#you're a sweet guy but a pain in the ass to draw

[alena-draws]

Sketch commission of those two for @hdaymanzanaa! Thanks for the commission and giving me a reason to draw these two again! <3

[gallaghersgal]

frat boy lip finding out that some new cocky, asshole freshman are being mean to other girls, let alone you oh it’s so over for them lip’s already got his foot on their neck (metaphorically or literally—depends on the situation tbh…)

obsessed w/ lip being so so protective over his little clingy crybaby gf ugh I need him to [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] no warnings, just some crying and a little bit of angry lip at the end!

when you step into lip's room with tearful eyes and mascara tracking down your rosy cheeks, he doesn't waste a second in scooping you up into bed with him. between situating you in his lap and kissing your wet cheeks he whispers; "who." not a question, a demand. "who the fuck made y'cry, baby? 'cause they're gonna regret it."

you inhale in a pitiful little sniffle and press your face against the firm muscle of his chest, shaking your head. "jus' some dick i-in the student center. h-he called my dress ugly!" you exclaim.

"the dress i bought ya? this gorgeous dress?" he asks, playing with the soft fabric of the skirt. he ruches it up past your thighs, letting it fall gently back over the swell of your ass. one firm hand rests there, the other cupping your jaw. "you think i would spend my hard earned money on an ugly dress? hm? dry the tears, sweet girl."

a wet laugh escapes your lips and an indescribable swell rushes over your poor, tormented heart. "no, y'wouldn't," you admit in a mumble as you wipe the remaining tears from under your eyes.

"good girl," he praises, scattering kisses all over your face in an attempt to hear that precious laugh of yours again. "so fuckin' sexy, this 's'ya color. he's jus' jealous, mad that y'so far outta his league. lemme show you, yeah?"

the worries slip from your mind in tandem with his hand slipping under your dress, and by that night you've forgotten all about it.

you don't remember the interaction until a few days later. you're seated on the half wall outside lip's frat house, a grin on your lips as you play bouncer alongside him. a loud, rude voice catches your attention and you shudder, pointing with the cig in your hand to a group of guys approaching the party. "lip, there! the one in the middle, that's the asshole from the student center."

lip gets a shit eating grin on his face and plucks the cig from your fingers, pushing off his spot on the wall. "y'want me to kick his ass, baby?" he kisses your cheek, not even waiting for a response before he marches up to the boy. "hey! who the fuck do y'think you are, huh?"

you hear the boy slur out some drunken excuse, his friends scattering towards another party nearby. it doesn't take long for him to swing at lip, at which you hear a hearty laugh rise from your boyfriend's chest. he catches the punch, twisting the boy's arm behind his back before leaning in towards his ear. you can't make out what lip says to him, but whatever it is does the trick because he ends up nodding solemnly. the pained grimace on his face is a laughable contrast against lip's cocky smirk as he walks the boy up towards you.

"what d'ya fuckin' say t'her, hm?" lip demands, stopping right in front of you. the boy is silent until lip twists his arm harder, drawing out a pained yelp. "i said, what the fuck d'ya say to her? or do i need to remind you."

"no, no! jesus, fine" the boy slurs, directing his gaze to you. "y'very pretty."

lip kicks his heel, not hard enough to knock it from under him, but just enough to hinder his balance. he pulls his cigarette from his lips, exhaling the smoke before demanding, "what did i say about respect."

"you are very pretty, ma'am," he repeats, pursing his lips before the next statement. "an' i'm a little bitch, w-with a littler dick."

you turn your gaze to lip, refusing to address the boy. "you can let him go, i guess," you tell him with a smile, and laugh when the boy stumbles.

"i don' wanna see you around here again, y'hear me?" lip calls out, flicking the ashes of his cigarette at the boy's retreating form.

[captain-joongz]

You know how Hongjoong has those fucking gorgeous thick thighs? Yeah I wanna leave marks on them so bad. Fuck hickeys on the neck, I want to give him hickeys on his thighs grrrrr

