#toot💗

[augustmaybankmadden]

@maybankgotbank im sore🥺

[cosmicdreamgrl]

a whole cutie for @fireworksgalaxy 🤍 [ cr : namuspromised ]

[augustmaybankmadden]

hehehh u look goofy jj

john b when did you take this?😒

[sierrale8ne]

Lena please make a part two of Paige x fem x Nika please babe

i might have too since so many of y’all liked itt 🌚

[d6volution]

i was wondering if u could do a jax x reader were jax walks into readers’ locked room expecting nothing but sees reader .. ‘taking care’ of herself.. iykwim 😋

your writing is my fav !!<33

of course, and thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying it anon. 💗

Jax/Fem!Reader | Rating: Explicit.

tags: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mean jax, voyeurism, mild degrading/name calling, penetration with a foreign object (it's a brush.)

minors dni.

Whistling echoed through the halls as a key twirls around Jax's finger. To his knowledge everyone was off on one of Caine's little adventures. The perfect chance to.. satiate his curiosity, or cause some trouble.. its one in the same to him. He stopped at your door, the plaque with your face on it was oddly endearing.

Just as Jax kneeled down to unlock the door he heard something strange, causing his ear to twitch a little. "What the.." He muttered and leaned in , resting his head on door so he could hear better. But then it was silent. "Don't go losin' your mind just yet, Jax," He scolded himself and unlocked your door with a soft click. "After all you've, —' Jax froze, the light of the hall illuminating your dimly lit room, revealing your figure sprawled out, dwarfed by the large bed. Lewd noises coming from in between your tremblings legs.

Your hand was moving in a rhythm between them. He cocked his head to the side a little, before stepping forward and closing the door behind him with a gentlte, 'click.' Now, standing in the door way with his arms crossed.

... you were using the blunt end of a brush to get off, creative. He'll give you props for that.

Your eyes were closed, and the opening of the door was so brief that you hardly registered the light which flooded in , briefly tickling your closed eyelids. No you were too busy chasing your high.. you were so close, close close..! The brush pumping in and out of your wet cunt. Until you heard the click of the door shutting and immediately shot forward panting, "W.. Who.."

"Oh, don't stop on my account, I was enjoyin' the show, doll." Your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and the unmistakable silhouette of Jax and that shit eating grin that was always plastered on his face.

"Y.. You pervert Jax, get out!" You threw a plush bear at his head which he easily dodged. He just stood and stared, waiting for your excuse.

Fuck. Your cunt was still aching, and you were oh so close to release and this.. jerk had to come in between you and ecstasy.

He tuts, "Naahh... I think I'll stay. I mean, you're clearly breakin one of Caine's biggest rules," Jax takes a step towards you and your stomach feels tight.

"Th-The hell do you care.." You shot back, chest still heaving. Hair sticking to your damp face. What a strange situation this was. You, sitting here like a animal in heat. Cheeks flushed and legs pressed together, trying to subdue the growing frustrations between your legs while the most attractive circus member stares at you like you're being served up on a platter.

"Look, we both know I could careless about Caine's 'rules' , now- what I do care about are those pretty noises you were makin' earlier." He teased, every word that left his mouth was auditory seduction and he knew it. You legs pressed together harder, he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what he was doing.. "But ya know, I could just call him up now and let him see just what a mess you are, not to mention non-family friendly." He said while gesturing his hand towards your form.

"No! Jax..! You asshole , I swear.." You spoke through gritted teeth, and he hushed you, lifting a single gloved finger to his otherwise permanent grin. "Then get to it toots. I don't have all day. Well— I do. But that's besides the point." He coos but theres an edge to his voice and you gulp.

You grip the brush and scoot back against the plush of your pillows, your heart thumping in your chest. It was either this or even further embarrassment from Caine.. who was sure to be loud enough that entire tent would know.

Besides.. you needed to get off anyways, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.. other than letting Jax have the upper hand which he always took advantage of.

"Hmn, move those covers aside will you? I'd like to get a better view." He said, breaking your chain of thought.

Jax was being oddly patient. He silently thanked the darkness that hid his growing erection in his overalls, he couldn't let you be aware that you were getting him excited this fast.. not yet at least.

One of his hands trailed down his thigh to stroke the growing appendage through his clothes.

You pushed the covers to the side obediently and your glistening cunt was on display. "Y.. You'd better not tell anyone about this or i'll..." You tried to sound bold, intimidating.. but,  the threat was empty, and your voice died in your throat as you teased yourself with the brush.

"Or you'll what ..?" He was walking towards the edge of your bed, "Tell everyone what a slut you are? That I caught you touching yourself in your room and whimpering like a little whore? Oh, I bet they'd love to hear that doll in fact how about I tell them myself, hm?"

Your breathe hitched, you found yourself thrusting the brush in and out of your greedy cunt as he spoke. Degrading you, "Ya like that toots? Bein' talked down to while you get off?" He said and pulled himself from his overalls, stroking his twitching cock over your trembling form. He's already got the upper hand.. no point in hiding it now.

He lifted on leg and planted it at the edge of the bed, as if to give you a better view of him stroking his lavendar dick. Balls jumping a little with each tug.

"N.. No that's.. not.." You gasped, hand subconciously moving faster. Thrusting the foreign object in and out of your wet cunt.

He watched with baited breath, his chest heaving and ears twitching a little as he stroked himself. "I'm afraid lyin' won't get ya anywhere toots.. nnh.. just keep bein a cute little slut for me and fucking yourself."

He panted, drinking up your moans and the cute way your body twitched and hips bucked against your hand. "Just like that.."

"Jax.. please.. please touch me.." You whined, and screwed your eyes shut out of frustration, hand kneading your own breasts.

"I don't think so, toots. I'm just enjoyin' the show tonight." He chuckled, watching you writhe at his answer but your hand didn't stop, you were too determined to finally cum this time.

"You can do it doll, so close.. and just imagine maybe I'll be pounded that tight little cunt next time.~" He purrs, as his own grip tightens on his cock. Fucking his fist with more vigor as your own thrusts got more sloppy and lacked rhythm.

