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marvelousbelladonna · 8 months ago
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Taliesin as Sir Dante Terrapin
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Sam as Pango Small
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Liam as Xarlo Grandall
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Travis as Kexon Peros
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Laura as Sweetpea Betabean
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Ashley as Oppy Betabean
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Marisha as Bunnie
The Menagerie
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dribs-and-drabbles · 11 months ago
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The Thai Communal Wardrobe item #17
Bad Buddy ep 9:
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Secret Crush on You ep 5:
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Between Us ep 5:
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for @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas & @sammie-lightwood-bane 💙
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inkykeiji · 4 months ago
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Have you thought what your/reader's backstory would be in hsr??👀
ohhh my gosh yes yes YES ehehe but it depends on the character!!! SO:
boothill’s clari is a landscape architect with a specialization in botany/horticulture; she studies and researches intergalactic flora, makes notes for dan heng, devises care/preservation strategies and conservation plans, as well as designs large scale gardens etc for space stations + spaceships. she treats him with more gentleness than anyone else ever has; she treats him with the same tenderness she tends to her delicate little plants with—she treats him like he’s alive.
aventurine’s clari is a high-class escort, ‘adopted’ (aka owned) by sunday—very much a robin situation, where she’s out here trying to bring happiness and pleasure to the visitors and inhabitants of the dreamscape, but she has considerably less freedom than robin does (which is to say, these ideas + purposes are entirely implanted in her head by sunday). she’s a fucking mess, a drug addict, extremely broken on the inside but matches aventurine’s bravado very well on the outside. their relationship is extremely explosive + unstable/chaotic, and they clash a lot due to how similar they truly are. when it’s going good, it’s fucking incredible, but when it’s going bad it’s a goddamn nightmare.
sunday’s clari is a childhood friend who grew up in poverty but managed to pull herself up by her bootstraps and is now well on her way to becoming an eminent intergalactic arts + culture scholar. she’s been busy traversing the cosmos for quite some time, collecting research and life experience, but when she finally returns to sunday and is still deeply unhappy, he decides it is his duty to provide for her, to keep her safe from all of life’s dismays and tragedies, to care for her deeply and devotedly—because he is sure he is the only one who properly knows how to—and thus kidnaps her :) he is a Serious Yandere.
dan heng’s clari is a cheeky little brat but a renowned researcher across the cosmos. he’s studied all of her work to an almost obsessive degree and is both excited and nervous to collaborate with her on a paper—until he actually meets her, realizes she’s an absolute pain in the his ass, and falls for her despite it all.
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nyxxxatnite · 11 months ago
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plot: Zed’s Z-Band decides to send him into an odd frenzy
pairing(s): Zed Necrodopolis x afab!cheerleader!reader
warning(s): 18+, SMUT SO SMUTTY, this might be shitty im sorry, doggy style, (slight) non-con, frenzy!Zed, sort of in heat style?, biting, sorta breeding????, public sex, p in v, no protection (WRAP IT PEOPLE), CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ARE SENIORS
a/n: YALL IM SO TIRED OF THERE NOT BEING SMUT FOR ZED PLUS I NEEDED THIS TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD!
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this could not be happening to him. The loud beeping filled his ear drums as he stared at his watch. He accidentally had knocked a drink over onto his watch and somehow it had made it freak out. He was trying to go to school as fast as he could to see if Eliza could help in any way, slowly but surely his mind was starting to fuzz up and he was losing any sense of control.
the sound of cheers could be heard from the football field outside of Seabrook High, the familiar sound of his girlfriends voice louder than any of the other cheerleaders was ringing in his ears. And just like that any of the control he had built up was out the window. His body was overly hot and his mouth felt dry. But this was different from his usual zombie frenzies. He wasn’t thirsting for flesh, or any sort of human anything…well. That was a lie. His body was aching all over and he felt a sudden tightness in his black jeans. Was this frenzy…making him aroused?
he let out a low growl as he skulked onto the field, watching the cheer team disperse leaving his familiar love alone. The closer he got the more he could smell her, and the worse the heat felt surrounding him. The shorter girl heard the footsteps and spun around, making immediately eye contact with the zombie teen. Her bright smile would usually cause him to smile as well but with his frenzy in action he only gave a snarl.
“Zed! I thought you had gone home….hey, are you feeling okay,” her question seemed to go unheard as he reached her.
His arms shot out and grabbed ahold of her, yanking her into his chest roughy as he buried his face into her neck. For a few brief seconds he just smelt her, feeling his mouth started to salivate from her delicious scent. Every fiber of his being was crying out to taste her fully, to put her into his mouth.
“zed, you’re kind of scaring me right now,” she let out a whimper as Zed pressed against her more.
his mouth opened and latched onto her skin, listening to the sharp intake she took. She tasted so delicious, like a batch of cookies…if they had been outside cheerleading and had been spritzed with sweetpea perfume. He gave a groan as he started to leave open mouth kisses along her neck, listening to her let out shaky moans. She tried to push him away to fully look a him but he swatted her hands away and held her tight to his chest.
It was only a few minutes of him marking her up, took entranced by her taste but the brain fog cleared just enough for him to slide his hands up her uniform shirt, listening to her squeak as his cold fingers brushed along her soft skin. His fingers brushed along each of her ribs before grabbing ahold of her breasts, groaning as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. She flinched away a bit which caused him to let out an angry growl. He pulled his face back and, with the strength given to him by the frenzy, ripped her cheer top clean down the middle.
The girl went to complain but was knocked speechless as she was taken down to the ground. Her breath was gone but only for a second as Zed pulled her cheer skirt up her thighs to pool around her hips and then ripped both her underwear cover and her panties themselves off her body leaving her practically naked to him.
the panic began to set in as she realized they were out in the middle of a field at school. She had prayed to whatever was up there that no one would come out and catch her with her zombie boyfriend between her legs. Between her legs??? When did he get there? It didn’t matter now, as his hands were moving her legs up a bit to rest on her chest and his face was being buried into her pussy lips. A cry of pleasure and surprise erupted from her chest as her head flew back and hit the ground of the field. Her fingers gripped the grass roughly, trying to keep her grounded as slurping sounds came from the zombie teen. He was slurping her like she was his favorite drink and fuck did it make her even more aroused.
his tongue was poking and prodding at her entrance, carefully lapping up her slick and thrusting deep into the tight cavern. He could already feel his chin become soaked from her arousal, but he didn’t care. She tasted so good and he was fucking starving. He carefully moved to wrap his mouth around her clit and sucked carefully on it, letting his tongue roll figure eights onto the bundle of nerves which caused her whimpers to turn into high pitched moans.
she could already feel herself getting closer to the edge, her eyes crossing a bit as she prepared for the delicious feeling to finally crash over her. But it never came. She moved a bit to look at her boyfriend, to complain that she was almost there but was left speechless as he was pulling his pale hard on from the confines of his skinny jeans. She’d seen it before but each time still surprised her. How could he be that big?
With a swift push she was spun to her hands and knees, her ass being yanked back to him. The knowledge of their location had popped back into her brain and she turned her head to look at him again, “Zed, wait please what if someone-.”
a loud moan erupted from her throat again as Zed pushed into her entrance, her fingers wrapping up in the grass again as he gave no time to adjust as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. Her head fell forward a bit as she tried to relax herself but Zed had no intentions of letting her relax. He grabbed ahold of her hips in a bruising vice as he started to bring his hips back, only to slam right back into her. And he didn’t stop there. His pace he had set was unforgiving.
the sound of skin on skin was loud on the field, along with the cheerleaders cries of pleasure and shouts of the football captains name. Loud growls were emitting from the zombie teen himself, the need to fill her full of his cum was almost too much to bare. With a push, the cheerleaders face was pressed harshly into the grass and the new found angle had her squeezing tight around her sex crazed boyfriend. The feel of his cock bruising her cervix was started to build up that knot in stomach again and she was so ready for it.
she reached back for her boyfriend and slapped her hand against his arm, her loud sobs of carnal pleasure were fueling both his ego and his frenzy and he could feel himself twitch inside of her. The thought of finally being able to fill her made him let out a animalistic growl and his hips started to fuck even faster into her.
and thats all it took as the cheerleader let out a scream of his name, her cum splashing back against his raging cock sent the zombie himself to orbit. With a few final harsh thrusts he was burying himself deep into her and spilling his seed into her womb. And as her hand fell from his arm, it carefully brushed the z-band and somehow zapped it back to normal.
