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okay fine i'm posting one clip of my second song because i cracked myself up good with this one
#pease be niceys to me#its not done yet#this is my unedited voice#đŹđŹđŹ#im on my independent weird girl rap journey#posting at 5 am to be less visible hi other side of the world that's already awake#my art#my music
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Find the Vibe
I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad, who already regrets that tag but thanks anyway, love! đđ
My vibe: that moment when they realize the worst that could have happened has happened.
Look, if that doesn't scream death scene, I don't know what does đ¤Ł
But per request, I pulled a non death scene out of my ass, passing over four perfectly good ones, 2 of which are spoilers anyway and a 3rd which is so gory I'd have to put a readmore up XD
So, have some angst instead, from Fractured Soul:
Darian's POV
Aleix was trying desperately to anchor him. Pinned to the wall outside Alaia's room, Aleix's body was flush against Darian's, their foreheads pressed together as Aleix held his face between large, callused hands. He should have tried harder to find her. He should have known. "You couldn't have known, Dari," Aleix murmured, reading his thoughts. Reading thoughts was considered extremely rude, but they had never had many boundaries between them. And he could feel himself splintering apart, needed someone to stop the fracturing. "You couldn't have known," Aleix said again. "My mate has suffered because I didn't look for her. And now she wants nothing to do with me," Darian said, his voice cracking.
Alrighty :) no pressure tags going out to: @imaginativemind29new, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories and Open Tag
Your vibe: don't give up now
#yk#i have a lot of death scenes for someone who doesn't write major character death don't i... đŹ#starlit plays tag games#find the vibe#fractured soul#unedited lines oh well lol
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according to google docs, I started this Yamamoto "neighbors to lovers" fic in July of 2021.... and I go back to it every single month hoping that somehow it'll finish itself because I love Yamamoto so much đĽ˛
All the built-up frustration propelled the words out of your mouth. âOkay, Iâve let the noise slide the first time because I assumed it was just a one-time thing, like a housewarming party or something. But youâve just become progressively worse and louder as the weeks go by, and Iâm fucking sick of it! Can you please just keep it down so, hopefully, I can fall asleep tonight before the sun rises?â
His friends in the background quiet down when they hear your voice rise in volume, some shifting uncomfortably from what you can see out of the corner of your eye. Your stare doesnât leave mohawk-manâs face, however, not even as he stares blankly back at you. If you didnât think he had a brain previously then youâre absolutely sure of it now.
âWell? Are you gonna say anything?" He still stands there, mouth barely open and eyes just staring at you, blinking occasionally so you know he at least has one brain cell bouncing around in his skull. It becomes obvious that you werenât getting a response, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "Ugh. Whatever. Just keep it the fuck down because I really hate contacting our landlord for shit."
-Luna
#had to make it small text because it was so damn much whoops đŹ#but it's the only part out of 10 pages thus far where they interact lol#yamamoto x reader#etherrreal games#luna speaks#also its unedited if it wasnt obvious by my horrid grammar
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What It Cost
****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOUâRE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***
Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.
Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now heâs back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?
CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). All smutty warnings happen later on, so Iâll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!
A/N: Currently unedited. Sorry. đŹ Read at your own risk, I guess. đ
Also no word count because Iâm lame.
Part 1 - Lilith
Lilith sighed, closing out of TikTok. Every other video was some video about him. Concert footage, old stream footage from five years ago. His music. She couldn't escape him, no matter how hard she tried. Though it stung, she couldn't help but feel a little bit proud of him. Years of constant work had paid off. Noah had made it. The band had made it and was now one of, if not the, biggest band in the scene right now.
But, God, it still hurt. For four years it had been him and her against the world. Her sitting there night after night, day after day, encouraging him and supporting him. Pushing him to keep going when he just wanted to give up. The first three years had been hard, and sure they'd argued, but it had been good. Great, even. It wasn't until their second album came out that everything started to fall apart.
Suddenly it was like he was finding reasons to fight with her. He would stay out later and later. Drank more and more. And no matter what she did, it just seemed to push him further and further away. That last year had been a nightmare. All culminating in the night that he didn't come home until 6am.
The night that when he finally came home, he couldn't look at her. God, she could still smell the perfume that clung to him as he pushed past her, headed upstairs for the shower. Sure, she could have followed him and confronted him, but what good would that have done? They'd have just fought some more and she was so tired of fighting. Instead she'd packed her things and left while he washed off the smell of another woman. Like a coward.
Part of her hated herself for leaving quietly like that. But she just didn't have it in her anymore. One call to Jolly on her way to her best friends had confirmed her suspicions, anyway. Jolly, though reluctant, had confirmed he'd left with another woman that night. In spite of everyone trying to stop him. Noah hadn't cared.
"Earth to Lilly!" Sadie shouted, snapping her fingers in front of her face.
"Hmm?"
"You good? You've been zoned out for like 10 minutes."
Lilly sighed. Was she good? Yes, but no. Having him plastered everywhere was wreaking havoc on all the healing she'd thought she had done.
"Yeah. Just can't escape his fucking face anywhere these days."
"Ew. He doesn't deserve this success. Not after what he did."
"Sadie," she groaned. "You were like siblings at one point. You know how hard he worked for this. Don't be like that."
"Bitch, you should be more like that. After what he did? Moving you out here with him? Just to cheat like the gutless bitch he is?" Sadie huffed, leaning back in her seat. "You haven't even been able to go on a successful date in five years!"
Lilith squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples. Sure, Sadie was right. And she should probably work through why that was, but that was too daunting of a task. She already knew it was because she was constantly afraid she wasn't enough. That there was something just fundamentally wrong with her. Logically she knew that wasn't the case. That it was him and only him that made him do that. But God, it still sucked thinking about it.
"Sadie..."
"I'll stop. I'm sorry. It just pisses me off. Jolly's still mad at him, you know."
"I know." She chuckled. "He reminds me every time he's here. And Matt. And Nicholas."
Her and Noah may have broken up, but the boys had never stopped treating her like she was family. They still came over regularly. Still had family dinners. It was because of that Jolly and Sadie finally got together. Part of her wondered if Noah knew all of this. An even bigger part of her hoped he didn't. Not out of anger or spite. For her own sanity. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed him. Far more than she should. And knowing that if he knew they all still spent time with her and he didn't once in five years try to reach out and at least apologize? That could very well break her.
Her phone pinged, alerting her to a text. And so life went on. Lilith checked the notification, smiling at Jolly's name appearing. Her smile quickly fell, however, when she read the message.
"Anniversary dinner in Danny's honor coming up on the 26th. Mason really wants you there. We all want you there. You loved him, too."
Fuck. She'd missed last year's. Made some excuse so she didn't have to see Noah. Him and Danny had been close. Of course he would be there. Fuck.
"I've been requested at an anniversary dinner for Danny."
"Noah will be there."
"I know." Lilith groaned. "I can't keep avoiding him forever."
"Good chance for him to grow a pair and apologize."
Lilith laughed, though it was hollow. Noah admit to mistakes he made? Fat chance in hell. He was more likely to spend the evening avoiding her just as much as she would avoid him.
"There's about as much of a chance of that happening as there is of me going without my morning chai." Her phone pinged again.
"Yes, Noah will be there. No, you don't have to talk to him."
It was like Jolly had read her mind. A genuine laugh escaped her, her chest feeling light again. Jolly knew her a little too well sometimes. With a grin she responded, pushing the thought of being around Noah out of her mind.
"See you there."
She could do this. She could be around Noah. It wouldn't be that big of a deal. After all, they ran in the same circles. It was a miracle she'd even avoided him for this long. Everything would go smoothly and be totally fine. It was just a dinner. What's the worst that could happen?
Tags: @fadingintothegrey
#bad omens fanfiction#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian smut#angst#noah sebastian angst#bad omens angst#sorry lol#no iâm not
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Mattheo/Theodore x m reader
Straight boy mattheo who's getting with the prettiest girl in his house but he doesn't wanna be a total loser at kissing yk? So what's better than making you, his best bro, practice with him?
Obviously, with some trepidation, you do it and he loves it so much he chases after your lips even after you move away to critique him (imagine sitting on a couch w him and you move away from his lips to talk about what he does wrong but all he does is push you shoulders back until your back is flush with the couch just so he could keep kissing you)
Anyway, this slowly escalates into him getting a boner and rubbing it on your groin, begging you to "help me out bro"
Then after a week of practicing he gets with his dream girl and the kissing was a success, so was the blowjob she gave him! But he accidentally said your name while doing it and he blew it!