"Hh.. Hha..! [Censor!] Jax.. !!" You cried as your body spasmed and convulsed around the brush, the pressure pushing the object out of your cunt. At the same time Jax was spurting out ropes of cum onto your floor, avoiding your bed .. though it would have been better on your face or thighs..

"Ha.. not bad doll, ...nh.. you should get cleaned up." He said , adjusting his own clothing, but his eyes never left you. He was savoring the look you had on your face. Dilated pupils and mouth agape a little. How cute.

"Next time.. lose the brush, I'll have something a bit more filling.~" 

[fics-and-quotes-andthelike]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Angel Dust x reader (platonic). Where the reader is sad and just lying in their bedroom. And Angel Dust tries to give their friend some comfort and tries to make them feel better. Like maybe he does their makeup, they both dress up and go out into the city. And maybe Cherri Bomb joins them💗

Title: Here, Always

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic)

Word Count: ~2,716

In which Angel Dust comforts the reader after a hard day with a makeover and a fun night out.

A/N: Thank you for the request!! Not proofread, Pure fluff. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: cursing, ooc Angel Dust maybe, not too many descriptors about visual appearance just so everyone can have their own image

Pentagram City wasn’t exactly known for the kindness of its residence. Nor was it known for its tranquility or leisurely pace. It was, however, a fantastic place to be if you wanted your energy and your very willpower to be drained in only an afternoon.

You sighed against your pillow, ignoring the sensible voice in your head that told you to get up and out of bed. You had been lying there for hours, after all.

Unfortunately, a louder voice in your head continued to comfort and coddle you, reassuring you that it was okay for you to remain in bed until you felt whole again.

You liked that voice.

So you burrowed deeper into your blankets, allowing them to obscure you from view and block out the rest of the world in a last ditch attempt to pretend that you had some semblance of control over your life.

Oh, well. At least you were comfortable.

Your door opened with a bang. You shot upright.

“Heya, toots,” Angel Dust greeted as he stepped inside your room. “Charlie wants us to…” he trailed off when he saw your face. “Whatsa matta?”

You blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

His eyes roamed over your disheveled hair, your wrinkled clothes, and your unmade bed. “Nothin’, you just look a little…” he looked back up at your face. “Tired, is all.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

Angel held up two hands in surrender, though his eyes kept scrutinizing your appearance. “Ya look like someone put you in a blenda and left the remains on ya bed,” he said bluntly.

You rolled your eyes and flopped back down on your bed, turning away from the spider demon. He was one of your closest friends here in Hell, sure, but that didn’t mean you wanted to stand up to take his insults.

You listened as his light footsteps approached you, but refused to face him even when your bed dipped to signify his presence. 

A gentle hand began running its fingers through your hair. “Hey,” Angel said, his voice much softer than it had been mere moments ago. “Talk ta me. Whatsa matta?”

You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and lift yourself up so that your friend could give you one of his all consuming bear hugs. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to move any more than necessary.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “It’s just been a rough week. I’m tired, that’s all.”

Angel Dust chuckled softly. “Yeah, I get that. Trust me, I do.”

“I know,” you said, closing your eyes once again. “I wish I could kill that stupid moth for you.”

Your friend’s laugh grew louder, much to your content. “I know ya do,” Angel said, his hand still stroking your hair. “Thanks.”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company in a way that you were so rarely able to do with the continuous angelic threats and Charlie’s new ideas for redemption.

Suddenly, Angel’s hand stilled. “Ya know what always makes me feel betta on a night like this?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Goin’ out for the night.”

Your eyes remained closed. “We shouldn’t get drunk, Angel, it’s against Charlie’s ‘redemption pathway’.”

You yelped as Angel gave you a light swat on the arm. “I didn’t mean it like that. We just gotta getcha dressed up and pretty, and the two of us can hit the town and have some fun without worrying about our fucked up lives.”

Truthfully, you were intrigued. You had heard stories about Angel and Cherri Bomb’s midnight outings before his stay at the hotel, but you’d never been able to experience one for yourself. Not because you and Angel weren’t close, of course, but because nights out like that meant risking everything that you had been working for here at the hotel.

You cracked open one eye. “No drinking or drugs?”

“None,” Angel promised. “Unless you’re feelin’ especially rowdy.”

You ignored him. “No killing?”

“Not unless it’s self defense,” Angel vowed.

You opened your other eye. “Just us?”

The grin in Angel’s voice was evident. “Just you and me, doll face. Not Charlie, not Husk, not anyone else. Just us. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You sat up slowly, propping yourself up against your headboard and glancing over at Angel Dust as you tried and failed to hide your growing excitement.

The two of you hadn’t had a chance to spend time together without one of the other members of the hotel since a year ago, when Lute had come back down to threaten Charlie and everything that she had built now that Adam was gone. Ever since then, all of you had been extra cautious. All except Alastor, of course, but that was to be expected. 

The last time you had spent any time alone with Angel, the two of you had stayed up all night trading stories, both good and bad, about your lives here in Hell and your lives Before. Ever since then, the two of you had been both inseparable and insufferable. You’d even been Angel’s wingwoman when he had asked Husk on their first date.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. “That could be fun,” you admitted.

Angel’s smile matched your own as he jumped up from your bed. “‘Course it does. Come on, we’ve gotta get you ready.”

Your smile dropped as you suddenly remembered your haphazard appearance. “I’m sure I can find something to wear-”

“Uh-uh,” Angel interrupted, shaking his head in disagreement. “If we’re goin’ out, we’re gonna do it right. Meet me in my room and I’ll see what I can do.”

You watched as he walked out confidently, throwing you a wink before he disappeared from your sight. You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in your hands. 

