#thank the lord for honeybuns

[theostrophywife]

Fluffy prompt idea- The reader calls Azriel a cutesy pet name in front of the inner circle for the first time. Teasing ensues.

I love your writing by the way! ♥️

honeybun.

author’s note: thank you babes! please enjoy this cute little fluff 💗

azriel was not cute.

he was the sinister shadowsinger, the feared spymaster, the lethal illyrian warrior whose very name evoked fear.

but to you, none of that mattered.

azriel could have walked up to you covered in gore and blood and you’d still find him adorable. maybe it was the way his nose scrunched up when he concentrated on his endless stack of mission briefs or the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed too hard or the way his precious little dimples peeked out when you flirted with him to bring them out of hiding.

no one else could have gotten away with the countless nicknames you’ve bestowed upon him —pudding, pumpkin, cutie pie, and your personal favorite, honeybun.

the shadowsinger blushed all the way up to the tips of his ears every time you teased him, which only made you want to do it even more.

azriel groaned as you stood on your tiptoes and pinched his cheek. “thanks for helping me bake, pudding.”

the pink and white gingham apron tied tightly on his waist matched the flush of his cheeks. flour coated the tip of his nose from where you smeared it earlier. “you know, most people find me scary. they certainly don’t go around calling me pudding. or bully me into making cinnamon rolls in the middle of the afternoon.”

“the only thing that scares me is the fact that you haven’t blinked in two hours while reading your reports. it was time for a break. plus, i know you have a killer sweet tooth, azzie.”

“did you really have to make me wear the apron, though?”

“no,” you said with a smirk as you spread icing over the cinnamon rolls. “that was purely for my enjoyment.”

azriel rolled his eyes fondly. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

you giggled as azriel helped you arrange the freshly baked rolls. his tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth as he gently squeezed icing on his row of buns. you admired him for a moment, grinning to yourself at the sight of the winged male covered in pink and hunched over in careful concentration.

“something smells incredible.” cassian said, bounding into the kitchen. he was shirtless and breathless and covered in sweat. “i hope you made enough for everyone.”

nesta followed after him, no doubt having just wrapped up valkyrie training. hot on her heels were rhys, feyre, amren, and mor. your friends paused midstep, taking in you and azriel. you were both covered in flour and wearing matching aprons. the shadowsinger froze in place, the heart spatula in his hand looking comically small.

“az, what the hell are you wearing?” cassian asked.

azriel sighed. “don’t ask. it was y/n’s idea.”

“you look like the sugarplum fairy from one of nyx’s bedtime stories.” rhys said with a snicker. feyre elbowed him, but even she couldn’t stop grinning.

nesta was outright gaping while amren and mor wore twin smirks.

“don’t be mean, boys.” you chided. “you’re just jealous you can’t pull of pink like az can. plus, he makes a killer cinnamon roll. right, honeybuns?”

the shadowsinger flushed furiously. cassian and rhys burst into laughter.

“honeybuns?” cas remarked. “oh you’re never living that down, brother.”

you narrowed your eyes. “i wouldn’t be talking, muffin.” cassian blanched at nesta’s secret nickname for him. “and you,” you said, pointing at the high lord. “don’t even get me started, rhys.”

the violet eyed male raised his hands in surrender. nesta chuckled as amren rolled her eyes. “neither one of you have the high ground on this. you’re all equally as whipped.”

mor nodded, dipping her finger into the icing. “yeah, leave y/n and honeybuns alone.”

the rest of your friends were in stitches. the shadowsinger sighed exasperatedly, which made you giggle even harder. a little smile tugged at his lips as you threw your head back in laughter.

azriel would never admit it, but he secretly loved all your cute little nicknames for him.

you squealed as he swiped icing on your cheek. “you’re an absolute menace, you know that?”

the little smile on your face melted his heart. “yeah, but you love me azzie.”

azriel couldn’t argue with that.

[vaya-writes]

Serving the Serpent - 3

Briar owes Lord Isen her life. She works off her debt by serving in his castle. Dealing with the rapidly changing circumstances of her life, she’s not used to anyone paying her much attention. It's hard when Isen seems set on interacting with her. 

Cis female human with selective mutism x male naga (slow burn, co-workers to lovers, power imbalances, eventual smut). 2000 words. Content warnings for this chapter: allusions to Briars background (contains cult like elements of religion and misogyny) and descriptions of food. Some low key harassment? (unwanted nicknames and attention). It gets resolved this chapter. Divider from firefly-graphics

Previous - Masterlist

Over the course of the next week, Briar finds herself working on the third floor. Lockwood instructs Cook to train her to serve Lord Isen’s meals and has Emillie finish showing Briar the floor duties. The only time she finds herself working elsewhere is when she helps the laundresses and learns about how finer clothes and bedding are washed.

Apparently Isen uses a wide array of fabrics. Not to wear – Briar has yet to see him adorned in more than a sash or a scarf. No, his collection of cushion covers and sheets is where the obscenity of his wealth shines. Silks, velvets, lace, and numerous textiles Briar has never even heard of (and yet must learn or risk washing something incorrectly); it’s inordinate. Either Isen is incredibly texture and sense focused, or he simply has too much money to spend. Though Briar decides that both can be true.

She resigns herself to a position on the third floor. The residents aren’t so bad. There’s the green haired female – a tiefling, Briar learns. Dinah Vulsinger, Isen’s business manager. She’s usually too absorbed in her work to take note of servants. Then there’s Sir Arol. Briar still isn’t sure what the lizard does, but he’s polite and usually acknowledges her with an incline of his head. Lastly, occasionally sighted following Isen around with a notebook and quill, is a harried looking wood elf by the name of Amos. He’s usually in his office, surrounded by haphazard piles of parchment and paper.

Lord Isen is a different matter. If anything, he pays the servants too much attention, chatting up Emillie when she makes appearances, and always trying to wheedle attention from Briar. He rarely dismisses her when she delivers his food, is endlessly talkative, and takes to calling her by a different pet name every time he sees her.

One day her meal appears with the rest of the food in the dumbwaiter, along with a written note. She frowns over the penned letters and sighs, guessing the contents of the short message. Once she delivers the other meals to their respective offices, she finds Isen in his quarters. She knocks, and wheels the trolley into his room.

‘Your food, my lord,’ she signs.

“Thank you, pumpkin,” Isen smiles up at her, setting aside a ledger of some sort.

She ignores the greeting, assuming it to be a jest at her expense. Instead, she curtsies and turns her face to the door, hoping to convey her wish.

Unsurprisingly, he ignores her desire – her training – to wait outside. “You’ll join me for lunch, won’t you? I asked Cook to send your food up.”

Well, that was one question answered.

Trying not to drag her feet so much, she retrieves her tray from the trolley before returning to the desk. Her lips tighten with displeasure, but she manages to avoid outright frowning.

Isen had cleared some space. “Pull up a chair, honeybun.”

The naga doesn’t actually sit on anything, resting on his coils instead.

Stiffly, she does as instructed. Then waits for Isen to start eating before removing the lid from her food. There’s a stark difference in quality. Isen has a platter of assorted meats, cheeses, nuts and fruit. Briar has a single slice of meat and cheese on bread.

When she finishes eating, she hesitates, unsure of what to do while Isen picks at his meal. For a moment she allows herself to watch him while he’s distracted. Some strands of his hair have come loose from his ponytail, and Briar glimpses his fangs when he opens his mouth to bite into an orange slice.

He catches her staring.

Briar drops her eyes smoothly. Her cheeks, unbidden, start to warm.

