before, the Emperor really did grant him more leniency than he did Mercy, at least he gave him a chance before murdering him

also cmon Ianthe you’re really gonna save that guy, really?

'Hands pressed. We died’ AGAIN?? i mean at least this time there’s a chance for her to come back given she’s done it once before?? also i do not know what to make of her seeing Alecto before she dies at all

[lvrhughes]

Lake House Love | C. Caufield

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (pls correct me if that’s wrong)

word count: 1.5k

summary: After a comment from Luke during a day on the boat, Cole questions why you haven’t tried either.

Warnings: does it even count as angst?, swearing, implications of sex, mostly fluff

requested: no

not my gif!

“Cole, you're crazy!” you giggled, being led by him towards the edge of the boat. The hughes boat, him hoaxing you to try to wakeboard with him. 

“You love me though, come on.” his voice filled with enthusiasm as he got ready to go. 

“I guess…” you mumbled, playing with him for his reaction, the hughes heard it, ‘ohhhh’-ing at your reply. 

“You did not.” Cole said as he froze, turning to face you, his lifejacket still undone. He slowly stepped towards you, making you back away until you almost fell on top of Quinn. Quinn’s hands on your back, keeping you from falling on him while Cole continued towards. 

“Cole, no.”

He didn’t stop, grabbing you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Running to the edge of the boat again. 

“COLE” You screamed as he dove into the water with you. When you surfaced, just before him, you smacked him. 

“Cole you ass!”

He just smiled, pulling you against him. The peaceful moment was quickly broken by the middle Hughes who came jumping in, yelling “CANNONBALL”, splashing the two of you in water again. 

“Jack!” everyone yelled, him jumping too close to the boat and soaking Quinn, Luke, and Trevor. 

This led to everyone jumping in the lake, swimming around, splashing each other, and wrestling. You and Cole strayed away from the group to float together in peace quickly. 

“You’re beautiful, you know?” Cole whispered, running his hand along your back, still keeping you tucked against him. 

“Cole.” 

“Don’t ‘Cole’ me, I mean it.” the way he spoke, throwing a bit of sass with his words. 

“Thank you, Cole.”

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to return to the boat, letting Cole wakeboard, finally. 

He looked so happy wakeboarding, you would’ve stayed in that boat for another 12 hours to keep that smile on his face, but you knew you had to go in soon. Your realization only solidified when Quinn slowed the boat, you looking at Cole, who gave a disappointed smile. 

“I wish we could be out here all night.” Cole complained when he got back in the boat, taking his seat beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you as close as possible. 

“I don’t see why you two are already dating.” Luke mumbled at the action. 

A blush covered the both of you quickly, but Cole didn’t move. 

Returning to land, the sun was setting now, illuminating everything in a golden hue. The Hughes boys lighting a campfire, bringing drinks out and chairs. 

The night went quickly, stealing glances at Cole the entire time, his arm holding you tight against him as you sat in his lap. 

Slowly the boys trickle off to their rooms, leaving only you and Cole. 

“You know, I always wonder why we haven’t tried.”

“What are you talking about Cole?” turning to face him, his face barely illuminated by the moon. 

“You know I love you.”

“I love you too Cole.”

“Not like that.” his face turned to look in the opposite direction of you, almost filled with fear for what you’d say next.

“Oh.” 

“Oh? That’s all you’re going to say?” his voice laced with growing anger. 

“Cole please-”

“No, I can't do this right now.” He pushed you off his lap, barely having time to stand without falling. He was quick to get up after you were off him. 

“Cole, stop.”

“Why? I told you I love you and all you had to say was ‘oh’!”

“Cole, stop.” he knew you were never good with people yelling at you, yet here he was, yelling at you. He promised he never would. Your voice was a whisper, making him pause to see what he’d done. 

“Oh baby,” he cooed, his demeanor quickly changing, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry, fuck. I did the one thing I said I’d never.” 

He sounded ready to cry at his realization, wanting nothing more than to hug him back, let him back in so quickly. 

“Cole stop.” you pushed him away. “You can’t do this! You just yelled at me and now you're trying to comfort me from your mistakes!”

He stepped back when your hand hit his chest, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“Cole, that doesn’t make it okay. You broke your promise.” 

You sounded so sad to him, making his heart break, he did the one thing he never wanted to. That was all it took, tears falling onto his hand as they covered his face. Trying to cover his shame from you, squatting to the ground. His hands still covered his face while tears fell, he could taste the salt on his lips. 

