#sticking true to the messy bitch you are

[eddiebuckley-diaz]

Lmao I can only imagine the phone call Buck made to Tommy to let him know he will be a little late making it home to him because he just saw his best friends dead ex-wife.

Tommy and Buck later that night: yeah so the straights are not okay

[arieswritez]

puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 3

chapter 2

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; you don't know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me i guess it's different 'cause you love him but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination and that's gotta count for something - not allowed (tv girl)

3.

you'd found a boy that made your heart go thump thump, thump. and you knew very well how the rest of that story usually went.

your love was encompassing. asphyxiating and obsessive. and in the very first moment the two of you interacted, you knew, this could be it.

you didn't blame yourself.

you couldn't blame yourself.

blame the love stories.

the disney movies with the princes and the magic mirrors. breaking curses with true love's kiss. much like the fabricated sugary fantasies, your potential life with him unfolded before your eyes.

he could be the one.

true love's forever kiss.

you imagined it all.

movie theater dates, awkward parental meetings, proposals, a home, kids, pets. arguments. therapy, even. pushing through at the end. death. rebirth. trying it all over again in the next life.

all you had to do was get him to stick around.

you had to make him understand that you could be his true love kiss, too.

you had to be perfect.

. . there was just one miniscule problem.

the boy so happened be on the same baseball team as mark.

it's the way the two of you had met.

despite the fact that you were supposed to be there for mark: your eyes were . . elsewhere. your eyes - then your focus - had gravitated towards him even before the first pitch. and you found yourself blushing as you watched him stretch: holding his baseball bat over his head.

you'd made it your only goal to attempt to extract as much information about it from mark as discretely as you could. and frankly, you should've known mark would be able to read you like the back of his hand.

because he found out what you were trying to do embarrassingly quickly.

and he was just as quick to shut it down.

you hadn't noticed the boy before. not really. but since the baseball game, he seemed to be everywhere. and you were excited to find that he was the new addition to mark's friend group. you knew this because you saw him and mark sitting together during lunch.

which meant they were at least acquaintances.

so imagine your shock when you came to find out. . mark didn't like him.

everything about him seemed to rub mark the wrong way. mark would clam up the moment you mentioned your boy. he'd change the subject. or his mood would just straight up sour. he'd go quiet and avoidant. and when you kept pushing, he finally snapped.

your boy was stupid.

your boy was shallow.

"don't say i didn't warn you." mark would mumble.

but warning you wasn’t enough.

your boy barely looked at you.

and you weren't sure if it was in part because of the way you acted. . the way you looked. maybe he was so out of your league that he'd completely removed you from his radar.

you'd watch him from across hallways and excitement would swell in your chest when you found that you'd be walking in opposite directions.

you'd see him coming.

he'd see you.

time would slow as you walked past him.

your heart rate would pick up.

but his eyes would remain forward and time would pick back up again as soon as you were past each other.

all it'd leave you with was the bitter taste of rejection in your mouth and a deep ache of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

the only thing that sobered you up were the dizzying possibilities.

he hadn't seen you. he hadn't noticed the effort you'd put in.

but eventually, he would.

you don't know what it was that grabbed his attention.

mark was vehemently against introducing you two.

you were at a loss until you realized that you'd just have to try harder.

whenever mark left for the bathroom, you'd made it a mission to swipe mark's phone during study sessions. you'd go through his socials and send yourself screenshots of both his follower count and who he was following.

it was a long tedious progress but eventually, you'd found your boy's account.

thankfully, it was public. which meant the the decoy accounts you'd made to snoop just in case he was private turned out to be a waste of time.

you looked through his followers and did your homework on anyone he showed a particular interest in. you'd even made a list of the usernames of the people who’s posts he interacted with the most.

and soon you became a master of disguise.

you studied them top to bottom.

those that went to the same school were far easier to emulate.

you copied their mannerisms, the way they styled their hair, you changed the cadence of your voice, the way you rolled your r’s. your clothing grew tighter and your slouch was now an exaggerated upbeat gallop as you chased after the object your new affection, hoping one day he'd notice.

. . and the exact moment he looked into your eyes and did a double take. . you did one, too.

it was completely out of surprise before you caught yourself and continued to saunter away from him with butterflies in your stomach: flapping their wings so violently it felt like you'd be swept away.

his attention was the most excitement you'd felt. . in a long time.

and you knew you'd do anything to retain it.

it was a sickly sweet feeling: syrupy, sticky. clogging your vascular system to the point your head swelled. the lack of oxygen only heightened your fantasies.

the attention was addictive and so, so good you found yourself chasing that high all the time. going to extreme lengths to get his attention. even if they’d end up embarrassing you after.

you never allowed yourself to wallow in the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach when you did everything in your power to get his attention, though.

specially whenever it made a smile stretch across his face.

whatever you did faded into the background.

it was all worth it in the end.

something was wrong with mark.

and he needed to get to the root of the problem fast.

he was looking at you. . differently.

he talked to his dad.

nolan had said something about the changing moods having to do with his powers. how being intense and passionate was just in his blood.

he talked to his mom about it. albeit in a more discrete way. he'd never be able to live it down if she'd found out you were making him behave a certain way.

she'd just chalked it up to it being puberty.

mark didn't know who to believe.

he just wanted to stop thinking about you.

his nerves were shot to shit whenever you were near.

senses heightened: you were a fog blanketing his brain until your voice carried with it a technicolor vision.

he could smell you coming like a damn blood hound.

he could hear your pulse while sitting next to you.

something was wrong with mark.

he knew it when his teeth ached when you'd stretched your neck: raised your arms over your head and let out a little sound of pain and discomfort.

something was wrong with mark.

when the day's turned warm and wet. . and your clothing became more revealing.

he could see more of you.

freckles and moles, blemishes and scars, he hadn't noticed before.

he'd follow sweat drops rolling down your skin.

smooth. soft.

he'd held you, once.

when was the last time?

something was wrong with mark.

he'd lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling.

thinking about how you'd looked while you concentrated on a book. while you looked down at your phone. while you listened to music: smiling when a song you liked came on.

your little humming. . but not singing.

never singing.

mark noticed you'd stopped singing in front of him when he started to make fun of you for it.

that, too, was how mark knew something was wrong with him.

the way your moods would shift like tides under a crescent moon whenever he'd said something excited him. he felt pleasure - a violent zap of electricity shooting up and down his spice - watching your eyes light up or darken when he'd say something to you.

about you.

i like your hair today.

light.

you talk so goddamn much.

dark.

i missed you.

light.

your stories take fucking forever.

dark.

something was wrong with him when he found his own mood depended on fantasizing on how he'd make you feel that day.

if he was in a bad mood, seeing you in one, too, was a sure-fire way to make his day a whole lot better.

something was wrong with mark.

when he'd have to smother the sounds he made while imagining you -

something was wrong with him. . when red, hot anger consumed him when one of his friends made a smart quip about your body.

when he couldn't just laugh it off anymore.

something was wrong with mark.