The two of you would probably get in heaps of trouble with Charlie later, but if you got to experience one of Angel Dust’s famous night outs, it was going to be worth it.

~~~

You smiled as Angel Dust carefully ran a comb through your hair. You hummed mindlessly as he worked, his attention focused on getting his work done as quickly and efficiently as possible.

He had already dressed you in an outfit made to draw attention, and transformed your face with a bit of foundation, eye shadow, and blush. The only thing left was your hair, which Angel was being surprisingly gentle with.

You closed your eyes as you silently enjoyed the feeling of the comb running through the strands of your hair again and again. It reminded you of Before.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes again, looking into Angel’s vanity mirror. “I’m not questioning your skills at all, but you’ve been brushing my hair for a while now,” you said with a grin.

Angel met your eyes in the mirror, a sly smile growing on his face. “You looked like you were enjoying it, sugar. Who am I to take away that pleasure?”

Your smile softened. “I was enjoying it, actually. Thanks.”

The demon winked at you before placing the comb down and getting to work on styling your hair. 

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to contain your eagerness. “We can go to a club without drinking, can’t we?”

Angel snickered. “Don’t get too excited, toots. If we’re gonna behave tonight, we’re gonna have to avoid some of my regular places.”

“You’ve basically been everywhere in Hell,” you countered. “I’m not worried. We’ll still have a good time.”

Angel stepped back, two hands on his hips as he admired his finished work. “You bet your ass we will. Now get up so we can get this party-”

The door to the bedroom flew open. You and Angel whirled around to face the newcomer as Cherri Bomb sauntered in without a care in the world.

“What’s up, bitches?” she called out as she entered. “I heard we were throwing a party.”

You recovered quickly, grinning back as you stood with your arms outstretched. “Hey, Cherri,” you greeted as you gave her a quick hug.

Angel Dust was close behind, wrapping his arms around his friend before releasing her and slinging an arm over her shoulders. “You heard right,” he said as he pulled her further into the room. “We’re gonna have an all out, hard core-” 

You cleared your throat.

Angel stuck a finger in the air and plastered a false innocent smile on his face. “And responsible night around town.” 

“Hell yeah! I’m in,” Cherri said before looking over at you. “Angel and I know all the best spots in this dump. Get your arse up and let’s get moving!”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Angel said as he moved away from Cherri. “We were just gonna go out for a few drinks and some dancin’. Nothin’ too big. It was gonna be our night, ya’ know?” He hesitated before gesturing over to you. “Just the two of us.”

A stab of guilt tore through your chest as Cherri’s smile dropped. She was quick to hide it, though, pasting another grin on her face before waving her hand in indifference. “Whateva. Who needs you lot anyway? I’ll have my own night out and let you two know what you missed out on.”

As she turned away, you noticed the guilty grimace on Angel’s face. 

You wanted nothing more than a day to spend time with one of your closest friends, but you knew that neither one of you would be able to enjoy your night with feelings of regret eating away at you. Besides, Cherri was another sinner who had always had your back and understood your past trauma. Why wouldn’t you want to share your night with her?

“Wait,” you called out before she could reach the door.

Both Cherri and Angel turned to face you.

You shrugged and gave a small smile. “The more the merrier, right? I bet three of us could cause a lot more trouble than just the two of us.”

Cherri’s smile grew. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bitches.”

Angel shot you a grateful look before clapping his hands together, a devious smirk growing on his face. “Alrighty then. Let’s get this party started.”

~~~

“How did you even know we were going out?” you asked Cherri Bomb as your small group staggered out of a bar. Your third bar of the night.

It probably hadn’t been the best idea to allow Cherri to create tonight’s itinerary, given the fact that you and Angel were two of the hotel’s best chances to prove that redemption was possible. You couldn’t say that you had ended the night with any regrets, though.

Cherri shrugged at your question and shot you a quick grin. “I always know when there's a party goin’ on. It’s like my special skill.” Her smile sharpened. “Well, besides being able to hold my liquor better than you lot.”

Angel shot her a wink as he draped an arm over your shoulder, gently leading your group back to the hotel. “Whateva’ ya say, babes. You comin’ back to the hotel with us?”

Cherri snorted and held her hands up as she backed away from you. “Back with Princess Redemption? Nah thanks, I’ve still got a few shots left in me. You two have fun, though.”

“Will do,” you said as Angel began leading you away.

“And let me know when the next party is,” Cherri shouted after you.

“We will,” Angel called back as he walked.

You looked up at him with a slight frown. “Are we in a rush? I feel like we’re rushing.”

Angel glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya ya talkin’ about?”

You looked back over your shoulder as Cherri disappeared into another building. “I don’t know. We’ve only been out a few hours, and we’ve only been to a few clubs. I thought-”

“You thought we were gonna go bat-shit crazy and ruin our progress?” Angel interrupted with a smirk on his face.

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I didn’t think we’d go that crazy. But I just thought…I don’t know. I guess I thought you’d want to spend more time with Cherri.”

Angel smiled. “You kiddin’? I love spendin’ time with her.”

“Then why did we leave so soon?”

Angel glanced down at you fondly, using his other hand to grasp one of yours so that you were walking hand in hand. “I meant what I said, toots. This is our day, you ‘n me. Sure, hangin’ out with Cherri’s great, but I don’t want you tryin’ to find happiness at the bottom of a bottle.”

You snorted, swinging your hands between you as you walked. “Happiness is me in my bed, Ange, not in a bar.”

Angel pulled you closer, his arm still around your shoulders. “Fair enough,” he said smoothly as he led the two of you back to the hotel.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a moment. Demons turned to stare, of course, and some stopped to take pictures. You were walking with the Angel Dust, after all. But even with the extra attention, the two of you felt a sense of peace that had grown almost foreign to you both.

“Did it help?” Angel asked suddenly, looking down at you as you neared the hotel doors.

You glanced up at him. “Tonight, you mean?”

Angel nodded, his expression apprehensive. “I know you ain’t like me and Cherri. You like havin’ some fun, sure, but…'' he looked away. “I know your limits are different. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

And you were. It wasn’t getting out of the hotel that had helped, or even spending a few hours with someone with as positive a vibe as Cherri. It was the fact that your friends were so willing to help you, and the fact that you had finally been able to spend time with the first person in Hell to make you feel safe again.