(If you write anything sub hongjoong please, idc what type but I dont read dom member ever cus it gives me the ick)

oooh anon you don't even know how much i understand you. do you remember when Hongjoong wore that striped crop top and light blue jeans? those pictures had me going crazy for his thighs and ass for days. our captain is just so well built~

and i'm definitely not opposed to writing sub!idols, it's a nice change for me and i am a switch (tho i mostly lean towards sub, but sometimes i get dominant streaks - especially with joong, hwa and yoongi, those guys drive me insane)

warnings: subby joong, marking, edging, begging, riding, unprotected sex

i go absolutely crazy for marks, so i fully understand your plight, and joongie just has such beautiful thighs and stomach, made for you to mark up as you please. i know i wouldn't be able to help myself

and whether we're talking about idol!joong or any other au, we know that our captain is just a helpless workaholic that will spend entire days working, dragging himself home just to sleep a few hours and then go right back to his job, and that puts a lot of strain on his psyche, so every now and then he needs a good caring for, a reminder that he can let go and someone will give him everything that he needs

that's where you come in, always ready to indulge your boyfriend and help him destress - and one of your favourite ways to do this is to have him all marked up writhing in pleasure under you, begging you for more and crying with how good he feels

his thighs are so strong and beautiful, and the honey-toned skin bruises so prettily, darkens to deep purple, and he responds even better when you take your teeth to his skin, leaving bite marks nicely encircling the dark dark bruises. but what's even better is how he tenses and jerks and jumps with every sharp prick of pain at a new mark made, whines and whimpers slipping out of his lips effortlessly

you always love to see how his eyes grow more and more hazy as he surrenders himself completely to the pleasure, giving up the reins and letting himself be carried by the flow. when he's really tired he always turns so sweet and pliant, all needy and teary-eyed, whimpering anytime your travelling hands brush over his perked up sensitive nipples or when your mean fingers dig into the bruised skin to draw out the burn

and even with his pretty cock all hard and red, wet and smattered in precum, you ignore it in favour of sucking and biting more spots into his abs - you're never satisfied until he's all covered in your spit and love, until there are tear tracks on his cheeks and drool slipping out the corner of his mouth without you even touching him where he wants it the most, cause that's when he's begging for you the sweetest

he'd want to cum so bad, and he wouldn't be shy to ask for it, countless whiney "please, please, please!" spilling out of his mouth, hands gripping into the bedding because he wouldn't dare displease you by touching where he's not supposed to

and when he was desperate, teary and marked up enough, you'd finally relent. the moment you finally sunk down on his cock would have him choking on his spit and moans, body tensing as he fought not to cum - he knew you wouldn't be happy about it, he still needed to earn your permission

whether you'd ride him quick and rough or slow and sensual would probably be up to your mood, but if he was really tired and just needing a release, you'd find it in yourself to take it easy on him, languidly rolling your hips on him and clenching your cunt around him to drive him closer to that peak

and he'd look so fucking beautiful under you like that, pretty tears tracking down his face, eyes hazy and mouth slack in pleasure, head thrown back, tits all bitten up. he'd be a vision, your vision, and you'd want nothing more than finally give him what he so desperately needed

after all, he'd been such a good boy for you, begged so prettily for you and worked so hard so he could spoil you, he deserved everything - and you'd tell him as much, smothering him in praises that would make him cry and whimper even more - he wanted nothing more than to be your good boy

"please, please, let me cum, i've been so good" he'd cry endlessly, and finally when you were also close you'd let him, allowing him to spill himself into you while you rode both your orgasms out. he'd cum with the most melodious relieved moans and then ragdoll into the sheets, completely sated and spent

and after wiping him clean, watching him slip in and out of content sleep and whispering more praises about how he pleased you so well, you'd finally settle in, pulling Hongjoong into your chest and petting his hair as he slipped off into the most comfortable sleep he had in a while

he could always count on you to give him just what he needed

our second ask, phew this one was so fun to write! everybody needs a little subby joong in their life, god just how much i want to spoil him and pamper him <3

hard hours continue!! don't be shy and come submit your own fantasies!

divider from @cafekitsune

[sp4c3b4rbi3]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1: 𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂- Portgas D. Ace x reader

A/n: Hiiiii guys!?!?? Ik its been a HELL OF WHILE but im unofficially back for kinktober (ik this a day late but oh well). i hope yall enjoy!!

Your hands are all over him, digging into his wide chest as you bounce fervently on his cock, your ankles nearly touching your ears. You scream for him despite your burning throat, achy thighs, and the pleasurable pain from overstimulation. Neither of you can let the other go. His hands clinging to whatever they can grasp, his own blatant groans of pleasure echo your own. The smacking of his balls against the fat of your ass with each deep thrust reverberating throughout the room. 

“Ace! Fuck! Slow down”.

