#shes saying bc i scratched her when she asked for my help to pull out the shit she can hit me and give me a concussion???

[hyasinttis]

I'm 85 lbs my sister is 120 she hit me and shoved me full force into my brother's door anyone who thinks that's ok can fuck out of my life

[yesimwriting]

Heyy ya!! Hwo you doing? I wanted to ask maybe you can write Coriolanus x reader when he gets to district after just finishing training for pacekeepers, or maybe where his tribute just arrived to the capitol and the reader maybe says the “what does my mentor do besides bring me roses?” Line? ❤️

A/n the turn around for this was so fast for me 😭 i got excited

hi!! i love these prompts and am so glad for the excuse to write something for him 😭,, also i didn't blatantly make the reader the district 12 tribute bc i didn't want to necessarily cute lucy gray out all together, but it's clear that she's from a poorer district and that being assigned to mentor her is an insult to the Snow name,, also reader pulls a katniss and volunteers for a younger family member bc the irony of that scratches an inch in my brain

Summary: After the very public slight of being assigned to mentor a female tribute from a lower district, all Snow can think about is the uphill battle that winning the Plinth prize will now be. Until, he realizes, that he's been given the first ever district volunteer who seems to have a quality that makes people care about her.

Warnings: my first time writing for a specific character, Coriolanus's internal thoughts are a little softer than they should be at some points but i love the accidental and deeply impractical crush trope so

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Of Angels

The desperation masquerading as fierceness behind her eyes is undeniable. Coriolanus feels the way your panic, your shock as the weight of your own words dawn on you in his chest. He swallows, forcing down the feeling.

Take me--take me instead! The phrase is repeated again and again, shaky and pleading.

Something about the display, about the 12-year-old girl that desperately tries to cling to you as peace keepers push you forward, makes it hard to watch. Even worse, it makes it impossible to look away.

The first ever district volunteer. A suicide mission or a--a desperate call for attention? A decision made out of hysteria that you're already starting to regret?

He can't decide as the footage of you being ushered onto stage is played. Surely, Dr. Gaul and other Capitol officials won't find this acceptable. The concept of volunteering has always been reserved for the careers, the districts that produce well fed children that train for this. It's a way to allow them to pick their best, their strongest. It is not a way for someone to lay down their life for someone else.

"Are you saying you volunteer?"

You blink, eyes wild and bright as you openly survey the crowd. Coriolanus briefly thinks that you might attempt to take what he doubts is an actual out. You seem to be considering something before finally nodding once. The motion so stiff it makes you look smaller, like the girl whose name was originally called.

"Yes," you mumble. The softness of it is a personal accost. Your choice was made in panic, but that isn't who you are. You're not much of a performer or a fighter or even bold...you're not much of a chance at the Plinth Prize. "I-I volunteer."

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In the end, he had come because of Tigris. She had insisted that there was a way to see his tribute as more than just another face from the districts, as more human than animal.

She loves that little girl enough to die in her place. If I was her, I'd want someone to tell me that my choice meant something. I'd want someone to show that they care about me.

The words had felt dismissible at first, but the more he thought about them, the more it made sense. Panem had seen the entire thing, had seen the way that his tribute continued to comfort the younger girl even after sentencing herself to death. There's a story worthy of a show in that.

If he can convince you to go on camera, to speak of the girl, of the choice...maybe he'd have a chance at his future. And if the public support manages to help you in some way or another, that'd only be an additional benefit. You love that girl enough to die for her, maybe that means you love her enough to fight tooth and nail to live for her as well.

The train that stops at each district pulls to a stop. The doors open, releasing the sound of tributes that are learning the consequences of attempting to cause issues for the peacekeepers.

A boy he vaguely recognizes steps out, and then a younger girl. Are you one of the tributes already risking their lives in an attempt to aggravate peacekeepers? Or maybe you're cowering at the back of the train, clinging onto the safety of a familiar space.

You prove to be neither. You emerge from the train, perfectly in tact and stable.

Coriolanus parts his lips, yet no words manage to come out. You're different in person, the white you're dressed in is objectively dirtier than it was when you were reaped and yet somehow, here in the dim, gray station it feels brighter. A stray beam of sunlight breaking through a cluster of clouds. A promise that the storm will end soon and that the angels have yet to abandon the earth.

Your dress is a simple thing, loose enough to be a hand-me-down or maybe even borrowed, the lace of the skirt falling farther down your knees than it should. That paired with the ribbon scraps tied to each side of your head make you look younger and cruelly innocent.

"Hello." The blandness of his own beginning forces a burning sort of regret to take over his chest. You attentively turn, expression kind and expecting. It only makes the embarrassment he doesn't fully understand scorch him from the inside out with more violence. He's once again struck with the desire to look away and finding himself incapable of doing so. "My name is Coriolanus Snow, and I'm your mentor."

You nod, features hardening. You've pieced it all together--his appearance, what he's saying, and where you are. He's revealed himself as part of the Capitol and now you can no longer watch him with kind, accepting eyes. The look you're giving him is almost enough to make him wish he could have presented this differently.

Coriolanus extends an arm, the carefully chosen pure white rose an olive branch. You blink, eyebrows drawing together before you slowly reach out and take the flower by its stem. Your fingertips brush against his own, the warmth of your skin is so shocking he has to remind himself not to flinch.

"A mentor?" You repeat the word like your only reason for doing so is to try out the foreign word on your tongue. "Does everyone get one or am I just lucky?" You look down at the rose you're now holding. "Or has the rumor that I'm a rebellion trick spread to the Capitol?"

The last question genuinely surprises him. It shouldn't, there had been some talk about why anyone from a poor district would ever choose to go into the games. The way you and the girl you saved reacted to each other could have been staged...but Coriolanus didn't think it was enough to warrant genuine rumors. Anyone that had looked at your eyes and seen the fear in them would have known that it was sacrifice. Is sacrifice. That girl means the world to you.

"No," he starts slowly, "No, everyone gets one and no one here has any preconceptions about you."

You raise your eyebrows, making it clear that you don't believe him. No preconceptions had been a strong way to phrase things, but the urge to assure you had taken over with no warning. You then look away, glancing around to take in your surroundings.

"Then why isn't there..." You trail off, your gaze landing firmly on him. "You're not supposed to be here."

He blinks. For the first time, it feels like you're truly looking at him. His own susceptibility to your wide eyes turns his stomach. You're the one that should feel like something up for display under his stare. "No, I'm not."

The admission forces the edge of your lips to pull upwards. "Alright," you hum, "So what does my mentor do for me besides bring me roses?"

"I do my best to take care of you."

For a second, all you do is stare. He's surprised you. The realization brings him more relief than it should. "The girl who you volunteered for..."

You tilt your head downwards, hiding your expression as your fingers carefully toy with the exterior of the soft petals. "My cousin," the explanation is low, cautious, "But we uh--we're more like sisters."

An in that he doesn't even have to work for. "I understand that." You look up, not bothering to hide your confusion. Maybe you weren't expecting something so human to come out. Maybe human works for you. "During the war, we took care of each other...and then after our parents passed, we were left in the care of our grandmother."

The silence that follows is tight, straining against the sympathies you're not willing to extend to someone like him. Your lips part, and Coriolanus is disgusted by the part of him that's curious about what's going to come next.

You're pushed back with no warning. His attention snaps towards the peacekeeper who is shoving against your shoulder with more force than necessary.

"Excuse--" No reaction, no response as another peacekeeper grabs your arm. "Excuse me, I'm her--" You're being dragged away in order to be packed into another vehicle of transportation with the rest of them.

Coriolanus stays near, doing his best to never lose sight of you in the chaos. A tribute breaks free from the hold of the peacekeepers and launches his body forward. An ill thought out escape attempt. The distraction is all Coriolanus needs. This is his chance to go after you, to cement a connection that will guarantee cooperation.

It's not the distraction that gets him to move or even thoughts of the Plinth prize, it's the final flash of angel white fabric as its forced back into darkness. He rushes forward before he can overthink, entering the vehicle just as the doors shut.

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i think i might make a part 2!!

[loaksky]

i don’t celebrate thanksgiving, but could you guys imagine college!ellie taking roommate!reader home to jackson because she’d be alone for the holiday? short lil oneshot to get back into the groove of writing. do i hate this? yes.

recommended songs: alabama haint — penny and sparrow + what once was — her’s

warnings: language, a few brief mentions of family issues, suggestive content (kissing among other things) + mild sexual content, a lil misunderstanding and angst bc who am i if i don’t ??, CONFESSIONS because i’m a sloot for them. i think that’s it? not proofread ofc heh

it’s the weekend before thanksgiving, sunday to be exact, and ellie’s packing her backpack for joel’s. the energy in the the room’s a little off despite the fact that you’re normally reserved, and even though the two of you have only met this year, ellie’s learned to read you pretty well.

“you goin’ home for thanksgiving?” ellie asks absently, trying to make small talk as she rolls a sleep shirt and some pajamas haphazardly to stuff at the top of her bag.

there’s a pause that makes her brain itch before she sees the way you shake your head from where you’re hunched over a textbook at your desk.

“my family’s all over the place right now,” you answer honestly.

and ellie doesn’t know if you mean that figuratively or literally, but the lack of emotion in your voice tells her that maybe she shouldn’t pry. she can’t help it, though. because you’re her sweet and quiet roommate who’d been serious (and maybe a little scary) at first, but turned out to be a goofball with a little bit of prodding.

so seeing you like this, checked out and maybe a little stressed, ellie treads cautiously.

“so you’re gonna stay here?” she asks.

you don’t even spare her a glance.

“yeah.” your shoulders shrug. “no point in dropping so much money for a plane ticket if i’m going to be sitting home alone anyways.”

ellie makes a noise in the back of her throat and you throw look over your shoulder.

“sorry,” you offer softly, smile sheepish. “that was a little depressing.”

ellie shakes her head.

“no, i get it,” she assures you. “my family’s not really...”

you blink at her as she trails off.

“conventional? i guess?”

another quiet blankets the two of you and ellie’s speaking before she can even filter through the repercussions of her next words.

“you’re always welcome to...y’know...come with,” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “it’s not even a two hour drive.”

you hope ellie can’t tell that your cheeks are burning.

“you don’t have to, of course,” ellie blabbers. “but joel’s cool, so’s my uncle and his wife. it’d be nice, i think. and jackson’s pretty fun around this time of year...”

“i don’t wanna imp—”

ellie breathes a laugh.

“don’t,” she warns you, tips of her ears burning. “you’re more than welcome, seriously.”

it’s how you end up in the passenger seat of ellie’s old 4runner, heater on blast while sublime plays on the radio.

the car ride had consisted of ellie munching on cold fries the two of you had picked up from mcdonald’s before the interstate and you finally opening up about how your parents are divorced and how the holidays are a lot more stressful than they are pleasant.

ellie really feels for you, definitely knows the feeling losing her mom at a pretty young age and being adopted in middle school by a single, bereaved father. she tells you that they’d found each other when they needed the other the most.

and you don’t particularly know why you’re so nervous when ellie finally takes the exit off the interstate and you guys make your way through the suburbs. perhaps it’s the domesticity of meeting her family, or that you’re over a hundred miles away from familiarity, but your fingers are trembling when she turns into the neighbourhood and cozy brick homes line the frost-laden streets.

she’s pulling up and parking on the curb in front of a warm two-story that has a blue pickup truck and a gold SUV in the driveway when she notices.