“I’m glad,” Angel said as you walked through the doors of the hotel.

He led you straight to the stairs with a quick wave and a wink to Husk at the bar.

You laughed as he pulled you along. “Where are we going?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face. “The day ain’t ova yet. We’ve got one more thing left on the list.”

~~~

You snuggled deeper into the thick blanket surrounding you on Angel’s bed, scratching Fat Fuggets behind the ears as Angel Dust got comfortable beside you.

“What’d I tell ya’?” Angel asked as he propped his head on his hand. “Perfect end to a perfect night.”

You grinned and nodded, watching as Nuggs walked over to Angel and cuddled him.

Angel embraced his pig, petting him lightly as his eyes roamed over your face in mild concern. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked softly.

You averted your gaze. “Talk about what?”

Angel didn’t respond, his gaze heavy as he raised a silent eyebrow.

You sighed and looked back at him. “I love the hotel,” you said quietly. “It’s great. Really, it is. But sometimes-” you took a breath and closed your eyes. “Sometimes, everything’s just a lot. You know?”

Silence.

You opened your eyes when you felt a warm hand on your cheek. Angel was smiling down at you, his eyes warm. “Yeah. I get it,” he said with a small shrug. “But ‘ey.” He winked. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

You laughed, moving closer and allowing Angel to wrap his arms around you and Nuggs. “And you’re the best,” you offered.

“Hells yeah, I am,” Angel murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Get some rest, babes. I’ll be here.”

And so, you slept. You slept more peacefully than you had slept in a long, long time. 

And when you woke, true to his promise, Angel Dust was right beside you.

He gave you a soft smile. “I told ya’,” he said, careful not to wake Fat Nuggets. “I’m here.

Always.”

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

👀👋❤️💜🅿️

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

[vdazzle]

Hazbin hotel characters with a seraphim!reader

Synopsis: Reader is a Seraphim who appears to save the Hazbin cast when they are in danger.

Requested?: nope 😋

Notes: been thinking about this scenario all night leave me alone 🙏 also can be seen as platonic or romantic ‼️ might be ooc.

Angel Dust

🕸️💗 • On one faithful day, you decided Heaven was getting to be a bit boring for you, since nothing was happening.

🕸️💗 • You had recently figured out how to project yourself into different places such as earth and different places of heaven, so you began to wonder if you could project in hell.

🕸️💗 • Finally deciding to project yourself into a room of a hotel the princess of hell had been nagging Adam— or more accurately, anyone who would listen to support said hotel.

🕸️💗 • Angel had just gotten back from a looooooong day at work, and his mood was down in the dumps. Walking into his room, he was adamant to just get to bed.

🕸️💗 • Before his head could even get remotely close to his pillow, he saw you. You were playing with fat nuggets.

🕸️💗 • “What the FUCK.”

🕸️💗 • As soon as you saw him, you disappeared. He honestly thought he was going insane.

🕸️💗 • When you appear about a week later, he doesn’t trust you

🕸️💗 • First time you had to save him? Angel was in the studio, about to get fucking pummeled by Valentino for making him mad. For whatever reason, you decided to hang around in the less payed attention to areas of the studio.

🕸️💗 • You weren’t about to let Valentino beat up Angel, so you stepped in.

🕸️💗 • Go you!! You snapped one of Valentino’s arms off and shoved it down his throat.

🕸️💗 • The studio was in flames, and Angel was shocked. He thought you were just there to annoy him, not save his ass??

🕸️💗 • He only trusts you a little more than before. deal with it luv <33

“Thanks toots. M’ greatful for that, really.”

Husk

🐈‍⬛🥃 • You just showed up one day lol. He had a few suspicions of you, but overall didn’t really care that you showed up.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • As long as you don’t annoy him or try to kill the people of the hotel, he has no problem with you occasionally hanging out with him at the bar.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • You first had to save him during the scene where Alastor was threatening him.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • The only reason you saved him was because if Alastor killed the guy that kept you company, you would completely lonely and bored!

🐈‍⬛🥃 • When Husk saw Alastor get yanked back and fall on his ass, he was confused until he saw you standing there.

🐈‍⬛🥃 • After beating Alastor down a bit more, you helped Husk up to his feet. He was still a bit shocked, but otherwise he seemed fine.

“Thanks. I guess you aren’t too bad after all.”

Vaggie

🪽⚔️ • Vaggie knew you while she was a exterminator. When she was banished to hell, you decided to secretly visit her to make sure she was safe in hell.

🪽⚔️ • She really appreciates you checking in on her. Most angels wouldn’t risk their spot in paradise to check up on the fallen.

🪽⚔️ • The first time you had to save her was the first extermination she experienced after getting banished.

🪽⚔️ • An exterminator was about to kill Vaggie. She accepted her fate and got ready to die.

🪽⚔️ • That was NOT going to slide with you. Putting your hand on the exterminator’s shoulder, you told them you wanted to kill Vaggie to give justice to heaven or some stupid shit like that.

🪽⚔️ • The dumb mother fucker believed you, and backed off. Well, some part of it was believing you and the other part was fear that you would use your influence as a seraphim to get them banished.

🪽⚔️ • You asked Vaggie if she was ok, and got her somewhere safe. Somewhere no exterminator would even think of checking, the clock tower.

“I thought i was going to die. Thank you.”

—————♥—————

thank you for reading!! if you want a part two with other characters, lmk :3

[fatfuckingcatstuff]

I heard your inbox was open, so I'm here to drop a request.

Spicing things up from all the Sniper stuff you've been writing. Could you maybe write for Scout with a reader who's got insomnia. Like, bad enough the sleep deprivation is starting to affect their skills on the battlefield. If Scout is a character you don't feel confident writing for, you're fine to switch it for Sniper.

RESTLESS RECON

Scout x Reader with bad insomnia

thank you so much for this request! I encourage requests for other characters as I do need to practice writing for other characters :)) 💗