Zed went back and flopped onto the ground behind him, his chest heaving a bit as he tried to gather himself. And after a beat he shot up again and scrambled to his fucked out girlfriend, eyes wide with concern, “baby. Holy shit i’m so sorry.”
the girl gave a soft whine as she wad picked up and cradled in his arms, shivers running down her spine as she realized her boyfriend was normal again. She leaned into him and closed her eyes, relaxing a bit. “Fucking hell, Zed. What was that?”
He gave an awkward chuckle as he reached to her cheer bag that had been strewn away as he had attacked her earlier. He carefully pulled out the extra leggings she had and tugged them onto her as well as his jersey she also had stashed inside, “i accidentally spilt some juice on it earlier and it went on the fritz. But that frenzy…fuck i don’t know where it came from.”
she stood up on shaky legs following her boyfriend and gripped onto his arms, listening to him chuckle at her shakiness. “Well, whatever it was…it was kind of hot.”
Zed felt his body tense a bit at the his girlfriends new kink discovery and sighed, knowing damn well he’d have to pull it out more.
“you better pay to get me a new uniform, Necrodopolis,” she snapped as she picked up her shredded uniform.
it was worth it, right?
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icyg4l · 25 days ago
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Should You Shoot Your Shot?
hello beautiful people! i have been so busy with school & honestly, i haven’t been feeling up to par. i have some ideas drafted up but i would like to hear some suggestions from you guys. i am gonna turn my ask box on again! i would like to hear more than just fs readings though. also, i will continue with my halloween themed tarot series! look out for two drops in one day, my lovelies. if you would like to book a reading with me, go to my very first pinned post. thank you! :) without further ado, please select the pile that you are drawn to!
top left-to-bottom right: (1-4)
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pile one: you are a strong soldier, my love. i feel like the person you're interested in has a lot of suitors and because of that, it will be hard to fully capture their attention. i feel like you need to soften your approach. if you're the type to post thirst traps or to post obvious subliminal, this person will overlook you. i honestly think that your best bet is to act unbothered. in your case, being laidback will work great in your case. also, I keep hearing "come harder just because". what I am getting from this is that you need to be more creative with the way that you shoot your shot. you may be surprised at who you may attract.
cards used: ace of flags, the high priestess, five of flags, elder of pentacles.
extras: butterfly shrimp. princess fiona. it's my d*ck in a box! christmas carols. new video game record. papa's pizzeria. shuffle the deck. gardener. fast-paced. fish hooks (2010).
pile two: i can tell that you have a type, pile two. you're the loving, nurturing type. you probably spoil your lovers with gifts and affection. however, you need to know when to pull back when you aren't receiving what you want. in your situation, you should go for it. shoot your shot! however, there is nothing wrong with wanting to take some initiative. however, based on your past experiences, you should try not to go all out this time. take your time. in the past, you could have been ghosted frequently or taken advantage of. you need to assert your boundaries. you are the prize, babe. go in with the attitude that this is not someone you need, but rather someone that you'd like to keep you company. if they want you, then they'd show you that through reciprocated action. remember that.
cards used: ace of lanterns, three of chalices, nine of flags, child of chalices, queen of lanterns, four of flags, child of flags, the house mother.
extras: wasted liquor. "spectacular". popular by demi lovato. hair in the wind. focusing on myself. self-worth. "sweetpea". diamonds dancing. parental issues. abandonment wounds.
pile three: baby, you don't have no business being romantically involved with anyone at this time. i heard the phrase "emotional turmoil". you recently could have gone through a drastic change in your life, specifically more to do with a loss (breakup, loss of a family member, job loss, etc). right now, there is a focus on your time of healing. you need to build up your spiritual endurance. if you are ready to give up on yourself, how can you give to others properly? if you decide to go and deal with this person, you won't be satisfied. this reminds me of a child getting attached to a toy and then ends up getting attached to another because it's newer. that's not healthy. people's emotions are not to be toyed with, pile three. it's possible that your gut issues will intensify if you decide to go against the grain and deal with this person. it's not worth it, babe. just wait your turn.
cards used: death, the star, the castle, queen of chalices, four of chalices, child of lanterns, the moon, eight of lanterns.
extras: sweet potato fries. count your blessings. paint the perfect picture. saweetie. 2000s photos. overly-emotional. comfort foods. sock-it-to-me cake. foreplay. rush. high rise.
pile four: pile four, it looks really good for you. not only should you shoot your shot, but there is a high chance of you connecting with this person on a spiritual level. therefore, this will actually result in something serious. i feel that this is a divinely orchestrated union. it's possible that you two could have mutual connections. it's possible that you could have been in the same place at the same time as them (red string theory hahaaa). i feel like your spirit guides are waiting for you to initiate the conversation. it's time to make shit happen. send the dm/message. it'll all be worth it. this is your time to shine, lovely.
cards used: eight of plants, the brujx, three of chalices, the grande dame.
extras: rose. sade listener. hijab. sweat. forty five degrees. kisses down low. i love the color pink. long legs. picky eater. choosey lover. secure attachment style. papa grande.
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bornagainmurdock · 5 months ago
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a sensory game
contents: 18+ ONLY, smut, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, dom!matt, blindfold, hand bondage, use of 'sir,' minor impact play, hand kink
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"Now tonight, you don't get to touch or see anything," Matt adjusted the blindfold over your eyes again, trying his best to make sure you saw nothing, "You get to hear and feel, but only what I let you hear and feel. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Your hands were bound above your head attached to the headboard.
"Good. Let's get started." Matt smiled, with a twisted enthisiasm.
Matt stood up from the bed, and paced around to the other side. You could hear him shuffling some things around on the side table, but hadn't seen what he had put there originally.
Earlier this week, Matt told you that you were too stung up, too far in your own head and unable to get out. Thinking loops that never ended. You hadn't slept much, and when you did, Matt would wake you from the nightmares to keep you from throwing yourself off the bed.
His solution? This. Playing with your senses until you couldn't focus on anything at all but the feeling on him and what he close to inflict on you.
"Mattt," Your voice was already unsteady in anticipation.
"Patience. We'll start when I decide." He fidgetted with his hands before deciding on an implement. "We're gonna start with you breathing with me. I know it's gonna feel silly, but it's gonna get you focused on me."
You nodded before confirming verbally, "I can do that."
"I know you can sweetpea. Ready? In..." He took a slow breath in, guiding you. He held the breath at the end and then exhaled with purpose, Matt counting each section in his head before starting the next one.
In, hold, and out, hold. In, hold, and out, hold.
You counted in your own head, keeping up with Matt.
In, hold, and—
You felt something on your stomach, not heavy, not with any weight, but careful and gentle. Not sudden, but suprising. The middle was cold, like exposed smooth metal, but the end, which sat delicately on your bottom couple ribs, was skin temperature. Felt like skin, but rougher. The edges were smooth and kind.
Matt let it rest there for a few minutes, you sending your attention to figuring out what was on you. You moved your focus away from the tempteratures and settled on the weight, feeling it indent your skin so subtly.
What could you own that was both cold and not-cold, and also so thin and light?
"Got your guess? I can see the cogs moving in your head." Matt dragged the end of it down your torso towards your hips, the cold part no longer in contact with your skin.
It flowed nicely down your body like the feeling of morning sunshine cascading through the window, hugging and nipping at your skin, heating up every centimetre individually.
"Is it your cane?" You weren't positive, but it was worth a shot.
"Try again. Here, feel this."
The end was now perpendicular to your skin, dragging up towards your neck, resting it along your neck and collarbones. The corners were soft, not squared off.
"The crop?"
"Good job baby! It's the crop. Feels different when it's not against your ass, hmm?" Matt started gently tapping it against your skin, sound bright and sharp when it made contact.
Matt fiddled with the crop for a while, acclimating you to the sensation, eventually using more force behind each hit, leaving little square marks in its path.
You staretd to moan with each hit, Matt moaning along with you in harmony.
"God you sound so good, baby. So good for me." He took one last swing at your skin, hitting your left hip bone with more force than he had previously.
You hissed at the sting, but immediately whimpered when another hit didn't follow.
"Ready for another one?"
"Yes. Please." You panted.
The next object to touch you was a feather. No doubt, no questions about it. And it was agonizing.