“hey, hey,” she whispers, noticing the way you’re wringing your hands to stop the shaking. “you okay?”

her hands are warm when they close over yours and her thumbs is brushing over your skin soothingly.

“i’m being dumb,” you admit.

ellie’s eyes are crystal clear under the setting sun.

“don’t say that,” she says softly. “you wanna take a second?”

you swallow and shake your head.

“no, we can go,” you assure her.

she’s searching your face for any tell, but when you offer her a soft smile, she’s leaning back in her seat and nodding. before she completely pulls away, you’re stopping her.

“thanks, ellie,” you say gently. “this was really kind of you.”

she flashes you an easy smile, squeezes your hand a final time before climbing out of the car and rounding the front to help you out.

and truthfully, you realize you were nervous for nothing. because when the door swings open to reveal an older man aged with smile lines and greying hair, ellie seemingly softens infinitely.

“hey, kiddo,” he greets, crushing her in a hug so tight, she’s spluttering out a laugh.

“joel, i can’t breathe,” she wheezes.

you’re standing there awkwardly, backpack slung over your shoulder when joel finally loosens his hold on ellie and glances over her head.

“who’s this?” he asks, but the smile he wears is knowing.

“________, my roommate,” she introduces quickly, cheeks warming an awful shade of red as she begs every force above that joel won’t blow her cover.

because, okay, maybe ellie’s talked about you on the phone way more times than she’d care to admit out loud. talked about how intimidating you were at first, then graduated to talking about how you were actually so cool. and maybe she’d brought up the fact that she thought you were pretty. like...super pretty. and that maybe she was crushing a teensy bit.

“nice to meet you,” joel replies simply, sparing ellie this time around.

you let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto, offering a smile that makes ellie wonder if she’ll survive the week with you in such a new proximity.

“nice to meet you, too,” you almost whisper, relaxing as he reaches for the backpack slung over your shoulder.

“here, let me take this for you,” he says.

and it doesn’t take you long to realize where ellie gets it from. her kind spirit and fierce yet gentle heart. joel is soft-spoken, a little rough around the edges, but a warm energy that radiates through the home he’s made for himself and ellie.

it makes infinitely more sense enter tommy and maria, her uncle and aunt who tell you the silliest stories about the starry-eyed girl in her youth over dinner. who bring out her boisterous laughter when they sing old 80’s music over dishes and evening TV.

“your family’s so cool,” you say in awe, wrapped in one of her coats she’d dug out of the closet under the stairs.

you’re nursing a mug of hot chocolate that steams in the icy air of jackson on her back porch.

ellie breathes out a little laugh.

“they’re something,” she jokes, watching you over the rim of her mug.

you make her heart thud hard in her chest as she takes you in, bundled in pieces of her that make her think that she wouldn’t mind making you hers.

“i miss times like these,” you whisper.

ellie shifts closer, catching you by surprise when her thumb swipes over the curve of your top lip.

“sorry,” she hums quietly. “you had...uh...”

you let out a hollow laugh and shake your head, tell her that it’s fine as a silence blankets the two of you.

“i’m glad you like them,” ellie admits softly. “sometimes i get a little self-conscious because, y’know, everyone expects a nuclear family and...”

“i’d take this any day,” you assure her, and the true implication of your words is latent, but something hopeful pricks her tummy.

i’d take this any day...with you.

and locking eyes with you usually scares her, usually makes her queasy with nerves because there’s always something searing in your gaze, but it’s like you see each other for the first time, no barriers.

ellie’s so close she can feel the warmth of your body coiling and drawing her in. her breath’s caught in her throat as she chances a glance at your mouth and her own lips begin to tingle.

she’s on the brink of asking if she can kiss you, but the back door is sliding open and two familiar faces are surfacing.

“williams!”

ellie’s daze melts away as she shifts to put distance between the two of you at the arrival of her friends.

“jess!” she calls. “dina!”

the moment clings heavy, but ellie writes it off. maybe she’s jumping the gun, reading too much into tender moments. it’s colored on your face, though, as she stands to meet her friends halfway, that the two of you are tethered and you feel it too.

ellie’s friends are another reflection of her character. they take you under their wings in the days leading up to the holiday with jesse teaching you to ride his minibike and dina telling you stories of their childhood while excitedly painting your nails pretty shades of autumnal colors because both jesse and ellie vehemently decline.

joel graciously relinquishes his kitchen to the four of you the day before thanksgiving. lets you guys gather around and bake an array of different desserts for tomorrow’s dinner over a few beers and winecoolers.

perhaps ellie’s a lightweight, you come to find, when she’s a lot more giggly and rosy-cheeked than she’d ever let anyone see. she’s feeling a little bubbly and you definitely don’t help the fact when you gaze upon her so fondly as you smear away the streaks of flour across her cheek.

jesse and dina are merely observers, watching with knowing grins as ellie practically melts against your touch.

and as the desserts cool on the kitchen island and the two of see jesse and dina out, ellie can’t keep her hazy eyes off of you. the two of you vote on a movie and she’s taking her usual seat in the right corner of the couch. it starts out with the two of you on opposite ends, but as the film plays, the space between you and ellie diminishes and she swears you can hear the way her heart’s pounding behind her ribcage with your ear pressed to her chest.

it’s uncharted territory considering ellie’s never been big on physical touch and she can’t even be sure that there's anything there, but you have to know. ellie’d mentioned past girlfriends, wasn’t really subtle when it came to wandering eyes on campus, hell, she’d even—

suddenly your arm’s tightening around the narrow of her waist and you’re nestling impossibly closer and christ, ellie can’t help herself when the coarse pads of her fingertips brush your jaw to catch your attention.

your gaze is illuminated by pixels and there’s a hitch in your breathing as you search her features for any hesitation. it’s long gone, you find, when ellie’s mouth is slotting yours, lips warm and tongue still flavored with sparkling wine.

ellie kisses like you’re air and she needs you to breathe. it’s almost embarrassing, way her body reacts to your proximity, how hot she us under the collar and achey as you move to straddle her. her fingertips are skimming down your spine, past the small of your back to take a—

your teeth sinking in the plump of her bottom lip and the way your soft palms find purchase against the rigid expanse of her tattooed abdomen is sobering. has her bony fingers cupping the flesh of your jaw.

“wait, wait,” she whispers, chest heaving and breaths shallow as she looks up at you.

the dust is starting to settle and you take in ellie’s kiss-bitten lips, swollen and slick. her pupils are blown wide, sweater riding up to reveal reddened flesh like you’ve branded her. you lean back.

“fuck,” you whisper. “fuck, i’m so sorry.”

ellie’s mouth is drying.

“why are you sorry?” she whispers.

you seem to chew on your words, eyes teary and expression scared.

“why are you sorry?” ellie repeats, not caring enough to mask the hitch in her voice as she pries.

“you’re always so fucking good to me, ellie,” you whimper. “you’re a great roommate and an even better friend and—”

ellie blows out a deep sigh, falls slack against the cushions as she levels you with an indiscernible look in her eye.

“don’t do that,” she breathes.

“ellie.”

“c’mon, you know me better than that,” she says, tone tinged with annoyance. “you don’t have to let me down easy. you can be honest.”

and color you confused because how couldn’t she fathom that you’ve fallen and head first at that? she’s reading it all wrong, you realize, when defeat shutters over her pretty face.

“i—”

the floorboards outside the den creak and ellie’s pushing you off just as the door squeaks open to reveal joel’s aging face.

he reads the room a moment, decides to blow by the sheen in your eyes and ellie’s rigid posture.

“tommy and maria are leaving, kiddo,” he says. “if you wanna say bye.”

ellie nods, stands and leaves you in the television-illuminated room.

you realize she won’t come back for you when the telltale sound of the front door closes and the stairs seem to groan under her weight.

it’s half past two in the morning when you slip from the den, glass of water condensating on a coaster as you try to collect yourself on the screened-in deck out back.

the icy chill stings your lungs, makes you gulp in breath after breath. the night’s starting to dawn you, the gravity of the situation overwhelming you enough to choke.

“fuck,” you whisper, that familiar feeling of dread squeezing your chest.

meanwhile, ellie can’t sleep. has been staring at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom for the past two and a half hours. you’re all she can think of. pliant curves of your body settling over hers to fit like you two were made for each other, the smell of your subtle perfume, the taste of your mouth.

and she wants to be annoyed, angry at the fact, but she’d brought you all the way here, extricated you from your comfort zone and showed you parts of her she wouldn’t dream of revealing to anyone else.

she recalls the resignation in your tone on the drive up, how you’d divulged the dysfunction of your family and the troubles you carried with you as a result. it’d be your first holiday with someone other than yourself for a while and she’d be damned if it soured because she couldn’t push her feelings aside.

the tv’s off and the blanket’s folded when she musters up enough courage to enter the den again, heart sinking to her ass when she slides back into the kitchen and finds that the sliding door to the back deck is cracked ever so slightly.

she’s seen you in a lot of ways these past eleven-odd months she’s known you, but she’s never seen you like this, hands over your heart and chest heaving like you’re trying to ground yourself.

when your watery gaze swings to her, ellie’s melting, cushion sinking as she settles next to you.

“sorry,” you whisper shakily. “i don’t—”

ellie’s shifting to face you, arms winding around your shoulders as one hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.

“let’s talk about it later,” ellie offers softly. “we can just go to bed for now and—”

“i really, really like you, ellie,” you say in one breath, and it has her body locking up, the audible catch of her inhale sounding near your ear.

“but?”

“no buts,” you admit. “just that i don’t want you to think that i kissed you because you’re being nice to me. well, i guess you’re always nice to me. it’s one of the reasons why i…”

and ellie doesn’t mean to tune you out, but you’re so fucking cute and so sweet and she shouldn’t have doubted you or herself because you’re hiccuping and shivering and—

you taste better the second time around. now ellie’s a little less unsure, still a little nervous because you’re the first girl to make her feel like this and she doesn’t want the bubble she’s built around the two of you in this corner of her little world to burst, but kissing you feels so right.

she’s dragging you back inside, past the den and up the stairs, and maybe the two of you do things you shouldn’t in her twin size bed in her childhood room when her dad’s only a few walls away, but she can’t help herself. not when you’ve always been an arm’s length away and she can finally have you.

it isn’t until the two of you lay under the dim glimmer of the glow-in-the dark stars pasted to her ceiling, her face pressed in your neck, that she says it.

“i really, really like you, too,” she whispers. “i realized i didn’t say it back.”

but it’s not like she needs to. you knew that already.

neng ©️2023

[frogchiro]

can I request thots on hybrid coyote graves and maybe a sweet little farmer who dotes on him- she legit gives him food and scratches all the time thinking he's a dog because of how sweet he is to her- plot twist he's just being polite cuz he's in love and is ready to mate her anytime she bends over 💕 bonus points if she's totally receptive and that makes him go feral

I think you'd like my cottage core!Reader au I did a while back!! Bc it's basically what you described, just Coyote!Philip being the biggest menace to poor reader who just wants to live her quaint and calm life in her cottage surrounded by forests and rolling fields of green, but suddenly this loud, cocky coyote hybrid appeared!

He may be loud with his howls and yowls and keeping you up at night but that are just his mating calls! He wants you to know he's an eligible coyote male, very strong and virile and that he's ready to mate with you! And he has to let you know too!