(Op you can choose how this ends)
Kissing - M.R. x male!Reader
A/N: Hehe this was fun to write. Difficult, but so much fun. I really really hope the smut is good đŹ The fix is unedited with no use of Y/N. If the ending seems a little weird, Iâm sorry. I was really tired when I wrote it
This is the start of Mattheoâs bi awakening. Why? Because I said so
Fic does contain smut so NO MINORS!!
CW: Smut!!!; begging; Mattheoâs puppy eyes; Reader is in love with Mattheo; mentions of kissing; female oc; kissing; lots of kissing; making out; explicit sexual content; swearing; public sex; grinding; more begging; handjobs; cum; brief sweet moment; somewhat interrupted sex, I guess?; sex jokes; vague descriptions of blowjobs; several uses of the word âgayâ; Mattheo doesnât understand his feelings; Matty is a horny boy; mildly ambiguous ending; this takes place in Mattheo and Readerâs seventh year of school, so theyâre both of age!!
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âCâmon, mate,â Mattheo begs, pulling you yet again from your homework. âItâs for a good cause!â
You look up, mildly annoyed.
The two of you are in the empty Slytherin common room, the last students there for the night. Everyone else is either sleeping or out partying.
Itâs just the two of you, and Mattheo is set on annoying you.
Heâs your best friend; your other half, so to speak. Itâs been this way for almost seven years. Heâs the yin to your yang, the fire to your calm.
Which heâs disrupting pretty majorly right now.
You exhale slowly, putting down your quill. âJust ask Pansy. Or Daphne. Theyâre good kissers, right?â
Mattheo groans and leans into you, giving you his best puppy eyes. The ones you can never say no to. âPlease? I donât trust them like I trust you. You wonât make fun of me or hold it over me like they will.â
Heâs getting vulnerable, which means heâs being serious. Damn him.
You sigh and force yourself to look away. âMattyâŚâ
âIâll make it up to you, I swear! Besides, itâs not like, you know, weâre in love or anything. Itâs just a kiss or two.â
And that is the entire problem. Because you are very much in love with him.
Youâve been pining after him since second year. Practically ever since you became friends. Youâve been head over heels for him, utterly and truly in love.
And he has no idea.
Which is why to him, asking you for kissing practice isnât a big deal.
Itâs all Seraphina Selwynâs fault. Sheâs undeniably the prettiest Slytherin in your year, if not the whole school.
And out of all the boys she decided she wanted to have, she had to pick yours.
Her and Mattheo have been flirting for months. And sheâs finally started to show signs that sheâs ready for him to make a move.
Heâs been giddy about it since it happened, gushing about it every time heâs alone with you. It just makes you feel sick.
But you canât let him down, especially not when heâs giving you those oh so sad puppy eyes you canât resist.
With a sigh, you nod. âFine. But only a few kisses. Wouldnât want anyone spreading any rumors about us.â
It hurts to say. But you canât let him know.
Mattheo grins and scoots closer. âAlright! Teach me how to kiss, oh wise one.â
You canât help the smile that tugs at your lips. Heâs so dorky sometimes. âJust⌠come here.â
You reach out and gently guide his head to yours. You pause for a moment, mouth right above his.
Are you really going to do this?
To your surprise, itâs Mattheo who leans the rest of the way in. He presses his mouth to yours in a clumsy kiss.
It feels like sparks go down your spine. You shiver, eyes closing.
Mattheo kisses you like heâs hungry, like your mouth is a feast and heâs ravenous for it. Heâs clumsy and eager, but has enough common sense to not try and shove his tongue down your throat.
You try to slow the kiss down. To show him how to move his mouth and such. It works⌠sort of.
After several kisses, you try and pull back. Not far, but just enough so you can give him some advice.
He chases after you. Leaning further into you in order to press his lips to yours again.
âMattyââ
He pushes your shoulders back, pressing you back against the arm of the couch. And you?
Your entire body lights up with sparks as he slides partway onto your lap. You can feel your dick twitch underneath him and for a moment you panic. Heâs gonna feel you!
But Mattheo only moans softly and continues kissing you. He shifts his position on your lap, resting his hands on your chest for support.
You melt into the kiss, letting your lips part and your body relax. You canât help it. This could be your only chance ever to kiss Mattheo; and if heâs into it, youâre not gonna complain.
Mattheoâs tongue slips into your mouth and you forget why you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.
The two of you make out for what feels like hours. Just mouth pressed to mouth, tongues gliding together. You pull back a couple times to breathe, and Mattheo always chases your mouth with his.
Itâs hot. Painfully so. Youâre made aware of your hard-on every time Mattheo shifts in your lap.
You know he can feel it. You brace yourself, preparing for the moment he mentions it. But he seems too caught up in kissing you to care.
He shifts again and makes a small noise. An almost groaning sound. You feel yourself throb when you realize heâs just as hard as you.
His cock, pressed right alongside yours.
He groans again and grinds his dick against yours. âFuck, you feel so goodâŚ!â
You moan, giving a little thrust up against his hips. âMattyâŚâ
He captures your mouth with his, taking the chance to lick against your tongue again. You melt into the kiss once more, unable to help yourself.
The two of you make out with more passion now, grinding against each other.
Mattheoâs movements start to get more desperate. More hungry. Heâs practically humping your dick, panting and moaning into your mouth.
âPlease,â he finally begs. âI need you.â
You bite down a groan, struggling to think straight. You shouldnât. You really shouldnât.
âPlease? Just this once, I swear!â Heâs giving you his puppy eyes again. âHelp me out, just this once?â
You canât help it. Heâs so hot and youâre so weak to his puppy eyes.
âAlright. But only this once.â
You fumble with his belt, clumsily working with one hand to undo it. When you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants, Mattheo whines.
You close your hand around his dick, giving him as good of a stroke as you can within the confines of his clothes. He groans and presses into your touch, his dick twitching and throbbing under your hand.
You shift and squirm a bit until you manage to free him, finally able to stroke him like youâre wanting.
Mattheo moans like a porn star, thrusting into your hand eagerly. Greedily. Heâs practically jerking himself off with your hand.
And you love it.
You match his pace, shifting your grip every now and then until you find what makes his hips stutter.
âI canâtââ He sounds absolutely wrecked. âIâm gonnaââ
âCome on,â you groan, your dick a weeping mess at the sight. âCum for me, Matty.â
Mattheo thrusts into your hand once, twice, and cums. Hot sticky ropes of white paint your shirt and pants.
Itâs too hot for you to even be upset.
âMerlin, Matty,â you breathe. âThat was hot.â
He drops his forehead against your shoulder and pants out a laugh. For a moment, he just basks in your presence. Nuzzling against your neck like heâs gonna say something soft.
Then the sound of faint laughter breaks the spell. People are coming.
You hastily mutter a cleaning charm while Mattheo frantically tucks himself away. You both know you canât deal with any rumors about the two of you being together.
By the time the drunken partygoers spill into the common room, the two of you are sitting up on the couch again. No evidence of what transpired at all.
Except for maybe your still hard dick, which you use your notebook to hide. Youâll take care of it later.
As people slowly head off to bed, you start to gather your things. Mattheo grabs your arm before you can leave.
âCanââ He falters for a moment. âSame time tomorrow? I need more practice still.â
You hesitate. But only for a moment. âSure. We can meet up in my dorm. Itâll be empty then.â
Mattheo nods, acting for all the world like you two are talking about a homework study session. You can see the gleam in his eyes though. Heâs just as excited as you.
You head off to bed with your heart pounding. You and Mattheo. Kissing practice tomorrow.
You have no doubts what itâll turn into again. And oh Merlin, are you looking forward to it.
One week later
âI blew it!â Mattheo barges into your room without knocking, startling you.
âBlew what? Who did you blow?â You sit up, curious and confused.
âNot who.â He rolls his eyes, unable to help a tiny smirk, even in his distress. âIt. My relationship.â
âOh.â That makes more sense. âWith Selwyn? What did you do?â
He groans and slumps to the floor, sitting at the base of your bed. âSo everythingâs going great, right? The mood is there, the kissingâs fantastic; weâre getting it on, you know?â
You nod, listening intently.
âAnd then she goes to blow me, which is, you know, pretty awesome.â
Mattheo covers his face, clearly embarrassed by the next words he says. âAnd I fuckinâ say your name!â
You blink. Once. Twice. âWhat?â
âI say your fucking name in the middle of getting a blowjob!â He groans and lowers his head in shame. âIt just slipped out. You know, coz of all our practice.â
Ah, yes. Youâd given him several enthusiastic blowjobs during your week of âkissing practiceâ.