"Matt."
Matt ran it lightly across your entire body. You squirmed and wiggled away from the contact, itching for something less delicate.
"Yes, baby." You could hear it smile through his words.
"Please no more." You whined, using your legs to lift your hips away from the feather.
But Matt continued, tracing the edges of the feather over your stomach and sides, focusing on the parts of you that drove you mad. The lack of pressure made it impossible to keep still.
"Sit still. Focus on how sensitive you are after the can. How does the stinging feel with such little pressure?" He dragged it up the center of your body, over your belly button, sternum, and to your neck, holding it at your chin.
"Feels like I'm on fire. Like the crop was mercy, and this is the torture, the pain." You tried to lay in place, allowing the sensation to flood you and hold you hostage there on the bed, "Feels like you're breathing right against my skin and reigniting the burn."
"How enchanting." He somehow lightened the pressure even more, chills shooting through your body. The sensation moved from ticklish to hot-beautiful-joyous-pain gradually, now lifting your body into the feather.
When Matt realized how much you were enjoying it, he removed it from your body, again leaving you wanting more.
He signed before walking back over to the pile of items. You could hear him searching, sorting, and eventually finding what he wanted, carrying it over to you.
Matt liked watching you squirm. It might be his favorite thing in the entire world, which means it wasn't a suprise when you waited what felt like hours for him to finally give you something again.
It was probably only a minute or so, but without sight, without being able to reach for something, it was excrutiating.
"Okay, this one's a little different." He said plainly.
The warning wasn't enough for what happened next.
You felt something splash against your stomach, cold and damp and floating down your skin towards the bed.
And then the cold stopped. Matt dripped his hands in the liquid, spreading it out across your body, focusing on when the crop did.
The liquid warmed up under his touch, firey and red-hot now, reheating your entire body.
"I'm sure you can guess what this is?" Matt's hands traveled all over your body, from foot to neck, he made sure to slick up every inch.
"Warming lube?"
"Close again, it's body oil. But it is warming. I'm sure you could tell." He giggled, starting to massage your shoulders and upper arms.
"Feels like sitting in a hot tub on a really cold day. Sucking in the icy air but your body melting and sweating at the same time," You slurred your words together, Matt jostling your body around with his force, "Feels like being fire."
"How would you know what being on fire feels like?" He hummed.
"I don't, but I can guess."
You attention was focused on the way Matt carressed your skin, pulling at it, and sinking the oil into every pore.
You dipped into the softness of his hands, the pressure, the deliciousness of Matt's hands on you.
God, his fucking hands. They drove you crazy. Matt wasn't aware of how beautiful his hands were, even before you gave him a whole skincare routine (including one for his hands, they got roughed up a lot and deserved some care, too).
His hands; Matt liked to hold your hand, or wrap his hands around your arm when you led him. The same hands he choked you with, the ones he used to cook you dinner and spank you, the same ones he used to caress your cheek, hold your face after a long day, same hands that held you at night to Matt's body, keeping you safe and sound, comforted and loved.
"You still with me?"
"Hmm? Mmhm, mmm'here." Your head returned to reality, Matt's hands still at it on your body.
"I love you." Matt trailed his hands back up your body from your hips, grabbing the sides of your face and kissed your forehead. "Feeling better?"
"Feeling your hands on me." You were dazed, focus unsteady.
"Flip over lemme message your back." He started at your sides to flip you.
"Whatever you say Sir."
"That's my sweet and oh so good angel."
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writerintheworking · 8 months ago
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Smut one shot requests (I write them on Wattpad & here but you can only request on here, my Wattpad user is sm_twrit_r) I only do male smut sorry
Baby:
-damiano younes
-niccolo govender
- Brando de sanctis
-fiore fiorenzi
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Harry potter + fancast:
-theodore nott
-mattheo ridde
-tom riddle
-lorenzo berkshire
-regulus black
-blaise zabini
-cedric diggory
-harry potter
-ron weasley
-fred weasley
-george weasley
-draco malfoy
-professor snape
-professor lupin
- James potter (fancast)
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Outer banks:
- JJ maybank
- john b
- poper heyward
- rafe cameron
- topper Thornton
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The vampire diaries:
-damon salvatore
-stefan salvatore
- Enzo st john
-jeremy gilbert
-tyler lockwood
- alaric saltzman
-klaus mikealson
- elijah mikealson
-kol mikealson
- kai parker
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The walking dead:
-daryl dixon
-rick grimes
-carl grimes
-negan smith
-glenn rhee
-ezekiel sutton
-jesus (Paul) monroe
-abraham ford
-alden
-merle dixon
-dwight
-shane welsh
-micheal mercer
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Stranger things:
-steve harrington
-eddie munson
-billy hargrove
-jonathan byers
-dimitri
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Riverdale:
-jughead jones
- archie andrews
- f.p jones
-sweetpea
-fangs fogarty
-reggie mantle
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Shameless:
-ian gallagher
-lip gallagher
-carl gallagher
-mickey milkovich
-kevin ball
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Grey's anatomy:
-derek shepherd
-alex karev
-jackson avery
-mark sloan
-george o malley
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Random:
- Jake webber
- johnnie guilbert
- Colby brock
- Sam golbach
- Vinnie hacker
- ghost (cod)
- ghostface
-dominic fike
-javon walton
-jaden walton
-matt sturniolo
-chris sturniolo
-dean winchester
-samwinchester
-percy jackson(og)
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The rookie:
-tim bradford
-john nolan
-wesley evers
-aaron thorsen
-henry nolan
----------------------------------------------- if there's any kinks, tropes or setting you want in lmk in comments or lmk in messages
MY WATTPAD IS DOWN RIGHT NOW!!
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baronessvonglitter · 4 months ago
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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 13 | "the best worst day of your life"
Dave York x f!Reader
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Word count: 4,211
Summary: a little more backstory on the reader's complicated history with her father, and some slice of life moments you and Dave have to be quiet about. Oh, and there's a sex tape involved.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, use of weapons (gun range), fingering, restroom sex, unprotected piv, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (m & f receiving), facial, come eating, fluff(!), Dave is bad with feelings (ofc), TW for unaliving of a family member and themes of grief, Dave gets a lil bit stern with the wifey, reader wears lingerie and has hair long enough to pull, light bondage (reader has slight marks but otherwise unharmed), filming a sex act, there's a lot so if I've missed anything please let me know!
Author's Note: honestly I wrote this while in captivity (staying with family in the aftermath of the hurricane) and so it's quite meaty 😏 Guns freak me out, so knowing very little on the subject I did the most basic research on the handling of them so mistakes are likely. ALSO there is a brief mention of Robert McCall, though not by name, so it can be assumed that this takes place in a separate universe where the events of the film happen differently or not at all.
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"Dominant hand on the grip, index finger on the trigger. But not yet," Dave adds, gently placing your index finger to the side as he helps you position the gun within your hands. "Support hand underneath," he says, placing your non-dominant hand where it should go. "This is how you keep control of the gun," he explains. "Keep your arms out straight, no bending. It makes it easier to hit your target."
It's exciting, you have to admit, holding a weapon in your hand. And with Dave behind you, his breath ghosting your ear as he gives you directions, it's sexy.
"When am I ever going to need to use this?" you ask, looking up at him through your protective goggles, batting your lashes at him.
"Sweetpea, you never know who the bad guys are," he murmurs, his hands stroking your sides. "Now get into position, feet shoulder-width apart."
You do as he says, keeping your arms straight, hands in position around your gun, finger inching towards the trigger.
"A couple deep breaths, in and out," he whispers into your ear. Damn, he loves the way you look like this, and as much as he wants to grab your ass, or plunge his hand deep into the front of your jeans to cup your drooling pussy, he knows it's safer not to do them while you have a gun in your hand.
"Hold your breath while you aim and shoot, and exhale after you take the shot. When you're ready, pull the trigger slowly." He dares a quick kiss to your cheek before setting your headphones back in place and his as well. He stands behind you at a small distance to let you do this on your own.
Deep breath in, out. Arms straight. Another breath in.. you aim, and your finger gently squeezes the trigger, and a shocking thrill goes through you as the gun fires. You exhale, inhale, and fire again at the white target outlined in black. You repeat until you've emptied the magazine and the paper target zips towards you on a string. There are bullet holes in the right shoulder, two in the chest, two completely off the mark, and one right through the head.