You struggled to keep up with the team, your movements sluggish and reactions delayed. Scout noticed you struggling to keep your eyes open, your once sharp gaze now dulled by exhaustion. Now the both of you were stuck to each other like glue. Both of each other's ride or die. He definetly took notice of your poor performance. I mean since when have you been the one to gain the most deaths in a round, ever?! During a lull in the action, Scout approached you, concern etched on his face. "Hey, toots... you ain't lookin' so hot. Everything okay?" You forced a weary smile, attempting to hide the extent of her exhaustion. "Yeah, just a little tired, that's all." (lies you are on the verge of dying on the fucking spot) But Scout wasn't convinced. "Nah, somethin's up. You ain't performin' like you used to. You gotta take care of yourself, ya know?" You sighed, shoulders slumping. "I know, Scout, but I can't seem to get a decent night's sleep no matter what I try." Scout nodded sympathetically. "I hear ya. But you can't let it mess with your game. How 'bout this? After this mission, I'll help you come up with a plan to tackle that insomnia once and for all." A small chuckle leaves your mouth. "How? You gonna beat it up with your bat till it leaves?" "Hey give me a chance!"

"I'm kidding, that's sweet of you Scout."

"No problem, no buddy of mine should not get sleep."

As the battle resumed, Scout kept a watchful eye on you , offering encouragement and assistance whenever you needed it. And true to his word, once the mission was over, he (attempted) to help you try and get the rest you so desperately needed.

[goodoldroyalty]

Prince George, Prince of Wales (later King george v) opening the Westminster - Tooting electric tram service 1903.

You can see the Prince of Wales walking towards a man, but nearby there’s two little boys, the one on the left is Prince Edward of Wales the other one is Prince Albert of Wales.

Here again the two little boys walking behind their father.

An image that says a lot about how their father raised them: he took off his hat and they took off theirs. I find it very sweet that they are keeping an eye on their royal father.

Here’s Bertie watching the crowds, such a lovely little boy.💗

Talking with their father.

[sierrale8ne]

COSMO YOU FREAAAAAAAK (this was soo good my beloved)

꣑୧summary— Paige having the biggest size kink, girl is 6 foot and got them muscles too, I know she’s such a bully in bed

warnings— dom!paige, sub!reader, size kink, dacryphilia, choking, bulge kink, smut, nsfw

You squeal when she pushes you down on her bed, climbing on top of you. Paige’s blond hair falls over her shoulder, as she straddles you “So pretty baby” she mumbles pulling the towel off of your body.

Paige got home right when you were in the middle of taking a shower, she wanted nothing more than to go into the bathroom and fuck you right then and their but she didn’t, she had the patience to wait. The moment you walked out of the shower to see her sitting on your bed, in nothing but a sports bra and shorts, as she pounces on you.

Her head dips into your neck, her breath fanning your neck as she leaves wet opened mouth kisses on your soft skin. Her lips meet that sweet spot on your neck that makes your whole body warm, she sucks on your neck before moving down your body. She kisses down your stomach until she’s right infront of where you needed her most.

“Please don’t tease Paige” You beg her staring at her through your lashes.

She looks up at you through your thighs “Can’t help it baby just so small and pretty under me” she whispers both her big hands holding your thighs open. Her breath fans your folds as she talks causing your hips buckle up and she smirks at the affect she had on you.

Your jaw falls slack as she licks a stripe through your folds, her tongue swirling around your clit. Her hands let go of your thighs as she gets up, you stare at her watching as she grabs the strap and strips of her clothes and puts it on.

Paige climbs back on top of you, her body covering your completely, you eye fall down to her abs, your hand coming to rub the muscles. She rolls onto her back, her hands on your hips pulling you on top of her “Go on baby ride my abs, put that small body to use and give me a show” she commands you moving her hands behind her head as her eyes watch your ever move.

Her abs flex as you push your core onto her, your moves back and forth on her stomach, your clit nudging against her muscles. Your slick covers her stomach as you whine “M can’t Paige, need you- need you please” you beg her stopping your movements not being able to her off without her.

“What? Poor baby can’t do anything by herself, just a useless little girl” She shakes her head staring at you with false disappointment.

She throws you off of her and your back hits the mattress as she hovers over you once again “Huh pretty little baby can’t do a thing for herself, gotta make me do all the work” she says rubbing the strap between your folds as you stare at her with unshed tears in your eyes.

Paige smirks and starts pushing the strap inside of your slowly, you moan at the stretch “too big Paige your too big” you mumble whimpering as the strap almost rips you open.

She shakes her head and her hand becomes to your stomach as she feels the bundle from her strap, inside you. You moan as she pushes down on it “I’m just too big for you baby” she starts moving her hips, thrusting the strap into you.

You moan grabbing onto the blonde girls strop bicep, your nails digging into her skin as she fucks you.

“God Paige- fuck please” you say not knowing what you’re even talking about anymore. Your brain gone to mush as she thrusts into you, the strap hitting that soft spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

She fastens her pace pushing the strap into you faster “Come on baby cum for me” she says her hand pushing harder onto the house in your stomach as tears start to stream down your face.

Paige loved it, the way your body clung to hers, how much bigger she was than you, her strength, all of it.

You feel the band in your stomach start to break as you moan cumming onto her strap. She doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck you with her strap “Good girl” she praises you slowly stopping as she pulls herself out of you.

Her hand comes to your face wiping your tears “So pretty when you cry huh I’m just too big for you” she whispers shushing you.

“Can you give me one more I know you can” Paige tells you her hand moving from your face to your neck, as she squeezes. Your breath gets stuck in your throat as your hands go to hers, to breathe. She watches your struggle under her before loosing her grip, you breathe in and out quickly as she smirks down at you.

Her other hand goes down between your legs, running through your folds as you moan. She thrusts two fingers into you unexpectedly “Fuck Paige” you moan as she starts to move her fingers inside you.

You stare at Paige before pulling her down to kiss you, your lips mesh together as she pushes herself fingers in and out of you. She pushes her tongue into your mouth, while her other hand stays on your neck holding you in place.

She pulls away and looks down at you her finger curling inside you, as your face scrunches she though you were adorable “Love you like this, all pretty and cute under me” she mumbles her mouth agape as she stares at your reactions.

She thrusts her finger deep inside you as her thumb comes to rub circles on your clit “Too much- it’s too much” you whimper at the overstimulated.

Paige shakes her head no “You can take it baby come on” she encourages you.

Your walls start to tighten around her fingers and she fastened her pace knowing you were about to cum. She moves her head down to kiss your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples as you come undone on her fingers.

