#that and I don't care about MCs one bit it's wild how little fucks I give

[forsakenwitchery]

I really am trying not to touch patch 6 before I finish Banishers because tbh I find Banishers kinda tiring and repetative and if I go into BG3 now I might as well just delete Banishers lol but boy are the comments like HAVE YOU SEEN PATCH 6 KISSES testing me lol

I'm probably gonna give up at this point, gotta do some work and then it's patch 6 I guess 😂

Fear not, I will see the kisses soon enough, and I had a horny vid planned long before patch 6 dropped soooo 👀

[vermilionsun]

hellooo, i really love the headcanons u write 4 touchstarved. i totally understand if ur uncomfortable writing about this, so no pressure. but if ur okay with it, i’d be curious to see how the lis (whichever u prefer, but preferably leander or someone with a visible scar ><) would react to an mc with sh scars.

TW! Implied self–harm [as per the request] Let’s start with the basics; this is not romanticising sh in any way, shape or form—I believe it’s obvious

If anyone ever feels the need to let something out of their chest/venting, or even chit-chat about this and that, my messages are and will remain open <3

And always remember; Seeking help is a sign of strength, not weakness.

𝓐𝓲𝓼

✩ He didn't mean to see them. He wasn't trying to look for them.

✩ His eyes widened slightly before narrowing again. The subtle shift in his expression betrayed his thoughts as he debated whether or not to acknowledge what he saw.

✩ "What are those?" Not subtle, not discreet, straight to the point. "How did they happen?" he asked, his tone blunt but oddly caring.

✩ He took a step forward, and then another, standing so close that he could easily reach out and touch them. "Listen, I'm not gonna judge you or anything. I just wanna know…”

✩ He’s worried as fuck

✩ but remains as calm as can be, letting them take their time

✩ He took it upon himself to make sure the scars were healing properly (with what little knowledge he had from helping Kuras)

𝓚𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼

✞ His eyes narrow minutely. He doesn’t show any sign of fear or disgust, and that somehow is even more alarming than it would’ve been if he had. The expression on his face is almost blank.

✞ His tone remains even, betraying nothing of his thoughts or emotions. Something in his stare is just the slightest bit piercing, however. He’s assessing them, studying all of the details of their form and expression. He’s… unnervingly perceptive. He keeps just barely out of arm's reach.

✞ His coat rustles as he gently reaches out, like he’s trying not to startle a small wild animal. A single long, slender finger traces one of the scars. "My. That is serious scarification. How did it happen?" He asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer. Or maybe he does, and he just doesn't want to believe it.

✞ He will push for an answer.

✞ There’s a long, heavy silence. A flicker of understanding clouds his expression. "Why?" The sharp tone melts away, replaced by gentleness.

✞ He lets out a tired sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, all the tension leaving his body. For that moment, the mask of the competent, emotionless doctor falters, and he suddenly looks older, more worn-down, more vulnerable.

✞ "Don't… I've heard the same story far too many times."

𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

🗡"Hey, what are those from?" His expression remained the same for a brief moment, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, fixated on the scars.

🗡When he noticed the pause, he took a step closer, maintaining a respectful distance. "It's alright. You can tell me."

🗡 As the words left their lips, Leander's expression shifted slightly, reflecting a tinge of surprise and a hint of understanding, though he remained calm. "You..." Leander started, choosing his words carefully. "Did you do this to yourself...?"

🗡The concern in his eyes intensified, and his voice dropped to a soft, gentle murmur. "Are there more?"

🗡 His fingers instinctively reach out—

🗡 He gently drew them into a tight embrace, holding them close against his chest, his body warm and firm against theirs. "Nevermind. You don't have to say a word. I'm here for you."

🗡 "You know, scars aren't all bad. They're reminders that you've survived, that you're stronger than you give yourself credit for…. Just promise me you won't do it again. Those scars... they don't belong on you."

𝓜𝓱𝓲𝓷

🕊 Mhin's demeanor would change the moment they'd spot their scars

🕊 They’d hesitate only momentarily before walking up to them, yanking any fabric away and inspecting them

🕊 "How old are they?" They’d ask, their voice a bit softer compared to their earlier attitude.

🕊 They’re just.. staring at them, the gears in their head clearly turning. Mhin looked quite… shocked, like they’d seen a ghost roaming the streets of Eridia.

🕊 “You did this on purpose,” they concluded. "Were you trying to…?" Their voice is careful, treading on thin ice.

🕊 For once, they ignored their pride and went with something their heart was telling him to do instead of their head; They soaked a cloth in the disinfectant eyes flickering back up to their ace before carefully bringing it to the scars. They worked silently, cleaning the wounds with surprisingly gentle touch before wrapping them in bandages once done.

🕊 “Who drove you to it?”

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓮

✦ Ỳ̶̡̮̜̙̑̈́͆̄̌̾̈́̔̚͘ͅỏ̸̢̨̖̺̦̫̀͊̏̊͝u̷͚̜̟̟̪͎͙͂́̉̑̌̀̊̔̄̾̌͝r̴̨̞̪̽͋̌͜ ̵̧̡̞̺͔̖̳̱̗͈̩̟͛͋͜ͅͅs̷͈̯͊̀̃́̿̿c̶̨̨̜͈͙͈̱̀̑́̎ą̴̙̞̟̰̙͓̫̽͑r̴̢̢̡̙̭͖̦̝̺̮̄͑̍͛̓͗̂̿̂̿̓̒̈́̕ṣ̵́̈́̉̋̂̏͛̐̂̑͊̾́̕̕.̴̖̤̱͙̀̀ ̴̢̧͇̮͈̥̮̲͈̫̓̄̔̋ͅ

✦ It's unexpected. He is really close to them—too close for comfort. So close that they're able to feel the heat of his breath.

✦ His face is calm, almost emotionless, but there is something like deep thoughtfulness in his eyes and a little bit of irritation that he is clearly trying to conceal. 

✦ "A lot of them..." His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. There's something strange in his tone. "Who did that?" They feel his rough fingers on their skin, his touch not gentle, but not as harsh and cold as they'd expect. He seems tense now, looking at them with a kind of coldness that they hadn't seen from him before.

✦ He suddenly makes a quiet huffing sound, as if he's almost sneering. “What a waste.” He mutters and he finally steps back a little, his gaze still on their scars. “Stupid… What was even the point?” It’s something like a sincere question, that came out without him realizing it.

✦ He’s clearly trying to figure something out, staring them down, observing every muscle, twitch and every subtle movement

✦ “Was it worth it?”

[little-emerald-snake]

I come bearing another potential "sequel" idea. Obviously you don't have to write this. I randomly thought back to the "Sebastian with a reverse PA" story and, well...

Let's say f!MC decides she wants to return the favor, in a way. She decides to get a piercing of her own that can help stimulate them both. My mind says either a tongue piercing or a fourchette piercing, but that's completely up to you if you decide you like this idea 🤭

Anyways, she gets it and it becomes so hard not to ruin the surprise and she's holding off because it's still healing. She has to keep coming up with excuses for why they can't (too tired, have to study, etc). Both Seb and MC are sexually frustrated so by the time she feels it's healed enough, it's feral while also trying to be careful with both piercings.

(I'm just realizing how both my requests have a bit of a theme to them. Don't know what that says about me 🤣 Anyways, much love 💜)

Piercings pt3 - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

My lovely cyan1de, your brain is absolutely filthy and I love it 🫶🏻. I’ve taken your inspo but I changed the piercing to something with a little less heal time for the stories sake. Hope you like it anyway 💕. Thank you as always for the requests!

Warnings: descriptions of healing piercing, please have mercy and if you get a ‘spicy’ piercing let it heal fully/follow aftercare instructions so you don’t get an infection, modern college a/u, unprotected p-in-v, oral f receiving, mattress fucking?

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Things had been incredible between them. While they had no label per say, they very much went on dates, spent the night with each other and hooked up fairly regularly.

She knew his birthday was only a few weeks away and while he swore he only wanted to spend the day with her and refused gift ideas, she had a fun little idea that had manifested after a saucy conversation or two about piercings.

After talking plenty about his she’d decided to ask what he’d think if a partner were to get one. He chuckled and gave her a wild playful look, hair messy from the combination of sweat and her fingers carding through it. “Wouldn’t mind it. What? You thinking about getting one?”

She’d only shrugged playfully, pretending to mull it over. She couldn’t deny the fact that she had in fact been thinking about getting a piercing ever since their first encounter. “Well if you do decide you want one-“ he paused to wiggle his brows and glanced at her bare chest “or two…I think it would be hot. But don’t feel like you need one just because I got one.”

She’d of course done her research of healing and pain and decided her top contender was a VCH piercing. Between the benefits, healing time, and the aesthetics of it she decided that would be the piercing she got.

Her roommate had agreed to go with her and hold her hand while she got it done, all kinds of on board for her and Sebastian since she seemed to be really happy since they’d started hooking up.

Thankfully the piercing wasn’t too painful, a big pinch and a bit of soreness but nothing she couldn’t handle. Her roommate had been hysterically laughing since she’d gotten home to look at it and her first words uttered were “She’s so pretty!”.

The next day Sebastian had tried to come over between classes for a bit of midday fun. But she’d quickly made the excuse that she was really tired and needed a nap. She’d also carefully evaded going back to his after a coffee date by saying she had to do some extra studying.

Luckily she’d been able to just get away with a good blowjob for him on the couch during their movie night at his place later in the week. He’d started to get a little suspicious after about two weeks of evaded sexual encounters or only blowjobs. “You know you can talk to me right? Like if something is wrong…is something wrong?”

She quickly waved him off just saying she’s been having some hormone changes which have made her tired and have a lower libido. In all honesty she was having an incredibly hard time telling him no, but she was almost halfway through the recovery and was determined to surprise him with her new piercing. “Love, is this because of your period?” He’d said while nipping the spot just below her ear, grinding against her thigh. “You know I don’t mind a bit of blood, I’ll still take good care of her. I promise.”

She of course already knew this since they’d already had period sex and he hadn’t been deterred in the slightest. Of course he’d been all too accommodating of her surge of desires during her ovulating week though.

He whispered incredibly sweet things and treated her like a princess but they definitely were a very sexually active couple. So when his hands began to wander when she stayed the night just a few days into her third week of healing she was losing her battle.

He whispered raunchy filth into her ear, rubbing and grinding against her inner thigh and moving closer to her crotch. One intense drag against her had her wincing and her mouth falling open.

Sebastian immediately stopped, cupping her face in his palms. “What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

She finally broke down, just three days before his birthday she felt like it was unavoidable at this point. She flashed a shy smile, looking up at him cheekily. “So you know how I talked to you about getting a piercing right?”

Sebastian’s lust lidded eyes popped and she swore she saw them sparkle. “You didn’t.” He looked down between them as if he’d see it through her clothes. He looked back up with wide eyes. “Holy shit…what did you get pierced?”

She laughed and rolled him off of her, carefully shimmying out of her pajama shorts and spreading her legs for him. “Surprise! Happy Birthday.”

His eyes darkened and he looked up, licking his lips. “Gods I’ve missed your pussy…and now she’s all pretty for me. God you know you didn’t have to do that.”

She smiled, blushing as he looked back down in awe. “I wanted it. It wasn’t just for you, promise. What do you think?”

He licked his lips again and she practically moaned from the look on his face. “How long till it’s healed?”

She bit into her bottom lip nervously. “Healing time is 4-8 weeks and it’s been 3 weeks and 4 days.”

His eyes widened. “You got it to be healed perfectly on my birthday…” he crawled up the side of her body, holding her neck carefully in his palm and he whispered against her lips. “Naughty girl.”

He kissed her deeply, tasting her and groaning into their kiss. She could feel his arousal against her thigh and it had her moaning into his kiss. He pulled back, eyes dark and lusty. “You can’t make those sounds, not when I still need to let that pretty little pussy heal up baby.”

She practically whined against his lips. The soreness had long since disappeared and she knew if she kept things clean that it would likely be fine for them to fool around a bit. She pushed at him till he was shoved out of bed and standing beside it, confused. “You’ve showered, right?”

He nodded, a confused tilt of his chin as she waved him towards the bathroom. His gray shorts doing very little to cover all the freckles littering his skin or the bulging mass thickening between his legs. “Go wash your hands then come back to bed.”

His eyes bulged and he hurried to the bathroom. He came back quickly, sliding into bed with her. She could smell his hand soap and smiled up at him as he crowded over her. “What are you comfortable doing? I don’t want to hurt you.”

She reached between them, palming his erection through the sweatpants he wore and hummed softly with approval. “I need this tonight, that is, if you’ll give it to me.”

He ground against her hand, leaning down to nuzzle into her neck and inhale her scent. He groaned, rolling his hips harder before frustration pulled somewhere inside him and he reached down to free his aching cock. It sprung free, cool air kissing his swollen leaking tip, silver barbell glinting in the low light. “Gods I’ve needed your pussy.”