“Cole..” your voice was just above a whisper and he barely heard between the sobs he was silencing. 

“No,” he paused, waiting to trust his voice not to crack, “you should go.”

“I’m not going to leave you out here alone.”

“I just broke my one promise! I hurt you! I deserve to be out here alone.” 

“No you don’t Cole, you just lost your temper for a minute.”

“Don’t defend me.” he scoffed, making you push him lightly. Gaining his attention when he was unprepared for the push, falling back. Making you laugh at the sound he made when he fell, this little sound of surprise. 

His head perked up at the sound, seeing the smile on your face. He was quick to retaliate, pulling you down onto him. Letting your giggles fill the silence that once was, loving the sound, music to his ears. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

“Babe, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not though, I should've never done that. I just ruined everything.”

“I think if you had ruined everything we wouldn’t be laying in the grass together, now would we?” a playful smirk on your face when he removed himself from you. 

“But-”

“Cole, my love, my sweet, oblivious, impatient, love. If you had waited about another twenty seconds you would’ve heard me say I love you too.” you giggled.

“What?” 

“You’re that oblivious? Wow. seriously I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“No fucking way” the shock so evident on his face. “We could’ve been together years ago?”

“If you had realized, yeah.”

He groaned, burying himself on you again. Mumbling something about wishing he wasn’t so stupid.

“You’re not stupid baby, just a little slow.” his head lifting at the words. Staring at you, the smile that covered your face looking at him. 

He leaned forward quickly, kissing your lips. Letting yourself melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair. When you pulled away, lips swollen and in need of air, he was quick to keep you pressed again him. 

“You’re mine now, right?”

“Yes, Cole.” 

“Good. I see the way Trevor looks at you, I finally have a reason to tell him off.”

You giggled, kissing his lips again shortly. 

“We should go in.” you mumbled against his lips, the night air growing cold. 

“Mhm.” he mumbled back but did nothing to move, only kissing you again.

“Cole.” you whined pushing off him. “I’m getting cold.”

“I know something we could do that would get you warm.” a smirk on his lips, leaning to you again.

“COLE!” you squealed, pushing him back. 

“What baby? We could cuddle.” he replies feigning innocence.

“You know that is not what you were talking about!” you scold, pushing your finger into his chest. His response was to laugh, while leaning again to kiss you. 

“No kisses for you until we go in.” you said, getting away from him. 

“And the we can-”

“COLE!” 

“Sorry, sorry. You know I had to try though.”

“Maybe when we’re not in a house full of boys.” you whispered, quickly running toward the house. He was quick to follow, catching up quickly. Picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, your giggles filling the space again, letting him carry you inside. 

Bringing you up the stairs to room he claimed as his for now, throwing you on the bed. Quickly following in suite, jumping in beside you. 

“Cole, I am not sleeping in my bathing suit.”

“Go take one of my shirts.” he mumbled, clearly letting sleep come over him fast. So you did, getting up and choosing your favorite of his, sneaking out to your stuff to grab other clothes. When you tried to sneak back in, Cole was sat in bed, scrolling on his phone. 

“I thought you were asleep.” you whispered, climbing in the bed, pulling yourself tight against him. He put his phone down and tucked you tightly into him. 

“I was falling asleep but then you left, so I changed into comfier clothes.” he answered, placing kisses on your shoulder, where his shirt slipped down on you. 

“Comfier clothes are taking your shirt and shorts off?” you teased.

“Yep.” he agreed, closing his eyes. “Now sleep, we can continue this in the morning.”

“But I just got you, we could stay up all night making out instead?” 

“Sleep, pretty.” he replied, pulling you further down laying your head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into sleep. 

“I love you, sleep well.” he mumbled, placing one more kiss on the top of your head. 

“I love you.” you mumbled back, fighting to stay awake now, before letting sleep overcome you.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Wow okay I haven’t done this in a while bc I haven’t been writing much of anything recently 😬 buuuuuuut here’s a bit of my buddie Time Loop AU that will be posted….. um…. One day?

Bobby is the first to greet Eddie with a cheerful, “Morning, Diaz,” to which Eddie waves and smiles quickly before changing in the locker rooms. He flops down bonelessly on the couch first chance he gets, pointing his chin upwards with a labored sigh. Even with eyes planted on the ceiling, he can feel a scrutinous gaze analyzing him. “I can feel you staring.”

“You look troubled,” Hen points out. She’s all but swimming in medical textbooks, but her eyes are instead trained on Eddie like he’s some sort of patient she needs to fix.