Your screams of pleasure are muffled by his generous lips and tongue. His attempts to silence the symphony the two of you were creating, lest the crew hear of our tryst with the second division commander. your cunt spasms around him in response to the pleasurable agony. its almost religious, the way he fucks you. For a second you're almost inclined to think that maybe, just maybe God is real. He wastes almost no time, pulling you into a bear hug as his thick, muscular arms weave around your frame, almost as if he was trying to consume your very being. His bare body stark and flush against your own. He somehow manages to maintain a miraculously slow, and somehow steady tempo, deep thrusts rocking you back and forth, as his cock bullied its way into our cunt, drawing tight against your cervix, preparing you for his incoming climax. He holds you impossible closer as he drills into you, whispering, 

"Sit still for a second,"

planting his feet into the mattress, you're certain that if it weren't for his strength and the absolutely ridiculously tight hold he's got on you, you'd be thrown to the ground. 

Your cunt gushes around him, spasming, and near forcing his cock out of you. The both of you were undeniably soaked. Still rocking into you with shallow thrusts, he holds you as tightly as he can. Out of breath, body still trembling from the onslaught of pleasure, it vaguely occurs in the back of our mind, that you had just let your commander take your virginity. 

“What's on your mind pretty lady?”

The brunette queried, wanting to know what was already on your mind. With slight shame, you admitted,

“I just let you take my vcard.”

Maybe, just maybe it was silly for you to worry about such things. Being that you were a pirate, and certainly no woman of virtue, you weren’t exactly unaccustomed to the levels of depravity that often came with your way of life. But you admittedly were a woman of so called girly feelings, and ironically many of them centering around Ace, however, you also weren’t the type to give up that level of trust to just anyone. 

“And? Whats wrong sweets? Y’aren’t regrettin it? Are ya?

…no.”

With that, he pulled you into him, molding your tired bodies together, and you think you've never felt this close to someone before.

[railmerosalie]

Okay let's get something straight, i wrote this during a 10 hour car ride. Not proof read we die like tributes. @mystargirl-interlude i hope this isn't too shit my dear.

Peeta is mostly a soft dom y'all, I will die on this hill. Now we all know he's a smooth talker and my god does that extend to the bedroom. "Shhh pretty girl, keep your eyes on me" , "just like that angel, you feel so good". This man will praise anything you do, sometimes he will just babble out words like 's-so good' even if he's doing all the work. Would 1000% stroke your cheek with his thumb while moaning in your ear. Has a thing for hair pulling, either yours or his own, he doesn't care. Speaking of hair, he would softly brush yours out and braid it during aftercare, you don't ask him too, he just wants too :)

Holds your hands while ramming into you while in missionary. Wants you to mark him, to have good memories associated with his scars. While this man is a soft dom he will put you in your place, however, he hates the idea of hurting you/causing you pain. He would hold your arms around your back in a soft grip while rocking into you slowly, "hmmmm, what happened to my good girl?". You could try and struggle against him, to make him move faster, but good luck, he'll maneuver you as easily as a sack of flour.

Eye contact !!! Loves seeing your pupils dilate when he hits that certain spot. He also finds it reassuring, it keeps him grounded. Now dont get me wrong, he lovvves getting his dick sucked, but there's something about eating you out that really gets him going. I think it's despite being a baker, he's never tasted something as sweet and addicting as you. He's a pussy pleaser idk what else to say 🤷🏻‍♀️.

He loves drawing you naked. You guys would be relaxing in a field, you reading while he scribbles away. At first you think he's drawing the wild flowers you're sitting in, peaking over to see that he's drawn your torso, tits and neck with one hand wrapped around your waist and the other at the base of your throat. Despite the dirty image he somehow makes you look angelic. If he gets up before you he'll leave them on the kitchen table along with a fresh pastry from that morning's batch, and a note telling you how beautiful you are <3

He LOVES manhandling you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you bridal style while hugging you to his chest. Will hold up your entire bodyweight while jack hammering into you. Speaking of manhandling, he would hold your writhing body against his as he fingers you.

His chest is super sensitive, something as simple as softly dragging your nails across his skin would make him moan. If you licked his nipples he would start to whimper, now pair that with covering him in hickeys and a handjob, he would cum soo fast. If you were to smack his ass in a causal show of dominance he would blush. Oh and he likes holding your tits, no matter how big or small they are (they're just soo warm) either his hands or face always seem to find them.

His prosthetic leg gives him more trouble than he lets on. So for the love of Christ make the poor boy comfortable and take it off while riding him. It means he can focus just on you without the pinching on his thigh.

Okay i need sleep

[dragonridernoobie]

HOW UF SANS ACTS WHEN HE MEETS SOMONE HE LIKES/LOVE

My request are still open!

Enjoy!

💫Friend Faze💫

ok, first things first, we all know how underfell is.