She giggled breathily as he notched himself at her entrance, sitting up to watch the head of himself disappearing, his eyes fixed eagerly on her brilliant new piercing. His mouth practically watered with the urge to roll his tongue against it, use his tongue to flick the jewelry over her sensitized clit. “Does it increase your stimulation?”

She nodded, gasping as the head of his cock sunk inside. She was tight from their lack of fucking and she felt him pulse excitedly from inside of her walls. “Y-yes, even just cleaning it and looking at it in the shower, whenever I bump it, feels so good.”

He groaned in agony, shutting his eyes and sliding another inch or so inside, rolling his hips to increase her friction and spread the wetness. “Gods your so fucking tight. Been too long since you've been stretched around my cock, love.”

She nodded, gripping his shoulders. His hand slid down, barely pressing against the jewelry and she cried out, legs wrapping around his waist. Holding himself back was going to be a feat and a half.

He sunk the rest of the way inside her and she constricted around him. He nudged the jewelry against her clit again and her head tossed backwards in pleasure. The sight of her falling into pleasure was absolutely breathtaking. He groaned, adjusting to straddle on leg, bringing the other so her knee hooked up over his shoulder, now spread apart his pubic bone ground against the piercing and had her moans heightening in pitch.

His thrusts were slow rolls that casually surged to desperately needy thrusts that he couldn’t hold back no matter how badly he tried. She felt far too good and it had been far too long. “God you’re cock, oh and the way your r-rubbing the piercing. Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

He chuckled as she gripped the sheets and arched up as she tightened like a vice around him. He tried to keep a cocky tone in his voice but it came out far more strained than he’d hoped. “Oh yea? Already, baby? That little piercing really does help you out, doesn’t it?”

He pressed a thumb right over the jewelry and she lurched up, practically shrieking as she rippled around him, crashing over her edge so fast. He groaned, surging his hips through her orgasm till she finally stilled, loud cries dulling to whimpering coos.

He pulled out of her, having her look down at him in hazy confusion as he settled, laying himself between her legs, spreading her warm thighs open in front of him. She flushed all the way from her cheeks to her thighs as he groaned, spreading her open and grinding his hips against the bed, glutes flexing and drawing her attention before he whispered in a gruff tone. “Fuck it.”

He dove in, licking her cunt from her silky wet opening and up to her newly decorated clit. He moaned at the taste and she frantically reached for the mass of fluffy hair. “S-Seb you can’t! You just fucked me there!”

He made another groan, rolling his hips steadily against the mattress. “I don’t care. This pussy is mine and I’ll eat it whenever I want to. I don’t care if your fresh out of the shower or freshly fucked and filled with my cum. I’ll taste you whenever the fuck I feel like it.”

Heat pooled deliciously between her legs as his tongue flicked precariously over the jewelry through her hood. He teased it over her clit, ran his tongue below it and tortured her with direct pressure that had her absolutely wild and all the while his hips never stopped against the bed.

The sight from between her legs had her quickly climbing the rungs of another orgasm. Her tugs in his hair became more urgent as her toes curled against the warm blankets and her thighs bracketed his head as she arched up into his talented tongue.

She came, shuddering and loose against his face and she didn’t stop till finally he lifted his head, licking her shiny wetness from his lips and chin.

Her eyes bulged when he sat up and she saw the strings of cum trailing from his cock to the blanket. Had he really fucked their sheets till he came while eating her out?

His eyes met hers and he glanced to where she was looking, chuckling and using that low satisfied tone that made her tingle. “How about I change the sheets while you shower off so everything stays clean?”

She swallowed, nodding and getting up into shaking feet and padding into his bathroom while he tossed sheets into the wash. He joined her and a whole new fresh wave of arousal rising inside of her as his erection slipped between the cleft of her ass and she was suddenly wondering if the slap of his balls against her clit as he fucked her from behind would feel as good as it sounded.

[bookie-bookdust]

About this bitch, Bookie

I've been on Tumblr since the dawn of time™️so these little pinned bios are wild to me, BUT:

HELLO THERE:

You can call me Bookie, Bookdust, a simp - I don't care. I am happy to brain rot about many things, but the little demon in my head makes me hyperfixate over Hogwarts Legacy, metalcore/alt/emo music, and writing. Feel free to reach out to me. I like caps lock.

Ravenclaw - INFJ - Gemini sun, Cancer moon, Libra rising - Tired

I'm an ADULT here so I will share NSFW content and I really like to fucking curse. If you're a minor, figure it out and ask your mom if you should stick around idk. That being said, I write a variety of teen to explicit-rated content. A little something for everyone. You should always assume my characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

FAN FICTION (the literature🧐):

My most popular work is Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks, which I am genuinely stunned that so many people have enjoyed it. Seriously thank you so much for all the support. It started as something to write when I had writer's block, and now I'm obsessed lololol.

Where you can read my deranged writing:

ao3 - I am most active here. This is also where I post all of my chapter fics and one shots.

Wattpad - I'll post all chapter fics and some of my one shots here. I hate WP, and I don't have the patience for it.

That's it lol. If you find my garbage anywhere else, let me know because then I'd have to go break some legs.

Other fanfic related content:

Shitty Sebastian headcanons

Shitty Ominis headcanons

Eventually more will be hereeeeee maybe lol

OTHER STUPID SHIT:

I will always write Sebastian with MC. Not sorry one bit lol.

I do love Ominis though too, but Sebastian just rots my brain.

Poppy is a sweet baby angel who will smack anyone as needed.

I have a tendency to write Anne as semi-antagonistic (swear I don't mean to idk why it keeps happening).

I love the morally gray zone of Dark Magic and how it affects characters.

I don't like Draco Malfoy lol.

WE NEED MORE RAVENCLAW REPRESENTATION!!!!

My female characters are gonna be messy. Always. They don't jog for fun. They have constant bedhead. Poor impulse control. Love to torture themselves. I'm on the complex female character bus, and I will run over all pedestrians.

My main MC does actually have a name. I'll soft launch her eventually with a backstory and a bio. I love her deranged little head.

I'm pretty strict on AI. You do NOT have permission to feed my work into AI. I will curse your entire bloodline if you do. I'm like 5'1" of pure vengeance and fury, trust me.

I don't tolerate rudeness, bullying, misogyny, racism, or homo/transphobia. I will find you and eat your bones if you try shit. (I'll actually just ignore and block you, but you never know). Also fuck JK Rowling lol.

If you read all of this, then you've earned a tiny shard of my soul in thanks, friend. Here's to more delusion and fanfiction.

Thanks for stopping bye! 🥰

[domokunrainbowkinz]

babe wake up its time for more manhwa posting!!!!!

titles mentioned:

painter of the night (18+)

bend over backwards (18+)

miscreants and mayhem (18+)

fly me to the moon

why Ophelia couldn't leave

taming the tiger (18+)

walk on water (18+)

codename: anastasia (18+)

the ghost's nocturne (18+)

steel under silk (18+)

dreadful night (18+)

toxin (18+)

smyrna and capri (18+)

roses and champagne (18+)

painter of the night (18+) - listen so many ppl talk abt this one and have hyped it up so much, but unfortunately I didn't really like it 😔 I do like their relationship at the end and they are very loving but the journey....bruh 💀 I just think it could've been so much more interestingly written, and I think most of my problems stem from me just straight up not liking nakyum as a character. the art is very pretty though. I would skip if you're not a fan of passive/weak MC'S who are treated like shit by the ML in the beginning but get stockholmed into developing feelings somehow (I rly don't know how else to explain it IDK MAN). warning for non-con/dub-con between the 2 leads.

bend over backwards (18+) - very cute!!!! it does start out kinda toxic and in like a transactional/coercive FWB situationship, but it doesn't last super duper long and they do end up being very cute and loving. I have this bookmarked as my comfort read 😌

miscreants and mayhem (18+) - HEAR ME OUT THIS ONE SLAPPED OK. I originally was gonna skip this one bc the main pairing is uh about a guy and his step-son 🧍‍♀️. extremely questionable rship and he does get called "dad" when theyre fucking but my 4th wall must be made of titanium bc I was able to look past that due to the way the story was written. it deals a lot with the mc's guilt about failing his family and not being able to raise his step-son, and he blames himself for why his step-son turned out the way he did. a wild ride with the most HWOOOO spicy scenes that i would definitely give a try if you're able to like look past the inherent weirdness of the rship.

fly me to the moon - God this one started out so promising but as soon as the main pairing was established the MC's personality went poof 😭 WHAT HAPPENED TO MY NO-NONSENSE SARCASTIC CHAIN-SMOKING MOMMY....THEY TURNED HER INTO A TYPICAL DAMSEL IN DISTRESS 😭😭 this also was giving "I can't believe it's not omegaverse!!" bc they were talking about like pheromones and scenting and imprinting, it had me going "is this straight omegaverse.....??" I think I knew it was time to drop this when I started caring more about the unhinged insane 2nd ML that everyone hates more than the main couple bc at least he elicits an interesting rxn from the MC rather than the boring ass vanilla insta-love vibes of the main pairing. maybe I just have weird taste 😭

why Ophelia couldn't leave - once again started off promising but started going downhill once the main pairing was established 😔 I think it's bc I was expecting more of a battle of wits or mutual manipulation story, but there wasn't a whole lot of that. i thought the ML's personality was quite flat, bc although i am biased towards obsessive characters, the way he was written just didn't click with me since he has no depth besides "I love ophelia". I did think the slow reveal of the truth behind the parents' death was interesting, they do feed you some info bit by bit, and Ophelia's unreliable narration also helped with the mystery. honestly I was a little mad when I finished this one bc I lowkey felt like I wasted my time 😭

taming the tiger (18+) - by the same author as "miscreants and mayhem", this one was A Ride. this pairing is the definition of matching each others' freak and it also had the best spicy scenes out of all the ones i've read so far like they made me go aWOOGAAAAA!!!!! it can get quite sad near the end but i personally LOVED the way it ended with the side stories....the soulmate-ism of it all.......i would highly recommend this one if you're looking for like something that will make you Feel Things.

walk on water (18+) - by the same author as "under the green light", this one was the most grounded and realistic bl manhwa i've read. at times it gave off almost indie movie vibes with the way the dialogue was written. it deals with discussions surrounding the ethics of like the gay porn industry and the stigma that is attached to sex workers in that industry. would definitely give this one a read!!

codename: anastasia (18+) - the only reason i'm continuing this is bc i think it's finally getting to the good shit after an entire season of me wanting to grab the MC by the shoulders and yelling "HELLO????? YOUR PARTNER IS SUS AS FUCK WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!" for a spy he is kind of stupidt 😭despite that though i did like the banter between the 2 leads, and i'm really curious to see how they will interact in the new season now that uhhhh Shit Happened. anyways huge warning for non-con between the 2 leads like. it was fucked up man.

the ghost's nocturne (18+) - i love supernatural stories, especially ones that deal with folk horror and curses and ghosts, so obvs i liked this one. the art style for this one is SO GOOD, each panel is coloured so beautifully and rendered so well shit had me staring at each panel going "HOW?????" the rship between the nok and jaeshin was pretty iffy in the beginning but it improves pretty quickly once jaeshin explains wtf is going on and they come to an agreement. anyways i'm enjoying this one so far and i am also in love with jaeshin, unfortunately i am not immune to sexy half-ghost man 😔. warning for non-con/dub-con between the 2 leads in the beginning.

steel under silk (18+) - listen when i heard this one was a joseon-dynasty enemies-to-lovers revenge story my ass was clicking into it IMMEDIATELY. i do admit the beginning is a little rough since our MC was acting mainly on impulse and doesn't really have a long-term game plan, but he smartens up and starts to actively scheme around the 20-episode mark. it's so nice seeing both yeonjo and heeryang's perspectives and their thought processes, they each know the other person is scheming and they're constantly thinking of ways to out-scheme the other person to get the upper hand (yeonjo's goal is to gain the governor's trust so he can create an opportunity to assassinate him, while heeryang suspects yeonjo wants to kill him so he constantly blocks opportunities/creates obstacles to make sure he never gets a chance). i am really really curious to see what direction the story takes, especially with the recent chapters that have come out. it's really hard for me to read enemies-to-lovers stories and not compare it to captive prince, which i still consider to be the creme-de-la-creme of enemies to lovers, but so far this one is very promising. warning for dub-con between the 2 leads, and non-con between the MC and another character.

dreadful night (18+) - really unique premise, basically our MC is stuck in a slasher horror game, and he needs to clear all of the endings in order to escape. i'm really enjoying this one bc it's clear the author is a horror-enjoyer with the way they're so knowledgeable about tropes and death flags and like the mechanics of horror games, that has a horror enjoyer myself it made me go "ohohohoho....." they should make more transmigration stories where they transmigrate into a horror game, enough with the fantasy/otome games!!! give me stories where people transmigrate into silent hill or something!!! the ML seems to be an NPC who's sentient and aware of the game, but he also seems a little obsessed with our MC (in a yandere way) so i'm curious to see what his deal is.

toxin (18+) - i usually give something like 20 episodes before i decide if it's for me but like 6 episodes in i went "brother eughhhh". it's an enemies to lovers story but the ML gave me the biggest ick. idk if i just dropped it too early but it's giving colonizer romance (like the ML literally hunted the MC's people for sport and doesn't see them as individuals, he views them as livestock and lower beings). i do get it's enemies to lovers, but this particular brand doesn't appeal to me.

smyrna and capri (18+) - once again by the same author as "miscreants and mayhem" and "taming the tiger", i got curious about their other works since i really enjoyed what i've read from them so far, so i decided to open my heart and try reading an omegaverse story. i think i can conclude that i really don't like omegaverse bc i liked everything about this story except for the pregnancy and pheromone shit 😭i would recommend this if you're a fan of omegaverse, the rship between the 2 leads is very sweet and the alpha is also very very green flag (he is so cute...i lov him...)

roses and champagne (18+) - man this one started off interesting but then went off the rails at the end and made me go "HUH????? okay i guess!!!!" also the MC is a lawyer but he can also be kinda dumb which frustrated me. i did like their relationship in the beginning, but once again Something happens near the end that made me go "oh you Crazy crazy" and i felt like they kinda speedran the ending. there are side-stories, but i honestly lost interest so i stopped following. this is going to sound deranged but this story gave off mad victuuri mafia au vibes. warning for non-con between the 2 leads near the end (where it goes off the rails LOL)

[florencetypemaniacs]

CAN I CAN GET A NSFW SCENE WITH MY MALE MC AND OWEN! PLEASE?!