But you never hold that against him, bless your heart. You can never say no to those big blue eyes and the charming, toothy smile he sends your way. He's older but very handsome in a rogue-ish, rugged way. And he's very friendly and chatty too! Swings by your cottage every day to chat with you and spending the whole day with you (sometimes the night too, unknowingly to you he sometimes sleeps in your garden) and sometimes he comes bearing gifts! They range from berries to dead birds he hunted for you to fluffy warm pelts and blankets for the harsh winters here! (You don't ask how he got the last one)

And after all his efforts you can't just not try and repay him :(( Philip wants to prove he is a great provider and can and will take care of you (and any possible pups you produce) so you make delicious jam from the berries he gathered that you later put into those cookies he loves snacking on and you use the birds he hunted and the vegetables from your garden to make rich, nutricious meals for the hybrid and he is yet to turn a single one of them down <3

As for the pelts and blankets they come in handy when a harsh winter hits and you're scrambling to put together a fire in the fireplace to warm yourself and your home and assemble what is basically a pillow fort in your bed to warm yourself....But you couldn't help but worry about Phil. You know he has his den in the woods and that the pelt on his back and chest give him some warmth but this winter is worse than any you've seen and you worry about your hybrid companion, what if he freezes to death?

You were about to dress yourself and go out looking for him to invite him but luck was on your side and the hybrid male came to you first! He had his charming smile as always as he nonchalantly asked if he could warm himself up in your cottage and despite his bravado, you could see that the man was freezing cold so you immediately pulled him inside and basically stated that he is going to be staying with you for the rest of the winter and you won't take no for an answer.

Of course Philip was elated to hear it! For him this was basically a proposal and before long you two were snuggled under the warm furs and blankets Phil gave you (not before he insistently rubbed himself on your entire bed to 'scent it thoroughly'), falling asleep blissfully except for your hot blush as you felt the hot and hard pressure between your thighs and the blonde's panting and whines :((

[archangeldyke-all]

one thing i really love about sevika is that she’s reserved but she doesn’t mince words and always says what she means. soooooo what about sevika who cannot shut up when she’s fucking you buuuut it’s all practically incoherent bc of how good you make her feel?

yesssssss!!!!! i also got this ask too so i'm gonna combine them:

idk how to describe this fantasy but pls pls pls can you make sevika to carry reader against the wall and fuck hard w her strap!!!

men and minors dni

"'m home, babe!" sevika calls. you blink your eyes open, rising from the bed where you'd been napping, a smile coming across your lips. finally, you think as you race out of bed into the living room where sevika's hanging up her poncho.

at the sight of you, she seemingly melts. her shoulders fall, a long sigh leaves her chest, and in two long strides she's wrapping you up into a warm, bone-crushing hug. you hum and wrap your arms around her, pressing kisses against her neck.

"how was your day?" you ask. sevika's busy taking deep inhales against your neck, soaking up the smell of you. "sev?" you ask. she grunts against your neck.

"horrible." you pull away only far enough so you can cup her face in your hands.

"poor baby." you say, gently kissing her pouting lower lip. she hums. "how can i help you? want dinner? could draw you a bath... back massage?" you offer, gently scratching at sevika's scalp. she smirks, her hands trailing down to fondle your ass. you chuckle.

"could let me fuck you against this wall." she says.

fuck, she's always saying shit like that. always saying exactly what she's thinking with no hesitation, no embarrassment, and grinning at your flustered reactions.

she chuckles, her mouth three inches from yours as she watches your eyes widen and your jaw drop as you gasp. she swoops down to kiss you, sliding her tongue into your open mouth and moaning as your tongue meets hers. she slowly backs you up until you're pressed against the wall, shoving one of her thighs between yours.

"well?" she grunts, her hands at your hips grinding you against her thigh. you chuckle.

"dunno baby. you seem pretty tired from work. are sure you can hold me up for that lo--ah!" you screech as sevika rolls her eyes and hoists you up, wrapping your thighs around her waist and pinning you to the wall. she chuckles at you as you scramble to cling onto her.

"well?" she asks again, grinding against your cunt with small little circles. you shudder. "wanna watch your cunt drip around my cock, honey, 's that okay?" she mumbles, her eyes pinned onto where her clothed hips are grinding against the thin fabric of your underwear. you squeak against her at her words. she grins, her eyes snapping up to look at your face.

"sev." you whine. "come on." you say. she chuckles.

"hold on, honey." she says. you cling onto her as one of her arms releases your ass to pull her pants down, her cock springing free as she pulls your panties to the side. she grinds her cock against your dripping folds, her free hand coming back up to hold you securely. "fuck. you're drippin' already." she grunts. you whimper.

"missed you today." you say in explanation. sevika groans, her dick catching on your rim momentarily.

"fuckin' missed you too." she whispers. "c-can i--?"

"please, sev, fuck." you say, nodding. she grunts, and in one clean thrust, she's sliding her cock into your cunt to the hilt.

you both gasp. sevika whimpers and you shiver against the wall. "your cunt's just-- fuck." she grunts. "fuckin' perfect." she says. it's all you get from her before she's smashing her lips against yours and pounding into you.

her hips are repeatedly smacking against your ass, the loud clapping is the only sound in the apartment beside your whimpers and sevika's aborted curses. between the intermittent kisses she's pressing against your lips, she's got her forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing against each other's mouths.

as good as she is at dirty talk, once she's inside you she's an incoherent mess.

"i'm gonna-- shit." sevika grunts. "fuck, fuck, fuck." she whispers. you gasp against her.

"what, baby?" you tease. she groans, clawing her nails into your ass.

"gonn-ah!" she whimpers when you clench around her cock. she glares at you and you smirk.

"y're so cute sev." you whisper. "too needy for this pussy to talk, huh?" you tease. she scowls at you.

"i'm not, you just-- fuck!" she huffs, burying her face into your neck. you giggle against her. "shut up!" she growls. she's bouncing you on her cock, using you like a fucktoy, letting out little whimpers and whines against your throat as she nips and kisses it.

"'s okay baby. you don't gotta talk to fuck me right. shit, you're gonna make me cum!" you gasp. sevika groans.

"y-yes." she whimpers against your neck. "on me, please, cum on my cock, i need it, honey, i need--"

"shit, sev, don't stop--"

"not gonna, not gonna, 's okay,"

"fuck!" you scream. sevika chuckles and bites your throat as you cum around her cock. she keeps fucking you through it, giggling and smiling against your throat.

"good girl." she grunts. you tug her hair as you gasp.

"you close?" you whimper out as sevika continues to pound into you. she grunts and nods and you smile, clenching your cunt around her cock as best as you can. "inside me." you demand. sevika whimpers, her grip on your ass tightening even more.

"shut--"

"come on, baby, cum inside me. knock me up, get me pregnant." you moan into her ear. she whimpers.

"shut the fuck--"

"breed me, sev. this pussy's all yours." you whisper.

sevika cums with a shout and a shocked look on her face as she fills you up. you smile in pleasure, running your hands through her hair as she gasps and twitches below you. you chuckle as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her and she glares at you.

"fucker." she grunts. you giggle.

"'s so hot how needy you get for me." you say with a smile. she chuckles.

"wanted to make you cum again before i did." she complains. you giggle and kiss her.

"i know. but i like seeing your o-face." you tease. sevika huffs a laugh as she gently sets you back onto the floor. she pulls out of you and chuckles as she watches her cum slide down your thighs.

"come on. gonna take you to the bedroom and lick you clean. 'm not done with you tonight." sevika grunts as she tugs you away from the wall. you giggle and wrap your arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"i love you." you say. she smiles sweetly, all the lust in her eyes evaporating as a toothy grin takes over her face.

"i love you too." she says.

"i love how stupid you get when you're inside me." you add on. sevika groans and rolls her eyes, then stoops down to hoist you over her shoulder and carry you to the bedroom. you squeal and giggle the whole way.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

[kairiscorner]

okokk hear me OUT, you know that movie jennifer check by megan fox?? the succubus demon that loves to seduce men and trick them inti having sex with her before she eats them? can you imagine her snd miguel?? like idk maybe the team thought that she’d be a great addition and also bc she ‘promised’ to be good but miguel’s like ??!?! fuck no that bitch maybe hot but she kills men and bat shit crazy yet one single look at her and he melted like a goddamn puddle

HI, oh yo...... reader sounds kinda hot ngl, i volunteer to be seduced and eaten ✋ I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x succubus!reader

summary: you were dangerous, awfully dangerous–but you were powerful and a great asset to have in the spider society. the only one opposed to your addition to the team was him, who was way of every move you were gonna make here in HQ. but of course... he's only human, partially human, at least–he's weak when it comes to you, but he'll never admit it. word count: 679 a/n: might make an nsfw version of this on my sideblog HEHE this is pretty sfw for the most part, just some suggestive content below the cut, so be warned

"you've got a lot of spunk for someone that can easily be killed when you don't get fed. for such a... pathetic creature..." miguel trailed off as he felt your fingers creeping up on his broad chest, his gaze never leaving yours as you purred in a low voice and inched closer and closer to him. miguel gulped back the lump in his throat and coughed a little to compose himself. "...a pathetic creature that steals lives doesn't... have any place in my elite for–" "do i have a place in your bed, then?" you asked him in a suggestive whisper, with miguel gasping silently and taking in a deep breath, holding it in as you leaned closer towards him with a wide grin on your face.

"i'm talking to you." miguel said in a stern voice as you giggled, tracing over the curve of his waist. he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to his face, with his eyes going red as he glared at you with an evident frown. "you won't feed on me. i know what you're doing, and it's not gonna work." he seethed as he tried to keep his composure, but you were more cunning than him. you leaned over to him and planted a kiss on his nose, which he grumbled at... but released your wrist from his grasp. you didn't pull away from him, however, you instead sauntered over to him even closer and breathed down his neck; which... he really did not hate.

miguel shuddered as he felt you press your lips against his neck, feeling his face all the way down to his shoulders get hotter and hotter. he shut his eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows together in a frustrated manner. he was frustrated with how gwen and peter b took you in despite the danger you posed, how he now has to deal with you, how... how well your charms worked on him before the real seduction began. he was frustrated with how much you're making him want you.

"tell me..." you muttered as you placed your hands on his chest and gazed at him with a burning desire in your eyes, a dangerous, fiery desire dancing in your pupils. "...are you going to be good for me?" you asked him, and despite every single voice in his mind telling him to say no, no to your temptation, no to your seduction... "...yes." miguel uttered as you brought your lips closer to his own, your fangs baring as you chuckled. "good boy..." you whispered as miguel leaned closer to meet you halfway–when he suddenly lunged forward, baring his own longer, sharper fangs, and pinned you against the ground. you hissed as his weight kept you on the floor, his face only inches away from yours. you scratched at him, but he didn't let up. "look at me." he uttered as you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "don't ever think... i'm that easy to fool." he said as his nose brushed against yours, his red eyes bearing into yours. "do i make myself clear?"

you slowly nodded as miguel's grip on you lightened, and he retracted his fangs. he pulled away and got off you not long after and went back over to his platform to monitor the multiverse. "i'd love to play with you again sometime, miggy." you said in a teasing tone as you strut out of his office, with him not sparing you a second glance or another word. "you thought that was super hot, didn't you?" lyla asked him teasingly. "keep tabs on her movements." miguel ordered her as she raised an eyebrow. "why, so you can ask her to–" "i'm not gonna ask her for any favors." "not even...?" "...at least not yet." miguel finished as the warmth in his whole upper body from you charming him up remained, and he just can't shake it off on his own. he'd be keeping an eye on you from now on... a very, very close eye on you from now on.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok

[1eoness]

Request?