So I can imagine being friends with him will be really FUCKING hard to do.

Once you are able to gain a bit of his trust, not that he will still be an ass to you.

Like, pranking you with harmful ones, calling you mean ass names, etc.

If you are able to get pass his first wall, then you can see he is actually a sweetheart

In his own twisted way.

Once you guys start you're friendship started to bloom, he would hang with you full time.

You are the first person he actually enjoys to be around.

So expect him to stalk you. Not in a yender type of way, but more of wanting you to be safe.

Expect him to run off to you're place to get away from work, his brother, or when he is stressed.

He is still a asshole but he does it in a flirty and nice way......if that makes sense.

He is definitely a flirt once you guys start to get your friendship going.

He will flirt and make comments on how you are wearing.

His brother is a asshole and a pain to you but papyrus is willing to know you, since he saw how his brother seems happier.

Hell, he will even lend you his coat on rare occasions.

Like I said before, he shows his own way of saying or acting as you're friend. One of them is being at you're side when in a fight.

Can let his favorite drinking body get hurt now.

Expect mustard to go missing

💘Crush Faze💘

He realized he had a crush on you when you defended him against someone who was being a asshole to him.

Watching you mouthing off the dude and actually fist fighting the dude (and wining).

(Ofcorse this turned him on)

Seeing you all beaten up and defending him made him a blushing mess.

Expect him to make pickup lines and flirt with you.

And alot of dirty, and I mean dirty jokes.

He would hint that he had a crush on you but he will never tell you out right.

Fuck that, he ain't showing he's weak.

His brother saw his change in behavior and pressured him to tell him what happened.

Once papyrus finds out, obviously, papyrus is grossed out that his brother fell for a human.

Tho, he won't say it to you but he will slowly come to terms with it.

He would actually encourage his brother to confess to you.

He didn't and won't.

He would telaport away when you flirt back

He was a blushing and stuttering mess.

Frisk would make fun of him.

While in this crush faze he will be at you're mercy. He loves you, and he will give you everything.

I can imagine him being really fucking aggressive when he sees somone trying to hit on you.

Even tho they are ok doing so since you aren't in a relationship. (Yet)

Expect him to randomly give you you're jacket. Even inside.

He wants his scent on you

Makes his instics calm down, knowing that his scent is on you.

💕Dating Faze💕

He got drunk and confessed his feelings to you.

You brought it up the next day, and he had no choice but to emit it.

At first, he would be proud of having you.

To the point he will show off his pretty and tough DateMate.

HE LOVES when you draw patterns on him.

He thinks it's so sweet and it helps him calm down.

total simp.

Like, if you wanted him to do something, all you needed to do was flirt and kiss him all over his skull.

He was at your mercy.

He would always be around you, to make sure you where safe.

He is absolutely horrifying if he sees a person flirting with you.

He threats them and scares him off.

This is where I am 50/50.

I don't know if he was into collars or not.

So I don't know if he would make you wear one or not.

His brother would be proud of his brother to finally have somone...and that somone who wasn't 24/7 lazy.

Papyrus would finally except you fully.

Expect alot of cooking lessons.

Even tho this man is a simp, he isn't a pushover.

He is a giant cuddle bear.

Like, snuggling him you would disappear.

He is that big and his jacket dosent help.

Tho who are you to complain about, you love this giant fat teddy bear.

Expect alot cuddles.

Like I said, cuddling with him is great, but he trust you fully now so he will drag you away to cuddle.

Surprisingly this man is romantic.

Not like fancy dinners or stuff.

More like he is willing to dress you up, go to a restaurant, or try to make a nice dinner.

Hint at the word try.

He is just buying grilbbys.

He ain't no cook.

🚫NSFW Faze🚫

OK, first things first.

This man has a WHOLE list of kinks.

Bitting, breeding, toys, ropes, licking, body worship, praising, edging, marking, oral, face sitting, 69, magic use???, public sex, etc.

Pretty much this man is FUCKING horny.

He will fuck you anywhere and anytime.

He also has HEAVY instincts.

Meaning he will make nest for fuckie time.

Tho, if he's in heat, wowie, be prepared.

You ain't leaving that nest for a few days to weeks.

He dose knots, almost all monsters do.

Tho, it hurts to have his knot since his dick size is big. Maybe not by length but by gurth.

He is a lovable bug while you guys are linked.

Once you are done being linked, it's time for round 2, 3, 4-

Pretty much intel both of you are knocked out.

You have been yelled at by his brother for making noise.

He needs work on after care but he tries.