âHuh.â You lean back on your hands a bit, thinking. âSo, did she break up with you?â
âNo,â he groans. âBut now sheâs convinced Iâm gay, and I donât know what to do.â
You try really hard not to laugh. Of course sheâd think that. Even when it was obviously not true. Mattheo was whipped for her. You were just an afterthought. Kissing practice.
âWell, is she still willing to date you?â
âYes,â he grumbles. âBut sheâs as big of a gossip queen as anyone else. The whole school will soon think Iâm in love with you. Which Iâm not.â
You pat his shoulder consolingly. It hurts to hear him deny it, but you both know itâs true. Mattheoâs not in love with you, and will never be in love withâ
âAt least,â He suddenly looks doubtful. âIâm pretty sure Iâm not.â
You blink. Heâs⌠only pretty sureâŚ?
âSaying your name during sex doesnât mean Iâm in love with you, right?â
You stare at him. âI think our kissing practice would sooner qualify.â
âOh.â He relaxes. âWell, that doesnât count at all. Thatâs just you helping me out, you know?â
âYeah.â You nod slowly. âRight.â
âSo that settles it then.â Mattheo nods. âIâm not gay. It was just an accident.â
Youâre suddenly no longer sure. But you donât say anything. He has a girlfriend now, for Merlinâs sake. You canât crush their relationship off of doubt.
âWhatever you say.â
The two of you sit in silence for a while. Then Mattheo gets up. He stretches a bit, and glances down at you.
You can already see the gleam in his eye.
âJust out of curiosity, thoughâŚâ
You sigh and pat the bed next to you.
Looks like your kissing practice isnât over yet.
#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle smut#male reader#divider by cafekitsune#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x male reader
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knockinâ down a wall
frankie morales x f!reader
frankie is knocking down a wall and youâre⌠admiring (mature, but no smut) || drabble. unedited. written on my phone.
@msjarvis says; Knocking down walls⌠maybe during a hot summer day⌠him wearing a utility belt low on the hips⌠biceps bulging every time the hammer hit the wall⌠sweating a whole lot for the effort⌠and also swearing under his breath a whole lot for the effort⌠and at the end he lifts the hem of the tank top for messily wiping his forehead.. which consequentially lead to have a peek of his tummy and happy trailâŚâŚ. 𫢠*cough* or also.. you know.. maybe measuring⌠it sound âsaferâ.. đŹ
Itâs hot. Sweltering.
Drops of perspiration collect at the base of your spine as your hand does its best to fan the warmth from your face.
Your ears have stopped ringing.
The dust is settling, resting along the floor as the plastic sheets covering the furniture do their best to put up a fight and not let any seep in. It, like you and him, battling against the suffocation from the increasing temperature.
But, thatâs not why your throat is dry. Why youâve been rendered useless other than grabbing him a drink.
The cause of both of those things is due to the man swallowing water. Droplets running from the glass and cascading down his dirt-covered fingers, trailing a path along his sweat-beaded neck.
Swallowing, your tongue feels heavy, practically double its usual size.
A sudden desperation inside of you to lick the water thatâs on his jugular; trace the tip along the vein that keeps pulsating as his chest rises and falls quickly and heavily.
You try to drag your eyes away, but find they hover on a new home. A space where the tool belt is slung at his waistâhis beloved tools dusted with remnants of the wall that had come down. The weight of the belt is forcing his trousers to hang a little lower.
Itâs why youâre not staring at the rubble, the mess or the ruin, but instead at the showcased curls that lead from his happy trail to a place where you only ever find happiness. Eyes lingering on his waist, on the soft curve of his stomach youâre able to catch a glimpse ofâ
âYouâre staring.â
âI am, Morales. You lookâŚâ
âSweaty?â
Smirking, you flick your eyes up. Just catching him grabbing a fistful of the end of his own t-shirt, tugging it up, groaning into the fabric as he unveils more of his soft stomach, his chest, wiping sweat from his face that stains against the fabric when he lets it drop back into place.
âYou look hot.â
His eyes, all brownâroundâlook to you all shimmering with surprise and a layer of disbelief.
Because he doesnât know that youâve not done whatever it is you promised himâyour eyes have only been trained on the way his arms flex as he launched the mallet at the wall.
Frankie doesnât understand that the grunts, hisses and under-the-breath fucks have done nothing but make arousal pool between your thighs.
Licking your lips, you stand, thighs clenched together. âYou look good knocking down my wall, Morales.â
Smirking, he wipes his forehead with his forearm, eyes narrowing for a second, before he drops the mallet to the floorâa thud resounding, vibrating out across the room.
âThink you should strip, baby. Too hot for clothes, donât ya think?â
You blink. Processing. Before you realise his words.
Then, you barely finish nodding before your top is over your head and heâs closing the gap, pulling you flush against him by your hips.
#asked and answered#jo + her handy men#Frankie morales x reader#frankie morales x you#francisco morales x reader#frankie morales x f!reader
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pairing: jake sully x fem!reader | masterlist
Summary: Jake Sully has never been taken care of before. You decide to change that. based on this request.
â warnings: fluff // nsfw content; handjobs, unedited. đŹ
Jake Sully doesnât think that anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.
Itâs a strange request for you to make â one that has his ears flickering in confusion and his tail swatting behind him, but he simply nods his head, adjusting his legs so you can easily slide in between them.
âIâm gonna take care of you,â you murmur, your lips brushing against the striped skin of his inner thigh. You leave goosebumps in your wake, your movements slow and sultry, and Jake gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes. âIs that okay?â
âYeah, 'ts okay.â
As though to add to his point, he gives you a slow, earnest nod. His lips quirk upward slightly as he speaks, and his voice is deep, rumbling in his chest. The low octaves send a familiar warmth pooling to your stomach. His legs are so wide and muscular, flexing under each touch, and youâre subtly reminded that the only reason you are able to take care of him is because heâs letting you.Â
He's leant against a tall oak tree in the middle of the forest, and youâre nestled between his thighs. Itâs a promiscuous place to be, but itâs where he wanted to go.
Jake had returned to your shared mauri from a successful hunting mission, and stated that he needed to get away â needed to âclear his headâ. You had meekly followed him, tottering after him and pleading for him to slow. He had done so; his strides becoming leisurely and steady, allowing for you to keep up with him. His tail had wrapped possessively in its familiar place around your wrist as the two of you walked together, your shoulder brushing against his hip every few seconds, causing you to fluster.
He's so big, and youâre reminded of this as you grow closer and closer to his loincloth.
âCan I touch you, sweetheart?â Jakeâs drawls softly from above you, his fingers instinctively reaching out and brushing a few strands of loose hair away from your face.
âYou can do what you want, Jake. I just want to take care of you.â
You gaze up at him, and it feels like the breath is knocked from your lungs. Jake is ethereal, the small rays of sun breaking through the trees catching his lashes, reflecting the light onto his eyes through his half-lids. You meet the polished stained glass of his eyes, orange and yellows hues staring down at you like an Earthly sunset.Â
Gaze dragging down, your met with his strong chest. Stripes of steel blue cascade across his chest like rippling water, and your lips part as you note the soft, round curve of his stomach. Heâs not as young as he used to be, but age has been exceptionally kind. Your eyes flit across the scar which patterns across his chest, and you pout, your hand reaching upwards to swipe across the jagged line.
He blinks as you stare at him, his lips twitching upwards into a small smile. âItâs only a scar,â he reminds you, a hand coming down to wrap around his wrist. âIâm okay.â
The pad of your thumb presses meekly into the indentation. âI hate that man.â
âWell, we donât need to worry about him anymore,â Jake murmurs, âitâs just us.â
Warmth floods to your face, and you meekly force your attention back towards his loincloth. You gently begin to hoister his loincloth higher, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as excitement pricks at your core. He allows for it to be tugged upwards, and your skin prickles with goosebumps as the slight curve of the forbidden fruit that you crave terribly begins to grow exposed.
âSo pretty, Jake,â you mumble, your fingers shaking as they untie his loincloth at the side. Your fingers explore the exposed skin of his hips as the loincloth falls to the floor, your lips peppering against his inner thighs, ignoring the area that he desperately craves to be touched the most.
Your nails drag softly against his hips, following the patterns of his blue stripes, and he sighs sweetly as your lips brush against his crotch ever so slightly. Your eyes flick towards his cock, which is hard and pulsing besides you, perking with excitement and need as your tongue gently laps at the crook of his thigh.