There’s a pause before he speaks again. “Would you like some?”

The suggestion is outrageous enough that she looks up. The male appears nothing but genuine.

‘No thank you, my lord,’ she signs with a shake of her head. Eating from the Serpent's plate? The idea makes her cringe. If the Pilgrims caught word of it, she’d have been beaten. Breaking bread with an outsider? Taking food from a male? Sharing the table with a noble? Blasphemy.

“I insist,” the naga scoops an assortment of foods onto her plate.

She struggles to hide her shock.

Well now she has to eat. Wouldn’t it be worse to ignore the invitation, the unspoken command?

Isen suddenly pauses, “Wait, can humans eat this?”

She eyes the food and pokes at it before nodding. The meats have been cured. The fruits are familiar. Hesitantly, she bites down into an orange slice.

Briar closes her eyes. It takes literally every piece of self-control she possesses to hold back her moan of pleasure. There might be actual tears in her eyes.

When she finally opens them and spares a glance at her boss, he’s watching her carefully. He blinks, and looks back at the food, coughing into his hand to hide the smug grin at his lips.

It’s hard to be bitter when she’s tasting such a treat, but she manages. Even if she’d kept silent, she supposes her face had given her away. She probably owes Isen something now. Hopes that he won’t hold it over her. Perhaps he could be appeased with an admission of gratitude.

Reluctantly, she signs. ‘This is very good. Thank you.’

His smirk dissolves into a softer smile, and he straightens. “You’re welcome.”

She turns her focus to the rest of the food. The meats and cheeses settle well in her stomach. The nuts have a delightful texture. But the sweetness of the fruits, the juiciness and the way each piece bursts with flavour when she bites into them; they’re by far her favourite.

Isen is watching her again when she finishes.

“So, what do the humans in your colony usually eat, sweet pea?”

Most of her gratitude from the meal vanishes. She huffs out a sigh, though she does manage to keep her scowl in check. ‘I am not a piece of food, my lord.’

He watches her hands carefully. Gleans her tone from her expression. Then rests his chin in his hand. Cocks his head and gives her a heavy-lidded smile. “But you look good enough to eat.”

The thoughts stall in her head. Her irritation vanishes like a puff of smoke.

Briar stands, abruptly. ‘I have to get back to work.’

She clears away the dishes; anything to keep her occupied. Isen doesn’t even have time to protest before the trolley is loaded and Briar is pausing in the doorway. She curtsies goodbye and gives him a polite smile, forcing herself to meet his gaze. Her mouth might be convincing in its practiced curve, but her eyes are glazed; withdrawn.

She doesn’t give herself time to take in the concern on his face, or his widened eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but she turns her back on him before he can. She exits the room and walks away, strides lengthened and hasty, not slowing until her nausea begins to fade.

It doesn’t go away completely. She’d turned her back on Isen. Had ignored her boss. Hadn’t even feigned pleasure at his advance. She’s absolutely sick with anxiety.

What if she’s punished? What if she’s fired? Fuck, what if she’s sent back to New Haven?

Briar closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths.

No. He’s not- At least, she doesn't think the lord is cruel.

Calmer, she continues her work. It’s hard to focus though when her thoughts keep drifting back the interaction. How had he known what she’d said? Was she that easy to read?

She’s just finished collecting everyone’s dishes when she starts to spiral, and stops to lean against a wall. Possibilities rush through her mind. Does Isen know Sign? Or have some supernatural ability to read thoughts? Had she said something else to him that he’d understood? Something crass, or stupid? Gods, she could be in so much more trouble.

Briar scours her memory for each interaction with her boss, each guarded sign she’d shown him. No, she hadn’t said anything else wrong.

She lets out a sigh.

Isen doesn’t know Sign. He’s not reading her thoughts or doing any other weird or superstitious thing her family had warned her against. He’s just very perceptive. She’d been signing ‘food’ at him every time she served him lunch. It would have been easy for him to guess the meaning of her last statement.

Only partially relieved, Briar continues her work, making her delivery to the dumbwaiter. She returns to the kitchen to assist Cook. But the busywork doesn’t stop her thoughts from churning.

Why had Isen flirted with her? Is he making her uncomfortable on purpose? No. He’d seemed upset when she’d left. Perhaps he’s just oblivious. Assumes that women will always return his advances favourably.

How would he react to the rejection?

Briar lets out a soft groan at the thought. She still has to serve him dinner. At least he’d be in the dining area with his associates. Perhaps with the company it would be less awkward.

The true trial would be tomorrow, if she is put on serving duty again.

Dinner is… tense. Aside from a smile and a nod, Isen doesn’t speak a word to her. He still gestures for her to refill his glass, but otherwise his only other interaction is a strained smile in her direction before he retires for the evening.

The distance is almost disconcerting. The lack of lingering stares. No eyes on her back. Either Isen was more upset than he let on, or he was making an effort to give her space.

Breakfast the following morning is worse. He doesn’t speak a word to her. Barely looks at her, even as she takes up a spot at the wall and waits to serve the drinks. When Lady Vulsinger gestures her over, it’s hard for Briar not to feel like she’s walking on eggshells.

Isen pays extra attention to his associates, going as far as to quiz them about work. Eventually Dinah sets down her report with a sigh.

“Can’t this wait, my lord? I’m sure we’ll go over it at the meeting. If it truly vexes you, you can read the updates I’ve been forwarding Amos.”

There’s a moment of silence, and the pair stare each other down until Isen purses his lips and turns to Arol. “How were things in Blackwater?”

Sensing his master’s need for distraction, the lizard regales him with the details. Thankfully some of the tension leeches from the room afterwards. Even if Briar isn’t looked at once, and is strung twice as tight by the end of the meal.

When lunch rolls around, Briar is fraught with stress. It’s the first time she’ll be alone with Isen again. And while he’d made a valiant effort to be nonchalant at the communal meals, she’d yet to see his private behaviour.

Bracing herself for the worst, Briar knocks at his door.

“Come in.”

She enters the room and carries his tray to the desk, eyes downcast. Carefully, she arranges his meal and pours him a drink, before curtsying and moving to back away.

“Wait.”

Briar tries not to shrink. She swallows before raising her eyes to his.

‘Thank you, Briar.’

She widens her eyes as he signs her name. Recovers quickly with a shrug, and stares at her feet again.

‘You’re welcome.’

“And… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable yesterday. I’m sorry.”

Briar allows herself to lift her chin. To meet his eyes and judge the sincerity of his statement.

He waits, allowing the scrutiny.

Finally, she looks away. Shrugs. She’s a little less stiff when she replies. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ She turns again. Is at the door when he speaks once more.

“Hey.”

She pauses.

“You can leave if you need to, but- would you show me more signs sometime?”

She takes the moment to consider. With her face turned away she feels comfortable enough to think. To let her thoughts play across her face.

He’s crestfallen when she leaves.

She’s only gone long enough to fetch her lunch from the cart. When she returns Isen blinks his surprise. Satisfaction flickers in her chest when she takes in his expression. The widened eyes, the parted lips.

He always wears his heart on his sleeve. She wonders if he could conceal his feelings at all.

Briar shrugs, before placing her food next to his. ‘If I must.’

Next

[lady-bess]

Hannah, I'm popping in your inbox. Don't worry Sugar Plum. I'll be good, scouts's honor. (Was never a girl scout - unless eating the cookies counts).