I need Leon starting to date a girl with curly hair and he LOVES her curls and tries to learn how to style them

i'm not sure how you want me to format this im sorry so i'll just write like a list of hcs GRRRRRRR but i love the curly hair stuff HEHHEEHHE

content: fluffy leon kennedy with fem curly-haired! reader

synopsis (?) : leon kennedy has a curly-haired girlfriend :3

-leon's hair has ALWAYS been straight ash so when he saw you and the way you took care of your curl he was like woah :0

-it's like a level of enlightenment to him lol (jk)

-this man will always look at you while he has the chance so you can expect him to pick up on your routines. sometimes he'll be present in the bathroom while you're doing your little hair pampering routine and he's like 'so what's that?' and points at a bottle and u have to explain it to him LMAO

-no matter what the length (hell you could be bald) leon loves your head because 1. it holds your pretty lil face 2. your HAIR

-and idk i just have a general hunch that this man just loves carding his fingers through your hair or your head a lot (as you can notice from my first works lol)

-and leon is MESMERIZED by your curls everytime. whenever leon is standing behind you at a queue or waiting for you to finish doing something, like say putting your makeup on, his hands will absentmindedly bounce on the ends of your curls and just watch them go boioioiioioing

-there was a time when you were at a night bar with leon and some other friends. you guys were sat on stools and your back was turned to him while you were conversing with your friend, and leon just kept bouncing the ends of your curly locks because it's like a satisfying fidget to him.

-he loves the shape, the texture, the way it feels in his fingers (especially when he pulls on it in bed oops im sorry hehe)

-and tbh what can i say? leon likes taking care of you and that can apply to different parts of your everyday life; before you go to sleep he reminds you to take your vitamins, and whenever you come home and he's there he will undo your shoelaces :3. but he will NEVER forget to brush your hair (especially if it's long as hell, he knows ur arms probably get tired brushing through it and applying product through it)

-if you were bashful at first and said it was okay, he insisted with a lighthearted and joking tone. he's like 'i got the strength for this c'mon gimme that brush NEOWWW'

-HE WILL PRINCESS YOU LIKE THIS SASSY PRINCESS OF A MAN WILL PRINCESS U

leon loves to approach his pretty girl while she's perched in front of the mirror. he sees you brushing your wet curly locks and, silently, walks up to you from behind. he's a rather silent man right now while he takes your hairbrush from your hands, your arm slowly stopping its brushing motions as you looked up at his reflection; him being behind you while his eyes are downcast to your locks. "and where's my love going?" he asks with a mild tease. he knows you're going out somewhere because you seem to smile a little more when you're anticipating some plans. you giggled while feeling leon gently brush your hair with tenderness. maybe by narration it sounds obscure, but he adores the back of your hair while you're rambling about your day so far and where you're heading off to next. "so she's a busy girl. hm?" leon grins slightly, eyes locked onto your soft hair while he helps in spreading moisturizing product (rather expensive product that leon willingly paid for u bc, well, he loves you like that) on your hair in moderate amounts, being careful not to accidentally pull your head back or something lol. his fingers tread and work caringly— and he even scratches his fingertips on your scalp lightly and briefly to top it off ♡ he continues the rest of the brief conversation with his thumb gently stroking your wispy baby hairs, and you're just so cute to him he just wants to eat u tbh

-and whether you want him to put some lil bows, ribbons, clips or extensions in it is up to you. you probably have an array of hair accessories and leon memorizes all of them. he knows when one is new and which ones are the ones you've always had in your dresser/vanity.

-speaking of, leon LOVES seeing you accessorize your hair. beads, hairclips, anything that furtherly charms your pretty hair literally makes him melt you have this man in an entirely different state of matter atp he just loves you sm argghh. one time you let him put some little butterfly clips in your hair after teaching him how they're clipped on and you had leon WHIPPED the entire time in front of that vanity ♡

-omfg and leon does this thing where whenever he's hugging or cuddling you from behind, he nuzzles his face in the back of your head and start inhaling your hair like you're some sort of freshly-washed pillow. it tickles a little for you and he can feel your frame repulsing or squirming in his arms but leon doesnt rlly care lol (he's kinda sorry)

-i feel like leon has more of a tendency to ruffle your curly hair if it's short, maybe like above shoulder length or something.

[lucienne-my-beloved]

really silly idea: Rose is annoyed at Lucienne for... some unknown reason... and decides to do something a bit petty: turns every book across two entire racks of shelves so the spines face inward, then dreams up a sign that reads 'mystery section, happy hunting'. The really funny part is bc Rose did this with her mind in the Dreaming, her Endless blood means that no matter how many times Lucienne fixes it, it just reverts back to what Rose did- only she, or Dream, can fix it, and *he* thinks it's funny.

Ooh, great prompt! I started it, and I'll give you what I've got, and hopefully I'll finish it one day!

Lucienne huffed impatiently. The books were backwards again. What the fuck was going on? She turned them around again—acknowledging the futility of it didn’t mean she could help her urge to see the library tidy before she left the section. 

“My Lord,” she began the next time Morpheus wandered by her desk in the library, “do you know anything about the new ’mystery section’?” When he looked confused, she clarified. “The section of Agatha Christie’s unpublished novels keep turning around so the edge is facing out. No matter how many times I fix them, the next day they are backwards again.”

“Ah. Yes.”

“That’s all? Just yes? Can you fix it?”

“I can. But I won’t.”

Lucienne was even more confused now.

“You won’t? Have I offended you in some way, my Lord?”

“It is not I whom you have offended, Lucienne.”

“Who is it, then?”

But he just smirked, and wandered off again.

Lucienne put her head in her hands. Apparently, this was going to take some sleuthing.

—

The next time she spotted Matthew flying through, she flagged him down.

“Matthew! Do you have a moment?”

“Sure, Boss lady! What’s up?” He flapped down to perch on a low shelf, incidentally right across from the cantankerous shelf. Well. Not so incidentally, because she spent more time than she ought to standing in front of it and scratching her head (metaphorically, of course). 

“It’s these books. I can’t get them to stay facing forward. Lord Morpheus said that perhaps I have offended someone. Do you know of anyone who would have reason to play a prank on me?”

“A prank on you?! No! Why would someone do that?”

“I don’t know, that’s the problem!” Lucienne wasn’t wailing, she would never raise her voice in the library. That was her story, and she was sticking to it. “If you hear of anything, will you tell me?”

“So, you want me to spy for you as well as Lord Morpheus?” Matthew tilted his head from side to side, fixing her with his beady raven eyes.

“No! That’s not…” Lucienne paused so she wouldn’t dig herself further in. “I don’t want you to spy for me. Just, as a friend, let me know if you come across anything?”

“Sure, sure, I was just teasing you. I’ll let you know if I hear anything. Good luck with that!” As he flew off, Lucienne was almost sure she heard raven laughter.

—

“Mervyn, do you know anyone I might have offended lately? Someone seems to be pulling a prank on me.”

Mervyn paused his installation of a new set of shelves for Tiktok videos and turned to consider her.

“Shit, no, Loosh. You do good work. Only a fool would fuck with you.”  

“Well, that’s reassuring to hear, but doesn’t help me solve the mystery.”

“Huh.” Merv scratched his head (not metaphorically). “Well, I’ll tell you if I see anything suspicious.”

“Thanks, Mervyn.” This was never going to be resolved, Lucienne despaired as Mervyn turned back to his work.

—

The Dreaming didn’t have day and night, necessarily, but Lucienne had found that if she kept track of Hob Gadling’s schedule, she could occasionally take a night off to spend with Gault. This morning, she was lying with her head comfortably on Gault’s shoulder, putting off getting up and facing the mystery in the library for one more day. 

“What’s the matter, love?” Gault suddenly asked.

“What? Why would you say that? Nothing’s wrong.” Lucienne nuzzled her face into Gault’s breast, but it was too obvious that she was avoiding her eyes. Gault tipped her chin up so Lucienne couldn’t avoid her eyes.

“Nonsense. Most mornings you are raring to go back to your precious books, but this morning you keep giving heavy sighs and tucking back into my arm. Tell me what’s wrong, love.”

Lucienne closed her eyes in chagrin. She hadn’t meant to be so obvious.

“You’re right. It’s the books in the Agatha Christie unpublished section. They are facing backwards, and every time I right them, they turn back around again. The only one I can think of who could do that is Lord Morpheus, but he says it isn’t him. He suggested that perhaps I have offended someone, but wouldn’t tell me who.

I can’t figure out who it is, and by this point, I feel like the whole castle is laughing at me.”

“Oh love, I’m sure everyone isn’t laughing at you.” But Gault couldn’t quite hide the twinkle in her eyes and the smirk tucked in the corner or her lips from Lucienne.

“Oh you!” Lucienne laughed and Gault joined her. Truly, laughing about it made the mystery feel so much lighter. Not that Lucienne wasn’t still going to solve it. 

“Oh! Oh, I know! You should ask Unity. She has her pulse on the social situation in the Dreaming.”

“Gault! That’s a great idea!” Now that she had a plan, Lucienne was finally ready to face the day. She reached up to kiss Gault one last time, and then they rolled out of bed in their coordinated morning dance. It was so nice to share space with someone familiar and beloved.

—

“Thank you for inviting me for tea, Lucienne.” Unity settled gracefully into the chair opposite Lucienne’s and took the tea cup Lucienne handed her. 

“Thank you for coming. I admit, I have an ulterior motive for inviting you today.”

[itsmebytch001]

y/n sneaking and taking aarons car to learn how to drive bc he wont teach her (with a friend that knows how to) and getting caught? i was thinking earth 42 bc miles probably has a motorcycle to chase them down (bc instead of getting out n getting in trouble they jusr drive off full speed)

(I Love this one)

You and Aaron were in a circle, when you asked him 'Dad can you teach me how to drive?' He would say 'yes' but weeks would pass and you still could not bee trusted behind the wheel, then when you would ask for lessons he would say no, because 'why should I pay for them when I could just teach you?' And when you pressed him to actually teach you, or for Miles too he would hit you with the 'We don't have time to teach you!'

So finally you had enough, enough of waiting for your Dad, or Miles to get off their ass and teach you, so you inlisted the help of Musa, her father had been vigilante on teaching her on driving since he was sick of shoeffering her places, drilling the road code into her like a second langue, and now that both Aaron and Miles had left the house, and the car you called her up for assistance.

Calling Musa Harada...

ring

ring

Musa: "hey"

Y/n: "Hi hi...so you know how you can drive?"

Mus: "Just about, yeah why you need going some place?"

Y/n: "No, not yet anyways I was just wondering if you'd be willing to teach me"

Musa: "Can't, Dad's off on buisnesse and took the car"

Y/n: " What about my Dad's car?"

Musa: "Your Dad's car?"

Y/n: "Yeah, who else?"

Musa: "Knowing how your Dad dotes that thing? If we took it out and even got one scratch I think he'd kill us both!"

Y/n: "Yeah...But if your even a half decent teaching I won't get any scratches and all will be fine!"

Musa: " But what if I'm a bad teacher and we crash?"

Y/n: "Are you a bad teacher?"

Musa: "I don't know Iv'e never teached anyone how to drive"

Y/n: "Well now's your chance!"

Musa: "...What's in it for me?"

Y/n: "$250 and Egyptian leftovers!"

Musa: "I'll be over in a hour!"

