#or wear matching headbands idk

[neverendingford]

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[satorusugurugurl]

My Little Milk Cow

Summary: You and Satoru go to a Halloween party at a local bar with some friends. Only to get a little too into character~!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, role-play, breeding kink, nipple play, sex, unprotected sex, creampie, (a little animal play idk guys)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Kinktober day four: Dress Up: Cowboy!Gojo! God to be on his farm! 😩🩵

“Oh my god.” Utahime laughed out loud as she took one look at your costume.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with her as Shoko wrapped her arm around Utahime, her eyes glancing you over with a roll of her eyes. “Not you too, Sho!”

“Sorry, you just look—udderly ridiculous.”

“I couldn't agree more. Oh, by the way, someone was looking for you earlier.” Utahime sipped on her beer. “His name was Old McDonald.”

“Oh yeah, he has a farm!”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight cow print top. “Hardy-har bitches.” They could tease you all they wanted, but you felt so confident in yourself. You were wearing a spaghetti strap form-fitting cow print top and matching pants. The horn headband matched your makeup, and you wrapped a finger around the tail attached to your pants. You, indeed, were as cute as a button.

“Why? Just why?”

“I wanted to match with Toru. It's a couples costume!”

“Why is he? A bull?”

“Oh Utahime~ you really lack imagination, don't you?”

That cocky voice belonged to none other than your boyfriend. A boyfriend you were having a hard time looking at this evening. And no, it wasn’t because he looked like a dork in his costume. It was the complete opposite. He looked too good in his costume.

Tight denim jeans hugged his long, lanky legs, which were tight enough to see the bulge in his pants. He wore a turquoise cowboy belt adorned with silver. Your eyes trail further up along the dark navy blue and black plaid shirt he is wearing, three buttons undone, giving you the perfect view of his collarbone while the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his toned, veiny forearms.

His outfit was perfect when it came to his body. But holy fuck, looking past his neck had you biting your lip and clawing at the floor to stop yourself from jumping on top of him. He smiled, his pretty lips curling up and showing off his dimple. All the while motherfucker tipped his black cowboy hat forward, blindfold, securely in place, hiding his beautiful eyes from the world. Not to mention, his ass was perfect, plump biteable perfection! Satoru was so good-looking all the time. But tonight, he looked like a whole-ass feast. You couldn’t believe that this man, who looked like he was hand-picked to be in the newest Western film in Hollywood, was your boyfriend.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Gojo!”

“Yikes~ sorry!” he draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close flush against the side of his body. “But what do you think? I’m a cowboy, and she’s my little milk cow~”

“Milk cow?” Shoko snorted, returning her attention to the bar and signaling the bartender to refill her shot glass. Just as she turned back, Satoru quickly looked around before reaching around your body and grabbing both your breasts that were straining against your shirt, giving them a firm squeeze.

The most embarrassing sound left your lips before Satoru could open his mouth to joke around. You moaned out loud in the middle of a busy bar. Shoko choked on her shot, alcohol spurting out of her nose. Utahime gave you a look that was plump and full of judgment. Denial settled in your stomach like a large meal as Satoru hummed incredulously behind you.

You struggled to find the words to justify the sound that left your mouth. But there was no coming back from that. From those sounds that left your mouth. All you could do was look away as Satoru’s warm hands released their hold on your breasts, slowly grazing your skin as he moved them to grab your upper arms. Your bottom lip quivered as his fingers slowly slid up and down your arms, teasing your pretty skin as he inched closer to your ear.

“Ooh, my little cow seems like she's sensitive here.” His knuckles barely grazed over your chest. “Need me to milk you~?” from the twitching bulge pressing against your ass, you knew what he meant. And you weren't doing any better with the wet, slick coating the inside of your panties.

“Yes, please.”

The drive back to Gojo’s estate was full of heavy petting and kissing. You were practically waiting each other up, barely making it inside of the house as Gojo pinned you up against the wall growling against your swollen lips. You were dizzy, as he pressed his knee between your legs bringing it up to grind against your throbbing core. Your body was on fire, every touch ignited more need in you. Especially when his hands found your breasts again.

"Oh, baby. You're getting full, aren't you?" He purred, moving a hand up to his head to slick back his long, white fluffy hair. "I can take care of that for you. I think my way would make it feel better."

"It would?" You asked, whimpering softly.

Gojo nodded before he bent down, setting his broad shoulderto your waist, lifting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom. "I'll fix it, baby~" You whined, thinking about the sweet pleasure that was going to come to you soon.

"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart." He gently put you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you. "I'm going to make it all okay, baby." Toru pulled your top up and over your head, growling at the large black bra that squeezed your tits. "Oh fucking Christ.”

You looked at your breasts. "It’s a push-up bra." You said, tossing your head back. They jiggled. “I really feel like I'm a cow."

They were so sensitive, and with each jiggle, your hardened nipples brushed over the fabric of the bra, making you shiver. All of this was because of Satoru. Damn him and his devilishly good looks!

Gojo growled at the sight of your pretty tits as he pulled your bra down. "Oh? You are my little milk cow, huh? Don't worry, baby, I'll drink all that milk for you." He smirked as he grabbed both of your tits, pressing them to his face and licking at your hardened nipples.

God, you tasted so good, it was almost criminal. Your sweat, the smell of your body wash, and your natural taste had Gojo feeling drunk even without drinking a drop of alcohol. He groaned. He was swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds, thinking about how good your milk would taste if you were pregnant. Maybe he should knock you up for real, make you his little milk cow.

You gasped, feeling his tongue working extra hard against your nipples. It was as if he was genuinely working to draw out nonexistent milk, wishing it would coat his tongue. God, he looked so good, blindfold still covering his eyes as he feasted on your breasts. He really looked like a cowboy. He was acting like one, too, raw, honest, and massaging you as if he truly wanted to milk you against his tongue.

You were losing yourself, getting caught up in the fantasy, so you blurted out the only thing your mind could think of.

"M-Moo!" You shouted out loud before seizing up, hesitating for a brief moment as your cry registered to your ears. God, what were you thinking? Did that seriously just come out of your mouth?!

Satoru had paused completely, looking up at you in shock, lips still sealed around one of your nipples for a split second. After that initial shock passed, he reached up. You watched as his long finger hooked under his blindfold, tugging it down, revealing dark, lust-filled eyes. The crystalline cerulean blue orbs fluttered back as he let out a groan you’d never heard before—a groan of pure, unadulterated need.

"Fuck!" He didn't know if he had ever been that hard in his life. His cock strained hard against his pants as he pressed you down against the bed, sucking desperately at your tits like a starved man at his last

"M-Mhmm!" You moaned in pleasure and relief. The more he sucked, the less pressure you felt. "T-Toru, so good, baby.”

Satoru groaned as he sucked harder, tasting how sweet you were. "Fuck, I could cum just from this."

"Mhmm, don’t cum too soon." You said, biting your lip and tugging it between your teeth. "I want to cum with you.”

Toru smirked down at you when he squeezed your tots like he had back at the bar. Imagining them being swollen with milk, god he needed to breed you. "Want me to make you feel even better, little cow?” You groaned, running the pale of your hands down his shirt, your fingers grazing over the material seductively.

"Yes, please, Master.” You cooed, sliding your hands down further, cupping his hard cock. "Will you give me your milk now?"

Gojo hissed in pleasure, pushing you into the mattress as he ground his hips down against yours. "Inside your pussy, Sweetheart? I'll give you a baby if you want. Then I could drink your milk."

Hearing him say that had you shivering at the idea of him breeding you and knocking you up. Fuck why did that sound so good?

"Yes! Fuck I want Toru!" You said, watching him grind against you. "Fuck, I want to have your babies!”

“Ask me then.” He reached down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the almost too-tight blue jeans. “Ask me to breed you.”

“P-Please! Please breed me!”

Satoru couldn't hold back; he roared in need, ripping both your clothes off before flipping you over and mounting you. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Sweetheart.” He rubbed his tip against your already wet entrance.

"Good," You mewled out, grinding back against him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

With another growl, Toru hissed as he forced his cock fully inside your tight wet pussy. "Nnngh!!" You threw your head back. “Fuck! Fuck you’re so wet and tight?!” He whispered in disbelief at the feeling of how wet you were.

"A-Ah of my god, fuck!" You gripped the sheets, nearly cumming already.

“Heh~ I’m so good I’ve rendered you speechless?” Satoru questioned, holding your hips tight before beginning to slam into you. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Oh god, Toru," You said, looking back at your boyfriend. The smell of clean linen and musk had you craving more of him. You wanted everything he had to offer you. "Fucking breed me, baby."

Toru's eyes snapped open at your request. Hearing such dirty words combined with his already throbbing cock. Had him on edge already. He growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and making you gasp as he slammed into you with all of his might. The headboard slammed against the wall as he slammed in and out, in and out of your pussy. The wet, squelching sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom as he lost complete and total control over himself.

He needed to breed you. To knock you up. Fuck he needed it and wanted it. Those thoughts, the raw, primal, animalistic need to procreate with you, pushed him further. In that moment, with his cock slamming in and out of you, as you screamed, eyes rolling back, hands gripping the sheets. Satoru reached around, finding your breasts. He squeezed them, pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“T-Toru!” He watched as one hand released your grip on the sheets, darting between your legs and rubbing your clit as you approached your orgasm. “C-Cu—” Your words were cut off by a scream as your walls clamped down on his cock mid-thrust as you came.

“Nnngh!” Gojo clenched his teeth in a loud but surprised whine as he came hard inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. "Fuck!! S-Sweetie! Fuck ooooh~!! Fuuck!!"

You whimpered, moaning as you slowly came down from your orgasm. You were giggling as he kissed up your neck with a growl as he rolled you over, pressing you flat against his chest. Panting roughly, you looked up at his flushed face. "Wow, someone was pent up, weren't they.” You questioned, only to receive a smack on your ass, drawing out a squeak from you.

"Fuck you got me cumming like a fucking teenager."

Gojo groaned, his head falling to rest against the pillows as he wetted his lips. “It’s all your fault moaning like that in the bar.”

“Oooh, right, so sorry, my boyfriend is super fucking hot.”

“Ooh, I’m ‘super fucking hot’?”

“Yeah, the hottest cowboy I’ve ever seen,” Gojo whined as you slowly pushed yourself up, rolling your hips against him, watching his abdominal muscles twitch as his hands rested on your hips. “So hot~ I think I’m going to take him for a ride.”

“Well, by all means.” He reached for the nightstand, grabbing the hand he had been wearing earlier off of it. He plopped it down on your head before placing his hands under his head with a drunken smirk. “Giddy-up cowgirl.”

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[cryptic--writing]

maybe for kinktober jamie with a virgin reader and he’s trying so hard to hold back and be all gentle for her even though he’s so used to being all rough and stuff with his previous gfs and groupies

also idk why but in my head this is going on on halloween n she’s dressed up like an angel which just sends him over the edge cause she just looks so sweet n innocent ☺️☺️

hihi!! happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!

gonna rush this rant bc Tumblr hates me smh but I changed it up a little bit so its still sweet and stuufff

word count: 3393

warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of achohol/drug use, loss of virginity, kinda confusing bc I wrote it over a course of days but yah

ALL HALLOWS EVE (1989)

I sat at the vanity in my own little apartment, carefully applying my makeup and eyeshadow, all to compliment my gorgeous angel costume I'd be wearing tonight. It was all nice and white with some faux feathers on the skirt on the top of the bodice like top. The skirt went right above my knees, the fabric sparkly and soft. I even had a little angel halo headband and some fake wings. I'd wear a matching pair of white heels to go with the whole look. My makeup was simple, though glittery and pastel. When I was done, I looked like a literal angel. The only thing missing was my other half, James. Even though I consistently pleaded for him to dress up and match with me, he refused, saying he was scary enough going as himself. That disappointed me, sure, but at least I'd still be going out with him.