Jack enjoys a good boot, he does. Lord knows he wears them damn near daily. Now he does enjoy when his Missus puts on a cute pair of cowgirl boots to match his, even though he would need to be dead and revived with alpha gel to admit that he liked being matchy-matchy with his favorite honeybun. Now what he licked even more, were the heels that you either had to zip up the back of your foot or buckle around your ankle.

You were having trouble with it one night and Jack assisted. He was helpful so you keep letting him, but you'd notice that it was taking longer and longer because Jack would placing your heel right on his shoulder looking right up at you as he zipped or buckled.

There may have been a number of functions the two of you were late to because of that.

Love Nerdie ❤️

Oh my goodness Nerdie, this being the first thing I read when I wake up has me in a little puddle on the floor 🫠🫠 Thanks for the brain rot, this will sit with me nicely all day now 🫣

[mayuris-basement-dweller]

OMG I got tagged for the Fanfiction Writer Bingo!

Thanks for tagging me @bleachbleachbleach!

So...

I tried my best to make this look presentable!

So Pink is things I fully agree with and Green is things I agree with partially.

1. Wattpad phase? Didn't really have one. But I read some fics there sometimes. And also did on FF.net and LiveJournal. Never had accounts, though.

2. I do, I do actually! I plan on... Doing something with it. Someday. I am known as Lunagan, there. You might see me commenting on your stuff sometimes!

3. I write smut yes. Sometimes just to keep my mind out of other things.

4. Guess you can say I beta read something for someone once.

5. Wrote a self-indulgent fic? Nope. I didn't "wrote" one, I write lots of them. All of my fics are self-indulgent!

6. I do! Expect me to comment and scream and put lots of unreadable stuff in your comments. I am just like that!

7. I did. Will do so again. If I like your stuff, I will give you Kudos with glee in my heart. TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND I LOVE IT.

8. Fluff makes me cry. Please make me cry.

9. Now this one. I am a Kenmayu writer first, rest second. But let me be clear... I do have full intentions on writing Isane/Unohana, Soi Fon/Yoruichi, someday. This latter one I kinda already did? I heavily imply it 😉

10. Now I said I partially agree and it's truly that. Genre doesn't matter to me. If you wanna read it, read it. Doesn't matter if it's literature or not. If it pleases your heart, read it.

11. Look, I can write LOTR as well as I can Bleach. It's just that I have been mainly a Bleach writer recently.

12. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. It's always good to learn new stuff!

13. I always have the canvas and the paint... Problem is actually painting the thing hehe.

14. I... Will. When I publish something. When I find courage.

15. I DID GET FANART, YES! Credit to the lovely @raberris , go check em' out, lovely arts all around! Also @seeveekat , I owe them my Gang AU!

16. Ahahahaha. All of them. All of my fics.

17. It isn't hell... But I do forget loads of stuff. I am a terrible editor 😔

18. When showering. When walking. When watching something completely unrelated. LITERALLY ANYTIME.

19. I don't need coffee or tea... It does help, though.

20. "Fangs". All my attention. It needs. And I gotta FOCUS.

21. That is the dream, yes... Dunno if it will ever happen, though.

I write for Bleach, mainly. Can do LOTR. And LORD HELP ME, but Gomens caught my eye so much (I just find Aziraphale to be the cutest bunny bunny honeybun!) Also could write for Zelda!

And I tag two illustrious members of the Kurotsuchi Council, @seeveekat and @missingmayuri, and also fellow writer @heretostealyogirl . Only if you, my friends, want to... No pressure!

Template under the cut!

Thanks for the tag again ❤️

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

a moment to thank y'all for 1k subs!!

i've been trying to find a comfy spot for writing for a while, and i've been to ao3, quotev and wattpad. there is no place i received as much support as here. i've been on Tumblr since like 2016 but only as a reader. i'm so glad that two weeks ago i decided to give it a shot and it has been my therapy since then (lord knows i need it)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT HONEYBUNS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH👹🖤

[mesquitecandle]

Speaking of Sharron...I may have figured out my type.

Those two act similarly in outlook to Sharron and Melody from RF1, despite different interests and occupations.

A serious and kind person who's misunderstood and the embodiment of a sunny day who can and will kick your ass.

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah! Love your work💕 can I ask for fiancé Eddie and the reader talking wedding stuff? Thank you in advance!!

Hiii babes!!! Awe you’re so sweet! I loved doing this, kinda made it where you’re a bit overwhelmed and also just random fluff so I hope you enjoy it!🥹💖

-this is you and fiancé Eddie from the texting series-

*You’re overwhelmed but have no fear your fiancé Eddie is here also you drop his petname in public*

“Gold or white?” “Uhh whatever you like baby.” “Eddie…just pick gold or white?” “It’s a tablecloth they both look nice…for tablecloths.” “I can’t do this.” “Can’t do what?” “This! I can’t pick everything myself it’s too much I just…I need your help so please just pick gold or white?” “I’m sorry sweetheart. I uh..let’s see…yeah I like the white it will look nice.” “Thank you.”

“Those look pretty. Is this for like the center of the table?” “Yes these are the centerpieces. You said you liked white flowers with some greenery since we are getting married at Lover’s Lake it’ll help bring it all together.” “I did say that huh? I am good at this whole wedding planing thing.” “Yup your new title is Eddie Munson the wedding planner.” “Has a nice ring to it. But what do you think? Are you happy with them?” “I love them. I think it’s going to be so pretty.” “You want candles on the tables as well right?” “Yes the fake ones. I don’t need Dustin or Lucas setting anything on fire.” “Smart choice.”

“Are you done with your vows?” “What vows?” “Eddie…our wedding vows.” “We have to come up with our own?” “You told me you wanted to write them? Have you not started?” “I thought we like get told what to say to each other?” “If that’s what you want that’s fine we don’t need to write our own vows if you don’t want to.” “No no I can write my own. Just know my goal is to make you ugly cry.” “Same.” “Wait what? Did you say same?” “Yes. You’re totally going to cry when I read mine to you.” “You’re done with yours?” “Yes. I’ve been done for a few weeks.” “Overachiever…” “I might have even snuck in a lord of the rings quote.” “You’re fucking with me.” “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” “If you talk Tolkien to me on our wedding day I won’t survive.” “You’ll be fine…where are you going?” “I’ve got work to do…who’s that author that writes those sexy time books you read? I can’t find that one about Drake on your shelf” “Edward Munson you can not quote a romance novel in your wedding vows.” “Says who?”

“Baby please don’t make me try another one.” “This is the last one and I think it’s the winner.” “Baby…we have tried six different cakes and I’m going to be honest they are all starting to taste the same.” “Please honeybuns just one more bite.” “God you just haaddd to call me that didn’t you?” “Pleaseeee.” “You’re not playing fair baby….fine this is the last one or I will literally explode.” “Have…have you been eating the whole slice for every flavor?” “Uh..yes?” “Eddie! You just need to take a bite not eat the whole slice.” “You tell me this now? After I’ve eaten six pieces of cake…” “I’m sorry…but what did you think of the last one?” “I liked it. I agree it’s the winner.” “Did we just pick a wedding cake?” “I think…yeah I think we did.” “Holy shit.” “I think by the time our wedding rolls around I’ll finally be able to look at cake and not feel sick.” “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you about the one bite rule.” “You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you.”