“Eddie always looks troubled,” Chim butts in. “He’s got a case of resting cat-stuck-in-the-rain face. R-C-S-I-T-R-F.”

“I resent that,” Eddie groans. He fishes the bracelet out of his pocket and flashes it for the rest of the 118 to see. “Ana left this behind.”

His explanation is met with a resounding chorus of ohhhh’s.

“It doesn’t look all that nice,” Hen tries. “Maybe she won’t miss it.”

“It’s her mother’s.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

“You have to give it back.”

“I have to give it back,” Eddie confirms. “Unless,” he turns his gaze to Hen and Chim, eyebrows raised hopefully.

“No,” they say in unison.

“Try Buckley,” Chimney suggests. “If there’s one face he can’t say no to, it’s yours.”

Tagging: @regina-cordium @piedoesnotequalpi @justgleekout @kurtsascot @backslashdelta @somanywords and whoever else would like to give this a go!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you’d write a fic for lady lesso and Larissa (I just think that would be an interesting power couple) using prompt 19

Hey hey hey anon! Oh absolutely. Those two would be such a power couple. 👀 I love this, thanks for the request! Shout out to @bratty-honeyy who inspired part of this Fic 💋 Hope you enjoy 😘

Takes One to Know One ~Leonora Lesso xLarissa Weems

Mommy… Master List

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#19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, pure smutty smut, power struggle, teasing, kissing, strap fucking, overstimulation, implied degrading kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lady Lesso walked up the steps of Nevermore Academy. She walked through the corridors, on her way to the office of Principal Weems.

~~~

The two had been dating for a couple of months now. And it rocked both schools worlds when they found out. Everyone’s jaw dropped the moment the two walked outside their private walls for the first time, holding hands. They were quite the power couple…

~~~

Lesso entered her girlfriends office with a sigh, closing and locking the door behind her. It was Friday evening, which meant the red head had the blonde all to herself for the weekend.

“Hello, Darling…” Larissa hummed, doing a last couple of things on her lap top before beginning to put her work away.

God, that British of accent of hers always sent Leonora spiraling…

“Hey, Baby…” Lesso wickedly purred back, making her way across the office.

God, that wicked tone of hers always sent Larissa into a heated frenzy…

~~~

As to be expected, with the students discovery of Larissa’s and Leonora’s relationship, came a whole lot of gossip. The main question on everyone’s mind being: who dominated who?? The two were such a power couple that neither school could really make a solid decision.

What the students and staff didn’t see was the two women’s relationship outside of work. Yes, they were both quite dominant; but Leonora had established herself in charge quite quickly in their sexual life. Or at least that’s what Leonora thought, Larissa had something entirely different to say on the matter. But Boyyyy, did they have a sex life…

~~~

Once Larissa had put away her work, she turned her attention to her red headed lover.

“You know, I barely got any work done today…” Larissa thought out loud with a sultry and teasing edge to her tone, “Couldn’t concentrate by any means…”

“Oh? Is that so?” Lesso playfully quipped back, “Do tell me what was so distracting…”

“Hmmm, well I had this vivid daydream early in the morning of you going down on me in this very chair…” Larissa lustfully purred.

“Ohhhh, but you haven’t earned it, baby…” Lesso taunted.

At that, Larissa have Leonora a pouted lip and puppy dog eyes.

“Darling, I have had such a long day…” she sighed, playing along with the power game, “Why don’t you be a love and make me feel good, hmmm?”

Lesso’s eyes slimmed as she stared down her prey. She then rounded the desk where Larissa was sitting, and swiveled her chair around to the side, effectively trapping Larissa by holding the chair with both hands. With a snap of Lesso’s fingers, Larissa’s curls cascaded down to her shoulders, pin free.

“Do you really wanna brat on a Friday where I could punish you all weekend…?” She threateningly purred in the blondes ear.

But Larissa wasn’t going to back down that easy. Before Leonora could say another word, Larissa’s lips were on Lesso’s. Both women moaned into the kiss, and the fight for dominance began. Larissa pulled Leonora into her lap eagerly, and Lesso happily straddled the blonde while kissing her to high heaven. Their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought each other and they ravaged each others mouths. Larissa let out a particularly leud moan as Leonora but down on the blondes lower lip. Eventually, both women had to pull away for some oxygen.

“Did you lock the door…?” Larissa panted breathlessly.

The red head leaned her forehead against Larissa’s, looking up at the blonde with a smirk as she as well panted heavily.

“Yes, Baby…” Lesso purred.

She then moved her lips to Larissa’s right ear, nipping at her lobe.