The thing that disappointed me the most, was this party he was dragging me to. Well, disappointed isn't the right word. I've gone to many parties with James before, but I rarely have fun with them as he goes and drinks with his buddies and I have to just listen to them all talk, the only attention I receive being a  hand on my thigh or his arm on my waist. I hoped tonight would be different, with the halloween spirit maybe adding to the atmosphere this time. I was cut out of my thinking when I heard a familiar knock on my front door, meaning Jasmes was here and ready to pick me up. I grabbed my purse and quickly scurried to the door, opening it to see my gorgeous blonde.

“Jamie!” I smiled excitedly, wrapping my arms around him before pulling back to see a stunned expression from him. This worried me slightly. 

“What's wrong? Do you not like my costume?” I putted slightly, not wanting to disappoint him.

James slowly shook his head no, his eyes still blown wid, “No ,no, it's not that.. You're just.. You're stunning like that, the guys are gonna be all over you…” Hemumbled in slight disbelief, still taking in my perfect costume.

I smiled again, “Thanks! Let's start heading to the party,” I thanked him and suggested, and soon we walked out to his old car, getting in and driving to the house of one of his music friends. I'm not sure if it was another band, a record label person, or a manager, but they were rich. Rich rich. A giant mansion with a gate in front of it is what greeted us as we pulled up in front of the extravagant house, decorated with lights and with music blaring inside so loud you could hear it from out here. The collective cheers and laughs of people outside and inside were also prominent, the noise all quiet overwhelming.

We got out of the car, James quickly came to my side to snake his arm around my waist and hold me near, to ensure I wouldn't get separated or lost in the crowded home. We managed to navigate our way through the groups of people as we walked in, the building reeking of booze and smoke. Eventually James found some guys he knew from ‘way back’. I just did the usual, sitting there and looking pretty as he caught up with his old pals. I looked around the place, seeing different collectives of people engaging in different activities. Some were dressed up for Halloween, others weren't. Some were drunk as hell, some were still slightly sober. If they weren't drunk, they were high. Or getting high, watching people snort coke and smoke weed. I disliked these parties, so much. Not only were they boring, I always thought of them as somewhat dangerous. I knew these activities came with rockstar life, but I never liked seeing James indulge in them. 

I was snapped back to reality as James called my name, his friends asking me a question, which I reluctantly answered. I also found that I didn't really like any of his friends outside of the band. I loved Jason and we had grown close since his three year journey with the band. Of course I got along well with Kirk and Lars, too. I wondered if the rest of the band was here too.

“Jamie, are the other guys here too?” I asked, looking up at his blue eyes that finally met mine after finishing his conversation.

“Uhm, I'm not sure. I don't think so, Kirk is doing his own thing and I have no idea what Jason and Lars are up to,” He quickly responded to me before returning his attention back to his friends.

Great, now I was truly stuck here. I loved being around James, but his friends were the most boring guys. Well, I wouldn't say boring. They partied a lot, and did a lot. They were just not the type of people I wouldn't wanna be around.

After what felt like an eternity, James finally parted ways with his old friends, focussing his attention on me. Tonight felt different. Aside from the whole halloween thing. James seemed different tonight. Ever since he had picked me up, he had been acting differently. More touchy. His hand rubbed up and down my side instead of his arm just resting around my waist. I didn't think much of it though, as it didn't seem like much.

The second those guys were gone, his eyes were glued to me.

“Is something on your mind Jamie? You've been acting funny all night..” I used the pet name for the millionth time tonight, my favorite thing to call him.

James shrugged, “No, you're just really pretty tonight.. I'd rather just spend the rest of the night with you.. Alone..” He whispered the last part, but I didn't catch his meaning. AAll I knew is that meant I would get to leave this party and be alone with James. The only thing I have wanted all day.

“Sure! Lets head back to my place,” I responded with excitement, and James seemed more cheerful. We walked hand in hand back to his car, driving the distance back to my apartment.

The whole drive his hand was on my thigh, which was not unusual, but again, something felt different this time. I felt little butterflies flapping around in me at his more tight touch. I didn't think about it too much, since it didn't seem like much more than my boyfriend being affectionate towards me.

When we got home, he rushed us inside. Once the door was shut, he kissed me instantly. I giggled and kissed him back.

“What's that for?” I teased, but also confused why he couldn't wait for us to even sit down. 

“Just like you a lot..” He answered, kissing me again.

“Jamie, stop, you're smearing my lip gloss!” I giggled again, trying to push him back, and in which he started laughing too.

James stepped back, still laughing slightly. “Ok, o, sorry, didn't mean to. Let's sit down, yeah?” He responded, and soon we were on the couch next to each other watching a scary halloween movie. He had his arm strung around my shoulder as I leaned against him, placing my legs in his lap, keeping us close and comfy together.

We stayed like that for awhile, until I jumped at one of the jumpscares in the movie, causing me to flinch a bit. That's when I felt something. Something poked my leg lightly, and it was  coming from James.

“Jamie, what's poking me?” I questioned him, genuinely confused.

James’ face instantly flushed, his eyes avoiding mine. “It's nothing, baby, dont worry about it.. “ He mumbled in response and pushed my legs off of him.

I was even more confused at his new behavior, “James, what's going on? Is something wrong? ARe you hurt?” I began to worry, maybe he was hiding something from me..

James just sighed, “I don't wanna force you into anything you're not ready for..” He mumbled in response, clearly embarrassed.

This confused me even more. What could he be forcing me into? “Jamie, tell me please.. You're worrying me…” I pleaded with him.

This time he just shrugged, “It's just… you're dressed like that… all pretty and shit.. And you're legs on my lap.. It.. uhm..” James searched for the right words, “It, it turns me on..” He finally admitted. Though, it didn't help much as the term was foreign to me.

“What do you mean it turns you on?” I asked.

“Uhm… it makes me want to… yknow.. Have.. have sex with you.” He muttered in a final answer, and things slowly and somewhat clicked in my brain.

“Oh..” I responded as I tried to understand it all.

“I'm sorry, it's stupid, I shouldn't have said anything, ok? Maybe I should just go.” James responded in a rushed manner, starting to stand up and head for the door.

“Wait, no, stop, why are you leaving?” I quickly questioned, following after him and grabbing him by the wrist so he couldn't go further.

“Home, I made you uncomfortable clearly, and I know that's something you wanna wait on…” He mumbled in a guilty tone, as he truly idd feel remorse for his desire.

“No, Jamie, stay, please?” I asked him, and his eyes still refused to meet mine. “I think I am ready…” I whispered softly into his ear and kissed his cheek, which seemed to set off some alarm in his brain.

“Are you sure? I mean, would you have even suggested that if I didn't like.. Force you into it..? Baby, we really don't have to…” He mumbled again, still feeling guilty.

“I am sure, I was planning on it tonight anyway…” I responded softly. I don't even know if that's true. I wasn't sure about an exact day, but all I knew was soon, and with James.

His eyes slowly met mine, “Are you like, serious? I'm serious, if you don't want to-” I quickly cut him off with a kiss, and that seemed to answer his questions. Slowly he walked me to the bedroom, with him taking the lead and me walking backwards with how he pushed me. I felt his tongue slip in my mouth and things quickly grew more passionate as I opened the bedroom door handle, allowing us inside as he kicked it closed it with his foot, pushing me down on the bed, climbing on top of me, his lips still on mine.

James pulled away from me slowly, his eyes on mine as he slowly removed his shirt before reaching down to help undo and remove my top, leaving me in a white lacy bra as his hands trailed down to my skirt, pulling it down to reveal a matching pair of panties with a slight wet spot on it from my own growing arousal. 

James looked like he would stop functioning, his pupils blown wide as he stared at my heavily revealed form. It made me embarrassed, like I wanted to cover myself up. My cheeks flushed and I tried to look at anything besides James.

“Baby, is there something wrong?” His voice was soft and comforting, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek gently.

“No, nothing wrong,” I quickly answered, “Just… nervous.. That's all..” I answered in a shy tone.

James grabbed both sides of my head so I could look at him, staring into his soft blue eyes I had grown to love. “Ill be gentle, ok? And if you wanna stop, just tell me, we'll go at your pace.” James gently reassured me, and I found comfort in his words as I slowly nodded, and he began to unclasp my bra with ease, sliding it down my shoulders to reveal my bare breasts, my nipples hardening with the cool air of the room.

“Fuck, youre gorgeous, love..” He murmured in amazement, his rough hands gently coughing the soft skin, his thumbs gently grazing my nipples, eliciting a whine from me at the new sensation of pleasure. Before long he wrapped his lips around the pink bud, sucking lightly on the skin which made me moan, arching into his touch as his tongue swirled  around it.

James pulled away with a pop, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach until he reached the waistband of panties, which he removed with his teeth, pulling them down and lifting up my hips, leaving me completely naked and revealed to him. His eyes immediately landed on my damp folds, taking his finger and swiping it through my slit, which caused me to gasp softly at the contact. 

“So pretty…” He cooed, his finger collected my wetness and juices, gently pushing his finger inside me, letting out a moan at the sensations.

“Oh!” I moaned out at the stretch, and he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of my tight walls before adding a second finger, stretching me further as he prepared me for his cock.

“Holy shit, you're tight as hell…” James mumbled in astonishment, working his fingers in and out of my hole a little faster, building a pace that had me already writhing in pleasure. 

It wasn't long before I could feel myself clamping down on his fingers, a new heat pooling in my lower belly. “Jamie! Feel.. feels funny..!” I moaned, and James kissed my clit.

“Cum for me baby,” He encouraged, and I did just that, gushing and spasming around his fingers, my first orgasm hitting me like a truck, my mouth agape in a moan.

“Fuck baby, that was perfect..” James praised, slowly retracting his fingers, now glistening with my juices which he sucked off.

“Is that it…? I want more…” I mumbled softly, disappointed if this was the end.

James just chuckled, “No, were nowhere near done..” He purred, slipping down his pants to leave himself in just his boxers, which his erection strained against. He removed those as well, now his bare, large cock standing proudly between us, the tip red and dripping. Oh my God. There is no way that is fitting in me.

My eyes went wide with fear but also surprise. It just looked painful, watching him stroke himself a few times before lining up with my entrance.

James could notice the worry in my expression, my brows furrowed with concern. “Something wrong baby? You want me to wait a bit?” He asked softly, gently rubbing my sides as his eyes searched mine for any other signs of hesitation.

“I'm scared, what if it hurts..?” I questioned, my eyes still refusing to meet his.

“It might hurt a bit at thestar, but it'll all go away because you'll feel so good..” He reassured me.

I nodded slowly, my eyes meeting his finally as I assured him I was ready. With that, he slowly pushed into me, inch by inch as I squirmed and whined at the uncomfortable sensation of being stuffed. James kept going slowly until he reached the hilt, bottoming out completely. He stilled inside me, allowing me to stretch and adjust to accommodate him. His hand gently caressed my cheek to provide some comfort.