NSFW ⚠️ 🔞

You frowned at your bandaged chest as you lay in bed. Owen was above you as he cleaned the bandages.

"I'm bored!" You groaned. 

Owen snorted. "A warrior has to live with his actions, even if he gets his arse kicked."

You cracked your neck again, lying back down in your bed. "I am still bored."

Owen sat down on your bed, looking at you. "Okay, what do you want to do to pass the time?"

Your eyes roamed up Owen's tight shirt. "I can think of a few things to do..." You touched Owen's muscle, and the redhead just shook his head. "No way, lad; you already hurt, and we both know how rough I can get."

You pouted. "Fine, then I just have to have other methods to entertain myself."

Owen frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" 

You shrugged and gave the red head a smirk. "It doesn't take two to tango, you know? I can always indulge in some self-pleasure.

Owen's head snapped towards you, and his eyes narrowed. "You can't be serious."

You stared into his blue depths. "Deadly." 

Owen growled as he leaned forward and kissed you. "Stop being a brat." He nibbled on your lip, and you shuttered.

You whispered in his ear. "Come on, Owen. Wear me out, and you don't have to worry about any self-indulgence."

You knew it would kill Owen not to touch you as you touched yourself, and as he was your guard for the night, it would be mighty hard to ignore the moans coming from one's boyfriend, who was right in front of you. Putting on a show.

You sighed ever so softly when Owen leaned down again to kiss a path from your jaw to your neck.

Easing his way down your collarbone had to be the most time you have ever spent holding your breath. Your mouth was slightly opening, like you were going to speak, but you were being betrayed by your own voice to let out a keening whine. The hairs on the back of Owen's��� neck stood up as that beautiful noise went straight to his cock. He grounded his hips just a little, trying to make you produce that enticing noise again.

The moment of no return has passed for both of you. It was all too hot. Owen's touch was so scorching you had to remember to breath to keep from melting. Owen pushed his hips up and you clamped your hands around his waist. With every naughty slide of Owen's hips over you, you felt yourself becoming harder. Before he met you, Owen had no experience at all. The redhead had only ever done this once before he met you, and it was kept a secret at the time, but with you.....Owen lost all self-control. As he stared at you, Owen wanted nothing more than to see you scream. Owen followed his intuition. lowering his defenses more and more. Everything you did seemed very so natural. So real.

“Fuck, MC.” Owen whispered as he searched for another kiss. You just responded by grabbing at his arse. Pushing and pulling the body above you in this desperate rhythm that had you both gasping into each other’s open mouths.

“Can I try something?” Owen pulled away just enough for you to look into his sky, blue eyes full of trust and love. “Please?” He asked with a mocking tone and a smirk.

You were too busy to consider or care to respond. Even though you loathed the moment Owen moved away from you, you merely nodded. You watched Owen crawl down on his hands and knees, a moan rising in the back of your throat at the intense desire for contact. You looked at the Owens's silhouette ��created by the moonlight. Owen gave you a sloppy smile that made your legs feel like jell-o because he was so intoxicated with love.

“You’re beautiful, lad.” Owen worked his way down, speaking against your chest. He caressed your skin with his lips, making you feel heated. Your stomach knotted when Owen's wild hair touched it, ending the kisses he had been giving you. As Owen attempted to undo the buttons on your pants, you reached out and tucked the fiery red hair behind Owen's ear.

You both paused, just holding onto this moment for every bit you could. This wasn't the first time you did this with the redhead, nor would it be your last if Owen had everything to say about it, but this felt more romantic. Not all the dirty talk that you loved, but more sweet, and you were okay with that. The moon was shining out through the window. The look in both your eyes. I'm safe. You're safe. We are safe.

However, Owen was not a very patient man, even if you were hurt, and he started to ease down your jeans. Owen's hands were clumsy and awkward, leaving the fabric to pool at your ankles since you still had your shoes on. You tried to hold back a smile, but found it hard. Owen looked like a little boy at Christmas.

Owen sat back on his heels for a moment before he moved himself so that one of your’ legs was between his. The denim of Owen's black jeans was rough against bare skin, but you loved it all. Leaning down, Owen softly ran his hand up the thin leg he wasn’t currently straddling. You might have seen flaws or saw the newly fresh scars; all Owen saw was a warrior.

Owen gently caressed the expanding erection that tented your pattern underwear by carefully moving his fingers up. Owen felt pleased because of the little whine in the back of your throat, and he teased you by pressing the heel of his hand harder on you. Finding it difficult to keep moving forward when he felt the distinct molds of your cock. Everything about it was at once too much and insufficient.

Owen wanted you to only focus on him. Owen dragged his tongue flat against your’ naval as he hooked a finger into the waistband of your boxers. Pulling them down to join the bundle of fabric at your ankles Eyes cast down, he took your hard cock in his hand to give it a stroke.

Drops of pre-cum beading were at the tip that he bent down to swipe his tongue over. You clenched your jaw so hard that it was starting to ache as you grabbed at one of Owen's shoulders.

Closing your eyes, Owen stroked you a few more times before taking the head into his mouth. I was sucking lightly and hearing your moan just above a whisper. He slowly moved down to see just how far he could manage. It wasn’t much, but the hand clutching at his shoulder and the way you were already trying to buck your hips up were enough reassurance. You desperately tried to keep quiet, but it was just so difficult. One of Owen's hands stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, while the other held you down on your childhood bed.

All of your’ self-control went to keeping yourself quiet and trying to stay still. You became oddly aware that they were only a few doors down from your aunt. Your protective aunt probably had a loaded shotgun for your demon boyfriend. Despite that, you kept letting small sighs escape, and those little noises went straight to Owen’s own hard cock that was grinding against your leg. The moment Owen stopped midway down your was cock to look up at you behind a curtain of red hair was when you stopped caring about everything around them. With your brows knitted, you moaned loud enough for Owens to smirk. "That's it, lad. Be a good boy."

You could practically feel the smirk as he wrapped his mouth again around your shaft and pressed himself harder down against your leg.

“Fuck, Owen. "You managed to get out between clenched teeth. Pushing back the hair that was blocking your view. The heat was pooling in and radiating through your abdomen when you watched Owen take a hand away to palm over his own bulge.

You took hold of Owen's head and drew him off your cock to give it a firm squeeze at the base as your want and desire grew. If Owen persisted, you were going to finish, and you weren't prepared for it to stop. When you took Owen by the arm and had him lie directly next to the muscular man, his first perplexed expression gave way to one of yearning.

You were working so hard to undo the buttons on Owen's too-tight trousers that you lost every shred of sleepiness you ever had. You adored his tight clothing despite the fact that they drove you crazy, holy sh*t. Owen hooked his fingers to take down his underwear and slacks, and as you began to kiss the sides of his neck fiercely, his stomach fluttered.

“I want to cum together.” Owen buried his hands in your hair as you reached down to massage his throbbing cock and whispered against his ear. He was really smitten with you. It was crazy. Having you in his arms disproved his belief that he would never again have the feeling that the part of him that loved another had passed away before he was even in that grave. Owen gave you a rough kiss in return. You two are trying to jerk each other off so awkwardly that I'm not really sure how to put it into words right now.

Even if you wanted to go all the way tonight, you knew Owen was not going to allow it after your injury. However, you just enjoyed the moment as Owen's rough hands gripped around your dick, which brought you closer to the edge. You tried to hold out. You were trying to make the moment last a little longer, but your love and desire were all over Owen's hand and your own abdomen. You were brokenly moaning into your lover's mouth as you tried to keep moving your hand over Owen's cock.

It didn’t take long. Owen was helpless as he rocked his hips and moaned against your mouth, which kept smothering him with kisses in an attempt to quiet him. He was whispering dirty words like a mantra as you twisted your hand when he reached the tip. Owen's chest was heaving, and his body was freezing up as he came hard between you both. Reducing him to a loud grunt and swearing.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath in post-orgasm bliss. Owen breathed hard against your’ sweaty neck as he lazily stroked his sticky fingers right above the slash in your chest.

"Do you think Aunt Zinnia heard?"

Owen gave a loud chuckle and gave you a sloppy kiss. "Seeing as I'm not dead, lad, I'd say we lucked out of the old bat's reign of terror."

You snuggled up closer to him as he put the covers over you both.

[djsangos]

The smoke screen clears to reveal a crowd a good bit larger than you'd anticipated all staring up at you, cheering wildly. If you weren't sitting on a stool behind your turntables, you think your knees would've probably buckled just from the sight.

You don't really talk much at your gigs, just letting the music keep the crowd hype, but this is a special occasion, so you grab the mic from the stand, steeling yourself. You've practiced this probably hundreds of times.

“Helloooo, Grand Festival,” you say, and cod, you're excited as hell, you couldn't sound more disinterested could you? All the same, the crowd roars. “I'm having fun this weekend, how about you guys?” More cheers.

“Arright, so here's the deal,” you continue. Did you really just say 'arright??' Get real. “We're starting another intermission so our idols can take a break. Even celebrities gotta take a breather after all.” Dude. Shut up. “So you got me here, you got Dedf1sh over on Seashell stage, and a couple more artists after us to keep the party going in the meantime. That cool?”

Once again, screams of approval. Maybe you're a little too in your head, or maybe they're just cheering to get you to get to the music faster.

“Booyah.” Most of the crowd returns the call, and you can't help but smile a little. “Let's get started.”

As you put your hands on the turntables, the crowd fades away, and it's just you and the music, flowing from one track to another, mixing and sampling and keeping it hype. Hype for who? Who the fuck cares, you're keeping it hype and fresh. Just don't look up, and it's as easy as breathing. Swaying and bopping to the beat you've got going, maybe you should be standing up? But you've got a long set, better preserve your energy.

Except in the blink of an eye, you've already reached the end of your set. As you let the final note fade out, there's a split second of deafening silence that hangs forever while your brain tries to catch up with reality, which you're violently brought back to by the audience going buck fucking wild.

You just stare blankly for a second or two before you realize you're supposed to actually end this. You grab the microphone with it and fumble with it for just a second, shit, you're shaking like a fucking leaf, aren't you?

“Uh,” you say, forgetting that the mic's already amplifying your voice. Cod damn it, you're ruining the moment. “Thanks.” Come on, Sango. Give 'em more than that. “You guys've been great, hope I made your weekend just that much fresher. We got, uh. DJ Octavio up next?” You honestly still can't believe he's actually performing here, but the crowd cheers for the announcement all the same, many Octarians in the audience screaming their lungs out for him. “Yeah. And there's Riot Act on Seashell Stage once Dedf1sh's done with their gig. So stay tuned for those guys. Thanks again, have a fresh rest of the festival.”

The smokescreen obscures you from the crowd once again as they cheer you off. Stagehands come to take your turntables and replace them with Octavio's much larger set about as soon as you stand up. Eight's already there at the top of the stairs, and you practically fall into her arms when you reach her.

“You did amazing, Three,” she says, voice full of admiration.