End of call...

And just as she said Musa was over by your window in a hour, letting her in as her long black hair whisked past your face she asked you...

Musa: "Where are my leftovers?"

Y/n: "In the kitchen damm"

So while Musa stuffed her face and her pockets while you sat beside her on the coach.

Musa: "So how are we getting in your Dad's car?"

You pulled out the shiny key and dangled it in front of her.

Y/n: "Swiped his keys"

Musa: "And he didn't notice? Odd"

Y/n: "I know right? I thought for sure he was gonna catch me but his mind's been else where"

Musa: "Why donsen't your Dad teach you?"

Y/n: "He keeps saying he will but I know he won't, it's a mix of him being busy, and not wanting to admit to himself I'm not a child"

Musa: "Look at you, little therapist"

Y/n: "I know right? You finished with your food?"

Musa: "yeah" She said wiping her lip and dusting herself off as you both made your way out the house and down the fire escape and into the neighbouring ally where at the end of the alley under a rouge tarp was Aarons vintage black Cadillac, his pride and joy after you of course that he had imported from Cuba that he had worked on and off for the past however many years.

Musa: "You sure you wanna do this?"

Y/n: "...Yeah"

Musa: "That sounded very unsure..." she said hands on hips and eye brow raised.

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah whatever"

And once you and Musa got into the car, turned on the engine and pulled out the alley she softly instructed you to press on the accelerator, only for the car to jolt forward once, stop entirley and then start again, only now it took over itself, speeding down the road at 70 an hour.

Musa: "TAKE YOUR FOOT OF THE FUCKING GAS!"

But your foot was already off the gas, your hands weren't even on the wheel but still car kept going straight so fast everything seemed a blur.

Y/n: "I HAVE!!" Musa looked over to see your feet weren't anywhere near the gas pedal.

Musa: "HIT THE BREAKS! HIT THE BREAKS!"

But once you did the car simply kept going, faster and faster with Musa leaning over and swerving the wheel to avoid civillians both of you screaming hysterically as the car took a life of it's own only for Musa to take the wheel to avoid ant fatality's.

Musa: "MOVE!!" She screamed as she swerved the car out of the way of an old woman slowly being shuffled across the road, the war drifts around her while Musa pushes her legs in front of your's to try and stop the car pressing on the breaks only for it to keep going, pressing on the horn again and again to ward people off while you were squished into the window making room for Musa.

Needless to say your reckless driving caught the attention of the Police, you saw their red and blue lights in the side view mirrors and growingly large cars come closer as they sped closer. You heard there groaning siren and the sound of speaker came on.

PD NY Pull Over!!

Musa: "WERE TRYING!!" She screamed out the window obvioulsy not being heard as they continued to chase.

As the car made it's way down road and down under the bridge Musa while trying to avoid people had stuck several other cars thankfully not seriously hurting anyone.

Y/n: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Musa: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CAR?!" She yelled pressing the break again and again while looking down at her feet.

Y/n: "Musa! Watch out!" Musa looked up to see she was around drive off a ten foot drop, but instead swerved the car into a bridge piller, finally bringing it to a stop, the air bags kick in while you both slammed your heads into the air cushions.

PD NY COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!

And so, while both concussed and deeply shaken you emergred from the reck alive and with your hands up...

While you and Musa sat in jail with ice packs for your swollen heads you apologized again and again to her for almost killing you both with Aarons strange car, you requested a phone call, meanwhile Aaron had just gotten home.

He opened the door where he would usually see you on the couch, or in your room but the house was empty, he called out for you.

Aaron: "Y/n...Ay Y/n you home...?" Only to be met with nothing.

ring

ring

Aaron picked up the phone with no caller id.

You are reciving a call from PDNY Brooklyn's 99th brough holding center from 'Y/n Davis' Press one to answer..

Y/n: "Da-"

Aaron: "What have you done?"

Y/n: "Hiiii Dad...So you know how you wouldn't teach me to drive?"

Aaron: "Jesus christ Y/n..."

Y/n: "So me and Mus-"

Musa poked you in the back.

Musa: "Don't drag me into this"

Y/n: "But you were there!"

Musa: "This is your fault!"

Y/n: "Yeah yeah" You turned away from Musa and back to the phone.

Y/n: "Uhhh, So We took out the car..."

Aaron: "As in My Cadillac?"

Y/n: "Yeah...and we might have, I might have crashed it into a bridge pillar"

Aaron: "WHAT?! I..I Oh My God, are you okay, is Musa okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah were oka-"

Aaron: "Than WHAT were you THINKING?! You took out my car and crashed it? Did you break in?!!"

Y/n: "Nooo...I swiped your keys"

Aaron: "Oh my God...Y/n why WHY would you do that?! "

Y/n: "It's not my fault it crashed, it literally would not stop going!"

Aaron: "Y/n...I don't DRIVE that car because THE BREAKS DO NOT WORK!"

Y/n: "Yeah I figured that out! Why do you still have it?!"

Aaron: "FOR COLLECTION!"

Y/n: "Why would you collect a car?"

Aaron: "Where is it now?"

Y/n: "what?"

Aaron: "The CAR!"

Y/n: "Oh uh...I think it's been in pounded"

Aaron: "Oh My God...Oh my god Y/n I can't with you right now-"

Y/n: "But Da-"

Call ended

Musa: "So?"

Y/n: "He hanged up!"

Musa: "He hanged up?! So were stuck here?"

Y/n: "Yep"

Musa: "Oh my GOD!"

So for around half a hour later while you and Musa sat misreablley in the holding center the door opened for a police officer to reveal themselves.

Y/n Davis and Musa Harada?

Musa: "Yeah?"

Y/n: "Yeah?"

Your bail's been paid your free to go...

As so while you and Musa exited the holding cell you saw Miles leaning against the wall all none chalant.

Y/n: "MILES! Thank you SOSO much your paying our bail!"

Miles: "I didn't, Your Dad did, sent me to come get you, I think it's best if you stay at mine Y/n your Dad is pissed, Musa come on I'll drop you home"

Musa: "Oh...thanks Miles!"

Requets are open!

[lillylvjy]

could i get some wilma fluff i love my girlfriend

Ofc my love! Also so sorry this took so long-

(I hope everyone knows I love this women with my heart and I will cherish her forever)

Warning: reader is afab, kissing, very sweet, y’all have a cat, I really just put so much fluff into this blurb so-

not edited and very short! I’m sorry! Also I’m so sorry if this isn’t good either, it is very rushed-

(Sobs…. Look at her)

“Wilma? Baby?! Where is she?” You asked yourself as you walked through the front door to the cottage. You knew she wasn’t out, saying early she was staying home and painting all day.

Dropping your bag on the couch and kicking your shoes off, you went to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles just in case you did find your girlfriend somewhere.

Searching the bedroom, finding nothing but the bed made unlike how it was when you left. The little jester made you smile as you walked out to the garden, checking in on your plants and making sure they were healthy. Wilma always made fun of you for talking to the plants but little did she know that it actually helped! Always called you a weirdo. Yet you were her weirdo.

Stepping away from the garden and into the small building next to your house that you and Wilma made just for her painting things. Her small private gallery you liked to say. Looking into the little building through the windows, you saw her, sitting on the floor by the couch with a canvas in her lap. Smiling, you quietly opened the door, immediately being hit with the scent of lavender and oak and the sound of soft music playing in the background that she was humming to.

Hearing the door shut, Wilma twisted her body just enough to see you smiling at her, holding out a water bottle for her to take.

“I have a feeling you’ve been in here all day.” You said as she took the water bottle and rolled her eyes.

“No, I read on the hammock for a good hour or two then came in here.” Wilma said in a matter of factly tone.

“Oh really! And what time did you read?” You asked, trying to get the truth out of her.

“Like, an hour after you left, but you can’t blame me! There’s so many things to see and paint and-“

“Love, darling, I get it. I know. I’m teasing you.” You smiled at her as you placed your hand on her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her lips. You loved when she ranted, but if she didn’t stop soon, she wouldn’t stop ever. Pulling back you looked at the couch and noticed the grey cat that was lying there. “What have you and Muse been up to?”

She smiled at the cat that was sleeping and basking in the heat the sun gave her. As the seasons changed, you both could tell she craved the warmth and got grumpy when there wasn’t any, so any place that had sun, she’d be there. You both joked about how she was turning into a grumpy toddler when they don’t get what they want.

“Well, the first thing I did was I finished that painting of you-“

“The billionth one?” You teased as she scoffed and pushed you a bit.

“Shut up. I love painting you, you know that. And than! This little gal came scratching at the door and wanted in. So when I say her asleep in the sunlight, she looked too pretty to ignore so, I started this.” Wilma held up the canvas in her lap that had a very detailed drawing of the cat and some of the couch behind her. “I was just about to get to the painting part, if you’d like to join?” She asked you as she grabbed the paints from the stool that was sat next to her and placed the paints on the wooden paint palette she had. Her hands making quick work on mixing some to get the right colors.

Smiling at her, turning her head to you, placing a slow kiss on her lips, both of you sighing in content. Pulling away, Wilma put a pout on her face as she connected her forehead with yours. Giggling at her expression you rubber her cheekbones as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love too. Now! You gotta get painting before the sun goes down and I have to start making dinner.”

(I’m not putting a Taglist bc um- yeah but wilma will have her own Taglist! So if you want to be added- feel free to ask me!)

[blackjackkent]

So at Rakha's long rest earlier, Scratch brought her an animal speaking potion, which I had her use to talk to Scratch and Buddy because she never had before. I didn't write about it bc it wasn't too dramatic, although she did like being able to speak to them because I've already established that they help her calm down sometimes when her brain is noisy.

However - I forgot that it's still active! And I talked to the cat roaming the outer walls of Moonrise. And it has Durge dialogue!

"Yours is a face I shred in my dreams. One who kicked the Steelclaw, as if I were some stray. I am a champion hunter. When I lick my pelt, I taste blood. Fortunately for you, the slithering vermin I hunt has my attention... for now."

This is really getting to be a bit much - getting taunted by Ketheric and Z'Rell and the Warden was one thing, but even the local cat is getting in on the action now. (And given her aforementioned warm connection with Scratch and Buddy, she's not deeply thrilled to hear that her past incarnation apparently had a habit of kicking said cat around.)

"What do you mean I kicked you?" she asks warily. "We've never met..."

The cat hisses disdainfully. "The death-walker passed through here before. I know your scent. All were silent afore you - but I dared to snarl. You skulked like you owned the place, trespassing on my domain."

Something in Rakha's head aches, a stab of familiarity, of dark memory. What this cat says echoes what the Warden said down in the prisons - she walked here and others were made to bow before her and hated her. Even this creature.

Try to remember what was forgotten.

Narrator: You excavate the empty caverns of your useless mind. Shoveling, dozing, blasting through the smoothbrain...

Narrator: How the kitty-cat mewled when your boot stamped upon its tail!

Narrator: You are the black cat crossing the path of the living...

The memory is hazy and dim. She grasps for it, fumbling inwardly, but as she grips it, it pulls and she feels herself sliding down into the dark. The bleak blackness of her forgotten mind grips her like a vise; her vision dulls into blankness soaked in blood and cruelty.

Welcome home... something nameless whispers inside her.

Narrator: The pleasure of the memory dribbles out of your leaking skull into the very air...

Flesh gives under her fingertips, rips, tears. There's a squalling screech that grates in her ears, and then a sharp snap and a flood of heat through her.