“Move… Please..” I whispered softly, needing more friction. James hesitated but began to thrust, slowly and gently to not hurt me. I moaned softly with every loving movement of his hips, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, youre so tight…” He purred, slowly building a pace as my moans grew in frequency and pitch. I could feel every part of him, his veins and ridges rubbing against my inner walls, my senses highetning along with my pleasure. 

After some time, he was ramming into me, hard and fast, yet with a firm gentleness. James hands were resting under my breasts, holding onto my torso as he watched them bounce from the impact. Tears were forming in my eyes in both pleasure and pain, and soon a  new pleasure was found. James moved one of his hands from my chest down to my clit, rubbing softly yet fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan even louder.

“Oh my God!” I called out, my back arching in pleasure from the newfound stimulation that made me see stars. The combination of hickok thrusting into me and his hand on my clit , I thought I would explode. I could die happily right now, with the man I love most giving me the best things I've ever felt in my life. Soon thongs were growing to be too much, and I could feel James twitching inside me as his thrust started to lose rhythm, groaning and panting softly as he plowed into me.

“Jamie, I think Im gonna..” I moaned, sensing another release creeping up on me. My walls were fluttering around his length, clamping down tighter and tighter than they already were.

“Fuck! Cum for me, baby….” He murmured in my ear, leaning down to press a searing kiss to my lips, my second orgasm crashing down on me as I moaned into his mouth, feeling him release at the same time as me, his warm white seed spilling into me and filling me to the brim. 

Our sweat foreheads clung together as we both tried to catch our breath, James pulling away from the kiss slowly as our eyes met again.

“You alright? Was it too much?” He was very out of breath, his word\s coming out in pants.

Was I alright? Hell, I had never felt better. Sure, I was a little sore, but I was basking in the afterglow of it all, my pleasure still waving and casting a blanket of comfort over me. I nodded, “Yeah, I'm fine… just a little sore..” I responded, my eyes holding his ice ones. 

“Good, I'm glad..” He responded, kissing me on the cheek gently before pulling out, the new empty feeling causing me to whine softly.

“I'll be back in a second, just gonna help clean us up, alright?” James informed me, and I gave him a silent nod as he went off into my bathroom, scrambling for a wash cloth and putting warm water on it. Soon he returned, nestling between my legs as he delicately cleaned my most sensitive parts. After he was done, he put back the wash cloth before helping me get under the covers and snuggling up next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me as he kissed the top of my head.

“You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you,” He praised, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck. All I could respond with was a contended hum before drifting asleep in his ars, feeling purely content and at peace.

[laura1633]

Your Charles in Max's lap is so cuteeeeee! 🥹 sometimes I can't help thinking that Jimmy and Sassy might think Charles is their fellow feline because all of them have brown fluffy hair/fur and green eyes but idk whether Jimmy and Sassy will love or hate Charles. Love him because he's our fellows! Or hate him because why daddy let that big kitty sleeps on his bed and eats human food! Or even pity him because why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much ;(

Since Charles just wanna be in Max's lap as much as his cats, I'd love to read Charles with cat ear headband that makes Max thinks that, for the first time in his life, he wanna fuck a kitty. His kitty. If you're okay with that ofc 🥹

Ahhh anon I am so sorry for the delay in responding but I hope you see this because this made me laugh and smile like crazy - I think I read the line ‘why daddy makes Charlie whine and scream so much’ like a million times!!’ honestly it was the highlight of my whole week!

To be honest I wasn’t sure how to write this one at all but I have given it a go because your message made me smile so much. It's only short but drabble below

“What are you wearing?” Max studies Charles curiously. 

“You don’t like them?” Charles grins and re-adjusts the little kitten ear headband he picked up at the store. It really was too cute to leave behind especially because Max is always calling him his third kitty. Charles didn’t understand the comparison at first but the more time he spends in Max’s apartment the more he realises that there are some striking similarities between himself and the home’s other resident felines. Charles sometimes makes a soft little happy rumbling sound similar to a purr and he is  constantly clambering on top of his boyfriend desperate for attention. Plus as much as Charles would like to deny it he does get awfully whiny when he is hungry. He’s come to accept that he is rather cat like, in fact it’s probably the reason Max loves him so much. 

“They’re cute” Max laughs, Charles actually looks rather adorable with the tiny little ears perched on top of his fluffy hair and his big beautiful eyes staring excitedly.

The Dutchman watches in fascination as his boyfriend sets the shopping bags down and then gets on to his hands and knees. 

“What are you…? “ Max’s words trail off and his brain short circuits momentarily as Charles starts slowly crawling towards him seductively, his movements almost cat-like in their elegance. 

“Don’t you want to pet me?” Charles teases as he climbs up on to his boyfriend’s lap and starts head butting and nuzzling against his neck. It’s meant to be a joke except Charles feels Max shift beneath him and realises his boyfriend is getting turned on. The Monegasque flicks out his tongue and laps up Max’s neck before going in with some smaller kitten licks.

“Charles” Max’s breath shudders out of him as he feels a warm tongue behind his ear, “I …” 

“You going to make me purr?” Charles coos. For a joke purchase the little headband is working wonders on Max, Charles is half inclined to go back and get the tail to match.

“Baby I …” Max groans as Charles grinds down against him, “You look good”

“You want to play with your kitty?” Charles’ heart pounds against his ribcage as he feels Max getting harder beneath him. The Dutchman is also breathing much heavier now, his ragged inhales and exhales making his chest swell over and over. 

“Yes” Max admits as he grips his hands into Charles’ waist. He’s got no idea why it’s turning him on so much but he’s chasing out Charles’ lips and kissing him desperately. 

Charles gives him what he wants at first. Kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm but as the Monegasque  pulls away and starts to tease Max gets to his feet and hauls Charles up in his arms - it's pretty much what he would do with any misbehaving cat, except he has rather different intentions towards this particularly kitty. 

Charles squeals as Max carries him through to the bedroom and places him down on the bed. The Monegasque lifts his hips and lets his boyfriend rip him out of his clothes, everything except for the headband of course. 

“You’re so pretty” Max hums as he strokes his hands over Charles’ body and smiles at how cute his boyfriend looks all rosy faced and with two little pointy cat ears. Charles mewls at the touch and pulls Max back down over him, this time nipping and nosing up his boyfriend’s neck as he gets impatient for more. 

Max laughs against him but gives up control almost instantly and starts to open Charles up, pressing his fingers into his boyfriend until he is stretched out nicely. It doesn’t really take too long, it’s offseason so they’ve been pretty much at it all hours of they day. Charles finds it a lot more fun to bottom when he knows he hasn’t got to jump straight in an F1 car afterwards. 

“Please - “ the Monegasque keens and starts pawing at his boyfriend once he’s ready, his little grabby hands reaching out over and over and trying to divert attention to where he wants it next. 

“My pretty little kitty” Max hums as he leans in and peppers Charles’ jaw with kisses. The Monegasque spreads his legs wide so Max can line up easily but as Max pushes in Charles hisses loudly. 

The initial stretch is worth it though and Charles’ hissing soon melts into happy little whimpers and whines as Max starts fucking him. It’s slow at first, gentle, almost reverent. Max’s hands skate over Charles’ body and stroke through his hair. 

As Charles gets more desperate he starts arching his back and scratching down his boyfriend’s body, his nails leaving red marks against the skin. Max seems to get the hint though, the Dutchman doing exactly as told and picking up the pace until they are both moaning against each other. 

Max mouths at Charles’ neck and thrusts deep inside him as he comes, the Dutchman groaning loudly and desperately reaching out to stroke Charles to orgasm second later. 

“Fuck, that was…” Max eases himself of out Charles and drops down on to the bed next to him, “Different. That was different” 

Charles can’t help but giggle, he thought his latest purchase would get him a round of laughter not Max heatedly ripping his clothes off of him. The Monegasque keeps his little ears on as he does the other very cat like thing he likes to do and curls his body around his boyfriend so they can take a little cat nap together. 

[smrtnik07]

librarians redesigned!!! by me!!! :)

the designs are free to use, i used this as a character design exercise for myself while recovering from carpal tunnel issues! read more for all the individual designs + me ranting :*

first off roland!! i included an angelica in here, i designed her before him, shes very triangular to me.. maybe a bit more messed up than roland tells us about, he is a biased narrator afterall. anyways i wanted his design to match hers nicely, so hes like a rounded square type of guy... i think projmoon designed him to be Just A Guy intentionally, so i played into it. overall the least interesting design of the bunch imo. its on purpose :)

angela !!! my baby :) an important thing here is her bangs. i dont want her hair to be able to recover from however many years she spent with the hard middle part in lobcorp, i think its cute to incorporate it still. swoopy, fluffy hair for her! and the clothes are just a bit more casual idk the librarian uniforms were kinda boring and stiff to me, as much as it does go with her character.. if u wanna be human u gotta experience the joy of sweatpants or whatever. also i didnt add color but i dont want her to be fully white<3 or fully clear skinned.. give her sunspots on her face. she finally gets to experience sun. :)

guess ill go in order of appearance lol. malkuth! whats the headband for if it doesnt keep anything out of her face!! since shes a bit more active than some of her colleagues, i also gave her a ponytail(its also for the silhouette...) also gave her some chubbier thighs.. also maybe a butler-esque coat, at least to me; i just made it a bit more form fitting than the original. playing into her personality or whatever. shes cute.. remember to take deep breaths!!

yesod!! i want to play into the skin issues a bit more, i still removed his gloves but i gave him a poncho, not just for the square silhouette im trying to build but for more coverage. also emo hair over eyes was funny. also wide flare pants for you, boy. just very square and put together in general

hod! this ones my favorite (i even cared enough to give her a pattern on that skirt!!) it was kinda bugging me how in the artbook i couldnt tell who was writing because hod's, malkuth's, and tiphereth's colors are so similar. so hod is pink now, and malkuth a bit more orange. i kinda went for a romantic poet thing here, dunno how much that worked out, but i think out of everyone you can tell shes the literature girl. gave her pigtails !! theyre cute :> also since i removed the coat decoration off of angela, i gave part of it to hod in the bottom of her coat :). cute and round!

netzach is a very strange man to me.. ellipse shape and loose fitting clothes for u. if i saw him irl i wouldnt approach him. not to say i dont like him as a character, i love him, but i want him to look like a depressed guy who would pick up art as a hobby to distract himself and it works. bro is just surviving out there. also gave him comfy clothes to make the surviving easier, down to the shoes and wide, id assume non-denim pants - maybe cotton? maybe sweatpants that dont fit around the ankle? who knows.