“What’s got you so tense princess?” “Marrying you.” “Oh yeah? Marrying me is making you tense?” “Yes it’s stressful and you know I hold my stress in my shoulders.” “Let’s see what I can do about that okay?” “Ohh how many guests did we agree on? Twenty?” “Do we need guests? We could make it a private ceremony and just have it be the two of us…how’s that feel baby?” “Feels good…your hands are a little cold. But really Eddie was it twenty or twenty five?” “Sorry sweetheart let me just warm them up really quick…uh I’d say start at twenty and the max is twenty five? Neither of us has a lot of family to invite it’s mainly friends.” “You have magic hands has anyone ever told you that?” “Just you princess. What’s next on the list hmm? Let’s keep going. “Uh is Dustin your best man?” “No, he was an option but I uh…I asked Wayne.” “Did he tell you no because he’s my man of honor?” “He did tell me you had asked him first but uh…yeah he said yes. He’s just happy to be included really.” “As if he had a choice. He’s standing beside us when we get married even if he doesn’t want to.” “Pretty sure that’s why he made it easy and just said yes.” “The two of you are going to be blubbering messes.” “Hey! The Munson men are just emotional okay? We can’t help it.”

[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

[howdoyousleep3]

Here I am writing a sappy love note to all of you even after I said I wouldn’t do this, but it brings me happiness to show love to others and this year was pretty challenging and we deserve this. 

I don’t even know how to begin to explain what this page and this fandom and all of you mean to me. Before I had this fandom in my life I was sad. I had no hobbies, I went to work, I came home, I dicked around on the internet; there were very few things that brought me much happiness. 

What started with finding this fandom and writing a little Daddy Steve that I wanted to see on “paper” has brought me such incredible amounts of joy and happiness. Never have I ever felt so loved and appreciated. I know I started my blog in November (i think??) of 2019 but 2020 is where we’ve grown. Look, I hit this moment last week–

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You make me feel cherished here. You make me feel adored. You support me in a way I’ve never experienced before. Writing brings me joy but you supporting my writing and loving on it brings me the most joy. You’ve helped me grow as a person and as a writer and you have helped me create these worlds that we cherish together and share as one. 

This is a special place for me and it is because of you and I’ll never be able to repay you for the happiness you bring me. 

Here are a few people I want to shoutout specifically while I have the time to do so. This is going to be so long, bear with me plz:

@cantabile-l, you are the softie we all dream to be, my precious jo bean. You are intelligent and so very sensitive to others in the best way possible and I hold you and our friendship so close to my heart. I love you.

@maddiewritesstucky, you are my sister soul mate and nothing will convince me otherwise. You show me immense support, you bring me so much sexual frustration, and I am baffled I can be so close to someone when we’ve literally never even met in person. Lord help everyone in Hawaii when we meet up god knows when. I love you. 

@ixalit, you are my bub, my poet, my porn provider. You have a soul so deep and broad I swear it stretches over here to me in my state. I can only hope that you continue to share your talent and love with the world. I love you. 

@musette22, you are my sweet sweet minniebug and your friendship came at a time when I needed it most. You always know exactly what to say to me at the exact time I need to hear it and seeing your texts on my phone when I wake up in the morning makes me smile. I will always be hear to listen to your Seb and Chris shouts. I love you. 

@rainbowsandcoconut, my baby Ditte there are very few people that make me laugh and smile more than you do. There is no one else in this world who loves Chris Evans more than you do either, stg. Even if we don’t talk every day I feel your presence in my corner nonetheless and I hope you feel mine as well. I love you. 

@imlittlebitdie, Riley bb when I think of the word support I immediately think of you. You are so thoughtful and a pillar of support in my life. You have taught me how to be a good friend, so much about privilege, and the intricacies of hockey. I love you. 

@andysmountains, my lizard-loving plant-loving dose of sunshine. You are so special to me and our friendship is a light in my life as well as the pictures of your kitties and plants. I can’t wait for the plant tour. #BuckyBear4Life

@sheetsforwhichimmade, oh god Soph I know we just recently and drunkenly confessed our love for each other but I must do it again at such a time. Your James/Stevie brain blows my own mind, your texts about Boyfriend make me scream, and seeing your name show up on my phone makes me so happppppyyyyy. I love you. 

@doctorenterprise, my Daddy Twin, my fellow Ball Gobbler, I know our friendship was just kindled but there isn’t a conversation that I have had with you that hasn’t made me giggle or smile. You are the ultimate hypeman, you have the Daddy Brain, and I can’t wait to continue on into 2021 with you by my side. 

@ceratonia-siliqua! My honeybun! You have the largest heart that anyone has ever had and I wish I could drive across the country just to snuggle you close. I hope 2021 treats you better. You deserve the best things life has to offer. I love you. 

@becassine​, my sweet bratty Bex where did you come from? You are literally the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set eyes on, your way with words is unmatched, and no one else hypes like you do. I hope you get all the lovin’ and touchin’ you deserve in 2021. Thank you for loving me. I love you. 

@thegodswife​, Manda you are such a constant source of, “i’m not crazy, right??”. Your hype is unreal, I don’t know how you don’t have more attention given to your work, and you are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. I love you. 

@hannah-stagram​ My sweet baby Hannah Banana you are someone who I feel understand me on a different level than some others. You are sweet, you are caring, you show me so much love and kindness. Your random hype texts on some mornings bring such a smile to my face. I love you.

@hanitrash​, giiiiirl I don’t know how you do it. You work, you have a family, you write some of the best smut out there and the ideas never stop flowing. You are inspirational. I miss you and love you. 

@trekchik​, my Meetcute Queen I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us in 2021. Thank you for all the support this year. I miss you and love you. 

@rorybarnesrogers​, rory baby I lub talking to you almost every day. You are so fucking funny and supportive and I can’t wait to read that damn story. I love you. 

@the1918​, Lynne even with us talking things out now, my happiest fandom memories this year most definitely include you. Your talent is unparalleled, as is your hype, and I only wish the best for you in the next year. 

Even more love goes out to all of these beautiful beautiful people who bring a smile to my face every day who I love with all of my being! 

@ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier @sunflowersstan @fishcustardandclintbarton, @thiccbuckybarnesfic, @babyyhoneyydarling​, @tae-withsuga​, @hbalbat​, @tonguetiedmisfit1​, @martelldoran​, @kalee60​, @martianjuice​, @darter-blue​, @crownofstardustandbone​, @solasnagealai-escapism​, @stardi293​, @cuteplanties​, @sweeterthanthis​, @fandomfluffandfuck​, @willbakewithstucky​, @thewaythatwerust​, @softestziam​, @ozarkthedog​, @seb-stan-lover​, @fafulous​, @littlesurfergrl​, @pixidustprincess​, @dreadlockholiday​, @maireadtbts​, @korean-disaster​, @allegedlyann​, @hoeforthegays​, @justice-for-plums​, @mossystark​

I know I’m forgetting someone and it’s gutting me but I have been working on this for three hours now and I must eat din din. 

I love you I love you I love you. 

[dewipersikkk]

Like A Tiger

A continuation for my Rivamika Mafia AU.

Summary : Just some Levi and Kuchel-centric shot.

Note : Some minor revisions.

Also available in ao3.

......

"Ahhh Levi,"

"More...,"

Levi exerted more force to satisfy the need of his beloved wife. In their wedding vows, he already promised her to oblige anything that Mikasa wants and needs. It's a husband's duty to be committed to his wife.

"Ahhh," Mikasa grasped Levi's arms and tightened the holds on them. Sweats started to form on her forehead, "More Levi, More!!!"

"Erghhh," Levi grunted as he put more pressure on her. He tried his best to not to hurt Mikasa.

"Levi!!! ARE YOU THAT WEAK?" Mikasa yelled, giving a glare at the frowning Levi. She was so frustrated with her husband, that she could kick his 'stupid, yet handsome' face. What he gave to her was not satisfying enough. She wants more.