“I think I'm gonna pass out.”

She giggles a bit uncomfortably. “Okay. Let's go sit down.”

The two of you end up taking over the merch stand while Octavio's doing his gig, with Gramps apparently nowhere in sight. You've got a perfect view of the performance, and you'd never tell Octavio to his face, but it's pretty coddamn fresh.

Until about halfway through, when Cuttlefish makes his reappearance by bursting onto the stage and nearly blowing out his back in the process.

“MC CRAIG IN THE HOUSE!”

Octavio just keeps going like nothing happened. Did they plan this??

“'Tavi and Craig bringin' the pain, we're not just here to entertain!”

Holy fuck.

“Takin' over this festival grand, that's always been our master plan!”

This fucking rules.

[writerfae]

Hi!

Just imagine the day Callan and Henry officially started dating, Henry comes home smiling like a fool, with a skip in his step, red in the face, and Aiden's like: Are ok? Do you have a fever? Get to bed right now!

Henry: Aiden, I do not have a fever

Aiden: Then why are you red like a rose?

Henry: Ammm... allergies?

Aiden: Bed! Now!

(I love Henry and Callan so much (both as individuals and as a couple)😭❤️)

-

Petition to give Aiden a notebook to keep track of all the crazy things that get revealed about his family:

Cameron opens his mouth

Aiden: Hold it! Who's he?

Cameron:...

Henry: ...My birth dad.

Aiden, scribbling: ...birth dad. Got it! Do we like him?

Henry: No

Aiden, scribbling: ...we don't like him. Ok! I'm done! WHAT THE ACTUAL-

-

When Aiden and Henry reunite

Aiden: Henry?

Henry: Yes, Aiden, it's me- WAIT! Sorry, wrong person! There's no way he grew taller than me!

Aiden: I'm even angrier now!

-

You know how baby Aiden used to pull on Henry's ears?

What if when they reunite Aiden sees his ears for (to his knowledge) the first time, and he tries to pull on them to see if they're real or something?XD

Also, guess who's noticed another writing problem with their mc again? :D

It's fine, I'm working on fixing it, I'm just not sure how to yet (good thing I found the problem, though! I'm happy about that)

It's that I was writing some pre story fluff thing and I realized that when she's not thinking about taking care of Ákos, or freaking out about something, Adél's pretty "no thoughts, head empty", which isn't good!

The reason I'm worried is because for the others these things came maybe a bit more naturally, and I'm afraid of how it'll turn out if i try to "force it" with Adél, but I'll figure it out! (Tell me, I got this, please, I'm scared) (sometimes I'm sitting here, like: should I just erase Adél and start from scratch, and that makes me really sad! Please tell me not to do that! Who will give Ákos magical hugs then?)

Sorry for the complaining, i hope you don't mind

Yes to all of these!

After the story is done, Aiden could probably write a whole family chronicle and it would most likely be titled like What the Fuck Fae - a story of wild shit I learned about my family in the past few weeks

Your problem with Adél is really valid, though if I’m being honest, it sounds to me like it is pretty much the same problem we talked about before: you haven’t figured out enough of Adél’s personality yet.

Which is completely fine and normal and not meant as criticism. I just think that this is the core issue that leads to the “no thoughts head empty-mc” problem.

When her main traits are worrying about everything and caring for Ákos and these main traits are as dominant as they are, then of course that’s what she will do all the time when you write her. That’s why she needs more traits.

I mean I don’t know if she has developed more since you asked me about writing her the first time, so I don’t want to make assumptions. But maybe you really should equip her personality a bit. I think that’s the first step to improve writing her and “giving her thoughts” (for the lack of better words).

Of course there’s characters that come more naturally. And then there’s ones that are a bit harder to figure out. Those need time and care and yes, sometimes a little bit of force. Otherwise you’ll get stuck. Remember, developing an mc is a progress! There’s no progress if you don’t try!

So just keep writing her! If it turns out sounding too forced or you won’t like what you came up with, you can always cross it out. And even that will take you a step further to figuring Adél out, because then you’ll know what you don’t want her to be like/to think about.

Don’t give up! I know you can figure it out! And please, don’t erase Adél. We love Adél! And she’s already a solid framework for a good character!

You just need some more practice and time with her! Sometimes you have to lock yourself in a room with your oc and try to get them to talk to you.

[ghostybreads]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

hello!! i absolutely don't mind! this is such a cute question, i love talking about my interests 🥰 the top few are my absolute all time favourites, but otherwise no particular order! Put under a cut because I rambled a bit!

How to Train Your Dragon

I'm so so obsessed with this franchise, I'm not even sure where to start on why I love it. I actually have a toothless tattoo! and like, six toothless plushies that my friends and I call the council. The show race to the edge for it is one of my favourite parts, but nothing will top the first movie for me. There's just something so magical about it. It's truly beautiful, every time I watch it I genuinely feel like my heart is soaring <3 A lot of people don't know that the shows exist but I think they're so good and silly, they're such a comfort for me.

Servamp

This is a manga I always end up going back to again and again. I'm sure people have put it better than i could, but it reflects a very real and flawed human experience (despite the vampires lol). It feels like each and every side character gets so much depth, and everyone has their own journey, and its a very sympathetic and nuanced with its antagonists. The main pair grow SO much as people over the course of the story, and they build up plot twists so fucking well, ive watched it unfold and still felt like it was all planned from the very beginning. Also has british vampire catboy who goes 'meow' in the most serious deep voice ever, my beloved.

The Legend of Zelda

I'm counting this as one because I feel this way about most of the games, they're all so special to me in different ways. Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom I've loved playing, I felt so immersed in the world in such little ways, and all the small interactions with the people in that world felt so real and made me care about it. Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask are also so incredible and such wonderful stories, and I have such a soft spot for Skyward Sword, idk I couldn't choose a favourite if I tried. I've loved them since I was a kid so its hard to pinpoint what exactly it is that draws me to them.

Jing Wei Qing Shang/Clear and Muddy Loss of Love

TOXIC LESBIANS. I fear that since i've read JWQS no sapphic media will ever be good enough for me again, its insane how perfectly to my taste it was. The main chara can telepathically communicate with horses in an otherwise normal non-fantasy world and there's no explanation or even plot necessity for it, its so perfect for me. Qiyan, the MC, has so much gender. She's a malewife, she's a pathetic boyfriend, she's a lesbian, she's a boygirl, she's everything. The premise is that Qiyan, in her quest for revenge, ends up accidentally in an arranged marriage to the daughter of her enemy. And despite falling in love with her, she continues with her revenge anyway, prepared for the love of her life to kill her with her own hands when its over. There's so much emotion on both sides, its overflowing love and hatred and anger and bitterness and affection all at once. It truly is a whole journey to get through and I've been a changed man since.

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Another one I'm so batshit over that I don't know if any series will ever replicate. They're so insane. Shen Qingqiu's unreliable narration is so funny but also so fascinating to unpack, there's so much to read in what he doesn't say. It's so funny, but then when you think about what's really happening, it's kind of horrifying, there's this constant whiplash. The whole premise of one persons impact changing the story, the very narrative itself, is sooo important to me on so many levels. Bingqius dynamic is so incredible to me too, they're just so insane and so much fun to read. They've always stuck with me.

MILGRAM PROJECT

I LOVE MILGRAM it's a song story project told through music videos and audio dramas! The producer is one of my favourite artists, DECO*27, and every song is consistently a banger. Every character has such an interesting, nuanced story, and as the audience you're challenged to figure it out yourself based on the clues, and your interaction decides where the story goes. It's so much fun seeing a new MV come out and everyone come together to theorise and discuss. It's still ongoing, and very easy to get into, so I always recommend it! My favourite prisoner is Fuuta :)

Voltron

Okay look. The question said favourite media, not explicitly media I thought was good. It is a show that is very very dear to my heart, and I think it fucking sucks after a certain point. The PREMISE is so so good, it had so much going for it on concept, and the characters carried it. I got so attached to them, I love their silly dynamics and they're so funny. I really do love the first few seasons, and I love the potential for what it could've been :') I very frequently text my best friend to rewrite parts of the lore.

That's 7 in detail, and the bonus additions are: Natsume's book of friends, good omens, and word of honour!

Thank you for asking!!! 💖💖💖 I don't think my thoughts were very comprehensive but I had fun, I hope they make some sense??

[obeymycok]

Demon bros vs Karen

I work at a trampoline park and unfortunately there's no shortage of crazy people who take their kids there. Last 2 weeks have been especially rough due to being understaffed and reaching max capacity all the time so this is a very self indulgent fic/headcanons. The bros come to see MC at work and someone is just absolutely going off on their precious human. MC is literally almost in tears but the Karen doesn't let up. What would the most powerful Rulers of Hell do to stand up for their MC?

I started this in the beginning of August and it took a more comforting turn at the end. 

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @asmos-slut ​  @q-ueue @simpinginthecorner @thatoneweebdammit

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"If you all aren't ready to go through this portal in 3 seconds I'm leaving you behind!" Lucifer yelled at his disorganized, bickering brothers.

"He started it!" Levi whined as he smacked Mammon one more time for good measure.

"I don't care who started it, I'll finish it!" Lucifer yelled before letting out a very tired sigh. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to take all 7 of them to the human world to visit MC. Mammon and Beel were excited to jump around and go wild. Satan and Belphie wanted to see what you do at work and catch up a bit. Asmo wanted to see all the cute kids but was worried about getting sweaty and dirty. Levi wasn't really down for all the people but you promised he could chill in the break room on the employee wifi if it ever got too much. And Lucifer just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing fine they all simp so bad it's embarrassing lmfao.

They finally get to the parking lot and see that the place is PACKED. Levi immediately gets nervous, while the other mostly just get annoyed. They walk in anyway towards the front desk where they see a long line.

"Looks like only one register is working." Satan stated as he realized no one else was at the other monitors.

"UHHH of course we had to pick a busy day..." Levi grumbled to himself as he slipped his headphones on.

Lucifer was about to scold the lot when they heard a shout from the front.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? This is taking forever! Besides I'm already paying this much money for the wristbands alone and now you want me to PURCHASE special SOCKS too!? Fuck you!"

“I feel bad for whoever’s up front right now...” Beel said with a small frown.

“I-I’m sorry Ma’am, those are the rules of the park."

Wait a second...

Their collective 4 brain cells all came together and realized just who was facing off with the true demon.

“I think you’re just a dipshit who doesn’t know how to do their job! Lazy kids these days....I wanna speak to your MANAGER!”

Thankfully, just as the brothers were all about to collectively lose their shit, the manager stepped in and had the police called. They all quickly followed MC to the break room, Lucifer explaining to the manager that they were family and going to comfort MC.

“OI MC”

“Oh are you okay my darling?”

“This is why I hate normies...”

“Guys, come on. Give them a little space.” Beel said as he pushed through Mammon, Asmo and Levi.

He sat down next to MC on the small couch and gently put his hand on their back, slowly rubbing small circles. MC just latched onto Beel and started sobbing. Everyone else took that as their queue to gather as well, some just standing, others pulling up chairs, and the lucky few who also fit on the couch. The sobs soon turned to hiccups and sniffles as they started wiping their face.

“Here honey, use this.” Asmo said softly, pulling out some tissues as Satan also handed them a water bottle.

“Thanks guys...sorry about all that...” MC started but was quickly cut off by Mammon.

“Hey, don’t you start apologizing. That lady was a real bitch and that was really shitty what she said to you. It was also bullshit since...y’know...you’re always helping us when we need it. And obviously, if the Seven Avatars of the Devildom couldn’t solve their problems, no lazy idiot could.” He finished with a blush as he fought to maintain eye contact.

“Or they’re all idiots too.” MC said jokingly with a little chuckle.

Mammon took that as his cue to joke back, being all fake offended. Everyone else was giggling at the scene soon enough as Lucifer spoke up.

“That, we are, but that doesn’t make you any less of such an amazing person.”

“You should just come back with us MC. I’m sure you’re tired. We can take a nap together.” Belphie said with a cute lil smile.

“Sorry guys...I still have another hour left on my shift an-”

“No need to worry, MC. When I was talking with your manager, she’d told me to tell you to leave early. Only one person can run the front desk anyway and she was more than willing to make adjustments for you.” Lucifer added before they could finish their sentence.

MC sighed with relief and closed their eyes for a second. Looking back up and being greeted with those seven smiling faces was ironically heaven.

“Let’s go home.”

[blackstar95]

The Older Brothers and MC after an argument

Lucifer

You both would be ignoring each other for the next days, depending how intense the fight was.

Usually, after a week or so, you guys would quietly seek each other's company,

silently sitting in the same room, or “accidently” bumping into each other in the hallways.

Lucifer however, he would never admit that he wants to be around you. He's way too filled with pride.

You on the other hand, you couldnt care less.