. . or so he thought.

because he'd later find out. .

. . no.

something was wrong with you.

all of a sudden: mark was the one double texting.

triple texting.

mark was the one asking if he could hang out. . and when the fuck did he ever need permission?

mark was the one seeking you out.

something was wrong with you.

and he needed to get to root of the problem.

he picked his brain apart in an attempt to figure out what it was. you couldn't be under any stress. you looked fine. better than fine.

you looked happy.

fucking elated.

to the point where mark couldn't affect your moods anymore.

mark wanted to know what the fuck you were so happy about.

why the fuck you were so happy when he was falling apart at the seams. when his world was crashing down.

and there you were, completely fucking oblivious.

mark had always been curious.

and so, he went to see you.

the two of you were in your room.

you'd excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

and mark started looking.

you were predictable.

he knew where you kept your journal. despite how many times he'd found it and read it aloud - holding it above his head whenever you tried to snatch it away - he'd always managed to figure out your next hiding place.

it was easier that way.

he pretended he didn't know where it was.

you pretended to have some privacy.

he pretended not to know every single, minute, insignificant detail of your life.

of your thoughts.

thank fuck you were still so naive.

thank fuck for dairies.

he'd found it in a box under your bed.

and after flipping to the page with the freshest set of ink. . he'd found out what your problem was.

you'd found a boy who'd made your heart go

thump.

thump.

thump.

[faithlia]

𖦹๋���⭑ just Chris fucking you 𖦹๋࣭⭑

⋆ english is not my first language!

Chris makes a puppy dog ​​face as he rests his face between your legs, his lips swollen and red, covered in cum and lube, just after giving you the best orgasm of your life. Gagging and intoxicated by your pussy, he can't resist making a mess of spit and hot, precise slaps, wanting to make you cum for the second time that day.

He loves rubbing your pussy with his fingertips, listening to the wet and promiscuous sounds it makes. His favorite part, for sure, is when he sticks three fingers inside you, without any preparation, and then the urge to speed up his movements emerges, making you scream, and deliciously put his fingers in your mouth and feel your taste on the tip of your tongue. Fuck. Then, he spits all over it, leaving a beautiful wet mess that makes his cock leak pre-cum.

He tries in every possible way to exhaust you as much as possible, listening to your moans, which don't even manage to dispel the abusive thoughts that corrode his mind. Until he can't help his own provocations and, so promptly, turns you around forcefully, with his numb fingers corrupting your skin and his mouth salivating with desire - just like yours. Chris puts you on all fours, leaning pathetically over him, and starts pounding his dick into your sensitive pussy.

It's so good!

He loves the way your pussy swallows him. He loves the way you moan tirelessly like a slut in heat begging for more. And he loves more than anything, knowing that he's going to make you cum one more time.

He'll give you a good spanking and growl in your ear so you don't cum before he does. He'll put you in another position, this time in your favorite position, on your side. He knows how much you love cumming this way.

He puts his tongue on your sensitive nipples and fits his cock easily into yours wet slippery pussy, desperate to be fucked. Your moans start to get higher pitched and his, more and more urgent.

He tells you once again not to cum before he does, and you comply like the perfect obedient bitch that you are, just to make him satisfied, because you love pleasing your man.

You love it when Chris puts you in this position - so vulnerable - as he lifts your leg, grabs your tits and looks at you with the most fucked up expression possible. After all, you love giving him pleasure, and he loves your understanding of being such a good submissive slut.

And when he finally cums inside you, spurting all his sperm into the obedient begging little pussy he loves so much, he says in a shaky voice, "Good girl." Hearing him, you cum hard, feeling helpless, but so full and satisfied.

He kisses your lips hard, making wet sounds. He pulls out of you without much care. And, with his almost numb hand, stroking your messy hair, he kisses your sweaty forehead and says, with a defeated sigh: "You are so good to me, my love."

And you don't stop thinking about this for even a second, because you know it's true.

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[octoberautumnbox]