"Whoa, nice headshot," Dave says admiringly as you both remove your headphones.
You blush and beam with pride. "Really?"
"I thought you hadn't done this before," he casts a teasing glance at you, lips curled up in a smirk.
"I haven't!" you giggle. "God, it felt so good! I felt so powerful, so.."
Dave finds your enthusiasm endearing, and his cock twitches at how hot you looked shooting the target, the tautness of your limbs and the look of determination on your features. What he wants more than anything is to make you his, right here and now. He cups your face and kisses you, for the first time not caring if anyone around sees. Then he curls a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and leads you around the corner. "Not the most romantic place, but I can't wait," he says as he brings you inside and locks the door.
"I'm okay with the lack of romance," you giggle before he captures your lips in a savage kiss. "I bet you never brought your wife to a public restroom for a dirty quickie," you end on a gasp as his hand goes into the front of your pants, roughly shoving his fingers inside you, grinning when he finds you already drenched, fitting snugly around him, as he walks you to the sink, facing you forward as he towers behind you, pulling your jeans and panties down together, then his.
"No, she hasn't," he whispers in your ear. "She's not a cock-hungry little slut like you. Now bend that pretty ass over, sweetpea." He gives your ass a good smack as you do so, kneading your cheeks with his hands. There's no buildup, no foreplay, no taking his sweet time. He wants what he wants and right now that's you, your tight hole swallowing his cock, devouring it as he slams into you, hands on your shoulders as you flounder for purchase, ultimately resting your hands on the sides of the sink.
The unmistakable sounds of your flesh slapping with each thrust fills the air, resounds in the tiny, tiled room. Your strangled cries rise to his ears. You're trying to be quiet but he knows you can't last long without screaming his name, screaming obscenities. "Christ, are you coming already, sweetpea?" he teases, feeling the tense pulsing of your pussy around him, signaling your impending climax. "You're too easy. All I have to do is stick it in and you go crazy, huh?"
"Dave," you moan, shivering as you come undone around him, your cunt milking him, but he keeps going, intent on driving you crazy as you go over the edge as many times as he can get you to. The man is like a machine.
"Fuck yourself on me, baby," he says, hands off yours hips as he lifts your shirt, exposing your pink lacy bra. He pulls the cups down, freeing your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers as you move your ass against him, indeed fucking yourself on him until you come again, a high-pitched squeal emanating from your sweet lips.
"There's my good little cumslut.. look how fucking wrecked she is.." he holds your face up to the mirror. "Tits hanging out, panties pulled all the way down, pussy stuffed with my fat cock.. she just wants to be used, wants my cum. That right, sweetpea? You want my cum?" He smirks as you nod. "Gotta earn it, baby. What are you gonna do to earn it, huh?"
"Anything you want," you gasp, trying to hold back, the feel of him filling you and stretching you. Even though you're sopping wet it's a sting as he crams into you. He likes it that way, and he knows you like it that way.
"Get on your knees for me, sweetpea. Come on, right here on the dirty ground for me."
You do just that, pulling your jeans up a little to give you some padding but Dave tsk tsks and tells you to keep them down, your bare knees on the cold hard restroom tile. You take his cock into your mouth, tasting your own juices on him, your pussy tightening around nothing as your mouth descends down his thick shaft, slowly, letting your teeth scrape against him.
He hisses but instead of pulling away he grabs your hair and pulls you forward. You gag, taking all of him in your mouth, your nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He keeps you there, watching your eyes water, until he pulls you back, a long string of thick saliva between your mouth and his dick. "Don't bite me ever again," he warns, his voice cool and even. "Just for that, I'm not going to let you swallow." He pulls you forward again but with less force. You open your mouth wide, receiving him again, forcing your gag reflex to ease off as you curl your lips over your teeth, bringing him in until you feel him at the back of your throat.
"So delicate," he murmurs. "Still so innocent, but you're growing into such a good little slut for me.. now look up at me, keep your eyes on me."
A knock at the restroom door. Dave tells them "Fuck off!" while his eyes never leave yours.
You suck him off, eyes on him, watching his head roll back as you lift his shaft to draw your tongue softly along his balls, one by one, and putting them in your mouth to suck before releasing them with a loud pop. Dave groans, his cock twitching. You hold out your tongue and he taps the head on it, thick and heavy. "Play with your tits, sweetpea. Play with yourself while I come on your pretty face."
You palm your breasts, gasping as you pluck at your nipples, hardened pebbles of nerve endings, and the other hand goes down to play with your pussy, slipping between your folds and gathering your cream, slipping it into your mouth. Dave groans again, taking hold of his cock and stroking it, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Christ, girl, you're such a fucking little tease. I'm gonna show you what bad little sluts like you get.." he strokes faster and you know he's on the brink. You jump a little when the first warm splash hits your cheek, then several more warm globs land on your nose, your lips, your forehead, almost the same places that Dave usually kisses you. He's sending you kisses of a different kind.
"Yeah.. yeah.." he moans, his movements slower as he finishes coming on your face, his dick deflating. You scoop up his cum from your face and lick it off while he watches with a darkened expression, helping you, feeding you his cum from right off your face. "That's your reward, sweetpea, for doing so well with your gun training today. And for handling my gun so well," he adds, a little smirk on his lips.
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Later in the afternoon, jogging side by side at the park, you breathe in tandem with one another, keeping the same beat. You bet even your hearts are beating in unison. You look good in your new Lululemon's, and the minute you're alone again he's going to tear them off you, buy you some more to replace them only to ruin those too because he can't handle the way your ass bounces as you jog ahead of him. But right now you're just running. No headphones, no AirPods, no music save each other's breathing, the small grunts and sighs that leave your mouths, reminiscent of the sounds you make while fucking.
Taking a small break, you sit at a park bench, sipping cool water from your thermoses. There's a small pond, peaceful in the autumn breeze, and in the silence you share, your fingertips find each other on the seat of the bench.
"This was the best day," you tell him, a little smile on your lips, knowing he'll probably tease you for your sentimentality.
He leans back in his seat, a placid smile on his face. "It was nice, wasn't it?"
"What was your best day?" you ask, wishing you were at home so you could rest your head on his shoulder.
"Best days don't interest me," he says. "I like days that change your life."
"Oh." You smile, taking in the sound of that, thinking of your own. "What was a day that changed your life, Dave?" You assume there have to be plenty, given his life experiences, his age, his marriage, his children.
He appears to think it over, mentally flipping through the Rolodex in his mind containing things he would tell you and things he might never want to. "The day I lost a good friend," he says, his eyes taking on a faraway look, so different from the Dave you've come to know: cold and calculating or warm and friendly, depending on who has his attention.
"What happened?" you ask, your hand on his arm in a show of support, wanting to do more to make that smile return to his face, knowing if you weren't in public you'd get on your knees, stuff your ready and willing mouth with his cock and let him skull fuck the pain and sadness away.
Dave takes a deep breath, looking around as if seeing his surroundings for the first time. "He died," he said shortly, obviously not wanting to dwell on the topic. When his gaze settles on you it's not dour as you expect, but pleasant. He quickly takes your hand from his arm and kisses it, only risking small moments between you out in public.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you offer, hoping for a morsel, some breadcrumb he can give you about the life he had before you, what shaped him. When you have shared so much he has given so little in return.
"I don't," he says simply, with a sigh, looking out over the pond. And that's all you get. You learn to live with the small pieces he gives, doling them out like rewards for your love and loyalty.
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"What was yours?" he asks you in the car on the way home.
"What do you mean?" you ask, your hand resting on his on your thigh.
"The day that changed your life, sweetpea."
"Oh." You'd forgotten about the question after Dave had successfully evaded going into detail about his. You know right away what the answer is, the little dark cloud that's always been there, staining the memories of what should have been the happiest time of your life. "When my father died," you reply, staring straight ahead as you come to a stoplight.
He's quiet a moment, absorbing your words, and when he looks at you there's protectiveness in his eyes, a sort of superhero look in him at the way he sets his jaw. "You said he was bad to you and your brother, and most of all to your mom."
You nod.
"What happened, if I may ask?"
It's a little odd that he asks the same question he'd evaded just moments before, when you were trying to get inside that head of his, see what makes him tick.
"Was it bad?" he asks, looking at you intently, his hand caressing your hair.