He brings you some food and water before another round.

Expect to wear and show you're marks proudly

He wants everyone to know you are taken and his.

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Sorry for being dumb, I'm literally terrible when it comes to social intelligence, so could you explain what is painful so I can avoid asking it?

Anon, you are very kind for reaching out, but I need you to understand that you are absolutely not the person I was targeting with that throw-away tag.

This? This is not for you.

You wanna know why?

Because you have one of these:

and also one of these

What I am referring you is not literally a painful topic.

I am referring to sentence soup the likes of which is incomprehensible by anyone except the person who wrote it.

I am referring to run-on sentences so long they stretch into a new topic of conversation without a single comma or a period in sight before being guillotined by a character limit

And look. This is not a callout. I understand that this isn't English class - this is tumblr. I don't care if you use the right 'your' vs 'you're'. It's casual. I don't care if you capitalize stuff. Y'all'd've been perfectly fine if you just kept it short and sweet as long as I understand it.

But therein lies the problem.

As long as I understand it.

Writing messages on the internet has a goal.

That goal is to communicate an idea to another person. To establish a peer-to-peer connection. To make yourself heard.

And although I respect you guys sticking it to the man and refusing to capitalize, and using casual speech and inventing fun new words like 'yeet'

You need to realize

that if you yeet your basic ass punctuation

you will also yeet

my ability to understand you

If the message I receive looks like this

hey just wanted to ask if you i thought maybe could u draw me pony big one could be playing together with a different one could you do it please i rly like your art would be paid or no its ok if no want to show u my stuff as well have a lot of art u could maybe like anyway the pony is blue if u still want

Then halfway through this mess I had to stop, start over, and re-read everything while muttering swear-words to myself.

Because this is not a message

This is just you shoving 3-5 sentences into a blender and throwing them at my head and giving ME the task of untangling it.

USE. PERIODS. BETWEEN SENTENCES. PLEASE.

If your teachers did not explain to you how to do this - I apologize. But periods are a pretty ubiquitous part most languages. This is not an EFL or ESL issue. This a big ole' F grade on the Theory of Mind Test.

I cannot read YOUR mind. We are not connected through an ethernet cable. You need to make an effort to make your ideas CLEAR. That means breaking up your separate sentences and using a question mark once in a blue moon.

THAT is what I mean when I say some of y'alls messages pain me.

I still love you all. I just need you to come in after class, because we need to do some one-on-one tutoring.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hey friend!! Me again!

Can I please request:

Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader (Prison Era)

After the group escapes from Woodbury and Daryl and Merle reunite, Daryl is forced to choose either his wife and family or Merle! Maybe wife tries to convince and in the end you choose what he picks!?

Love your blog and your writing!! ❤️

༉‧₊˚. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairing: daryl dixon x plus size wife!reader

― era: eeason 3

― summary: as sad as it was to say, with merle gone, your relationship with your husband grew stronger than ever, and now that he's back, you're afraid that your marital bliss might have been short lived.

― warnings: arguing, fat shaming, sexism, merle just being merle, mentions of drug deals, mentions of past arguing.

― wc: 1117

⋆ a/n: AHHH THIS WAS SUCH A FUN WRITE. i don't know, maybe some may see this as daryl being out of character, but this is just what i would imagine daryl choosing. thank you for your request! it was a super fun one even though it took me literally centuries to make!!

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Merle had always been a thorn in Daryl and your asses. Him and you had been together before the fall, and it was safe to say that your relationship was strained would be an understatement. You couldn’t stand the older brother’s constant rude comments and crude teasing, or the fact that he always felt the need to bring Daryl with him on his drug runs, risking his life more than once, and even getting him arrested at one point. You couldn’t just bail out one Dixon brother, but if you had the choice, you would’ve left Merle there to rot.

He was the reason why Daryl and you were on the brink of breaking up, that you had fought all the time and couldn’t even function as a stable couple. It was like Daryl was a whole different person when his brother wasn’t around, he was the man that you fell in love with; the one that was sweet and showed his love in his own way, not the one that would pick fights or explode on you, leaving the house for prolonged periods of time in a fit of rage.

You were ashamed to say that the apocalypse started, it had brought out Daryl’s soft side for you, rushing home as soon as he could to come and get you. Sadly, when he showed up, Merle was right behind him, bitching about how you ruined a deal that would have brought him a lot of money, and it just wasn’t a loss that you could bring yourself to care about. Soon, all of you soon found that money would forever be irrelevant as the dead had begun to eat the living.