tiphereth!! since she's like the teen girl of the group i gave her a skater dress, converse, and a tied coat around her waist.. like how i used to wear as a teen when i was being a hater and recovering from a death in the family that changed my entire life (im still a teen ... 9 more days till im 20 as of posting this). also gave her fishnets i think she would like that. i imagine she would get headaches bc of those dumb braids on her head<3 or maybe bc her coworkers are kinda dumb<3

gebura :) round face, reverse triangle shaped body.. like a true butch lesbian stereotype.. i decided a leather jacket, docs and pants i see metalheads wear would fit her! red leather jacket, of course. also gave her spiky hair just like projmoon did<3 my favorite detail here are the eyebrows, i think their shape is rlly neat! nvm i think its just that gebura is rlly neat. anyways the eyebrows fit her

chesed my boy.. idk i just saw him and hit him with the transmasc beam and gave him , as the kids say, wh0re eyes. i wanted him to have rounder hips and just be round in general. turtleneck and cardigan combo also, i think he would like wearing that. also somewhat curlier hair, or at least wavy would do him well! and a tote bag, i dont doubt that he would go out to read in coffee shops if he could - so he gets a tote bag to carry his sociology books. i want him to look like he would give the warmest, comfiest hugs and be friend shaped

binah!! this one was the most challenging, trying to find the right place for the colors - to not use too little or too much yellow. i still dont think i got it right but this is as close as im getting. long face, long nose, siren-ish eyes.. messed up in the head bird lady that speaks like hannibal! i also dont think a dress really suits her so i opted for wide pants and a fancy black button up .. maybe angela styled her, who knows. also black fingertips which is a trait i like to give the arbiters (including an oc).. just my own little consistency thing i like to do :)

hi grandpa! ok for hokma i dont think the changes are that big? i gave him O shaped legs and his sword thing i turned into a walking cane, gave him a vest (didnt want to opt for a corset but i think he would enjoy the back support for proper posture) . also gave him a mild gradient from darker gray to lighter gray, since he IS the gray part of the ABC trio. gave him salt and pepper hair and an older face. forgot to draw it, but i wanted to give him a silicone tip for the sword so it doesnt dull out, which he can take off when recieving guests

honorary mention to go along with the angelica i mentioned with roland, i mildly changed up her twin(k) brother. i gave argalia and angie the same hair but mirrored, his a bit more curly and hers a bit more spikey, his face a bit more edgy, hers a bit rounder and kinder. not much else to say here, i liked his design as is, but wanted to add him here :)

[cxsmiicc]

her little devil - lady lesso x reader

happy halloween yall idk wym im totally not 20 minutes late posting this shush

warnings - smut, orgasm denial, eating out, light fingering, vibrator, possessive lesso, halloween party

posted on ao3 also <3

2.2k words

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You picked at your chosen costume, suddenly doubting if it was the right one. The red latex clung to you in ways you were unused to and growing insecure of, neckline dipping far lower than you would usually wear and skirt stopping mid thigh. More than a little alcohol had gone into this decision. Well, too late to change now. Grabbing the headband with horns attached, you slammed out of your room before you lost your nerve, smoothing your hair around the cheap plastic as you walked down to the party. Clarissa and her damn parties, ever since the schools had merged it seemed like there was one every other week. And she just had to have the wonderful idea for a costume party, as though you didn’t have enough on your plate with classes and grading and her.

You banished those thoughts to the back of your mind, you had a party to attend after all. Of course whether or not you wanted to was a different matter, you would much rather spend tonight hiding away with a bottle and a vibrator. If you could escape early that could still work, it all depended on how fast Clarissa could corner you into taking drink after drink. For all she preached about good deeds that woman could coerce anyone into doing damn near anything with minimal effort.

Swinging the door open, you spotted her immediately. She was facing you, gesturing for you to join her and whoever it was she was talking to the second you were visible. The mystery woman turned around and your mouth fell open in shock. Lady. Fucking. Lesso. Her hair was straightened and dyed black for the night and there was a drip of blood decorating either corner of her mouth. She smirked at your reaction to her outfit and fangs became visible, successfully creating a fiery heat between your thighs. It only became worse as your eyes slid downwards to the generous amount of skin on show, matching your own outfit in everything but length. Where your dress was short and flared hers was long and fitted, flowing down and accentuating her every curve before pooling on the ground. Breaking yourself out of the haze, you made your way over to the two of them, first smiling at Clarissa before turning your attention to your boss.

“A vampire? Very appropriate Red, if I can even say that with you looking like this.”

“Seems like I should call you that tonight. Even I didn’t think to be quite so on the nose with my costume. The Evil history teacher, dressed as the devil? Somewhat obvious, don’t you think Clarissa?”

The blonde could only stare at the two of you and giggle, already too tipsy to care about pretending she couldn’t sense the tension between you and her fellow dean.

Rolling your eyes at the state of her, you turned back to Lesso to keep the conversation going, “So, what gives with you putting in effort tonight? Call me crazy but you don’t exactly strike me as the type to go all out for a work party.”

“Maybe I just felt like dressing up,” she spun where she stood, giving you a glimpse of the low back of her dress and sending a wave of arousal crashing through you, “My reasons are none of your business, though you seem to be enjoying it just the same.” A wicked grin graced her features, red lips quirking upwards as her eyes flitted across your body. “I must admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Oh? Careful Lesso, that almost sounded like a compliment. Wouldn’t want the ice queen to show emotion now would we.”

She laughed at you, low and slow and right in your ear. Right when you didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on by this woman and she goes and does it.

“Ice queen… now that would’ve been a good costume idea.”

“Ah ah, what happened to not wanting to be too on the nose.” It was your turn to smirk as she registered what you just said, eyes darkening with what you would swear was lust if you didn’t know who you were talking to. All of a sudden you felt a tear on your costume and she was forcing you out of the room before you even knew what was happening, one hand firmly on your hip and the other on your shoulder. Everything was a blur as she guided you all the way back to your room, flashing her finger at the door to open it before you collided with the ageing wood. It was only to fling you down on the bed that she finally let go, pacing the empty space on your floor and offering no explanation for what she had just done.

“Care to tell me what that was all about?”

Rather than answering, she just stopped her pacing and crashed her bloodstained lips to yours, kissing you with a desperation you didn’t think her capable of. Just as quickly as she had started it, she pulled away, both hands buried in her hair as she resumed her pacing.

“Do you even know what you do to me.” Her voice came out low and gravelly, sending another spike to your core at both the tone and her words. “Always prancing around the school in those little outfits, it was driving me insane knowing I couldn’t just tear them off and have my way with you. And then tonight, oh tonight,” You stood, drawing closer to her as she kept ranting, too caught up in what she was saying to pay you much attention. “You thought you could just waltz into that party with that much skin on show with no consequences?” She grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the wall above your head before tracing a hand down your torso. “That teeny tiny costume, oh so low cut with a skirt that barely covers your ass. Latex? Not your best idea, my little devil.” Keeping her hold on your hands, she slid a nail down the ripped neckline of your outfit, successfully exposing your breasts to her. “It all would’ve been fine, had it not been for your wardrobe malfunction. Only I get to see that much of you, are we clear?”

All you could do was moan in response as she lavished attention on your chest, drinking in the sight of you half bare and entirely at her mercy.

“I said, are we clear.”

“Mmm, we’re clear, we're clear.”

“We’re clear mommy.”

“Yes mommy, you’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”

“Good, now help me take the rest of this off. Latex is a bitch to sweat in, and I'm guessing someone’s more than a little bit worked up right about now.”

She released her hold on your wrists and you dropped your arms, allowing her to peel the dress off of you and discard it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your black underwear and horned headband.

“I want to see you, please?”

“Of course, go lay down for me and I’ll be right there.”

Rushing back over to the bed, you lay on your back and craned your neck to get the best possible view as she dropped her dress to the ground and walked over with a sway of her hips that only darkened the visible mark on your panties. She wasted no time in straddling you and pulling you into another bruising kiss, swiping her tongue along the seam of your lips and gaining the access she wanted right away. It was everything you expected of her, rough and selfish while still showing enough care to keep you enthralled as her tongue swept through your mouth, swallowing each others moans as she rolled her hips across your stomach, leaving a trail of arousal in her wake. The pressure of her on top of you was almost too much as she maintained both the force of the kiss and the motion of her hips, groaning whenever her clit hit your skin. Your hands were buried in her hair, ruining the sleekness she had worked so hard for earlier that evening but now couldn’t care less about, not when the thing she had craved for so long was finally happening. She pulled away and you whined and attempted to pull her back in, earning a glare from the older woman as she slipped down the bed until her head was between your thighs. Lighting her finger once more to vanish your underwear, she began kissing down your thighs, slowly drawing closer to where you wanted her the most.

“Please…” you let out.

“Please what?”

Please eat me out, please mommy.”

“Anything baby.” 

Her tongue ran across your entrance and you gasped at the sensation, eyes falling closed and the sound morphing into a groan as she reached your clit. She nipped at the sensitive spot and you saw stars for a moment, the sinful moans leaving your lips only spurring her on. Focusing on your entrance, she kissed and teased at the flesh, dragging sounds you had never heard yourself make before from the base of your throat. Dipping her tongue into you, your back arched off the bed as she picked up the pace, plunging it in and out as your breath came in short puffs of air, most of which were immediately used up on the truly barbaric sounds you were making now. Your walls clenched around her as you reached the edge, spouting gibberish in an attempt to convey how close you were, only for her to retract her tongue and go back to marking your inner thighs. Whimpering in confusion, you opened your eyes to find her staring at you, lips still moving slowly against your skin. Pulling away, she licked the taste of you from her mouth before speaking.

“You really thought it’d be that easy? That you could wear that little outfit, tease me like that, and still get to cum?” The look in her eyes was dangerous, almost predatory.

You looked away, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Look at me,” she grabbed your chin, balancing herself by planting her other hand on your thigh. “If you can’t take it, don’t act like such a brat.” Leaning back onto her heels, she pulled you up with her, forcing you against the headboard when you were upright, mirroring her position and sitting on your own heels.

“Hands on the bed.”

The same glow that usually emanated from her finger this time came from her eyes, conjuring thick swathes of silk and binding your hands to the bed. Scanning the room for a moment, her eyes settled on something on your nightstand and she smiled, leaning over you painfully slowly to grab it. Hand wrapped around her prize, she went back to sitting opposite you, close but not quite touching.

“Now, just what do we have here?” Her hand unclenched to reveal your vibrator, the original plan for tonight before everything went sideways. “Is this what you were planning on doing after the party? Putting in an appearance and then sneaking off to touch yourself? And here I thought you were better than that.” She poised the toy over her entrance, fingers hovering over the settings. “Eyes on me love.”

Pushing it in with a groan, she started it on a lower setting and let her hands roam her upper body, stopping at her chest to tease her nipples, plucking at the bars going through them and successfully causing you to drip onto the sheets. One hand dropped down to turn up the intensity before immediately resuming rolling her piercings between her fingertips, letting every little sound fall from her open mouth, the blood long since smeared across your face and legs. Violet eyes bored into yours during her entire display, the colour barely visible around her blown pupils. The bed shook as she turned it up one final time, rocking her hips for more friction as she reached her peak, eye contact finally breaking as her head fell back and she released a wicked moan that had you writhing against the bonds, aching to feel something, anything other than the soft fabric of the bedsheets. She tipped her head back down, eying you hungrily.

Voice lower than usual she said, “Go on, say whatever it is you’re thinking.” 

The sight of her using your vibrator, the thing that had been inside you oh so many times now inside of her, had triggered some need inside of you that you didn’t know you had. Everything about what she had just done was driving you wild with need, as she could so plainly see by the wet patch on the bed beneath you.

“Please mommy, please touch me I need you gods just please.” Your voice came out far higher than you were expecting it to, barely less than a whine. “I won’t do it again, you’ll be the only one allowed to see that much of me.”

“Damn right.”

She advanced, two fingers easily slipping into your dripping cunt and lips muffling your gasp. The binds stayed around your wrists, rendering you putty in her grasp.