âSo are you,â he responds quietly, gently tilting your chin so that he can look at you. His irises are sheathed by the dilation of his lust, and you shyly smile at his enthusiasm. âYouâre my pretty girl, sweetheart.â
As if to prove his point, you bat your lashes up at him. You dip your head so your lips scrape against his thigh again, and your breath is warm, faintly fanning across his skin. His thighs flex under you, and your kisses grow hot and wet as you softly suckle at his skin, satisfied when the blue of his skin begins to grow purple.
Finally, your hand moves towards his area of desire. Your palm wraps a fist around his cock, your thumb swiping softly over his leaking, lavender head. A quiet hiss slips past Jakeâs lips, and from the peripheral of your vision, you can see him tilt his heads backwards.
He shifts his hips, bucking lazily into your hand. âNo, Jake,â you respond, and he looks down at you, confusion evident in his features. âLet me do all of the work.â
Jake nods his head timidly, readjusting his hips to grow comfortable. His eyes fight to stay open, but between the rays of sun which shine directly at his pupils and the sultry look on your face, heâs forced to shut his eyes and focus on the painful aching of his cock.
Desire blooms in his stomach as your hand teasingly begins to tug at his cock, your palm soft and wet, and he wonders when you spat on it, and then he realises that you didnât and youâre simply using his pre-cum as lube. Â
Your other hand, in all of its glory, softly draws shapes into his skin, your nails sharp enough to warrant fear. He knows youâd never hurt him, and his lips part in joy as your thumb swipes over the tip of his cock, a soft moan dragging from his throat. His cock is so thick that itâs hard to manage, but he seems like heâs enjoying himself.
His stomach tenses as you continue to roll your fist up and down his cock, and it aches â he aches, desperate to thrust into your hand, but heâs more scared of the lack of an orgasm than he is the consensus of a drawn-out one.
âSweetheart,â he breathes, and his thighs jolt as your teeth sink softly into the plump flesh of his thigh. âPlease?â
âYouâll get what you want. I promise.âÂ
An insatiable feeling of warmth drowns him, and he imagines his face is flushed terribly. Another quiet moan is drawn from his throat as you pump his cock tantalizingly slow, his body sparking with the need for more.
âFaster,â he begs, âplease, pretty girl, I need more.â
Hungry for relief, yet gnawing for more bliss, Jake lets out a quiet cry, his eyes opening to gaze down at you. Heâs glad that he did, and pleasure bubbles in his stomach as he takes in your amused expression, your lips quirked upwards as you continue to pump his cock.
Jakeâs head tips backwards again, resting against the tree, and you rub your thumb over the slit of his cock as you press wet, heated kisses to his other thigh, your teeth scraping down his skin. Your canines arenât sharp enough to draw blood, but you try â nipping and biting to create a stark contrast of both pleasure and pain.
Gently, you readjust yourself, pausing your movements. You lean over his crotch, and Jake gasps quietly as you let yourself drool over your hand and his cock, your salvia covering your fingers and his tip. You messily jerk him again, and he lets out a choked groan, and you wonder how you got so lucky to have such a verbal partner.
His praise and sounds of pleasure causes arousal to pool in your own stomach, but you ignore it, opting to focus all on him. His cock dribbles with more precum, and his stomach and thighs tense as you carefully begin to speed up the motions of your hands.Â
âDo you like this?â
Jake nods his head. His throat feels tight and so does his stomach, all tense and rippling with pleasure. âYes,â he chokes out, his fingers curling into the soil beneath him, âI like it.â
âI knew that you would,â you murmur softly, the pad of your thumb rolling over his thumb, a small smile painting your lips as his precum dribbles down his cock, following the slight curve of the impressive muscle.Â
Your nails rake over his thighs, and Jake shivers, tensing and writhing beneath you. Heâs aching, impossibly hard, and his eyes crush shut as he begins to tremble beneath you. You smile as he gives into his vulnerability, as he allows for you to take care of him, and you watch his fingers curl deeper into the soil, and you allow him to finally thrust into your hand.
âOh, yes, thatâs it,â he grits his teeth as he praises you, and his stomach burns with heat, his ears pinned backwards as the sloppy sounds of his lust echo throughout the forest. âMy pretty girl, taking care of me so good.â
Jakeâs voice has sunken to a whimper now, and you feel your cunt pulsing between your legs. Youâre growing sticky and needy yourself, and as you rub him, you also rub your thighs together, attempting to find a source of friction to dull your own insatiable desire.
âFaster?â you ask him, and he nods his head vigorously.
Your grip tightens on his cock, and you begin to jerk him faster, and he lets out a throaty, content moan. He nods his head, praising and begging, pleading for more, and you let him rut into your fist. He feels so hot, and his stomach is so tense and his thighs flex beneath your nails and you canât help but sigh softly.
Heâs so desperate.Â
Pleasure buzzes in the atmosphere, and you sense that heâs getting close, and you can feel him getting closer. His cock is leaking over your hand, and you move to wrap your other fist around it, attempting to give him as much pleasure as possible.
Your wrist aches, burns as you continue to help him, and you canât help but praise him further, âso pretty, Jake, you know that?â you murmur, but he canât hear you, his heartbeat so loud as it rattles throughout every fibre of his being.
Itâs heavenly torture, and he begins to pull soil from Pandora as he ruts into your hand further, and your grip on his cock tightens, the motions sloppy and lewd as his hips desperately snap upwards. âYes, like that. Sweetheart, please!â He begs, and then he canât hold it in anymore, the inferno blazing inside of him overwhelming, too much all at once.
âTake care of me so â so good,â he cries out, screwing his eyes shut as he dulls the fire inside of him, the fast pace heâs set allowing for him to finally find relief. The lewd squelching sounds echo throughout the forest, and you attempt to tighten your grip as much as possible, and then it happens.
He cums, and he cums hard. Jakeâs body shakes beneath you, trembles as your hot breath fans against his cock, your tongue flat against his tip as you swipe away all of the cum that youâve coaxed out of him. His head is tilted, rested against the tree, and his chest rises and falls quickly, gentle whimpers catching in his throat as you continue to stroke him through his orgasm.
The soft flexing of his thighs is delicious, and you watch as his stomach ripples, the muscles sheen with a mixture of sweat and cum. His head is pounding, and his tail flickers madly behind him. Exhaustion rolls over him as you pull away, the soft glistenining of cum and saliva staining your bottom lip, and he closes his eyes again, unable to look at you.
âWas that good?â You ask quietly, gently sheathing him with his loincloth, a dreamy smile on your lips.
âGood?â He repeats, and warmth flutters throughout his body as he feels you clamber atop of him, your arms wrapping around his body as you press into his chest. He instinctively reaches a hand around you, pulling you close, your small frame hugged tightly to his own. âThat was perfect.â
#jake sully#jake sully smut#jake sully fluff#jake sully angst#jake sully x you#jake sully x reader#jake sully gif#avatar#avatar 2#avatar: the way of water#atwow#avatar 2009#avatar smut#james cameron#smut#Jake sully x reader smut#womnsfw#avatar fanfiction#avatar the way of water#fanfic#fanfiction#avatar movie#jc avatar#avataredit
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A snippet of the latest fanfic I am focused on.đ
TW: Azkaban Sebastian, Self harm, blood
It is breaking my heart to work on this one but the idea is fresh in my mind and I have to write it.đ
(Completely unedited and written in a rush.đŹ)
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fandom#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy sebastian#dark sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow fanfiction#Azkaban
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Prompt: Three times Sirius almost murdered someone in public over his fame and one time he tried to use his fame to his advantage (and failed) - bonus points if he was trying to bone someoneđŹ
So, confession time: I actually started writing this prompt when you first gave it to me, without the boning part, so now I feel weird that the "failed" portion of the ficlet involves a child and does not involve boning đ¤Ł
That being said, I think that someone *cough cough* could write a 5 + 1 ficlet about Sirius trying to get laid, and he fails 5 times because no one is impressed with his fame, and succeeds once because, idk, Kingsley is more famous than he is. ANYWAY. Here is your fic. It's very dumb and unedited. Enjoy.
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âMr. Black!â
âLord Black!â
Shit. Sirius shoves his list into his pocket and pops the collar of his coat in an effort to shield most of his face from the cameras. Heâd purposely come to Diagon at ass-oâclock on a Sunday, hoping to get his shopping out of the way before the crowds arrived. Heâd managed to get gifts for everyone on his list, too, except for Harry.