“I even put on a silencing enchantment…” Lesso purred in the blonde’s ear.

Larissa shuddered slightly at Leonora’s words. Lesso then got up from Larissa’s lap and gripped her collar.

“Baby, I’ll do you one better than fucking you in this chair…” she wickedly purred.

Lesso the pulled Larissa swiftly from her chair around to her desk, so that she was trapping Larissa in between her body and the desk, Larissa’s ass flush against Leonora’s apparent bulge. Larissa’s breath hitched and she was quick to counter and spin around to meet her lovers gaze. Larissa pulled Leonora flush against her, grazing her lips against the red heads but pulling away.

“You’re packing, darling…?” Larissa husked in Leonora’s ear.

“Ohhhhh Yea, Baby…” Lesso lustfully purred, “And I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

The red head then swiftly spun Larissa back around and pinned her down to the desk. Larissa immediately squirmed to get out of Lesso’s hold, but with a snap of her fingers, Leonora’s magic bound Larissa’s hands to the edges of the desk. Larissa yelped in response. Leonora then began kissing the back of Larissas neck and shoulders.

“Color, ‘Rissa?” Leonora checked in with the blonde.

“Good God Green…!” Larissa groaned, her hips squirming.

Lesso groaned in delight, letting go of the blonde as the magical restraints could now hold her. Leonora then quickly stripped her bottom half to reveal her largest strap, while Larissa wiggled her ass in anticipation. Lesso was quick to snap her fingers for Larissa’s dress to magically fall to the floor, leaving the blonde in her lingerie. With a swift hand, Lesso removed Larissa’s knickers, swiping her fingers through the blondes folds and sticking her fingers in her mouth to taste.

“Hmmm…” Lesso groaned, “Delicious as always baby, but I think we can get you wetter…” she purred, placing her dick swell against the blondes ass.

Larissa growled lightly in response. Leonora merely chuckled while swiftly opening the blondes legs further for better access.

~~~

“Scream all you want, no one can hear you, baby…” Lesso wickedly purred.

Larissa couldn’t do anything but whimper desperately in response as the red head pounded into her relentlessly.

“Look up, Baby, God look how good you look being fucked over the desk…” Lesso lustfully growled.

Larissa’s eyes wandered up to her ceiling mirrors, and she damn near came again right there. There she was, splayed out across her desk, while Leonora rammed her dick into with no mercy. A strangled moan escaped the blondes lips.

“What…? You wanna cum again, Baby…?” Lesso taunted.

“Yes yes GOD yes…!!” Larissa cried out, nodding desperately.

~~~

“You’re so cute when you cry, god, you have no idea what you do to me, Baby…” Leonora wickedly purred.

Larissa’s mascara was running down her face and her knuckles were white against the desk. She was holding on for dear life, while being pounded into in the most delicious way.

“I wanna mark you up, I wanna fuck you till you break…” Leonora growled in the blondes ear with each merciless thrust into Larissa’s aching hole.

~~~

“God, you’re so wet for me, baby…” Lesso taunted, “Are you finally giving in…?”

Larissa was a mess of incoherent moans and cries at this point. Her cum running down her thighs as she cried out like a broken record, climax after climax.

“You don’t have to fight it, baby… you know who’s in charge, now, don’t you…?” Leonora husked in Larissa’s ear.

Larissa nodded vigorously and desperately, her throat completely strained and shot.

~~~

The next Monday, almost all of both schools questions were answered…

Professor Lesso couldn’t keep the biggest fucking grin off her face. And Principal Weems couldn’t walk three feet without either stumbling on her own toes or her knees just buckling all together.

