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She opened her eyes. Daylight dazzled her.
âYouâre awake!â Mothwing gasped beside her.
The air was cold, the light harsh. Frostpaw began to make out Mothwingâs âface. Behind her trembling mentor, she saw Sunbeam and Duskfur and Mistpaw. They were all here. She struggled to lift her head and saw Nightheart and Graypaw and, crowding the entrance, Nightsky and Minnowtail. Outside, her clanmates were jostling to see in. Their eyes were fixed on her, wide and shining with joy as she looked back at them. Her heart skipped a beat. They were waiting for me. They wanted me to come back. The realization filled Frostpaw with an emotion so strong, her throat tightened. She couldnât speak. She felt a rough tongue lapping her head.
âDonât rush to sit up.â Mothwing was washing her like a queen washing her kit. She sat back, her eyes bright with joy. âTake as much time as you need. Weâre just glad youâre with us again.â
Frostpaw was suddenly aware of how weak she felt, but the deathly heaviness had gone. And she was hungry. Then she saw Tree.
The SkyClan tom was outside, blinking at her from among her Clanmates. âYou heard the singing.â He pushed his way into the den. âIt brought you back.â
âI was in StarClan,â she told him breathlessly. âThen I heard voices. They carried me here.â
âIâve seen the Sisters do it,â he told her. âI wondered if it would work for you, so I fetched everyone I could think of. All the she-cats who love you.â
Frostpaw looked around once more at the faces of her Clanmates, and at Nightheart and Sunbeam. They really were shining with love for her. Her heart quickened. For the first time in moons, she didnât feel alone.
I can't tell you how many hours I've spent tweaking the lighting and color filters on this. It's been multiple days of the drawing itself being done and just doing countless tweaking. I'm still not happy with it but I'm just. Done. I'm proud of how the poses and shading on the cats turned out and the composition of the piece, and I'm sure I'll be happier with it in a few months looking back on it, but right now I'm just. Blah.
Frostpaw is of course in the nest with a slathering of cobwebs over her throat wound, Mothwing is licking her head while Duskfur is leaning over her. Then in the middle row we have from left to right Sunbeam, Mistpaw, Tree, Nightheart, and Graypaw, then in the front on the left is Nightsky, then Icewing in the very corner of the image, with Minnowtail (who needs a new ref sheet but the new TEQ kiddies will probably get theirs first) just behind her.
The RiverClan medicine den is described as under a thorn bush overhanging a stream between two mossy rocks, with a stretch of pebbles in front of the den, and herbs hidden behind reeds within the den, so I tried to show all of that accurately.
#warrior cats#erin hunter#warriors#wc#a starless clan spoilers#star spoilers#asc spoilers#a starless clan#Frostpaw#Frostdawn#Mothwing#Duskfur#Sunbeam#Mistpaw#Tree#Nightheart#Graypaw#Nightsky#Icewing#Icestar#Minnowtail#RiverClan#SkyClan#ThunderClan#ShadowClan
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How would the ghouls feel if a like dove appears while they're with mc/pc
I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!
anon this is a beautiful idea I love you mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah
I hope you don't mind me tweaking this just a little though!
Ghouls Reaction to Seeing a Like Dove While Alone with MC
These are all written under the assumption that you're the one whose feelings made the Like Dove show.
Frostheim:
Jin Kamurai - Jin would notice the dove but he wouldn't care for its presence or for what it means. He's King Kamurai, after all. There's probably dozens of students thinking about him.
Tohma Ishibashi - I could totally see Tohma teasing you about the dove once he sees it. He'd ask you if you know what it means or if you brought it here- but he'd change the topic before you could answer
Lucas Errant - Luca would point out the dove, thinking it looks pretty, but he wouldn't realize what it means despite Kaito telling him in the early chapters.
Kaito Fuji - Kaito would freak the fuck out and cry like he just won the lottery. Seeing a Like Dove basically is like winning the lottery for him.
Vagastorm:
Alan Mido - Alan would point out the dove, but only because he thinks it looks nice. He has absolutely no idea what it means. "Hey. Look at that bird. Why?... It seems like something you'd like."
Shohei Haizono - Sho is used to seeing the doves hang around Leo, but not him. What did they mean again? Something about someone liking someone else? Whatever, he doesn't care.
Leo Kurosagi - Leo wouldn't pay any mind to the Like Dove. He sees those things all the time, after all. It doesn't mean anything to him anymore.
Jabberwock:
Haru Sagara - Haru would think it's just another anomaly wandering around Jabberwock- not that it's near him for any specific reason. He'd still tease you about it though. "Gyahaha! A Like Dove! Those only show up when someone's crushing on you!! Do you have a thing for me?"
Towa Otonashi - Towa would get so giddy and happy. After all, he saw a Like Dove while he was with you!! That must mean you love him justtt as much as he loves you! He'd wrap his arms tightly around you and give you a big hug as he nuzzles you.
Ren Shiranami - Ren would brush it off completely. "Oh, that? Yeah apparently those show up and visit people when someone's crushing on them. Dunno who'd ever be into me tho."
Sinostra:
Taiga Hoshibami - He'd eat it. And then he'd eat you. It's up to you whether it's in the kinky way or not.
Romeo Lucci - The Like Dove would immediately catch Romeo's eye and he'd demand you to capture it for him. He'd be too focused on grabbing the rare anomaly to even confront you about why it appeared when you were with him.
Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu wouldn't say anything about the dove but he'd take note of it. If he kept seeing them around, he'd eventually talk to you about it. " I often see Like Doves whenever we're together. Do you have romantic feelings for me?"
Hotarubi:
Haku Kusanagi - Haku would tease you about the dove, but in the kind of way that revolves around you. "You see that dove over there? It means someone's thinking of you. I'm not surprised. You're quite the catch~"
Subaru Kagami - Subaru would be more shy about it than you. He wouldn't want to bring it up... what if you think he's accusing you of having a crush on him? He probably wouldn't even be able to look at the pink bird.
Zenji Kotodama - Zenji would point out the dove and sing a little rhyme he wrote about it. He'd tell you stories of the dove without really realizing why it showed up for him.
Obscuary:
Edward Hart - Ed would pretend not to notice the dove while he teases you (aka asks you outlandish questions). And of course, he'd throw in a "Do you prefer Rui or Lyca?"
Rui Mizuki - Rui would point it out and tease you about it relentlessly. "You know what those mean, right? Someone has a crush~"
Lyca Colt - Lyca would notice the Like Dove from the sudden new smell. He'd glare and growl at it, thinking it means danger. "Grrr... what is that thing? Why's it following me around?"
Mortkranken:
Yuri Isami - Seeing the dove would boost Yuri's already massive ego. Of course someone's thinking of him! He's a magnificent doctor! Wait... what do you mean Like Doves show for romantic adoration?! After this realization, he'd go into Victorian Gentleman Cardiac Arrest âą
Jiro Kirisaki - Jiro probably wouldn't even notice it unless you pointed it out. Even then, he'd just info dump about the biology of the Like Dove, the meaning of it's presence completely going over his head.
#GAHH IM FINALLY DONE#i really am sorry this took so long!!#tokyo debunker#tkdb#undead ramblings#tdb#tokyo debunker headcanons#headcannons
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finally organized my mythos headcanons so here they are
#kirby#headcanon pile#hey hal when are we gonna flesh out light matter. i hope thatâs next#this will probably all be tweaked over time but i wanted to get it out#iâve hinted at it before but iâve never actually stated anything#you can pry my deity morpho hcs from my cold dead hands <3#that bitch is not void matter#mk and morpho do some teamwork to hunt down dark nebula methinks#itâs a wip idea
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yada yada happy halloween to these FREAKS (and you guys :3 and myself i gusss :3) doodle from art class that i GUESS could be considered halloween...... idk ok idk ok something was up with me when i drew this
#look killer would like being praised more but to be fair since when has anyone been truly canon with him#to make myself not tweak out i can just pretend this is my fanon#i mean like mtt to me is the epitome of finding slight comfort in suffering when theyre not beating eachother up#dust and horror are affirming killer's terrible thoughts about himself!! how sweet :3 <3 theyre so made for eachother#horror looks like he has a second eye but dont be fooled i just didnt shade that in#i NEED to lock in on that animation. i dont think i have any homework today#i just have a short worksheet and then i'm good to draw i really should really really should im so sorry#disappointed in myself smh more than any of YOU ever will be#originally this was gonna be them in their halloween costumes looking down but then i was like#wait i dont wanna draw killer so ierased him and then just put horror and dust in their normal outfits bc i liked it#and i was like hold up hold up i gotta include killer somehow. SOMEHOW.and then this is the resuly#listen these guys dont freak around but they do various other things that are almost just as freaky as sex#that was more of a side blog thought triglycercule. i know. i will elaborate more there i guess#i ate so much candy today!!! and i didnt even go trick or treating!!!!!#theyre so smitted and enamoured with eachother :333 i love that for them#theyre so cannibalism core. theyre so if i cant have you nobody can core. theyre not soulmates but instead eachothers curse. theyre so UGH#only the murder time trio can match the other 2's freaks i fear nobody else can#its either less crazy or more crazy and these 3 are the perfect amount of balanced to even the other 2 out#i love that one kist animatic that that one really cool twitter kist artist drew#i know theres probably a really good horrordust animatic out there somewhere 2#WHERES THE HORRORKILLER ANIMATIC HUH!!!! WHERE!!!!!!!#horrorkiller once again left out of the trio duo ships......... this is biased i fear#people just hate to see unhealthy bitched unhealthy smh. they can handle toxic kist but they cant handle toxic hrkl???? BLASPHEMY#triglycercule's rambling again (like a dementia patient) i should get to work#i found my first ever sand au fan out in the wild today. this is a moment in history i fear#i will never find another sans au fan in the world until i pass 30 years of age and im sad but whatever#i cant wait to get a job so i can start ordering stickers of my trio#i cant WAIT to get a pinmaker one day and start my very own mtt ita bag#i want a pinmaker so bad god. just so i can staple their faces all over#tricule rant
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Youâre in a particular mood whilst in the midst of intimate shenanigans and itâs about to get you in a whole heap of trouble. Or when you ask themâŠ
âIs it in yet?â
feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)
tw: female reader, brat behaviour, regretting decisions, smut smut and more smut, edging, overstimulation, temp play, light bondage (held bodily), all the boys bringing out their Dom sides to varying degrees, spanking, oral fixation, creampies, hair pulling, phew sorry if I missed something
âExcuse me?â
âWhat? It was an innocent question,â you huffed, biting your lip and glancing towards the ceiling light over his shoulder.
You could feel the hard length of Rafayelâs cock twitch within your walls, his hand, splayed wide at your hip, tensed until his fingertips pressed harder into the soft yield of your skin.
The urge to squirm was growing more intense, but then he would know. He would know you were goading him. Hell, he probably already knew given the narrow of his violet hued eyes and the crease forming between his eyebrows.
When he didnât speak, didnât move, barely drew breath, you piped up once moreâpushing your luck too far.
âAll I asked was if it was in yet. Whatâs the problem, Raf?â
Rafayel hissed.
The unnatural noise made you jump, a pathetic moan tumbling from your lips when the jerking motion nudged the tip of his cock against your swollen pleasure spot.
âBratâŠâ he seethed, pulling out of you and leaning back to spread your thighs wide apart. âAnd to think I was being so nice to you. Clearly, you donât want nice.â
His long fingers splayed out on your sensitive inner thighs, holding you down on the bed with your cunt gaping and flexing from where he had just been buried. Arousal dripped along your slit until it dribbled to the sheets below.
You reached from him, squalling from the sudden empty feeling but he pushed away your hand and gave a stern shake of his head.
âRafayââ
âHush. Donât speak. Letâs see how long you can last, hm?â
Gripping the base of his cock, he spread his knees wider so he was closer to you once more. The fat tip leaked with precum which he smeared around your entrance before pushing into you, but stopping when the tip disappeared.
It felt delicious and your skin warmed all over from the sensation. You keened, attempting to roll your hips upward only to be stopped by a firm grip.
âOh? You feel it now⊠shame.â
Frowning, you licked over your suddenly parched lips.