If you want to be near Lucifer you just go to him, even when you guys dont talk with each other.

And thats how you end up sitting on his desk, glaring daggers at him.

The demon infront of you tries to ignore you the best he can, but you are literally sitting on his paperwork.

He didnt tried to move you either, Lucifer just pulled the papers away from under your butt.

"So you're going to ignore me all week huh?," you finally spoke up, glaring at him even harder, if thats even possible.

Lucifer just kept a blank expression and glimpsed at the paper in his right hand, not making any attempt to talk to you.

"Listen here you little-"

In the end he finally gives in and apologizes to you, admitting he missed you.

He will definetly make up for the lack of physical contact.

Mammon

It doesn't matter who started the argument, Mammon will always be the first to come to you.

He is far too attached to you.

If you made him angry, he ignores you for a day at most, but he quickly realizes how much he misses you.

He is quickly irritated when his brothers call him out on it and he can't help but feel very jealous when he sees you with them.

So, he eventually barges into your room and finally crushes pulls you in his arms.

"Dumb human, keeping me waitin' for ya".

But if you should be the one angry with him, it is a bit different.

He roamed through your room once again and thought it would be a good idea to sell your jewelry.

It wasn't the first time you've caught him at it, and your patience was running thin.

For a whole week he followed you around begging for forgiveness, but you ignored him.

Even at breakfast he wouldn't leave you alone, and because you were sitting next to him you were out of luck.

Be ready to get poked in the sides-

When you finally entered your room without Mammon sticking to you, you noticed a jewelry box on your table.

Next to the box was a note that said "Forgive me", and then realization hit you.

He had bought you everything new, even a few more things than you had missed.

"Please don't ignore me anymore, I can't stand it," spoke a voice behind you, and when you turned around you saw Mammon looking at you sadly.

A blush spread over his cheeks as he closed his eyes. "I miss ya".

Well now you're the one running into his arms-

Lots of cuddling afterwards :).

Leviathan

As strange as it may sound, you guys almost never fight.

Leviathan and you always perfectly enjoyed each others presence, and your interests also seemed to mach. So no problems here, right?

Well, that changes when Levi's envy comes in.

You always told him, he shouldnt summon Lotan when his emotions are going wild, but he wont listen.

And now you stand here, fully soaked in water and the whole staircase is ruined.

Leviathan sobbed and apologized to you, goddamn it was the third time it happened this month.

"I just got so angry seeing Mammon receiving that figurine I've always wanted without even caring about it! He just selled it off somewhere- Do you know how badly I wanted it?!".

He hid his face behind the back of his hand and glared at the ground "And on top of that he never gave me back my-"

"Leviathan" you spoke lowly "By the time I count to three, you will be gone from my sight".

And in that Moment he realised how he fucked up.

You locked yourself inside your room and calmed down a little, not wanting to hurt him with any mean insults.

Leviathan was in his room aswell, really sad about how angry he made you and down talking himself (the usual stuff).

In the end, you somehow ended up inside his room and apologized for being so harsh on him

He apologized as well and you guys ended up playing video games or watching anime,

as always.

If you're lucky, you get to cuddle with Leviathan without him almost passing out.

[sillydg]

Unfulfilled Hunger: Tobias X MC

Book: Open heart, somewhere in book 3

Rating: 18+ (Adult content!)

Pairing: Tobias X MC ((Elisabeth Sarah Hughes (Liz))

Title: Unfulfilled Hunger

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18 + Only

Wordcount: 6500

Summary: Thank you so much for your request, @kachrisberry, to write what happens if they get back at Tobias’s apartment, after him carrying her out of the Laser tag game. A follow-up, for “Foul Play”.

Category: Explicit Smut

A/N: First of all, I find it important to say that both Liz and Tobias feel safe to protect their own boundaries and to speak up if something is not too their likings. They're both adults and both are completely comfortable and wanting to engage in each of these activities. A/N: This one ended up a bit longer than anticipated (Pun intended). But I got my hands on Tobias.. and maaaaaybe got a little bit carried away... But no, nah, not going to apologize for that 😉. Please let me know if you guys enjoyed the ride and please sent me an ask if you want to request something for OH or The royal romance, because I loved writing this and I'll hope you enjoy reading it.

Warnings: Foul language (sexy talk and swearing), Explicit adult seksual content. IF you read this FF, you confirm that you're 18 years or older.

Tobias and MC belong to Pixelberry.

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Unfulfilled Hunger

Tobias opens his door with one hand, pulling Liz through with the other. “It’s a goddamn miracle that we got home in one piece, Hughes." He slams the door and pushes her against it, crashing his lips against her...

Murmering he continuous; “You almost fucking killed me by touching yourself like that in the car." His hands drifting over her body. "For god's sake, you already came once and I almost caused an accident by just looking at you trembling like that in the frontseat.”

Liz grins as he moves his kisses to her neck. “I had to do something, since I was not allowed to touch you. Besides, I simply HAD to touch myself at the sight of you.” She kicks off her boots.

Tobias bites her neck with a groan. “Ohhh, you dirty, dirty girl.”

Grinning she pushes him away, making him bump into the wall across from her.

“Off with the shirt, Carrick.”

“So commanding.” He gives her a cheeky smile. Such a turn-on.

“For a woman who was first complaining about me getting my shirt off… you changed your mind pretty quickly.”

“Oh save it, Carrick.” She tugs at his shirt, trying to take it off herself.

He grabs her wrists, turning her around. "Oh. I don't think so, Liz." He pins her against the wall with her hands up in the air.

“Now, I believe I was enjoying myself.” His lips find her neck again.

“For god's sake, T. Stop torturing me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all week after that little stunt you pulled .

Standing bare chested in front of me, but holding my hands so there was no way of touching you. Brushing your delicious lips against mine, without giving me the slightest taste of your tongue. All I could think of was touching, tasting, savoring you. For god's sake, I know you've noticed me undressing you with my eyes.”

Tobias looks up, meeting her eyes with a twinkle. “Ooooh, was that what you were doing during our daily meetings. I already wondered what you were thinking about when you stared at me like that, biting on your pen. Licking your cherry red lips.”

“Ohh, You very well knew, T. Because you were walking around 24-7 with that goddam annoyingly sexy, self-conscious smirk on that way too handsome face of yours.

God. I had to touch myself every night, when I was lying in bed. Desperate attempt, after desperate attempt to satisfy the hunger you released in me. But it never seemed enough. I'm so fucking hungry for you, Carrick. ”

He leans back to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with longing and frustration. She feels her knees getting weak at the intensity of him staring at her, glad to be pinned against the wall. “Well, it serves you right, Liz.”

He breaks the gaze and unbuttons her short with one hand, letting it slide onto the ground. His hand moves into her red lacy panties, softly stroking her lips, teasing her inner thighs. He smiles at the feeling how wet she already is for him and he lowers his mouth to her ear, whispering; “Now you know how I felt over the past few months, Liz. It started when I first saw you in that deli, with your messy bun and yoga pants.

It became worse after the fire I saw in your eyes when we met at Bloom. You were so snarky at me, Liz. I wanted to bend you over the table, pull up that way to the tight dress of yours, and give you a good spank, just to let you know who’s the boss. And believe me... It sure isn’t Ethan.

But things got really messy from the moment I saw you in that short at the baseball field." He lowers his voice to what almost sounds like a deep growl; "You know why I missed every freaking ball that day, Liz?”

She groans as he moves his hand out of her string.

“Because every time you threw the ball, your shirt would come up ever so slightly and showed this little part of your belly and the fucking lacy edge of your little pink thong.” He moves his fingertip over her sensitive skin right above her panties and she lets out a soft moan.

His hand disappears again in search of her clit, moving softly and slowly. Taking his sweet, sweet time to find the right spot.

The roughness of his stubble, the tickling of his husky voice, and now him touching her at her most sensitive spot... She feels a warmth quickly spreading through her body.

“You ruined me that day, Hughes.” He gently moves two fingers inside her, still drawing slow, sweet circles over her clit with his thumb. Her breath enhances, and he feels her contracting around his fingers.

“I’ve been touching myself ever since at the thought of dropping the bat and taking you right there on the field. Not caring who sees me, trusting into you, making you mine.

So it serves you right.”

He leans back again to take look at her. Her eyes are closed, completely at his mercy. His lips find hers in a slow, deep kiss, and he feels how close she gets to release. He murmurs to her lips. “Not yet, Hughes.”

He abruptly lets go of her wrist, letting his hand slip out her briefs. Leaving her breathing hard as her arms fall, startled at the sudden movement.

He walks away towards the living room, and right before he disappears, he gives her a million-dollar smirk over his shoulder. And after just a second she sees his shirt flying into the hallway.

Trying to compose herself from almost getting pushed over the edge, she leans against the wall. After a few deep breaths, she kicks the short off her feet, following him into the living room. So, we're still playing dirty.

She finds Tobias casually leaning against the counter, a drink in his hand. She swallows as she takes him in. Her eyes drift over his toned brawnylicous abs, moving down to his pants which are hanging dangerously low on his hips, just enough to make her thoughts go wild, but not enough to reveal anything.

She smiles cheekily, trying to hide how taken she is with the sight of him. God, his ego might explode if he only knew. “So, where Is my drink?”

He gives her his signature smirk. “Well, I thought, since I’ve taken my shirt off, I’m going to enjoy a drink while I watch you take your shirt off.. and after that, we can talk about you having a drink.” He moves towards the large breakfast counter and jumps to sit on it, clearly expecting a show.

She turns around, smiling over her shoulder. "Careful what you are wishing for, Carrick. Sure you can handle me?" She starts to move her hips slowly from side to side.

Tobias bites his lip as he looks at her perfectly shaped ass, dressed ever so little by the red lace string she is wearing. As she lets her hands drift over her rounds, he follows her hands up as they grip onto her small tank top. And with one fluid pull, it falls on the ground, right where he likes it to be.

He glances at her as she turns around, showing off her matching set, with all the curves in the right places. He is surprised to see that her bra is practically one small piece of fabric, adoring the sight of her nipples shining and peaking through the red lace.

Smirking, he moves his hand over his chest. “You cheeky Minx. You planned this, didn’t you? Or are you always wearing these matching lingerie sets..”

She sways forward, smiling seductively. Tobias's eyes are completely fixated on her breasts, slowly moving down to her swaying hips and back up, not able to determine where to look.

“I think I’m going to let you find that out for yourself. It might surprise you how diverse my lingerie is… So I suggest you undress me every day from now on…”

He swallows; “God, where have you been hiding, Hughes?”

Shrugging casualy, she cocks up an eyebrow.

“Now about that drink, T.”

He gets ready to jump off the counter, but she stops him. “Oooh no Carrick... you stay... right there, like the good boy you are.” She moves to stand between his legs. “Now, let me take care of this for you.” She tucks on his jeans, pulling them off.

“My, my, what a treat.” She moves her hand over the big bulk in his boxers and smiles. "And you dare to ask, where I've been hiding, T?"

He lets out a deep moan as she keeps caressing him. He leans backward on his hands, giving in to the feeling. She gives him a cheeky smile, puts his legs together, her hands onto the counter, and straddles him after one effortless jump."

Caught off-guard he starts to stumble, looking at the woman suddenly at his eye-level. “What the..”

“Ohh Carrick, Carrick, Carrick” She kisses him softly, teasing his lips with her tongue. Holding herself steady with her hands on his chest, slowly grinding her pussy against his hard cock through his boxers. After a few minutes of exploring, she encourages him to lie on his back. Tongues still dancing and she feels him gasp, the moment he touches the cold marble with his bare skin.

While pulling back, she keeps the friction going, and not only for his pleasure. “I might have forgotten to tell you… But I love yoga, it’s not just the comfortable pants for me. And I might have done gymnastics for a big part of my life. So if you keep up the good work, Carrick, you might get the chance to find out how flexible I really am.”

“For god’s sake,” he murmurs under his breath. She keeps rubbing herself against his hard length, not quite enough to take him over the edge, but enough to let him balance on it...

“Now, I need you to move up, Carrick. I want this whole divine body of yours onto this counter.”

He smirks; "What makes you think that you're the one in control, Hughes? Remember what happened earlier when you tried to command me? Or do I need to refresh your memorie?"

A sly smile appears on her face; "It must be nice, living in that head of yours T. Still convinced you're the one in control? Let me give you a piece of reality, mister." She removes his boxer, throwing it through the living room.

She smirks as they lock eyes, anticipation noticeable on Tobias's face. Of course, the moment he saw her at the deli was the moment where she completely gained control over him. Haunting his dreams, fantasies, and even in bed with other women she regularly popped up in his head, making stuff a lot better. But that doesn't stop him from one last desperate attempt to keep the facade up.

She encircles him with her soft hands, slowly moving up and down, while teasing his tip with a few small, fast licks.