“P-Paige I can’t” you whine as your juices run down her hand, the overstimulation starting to burn. She stops and looks up at your planting a kiss on your lips as she pulls away from your swollen clit “You did so good for me baby so good” she praises you again lying down next to you, playing with your hair trying to relax you.

[herecomethefuzzz]

hi sylv!! btw i wanna say quick tysm for ur support on my fics🥺💗ur always so kind in the tags it makes my day <3

i come w/ a request!! best friend! reader petsitting jambo + the other guy while schlatt's away and him coming back to see you sleeping on the couch with the cats and him realizing he has feelings for you🥺

-rabbitsrams <3

OHMYGOD HELLO ???? you have no idea how excited i got when i saw your user. i love your writing so much its actually amazing !!! anyway, here you go !! it might be a bit long and it probably sounds like i was rambling a bit sometimes because my brain literally. exploded. but uhh yeah !! i hope its okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- a couple days ago your best friend, schlatt, asked if you could look after his cats whilst he went out to film something for his channel. he'd promised you they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

- of course you'd said yes, not wanting to let him down. it was only for the day, couldn't be too big of a job, right? oh my god you were wrong. those two cats were just so CHAOTIC when they were together.

- that day you learnt that a black cat and an orange cat are not a good combo.

- absolute hell. you had jambo running about, doing classic orange cat stuff, and the other little guy was so. loud. literally all he did was MEOW. it didn't help that he didn't let you pet him much, seen as he didn't know you.

- you'd tripped over them more times than you could count, and, honestly, you had considered calling schlatt and telling him to come home more than once.

- it got even worse when they started to get hungry. literally round your legs CONSTANTLY meowing. it was only when you walked into the kitchen that you realised they were hungry.

- once you'd fed them, there was finally peace and quiet. so you decided to go and relax on the couch. it was late, and you were beginning to get tired anyway. you curled up and went on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. (X?? idk i just call it twitter LUL)

- after around ten minutes, both cats pattered back into the living room. you sighed, expecting them to wreak havoc again, but instead they both jumped up on the couch, and came to lay with you.

- you put your phone down as they did so, and jambo came to curl up right in your arms, whilst the other kitty laid in between your legs.

- you smiled, happy that the two kitties had finally calmed down. infact, everything was so calm and quiet that you felt yourself drifting off.

- it didn't take long for you to finally fall asleep, with the two cats being snuggled up to you, they gave you a lot of warmth.

- not long after you'd fallen asleep, schlatt had gotten home. he was grinning as he got to his front door, expecting you to be up with the cats, waiting for him.

- he opened the door, shouting a, "hey toots! i'm back!" as he walked down the hallway. as he rounded the corner to walk into the living room, his jaw literally dropped. very dramatic reaction from mr. schlatt here.

- his eyes travelled from you, to the black cat inbetween your legs, then to jambo, and he felt himself smile. maybe he even felt himself go a little pink.

- the fact you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his house made his heart beat just that little bit faster, but he had no clue why.

- and then it hit him. as he looked at your pretty face again, studying you as if you were an art piece in a gallery, he realised he had feelings for you.

this was originally meant to be like. a proper fic. but i then realised that my brain cannot comprehend writing an actual story right now so it got turned into a bulleted thing i hope you dont mind (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[grvntld]

2 june 2024—excOiting excOiting stuff, indeed! 🌼🌸✨️🥹💗✨️🌸🌼

words arent enough to express how grateful and happeh i am today. things hv been pretty good lately, but today just hits different—good different 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ and i know we owe it all to big g ♡❀ i mean without him, we wouldnt even be here

eniwey, lezz start with a little thing—ive been wanting those pretty flower hair clamps in like frvr!! loljk im just oa, but fr, ive been wanting them ever since i saw someone wear it. theyre just so pretty, and of course, i got them in three lovely colors!

next is our furbebi naruga ♡♡♡ i feel like i shouldnt even be explaining this, but izz not a secret that we lost govana recently and as much as that heartbreak still hurts, moose and i hv so much love to give too, and so we decided to hv another one once things hv stabilized here at home—and for weeks, our home life with our furbebi has finally bounced back, and so today, we welcomed naruga to our litol fambam. she izzo adorbs, you guys!!

and then, i know moosey and i just had hotpot yesterday at a restaurant near us, but as i hv mentioned, moosey was not impressed, and so i told him, one of these days, i'll make hotpot for him at home—and guess what, our hotpot at home kind of night happened tonight and it was delicious! moosey was happy and satisfied, and so was i. not to toot my own horn, but tbh, i liked our at-home hotpot more. hehe. we had to make a few adjustments, though, since we dont rlly hv the cookware for hotpot, but obvs, we made it work, and we are both so so so sooooo happy!

p.s. i made our peanut dipping sauce from scratch, from whatever we hv in our pantry, and yAs, im proud of it hihi i guess i could rlly say im no longer that afraid and anxious to experiement in the kitchen (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

p.p.s. love is actually the highlight of my day—i love that im doing things that i love again and that i hv so much love to give and that i am loved always

[sevikasangel]

❥๑𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 — demon! jinx x f!reader where she finally catches her prey. there's an old saying that you cannot outrun your demons...but at least you could invite it to dance.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ: demon au + shadows.

— contains: f!reader, death threat, fear, n sfw, fingering, degrading, bottom reader.

— a/n: dedicated to and requested by @ladylusts-world. had lots of fun with this! hope this brightens your day, darling! 💗

— word count: 2,3K

“come out, come out, wherever you are..”

your erratic breath and the overwhelming noise of your frantic heart ringing in your ears, almost like the blood flow was a tempest, was everything that your mind could apparently wrap itself around. with trembling hands, you clutched the walls, dragging your fingers through them as you clutched the wall in order to turn on the lights of your crappy piltie apartment. you shrieked at the ticklish feeling of a tiny spider that slipped through your fingertips. well, this was the only thing you could afford. even a spider-infested egg apartment in piltover is better than the hood you lived in zaun.