A beat passes by, then another, and another. The light turns green and he drives on, his hand on your lap squeezing your thigh as if to remind you he'd asked you a question.
"He was killed."
"Killed.." Dave repeats. You see his mind working overtime, piecing together this history of you. "Killed as in..?"
"Murdered. Home invasion."
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You remember seeing the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars parked in front of your house, the ambulance, the yellow police tape, watching detectives cross under that tape, going in and out of your house as if it was nothing, but they wouldn't let you or your mom through. Nobody would answer your questions. Your brother had refused to even come out of the car, staying stock still in the backseat, eyes wide, taking in the entire scene before him.
Then you saw it, and you had to do a double take. A body was brought out on a stretcher, covered in that awful black tarp that you'd only ever seen on TV. You just knew it was him. And your mother's wail of agony pierced the air, became part of the background noise as your reality became suspended, the moment stretching out into an agonizing eternity.
A detective tried to calm your mom, who looked like she was about to sink to her knees in grief. She was taken aside, led to the open backseat of a cop car, given a blanket around her shoulders. In a daze you watched your dad's body lifted into the waiting ambulance, its lights off, siren silent. No emergency for a dead man.
The night was a blur of questions, the same ones asked over and over again. Questions about your dad, his habits, what enemies he had. He was a police captain, he probably had a lot of enemies. You didn't have much information for them.
It was your eighteenth birthday and you'd been out celebrating with your family when your dad had had to leave. Why he'd gone home, no one could explain. He'd left in a taxi so you could drive your mom and brother home later.
A robbery gone bad, so they called it. Precious family items were taken, namely your mother's jewelry and pieces from your own collection: your class ring you'd only just received, and a gold plated bracelet you were given as a baby at your christening, bearing your name in perfect cursive.
No clues, no fingerprints, and no suspects. The neighbors had only called the police when he complained about a neighbor playing their TV too loud. Eventually the case went cold. Your dad was buried. You barely remembered the funeral. The photo of him they used in his obituary showed a man in his prime, a look of noble austerity on his face, so different from the cruel, manipulative, abusive man your family knew.
At your graduation people paid their respects to you, mentioned him in the religious invocation. Your dad was a pillar of the community. You made a habit of accepting condolences, accepting the way your life had become.
You had to move. Your mom refused to continue to live in the same place where your dad had so violently lost his life. And so she and your brother made their way to Tennessee while you stayed behind for college, moving north to pursue your Master's..
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You're back in the driveway before you've finished your story. Dave's holding your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. "Sweetpea," he murmurs, trying to collect his thoughts. "That's awful." He lifts your chin with his finger. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"It was my worst day," you confirm. "To say that it changed my life is an understatement."
Dave asks, "How did it feel, saying goodbye to the man who was responsible for the suffering you endured for so long?"
You look at him, this man who has also put you through a different kind of suffering. The first man to really see you, the first to fuck you, the first to risk everything just to be with you. The first man who really loves you.
"It felt like justice," you answer. "As much as it hurt to lose him that way, to watch my mother lose her husband, I couldn't tell anyone how happy I was that I was finally free of him."
The look on Dave's face changes, becomes one of almost adoration.
"You really cared for the friend you lost," you say with utmost thoughtfulness. "And it changed you.. made you stronger? Or made you worse?"
Suddenly that look of adoration is gone, replaced by a guarded detachment. he doesn't give you an answer, once again leaving you in the dark.
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Since your heart-to-heart about the best/worst day of your life, Dave has been taciturn, keeping to himself. But by now you know how to handle his moods.
It's actually your idea for the sex tape.
On the weekend you return home, not needed at the York's. You give Dave a call, and hang up in a huff when it rings and rings, ultimately going to voicemail.
There's more than one way to skin a cat..
Stripping off your clothes, you make yourself comfortable on the bed, letting your fingers glide over your skin. You're thinking of Dave, of his hands on you, and they drift across the slope of your breasts, over your belly, and just before your touch slides down further, you put your phone on video mode and place it between your legs.
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Dave stretches in his chair, taking a small break from his work. Carol's baking something with the girls; the sugary sweet aroma permeates through his home office door, making his mouth water. He checks his phone, seeing a missed call from you, as well as a video message. Upon opening it his eyes go wide.
Your fingers tease your folds, swiping smoothly over your clit before dipping inside, your ring and middle fingers slipping into your glistening slit, over and over. He watches, transfixed, listening to the music of your moans, knowing when you're close by the increasing urgency of your gasps.
He's removed from his trance by a knock at his door. Carol is there, a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies on a plate, fresh from the oven. "Snack break?" she smiles.
"No thanks, babe," he falters for a moment. "I've actually got to tend to something at the office."
"But it's Saturday.."
"Carol," he says sternly. "I don't want to hear it right now."
Your video starts playing again, the sound muffled in Dave's pocket. he shuts it off quickly.
"What was that?" Carol asks suspiciously.
"Some stupid TikTok video someone sent me. I don't understand those things." He shakes his head. "Hey, I'll take a rain check on those cookies." His hand on his wife's shoulder is encouragement enough to make her smile before he leaves.
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As soon as you open the door for him he's on you, stopping whatever words of greeting you have with a scorching kiss.
"I take it you liked my video," you say smugly, breaking the kiss and pulling away so you can give him the full view of your lingerie: scarlet lace bra, matching lacy thong, and fishnet stockings.
"Wanna make another one?"
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"Put on a little show for me, sweetpea."
He's pushed down to the bed. The phone is recording, the ring light shines perfectly on your swaying hips, 'Dance for You' by Beyoncé playing in the background. You grind yourself on his lap, feeling powerful as you feel him start to rise beneath your teasing touch. His hands roam your body, mapping out every curve, getting lost in the contrast of your silky skin and the velvet of your blood-red lingerie. His fingers burn you everywhere, in the best way.
"My girl's hungry, isn't she?" One of his large hands dips into your panties, finding you deliciously wet. "Oh yeah, she's already drooling." He licks you off his fingers then goes in for seconds and feeds that to you. "But she has to be patient."
Dave gets situated on the edge of the bed, and like clockwork you kneel before him to unbuckle his belt. Once you have him free from his boxers your mouth wraps around his base, taking him as deep as possible, and his hands cup the back of your head, lacing his fingers together.
Your tongue stiffens, teasing the under-seam of his dick, making his breath shudder. You'd smile if you weren't concentrating on making your mouth Ziplock tight.
Being a careful man, Dave isn't entirely comfortable being filmed, but there's something raunchy about the way you're showing off for the camera. It brings out a wildness in you that he knows has always been there.
When he tells you he's close and urges your head down you stay still, allowing him to use your throat. You moan in surprise as he comes, and before swallowing it, you show him the puddle of cum on your tongue, some of it dribbling down your chin.
"My girl did so good," he growls, pulling you up to the bed, switching places so he's now kneeling before you. There's an ache between your thighs that only Dave can ease. You run your fingers through his soft brown hair as he peppers kisses across your chest, down your abdomen, and rips your flimsy thong off you.
You whimper as Dave's lips and tongue work in tandem to orchestrate your pleasure. In praise of him your moans are loud, high-pitched. He's relentless with you, wanting you to come hard for him and for the camera. You scream his name as a hot surge runs through you, thighs clamped around his head.
Dave licks up and swallows your honey, watches with lust-filled eyes as you scoot back on the bed, legs open. "Tie my hands," you murmur provocatively, "with your belt."
He wastes no time, slotting your hands between the bars of your headboard, deftly making an effective knot that won't hurt you (too much) or be too complicated to release you from. Then he slides over, free of his clothes, and tastes you once more before moving over you and fucking you slow then fast, hard then gentle; your legs around his waist, then over his shoulders, chuckling darkly as you struggle, seeing how much you like it when you gush, ultimately crying out his name as you come once, twice, thrice.
"There's my girl, coming for me," he grunts out, voice filled with pride. "You know I love coming on that pretty face.. but tonight I want to fill you up." And, moments later, the camera closes in on your cunt, swollen and absolutely wrecked, shiny with your juices. You give a little push and his cum dribbles out.
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"We look so good on camera," you say contentedly as you cuddle with him, finishing the viewing of your sex tape. You're unbound now, your wrists a little pink but otherwise unharmed from being tied up.
"Damn right we do," Dave agrees, giving your hair a soft kiss. "This stays between us, right, sweetpea?" He tries to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Just between us," you assure him.