Rafayel was pissed.
It turned you on to see him darken; from the colours swirling in his eyes to the shadow falling over his face to his entire demeanour growing sterner, everything more angular and sharp.
Again he withdrew and let his cockhead slap against your puffy clit, far from gentle. Your nerve endings were on fire, sweat gathering on your hairline.
Over and over Rafayel repeated the process. He gave you only ever an inch and never for long enough. Your stomach was in knots from the treatment, the continued smacking of your swollen pearl which he would reach down and tweak every now and again, stopping when he knew you were getting close.
âPleaseâŠâ you begged, broken and near tears. âI need to feel all of you. âwant your cock.â
âWhatâs that, cutie? I didnât think you could feel anything⊠and now you want it all? Brats donât get treats, they get tricks so hush until Iâm ready.â
Rafayel edged you for the next hour; giving you enough stimulation to keep you tense and desperate but never enough to satisfy your needs.
It would be quite some time until you decided to be sassy with the Lemurian again.
Sylus paused.
His mouth pulled back from your neck, steady breaths tickling your skin and emphasising the bruises blooming to life.
âIâm sorry, I think I must have misheard you. What did you say, sweetie?â
You were regretting your moment of madness already, heart pounding so harshly in your chest that it just might beat right out. Funnily enough, your voice disappeared into nothing but a strand of whimpered syllables.
He clicked his tongue in dismay, and cupped your chin firmly to bring your focus to his face. You couldnât run from the piercing intensity of his vermillion eyes, nor from the hold on your jaw that tightened until you were close to squeaking out.
âNothing, Iâm sorryââ
âNo, no. You should repeat what you asked me, kitten. Something about âis it in yet?â, no?â His voice was a deadly calm whisper and that was so much worse than an overly emotional reaction.
Sylus thrust harshly into you when your mouth flapped open and closed like a fish out of water, your stomach clenched and your legs wrapped more tightly around his waist.
âSeems like you can feel me just fine⊠so why deny it? Does the kitten want to brat me tonight? Tsk tsk. Bad kitty.â
He peeled away your legs from his sides carefully, thumbs digging into the backs of your knees whilst he adjusted your body beneath him. You went from being intimately close to having your knees digging into your chest and your ankles by your ears.
The adjustment allowed him to sink deeper into you, knocking the air from your lungs. Sylus loomed over your folded body with one stretched hand holding your ankles. It was enough to keep you in the position he desired, enough that every forward momentum felt like you might burst all over him.
âI canât hear you, sweetie.â
You squealed and squirmed. Your eyes rolled over to the back of your head. You wet his cock so thoroughly that slick dripped from his balls, only emphasising the smacking sound when they impacted heavily against your backside.
Over and over he drove you through orgasm after orgasm. Sylus wrung you like an overly used towel and listened to you sing his name along with the best attempts at apologies you could muster. Every sound was desperation incarnate and he let out an amused huff that gave way to a guttural groan signalling his own release.
âSylus⊠oh fuck, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
Instead of releasing your trembling legs, the cunning man above you ran his fingers around the base of his cock, coating them in the mixed essence of you both which had managed to escape.
The digits came away creamy, shiny and debauched. With a wolfish grin, he pushed them into your mouth to silence your continued pleas for mercy. Your tongue flattened against roughened pads, the tang lighting up your taste buds and saliva rushed to meet them.
âI heard you, but bad kitties need to be reminded of their manners. Now then, suck my fingers cleans so I can fill you with another load. I need to make sure you really feel it after allâŠâ
Sylus made you pay for your sass over and over that nightâŠ
â⊠did I? Did I hear you right?â
âDid I stutter? I said⊠is it in yet, Xav?â You asked churlishly. His cerulean eyes swam like oceans in front of your face, a fleeting look of hurt passing over his features and that was enough to deflate most of your bravado.
âWait, baby, Iâm sorry. You donât deserveââ
Xavier cut you off with a move you could only describe as pro wrestling adjacent.
One moment he was cradled by the comfort of your body and the next, he was rolling you over onto your stomach and straddling your thighs. His hand traced the curve of your spine, pressing your chest deep into the plush mattress and ending by winding around your hair.
âNo, baby. You donât deserve to be given half-assed dick. Let me make up for my failings,â he rasped into your ear, leaning over you whilst his slick cock rocked between the cleft of your ass.
He tugged on the makeshift ponytail heâd made, drawing your head up at the same time the rest of you was crushed into the sheets, your hands trapped beneath your stomachâuseless.
âSpread your legsâthatâs itâI see youâre not completely off the rails tonight.â
Xavier worked himself through the gap of your thighs, the blunt head of him butting up against your clit and drawing little gasping hisses from you. His fingers tightened in your hair, and you squirmed, futile beneath his weight.
When he finally notched at your fluttering hole, you were holding your breath so hard you could hear the blood flowing in your ears. His hips descended, dropping himself flush along your body at the same moment he fucked into you.
âShit!! Xav! Oh godâŠâ
Xavier chuckled nasally, a hungry mouth clamping over the beating pulse in your neck. He set a harsh pace immediately, fucking you prone bone.
You could do absolutely nothing but take every hit. His cock moulding your pussy to fit him and him alone. The angle had him rutting right up near your cervix, so close to flashes of pain but measured enough to stop before he could inflict any actual damage.
He huffed into the crook of your neck, biting and licking over the hurt with shallow breathing that mimicked your own. Xavier was relentless and you had never seen him quite like this.
âSo tight, princess. You feel me now? Tell me. Do you feel me in your belly? Gonna spill any minute,â he admitted with a heavy grunt punctuating the words.
In your belly? You could feel him in your damn throat with how deep he was hitting and all you could do was squeal. The sound heightened into a high pitch shriek only animals would hear when he shifted himself to deliver a hearty smack to your backside.
âCâmon⊠tell me. Is it in now? Is my cock deep enough? The cream youâre leaking tells me yes but I want to hear it from you.â
âYes! Xavier, yes!â
Never again would you make that same mistake. Who knew your star boy had it in him?
At first, you werenât sure if he had heard you. Zayne was frozen above, hands pressed to either side of your head and his eyes fixedly shut.
You were about to repeat your attempt at being a brat just to see how the good doctor would react when he blinked open his eyes and your jaw snapped shut.
The frown deepening his brow seemed genuinely startled and he raised a hand to feel your forehead like he was assessing you for a medical condition.
âYou donât feel feverish⊠perhaps some neurological condition has manifested,â he muttered almost to himself.
âZayneâdonât be silly. All I asked was if it was in yet?â
He hummedâthoughtfully. âYes. I heard you, but I canât quite correlate the words with the sentiment because I know you can feel me.â
âOh, you do, huh? Sound pretty full of yourself, Dr Zayne.â
As if for emphasis, he pumped himself into you with a snap of his hips. It resulted exactly as he wanted, with your breathless gasp and your head flying back against the pillows.
âYou were saying?â He asked coolly. âPerhaps I should check your reactions to other stimuli, just to be sureâŠâ
âWhat does thatâoh!â
Ice veiled the tips of his fingers, careful blue veins creating intricate patterns. Zayne sat back on his haunches, cock still plugged into your clenching cunt, and traced those frozen digits down the column of your throat and towards your breasts.
âCold! Cold! Stop that,â you yelped, swatting at his hand which diligently refused to be dissuaded.
Only the very corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, his smart, ever assessing eyes watching intently whilst he circled your puffy nipples and they stiffened further from the cold.
âYou seem to react to low temperatures within normal ranges, how about warm temperatures,â he mused absently.
Without further warning, his head dipped and his tongue brushed your pert nipple. Zayneâs lips surrounded the bud and suckled with enthusiasm. The instant heat of his mouth bowed your spine and raised your ass so you were grinding yourself shamelessly against Zayneâs front.
âZayne⊠fuck.â
The friction elicited from the coarse thatch of neatly trimmed hair at his pelvis caused you to mewl and whine. Your fingers carded through his dark hair and all rational thought flew from your mind.
Just as you were getting used to the hot sensation of your nipple being sucked and pinched by careful teeth, he switched. Ice enveloped the swollen skin, a burn gnawed at your gut but it was a pleasant one.
Zayne continued to tweak at your nipples in turn, cooling them down and warming them up with his tongue, all whilst he maintained a steady pace within you. His cock throbbed and your walls spasmed.
âMy diagnosis,â he said quite suddenly, mouth breaking from your breasts with a shallow pant, âis that of brattitude. Quite a severe case tooâŠâ
You groaned aloud, eyes cast heavenward at the near orgasm that was close to cresting over you like a playful wave.
âTreatment begins now. Iâll make sure you continue to feel me all night long.â
The good doctor was true to his word, and come morning, the only thing you couldnât feel were your legs.
#love and deepspace#lads sylus#lads zayne#lads rafayel#lads xavier#sylus smut#zayne smut#rafayel smut#xavier smut#sylus x you#zayne x you#rafayel x you#xavier x you#lnds smut#lads smut
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đ The Turmoil One Suffers
summary: In the second installment of The Secrets One Keeps, a relaxing day on the pogue proves to be anything but, with your inner struggles getting the better of you and JJ hot on your tail.
jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader
warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, talks of suffocation ig? plz let me know if I've missed anything.
a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering I first wrote this like 3 years ago. Also, for those asking, I won't be doing a taglist for this fic bc I'm lazy and technologically deficient.
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You shouldnât have been smoking, it made you feel uneasy, paranoid even.
You had found yourself on the pogue in the wake of Popeâs incessant bitching about how you had to make up for ditching them last night. The guilt had made you cave in. As he spoke, all that had flashed through your head was images of Rafe. You on top of Rafe, Rafe with his hands around your neck, the way Rafeâs hair felt between your fingers as you gripped on it when he got messy between your-
âDudeâ Sarahâs voice snapped you out of your recurring thoughts.
You turned your head to her as you took a drag of the blunt JJ had rolled, "hmm?"
âI asked if you wanted a beer?â
You checked the time on your phone, 12pm. After enduring 3 hours on this floating nightmare, you decide you're probably deserving of one.
âuh yeah sure.â You took another hit, extending your arm to grab the cold bottle.
You bought the edge of the glass bottle up to your lips and took a swig, letting the liquid wash over your cotton mouth. A swig swiftly turning into a gulp as thirst suddenly became itself known to you. One gulp then turned to two and before you knew it the bottle dried out.
JJ eyed your every move, the feeling that had been bugging him since you got into the Twinkie that morning had now grown into full-blown concern. Your unusual behaviour was deafening with the sounds of alarm bells.
âThirsty?â He spoke with furrowed brows, prompting Pope to chuckle though no joke had been intended.
Your eyes flickered towards JJ momentarily and instantly you knew what he was thinking. Anger disguised as adrenaline coursed through you.
âSarah will you pass me another? Mines empty.â Defiance clear in your tone, causing a thick tension to settle over the boat.
â's a bit it early to start chugging drinks isnât it?â JJ speaks up again before Sarah has time to respond.
You scoffed as you turned to him once more, maintaining eye contact as you took a long drag from blunt. As you exhaled the smoke, the thick white cloud blurred his features.
âSarahâ you tried again.
You hear a small sigh as she hands you another bottle.
âThank youâ You took another swig at the bottle, hoping the liquid would force down the concoction of guilt and anger that swirled in your mouth.
âSo like am I saying words out loud or is it just in my head?â JJ tried, at this point he just wanted a reaction out of you.
âYou asked me to come here.â Your tone was snippy, as another burst of smoke entered your system.
âwell my mistake clearly.â He was getting pissed off now, and you couldnât deny the sick satisfaction it gave you. You knew it was unfair, he hadnât done anything wrong, you just couldnât help it.
Pope cleared his throat. âThis is a whole lotta tension for such a little boat.â He tried to lighten the mood but his joke fell flat.
As you downed your second beer, you took another drag. âIt is isnât it?â You turned to him.
âMaybe you should have some of this JJ, itâll help you relax.â You threw the blunt in his direction, letting it fall at his feet.
âWhat the hell crawled up your ass today?â JJ spat at you, picking up the blunt.