[rookmal]

TWST pajama headcanons

Riddle- red shorts, white t-shirt that is slightly too big (if he's dating someone, he asks for one of their shirts and wears that)

Trey- green pajama pants, old band shirt

Cater- if you think he doesn't sleep in a oneseie you are WRONG. Really likes cat onesies bcuz they make him think of Chenya, and Chenya is the level of chaos that Cater aspires to have some day

Deuce- blue plaid bottoms, dark blue tank top

Ace- red plaid bottoms, dark red t-shirt

(They didn’t exactly MEAN to match, but...)

(Other dorms under the tab!)

Leona- can and will fall asleep in anything, he has no designated pajamas

Jack- black sweatpants, no shirt

Ruggie- boxers and a t-shirt that he stole from Leona in his first year, sleeps with socks on bcuz he is malnourished so he has poor blood flow

Azul- silk pajama set, silver, DEFINITELY monogrammed

Floyd- likes to sleep naked but jade doesn't like when he does that so he's not allowed to (rip) sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers

Jade- secretly likes onesies, but sleeps in a pajama set that matches Azul's

Jamil- absolutely hates it but he wears a t-shirt and sweatpants so he can be dressed if something happens to Kalim

Kalim- onesie, isn't this canon?? It feels like it is

Vil- the most ABSURDLY silky pajamas, but he has a whole pre-bed fit (slippers, headband, fluffy robe, EVERYTHING)

Rook- like Leona, he can and will fall asleep in anything, BUT Vil gifted him silk pajamas in their 2nd year and Rook is obsessed with them (because they're from Vil)

Epel- big shorts and an even bigger shirt

Idia- does he even sleep ???? Idk. Rly enjoys onesies but usually sleeps in sweatpants and a t-shirt OR a sweater and boxers (he likes to have his options open)

Ortho- bro just powers off or something I don’t know (if he was alive it would be onesies 100%)

Malleus- silk pajamas. Obviously. But Lilia did get him a dragon onesie that, even though he never wears it, he loves.

Lilia- the exact opposite of Epel. Teensy weensy shorts and a tiny shirt but it's fine bcuz have you SEEN him ??? No one (except for Silver) is complaining

Sebek- dragon onesie sweatpants and a t-shirt, for a similar reason as Jamil

Silver- literally anything he NEVER knows when he's gonna pass out. But all of his clothes are super comfy because of that- if he's gonna miss out on so much of his life, he is going to be comfortable while he does it

[clvudii-launch42]

25/9

22 days left

realized this shit will be boring, so I'll just throw in a fic I wrote for Yasammyweek day something, "prom"

It's rly bad but I didn't put any effort into it. It was too bad to use for yasammyweek idk.

Under cut anyways

JUST SO Y'ALL KNOW, I am SO BAD at writing present/past time and present/past time only. Like, if it starts with "went" and "she did this or that" blablabla, there's a high risk it will switch to present time later on in the fic, just so y'all know. It can switch back and forth like that, so yeah.

(it's pretty... whatever, you go see for yourself if you want to haha, but my writing is pretty awkward)

Prom night

The night was finally here. Her prom night has finally arrived.

Yaz is trodding back and forth in her new bought black and Darkblue dress. Her prom starts in just 15 minutes, where is she?

It's a rule in Yaz's school that only people from that school and only college students were allowed to come to prom. But Yaz had been able to make the teachers make an exception just for her. She's not too sure how or why, but she's assuming it's because of THAT incident. After she got the good news, she immediately FaceTimed Sammy and dropped the big question. "Will you be my prom date?". Sammy, not surprisingly, screamed "YES! OF COURSE I WILL!" and here they are. Or, well, here Yaz is. Waiting and waiting for her girlfriend to show up.

Yaz decides to call her, but she doesn't pick up.

"Hm, weird" Yaz mutters to herself. "I'M usually the one who doesn't pick up..."

Right after that, she hears someone giggle behind her. "Hey, Yaz. Having fun talking to yourself?"

Yaz quickly turns around and is too stunned to speak when her eyes meet the beaming light from her prom date.

"Sammy, you're... you're beautiful, y- wha-, wow.". Sammy is wearing a long orange and red dress, and she has a headband that matches her outfit. Yaz studders, but Sammy only smiles and giggles slightly. "Thank you, Yaz. You don't look that bad yourself. One thing is missing though.." She walks up to her girlfriend and kisses her gently on the cheek. "There. Now your fit is complete" She teases.

Yasmina rolls her eyes jokingly and pretends to look offended, she scoffs "So you want me to walk around in school with a kissmark on my cheek now?". Sammy laughs and nudges Yaz with her hip "Ofc! That way everyone will know you're mine..." Yaz laughs at that and stretches out her arm to Sammy. "So...Shall we?". Sammy grabs Yaz's arm and smiles widely "We shall".

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When they get inside, they are greeted by loud music and dancing people. They look around to see if they can find someone they know. But that mission failed. Miserably.

The music suddenly changed to a slow and still song. The girls saw everyone grabbing their partners, and started slow dancing with them.

Yaz looked shyly at Sam and rubbed her arm slightly before building up the courage to ask. "Do...Do you wanna dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask! You bet I want!". Sammy exclaimed excitedly.

Yaz stood up from the bench they had found, and held out a hand to her. Sammy grabbed it and they went out to the dance floor.

They stood face to face with eachother, both slightly unsure on what to do, but they took after what the people around them were doing. Yaz placed her hands on Sammy's shoulders while Sammy rested her hands around Yaz's waist. They start dancing slowly and easy. The more seconds passes, the closer to each other they get. Soon, it's only one centimeter between them. Them both smile wildly.

"Best prom night ever" Sammy said before the distance between them closes.

[ravenelyx]

Cobwebs - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Chapter Warnings: jealousy, light angst/angst if you squint, fluff, Sebastian's comfort food is corn apparently idk, suggestive (barely)

Summary: When a festival in your hometown causes you to dress up with medieval clothes, dance and act, Sebastian couldn't be happier and more proud - until he realises you will have a partner through all of it. And the partner is not him.

A/N: for the Sallow Sunday challenge !! I'm late in my country but it's still Sunday somewhere - inspired by a festival I went to today (literally came back at 1 am and wrote this: it's currently 5 am)

Masterlist

You can find the whole fanfiction also here on ao3

Sebastian had woken up with the biggest grin on his face. A rare occurrence, really, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe it off his mouth.

Because today, apparently, was special.

He had been waiting for two weeks since his girlfriend had told him the news: at first Sebastian didn't really understand her ardour, but the delighted expression on her face was enough to propel the boy to match the enthusiasm completely.

There was a festival in her hometown: a celebration that, for one reason or another, had been impossible to arrange for about ten years. It was her favourite, she had said, because of its theme — a living re-enactment of old times, with dances and traditional clothing from her home — even more so now that she was chosen to be one of the people who was supposed to parade as an extra.

She was to wear a beautiful medieval tunic, and had to attend rehearsals everyday. As much as Sebastian wished to follow her there to see her hard work, she insisted that she wanted to keep it a surprise for when he finally saw her at the fest.

He had sulked a bit at that moment, but had been since then looking forward to seeing his beautiful girlfriend in an amazing dress.

He stood in the front row, having arrived early just to earn a perfect spot to bask in her splendid beauty ringside as soon as she came, and patiently waited for her to appear, nodding his head to the folklore music in the meantime. When the parade started, his body shook all over in anticipation, standing on his toes, eyes darting everywhere to catch a glimpse of his beloved.

And she was perfect.

Hair cascading in little twirls locked in a beautiful braid on her shoulder, adorned with a headband on the crown of her head, she smiled brightly, her lips shining with clear gloss. Her face was still natural-looking, with makeup that matched her features and made her look even more ethereal, and her green bliaut hugged her figure in ways that left little to Sebastian's imagination as his jaw fell open. It was tight at the waist, her corset even harsher around her flank under the kirtle, and adorned with a brown cincture knotted around her abdomen. Her only exposed parts were her cleavage, from which Sebastian could see a peak of her chemise, and her wrists, where the gown widened slightly. She moved with elegance and poise, careful to mind each graceful motion of her arm as she walked, and Sebastian felt his cheeks hurt with how wide his smile was,  almost tearing at the corners of his mouth.

A smile that fell as soon as his eyes darted away from her gorgeous figure.

The parade consisted of couples dressed in different ways, only interrupted here and there by close groups of musicians who accompanied them, and as such, she was on another's arm as she moved.

And, Sebastian noticed, he was very handsome — much more handsome than he was, with his chiseled jawline and elegant walk. He held her arm carefully as they walked together, chin up and perfectly in line, straight posture and measured walk. It was clear he had rehearsed for a long time.

And he had rehearsed with her.

Sebastian felt something sour and ghastly bubble in his stomach when they finally stopped. She turned to the man next to her, and he bowed gallantly at the waist before taking her hand in his.

The dance started. The musicians moved to the side, while the couples took their place in the midst of the plaza, moving from side to side at the fast paced rhythm of folklore music. When she went forward, he did the same, arms bending to meet. And then they stepped away together, extending their arms all the same, hands never separating. The steps of their frolic echoing in Sebastian's ears, thundering in his brain at the ease and preparation with which the couple moved together. She twirled in the man's arms, taking a step back and then twirled again on the opposite side, and Sebastian’s hands began to shake. Their manoeuvres were so measured, so controlled they must have rehearsed a lot. They must have spent a lot of time together to perfect it. Hours and hours, days of days of his beloved dancing with another man.

Panic seeped its way into his core: What if those days of rehearsal had awoken something in her? Something that made her realise that the man dancing with her was better than Sebastian in every way?

He didn't dare go further with his thoughts… but what if…

The crowd cheered, pulling Sebastian from his reverie, and he looked at her. And she was looking at him, too, wearing a bright smile, eyes shining as she silently asked him what he thought. Her forehead glistened a bit with sweat, a sign of her hard work, and Sebastian forced a smile on his face, nodding at her. She nodded back and turned to the man again.

A new dance began.

-

She had been on that man's arm most of the night, entertaining kids and adults all the same, dancing with him once a new folklore song started, and even re-enacting some play scenes along with the other extras.

Sebastian was left watching, embittered by the sight so much that, at some point, he had to completely avoid said sight.

Whenever he saw a glimpse of her beautiful figure, he would turn around and go into another alley, hoping to find some solace in the street food he had been shamelessly indulging in since the fest started.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" The man in front of him asked Sebastian at some point, after the brunet had visited his corn stand at least three times. "I can't give you another cob."

Sebastian scowled, but he had to admit the man was right. His stomach couldn't take it anymore.

"My girlfriend… she…" Sebastian began, kicking the dirt while the man stirred a huge cauldron of maize porridge. "She looks absolutely gorgeous today…"

"I hardly see how that's something to be concerned about," the man lifted an eyebrow. "Has the corn gone to your head? Why isn't your mesmerising girlfriend on your arm?"

"Because she's on another's arm," Sebastian blurted out, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "And I can't do anything about it!"

A beat of silence followed. Sebastian bit his lip harshly, while the man seemed to understand the situation. He handed the brunet another cob. "Maybe you do need another."

Sebastian's shoulders slumped and he took up the offer, defeated, biting on the warm kernels. "It's just…" he spoke, voice muffled by his full mouth as he moved the cob around frustratingly. "Today was supposed to be a celebration, and instead I'm here with you and those damn cobs!"