"Nnnghh."

"What was that, Carrick?"

"Oh for fuck sake."

She moves her hand down, following the line under his tip firmly with her tongue. It makes his muscles tense, and he moves his ass slightly up as a deep grunt escapes his throat. “Ohhhhh, Yes Liz.”

Smirking she looks down at the man beneath her. "Now, If you want me to keep doing that, you better move that delicious ass of yours right now, T!"

He starts moving while muttering some swear words under his breath, while she keeps teasing him with her hands and tongue.

Her eyes twinkle and she puts on a naughty smile;“God Carrick, I’m going to have so much fun with you now we have established who is the one in charge.”

She leans in, one hand on the counter and the other one exploring his neck, down to his chest. Licking his lips, inviting his tongue to meet hers. He opens his mouth and lets her in. His hands slipping under her bra, softly teasing her nipples, drawing small moans from her mouth.

Without him noticing she grabs his drink off the counter and she gently pulls back. Their blues meet and she bites her lip. “Now, about that drink.”

His breath stops as soon as the golden liquid hits his chest. She pours it, bit by bit, between the gap in his abbs, slowly moving down to his belly button, her eyes never leaving his.

“Hughes, you’re unbelievable.”

“You better know it, T.”

She puts the glass down, moving her attention to his chest as she softly let her fingers drift through the scotch. She moves her finger to cover his full lips, kissing him softly after.

“Mmh... That’s the good stuff, Carrick.”

She moves her tongue, licking the liquid of his chest, feeling his muscles flex under her touch wherever she goes.

He looks at her, hypnotized, his breath fastening as she slowly moves further and further down. Skin getting more sensitive with every lick, bite and suck as she savors the scotch off him. Oh my god.

His muscles tense as she arrives at his belly button, and when there is no drop left, she moves her focus to his lower abdomen. She looks up, as she hears him moan, smiling at the sight of his glistering abs and the pleasure showing on his face.

He groans; “Oh God, you really are enjoying my body, don't you Hughes?”

“Every fucking part of it..”

"Good, 'cause it's yours to use from now on. Whenever you want, I'll even get you your special beeper for emergencies."

"I'll hold you onto that. Now... ready for some fun, Carrick?"

He smirks contently as she moves her head further down and starts teasing the top of his hardness again.

But then he realizes that it probably would take nothing more than a few sucks to release, given how worked up he already is.

And nothing was further from the truth. Without warning, she stopped teasing, taking his full length in her mouth. After a few seconds of settlement, she starts deep throating him, and before he gets the chance to protest it turns black before his eyes, pushing his head back and he releases in her mouth.

She teases him with a few more sucks, making sure that every drop of him gets savored while enjoying the feeling of his body trembling under her mouth. For a minute he lies on the counter, breathing hard. "For fuck sake, Hughes."

She shrugs with a sly smile "Oops, got a little bit carried away there."

He slowly starts to get regain his senses and he looks up to a smirking Liz, sticking out cheekily the tip of her tongue.

“But, damn, that tasted even better than the scotch T.”

He hides his face behind his hands to hide a satisfied smile at her bold words.

After just a few more deep breaths, he manages to collect himself and jumps off the counter. “Glad that you enjoyed that, Liz, but now it’s my turn.” He scoops her up from the counter and throws her over his shoulder without any effort. Oh, I’m taking back control now.

After a few satisfying smacks on her butt, he sits down on the bed, letting her slide down on his lap. His lips find hers and he starts to unhook her bra, throwing it into a corner. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth while teasing the other with his hand. Her head falls back as she starts to grind once again in his lap. “Oh, God Tobias I already feel you grow again.” She reaches out to stroke him, but to avoid losing control once again he stands up, grabbing her at her thighs, and he throws her onto the soft bed.

“No more touching me, until I’m done with you, Liz. That means AFTER two orgasms, I’m going to fuck your brains out. But now. You’re completely at my Mercy." She nods, biting her lip. "Good girl. Now, grab the headboard, and don’t let go.”

Her eyes start to glister at the commanding tone in his voice and she completely surrenders. Obediently she grabs the headboard.

“And Liz... Don’t make a sound, until I tell you to.”

She swallows and a hot shiver runs through her body, by hearing those words, setting her body on fire. Such a turn-on.

He rips her panties off in one tuck, drawing her in for a deep kiss, while teasing her entrance with his erection. He starts to rubs his dick against her clit. Taken by the urge to feel him closer she starts to shift her hips up, urging him to enter her. Without thinking she sighs between kisses. “God Carrick, I... I need you inside me. I need to feel you deep inside me.”

He immediately stops. “What was that? I believe I heard some sounds coming out of that delicious mouth of yours. Yeah, you want me inside you?”

Realizing that she spoke, her eyes snap open, sucking in a breath while waiting for Tobias to react.

“Three orgasms, it is now.” And without further notice, his lips crash against hers again. His hands firmly exploring her body before they find the place where he started tonight.

He wastes no time, knowing how worked up she was before. His thumb finds her clit, and he sees her biting her arm as he enters her with three fingers, suppressing a moan. God, that’s sexy. He catches the encouragement and starts to moves his fingers faster and faster while sucking on her swollen nipple, caressing her other boob with a firm squeeze.

She trembles, more and more under his touch, finding it harder and harder to keep her moans in. God, she wants to scream his name so badly.

Then he softly bites her nipple and a flick of pain runs through her body, turning quickly into pleasure as she tumbles over the edge, biting even harder in her shoulder, only intensifying her orgasm.

He smirks at her, impressed, but also totally captivated by the look on her face as she comes, shutters and shakes, by his doing. Yeah, I’m never going to get enough of this.

He gives her a few seconds to catch her breath and damn she breaths hard, releasing her arm from her teeth, leaving bite marks.

He gently moves up to guide both of her arms down, which are still clenching to the headboard. He kisses her softly as she opens her eyes to meet his. “You okay?”

She smiles softly and nods. “Good. Ready for me to taste you?” She mouths “Ohh God Yes” without making a sound.

They keep staring into each other’s eyes as the mood shifts 180 degrees. Tobias frowns at her as she takes his face in her hands, knowing very well how much she actually adored this man.

His eyes turn soft and he smiles at her. "You're amazing, you know that, Liz?"

"Show me."

Tobias moves in for a tender and long kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands. Liz feels her heartbeat rising, now by the soft touch of this man. He covers her body with hers completely as they start to lose themselves in each other. Her hands drift over the back of his head, enjoying the tickling of his soft short hairs, before letting her fingertips drift over his bareback. He slowly undoes her hair and drapes it over the mattress. Their hands meet and fingers entwining. The pillows and sheets are long found on the ground. He drops soft kisses on her neck, murmuring "God, youre beautiful."

He gently lets go of her hands and starts moving, teasing his stubble against her sensitive skin on his way down, breathing in her warm scent on the way. He looks at her glistening clit and gives it a few quick licks.

She directly moves her hips a bit up and he realizes how sensitive she is.

“I can’t wait for you to scream my name, Hughes.” She smiles at the permission to make sounds again.

“Then make me, Carrick.”

He moves his hands up to her hips, pulling her softly towards the edge of the bed as he gets on his knees, laying her legs over his shoulder. He starts licking her softly and slowly, savoring her smell and fluids.

“I need more, T.” She softly grabs his head urging him to come closer. He smiles cheekily and pushes his head back up; “I’m sorry? I believe I missed two magic words?”

“More, PLEASE Carrick, give me more.”

"That's what I'm talking about."

He starts licking and kissing again, but still moving his tong teasingly slow and soft while looking cheekily up to her.

She looks down to meets his eye, and he gives her the sexiest smirk she has ever laid eyes on. “For god's sake Carrick, if you’re going to smirk like that every time you taste me..” He suddenly moves up the pace of his tongue, forcing her to stop talking midsentence. "Nnnngh."

“Yes? Then?” He smiles against her clit, back to teasing her.

“Now you're the one who is unbelievable, T."

"Don't tell me things I'm already aware of. Now, finish that sentence, Hughes."

She sighs, longing for more tongue. "We are going to need a private conversation like this at least two times a day.”

He keeps his smirking up; “Then that's settled” He pushes his head down and lets his tong flick expertly, fast, and firm, letting his fingers assist by moving in and out of her.

“Nnnnhhhhgggg… T..” Her hands grab the sheets and he lets his finger slip out of her, to pull her even closer, steadying her hips. He picks up pase, encouraged by the deep moans. She trembles more and more, urging to move her hips, but his stern grip keeps her in place. You’re not getting away, Hughes.

She starts to move her hands, looking for something to grab as the sheets are not enough to hold onto. Her hands find his head again.

“Fuuuuuuck Carrrrrriccck.”

Yes, that’s it.

She pulls up her knees, body shocking and sweating, and he feels how she comes with his mouth still on her. Seeing her tremble like that...

God, I can’t wait any longer.

“You taste so good, you know that Hughes. Here. Taste.” He kisses her slowly, his hands encircling the back of her neck to draw her even more in, his dick rubbing against her still sensitive pussy, causing her to keep shuttering her body from time to time.

“Are you ready? You've been such a good girl, so I will fuck you towards you’re third orgasm, Liz, don’t you worry.”

Still with her eyes closed, she nods and lets out a satisfied sigh, letting him lead her up on the bed again.

As he completely covers her body with his again he places his dick before her entrance. Theirs eyes meet, both filled with longing to finally get close. She softly moves her hands behind his neck, teasing him with her nails. Maintaining eye contact he slowly starts to move inside her, until his eyes roll back at the feeling of how tight she is.

Her breath enhances, and she smiles, enjoying the visible pleasure on his face. He keeps slowly moving against her until he fills her completely.

Her eyelids start to flicker as he slowly starts thrusting into her.

“God, you’re big, Carrick.” She matches the movement of her hips to his rhythm, moving her legs around his waist to encourage him to go deeper. His lips find hers as he picks up the pace until he is not able to hold his upper body up, with the pleasures running through his body.

He lets out a deep, almost animalistic moan; "So tight Liz, you're so tight."

Leaving her lips and he hides his face in her neck, sucking at her sensitive flesh, leaving his mark.

Her nails slide from his shoulders to his back and smiles against his ear. “Fuck, this is so much better than in the dreams I had about you... T, you fill me up perfectly.”

She feels how he starts to lose control, picking up his pace, more firm with his thrusts as she speaks.

His voice sounds low and gruff. “Ahhh... You've dreamt about me, Hughes? So what did I do to you in these dreams?”

With him putting more power in his thrusts, she feels how he is hitting the right spot over and over again and she moans. “O god yes, Tobias… You... you fucked me in the middle of the diagnostics room on the round table, the next day in the supplies closet, NHHHGGG, on fucking Ethan’s desk, when the rest was out for lunch.”

“Ohhhhh Yes Hughes.” He moves his hands between them, as he keeps thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster while massaging her clit.

Liz is unable to talk as she feels how her body is taken over by the pleasure, quickly rising from her toes to her head, closing her eyes and she certainly was not able to think straight anymore... “Youuu... You… yyy… test nnnnhg lab”

“What are you saying, Hughes?” He smirks, leaning on one arm looking at the woman crumbling to pieces under him. He tries to stall his orgasm, but it gets harder and harder at the sight of her losing her mind, combined with the sexy talk rolling over her swollen lips.

He takes her breasts in his mouth, murmuring “Come on baby, let go once more. Show me that beautiful look on your face.”

His words were enough to push her over the edge, he notices, leaving her breast and again hiding his head in the crook of her neck. Biting, sucking as she encourages his thrusting, drawing blood with her nails on his back.

“Fuuuuuuck yeah, Carrick.”

He feels her pussy contracting around him and lets out a deep groan. He wants to savor the feeling, but the damn release was so close, it was unfightable.

“I need you to fill me up, T. Please... I need you to come.”

He keeps thrusting, barely managing to hold it together as she keeps stumbling each time he slams into her. "Nhhhhhhgggg, Liz, God Liz."

She grabs his head out of her neck, to make him look up, straight in her sparkly, wanting eyes and he keeps thrusting into her, while barely able to hold his own body up while leaning on his hands.

“Fulfill the hunger, Carrick… still my appetite. ”

Holy fuck.

That was it, he feels how he is not able to fight it anymore and he releases, A deep groan escapes, filling her up, like as she wanted it.

His eyes rolling backward “Gnnnnnggg Hughes, for fuck sake…” He sinks through his arms and after a few more thrusts he holds still, both breathing hard, clenching onto each other. After a few minutes, he gives her a bunch of soft kisses on her forehead, before rolling to the side.

“You’re something else, Liz.” He gently grabs her arm, to place soft kisses on the bite mark.

She smiles, still out of breath. “You know, I expected more oooh Lara and ooooh Miss Croft.”

He snorts and she looks at him in surprise.