Harry is the one he always has the hardest time shopping for, because the gifts have to be perfect. He accepts nothing less for his son.Â
And now the paparazzi have spotted him, which means that he has to put off shopping for Harry until another day. He briefly contemplates setting the street (and the reporters) on fire as a distraction, but that would only draw more attention.
Instead, he ducks down an alley and Apparates home.
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Harry glances over his shoulder, and quickly pales. âUh, SiriusâŚâ
âDonât tell me,â Sirius sighs.
âYeah.â
âWeâve in the fucking Maldives.âÂ
âThey have reporters in the Maldives.â
Sirius glares at him, and Harry gives him an innocent smile. âTheyâre here for you, too, Potter.â
âI didnât get voted Sexiest Wizard Alive by Witch Weekly this year. Theyâre here for you.âÂ
Sirius twirls his wand between his fingers, eyeing the approaching reporters warily. âDo you think I can transform them all into rabbits?â
âI donât think Remus will bail you out of jail again. Aunt Andy said she wouldnât, either.â
âKingsley might.â
âYeah, because heâs asked you to marry him three times and you keep turning him down. Heâd do anything for you.â
âHe would, wouldnât he?â
Harryâs nose wrinkles. âGross, Sirius.â
Sirius winks. âItâs the Black charm, Harry.â
âYeah, well, can the Black charm get us out of here unnoticed and without any murder? I want some lunch.âÂ
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Sirius steps into Remusâs office, and the whole room falls silent, sixteen pairs of eyes staring at him in astonishment.
âEr,â he says eloquently, âhello.â
Pandemonium breaks out after that, students clamoring for his autograph and his photograph and wanting to shake his hand. If heâd known that Remus held office hours at six oâclock on a Thursday of all days, he wouldnât have stopped by to visit his friend after the Board of Governors meeting let out.Â
âIâm going to kill you,â he mutters under his breath at one point, while three awestruck first-years try to get his attention.Â
âNo, you wonât,â Remus says cheerfully. âYou need your best man intact for the wedding.â
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âMummy, I canât see!âÂ
âShh, darling.â
âBut I canât. Heâs too tall.â
âHere, Melinda, why donât you sit on Mamaâs lap? That will help you be taller, wonât it?â
Thereâs some shuffling, and then a huff. âI still canât see.â
Sirius canât help it. Curious, he twists around in his seat to find a young girl glaring at him. She canât be older than Lily Luna, and sheâs dressed in a frilly princess dress for the show. Her mothers gape at him.
âOh!â the one holding Melinda exclaims. âOh, Lord Black, I am so sorry--â
âItâs quite alright,â he says, giving Melinda the patented and dazzling Black smile. She remains unmoved. âI am very tall, arenât I?â
âI wanna see the dancing,â Melinda pouts.
âWhy donât we switch?â Kingsley suggests, and he swaps seats with Sirius.Â
âYouâre too tall, too,â Melinda informs him. âMummy, can I sit on your shoulders?â
âNo, baby, I donât think the theater would like that very much.â
âBut how am I supposed to see Clara?â Melinda demands. âAnd the dancing?âÂ
âWeâll switch seats with you,â Sirius says, and both of Melindaâs mothers look mortified.
âOh, no, Lord Black--â
âWe couldnât possibly--â
âI insist,â he says, getting up, and Kingsley follows him. The two women get up after a momentâs hesitation and take their seats, Melinda on one lap. âIs that better, my lady?â
âYes,â Melinda says, not sparing him a glance.Â
âMelinda,â one of her mothers scolds. âWhat do we say?â
Melinda turns around to look at Sirius. âWhatâs your name?â
âSirius.â
Her nose wrinkles. âThatâs a funny name.â
âMelinda!â
âThank you, Sirius,â Melinda says primly, and then she turns around again, Sirius utterly forgotten.
Her mothers are bright red. Sirius leans forward.
âMy granddaughter is five,â he says to them. âI've never been so humbled in my life.â
#sirius black#harry potter#kingsley shacklebolt#starking#parents take small children to see The Nutcracker right?????#anyway here is some nonsense#imp is writing#follower milestone celebration#come give me prompts or cause chaos with me!
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Well... I'm making a Spotify playlist to go for a ride around the commonwealth/Nuka-World with Gage and so far I have 57 songs (I also have one playlist for Hancock, one for Nicky and one for my OC Texas Red but they still need to be filled in).
The good thing is that I am going to leave it HERE.
The bad thing is that I've chosen the songs, and yes, I've based on Gage's personality to make it but I don't know if anyone besides me will like it đŹ
[I'm also getting the urge to do virtual photography again so I might upload some pictures soon! Here are a few unedited photos of our favorite raider]:
#fallout#fallout 4#fallout brainrot#spotify#playlist#fallout playlist#porter gage#gage#fallout gage#nuka world#nuka cola#nuka girl#this man will be the death of me
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Fratt Week Day 1 - Blood
Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Word Count: 2089 Rated T Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Not quite actually Fratt yet, More Frank just making some observations
I haven't actively participated in anything fandom or posted any writing in over a year so shout out to @frattweek for giving me the inspiration to actually do something. Even if that something is writing 2k in a day and posting it unedited because it's late and I'm already a day behind đŹ
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Frank thought a lot of things about Red.
About The Devil. Daredevil. Murdock. Matt.
All stupid names in Frankâs opinion. Red suited him better.
The Devil was probably the stupidest of all. I didnât pick it, Frank. Though Daredevil wasnât much further behind. Again, I didnât pick it. Murdock was so unfortunate he almost felt bad for little Red, having to deal with that on top of everything else life had heaped onto him. I genuinely canât tell if youâre just trying to be rude or if youâre actually just racist. Matt was too human. IâŚFrank, I am human. You know that right?
Frank knew. He just liked, every now and again, to hear Red say it out loud. Maybe to remind Frank, but maybe also a little to make him remind himself.
They didnât always fight together. They didnât even frequently fight together, but sometimes things just lined up in a way that Frank refused to classify as either good or bad, and they ended up on the same trail.
It had been the same shit as always, just under a different name. Drug dealers this time. The real deal, not kids trying to be inconspicuous in the alleyways, but the main runners, meeting suppliers at what was supposed to be an empty warehouse. The drugs werenât the reason Frank nor Red were really after them, but putting a stop to that felt like a bonus.
Theyâd split up shortly after theyâd arrived, Red slipping in through an open window, high enough it hadnât been considered a priority to guard, while Frank had taken the perimeter, eliminating any threats -with beanbag rounds, Red, donât be a bitch about it- before they could notice anything was amiss inside.
The bored guards outside hadnât been an issue, but the armed security just past the bay doors had given Frank a bit of a run for his halfhearted promise to try to use nonlethal force. The problem was, nonlethal was much more difficult and time consuming than simply painting the concrete with brain matter, which meant Frank was slightly behind schedule when he finally made it to the sounds of Redâs fight.
He had intended to be backup, and he didnât intend on slouching the responsibility. Frank took up his position alongside a wall of half broken crates, the stock of his gun pressed hard to his shoulder just in case anyone seemed about to slip past Redâs defenses, but he doubted he would be needed. Not with the way Red was fighting tonight.
Itâs something my dad used to say, Red had told him one night, speaking low and slightly detached, the way he always did whenever he shared something about himself. About his past. There never seemed to be any rhyme or reason to his sudden decision to share. Frank half wondered if he was just talking to himself when he did, forgetting Frank was even there. When heâd go dead eyed in the ring and just turn into a monster as he beat the shit out of the other guy. He called it âletting the Devil outâ.
Frank had never met Redâs old man, and he knew exactly three facts about him. He was a boxer, Red had loved him more than anything in the world, and if his version of letting the devil out was anything even close to Redâs, he was a fucking force to be reckoned with.
Because Red didnât act like that devil business was a metaphor. Red was a fucking demon when he fought.
For everything heâd done and everywhere heâd been, Frank knew heâd never seen anything move the way Red fought. He moved like he was created to fight, like everything else he could possibly do with his life was just tossed on at the end like a bonus if he ever got bored of the incredible way the universe had decided to put him together. Every move was coordinated, almost liquid in the way he ducked below punches and arched himself out of the way of kicks.
Everything about him was power and speed, moving in ways Frank knew he hadnât been able to bend at even in his prime, before delivering hits hard enough that Frank could hear the other guyâs bones snap from across the room. A pipe flew clumsily past Redâs head and he dispatched of its thrower so quickly, Frank wasnât even sure exactly what he did to get the guy to make that exclamation of pain before he was slumping to the ground in a spray of blood.