"Rakha!" She can hear Wyll shout her name, feel his hand on her arm. She is crouched on the stone balcony and there is blood coating her palms, splashed on her face.

The cat is dead.

No. I didn't want to do this. I didn't. It wasn't me. It wasn't...

Her heart races with sudden panic and despair. She had no control at all - she did nothing but try to recall a brief moment in her past, and it was enough. The beast had full control. Everything slipped away.

She staggers backwards until her back is to the wall behind her, her shoulders hunching, her breath coming in quick, stuttering gasps.

Cower in self-disgust.

Narrator: A memory won at the cost of a piece of your mind. You were in this tower before - that much is sure.

-----

"Hells," Wyll mutters. He looks ill as he crouches at her side. "I'm-- I'm sorry, Rakha. We saw you blanking out; I tried to stop you, but you were... so fast."

She can picture it, now that it's over. What she must have done. Quick and efficient and bloody.

"I didn't want to," she whispers. "I thought for a moment I could remember something... anything..."

He frowns. "And did you?"

"Yes." She swallows. "And it took over..."

He's silent a while. Then he takes her hand between his. She relaxes just a little, involuntarily, though part of her wants to push him away. This is the opposite of everything he has tried to help her to be. The darkness of this place is seeping into her...

"Don't try to tell me it's all right," she says, squeezing her eyes shut and looking away from him.

"I won't," he says softly. "But I know it wasn't you."

She draws a shaky breath and lets it out heavily. It felt so natural, that slide down into the darkness. There was nothing to think about, nothing to do but let the beast take over and destroy...

It is not what she wants to be, not anymore. But it was so easy... "I hope you're right."

[remyfire]

tbf re the “just because a bigger writer did it better” I think is not so much a deterrent bc plagiarism but more “who is going to pick mine to read vs that” which isn’t a good way to think but is probably a mindset folks have had before

You're right!! I mentioned that because in a past fandom, I had a friend who left her very popular fic unfinished when she left the fandom, and about three years later a new author to the fandom had clearly taken her entire unfinished fic, gone through and changed the wording here and there, and expected nobody to notice, and it still really grinds my gears to think about haha.

That being said, now I am going to ramble about my own personal experiences as a writer in this fandom. I have no idea if this will be helpful for anyone else to read, but my experiences are the only ones I can pull from, so here we go. I'm gonna be referring to the royal you in this, btw, so anon pls don't think I'm just throwing a million paragraphs at you specifically hkdfds

Okay, who is going to pick yours to read versus that other fic? A good thing to remember is that new people come into the fandom all the time. These readers have no idea who the Big Fic Authors are. Sure, sometimes they'll ask for recs or sort the ship tag they're curious about by highest kudos or hits or whatever, but a lot of times they'll just pull up the ship tag and start browsing from whatever was most recently updated, so if your fic that you're nervous about trying a trope out on is the most recently updated one, that's what they're gonna open up. Before you know it, you are the author they associate with that trope, and they're going to remember your fic so incredibly fondly even if they do eventually trip over the Big Fic Author's fic from two or three months or years ago dealing with the same trope. Yours will likely still live larger in their heads because it was their first and they loved it so much.

People typically remember me for two big fics, Scratching the Itch and Just A Drink Away From Honesty. I actually didn't read many fics before I began writing Scratching the Itch because I didn't want my characterization to be influenced by others, so when I discovered that me writing Hawk as inexperienced with men and BJ as experienced with men was counter to fanon, I was incredibly surprised. I got a massive positive response from it. The massage scene in particular received really lovely reviews. Suddenly I was the person a lot of people associated Experienced Beej and Massage Fic with.

Imagine my delight when I did begin reading older fics—ones from 2017 through 2021 or so—and saw, A, a remarkable amount of inexperienced Hawk/experienced Beej and, B, extremely evocative massage-centric fics centering Hawk and BJ. I hadn't actually pioneered anything. I'd simply picked tropes that resonated with me and just wrote. And now I got to go back and read authors who maybe will never know my name but who loved those same tropes and wrote them fucking beautifully. I'm still thrilled to bits about it.

Same with Just A Drink Away From Honesty. Glory holes are my favorite underutilized smut storytelling device. This isn't the first time I've written about one and it won't be the last. Readers ate it up. It's far and above my most popular Trapper and Hawk fic and I imagine it always will be.

Again, I was delighted when I started looking back at older fics and saw a few glory hole ones had already been written. You mean I get to read these and my own? Two cakes!! Two delicious cakes that I am devouring whole!!!

Even more interestingly, when I finally started reading those old '17-'21 fics, I literally began finding phrases that I wrote into my fic that I had not previously seen before. I found someone's Trapper saying that Hawk was the best I ever had and I remembered being so !!! because that was such an essential dialogue moment in JADAFH. Again, I had not revolutionized a damn thing. These authors were the PEAK Big Fic Authors of their time—and yet now so few readers have a clue who they are. They can't name their fics.

In three or four years, readers aren't gonna know who RemyFire is. My fics aren't gonna stand the test of time. New authors will come in and pick up the gauntlet and spin their own beautiful, sexy, aching stories. Honestly? That excites the hell out of me. Writing is always going to be new and fresh no matter who did something first.

Anyway, people are gonna remember your fics over That Fic (whatever it is) because you're gonna write it beautifully and your fic is gonna be their That Fic. But for that to happen, you have to write it first. Again, this is the royal you. Whoever is reading this, if you need the nudge to write it scared, I'm handing it to you. If you need encouragement to get started, come send me an ask. And if you write something that you're excited about, let me know so I can read it and squeal in delight!!

[moonchildstyles]

i feel like angels cure to falling asleep would be asterry back scratches. and they both know that him scratching her back will put her to sleep every time. and she takes advantage of it like always making him scratch her back. laying on the couch watching a movie or even going to bed. IMAGINE they are staying at anne’s house by this point angel is more comfortable and she’s like i’m gonna go take a name mid day and they are all like ok 30 minutes later she’s coming down the stairs. continued-💖

💖-continued. but she’s coming down the stairs and looks for harry in her cute sleepy pjs even for a nap. and he finds him and anne in the kitchen talking while eating a snack or something and they notice her walk in. “i thought u were taking a nap baby” “i’m trying to but i can’t fall asleep” anne just cooing watching this go down. “can u come scratch my back till i fall asleep. only for a little i swear” harry roles his eyes playful but smiles “okayyyyy fine, but only because i love you”-con💖

💖holy crap sorry continued part 3, but anyways. and she just blushes. “dinner will be done by the time ur up honey bunny” anne says to her MAYBE THEY HAVE A PLANNED GIRLS NIGHT OMFG. “girls night still?” “yes ofc!!”-anne. maybe they have annual girls nights since angel never got that w her mom and she adores those night not even harry allowed for their cute movie anyways back to prompt. ur gonna hate me but continued on part 44444-continued 💖

i swear last part continued💖. but then harry follows her upstairs and she gets all snuggly under the covers laying on her tummy and he just sits on the bed next to her scratching her back just the way he knows she likes. and she’s just humming and she finally falls asleep after like 15 minutes and he goes downstairs to help start dinner. “she’s absolutely adorable harry, i’m so proud of how far she has come” “i remember when she was to shy to even call me anne” “i know i told u she’d warm up🥹

bestie:(((((( very very very obsessed w this happening at his moms house:( like I can see her shyly asking him to help her to get to sleep bc she knows he should spend time w his mom but she just needs him really quick:((((( and hs mom saying she’s so sweet I’m literally pulling my hair out:(((((( love love love:(

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

DBD rewatch notes!!

episode TWO!

Also my autocorrect is fucked but I'm not gonna proofread this thing ✌️

alright im making sure to watch the recap this time, apparently a character narrates it.

well that was underwhelming. maybe the real narration is added in a later episode.

Also I just realized about how 'this living girl can help with the living' and 'Becky is alive' like no wonder Edwin panicked he thought he wouldn't get to help out ghosts anymore.

so they just happened to walk by the docks, huh?

MUSIC

even Charles thinks Eddie boy fucked up.

Even now, Edwin wants to handle diplomacy. Just like with Shelby.

it would be kinda funny if the guy these cats killed was the sane guy Esther tested her machine on. random guy constantly exposed to The Horrors.

PURPLE FIRE

"using magic on my cats is a risk car crash on your part" that line is so iconic

so I guess the cats like him being king bc he's protective, or at least willing to start shit on their behalf.

THE TWIRL

what does too many cat scratches do to a ghost?

is that location inside the warehouse? I assume it is abandoned bc of how many cats have been showed to live in there. are the lights kept on by magic?

OF COURSE the cat king has his mattress on the floor LMAO mold who?

"If you must know" omg CK's private questions are probably so protecting and random before Edwin's autistic ass catches on to the flirting

MUSIC

He is trying so hard to stay on track

NOT THE ROPE TAIL

The way they show us Edwin's reaction before showing us that CK grabbed his *wrist* I thought this scene was going in a different direction on my first watch 👁👄👁

a caging spell is like. so obviously a bad guy thing to do. like, making someone feel like they can't leave or manipulating their life until they can't leave is classic abuser shit, and CK here pulls it on their FIRST meeting. not to mention the spell can only be undone by the caster, so if Edwin ever wants to leave the town (bc being there actively puts him in danger) he is forced to see the Cat King.

The whole point for CK of putting that spell on Edwin, was to show him how fucked up his spell on that catboy was. So he KNOWS that using magic on someone is wrong.

Edwin is trying so hard to get this guy tp be reasonable

"I can see that has offended your old fashioned sensibilities. I an a fair and consensual Cat King." THIS IS COERCION. THIS IS FUCKING COERCION.

I get that he backs off or whatever, but why on Earth did he think any of that was okay to begin with!? Also no "fair" king has to point out how fair they are. It's almost as if you've given this guy enough rain to believe otherwise :o

Why exactly was there a time warp??

I love when Edwin talks with his hands.

Not Edwin accusing Charles of being careless because he isn't at risk of going to hell :0 (also Charles yes we do it is happy brevete you're the best)

I'm not going anywhere without you :3

So ig Charles figure CK must have had something else to say bc how on Earth does one *trick* Edwin? like he tells Emma, driving a hard bargain is his THING.

Jokes on Edwin bc act cagey about something ONE TIME and all of a sudden it's the only thing your friends ask about!

Hercules referenced!

She looks so small in that room alone

that would probably be funny if I knew what John Hughes was.

Hop on the ferry AND THEN WHAT

say what? they're so in tune.

*tosses mail on bed* *misses*

these guys really love using symmetry in shots

you can actually hear Litty and Kingham giggling here! and a little bit of their weirdass theme song.

How exactly can Mick tell that the magic can't be undone??

Tragic Mick is so lonely. nobody cares about his story.

freebie enchanted jar, I guess. Good on Charles for recognizing how cool it is but like. why did he give them that besides plot

Will the kids ever find out that Mick was the one who sold that stuff to Esther?

SYMMETRY

no thoughts only explode

Yay Edwin cares if she's alright!

is there like a running joke with them about western medicine? bc the line 'stop being so nice' just sounds random to me idk

TWIRL

he's so excited! aww

The way he looks at the wall when Charles points out the bracelet XD

just because you don't like books does not mean you have to be so haphazard! the place is a mess and you probably ripped some pages!

pink is blue and your left isn't mine. makes perfect sense.