You were grateful for Shane’s group allowing you guys to tag along despite the pair being quite the characters.

When Rick had confessed that he left Merle handcuffed to a roof, there was a shameful spark of relief, but before that flame could burn brighter, Daryl’s painful cries of anguish were quick to extinguish it. Even though the two of them had a funny way of showing it, they loved each other, so much to the point where he had demanded to be taken to where his older brother had been holed up, and when they had come back, that’s when chaos had ensued.

He had never held you as tight as he did then, when you guys were at the CDC, when Carl had gotten shot and then Daryl had gotten hurt looking for Sophia, and then when the farm had been over run.

It had been a long time since then, and what’s left of you guys had begun to create a new home, in the prison.

It was peaceful for a while, even after Lori’s death and the birth of Judith.

Then there was the Governor. When you had heard he had taken Glenn and Maggie, it was like you were losing everything all over again, and to add on top of it, Daryl had been taken.

You swore your heart sank when he had come out with Merle.

“He’s not coming with us!” You heard Glenn tell as you guys arrived at the car. “Like hell he ain’t!” Daryl argued. “He tortured me, and Maggie…” Before he could say anything else, Maggie had cut him off.

“Enough!”

“Daryl.” You called his name to draw his attention towards you. “I hate to say this, but they’re right. He is an asshole.”

“Well, ain’t it nice to see you too, tubby.” Merle laughed. “Fuck you, Merle.” You bit. “Alrigh’ enough.” Daryl said sharply. “C’mon little brother, you gonna let her talk to me like that, your blood?” You scoffed, “Blood? Please. You haven’t acted like you’ve been blood since the day I started living with you.” You turned your attention back to Daryl.

“Looks like you’ve got to choose.” Merle snarled with a smile.

Daryl was conflicted.

On one hand, Merle was right, they were blood, brothers to be precise. He must admit that yeah, he wasn’t the best, but they went through everything together. On the other, Daryl had entrusted you with parts of him that he would never tell Merle in fear of being called a pussy or worse. You cared for him, reassured him, calmed him down, you had become his vice, his wife. Yes, you guys had gotten married; it wasn’t anything too big, just Daryl slipping on a wooden ring he had made you, the both of you acknowledging your newfound titles together.

“Dar,” You said as you pulled him out of his thoughts, “Think about what we’ve gone through, what we’ve been doing, what we’ve been building. We have something good going for us. Do you think we would have gotten married, let alone still be together if he was still around?” You asked the last part quietly, but it seems as though Merle had heard it.

“Well, I’ll be damned, it looks like you’ve gotten comfortable Darlena.” He eyed you up and down. “I thought you would’ve gotten rid of her by now, but I guess you’re pussy whipped for a fat broad.” For the first time, Daryl stood up to his brother, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Watch what yer sayin’ about my wife, jack ass.” Daryl all but growled at him. You could tell a fight was about to break out between the two of them, and you’d see in before. When they would fight when you all lived together, punches would be thrown, things also thrown at one another, a scene that you would be forced to clean up as Daryl did the same, albeit guiltily.

“Hey, hey, hey. Everyone just calm down.” Rick said as he tried to quickly diffuse the situation.

“Nah,” Daryl said as he let his brother go, “were done. C’mon.” He left no room for argument as he grabbed you by your hand and tugged you towards the car where the rest of them waited. There were stars in your eyes as you allowed him to lead you away, Merle’s threats and calls falling on deaf ears.

The ride back to the prison was tense but comfortable, your head resting on your husband’s shoulder as he stared out the window.

“Hey,” You called out to him softly. He turned his head to look at you, his teeth nibbling at the skin of his lip. “I know what you did was hard, and I appreciate what you did for me. I love you, Daryl, and I won’t ever forget about this.” His grip on your hand tightened as he released his lip.

“I love ya too, sunshine. Yer my family now.”

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[beej-juicy]

NSFW ficlet ahead:

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"If you aren't topless in thirty seconds, I'm breaking shit."

The Deetz family asked you to housesit for them. Adam and Barbara would be there to reign in Beetlejuice, but Charles knew he liked you best.

Of course, they hadn't figured out why yet.

It had nothing to do with the fact that two weeks ago you rode his cock for the first time.

Nope, nothing to do with that.

Last time he'd made demands, you weren't tipping the pizza delivery guy fast enough so he broke one of Delia's favorite wine glasses and then fucked you on the kitchen counter.

Considering this, you were frantic to follow orders now. Trying to glue that thin glass back together had not been easy. Thankfully, Beetlejuice offered to use his powers to fix it...for a price. Your knees were bruised from how long he kept you on them.