https://x.com/RREFP22/status/1795434393097646152

YulYen campus threesome. The short skirts are making me feel things

AWW THEY'RE ADORABLE JHGKJSHFDKJH I MISS YULYEN SO BAD WHY DIDNT THEY JUST SING TOGETHERRRRR

~~~

(warning: con-noncon)

Yena slams Yuri right up against a nearby wall. Her palm connects with Yuri's throat, keeping her in place, and her fingers squeeze around her windpipe, not to choke, but to warn. "Don't embarrass me like that again." Her eyes are intense behind her shades, smoke nearly coming out the top of her head, but Yuri remains unfazed.

"Come on, you look ridiculous, unnie," she sings. She pulls off Yena's eye coverings and takes a quick look, then discards them off to the side. "It isn't even that bad. Nobody would have noti-- Ghk!"

Yena follows through with her threat, her hand constricting Yuri's throat harshly. It forces the younger's mouth open and the reflex makes her tongue stick out. The two make eye contact, Yuri's wide-eyed gaze against Yena's murderous stare.

"Fuck. You." The younger almost doesn't see it, but at the last second she's able to spot the older's other palm rise high and threaten her with a slap. She flinches, but for the wrong reason, and Yena swipes at the chance to take Yuri's tongue in her mouth.

All the while Yuri frantically tries clawing her unnie's hand away from her throat, she leaks her spit conveniently for Yena to lap up in the opportune moments and let her dongsaeng breathe just a little bit of fresh air.

And true to Yuri's own character, the continued semi-lack of air and her unnie's insistence on this poorly-timed makeout session send the wrong signal to her core, her libido rising in the worst possible situation for her at the moment. She feels herself getting wetter down there, and true to Yena's character, she knows.

The older tosses the younger to the floor by the neck, and Yuri chokes on her spit and the sudden increase of air she accidentally inhales. She tries catching her breath on the ground, the world still spinning around her, and before she knows it, Yena is able to maneuver her onto all fours.

"Unnie, please, I'm sor-- hngg~!" It turns out Yuri was less aware of her surroundings after all, and in the apparently not-so-short time she was on the ground Yena was able to strip her of her shorts. She was also able to push three fingers into Yuri's core, all the while threatening a fourth.

"Apologize by cumming on my hand, fucking bitch." In no way at all was Yena gentle or considerate, and Yuri felt every ounce of her wrath through the merciless fingerblasting she was being subjected to. The last rational thought in her head thanks her lucky stars she was wet to begin with, otherwise it'd be impossible to muffle the panicked moans that try to escape her mouth.

Yena feels her former member clench and leak more, telltale signs that she's getting close. She bends her finger inside her to start hitting Yuri's favorite spots, forcing her to increase in volume and shame.

"You fucking slut, being this loud when someone could hear you and just walk right in. You're even enjoying this, aren't you?" Each word stabs at Yuri's heart: all of it is true, and she can't deny it. She lets her unnie feel how tight she's getting to be, and it fills her with shame how she's nearly there, almost there...

And it comes earlier than expected. The pleasure finally peaks and Yuri's floodgates come crashing open. "AAAAHHHHHHH!!" she screams, having lost control of herself and now in a mere freefall of wrongful pleasure. Her cum shoots out of her in messy streaks all over the floor beneath her crotch, all the while she tries burying her face in her hands to hide how this feels so good.

Once her orgasm starts fading out, Yena pulls out her fingers from Yuri's abused pussy. She pulls Yuri up by the hair, making sure the poor girl can see as her beloved unnie licks up all she can of her essence on her fingers. It fills Yuri with a deep sense of embarrassment to get off in such a way, but she can't help it— it's Yena.

"Mmm, delicious. Don't disrespect me again, whore. Don't make me teach you this lesson another time." Yuri is tossed to the floor again, weak and out of breath. Just as Yena gets up, Yuri grabs her ankle in the hopes of delivering her final words:

"I thought... we only do this stuff... at home?" Her speech is impeded by deep breaths that try to make up for her sore lack of air.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Got carried away, hehe. You okay?" She kisses Yuri on the forehead in apology. "Text me, baby. Gotta go, my turn with the fans."

"Okay... Just finish the job later." Yena sprints off to the center of the stage, leaving Yuri lying on the floor.

[unrevealedcravings]

“Why the fuck are you all wearing condoms for?”

You can feel the two dicks stretching out your ass and pussy stop thrusting. The one pushing in and out of your mouth didn't stop, making it a little harder to hear the response.

“No i know what she SAID… but i mean just look at her… she's a cock drunk slut who's just dying for us all to take the next step and pump her full of cum.”

You can barely hear the response over your own sound of ‘Gluck. Gluck. Gluck’ and the grunting of the person face fucking you. You can tell its the guy with his cock in your ass who responds by the vibrations and the way he shifts slightly while still inside you. 

“No of course not you… but it would be such a waste to spill all that cum in her ass and in a rubber at the same time. And you've been going at her for a while now… you must just about be ready to pop. Im just saying we should all be busting in that beat up little cunt of hers…”

The guy who had been fucking your pussy seems to need little convincing and you can feel him pull out and fumble a little before he thrusts back into you with a deep akd satisfied groan. He thrusts and pumps and in no time at all he's groaning as he emptying his balls into you. You almost let out a shriek of surprise but the facefucking is relentless.

“My man! What about you dude? You wanna breed this needy bitch as well?”

The cock in your ass thrusts a couple more times before you feel it withdraw, a pause and his uncovered cock thrust into your already cum soaked pussy. His thrusts are deeper and more determined and when he finally cums he holds you tightly and presses into you so hard you know he's trying to cum in you as deeply as he can. He holds you there like that until every last drop is drained and then slides out of you with a messy, dripping sound. 

“Ooof. I just knew you'd be into that you dirty bastard… make room now.”

The thrusts into your mouth get quicker and faster as you hear his breath start to quicken. He grabs the back of your head and a fistful of hair at the same time as he lets out a gasp. You feel his cum spurting into your throat, his tight grip forcing you to drink it all down as he holds you in place. When hes done he simply releases his hold on you and lets you flop inelegantly face down onto the floor with your ass sticking up into the air, your pussy still leaking cum. 

“Ah well… two out of three aint bad huh pet? I guess that mouth of yours is just to good to resist… but i'm still going to take my turn with that messy cunt.” 

He leans in from behind and presses a hand down against the side of your face, pushing your head into the mattress as you feel him push himself inside your sore pussy with a satisfied groan. The sensation spurring you into action and you hear yourself mumble something, a begging, pleading tone in your voice.

“I mean… yeah i know what you SAID… but we both know this is your biggest fantasy come true… if it wasn't, why would you be so fucking wet?” 

He slides a hand underneath to rub at the mess of cum and juices leaking out as he thrusts into you, laughing as he builds up a rhythm. You know he's right. You just pray the others aren't just getting their stamina back for another turn…

Soo this is so good! Breeding is not my kink but having people cumming inside yess and this was hot

[judasgot-it]

Fem! Jouno x Fem! Reader

I saw someone say they wanted fem! Jouno x Fem! reader so here's a drabble of it. This is just something real quick, nothing serious

895 word count

The rain sounded peaceful underneath your umbrella.

It was clear plastic, and watching the raindrops fall down in waves made your legs feel heavier than they needed to be.

The routine was the same - stand and wait for the bus at fuck o'clock in the morning, before even the sun rose up. The only ones who were there to greet you would be the street lights and the most unsettling woman you'd ever met.