"Good." He looks satisfied. "You know, I was thinking.. you know I'm a perfectionist.. and even though we did some stellar work, I think we can do better."
You grin at his implication. "Round two?"
"Round two," he nods. "And three, four, five.." his count disappears as he pulls you on top of him, burying his face in your neck as you giggle.
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scoutsbabygirl · 1 year ago
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Are you open to yandere themes for Sniper or Scout but uhmmm uh uh. In reverse. So like, the reader is the one being a creep?
ooooh this is a really unique idea! idk if i really wrote this right as i'm used to writing this the other way around haha. likes are appreciated.
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sniper would pick up on your behavior quickly, he already has a heightened sense of...well...everything. nothing is getting past mick especially if you've been hanging around him often. he thinks of himself as a "scary dog" that should be feared by everyone. he's chased off scout, drunk tav and a curious and worried dell about micks' distant isolating behavior. a man of many tales of cannibalism and murder would be a warning to anyone with a brain. these stories interested you more in the bushman which caused you to hang around his van more, inquiring about the decapitated animal heads hanging outside and was given a speech about the details about the rabbits foot hanging above his rifle mount.
likewise, mick would take in interest in you for being brave enough to stand him and not hide and reject (from) him, yet, don't expect him to actively seek you out. if you make an effort to see him then he'll accept you with open arms.
"it's just his culture, he's not a bad person."
"sweetpea, i think he's not good for you. i mean, he's got a deer carcass and he was skinning it last night." you bore your stare into dell's eyes with no emotion on your face. "he's gon' eat it too." he finished then taking another sip of his beer.
if you end up stalking you for some reason be prepared to be shot, physically attacked or both. he thinks you're a spy or possessed and he doesn't take those threats lightly. you'll learn that stalking isn't the easiest thing to do with mick after he wacked you with the butt of his rifle.
if you write notes, he reads them and then had pyro burns them as he thinks it's scout and tav playing some sick love prank on him.
no matter how hard you try and how crazy you become he simply does not care and thinks he's too "scary" to have you have literally any romantic interest in him.
scout would be starstruck. he doesn't have the brain capacity to understand that what you're doing is dangerous. he lets you sleep in his bed, share sodas and he'll buy you flowers. he has no clue he's playing into your sick ideas because he think it's natural and normal.
obviously, he likes you too and with you reciprocating those feelings he's completely forgot about miss pauling. he finds it endearing when you pop out of thin air when he's in the gym then he notices that you never work out and you're just
there.
at first jeremy thinks its a bit odd but chalks it up to you just liking him and wanting to spend time with him.
when little notes filled with lipstick kisses and random sweets start showing up on his bed he gets pissed off at first thinking its one of the other mercs "being gay" and calls everyone into a meeting (and even calls miss pauling into this meeting) to express to everyone how "not gay" he is and tells whoever it is "knock it off or you're gonna regret it." you've never felt as stupid as you did right then and knew you had to up your antics.
little by little you begin to get more touchy with him and he gladly accepts.
he really has no idea how dangerous you are and how he's being manipulated. he's just too stupid and in love to see through you.
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breezypunk · 7 months ago
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shots taken by @togepies of my number one sweetpea. I'm so in love with how you captured him and am forever thankful. ♥︎
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marvelousbelladonna · 8 months ago
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Drawing timelapse for the character art
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l0serloki · 2 years ago
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you probably know who i am at this point <3 but i love it so much as it’s addicting bro- so, if you do not mind, please, kindly, can i ask for Cassidy with a s/o who loves his accent/voice (i personally have a slight southern accent lol, it comes out really bad when i’m upset or talking quickly)
tysmmm, i love you and your works so much! <3
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Cole Cassidy Accent HC's
CW : A bit sexual in the blurb (heated kissing, lmao), uhh GN!Reader
A/N : I LOVE YOU TOO!! I STOPPED WHAT I WAS WRITING TO DO THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. ALSO,,, I have a southern accent too - I tried getting rid of it but.. same as you, it comes out in some words/quick talking/upset LMFAO. Southern siblings unite T-T
I feel like his accent gets worse as his emotions get high 
He has random words that don’t even sound like English (I.E. washcloth/warshclarth, aisle/ai-ill, quiet/kwai-eit.)
If you point it out he will constantly remember it and try to not flare his accent as much/or over-flare it depending on the mood. (I feel like he can get flustered and embarrassed with his accent. He definitely has had people call him stupid for it.)
It makes him flustered when you compliment him though!! His face gets all red and he won’t meet your eyes (such a cutie)
He’ll read to you or tell you stories about his missions before bed because he knows you love it and it calms you. He’s just glad you feel safe with him and love him to that degree!!
Be prepared for the pet names too. I feel like the regular ones he uses are sugar, sweet thang, or buttercup. He’s quite the smooth talker ;^)
Overall, he’s such a sweetheart and it makes his heart soar that you love his accent!! Please give this man compliments, he deserves them <3
“Sugar, where did our blanket go?” Cass had moved, rummaging around in the bedroom drawer. You felt a grin appear on your face, his thick accent making you giddy. You continued to watch his failed attempt to find the blanket, hands thrown up in a defeated sigh. 
You giggled as he climbed into bed, arm yanking you into him. His lips brushed against your cheek, pressing light kisses to the flesh. “What’re ya’ laughin’ at, huh? You think I’m funny or something?” His eyebrow shot up, and you could only cackle harder at the look. “Yeah, considering you’re laying in the blanket you were looking for.” Cassidy’s whiskey hues glanced down at the bedsheets, face going red. “You done made me for a fool, huh? What a little minx.” His rough hands splayed at your waist, pulling you in for a soft kiss. 
“Mm, you taste good buttercup.” Cassidy separated, eyes meeting yours. Your hand migrated to his fluffy locks, lips kissing at his browline. “Your accent is cute. Keep talking like that and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger even more..” His breath hitched, eyes looking at anything but you. “Yeah yeah, whatever ya’ say. I ‘preciate it, sweetpea.” His awkwardness was a new sight. You rubbed circles into his chest, easing his anxieties, as the two of you drifted off to sleep. 
Who knew that your confident man could be so shy when he got complimented? This opened a whole new world of opportunities for you..
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shinestarhwaa · 1 year ago
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INCEPTION || WOOSAN
Inspired by @woosanbby 's little dream <3 ily bb this one's for you!
Happy 24th birthday Sannie!
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Genre: Smut
Pairing: Bff!San x Bff!Wooyoung x Bff!Fem Reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Tags/warnings: Dirty language, sex dreams, unprotected sex, threesome, m x m action, blowjob, fingering, rough sex, praise kink, abs riding, mentioned rimming (but not really described), mild squirting, double penetration, breeding kink, dom/sub roles are changing throughout the whole fic so it's not rlly specified ig
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland
ENJOY!
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San's hands slid over your waist as you grinded your ass against his crotch. The beat of the music was so loud, it was drowning out your thoughts. Your eyes closed as San's hands roamed over your body.
Wooyoung came up to you again, pouring a shot of a raspberry vodka drink into your mouth. He smirked and attached his lips onto your neck. "We should get outta here."
You held both boys' hands as you walked out of the nightclub, into the night and suddenly before you knew it you were in bed with them. San came close to you and pressed his lips against yours as Wooyoung grinded his hips against your ass.
You reached behind you to grab Wooyoung's clothed cock but...
You sat up straight in bed, panting and pink heated up cheeks. "Wow," you breathed. This was the first time you've actually had a sexual dream about your friends like this.
How could you face them tonight after this?
Stepping out of your bed, you felt the weakness in your knees, you felt the wetness between your legs and even more the lightheadedness in your brain. You sighed deeply and tried to shake your thoughts.
.
That night you got ready for the birthday party San had planned, putting on one of the sluttiest dresses you owned. San and Wooyoung always encouraged you to do so, though.
"You only live once Y/N, live your life, be a slut!" Wooyoung used to scream on the top of his lungs.
You made sure to put your favourite high heels and jewelry on to finish the look. You weren't shy with the perfume, putting it on your neck, wrists and ankles, a tip you had learned from your friend one day.
An hour later you made your way into San's house, entering the party. "Hey babes!" Wooyoung exclaimed when he noticed your figure. "Wow, you look amazing!"