“You know what Hughes…” He moves his fingertips over her bare body, encircling her nipples before ending at her lips. He smiles softly and just stares at her in awe.

“Seriously, you’re not going to finish that sentence?”

“I’m sorry I got distracted. You know what it is... I lied to you that night we were drunk. You were my fantasy, but I couldn't just say that right. You are my colleague and I've never had the idea I could be something more until I saw the look on your face when you looked at me last week with my shirt off."

She sighs; "Well, It's already hard to hide it with your shirt on Carrick, but it appears to be a real-life mission impossible when you're standing bare-chested in front of me. It does weird things to my brains and body you know."

"Soooo, me suggesting to Ethan that the new work outfits should be shirtless is not an option?"

She giggles; "Oh no, you do that, please. As long as I get to watch when you ask him. Imagine the look on his face."

Tobias bites his lip at the thought; "True, though, I cannot imagine him saying no to a shirtless you...Miss Croft." He winks and pulls her close to his chest, softly caressing her arm.

"O God, I made a total fool out of myself didn't I?"

"Not at all. Never apologize for looking that delicious. Besides, she was my fantasy until you knocked her off her throne, Hughes."

"Oof, so I've drawn some bad blood there, or what?"

"Nah, actually you might have teamed up a few times.”

She laughs; "Well I'm always open for suggestions Carrick, so if you bump into her...never hurts to ask."

His eyes start to glister at her words. "I never dreamt of you being this naughty, Hughes."

"Is that right, Carrick? So, how did I actually do compared to fantasy Liz?"

He smirks “You’ve proven from our first kiss that reality can beat fantasy by a long shot.” He turns to his side to give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"I don't think I dared to dream that kissing you would feel this good Liz."

Her eyes start to flutter a bit, relaxing at his words. "So I guess there will be a next time, ha?"

"For me, absolutely. I can't wait to get caught with you day after day, making out in the supply closets until they just give us our own, with our names on it, to have a little fun in."

She smiles softly, barely able to keep her eyes open, murmuring; "I would love that, Tobias"

He removes his arm gently from under her neck to get up. He grabs the blankets, covering her and he lifts her head gently to lay it onto a pillow.

"Mmh, thank you T."

He smiles and plants a kiss on her forehead as she gets comfortable, shifting around, moving on her side.

He returns to bed, drawing her in to spoon.

“So about that whole yoga and gymnastics. Care to show me tomorrow in the shower?”

She smiles gently with her eyes closed. “Absolutely. And after that, you might want to show me around in your apartment... I might have missed everything except for 'naked you' and the breakfast counter.”

He laughs and looks at her in all his tenderness. He closes his eyes and moves hides his nose in her hair, breathing in her warm scent, focussing on the sound of her breathing.

Murmuring on the brink of falling asleep. “Deal, Miss Hughes. Besides you can have anything you want from me, anywhere. Because it's very clear that I was never the one in control, and hell, I love it."

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Magia Record, Season 2, Episode 5, "I Won't Forgive Anybody," First (and Second) Impressions!

In which the momentum continues to build, things start to fall apart, agendas are revealed, and some familiar faces retur-BEST GIRL IS BACK, Y'ALL!

I know this is late, but in my defense...it's been a hell of a week.

When we last left our heroes, Kaede's horrifying consumption by her own Doppel left us with some troubling revelations, in that magical girls who go to the Doppel well too many times will have their minds consumed by them and be unable to change back. This is further cemented when we finally see the return of everyone's favorite horrible cook Tsuruno, who had joined the WoM along with fellow villa residents Sana and Felicia in hopes of staving off their witchdom, but unfortunately it seems that she too is in a downward spiral to being consumed by her own Doppel as well.

Our story this week picks up as Touka starts up her Bond villain monologue, explaining over loudspeaker what her master plan is to her underlings. As this happens, two parties start moving, uncovering more and more of the WoM's horrific machinations.

First, we have Iroha, who is struggling to reconcile the fanatical Touka she hears now with the sweet and innocent girl in her memories (still not clear on how she got those back), and is resolved to get to the bottom of everything. Accompanied by Kuroe (and Chibi Kyubey for some reason), they race to confront our deranged child-fascists to see WTF they're all on about.

Honestly, since this episode is more about building momentum, not too much happens on Iroha's part, save for one major bit.

As they're pressed against the wall, Kuroe decides to just go fuck it and unleashes her Doppel, which now looks like a weird melty angel, buying Iroha the time she needs.

Only thing is, Kuroe is near her limit as well, and there's little chance of her coming back.

Meanwhile, as the return of Tsuruno at the beginning indicates, this episode also sees the return of other villa residents Felicia and Sana, both of whom have also joined the Magius, though they haven't so much drank the koolaid as swish it around as they look for a way of escape from the witch system. And sure enough, as Touka goes deep into her super villain monologue, they decide to go poking around to see what they can sniff up.

And honestly, though they've been mostly pushed to the side this season, their story is weird the really cool stuff happens.

First, there's the troubling discovery of the WoM kidnapping civilians and draining their...essence or whatever in weird MC Escher clinics to feed to witches. Which is...better than feeding them the whole-ass person, I guess, but not by much.

Also, as it turns out, the witches aren't just being farmed for grief seeds, but also as a food source.

For the Radiance, basically.

Nah, it's a giant artificial witch (they can do that?) called Embryo Eve, and it looks like a giant moth queen or whatever with a human mouth in its belly, which it uses to eat witches. Super disturbing, by the way. And apparently WoM wants to not only feed it the witches they have in captivity, but also lure in all nearby wild witches (just how many are there out there?) to be its food.

And that includes the big kahoona herself, Walpurgisnacht.

So according to Touka, once Embryo Eve has devoured Walpurgisnacht, it will become strong enough to fly through the world, spreading the Doppel system...somehow.

Y'know, considering what we now know about the Doppels, this raises questions.

I also really like Touka's moment of empathy for the witches, because the fact that they used to be girls themselves really ought to be brought up more.

But you don't care about any of that. Oh no, the real reason to get excited about this episode is...

Best. Girl. Is.

BACK!

...

AGAIN!

Okay, I'll admit, it wasn't until I actually saw the fang that I realized that it was her. And that's after we saw the spear and boots.

But anyway, Kyouko is back and charging in like a boss, swiping soul gems and making friends. She's not around for long, just long enough to establish that she's there and for her to bail once things get too freaky, because that's what she do. And with Madoka, Homura, and Sayaka on their way...

Please oh please gimme Kyouko and Sayaka interaction please God oh please

[delicatedestinystudents]

Asmo x chubby!MC

Trigger warning: verbal abuse, specifically targeting weight, along with not eating, insecurity

(F/S) = favorite show

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"Human!" A voice like nails on a chalkboard barked, hoping to gain the attention of (Y/N), walking up quickly behind them in the hallway. "Hey, fatass, I'm talking to you," they snapped again, grabbing their shoulder and forcing them to turn around.

(Y/N) shrunk away from them, averting their eyes, hoping that the demon would leave if they didn't argue back. "What is it?" They asked softly, arms going to cover their stomach, knowing the demon would point it out.

"I just wanted to make sure that you knew what you place was," he snapped, a sneer on his lips. "Just because you have a couple pacts doesn't mean that you're anything more then a lowly, pathetic human. The only thing that you're good for is food, just look at all that meat on you." A couple other demons laughed at the comment, standing nearby. "Don't get too comfortable having the 7 brothers on your side, sooner or later, they'll realize that you're only good for that one thing."

(Y/N) flinched at the harsh words, though they had come to accept them, hearing them more often then they would like to admit. "I know. I didn't forget what you told me yesterday. And the day before," they murmured in response, barely holding back tears, the words hurting more and more every day.

The demon snarled and raised and hand. "The fuck you just say to me?" He snapped, looking at if he was going to murder the exchange student. They quickly back off though, seeing a certain Avatar of Lust walking up with a cold look on his face.

"(Y/N), darling, are they bothering you?" Asmodeus said, softly, glaring at the demons. He stood close to them, his aura deadly.

"N-no, they just wanted to get the notes from yesterday's lesson in my potions class," (Y/N) rushed to say, feeling the eyes of the demon on them, warning them not to say a word.

Asmo turned to look at the human, frowning softly. "Are you sure, dear?" He asked quietly, shifting to stand between them, still giving the demon an icy glare.

(Y/N) nodded, rushing to pull some random notes out of their bag as a cover. They didn't know why they constantly covered for their bully. Maybe they just didn't want to look weak or vulnerable in front of any of the brothers, much less Asmo.

The demon murmured a harsh thanks before leaving, motioning for the other couple demons to follow them, leaving Asmo and (Y/N) alone. (Y/N) forced a smile, keeping their arms crossed in front of their stomach. "Can we go home?" They asked, looking over at the sin.

Asmo relaxed and nodded, his typical sweet aura back. "Of course! It's almost dinnertime anyways, darling, if we hurry, we'll get there before Beel eats it all," he teased lightly, lacing his arm through theirs.

The walk back to the House of Lamentations was rather peaceful, filled with occasional smalltalk. (Y/N) continued to go back to what the demon had said, replaying it over and over again in their head, making sure to keep a smile on their face for appearances. They didn't want Asmo to know that they were upset, especially since it was just a few harsh words. It would just upset them more if the demon had to worry about them because they couldn't handle a few insults.

Asmo glanced over at them, his expression softening. He knew that the demon from earlier wasn't asking for notes from a class, that much he was certain of. The pain in (Y/N)'s eyes was enough to prove that. He was contemplating how he would go about asking them what happened when they pulled him to an abrupt stop. "(Y/N)? Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

They nodded, giving him another fake smile. "I'm okay, I promise. I just... I don't really feel hungry, so I'm just going to go back to my room, okay?" They said, uncrossing their arms, not quite as self conscious with Asmo as with others.

He opted not to push the issue for now, simply giving them a small nod. "Of course, honey," he replied, opening the door to head inside. "If you need to talk or anything, just let me know."

They nodded a bit, holding back tears. "Thank you, Asmo," they spoke quietly, before walking away to head back to their room, tears falling as soon as they turned away from the concerned beauty.

Asmo watched them walk away, his heart hurting for them, the frown on his lips deepening. Whatever that demon had said, he could tell that it seriously hurt his sweet human. He couldn't comprehend how someone could so willingly degrade and harm someone so sweet and loving, especially knowing who that person was. He continued to ponder on theses thoughts as he made his way to the dining room, fidgting with his hands the entire time.

"Asmo, are you alright?" He finally heard from one of his brothers as he walked through the dining room, so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear them the first 2 times. He looked up and saw Satan looking at him with a questioning look.

"Oh, my apologies! Just lost in my head. (Y/N) shared some words with a demon earlier and they looked rather upset afterwards," he said, taking a seat across from his brother. "They looked very hurt and even decided to skip dinner. I don't know what the demon said to have hurt them so bad."

Satan frowned softly, seeing the lines of worry on his brothers face. "It's not the first time that words have been said to them, though, they've never skipped dinner because of it. Did you ask them?"

"I didn't think it was appropriate. They looked like they wanted to be left alone. I swear I heard them crying as they walked away from me," Asmo murmured, visibly distraught at the thought of his love hurting. "I think I'm going to go see if they're alright. If Lucifer asks where I am, just tell him I'm out shopping, I don't want (Y/N) to get pestered by him tonight." The Avatar of Lust then stood up, not waiting for another reply as he left the room quickly.

(Y/N) laid on their bed, curling into a ball, soft sobs shaking them. They had tried desperately to hold it in until they got back to the room, just barely having closed the door before breaking down. The words felt like arrows through their heart, and even though they knew better, they couldn't help but let intrusive thoughts invade their mind. 'Maybe he was right, the brothers don't really care. I'm just a human, I'm not on their level. It was stupid to think otherwise,' they thought, the sobs becoming harsher as they continued to let the thoughts run wild.

"(Y/N)?" Asmo called softly, knocking on the bedroom door, hearing little sobs and cries from inside the room. He waited a moment for a response before slowly opening the door, seeing his human curled on the bed, pain radiating off of them. "Oh, baby..." He made his way over, making sure to close the door behind him. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he leaned over, brushing hair away from their eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't find it in themselves to try and turn him away, not saying a word as the demon slipped in the room. They tried to quickly stop their sobbing, rubbing at their eyes furiously. "Hi, Asmo, " they started, voice shaking, "I-I'm sorry I didn't go to dinner, I just felt really bad and-"

Asmo cut them off, shushing them softly. "Shh, it's okay, baby, you don't have to go to dinner and you don't have to apologize for having feelings," he said softly, caressing their cheek, hoping to comfort them. "Do you want to talk about it?" He stayed close to their side, looking down at them, a sad smile on his lips.

(Y/N) hesitated before shaking their head, sitting up slowly, still wiping tears away. They looked flushed and tired, as if all the words had taken a huge toll on them, and the dam had finally broken loose.

