#shes tall :] its not that easy to see here but she is tall and kinda lanky

[strawberrymatchawhore]

away

toxic bf! rafe cameron x reader

"running away is easy, its the leaving thats hard."

summary- the camerons are in charge of the annual new years party this year, you along other kooks as well as the camerons distant family are invited to the estate to celebrate. you unknowingly strike up a conversation with one of rafes cousins whom he has always been in competition with since childhood, eventually having to deal with the consequences of your jealous boyfriend

warning/s- abusive relationship, slapping, degrading, choking, toxic ass relationship, mean rafe, reader is a crybaby, nutting inside as punishment, barely any aftercare, NON/DUBCON (reader lets him fuck to make him less pissed off) IF ANY OF THIS MAKES U UNCOMFY PLS DONT READ <3, etc.. im backkk pls enjoy and comment as well as repost apologies for being gone for so long lolsies 🙁

3 years ago you never would have pictured yourself where you are today, living in one of the finest estates of the island and dating one of the most popular and sought after members of this community. nor have you ever pictured yourself being in a a relationship where everyday was like stepping on eggshells and yet you never felt the urge to leave. you loved him too much to do so.

putting on silver dangly earrings as the final touch to your new years look, you turn to your boyfriend for approval. only to be met with a disgusted look on his face.

"why are you dressed like that"

"i thought you liked it? you bought it for me last week." you argued, folding your arms.

"yeah but i didn't think you'd wear it to a family event, i mean come on baby you look like a hooker." he pointed at the figure forming dress, your eyebrows furrowed. the dress was a maxi dress and the only thing revealing was the slight cleavage.

"never mind i'll just change" you exhale and quickly turn away to avoid starting an argument, but he grabs your arm and ushers for you to stay.

"you know what, lets go. we're already late." he leaves the room and you silently follow behind him.

.....

you and rafe walk through the door with your arm around his bicep, immediately you felt out of place. no one you knew were here and it was just random rich people. you felt your breathing begin to hitch and it continues to grow as you continue your walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"i'll be back, stay right here." rafe orders and grabs a beer, leaving you to your thoughts.

"hey" a voice interrupted. you look up and see a tall brunette, someone you've never seen in this small island.

"uhm.. hi" you awkwardly respond back, giving a small smile which he returns.

"sorry did i interrupt? i saw you were by yourself so i thought maybe i should come and chat with you for a bit.. not that im calling you lonely. i mea- shit. im adrian by the way." he rambles and you cant help but laugh and slyly look around for your boyfriend. you know know how he gets when you talk to guys, and this guy seemed awfully familiar.

"no no, youre good. please. i was hoping someone would talk to me, everyones so intimidating here." you took another sip of your drink and lean against the marbled counter. who was this guy?

"i know right?! i thought my cousin was going to show up and greet me to everybody but i guess he's too good for that." he joked

"wow he seems like a handfu-" barely getting the response out, you instantly feel someone luring over you and harshly put their hand on your shoulder.

"what are you doing" you hear your boyfriends harsh voice whisper in your ear.

"oh hey man whats up" adrian says, they dap each other up but you could feel the tention behind it.

"i see youve met my girlfriend." rafes hand grabs your waist, massaging it. his fingers dig into your waist.

"i did, shes been a great chat." adrian responded, your jaw clenches and you bite your tongue. you feel your anxiety come back as you know youre about to dig your own grave.

"yeah she is huh. its getting kinda late though. i think we're gonna head out." before even hearing what adrian was going to say, rafe grabs your hand and starts to drag you outside.

"rafe what are you doing??? we just got here." you struggle to catch up with his long angry strides.

"do you think i give a fuck." you release yourself from his grip but he ends up pushing you up against his truck.

"i don-" his hand squeezes your throat, blocking your airways. it was 11 pm and everybody was inside, no one was seeing this.

"tell me. does it look like it?" he seethes, pushing you harder into the truck. you felt your tears start to form when his yelling is followed by his intense eye contact with you.

"no right? so get the fuck in the car." he opens the passenger seat and shoved you inside, slamming the door. rafe then gets into his seat and speeds off. you could tell by the silence and the way he was gripping the steering wheel that you were fucked.

......

rafe pulls up to the driveway and practically drags you inside, you were too scared to speak up. frightened at how much worst that would make his next moves be. pushing you into the guest bedroom he starts to speak up.

"why are you such a slut, i cant even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you trying to hop on my cousins dick." he scolds you, your body sits at the end of the bed in shame. hunching to make yourself smaller, mentally preparing yourself when you see him taking off his clothes.

"take this shit off." he grabs you and tugs on your dress. but you didnt hear him, you were too busy disassociating yourself away from him and this suffocating ass room.

"what'd i fucking say?" rafe slaps you and instead of giving you the time to take off the dress, he rips it and pins you by the wrists to the bed. he glares down at you before leaning down your neck and inhaling your scent and leaving dark bruises behind.

"i was thinking about fucking you real nice and slow tonight. but after you decided to act like a whore, i'm gonna treat you like one. how's that sound baby." he mocks you and caresses you clothed pussy before pulling them off your legs.

"rafe.." you whine when he uses his buff arms to spread your legs as much as they could go. you start to hyperventilate from his threat, and cover your face so you don't have to watch him violate you. his thumb rubs at your clit, and the other hand starts to stroke his cock. the tip showing how angry he truly was.

without a warning your boyfriend slams into your pussy, barley wet and prepped. you weren't adjusted to the size of him.

"ow fuck!" you squealed and immediately tried to seek comfort by grabbing onto rafe's bicep, this only seemed to piss him off more and he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

"you're not allowed to touch me. just lay there and be a good fuck toy for me to use." he gives your ass a hard before forcing his way back into you, the burn and lack of proper lubrication makes you shoot up again but he didn't let you move an inch. this sort of roughness was familiar, yet every time it never fails to terrify you.

"stay the fuck down." his large hand pushes down on the middle of your back, naturally putting you into a face down ass up position. just the way he liked it. your body shakes and trembles in fear when your boyfriends thrusts get harder.

"rafe please it hurts so bad i cant take it" you sobs getting louder, rafe lowers himself closer to you and grabs your throat cutting off your breathing.

"your pussys sucking me right in angel, i think you can." he sneered, your crying and begging seemed to anticipate him even further as he loses all his restraint. you knew you couldn't stop him. its just the way your relationship worked.

he would get mad and then take his anger out on you, and youd let him. why? because you know what he's capable of, the holes displayed throughout your guys bedroom were everyday reminders to not push him too far. but in a way, it made you feel safe and wanted. rafe would do anything to protect you and keep you away from the dangers of the outside world.

"you're starting to get wet shitttt" rafe moaned and releases your throat, both his hands grab onto your hips for leverage as he speeds up his pace hitting the good spots deep inside you. not caring about how there was going to be fingermark bruises later. you hiccup as you try to control the sounds of your crying, using a pillow as comfort while he ruins you from behind.

inevitably your stomach starts to tighten and you feel yourself about to cum, your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your hair and tugs on it. resulting in a moan from you, the other hand moves down to your clit and rubs circles.

"you gonna cum baby? cum on my dick." he orders, he was fucking you so hard and greedily that the sounds of his thrusts and skin colliding were echoing in the room. your body caved into the sensations and you felt yourself fall apart on him.

"thats it squirt all over it, make a fucking mess for me. god you're such a little slut." he coos. the overstimulation of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again made you fucked out to the point of of passing out.

"so fucking tight" his vulgar words fill your ears, he gives your pussy rough slaps and you push against him. you yelped in surprise, eyes widening when you notice that rafes thrusts started to get sloppier.

"no.. no rafe! rafe you cant, we cant!" you protested in between moans, he only laughed in response. trying to push yourself away from him but he easily overpowered you. grabbing both of your arms and pinning them behind your back.

"dont tell me what to do, you did this to yourself." he breathes heavily as he filled you to the brim with him cum, he stayed there for a moment fucking it in as deep as he could before pulling out. enjoying the view of your pretty pussy sucking him right in. your eyes squinted in disgust when you felt his seed slide down your thighs.

rafe got up to clean himself but left you lying on the bed, you definitely werent walk right now and you were so overwhelmed with everything that happened. your conscious couldnt take anymore and your eyes starting tearing up.

"why are you crying." he sat on the edge of the bed and examined your state cluelessly. he scooted closer to you and opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning you with it. you both sat in silence until rafe decided to pick you up and make his way to your actual bedroom.

"youre so mean to me.. you know that." you sniffle into his hard chest and draw circles on it with your finger. he doesn't respond but you know he heard it because he gave you a light squeeze before laying you down on the large bed. he takes his place next to you and turns away from you.

you sigh and turn to face his back, engulfing him in a hug. rafe initially tenses up but then relaxed in your arms. slowly you begin to knock out but before you do, you were sure you heard a brief

"im sorry" from rafe.

[teal-fiend]

pest control

The call comes in just past noon. A woman, frantic, says she’s spotted a colony of tinies scurrying around her attic. Probably have been living up there for months, stealing crumbs, making little tunnels in the insulation. She wants them gone—immediately.

“Fast, effective removal,” you assure her over the phone, slipping on your jacket.

“No mess, no chemicals or poison.”

It’s a warm day, and you feel good, stomach still light from the morning. Your last job had been a modest infestation—three tinies in a crawlspace. They’d gone down easy, barely noticeable in your stomach. You could go for something bigger.

it was lunch time after all

The house is tidy, suburban, white shutters, flower beds neatly trimmed. The woman meets you at the door,

“I heard them moving all last night,” she says, ushering you in. “It’s disgusting.”

You nod, but you don’t share her disgust. Tinies aren’t much of a problem—not for you, anyway. You dont think they're gross.

In fact, you find them delicious.

You climb up to the attic, flashlight sweeping over boxes and dust-covered trunks.

you hear—the light, skittering sounds of tiny feet, racing around, trying to stay hidden. You don’t bother setting traps or luring them out. You’ve done this enough to know how to catch a tiny with your own hands.

“I know you’re in here,” you murmur. “Let’s not make this difficult.”

A rustle. One of them bolts—you see it, definitely a tiny- not a rat or anything else, maybe six inches tall. Its darting for a gap in the wood.

You lunge, faster, and scoop them up. They squirm in your palm. You don’t waste time. A quick toss, a parting scream, and then the tight, familiar sensation of something sliding down your throat.

You swallow, and feel the tiny land heavily in your stomach.

More movement in the attic.

there’s no escape.

Another darts for a box, and you catch them just as easily. One by one, they disappear down your gullet, bulging your throat for a moment before joining the others.

You pat your stomach as it begins to stretch, filled with wriggling, panicked tinies.

By the time you finish, you’re full—pleasantly so.

The attic is silent again, no more scurrying. Just you now, satisfied, stuffed, as you climb down.

The woman looks at your middle. She swallows. “You—uh. You got them all?”

You smile, wiping the corner of your mouth. “All taken care of.” you pat your full belly.

She pays you in cash. You head back to your truck, rubbing your belly as it gurgles over its new contents. Another job well done.

You pull out of the driveway, and head back towards the city, one hand on the wheel, one resting on your stuffed stomach.

You'd give yourself a break, you needed time to dispose of the pests properly. You never wanted to show up to a job already full.

You had another client scheduled in the evening. For now, you pulled into a roadside cafe

It's a favourite of yours, whenever you're in this area. A perfect place to hang around and digest.

You take a seat in the corner, shifting slightly to accommodate the fullness in your stomach. The tinies are settling now, movement staggering as digestion takes its course. You rest a hand over your gut, feeling the occasional twitch beneath your palm.

A waitress comes by, chewing gum, pen poised over her notepad. "What can I get ya?"

"Just coffee," you say. You don't need food.

In a few minutes, your drink arrives.

You sip your coffee, eyes half-lidded, and let yourself sink into the feeling. You do kinda like your job.

[mwahbabe]

chloe blurb for yall hungry hoesss ◞♡

smut, strap on sex(r!receiving), size kink, praise kink, (r!receiving)ehehehhe not proofread sorry. 🤷🏽‍♀️

“babe that is not gonna fit…”

“are you discouraging me??”

chloe laughed as you crawled on top of her, her hands coming up to hold your waist. chloe was only in a tank top and boxers with the strap that was the same colour as her hair, blue with a purple tip, translucent standing tall strapped below her waist, inviting you onto it. “nope not at all. just saying i’m not gonna make fun of you if you can’t take it.” she glances at you as you playfully flick it.

“well you won’t because it will.” you giggled as you began to slide your panties down your legs and then tossed them off your ankles.

“ooh i like when you’re confident. it’s hot as fuck.”

her chuckle kinda caught in her throat as her smile faded a little as you rose up gripping the fake toy giving it a couple strokes, even if you knew she couldn’t feel it, it sure seemed like she did. maybe it was the placebo effect.

“jeez, you’re going for it now?” chloe asked, impressed and slightly concerned, “yeah i fucking need it, been needing it all day.” you said, chloe sat up slightly, “no complaints here babe. just be easy kay?” you nodded and lean down on her shoulder as she steadies you holding you by your lower back, your skin slightly warm, she kissed you hungrily, messily, like always. your sounds filled each others ears as you sloppily made out, while the tip of the fake cock kissed your entrance. you two broke the kiss as you both giggled breathily because you missed a couple times since your pussy was so slippery. “here babe..” chloe took one hand off you holding it stead helping you slide down on it, you broke the kiss to gasp, as the silicone pushed its way past your opening and your walls clamped down onto it. chloe made a sound at the sight, her eyes looked down at the strap but only for only a second, she wanted to see your face as you took it all.

your brows furrowed, your face focused as you slid down on it with chloes help. “ah..” “uh huh..” chloe responded, taking her hand off the strap and putting it back on you. you took over sitting down on the strap completely, your lips part and a loud moan comes from you as it fills you up, shit you weren’t even halfway in, chloe just watched, her eyes moved down to watch your pretty cunt take the strap but moved back up to watch your pretty face, every expression every sound as you took her.

She watched as you positioned yourself, her eyes dark and hooded, her hands guiding you down on the toy, her chest heaving with every inch you took.

chloe had a front row seat to the show, watching the way you and your body reacted, the way you mewled and whimpered as you took the toy into your needy cunt. she thought she might actually cum.

her voice was a little needy as she spoke, her words almost lost in her breathless tone.

“holy shit.. that’s so good babe. you’re doing amazing.”

the praise motivated you like always, you gave a moan of slight pain and pleasure as your nails dug into her shoulders as you lowered yourself down until you were sat on it completely, your flesh against the fabric of her boxers. “fuck.. oh my god fuck..” you whimpered a little as the feeling was unfamiliar and hurt a bit, chloe rubbed your back and kissed you all over your neck and face. “i know i know.. it’s okay.. you’re doing amazing. you’re fuckin taking it babe..” she said with a slight laugh, from how damn impressed and in awe she was. “easy babe breathe..” she patted your back, you stay still in her arms, your face buried in her neck breathing like she said.

after about a minute you got used to the toy and made a small movement, gasping as as a jolt of pleasure ran through your body. chloe grinned as she saw that switch in expression. “yeah? you good now?” you nod and begin moving your hips, your moans now filled with pleasure instead of discomfort. “oh shit.. there you go..” chloe’s hands stayed on your back watching your expression. “good girl…” your moans only increase in volume at her praise. “fuck.. mmhh..” chloe held you moved a bit faster now.

“taking me so good, i’m so damn proud of you.”

[starsjulia]

just as you are // leah williamson

leah williamson x neurodivergent!reader

a/n : everyone experiences neurodivergence differently, and this isn’t an accurate representation of all neurodivergent people, this is solely based of my personal experience with autism, though neurodivergence comes in many different forms and not just autism. based of this request!!!