however, now you have no time to howl and whine about your low-class life as you should be directing your attention to the creature that stalked you through the dark, cold alleys on that empty night. working for demon hunters must’ve been the most stupid shit you submitted yourself to for some humiliating amount of money. bills don’t pay themselves and you didn’t want to go back to zaun. you couldn’t, actually. you weren’t exactly a person to whom they were very fond. cheating on card games and going so far as stealing sevika’s wallet weren’t forgivable for them. you did this to survive. an orphan who used to be homeless didn’t have many options to change her life. that didn’t matter to them. most of them also had a fucked up past. you were just another pathetic criminal, robbing and selling your morals in order not to be devoured by the bigger fish.

sighing and drowning in fear, you finally flicked on the lights in the living room. however, once you did so, your soul almost left your body and your heart leaped straight to your throat. you felt like screaming and running, but you were frozen in place, your brain going into fight or flight mode.

“are you lost, princess? you know, it’s not very polite to just run out of playtime just like that…last i checked, we were still playing tag…and i am it.” there jinx sat in all her demonic glory. her legs sloppily spread and her arms slumped on the arms of your chair. her eyes were glistening red as she eyed you up and down like the prey you were. “well, here i am.”

you gulped and stared at the blue-haired creature with wide, fearful eyes. her blue and pink nails tapped incessantly on the wooden table, making you flinch and form goosebumps all the time.

“your effort is admirable. really. but it’s useless! the dumb girl thought she could chase me?” jinx laughed out loud at your pathetic state. “track me down for the big bad hunters to catch me…oh, boo hoo, guess who’s getting the chase now? you still have no money, sweets. no money and soon to be six feet under.”

the wind fanned the blue strands of her hair softly and it made her almost look angelical. that’s the irony, you thought to yourself. your feet almost gained life by themselves and you bolted away, trying to get to the front door. you panted heavily and screamed at the top of your lungs. you almost thought jinx would let you out and you could have another chance. you glanced over your shoulder for any sign of her. nothing. however, you had no time to celebrate since you collided right against lean muscles and tripped over, falling on your back on the cold floor. now standing before you, jinx smirked and glared down at you.

“aren’t you tired of running, toots?” she mocked with a pout.

“no! please, let me go…i-i…i made a mistake. i just needed the money, t-they used me. please. please, don’t kill me. i can’t just stop trying to make it out alive!” you pleaded desperately and the demon girl’s grin only became wider, her eyes almost alive on her face.

“i am tired of chasing. game over, little one.”

you pushed yourself to your feet once again and stared at jinx with hopeless eyes. she was a demon, after all. you were nothing but a human mutt who couldn’t do anything to save your own skin. why struggle so much, why walk through fire to save your life, when death would always find you? shit, you thought to yourself.

“can you at least kill me fast?” it was your only request. the words sounded funny to jinx as she just began laughing, her hand grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. you flinched and shut your eyelids tightly, awaiting her strike.

“who said i will kill you…now?” your heart felt like it would fail you anytime. your legs wobble and a cold shiver goes up your spine. hope was cruel. “i am willing to bargain, sweetheart! if you play by my rules, i might just let you live! thrilling isn’t it!?” jinx almost squealed in a cheery voice.

you stared at her and gulped, hands tightly fisted on your sides. the sight of you so fearful and scared awakened a fire in jinx. she loved the hunt. she loved when her lambs were begging for their lives because she had that control over them.

“and what do i have to do?” jinx smirked and you yelped as she dragged you back to the living room. for a slim and short girl, she was rather strong. you assumed it must be her powers. escaping her was literally impossible. so you just needed to embrace your future and believe she was telling the truth. it was your last hope.

and you were grasping it earnestly. you’d survive by yourself all your life. nobody was there to save you but yourself. how come this would be any different now?

jinx sat down on your armchair and lifted her arms, taking them to the back of her head as she relaxed on the furniture. her eyes shone brightly like rubies as she devoured your figure with them.

“turn on your record player…i wanna hear some rock n’roll, sweetness.” with trembling hands, you immediately attended to her request and reached over to turn it on, then chose a ‘she wants revenge’ disco. soon, the soft guitar swallowed the room as ‘out of control’ began playing.

“w-what now, jinx?” you asked with a scared tone.

“now…take off your clothes.”

“what?”

“i said take off your clothes. don’t make me repeat myself, toots, you are boring me to death and that’s very dangerous.” she sighed and you immediately complied. your hands shakily undid the buttons of your shirt and you ripped it off, your skirt following. as you were about to slide off your stockings, a hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your actions. you looked up to see jinx standing in front of you again. “keep these. these…these are staying, sweetheart. you ain’t taking them off, they look so juicy on you.”

“how are you so fast, i-i didn’t even see you stand up!”

“you are so entertaining, little one!” jinx laughed. “i am not human. nothing about me is human. not anymore.”

her small hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. your bodies were now flush together as she began swaying her hips with yours. it confused you and jinx seemed to catch on to that.

“i want to dance with you, sweetheart. if you please me, i might just let you go.”

shakily, you laced your fingers with hers and relaxed a tiny bit as she wrapped her arm around your waist, leading the dance as you both turned your living room into a ball room. the guitar and rock sound didn’t match the energy of your slow dancing, but it was fairly intriguing. it was sensual, erotic, even. the danger did seem more appealing to you now. this is a rather better way to die instead of being killed off with a bullet to your skull from someone you robbed in the past. your life wasn’t so glorious, but your death could be.

your grip on jinx became tighter and you put your head on her shoulder, sucking in a breath to inhale her scent. you wanted to feel her entirely. she smelled like the perfect mix of sweets and gunpowder. your breath fanning against jinx’s neck did things to her and you could hear her growl in your ear.