A few drops of it hit Redâs chest plate, but the marks were lost among the myriad of streaks already decorating it. The red and black of his stupid devil suit made it hard to tell what was clean and what was filthy with blood, but the entire picture came together to create something so unsettlingly otherworldly that it hardly mattered. Blood streaked across his mask and was running over his chin, either from a lost tooth or a broken nose, or maybe none of it was his at all.
The bandages on his hands were a darker red, the color so thick it looked like theyâd been dyed and not just stained. Blood was flecked and splattered across his chest, the wet spots glowing against the matte red and black. It was running down his chin, dripping onto his neck in a way that reminded Frank of an animal after a hunt. If he had turned right then and had taken a bite out of one of the men on the ground, Frank couldnât say he would have been too terribly surprised.
Red tilted his head in that unnatural way he had, assessing the last man lying prone at his feet, or maybe the room as a whole. His shoulders were still hunched, fists curled at his sides as he remained locked in fight mode, his body clearly uncertain how to proceed without something else in front of him to punch. His lips curled back in what might have been a grin or a snarl or maybe just an animal reaction to the adrenaline still coursing through him.
Frank, for all his flaws, was 100% human. There was no mutation, no alien DNA or secret government experiment gone wrong. Just normal government black ops shit that went sideways and a stupid jarhead theyâd tried to make a patsy. Just a human man with a short fuse and the memory of his daughterâs limp weight in his hands and nothing left to lose.
Red was a different story.
This was why he couldnât call Red Matt. Matt - Matthew- was a human name. A normal name for a normal man, and Frank for all of his eye rolling at Redâs choir boy bullshit, didnât think he would ever fully be convinced that Red was human.
Frank could see it in the way he moved, the way he slipped when he stopped talking. When he stopped trying to force himself down into that tiny box whose walls were made of religion and society and legality. When he let the devil out and went out hunting for blood.
Heâd never tell him, had to keep the thought down low, but Frank thought he understood why Red didnât kill. Not because God told him it was wrong, and not because of the law or whatever other bullshit Red liked to tell whoever had to listen to him talk about it. No, Red didnât kill because of that animal thing inside of him.
He didnât kill, because Frank was almost positive Red might like the feeling a little too much.
Red didnât kill, because he wasnât sure heâd be able to stop.
It had to have only been seconds, not more than a brief pause in the chaos of the night, but Frank felt time slow down for the first time in a while as he stared at Redâs form in the half light, his chest rising and falling with the effort to breathe through the fight heâd just finished.
In those brief seconds Frank thought of the leopard heâd once seen while on tour, dragging a carcass up a tree. Thought of the way its fur had shown in the sunlight and the blood had marred those distinctive spots. He thought of the sound his old manâs GTO had made when it started up, that deep vibration that echoed in his chest. He thought of the glint of moonlight on his Ka-Bar, the kick back of his gun against his muscle, of the look Maria gave him over her shoulder the first night they spent together.
The last one kicked him back into reality, and he cleared his throat, spitting the taste of copper out of his mouth before he lowered his gun. Redâs head jerked the other way, a dog picking up a scent, as Frank finally approached.
He could forgive himself for the mix up of his thoughts, blaming it easily on the adrenaline and the scent of blood in the air.
He thought of that leopard again, of the way its muscles had moved beneath its fur as it had dragged its prey up that tree. Of Redâs fist slamming into the jaw of an idiot who didnât know when to get out of the way. With a silent prayer of an apology to Maria, he begged her to understand - it was hard to see a predator move the way they did and not think it was a thing of beauty.
Frank had meant to grab Redâs arm, try and jerk him out of whatever blood fueled stupor heâd lost himself in, but his hand landed instead on the side of Redâs face, thumb pushing hard against his jaw as it swept through the blood not yet dried against his stubble. If Frank still felt fear as strongly as he used to, he might have been worried about getting bit.
âEasy there, Alter Boy, theyâre down for the count.â
Red exhaled low and long, and Frank watched the struggle happen. Watched as Red tried to fight back that inhuman part of himself to resemble something decent. He made a sound almost like a huff - like he knew he should be annoyed with Frank but was going through the motions just because he thought he should. He didnât pull away from Frankâs hand.
The idea of Red, of this wild cat in the shape of a man, tucked into a suit and tie and handing over legal documents at the courthouse and calling a judge âyour honorâ was almost a joke.
âNot for long,â Red finally managed, his voice low and thick. âWe need to get going.â He titled his head in a way that if Frank wasnât careful, he might have said seemed like he was pushing further into Frankâs touch.
Frank thought of the heavy weight of a knife in his hand and the smell of gunpowder. He tried not to think of Mariaâs skin beneath his fingers as he dropped his hand to Redâs shoulder.
Red was still tense, still poised to pounce at the slightest provocation. There was a hum beneath his skin, stronger than blood but not quite animal enough to call a growl. It burned beneath Frankâs fingertips, under muscle and blood and bone and leather. He squeezed once before he let go, but knocked their shoulders together as he turned.
âThen letâs get fucking going.â
Red gave a sharp incline of his head instead of a nod. He leaned away and spat a spray of blood, some of it flecking across the face of another man on the ground. The blood was bright red, a superficial wound in Redâs mouth, nothing to distract Frank from the blood still humming too fast through his own veins.
With a swipe of the back of his sleeve, Red halfheartedly cleaned his mouth before straightening back up. When he turned back to Frank, the pull of his lips couldnât have been anything other than a grin, wide and vicious and sliding straight through Frankâs chest.
âLetâs get fucking going,â he echoed back, voice low and too excited for the amount of blood still smeared across his pale skin. His footsteps were almost silent as he led the way back out.
Frank slung his gun back into position, finger on the trigger and stock his shoulder, focusing on the weight in his hands, and not the sound of echo of Mariaâs soft sigh against his ear.
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noble bell npc hcs
me n @localanimeidiotâs hcs that weâve been working on since likeâŚ. mid October đđ sprite edits were done by us both
robinette auclair - student council aide
transfem lesbian <3 18 NO IDEA what a student council aide does but I googled it and got⌠nothing! so in my mind she does what a treasurer does which is maintain financial records / work with the budget / plan fundraisers etc she lives close to the school in the city with her mother <3 they originally lived in a small town near fleur city when she was little and moved after the death of Robinâs father to be closer to family and so her mother could get a better job her mom either owns a local business or works high up in a big one and helps sponsor school events + taught Robin how to handle money properly and is partially why Robin got the treasurer spot very silly but also very competent has a gf based off of esmerelda âźď¸ CANNOTTT flirt for shit tho. girl is NOT smooth she is very fashionable though :]
august lavigne - student council vice president
transmasc 18 as well gay and in love with Rollo Flamme 𤢠idk itâs just a silly (not) unrequited crush heâll probably get over it hopefully Lives in that same small town mentioned before, more specifically though itâs based on the town from beauty and the beast and we hc Vargas to be from there along with many ocs!! his family owns a small winery that dates back a few generations his family is HUGE tons of cousins aunts and uncles etc has a tooth gap and is insecure about it, covers his mouth partially when he laughs. he had braces to fix it, but stopped wearing his retainer after and the gap came back his home is like⌠an hour drive from nbc so he stays in the dorms
best friends !!!
were originally childhood friends when they were little they would play in the vineyards together <3 WERE HEARTBROKEN WHEN ROBIN HAD TO MOVE <//3 they donât recognize each other when they meet again at NBC, but they do become fast friends one day one of them shows a childhood photo and the other goes⌠âHEY THATS MEâ âŚ/hj probably bc they were little still identified with their agab and added to the whole not recognizing each other thing attached at the hip itâs rare to see them without the other because robins family lives in the city sheâll go back to her home over the weekends instead of staying at the dorms and her mom insists August stays with them <3 her mom ADORES august rollo not so much Augusts family returns this kindness and invites Robin and her mom over during holiday breaks <3 overall very wholesome
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greenish-black hair? yellow eyes??? bird name???? potential history of deadbeat dadism?????? ( cough malleus cough ) MAYBE HER DAD ISNT DEAD /j đđ I pinky promise Crowley isnât her dad
if anyone actually read this who wants part two and three đŹđŹ also I posted this unedited and unchecked so if thereâs any errors do please ignore
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst hcs#twst nbc#noble bell college#twst npc#noble bell npcs#dire crowley#just bc he shows up#đď¸!- robinette#đŻď¸!- august#if u see this please ask questions ab them pls pls pls
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What It Cost
****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOUâRE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***
Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.
Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now heâs back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?
CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). All smutty warnings happen later on, so Iâll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!