"I don't want to fucking hurt you, brat," Levi stopped his action, and now scowling at Mikasa.

"How dare this woman underestimate my stamina?"

His wife could be very unbearable and stubborn but he, of course, still loves her so fucking much despite her annoying attitude. He'd 'handled' her for many years, so he already knew Mikasa so much.

Mikasa is the only woman and person who has the guts to challenge him. Everyone fears Levi, including the most dangerous Yakuza, BUT not The Lady of The Ackerman clan.

"My wife is the only one who could do that, no one else,"

"You're having a goddamn cold, and you want me to fucking hurt you?" Levi continued his anger toward Mikasa.

Mikasa fumed and kicked her husband's hands off her feet.

"It's just a foot massage, Levi...And you massage me as if you don't eat for years! It's just too weak!"

"I don't want to hurt you and fuck, don't you understand that you have a cold?!" Levi getting angrier at the stubborn Mikasa. He knew well his wife is rockheaded, but Levi also realized he was also the same. They were basically parallels, like mirrors.

'This is why we're meant to be together,'

Mikasa only grunts in response, averted her eyes away from the stare of Levi. Mikasa has the habits of avoiding looking at her husband if he's mad at her.

"Oi, you're still mad at me?" Levi asked, his voice has a slight concern. He fixed his gaze on Mikasa and slightly pinching her right foot.

"Yes," Mikasa seethed, still looking away from facing her husband, and crossing her arms.

"I need to go to a meeting with that Tybur bastard," Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mikasa felt the shift of the mattress, "Then go,"

"I'll bring Kuchel with me and you, stay here and have a goddamn rest," Levi said as he caressed the shoulders of his wife.

Mikasa, who was surprised and still angry, slapped Levi's hand away, "What! Why do you have to bring Kuchel? I can take care of her on my own and you can go to your shitty meeting on your own!" Mikasa seethed, now glaring at Levi as she pouted her lips. She grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it to Levi's face.

"Mikasa, you barely even move your ass! How come you want to take care of our daughter?" Levi insisted. His scowl was getting deeper.

"But-,"

"No but but,"

"Pfft, fine," Mikasa finally gave up as she inhaled sharply. Her lips were still in a pout, still shot Levi with a glare.

"Don't worry about Kuchel, she'll be fine," Levi reassured, "No one will dare to fight with the Ackermans, especially our honeybun,"

Mikasa gave Levi a little smile. Her mood suddenly changes 360 degrees when she heard Levi calling their daughter 'honeybun'. It did sound awkward when Levi did call Kuchel with some random cute nicknames, but it made Mikasa's heart melt and warm. Levi, also known as The Infamous Lord Ackerman could be famous for his cold and harsh demeanour in the Yakuza world, however, he was the opposite when he's with his family.

"Please take a nice rest, Mikasa," Levi said in a low voice as he removed the bangs on Mikasa's temple, "I love you,"

"I'll see you later, Levi" Mikasa softly grasped Levi's hand, "I love you both so much,"

........

"Ahh! Finally! Lord Ackerman finally came!" Willy Tybur greeted with a wide, proud smile written on his face.

Lord Ackerman has arrived with his men and they were in the spacious, luxury meeting room in the Tybur Mansion.

Willy Tybur, a mid 30 years old man with shoulder-length blonde hair and a well-groomed goatee. The man was dressed in an elegant black suit that could cost more than a normal car. He was the leader of the Tybur clan, one of the strongest Yakuza in the country. They have been hiddenly involved with politics for many years, thanks to the brain of the Tybur descendants. Corruption is everywhere.

The blonde man shifted his gaze to the little black-haired girl in Lord Ackerman's arms, who was staring at him for a while. Her stares were emotionless that Willy couldn't describe if she was mad, curious or 'happy' to see him. The girl was similar to her parent.

"Look at her, Lord Ackerman brings the Princess of The Ackermans! Lovely and cute like the mother," Willy in a loud voice, faking a smile to shrug off the little girl's mysterious stare.

Tybur's men were fascinated with the cuteness of the offspring of Lord Ackerman. This was their first time to find out about Lord Ackerman's daughter. Most of them asked themselves how Lord Ackerman's sperm and balls could produce a cute and gorgeous daughter. She was a beauty like Lady Ackerman.

"Unlike her short-tempered father,"

"I miss being a father to a baby, my children have already grown up into bratty-," Willy cooed as he walked toward Lord Ackerman to approach Kuchel closer.

"You should realize you're getting older," Lord Ackerman cut him off as he backed off a few steps. The people presented in the room snickered, trying their best to hide their laughter.

"I-I'm not that old," Willy mumbled, slightly biting his lower lips.

An awkward silence filled the room for a while. Willy only stared at Lord Ackerman and his daughter in his arms, who was watching him keenly. Both of them gave off a very frightening aura.

Levi planted a kiss on Kuchel's hair. Her hair smelled like jasmine, the same scent that Mikasa had. The scent that he always inhaled when he's spending his time with Mikasa.

Suddenly, Willy burst into laughter, alarming the people in the room including, Lord Ackerman. He clenched his stomach due to laughing too hard as he wiped away the tears forming in his eyes.

Lord Ackerman scowled, angry at the sudden outburst by Willy.

"HAHA-you look so funny with the baby!" Willy laughed as he viewed The Infamous Lord Ackerman, the cold and ruthless yakuza, carrying a baby in his arms, "I never saw you the type of being a father to a cute child! I pity you, Kuchel, for having a short father especially that 'ugly' face of his and your mother should marry me-,"

Suddenly, Kuchel shrieked. It was loud enough that it could fill in the entire meeting room. Everyone in the room jolted their head up and looking at Kuchel quizzically. While Levi only giving them a smirk and gives Kuchel a proud smile. Baby Kuchel gave them a deathly penetrating stare that could scare the shit out of Willy.

"I'm sorry, Kuchel, I-,"

"DADA MAMA!" Kuchel screamed at Willy, giving him a pointing look. (Meaning : Daddy is for Mama)

"See that, Tybur? My honeybun could be a honeybun, but she's also my little tiger," Levi said with arrogance, as he smiled at his daughter.

Willy was standing as if he was frozen there, feeling flabbergasted. The Ackermans were indeed the most dangerous and terrifying clan. He needs to ensure that his sons and daughter will never EVER married to any Ackerman offsprings.

Levi couldn't help but felt so prideful with his honeybun, his daughter, aka, his little tiger.

And,

Willy couldn't stop thinking how fearsome the Ackermans was.

[goldafterglow]

hi consider this, ezra spits in both reader and fins mouth, and the reader spits into dins mouth Also do u think javi spits like i need a run down on characters that both spit and are spit INTO thank u it has been me.,.,.,., shawty.,.,,..,.

MRS. SHAWTY I AM CONSIDERING IT

Warnings: 18+, spitting, s*x

Characters That Spit:

Javier Peña

Oh this man loves to see you on your knees, mouth open for him. He’d be all “Baby, open up for me. I want you to swallow everything I give you.” And of course you do, because it makes him so happy to see you behave. He’ll spit in your mouth after he’s had his face buried in your pussy - “Wanna taste your cum baby? Tastes so good.”

Agent Whiskey

He’s real gentle about it, asking “woncha open up darlin’? Daddy’s got a surprise for you.” And when he spits in your mouth and you smile? Oh he knows you’re the perfect honeybun sugar bear of his dreams. When he’s fucking you slow and deep, meaning into you as you rock your hips around his cock in his lap, he’ll tell you to open wide so he can spit your mouth. He’ll kiss you instead of making you swallow, exchanging the slick for something hot and messy.