The mixture of alcohol and weed infected your system, your breathing became staggered as you suddenly became hyper aware of the layers clinging onto your body.
You don't answer. Instead choosing to stand up and remove your T-shirt. Rafe returned to your mind as you focused on the image of him mimicking your same actions. Your trousers were next to go. You pushed them down whilst picturing Rafeâs hands running down your legs.
Pope eyed Sarah and JJ whoâs gaze were trained on you and your movements.
âWhatcha doing there bud?â Sarah asked watching you strip down to your underwear.
âIâm too hotâ was all you said, stepping off the edge of the boat and letting yourself plunge into the cool water below you.
As you became completely submerged, you breathed out all of the air in your irritated lungs. Leaving you empty and heavy as you continued to sink. The muffled noises of the water hit against your head yet all you could hear was your thoughts racing.Â
As the need for air increased, the rush of thought slowed. You liked it. The weightlessness of your body, mixed with the numbing of all of your senses was peacefull. A welcome change from the overdrive your body had been running on for the past year.Â
You forced yourself to stay down there, pushing your physical boundaries. A split second before completely losing consiousness you emerged again, letting the air penetrate through your system and invade your insides as it worked to reboot your muscles before giving life again to the internal mayhem in your mind again.Â
You floated with your head above the surface and your back facing the pogues. You couldnât find yourself to act remotely interested in what they thought about your little show.Â
JJ in turn felt as though he was slowly loosing his head. He felt dumbfounded because it wasnât just your behaviour that was different, your entire demeanour and vibe was off and he failed to comprehend what could have happened in the span of 12 hours for you to return to him a complete different person.Â
Sarah could see the way he looked at you, he was hot on your tail and she panicked trying to divert his calculating eyes from you. âSoâ she spoke up loud enough so that you could hear and be part of the conversation should you wish to. âTheres a party at my house tonight.â
âOh really?â JJ answered, evidently uninterested as he continued his stare down with the back of your head.Â
âYeah Wardâs out of town with Rose and y'know Rafe, any opportunity he has to get shitfaced heâll take it.â Relief washed over her as JJâs eyes finally unglued from you.Â
At the mention of Rafe your ears perked up.Â
âDo you guys wanna come?â A devilish grin on her face evident as she spoke.Â
âA kook party? We wouldn't be welcome.â Pope answered for the three of you, prompting a scoff from Sarah.Â
âItâs my house too, plus I already threatened Rafe to let me invite you guys. I told him Iâd snitch on him otherwise.â She shrugged.
âIâm sure he loved thatâ JJ added, amused at the thought of antagonising the Cameron boy.Â
âWell what did he say?â Three pairs of eyes turned to you as you finally spoke up from the water, now facing the boat again.Â
JJ couldnt help the face that your question caused him to pull. Why did you suddenly care about what Rafe Cameron had to say? Sarah already said they could go so why did it even matter?Â
âHe said whatever as long we stay away from him.â Her answer caused Pope and JJ to roll their eyes. It had been somewhat of a lie though.Â
Because what Rafe had really said when Sarah had threatened him was, âwhatever just stay away from us, and why don't you go ahead and bring that sexy little friend of yours.âÂ
To which Sarah had replied with, âWe wouldnât want to hang out with you and your classist friends anyway. Also, Kiaraâs with JJ, and Y/N wouldnât even touch you with a 10 foot pole so.â Unkowing of the situation between you and Rafe.
Looking back at it now, Rafeâs coy response of âweâll seeâ suddenly made much more sense to her as she shuddered slightly in disgust.Â
âCanât we take a night off? I mean donât you guys think weâve been going a little extra hard recently?â Pope tried to reason as you swam back up towards the boat, forcing yourself on board again.Â
âIâll be there.â You interjected as the water ran down your body, soaking the deck of the hms.Â
âwe all will be.â JJ fired back, a confusing swirl of concern and anger towards your attitude fought for dominance within his head.Â
You ignored him once more and lay back on the sodden deck, letting your persistant introspection rest as the blanket that was intoxication comforted you. You looked up at the clouds and the weighlessness returned. Before you knew it, he sounds of Pope and Sarah chatting drifted away with the soft waves that carried the boat. You lost grip on consciousness as the sun lulled you to sleep.
Around half an hour went by before JJ spoke up. âhey" he double checked you were definitely asleep.
He took your silence as confirmation before turning to the other two. âY'all saw that right?â
âSaw what?â Sarah played dumb even though he she knew exactly what he was referring to.
âthe way she was actingâ He whisper shouted, confused as to why no one else seemed remotely worried. âIt was like she hated us.â He spoke with the tone of a wounded man.
âYeah⊠us.â Pope muttered under his breath.
âI think sheâs just tired J, she uh- she had a long night.â Sarah stiffled what had been something between a laugh and a groan.
âNah guys look- I know her, that wasnât normal.â JJ didnât ease up.
âWe all know her.â Pope jumped on the defensive.
âcâmon dude itâs not just me, somethings obviously wrongâ
At this point Sarah wished for anything to distract him, because as much as JJ wasnât the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academic performance, he most certainly wasnât dumb. And he definitely knew what he was talking about when it came to you.
âMaybe Itâs.. you know..â Pope waggled his eyebrows. âHer timeâŠâ he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck âof- of the month?â
âNice Pope.â Sarah rolled her eyes.
ââs not that. Guys look listen to me somethings definitely wr-â the ringing of his phone interrupted JJ mid sentence. Saved by the bell. Literally.
JJ grabbed his phone and his frown eased up slightly as he looked at the caller ID.
âHey babyâ his tone made it seem like whatever he had been worrying about softened itâs grip on him at the sound of her voice. âUh huh, okay give us ten and weâll be there.â He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
âKie?â Sarah asked, praying he wouldnât resume his ramble.
âYeah sheâs finished up at the wreck, wants us to go get her.â And with that the subject was dropped.
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The late afternoon breeze stroked you awake as you suddenly became aware of the voices around you.
Your eyes fluttered open and you stirred where you lay, your body stiff from the 4 hour positioning against the hard wood of the hms. You slowly sat yourself up and threw your T-shirt back on your body before turning back to glance at the now complete group of pogues. Fuck how long had you been out for.
You let your eyes linger on Kiara and JJ a couple of seconds longer than everybody else. He laughed carelessly pulling her tighter against his side. You groaned out quietly and reached for your phone, typing out that damned name.
To Rafe:Â Having a party and you didnât invite me? Iâm almost offended.
Almost instantly a reply came through.
Miss me already?
You rolled your eyes as he sent you another.
Figured Sarah would open her big mouth, better see you tonight ;)
âMorning Camper.â John B spoke up. You turned around to face him, every single one of them with their attention on you.
âHey can you take me home?â You directed at no one in particular.
âYou donât wanna stay and hang out?â Kie asked, she wanted to reach you, connect with you.
âI just want to go homeâ You were irritated and your head hurt, you were certainly in no mood for any of this.
John B was next to try âCâmon man we havenât all hung out like this in ag-â
âFuck just take me homeâ You lashed out. âpleaseâ You added in an attempt to soften the blow.
Silence fell over the pogues as John B lifted himself up and steered the boat towards the direction of your house.
As you hopped down you muttered a joyless goodbye to everyone.
âWait! Iâll walk you in.â JJ peeled himself away from Kiara and followed behind you, slightly speeding as you hadnât bothered to stop and wait.
He walked beside you, waiting until you were both out of hearing distance from the others.
âwhy are you angry?â He spoke up.
âIâm not angry.â You tried to walk faster but a calloused hand stopped you.
âStop. Just stop.â You heard the desperation in his voice as he turned you around to face him. âcan you just talk to me? Look whatever I did to piss you off Iâm sorry. You just- you were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you hate us-â
âStop JJâ You just wanted it to stop. The consequence of your actions pounding down on you with every word that left his mouth.
âStop what?!â He couldnât help but shake you.
âTalking! Stop talking!â You shoved him forcefully off of you.
âThe hell's wrong with you?! dude Iâm worried about you. Todayâs just been so weird.â His fingers shoved themselves through his hair, a nervous habit of his.
The familiar lump in your throat began to form at the sight of your best friend.
âIâm tired J.â It wasnât a lie, you really were fucking exhausted. You were tired of lying, tired of watching the boy you loved love someone else, tired of trudging through your life heartbroken.
âYouâre lying.â He shook his head like a disappointed parent. âWhy you lyin' to me?â
âJJ. Iâm. Tired.â You screwed your eyes shut as your breathing began to quicken âIâm not lying Iâm just-â
âOkay alright.â His embrace cut you off. âI believe you.â He hated seeing you upset. Having known you practically his whole life, he also knew that nothing ever got resolved when you got like this, so he dropped the subject.
You almost broke down then and there, using everything you had in you to move your arms around him, hugging him back.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, the meaning behind your words far greater than he could realise.
âHey itâs okay, we all have off days right?â He let go of you and gave you a small smile.
âRight.â Your remained court and quiet.Â
âIâll see you tonight. Go rest for a bit okay?â
You nodded and began to walk away before his voice stopped you once more.
âYoâ You turned to see that he had shoved his hands in pockets. âYouâd tell me if something was wrong right?â He hated that he even had to ask.
âMhm, courseâ You lied straight through your teeth before turning and walking away from him uninterrupted. You knew that as soon and as your bedroom door closed behind you, youâd sink down into a pit of despair and loathing.
Whilst the resolution had given him a little comfort, something deep inside told him that this wasnât the end of it.
Perhaps he should have left things alone, maybe then things wouldnât have escalated to extent that they were about to.
So as he watched you walk away, JJ stood there unknowing of what was to come. Unknowing of the way things were about to change between you forever.
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⥠simon is a bad stalker part 1 âĄ
bad!stalker!simon x reader series - pt two three
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summary: simon being a stalker but really it's just him being sweet. price makes an appearance. mdni
a/n: as per usual this is way longer than it needs to be, enjoy
simon kind of sucks at being a stalker but it's because he doesn't really want to scare you, he just wants to be around you
he doesn't even really realize what he's doing at first, tells himself that he's only trailing you in his car as a random act of kindness, who knows what could happen to you in broad daylight walking 2 streets over to grab a coffee
he finds your number too easily, and even pays some sketchy site $20 after a pop-up promises to scrub your information from sites like the one he's on now. wouldn't want someone finding out all the information he did
you suddenly are getting way less spam calls/emails, and chalk it up to being lucky
it goes on for months, you have no idea who he is and that you're being stalked. the only inkling you have of anything weird going on is you're having terrific luck lately.
obviously, the luck is a huge war-torn man that can't seem to stop making your life easier
like one day it's raining hard after work, and you have prepared yourself to get soaked on your way to your car.
that is until you see an umbrella leaning against the building, a note with running ink that says "free" on it. talk about right place right time!
or the time your cat gets sick from eating a hair tie and you spend almost all your money on surgeries and medicine. you're starting to worry that you'll be short on rent when a literal child knocks on your door with an envelope full of money saying that he has a youtube channel and chose you randomly to give $5,000 to. what the fuck?
you're still standing motionless in your doorway with a stack of money in your hands when the kid rounds the corner, looking up at simon expectantly. "the lady took the money dude. where's my xbox?"
simon chuckles a little, handing the kid a bag from gamestop with the newest xbox in it. the little kid runs off, yelling thank you as he leaves.
then simon ramps it up a little, starts sneaking in at night to watch you sleep and go through your little trinkets. homeboy just wants to know every little thing there is to know about you
he starts showing up to the place you get coffee, where you grocery shop, etc
you start feeling like you're being watched, start hearing things at night that make you sleep a little lighter.
you figure out you're being stalked a few months later. you had started feeling so off that you began seeing a therapist, worried that some mystery mental illness is starting to creep in.
simon starts noticing that you're not sleeping as well, not smiling as much from the paranoia. so he does the next logical step of leaving you notes of reassurance
the first one is when he's watching you sleep one night, on his way out he trips over your cat who seemingly came out of nowhere. he catches himself on the wall, a dull thud echoing throughout your home.
the next morning you find a note, that simply states "sorry about the noise last night, i tripped on your cat. i'll try to be more quiet next time. yours, s."
you immediately start tweaking out. someone was in your house? and they left a fucking note? apologizing of all things?
then you realize that this has probably been going on for months
for some reason it calms you, you've been living in ignorance all this time and you always knew something was off, at least you knew what it was now
and as far as you knew your stalker hadn't done anything dangerous besides, you know, stalking you
so you stay quiet. mostly because you feel insane but a part of you also worries what would happen if you broke your stalker's routine. would he start becoming violent? would the police even have enough information to stop him?
simon takes that as acceptance and an invitation for more contact. so he starts calling you.
the first time is when you're about to leave for work. you answer with a bright "hello, this is y/n" and almost jump when a deep gravelly voice responds. "hi luv. take backroads to work today, there's an accident on the freeway, it'll probably make you late."
before you can respond you hear the "call ended" tone. you rapidly look around your street, seeing no one out of the ordinary. you say fuck it and take the freeway, not wanting to be lured into a trap or something. lo and behold, you're almost 20 minutes late to work.
the calls stop freaking you out when you realize one night, almost dazed, that whoever this man is actually helping you. like a lot.
just the other day after a girl's night out you had been struggling to find an uber around, cursing when the driver canceled on you after waiting for 15 minutes.
you're already about to cry when a black suv rolls up, a middle-aged man with impressive facial hair popping his head out of the window.