It was late spring, and the air around Dorset had a gentle warmth, fresh with the promise of summer. You and Leah had been seeing each other for a few weeks now, with dates that felt both tender and easy—small glimpses of how good things could be when you didn’t have to hide yourself so much. Even if you hadn’t told Leah everything about you, each date seemed to draw you closer, as if she could sense the parts of you you weren’t quite ready to show.

Today, Leah had planned a surprise. She hadn’t given away much, only mentioning that she’d packed a picnic and that she hoped you didn’t mind “a bit of a trek.” You’d met her just outside her little holiday home that afternoon, where she greeted you with her usual warmth, her eyes lighting up when she saw you.

“Hi sweet, you ready for a little adventure?” she asked, her North London accent curling around her words in a way that made you smile.

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling that familiar mix of excitement and nerves. “Where are we headed?”

“It’s a surprise,” Leah said with a playful glint in her eye. “But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

She handed you a small, neatly packed backpack, giving you a wink as she shouldered her own. You took a deep breath, the sensation of the warm afternoon sun grounding you as you followed her down the winding forest path.

The journey was beautiful but long, winding through tall pines and wildflowers in bloom, their colors bright against the emerald green of the forest floor. Leah kept up an easy conversation as you walked, her voice a comforting presence beside you. She asked questions now and then—gentle ones, never prying too deep, like she understood you’d answer in your own time.

“How come you like the country side so much? Not like in a ew way, I just think it gets a bit boring”

You thought about it, carefully choosing your words. “I’m not to sure, i’ve always preferred somewhere quieter. Somewhere where I could have my own rhythm, I guess. The city is just… too much sometimes.”

Leah nodded, her face softening in understanding. “I kinda get what you mean. It can be a lot, all that noise and chaos. I bought the house to get away sometimes. I do sometimes like being in a place where you can actually hear yourself think,”

You gave a small smile, the warmth in her words easing some of the tension in your chest. It felt good, hearing her talk about needing her own space. It reminded you that maybe your own needs weren’t so strange.

After nearly an hour, Leah led you through a small clearing and out onto a sunlit hill, overlooking a valley where a river sparkled as it wound its way through the forest. The sight took your breath away; the view was so open, so peaceful. Leah spread out a blanket on the grass, giving you a gentle smile as she motioned for you to sit beside her.

As you settled onto the blanket, you felt a surge of gratitude toward her for bringing you here, to this quiet place. It was beautiful—and quiet. So quiet that you felt your shoulders relax as you took in the scene around you.

“Perfect, isn’t it?” Leah murmured, lying back on the blanket, her hands resting behind her head. “Just us and the whole world spread out like this.”

“Yeah,” you said softly, glancing over at her. “It really is.”

You felt a pull toward her in that moment, a soft, warm connection you hadn’t felt with anyone before. Being with Leah felt like breathing fresh air after being cooped up for too long. And yet, even with her kindness, you still couldn’t shake the lingering worry that had been building over the past few weeks—the part of you that kept wondering what would happen if Leah knew the truth. It was a fear that had become familiar, one you’d felt in other relationships before: the worry that maybe you’d be “too much” once someone really got to know you.

The thought weighed on you as you sat beside her, watching as she unpacked the small picnic she’d prepared. She handed you a sandwich, smiling as she brushed a stray curl from her face.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

You laughed softly, trying to push the worry from your mind. “Yeah, I am… I think. This looks amazing.”

The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a while, Leah occasionally making little comments about the clouds or the wildflowers blooming nearby. As you watched her, you felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling of being seen and accepted just as you were. But then, just as you were starting to relax, Leah turned to you with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” she said softly, her gaze steady on yours. “I… I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you these past few weeks. Being with you, it feels… easy, you know? Like I don’t have to pretend to be anything I’m not.”

Her words sent a jolt through you, a strange mix of happiness and anxiety swirling in your chest. This was the moment you’d been hoping for, but the thought of her not knowing everything about you made it feel… fragile. Like you were standing on the edge of something precious and terrifying.

“Leah, I…” You took a deep breath, the words catching in your throat. “Before we… before you tell me something more serious, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Leah’s expression softened, her gaze open and patient. “Of course. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen.”

You hesitated, your heart pounding as you tried to find the right words. “I have autism.” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, but quite blunt. “so sometimes I experience the world differently. Things that seem simple for other people can be… challenging for me. Loud noises, bright lights, weird smells—they can be overwhelming. And i don’t really get social cues properly, and i sometimes says odd things.”

You looked down, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I just… I didn’t want you to be surprised if… if I have days where I struggle. I’d understand if that’s too much for you. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

For a moment, Leah was quiet, and you felt the silence stretch between you, your heart sinking as you braced yourself for her reaction. But then, gently, she reached out, her hand covering yours in a warm, reassuring grip.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice gentle. “Look at me.”

Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet hers, and to your surprise, you saw nothing but warmth in her eyes.

“I kinda thought so?” she said, her tone soft but steady. “I didn’t know for sure, but… well, you’d mentioned needing time alone sometimes, and I noticed how certain things seemed to make you anxious. But you know what?” She paused, her gaze unwavering. “I like you, just as you are. I like all the little things that make you you, whether they’re easy or not.”

You blinked, her words washing over you like a balm. “You… you do?”

“Of course I do,” Leah replied,as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I mean, loving someone isn’t about expecting them to be stereotypically perfect. It’s about seeing who they are—all of them—and still wanting to be there. And I… I want to be here, with you.” She paused, looking thoughtful. “I know there might be things I don’t understand, there’s probably a lot i’ll get wrong, but I’d rather learn than walk away.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest, a feeling of relief and joy so strong that it left you speechless. For so long, you’d been afraid that no one would be willing to understand the parts of you that were different. But here was Leah, offering acceptance without hesitation, as if loving you was the most natural thing in the world.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “No one’s ever… said anything like that nice to me before.”

Leah’s smile softened as she took your hand in hers, her thumb tracing gentle circles over your skin. “Well, then, I’ll just have to keep saying it, because you deserve to be known, gorgeous,” she murmured, her voice carrying a playful warmth. “You’re incredible, just as you are. And I want to be here, even on the hard days.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and Leah reached up to gently brush it away, her touch so soft it made your heart ache. The two of you sat there in silence, the weight of her words settling over you like a comforting blanket. In that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to hide parts of yourself to be loved.

Taking a deep breath, you gave her hand a small squeeze, feeling a surge of gratitude for this beautiful, open-hearted person beside you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “For… for understanding, it’s more than i could ever ask for.”

Leah gave you a warm smile, her eyes shining with a quiet, steady affection. “Always, love.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, the sun dipping low in the sky as the first stars began to emerge. You leaned your head against her shoulder, feeling her arm come around you in a gentle embrace, and for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at ease—loved and accepted, just as you were.

[lovelaetter]

i need your thoughts on chaewon with a biker!gf PLEASE

i imagine the gf being a lot taller with big veiny hands perhaps g!p if you don't think that's too much...

as a chaewon size kink enjoyer, all i can say is: big YES. this girl, she gets so giggly around you, since always, all she can do is “oh i’m so small and tiny and defenseless i wish i had a strong tall big gf to protect me ooh” kinda pick me? yes but it’s not her fault you need to understand she is thinking with her pussy, okay? and it worked because look, you’re dating !!

very proud of you with the whole biker thing. she doesn’t know much about the mechanics but she learns a lot with you, listens carefully to everything you say, loves to see you so excited about it. i will have to go for the cliche leather jacket biker here just to say she steals yours a lot to the point you just bought her one and she keeps stealing yours because “it’s comfier”, also, because of that and because of how easy it is to find her around town carrying her helmet under her arm or just hanging around your bike at the parking lot people often think it’s hers and jesus christ you don’t wanna be one of the poor unfortunate souls that ask her something about it because she will open this smile and start “actually, i’m glad you asked, my girlfriend-” like her annoying ass can’t stop yapping about you… unless it’s a weird man then she will sense that from far away and just pick her phone and text you “babe, are gonna be mad if i get some blood on the helmet? there’s this guy…” but its not like she will need to do it because she got the strong big tall gf she wanted so she can play the defenseless princess all the time around you.

overall, big turn on for her, she’s all for the aesthetic too, loves to sneak a few pics of you and you both together all the time on her insta, her mind 100% like “hehe the tiktok girlies will love this one”, she’s so silly. not to mention how she loves to go on late night rides on a highway with you where she can do nothing but wrap her arms around you and rest her face on your back, feeling the wind hit her body, she will never say no to this, in fact will beg to go with you. and you make a stop at this spot that is so beautiful during nighttime, just you two, hugging her from behind, talking nonsense, laughing… everything is romantic, babe. but let’s not pretend she isn’t the one to ruin said moments by asking suddenly to go home, looking up and blinking her adorable eyes at you just because she got too horny to handle it, like yeah, who would thought the bike’s vibrations would go straight to her pussy haha who would imagine that don’t even accuse her of such thing. horny gremlin chaewon.

now let me me talk about size a bit because i want to and i can this is my blog. she loves how you tower over her easily, no she’s not making fuck me eyes, she simply has to look up at you like that! still on the late night rides things, loves when you are just as horny as her and can’t even wait to get inside her apartment, will press your body against hers right there at the garage of her building, shushing her cries with kisses as your fingers find their way inside her with no care if someone walks in or about the cameras, it’s okay, it’s dark and no one can see her there, you cover her up just fine and all she has to do is be quiet.

obsessed with your hands, she totally compares hands sizes, all the time, it makes her knees weak how easy it is for you wrap her waist with them and do so many things with her body, throw her around and in the way you like best, bounce her up and down your cock, she doesn’t have to do a thing but be there like a toy and it’s so good, everything she ever wanted.

[littlemissfortune69]

ANIMALS

Beastars boys in a rut

NSFW,p in v, impregnation, kinky, mating press, doggy, degration, submission, cow girl, blow job, p-rn with plot, non-con, no real animals were used in here, mean reader, bondage, knotting,baby trapping.

(loser,submissiveLegoshixreader),

Legoshi-pet

It was a fine evening today at cherryton academy, mammal big or small studied to learn and evolve into the real world. Meanwhile you a small lamb managed to get enrolled here, other students from clubs did their best to grab members left to right. But you landed in the theater club.

The club members are nice to you, going easy on you since you are a very fragile lamb (or so they thought), the club held a show and it was about two lost souls who met, the girls were trying their best to get in the role of being the female lead just to partner up with louis.

You never find interest in louis, you only see him as a determined club leader of the theater, after class the students rush to the end of the hall to see who got the lead, and badam! You manage to land in the role.

"how did she managed to get the role??.. Its so unfair.."

the other girl said that made her ear twitch out of frustration

"i know right??.. She probably hooked up with louis...".

You didn't care what they said but you gotta admit it hurts to be called a whore, the next day you arrived at school two hours early, you live near school thats why, you wanted to give it in your all for this play.

Entering the theater club with the help of the spare key the night guard gave you, you practiced your lines with ease but a little awkward since there was no partner or other person infront of you to practice with the lines with you.

"oh my love of dawn and sun of... Son of a wasp.. I keep forgetting it..."

You grumbled in frustration, you checked the ticking clock, you already wasted thirty minutes from rehearsing four lines... You still have 15 more and you cannot get it done.

"alright... Alright! Do it again.."

You said in frustration.

"oh my love of dawn... Sun of my light.. I beg of you to stay with me to the end of my lif- ahhh!"

You screamed as you hear the bucket of water fell from the second floor, you looked up to see a familiar member of the club, he was a handsome tall towering grey wolf.

"i-I'm sorry,... I-i didn't mean to sneak up on you.."he said frantically apologizing.

".... Are you... Legoshi??..." you asked pointing at him with your brows shifting in confusion.

"y-yes ma'am." he said bowing, he kneels down to wipe the puddle of dirty dust water he tipped over.

"why are you getting all shy?... Im - - - - -, stop calling me ma'am we are just about the same age." you said leaning towards him.

"u-uh.. Sure ma-... I mean.. Lamb.." he said looking down. "oh.. I guess you can call me lamb too..,wolf?." you said in a teasing tone.

"um... I kinda stained your uniform... Do you want me to help?... I mean.. How can i repay you?... In exchange... Of the uniform?.." he said looking down guilty.

You start walking towards him "hmm.. Good question... You did messed up my lines two minutes ago... How bout you practice the lines with me and all is forgiven?" you said staring into him.

"a-are you sure? I mean.. Im not a good actor.... I messed up the last play and-"

He stopped yapping when he sees you standing in place of the spotlight.

"oh.. My love of dawn.... Sun of my light.. I beg you to stay with me to the end of my life.. Will you?" i said looking at legoshi's dumbfounded face, i giggled forgetting to give him the script.

"goddess of my heart.. Please forget and forgive.. The uhh.. Evil th- deeds i did... How could you love me?." legoshi responded sweat dripping, he was so adorable looking all stupid, holding a script like a child.

"hmm.. My love... I remember every touch... Every evil deed you did to me... But i made a vow to you.. Infront of the gods..."

Yap yap yap.

A week passed and you and legoshi start to become nice friends, he was so kind and gullible,but oh boy what a fierce wolfe he was. One day you were walking down the hall to give him a book you borrowed for you wolf quiz that you took the day before, you knocked at the dormitory, you were greeted by a close friend of legoshi, jack.

"oh hey..! Who are you? Wait wait.. Oh you're - - - - - legoshi is talking about you all the time! Im jack hahaha..! Oh is that his book? Sadly he isn't here at the moment. He went to the garden rooftop.!" you bid goodbye and went to the garden rooftop excited, you did not understand your body but you get very excited getting all cozy and close with legoshi.

You opened the gate and you were shock seeing him talking to a dwarf rabbit,you knew her not by name but from her reputation, you know that she sleeps with different men around campus herbivores, carnivorous mammals were talking about her, girlfriends fighting her.

You get pissed off even though you and legoshi are not dating... Suddenly a bold idea got into your head.

Current time 6:00

That night you returned to the boys dormitory knocking, legoshi opened the door for you, "oh... Oh.! Hey lamb.. What are you doing here so late?..."he asked yawning rubbing his eyes.

"i came here to return a book..!. And its not that late... Its only six o'clock wolf.."

You retorted.

"oh but dormitory check ups happen at seven thirty... The guards will scold you And me...." he said worried.(how adorable)

"fine fine... Geez.. I only came to return this wolf history book you lend me. I'm not the type of friend to be ignorant."you said handing him the book.

"anyways... Where are your roomates? You seem alone..." you said peeking behind him.

"oh they have sports activities to attend most of the canines attend those sports..." he said scratching his neck.

"uhuh... Anyways get in i need to tell you sumthing..!" you said pushing him in and closing the door.

"wow... Your dorms are neater than the girls dormitory..." you said amazed. "lamb you shouldn't..!come in here.. What would my roommates think??! T-that i brought a girl in here?!! U-uhh and what if the teachers found out about us?!!?" legoshi said blushing. He is never used to another girl in the same room.

"you're such a loser wolf.. Hmm is this your bed?" you asked jumping in the lower bunk bed. "oh yeah.. How did you know?" legoshi asked, "it smells like you..." you said nuzzling you soft lamb nose in his pillow.

You guys chatted for a while, legoshi was sitting on the floor facing his bed, he was such a nerd showing off his beetle that he named rhino-chan, for the first five minutes was decent. But soon legoshi can feel a heat in his abdomen, you noticed and smiled "wolf... Are you alright?" you asked innocently.

Suddenly he jumped in the bed on top of you, he kissed your lips roughly with no warning, you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck. "goshi... What's the matter?..." you said innocently, "w-what are you doing to me.....".

Current time 6:50

"P-please.. I wanna move...can i move?... Please... I wanna move... It burns so bad.." legoshi says whimpering like a dog, you were both still are clothed unfortunately, omly a few buttons undo here and there, your skirt lifted but panties were on your ankles. Legoshi cries since you guys have been cock warming for thirty minutes now.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, his pants unzip and buttons undo, his veiny angry red cock stuffed up in your cunt,you were drooling from the feeling.