It was officially clear who belonged to who…

~~~

[act-nat-ural]

Occupied

Chapter Two: The Identity Crisis

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chapter 1 \\\ chapter 3

You feel your blood turn to ice. It wasn’t just dumb luck that brought these men to your door, it was a thought-out destination. You narrow your eyes at the man, suspicious of his tone.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that, sir. I’m house-sitting for him. Now, what the hell are You doing here?” You say impatiently. It was easy to forget that they were intruding on you due to the commotion of the bleeding man on your table, yet you remember that they haven’t even properly introduced themselves nor explained their presence.

Two of the men make eye contact with each other, the other nodding in some type of confirmation. The one you were speaking to, the one with the facial hair, raises a single eyebrow at you.

“Enough of the intimidation, miss. It's not going to work with me, so let's drop it and have a civil conversation. Now, if we were to phone Mr. Baker would he confirm your story?”

Ohhhh shit.

No, no he wouldn’t. He doesn’t know you are here, he thinks Eliza is the one house-sitting. You would try to explain the situation but you aren’t sure that these men would believe you. Should you lie? No, you’re almost certain you would get caught in a lie. You can feel the sweat dripping down your neck. You need to think of something and quickly.

You decide the best course of action is to tell the truth. Technically, you haven’t done anything wrong. You still haven’t forgotten that you don’t even know why you have your explain yourself to these men, but you will get your answers soon enough. You must’ve taken too long to get your thoughts in order because by the time you get ready to speak the man in front of you is looking awfully impatient.

“No. No, Adam doesn’t know I’m here.” You state, slowly and concisely. He narrows his eyes at you and goes to speak but you cut him off. You explain the situation and how his sister said you could stay there in her stead, how you are a friend of the family. You look around while you speak, not wishing to gaze straight into his scrutinizing glare. That’s when it catches your eye.

Aha.

You grin and step around him, careful not to walk into the small blood puddle that’s formed on the floor. Damn, you weren’t looking forward to cleaning that up. You reach the wall on the opposite side of the room and snatch the picture frame straight off the shelf. Universal Studios, 2019. Eliza’s family had taken pity on you due to your not having been before and brought you along on their trip. Luckily, there was photo evidence.

“Here.” You hand the framed photo to him, pointing at your grainy face. “That’s me.” He visibly relaxes and hands you the photograph back.

“Sorry for the interrogation, love. You can never be too sure about these types of things.” He apologizes, appearing to be sincere. He’s softened up considerably since you confirmed who you were.

“Thas’ it? She could still be a bloody stalker, cap. Breakin’ into the poor man’s home or somethin’. Lass seems to be the type.” The man on the table slurs out. You scoff. What the hell is wrong with these people? Where are their goddamn manners?

“Listen, buddy, I am most certainly not a stalker. And I’m not the one who’s laying on someone else’s table bleeding out, and not saying why they’re here!” You exclaim, exasperated.

“‘m not bleeding out anymore, hen.” He grins wolfishly, gesturing to his stitches. “Glad to ken you care about little ol’ me.” You just huff and roll your eyes in response. 

“Is someone going to clean that up? Because I don’t think it should have to be me.” You ask, referring to the mess on the tiles. “Also, you still haven’t said your names and what you are doing here.”

The man that the others refer to as captain sighs and nods. “Alright. We’ll explain. Could you show ‘im where you keep the bleach?” He asks of you, nodding his head to the masked man. Jesus, you almost forgot about him. It was hard not to with how quiet he was.

You nod silently and head to the laundry room out towards the back of the house. He follows closely and silently, not attempting to make any type of small talk. You bring him to the cabinet containing the cleaning fluids.

“I’m not exactly sure where it is, I haven’t needed it yet.” You explain a little shyly. He just nods and gets on his knees, searching the small cabinet. You almost don’t notice the blood seeping out of his upper thigh, eyes widening in realization.

“Oh my god! I can get it, just sit down!” He pauses for a moment before listening, sitting off to the side. You find and grab the bleach, quickly closing the cabinet doors. You face him and say, “I’ll go fetch your friend with the first aid kit, alright? Just… don’t bleed on the floor.” He does nothing but grunt in confirmation.

You speed walk down the hallway, bleach in hand. You wouldn’t normally be in such a hurry but you aren’t exactly sure how long his leg wound has been open for. However, when you reach the door to the dining room you hesitate. You can hear the others having a heated discussion in the other room.

“Captain, please listen to me. Telling her our names could have serious consequences. What if someone were to get a hold of her and question her? No offense, but the girl doesn’t look like she can keep a secret.” You hear one voice plead. Offense taken.