"y/n?" you hesitantly say "yes?" and take a step closer to the car.
"i'm your uber, stupid app canceled while i was on the way here. hop in." he opens his own door, tall frame making his way around to the door closest to you, opening it and waiting.
you're admittedly really drunk. and you realize that this might be a horrible idea, but for some reason the story makes sense, and you find yourself slipping into the back of the man's car.
"temp all right for you luv?" you freeze a little, the pet name feeling familiar somehow. you stay quiet, looking at him through the rearview mirror. he makes eye contact with you and suddenly you're blurting it out before you can stop yourself.
"you're not an uber driver, are you?"
he holds eye contact for a second, surprised when he doesn't see fear in your expression, just desperation for the truth. he sighs deeply and looks back at the road.
"nope" your heart leaps into your throat.
"are you..." you didn't even know what to say. "are you, him?"
price knows what you're asking. when ghost called and asked him to pick you up, he knew he shouldn't. the stupid fuck was stalking you for god's sake. but price has a soft spot for his broken LT.
"no. i'm not him."
"do you know him?"
price hesitates. "yeah. i know 'im."
you're quiet for a few minutes, briefly realizing that you're a few streets away from home. you didn't know what you expected, but actually being dropped off unharmed wasn't it.
price turns down your street and suddenly you have a million questions.
"does he hate me? does he want to hurt me? why me? what does he want?"
price puts the car and park, kind of irritated at ghost for putting him in this position and not being normal and just taking you out on a date.
"he's not gonna hurt you, y/n. he just wants to take care of you, make sure you're safe." you stare at him like he's an alien.
price decides that's all he's going to say and leans over the seat to unbuckle you. "time to get to bed youngin."
you slowly grab your purse, grabbing the car handle. you sit for a second, before turning back to the man. "thank you for the ride. and tell, him, thanks, i guess." you don't wait for a response, just get out of the car and walk up to your house.
you turn around and watch the man pull out of your driveway, speeding down your quiet street. you unlock your front door in a daze, still half expecting to be murdered at any second.
your phone rings and you answer without looking at the screen.
"y/n?" it's him. he had gotten a call from price, recapping his drive home with you and started panicking when price shared that you had clocked him not being an uber driver. he didn't know what else to do but call you and try to explain and not lose you.
"it's you."
"y/n, i-" you cut him off.
"i want to meet you."
simon realizes that he is so fucked.
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TYSM 4 THE DAISUKE HEADCANON, IT SO CUTE I WAMT TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS SO BAD OMGGGWGWHAHAH...anyways. HUGGING/CUDDLING/SLEEPING, KISSING, PET NAMES/NICKNAMES HEADCANONS...AS IS WJAT ARE HIS FAVE ONES???? OR OMG LIKE JEALOUSY HC, OR TEXTING, AS IN IS HE A FAST TEXTER OR SOMEONE WHO REPLIES LATER? HOW WOULD HE WRITE AND DOES HE SEMD RANDOM THINGS OR LIKE THOSE SAPPY GOODNIGHT/GOODMORNING TEXTS?...hope it's not annoyingđ§, also u dont have 2 write them all!! im just legit tweaking for that manđđ§đ
Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader
Warnings: slight mention of nsfw on the sleeping part, but in reality it's just what the other crew thinks :)) not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!
HC: hugging, cuddling, kissing and sleeping with our favorite boy!!
(A/N): DW I LOVE WRITING FOR DAISUKE!! I mean who ISN'T tweaking about that manđ This is a bit boring but um yeahđą I HAVE LIKE SO MANY REQUESTS FOR THIS MAN ALREADY IDK HOW I'M GONNA FINISH WRITING THEM ALL I'M HAVING A VERY BUSY WEEK BUT OH WELL!!
â°â†This is like a part 1 btw since I'm gonna write EVERYTHING you requested because I'm crazy like thatđ -> m.list
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HUGGING
You can't tell me this man doesn't love hugs.
For short hugs, he's gonna quickly put a hand around your shoulder. Or maybe he'll just keep you in a quick embrace before letting go.
For longer hugs, he's going to keep one of his hands on the small of your back and the other on your upper back.
OR he's gonna just hold his arm loosely around your waist, it dependsđ
Daisuke loves to hold you, that's a fact. He just likes being with you in general, he feels lucky af
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CUDDLING
Like I mentioned in another post, if you sleep in the same bed, you'll get cuddles every single night, I don't make the rules.
Daisuke doesn't mind if he's the big spoon or the little spoon, just CUDDLE with him
If he's the big spoon, he will keep you close, hold you to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around you, pulling you in.
If he's the little spoon, he's gonna curl up and let you spread out or whatever, you can even throw your leg over him he doesn't mind
He's probably gonna let you lay your head on his arm, but then he'll have that weird, tingly static-like feeling covering his whole arm
But he'd be too embarrassed to just pull his arm away, even if it hurts him, he just kinda lets you stay there since he doesn't wanna ruin your comfort.
He's usually the little spoon, he just likes being held and wrapped in your arms. He feels more comfortable that way.
But at the same time, he LOVES being the big spoon, because he feels like he's keeping you safe and secure from whatever difficulties or 'monsters' there are (jabortion)
I feel like his favourite cuddling position is Sweetheart's Cradle, he just prefers to hold you like that, it's easier for him and it's just 'so romantic' (his words not mine)
If you aren't aware of what that position is, google it because I have NO idea how to explain it mb gangđą
If he wants cuddles he's gonna nudge you and lay his head on your shoulder, and if you don't get the hint he's gonna trust fall on you
Lovely cuddles btw, he lives for them and he loves them so so much!!
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KISSING
Okay so he's whipped
Kiss him on the lips while you're passing by him and he's gonna be at your feet
He loves loves LOVES when you just place a small kiss on his forehead and tell him he did something great
I'm telling you I just KNOW this man would kiss every single inch of your body
He likes to kiss the back of your hand softly while doing something for you, he feels like you're a princess
That's right, you don't feel like you're a princess, he feels like you're a princess
I feel like he enjoys short kisses more than long ones, he prefers them quick idkđ€·ââïž
BUT he doesn't mind making out with you so um GO AHEADđ
Daisuke probably would risk it and make out with you somewhere other than the bedrooms, but he'd be scared that you two would get caught. It's just the THRILL he feels when he does it that gets him going, yk?
PULL ON HIS HAIR WHILE MAKING OUT
He's gonna ask for reassurance to make sure he's kissing you goof enough
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SLEEPING
CUDDLES EVERY NIGHT
Omg SLEEP WITH HIMMMM
I feel like he loves having you play with his hair while whispering praises to him as he slowly drifts to sleep (who doesn'tđą)
Daisuke will also just talk about his day while you're also falling asleep, listening to him rant and babble on and on about what he accomplished
I kinda think that at some point someone caught you two sleeping together and probably had other ideas
SWANSEA: He probably rushed to wake up Daisuke, since Daisuke usually kinda just sleeps in. He opens the door to reveal that the young man isn't in fact alone, but accompanied by another person. Swansea notices it's you and all of the sudden something clicks in his head, realizing why Daisuke would talk so much about you. He doesn't mind it, as long as you two are happy. Of course, Swansea at first thought you two did something, but he quickly reassured you guys that he doesn't mind as long as you two don't wake him up at night.
"It's fine, just stay quiet and don't wake me up at night. Don't make this a habit."
ANYA: She wanted you to help her with something, not bothering to knock on your door as she opened and took a look inside. She scanned the room, only to notice you laying in bed asleep with Daisuke. She thought it was sweet and cracked a smile, but probably also thought you two did something else. She felt guilty for invading your privacy and quickly closed the door. She didn't expect you to do such things, but it wasn't a surprise it was Daisuke who was next to you. She's gonna DENY that she opened the door to your room.
"Did you need something earlier this morning?" "What? No, I don't know what you're talking about..."
Jimbo has no reason to enter either of your rooms, and neither does Curly.
Anyways, Daisuke loves sleeping with you because that just makes time for extra cuddles. He doesn't mind if anybody says anything about that, he simply does not care.
Your room or his room? Good question. Both, both is good.
It's usually his room, it just feels better that way. Plus, he has a Gameboy and you two stay up at night playing or watching him play!!
Stays cuddled up with you beneath the blankets to keep you safe!!
He snores. Loudly. You either have to wake him up so he can shut up or you just get used to it.
Since he sleeps with his mouth open he also sometimes drools, BUT, he never managed to drool on your sheets so I guess that's fineđŁ
He's fine omg
JUST SLEEP WITH HIM IN ANY WAY HE'S GONNA LOVE IT!!
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Luffy NSFW // Smut CompilationÂ
Summary: A compilation of Luffy smut from my multi character posts (Kisses, Going Down On You, Sex Toys, Blowjobs, Playing With Your Nipples, Mirror Sex).
Genre: Pure Smut
CW: NSFW // sloppy kisser Luffy, toys, oral sex (Luffy giving and receiving), greedy Luffy
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Kisses:Â
So greedy, probably the greediest kisser in history. Uses lots of tongue, too. Grabs you by the hair and jerks your head back so he can better shove his tongue down your throat. The sloppiest kisser known to man, not that anyone would ever know. He always gives you sweet pecks when there are others around that leave them unaware of just how hot and heavy it gets behind closed doors. Gets annoyed if you try to kiss all over his face and bats you away, but if you want to rile him up, this is most definitely the way to go.Â
Going Down On You:Â
As soon as the two of you are alone, heâs pushing your legs apart. Often times, he doesnât even take your clothes off, just pushes what he can to the side and buries his face in your pussy. He eats you out like an all you can eat buffet and comes back for multiple rounds.Â
He slurps so loud- comically loud.Â
âSo tasty,â heâll mutter. âI could eat this for hours.â Sometimes he does. He doesnât stop when you cum, he stops when heâs had his fill, no matter what time it is.Â
Sometimes, heâll wake up in the middle of the night ravenous. If youâre wearing panties, he rips them off, so youâve learned to sleep naked. Half asleep, heâll bury his face between your legs until heâs had his fill, lapping tiredly at your folds, humming and groaning while he does it. If you try to squirm or get away, he gets super annoyed.