He took another bite and the man sighed. "Just go find her is my advice. You're a handsome lad, and the dress up time has been over for a while I reckon, so she can be yours for the rest of the night."

"What if she doesn't want to be?" The words left Sebastian's lips without hesitation. "He's much more handsome than I am! Maybe she's even… they're even…"

He didn't want to think about it, the idea making the back of his eyes sting a little.

"If she was, why would she invite you?" The man shrugged. "And don't finish that corn, you hear me? Give it to her before your stomach gives up on your body more than you've given up on your dignity."

Sebastian grimaced at the man's harsh words, but he could feel his stomach grumble in protest and he knew he was right. He reluctantly let his now-comfort food lay at his side in his hand, and he made his way through the decorated alleys, dragging his feet like some chained torture was pulling at him.

Maybe it was good if he found her — just to give her his corn, that was. It would have been a shame to waste it.

"Seb! Where were you?" She asked in concern once his legs came to a stop in the plaza. "You weren't at the plays. I just… did you not like them?" She asked, voice feeble and unsure, and Sebastian felt his stomach twist as he realised he'd failed her once again.

"I… got you corn," he retorted weakly, handing her the half-eaten cob.

She took it with a frown, and then she met his eyes with disbelief. "You ate corn all this time?"

Sebastian blushed deeply, before his chest turned cold again at the sight of the man standing behind her.

"You were with him all this time?" He asked caustically, shifting his weight on his leg and crossing his arms defensively.

She was at a loss for words. "What— are you serious right now?"

"Very much."

"He's my partner!" She claimed, raising her voice, the cob in her hands swinging dangerously.

"No!" He snapped, unwinding his arms and taking a step closer. "I am your partner!"

She gasped a few times, unable to retort as she saw the look on his face. He wasn't angry, despite his deep frown and lips pressed together. He was hurt.

"Sebastian," she sighed, stepping closer. "It's just a festival…"

"You danced with him," he responded, the heat radiating from her body making his resolve crumble. "You must have rehearsed a lot."

"Yes, for the festival." The hand that wasn't holding the cob of corn came to lay on his cheek, and he melted in her touch.

"Still, I didn't like the way he looked at you!" He hissed, gesticulating sharply, trying to restrain himself from pacing back and forth as he usually did. "You look gorgeous and…"

"Sebastian… he's married," she sighed, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on his cheekbone, "and he's like… five years older than me."

Sebastian was quiet at that, a small blush coming to rest on his ears when he realised. "So… well married men can… I mean…"

"Not him… trust me," she chuckled, now so close she could bump her nose to his. "Besides," she smiled, amused. "It's a small town, and he's my cousin."

Sebastian gasped, mouth falling open at the revelation. How stupid could he be? He had been sulking the entire evening, missing her plays and hard work just because… because…

"Were you jealous?" She asked, nuzzling his cheek.

Because he was jealous.

"I… I…" he stuttered. "I might have been… eating more corn than necessary."

She laughed against his skin, and he smiled fondly at the sound.

"Yes, I imagined that," she said, handing the cob to her cousin and taking Sebastian's hand in hers, guiding him through the alleys. "But no more corn now."

Sebastian frowned, confusion evident on his features, and she smiled at his face as she got a bundle of keys from the aumoniere hanging from her belt.

"It's my family home," she explained, "and it's empty."

She pulled him inside once she opened the door, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck once he was close enough.

"I'm just…" he began, feeling like it wouldn't be right to do anything without apologising for his behaviour. "I'm sorry I missed your plays," he whispered, feeling guiltier than ever as her lips pressed on his skin tenderly. "I should have valued you more…"

"You've seen the first two ones," she smiled and pressed another kiss on his jaw. "Last two were boring anyway."

"Still, I should have enjoyed them," he protested, returning her kisses. "And your dress, too… you look so beautiful… so…"

"Well… dress up time is over," she whispered, mouth hovering his. "Care to help me with that?"

Sebastian let out a low chuckle at that, smirking against her lips. "Oh, I'm so going to enjoy that."

He pushed his arm back and pressed his palm on the door, closing it loudly behind him.

[pappydaddy]

pesky hair (j.m.)

a/n: this title sucks, i am sorry, i had nothing! reminder! i am testing out a new format, idk if i like it yet

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj recounts the most memorable times he did something about y/n's pesky hair

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  Y/N had a love-hate relationship with her hair. Cute cut that’s low maintenance to style - love! Being able to let her hair air dry after a long day of swimming - love! The very, very infrequent bed head monstrosity - love! When her hair just won’t go up in a claw clip properly - hate. When her bangs wouldn’t dry right so now she’s stuck with weirdly shaped bangs - hate. The times when she can’t wash her hair on the proper hair wash day and her hair starts to morph into little mats and tangles - hate. Those little strands of hair that just keep falling out of place and getting into her face - triple, no, quadruple; no, infinitely hate. Actually, she loathes it and it makes her want to chop off all the hair on her head despite the fact that she absolutely adores it. She was truly blessed with great hair - a miracle many people envied.

  JJ has learned this throughout their long friendship turned romantic relationship. He actually learned this way back in middle school when he noticed her starting to wear headbands all the time. Of course, he had to figure out why she kept pushing her hair back when he knew she loved her hair. Now he realises that the reason he knew she loved her hair and noticed she was suddenly really into headbands was because he was head over heels for the girl who lived beside his best friend. 

  Since the day he learned it bugged her, he had dreamed of taking the hair and brushing it behind her ear while she talked (so enthralled in her conversation) like he sometimes saw her do. While they were close in their friendship, there was a level of intimacy to the action that crossed the “just friendly” boundary and JJ would shit himself if he knew she knew how he felt for her. Because how would someone like her ever love someone such as JJ Maybank? 

  The first time JJ actually did it was completely involuntary. Autonomic if you will. It was a few months into their relationship. It was all flushed faces, shy glances across the room as they hung out with the other Pogues, and awkward touches until they fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces. They were alone outside of John B’s. The rest of the Pogues having retired into the house for the night. 

  The only light coming from the moon, the stars, the dim fire in front of them, and the fireflies dancing around the air. Y/N was talking about her favourite show, talking fast and adamantly about the theories, how things connect to each other, and her opinions on everything. JJ had to be honest, he was not retaining any of it. He was too captivated by how pretty she looked right then and there. With the excitement in her eyes, the way her hands flew through the air as she explained everything. The way she would cut herself off as she was explaining one thing and start explaining another thing because she suddenly remembered it. And then he saw it. The slight, aggressive flick of her head trying to get that annoying stand of hair out of her face and the daydreams started. 

  He tried to ignore them as he started to try to take in some of the information she was giving him, but he could see the frustration start to build in her as she resorted to blowing at the hair in between words. At first, he thought he had imagined reaching out, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek as he gingerly tucked the strand behind her ear. He had assumed he had imagined it because that has been what he’s done for the past six years. But the way her rant was suddenly cut off by her own shock made him realise that he did not imagine it. 

  Instantly, his own face dropped, his heart dropping to his ass along with it. A raging blush overcame both their faces as they stared at each other, wide eyed and completely short-circuiting. But soon, once the shock wore off and the sparks beneath their skin from where they touched subsided, they fell back into place - this time much closer (physically and emotionally). 

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  The second time was smoother if you asked JJ. This was almost a year into their relationship. Intimacy was at an all time high. Butterflies still swirled in the stomach, but the awkward phase had released its grasp on them. Blushes still adorned their cheeks and the L-word was on the tips of their tongues. 

  It was midsomers, she was invited by Sarah and Kie invited Cleo while the boys found work at the party. It was supposed to be a girls night, but JJ convinced the boys to find jobs “just in case those Kooks try to pull a fast one on our girls” he had claimed. They already knew that he just wanted to see Y/N all pretty in her dress under the dim lighting of the outdoor festivities. 

  JJ’s shift as bar back had ended since he set up the bar meaning the second bar back was tasked with cleaning it up. For the most part, the party was over, but Y/N still sat at one of the tables. Moonlight and fairy lights illuminating her as she sipped at what was left of her wine. “This seat taken?” He had asked flirtatiously, earning a tipsy giggle from her. 

  “Well, I was hoping my boyfriend would be along soon, but I guess it’s free.” She waved a dismissive hand at the chair with a smothered giggle slipping past her lipstick-covered lips. 

  JJ pulled the seat out from the table, scooting it impossibly close to Y/N’s before sitting in it, happy to finally get off his feet. They were throbbing in the damn dress shoes and his suit was too tight and constricting, but being able to see her having fun tonight and dancing was all worth it. “That boyfriend of yours must be awfully lucky to manage to have a girl like you like him.” 

  She hummed in fake thought. “Actually, I think I’m the lucky one,” She admitted, leaning towards him. Getting the hint, JJ also leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips sweetly. She hummed against his lips, melting against him the best she could in two separate chairs. “I am so tired.” She declared. 

  “I’d say,” JJ snorted endearingly. “I think you and Sarah spent most of the night dancing and consumed a half a bottle of champagne each.” He recounted the night. Luckily, he kept track of how much they were drinking so he knew what type of tipsy he was dealing with. 

  “We had fun, shut up.” She pouted, tipsily hitting his chest in fake hurt. His chest shook under her hand as he laughed at her. Looking at her, smudged and faded lipstick mostly staying on her lips, her eyes heavy but so bright and wide at the sametime. Her voice was light but slightly louder than normal. But what got JJ was her hair. Once perfectly styled into some complicated half-up half-down updo with “face framing” (whatever that meant, JJ had no idea but he loved it), now the curls had mostly fallen out and instead of a few strands of hair in her face, most of her hair was loose. 

  Watching her nose twitch as her pesky stranglers that slipped out of her updo tickled her cheek, he reached his hand up, fingers lightly brushing against her warm cheekbone (from the alcohol induced flush). Enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips for a moment, he continued to tuck the annoying hair behind her ear. Her glossy eyes looked up into his, swimming with affection. “I know you did, Bub. Let’s get you to bed so you can rest from you fun night.” 

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  The third time was by far JJ’s favourite. She was sitting there in front of him in the darkened room, candles surrounding them, illuminating them and the room in a dim glow. Both of them were tired but buzzing at the same time. In the candle light, he could see the white gown she wore, a figure of beauty. The centre of attention for the whole day not just because she was the bride. 

  “What do you say, Mr. Maybank,” She whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. JJ didn’t say anything, knowing she had more to say. Instead, he just looked at her with nothing but admiration and love within his blue eyes. Her makeup was worn off for the most part, mascara flaked, lipstick rubbed off (mostly by his own lips), and her foundation slightly caked from all the celebrations at the reception. “Feel any different?” She asked with a lift of her eyebrow, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips. 

  His own smile took over as he lifted his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, already anticipating his touch, leaning her cheek closer to his hand to meet him. She let out a little content sigh when she felt his fingertips brush her cheekbone, tucking the hair behind her ear before settling along her jawline. Warmth filled her heart, so overwhelming that she nuzzled her cheek further into his hand, trying to express how much she loved it. 

  “Even more in love with you, Mrs. Maybank.” He whispered, leaning towards her face until his lips met hers in a sweet, passionate, and long kiss. One that made Y/N’s inner school girl giggle and kick her feet in the air as if she were reading one of her cheesy teen romance novels that she loved so much back then.