You laughed and hugged him, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, angel." He looked absolutely stunning tonight. The black slacks complimented his ass and the short-sleeved button up revealed his gorgeous veiny arms. The arms you had such a weakness for.
Suddenly another pair of arms embraced you from behind. A strong pair of arms, that you immediately recognized as San's.
"Hello birthday boy," you grinned as you turned your head to press a kiss on his cheeks. "It's not my birthday yet," he grinned. "Well, it will be in like three hours." You corrected him. "Okay, fair," he smiled. "Let's get you a drink now."
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You danced all night with Wooyoung and San, more PG than you wanted to and dreamed about but... it was just a dream, wasn't it? You didn't truly wanna get in bed with your best friends right?
People started leaving by the time it was 2 or 3am. Soon enough you were alone with them and you danced with San as Wooyoung waved goodbye to a friend.
"It's your birthday now, isn't it?" you grinned. "It sure is now!" "Happy birthday, sweetpea," you grinned as you pressed a kiss onto San's lips. It wasn't necissarily intentional to kiss his lips, but it happened naturally. Wooyoung who had just walked in gasped and laughed.
"Did you just kiss him?" Wooyoung laughed. "I just ... congratulated him. Why? Jealous?" You laughed, trying to fade away the awkwardness. But San did not feel awkward, he felt lust. His hands ran over your hips, the way they did in your dreams. "What if I am?" Wooyoung stated as he walked up to you.
"What is this, some kind of glitch in the matrix?" You mumbled as you noticed the younger male lick his lips, looking at your body. "Why don't we give San a birthday present he'll remember?" Wooyoung smirked. San's cheeks flushed at the thought, and his hands tightened around your hips. "Yeah? Do you wanna celebrate my birthday?" He said smirking.
Before you knew it you were upstairs in San's bedroom and Wooyoung was unzipping your dress as you and San made out against the wall.
"No bra baby?" Wooyoung smirked as he slid his hands over your bare back, silky skin smooth under his touch. He cupped your breasts from behind and tweaked your nipples slightly, making you moan in the kiss with San. You broke the kiss and started to undress San, falling to your knees as soon as his cock had sprung free from his boxers. San laughed, smirked. "Eager to suck my cock, sweetie?"
Wooyoung started to undress too, revealing his hard length as well. Unexpectedly, he got down on his knees as well, right next to you. San licked his lips and ran his hand through your hair. "Go ahead, then."
You brought out your tongue to lick at his tip. Wooyoung's head dipped lower, starting to lick at and suck on his balls. You sucked on the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and into the slit.
San hissed and threw his head back against the wall. "Fuck, you little... sluts for my cock," he moaned out. "So fucking good for me." His moans made you wetter than you could ever imagine, spurring you on to take more of his cock in your mouth. You sucked and sucked until you couldn't breathe. You pulled off his cock with a loud pop, heavy breathing filling the room.
Wooyoung switched with you, taking San's cockhead into his mouth while looking up at him. San looked down and locked eyes with him and started to breathe faster and more irregular. "That's so fucking good Youngie, good boy, suck my cock," he groaned.
Wooyoung started to bob his head up and down more eagerly, clearly turned on by San's praise. You ran your hands over Wooyoung's body, peppering kisses from his neck to over his shoulders and back.
Then you got up and kissed San passionately until you ran out of breath. San swallowed the taste of himself from your tongue. You slid off your panties and stuffed them into San's mouth while holding onto his wrists, so tight so he wouldn't move them. He could, but he didn't, because he understood and obeyed.
You kissed and sucked on his neck while Wooyoung still worked on his rigid cock. San's moans were muffled by the lacy panties stuffed in his mouth. He swore he was gonna go crazy just by these panties.
"You like that hm? Wanna keep those as a souvenir? To jerk off into? To smell? Such a little pervert," you smirked as you played with his nipples. San whined and bucked his hips into Wooyoung's mouth, making him gag on San's dick.
"Fuck, such a good fucking boy," San mumbled through the panties. San noticed he was getting close so he tried to signal, but he was restricted in every way so he just whined and moaned until he spurted his cum into Wooyoung's mouth. Wooyoung let go of his cock and smirked as he watched is soften but grow hard again when he felt your breasts against his body.
You pulled him off the wall, took the panties out of his mouth and pushed him onto the bed, making him smirk at the sight of you taking control. "You're not the only one who's cumming tonight, baby, you can't always be the main character." San pouted. "But it's my birthday, you know?" "Well you should see us cumming for you as a present," you said as you seated yourself on his abs.
"What are you-oh."
You started to grind your wet pussy against his abs, whining as your clit touched San's warm sweaty skin. "You're suck a fucking fuckdoll," you breathed, "so fuckable I could just cum all over you because of your abs, hm?"
"Fuck baby, that's so hot," he moaned out as he propped his legs up. Wooyoung saw this as a chance to spread his asscheeks and run his tongue over his hole. "O-oh my Goodness, what are you-"
San moaned when he felt Wooyoung's tongue working magic while you kept on riding his abs. Your breasts came down to San's chest with every thrust of your hips. "Fuck you look so good, please, cum on my abs, that's so hot," he moaned out.
"Yeah? Want me to squirt all over your body hm? Well you're gonna get it baby, so watch closely."
You grinded against him like the end of the world was near, feeling the familiar heat in your stomach. You grinded until you felt you were cumming, releasing and squirting over San's abs. San moaned and gasped, lightly touching your sensitive clit as he spread the wetness.
He removed you from his body and laid you down, pulling Wooyoung up as well. "Fuck her," San ordered him. You smirked as you looked at Wooyoung, who was mesmerized by your wet pussy.
"Let me finger her little whole first, San, don't be too greedy."
Wooyoung spread your legs wide and slid 2 of his fingers in there with ease. You cried out his name and closed your eyes. "No, no, keep your eyes on me," he smirked. The man groped you all over, playing with your tits as he sucked on your neck and fucked you deeply with two of his skillful fingers.
"You like that, don't you?" He said smirking as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. San bended down to fixate on your unoccupied breast, sucking and licking your nipple and nearly trying to take your entire breast in his mouth.
"Fucking adore these tits," he moaned while his mouth was full with them. "L-let me do something before you fuck me, I wanna see something," you breathed out, getting an idea after you felt the wet panties in your hand.
Wooyoung and San pulled away from you, looking at you curiously. You guided them to sit on their knees across from each other and only a few seconds later their lips were attached to each other.
You smirked and tossed your panties between their bodies, landing on their cocks. Their tongues swirled together into a sloppy makeout as they began to grind their hips against one another, cocks rubbing together against your panties.
They moaned into each others mouths, hands groping all over each others bodies. You smirked as you laid down, hand between your legs as you watched the two men grind their dicks. "This is so fucking hot, you two... Are you gonna cum? Gonna cum on each other? Gonna cum on my panties?"
It didn't they long before they did exactly that, coating your favourite pink panties white with their hot cum. They panted heavily and looked at you as you watched them with the biggest smirk on your face.
"Gonna fuck me now, Youngie? And Sannie? Don't you wanna fuck me too? I can take it," you challenged them. Their hungry eyes told everything you needed to know. Wooyoung laid down and you got on top of him.
You sunk down on his hard length, whining as you felt the stretch of his thick cock inside you. "Oh god, so thick Youngie, so thick," you groaned. You felt San's hands on your hips as he positioned himself behind you, pushing his cock into your cunt, sliding against Wooyoung's.
"O-oh, so long, so deep," you whined out when San started to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. Wooyoung groaned as his hips bucked up into you, hitting all your favourite spots.
"Yes! Like that, that's so fucking good," you moaned loudly as your nails clawed against Wooyoung's pumped chest. "Please! Harder!" You begged, and San quickly obeyed and fucked you as hard as he could. The bed was shaking and squeeking nearly as loud as your moans were, it made you think they'd actually break it.
"God, yes, yes, just like that! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard, fuck your fucking seeds into me, fill me up!" You moaned loudly. "Yeah? Wanna get filled hm? Want your best friends to fill your hungry cunt?" San breathed in your eyes.
"Yes! Want you to fucking fill my pussy, breed me until I pass out, want you to breed me so bad!" You cried. Wooyoung rammed his cock inside you and was the first one to cum, filling you with his hot white cum. San powered through and thrusted until he got sloppy, releasing his seeds inside you as well.