âStop it,â he grumbles in that slight raspy voice of his, lips glistening with your juices. âI donât care if youâre tired, Iâm hungry.âÂ
What Luffy wants, Luffy gets.Â
If the two of you were stranded on an island together, he probably wouldnât even hunt for food. Heâd just strip you down on the beach and pin you with his face between your legs until the two of you were rescued. At times, he even prefers eating you out to fucking you.Â
Sex Toys:Â
Finds your vibrator while rooting through your things one day (privacy, whatâs that?), has no idea what it is until you sheepishly explain it to him. Laughs hysterically, is so excited, immediately wants to use it on you. Heâs pulling your panties off before youâve even gotten over the embarrassment of him finding it; you wonât even make it to the bed, heâll just pull you onto the floor and have at it (a common occurrence with this man). His new favorite thing is to tongue fuck you with a vibrator against your clit. Heâs open to butt plugs and nipple clamps, but theyâre not really his thing. Doesnât like you using toys on him, though, claims a cock ring makes him feel like heâs wearing clothes (and Luffy hates wearing clothes).Â
Blowjobs:Â
Goes a little crazy when you wrap your lips around him, moaning and groaning, his voice extra raspy, canât stand it when you tease him. And he counts anything to do with his balls as teasing because they're so sensitive. "That's not fair!" Heâll grab your hair to control the pace, pulling your mouth up and down his throbbing cock. Doesnât mean to be such a control freak, just canât help himself. Heâs so fucking greedy, itâs unreal. Never cums from a blowjob anywhere but in your mouth, and he really wants you to swallow. His favorite thing in the world is when his cum spills out of your mouth and you need a little help cleaning it up. Heâll swipe his thumb across your chin and chuckle when you suck the cum from his finger. This will probably lead to a second blowjob (multiples are not unusual with this man), probably with the two of you 69ing.Â
Playing With Your Nipples:Â
This is an act in and of itself. He can be pretty insular in that he only does one thing at a time because he gets so lost in it, and playing with your nipples is no exception. That being said, he canât actually hold back, usually tweaking them slowly for what feels like ages but is really only a few seconds before finally going in with his watering mouth. Has a habit of talking with his mouth full, muttering things against your tits like, âcould do this for hours.â When he does eventually move further down your body, heâll keep his fingers on your nipples.
Mirror Sex:Â
Mirror sex is also morning sex with Luffy. You wake up before him in the morning and shuffle into the bathroom to brush your teeth, and the next thing you know, heâs behind you in the mirror. Eyes still bleary, black hair ruffled from sleep, he bends you over when he only just fucked you the night before and rubs his morning wood against your opening. âDonât stop,â he tells you when you put your toothbrush down, âI wonât take long.â The problem is, heâs lazily rubbing his finger over your clit while he pushes into you, making it impossible for you to pay attention to anything else. He fucks you slow to begin with, and you try to keep going through your morning routine in front of the mirror, but the sight of your face contorting with pleasure wakes Luffy up, and before you know it, youâre clinging to the sink while he snaps his hips into you. When he finishes, he places a hot, sloppy kiss on your neck before reaching for his own toothbrush like nothing happened.Â
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Hey, Horrormaster Sims. I have a wildly different question that barely relates to TMA (Sorry about that) but its about your own process. Please, if you could, can you tell me how your first drafts made you feel? I'm on the fence about writing my own thing (not a podcast, and again, not Magnus related, though I have a million little aus for that delightful tragedy you wrote, thank you for that!) But I'm discouraged by the collective notion that first drafts are always terrible, because there's no ... examples I can solidly use to help the dumb anxiety beast in my brain that tells me everyone who is in any way popular popped out a golden turd and not, well, you know. One of my friends said 'Oh I bet Jonathan Sims's first draft was nothing like what he wanted' and I got the bright idea to just. Send you an ask, since you're trapped on this hellsite like I am. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you do) and if you'd rather ask it privately, I am cool with that. Alternatively, you're a hella busy man with Protocol (you and Alex are making me rabid, i hope you know) and you can just ignore this! Cheers, man, and good words.
To my mind all writing advice, especially stuff that's dispensed as truisms (like "first drafts are always garbage") are only useful inasmuch as such advice prompts you to pay attention to how you write best: what helps your workflow, what inspires you, what keeps you going through the rough bits. There are as many different ways to write (and write well) as there are people who write and so always consider this sort of thing a jumping off point to try out or keep in mind as you gradually figure out your own ways of writing.
On first drafts specifically, I think the wisdom "all first drafts are bad" is a bit of unhelpful oversimplification of the fact that, deadlines notwithstanding, no piece of writing goes out until you decide its ready, so don't get too hung up on your first draft of a thing, because a lot of writers find it much easier to edit a complete work than to try and redraft as they go. It's also important to not let perfectionism or the fact your initial draft isn't coming out exactly how you want stop you from actually finishing the thing, as it's always better to have something decent and done than to have something perfect and abandoned.
But the idea of a "first draft" is also kind of a fluid one. The "first draft" you submit to someone who's commissioned you will probably be one you've already done a bunch of tweaks and edits to, as opposed to the "first draft" you pump out in a frenzy in an over-caffeinated weekend. For my part, my first drafts tend to end up a bit more polished than most, because I'm in the habit of reading my sentences out loud as I write them (a habit picked up from years of audio writing) so I'll often write and re-write a particular sentence or paragraph a few times to get the rhythm right before moving to the next one. This means my first drafts tend to take longer, but are a bit less messy. I'm also a big-time planner and pretty good at sticking to the structures I lay out so, again, tend to front load a lot of stuff so I get a better but slower first draft.
At the end of the day, though, the important thing is to get in your head about it in a good way (How do I write best? what helps me make writing I enjoy and value? What keeps me motivated?) and not in a bad way (What if it's not good enough? What if everyone hates it? What if it doesn't make sense?) so that you actually get it done.
As for how my first drafts made me feel? Terrible, every one of 'em No idea if that's reflective of their quality, though, tbh - I hate reading my own writing until I've had a chance to forget it's mine (I can only ever see the flaws). I suppose there's theoretically a none-zero chance they were pure fragments of True Art and creative perfection, but Alex's editing notes make that seem unlikely.
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I just want to start off by saying I live for your writing!! I was hoping to request a poly!moonwater x reader? one were reader has inattentive adhd? she forgets to do chores around the house and sometimes even eat, and Remus and Regulus just have to remind her? you can tweak it however you want, I really wouldnât care I love your writing! anyways hope your doing well! đ©·đ©·
thanks for your request, lovie!! hope I did it justice <3
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has inattentive ADHD [968 words]
CW: symptoms of ADHD, reader gets frustrated with herself, the boys are quite enamoured by the whole thing, fluff
Remus and Regulus entered your shared flat and paused when they noticed the rather chaotic state of it.
Though the kitchen did indeed look to have been swept, the mop and bucket (of pristine soapy water) sat dejectedly against the lower cabinets.Â
âOh, amourâŠâ Regulus sighed - lips quirking into a smile and tone full of fondness - as he placed his grocery bags on the counter and moved to grab the mop. âThink sheâll be upset if I finish this for her?âÂ
Remus made a sound of consideration. âIt may embarrass her; why donât we go find her first?âÂ
If they hadnât been following the growing number of baskets and bins of clothes and hangers, they would have been able to follow the sound of your playlist emanating from your phone.
The music was playing in your bedroom which was nothing short of a disaster, but - unless you were hidden beneath one of the various piles of clothes and linens - you werenât in it; the only evidence that you had been in there was your phone charging on the nightstand and the entire contents of your wardrobe spilled out onto the bed and floor.Â
The sound of a machine whirring alerted them to the fact that you were in the den, and they followed the noise to find you hunched over the sewing machine as you sewed a patch onto an old denim jacket.Â
Remus had to fight the urge to let out a sweet cooing sound - ever enamoured and fascinated by the way your mind works - and based off of Regulus hiding his smile behind his hand, he felt much the same.
âHey, dove.â Remus called gently, though loud enough to reach your ears over the sound of the machine, causing you to startle.
âOh! Hi!â You called, lowering the needle of the machine to save your spot before turning to give them your attention. âWhat are you guys doing here?â
Remus and Regulus shared a quick look before the latter answered. âWeâve just gotten home from the shops, amour.â
Remus watched as your brows furrowed before your face fell. âYou guys are back!?âÂ
You nearly knocked the table with your sewing machine clean over in your haste to stand and made a beeline for the hallway.Â
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry!â You apologised as you paused in front of the bedroom. âShit; I swear Iâll clean all this up!âÂ
âI know you will, dove.â Remus tried to placate, but you were already bending over and grabbing bins and boxes.Â
âWhen I heard your laundry stop, I thought Iâd switch it over for you, and then I figured I should probably do my laundry too, you know? And then by the time the laundry was done and I went to put it away, I realised my closet was overflowing and I figured I should downsize. But then I found my old denim jacket that I loved but had a rip in it in the back of my wardrobe! So I grabbed that - and your jumper, Rem - and started to sew.â
âItâs okay, amour.â Regulus assured you, though you stomped your foot in clear disagreement.Â
âItâs not okay! All I was supposed to do was mop the-â Your jaw fell open as you turned to your boyfriends in horror. âI was supposed to mop the kitchenâŠâ You nearly whimpered, and Remusâ heart squeezed when he noticed frustrated tears welling in your eyes.
âAnd it will get done, dove, hey-â He mollified as he encouraged you into his chest. âWhy donât we help you finish up what youâve gotten done so far, and then-â
âIâm not supposed to need your help!â You argued, though your protests were muffled by the fabric of his jumper. âI should be able to manage a few measly chores.âÂ
âAnd you can amour. But you also have two handsome and helpful boyfriends who live to serve you.â Regulus teased, subtle mischief shimmering in his grey eyes that felt like home to Remus.Â
âSânot funny.â You pouted.
âIâm not making fun, my love, honest.â Regulus assured you as pressed a kiss to your hair and rubbed a soothing stripe up your back.Â
âYou were very busy today,â He murmured into the side of your head then, âdid you leave yourself any time to have something for lunch?â
Remus had a hunch, but the way your body tensed at Regulusâ gentle accusation was all the proof he needed.
Remus pressed another kiss to the crown of your head before pulling you away from his chest to look down at you. âHow about you get the room organised enough that we have somewhere to sleep tonight, and Iâll make us something to eat before Regulus finishes mopping the kitchen?â
âBut-â
âGreat plan, Rem.â Regulus butted in quickly, turning and beelining it for the kitchen before you could even begin your protest.
âLet him help, dovey.â Remus encouraged. âHe loves it.âÂ
âI justâŠâ You started, and Remus continued rubbing his hands up and down your back as you searched for the words. âI just wish my brain worked normally.â
Remus squeezed you tight against him at your admission. âWell, I understand that youâre frustrated, but if itâs any consolation, I love your brain just the way it is, and I know Reg feels the same too, yeah?â
You let out a groan but returned his hug, and Remus accepted it for the acquiescence it was.
âWhat do you say? I think we ought to go find Regulus before he does all the chores and leaves nothing for the rest of us.â
And as much as he had been teasing, the two of you scurried out of your bedroom rather quickly knowing that Regulus - the notorious clean freak - would absolutely do just that if left unattended for too long.
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I have an idea! Only do it if you feel comfortable though đđ» no pressure
Teen reader with Alastor who have this father-daughter bond. Teen reader has never really 'acted out' in a sense. At least not in ways expected of in a sinner. Always had manners, polite, and reserved, yet was always open and honest with Alastor.
Now imagine reader out on the town doing some errands and they overhear a demon talking some nasty crap about Alastor. For the first time, they let their anger get the better of them and get into a fight with the demon. Not without a few cuts and bruises though, poor thing.
Reader not wanting Alastor to get angry or disappointed at them decide that it's best that just this one, they won't mention anything. They'll not tell him this one thing. It won't hurt. He won't know!
Yet it's Alastor. And he always knows. Mainly because they're reading sunglasses inside and trying (failing) to cover up a limp.
Are Ya Winning Child?
ââŁAlastor & Teen Reader
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AUTHORâS NOTE: KSNAKXNSM I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS I AM LIVING FOR THESE REQUESTS. I ACTUALLY HAD TO TAKE BREAKS WRITING THIS TO BREATHE. I WAS GENUINELY TWEAKING LIKE ALASTOR WAS THIS LAST EPISODE WRITING THIS.
Alastor & Teen Reader
You had always been one to hold your tongue and watch your actions. To not act out on rashness. That's how you had always been, even before ending up in hell. You had always been known for your good manners, even as a kid and it's only become more solidified in your character as you grew.
Then why was it so hard to not beat the living shit out of the demon in front of you.
There's no way they didn't know you were connected with the infamous radio demon in some way. Maybe they had seen you and him out and about here recently and knew you two had a connection. People are more courageous than ever to question Alastorâs authority since his 7-year absence.