Those poor little shits had no clue they would end up inside a girl who hates being looked at XD

I like how Niko is shy at first it's a cool character decision.

why does Crystal already say "yes" to "history of fainting" if she doesn't get know that Niko has had these episodes before??

Also the hysteria detail is nice. a few episodes later Edwin corrected himself before saying it, and I think either Niko or Crystal must have spoken to him after he called Niko hysteric *twice*

why do they keep thinking Death will randomly show up in their office??

the "you'll rip your arm off" is a comic reference. a child servant named Persephone was stuck in a mirror portal when she died and Charles was afraid Edwin would injure her if he tried to pull her out.

I think Charles might have started to suspect what CK wanted in this scene, but until Edwin comes out he probably either feels unsure about it or thinks it is too delicate to ask straight up. Not that he's necessarily "delicate" with what he does ask.

oh their little joke and smiles are so cute!

MUSIC

well if it isn't the book Charles TRIED to get earlier!

Edwin with the literal interpretation

Also I can't see MUCH of the writing but the "secretions" are described as "viscous" so there is no way they made that connection without seeing the vomit first. that does not mean weird light.

Crystal is so funny here. "I noticed you have no friends sp you must feel lonely about your sickness. similarly, I don't know my parents." she is lucky that worked. it is still a sweet scene tho.

She's so sixteen. she needs her parents. :((((

Did Niko say she lived in Japan? Did Crystal read that on the envelopes? Why didn't she get visions when she touched the letters? they're definitely emotional enough.

Crystal has changed into more subdued clothing, and the ends of her hair are a little messy. honestly her hair progression is so interesting to me because of the way it changes with her character, but I think I should rather that be it's own post. lmk if y'all want that, but I will probs get around to it anyways.

So this is where the conflicting narratives confuse me. Do they exit the host body when they get strong, or when they are starving?

SYMMETRY

Niko is so excited to listen to herrr

What exactly does Niko mean by "are you insane?" like she sounds so excited.

Crystal is so sensitive to Niko's feelings. She tries to be helpful but also not freak her out.

The 4th wall break HELP (+more symmetry and a face closeup)

Also the flashback starts out from her eyes.

Now that I read about it, he school uniform really does look like Litty's dress. plus you can hear the sprites giggling again!

At least Edwin has enough sense to let Crystal keep doing her thing!

MUSIC

I guess Jenny thought Crystal brought Niko downstairs. Great, another way Jenny thinks she is weird and irresponsible.

Who was that shorter person in the hall of the Lost and Found?? Emma or something? probably not.

bigass clipboards

Most of Charles' chest is obscured in the photo.

SYMMETRY

honestly the constant use of artistic symmetry in these shots A] makes a cohesive vibe and B] makes it look manufactured, it reminds me of the ASOUE netflix show in that way.

wtf does "a misplaced dead child causes more trouble than a live one" even mean?? what kind of proviene are live children causing in the realm of Death??

I like the Night Nurse character because her duty is to take care of those kids but she also seems to think of them all as troublemakers or obstacles for whatever reason. ooh, more symmetry!

What is that glowing table all about?

I guess they came up with a compromise about Niko.

Googled it, bobtail means a person you don't like or find unpleasant.

wait I added in the time period. He's being sexist.

an unlicked cub is someone who is "rude" and I'm pretty sure it is classist.

"let's not worry about dads, yeah?"

Edwin always says exactly what he is thinking. I think he probably throws in period slang if he doesn't want to hurt Charles' feelings.

I wonder why Charles has multiple things he knows Edwin's dad would say. I bet Edwin uses his dad to insult people (clients?) all the time and Charles looks it up and goes "wait a sec that describes me too" or smthng.

YAY! LEARNING!

wdym "maybe that's why I like her so much?" WDYM

"We're figuring this out" WHERE HAVE I HEARD THOSE WORDS BEFORE (staircase)

"I simply hate that I am the reason we are stuck in this town." "I should have known. Welcome to not being perfect"

MORE SYMMETRY

Walks fast bf and walks backwards so he can talk and look him in the face bf. they're so complimentary.

They always end up in that one same pose, huh? Facing straight at eachother in profile. It's so organic, and I think that CK has actually tried to force a similar shot, which is interesting. that's in a later episode though.

Charles the emotionally attuned king

HE JUST WANTS TO BE THERE FOR YOUU

"you're like a dog with a bone" *steps on bone*

it isn't as if you what, Edwin? as if you haven't said it all already? as if you know any more than Charles about it?

SKINNY JORTS

So they use the dead host body to reproduce through spore pods that biomimic dandelion seeds? I feel like that needs more elaboration. Like that needs to be explained to me.

aww poor Niko :((

You know shit's serious when they break out the "Asunder"

The circle thing. First of all, what is that? Secondly, I feel like these two are framed in a circle another time, but I don't remember when.

badass transition and the shrine is really cool. the dandelion texture is pretty realistic imo.

It does not look chiseled away but go off

So what type of sacrifices? do they need you to ""pay"" then attention? are the dead bodies the sacrifices? are the hosts the sacrifices?

Are there enough abandoned pantheons of these just scattered about that the supernatural scientific community had the consensus that they are a common parasite??

I like how the fake dandelions look slightly different than real ones.

Did their worshippers make a vessel to trap them? Or is that just where they lived before they started starving and inhabiting people?

I think this is practican effects + camera work?? it's very good!

I guess she figured out time was running out.

Is that charming in a condescending way or does he just think that she's easy to work with?

"cut the weird shit out I'll like, evict you" she had no clue how to talk to kids, or to stand up to someone who will listen.

'that got dark' that is the same reaction to when Crystal brought up David

did they ever end up telling Niko that David the Ex is a demon?

What are the rules about what objects are invisible or not?

A HOOK!?

wait did they explain to Crystal that the thingies are starving???

this scene is so frickin creeeepyyyy

They make a point about keeping their hats on. They seem to love those hats. weird.

and the sprites also care about eachother to some extent.

OOH ANOTHER COMIC REF

did her hair change immediately and they only noticed just now, orr??

This time when meeting new friends, Niko doesn't act shy anymore. She already feels comfortable around Crystal since they talked.

Crystal had a Look when Niko said the agency name was good, but idk if it was entirely mean.

They better elaborate on those godly powers next szn!

HEY the letters hit the bed this time!

WHO got the word out, tho?

So they have to tell those ghosts to go home so the girls can sleep?

so the FEAR is her power

MUSIC

Green fire

why is she doing this with the rings on. there's no way anything she's doing is sanitary.

tbh with the growling, I totally thought he'd be evil the first time 'round.

HUMAN MONTY MY BELOVEDDDD!!!!

[cozy-mp3]

puppy love

vi x female!reader

sometimes vi needs someone else to call the shots, you're happy to oblige.

word count: 2.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, dom/sub, subby vi with reader who's the softest dom ever bc i cant be mean, established relationship, reader calls vi puppy and she wears a collar but this isn't what i'd consider 'real' pet play, she's not pretending to be a dog

a/n: hi! did anyone try the subby vi? i thought the subby vi was great. no good explanation for this other than my constant vi in a collar brainrot lol i had to get this out of my system

you’re surprised when vi holds out the collar to you. it’s been a while since she’s wanted you like that, since she’s needed your help to clear her head, since she’s wanted to give up her responsibilities and let someone else call all the shots. you give her an appraising look, she’s holding herself up so straight it looks uncomfortable and the corners of her lips are tugged down, you know if she looks so outwardly stressed whatever is going on in her head can only be worse. 

it takes you a moment too long to accept her silent proposal and she begins to retract her hand, her face falling in a way that makes your heart clench up in your chest. you grab her gently before she can pull away completely and take the collar from her hand, brushing your thumb over the pulsepoint on her wrist before you let go of her. 

“you sure you want this tonight?,” you ask as you begin to unbuckle the collar, vi’s eyes carefully following each of your movements. she takes a moment to think again before she answers, just like you’d taught her, you can’t help but smile at her thinking face, her brows pulled together in concentration. she nods after a few quiet seconds, her eyes flicking to your face before they return to your hands where the unbuckled collar is waiting, “words, vi,” you remind her gently, nuding her shin with your foot.

“yeah, please,” she says, her voice already sounds rough and she’d had to clear her throat before she could speak, “please,” she repeats, her eyes fixed on yours this time. she shifts her weight from one foot to the other and her hands clench into fists, her expression taking on a more desperate edge, you’re sure she would beg if you asked but she’s already wound up so tight and you don’t want her to break her when she’s already so fragile, so you take pity on her.

“alright, puppy, come kneel,” you tell her and it’s impossible not to smile at the way her shoulders slump immediately, like she’s a puppet whose strings have been cut. you spread your legs where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed so you can accommodate the width of her shoulders between them, one of your hands patting the space left behind. she kneels quickly, scooting forward so she’s close enough that you don’t need to lean over too far to put her collar on, it also puts her face in kissing range so you lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“good girl,” you whisper, bending a little further so you can kiss her warm cheek, she’s already blushing, the pink flush of it obvious beneath the light dusting of her freckles, “sit still,” you instruct as you place the collar around her neck, buckling it with careful, practiced motions so you don’t pinch her skin and so it isn’t too loose or too tight, “comfy?,” you ask once you’re done, slipping two fingers between the collar and her neck and tugging gently.

“perfect,” vi nods, scooting even closer so she’s bracketed by your thighs, her hands folded in her lap. you nod in return and remove your fingers from the collar, instead running your hand through her hair and scratching lightly at her scalp, you watch as she lets out a sigh like she’s relieved and relaxes more, her head falling forward until it’s pillowed against one of your thighs.

you don’t make her move immediately, continuing to card your fingers through her hair as she leans into you heavily. it’s so easy to allow her this, to pet her hair and run your fingers over the spot where the soft, worn leather of the collar rests against her skin, it makes you feel warm all over that she trusts you so much, that she’s willing to give you this part of herself that she’s so shy about most of the time. 

“d’you wanna fuck me or do you just want cuddles?,” you ask as you push her hair away from her face, her eyes are closed and it must take a second for the question to register because she suddenly sits up straight and nods, “words, violet,” you remind her again, though you’re holding back a laugh at her response, her hopeful eyes and the way her lips have parted.

“wanna fuck you, please,” she breathes, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip, she reaches up to tug at the waistband of your pants, giving you a wounded look when you bat her hands away. you stand up carefully to avoid stepping on her, you can’t bring yourself to ask her to move away when she’s looking up at you so sweetly, her hands shoved between her thighs so she doesn’t reach up to you again. 

you run your fingers through her hair once more and trail your fingertips over the sharp angle of her jaw before you pull your hands away from her so you can take your clothes off. she watches as you pull your shirt over your head, her eyes trailing over the curve of your chest and down your stomach to where your hands are working your pants over your hips. you’re careful not to kick her as you take them off completely, tossing them in the same direction as your shirt when you’ve removed them. 

“you should get undressed too, pup,” you hum as you sit back down, she’s still looking at you though her eyes have settled on your breasts, you feel another smile tug at your lips and reach down to cup her cheek. her eyes return to your face quickly and she blushes even warmer, her skin heating up under your palm, “you want help?,” you ask, brushing your thumb over the tattoo beneath her eye.

she nods and you’re not entirely sure she knows what she’s agreeing to, but she moves with you easily as you lift her shirt up and help her arms out of the fabric. she stands up by herself to take off her pants, kicking them off with little care for where they land and gently pushing you backwards onto the bed when she’s left in her underwear. her legs straddle your hips, her hands resting either side of your head, her face is level with yours and she manages a bashful look when you raise your brows at her.