She kept her eyes closed always, and would smile as if there was something funny she was thinking about. The one time you had asked, she had said she thought about the car crash she heard three streets over, and thought it was hilarious.

Her laugh was pretty.

But today she was late. Not the worst thing, as the bus was usually late as well.

It made your heart ache a little though, at the thought of not seeing her. She was a nice sight in the shitty street lights and broken concrete - her hair was pitch-perfect compared to it, as if she was making up for how ugly the streets had become.

It almost made you jealous. But it also made you want to kiss her.

The thoughts were conflicting, so instead you would rather think about your dull step-by-step routine.

Get on the bus, walk to work, take the stairs, get in your office...

Easier to think about than how beautiful that woman was. She made it look so easy. She made your thoughts go in directions you never thought about - you wanted to be a man sometimes, just because of her.

"You selfish bitch. Aren't you going to share?"

A wet hand slapped your chest - right where the underwire dug at your chest, making you jump up.

You nearly fell over as a wet ghost stumbled into your personal space - her white hair wet and sticking against her head, looking dark as it pulled together into strands down on her skull.

Her mascara had began to run, with her lipstick smeared.

She looked messy and rushed.

"Sorry." You gave half of your umbrella's shade to her, letting your shoulder be drenched in the cold rain. The woman huffed, her smeared face scrunched up as if this was your own fault.

You wanted to apologize again just because of that.

She didn't bother to say anything more, squeezing her uniform out against the wet pavement - it did nothing, only creating wrinkles against the already wet fabric.

It was the same uniform she wore everyday, now sticking against her body tightly. Maybe you were a pervert, but you couldn't help but stare as it pulled tightly against her waist - she looked gorgeous even underneath her clothes, and it was hard to say anything knowing that.

Did women always make you think this much?

"Do you need a napkin? Your makeup looks a little off."

You felt stupid for saying that, but she looked up at you, as if surprised.

"Is it?" Her eyes were still closed, and there was a strange element to her voice that you couldn't pinpoint. Her face had turned a shade of pink, turning away as if she was trying to discern just by her thoughts alone if what you had said was true.

"Um. Yeah. Just a little bit." It was an understatement. Her face looked like she had splattered her makeup on with a single brush and called it a day.

With a gentle hand, you took her chin and brought her closer towards you. Her face said nothing, but you had to stop yourself from almost spitting as her eyes opened slightly, staring right through you.

It was like a staring contest, making your movements painful as you brought your old fast food napkin across her face, as gentle as you could be with her skin as you tried to bring her beauty out again.

Like being stared down by a wild animal and trying to clip their nails, gently stroking her skin in simple motions, washing the pain away.

It felt like forever.

Maybe it was a minute at most.

"Do I look ok now?" She sounded unbothered, even as her eyes stared holes straight through your skull. It was electrifying, and you stared between her forehead to give her the illusion that you were making eye contact.

"You look beautiful."

An honest answer - even without any makeup, she was absolutely stunning. Maybe you had a crush, because you found yourself staring at parts of her face that weren't meant for another woman's eyes. But you indulged anyway, given how she seemed to only stare straight ahead, as if in a deep contemplation.

Slowly, a smile pulled across her face. A real one, that was honest and pulled at small lines against her eyes.

Her irises never moved to look towards yours.

"If I could see you, I might say the same. But I hope you know that the sound of your blood is absolutely delightful."

She turned her face away, as if her sentence wasn't an unsettling statement in an empty place with such gloomy weather.

If it weren't for the fact that she was so beautiful, and you felt so comfortable, you might have felt more scared than you should. Instead, you only returned her smile as if she did see it, stepping a little closer to share your warmth.

finally writing some lesbians. might write more...

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi!! Can I pretty please request number 15 from the kiss prompt list with Mountain and Swiss 🥺🫶

absolutely!! two big boys coming right up lol, hope you enjoy!

#15: passionately

Mountain is always hyperaware of his size and strength, the biggest ghoul in the band pack.

He is careful, and considerate, and reserves the full brunt of his power for hitting his drums. But even the strongest wills can be broken, and Swiss is one stubborn son of a bitch.

The earth ghoul tightens his grip on his sticks, the sweat on his palms making them slip in his grasp. He grits his teeth, trying to focus on his kit in front of him. Mountain growls, too law and rumbly for any of the humans to hear, but around him, his packmates all tense near imperceptibly.

Except, of course, Swiss.

The multighoul is too busy grinding against his micstand, grinning and making lewd gestures in the audience's direction, but Mountain can see the way his eyes glance over to his own platform, gold winking behind the lenses of his mask. Mountain can see the way his tail would be swaying coyly behind him if it weren't for their human glamours.

Mountain takes a deep breath, cursing as he hits the snare so hard his stick snaps cleanly in half. He growls and pulls another one out of his bag, keeping his gaze firmly in front of him for the rest of the show. He can feel the waves of smug satisfaction rolling off of the multighoul to his right, catching Cirrus in the crossfire. He growls again, shaking his head

Bows go as they always do, and Mountain quietly storms up behind Swiss and Aeon as they walk off stage together, heads pressed together and laughing. He growls, big hand grabbing Swiss by the back of the neck, letting some of his true strength bleed through his glamour.

Swiss yelps, and Aeon ducks away, eyes wide but a little amazed. Rain laughs as he and Dew walk past, and Aeon scrambles to meet up with them

"What's up with you, maple?" Swiss teases, pulling his faux innocence back on. Cool, calm, collected Swiss, and the thought makes Mountain's fingers tighten around the scruff of his neck.

For what it's worth, Swiss goes easily as Mountain pulls him into a dark alcove, spinning him and shoving his back against the cinderblock wall so hard he can feel the breath knocked from Swiss's lungs.

He laughs, dazed and giddy, as Mountain boxes him in, looming over the multi-ghoul, green eyes flaring in the darkness as he glares down at him.

"You know what's up," edelweiss," Mountain says, hands that dwarf even Swiss's curling into the front of his vest. "You think I'm fucking stupid?"

Swiss scoffs, still impossibly level despite everything. "Never, Mount. Smartest ghoul I know.”

Mountain leans down, their masks scraping together as he whispers in the multi-ghoul’s ear.

"Then why in the name of Belial did you think it was a good idea to mess with me?"

With how close they are, chests pressed together, clothes damp with sweat, there's no hiding the way Swiss shudders, a breathy keen escaping his lips, the air in the tight corner smelling of cinnamon and Mountain's own rosemary. "Mount," he breathes.

Mountain huffs, laughing as Swiss's head lolls back, the helmet thudding against the wall. "I've barely touched you, edelweiss, and you're all worked up. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before hauling Swiss up by the vest, crashing into a kiss that's mostly teeth, both of them losing their grips on their glamour. Swiss hisses as his bottom lip catches on Mountain's sharp fangs, but groans into it.

Mountain's head spins. As much as he hates to admit it, Swiss's teasing always gets to him way more than he lets on. It's messy and chaotic and he pins Swiss to the wall with it, even as Swiss's hands curl around the tubing on his helmet. It tastes of the fruit of his vape, sheer desperation. Their lips slide together, slick with their spit.