Maybe the demon is just trying to get a rise out of you. Sinners, who were once people, tend to poke and prod at what they don't understand. âHow could some random teenage sinner be so close to the radio demon? Maybe they have a deal? The poor soul probably got trickedâŠâ You've heard it all by now.
But, every time someone said something would be in hushed whispers that were easy to ignore. However, it can be quite hard to ignore some random drunkard spouting lies from his lips. And straight to your face too.
âHeâs probably got your ass on a leash doesn't he?â and âOh! If he's so powerfulââ There were a few loud noises, maybe a scream or two.
What� Oh shit.
The walk back to the hotel was not fun. You really should have just ignored him. Silencing him was not worth the pain you had in your leg and the ache you felt. You're pretty sure you got a black eye too.
By the time you arrive, you have adorned sunglasses on your face come up with an idea as to why you have them, and practiced how to hide your limp until you at least got up the stairs.
By telling those who questioned your weird behavior, âOh someone was giving out free sunglasses they didn't want anymore so I took one.â and walking past your sorry excuse of trying to hide a limp, you finally made it to your room.
However, you didn't have peace for long until a familiar knock sounded at your door. Quickly throwing back on your sunglasses, you heard Alastorâs static voice through the door.
âI heard you arrived back from town just a few minutes ago!â Oh, he's definitely already on your trailâŠ
You walked- well more so limped, over to the door. Signing in defeat before tossing the sunglasses on your bed.
Fuck it, he probably already knows.
Opening the door, you were immediately met with the radio demon himself. His eyes already shooting up and down your figure. From your leg to your black eye.
âMay I come in?â It sounded like more of a command rather than a question. Without much thought, you opened the door wider before going back over to your bed and sitting down on the edge. Staring blankly ahead like a guilty child who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. There's no point in trying to argue that you're fine when you know Alastor will just keep pestering you until you tell him.
Sitting down next to you, Alastor sat with you in silence for a moment. As if giving you the chance to speak up first, but when you didn't he let out a soft sigh before gently cupping your face, turning your head to look at him.
âWhat happened.â The average sinner would have been scared shitless at his tone, but you were only mildly frightened. However, there was definitely ill intent behind his smile. He knows you didn't just do this to yourself. You had to have a reason, you don't usually act out of line.
âI got into a fight.â His hand dropped from your face as you spoke, his smile growing wider before he let out a chuckle. His shoulders slightly shaking and his eyes closed in euphoria. His next words were clear when he spoke, looking you in the eyes.
âAnd did you win?â
âYeahâŠ?â
Another chuckle left his lips, though, it sounded more like a childish giggle. His hand raised again, landing on your head before ruffling your hair. A proud smile on his face.
âGood.â
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Just smt about riding lando
Heâs biting his lip trying to be quiet and you put your thumb across his lip just before you were going to lean in to kiss him. But he pulls your thumb into his mouth to suck it
That would kill me
anon.. my stomach is doing somersaults. thank you. i got carried away, but whatâs new??? also fewtrell!reader bc⊠yeah.
smut (18+ pls!)
lando brainrot? lando brainrot.
you and lando have had a thing going for a while, showing up to each others room late in the night. most of the time, the two of you would just lay in bed and talk, staring at the ceiling or forgetting about the movie you had put on. but tonight was different then any of the other nights.
the room was silent apart from the heavy breathing and quiet whines that came from your throat. landoâs hands on your hips, keeping you where he wanted you as you rocked your hips back and forth slowly. scared to go to fast and have the headboard slam against the wall you shared with your brother.
âfuck,â he whispered, biting down onto his lower lip after. your hands on his chest, steadying you as you rode him. his one hand moved from your hip down to your clit, circling it with his thumb gently. you let out a quiet gasp, leaning down to go in for a kiss.
you placed your thumb on his lip, trying to get him to let the bottom one free so you could kiss it. instead, he took it as a sign to take your thumb into his mouth, softly licking it.
you moaned at the sight, quick to shut your mouth. he smiled up at you, finger pressed against his tongue before he let it free and kissed it, âyou liked that?â
you nodded your head, âthat was really hot.â
he smiled, leaning up and pressing a hand to your cheek to bring you down and kiss you again, âyouâre really hot.â
you kissed him as his hands moved to your hips, helping you work yourself against him as your legs were growing tired. you moaned quietly into his mouth, his lips slipping away and moving to the skin under your ear.
âtouch yourself baby,â he said quietly, âiâve got you.â
you snaked a hand between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit as you started drawing tight circles around it. he fucked up into you, his dick reaching all the right places and you couldnât help the way your eyes rolled back. he smiled, bringing a hand from your hips to your nipple to tweak it between his fingers.
your mouth fell agape and the way you were clenching around him, he knew you were almost there, âyou gonna come, baby?â
you nodded, whining softly, âlan,â
âyeah,â he smiled, pulling you down to kiss you, âcome on baby, you can do it.â
you moaned into the kiss, lips slipping away as you came around him. thighs shaking and eyes rolling back, he felt his own orgasm coming quickly.
âlando,â you said quietly.
âyeah, honey?â
âcome in me,â your teeth teasing his earlobe as he let out a throaty groan, âiâm on the pill, itâs fine.â
âyouâre sure?â
you nodded, âcome for me, lan.â
and thatâs all it took, his body stilling as he let his orgasm wash over him. you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. you leaned in and kissed his lips, the corner of his lips, his chin and his jaw. showering his face in kisses as he tried to catch his breath.
âfuck, youâre amazing.â he said, tucking the sweaty strands from your face. you smiled lazily up at him, letting him press a kiss to your forehead.
âwe should probably get cleaned up.â you said and he nodded, letting you roll off of him. you grabbed the robe off the back of the door, jumping when the loud knock echoed through the room.
âwould you keep it down? people are trying to sleep here.â max said through the door before his footsteps walked back to his room.
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\\ALWAYS YOU//. M.R
warningsâ OOC MATTHEO, Im a sucker for toxic boys but I made him extra sweet in his one idk why, uhhh not many tbh, cussing, kissing, smoking, thatâs all I think.
summaryâ Mattheo was your best friend, always had been, but was the title of âfriendâ enough?
-my first work for Mattheo! I will eventually get a master list going once I get more comfertable posting on here. This is a repost of one of my works on wattpad, just with some tweaks bc that work was olldddd-
You sat against mattheos đđđ, đ„đšđšđ€đąđ§đ out of his dorm window.
"You know, some times, I'm worried for you. You just stare at things, it's weird." He snickered as he took a drag from his cigarette.
You looked at him and scoffed, "Sometimes I'm worried about your lungs, you're bound to get some type of problem with all that's smoking you do." You half-joked, glancing at him.
He rolled his eyes, tilting his head up and blew the smoke out of his mouth.
"Seriously Mattheo, that stuff is absolute horse-shit for your body." You stated, accompanying your words with a sharp glare.
"I don't do it that often, just when I'm stressed." He muttered, taking his feet off of his desk and turning his body to face you.
"What happened to the whole 'I don't give a fuck about anything or anybody but myself' thing?" You said, mocking him to the best of your abilities.
"First of all I don't fucking sound like that," he laughed and squinted at you "second, just stressed about life, nothing in particular."Â
You softly chuckled at his reaction. His eyes broke from yours, looking at some papers on his desk. Your eyes, however, never left his frame. You could stare at him for eternity, everything about his face seemed so perfect, almost as if it were meant to be admired.
You soon realized your staring and quickly averted your gaze towards the window again.
"You gonna go to the Yule ball this year?" You broke the silence, you knew Mattheo hated those things, he hated having to be around a shit ton of people and act like he enjoyed their company.
"Probably not." His demeanor changed, his tone became short, almost snappy.
"Oh, I'm probably just gonna go with Becca." You mumbled, knowing that if no guy was to ask you, Becca had your back.
"Hm." He nearly laughed at your remark.
"What? What's so funny?" You asked, looking back at him, his back still facing you.
"Just surprised you aren't going with a random slytherin guy or something." He answered, but the way he had said it has a strange undertone that you weren't sure how to feel about.
"Well I mean I don't know, I haven't been asked yet." You stated truthfully.
"Ah, I see." He murmured, soon after taking another drag of his cigarette.
You felt tension building in the room, suffocating tension. You weighed your options out, but you decided it would be better to give Mattheo some space, for what you were unsure of.
"Well, Becca and Emma told me they wanted to go dress shopping earlier so I think I'm gonna head over there so we can solidify our plans." You announced while picking up your books and putting them in your bag.Â
"Bye Mattheo." You said while walking out of his dorm, expecting a response.
You shut the door when you got nothing, you mind raced with the possibilities on what could've caused mattheos strange behavior.
Maybe he'd just had an off day? No that couldnt have been it, he was fine moments before his attitude took a turn.Â
Perhaps he was just having mood swings, you wouldn't be surprised with all the trash he puts in his body.
You stuck with that story and walked back to your dorm, which was on the other side of the slytherin tower.Â
You reached it, setting your things down, then quickly turned around and nearly raced to your friends dorm.
The second you reached it, You waisted no time to jump on her bed, causing her to jump.Â
"Yes, of course you can come into my room unannounced and lay on my bed." Becca said sarcastically. She had been digging through her closet in an attempt to find a dress.Â
"Sorry, I just need to vent." You said while propping yourself up on your elbows.
"Go ahead." She sighed and laid her body weightÂ
"Okay so, there's this guy. He's like my best friend, but.."
She raised her eyes brows, signaling you to continue.
"But I want us to be more, or atleast I see him as more than a friend. I just feel like no matter how hard I try I can't get him to open up, he just.. won't."Â You groaned.
"And everytime I get this sliver of hope that I've made progress, he just completely shuts down, leaving me in the dark confused and a little bit heartbroken!" You borderline screamed, your face shoved into her mattress.
"Okay, uh, let's calm down. If he's not showing any signs of being interested maybe you should just, move on- well attempt to at least." Becca stated ,rubbing your back.
You shut your eyes, truly taking in your friends words. âhey Yknow what will make you feel better?â She nearly jumped with excitement. âGoing to look for a dress in town.â
You knew she only had good intentions but the words kept echoing through your head. The thought of keeping Mattheo as a friend hurt, but it seemed to be all you could do at this point without ruining your friendship.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe you needed to accept MattheoÂ
was just a friend.
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All you could think about was the Yule ball. Over the next few weeks the days flew by, the anticipation growing larger with each one passing.
Of course you had been asked by some sweet guy from the Ravenclaw house, and, taking Becca's advice, you said yes.
There was nothing wrong with him, he just..he wasn't him.
You had decided to get ready alone, slipping into a beautiful green dress you and Becca had picked out. You finished your hair and makeup, looking into your vanity mirror.
You felt beautiful.
You smiled softly at how well you had dolled yourself up.
Glancing up at the clock, you rushed out of your dorm room, realizing it was the time you and your date had agreed to meet at the entrance by.Â
You walked gracefully through the halls, a large smile adorning your face. Your heels tapped softly against the ground. You neared the entrance, your breath becoming shallow from the nerves.Â
Then you saw Becca, she was wearing a beautiful Maroon dress. She looked absolutely breath taking.
"Hey!â oh my gosh." Becca looked at you, her jaw dropping.Â
"You look stunning! Like some type of goddess...." She said barely above a whisper.
"Becca! Stop, you can't be talking, I forgot how to breathe the moment I saw you." You hugged her.
You were about to continue praising her and her beauty, but before you could comment you heard someone call your name.
"Y/n..wow.." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.
You turned around to see your date, who was wearing a very clean red and black suit.Â
"Oh my gosh hi! Sorry for being a tad late, I lost track of time while getting ready!" You made your way next to your date, not before Becca gave you a sly smile and a push, leaving to go with her specimen she had chose for the nightÂ
"It's okay.., you look amazing." He had said, taking your arm into his. He began to lead you into the ballroom.
"Thank you, I must say, you cleaned up nice." You smiled sweetly at him.
You and him entered the large room full of people, everything was elegant and royal, not a single speck of dust on anything.