Ezra

Oh this messy man? SPITTER. He likes everything messy, and he spits on everything. He’ll spit in your mouth, spit on your pussy so he can watch it glide down your glistening clit and mix with your pussy, in his hand before he jerks off over your tits. He wants you to hold your mouth open, his hand gripping your jaw so he can watch it slide down your tongue and into your throat. A true dirty scoundrel.

Characters That Are Spit Into:

Din Djarin

He is a very dumb dick baby, his mouth is always open for anyone bold enough to spit in it. This especially applies to cottagecore!Ezra and the reader, both of whom enjoy spitting in their moonlight’s mouth because always swallows. And he always says “thank you Daddy.”

Maxwell Lord

Do I need to explain this one? Spit in his fucking mouth and call him a naughty little boy. Tell him he is a dirty slut and then make him say it outloud - “I am a dirty slut”. This man will beg if you demand it of him. He loves being tied up and forced to behave. So when he looks up at you with stars in his eyes he moans as you hold his jaw open, moans again when you spit.

Ezra

He would LOVE it if you spat in his mouth. He would absolutely adore it. His tongue would be out so eager when you look down at him and tell him to stick it out. He’ll swallow anything you give him, and he’ll ask you to do it again.

Frankie

Oh poor Frankie baby. His eyes shiver when you touch him, his knees shudder weak and fall heavy in the ground when you kiss him. Of course he’d let you spit in his mouth. He’d let you do anything to him so long as you want him. He might even ask you to do it - “Baby will you spit in my mouth? Please baby?” - very shy and soft-spoken.

Tags: @djxrxn @jangofctts

[oakleaf--bearer]

honeymoon suite: currently unoccupied

helens comment about the honeymoon suite made me laugh so i wrote this 

enjoy 

also on ao3

Jon sighed.

Of course she did. Nothing could ever be simple.

"What?" Martin looked at him.

"Nothing, it's just Helen." Jon waved his hand. "The path she's chosen, it's bought us- you'll see."

"Ok-ayyyyy..." Martin said slowly.

"No, it's not bad, it's just her idea of a joke."

"That's not reassuring."

Jon nodded. "No, I suppose it isn't."

Martin kept shooting him looks as they walked down the corridor. Jon knew he was being cryptic again and that Martin would tease him mercilessly once they were out of Helen's domain. Or out of Helen, Jon supposed.

"Oh, fuck off."

Ah. He'd spotted it, then.

"Like I said, her idea of a joke."

"Are those roses?"

"Yes, I believe they are."

"And chocolate hearts."

"Hmm."

Martin shook his head. "Jon, what even is this?"

"The Honeymoon Suite." Jon intoned. "We can go around it."

"I'm almost curious. What's inside there?"

"I don't even know where to begin."

Martin shuddered. "Aren't we technically inside her right now? Wouldn't she know?"

"Yes. I don't think it would bother her. Not that I'm suggesting-"

Martin held up his hands. "No, god no, absolutely not. That's where I draw the line."

"Quite. We can go in if you're curious."

"Really? You wouldn't mind? Isn't there, you know, stuff that you don't... have experience with."

"I'm asexual, not a child. I know what typically happens in a Honeymoon Suite."

Martin chuckled and opened the door, carefully stepping over the flowers and chocolates on the floor. He flipped the light switch on.

"Good lord." Jon leant around him. "Helen is certainly creative."

A slowly spinning disco ball cast sparkly red light around the room and soft jazz music drifted from hidden speakers. The bed, or what could feasibly be called the bed, took up the centre of the room, a monstrous heart shaped pile of pillows.

"I-" Martin started, then caught whatever thought was in his head. "What even-"

"Indeed."

"Is that a mirror?"

"It is. I guess she thought we might want to unwind."

Martin snorted. "What, she heard us talking about finding a place to rest and got jealous?"

"That might be part of it. To be honest I think that this is just another part of her illusion of friendship." Jon crossed the room and sat carefully on the edge of the bed. "At least we know it's never been used."

Martin glanced at him and laughed. "God you look ridiculous."

"Thanks." Jon frowned.

"No, I just-" He waved around the room. "This isn't your typical habitat."

"I'm not a wild animal, Martin."

He raised an eyebrow. "Interesting choice of words given the setting."

Jon groaned. "Shush. Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Flirting. This is neither the time nor the place."

"I disagree, this is specifically engineered to be both the time and the place." Martin crossed the room until he stood in front Jon. "We are in a room designed for me to flirt you into bed."

Jon covered his face with his hands and tipped backwards. "Helen is the worst."

Martin flopped onto the bed next to him, watching the way Jon bounced slightly. "She's not that bad. I'm sorry, I promise I won't try and entice you into my sheets with cheesy pickup lines. Even if you do look like you fell from heaven."

Jon groaned and rolled so that he could bury his face in Martin's shirt.

"Haha. I'm sorry, I'll stop."

"Thank you." Jon mumbled, sprawling back on the bed.

"Anything for my honeybun."

Jon spluttered.

"Sugar bear?"

"Martin."

"Love bug?"

"I hate you. I hate you so much." Jon looked at him, blushing. "If you, ah, wanted to- I'm happy to give you a minute if you wanted to make use of the... accoutrements that Helen has provided."

Martin sat up slowly, staring down at Jon. "What do you mean 'accoutrements'?"

Jon's ears turned red.

"She didn't."

"I'm afraid she did. Like I said, her idea of a joke. Don't look in the wardrobe."

"Oh god. Can we leave? I really don't want to see what kind of... you know, the Spiral comes up with."

"By all means. We have work to do."

Martin pulled Jon off the bed and ushered him out of the room, shooting horrified glances at the wardrobe before shutting the door firmly. Somewhere, both down the corridor and all around them, Jon heard Helen's laughter.

[mordellestories]

Give a Beetle a Bone

It was a fucking disaster, is what it was! It wasn't like Betelgeuse's plans had never gone to shit, quite the opposite; his plans ALWAYS went to shit in some way or another, but this time? This time took the fucking cake ! Getting eaten by a sandworm just moments away from being free as a bat at dusk, now that's a story to tell the grandkids–wherever the fuck those little turds were. How could this be the end? How could he have gotten so close, only to come out of the other end of a giant, very satisfied, striped asshole? At least one of them enjoyed themselves. He shuddered at the memory of being squeezed right out into a steaming mountain of sandworm shit.

What was he supposed to do now? Wait his turn with the other deadbeats in waiting room 8, just to get bitched out by the cunt-of-an-ex-boss? Again?! No. No freaking way. This was it. This was the last straw that broke the corpses back, and Betelgeuse was ready to go to war .

The riled up poltergeist shot out of his chair, still in tatters from his meet and greet with the jaws and intestines of that legless, enthusiastic fucker on Saturn. (The beast actually took a liking to Betelgeuse once he was out. Must have grazed the thing’s sweet spot or some shit.)

"I'm not gonna stand for this," Betelgeuse said with righteous determination while standing. "I'm the ghost with the most!" He beat his chest with an angry fist and stomped his foot on the ground. "I do what I want when I want, and none of you dupes can do a thing about it!"

"You!" Miss Argentina shouted from the reception. "I can hit this big red button right here and send you right back to where you came from if you like," she grinned wickedly.