"no no.. Goshi.. I'll only move when i feel like it... This is your punishment for talking to that dwarf rabbit.." you said leaning towards his ear nibbling on his earlobe.

"h-huh?... Y-you mean ahh..! Ha-haru?....she's j-just hngg.. A friend...!" he yelped as he feels your walls clenching around his length.

"ohh... Really?~... Then why were you talking to her? Huh?.." you asked bucking your hips upwards to tease him and give a little friction of pleasure. "i-i was just.. Hngg... Asking for.. F-flowers ahh... For the upcoming play..!" he moaned.

"if that's the case goshi... Then... You have my permission to rut- ahh!" as soon as the words came out of your mouth, he starts thrusting down on you. Pounding your tight sheep cunt, breeding it deeply.

"o-oh! Fuck! Goshii..! Keep ahh! Dont stopp... Hngg good boy! Good boyyy!!!" you moaned loudly, it was the most toe curling, breath taking, eye rolling, body shaking ever.

His fat 16 inch grey wolf cock pounding you down on his mattress, the angry red tip felt like it was inside your cervix, you both kept thrusting and grinding down on each other.

Soon a big ball of meat started forming at the base of this man's dick just above his ballsack, your eyes widen. Was he gonna knot into you?.

The thought made your pussy leak with your sweet juicy essence, you buck your hips wanting his knot, you felt close to your release, you squirted and squeeze his veiny dick.

Because of that, it made him cum.

You just got confuse when he was about to pull out, but you helped him by locking him with your legs pulling him to shove his big fat dick back in you.

"w-hy did you do that??..! I might get you pregnant..!" he said in a panic. Not in 'im not ready to commit panic' but in like a 'im worried i might hurt you panic'.

You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck "goshi.. Calm down... I'll figure this out later... Anywa-" you stopped looking down.

It pisses you off really. You wanted to be knotted to be locked up with him, you were so mad when you see his hand holding his painfull knot so it wont go inside you. No wonder why it didn't go in.

"... Goshi... My sweet boy.." *you said holding his hands. "lay down. I'll clean you up mkay?..." you said soothing him, he lays down beside you as you sat up, his cock still semi hard but his knot was still big and tender.

You grabbed a towel from his drawer and started wiping his sweat. "you did so well for me goshi... So good..." you phrase him making his tail wag, his ears tense.

"t-thank you... But.. Are you alright? Are you sore?..." he asked worriedly.

You wanted to make him your husband then and there.

"I. Need to tell you something lamb.." he said blushing

"y-you're... You're my first.." he said. "i-i never done this with another girl or guy... I-I'm glad you're my first.. H-hey wait why are you going on top of me- ahh! S-stop I'll knot in you! Hnngg! Lamb please stop!! It feels so good!.."

The next day, you went to the theater club to practice with a pathetic adorable legoshi behind you.

"wow.! - - - - -, you and legoshi must be really close..? He has been sticking next to you for the whole day..?" els ask curious.

"hmm? Oh.! He and i are being really.. Really close.." you said smiling, you went to the backstage to try out the costumes and legoshi followed helping you.

"goshi.. You've been following me.. Everywhere..?" you asked looking at the mirror. ".. Well...I've had a gut feeling... You know.. Since we did it last night?.... Ever since i knotted you... It... Kinda tells my brain you're baring my pups.." he said scratching his neck awkwardly.

"hmm.. Is that so.. I guess it's because we mated last night it is reasonable for you to become attached to me~" you said kissing his cheek and walking away leaving him flustered.

Thank you so much for reading!! It's my first time writing smut and i kinda got lazy at the last part😖.

[elswhore]

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OCTOBER 14. 2016 HOPKINS HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM

The Fall Art Fair was a big deal at Hopkins, a chance for the art kids to shine and paige, a freshman already turning heads on the royals’ basketball team, was here mostly because her best friend, azzi fudd, had dragged her along.

Paige adjusted her hoodie, her blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail, and scanned the room, she was all limbs and confidence, her easy grin and quick wit making her a favorite among teammates and classmates, she’d already played in varsity scrimmages, her silky handles and impossible layups earning whispers of “prodigy” from coaches.

But tonight, she was just paige, dodging a tray of cookies offered by a PTA mom and pretending to understand qzzi’s excitement about pottery. “Yo, azzi, you owe me for this” paige teased, nudging her “I could be working on my crossover right now.”

Azzi, her dark eyes sparkling, rolled them “You’re gonna thank me when you see something cool. Art’s not just for nerds, Buckets.” Paige snorted, her nickname earned from her knack for sinking shots feeling like a badge of honor.

“We’ll see about that.” As Azzi darted to a table of ceramic bowls, paige wandered, her nikes scuffing the gym floor, the art was fine—colorful abstracts, a weird clay foot—but nothing grabbed her, she was about to text azzi to bail when she stopped dead, her breath catching.

At the far end of the gym, near the bleachers, a table stood alone, its display stark but magnetic, a single sketchbook lay open, flanked by a few framed drawings, each rendered in pencil and charcoal with a precision that felt alive.

The open page showed a minneapolis skyline at dusk, the IDS Center’s spire piercing a smudged sky, every window and shadow so detailed it seemed to pulse, another frame held a portrait of an elderly man, his wrinkles and half-smile so real paige could almost hear his voice.

But it was the third drawing that rooted her a basketball player mid-layup, her form dynamic, ponytail whipping, the ball an inch from the rim. the energy, the motion it was like watching herself on the court.

“Whoa” Paige muttered, leaning closer, she didn’t know art, but she knew this was different. It wasn’t just good it was alive, a soft laugh broke her trance. “You’re gonna smudge the glass if you get any closer.” Paige straightened, cheeks warming, and turned to the voice.

A girl her age stood behind the table, arms crossed, a playful glint in her dark eyes, she was striking, curly hair pulled into a messy bun, a smudge of charcoal on her cheek like a badge, her faded denim jacket was covered in paint splatters, and a pencil was tucked behind her ear.

She wasn’t tall like paige, but her presence filled the space, confident yet guarded, like she was sizing paige up. “Sorry” Paige said, flashing her trademark grin. “This is… insane, you drew all these?” The girl nodded, a flicker of pride crossing her face. “Yeah, took me forever, but worth it.”

Paige glanced at the name tag on the table, Xai Celeste, Freshman. “Xai, huh? That’s cool. i'm Paige. Paige Bueckers.” xai’s lips twitched, like she was suppressing a smile. “I know who you are, fancy Jump Shots, saw you at the pep rally last week. You’re kinda a big deal.”

Paige laughed, rubbing the back of her neck “Nah, just tryna keep up, but seriously, this art? you’re the big deal, this basketball one it’s like you were in my head.” Xai’s eyes softened, and she stepped closer, flipping the sketchbook to another page a sketch of a dallas street, food trucks and neon signs buzzing with life.

“Thanks, i just… see things, you know? Try to make them real. That one’s from home.”

“Dallas?” Paige asked catching the warmth in xai’s voice. “Yeah. Moved here a few months ago. Minnesota’s cold as hell, no offense.” Xai smirked, and Paige burst out laughing. “Facts! you’ll get used to it. or, like, buy a bigger coat.”

Paige leaned against the table, her usual shyness around new people melting away ​​​​​​away “so, what’s it like there? cold, yeah, but you’ll survive.” xai tilted her head, studying paige.

“You’re not what I expected.” Paige raised an eyebrow. “What, you thought I’d be all ego and no brain?”

“Something like that” Xai admitted, her grin teasing. “But you’re… i dunno. Real.” Paige’s heart did a weird flip, like she’d just nailed a game-winner. “You’re not so bad yourself, Dallas. Bet you could draw a mean crossover.” Xai laughed, a sound like summer, and paige knew, right then, she wanted to hear it again.

OCTOBER 26. 2016 HOPKINS HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM

Across the gym, tucked against the folded bleachers with a clear view of the court, Xai Celeste sat cross legged on a blanket, her sketchbook balanced on her knees, her hair were pulled into a loose bun, a pencil tucked behind her ear, and her denim jacket splattered with paint and now sporting a new dallas mavericks patch draped over her shoulders.

The smudge of charcoal on her cheek was a constant, like a signature, and her deep brown eyes flicked between her drawing and the chaos of the gym, she’d come to hang with two art-class friends, Maya and Liam, who were sprawled beside her, munching on vending machine chips and gossiping about homecoming.

But Xai’s attention kept drifting to the court, to the fluid motion of a certain freshman guard who moved like she was dancing with the ball. “Xai, you’re not even listening” Maya teased, nudging her with a chip crusted finger. “What’s got you so zoned out? liam’s dumb crush on the debate kid, or…” She followed Xai’s gaze, smirking.

“Oh, it’s Miss Fancy Jump Shots.” Xai’s cheeks warmed, and she ducked her head, scribbling harder at her sketch a half-finished outline of the gym’s rafters, with light streaming through high windows. “Shut up, Maya. im just… observing, for art.”

Liam snorted, pushing up his glasses. “Yeah, ‘art.’ Sure. You’ve been staring at Paige Bueckers for, like, ten minutes. Her and her stupid perfect crossovers.” Xai rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Y’all are dramatic. I’m working on perspective, okay?” She flipped her sketchbook to hide the truth a smaller, secret sketch in the corner, the rough lines of a girl mid dribble, ponytail flying, unmistakably Paige.

She’d only known Paige for a couple of weeks, since that night at the Fall Art Fair when paige had gawked at her drawings like they were magic, they’d run into each other a few times since in the halls, at the cafeteria trading jokes and easy grins that left xai’s stomach fluttering.

Paige was… different, not just the basketball prodigy everyone hyped, but real, funny, the kind of person who made you feel seen, xai hadn’t expected to like her this much, not when she was just passing through minnesota, her real home waiting back in Dallas.

But paige had a way of sneaking past her walls, like a layup no one saw coming, on the court, practice paused for a water break, and paige jogged to the sidelines, gulping from a Gatorade bottle. Her eyes scanned the gym, landing on the bleachers where xai sat.

A slow grin spread across her face, and xai’s heart did a quick stutter, like she’d missed a step, paige said something to her teammate azzi , handed off her bottle, and started weaving through the crowd toward the bleachers, her nikes scuffing with purpose.

“Oh, crap” Xai muttered, closing her sketchbook as Maya and Liam exchanged smirks. “Yo, Celes!” Paige called, her voice cutting through the gym’s hum, playful but loud enough to turn heads.

She stopped at the base of the bleachers, hands on her hips, sweat glistening on her brow. “You just gonna sit there drawing the ceiling, or you got something cooler going on?” Xai’s friends snickered, and she shot them a glare before meeting paige’s gaze.

Those blue eyes were trouble sparkling, teasing, like paige knew exactly how to get under her skin. “Maybe im drawing the ceiling ‘cause it’s more interesting than your layups, buckets” Xai shot back, her dry wit sharp but warm.

Paige laughed, a bright, unguarded sound that made xai’s chest tighten “Ouch, celes, you wound me.” She climbed the bleachers, ignoring maya and liam’s not-so-subtle stares, and dropped onto the blanket beside xai, close enough that their knees brushed.

“Lemme see what you’re working on, bet it’s fire.” Xai clutched her sketchbook, her pulse quickening. “It’s not done. And you’re all sweaty, so, like, don’t ruin my vibe.”

“Ruin your vibe?” Paige grinned, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Come on, I saw your stuff at the art fair, you’re basically Picasso, show me.”

Before Xai could argue, paige pulled her phone from her pocket, her fingers quick as she swiped through photos. “Hold up, i got an idea” she said, her eyes lighting up, she turned the screen toward xai, revealing a picture of herself and a younger boy, with warm brown skin, a wide grin, and a basketball tucked under his arm.

They were on a court, paige’s arm slung around his shoulders, both laughing like they’d just pulled off a prank. “This is my baby brother, Drew. He’s, like, my favorite human, well, most days.” Xai leaned in, studying the photo, drew had paige’s energy, that same spark, and the way paige’s face softened talking about him made xai’s heart do a weird little twist.

“He’s cute” she said, smirking. “Looks like he might have better game than you.” Paige gasped, clutching her chest. “Okay, wow, you’re ruthless, Celes, but for real…” She hesitated, a rare flicker of shyness crossing her face.

“Could you draw us? Like, me and drew? I’d love to give him something cool, you know? your art’s… it’s special.” Xai’s breath caught, paige’s voice was earnest, her usual swagger softened by something real, and the compliment your art’s special hit deeper than xai expected.

She glanced at the photo again, then at paige, whose eyes were locked on her, hopeful and a little nervous, maya and liam were watching like this was a rom-com, but xai barely noticed, her mind already sketching the lines of paige’s grin.

“You’re really hyping me up, Buckets” Xai said, her voice lighter than she felt, she flipped open her sketchbook to a fresh page, her pencil hovering. “Fine. i’ll draw you and drew, but you gotta tell me something about him first, like, what’s his deal?”

Paige’s face lit up, and she launched into a story about drew how he was obsessed with basketball, xai listened, her pencil moving as she started a rough outline, capturing paige’s animated expression from the photo, drew’s playful stance.

Paige leaned closer, pointing at the sketch. “Yo, that’s his goofy smile! You’re too good, Dallas.” Their shoulders brushed again, and xai didn’t pull away, her heart racing as paige’s voice filled the space between them.

“Don’t jinx it” she said, but she was smiling, her usual walls crumbling under paige’s warmth “And you owe me for this, like, big time.” “Name your price” Paige said, her grin sly. “Pizza? Ice cream? Or…” She paused, her voice teasing.

“I could teach you how to shoot a three.” Xai laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, echoing in the gym. “You think i need your help? Please, i’d school you.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” Paige’s eyes sparkled, and for a moment, the gym faded the whistles, the chatter, her friends’ smirks until it was just them, two kids with dreams bigger than the court, inching closer to something neither could name.

As the whistle blew, calling paige back to practice, she stood, stretching. “Finish that sketch, celes. I’m serious—I’m framing it for Drew’s room.”

“Only if you say ‘Xai’s the greatest artist ever’ first” Xai shot back, her grin matching paige’s.

Paige leaned down, her voice a soft, playful whisper. “Xai’s the greatest artist ever. Happy?” Xai’s cheeks warmed, her heart pounding. “Yeah. Happy.” Paige jogged back to the court, throwing xai one last grin over her shoulder.

Xai opened her sketchbook, tracing the lines of Paige and Drew, and knew this moment paige’s laugh, the photo, the spark—was already etching itself into her heart.

OCTOBER 23. 2016  HOPKINS HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM

The gym hummed with the fading echoes of practice, the court now quiet as the players trickled out, their laughter bouncing off the walls, outside, the late october evening had turned crisp, the minnesota air biting at xai's fingertips as she sat on a low brick wall by the gym’s exit, her sketchbook clutched against her chest. It was nearly night, the sky a deep indigo streaked with clouds, streetlights casting a soft glow over the frost-dusted grass.

Xai’s breath puffed in small clouds, her denim jacket barely enough against the chill, but she didn’t budge, she’d finished the sketch of paige  and her brother drew, a week after paige’s request, and the framed drawing, wrapped in brown paper, rested beside her.

Xai had poured hours into it, her charcoal strokes capturing paige’s confident grin and drew’s goofy energy from that driveway photo, she hadn’t planned to wait this long practice was supposed to end an hour ago but something about paige’s earnest “It’s special” kept her rooted, even as her eyelids grew heavy.

Xai shifted, tucking her tight curls under her hood, her deep brown eyes scanning the gym doors, she’d told maya and liam she’d head home after sketching, but the truth was, she wanted to see paige’s face when she handed her the drawing.

The gym doors swung open, and paige stepped out, her navy hoodie zipped over her practice gear, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail was loose, strands sticking to her sweat damp forehead, and she was laughing, her voice carrying as she waved to her teammate azzi, who headed toward a waiting car.