Mountain just knows both of their faces will be smeared with the remnants of their grease paint, nipping again at Swiss's lip in delight when he can taste it, and the brightness of the iron that follows quickly after.

He pulls back, leaving Swiss heaving, lip bleeding, eyes soft and hazy behind the lenses of his mask.

Mountain stares smugly down at him, adjusting his rumpled, soaked shirt. "That's all you get tonight, Swiss," he says, nearly a growl. "I'll know if you go to the others."

Swiss nods, chest still heaving as he catches his breath, licking at his lip. Mountain laughs as he turns and heads to the dressing room.

[deandoesthingstome]

Okay, @itbmojojoejo. Mojo, after an evening of reflection, which included some very strange (and dare I say, cursed) dreams, I have the following commentary / Top 5 characters for you.

Under cut to save anyone who isn't following me for off-topic rants.

First, while I have watched, or at least been in the room with, a lot of anime over the years, it's never been an obsession and I don't really think it ever will be.

Don't get me wrong. The imagery is usually very visually stimulating and unique. So pretty/wierd/wtf to look at. And the storylines can be just as deep/intense/thoughtful/emotional as live action, but I think that's the difference for me. I can't quite get past the "pen & paper" of it.

So I'm never gonna ship myself with an anime character. And nothing at all against character shipping, but my brain isn't going there automatically and I'm probably not investing energy.

BUT, I do need something to keep me watching the pretty (or slimey/gloopy/messy) pictures, so let's dive in.

1. Toge. Salmon. (I was going to leave it at that, but...) Look. I'm an adult. Many of these stories are about children. And children can be screechy, annoying things at times. So this guy who only speaks in rice ball ingredients unless he's exercising curses is like a dream come true! Bonito flakes. (Plus, you were 1000% right about seeing more of him in JJK 0 and I really am fond of him, okay? Please tell me I'm still safe from heartbreak. No, don't say anything. I'll find out this weekend when I resume S2.)

2. Gojo. Obviously. He's the best and strongest. He's a sarcastic asshole giving his all to teach his students how to handle their shit and still has to put himself in harm's way and do some pretty unsavory things (killing cursed humans - waaahhhh) over and over. His hair is crazy. He walks around blindfolded. (I still haven't figured out why. Did I miss some dialog about it somewhere along the way?) And he's lost is best friend in possibly the worst way imaginable.

3. Yuji. First impressions. This was the initial storyline for S1 and I love his pink hair and absolutely insane decision to just fucking eat the finger to save his friend! I'm nervous for him because of Sukuna, but the tattoos (I think of the little Sukuna-faces on his face as tattoos, plus all Sukuna's tattoos) are neat.

4. Yuta. (Who I want to call Yutu because the fucking subtitles kept sticking U2 in for his name. And no, not everytime. He also had a million variations like Maki.) Who knew switching to JJK 0 would bring out this underdog? Heard about him in S1, but never met him, really until now. I was about to be torn because what a little shit, to curse his own friend like that. Who dooms themself to be linked forever to another person at like, age 5, even without a curse?? But it sounds like he didn't understand his own power/heritage and so, forgive. And also Rika is bad-ass.

5. Maki. I hated her in S1. What a bitch. But here we go again with backstory and I now admire her tenacity.

Bonus 1: Geto. Fine. Fine! I can admit this character deserves love. I guess. He's Gojo's best friend and a bad-ass technically, but also, what choice, man. What a choice. And, yes, the backstory helped clear up what is now happening in S2 (and S1 really, right?)

Bonus 2: Megumi. I'm sad for him. His father seemed like a total ass. And I love the parallel friendship with Yuji/ Gojo&Geto. Though does that mean...? No, don't say anything.

Sorry, I've lost a little steam on these, and honestly, the more I type, the more I am convincing myself there are other characters to love. Picking 5 (7) was hard. They all have their strong points and weaknesses (Mechamaru you total jerk! But also, the will to survive is so strong!) but I will not get sucked in...

Happy Friday!!!!

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Demisexual!Jake Seresin x Reader headcanons

Saw this post where people were being little piss babies that Jake Seresin can't possibly be aspec. So *cracks knuckles* since people can't seem to stay in their own fucking lane, I'm gonna be That Bitch and write some aggressively positive demisexual headcanons for our favorite flyboy.

(Tagging my aspec!Jake partner in crime: @gonnabreakhisheart)

Jake is an outrageous flirt. But he doesn't mean 99% of the things that come out of his mouth. He's just blowing smoke and hot air, talking smack.

When someone flirts back, he cranks it up to 110%. But when it comes time to follow through, oh hell no, Jake aborts so fast and hightails it out of there.

Despite what other people accuse him of, Jake has had only two one night stands, and no one ever believes him when he says that so he stopped trying to convince them.

The first time, he was young and reckless, running on the adrenaline high of getting into flight school. His classmates pressured him into it, too, insisting that he was a man now and he needed to prove himself.

It was not a good night and the girl left him in the morning without saying anything, which made him feel like shit.

The second time, Jake had watched one of his pilot buddies die in flight training and it messed him up really bad. He had no one to lean on because he'd learned not to show emotion in the military.

So he ended up at a bar, trying to drown his feelings, and somehow found himself deep in conversation with this woman. She'd lost her boyfriend in a car accident a year ago so she understood what it was like to deal with grief.

They spent most of the night talking and finding comfort in each other.

But they both agreed to part ways in the morning. They still text occasionally and check in on each other now and then.

Jake's reputation as a playboy is purely hearsay and mostly fueled by the jealousy and insecurity of other men. But he gave up trying to deny the rumors a long time ago. His protests seemed to only dig his grave deeper.

So in true Hangman fashion, Jake uses his reputation as a shield. Only the people who will truly stick around for the long haul get a glimpse underneath his armor.

Jake actually takes FOREVER before he decides that he likes you. Being a pilot demands a lot of his time which he knows can be very taxing on a relationship and he's upfront about that right from the start.

He's had a lot of people come and go in his life, and he's careful about getting emotionally invested too early.

You and Jake were friends for years, and he was fiercely protective of you.

Trying to get a guy's number at a bar? GOOD LUCK Jake is gonna be hovering at your shoulder, poking his nose into your business and making sure your potential date knew that you had a curfew, home by 10pm. Or else.

You relentlessly dropped hints that HE could ask you out, which you'd been hoping might happen for...an embarrassingly long time. But he never got the hint.

So YOU finally ask him out, which he tries to laugh off with a joke because you can't possibly be serious. Until he realizes you're not kidding and he finds that it's surprisingly easy to say yes to you.

At the beginning of the relationship, Jake doesn't know what to do with himself. He's on the verge of bolting because this is too good to be true.

About the six month mark, Jake settles down and he starts looking at you in a new light. You fell asleep on his couch, comfortable and safe in his presence while watching television and something in his heart tugs.

In the morning, when he sees you in the kitchen with your messy bedhead as you poured yourself some cereal, wearing the oversized pajamas you'd borrowed from him last night...oh my god, that's the hot button. That's when Jake realizes he found something truly special and he's going to fight for it.

He gets a dog tag engraved with your name and wears it all the time alongside his military dog tags.

He has a picture of you in the cockpit of his airplane. Before every flight, he kisses his fingertips and touches the picture as a good luck charm so he makes sure that he comes home to you.