Betelgeuse held up his hands in surrender. "Woah! Not necessary, babe," he winked, exposing his grimy overbite. "I'm just gonna hit the john, maybe have some grub, and I'll be right back." He chuckled slowly and dangerously, placing his hand to his chest and straightening. "Cross my heart and hope to live," he cackled wildly and popped into the midplane between life and death. Time to pay up, betrothed. His shrieking laughter rang through time and space as he zeroed in on his target.

He landed in a darkroom. It took a few moments to realize he was trapped in a negative hung to dry.

"You ruin my art, and I'll ruin your afterlife," droned a familiar feminine voice from afar.

Betelgeuse craned his neck every which way to catch a glimpse of the snot-nosed, betraying, little shit. The backstabbing kid was gonna feel his wrath from here to kingdom come– HOLY HANGIN' GEMSTONES BELOW!

A slim form was hunched over a table, examining her work with a Buddhist monk's calm and concentration—jet black hair pulled up in a messy bun, chocolate eyes, moonlight pale skin, and grown up in every way that counted in his books!

Mother o' pearl, look at those tits!

"Yowzers!" Betelgeuse let out, followed by a sharp whistle. "How long was I in that literal shithole," he grumbled and scratched his head, utterly confounded.

"Eighteen years," Lydia replied dryly, not sparing a glance in the poltergeist's way, making Betelgeuse feel entirely insignificant.

It was insulting. It was infuriating. It was-it was-it was... It was a massive turn on , and Betelgeuse was instantaneously stiff in more ways than one.

He leered in her direction, even though she was still ignoring him, and scanned her top to toes again, shaking his head in bewilderment. Betelgeuse hummed with approval. "May I just say, you're lookin' like a beetle on a cracker ta me right now, babe. Ya sure as hell didn't get your pop's looks, thank my lucky stars," he mumbled the rest.

Lydia arched a brow, the only sign she had heard him at all.

Lordy-lord! That stoic, unperturbed, porcelain face was making him itch in all the right places.

"I wondered when you'd have the stones to come back," Lydia murmured absentmindedly.

Oh, this bitch was messing with the wrong dead man. "Is that right," he drawled with a sneer. "Well, honeybun, your wait is over. Time to ta hold up your end of our deal."

Lydia scoffed with the tiniest smile, her complete amused disregard for the poltergeist going straight to his dick.

Look at me, look at me, look at me! Betelgeuse shook himself and tried to sound as menacing as possible and not like he wanted to grovel at her feet and beg her to scratch his head like the flea-infested dog he was. "Sweetums," he warned, "I think you remember what I'm capable of–hard to forget, I'm sure. I'd watch yourself if I were you."

This time, Lydia did turn her gaze up to meet the ghost, but the look on her face was far from frightened. There was a wicked glint in her hooded eyes, but the rest her face remained as impassive as ever. "What are you going to do? Summon a merry-go-round and a jumping mice circus? Dress as a clown? Oh, wait," her brow furrowed slightly, "you're already in costume."

Oh my god... Cupid had aimed a long-range missile right between his legs and shot his cock up to the heavens that didn't exist a moment ago.

Betelgeuse actually needed to swallow for the first time since he'd keeled over. His jaw was slack, and his eyes were bugged out. He needed to get this shit under control, or he was gonna roll over and let his tongue loll out of his panting, rabid mouth. He cleared his throat and adjusted the lapels of his ruined wedding tux.

Lydia had the decency to keep eye contact, but it unnerved him, and that was just insane. "Listen, kid, uh, woman, uh, pretty lady," he stammered, "I bent the laws of nature for you, saved your friends, scared your folks straight, I'm due some compensation, okay?" Betelgeuse couldn't get over sounding like a handyman being gypped out of his hard-earned cash by an unsatisfied customer. "We made a deal," he all but whined.

The medium raised a single brow and smirked, giving Betelgeuse her undivided but callous attention. "Poor Betelgeuse," she cooed.

The ghost could not suppress the electric sparks from shooting out of his ears at the sound of his name on those pretty pink lips.

"Oh, baby ," Betelgeuse drawled, desire gripping onto his sanity and wringing it out like an old dishrag. "Two more times, and I'm yours," he breathed with manic, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything, and I mean... anything," he pronounced while whipping his arms open to make it abundantly clear.

Betelgeuse could feel Lydia's eyes appraising him, and he was suddenly, painfully aware that he looked like he'd been chewed and shat out of a Saturn giant. She was looking at him like he was a bug–and not in a good way.

"Anything?"

Betelgeuse latched onto the intrigue like a lifeline, because that's exactly what it was! "Anything," he swore and knew he'd follow through because-holy shit-she was gorgeous. To prove his point, he blinked a bouquet of roses into Lydia's arms.

Surprise registered on Lydia's face and then a smile, and fuck, he felt like she'd given him a treat for being a good boy.

"Cute," she deadpanned and let the flowers drop to the floor, "but cliche."

Betelgeuse snapped his fingers, a box of chocolates manifested next, which Lydia snorted at.

A wave of his hand brought a generous shower of jewels and gems.

She rolled her eyes.

Betelgeuse snarled. "Aw, c'mon! Waddya want?! Dresses?" All manner of old fashioned gowns fell onto Lydia's lap. "Just say the word, and it's yours."

Lydia seemed somewhat pleased with the wardrobe above everything else, but it still wasn't the reaction any other woman would have had. Hell's bells, this woman was hard to please! He hit all the staples, didn't he? What else could a chick want?!

"Hmm," the stoic beauty hummed and shrugged, "I dunno, Betelgeuse ."

"One more B-word, snookums," the ghost pleaded.

She sighed dramatically. "I'm not very impressed, and I honestly have everything I've ever set my mind to," she looked at her nails and then dead in his eyes. "Except..."

Betelgeuse pressed his face up against the photo's barrier, squishing his crooked nose and fogging up the image. "Tell me," he purred, fire igniting every cold bit of his soul.

"You."

Betelgeuse let out a high-pitched wheeze and shot a hand to his dead heart. "Me?! Fuck, babe, ya got me! Hook, line, and sinker! Let me outta here!" He clawed at his prison and whimpered.

Lydia's grin was downright evil, and the ghost shook in his boots. "I'm not going to marry you," she clarified. Betelgeuse deflated but waited for her to continue. "But, I'll let you out every once in a while if you're a good boy."

Good boy. "Want me ta be good? I'll be good for ya. I'll sprout wings and a halo for you, babes."

"I don't think you understand," Lydia chuckled and shook her head, bemused. "I'll own your soul, you'll be my errand boy for all of my whims, and I decide if and when you get to come out to play."

"Yes." Betelgeuse had said it without hesitation, and no follow-up.  

Lydia's eyebrows disappeared under her bangs. "You can't be serious," she narrowed her eyes. "I'm offering you scraps!"

Upon snapping his fingers again, Betelgeuse's ears grew and flopped over, a tail sprouted out of his ass crack, and a collar with the name Lydia in big neon green letters wrapped around his neck.

"As long as those scraps come from your table, Lyds, I'll sit, rollover, and even play dead for ya." He grinned wide, let his tongue roll out past his chin as he panted, and let out a needy bark.

It was obviously the right thing to do because the passive woman burst out laughing. It was music to Betelgeuse's new doggie ears. He was so in trouble.

"Okay," she let out on a breathy giggle. "Then we got a deal... Betelgeuse ."

The ghost cackled and cheered. "Aw, yeah! It's showtime, babes!"

Mordelle on Ao3

[inkykeiji]

HI HI CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BB!!

I'd like a HQ halloween mathcup plz thank🥺

Between Mattsun, Kuroo and Atsumu who do you think I vibe with?