Paige’s blue eyes swept the lot, landing on xai, curled on the wall, her head dipping as sleep tugged at her, xai’s sketchbook had slipped to her lap, her hands slack, and a soft snore escaped her, barely audible.

Paige froze, her grin fading into something softer, her breath catching. “xai?” she called, her voice low, almost a whisper, as she jogged over, xai didn’t stir, and paige crouched beside her, her duffel hitting the ground.

“Yo, xai, you’re gonna freeze out here” she said, her tone teasing but laced with concern, she nudged xai’s knee gently, and xai’s eyes fluttered open, bleary and confused.

“Wha—?” Xai mumbled, blinking at paige’s face, inches away, those blue eyes sparkling under the streetlight, her heart jolted, and she sat up, nearly dropping her sketchbook. “Oh, crap, i didn’t mean to—” She rubbed her eyes, cheeks warming as she realized she’d dozed off.

Paige laughed, a warm, unguarded sound, and sat on the wall beside her, close enough that their thighs brushed. “You good, sleepyhead? What are you even doing out here? It’s, like, Arctic level cold.” Her grin was all mischief, but her gaze lingered, searching xai’s face.

Xai’s breath hitched, and she pulled the wrapped drawing closer her fingers trembling—not just from the chill. “I… finished it” she said, her voice quieter than usual, her dry wit buried under nerves.

“The sketch, you and drew. Didn’t wanna give it to you in front of everybody, so i waited.” She paused, glancing at paige, who was staring like she’d just hit a game winner. “Didn’t know you’d take forever, though.” Paige’s eyes widened, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping.

“You waited this whole time? For me?” Her usual swagger softened, a flicker of awe crossing her face. “Xai, that’s… i don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t make it weird, Buckets” xai said, forcing a smirk, but her cheeks burned as she handed paige the package. “Just take it, and don’t, like, drop it or anything.” Paige took the drawing, her fingers brushing xai’s, sending a spark up xai’s arm.

She tore the paper carefully, her breath catching as she revealed the framed sketch, it was stunning paige and drew in charcoal, their driveway moment frozen in time, paige’s arm was slung around drew, her grin cocky yet warm, while Drew’s toothy smile and basketball tucked stance radiated scrappy charm. Every line, every shadow, felt alive, like xai had bottled their bond.

“Whoa” Paige whispered, her voice barely audible, she traced the frame, her eyes shining. “This is… unreal, xai. Like, I’m framing this for drew’s room, but I kinda want it in mine too.” she looked at Xai, her grin wide but soft, like she was seeing her for the first time.

“You’re a freaking genius, Celeste.” Xai ducked her head, her curls falling loose, her heart pounding. “It’s just a sketch” she mumbled, but paige’s awe was unraveling her. “Took me a while to get drew’s grin right. Kid’s got a lot of teeth.”

Paige laughed, clutching the frame to her chest “You nailed it, he’s gonna flip when he sees this.” She paused, her voice dropping, almost shy. “You didn’t have to wait out here, you know. But… I’m glad you did.” Xai met her gaze, those blue eyes pulling her in, and for a moment, the cold, the gym, the world faded.

“You falling asleep out here? That’s some dedication,  You sure you’re not just tryna impress me?” Xai smirked, her wit resurfacing. “Impress you? Please, i just didn’t wanna carry this frame all the way home.”

Paige laughed, her shoulder brushing Xai’s as they headed into the night, the sketch a silent promise of something growing between them, something neither could name yet but both felt in the warmth of their steps.

Paige shifted the frame under one arm, her gaze flicking over xai’s thin denim jacket and the way she hugged herself against the cold. “Celeste,” she said, her voice dropping from its playful lilt to something softer

“you eaten yet? Like, dinner or anything?” She tilted her head, her blonde ponytail swaying, her brows knitting with sudden concern.

Xai blinked, caught off guard, her stomach growled faintly, betraying her, and she realized she hadn’t eaten since a granola bar at lunch, she’d been too focused on finishing the sketch, then too nervous waiting for Paige.

“Uh, no” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, her curls bouncing loose from her hood. “I was gonna grab something at home, it’s fine.” Paige’s eyes narrowed, a determined glint sparking in them.

“Nope, not fine” she said, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbing xai’s wrist with her free hand, her touch warm and firm.

“You’re not going home starving after waiting out here like a popsicle, come on, we’re eating. My treat.” Xai’s pulse jumped at the contact, and she tried to pull back, her wit kicking in to mask her flustered state.

“Whoa, hold up, Buckets, you don’t gotta kidnap me. I’m good.” Paige didn’t let go, her grin turning sly as she tugged xai toward the lot where a beat up silver Honda waited—her mom’s car, borrowed for the night.

“Good? You’re half-asleep and freezing, Celeste. No way I’m letting you walk home like this. Get in, we’re hitting Rosie’s.” She opened the passenger door, gesturing like a chauffeur, her eyes daring Xai to argue.

Xai hesitated, her breath puffing in the cold, rosie’s was a cozy diner in St. Louis Park, all warm lights and greasy comfort food, the kind of place she’d passed but never entered.

The idea of sitting across from paige, just the two of them, made her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with hunger, but paige’s grip was insistent, her smile impossible to resist, and xai’s resolve crumbled.

“Fine” she muttered, sliding into the car, clutching her sketchbook like a shield. “But if the fries suck, you’re in trouble.” Paige laughed, shutting the door and circling to the driver’s side, the framed sketch carefully placed in the backseat.

“Fries at rosie’s are elite, trust me,” she said, starting the engine, the car smelled faintly of gatorade and lavender air freshener, and as they pulled out of the lot, paige cranked the heat, glancing at xai. “You’re gonna thank me when you’re warm and full, Celes” Xai rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips, her fingers thawing against the heater’s blast.

Rosie’s Diner glowed like a beacon on the quiet street, its neon sign buzzing, windows fogged with warmth, inside, the air smelled of burgers and coffee, and a jukebox played a soft Motown tune.

Paige led xai to a red vinyl booth by the window, dropping her duffel and the sketch frame onto the seat, the waitress, a woman with a perm and a name tag reading “Barb” handed them menus, winking at paige. “Back again, kid? You’re gonna eat us out of fries.”

Paige grinned, all charm “Gotta keep the team fed, Barb, this is xai, by the way. She’s an artist, so don’t mess up her order.” Xai’s cheeks burned, and she ducked behind her menu, muttering “Don’t hype me up like that.”

But Paige’s laugh was infectious, and soon they were ordering a cheeseburger and fries for paige, grilled cheese and a chocolate shake for xai, who insisted she’d pay her share (Paige waved her off).

As they waited, paige leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her eyes locked on xai. “For real, though..” she said, her voice softer “that sketch? I’m still freaking out, drew’s gonna lose it when I show him, you put, like… us in there. Not just our faces, you know?”

Xai fiddled with her straw, her heart racing. “I just tried to get you right,” she said, glancing up. “You and Drew, you’ve got this… vibe. Like you’d fight the world for each other. It’s cool.” Paige’s grin softened, her eyes flickering with something deep.

“Yeah, that’s him. My little shadow. Always stealing my ball, talking trash.” She paused, studying xai. “You get that, though. Like, you see stuff other people don’t. That’s why your art’s so good.” Xai’s breath caught, and she looked away, her fingers tracing the table’s checkered pattern.

“You’re making it a big deal,” she mumbled, but paige’s words lit her up, like a spark to her dream of museum walls lined with her drawings.

Their food arrived, and Paige shoved a fry at Xai, grinning. “Eat, Celes, before I start feeding you like a kid.” xai laughed, biting into her grilled cheese, the warmth spreading through her, chasing away the night’s chill.

They talked—Paige about a botched layup in practice, xai about a dallas food truck she missed, their voices weaving easily, like they’d done this a hundred times. paige stole a sip of xai’s shake, smirking when xai swatted her hand, and xai doodled a tiny basketball on her napkin, sliding it to paige with a mock-serious.

“Your next tattoo.”As they finished, the diner quiet except for the jukebox’s hum, paige leaned back, her eyes soft. “Thanks for waiting tonight, Xai” she said, her voice low. “Means a lot, you didn’t have to.” Xai met her gaze, her heart pounding. “Yeah, well” she said, her voice barely above a whisper “I wanted to.” Paige’s smile was slow, warm, like a promise.

She paid the bill, ignoring Xai’s protests, and they stepped back into the night, the sketch frame tucked under paige’s arm, as they walked to the car, aige nudged xai’s shoulder.

“Next time, you’re not waiting in the cold, got it? Text me, and I’m dragging you inside.” Xai smirked, her breath puffing in the air. “Next time, you’re buying me two shakes, buckets.”

Paige laughed, her shoulder brushing xai’s as they climbed into the car, the warmth of the diner lingering between them, a spark growing brighter with every shared moment.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Gremlins, 1984

Pairing: Charlie Swan x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: He always looks mildly disappointed its hilarious

Charlie stood off to the side of the party, for being inconspicuous, the Cullens sure knew how to throw a Christmas party. Bella absolutely forced him to come, saying she needed someone to brood with in the corner. He watched as Edward held her close, she stood on his toes as he danced with her to the slow song. 

Ew. 

He sips his champagne, looking around at everyone. They were all dressed so nicely, but even in his best suit, he still felt undressed. Why did he ever let Bella talk him into going to this stupid party? He didn’t even have Billy there to make fun of people with. 

“Mind if I hide with you?” 

He looks around for the sound of the voice before eventually looking down. 

Oh. 

“Uh yeah, sure” 

He scoots over a little and you stand next to him, sipping your champagne quietly. It’s pretty easy to check you out from this height, your hair is done up nicely, and he can see little specks of glitter in it. His eyes trail down to the off-the-shoulder, sequins-covered, red dress you’re wearing. The slit is dangerously high and you’re cinched in almost sinfully, your curves perfectly presented in the floor-length gown. 

He leans against the wall, sipping from his glass before clearing his throat. 

“You uh… friends with the Cullens? Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before” 

You look up at him, taking a couple tiny steps backward to be next to him. He stands tall and turns to you, looking into your pretty lavender eyes and trying his damndest to ignore your plush chest on display. 

“Yeah actually! I’m friends with Rosalie and Emmett! I would be friends with Edward too if he wasn’t always acting like a moody emo teen, and that’s an insult to moody emo teens ” 

You giggle stepping to the side and hiding behind him a bit as Edward glares in your direction. Charlie snickers and looks down at you, watching you narrow your eyes at him until he turns away. 

“What about you?” You ask, coming out from your little hiding place when the coast is clear “How did you end up here?”

“I’m uh- I’m Bella’s- dad” He’s not sure why he’s hesitating to admit it? Being a dad was the single most important thing he’d ever done in his life, he was proud of his daughter! So… why didn’t he want you to know that? 

Your eyes widen a little and you look at him, before looking back at Bella and Edward. 

“Oh!…oh,” You say quietly and he knocks back the rest of his champagne, setting his glass down on the floating trays and grabbing a new one. That… stung? Your reaction stung and he’s not sure why but it’s definitely irritating him a little bit. 

It’s… incredibly awkward for a moment before you take another sip of your drink, staring down into the glass sheepishly. 

“Uhhh sorry I kinda made fun of your son-in-law” 

“At least I know I can trust you” He mumbles around his glass and you toss your head back and laugh as he sticks his hand out. 

“Charlie”

“Y/N” You smile up at him, shaking his hand.  It’s so warm and strong, he bends forward, kissing your knuckles and you nearly burst right there. He gives you a wink and you shyly pull your hand away, your cheeks flushing as you turn back toward the dance floor. 

“You know um- you don’t…if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look old enough to be a dad. You look um, really, uh- good for your age. You know whatever your age is or whatever” 

That gets his attention again, he looks down at you, looking over your figure and your eyes meet his, he doesn’t even care you’ve caught him staring. 

“I’m not a dinosaur you know” He scoffs and you laugh, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm as you stumble a little.  He takes your glass away, putting it on the tray, his hand settling on your waist to steady you. 

“I’m not saying you are!“ 

“Uh huh sure and I’m just supposed to believe you’re puttin’ the moves on me?” He chuckles and you suddenly shut up, your cheeks turning pinker, his laugh dies down and he looks at you 

“Wait are you actually-“ 

“Do you dance, Charlie?” You ask suddenly, blurting it out and he looks over, the song they’re playing is another slow one, it’s more intimate than the last few slow ones that had played 

“No?” He says, but you’re pulling on his hand, dragging him from the safety of his corner and to the dance floor. His feet have a mind of their own as he follows after you because his actual mind is screaming with giant red lights flashing that this is a bad idea you’re way too young for him. 

But suddenly you’re wrapping your arms around his torso and lying your head on his chest, and he can’t help but sway you to the music. He can feel you humming the old song softly, your eyes closing slowly. Oh, you have to be drunk as hell, or maybe Bella put you up to it. But you didn’t know who he was?? So maybe she didn’t? He doesn’t know- god he just knows that having your body pressed into his is…doing things to him. Things he hasn’t experienced in a while. 

You look up at him, your chin on his chest “I think you dance pretty well” 

“Thanks… so do you” He cups your face, and you smile, leaning into his hands. You sway softly together, and he wraps his arm around your waist and takes your hand, suddenly dancing isn’t so bad. Technically this wasn’t even dancing, it was just… enjoying being close to someone. 

Your hand is so soft in his, you’re so soft, so delicate, he’s afraid he’ll break you. Neither of you realizes the song has ended until Bella and Edward come over, You pull away reluctantly and he lets go of you, suddenly feeling cold.

“Oh hey, Bels. Edward” Charlie greets him with a nod 

“I see you’ve met Y/N” He looks at you and you glare up at him, your nose scrunching 

“I s’pose yeah” 

“How’d you convince him to dance??” Bella scoffs in his direction and he rolls his eyes 

“It was easy!” You look up at him, your hands still connected “I just asked, and didn’t take no for an answer”  

“I’m impressed” She nods and Edward rolls his eyes as he looks away from you, he steps back, pulling Bella with him and she follows after 

“You two enjoy yourselves” she calls out as he loses her in the crowd

“Wonder what that was about” Charlie mumbles and you shrug 

“That Eddy is one weird guy”

“Eddy?” Charlie looks at you and you snicker, pulling him away from the dance floor 

“He hates when I call him that” 

If you told Charlie that one day he’d be out on a balcony, holding onto the hips of a pretty little thing who decided she had no choice but to sit on the stone railing while it was lightly snowing making her look like a damn Angel…

He’d book you for public intoxication… and bothering him. 

But here he was, holding onto your hips, standing between your legs, and getting closer by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck, just, “casually” placing them there and his fingers tighten on your hips just “trying to keep you safe” 

“Thanks for coming out here with me, I know it’s kinda cold but I just needed some fresh air,” You tell him, looking up at the sky, you close your eyes as little snowflakes fall on your skin, landing gently on your long lashes.

“You look pretty,” He says, and he sounds so dumb when he says it, he just knows he does, but you do, and he needs to tell you that.

“Hm?” You lift your head to look at him, blinking the sparkly droplets away

“I said, you look pretty” He repeats himself, lower this time, and you melt for him. 

“Why thank you, you look pretty too”

“Oh, I do huh?” He smiles, teasing you and you giggle, nodding as you cup his face 

“Mhm, think you cleanup so so nicely” 

“Hey Mr. S!” Your quiet conversation is interrupted by Emmett and Rosalie, she takes one look at the two of you and whacks him in the chest, growling something under her breath. 

“Babe! I was just trying to help a homie out!” He points upward and you both look up, how the hell he missed that he has no idea, but right above your head, there’s mistletoe hanging from the fairy lights 

“Did he just call you his “homie” you whisper, biting your lip to keep from laughing and Charlie sighs loudly, closing his eyes. 