Honestly, instead of sex, Jake prefers weird 3am chats with you where he can make you laugh until you're gasping for breath.

Jake loves taking a bath with you, especially when you slip into the tub behind him and wash his hair. The first time you did it, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. No one had ever done that for him before.

He has zero ability to stay mad with you after a fight. He leaves to cool off and then comes back with this kicked puppy-dog look on his face. He takes your hand, kisses your knuckles.

"I hate fighting with you, baby," he whispers.

"Well, if you would just admit I'm right, we wouldn't have to fight."

He can tell you're teasing and you end up hugging each other really hard for several long minutes because you both know just how lucky you are and you don't want a stupid fight to come between you.

Sexy headcanons below the cut (18+ only)

Jake actually doesn't like quickies. They're never satisfying and they're always over too fast.

Cuddlefucking drives him batshit crazy. There's something about how time seems to slow down with the lazy touches, sleep-warm skin, the kisses that feel more like a dream than a reality.

He's actually very worried about hurting you. He's heard some terrible stories from guys in the military who clearly don't like their girlfriends, and he would never dream of treating you like that.

So if you want something more intense, Jake will require an in-depth conversation with clear guidelines and a lot of reassurance that this is what you want.

For that reason, Jake is very uncomfortable with hate sex. It doesn't make any sense to him. He doesn't hate you and he doesn't want to bring that vibe into your relationship.

Jake really looks forward to aftercare. He takes note of everything you liked for future reference.

He loves to absolutely worship your body. Massaging that kink out of your shoulder. Stroking the washcloth over your chest and back in the shower. Propping your leg in his lap as he rubs lotion into your skin.

Jake doesn't care how much shit people give him for saying it but he LOVES missionary. He wants to look you in the eyes. He wants to guide your leg around his hips. It's a classic for a reason.

One time, the two of you decided to get adventurous and try a new position. It was complicated as hell and you fumbled around so much that you ended up collapsed together, Jake's face beet red from laughing so hard.

You didn't actually have sex that night. But you fell asleep in each other's arms without a stitch of clothing between you, and then you had leftover pizza for breakfast, which felt just as good.

Jake is a MONSTER when it comes to non-sexual intimacy. He soaks up every drop like a dying man in the desert.

Sitting on the couch watching tv? He's going to tuck his head into your lap and coax your fingers into his hair.

Brushing your teeth? He'll slide his arms around you from behind and nuzzle into your neck.

Out to dinner with his buddies? He has a hand resting on your thigh.

When you're walking side by side, if you don't hold his hand, Jake will take your hand and tuck it into the crook of his elbow. Every single time. And he gives you this look like, this is your spot, don't you know that by now???

When it's cold, he wraps his hand around yours and tucks it into his coat pocket to keep you both warm.

Masterlist

[persephone-s-moon]

Who I think the Lost Boys' favorite Monster High characters would be

This turned out longer than I expected, but I also included explanations for my picks. Let me know your guy's thoughts :))

(I did try to put a read-more link, but it fucked up the picture formatting, so I apologize for the long post)

David: G1 Toralei Stripe and G3 Draculaura

For Toralei, David LOVES a messy bitch. He supports women's wrongs always, and Toralei causes almost every problem in Monster High. I definitely see David as a cat guy, and Toralei is the true embodiment of cat-attitude. She's a leader and your classic mean-girl, but doesn't like kicking people who are already down, and you know what? He respects it. He respects it a lot.

When it comes to Draculaura, he didn't really get the G1 hype. She's very sweet and pink, which is Totally not his style (so he says), and he thought the Monster High take on vampires was incredibly silly. But by G3, Draculaura's grown on him. He doesn't really get the whole vampire-witch thing, but he's surprisingly fond of her new style. He likes the dainty little sheer details on her main doll's top especially. Also, the image of this "cool" vampire with a cute little pink doll is Very Good.

Honorable mentions: G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Nefera De Nile, G1 Spectra Vondergeist

Marko: G1 Venus McFlytrap and G3 Frankie Stein

Look at Venus and tell me Marko wouldn't be obsessed with her. Her overall personality is really inconsistent, but he's super fond of her being depicted as a loud, chaotic party animal. He really likes her bold colors and all of the patterns she wears and the fucking sharp teeth on her shoes. I could see him trying to recreate that. He'd also add little details of his own to her battle vest.

He wasn't really big on G1 Frankie because she was sort of basic to him, but really likes the new take on their preppy/punk style, especially the new bright color palette. Neons really stick out to him. The new prosthetic leg is so goddamn cool y'all, and he'd be all over the idea of Frankie doodling on themselves. Also! Canon trans doll! I headcanon Marko as transmasc, so the inclusion of a nonbinary doll that actively binds? Sign him up, he wants that.

Honorable mentions: G1 Ghoulia Yelps, G1 Howleen Wolf, G1 Holt Hyde

Paul: G1 Lagoona Blue and G3 Ghoulia Yelps

Lagoona is such a cute monster, and she's so fucking friendly. She can get along with any monster without letting anyone walk all over her (except for Gil, who Paul HATES), and Paul would just adore her passion. He really likes how she leans into the whole fish-aesthetic with her outfits, and he just thinks she so cool. Like, look at the fishnet shorts!! He'd love that shit!! Specifically I think he'd like her Dawn of the Dance look, but moreso the official art rather than the doll.

G3 Ghoulia is so cool y'all. He already liked G1 Ghoulia, who was easily in his top five monsters, but G3 has that skater/gamer aesthetic and this man just eats it up. I feel like he'd be disappointed that she doesn't speak Zombie anymore, but her new cool-girl schtick makes up for it. He definitely gets rid of her eyebrows with nail-polish remover as soon as he gets her out of the box though. Thinks she looks better without them.

Honorable mentions: G1 Ghoulia Yelps, G1 Deuce Gorgon, G1 Clawd wolf, G1 Viperine Gorgon

Dwayne: G1 Clawdeen, G1 Abbey Bominable, and G3 Ghoulia Yelps

Yes, Dwayne gets THREE because I genuinely couldn't decide between G1 Clawdeen and G1 Abbey for him, and I didn't feel like G3 Abbey was really his style.

G1 Clawdeen is That Bitch. She's confident, bold, and does not hesitate to call someone out on their bs. I think Dwayne would really admire her feircly protecive nature and her no-nonsense attitude. And that fur coat? That fur coat that she wears to high school? Increadible. Amazing. Showstopping. Dwayne would also figure out how to curl doll hair just for Clawdeen because he Knows what she deserves. The irony of a vampire liking a werewolf character is not lost on him.

Is Abbey's accent accurate to the Himalayas? No. Does Dwayne care? Also no. Abbey is way too charming of a character for him to be terribly bothered by her Russian-esk accent (even though he points it out Every Time). She's honest to the point of accidently insulting her friends and doesn't really understand a ton of cultural differences, which Dwayne thinks makes her more fun. He'd really love her dry sense of humor and her strong disposition. And honestly? Maybe I just think he has a thing for faux fur.

Another G3 Ghoulia enjoyer. I feel like we've somehow collectively forgotten that Dwayne skateboards. I haven't forgotten though, and I think Dwayne would redecorate Ghoulia's skateboard and then promptly lose it (he'd end up stealing Paul's and then gaslight him into thinking it was his the whole time). I think he'd really enjoy this more confident version of Ghoulia, but again, disappointed by the language shift. (I'm projecting at this point.)

Honorable mentions: G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Frankie, G1 Clawd Wolf, G2 Deuce Gorgon