[mono-socke]

remember this post where I pointed out details about my art ??

yeah, it's been over half a year, so let's redo ittt

jeremy:

has matching pacman earrings w/ michael, acne and, while i don't always draw him w/ painted nails, when they are painted, they're dark blue

michael:

has matching pacman earrings w/ jeremy, painted black nails and a lot of patches on his hoodie. i don't always draw ALL patches on the exact same spot, but the ones that do stay the same are the pacman one on his chest, the 'RISE ABOVE RACISM' one and the rainbow one on his sleeve

christine:

has very curly hair with one or two red hairpins in it, and a few certain pins on her jacket

rich:

has a matching silver earring w/ jake, a headband (though that is only visible in my most recent posts of rich), and this black thing he always wears beneath his tanktop is actually a binder !!

jake:

has a matching silver earring w/ rich, and a matching bracelet w/ chloe

chloe:

has a matching bracelet w/ jake, a matching 'broken heart best-friends necklace' w/ brooke (idk how to describe it), a purple hairband to keep her locks out of her face and she wears black shorts under her skirt

brooke:

has a matching 'broken heart best-friends necklace' w/ chloe. otherwise there aren't many consistent details about her, other than maybe her specific hairstyle and that she's generally very pale

jenna:

has painted purple nails, make up and purple streaks and parts in her hair

squip:

has a blue pill earring, painted blue/white nails, broadway squip has two specific white streaks in their hair (pre upgrade), and while the pattern on their clothes vary a bit from drawing to drawing, they're based roughly on the same base in my mind

and some veeryy specific things I do when drawing squippy are:

the little eye-highlights I give everyone aren't white dots like for everyone else (look at the pictures above to see), but instead are blue-ish ovals (kind of like pills) (at least when I'm not drawing them specifically as a human)

2. the hair-highlights also aren't just random white lines like with 'human characters', but instead blue-white-ish heartbeat pattern (for a lack of a better description (just look at it))

to the three people who might've read this, hope you had fun !!

have fun always noticing these things from now on >:)) (/lh)

maybe some of you share my opinion that details like this are very very cool

[i-arch-my-backula]

I don’t know how to write fics so I’m just gonna give the idea of Burlesque!Reader x Lestat (2022). The time is set in the 20s, shiny costumes, bright lights. Think of a bar sorta. Idk what you’ll do w/this due to lack of info but yeah. And also the reader is female

ok, byeeee. Love the fics btw

Shinning star: Lestat De Lioncourt x fem! Burlesque! reader

I am so so sorry this took me forever to do, life has been a bitch recently, and my laptop, which I write and post on, his slowing down and I'm pretty sure it's going to die soon. Anyway, I hope this is to your liking. Normally I would post this on my other, NSFW account, but because the request is here I'm posting it here.

Content includes: Cis fem reader, reader and Lestat jerk each other off, reader sits on Lestat's face, vampirism, strong language, not proof read, MDNI

It was one of those nights that Lestat found himself alone. He’s already fed on two people early into the night so he’s not too hungry at the moment. Feeling that boredom really gnaw into his mind he decides to check out one of the speakeasies in town. After getting in he buys a drink, to keep up appearances. Music is playing, people are dancing, everyone is having a wonderful time. 

It’s only about two minutes later before someone on stage comes to announce a new performance. 

“Ladies and gentleman, I’d like you to give a warm welcome to tonight's performer, you know her, you love her. The divine Y/N!” He says, walking off stage as you come on, wearing a very revealing outfit, something that’s basically a large beaded belt that also covers your sex, and two beaded circles over your breasts held up with thin ties. A small garter on one of your thighs and a headband with a large feather over your hair. 

You smile and bow on stage before you start your performance, moving your hips and arms in a very sexy manner. Men hoot and cheer for you, so do some women. Most eyes are on you, but Lestat knows that only his are going to matter after you’re off the stage. He can already feel himself getting aroused at seeing you like this. The music playing starts to match the movements you’re making. The way you dance makes it seem like you've been dancing like this for years and years. 

He crosses one leg over the other, forgetting about everything but how much he wants to be with you. To have you all to himself, to hear those beads on your costume move with each sway of your hips and pop of your chest. Your movements are almost hypnotic, every eye in this speakeasy on you and your performance. Lestat has seen many burlesque performances in his life, some stick out in his mind, but yours, he knows that it’s never going to leave his mind. 

You do another slow turn as your hips move in their hypnotically sexual manner, it’s hard to not be seduced by your moments, especially in that outfit. Men clap and whistle, a few of them cat calling you, but you pay them no mind, having gotten used to that kind of attention after the years and years you’ve been doing burlesque. 

Your eyes meet with Lestat’s as you face the audience, your hands reaching above your head as your chest moves up and down. Lestat holds his hands in his lap, one leg crossed over the other. His impulse told him how wonderful it would be to keep you forever. To drain you only to filter you back your blood through his own. How you’d look so perfect with his fingers on your clit and blood on your mouth. But he had to squash that impulse, knowing that he has Louis and Claudia back at home. But maybe…Just maybe…Claudia could use an aunt. Oh but Lestat can’t be reckless. He can keep you alive tonight. Have you as a one night stand, spare you from the death and the even worse pain of being a vampire.

The music from the live band swells as you’ve gone back to looking at the audience at large, your hips moving and a smile on your face. Lestat knew exactly what he was going to do now. As your performance ends and you give a bow to the crowd, Lestat moves with his inhuman speed, searching out for your dressing room, and he finds it. As you walk off stage and put on a silk robe, he waits for you, sitting in your dressing room. 

You open the door and see Lestat inside. 

“Good evening belle.” He says, shutting the door behind you and locking it, making you turn around and stare down at it before looking back at him. Lestat slowly stands up, walking up to you. “You were such a wonderful sight on that stage. I had to come and meet the wonderful woman who made me stir.” He says, his hands finding their way to your shoulders, slowly sliding off the robe. 

“Well I’m sorry to say that I’m just a dancer here. There’s other places you can go to find what you’re looking for sir.” You reply, taking off your headband, your costume making soft jingling noises as you move. “You’re very, very handsome. I’m sure you could find any woman here who would love to spend the night with you.”

“But you’re not any woman.” Lestat says, his head tilting slightly as he looks down at you, his blue eyes lapping up every detail of your body like how a thirsty dog laps up water from a bowl. “As the French would say. Tu es une vraie déesse.” He recites, moving his hand out for you to take. Hesitantly you put your hand in his and he lowers down his lips. Pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I am Lestat De Lioncourt.”

“I am Y/N L/N.” You say, giving him your stage name. He’s a very, very handsome man. Maybe having a little fun after tonight’s performance wouldn’t be the worst thing. After all, what else were you going to do? Go home, sleep the night off, wake up tomorrow and do the same things over and over again? Why not indulge yourself. Let the flesh instruct the mind. “Well Mr. Lioncourt. I’ve heard that European men know how to please women better than anyone else. Can you help me confirm that?” You ask playfully, letting your robe fall off your body fully. 

Lestat chuckles and moves back, sitting down on a little chair in your dressing room. “Oh please chérie, let me show you the pleasures of the night.” He moves his hands to his pants, rubbing his growing bulge. You slowly move your hands to your back and undo the clasps to your top. Then you slide off your bottoms, fully exposing yourself for the French man before you. Slowly, your walk towards Lestat, adding some dramatic flare to your walk, which he seems to deeply enjoy. 

Once you reach him on the chair and sit on his lap, Lestat moves his fingers to your sex, using his thumb to rub your clit. You moan and rest one of your hands on his shoulders, your other hand moving to his pants, undoing his belt and pants. Soon you’re able to reach his cock. After spitting on your palm you start to rub his sex with your hand as he rubs your clit with his fingers. 

“Oh you’re doing so good for me chérie.” Lestat coos in your ear, holding you close to him as the two of you keep up the mutually pleasurable movements. “Just like that~ Oh yes you’re doing such a good job for me~” He mumbles in your ear. 

“You’re making me feel so good Lestat.” You moan back to him, pressing kisses along his jawline. Suddenly, Lestat stands up, holding your legs against his waist. 

“I want your perfect body on my face Mon cher~” He moans in your ear, carrying you over to the couch in your dressing room. He lays down and you quickly move to hover your aching cunt over his face. Lestat puts his hands on your hips and guides your body lower and lower until his lips are wrapped around your clit. 

You moan and shut your eyes, grinding your sex against his face, feeling the pleasure wash over you in waves. No man has ever made you feel this way before. God bless this French man and his perfect mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair and Lestat’s noises are muffled but still audible. His mouth slowly opens again and his tongue roams around your cunt, before returning to your clit. 

“Fuck I’m close~” You moan, leaning down slightly, trying to steady yourself against the pleasure Lestat is giving you. Just seconds after you say that, you come. The pleasure you’re feeling is unlike any pleasure you’ve had before. Lestat helps you ride out your orgasm. Slowly pulling you down to lay on top of him. He starts pressing kisses on your neck and you pull your head back, letting him have more access to it. After a longer, more tender kiss, you feel him bite your neck. 

[its-still-cuppi-cakes]

I have a few personal hcs of Guy that I'd like to share

(Some I have adopted from others that I've found on here, but I will have my opinion on them)

Guy is a huge starwars and avengers nerd. He probably has many action figures, clothes and merch of the characters in his room before honey and him started dating. I feel like the terrible roommate they had once messed around with them as a "joke" and Honey called her out on it and made her apologize for it. And pay for any of the damages she caused.

He. Needs. To wear. Glasses. But he doesn't like wearing them because of how they feel on his nose so he wears contacts. He does wear them when he's writing though! And he looks good too. He probably has those ones where it's prescription and bluelight. And an all around black frame.

He's a lego builder! He also collects Starwars and Avengers lego sets. And some other types of sets that he thinks looks cool.

He has a caffeine addiction. He drinks so much caffeine Honey has made it a rule where he can only have two cups/cans of caffeine each day. Which is a lot better than 5.

Has hair ties/hair clips for himself because his hair gets in the way when he's looking down to write, type on his phone or work.

Has pins on his apron for work. One says "My pronouns are he/him" and anytime someone comments about it, he just says "Well I am an English/creative writing major so pronouns are important to me." Just to make them mad.

Is called "Son" by Max, his boss. Idk why but I feel like Max loves him like his own. Has called him "Dad" by accident. Now him and Rosa call him "Papa Max" as a joke.

I feel like he forgets his lunch a lot and Honey brings it to him, claiming they're gonna stop and let him starve, but never actually does stop because they like seeing his face when they have his starwars lunch box at hand as they walk through the door.

Has bad acne that Honey helps him take care of. They definitely have skin care date nights. They do have matching skin care headbands.

Can be very stylish. But chooses not to. He likes wearing tshirts and jeans all the time.

Reads before bed. Reads to Honey to help them sleep. Reads. (Someone plz draw Guy reading the hobbit)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. I'm so normal about Guy. Goodnight.

[mamaestapa]

Offseason Romance

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Off-season adventures shown off through an instagram photo dump

•word count: 1.1k

•warnings: thirsty comments, HEADBAND JOE!, mean fans, fluff, Joe is SO in love w you

series masterlist

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February-July 2023

February 11, 2023

liked by lahjay10_, nbsmallerbear, and 745,458 others

tagged: @yourusername

joeyb_9- Thanks for having us @fanatics

comments:

yourusername- such a fun day w you🤍

joeybfan- Idk how i feel about them, but i'll take the content

lahjay10_ - and they were roommates😮

burrowsbae- The matching Cartiers🥹

itsmemacee- The cutest❤️

yourusername- @lahjay10_ omg they were roommates

fanatics- Thanks for joining us Joe and Y/n!