“He did. Yeah” 

Emmett’s very… very loud help has attracted a little crowd, all eagerly waiting, Charlie turns for a second, looking at all of them before looking back to you, an uneasy look on his face. 

“Is this weird? This feels weird” he says and you giggle, nodding 

“Oh yeah no it’s kinda weird” 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Emmett starts a chant and others join in, Rosalie pinches the bridge of her nose, before turning on her heel and stalking back into the building and Charlie lets his head fall on your shoulder for a second before straightening back up 

“Look I’m not gonna force you to-“ 

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as your lips connect with his, it takes him a second to kiss back, moving his lips against yours slowly, tasting you in one of the ways he’d been dreaming of doing all night. You taste like strawberries and something even sweeter and he never wants this to end. 

You finally pull away slowly and the small crowd cheers before going back to their business, but your eyes stay focused on his.

“Woo! Get it Mr. S!” Emmett yells before heading back inside to find Rosalie, and try to talk her down from the mega beat down he knows he’s gonna receive. 

“Get it, Mr. S??” Charlie repeats awkwardly as you both watch him walk in and you laugh, trying not to choke on air 

“He’s really rooting for you” 

“I regret telling him he could watch a baseball game with me” 

“How many times?” 

Charlie turns back around “Legitimately once, he was at the house by himself and decided to come bother me… I suppose we’ve been “homies” ever since…”

“Please never say that again” You snort and he puts his hands back on your hips. 

“What? Homie?” He teases, getting closer and you wrap your arms around his neck again, groaning softly 

“Oh my god yes, it sounds so weird coming from you”

“What’s wrong with expressing my feelings huh? My homie Emmett really came through” Your head falls onto his shoulder as you wriggle in his arms, laughing and dying at the same time 

“Nooo please stop oh my god” 

“You promise to be my homie if I do?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, holding onto him tighter “I promise”

“You gotta say it…and seal it with a kiss” He nudges you and you sit up again, looking into his eyes 

“I promise I’ll be your homie if you stop saying it for the rest of our lives” You kiss him again, this time more intensely now that you’re alone again. He squeezes your hips possessively, his tongue wrapping around yours. You moan softly, your hands carding through his soft black hair and tugging on the ends. You pull his head back and start kissing his neck, sucking and biting to leave behind dark bruises and he moans, it’s so deep and sexy, it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“You wanna take this somewhere else?” You whisper seductively while nibbling his ear and he nods, hopelessly lost in you. 

“Yeah… I know a great storage closet” 

You giggle and slip down off the railing, he pushes you against it, his hands sliding over your waist and kissing you again, he can’t get enough of you and you have absolutely no problem with it. He finally pulls away again and takes your hand, pulling you after him, you have to take quick little steps to match his long strides as you weave through the party. 

“Oh, Dad! Hey,” Bella stops him and you bounce off his back with a squeak, Edward catches you and sets you back on your feet and Charlie looks over to Bella. 

“Uh- Hey, kiddo what’s- what’s up?” He’s still holding your hand and Edward doesn’t miss the way he squeezes it gently, a message.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to know if you wanna hang out a bit? I know I’ve kinda been blowing you off…”

You turn your head up at Edward, narrowing your eyes at him, screaming your…very interesting thoughts at him and he gags a little before reaching for Bella. 

“Why don’t we go find something to eat?” 

“Yeah, why don’t you go find something to eat?” Charlie echoes and she looks at them both like they’re insane 

“Something? To eat?” She says slowly and Edward leans down to whisper something in her ear, you tug on Charlie’s hand and pull on him gently and his feet start moving.  

“I’ll catch up with you later okay?” 

Bella looks between the two of you before whipping her head around to Edward who shakes his head, looking nauseous and Charlie knows he knows what’s going on.

“I didn’t tell her…everything. Just said you needed to have a conversation with her.” 

He hears Edward’s voice in his head and he gives him an awkward thumbs up before following after you. 

“I’ll come find you!” 

He walks faster, ahead of you, and out into the hallways, it’s quieter here, you’re almost sure he can hear your heartbeat as he leads you down the hallway, further away from all the noise.

“You sure know your way around here,” You tell him, and he chuckles

“Kinda my job to know the ins and outs of places” 

He stops in front of a door and reaches into his pocket, his keys jingle as he pulls them out, searching for an odd-looking one and unlocking the door. 

“Skeleton key” he waves it as he puts it back in his pocket and holds the door open for you, flicking on the lights”

It’s clean in there, and the air feels cool. There are a few shelves with various towels and tablecloths. It’s like a glorified linen closet. 

“Hey, you were right! You did know a good closet,” you giggle, leaning your back against the wall. You look up at him, giving him a little come-here motion with your finger.

He unbuttons his coat, sliding it off his shoulders and setting it on one of the shelves before coming over to you, holding your face in his hands. 

“You, are… gorgeous” He mumbles before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You melt into him, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and running your fingers over his chest. 

“Oh… you’re- you’re really” You gesture to his chest, your cheeks flushed and he smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his hardening bulge. 

“And what about this?” 

You look down slowly, your mouth watering “Ohh…my god” 

“You think you can handle it?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it and lifting your dress at the slit, he gathers it around your waist and hands it to you. 

You hold onto your dress, feeling his hand sliding down your thigh, and stroking the smooth skin softly, before rubbing higher. You squirm a little and he kisses your forehead. 

“Patience, honeybee” He walks his fingers up your thigh torturously slow before they finally come into contact with the edge of your panties, you feel him brush his fingers lightly against where you need him most, pressing the hot, wet, fabric against your dripping lips.

“It’s so sticky” He murmurs in your ear “so wet and perfect…” He teases your clit, working it in little circles and you hold onto his arms, rolling your hips on his fingers. Your head falls back against the wall, panting softly as he works you up with skilled precision, bringing you right to the edge. 

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine as he brings it up, licking your slick from his fingers.

“Well don’t you taste just as good as you look?” he purrs, and you squeeze your legs together for any sort of friction. His voice drops a couple octaves as he whispers into your ear, while you unbuckle his belt as fast as your hands can 

“Ah ah, slow down” He puts his hands over yours, slowing your movements “Unwrap it just like a present under the Christmas tree” 

You huff at him but do as he says, pulling his zipper down slowly. His cock strains against his underwear, begging you to release it. 

“Have you been a good girl this year? He hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. 

“The best!! I promise!!” You nod frantically and he reaches back, taking his coat from the shelves again and placing it on the floor in front of you 

“Prove it for me” 

You get on your knees and look up at him, smiling sweetly and pulling down his boxers. His cock pops out, free from the confines of his boxers and your eyes widen as you stare at it. He’s so beautifully sculpted, long and hard, the tip leaking precum and you gasp softly. 

“Holy shit” you whisper and he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, rubbing it along them teasingly

“Come on good girl, open wide and show me you deserve your presents” 

You stroke him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it shyly, you pull away and kiss it, making out with the tip before taking more of him in.

His eyes roll back and he puts his hand on your head, pushing his cock further into your mouth. He rubs your hair and moans quietly before gathering it around his fist and using your face.

“Jesus Christ honeybee” He moans and it occurs to him that it’s been….an embarrassingly long time since he’s done this and he doesn’t think he’s gonna last very long, not with the little choking noises you make as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. 

You hold onto his thighs, bobbing your head as you swallow his cock, you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly as he pushes his cock down your throat and holds it there for a second. You run your tongue along his shaft while moaning softly, sending little vibrations through his body and fuck is he about to cum.

He braces his arm against the wall, rocking his hips into your mouth steadily, as he picks up the pace fucking your face faster and chasing his high. This isn’t gentlemanly, this isn’t the way he was raised, you let the lady cum first but the second you pull him closer, your head against the wall taking him all the way down with your nose buried in the soft curls he’s gone. He holds your hair tighter, biting his fist as he fucks your face, moaning louder than he should and cumming down your throat to the sounds of you choking on him. 

He holds it there for a minute, listening to you gagging and whimpering before he pulls away from you with a satisfying wet pop and you look up at him swallowing every last drop as you stare into his eyes. He can see the blazing fire in yours, the little tears streaming down your face. This night is definitely far from over. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me honeybee”

You arrange his jacket as a little place to sit, panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. He sits next to you with a soft groan and you lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him. 

“I’m uh, sorry that-” he clears his throat awkwardly and you start to giggle as his cheeks turn pink and he whacks your thigh. 

“I'm trying to apologize here!” 

“For what?? that was sooo good” Your voice is a little hoarse, but you seem incredibly pleased and it makes his cock twitch. 

Thank god. 

“I didn’t- I mean, I came kinda fast don’t you think? Not to mention you haven’t” 

“I dunno, I think it’s pretty sexy” You tease, poking his thigh and he leans his head on yours, taking your hand in his.

“Sexy?” He scoffs and you nod, shaking both your heads 

“Definitely! I was so irresistible you couldn’t help but cum down my throat…and if I’m being honest you lasted waaaay longer than I thought you would”

His mouth drops open and he sits up, looking at you “Excuse me?! I think I did pretty damn good”

“Oh yeah sure definitely!” You start giggling again and he gets up, you laugh as he uses the wall for support and he kicks your foot 

“We’ll see whose laughing when we get back to my place” 

“And just what does that mean?” 

He helps you up and gives you a snarky little look as your knees crack and you kick at his leg. He grabs your wrists with one hand and spins you, pinning you to the wall and sliding his hand into your panties, sinking his long fingers inside you. 

“It means I’m gonna be gettin’ a whole lotta calls about a woman screaming” 

[coff-in]

HIIIIIIIII ITS ⭐️ ANON AGAIN I'd like to request a older sister (2-1 year older than Andrew and shes like tall asf) that has the personality of omori from the game OMORI (if you dont whos Omori/ his personality: like doesn't speak for shit and is surprisingly patient with hooligans despite his anger issues) who also likes to gardening.

Ashley would probably give her some silly ass nickname having to due with flowers. Andrew would TRY to be chill around her since he has intrusive thoughts about both girls. (I AM NOT LETTING HIM LIVE THAT DOWN)

But OLDER SISTER READER would probably only put up with Ashley's attitude/lies and no one's else's. For example later in their life when they are sacrificing their parents, Renee would try to bribe Andrew and Reader into ditching Ashley but then Reader speaks up for the first time in her life, only to say "shut the fuck up, you bitch"

Heres more info on older sister Reader:

Her gift is Altered sight, as in she sees the world differently. Like she can see if people are lying or their true intention. So that's why when Renee was talking abt ditching Ashley she said shut the fuck up because she saw her true intention (whatever it was anyways).

Her bunny color would be red

Also her weapon(s) would be her bare hands, gardening sheers, or a hacksaw

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk ⭐️

notes from coff-in: LET ANDREW DATE HIS SISTERS PLEASE!!! i've never played omori but i remember watching manlybadasshero play it during the quarantine. kinda ran out of steam at the end (it's late and i'm very tired, my apologies ⭐️ anon)

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is older than andrew by two years, incest

mr and mrs graves loved how quiet [reader] was as a child. she didn't make any noise, didn't talk at all, and was overall easy to overlook. the perfect child! why not have another? when andy came out the cursed womb, he was the same and probably learned to keep quiet too via [reader], his big sister. what's the harm in one more child? mrs graves would then learn the harm in having another child that is NOT quiet. leyley came in and couldn't be as quiet or put away as her older siblings, but thankfully this isn't [reader]'s first rodeo in taking care of a child... she's not good at it though (which makes sense cause she's fucking four years old)

andy and leyley are still very close together, especially leyley to andy since she's closer to andy's age (and goes to school with him longer) than [reader], but they both look up to [reader] as a mother figure. leyley had trouble dealing with [reader]'s quietness/muteness but her patience for leyley makes up for all the frustration she goes through. she definitely expects [reader] to pay more attention to her because she's the baby of the family, their little baby sister. how is she supposed to know shit if no one is there to teach her? how is she supposed to feel safe if no one is watching her? damn, she fucked up breakfast again even though andy taught her how not even a day ago, thankfully [reader] is there to make it for them, right? andy doesn't mind [reader]'s quietness. he's so used to leyley's loud and impulsive nature that having someone who's quieter and more mindful is appreciated. especially since she's older, andy sees her as the perfect role model to look up to.

i doubt the apartment they lived in had a yard but they do have a balcony, so i think [reader] would grow herbs and plants that can grow in pots (like strawberries and tomato plants). andy and leyley would pick up some things from watching [reader] take care of them (though they might've killed a plant once from forgetting to water it). [reader] would try her best to teach andy and leyley about taking care of the plants, what they're used for, how to prepare them into meals, etc and it would give them (specifically andy) such an oedipus complex. having [reader] comfort them when they're mad, staying patient and calm when they get frustrated and yell at her, hugging them when they're sad, UGH just being such a good mother figure and a big sister. andy loves hugging her, feeling safe in her arms. THEY WOULD BOTH LOVE HEARING HER HUMMING WHEN SHE DOES STUFF AROUND THE HOUSE

as they grow up, they both get very protective over [reader]. she can't date other people! it's a tad bit hard to enforce that since [reader] is two-four years older and usually aren't attending the same school as them for very long. they usually try to make it as CLEAR as possible to her current partner that they do not like them. andrew is very passive aggressive towards them while ashley is just... aggressive. [reader] gets mad at them the first and second time, enough for andrew and ashley to feel a little bit bad, but eventually [reader] just stops trying to date people (or at least bring them over to the apartment). she can't be too mad at them, they're probably a little bit scared to share their big sister with a stranger...

quarantine isn't so bad to them. [reader]'s little balcony garden helps them not starve for a little bit longer than canon, but not by much. andrew and ashley are both grateful to [reader] for trying to keep them all alive, but it's not a burden that she has to shoulder on her own. seeing the cultist, killing the wardens, escaping the apartment-- all very stressful things that they help [reader] through. andrew sleeps with [reader] some nights and holds her close. maybe even snuggling closer to her chest... after all, [reader] holds some power over him, no? she's older, if she is uncomfortable with it then she can just tell him to stop. he likes being the middle child. having the power and control over ashley but being watched over and taught by [reader], having both that dominate and submissive dynamic with his sisters. would definitely call [reader] mommy after they kill their parents

i find it kinda funny that the demon gives ashley a clairvoyant trinket and [reader] altered sight but doesn't give andrew anything. poor guy. i think [reader]'s true sight would honestly alter the dynamic of the graves' sibling relationship. if she can see the true intentions of people/seeing if they're lying than surely she would be able to tell when andrew is holding himself back and repressing his affection or can see ashley's overwhelming insecurity. would she play into these feelings? anyway, andrew and their parents were shocked when [reader] actually spoke when in the basement, especially when it was against mrs graves? like omg... boss moves, you know?

"shut the fuck up."

"h-huh?"

andrew kneeling down to threaten mrs graves with his cleaver, "[reader] and i don't like it when you talk about ashley like that."

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coff-in

[bigfan-fanfic]

Sweet as Pie (GN!Reader x Clark Kent)

Can we get a fic where Clark is a bumbling mess trying to as reader out on a date? Just him being so sweet and awkward and cute at the same time?

Here's a little secret most people don't know about Clark.

He's a lot more like Clark Kent the mild-mannered reporter than he is Superman the alien superhero.

Sure, he plays up the act a lot.

He's not really that clumsy.

He is a little bit nervous and awkward, but his charm lies in his genuine sweetness and cheer.

He already gets to be a little bit more like normal with you - you don't work at the Daily Planet, and he met you at a coffee shop when there weren't any seats left on a crowded day.

Perry's drink order takes forever. He's very particular.

Lois sees coffee purely as fuel, but she hates the taste so she adds scads of cream and sugar when no one's looking - her order is a tall black coffee.

But you two got to talking, and when you met again, you invited him to sit with you.

So after a few conversations that get cut off by him having to leave, you ask him to hang out sometime when he won't have to go so suddenly.

And that's when he gets a little adorably flustered.

"Oh, I, uh... I'd like that. A lot. Most certainly."