“i could find a better use to you than being dead, (y/n)...”

“i am yours. do as you please, jinx.”

that’s all the answer she needed to just throw you against a wall. your back slammed against it and you grunted, though before your brain had time to register the pain, jinx pressed her full body against you. her hand grabbed the back of your neck and tugged your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss.

her devilish sharp tongue slid into your mouth with ease and took dominance of yours. the grip on your hair led your face however she wanted. your breathy whimpers and how your touch on her faltered made her skin catch on fire.

"a-a h! jinx! jinx!” you moaned directly into her mouth when she slid her thigh between yours, her free hand gripping your hips and making it roll so your damped underwear humped her skin.

“that’s it, darling. that's my name. who makes you feel so fucking good, huh? i barely touched you and you are so desperate for me,” she moaned and reached over to unclasp your bra. “fuck, just look at these…so perky and delicious...fucking beautiful titties. they are all mine now. tell me who makes you feel like this…” she groaned and leaned down to capture your nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking it as her free hand groped your other breast.

“jinx! jinx!” you whined and gripped the walls, your fingernails scratching the yellow tint, desperate to hold onto something. eventually, you held onto her instead. reaching earnestly for the demon, your fingers grabbed her back, nails scratching the exposed parts. this made her go feral and pull back.

“you are such a good girl, you’re so much more fun like this, huh? i like it when they are needy. the sluttier, the better.” she breathed out.

you released a surprised gasp when jinx just tore your panties in half, leaving you completely displayed to her, with nothing but your stockings on. she looped one arm beneath your thigh and put it over her hip, hand sliding between your bodies to rub your slit. you let out a surprised whimper and jinx smirked.

“so fucking wet you are, pumpkin…hmm…” she took off her fingers for enough time to shove them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on her hand. “how good of a whore you are, darling. such a messy little pet i get to break, all mine, all for myself. no one else 's."

after she pulled it back, jinx returned her hand to its previous location. wet digits rubbed firm, fast circles on your clit. a hoarse scream left your throat and you bent forward, almost falling onto her, but she was strong enough to keep you up against the wall. your nails drew blood from her back and you were so overwhelmed that you bit her shoulder, jinx grunted under her breath and pushed two of her fingers into your starving, dripping hole.

her free hand gripped your chin tightly and forcefully pulled your face up so you were staring into her eyes. your legs were buckling beneath you and all you could do was moan. her fingers felt so good inside of you. each time she pounded into you felt like all thoughts in your brain were becoming jelly.

“don’t dare look away, princess. eyes up here, right on mine,” she chuckled and leaned in to spit directly into your mouth like it was nothing. you hissed and immediately swallowed it, feeling it go down your throat like the finest wine. “good girl. such a good little fucktoy i found all for myself. you feel so tight around my fingers. if only you could see how fucking pretty your little pussy looks swallowing my fingers, darling…mmhm, i might just become addicted.”

with her thumb and accompanying the rhythm of her finger-fucking, jinx began doing clicking motions on your clit, your eyes glossy and glued onto hers, mouth open as a series of drawn-out cries and dragged moans left your throat. you shook and rolled your hips, desperately chasing your so-needed release.

“fuck, you look so beautiful. cum. cum for your new owner, pumpkin. cum like the slut i turned you into…”

her command was all it took for you to release. you came like you never did in your life. you fucked her fingers through your aftershocks, still releasing needy whimpers as your whole body seemed to become overwhelmed with pleasure. you nearly collapsed in her arms, but jinx held you up.

her smirk was stamped on her face as she took in the marvelous sight of your ruined self. she did this to you. and she needed to see it again. not now, she didn’t want to break you that much. you were the best she’d ever had. you would be screaming her name again tonight, but right now you needed some aftercare.

jinx brushed the hair strands from your face and leaned in to kiss you deeply on the mouth, free hand still gripping your chin.

“i was going to kill you, but i found a much more promising use for you instead, toots.” she breathed out with her forehead against yours. “and i will not let them hurt you either, darling. nobody gets to kill you but myself. but i am not going to. not yet, at least, sweetheart. i wanna see how much further i can break you.”

❥๑TAGGING: @enforcermoss , @petitedeer , @ladylusts-world , @slutformommy793 , @mukurosbracup, @compressedwaterbottle.

[ruabadfishtoo]

I was watching The Nun 2 yesterday, and for some reason Taissa Farmiga (she’s also at AHS) reminds me of you. Like, she’s the richer and posher version of you, but you’re also the cooler and indier version of her.

❤️💕💗💖 this made my whole damn week I love her so much 🥹🥹🥹

Also you’re like the third person to tell me I look like her which is reaffirming and convinces me you’re not just tooting my horn

[laurfilijames]

🖋️ Writer Ask 🖋️

What is your most underrated fic?

Navy!!! I love this ask and appreciate you sending it my way so much!! 💗

This was a tough question if I'm honest! I have two series that I feel are tragically underrated as the characters are not well known or popular by any means, so naturally I poured my heart and soul into both of them despite knowing they won't get much attention or recognition 🤣

But, I've decided to choose my series Fallout, a fix it fic that continues the story of Jay Mills from the movie Deadfall.

The moment I saw this film I was head over heels for this wounded soul and needed to make things better for him. The movie itself isn't one to brag about, but I felt Jay had so much more to offer thanks to Charlie and his wonderful acting, always putting so much depth into the characters he plays.

I'll go ahead and toot my own horn a little here and say that this is some of the best, and downright filthiest smut I have ever written and I am so proud of the chapters I've put out so far and am excited to continue on with it.

I really don't know what else to say about it without spoiling things, but it's a story that touches a bit on the enemies to lovers trope, inclement weather forcing some close proximity, and blaringly loud sexual tension that has to be acted on 🫠

If anyone wants to fall in love with this sexy, damaged boxer 🥊 as much as I have, check out the link below!!

It is unbelievable the things I would do to be with this man 🫠

Thank you again for this @navybrat817 😘