Asmo nodded and kissed their forehead softly. "Alright, we won't talk about it. Instead, let's get you changed into something more comfortable and we can cuddle instead. I don't want you to be alone with your thoughts," he said softly, meeting their eyes.

"You don't have to stay with me, Asmo, it's was just some stupid words. I just got too emotional, it's nothing serious," they reassured, not wanting to feel like a bother to him.

Asmo tsked and stood up, going to get some clean and comfy clothes for (Y/N). "Yes, I do, (Y/N). You're hurting. They weren't just stupid words if it was enough to make you skip dinner," he pointed out, making his way back over with the clothes. "You deserve to be happy. I'm here for you whether you want me here or not. I adore you, and it hurts me to see you in pain. We don't have to talk about it, but I'm still going to try to make you feel better." He knelt by the bed, setting the clothes next to (Y/N). He cupped their cheeks and kissed them softly, putting as much love as he could in the kiss. "I love you, my beautiful darling, don't ever forget that."

(Y/N)'s lip quivered and their eyes filled with tears again, hands folded in their lap. "Really?" They asked, not believing the words.

"Really. I'll spend every single day with you if that's what it takes to prove that I do," Asmo said, smiling up at them. "You're my world, and even if you may not believe it, it's true."

"T-thank you, Asmodeus," they choked out, tears falling again. They quickly tried to wipe the tears away before slipping their arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a much needed hug, feeling much better just hearing his words of reassurance. They pulled back after a moment, sniffling softly. "After I change, can we watch (f/s)? I'm behind on a couple episodes."

Asmo nodded, resting his arms against the bed, looking up at them with adoration written on his expression. He was glad that he could make them feel a little bit better. He would definitely make it a point to share some words with the demon the next day, but for now, the only thing that matter was (Y/N). "Of course, we'll watch whatever you want. But only if I can be the big spoon."

[nightmaresart]

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓸

I don't give a fuck about you anyways

Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?

You never share your toys or communicate

I guess I'm just a play date to you

Play date - Melanie Martinez

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full Name: Orla Shannon Atkinson

Meaning of Name:

The name Orla is from Irish origins and means "Golden princess/ Golden lady"

The name Shannon is from Irish origins and means "Little old wise one" or in some rarer cases it means "Possessor of Wisdom"

Nickname: The empath, Lala & Vipertooth by Jackson @carewyncromwell

Reason of Nickname:

The empath is a nickname Orla recieved after some of her friends and fellow students managed to figure out that the girl always knows how other people are feeling, this caused her to show more empathy to those she sees as friends

Lala is one of the two nicknames that Orla received from one of her good friends, Jackson Knightly, at first the girl didn't like the sound of the name at all but she soon grew fond of it the more Jackson used it

Vipertooth is the other nickname that Orla received from her good friend and partner in crime, Jackson Knightly, she managed to get this nicknsme due to the fact that she doesn't back down in a fight and easily hexes people when they're bothering her and her friends

Gender identity: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Age: 17, but depends on what I write

Birthday: 31-12

Zodiac sign: Capricorn ♑

Place of birth: Tralee, Ireland

Blood Status: Pure Blood

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

The wand: Cedar, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 ½ inches

Cedar: Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Dragon Heartstring core: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Patronus: Black Swan

Black Swan - Thought to have been rarer than a unicorn when first discovered, black swans represent loyalty, monogamous love, and caring for loved ones. They may have a wild youth but remain monogamous later in life. Black swans represent the healing power of love and romance. Have you ever been on the receiving end of a protective mother swan? Dementors will be chased away by a whirling dervish!

Magical abilities: Emotion Manipulation, Legilimency, Occlumency

Emotion Manipulation/Enhanced Empathy: User can sense and manipulate the emotions, including feelings, moods and their affects, of themselves, people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise channeling emotions, even manifesting the emotional energy to physical level.

Legilimency: Legilimency is the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings. 

Occlumency: Occlumency is the act of magically closing one's mind against Legilimency.

Boggart:

Her parents looming over her, wanting to cradle her and close her off from society forever to protect her

Riddikulus form:

Her parents turn into their house elf Elijah and he starts to pull the silly faces he always made when Orla was younger

Amortentia:

What do they smell?

She smells old books, the sweet smell of a variety of pies and the woods

What do they smell like?

Orla smells like freshly plucked strawberries, a variety of flowers and a rainy day

Mirror of Erised

She will see herself in the future, with her friends and her boyfriend graduated from Hogwarts and no longer having to follow rules that were only ment to hold the young woman down

𝕻𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Eye Colour: Gold

Hair Colour: Light Blonde

Hair Style: She always keeps her hair up in a neat bun

Weight: 43 kg or 94 lbs

Height: 1,55 m or 5,1 ft

Type of Body/Build: Mesomorph/Hourglass figure, on the thinner side

Skin Tone: Pale Ivory

Distinguishing Marks: Her eyes stand out as well as the freckles that adorn her face

Face claim: Dove Cameron

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

Overall Personality:

She is a loyal and hardworking girl who can come off as harsh and crude when you first approach her. When you get to know her you will see that she is fierce and creative as well as loving. She just needs to time adjust to you and she'll eventually warm up. She is no softie and can easily hold her own if necessary. You wouldn't like this gal angry

Briggs myer type: ISFP

Good traits:

Loyal, hardworking, caring and kind

Bad traits:

Rude, easily agitated and annoyed, closes herself off once she is in pain

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊

Towards people they hate

Orla is very cold towards the people she hates, she doesn't even spare them a glance whenever she passes. However, when they're purposely pushing all her wrong buttons she will not hesitate with lashing out and fighting them.

Towards people they tolerate

A small smile is all that Orla will over to the people she tolerates, she doesn't want to chat with them but she won't treat them cruelly at all.

Towards people they consider friends

Towards the people she considers and sees as friends, Orla is nothing but kind, of course she will make snarky remarks when they're being idiots but she wouldn't trade them for anyone else. She is loyal and will stand by their side no matter what.

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘

Family:

Father: Jacob Atkinson

Mother: Anastasia Atkinson

Friends:

Kenneth Jones, Lewis Gallach, Tadgh Lynch, William Rosen @unfortunate-arrow , Monty Bloom, Teddy Ellison, Stella Seabright @cursebreakerfarrier , Jackson Knightly @carewyncromwell , Danny Gibson @catohphm , Logan Rosseto @demon-twins-and-co , Josie Edwards @lizzieparkerhphm

S/o:

TBD

Rivals: TBD

𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Born in Ireland to the family Atkinson, Orla has always been an only child to the pair Jacob and Anastasia Atkinson. This caused her parents to become protective over their daughter from a very young age, the young girl got whatever she wanted but she never got to interact with other children her age.

She was kept inside most of the time and was only allowed to leave the house with supervision of either her parents or their house elf Elijah. This continued for most of her life and Orla thought it was normal and that all parents were like her own.

Around the age of ten she discovered that she could sense other peoples/creatures emotions much stronger than anyone else could, she kept this a secret from her parents as well as the Legilimency and Occlumency she goes to discover once her grandparents visit her at her eleventh birthday.

Orla finally attended Hogwarts at the age of thirteen for the first time, her parents had alot of trouble coming to term with this but reluctantly allowed her to go with the promise of the headmaster that he would keep an eye on the blonde girl.

This is where she begins to discover more and more about herself and her powers, eventually unlocking their full potential once she reached the age of eighteen.

𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘

She eventually becomes a perfect.

She always wears long clothes that cover her body as she isn't comfortable showing much skin.

Due to her upbringing, Orla can come off as harsh and rude while in reality she has never interacted with people her age before and thus struggles with it.

She adores dressing up and often does so when she is either alone or when Jackson decides to drag the blonde along to go shopping.

She doesn't talk about her parents at all, she is embarrassed by them and often wishes they weren't so protective.

She is quite a powerful witch and can and will do some serious damage if people get on her bad side. Her parents may have been reluctant of her going to Hogwarts but that doesn't mean she hasn't been taught alot already.

She respects house elves alot and sometimes even helps them out whenever she has the time or feels like it.

She knows quite a bit of healing spells and uses them on her friends if they managed to get themselves hurt.

She can manipulate peoples emotions but doesn't do so, atleast not on purpose. Her feelings, when they're too much, sometimes affect the people around her and she doesn't even notice it until its mentioned to her.

If you want your mc to be added to her friends list, or if you want them to be her rival, just tell me and ill add them!^^

[ghostsofmemories]

Ocean In the Woods: Character Portraits/Profiles

I hope everyone enjoys this because this has taken Forever™ and it's the reason I haven't gotten anything done all week. I drew some portraits in my comic sans presentation but I'm not very happy with them anymore so here's some better ones!!

Arthur Benz, he/him (MC)

I've already posted his portrait once, but it wouldn't be right to ignore him here! Arthur is 17, a trans guy, and a little impulsive. His family is very supportive of his gender identity (because I literally never see that in stories ever) and he has been on testosterone for just over a year. He has a tendency to feel guilty over things out of his control, is extroverted but distant, and is observant in terms of detail but oblivious in terms of emotions. He's not really a school kind of guy and can't wait to get out of there.

Anne Benz, she/her (older sister)

Anne is a 24 year old woman who still lives at home (by choice because she loves them). She's a programmer, family genius, considering giving her a secret girlfriend. She's extremely caring and closest to Arthur out of the rest of his family. Takes her responsibility as the oldest Very Seriously but still knows how to be a cool badass.

Aiden Benz, he/him (little brother)

Aiden is 14, in 8th grade. He is my baby, small and soft and even though he's a bit of an asshole at times, I still love him. He gets very good grades and listens to Bach and sort of thinks he's above Arthur because of that, but he's going to grow a lot over the course of the story. He's just an adorable child and deserves better.

Maya Bright, she/her

Maya is Arthur's best friend, who is also 17 but 12 days older and will let you know. She is absolutely fucking wild, and still manages to keep straight A's. Chaotic bisexual. She and Arthur feed each other's impulses. Would get into an ivy league school but get arrested for rioting and throwing bricks. I love her.

Lance Fisher, he/him

The other best friend! 18 and the only straight white person in the group, but he's still rad. Has gotten suspended from school and (temporarily) kicked off the soccer team because someone was messing with his friends and he was not having it. He's kind of an all brawn no brain at times, but he's not actually stupid and it hurts is feeling when people make fun of him (but he'd never tell them that).

Ollie Cook, they/them

Local freshman at 15, and basically got thrown into the friend group after coming out in the fall. They are feminine and Do Not Care what people think about it. Loud, fun, go-with-the-flow kinda friend. Unsure about their sexuality. They're always there for everybody but kind of insecure about their place in the group due to being younger and new to this whole thing. Very sweet, 100/10.

Vanessa Pierce, she/her

16, a sophomore amongst many juniors and a freshman. Dating Ollie, and the two of them are a very cute couple. Local lesbian (listen I don't wanna get into the gatekeeping stuff about nb people and sexualities, yeah? Let them exist) and lover of all things in shades of red. Probably secretly a goddess.

Ocean, she/her

Possible love interest from a parallel dimension (it's basically our world but set back 20 years and with monsters? I don't really get it either tbh. I'm just going with it) who accidentally brings a very scary monster/demon/whateverthefuck to our world. She's very desperate for approval in most things she does, as she's very unfamiliar with the technology and social dynamics here. She's very homesick and misses her family, but the portal back home won't open until the physical world is as it was before she got there (AKA no monster). Idk how old she is yet, but between 16 and 18. Mysterious. Unpredictable. Nervous wreck.

The Benz parents also play pretty big roles in the story, but I didn't include them here as I don't really have a clear picture of what they look like yet, so here they are (I basically just made some Really Awesome Parents because I don't think we see enough of that in fiction, especially YA):

Denise (mother) is very nurturing and careful. She wants to do everything as perfectly as possible with the fewest amount of repercussions. Her father is of Nigerian descent and her mother was born and raised in Mexico, but died when Denise was a young girl. She's trying to learn spanish as a tribute to her mother and heritage, but she's also juggling a career and her children, so it's a process.

Richard (father, who will always be Richie to his wife and in my heart) is also a programmer, and sparked Anne's interest in the job when she was young. He tries to spend time with all his kids and struggles to accept the fact that they're growing up. He does whatever he can to make them happy. He owns up to the mistakes of his past (spent some time in rehab when Anne and was a kid and Arthur was a baby), but does his best to move forward.

Overall, this is my favorite cast of characters ever!! I might have to slightly pair down some of the stuff I've got going in my head for them because frankly, there is Too Much Subplot (but. I love them so much) and there is not room for all their development and characteristics.

Taglist: @brooklyn-etc @coffeeandcalligraphy @my-lifes-one-big-critical-fail @kozyisa-tries-to-write