You chuckle. "That so? How sweet?"

He blushes the color of a tomato.

It's not an official date, not really. Just hanging out, getting a bite to eat and visiting a bookstore.

Unbeknownst to you, Clark keeps getting disrupted by villains so he has to keep rescheduling the not-a-date.

But finally the calendars align.

Clark insists on paying. You tilt your head at him but then he just chuckles. "Sorry. My Ma just... taught me that whenever you invite someone out to eat, you should at least offer to pay for their meal."

"Sounds like you were taught well. Did you get to use that rule a lot?"

"Back in Smallville? Nah. I saved up a ton to take Lana Lang out, and I took Billy Crescent out a few times, but other than that, nope."

"Awww, you must have been so cute!"

He chokes a little on the tea he ordered - and smiles. "Careful, you'll flatter me and it'll all go to my head."

You grin back, and conversation resumes - Clark seems a little more comfortable, and your easy chat resumes at its usual pace.

The day goes by wonderfully. Clark and you have a great time at lunch and then at the bookstore.

And when it's time to head home, Clark seems to steel himself...

...only to lose his nerve.

"H-hey."

"Hey." You chuckle back.

"Look, if I misread the situation, I totally understand and all, but... I really enjoyed our time together and I'd love to take you out again."

You open your mouth and he hurriedly interrupts.

"As a date! On a date. In the romantic sense."

You laugh. "Yeah, I kinda figured that part out."

"Oh." he grins. "I suppose I was a little obvious, eh?"

"I saw it comin' from a mile away."

"Well, then, I suppose I'm glad you understand me so well already."

"I look forward to our date, Clark." You wink, before getting in your cab.

Clark simply blinks back at you, stunned by the wink.

Later on, his demeanor will become more comfortable and even flirty, but these first few moments are filled with his adorable flustered expressions and stumbling.

Because deep down, Clark's just a bunny rabbit at heart.

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Challenged | Easy to Expert (3 v5) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Lee Minho (Lee Know) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4k

Hard Dom!Lee Know/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Jealousy, Competition, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Some M/M Moments, Oral (M! and F! Receiving), Fingering, Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Felix is a Bratty/Reluctant Sub (it's not Non-con, he's just surprised)

Author's Note: -)w(- don't ask, I just let my fingers type. I was supposed to just do a part two for Felix's Easy but now I have these as well…

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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"Do I get to choose her lingerie?" Minho smirks, trying to tease Felix. He wants to gets some kind of reaction from him, he so easily asked the older man to fuck his girlfriend with him, but he just shrugs.

"If you want. I was going to have her dress likes a bunny-"

"That works!" Minho smiles, already thinking stuff over in his head.

"So…are there any ground rules?" The older man asks, and Felix looks up from his phone. He’s texting you that the plan is on.

"Um. Maybe, we'll talk with her. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I can be free tonight." He smirks, chewing aggressively on his snack.

"Don't you have practice?" Felix looks up at him, he’s supposed to help with the rookies he’s choreographing for. He shrugs, popping another piece in his mouth.

"I can move the time."

"Okay."

~

"Tonight?" You halt your chopping knife, looking down at your phone on the counter. You have it propped up so he can see you on the video call and it looks like he’s sitting on a swing at a park.

"Is that okay? I know we agreed on tomorrow, but he moved his schedule."

"He's eager." You huff, putting the knife down entirely. There’s no point continuing cooking supper if he’s coming over, not for what you’re making anyway. You only had enough ingredients for you and your boyfriend.

"Will he be here to eat or come later?"

"I don't think he'll want to eat when he gets there, not with what's planned. I'm meeting him later and we'll eat and then come." He brushes a strand of his blonde hair that fell in his face from the wind.

"Okay."

"Does the bunny set fit?"

"Yeah. I'll be read by when, seven?"

"Perfect. Love you." He brings the phone close to his face, and you giggle, blowing a kiss to him and you hang up. Guess it’s a delivery night.

~

You adjust your headband, the tall bunny ears attached make your head feel odd when you move it. You hope it doesn’t fall off. The fluffy end of the bunny tail you attached to the silicone plug tickles your skin. The combined corset and bra is a little too nice, you had to tie it up in the back. At first, you were going to get the cheap one that was kind of shiny, but Felix told you to take his card and get the nicer leather one. There’s a matching thong that goes with it, but you got a different pair of panties. They had to be crotchless and allow for your tail plug. Looking in the mirror, you smooth your hair back and tie it up into a bun. The thigh-high fishnets are a bit difficult to get on since the weave is pretty loose, your toes keep getting caught. You debated getting a pair of high heels to finish the look as well, but decided against it. Sure, it would be sexy, but there’s a pretty good chance you’d twist your ankle or fall and ruin the mood. You debate putting on some lipstick but decide against it, the red would kind of clash with the mint-colored lingerie. You were kind of surprised it came in this color, but it seemed you could either get dark like red, black or navy, or get pastel colors. Luckily, they had Minho's favorite color, you always remember it since it’s a pretty unique pick. At first you didn’t think the black choker with Felix's name on would match, but it doesn’t look too bad. You jump a bit in excitement when you hear your boyfriend keying in the code for your door and you wait patiently in your room.

"Hyung wait!" You hear Felix shout, and you giggle a bit, hearing another set of steps hurrying down the hall. Your door is already propped open, and he nearly slams it open all the way. Minho stands there, still in his coat and has his bag on his shoulder, at least he took his shoes off. His bag thumps to the floor and you don’t think his coat has even hit the floor too before you’re scooped up in his arms. You know he’s strong, but he does it so easily.

"Hyung!" Felix huffs, coming in himself and grumbles, shoving his friend's stuff to the side. You squeal in delight as he kisses you all over your neck and chest, holding on to his shirt to stabilize yourself. Minho's mouth leads from your cleavage up to your chin and before he can capture your lips in his, Felix shouts as deep as he can, "Yah, Lee Minho!" This catches both of your attention, and he slowly and carefully lets you down and you take a step back, looking down shyly.

"Come here, love." Felix's tone is dark, and you shiver, scurrying over to him. Minho scoffs, still smirking.

"She’s all dressed up for me, isn't she?"

"Keep in mind, she's my girlfriend." Felix emphasizes. He doesn’t care if Minho is older than him.

"What are the rules, love?" Your boyfriend's tone and gaze soften dramatically for you, but his gaze hardens again when he meets Minho's stare.

"One!" You hold up a finger, then bring it to your lips, "no kissing here." The older man seems to pout a bit but acquiesces.

"Two!"

"Listen to me." Felix was sure to get pushback on that from. Sure does. Minho rolls his eyes, scoffing again, then shakes his head.

"Why should I?"

"Because-"

"I'm his girlfriend." You cross your arms, and his fiery gaze goes to you. The look is dominating, even more so than when Felix gets rougher with you. Your cunt clenches and the fluffy white tail shakes. He smirks when you shrink some, your arms falling and you place them behind your back.

"Third…" You start, almost sheepish under the harsh gaze.

"Only I, me, her boyfriend, gets her ass." Felix emphasizes. He knows that one will piss Minho off. He’s an ass man in all kinds of ways.

"No." The older man sneers and you take a step back. You aren’t scared of it, it’s incredibly sexy how he’s getting and you’re nervous for how it affects you.

"Hyung-"

"No." He reiterates and you feel Felix stiffen next to you. It’s easy for him to be dominant with you, you’re his cute little girlfriend, plus he never goes too hard. Minho is extremely dominant even in non-sexual situations. He can also be terrifying.

"Look, I know she wanted you, but if you don't respect that she's mine-" Felix is cut off when Minho suddenly marches forward and buries his hand into Felix's blonde hair, tugging his head back. You startle and Felix isn’t quite sure what to do, so he just stares at this hyung in shock.

"I gets to calls the shots, 'Lix. You should have known when you asked me." He whispers into your boyfriend's ear and the younger man shudders a bit, which makes Minho smirk. He runs his tongue over the stud in Felix's ear, sucks on it, then let him goes and shoves him back. You stand nervously nearby, and Minho crooks his finger for you. Looking at Felix as you go forward, Minho points to the floor and you slowly sink down. There’s no hesitation in your gaze, nor protest, and the older man smirks, biting his bottom lip. You cast a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, the ears of your headband bouncing with the movement. He’s standing there, red dusted over his freckled cheeks, his hand over his mouth. You glance down and he’s already hard. You startle when Minho's fingers play with the tag on your choker, humming in derision.

"Strip." Minho orders and Felix snaps his gaze up to the other man's before he removes his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles.

"Get the stuff." He motions his head toward your bed and your boyfriend slowly follows the command and you wonder what is going on in his head. Felix gets out the lube bottles you have so he can pick. Minho clicks his tongue and goes over to the other guy before he can shuts the drawer. He smirks, seeing everything you have in there.

"Oh, what's this one?" He chuckles and Felix tosses you a look. Are you okay? You nod in response to his silent question. You shoot it back to him and he exhales and nods, his cheeks a bit red again. Minho pulls out the item he’s eyeing, and your eyes fly open. So do your boyfriend's.

"Good boy?" He tosses the younger man a look and his face gets even redder, the color spreading to his ears and neck.

"W-we got the wrong one-" You try to cover but it doesn’t work. It was kind of a joke when you grabbed it. He’s joked that he wanted to see why it feels so good for you, so you got matching ones. The 'good girl' plug has obviously been used so it’s in your box instead of the original packaging. Minho fiddles with the box, shooting a look to Felix. You can’t see what Felix does in response since his back is to you. Suddenly, the elder grabs the orange bottle of lube and places it and the box in Felix's hands.

"Put it in." He orders and you look back and forth between them.

"W-What?" Felix gasps.

"You heard me." Minho spins him around and shoves him toward the bathroom. You look at Felix again, but he goes, shutting the door. You’re a bit shocked, and are snapped out of it when Minho's hand goes to your head. You hadn't noticed he removed his own clothes, leaving just his underwear on. Turning to look up at and over him, you admire his physique. He really does look good, and you can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t show off more.

"Good bunny," he coos, stroking under your chin, "You thirsty?" You nod, a little unsure. His hand goes from your chin to grab your jaw, his eyebrow raising. You catch his hint and bring your hands up to remove his boxers. Your nails are painted to match your outfit, and he can’t help but watch the white fluffy ball sticking out behind you. When he steps out of his final garment, you eye his cock, shuffling in anticipation. You simply open your mouth, tongue out, and he huffs in amusement.

"What a good bunny." He smirks and takes the chance. One hand holds the base of his cock and the other finds your head and you take a deep breath in through your nose, and he groans as he makes you swallow his length. When your nose hits his pelvis, you gag a bit, he’s longer than you’re used to. Your mouth is so tight and hot, he wonders what your other holes will feel like. It’s clear that you’re experienced with sucking cock, even more so with getting your face fucked. Your eyes cast to the side when the bathroom door opens back up, and Minho pulls his cock out just enough so you can breathe.

"It in?" He asks Felix. It seems there’s a blush covering more of him than not. His underwear is still on, more likely he put it back on, his cock is still hard and tenting the fabric. He nods once, glaring at Minho.

"Get over here then," He strokes over your hair, still not moving. Felix shuffles over, looking much like you probably did the first time you moved with a plug in. The one he’s to wear is smaller than yours by quite a bit, but it’s probably still odd. Minho nods and your boyfriend sinks to his knees behind you, and you can’t see his expression but hear his grunt.

"Fill her cute little cunt for me, 'Lix." He strokes your chin again, marveling at your swollen lips surrounding his swollen cock. You whimper a bit, but adjust your position to allow it. Since you do that, Felix knows you’re okay. His breathing a little heavy, trying to get used to the plug he’s put in himself. It’s a really odd sensation and he’s loathe to admit not an unwelcome one. He wonders if it feels the same to you or not. He stares at the white fluff on the end of your plug and rubs the head of his cock against your folds, simply unbuttoning the front of his boxers. He does not want to take them off, still embarrassed. If he really, really was against it, he could have said it, even though Minho is scary. He doesn’t want to admit how he really feels. You moan a bit and the elder huffs a laugh before you moan louder and harder when Felix fills you with a single thrust. He sighs, brow furrowing, the stimulation from your hot cunt around him as well as the plug in his ass, he’s sweating already. Minho scoffs and you nearly yipe when he starts to thrust again, your eyes nearly crossing. You hadn't yet done anything like this and it’s a lot. Swallowing and taking a cock at the same time as the silicone plug… You’re in heaven.

"You thirsty, bunny? Want me to come down your throat?" He smirks and you moan a yes around him. Felix still hasn't moved, trying to get used to all the stimulation.

"Ah, good bunny." Minho throws his head back, holding your head and you clench hard around Felix's cock, swallowing the thick cum the other man gives you. He chuckles breathily, pulling out of your mouth and you pant hard, trying to get your air back. You gasp as Felix falls back on his haunches, but he loses his balance, and he holds you to his chest tighter. His teeth sink into your shoulder, he’s trying not to moan himself. Never again is he letting Minho do this with you again. And he’s throwing away the 'good boy' plug immediately when he’s done. Why does it feel good? He grumbles in his own mind.

"Felix?" You ask, worried, wincing a bit from the bite. His cock is already pulsing like he’s close and hasn’t even moved. The way he holds you jostles your tail plug, but you’re used to the feeling, and he wonders how long it took you.

"Clean her face." Minho orders and Felix sits up more, letting out a little groan, and wipes the rest of the cum from your lips. He shoot a glare at Minho who nods once and he huffs, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean it off. He continues to glare at his friend, and you’re so distracted by their interaction, you yipe in surprise when Felix moves again. He lays flat on his back, adjusting his feet, then pumps his hips up hard into you.

"Fuck~!" You wail and Minho can see your cunt drip all over the other's cock. He’s a little annoyed that Felix just doing something small gets you so close so fast. Felix needs to compensate for the submissive acts Minho forced him into by fucking his cute little love. You have a hard time holding yourself up as he batters his cock against your cervix, your orgasm approaching quickly, as usual.

"Want me to fill you up, love?" He huffs, more confidence present in his voice between grunts.

"Yes~ Please~!" Your stuttering moans piss Minho off, and he comes forward, snatching you under the arms like a child and hauls you off Felix.

"Ah!" You yelp and Felix snaps, "What the fuck, man?" You’re literally tossed onto the bed and Felix gets up, moving to shove Minho out of the way. You gasp when the older man grabs Felix by the jaw, easily holding him in place.

"If you hate having that plug in your ass you better shut up before my cock ends up there instead." He sneers at the younger man, and you gape, but notice an extra drop of precum leak out of the tip of your boyfriend's cock.

"You gonna calm down?" Minho finally asks as Felix swallows hard, then nods. He pulls back, rubbing at where he’s been held.

"H-hey!" There’s no fire behind your protest, and it’s kind of late, but you had to work up the courage. Both of them turn to look at you and you cower under Minho's gaze.

"L-let him be!" You try to be assertive but it’s a little difficult for you normally, let alone in that situation. To show your aggression you rip the headband off and throw it to the floor.

"Bunny, if he hated it so much, he’d be fighting back more." Minho casts a smug look over to the younger man who glares at him, if only to avoid your gaze.

"It's fine, love." He assures you and you wiggle your nose a bit, much like a bunny.

"Move, cutie." Minho finally turns away Felix and you scooch out of the way so he can climb on the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He grabs your hips and drags you to him, making you kneel before him. Your boyfriend stays where he is, nervous to do something wrong.

"Breathe, pretty." Minho coaches and you do so, and he pulls the bunny tail out of you and tosses it to the floor, the lube still dripping of it splattering on the floor. He smirks at the sight, and you whimper under his gaze. Grabbing your shoulders, he manhandles you again, making you straddle him, his legs holding yours open.