Slipping the shirt off, Beetlejuice watches with a hungry expression. His jaw tightens when he notices you're not wearing a bra. Calmly leaning against the dining room wall, he licks his lower lip, pretends he isn't gawking.

"The pants. Unbutton them." At his words, you gape at him. "Now would be ideal, toots."

You'd worn a red lace thong...maybe in hopes he'd see it...but now your nerves got the better of you and you hope he just gets distracted and rips the clothes off instead of making you a spectacle.

No such luck.

He hums, two steps forward, inspecting. Index finger hooking under the elastic band on your right hip.

"Now, what've we got here?" A hand grips your hip, yanking the jeans down slightly to reveal the bright red fabric. "Well fuck me...you came prepared. Oooh, look at you." The glee on his face is gone moments later. "Strip."

You want to protest, but you're kind of turned on by the proximity. His gaze is alluring.

"Slow down," he urges when you grab at the jeans and start removing them. "Let me take you in."

As you undress, he walks around you like a predator. There's a low rumble in his throat and you swear he's growling.

Naked except the thong, you peer over your shoulder to see him ogling at your ass.

Two swift movements and he's got you bent at the hips, pinned against the dining room table where Delia hosts all her dinner parties. You feel filthy. You love it.

Beetlejuice is hard and he makes sure to let you know by grinding himself against your ass.

Seconds feel like minutes from the time he unzips to when you feel him rubbing the head of his cock against your cunt.

"God, please..." you huff out.

"No Gods here, darlin'." His gruff voice is against your ear as he shifts the thong to the side, shoves himself inside with no prep.

The stretch is painful yet glorious, the way he says your name burned into your memory. You can feel his facial hair against your back as he lolls his head forward, grumbling about how wet you are, how he's not going to last, how you should've never agreed to this weeks ago.

"You better get off before I fill you up, princess. Else you're not cumming all night."

It's a threat you know he'll follow through with. He has before.

A race to the finish always gives you a bit of a jolt. Being caught does also, but not by the Maitlands.

The slam above startles you, but Beetlejuice grips your neck, forces you back against him, groans when his hand cups your ass cheek.

"Those deadbeats are doing another aerobics thing or some shit. I dunno," he mutters against your neck. "Hey! Don't. Stop."

"You know this position isn't my favorite," you dare to groan out.

"Well you better figure it out quick, sweetness, because my balls are tightening and I'm not holding back."

You practically weep.

He snakes his hand around you, offers a harsh finger against your clit. His rubbing is sporadic and slightly distracting.

Slapping his hand away is probably not the best idea but you're acting on impulse, eager to cum with him stretching you so good.

He bites you - hard - draws blood. As you're about to yelp out, his hand covers your mouth, breaths coming out as gasps around his fingers.

"I'm not fibbing, honey," the growl is ever present in his voice. "You don't cum - now - you're not all night."

He knows - he knows - the urgency always gets you. His thrusts sloppy now, hand still over your mouth, you buck back against him to catapult yourself over that proverbial ledge.

"Oooooh, fuck, babe. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck." His thrusts are smooth now, hand pulling away from your mouth so he can grip both of your hips and slow his pace.

Your slick sounds are loud with every movement but the pace feels good, him hitting you deep and slow.

Clawing at the table runner, your breaths come out as gasps, quiet screams, praising him as your orgasm peaks.

Recovering and overstimulated, you're shocked Beetlejuice hasn't cum yet and with every thrust, he grips you tighter.

"Hey. Hey, no, toots. Stay there - just like that," you hear him through the ringing in your ears.

Throwing yourself back against him again, you almost feel the edge of the last orgasm prickling still and when he pulls out to just tease his tip, you're manic for a moment; enthralled by the sensation.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, slam back on me, babes. Slam back on me!" He cries, forcing you backwards.

The pace he's thrusting into you has you breathless again and in mere seconds you feel him filling you up.

The sensation is overwhelming. Another orgasm rips through you. He holds you upright so you don't careen over the table, his strong hands another sensation on your sensitive flesh.

Breathless, you glance back at him.

"Not a fan of this position, huh." He chuckles, choking you momentarily before lazily pulling out of you.

"Guess I've just never been fucked proper in certain positions." It's a total bait.

A wide grin, "we can fix that."

As you're dressing, you notice the vase centerpiece is tipped over, a chunk missing from the lip.

Mouth agape, you realize you must've knocked it down.

"Get on your knees for me. I'll make it worth your time."