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March 6, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

shiestysbae reposted story

shiestysbae- boys wearing those damn gray jeans 

y/njoestan reposted story

y/njoestan- THOUGHT THIS WAS THEIR BABY FOR A SECOND 

joeyb_9 reposted story

joeyb-9-❤️

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March 19, 2023

liked by bengals, emhubbard, and 201,009 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

yourusername- Wedding Szn🤍

comments:

itsmemacee- So glad I got to celebrate my big day with you two🥰

y/njoestan- MOM AND DAD pls say you're next

joshallen- It was great meeting you!

joeburrowismydaddy_9- i miss liv :(

bengals- Wedding szn>>>football szn

joeyb_9- @bengals Football szn>>>Wedding szn

samhubbard- Joe Burrow hates weddings

confirmed

robinburrow- Miss you two!❤️

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April 9, 2023

liked by shiestysbae, emhubbard, and 900 others

tagged: @nbsmallerbear, @joeyb_9, @samhubbard, @emhubbard, @itsmemacee, @yourusername, @graciegroat

cincybengalsupdates- Joe and Sam at the UFC fight with Bosa and others. Meanwhile their wives stayed back at the beach rental with some other Bengals WAGS! Good lookin group!

comments:

shiestysbae- JOSEPH STOP WITH THE GRAY JEANS😭 Y/n girl pls throw them away

bengals- Our faves!

yourusername- @shiestysbae- I've tried. Trust me.

cincybengalsupdates-UPDATE! Joe was just seen with a girl at an after party in Miami...and it's not Y/n😬

emhubbard- @cincybengalsupdates when it actually is her though😬 let's not make up rumors please and thanks!

cincybengalsupdates- @emhubbard Never tried to make any rumors! sources told me it was another girl

kaylabradshaw- Sources are clearly WRONG! Just met Joe and he was with Y/n...they're both so sweet!🥰

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April 23, 2023

liked by jb9lover, yourusername, and 1002 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

bengalsbabe- more of Joe at the LSU spring game💜💛

comments:

jb9lover- i am 99% sure him and Y/n broke up. she's posted and he hasn't liked her photos. plus, why isn't she there with him?

joeburrowfan- @jb9lover GOD I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT

bengalsbabe- @jb9lover @joeburrowfan i actually really like Y/n!🥰 she makes joe happy and she's seems very sweet. i think instead of tearing her down for being with him, we should be hyping her up. you cant love joe and hate on his girlfriend just for being with him🤷‍♀️

yourusername- Love this pic! thank you for your kind words @bengalsbabe❤️

bengalsbabe- @yourusername of course queen🥰

susieevans- omg how cute!!

haleighbroucher- Y/n, pls give him a baby rn. we need dad Joe🥹

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April 24, 2023

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tagged: @cincystyles @itsmemacee @yourusername

yourusername and itsmemacee- A little behind the scenes of our summer collection photoshoot✨

comments:

itsmemacee- So much fun!!

emhubbard- I cant wait for those sets in the second slide to be released!

joeyb_9- Proud bf moment. I miss you

erinandrews- Beautiful, ladies!😍

loganwilsonlb- Macee baby...you look gorgeous as always🥵❤️

bengalsbabe- this is why Y/n wasn't at the LSU game for anybody wondering😙

body_by_hollyyy- YESSSS!!🫶

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May 2, 2023

liked by yourusername, nfl, and 78,478, others

tagged: @joeyb_9

bengals- Who wore it better?👀

comments:

yourusername- ME

shiestysbae- dammit. the GRAY JEANS😭 but Y/n fs

jb9lover- JOE😍

bakermayfield- JOE😍

itsmemacee- The only correct answer is Y/n

y/njoestan- she's wearing his necklace🥹

nfl- The king and queen of the North👑

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May 6, 2023

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tagged: @zactaylor @yourusername @loganwilsonlb @itsmemacee @emhubbard @samhubbard

joeyb_9- Stagecoach '23

comments:

joeburrowismydaddy_9- joe posting on instagram AND being social? that's a first. WE LOVE IT

evanmcpherson- COACH AT STAGECOACH!?

yourusername- still can't believe zac came with us

samhubbard- Best way to end the offseason!

lahjay10_- @samhubbard the fuck you mean? we still got like a month (i ain't showing up unless it's mandatory idc)

bengals- Stagecoach w coach😎

zactaylor- Thanks for having me! Made me feel like I was 25 all over again😂

lanalang- this is why the bengals are the best team in the nfl

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May 10, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

joeyb_9 reposted second slide:

joeyb_9- My girl

burrowupdates reposted story:

burrowupdates - Joe and Y/n are in Arizona for a quick vacation before OTA's! Y/n grew up around Phoenix so I assume that's why they are there.

y/njoestan reposted second slide:

y/njoestan- MOM AND DAD🥹❤️

yourmomsusername reposted story:

yourmomsusername- My baby girl!!! Cant wait to meet you Joseph!!!!🥳

May 11, 2023

@joeyb_9 Instagram story

story replies:

yourusername reposted story:

yourusername- 🤍🤍

jb9lover reposted story:

jb9lover- i take back anything i've ever said about their relationship. i'm so glad he's so active on social media now. thanks Y/n🫶

May 15, 2023

liked by yourusername, bengals, and 990 others

tagged: @joeyb_9

joeburrowfan- Joe today🥵

comments:

joeyblova- HOLY SHIT😩

bengals- QB1 lookin' good😍

shiestyswifey- i just KNOW Y/n is going feral right now over these just like we are.

yourusername- @shiestyswifey Oh trust me, I am

joefan9- The king and queen of cincinnati definitely gettin' it on when he gets home👀

shiestysbae- @joefan9 EW😭 id rather not think about them getting nasty

joeburrowfan- @joefan9 @shiestysbae cincinnati? more like cincinNASTY

itsmemacee- Please tell me you're seeing these comments😂😂 @yourusername

yourusername- @itsmemacee Yep😂 showing Joe as we speak

shiestysbae- @yourusername NOOOO OMFG

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July 17, 2023

@yourusername Instagram story

story replies:

emhubbard reposted story:

emhubbard- Awww, Taylor's new bestie🐾

shiestysbae reposted story:

shiestysbae- what are the odds she chews up your gray jeans @joeyb_9

y/njoestan reposted story:

y/njoestan- she's adorable!! what's next, a baby?!👀

itsmemacee reposted story:

itsmemacee- brb crying. bean burrow🥹

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hi loves!!

doing a "double update" for all of you because i've been slacking with updates, so you all deserve this because of how patient you've been with me. i appreciate it so much🤍

but omg i had so much fun with chapter! these instagram chapters are always so fun to write. instead of writing just one moment or one vacation from yours and Joes off-season adventures, i decided to do a bunch of "posts" to show them all off :)

i hope you all enjoyed this chapter! the next chapter is full of surprises👀 (any guesses on what they could be?)

only three more left of this series ! i cant believe it.

thank you all so much for your love and support with this book. every like, reblog, comment and view means so much to me!🥰

tags: @jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover @spooky-stoner @xoxokiaraaxoxo @kkrenae @hallecarey1 @jordyn14

[kisa-ownworld]

(Part 5) My first impression of Yamabuki is finally here! We got the popular guy, the guy that kick ur ass and the little guy. oh and also the other guy idk

In Gakupuri, Sengoku's route is similar to Yuushi but MC thought he's just messing around with her so she doesn't take him seriously lol. Fun fact: this guy has the most CGs in Gakupuri (next to Fuji).

Akutsu kinda scares me in the beginning but he grows on me the more i learn more about him. I've even discovered that in Kawaura's route u get to hear Akutsu's rare laugh as he's glad to find out his childhood friend found someone he likes awwwww (which is kinda funny bcs u'll never hear that in his own route lol)

As for Dan, i kinda think it's cute how he's wearing a green headband just like Yukimura. His route ending is very cute and funny bcs he's keeping his relationship with MC a secret but everyone and the whole world knows already just by looking at them LMAO I really wanna see him get better at tennis and hopefully gets to have a match against Ryoma one day but who knows if we ever gonna see that.....

(Part 4, 6)

[simpel-is]

more moonlight shit before i get my irl shit together (idk how many more posts itll take </3)

once again, spoilers for the movie yall its pride just watch it pls, and discussion abt topics the movie touched upon

honestly my one gripe with moonlight is if it were a mini series or a tv show where the story was able to take place over multiple episodes and all of its symbolism was allowed to sink in with the audience for them to decode, literally that will be my favourite tv show and it would get a 10/10 rating from me. it felt too short (even tho it was like almost 2 hours long), or more like we weren't able to fully connect/sink in with characters other than chiron

not like i couldnt connect with kevin and paula and other chars, but moreso their stories blended a little too well into the background and if it weren't for my natural overthinking habit then i probably would've needed a couple of rewatches to fully grasp their internal struggles

that being said, as i rewatch it it somehow just keeps on getting better. i start noticing how kevin puts on a mask of confidence for his masculinity in front of others but not chiron (when they were kids he was already like that at school, ect) he gave into peer pressure to conform into what society wanted of him rather than what he wanted, and there were hints of that sprinkled through-out (though it was never said out loud)

honestly that scene with chiron and kevin at the beach has me punching air for a lot of reasons

the color white ive noticed can symbolize uncertainty or moreso innocence and softness in the movie, compared to how the color black is used to represent the tough image characters potray to hide their emotions in the beach scene, kevin wears a white shirt with chiron, showing how he's more soft whenever he's with him. but the dialogue shows how he still has his guard up, but he's trying to gauge out how soft he can truly be with chiron, how safe he is with him

but chiron is also still putting his guard up, so its 2 awkward teenagers gauging out how honest and vulnerable they can be with each other as they take small steps towards that and its SO FUCKING CUTE

also when u rlly take into consideration the color symbol, u start to notice it like EVERYWHEREE. i dont doubt some of it is for color cohesion and so the movie has a cohesive look, but things i notice like juan's outfit change during the little section,

where at the start his shirt has so many different colors he's a complicated individual with a complex past, his pants are white which match how he seems softer on the outside but his durag is black, and this might be me stretching, but i think it could represent how his mentality is that tough mindset that doesn't allow for vulnerability

meanwhile teresa's outfit is a complementary opposite when we first see her, she's wearing a black top with a white headband; she puts on a tough exterior but her mindset is softer, more kindhearted than she lets on (which again matches her behaviour when we first see her character)

when juan drives little back home, he's dressed in all black EXCEPT for a yellow inner shirt (literally i noticed it last minute rewatching), and if u saw my last post, if yellow does rlly represent that sense of familiarty, then the outfit could be like how to paula he's this tough guy that isn't soft at all but little knows inside that he and juan are close, like father and son

when juan takes little home, he wears a mainly blue shirt with red stripes; to little, he's more vulnerable with him now, with maybe hints of insecurity regarding his past identity and how he's had to make his own name

also knowing paula does drugs, rewatching the scene where the tv is gone hits HARD now that u realize she sold the tv to get money for drugs