Star: G1 Spectra Vondergeist and G3 Cleo De Nile

Look me in the eyes and tell me that Spectra DOESN'T make you think of Star. She's pretty reclusive but a mega gossip, and she's super quick to make judgements. Spectra will literally make shit up and then start to believe it herself, including lies about her own past. Her aesthetic is somewhere between the lost boys' and Star's, which looks both cool and super flowy. Star would totally see herself in Spectra in both appearance and personity, and as another supporter of women's wrongs, I think that she'd adore her.

Honestly I feel like G3 would be a hard sell for Star because she's already so attached to the original versions of the characters, but if she had to pick, it would be Cleo. Her jacket and accessories are so fucking cool, and Star definitely wishes she could see herself properly so she could do makeup like that (she does NOT trust the boys). She would try to paint Cleo's molded-on bandages and ruin the plastic, but she'd wrap real fabric around it to hide her fuck up.

Honorable mentions: G1 Purrsephone and Meowlody, G1 Cleo De Nile, G1 Operetta

Michael: G1 Frankie Stein and G3 Deuce Gorgon

Michael is nothing if not a basic bitch. G1 Frankie is very peppy and constantly confused since she's somehow always 16 days old, which I think Michael can relate to. She has the messiest fucking love-life known to man, and he gets it. She's exploring and trying to learn everything at once, which includes relationships, and Michael isn't exactly known for thinking things like that through. He isn't the biggest on any sort of fashion, but I think he'd like her color palette and the little stitch details. That, and I think he'd find her heterochromia really cool.

G3 Deuce is the first time Deuce didn't look like a weird asshole to Michael, and I think after meeting the lost boys, he's definitely more into alternative men's fashion than he used to be. This new Deuce is what Michael considers "cool" in a cartoonish sort of way. I wouldn't put it past him to try to figure out how to decorate his jacket a little to resemble Deuce's considering the lost boys all have something unique going on, but I think he'd end up regretting the snake motif since it isn't really Him.

Honorable mentions: G1 Jackson Jekyll, G1 "Slo Mo" Mortavitch, G1 Iris Clops

Sam: G1 Draculaura and G3 Twyla Boogeyman

He's going with the safe choice, but he's right. Draculaura is sweet, sensitive, and a shopaholic (something he can related to, Mr. Born-to-shop). I think, like Star, he'd be the type project onto her. He'd get as many different Draculaura sets his grubby little hands and mostly-empty wallet can get and he'd talk to all of them like, "You hearing this shit, Draculaura?" Even though she's a vampire and he's recently been on the anti-vampire bandwagon, he makes an exception for her because she's vegan.

I feel like he was surprised with how much he liked the new Twyla since he wasn't terribly fond of G1 Twyla, but I think changing the green to a nice teal really helped. Her patterns don't clash as much (neither do her accessories, which he was SUPER bothered by in G1), and her hair Actually looks nice. She just feels more cohesive, which really sells her to Sam. He's still a die-hard Draculaura fan, but there's room in his heart for two cute monsters.

Honorable mentions: G1 Clawdeen, G1 Clawd, G1 Rochelle Goyle, G3 Draculaura

[turtlepoweredstories]

It's probably CNC, DP/gangbang and maybe breeding

(Prompts: CNC, Gangbang, Breeding)

“Why the fuck are you all wearing condoms for?”

You can feel the two dicks stretching out your ass and pussy stop thrusting. The one pushing in and out of your mouth didn't stop, making it a little harder to hear the response.

“No i know what she SAID… but i mean just look at her… she's a cock drunk slut who's just dying for us all to take the next step and pump her full of cum.”

You can barely hear the response over your own sound of ‘Gluck. Gluck. Gluck’ and the grunting of the person face fucking you. You can tell its the guy with his cock in your ass who responds by the vibrations and the way he shifts slightly while still inside you. 

“No of course not you… but it would be such a waste to spill all that cum in her ass and in a rubber at the same time. And you've been going at her for a while now… you must just about be ready to pop. Im just saying we should all be busting in that beat up little cunt of hers…”

The guy who had been fucking your pussy seems to need little convincing and you can feel him pull out and fumble a little before he thrusts back into you with a deep akd satisfied groan. He thrusts and pumps and in no time at all he's groaning as he emptying his balls into you. You almost let out a shriek of surprise but the facefucking is relentless.

“My man! What about you dude? You wanna breed this needy bitch as well?”

The cock in your ass thrusts a couple more times before you feel it withdraw, a pause and his uncovered cock thrust into your already cum soaked pussy. His thrusts are deeper and more determined and when he finally cums he holds you tightly and presses into you so hard you know he's trying to cum in you as deeply as he can. He holds you there like that until every last drop is drained and then slides out of you with a messy, dripping sound. 

“Ooof. I just knew you'd be into that you dirty bastard… make room now.”

The thrusts into your mouth get quicker and faster as you hear his breath start to quicken. He grabs the back of your head and a fistful of hair at the same time as he lets out a gasp. You feel his cum spurting into your throat, his tight grip forcing you to drink it all down as he holds you in place. When hes done he simply releases his hold on you and lets you flop inelegantly face down onto the floor with your ass sticking up into the air, your pussy still leaking cum. 

“Ah well… two out of three aint bad huh pet? I guess that mouth of yours is just to good to resist… but i'm still going to take my turn with that messy cunt.” 

He leans in from behind and presses a hand down against the side of your face, pushing your head into the mattress as you feel him push himself inside your sore pussy with a satisfied groan. The sensation spurring you into action and you hear yourself mumble something, a begging, pleading tone in your voice.

“I mean… yeah i know what you SAID… but we both know this is your biggest fantasy come true… if it wasn't, why would you be so fucking wet?” 

He slides a hand underneath to rub at the mess of cum and juices leaking out as he thrusts into you, laughing as he builds up a rhythm. You know he's right. You just pray the others aren't just getting their stamina back for another turn…

[mwebber]

Tell us more about jealous girl Seb please? <3 👀

so i was posting in the context of lesbian martian but come to think of it, i can also probably give it a shot in girlseb au too..

in lesbian martian:

seb isn't really the type to be possessive of worldly things--she knows that true value stretches far beyond the material !

... which is why she's antsy about mark. in my mind, there's this interesting back and forth of mark being envious of seb when it comes to achievements and self-image and all the shit that comes with women being pitted against one another, and seb being jealous of mark when her position is undermined by things like mark's religious adherence to the boy's locker room and her apparent ease with which she navigates The Patriarchy, Tee Em ™

(seb's more blasé/carefree/fuck-what-you-think-about-me attitude doesn't do her as many favours, as one might imagine...)

their romantic entanglement just serves to complicate this relationship more, imo. red bull mark is just as ready to haul seb into a utility closet and stick her hands up seb's skirt as she is to talk shit about seb to the media for that small edge, whatever it takes to win.

which brings me to the mind games. oh, the mind games. both seb and mark are so completely cognizant of each other's buttons, and they push them every time. whenever mark makes a little underhanded dig at seb's outward femininity, whenever seb gets cruel about her success, they collide just a little harder.

in bed, the desire to be sweet is at constant war with the urge to put that fucking bitch in her place.

what i like about this train of thought is the way softness is associated with femininity, and how both seb and mark have learned to be averse to the feminine in different ways by necessity in their field. they've got real, budding feelings for each other that defy any previous or learned ideas of Romance and conflict with their worldviews! how are they possibly expected to untangle That while remaining focused on racing?