“Gaz, I hear you, but she’s seen our faces already. We knew the risks heading here and we did so anyway. Besides, don’t think we’ll be leaving here so quickly. Soap isn’t going anyway with that gash in ‘im and we both know Ghost had a hole in his leg.”

Soap? Ghost? Gaz? What the hell are these names?

You are about to interrupt when you feel the familiar sensation of someone staring and burning into the back of your head. You turn and see nothing but black. You crane your neck up and see a skull staring down at you.

[charmwasjess]

🦷/ 🛳️ / 👻 for the ask game? 👀👀

Ohhhh, Rochen comin' in with some FUN ones! <3 Thank you!!

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Jocasta Nu was tired. A colorless dawn rose somewhere on the Coruscant horizon, though obscured by endless clouds and smoke and traffic, she couldn’t see it. 

She leaned against the side of the duracrete building with her hood pulled up against the drizzle and listened to Count Dooku, erstwhile leader of the Confederacy of Independent Systems and sometime Lord of the Sith, be noisily sick over the rail. 

Oughh, 🤝 oh my brother in arms united against our tricky chapter fours! Yes, The Thunder Answered Back chapter 4 has been my bane. 

I think a lot of it is that for 25K, it’s really been the Jocasta and Dooku show, this really intimate boil between them, now the other plot threads and other characters are moving into intersection. A lot of this convergence is powered by mechanisms that I introduced in the first chapter, but now I want to go back and re-explain them to my intelligent reader, predictably leading to awful sentences.

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

—OOOH SUCH AS CASUAL LOWKEY BACKGROUND CODYWAN IN MY TIME TRAVEL AU BECAUSE YOU GAVE ME BRAINWORMS ABOUT THAT SHIP IN RIFLE??? SUCH AS THAT, TUMBLR USER ROCHEN? <3 <3 

I also want to write some Sifo-Dyas/Dooku/Jocasta, a ship I’ve loved to read but haven’t done a lot with. I just think those two deserve to make a nice Dooku sandwich. Gay man, aro woman, and their bisexual confused idiot.

👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?

Humor! It’s weird, one of the most highly prized compliments I ever get on my work is when people find my fics funny. (The one I get the most frequently is “weirdly” funny, which is frankly even better to me, because it suggests it was a surprise.) But I’ve never considered myself a humor writer. Partially because it seems like humor and crack are sometimes expected to be synonymous, and while I love crack and respect people who write it, that’s not what I’m doing - whatever humor is set in otherwise “serious” fics.

I think it’s also just daunting to say “hey I wrote this because I was trying to be funny on purpose,” because of course, how horrible to admit you’re trying to do something and have it flop, and humor can be so subjective! So, anyway, I want to do more with that genre in the coming year and be more brave about it. We could all use a laugh sometimes, and actually, I think I’m funny as shit, so at least one person will be having fun with it.

[tryslora]

On rereading my old fic...

I’m having a lot of thoughts right now about rereading things I have written.

I struggle to reread original work. I don’t get lost in it when I start reading it, and I suspect that’s because I have already read it a few hundred times (I’m exaggerating, but it’s a lot) before it was put out for public consumption.

But fic. Ohhhh… I am one of those weirdos who loves to reread fic I wrote.

This came to mind because in the past few days, I’ve reread two old fics because both of them came up on my radar for different reasons.

(They were the “Love You So Hard” series of Scott/Stiles fics, and the “Dancing On Blades” Sterek Olympic figure skating AU, both from the Teen Wolf fandom, if you’re curious).

I didn’t mean to read them. But then I sat down trying to remember exactly what I’d written, and a half hour or so later, there I was like oh. Hey. I wrote that and I do not hate it. In fact, I now have a bit of a words hangover where I’m not ready to leave that world.

I love and hate that hangover. I get it both from reading and writing. In this moment, it reminded me a lot of what I loved about both writing and reading fic.

I haven’t had time to write fic recently. I have several unfinished WIPs in a Scrivener file, but if I’m not getting the overdue original done, I don’t feel like I can take time to write fic.

I haven’t been reading fic, either. I’m so far out of the fandoms I used to be part of, I don’t know how to find the fic that will give me the feels I love. I haven’t found a new fandom to be obsessed by where I feel comfortably falling into it. I admit, I like big fandoms, mostly because I love the variety of work and the ability to find so many wonderful gems. Small fandoms are great for flailing in meta, but terrible for finding more than a few fics.

Reading these two pieces years after I wrote them (and yes, I have reread both of them before) brought me right back to the world I lived in at the time. The world of fic. The feels. The memories of what it was like to belong to a  big fandom, and all that energy.

I miss it.

But this isn’t about fandom—this is about rereading my own words.

I’ve heard a lot of writers say that they never reread their own pieces, whether that is fic or original. They don’t want to revisit them. They are uncomfortable.

I find great delight in rediscovering myself. Every story is a snapshot of where my mind was in that moment. Every story is a reminder that yes, I can write, and I don’t hate my words. They are GOOD words. They made someone smile enough to leave a comment, and when I reread them, they make me smile, too.