A/N: Currently unedited. Sorry. đŹ Read at your own risk, I guess. đ
Also no word count because Iâm lame.
Part 1
Part 2-Noah
"Lilly's on her way." Nicholas dropped down in the chair next to him.
Noah's heart sank into his stomach. Five years of successfully staying out of her way was about to go to shit. At first he'd done it to make it easier on her. Or so he told himself. But after five years, he had to admit it was because he was nothing but a coward, too scared to face the worst mistake he'd ever made. Hurting her. He could still see the look on her face when he'd come home that morning.
The way those brilliant blue eyes of hers, bloodshot from lack of sleep and undoubtedly hours of crying, tracked his movements as he quietly went up the stairs to take a shower. The pain etched on her face. He'd never seen her so fragile. He'd left the shower and gone downstairs, ready for her anger. Ready for the fight that he was sure was going to happen after what he'd done. Instead he'd gone down just in time to watch her pull out of the driveway. No yelling. No screaming. No crying. She just left. And he did nothing to try to stop her. He knew what he had done. The final nail in the coffin.
"I should leave. I'm not needed here."
"Stop being a fucking coward. I love you, man. But you can't run from what you did forever. Been sober for three years now and you're still too chicken shit to face her."
Ouch. He was right, but ouch. Noah had made amends with everyone he had hurt during those years he had tried to drink himself to death. But the thought of facing her fucking terrified him. Before that last year he had been sure he was going to marry her someday. Shit, even during that last year of their relationship he had been sure of it. Up until he just kept fucking it up more and more, too chicken shit to face his own demons like a grownup.
"Does she know I'm here?"
"Yes. We all promised to keep you away from her unless she wants to speak to you."
Noah grimaced. Sure, he had known deep down that they all kept in contact with her. She was like everyone's little sister. He didn't expect them to just drop out of her life, or her theirs. She'd known all but Nicholas longer than he'd known them, anyway. That didn't stop him from feeling a little hurt by them keeping it from him for so long, though. They could have been honest with him. He knew he had fucked up. He had known the second he let another woman hang all over him that night. Knew as soon as he followed her out the door instead of going straight home to the woman that had moved all the way across the country with him. Bought a house with him.
The door opened and his breath caught in his throat, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest. Palms sweaty he looked up, leg starting to bounce anxiously. There she stood, Jolly wrapping her up in a tight hug. Time seemed to stand still as she turned towards him, her impossibly blue eyes locking on his. No anger. No hatred. Not even a hint of an emotion in them. Just blank. Fuck.
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Noah shifted uncomfortably, trying his best not to stare at her. Everyone was gathered in the backyard, a fire in the pit, sharing stories of Danny. All evening he had avoided being near her, though everything in him begged to touch her. It was enough to slowly drive him insane. All he wanted was to sit next to her. Hold her hand. Shit, just hold her. To hear her say his name again. But he couldn't do that anymore. He had given up that right.
Lilith's laugh filtered through everything else, and he was sure he was going to pass out right there where he sat, directly across the fire from her. Instead he took a sip of his water, if for nothing else other than a distraction.
"Noah, you have to finish telling them. I can't." Lilith interrupted his thoughts, her laughter echoing in his head. She spoke to him? Said his name? Oh, fuck.
"Jolly asked how she got the Thumbelina nickname," Nicholas whispered, knowing he had been too caught up in his head to know.
Noah smirked, remembering Danny telling him about this story on the phone that day.
"Danny stopped by when we were on tour to check in on her, like I had asked. Apparently she was too caught up in planting those flowers right back there," he gestured towards the flower bush she had planted all those years ago. "And when he said hi she threw one of the bushes at him, thinking he was an intruder." Noah couldn't help but join her in her laughter at the memory. "Danny dubbed her Thumbelina from that moment on."
Noah met her eyes from across the fire as they laughed together, and suddenly everything felt somewhat okay. There was joy back in her eyes, etched across her face. Her smile took over her face, breathing life back into her. He may not be the cause of it, but it was a sight he thought he'd never see again.
"Wait. I thought Noah gave you that nickname. Who started calling you Bambi?" Jolly interjected.
Noah choked on his water, sputtering at the nickname he had always called her. That was one of his favorite memories, though rather private. And not a story he was keen on telling without her permission. The way she had insisted that she didn't need him to help her up after the first time they'd had sex. How she had stumbled and flipped him off the second he said "You sure about that, Bambi?"
Lilith laughed. A full on genuine laugh that came from her toes. God, he had missed that sound. He had missed the way she never held back her true laugh. The way she laughed with every fiber of her being.
Jolly looked between the two of them, her unable to control her laughter, him hiding his face the best he could. Noah watched as realization set into his friends features, and quickly avoided eye contact with him.
"Awe, man! What the fuck?"
Noah couldn't hold back his own laughter anymore, joining Lilith. Jesus Christ, he had missed this. Missed her.
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The End of a Movie - P. P. x fem!Reader x (very mild) M.R.
A/N: Hereâs the second part. Hope it lives up to the first đŹ Fic is unedited with no use of Y/N. Please let me know if I missed any tags đ
CW: Mentions of grounding; punishment mentions; pet names; pining; fluff; girls in love; emotional turmoil; Pansy has a big house; Pansyâs parents are rich; mentioned sexual content; emotional shutdown and mild breakdown over feelings; crying; Mattheo comes to help; snuggling; more crying; Pansy is a good friend; confessions; kissing; lots of kissing; talk of sharing; mentions of parents freaking out in the future; implied sexual content; Iâm rating this one T for Read the tags and donât read if they make you worried/uncomfortable/unsure
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Youâre grounded for the weekend. No parties, no friends. No phone. No nothing. Youâre stuck all by yourself, doing chores to occupy your time. By the end of it, youâre almost regretting the whole thing.
Pansy finds you by your locker at school. âHey, babe.â
The petname sends a thrill through you, reminding you of the reason youâd risked your parentsâ wrath in the first place.
Sheâd kissed you back.
âHi, Pansy,â you say softly, trying to keep the shyness out of your voice.
She smiles at you. âYou coming to my party this weekend?â
âYour party?â
âMumâs letting me throw one in honor of my birthday. Itâs a little belated, but I want you to come.â She nudges your hip with hers teasingly. âYou donât even have to bring a gift.â
You laugh a little. Give her an achingly soft look. âYeah. Iâll be there.â
Her smile warms. Youâre in such an open hallway and anyone could see, but she still reaches out and gives your hand a soft squeeze.
Your heart sings. She wasnât ignoring you. She wasnât pretending nothing happened. She was acknowledging you.
You give her hand a soft squeeze back before letting go.
Something catches your eye. Itâs Mattheo, headed your way. Your stomach drops, but you force yourself to remain calm. He doesnât look mad or upset, just mildly cheerful.
âHey, babes.â
Babes? Since when were you included in this?
âHi, Mattheo,â you greet politely.
âHi, Matty.â Pansy smiles up at him.
Your stomach churns a bit. It doesnât mean anything, right?
Mattheo drapes an arm around Pansy and grins at you. âYou coming to the party this weekend?â
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your chest hurts.
âYou need a ride?â
You nod again and force out some words. âYes, please.â
âAlright.â Mattheo nods. âIâll text you about what time to pick you up.â
âOkay.â Youâd forgotten Mattheo even had your number.
The three of you part ways, your feelings churning in your stomach. It doesnât make any sense. Why would Pansy actively seek you out if sheâs dating Mattheo again?
The only answers you can come up with make you feel gross, so you shove the thought to the back of your mind.
Pansy seeks you out again during lunch, pulling you to sit next to her. To chat about the party.
It feels nice. To be wanted by her again. And youâre determined to savor every moment of it.
The day of the party comes. You make yourself look nice. Your outfit is cute and you even put some makeup. You look good.
A little too good, judging by the way Mattheo stops and stares at you for a moment too long. Heâs on your doorstep, keys in his hand. And heâs just staring at you.
âNot even a hello?â You say, trying to keep the mood light.
Mattheo snaps back to his normal self, giving you a sheepish grin. âSorry. Hi. You look great.â
You smile and walk to his truck. He opens the door for you, helping you up into the spacious backseat. Theoâs in the passenger seat, too busy texting to look up. Not that you want to talk to him anyway.
You settle into your seat and stare out the window as Mattheo drives. He turns on country music, and you find yourself quietly humming along.
You arrive at Pansyâs party in no time. The loud music would get a noise complaint from anyone else, but you know the neighbors were gifted generously to ignore the sound for tonight.