in on the bound:

girlseb au has become more of a satirical performance of genderbent characters from like, the opposite pov where nothing is sexy and everything is alarmingly messy... so naturally, jealous girlseb is about seb being jealous when mark gets bitches, and little else.

seb knows what mark looks like when he flirts. she's been on the receiving end of his advances more times than she cares to count, so she knows all the signs: the open body language, the focused gaze, the smiles.

it's some random grid girl, and not a particularly pretty one either, says the vicious and judgmental voice in seb's head. she's strawberry blonde and far too tan, and she's so tall, she almost matches mark's height.

seb wins the race. mark comes third. he ignores seb entirely to spray champagne at the grid girl, and that's all the excuse seb needs after debrief to force her way into mark's bed.

(not that she's really cognizant of her own feelings, by the way. all she knows is that mark is trying to drive her insane, and she needs to pay that back--she's not jealous, there's nothing to be jealous of.)

mark still doesn't know how to say no to her, and he never will. if seb bites a little more, if she scratches down his back and sucks bruises where his clothes can't hide them, it's not for any reason other than that she wants to hurt and embarrass him. and if he hurts her back, just so the world can know who fucked whom--well, she started it, so.

naturally, and as these kind of AUs go, mark casually forgets that he invited the grid girl over for a very-late-night, post-race celebration...

so seb's the one who answers the door, half-dressed and thoroughly debauched. she's still a little annoyed at the other woman, but mostly, she just feels sorry for her; after all, it's not her fault that mark is a shameless, heartbreaking flirt. she's only got him to blame :)

[inkyquince]

inky is having their chai and thinking:

i think people give dark romance SUCH a bad rep, especially these days. i dont care about dark romance having toxic couples at all (please look around here, why would i care) but it legitmately depends on how the story is marketed.

The reason why i hated the toxicity of the boring ass couple in the notebook is because its marketed as... Yknow. A wholesome love story with sap. That's why i hate Noah and what's her face. Man legit threatens suicide if she doesn't go out with him. But its marketed as this whirlwind, somewhat heavy but all together feel good love story. Cause of that, I hate The Notebook. I watched it at 13 and my god, until years later, i didnt really realise that SOMEONE THREATENING TO KILL THEMSELF IF YOU DIDNT GO OUT WITH THEM WOUDL BE TERRIFING IRL. also if that happens to you, legit just call them out on their bluff by telling them you're phoning them an ambulance, save the messages from the conversation and call emergency services. reality check to the extreme.

Anyway, i hate that book for real, but the reason i kinda love the toxic relationships in like.. .Bridgerton novels (not the rape scene between daphne and simon, that was just... deeply uncomfortable AND i still hate miscommunication as a plot device), but ITS NOT MARKETTED... AS A WHOLESOME LOVE STORY. its messy period drama with romance, its a period piece of gossip girl (the old one. not the trash fire reboot, im glad its cancelled). I love mess. I love awful people. "Their relationship is toxic" AND THATS THE POINT. One of the later books has her husband/suitor tie her up in the bathroom and leave her there. It's not marketed as these stories of love. Like Pride and Prejudice is a satire but yknow, they only get together after Elizabeth has kicked him in the knee for insulting her family and he grows. That's cute as hell man.

But so many dark romance books dont market themselves as wholesome love stories, they're nasty, and as someone who watched Anna Karenina WAY WAY WAY too young and adored everything about it to the point I READ THE BOOK... AT LIKE 12... (dont read old russian literature unless you're willing to really stick by it and also cry), I love the mess that comes from a relationship that isn't perfect and is played up to be fucking nasty.

But why do people put dark romance... and nicholas sparks puke inducing cheese romance on the same level of responsibility?

Twilight and The Notebook and Sleepless in Seattle were marketed as these true love stories, where the conflicts are mostly external... Instead of Edward being a weirdo creep asshole, Noah threatening suicide if whats-her-face didnt go on a date and manhandling her and MEG RYAN BEING A PRIVACY BREAKING WEIRDO STALKER BITCH WITH WEIRD PARASOCIAL OBSESSION WITH MISTER HANDS (i forgot their character names) and they should all get flak for marketing themselves as such. I love conflict in a romance, but sometimes that conflict is.... illegal and gross and worthy of a thousand break ups and car keying.

But dark romance makes sure to market itself as... Dark romance.

Why are stupid people on tiktok surprised that its not wholesome.

btw colleen hoover should get run over jesus christ

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i come bearing QUESTIONS 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

You sure do come bearing questions! I come bearing answers!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Man, good question. I feel like a lot of my fic is quite sweet, but I do definitely tend to have a blend of sweetness with angst and other feels so I don't really have anything that's just pure tooth rotting fluff. That said, the Halloween and Christmas bonus fics for A Force of Nature are about as close to pure fluff as I get and Snacks and Midnight Blues is pretty damn sweet too.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Write whatever the hell you want and don't worry about hypothetical other people's responses to it—your writing needs to be for you first. Remember you're doing this for fun, so have fun with it. It doesn't matter if it's “cringe” or messy or unpopular or has been done a million times before.

That and, if you're starting to post on Ao3, please go read the Fanfiction Author's Guide to Metatext I wrote a while back—save yourself and others from a few headaches

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I've just been re-reading Lunar Synthesis to get back into writing it and this exchange from the second lycanthropy Q&A still gives me a chuckle every time:

“I will gladly accept pets though,” Sirius said brightly, still halfway out of his chair. “If you see me as a dog—pets, fetch, snacks, I'll take it.” “You've been like that since before you became an animagus,” Remus pointed out. “That's true,” Sirius agreed.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)

Uhhhh, I write such a broad range of things—some genres, like mystery, I generally don't write as fic, but I'm perfectly comfortable writing in general. Same goes for action—the kind of fic I'm inclined to write rarely has action sequences, but more of my original work does.

I guess the best answer for this really is smut. I have never posted smut and I generally don't write smut. I do write sex scenes but that's not quite the same thing. Good smut is really hard to write and—because it's not a kind of writing I often do—my skill level with it is lower than with other kinds of writing. So I continue to not write it.

I also am not sure how well I'd do trying to write a real tragedy. I love tragedies, several of my favorite stories are tragedies and I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about what makes for a good tragedy, but I am such a finding-happiness-in-the-ending kind of bitch that it would take serious effort for me to craft a plot that is actually tragic and I'm not sure I'd have the discipline to stick with it.

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Literally like how does every big writer on here always have some typa problem 🙄 like girl where are the unproblematic writers or is it a requirement to have a big following you must to be problematic … let me do something problematic so I blow up 🤣

LMAOOO anon 😭 true though! It’s like they know people love mess so that makes them be more messier. Certain writers on here love being messy bitches and spilling their dirty laundry showing their trash personalities instead of y’know, sticking to writing.