I, too, want to comment to ask, “hey, where’s the rest? can I have more of this?” and that’s a tad bit frustrating since um, the only way that’ll happen is if I write it.

It makes me want to write more, though. Not necessarily that story. Maybe an original piece. Maybe something inspired by it. Might be difficult, given that one of those stories was absolutely buried in the world of Teen Wolf, and the other was a fanfic nod to Yuri on Ice without being a full-on YOI fic.

But at the same time, I have shapeshifter pack politics in my PHU serial; Alaric has to deal with it all the time. And much of the inspiration for that was drawn from things I developed that were my own head-canons while writing TW fic.

Writing is about learning. Writing fic is about joy, and it’s also about testing theories, and playing with words and ideas in familiar spaces.

It’s about creating a soft blanket that someone might want to wrap up in again and again, shutting out the cold, dark night.

I’m happy that rereading my own work gave me that feel, like I could build a blanket fort out of a story and retreat into a simpler time.

I want to create those same feels with my original work. I want to create a comfort blankie made of words.

In the meantime, I need to stop rereading my own work and move on. Write new words. Remember that if I did it before, I can do it again, and better this time. I’m not done. There are still stories in me; my mind is a library waiting to give books to those who need them.

[anonymolly]

2, 5, 8, and 10?

Do you eat ass? Do you like to have your ass eaten?

I’ll try anything twice! I haven’t actually experienced giving or receiving for this but I’m definitely open to it (more open to giving than receiving but hey, that’s a common theme for me lol)

Read: please let me eat a pretty boy’s ass pleasepleaseplease please please pLEASE—

What’s the best orgasm you’ve had in the past few months?

Ohhhh hm. I had a really intense one while stoned in the bath a few weeks ago that actually made me cry a little, so probably that one? My legs were shaking for a WHILE.

What position or angle or specific technique never fails to make you cum?

Lately I’ve been hitting it in doggy (fucking myself on a suction cup dildo stuck to my full-length mirror) with a mini magic wand on my clit which has been a game changerrrrrr.

What is the hottest thing someone has ever done with you in bed?

Hmmmm. My ex once slapped me so hard that one of my flatback earring studs went flying.

[gothushi]

and while we’re on the topic of pegging, i wanna talk about cock rings too (i don’t know this is just where my mind is going)

ernst would be absolutely destroyed by them…he’s pretty inexperienced so i think he has a hard time keeping himself under control. you lightly scold him about how he can’t keep cumming so quickly, “it’s so selfish”, and you know he aches to please you and make you feel good so the idea that he was being selfish would just ruin him. i think he’d want to make it up to you so badly that he’d let you put one on him immediately. he’d definitely have so many questions though because of how curious he is: “will it hurt?” “how does this work exactly?” “do i have to keep it on the whole time” “are you sure this isn’t dangerous?”. once you get started he’d just be an absolute mess “p-please, i-i need to cum” “i can’t take it” “please, please, please, i need it” it’s such an unfamiliar and overwhelming feeling because of how easily he cums on the regular, it would just turn him into an absolute whiny mess. you’d have to be all “cmon ernst, don’t u wanna make me feel good? this is for me remember?” and he’d nod his head with a few sniffles, determined to please you and suffer through so you can finish.

father anthony i think would be positive that he could handle it, if not a little nervous, because he’s done the whole abstinent thing and he likes pleasing you. he’s used to this kind of thing, he’s got it under control, but after awhile he’ll start panting and groaning and stuttering out small pleas for you to let him cum, to have mercy on him.

luke absolutely could not handle it. i don’t think he’d be into the idea at first, but the second he gets the feeling that you’re doubting his ability to actually do it, he’ll be all “i’ll show you!” and make you do it right then and there. it would only take a few minutes for him to realize he’s made a mistake and he’d be loosing his mind begging for you to let him finish. “come on, babe, t-this is silly. j-just let me cum. i’ve humored you enough, h-haven’t i? please…i-i need it. i need it. babe, please, please.”

simon….oh simon…similar to luke, i don’t think he’d want to until he started to feel doubted in his abilities. he’d want to prove himself so badly to you, but he’d just crumble so quickly. i can imagine him trying to keep a straight face, clenching his jaw, pretending that hes not about to go insane until you clench around him/brush against his prostate & that’s when he looses it.