“behave,” you scold her, though there isn’t much venom in your tone, it’s hard to be at all upset with her when she’s like this, “i won’t let you fuck me i you’re not good,” you add, using one of your fingers to tap the end of her nose. she scrunches her face up at you and groans when you pinch her cheek, leaning down to press her face into your neck, she bites your shoulder gently in retaliation, her hands holding onto your hips when you squirm beneath her.

“wanna eat you out,” vi mumbles against your skin, kissing over the light indents her teeth left on your shoulder before she begins to suck a mark into your neck, her thumbs stroking over the  band of your panties, “please,” she tacks on as an afterthought, detaching her mouth from your neck and looking down at your face. 

you hesitate, unsure if you want to give in to her so easily when you’re supposed to be making the decisions here, but she’s giving you a wide eyed pleading look that’s hard to resist and you can feel yourself getting wet. so, you sigh and nod, reaching up to slip your fingers beneath her collar so you can use it to tug her down to kiss you as she pushes your panties down your thighs.

“hold on, puppy, lemme get comfy,” you say after you’ve pulled away from the kiss, your breath coming out a little short, vi’s lips are brushing against yours still so you lean up to give her another kiss before you gently push her away by her shoulders so you can roll out from under her. you crawl up the bed and sit back down when you’ve reached the head of it, tucking two pillows behind you so you can lean back comfortably. 

vi follows you up the bed, your panties still clutched tight in one of her hands. she lays down on her front and settles between your legs, hesitantly resting one of her hands on your thigh and trailing her fingers over the sensitive skin when you don’t push her away. you brush your fingers through her hair again, gently tugging at the roots and smiling when she groans happily.

“you’re cute, you know that?,” you smile, reaching down to trail your fingertips over the scar in her eyebrow and over the slight bump of the bridge of her nose, down to her cupid's bow and lightly over her upper lip. she lets go of your thigh in favor of holding on to your wrist so she can suck your fingers into her mouth, letting out a deep lungful of air and closing her eyes when you use your thumb, middle and ring fingers to hold her jaw steady, your pointer finger pressing deeper into her mouth. 

“‘m not cute,” she says around your finger, her words muffled and any threat from her frowning face dissipates when you use your fingers to squish her cheeks together until her lips pucker. she makes a disgruntled noise that you silence by pressing a second finger into her mouth, stroking them over her tongue.

“you’re the cutest,” you reply, giving her jaw a squeeze before you pull your fingers from her mouth, “no arguments, pup,” you hum when she opens her mouth to deny it again, you use your knuckles beneath her chin to gently push her mouth shut and smile when she huffs and frowns instead, “stop being a brat,” you admodish, gently tugging a lock of her hair.

“sorry,” vi mumbles as she turns her face into your thigh, she grazes her teeth against your skin and presses a kiss over the spot where your muscle tenses, “sorry, i’ll be good,” she repeats, tilting her head so she can look up at you. she smiles when you reach down again though it quickly falls when you reach between your legs instead of towards her, running your damp fingers over your slit.

“ok, puppy,” you sigh, leaning more heavily into the pillows behind you, “be good and watch,” you instruct, shifting your legs wider apart so you can touch yourself more comfortably. vi’s eyes widen in surprise and she gives you a betrayed look though she doesn’t try to protest her punishment, resting her cheek on your thigh and fixing her eyes on your cunt. 

she watches as you brush over your clit and down to your entrance where you’re wettest, rubbing the pads of your fingers through your sensitive folds. you can feel as her blunt fingernails dig into your skin and her body squirms further up the bed, her nose brushing against your inner thigh and the warm whisps of her breath against your cunt make you squirm.

“can i touch?,” she asks as you press your fingers inside of yourself, she turns and presses another kiss to your thigh before she looks up at you pleadingly, her brows tugged together and her lip caught between her teeth. you moan as you curl your fingers inside of yourself, letting your thumb press against your clit as your free hand cups your breast through your bra.  

“no, pup,” you gasp, your hips jerking towards your hand, “brats don’t get to touch,” you breathe after a moan. she whines brokenly between your thighs, gripping onto you impossibly tighter and pressing herself against the length of your leg.

“please,” she begs as she nudges her forehead against your forearm, trying to distract you from pleasuring yourself, “‘m sorry, baby, please can i touch?,” she asks, turning her gaze up to yours, her eyes big and wide and imploring, “i’ll be good, i’ll do whatever you want, angel, please just let me touch you,” she rambles as she presses kisses to your hip.

“no, puppy,” you repeat, whining as you arch into fingers again, the walls of your cunt clenching tight around your knuckles, “bad girls don’t get what they want,” you tell her, squirming in pleasure when you brush your thumb over your swollen clit in broad circles, your thighs close around her head briefly and she obediently doesn’t try to touch anymore than she already is. 

you can feel her sigh in defeat, her body relaxing against the bed as she resigns herself to watching your drenched fingers fuck into your hole. she lets go of your thigh, brushing her thumb over the indented marks her nails left in your skin and resting her hands on your hips instead. after a few moments you let your thighs fall open again and pull your fingers out of your pussy, using them to rub fast and wet over your clit.

“i‘m gonna cum, puppy,” you pant, sitting up straight enough that you can look down at her face, the flush high on her cheeks and her pupils blown wide with lust as she watches your cunt throb, “are you watching?,” you ask her, using the hand that was cupping your breast to hold her at the back of her skull, forcing her face to remain centered between your thighs.

“’m watching, baby,” she tells you, nodding with an aborted motion that causes your hand to tug on her hair, “fuck, please,” she whines, her eyes darting up to meet yours before she returns to watching your fingers between your legs. it doesn’t take long for you to work yourself over the edge, your clit pulsing beneath your fingers as you cum and your pussy gushing enough to leave a wet spot beneath you.

vi shifts her hands and holds your thighs open as you tremble, her eyes dutifully watching as you stroke your fingers through your folds to ride out your orgasm. you remove your fingers from between your legs once you begin to squirm with oversensitivity, falling back against the pillows with a content sigh. 

“come here, pup,” you call softly, using the hand you’d wound in vi’s hair to tug on her collar so she hastens her movements up the bed. she straddles your hips and bends down over your body, her breasts pressed against yours and her hands stroking over your shoulders lightly, “suck,” you order gently, holding your wet fingers up towards her face.

“you’re so mean,” she whines with a furrow in her brows like she’s pained by it, one of her hands brushing your messy hair away from your warm face. you laugh quietly and tug on her collar until she opens her mouth and obediently begins cleaning you off, her tongue running over the length of your fingers. you thrust them towards the back of her mouth but stop before she chokes, you figure you’ve been cruel enough already, not letting her make you cum.

vi continues to suck on your fingers even when you’re sure they’re clean, her eyes half lidded and roaming over your face, you allow her to have her fun until her spit starts running down over your wrist to an uncomfortable extent and your fingers have gone pruney. she frowns at you when you tug your fingers from her mouth but she’s quickly mollified when you use her collar to pull her close enough to kiss you, her body relaxing into yours with a happy sigh when your lips meet. 

it’s wet and she slides her tongue into your mouth at the first opportunity she gets, though you don’t put up much of a fight, sated from your orgasm and happy to let her take control while you relax. you absentmindedly wipe your hand off on the bed sheets while you’re both distracted, they’ll need to be washed anyway if the feeling of the wet spot beneath you is anything to judge by.  

“come here,” you mumble against her lips once she’s pulled away to breath, wrapping your arms around her midsection and running your hands up and down the bumps of her spine, “i’ll make you cum later, i promise,” you tell her, pulling away from her face just enough to meet her eyes so you can assess how she’s feeling. she looks content and a little tired, the planes of her face relaxed and the corners of her lips tugged up in a little smile that widens when you kiss her cheek.

“i’ll hold you to that,” vi hums sleepily as you reach around her neck to unbuckle the collar, she doesn’t usually like to keep it on for too long once you’re done playing, she complains about it digging in when she tries to lay on her back to sleep. your fingers fumble a little with the buckle due to your lack of sight but you manage to remove it without hurting her and gently run your hands over the soft, exposed skin of her neck. she shivers above you and you smile up at her blushing face, leaning up to brush your lips against  the tattoo beneath her eye, her skin warm and soft beneath your touch.

“still cute,” you whisper, patting her ass when she only grumbles in retaliation and shifts so she can press her red face into the crook of your neck.

[underoospeterparker]

hii!! i can have a 🍩 w an avenger??

i’m like 5’7” (maybe taller idk i haven’t measured in a while) and i like to get into deep convos but most of the time js need someone i can be unserious with but who’ll recognize when i’m kind of in a funk (when i get down i’m not the type of person who likes to be alone, i’m an avid believer in silent company) my main interest is film but i also like high fashion, in school a lot of ppl assume i’m not into the arts because i excel in math (skipped 3 years) and i get rlly frustrated bc a lot of the time people will only be nice to me bc they want help in school and it makes me kinda insecure abt my actual personality as a stand-alone, i consider myself pretty ambiverted bc i love being around people but only my medium-sized bubble of people, and being around anyone else makes me pretty anxious, yeah that was rlly long sorry lmao i love ur blog & i hope ur having a great week!!

welcome to my 300 celebration!

i ship you with peter parker! (assuming your gender pref is male)

a. dancing with him in the rain:

"I have an idea!" he called out one afternoon, when you were in your bedroom typing away on your laptop. "Come on, baby," he said, coming into the room to pull you away from the screen. You were laughing until he unlocked the front door and told you to put on your shoes. "What are we doing?" you asked, confused. "You know it's raining, right?" "Yes," he responded, grabbing your arm and pulling you outside into the downpour. You shrieked as the cold water hit you, and started shivering almost immediately. "Let's dance?" You looked up from your wet shoes to his face, his gaze already fixed upon yours. Your mouth spread into a grin and you wrapped your arms around his neck, his around your waist as you danced with nature all around you. "Feeling better?" he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You smiled. "Much."

b. peter comforting you:

You were lying on your shared bed, head in Peter's lap as you told him about the events of your day. "They told me that I should come and join them during lunch, and I said sure," you continued, all the while Peter nodded and played with your hair, a silent gesture of comfort. When you paused, lost in your thought, Peter prompted, "and then?" "And then I showed up and they just ditched. None of them came," you said, voice wavering slightly. "But the next period, they acted like nothing had happened. Asking me for help with a math question." Your boyfriend sighed, his hand scratching at your scalp. When he talked, his voice was soothing, but you could notice its tightness. He wanted to teach them a lesson, for sure. "What assholes," he settled on saying. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve that." "I know," you murmured into his leg. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?" He knew.

c. being anxious when you meet his friends:

He noticed a slight shake in your hands when the two of you were walking to the diner. "They're gonna love you," he said, trying to reassure you. "You've got nothing to worry about, honey." You looked at him, a worried crease already forming between his eyebrows. You gave him a smile, a small one, but one nonetheless. "Okay," you said, and once you reached the door of the diner, you opened it, stepping inside. Peter smiled when he saw his friends, who waved the two of you over with matching smiles on their faces. "Guys, this is (Y/N)," he introduced you to the group. "Nice to meet you guys," you said, giving them your best attempt at a smile. MJ motioned for you to sit next to her, and you gladly accepted her invitation. "Finally," she whispered to you. "It's been getting lonely being the only girl around here." You laughed, having already made a friend.