You looked around the large room as your date led you down the stairs, you couldn't lie, you felt like a princess. The beautiful architecture of the room, complimented by your stunning dress, felt like something straight out of a fairy tale.
Once you had made it to the bottom of the staircase, you excused yourself away from your date in an attempt to go find Becca again.Â
You stumbled past groups of people, many of them were couples having a romantic moment.Â
You tried your best not to run into anybody, you dodged dancing bodies and nearly jogged across the dance floor.
You almost missed him.
You almost walked right by him.
You almost could've saved yourself the heartbreak.
But no you saw itâhim with some random Hufflepuff girl.Â
The way he whispered in her ear, the way she giggled a little too sweetly, everything.Â
It all made you wanna cryâor throw up, which one that would be you weren't quite sure about yet.Â
"Y/n?" Theodore came beside you and patted your back.
"Theo-Theodore, I thought Mattheo wasn't coming to the dance?" You struggled to get your words out as your eyes darted between the scene before you and Theodore.Â
"Ohâuh yeah, he wasn't gonna originally, but some girl asked him and I guess he took a liking to her because usually he just brushes everyone off." Theo answered.
"Oh, I see, I just came to say hello. I'll be on my way now." Before Theodore could argue with your strange behavior you turned your back and walked as quickly as you could back to were your date was.Â
You abandoned the idea of going to find Becca, you couldn't accidentally run into Mattheo and his.. friend again.
Instead you decided that distracting yourself with your date would be the best thing for your heart at the moment.
"Hey, sorry , I just saw a friend and got distracted." You said, out of breath.
"Oh. Don't even sweat it, I'm just glad you didn't run away and not come back." He joked, dragging you towards the dance floor. You couldn't help but laugh at his bubbly personality. It was a nice change of speed.
"I hope you like to dance." His hands fell onto your hips, yours made their way to his shoulders.
"I actually hate it." You smiled at him.Â
"How unfortunate." Your smile grew when he matched your energy. You nearly forgot what you had seen a couple moments ago.
But alas, you didn't.
You could feel your chest tightening up, the tears bordering you waterline. Just thinking about him touching that girl in any way made you want to breakdown.
"Ex.âexcuse me." You tried to excuse yourself as politely as you could.Â
You didn't want your date too see you like this, vulnerable, heartbroken.
You urgently walked towards any door in your line of sight. When you finally found one, you ran through it.Â
You just couldn't escape him, no matter how hard you tried. He was at every single corner you turned.
You nearly groaned when you saw him propped up over the balcony, smoking of course.Â
He hasn't seemed to notice you, still looking out at the stars.Â
You couldn't do it anymore, you couldn't spend one more fucking second acting like you weren't in love with him.Â
The sad part was you'd rather be his friend than him hate you and be nothing at all. As long as he thought about you, you'd be okay.Â
That's what you had been telling yourself, but you couldn't hold onto that lie anymore.Â
"Mattheo." You croaked out behind him.
His head shot to the side, looking you dead in the eyes.Â
"Angel⊠what're you doing out here." He looked back out to the stars, unable to make eye contact.Â
"I can't do it anymore."Â You said shakily.
He turned his full body around this time, his eyes a dark brown. He blew the smoke out of his mouth, the wind pushing it in the opposite direction.
"I can't keep pretending I don't feel this way.., do you know how hard it was to watch you talk to that girl?" You nearly cried out.
"All the girls you fuck with and then bring them to shit like this, I cant keep lying to myself âwishing that it was me instead of her."
You were on the brink of gasping for air, your head pounded. You couldn't believe you had suppressed these emotions for so long. Every single time you went to Mattheo's dorm, you could barely restrain yourself from kissing him.Â
Before you could continue on with your speechÂ
Mattheo had forced you against the wall.Â
His lips met yours in a harsh collision. In an almost immediate reaction, your body responded to his actions, kissing him back with just as much need and hurry.
"You don't get to fucking do that."Â He pulled back from your lips, still making sure to keep his face mere inches from yours.
"Every single day, I'd sit there and watch you talk to this new guy, I couldn't do shit about itâ I wouldn't let myself do shit about it."
âI knew you deserved so much better than some lousy asshole like me, angel.â His hand held a firm grip on your hips, his other still had its place on the stone wall.Â
"It took everything in me not to punch that fucker in the face when I saw him look at you, but I knew you wouldn't want that." You melted beneath his gaze.
His kisses trailed down your jawline.
"During second year, when I went to the dance, I saw you there with Draco, I nearly killed him right after. I couldn't bear to see you with anyone other than myself.. so I wouldn't go, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it so I never went to another ball again." He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"Until this year." He mumbled softly in between the kisses he was leaving on your neck.
He brought his face back up to yours, his eyes stormy and clouded with something darker than just simple need.
"What'd he say to you? What did he call you?" Mattheo asked with a dark shimmer in his eyes, one you were hoping was just from the moon.
You swallowed harshly, you hadn't realized how dry your mouth truly was.Â
"He just said I looked niceâ"Â
"Nice? You look fucking ravishing. I've never met a girl as beautiful as you, never once in my life seen a girl who could compare anywhere near you...That's why I call you angel you know...,because even if an angel walked by, my eyes would still be glued on you."
His gentle voice tickled your ears, and your cheeks warmed up beneath him.
"You are my angel."
He kissed you again, only this time it was more gentle. His lips held no rush, they were soft and comforting.Â
You were the one to pull back this time, smiling sweetly up at him. He pulled you from against the wall, leaving the two of you in the center of the balcony, under the sparkling stars.
"I can't believe we've been friends all these years, and neither of us made a move."
He spun you around under the moon light, the beautiful sky knocking the breath out of you.
"Hey matty..?âYou whispered once he had began to hold you in his arms gently.
"Yes angel?" He matched your tone, the sweet nickname you gave him made his chest tighten up.
"I love you." You closed your eyes, shutting them slowly.
"I love you... I always thought I'd never be the type to say that so freely, guess I just needed to meet the right person." He swayed the two of you lightly, finding a rhythm in the midnight winds.Â
"Of course it's you...Â
It's always been you."
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Hiiiii i was just wondering if you could do some smutty billford x reader hcs pleaseâ€ïž I loved the first batch sm
bill cipher x stanford x afab!reader silly little nsfw hcs , tw non-con i think minors dni pls , heres the last one x <-
as i established in the last post, i think ford would be too pussy to initiate anything with you at all
too pussy and too busy like sorry i think he'd rather just jerk off his stupid machines rather than himself
ford keeps you in the dark about a lot of the things he does, you, like fiddleford, know about bill but youve never interacted with him (as far as you knew)
first time you interacted with him was when he possessed ford for the first time and climbed up onto the roof while shrugging off your concerns for ford(s body)
remember when bill took a bunch of polaroids and recordings of himself taking a joyride in fords body?
can you tell where im going with this
he would definitely record it, violently taking your clothes off with one hand and holding the camcorder with the other, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse like he was drunk and didnt know how the fuck buttons worked
you were already super tired from quadruple-checking fiddleford's equations that day so having "ford" stumble in and touch you so desperately made you a little suspicious
especially the fact that he was recording it, ford is a very private man
he reeks of alcohol and his white dress shirt was stained, his tie loosened and his trench coat forgotten on the wooden floor
taking no time to be gentle, he would lie you down on a desk, the trinkets digging into your skin making you gasp
keeping one hand on your throat, he would prop up the camera on a neighbouring storage shelf, getting a perfect angle of the both of you
you didnt bother fighting back, he was far too strong to push away and the iron grip he had on your throat kept you from moving even an inch, it scared you
with his right hand now free, he gripped your hips and dragged your body further down the table, artifacts and small machines being knocked onto the floor, your jeaned crotch touching his
whenever you struggled out of instinct, he would simply squeeze your throat a little harder until you stopped moving again
as much as bill loved seeing you struggle, he wanted to have a clear visual on his camera so ford could be squeamish about it when he watched the tapes
he would probably use any rope or wire to tie your wrists together, its way easier to rip your jeans off when your arms arent flailing around trying to push him off
by the time hes finally taken all your clothes off, he'll probably take the camera off the shelf and give ford a close up of what hes working with
close up of your flushed face? he probably slaps you and moves onto your chest like what an asshole i need him dead
close up of your chest? tweaks one of your nipples harshly and laughs as you jolt up in pain, pushing you down again
he gently trails his fingers down your stomach, the camera's gaze following, and finally reaches the spot in between your thighs
close up of your cunt? he puts the camera down next to your core while propping your leg up with one hand
"fords" head was hovering over your cunt, he turned his head to the camera to flash it a harsh, sly smile before turning back and messily kissing your pussy
im ganna be honest he dont know what the fuck hes doing like hes licking it hes biting it hes drawing blood hes doing whatever the fuck he feels like doing
your screams and gargled moans are muffled by his six-fingered hand as he continued to lap up your insides like a feral dog
tongues ur entrance while his teeth graze ur clit i think he'd be into that
he defo scratches you up while doing this btw, every time the real ford sees your wounds he feels really bad
he wont let you come until you claim that hes the best youve ever had, hes really childish like that i think
i lied though even if you begged he wouldnt let you finish, not like that, its not good enough
he puts the camera back on its shelf and makes swift work of his pants and boxers, only pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out
he leaned over you, the room was dark, the only source of light came from the weak candles and the artificial blue flights of fiddleford's inventions
his eyes glowed yellow and his smile was so wide it looked like it hurt, you already knew it wasnt your ford in control today
it was scary, but you cant help but be excited
from how embarrassingly wet you were, im pretty sure bill could tell you were enjoying this as much as he was too
he kept eye-contact as he pushed himself inside, it was humiliating but thats what he liked
he would grab your cheeks and force you to look at him if you ever let your gaze wonder to anything that wasnt him
he was surprisingly slow, it was appreciated at first but then it was torturous
he giggled manically as he watched you grow desperate for him to speed up
bastard would probably turn to the camera like it was a fucking tv show and ask the audience (ford) if he should go faster, if you deserved to come on his cock, if you even deserved to come at all
eventually he would though, he wants to get off and he cant do that while going at a snails pace
the sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, bill kept his hand on your throat, not choking you, simply keeping it there as he messily thrust into you
you both end up finishing at the same time, which bill is a little annoyed by
he berates both you and ford(s body) for not lasting long
he keeps himself buried into you while reaching for his camcorder and a polaroid camera that hes been using to document what hes been doing in fords body
he takes a few pictures of you and your lower half, white fluid leaking from your hole and covering his cock
he sighed, satisfied, collecting the photos and reached for the memory gun
ford wakes up the next day and looks at all the recordings and photos bill took the night before
to say hes horrified would be an understatement
immediately checks up on you, only to find you passed out on the desk, fully clothed and cleaned up, like it never happened
when he wakes you up in a panic hes confused to hear that you dont remember anything that happened last night
he doesnt tell you about anything that he saw
youd be better off as blissfully unaware, he thought yeah im a degenerate whatever man gravity falls masterlist
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Laios Touden from Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon
let's go lol
afab reader guys
A - Aftercare. what're they like after sex?
- this man is so fucking sweet with you. whether you were the one taking control or you were the one on the bottom, he's quick to comfort you. he has an entire mental checklist for after you two are done.
one, he immediately starts cleaning you up, whether it's with his tongue or with an actual wash cloth. regardless, you two are going in the shower.
he cleans you up, asks if you want to eat anything, (you usually say no out of wanting to sleep- but either way he'll be stirring something up in the kitchen after massaging you down and crooning you to sleep.)
B - Body part. their favorite part of you and themselves.
- laios loves literally ANYTHING about you. he holds all parts of you dearly to his heart and to memory. though, he loves sliding his hands up your shirt to cup your tits if his hands are cold.
bonus points if that turns into something more.
he often finds himself tweaking with your nipples as well, as if testing their perkiness with a light flick. they're so warm and sensitive, he just can't help it.
same thing with your ass or your stomach, though. he'll rest his hands over your abdomen, letting his fingertips delve under the waistband of your panties. he doesn't mean to tease- usually. he just loves how warm you are.
oh and before i forget- he really likes thigh jobs.
his favorite part about himself is probably his hands. he likes how agile they can be, and with some time and practice, he knows how to make you tick easily with just a couple of fingers.