rob…im laughing mischievously. he’d be all “oh you wanna put ring on me, do you, princess? wanna see daddy struggle and beg for you? well alright, we can try, but don’t get your hopes up” imagine him laying back against the pillows with his hands crossed underneath his head, smirking at you all cocky as you bounce on him, ring on snuggly. to his credit, i think he’d go strong for a good while, but the longer everything goes on you can see his smirk faltering and his eyebrows furrow. he’s starting to get a little frustrated, but he doesn’t want you to know that, so he’d be all “alright, princess, haven’t you had enough fun? cmon, l-let daddy go.” but you’d just keep going until he finally started pleading, forcing down his pride because you’ve been at this for almost an hour now and he’s so wound up and sore. when you finally let him go and take off the ring he’d tackle you to the bed and slam into you at an unforgiving pace before releasing inside you and there’d be *so much* from how long he’s had to hold it.

charlie and hook, similar to rob, would be all cocky about it and swear up and down you couldn’t even make them break a sweat. they’d love watching you bounce on them, but ohhhh how that confident exterior would break. charlie doesn’t like having to hold it in cuz he just loves cumming all over you, so the fact he can feel himself right at the edge, unable to fall over and paint you with it would make him so mad. hook would grit his teeth and snarl at you like an angry dog, breath coming out in ragged huffs as he tries to keep it together…just cussing and loosing his mind, getting angrier and angrier.

nikolai is such a freak i think he’d love the idea of testing his limits, but i imagine he’s such a hedonist that after awhile he’d just wanna cum so badly and when you aren’t letting him he’d snap at you with his fangs.

SEB. seb would maybe laugh at the idea at first and be all “what? why would you wanna do that?” but once he agrees i don’t think it would take long for him to start whining. i can just imagine his brows furrowed as he looks down at the ring around his cock while inside you, his lips forming into a pout. and you just know he cums sooooooooo much so he’d be so backed up and start biting his lip. “please, please, can i—can i take it off? please. please let me. p-please.” hair falling all in his face, sticking to his sweaty forehead because of how much he’s exerting himself. i think he might even start crying after a certain point, he just can’t handle it any longer :(

woooo sorry that was a lot but i can’t help it, i’ve had many thoughts about these characters for so long and i finally have someone to tell them to.

im half awake rn im drooling over this this shld have been answered a long time ago im sorry

i have nothing to add this is literally perfect

now im thinking abt robs huge balls;(

[paging-possum]

Milwaukees your protocol

I spent so much time this week being like “ohhhh god I haven’t been working on my comic at all this week, where are the pictures” as if I haven’t been plugging away at the script nonstop. Everyday I wake up and I start writing and then I realize what I’m writing is really weak and then I start rewriting BUT the outline is fairly solid and I’m maybe ⅓ of the way through writing. This will get done and it will be interesting (affirmation) (prayer). 

As previously mentioned, I don't have that much art this week because writing, but I did decide that the characters in this one are going to all get fun unique little outfits because I ADORE putting those together! It’s like designing someone’s room, but you get to see it way more often in the story! Lyssa’s room will show up though, nobody worry, you WILL get to see her space at some point. While doing that I did realize that my roommate and I dress like Lyssa and Terry respectively which is humbling on my behalf but at least I’m in control of his outfits. And speaking of my roommate, the reason I don’t have more characters drawn is because I was going to do that last night but we ended up going through all her dating apps so I could have opinions about all the people she’s talking to and it was a BLAST. It also took 3 hours. But that's what my 14 hours on a bus this week are going to be for (lying to myself) (I will fall asleep immediately).

Of course he has blue hair and pronouns. Other projects this week! I'm drawing lots of cities so I'm doing lots of city studies! They’re very fun and VERY useful for some current things I'm working on >:] I’m hoping to do more when I go home for break this week and am no longer stuck on campus, but for now I’m working off photos my sister sends me since she lives somewhere way more visually interesting than I do. 

On the homework front, I made some very cool things this week! I had to make a piece using a rubber duck in ‘an atypical way’ and ended up making a comic I’m really happy with, but it also has a nonzero amount of me bitching about my old friend group being so obsessed with boys so I can’t really post it. But I can post some of it!

WHAT AM I LISTENING TO THIS WEEK:

Riverdale. Yes it’s a show, yes it’s still been such a core part of this week’s creative process that I just have to put it down. I’m finally getting to season 7 and GOD I love Riverdale everyone watch Riverdale so you can finally understand the triumphs and defeats the epic highs and lows of high school football. 

Too Polite to Fight by Autoheart

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley

Archie’s All American from the hit CW drama Riverdale

Also another blatant plug for my friend who introduced me to devlogs in the first place- she does a radio show on Wednesdays that I always listen to (it’s been running for two weeks but it’s just that good) (if friends or mutuals want to know when/where to listen you can message me and ask) Anyways, she posts the playlists on Spotify afterwards, here’s this weeks if anyone wants to hear it and future sets! a