"Fucking finally~" He coos, bringing your slicked up pucker to his cock. You whimper as he pulls you down on to him, your body shakes as he goes deeper than you’re used to. You make sure to keep your breathing controlled to gets used to him and you wonder what he’ll let Felix do. Your empty cunt is on display and still desperately empty after you’d been plucked from your boyfriend's grasp and cock.

"Taste her." Minho permits and Felix exhales, still kind of hating (but also kind of enjoying) being told what to do…with HIS girlfriend. He climbs onto the bed and Minho wraps his arms around you, one over your chest and the other around your stomach. It isn’t tight or restricting, he’s just hugging you. He smirks over your shoulder as Felix eyes where Minho's cock is inside of you. It irked him to no end. He made the rule that only he gets your ass for a very specific reason. Well, at least he knows how to make you cum easy. You whimper for his fingers when they press at your cunt and he slides three in, quick and hard. You yelp, trying not to clench around Minho too much, and even though it’s just his fingers, the double penetration is overwhelming. Plus, Felix normally starts with two fingers. The other man is a little shocked when Felix begins to fuck you with practiced motions, wiggling his fingers and pressing hard on your back wall. Your breath is already hitching, and your cunt is already leaking. Felix smirks smugly, knowing he still has control over you even if his own is taken over himself.

"Ah~" You mewl when his fingers press down on the thin wall of your cunt, Minho's cock sitting inside you past the barrier. Even he grunts a bit at the feeling, and, not wanting to be one-upped, he begins to roll his hips up, fucking shallowly into you.

"Fuck!" You gasp and Felix bites his lip, eyes flicking to your face. He smirks and it pisses his friend off, but then he leans down to your cunt. His thumb brushes over your clit and you know what’s coming.

"W-wait~!" Felix can tell your tone is insincere, you’re just overwhelmed. His fingers crook up, easily finding your spot, and after he sucks hard over your little button, you fall apart. The man behind you grunts at the force of your vice clenching around his cock, but is able to hold back. As you pant, coming down from your high, Felix removes his fingers and habitually brings them to your mouth. You eagerly take his digits between your lips, licking your own release from them.

"Good, love." Having nearly forgotten about the toy inside him, Felix winces when he shifts, but is too determined to really focus on it. Not even looking to the elder for permission, he once again presses his cock into your cunt, filling you easily. Your head falls back against Minho's shoulder, your breath leaving you as you feel both cocks filling you at once.

"Breathe, love." Felix coaches and you do so. Your boyfriend smiles, feeling grounded by the trust you have in him and the love behind your eyes. Minho does nothing, still trying to cope with how much tighter you get when your boyfriend enters you as well. Though they don’t coordinate it on purpose, both of the men pull their hips back at once and fuck back into you hard. Felix smirks as you fall apart again, your cunt releasing spurts of cum. At that angle, your boyfriend can hit your sweet spot perfect, and the added stimulation of his friend in your ass sets you over even more. But to Felix, it’s more like Minho is a toy you’re using to get off. It’s ultimately him who gets you to cum. Your hands reach up and grip Felix's shoulders, he guides your hands further, and you dig your mint-colored nails into his back. He hisses when you drag new red welts into his skin over ones there from a few days before. His friend doesn’t like the chemistry between you two at that moment, so he lifts you up as he pulls back, nearly all the way, then slams back into you. He chuckles at your near scream and Felix is a little worried about you, but he then realizes you’re just high on cock, your filter gone. You’re babbling then and fall back into Minho's chest, pulling your boyfriend with you. He rests his hand on the headrest by the other's head for better leverage and their eyes meet. Minho smirks which makes the younger sneer. You whimper as they both fuck you, either on their own would have made you stupid, let alone together. You’re sure that you’ll be bedridden for days after this, but you love every second of it. When Felix leans over you more, he opens his eyes and is close to Minho then. He’s determined to stay strong and just stares at his hyung. Accepting the challenge, the other's arm left you and he smirks, grabbing Felix's butt over his boxers he refused to take off. His fingers spread more, and finds the hard end of the plug through the fabric and pushes into Felix. The sound he lets out is still low and deep, but it’s more of a whine then anything. What shocks him more is that the other man swallows the sound, his lips sealing over his. You’re too fucked out to notice and Minho pulls away, grinning like he’s just won an Olympic medal. Felix's freckled face is painted bright red, staring in shock at Minho. The smirk is still plastered on his face, and he presses the plug into Felix more.

"Cum." He orders and you aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or your boyfriend, but you both listen. Your cunt clenches around your boyfriend's dick, milking him for every drop. The walls of your ass clenching also sends Minho over the edge and he makes sure to fuck his cum as deep into you as he can. The three of you lay in a pile, panting for a good minute.

~

"What are you doing?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"Why?"

"You damn well know why!"

"But you liked it, right?"

The two continue to bicker as you sleep, laying on your stomach with an ice pack resting on your sore little butt.

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

Master-List

[mushroominaforest]

Why did wenda hit oren with the tennis racket

That seems rude

Okay so, I’m gonna give you a bunch of background lol. 

It’s very long sorry 😭 I’m also kinda bad with explaining stuff, so I’m just gonna say stuff and hope it’s coherent

Basically Wenda sees Pinki as her rival, since Pinki’s also pretty popular. Wenda has of course been an asshole to Pinki to try and bump her down a few spots on the social ladder, which mostly consists of gossip/rumours and mean-spirited pranks. But she does have to be strategic about being a jerk to Pinki, because anything to obvious or too mean could have people turning against her. 

Oren on the other hand, is a much easier target. Wenda can get away with a lot more when it comes to him, and it’s a convenient way to indirectly hurt Pinki. And to be honest he’s just pretty easy to throw around in general lol. I mean, look at the height difference from my references. Bro doesn’t stand a chance. 

Most of this is curtesy of @letdownthepainful, we were messaging a while ago about my hs au and we were cooking fr lol.

I’m bad with words but uh have some screenshots that might give more context lol

While the bullying is partly to try and reinforce the social ladder she’s so carefully made her way to the top of, and make sure everyone knows she isn’t one to be fucked with, Wenda is also essentially trying to break Pinki and Oren up. Either she’ll make Oren miserable enough that he’d rather be single than have to deal with Wenda, or she’ll finally prove to Pinki just how pathetic her boyfriend is, so she won’t like him anymore. Wenda can’t stand to see Pinki being happy, not to mention that Pinki being able to get a date while Wenda can’t could possibly effect her social status. And she can’t have that.

And then there’s the issue of Wenda being elitist. Because she’s very rich, and Oren is not, she doesn’t really think that his life is as valuable as hers. So Wenda doesn’t feel bad about what she does- that’s just how the world works, in her opinion. Its the pecking order, like @letdownthepainful said.

Here’s another image to help explain this all, Oren from Wenda’s POV

So yeah, pretty good target for someone like Wenda. He’s not very strong, not very tall, and not very rich.

Unfortunately for Wenda, she can’t seem to bully Oren hard enough to ruin his relationship with Pinki. And believe me, she tries. The more frustrated she gets with Oren still happily dating Pinki no matter what she does, the more extreme she gets with her bullying. And by the time Oren realizes that she might actually be genuine threat, not just a regular old highschool bully…

Tennis racket to the face!

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

[hellsgreatestfaggot]

Dom!Abby x Reader : Abby eats you out until you cum …

warnings: Slight Sadomasochism, forced stimulation, degredation, Hate-sex, fingering

*disclaimer* this is like the third smut fic ive ever wrote so erm it might be a little bad! anyway if you want to skip directly to the porn look for the ‘‼️‼️‼️’ ! leave suggestions and enjoy

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It was the brisk morning of april 12th. You were walking alone in the mountains of what used to be the quiet, dainty town of los osos, California. You were on the road for 3 weeks, travelling from seattle to the coast. Trying to find the people who the WLF had made some sort of weird deal with. it wasnt easy, you were supposed to be traveling with someone, but you felt like you didnt need her. you could handle a mission on your own, right?

what irked you more was that your almost-was partner was your competitor. Abby Anderson. she’d been nice to you, she considered you two to be close, but youd eventually had grown jealous of her. her physique, her skillful way of getting the job done, her attractiveness.. yet still, even in your jealousy, something made you wish you could…was it be like her? be with her? be friends with her? honestly you didnt know and you could care less. she was the least of your problems.the leaves crunched underneath your boots, but then suddenly you heard a noise which made you stop dead in your tracks. “What the fuck made that noise?” you thought to yourself, slightly intimidated. You turned around to see a tall woman with a bulky figure and a leather coat, staring back down at you. you jumped back, not expecting someone to be behind you, but a wave of relief washed over you as you realized it was just Abby.

“Suprise”, said a low voice. “What the fuck Abby you scared me half to death?” “Sorry bout’ that , i didnt mean ta’ scare you.” she said with a laugh. “Whatever lets just get this shit over with.” you huffed. you hated her, hated the way she followed you, hated her smile, hated the way she stood behind you like some kind of bodygaurd. she practically towered over you. you needed to get it out of your system, you needed to desperately. you wanted to fuck her, but not nescesarily in a loving way, you wanted it to hurt. deep down you knew it was wrong to feel that way, she just made you angry. shed always been loyal and kind, maybe thats the reason you were still somehow drawn to her.

You walked with her for ages, talking about all sorts of things, from the mission, to your love life, until you stumbled upon a few houses just around the top of the mountains. “Its getting kinda late, why dont we stay here? just for tonight, well be back on the road by morning.” Abby asked, her Greenish-blue eyes looking you up and down, before meeting her eyes with yours and smiling gently. “Yeah sure..whatever..” You replied, desperately trying to ignore the cocky smile on her face.

Abby knew something was wrong. she couldnt quite figure out what it was? was it because she came anyway? Nah, she knew youd eventually need her. you both stepped inside one of the houses, making sure it was clear for the night. inside there was a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. kinda wimpy for a house but nonetheless it was better than nothing. You sat on the couch while abby took off her bulky jacket, revealing a almost see through white tank top. it flattered her muscular body perfectly. You felt your cheeks heat up, and started squirming, trying to adjust yourself without her noticing. But of course she noticed.

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“Whats wrong, sweetheart…” she said calmly. “are you tired…? or do you just want sm’more?” she giggled. You tried to laugh it off but she sat next to you, grabbing on your thighs subconsciously, which just made you feel horny. You let out a sigh, thinking to yourself if you were really about to let her fuck you as if you were some sort of prostitute. yeah you totally were. A shiver ran down your spine as her cold hands traced over your thighs, your body yearned for her touch. “Lets make this quick, what do you say princess.?” She said in a low, raspy voice. You didnt wanna wait anymore, eagerly ripping your clothes off. itd been way too long since youd been touched, and maybe a hate fuck was what you needed?

She parted your thighs, removing your underwear which exposed your throbbing cunt. She could practically smell your exitement. Taking one finger and in one swoop, grazing over your heat. you Gasped, looking down at Abby, who just as you made eye contact buried her face into your sopping wet pussy. Her skilled tounge Lapping ferociously at your clit, Brought you close in a matter of seconds. just as you were about to finish she pulled away, a string of spit connecting the two to eachother. “Whyd you stop?” She glared up at you. “Stop fucking squiriming, Slut.” She grappled at your thighs holding them still, and immediately went back to eating you out. You felt tears well up in your eyes, you grabbed her hair, shoving her face even deeper, and grinding on her , desperate for any friction you could get. Her muffled grunts becoming more intense and focused as she inserted 2 fingers inside of your aching hole. “ahah..a-bby..” was all you managed to get out. you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, Bucking your hips up, crying out for her to keep going. “Hnh…f-faster…a-ab-by..m’gonna cum…”

She looked up for a moment at the mess she was able to create, huffing under her breath, “fucking whore. cant get enough.” and diving back down, her tounge swirling on your sensitive bud. Your high hit you like a ton of bricks, and you came all over her face, exhausted. but she didnt stop, she kept going, forcing you to take the rest of her rough licking, riding out your orgasm. when she finally stopped she made eye contact with you and licked your juices off her fingers, and kissing you, forcing you to taste yourself. “good job princess… you did so well.” She planted a kiss on your neck before giving you her jacket, and cleaning up the mess you had made. you laid on top of her, and found yourself secure in the knowledge shed be there when you awoke.

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A/N

i want to ride abbys face

This was pretty fun to write, leave some ideas or tips pretty please🙏🏽🙏🏽

[lemurballing]

weretangle behind-the-scenes design progress

i love <3 rambling about my design choices and i actually have a bunch of weretangle concept sketches to share and go off about

i started pretty early on with the ‘sonic = nightmare wereform, tangle = titan wereform’ idea - picked titan because it was one of the few minions without stretchy abilities, and i thought it fit well for tangle’s design and to contrast how she usually is, and then i did up some initial sketches leading to this one:

i didn’t push her proportions very far with this one, mainly just the exaggerated forearms and a liittle bit of extra fur; not nearly werecreature enough i gave her tusks as an inversion of fangs, considering tangle’s wereform is sort of an inversion of sonic’s and this would be an easy way to contrast them to a viewer; i also added some pinkish markings as a way to introduce a third color, like werehog gets an extra fur color in white, and to echo dark gaia minions having their glowy spots. the shoes are mostly her regular shoes with randomly different lacing pattern, as well as glowy aggressively pink soles with spikes mimicking titan feet, sorta. they’re a different shape.

from here, i tried pushing a little more and got these:

and here i go more for the ‘towering werelemur not used to her size yet’ angle, as well as still using a spiral arm pattern - which i struggle to draw consistently in any of the sketches that use it lol

the bottom right sketch is the first i did on this page; the shoe design is about the same as the first concept with regular laces, but the whole body is pretty different, using a lot more bulk. i use a consistent ‘wavy/fiery’ sort of shape for fur tufts, going off the two tall firelike spike-things titans have, using it for her tail also - i gave this up after this sketch because it would be hard to translate into a shape you’re supposed to see in 3d from multiple angles, such as her tail or hair, while also retaining a consistent ‘fiery’ shape. some of the added fur i liked and kept, others (like the tufts right behind her head up from the body) i toned down, and some (like the shoulder spike tuft) i removed entirely. she also had a marking between her eyes - also meant to echo dark gaia minion glowy markings - which didn’t stick around past this sketch, since it looked too ‘intricate’ - it would stand out against werehog sonic and call into question why he doesn’t have any glowy bits, and my main idea going into this design was ‘a design that can appear besides werehog sonic and seem like it’s from official media’, otherwise i’d just redesign werehog sonic a bit

the little chibi werelemur tangle as size reference to werehog sonic is sort of its own design; a little more ‘boxy’ or less ‘flowy’ than the other, slightly shorter arms that don’t drag on the floor, regular-shaped fur tufts, and a different hairstyle to be extra fluffy-looking. it’s also hard to see with how light the sketch lines are, but she’s still got her chest fur, just larger. this one also goes back to the hands being white instead of greyed.

the third sketch (supposed to be tangle sheepishly trying to tiptoe, but getting caught) blends these two together a bit, using mostly the 2nd sketch’s proportions, but a bit of ‘fiery’ fur like the 1st, and back to 2 tusks like the first concept above. the shoe design is still pretty tame, because shoes are hard !! i also still didnt know how i wanted the laces

and from here i sort of knew the angle i wanted to take with tangle’s wereform, so i did sketches within a similar vein:

(bottom right, realizing she’s scary now; sketch above that, realizing someone saw her and is trying to seem less scary)

here i’ve narrowed down to a few traits that remain, while fine-tuning the rest: a fur ‘crest’ surrounding her head to act like the ‘jaw’ a titan has, and exaggerate her chest fur; her tail being thicker at the tip like a mace, but still having a normal fur tuft shape (& kinda looking like an artichoke lol); one tusk at each corner of her mouth instead of two; tufts of fur at either side of her head to resemble horns; and a settled bodytype/proportions, with little variation

since her tail doesn’t stretch, setting the length is important; it should be long enough to have range to use as a weapon, but not long enough to grapple/wrap also, the precise size of her head in relation to her body does a lot for conveying scale, and this varies between the different sketches here; i think i like where i landed with the final, so doing a bit of variation here was important to see how to get to what worked best. i also start messing with her arm pattern again, because i want it to be easy to recreate while drawing, and a spiral is not unless you can make clear rules and a pattern for it, or the limb is vague enough for it not to matter - for example, garurumon’s tail. you can also see i’ve given her lemurish hand pads, which isn’t a trait we’ve seen with sonic characters iirc but i have always maintained that tangle deserves it because it’s such a cool design choice AND helps give you an idea which way the hand is facing, and where the hand ends since you terminate it before the wrist! i think it wouldn’t be out of place, especially when werehog has more realistic hands and actual fingernails, when we never see sonic’s hands gloveless otherwise.

also, here’s the first sketch where i have clothes on her - because i can’t see a canonical weretangle design not using clothes, even if i consider them unnecessary for animal characters - and i still took it down to some makeshift shorts and extra chest fluff, because i’m not too fond of the ‘wearing ripped, pulled-chicken clothes’ look, or just putting oversized clothes on weretangle. and the first actually cool shoe concept!! which is basically the final shoe design i went with, just cooler-toned metal. i also really like the tall shoes look, because it gives a sense of being unwieldy or restricting movement - the general vibe to tangle being way larger and clunkier, which her shoes fit into, and also are further armored, so the shoes really fit better with the overall design than before

last note here, you can see the sketch with most color is messing around with an added tone between the light and dark, as sort of a ‘sooty’ effect or ‘gradient’ along the arms; i scrapped this shade because i’d already added an extra one with the darker grey for her palms and facial markings. (which is an interesting note, because this isn’t consistent in idw which greys are shared and which aren’t - at some points, her ears are the same darker grey as her eye markings; at others, her eye markings are noticeably darker than either other grey; and sometimes her ears are the same shade as her muzzle, and just the eye markings are darker. in my own art, since i draw her ears with lemur fur instead of bald, i generally color her ears the same as her grey fur markings)

aaand now back to the final design for comparison <3

most traits are inherited from the concepts, such as the horn hair, single tusks, etc. so i’ll talk more about what’s new for this iteration!

there’s a specific layout to her chest fur tufts, and it’s sort of a ‘double v’, but one ‘v’ is inside the other and only has 3 tufts. they also curl around her neck and leave the shoulders exposed, which makes it easier to position them against each other. her arms have an entirely new marking, which is different along the arm, further accentuating the shift in proportions compared to a spiral pattern. it’s also way easier to draw without seeming inaccurate :) the upper arm has , if you look at it creatively, a ‘jaw’ shape - and the darker marking on her chest could be interpreted as a ‘tongue’ sticking up, maybe? it’s also better at clearly conveying which way the arm is rotated

the forearm then has a jagged ring pattern, like tangle’s tail, which also gives it a bit more of a ‘dangerous’ feeling. at first when i was coloring the design, only her palms were darker and the whole hand was white, but then i tried the darker grey on the fingers… and immediately it terminated the hand shape so well, and let her claws stand out without introducing a new color or making them dark plus, if you squint, it makes the fingers look like just another stripe! which is my fav part :] and then last, the face, which was also spur-of-the-moment that turned out well; i’d already been using a darker color around her eyes than her muzzle, and then tried a little curl around her muzzle and her forehead marking and !! it looks like a scar or something?? sweet!!

this has been my design rambling :3 if you’ve gotten down here, thank you for reading <3

[kingdomofpink]

here's the rest of the oc ask meme, I just ended up filling out the rest of it for fun and I figured I wouldn't get anymore asks anyway so I'll just dump it all here. under the cut bc its long

Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Neera- Neera's a pale bitch, she wears sunscreen every single day because she HATES getting sunburnt, that shit is SO annoying literally leave her alone. She has never given a shit about her hair but she doesn't cut it because she can't be bothered and it's a waste of money in opinion so she just throws it up and out of the way all the time but like sometimes she uses it as bait, like when bailey's trying to beat her ass for flaking out on payment, he always grabs her hair and that means he's not putting his hands anywhere else. Notable features would be uhhh her ahoge! i kinda use it as an indication of her emotional state in a very minor way? it wasnt intended at first but i started to notice i would draw it a certain way in her more lewd drawings so im making it a thing now As for fav part of her design, i think id say eyes because they're easy to draw and her expression usually remains the same blank/stoic one and its becoming muscle memory and i dont have to struggle with it lmao

Avis- When starting his save I went LARGE BODY immediately bc ive never played with it before and it has been LIFE CHANGING, BRO HE KICKS ASS IN GAME, so uh, he's tall and built, that's canon now, i was gonna do plain black hair but then my brain went "what if purple color theme tho" bc i like to color code my ocs so its like an dark midnight fig/eggplant color with the highlights because i liked it. anyway his eyes are like so black you can only see his pupil from like melee distance which means you are a target now, sorry there's no escaping now, and there's no reason in particular for this color except i like it on male chars a lot, i think its hot Notable features, not to be obvious points at fox tf. and ofc his demon tf, but he hides that because when it comes to ppl who can see his tf's, some of them will just look back and forth between them like, two things on head, two tails what- and he really just went, pick ONE so i wanna say demon tf generally only shows when he's using his demonic abilities or he's too horny to control it fav design-- EARS AND TAIL SORRY TO BE A FREAK BUT i wanna pet him, my fuzzy little bastard and i think he would kill me for it. it was def a struggle trying to figure out how to draw them at first but i think i figured it out, i cannot recall any other ocs i have that have animal ears WHICH IS SAD BC THEY'RE FUN but a lot of my ocs are set in universes where uhh those are impossible so i purposefully hunted for fox tf for him bc i wanted it and i thought it would make him hot

What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

Neera- Neera is an initiate on a technicality, uhh she has her virginity and she wanted to do the trial of purity to kind of… work on her pain tolerance? so she can hold off longer when she's assaulted (in game reason is to raise willpower) and also she'll take the free money once a month. she's not going to care about her grace increasing or decreasing simply because she's using the temple for her own benefit, but internally she kind of despises it as a system, considering how many times she's gotten molested by a member of the church just by literally going in there (lichen, geting the artifact from the rooms) and she's like "you fucking hypocrites" this is another instance of her NOT giving a shit about being a tattletale and goes to tell jordan and just never goes into the temple unless absolutely necessary

Avis- The temple is a JOKE to Avis, these guys preach about purity and and the innate goodness of humans and hes somewhere in the back, rolling his eyes and gagging (or fucking a cute nun who thought she could take advantage of him and instead gets railed in one of the pews) bro is so cynical and doesn't hide it. They're either snakes just like him or they're naive little bugs he has NO interest in interacting with

How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

Neera- "I don't get sick." shoves her out of the way Yes she does, see Neera likes to present the image of her having no weaknesses, but she can and does get sick. Not very often simply because she's neurotic about preventitive measures but when she DOES get sick she DISAPPEARS, she will lock herself away and just perservere until she's fine again. She does not want anyone seeing her in a weak state because then they'll take advantage of her ofc, what tf else would they do

Avis- This man… becomes even BITCHIER when he's sick if you can believe it. if he doesn't feel good it is now the problem of EVERYONE in his vicinity, note: he is not any less invulnerable, in fact he now has less of an interest of making a game out of you if you bother him, he will simply destroy you. If high love/relationship with him in general he would want to be taken care of, only in the sense of, "ofc you should take care of me, who else plays with you so well?" He really becomes the worlds most annoying man and somehow his ego is even more present in this state

Neera- Weak to both, she overheats so easily, she will go out of her way to not spend time outdoors when its hotter than 80 F (26C), because she hates sweating. She doesnt like being in the sun either. Cold is one she prefers, like her ideal room temp is low 70s (20C) cause she can just throw on a jacket or snuggle in a blanket. She fucking hates snow however, thinks its a mushy mess and forces her to wear socks when she's sleeping because her hands and feet become ICE cold easily

Avis- He has no preference towards one or the other. His tail provides him warmth is he's somwhere cold for too long, but his clothes are decent enough for that so it's usually just him shoving his hand into the fur if his hands get too cold for his liking. And when it comes to the heat, bro will take any opportunity to do away with his clothes. He's a showoff with a huge ego, and likes when people ogle him.

Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

Neera- I don't think I have actual dialogue written for her in anything specific (yet) So unfortunately this one will have to come in the future

Avis- "I could make things really fun for you if you'd like. All you have to do is agree to be my toy. I promise to treat you well. (lie)"

What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

Neera- Organized clutter for both. Her desk is where she keeps almost all of her frequently used materials- books, sewing supplies, letters from her mother, school assignments, etc. The same can be said for her bed. This is her place of comfort and kind of a 'sacred' space to her as she doesn't let people in her room willingly unless she trusts them. Her bed is the ultimate form of that. She has many pillows and comfortable blankets and plush toys she sleeps against at night, (in my head this lowers her trauma hen she sleeps in her bed without interruption) and she okayed the money spent in the knowledge that it brings her continuous comfort.

Avis- Aint a damn thing besides a pillow and blanket on his bed (two pillows as an adult, ooh luxurious) gets in the way of sex, why would he do that unless its a toy, but the toys are much better place on his toy instead. His desk is mostly unused, he's got a little flip calendar on it and a deck of cards he swiped from Wren and then just has a cheap notepad he uses for school related stuff. he doesn't put effort into any of the school projects, he just does them when they interest him or he wants the reward but he won't spend longer than an hour at his desk. He keeps candlesticks on his desk and nightstand for reasons you can probably guess, but a fun initial thought with the one on his nightstand is he will fully just toss a lit candle at the gooners that pay Bailey to molest him in his sleep. It's very amusing to him.

How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

Neera- In encounters, Neera is a manipulative bitch. Max school skills has her pain tolerance high and her apologizing and pleading interactions at max effectiveness and she uses that to her advantage. She's used to pain but she doesn't like it. She's learned to compartmentalize it in the moment to prevent others from taking advantage of her in a weak moment. Physical and emotional she bottles it up and swallows it. It will never get out.

Avis- This bitch is a MASSIVE SADIST, inflicting pain gets him off and he has such high willpower he can still keep kicking your ass mid nut. When that pain is inflicted on him however? He just gets annoyed, pissed off. If he was trying to have fun with it (a noncon encounter where he tried to switch positions with his assaulter? he'd get so bored and just fight them off and go about his day.) But if it was a consensual encounter and this person tries to Dom him and get all uppity? Haha, no. He will make one of two decisions, turn it into a noncon encounter where THEY are the victim and use them until he's bored, or make an example of them and beat them within an inch of their life so they never make such an amateur mistake again. Oh and emotional pain uhh.. as of this moment in time I cannot think of anything that would hurt his feelings. Not a one… (perhaps he has no feelings idk, he simply bastard)

How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

Neera- She internalized her childhood before the Orphanage so much that literally nothing has changed her outlook on the world and leaving the youth ward only reinforced it actually. Her trust in others is all but completely withered, even if she cares about people like Robin, or the other orphans, she doesn't trust any of them. In an event where they had to choose to help her or save themselves, she knows they would save themselves and she doesn't blame them for it. So she doesn't "rely" on other people, she makes deals, interactions are transactional and an equal amount of give and take. Which to her, when she 'receives' help, she repays her debt in some way via monetary payment or something they want from her (within reason) and when she 'gives' it's usually like how she is with the orphans, she protects them because she wants to. It makes her feel better, strong, like she's worth something. Other people relying on her feels good, but relying on others is scary because she doesn't see herself as worthy of being cared for.

Avis- Literally why would he ever rely on someone else. He can take care of himself and even take care of others (sexually) when he wants so what's the point. He's not weak and things always go his way so he's never put in a vulnerable position where he needs to consider relying on someone else. His peers are weaker than him and adults are just as bad if not worse than he is so he wouldn't trust them as far as he could throw them. But he would absolutely blackmail them (Leighton) because that's fun.

How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

Neera- She's so neutral in most scenarios that she gives off npc energy. She sits like, freakishly proper not even on purpose it's just how her body moves, it's giving robot. If she's sitting in any kind of reclined chair that's back even a little bit too far she's sitting in it at like a 90 degree angle uncomfortably, or she will pull the back up so she can sit at a 90 degree angle comfortably. The most natural you will see her is in her room, and if you got in there? Congrats you tamed the feral animal. She curls up into a ball around her cow plush when she sleeps, she looks so small and it's the most 'human' she looks in a frequent occurance. If she's having a conversation with someone her arms/hands like.. don't give at all, but she's one of those people where if you held something out to her she would hold it and continue talking like nothing happened and not acknowledge it unless you brought it up.

Avis- This man is cock and balls out in everything he does, he thinks he's so cool and so important and that everyone loves him or they're wrong. He spreads his legs pussy out to face the world on the subway and does NOT move or give space if an old person or pregnant person gets on the same car as him. If he's having a normal conversation with someone /this has never happened ever/ (ex: Niko or Brooke) he's got his hands in his pockets like he's so chill and cool, probably talking about pervert shit they is so absolutely atrocious and would be censored on any TV airing from 6am to midnight. And with someone he's like playing or flirting with his hands are so active and touchy, touching their hair, their face, leaning against the wall as he gets in close (kabedon). Personal space? No it's our space, actually no it's his space and you're just there too.

What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

Neera- The day her father died, the day her mother got admitted to the Asylum (and the day she was sent to the Orphanage), The day she left the youth ward and realized she was never going to have a chance at a comfortable life no matter how much she wanted it

Avis- (I wanna say he got his demon tf first so) When he got the full demon tf, his instincts changed and molded even more towards his extremely perverse nature that he has now, being entirely sex brained but now he feels stronger because of it. Meeting Wren; he mostly survived off of stealing semi valuable things to get by, paying off Bailey when he felt like it just to not have that particular annoyance hanging over his head, and when he met Wren, he was able to get into more… high risk high reward situations that awarded his current wealth. For the third one I want to leave it kind of open and ambiguous as a pc interaction like "YOU! Could make a huge impact on this terrible man's life!" Because in all seriousness you can. It's hard, but it's possible. If he didn't have his fox tf, it would be impossible, but because of it, he can be swayed to be in a monogamous relationship (per universe because everyone deserves to fuck this asshole if they so choose to do so) and "guided" to be gentler and more caring towards a pc that has built a relationship with him.

If they can or would drive, what would their car be like? Not gonna go super in depth on these ones bc im not a car person and i dont/cant drive Neera-She'd have something basic like an suv she did like minimal research into of being the like… safest to drive and crash survivability. She wouldn't like a small, lower to the ground car, cause they' just make her feel claustrophobic.

Avis- I'm gonna b e honest with you guys, it would be some kind of convertable or big fancy truck because 1. he likes to show off and and he would have fun parking somewhere semi public and fucking you in it (convertable-top rolled down, truck- in the truck bed)

How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

Neera- I'm gonna be real with you guys, this girl is so awkward internally, she doesn't know how to connect with people, which is why she wonders why people are interested are interested in her at all (Alex for one but she supposes it's due to her being the only non hostile interaction since he lives alone on his farm) her love language? I guess in the most general sense is acts of service? Protecting the orphans from bullies, paying for Robin's debt, making sure Yunie is hydrated and fed, etc. She's kind of a silent comforter, offering a hug if they want or wiping (licking) their tears. (Receiving, she would like physical touch the most)

Avis- At the risk of sounding like I'm repeating myself-- sex. He rarely has non sexual relationships with people he isn't forced to interact with on a recurring basis (i.e. Bailey, the teachers, etc.) So like even when he isn't actively having sex with someone to satiate his needs, his conversations revolve mostly around sex as well, talking about what or who he did recently. His love language… I'm not entirely sure? I think it's something that could vary depending on the PC he's "in a relationship" with, and he would cater to what he thinks would make them happy/appeased as an entirely calculated move.