To say Pansyâs house was big would be an understatement. Pansyâs house was massive. She lived in the nice part of town, with Mattheo and Theo and their friends.
You quickly familiarize yourself with the scene. Jocks in the living room, screaming at the TV about something; nerds in the kitchen, already getting wasted; prepsâŚ
You spot one heading upstairs and decide you know enough.
Mattheo and Theo join the jocks, and you go look for Pansy. You find her in the second living room, watching a cheap porno.
You say nothing, just watch her face for a moment before turning to leave. She doesnât notice you. And you have no interest in interrupting her obvious fascination with whatâs going on on-screen.
So you wander. You mingle. A drink finds its way into your hand and you sip on it.
The party gets wilder. You get quieter.
Why did you come? What was the point? To support Pansy? Sure, but you knew there was more.
To get another kiss? There were too many people around.
So what? Why does your chest feel so hollow and your stomach feel so empty?
Eventually you find yourself outside. You donât know why. The buzz from your drink and your heavy thoughts make it hard to remember.
You sit on the edge of the porch and gaze out into the woods. The trees are dark. Both menacing and inviting at the same time.
You finish your drink and set the cup down. You curl your knees to your chest.
You ache.
Your thoughts get louder and heavier. Pansy doesnât love you. Pansyâs never loved you. She only keeps you around because you make her feel good about herself. Youâre worthless to her.
Your eyes mist up and you hide your face in your arms.
The sound of footsteps behind you has you looking up. Mattheo crouches next to you, looking worried. âHey, love⌠What's going on?â
âIâm fine,â you whisper, shaking your head. You hate your traitorous voice for cracking and your eyes for threatening to spill tears.
âYouâre not fine.â Mattheo rests a hand on your shoulder gently. âDid someone try something? If they didââ
You shake your head. âItâs just⌠my brainâŚâ
Mattheoâs gaze softens. âOh.â
The two of you are quiet for a moment. Then Mattheo stands up. âCome on.â
You blink and look up. âWhat?â
âWeâre going for a drive.â He looks so determined, you canât find it in you to say no. So you get up and follow him.
He leads you inside, making a detour towards the second living room. Your stomach drops.
Mattheo gestures to Pansy and she slowly gets up off the couch. She heads over, frowning. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCome on.â Mattheo takes her arm. âWeâre going for a drive.â
Pansy seems mildly surprised, but she doesnât protest.
As you walk towards the front door, Mattheo whispers to her. You politely donât listen in, but you canât help from catching a few snatches here and there. Theyâre talking about you.
Your heart sinks. Are they taking you home?
You arrive at Mattheoâs truck and decide that yes, they must be taking you home. What else would they be doing?
You quietly get into the backseat, already feeling like you want to cry. Youâre fully prepared for Pansy to take shotgun, but instead she crawls into the backseat with you.
She scoots closer, wrapping her arms around you. You canât help it; you burrow into her warmth. You hide your face in her shoulder and try your best not to cry.
Pansy just cradles you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
Mattheo starts to drive, turning his music way down low, till itâs barely audible. It gives you something to focus on other than the way Pansyâs skin smells. Lavender, with a touch of vanilla.
None of you say anything for a long time. Mattheo just drives. You cling to Pansy. Pansy rubs her hand along your back.
You calm down eventually. Tears stop threatening your eyes. You slowly pull back, sitting up and wiping stray droplets from your lashes.
âYou okay?â Pansy whispers. You nod, not quite trusting your voice.
She cups your face, gently brushing your cheek with her thumb. âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?â
The pet name makes your heart ache. Tears threaten your eyes again. You think about all the things you could say in answer.
The truth slips out before you can stop it. âYou.â
She blinks. Her gaze softens. She leans in, resting her forehead against yours. âOh, babyâŚâ
You want to cry. You want to sob. You want to melt into her.
But Mattheo is driving and you canât lose yourself around him. Itâs too risky.
Pansyâs so close, you can practically taste her lips against yours. But you donât make the move.
The truck speeds up and you break away. Youâre on the highway now, headed out of town. You blink. âUm. Where are we going?â
Pansy gives your hand a squeeze. âMattheo knows a nice place out of town. Itâs quiet there.â
Thereâs no people there. You know what sheâs really saying. In any other circumstance, youâd be thrilled at what sheâs implying.
But Mattheoâs still in the truck. Heâs your driver. But heâs not saying anything. Heâs not⌠Is he okay with this?
At your look of confusion, Pansy smiles softly. She cups your cheek again, turning your head to face her. âBaby, itâs okay. He knows.â
You swallow past the quiet panic in your chest. âKnowsâŚ?â
You need her to confirm it. Youâve lived so long in half-said words and implications. You donât think you can continue. Not when itâs her.
âHe knows.â She strokes your cheek. âAbout us.â
Us. Thereâs an us. She definitely said us.
You can barely breathe. She really means it? Sheâs really truly voicing what you have?
âUsâŚ?â You whisper, voice shaky.
Pansy smiles. ���Yeah. Us.â
You swallow. Blink. Take a long breath. âAnd what are⌠What is⌠WhatâŚâ
âWhatever you want us to be.â She leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. One thatâs achingly soft and warm. You melt into it.
When you pull back, thereâs only one thought on your mind. âBut⌠What about Mattheo?â
Pansyâs smile turns fond. And in an instant you understand. They love each other. Not teenage crush love. Something deeper. Bigger. More.
âOh,â you whisper. âThen whyâŚ?â
Pansy presses a finger to your lips. âI like you,â she breathes. âA lot. And heâs okay with that. But if you want me, you have to take him too.â
You look at Mattheo. Youâre quiet for a moment. âI donât have to kiss him, right?â
They both laugh. Pansy shakes her head. âNo, you donât have to kiss him.â
âOkay.â You nod.
Pansy smiles. âJust like that?â
You shrug. âIâve⌠Iâve been sharing you with him for most of my life. This shouldnât be too different, right?â
âMost ofâŚâ Pansy blinks at you. Her gaze softens. âYouâve really liked me for most of your life?â
You nod, face heating. Did⌠she really not know?
Pansy searches your face. Her expression changes a couple times before settling on a smile. She cups your face, pulling you closer so she can kiss you.
Itâs fervent. Feels like sparks taking over your body. You want to kiss her forever.
When you pull back to breathe, she murmurs against your mouth, âGuess weâll have to make up for lost time, hmm?â
You kiss her this time.
It feels like hours before Mattheo parks, but eventually he does. You pull away from Pansy, mouth slick and tingling.
Youâre on a hill, parked at just the right angle to see through a break in the trees. You look at the time. Itâs almost four am. Your parents are going to freak out. You just know your phoneâs filled with unanswered texts and missed calls.
But you donât care.
Mattheo opens his door and gets into the backseat, settling on the other side of Pansy.
Itâs a little sloppy. Messy. Uncoordinated. But you make it work.
Mattheo sucks hickeys into Pansyâs neck while you finally get to taste her lips as much as you want. They donât taste much like cherry by the time you switch places with Mattheo.
You do this a couple times. Till the sky turns from black to blue to grey. Till your clothes are in a puddle and your bodies are sticky with warmth.
You kiss Mattheo once. Slowly. Softly. Just to see.
The kiss feels warm. You like warm. Warm is comforting. You could get used to warm.
You want sparks right now, though, so you return to kissing Pansy.
The three of you fall asleep to the sunrise. Snuggled in the backseat of Mattheoâs truck.
And for the first time in a very long time, you know you wonât have to wake up wondering if Pansy likes you.
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i apologize for being mia!! life has been overwhelming with a mix of good and bad / and tbh i currently feel very unconfident with my writing (impostor syndrome amirite) 𫡠but iâm trying to overcome it with taking things slow and allowing my brain to rest a little :] the iw!entry iâm working on is divided into seven (??? atleast thatâs the plan) parts and iâve kinda finished four. i have 5k words so far and itâs stillll unedited so đŹ letâs see how it goesâŚ
i hope everyone is staying healthy and choosing to be kind to themselves and others everyday 𩷠i love you!!!
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I have so much to do but Iâm slowly getting through it! Tomorrow morning Iâll be getting back to emails that I need to catch up on.
Iâm planning to have my Patreon ready by Saturday đŹ
And tomorrow I should have more journals and prints finally on the website! I didnât think it would take me this long to get through all my unedited photos but Iâm finally almost done lol
I hope you enjoy the upcoming photo sets- thereâs going to be a lot!
And finally, I think unfortunately my shipment isnât arriving this week, so the sale will be next weekend. đŠ
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