The three of you stayed like this for a while, filling you with cock and cum, just the way you like it.
"Happy birthday to me," San smirked.
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mayasaurusss · 9 months ago
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Hello dear readers! I will be mainly writing for Yellowjackets!
What I'll write: Fluff, angst, horror writing (in details), smut.
What I wont write: anything releated to hardcore or borderline creepy fetishes, character x character (unless reader is somewhay thrown in).
Request rules: if you want to request anything, it would be helpful to be really specific so i dont mess it up ;). Writing time may take a while! All the character I write for are aged to 18 years old or are older.
Other masterlists: sweetpea, longlegs, fallout, arcane.
Yellowjackets:
The witching hour (fictober project).
Lottie Matthews:
Curses (series) Cheerleader Lottie x fem basketball player reader Modern soccer jock Lottie x fem reader The creature in the woods: Werewolf Lottie x reader Werewolf Lottie slice of life headcanons Lazy morning with Lottie Camomile: Lottie comforts reader during exam season Old ghosts: yandere/crazy Lottie x reader Honey: beekeeper Lottie x fem florist reader Vampire Lottie who feels bad drinking from you. Lottie x dance teacher reader Spending Lottie family's money Dating Lottie in the wilderness
Natalie Scatorrcio
Blood hive: Vampire Natalie x fem reader In your arms: angst in the wilderness. Comforting Natalie
Shauna Shipman
Having a situationship with Shauna in the wilderness Transmasc! Shaun blurbs Werewolf boyfriend: transmasc Shaun slice of life (series: 1, 2, 3, 4-nsfw)
Jackie Taylor
The feeling of you: Transfeminine Jackie in the wildernes Sleepover: Transfeminine Jackie x reader
Misty Quigley
Aftercare headcanons Bites and kisses: cutness agression with Misty Going through ftm transition with transfeminine Misty Transfeminine Misty character study
Van Palmer
Just like in the movies: Spider-Van x fem reader
Laura Lee
Taissa Turner
Soon...
Curses: chapter two Goddess Natalie one-shot (50% done) Witcher Natalie one-shot (45% done) Transmasc Shaun oneshot (30% done)
Anons: 🐈, 💗, 🐇,🌿, 🪓
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goatcheesecak3 · 9 months ago
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Bus stop part 7
Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader
Check masterlist for m!reader version! (If it's not up, send me an ask to remind me!! I always forget to post them lmao)
Warnings: none, just pure fluff
Summary: just a little glimpse into life living with Adam
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Y/n and Adam had been living together for about a month now, and despite the stress of the move, life couldn't be better. The pair now resided in a cosy apartment in a clean, safe, and friendly part of the city. The rent was a little higher than their old places, but with rent being split between the two of them, it was manageable. The walls were covered in an array of posters, artwork (some thrifted, some painted by Adam), and of course, plenty of framed photographs that Adam had taken. While putting up these pictures Adam had remarked over and over again that this made it feel like a "real home." In his childhood home, family portraits were pretty much unheard of, so it was a non negotiable that a picture of Adam, y/n and their new family member- a black cat named Frank- took pride of place on the small mantle in the living room.
Days in this new home would often start with the smell of coffee and toast, but on weekends y/n would sometimes spoil Adam with pancakes and crispy bacon drenched in syrup. This was the case on a particular lazy Saturday morning.
"Adammmmm" y/n whispered from the doorway to the bedroom.
The sleeping Adam responded with a grunt, and a mumbled "five more minutes," before pulling the covers over his head"
"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give all your pancakes to Frank"
That got his attention.
As if he were a sleeper cell, only activated by the word "pancakes" Adam shot out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.
He looked ever so cute in black boxers and a baggy band tshirt, his hair elegantly tousled and his sharp nose twitching at the smell of breakfast.
"Come on, sweetpea," y/n smiled lovingly, holding out a hand for him to take.
Adam took more than a hand, opting instead to hug y/n's waist and lean his tired head on her shoulder.
"You are literally my dream woman" he mumbled, and y/n could hear the smile in his voice.
"If I'd known pancakes were gonna illicit a response like that, I would have made them the first day I met you" y/n chuckled, hugging Adam back and kissing his cheek.
The pair made their way to the beat up sofa in the front room. It was the same one from Adam's old apartment, the same one they'd shared their first kiss on. It was falling apart and needed patching up on a regular basis, but it was too special to throw out. Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot coffee and inhaling their pancakes at lightning speed, Adam and y/n (and Frank the cat) channel surfed all morning. It was a perfectly uneventful day, and after all the chaos that Adam had been through, it was moments like this, the beauty and joy in pure monotony, that just solidified to him how perfect life could really be.
A/n sorry this took so long! I sorta lost my creative spark over the last few weeks due to some mental health issues, but I'm starting to feel like myself again, so hopefully more fics will be out soon! I've got a bunch in the drafts that I've been working on :^)) I know this was short but I hope you enjoyed!
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f1-disaster-bi · 5 months ago
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Have you got any Dando ideas? Kisses All Over 🩵
Oooo this is giving me an idea for Single Parent au
Lando could hear his daughter creeping down the hallway from her room to theirs. Her little feet made soft noises against the wooden floor as Lando cracked open his eyes to check the clock facing him.
Daniel was still fast asleep beside him. His face buried halfway into his pillow. His curls were messed, and soft snores escaped him as he slept on. He was on his stomach, one hand tucked under a pillow and the other had been curled over Lando’s hip until he had turned to look at his fiancé.
Lando contemplated waking him as he reached out to brush his fingers over the messy curls, but he resisted as he heard Eloise giggle outside the door.
There was a soft knock on the door, and then a little head peaked after it was opened a crack.
Lando put his finger finger to his lips, shushing her giggles silently as Eloise nodded. He watched fondly as she tiptoed across the room until she reached him, climbing up into his lap and Lando helped her.
Eloise didn't say anything for a moment. She simply snuggled into Lando's arms, yawning as quietly as she could as Lando rubbed her back. Just like Lando, Eloise wasn't much of a morning person as she slumped against him with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
Lando couldn't resist brushing her own set of messy curls from her face to kiss her forehead, and for a moment, it reminded him of when she was a baby. It reminded him of all the nights he rocked her in his arms and pressed gentle kisses to her little face to get her to sleep or calm down.
He loved watching her grow, but sometimes he missed when she was so small he could carry her carefully in his arms.
"Can we wake Dan?", Eloise whispered, still a little to loudly but she was getting better at it.
Lando looked over at Daniel and had to hide his grin because Daniel was very much awake. His fiancé was trying to pretend at sleep. His snores a little too exaggerated. His grin a little too aware to be asleep but Lando played along.
"How should we wake him, sweetpea?", Lando whispered as he tapped a finger against his chin before grinning, "Should we tickle him? Or should we give him a lot of kisses?"
"Both!", Eloise giggled excitedly, "I wanna tickle"
Lando just nodded, letting her crawl out of his lap as Daniel pretended to roll over in his sleep. He let out a big, loud, fake snore to sell it that had Eloise giggling, and Lando had to bite his cheek to stop himself running it as she moved into position.
Lando shifted around too, making sure he could place a few kisses across Daniel's forehead and cheeks before Eloise started to tickle his ribs. Daniel pretended to wake up slowly, making soft noises before his nose scrunched up and his eyes shot open as Eloise burst into laughter at the exaggerated look on Daniel’s face.
"Are you tickling me?", Daniel gasped, hand on his chest, and Lando couldn't help but burry his laughter in Daniel's shoulder, placing soft kisses across the tan skin before he was being shoved away gently, "Oh I'm going to get you!"
Eloise’s laughter filled the room as she tried to scramble away but Daniel stopped her. His hands going to her sides and tickling her as she squirmed in his lap until her cheeks were pink.
"Papa, stop! It tickles", Eloise gasped out, and Daniel froze in shock because Eloise had never called him that before.
His brown eyes were swirling with emotions as he blinked down at Eloise who was still laughing, and when he looked at Lando, Lando had to wrap his arms around him because he knew Daniel had wanted this. He'd have never asked for it, for Eloise to call him Dad in any form, but he had wanted it.
"Are you okay, Papa?", Eloise asked after a moment as she placed a little hand on Daniel's cheek.
Lando pressed a reasuring kiss to Daniel's shoulder.
"Yeah, monkey", Daniel managed to choke out, "Papa’s never been happier"
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