C - Cum. literally anything to do with cum in general. what's the taste and consistency of theirs, do they like the taste of yours? this one's free game.
- it really depends on what position you guys are in or what you two just engaged in.
doggystyle? he's busting all over your back, sorry bout it. missionary? he's glossing it all over your sloppy clit if it's not already drilled into you.
if, in the scenario that he ends up face fucking you, he'll softly grab your head by your hair, his other hand holding his cock as he smears it allll over your face. he loves how it looks.
his cum tastes REALLLL salty. it melts over your tongue when you lap it off of him, and he cums a fair bit. not too much, not too little.
yours usually gets everywhere. he likes burying his head against the pudge on your stomach and scissoring it out of you with his fingers- just to see how wet you've gotten.
he's proud of himself for pushing you over the edge as many times as he did.
also, since we all know this man is a professional pussy eater, he enjoys the taste too.
D - Dirty Secret. what's something dirty that they've done that'll come to light during sex?
- laios is an open book. everything that comes to light during sex is usually expected.
what can he say? he's a simple man.
E - Experience. how experienced are they?
- he's inexperienced. no experience, like at all. it's not like he hasn't been exposed to it and that he's clueless about everything- but he hadn't done it with anyone before. he often fantasized about losing his first time to you, though.
luckily he did.
F - Favorite Position. how do they like to take you?
- he's not picky. any position really works, but prone bone is probably his favorite. (eugh the name sounds so unappealing.). it's something about the way he's pressed up so tightly against you, how your legs kick up and flail while he humps his hips down against your ass.
he can't help it- you sound so cute getting pumped full in this position! he can't be mean to you through his words, he's too soft for you, but damn, he'll express it through his thrusts. you can tell he's close when his hips are dragging against your bruised ass, his heavy torso slabbed on your back.
he starts whining a lot, a free hand parting your hair out of your face as he starts incoherently rambling about how good you feel.
he loves that position a little too much.
(bonus! he also adores the cowgirl position, only when he's sitting up though so he can shove his head in your tits.)
G - Goofy. are they more serious in the moment, or more relaxed and humorous?
- laios is such a big goofball and uses humor often in his day to day life when things get a bit serious.
when you two are doing it, that doesn't really change much. he finds himself falling into it though, he's so lovey dovey that he can't help it.
he talks a lot throughout it, whether he's in that headspace where he's so into it that everything's just pooling out of him, or whether he's chuckling at the way you frown at his fingers moving a bit too slow for you.
tldr; he's a bit goofy.
H - Hair. how well groomed are they?
- he does trim it up a bit here and there, but he never just shaves it all off. it's there for a reason, right? plus, don't think he doesn't notice how your eyes trail down the light dusting of hair that disappears under the band of his boxers.
he's been walking around shirtless way more since he last caught that.
I - Intimacy. what're they like during it? romantically.
- he's so sweet. when he's really deep in, his palms meet your face and your eyes meet his. they're so foggy- but so full of love, if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
he can only nuzzle into your neck and trail sloppy kisses all over you, can only murmur and pant into your ear about how much he loves you, how kind you are and how pretty you look.
he's shamelessly rutting into you, parted lips coated with drool as he huffed into your ear.
"s-ooo pretty..."
he's a lover boy <3
J - Jack off. masturbation hcs.
- he hates it when you're away for long. having you in his vicinity is enough for his needs to go back to normal. but when you're away, he gets incredibly lonely sometimes, and eventually- horny.
he doesn't use your panties to masturbate. he uses that one shirt of his that you basically stole from his closet. he finds it so attractive when you wear his clothes, especially if you wear nothing underneath 'em.
if you're around and he gets the occasional bulge in his pants, he'll just nestle up besides you and press his nose against the shell of your ear, a hand on your hip and the other on your inner thigh.
"can i...get a little bit of help?"
K - Kink. what are they into? what kinks do they have alongside the skeletons in their closet?
- okay, we all already know he has a food kink, that's common knowledge. honey, frosting, whip-cream, maybe melted chocolate, just pour it all over. not too much though, he might need it later.
he likes it when you cry, though, as weirdly out of character that might sound.
in the sense that you're crying out of pure pleasure. it's so much that tears are slipping out of your eyes and running down your face. you're not crying because you're upset, or that something bad happened, you're just crying because you're being stuffed so good right now.
also...okay, maybe a slight breeding kink. very slight. he's kept it from you, but he's obsessed with the idea of having kids with you. he wants to be the best father there is, in comparison to how shit his father treated him. and he sees you as the perfect match for it.
he always did want his own family, so if you'll allow a creampie here and there- he'll be the happiest man in the world.
L - Location. favorite places to get down n dirty???
- he's not a public place typa guy, you'll have to get him REALLY excited for him to get horny enough to fuck you somewhere even semi-public.
the comfort of your house or his is the best in his eyes- though, one time you guys were out on a date in a wide, open field. the sundress you had on was a bit too tempting, and...
spring showers are always nice, right?
M - Motivation. what turns him on? what gets him going?
- over in the jack off section i noted that he loves it when you wear his clothes, right? well, yeah. pull on one of his shirts, unbutton it down a little and wear nothing else, that's the cheat code.
he also likes it when you dote on him here n there, fussing over him and coddling. it just shows that you care a lot for him. also shows that you'll be a perfect mother but whatever.
a quick makeout session never fails to rile him up either, the feel of your hands running through his hair, the way your thighs straddle over the fat on his stomach, god, you're perfect.
oh, also, invite him into the shower. he'll DEFINITELY enjoy that.
N - NO. something they wouldn't do.
- okay, he's obviously against literally anything outlandish, like scat play or piss play or whatever. one thing he can't really stomach is the idea of hurting you during it. like, if you ask him to slap you or something. he'll definitely be against the idea for a while until you convince him to try it after more reassurance.
he's also somewhat against gags, he just loves being able to hear you- if you're coherent enough in the first place. he wants to kiss you, slip his tongue in your mouth, hear your moans and pleas, and a gag stops all of that.
O - Oral. do they prefer giving, receiving, what's their skill?
- he's absolutely obsessed with eating you out. the way you hump upwards into his lips, the way your walls clamp and squeeze around his fingers and tongue. even the perspective he's looking at you from is absolutely delightful.
your slickness usually ends up coating a whole lot of his face, from the nose down- and he's hooked. you make the ranking on his top ten favorite things to eat.
sit on this man's face, please. he'll praise you for doing so, especially when you take control and start mindlessly riding and humping down on his lips. get lost in it, truly, he loves it.
he prefers eating you out, but when you decide to go down on him and suck him off, it's almost unfair to pit them against each other- your mouth is amazing.
you do this thing where you lull your tongue over the veins around his frenulum, suckling slowly as you progress down to his balls, taking one into your mouth.
your hands simultaneously jerk at him as you play tricks with your tongue.
the obscene noises clicking out of his throat tells you enough about how he's liking it.
P - Pace. are they fast n rough, or slow and sensual?
- it always depends on how needy either of you get. he likes taking time with you, and will start out slow and and sensual, after all- he doesn't want to hurt you.
but sometimes he finds himself getting a bit too excited. maybe specifically after finding something or experimenting with a flower that's sex pollen adjacent, he'll be all on you the moment he comes home.
if he's been away from home for a while? he's all over you.
and he's usually way faster. instead of being handsy with you and dragging the foreplay out, he's desperate, thumbing your panties to the side and sinking himself into you quickly.
Q - Quickie. how often? how do they feel about them?
- he's not against them, but the only time you guys do quickies is if he's going somewhere soon or you're going somewhere soon. he wants to spend his time with you during sex.
R - Risk. do they like experimenting, or taking risks?
- at first, yeah, he's down. he needs to know what you like to please you, right? he's happy to know what excites you and turns you on. one of the things he's definitely willing to try out is bondage.
he thinks it'd be fun- not just in the sexual aspect.
S - Stamina. how many rounds can he last? what's his stamina like?
- alright, this is where it gets a bit tricky. his stamina is finicky, it depends on how needy he is- so maybe a good 2-3 rounds?
he usually tries his best to keep up with your sex drive, so if you want more, you'll get more.
if he hadn't seen you for like months, expect a solid night of passion, so maybe around 4 rounds?
T - Toys. is he game to use toys? does he own any, does he use them on you?
- he ORIGINALLY didn't have any... the ones he does have are because of you- not that he bought them, but you bought some FOR him.
you will never forget how rosy his cheeks burned when you waved around a strap-on with a smirk on your face.
he'll admit, he was curious. so you two tried it.
best thing ever.
his brain is melting as your hips meet the curve of his ass yet again, the silicone material angling against that weakened spot in his walls.
he clenches his teeth once more, oh, it hurts but it feels like heaven.
he's got an elbow propped up against the mattress, his dominant hand pumping his runny cock with another weak cry.
"wowww, you're dripping everywhere. you really like this, don't you?"
he can only respond with a dry huff, spit dribbling over the plump skin on his bottom lip.
"f-feels soo goooood..."
laios' voice is breaking with each word, poor thing sounds like he's nearly crying.
it brings a new high of excitement to the both of you...and something (laios) tells you this isn't gonna be the last time you use this.
U - Unfair. how often do they tease you?
- often. this is like, one of his favorite things to do. around the house, in the shower, it's insane how badly this man wants you.
while you guys are watching something, he'll pull you onto his lap and let his hands play with you, and sometimes you'll feel a weird poking sensation against your ass and then you connect the dots.
while relaxing, he'll sink his teeth into the soft fat of your thighs- just for fun! he likes biting you, just because you're so warm and any part of you feels perfect against his teeth.
while you're doing anything, he'll wrap his arms over your shoulders and pepper kisses over your head. he just loves touching you, sometimes he means to tease, other times he doesn't.
V - Volume. how loud are they?
- whether he's on bottom or top, he makes quite the bit of noise. let's say that there's a line for volume, like a TV. the middle of the bar, 50, is his normal talking voice. 0 is when he's being silent, and 100 is screaming at the top of his lungs.
if he's on top, he's usually like a 40-45. on bottom? easily a 55-60.
now, if you're pegging him, put his head in a pillow and pray. he's so weak to it, he loses his voice sometimes.
this also depends on where you guys are. is his party around? you'll do whatever you can to muffle his moans, because sometimes he just forgets.
in the safety of your house, though??? yeah, that's a wrap.
W - Wild card. any random head cannon?
- he loves it when you play with his nipples while milking him dry, he effectively turns to mush at the feeling of you tweaking and playing with them whilst sloppily jerking him off or playing with his prostate.
oh, especially if you're sucking on them. he's all yours to play with and he's happy to announce that.
same thing with a blowjob, but when you do this thing where you flicker your tongue against his v-line. it sets him on fire.
X - X-ray. what's going on in those pants?
- his cock is pretty girthy. give or take, maybe 3 inches in circumference? 5 inches soft and 6.5-7.5 inches hard?
it leans to the right a little bit and curves upwards when erect.
hey, it's up to your personal interpretation. đ
Y - Yearning. how high is their sex drive?
usually not high at all. when you're around, the need for such things can dissipate- for a short amount of time. he doesn't know why, but it's probably because your relationship with him is perfect, there's not much of a need for it.
buuuut, that said, he does enjoy it...a lot.
Z - ZZZ. how quickly do they fall asleep?
- if he successfully satiates your sexual needs and follows through with the usual aftercare, he's out like a log. when you go down on him and he finally cums, he's already dozing off.
on the occasion that you both are lazy and just wanna go to sleep after, he flexes his biceps around you tightly and holds you to his chest whilst rubbing soothing patterns on your back. and you two fall into slumber immediately.
sometimes he finds himself still on top of you and tries to roll off, hoping he wasn't bothering you.
but your body protests. you're quick to pull him back over you, mumbling a lazy 'nuh uh, stay.'
a dopey smile spreads over his lower jaw.
yeah, he's gonna be staying for a loooong time.
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i really like this one lol ngl lol, uhhh sorry if this is like yk ooc to any of you???
if i read back on this and see any spelling errors i WILL be deleting my entire blog /j
edit: i forgot y. hitting the delete button as we speak
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