I'm 155 cm and I generally seem unapproachable because of my sleeve & back tattoos + my rbf lol. But once I'm friends with someone, I have a warm and affectionate personality.i am a chaotic introvert at best tbh. I love teasing people, reading books, working out, dancing(even tho I can't lmao) and so on. I'm really good at strategy games like chess. I am also confident in myself regarding my skills and physical appearance. All of my interactions with friends primarily consist of memes and funny shit I found on youtube. Self proclaimed meme lord and generally a clown🤡. With people, I enjoy laughing and talking abt anything & everything but there are times where I love their quiet company. I love tol boys and I have a thing for kissing their foreheads lmao wtf. Down for stupid shit anytime although I do have somewhat fo a reserved nature at first.LOVE NAPPING Usually chill but I can read people well and quiet them easily when needed. Not afraid to throw hands anytime lmao. have gotten caught multiple times jamming out to Pumped up Kicks and Killing me softly when I'm feeling ✨murderous✨ . A slytherin and an INFJ

Sorry if this was all over the place!!

-🤡anon

aaaah tysm honeybun!! absolutely! <3 also i LOVE that u included ur hogwarts house omg

i match you with ⇢ kuroo tetsurou! first off he’d think your tattoos are the sickest things ever. i genuinely think your personalities would mesh so well together, too—you have a lot of similar interests, but he’s just a tad calmer than you and is able to reign in your chaos if/when he needs to (esp if ur about to FIGHT he’s all ‘no, babe, it’s not worth it’ in that deep gentle voice,,, u know the one). y’all are DEFINITELY that couple that goes to the gym + for runs together and that everyone’s secretly jealous of because ur so dang cute. y’all would also roast people like no fuckin tomorrow w your sharp, clever tongues, but you know what’s too far and are very careful never to cross that line with anyone (if you do, you both feel rly bad and always figure out a way to make it up to whoever it is you accidentally/unintentionally upset—it really bothers both of you if you don’t resolve it and make amends). you both have killer intuition and know when a friend needs some extra comfort and always agree whether u do or don’t vibe w someone the two of u just met. always always always giggling to urselves (makes kenma a lil paranoid but you’re both more than happy to repeatedly assure him it is never about him <33) + generally in ur own lil world a lot <3

what you carve into your pumpkin ⇢ owls, just to spite n tease bokuto any time he comes over to ur place

which halloween candy you eat the most of ⇢  oh henry or twix!

couples costume ⇢ ZOMBIE CLOWNS. terrifying. hilarious. you have SO much fun making the costumes and absolutely 110% go all out on the makeup. lots of sticky fake blood + prosthetics!! (omg omg OR zombie hogwarts students; ur slytherin he’s ravenclaw)

how you celebrate halloween ⇢ a zombie crawl (obviously!!) that ends in a massive street party!! you get compliments on your costumes literally all night because you two look that damn good. some friends probably join you for the crawl, and your night is filled with lots of loud laughing, good music, and fun <33 you’re too tired and drunk after the street party to go all the way home, so y’all go have a cute ass lil sleepover at whichever one of ur friends houses is the closest!!

clari’s 1k halloween matchups! 👻

[celestianstars]

Hi honeybun! I know I don't talk often, I just don't be knowing what to say😭 lol but I have a gift for you ma'am. Look up @thecreekman on IG and thank me later😏☺

Aww hi it’s ok!! 🥰🥰🥰 AND SIS....I

GOOD LORD OMFG

[og-danny-dorito]

(N)sfw matchups, daredevil/punisher pls? Straight she/her Leo (Sag moon), I have black pixie cut, dark blue eyes + dimples. I’m 1/2 Navajo, and love any kind of skating. I don’t really use sarcasm. I usually tell ppl what they want to hear. I’m thin and like to wear rings. I love animals and kids. I used to be a live-in nanny. I can’t stand the feel of velvet. I’m good at baking and usually do it when I’m stressed (even at 2am). I adore being called angel or bunny. Thank you! ♥️♥️

of course! and- unrelated i know -but i’ve personally always wanted dimples! i just think i could pull them off nearly as well as you do tho :0

I Ship You With... Frank Castle!

S F W :

- OKAY so like, usually when doing lists like these i’ll look up certain characters that i think would fit and see if the zodiac signs match up, and my dumb ass KNEW from the start exactly who you’d get

- not only are your signs compatible, but your personalities just click!!! it makes so much sense for him to just have such a kind and fun s/o for someone so roughed up by the world. you compliment each other in your interests, in the way you think- even down to how you act (sometimes)

- frank would be more gentle if he hadn't gone through so much to make him more of a brute-force kinda guy, but your kind and carefree demeanor makes him feel less,,, guarded

- at first he didnt like it, how easy you could real down his walls, but the late night calls and meet-ups at random places at 2AM soon made it apparent that he was falling. hard.

- it’s in his personality to fall in love with someone’s personality before their looks but the first time he saw you something invisible gut just knew that you were perfect

- from your short and spunky hair, small frame, even your cute little dimples when you smiled at something he would say- you were pure.fragile.deicate

- at first he tried to stay away from you. he didnt want to cause you pain like he had done to others in the past, or worry you with his line of work. it wasnt something he was willing to risk, both for his sake and your own

- but somehow, someway, you wormed your way into his heart, and now he wouldnt be able to imagine it any other way!

- after the death of his family, he’s been a little bit more aware of the gifts of the good things in life. you might think he’s paranoid from how nervous he gets when you’re away from him, like hes scared of loosing you if he lets you slip too far from his grip

- but he means well in the end. between the consistent texts when you’re away for an hour longer than you usually are and the death glares at any friend he finds “suspicious”, he genuinely just wants to keep his honeybun safe

- frank’s love language has always been more of the ‘acts of service’ type since hes feels like he never gets out what he means when he tries to speak, so expect to wake up in the morning with your dishes done, trash taken out, and food made for you with a little sticky note saying how much he loves you and when he’ll be back

- hes just very considerate and soft but the kindof soft that wouldn't hesitate to kill a man if someone were to hurt you

N S F W :

- you probably shouldn't be surprised that his generous nature will spill over into your sex life as well 😂

- dude is more than eager to please you at his own expense and will spend HOURS using his tongue to work wonders on you

- it doesnt help that his mouth is absolutley filthy (in more ways than one). while he does love and cherish you and want to make you feel loved, he wont hesitate to be a little disciplinary with you if you’re being bratty on purpose

- not exactly sadistic but likes to have some sort of authority, whether it be in an endearing way or in a commanding way

- you don't have to call him “daddy” or anything like that if you dont want to, hes indifferent, but any term of authority usually gets him going really quickly

- if you do call him daddy though- ...oh lord

- frank is flipping you over in less than a second to have facing away from him, his lips coming dangerously close to your ear as you feel him rub up against you from behind with the sudden closeness he’s adopted

- its pretty undeniable that hes rock hard, his gravelly voice barely above a whisper as he utters a few simple words that get something within you forming a tight- and frankly annoying -coil at the pit of your stomach: “Don’t tease daddy, bunny. Unless you want to get yourself punished.”

- with your consent of course, hes more than willing to let up on it to resort to gentle lovemaking instead

- his favorite position for this is usually missionary since he can kiss all over your face while ramming into you with a force unbeknownst to man, but this GOD of aftercare is cleaning you off in less than a second and cuddling up with you as soon as you’re both done

- showers after rae always nice too since he can still fall asleep with you in his arms after, but generally speaking he loves you regardless of what you may want for him

- “Anything for you, angel.”

[ ~Thank You For Asking!~ ]