The devilish smirk on his face is hard to say no to.

[ruiniel]

Hey ma', one of the first fics I wrote and completed was a self-indulgent reverse-isekai on Glorfindel-falling-into-Earth with a twist and he rode a motorcycle and his nickname was Hair (no one else knew that ok). No regrets to this day

First meeting (x OFC)

Ilva was staring into her drink, her chin resting in her palm.

"Oh sweet Jesus, you're depressing," Myra rolled her eyes.

The young woman sighed. "Thanks. Sorry, I warned you."

Myra left abruptly only to return, two tequila shots in each hand. "We need to drown that frown. Drink up me hearties."

"Oh, no, no-no-no. I've had enough of that stuff for tonight."

Myra grabbed her shoulder, leaning in. "Look, why don't you just shut up, gobble these up like a good little girl, and go over to that painfully hot blond dude at the bar who's been staring at you for the past hour."

"Huh?" she made to look.

"Eyes on me. Don't be so obvious, this isn't high school. Now, a good shagging after a painful break up might not make you forget everything, but it sure doesn't hurt."

"Your wisdom knows no bounds," Ilva muttered, glancing towards the bar. She had to willingly smother the jolt of surprise and strange pulsing warmth that soared in her belly when she saw the same guy she stumbled into earlier, the one that locked her to the spot with his freakishly light-colored eyes. He was definitely not staring at her. Elbows propped against the bar casually, lit cigarette in one hand, he was checking something on his phone. His wavy hair flowed past his shoulders, perfect light eyebrows slightly frowned in concentration. He took another puff of his cigarette.

He still wore that zipped down biker jacket revealing a chest clothed in a grey banded collar shirt, unbuttoned just below the collarbone. Waist cinched with a silver-buckled belt over black jeans, hugging strong hips and long, now casually crossed legs booted in heavy stompers.

A double take. Oh, man.

"Someone might step on your tongue if you don't roll it back in," her friend said with a satisfied grin. "Now. Go. To. Him. If you behave I might have some goodies for you to help you loosen up later," she finished with a wink. Knowing Myra, that could only mean something illegal.

Maybe it was the Long Island Iced Tea she just finished. Maybe not. "Give me a cigarette from your pack." She didn't smoke, but somehow Ilvana felt it would help. She hadn't picked up or hit on anything with a pulse in over six years. Despite the alcohol loosening her inhibitions, Ilva still felt like another crutch was needed for this endeavor.

Her friend smiled deviously, that red-lipped grin causing Ilva to frown. Her bracelets clinked and clanked as Myra made a subtly euphoric gesture with her hands. "At a girl. Make sure you lose him if he's weird. Otherwise, enjoy," she eyed Ilvana meaningfully.

Sighing, Ilva downed the tequila too. Blonds had never really been her type. Mark was a blond. Ugh. Not the image she wanted right now. But still, he was... so...

Ilva struggled for the right word as she closed in on the bar, nonchalantly, she thought, draping herself onto the barstool to the left of Blond Biker Model, balancing the cigarette between slender fingers for a few moments before placing it between her lips. From the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly turn around to face the bar.

The flame of a silver Zippo flashed before her eyes. Ilva lit the cigarette, drawing in the smoke before the lighter disappeared with a metallic clank.

"Thanks," she exhaled, turning to look at his profile. Even in the dim lights of the establishment, she could make out the sheer golden tone of his hair. Hell, giving me the jelly dabs, this one. I guess asking him about what conditioner he uses wouldn't be the best pick up line.

"You're welcome," the blond drew from his own cig, though his vision never strayed her way.

Staring at me for the past hour... my ass. Oh well, long as I'm here... "One Long Island Iced Tea over here, please. And a bottle of water." Very adult move of you, Ilva. Keeping hydrated. Good job. Shoulder pat.

"Make it on me," the blond suddenly spoke up as the bartender was preparing the drink.

"Oh that's really not necessary—" she turned to the stranger.

He finally met her stare, the most arrogant, lopsided grin Ilvana had ever seen blooming on angular, youthful features. "Isn't that why you're here?" he followed, dripping smugness that could drown the Titanic.

What the fuck. Was there some prickfest in town? Because they all seemed to levitate around her.

Deciding to abort and that this was a terrible idea Ilvana turned to the bartender, hastily taking out her wallet. "You know what, I'll take it."

She had just placed the sum onto the bar when his hand reached and slid the money back towards her.

"I have a tab open. Stay," the stranger said, his tone slightly changed from before. And what was that accent? It wasn't quite British, definitely not American. She should just go. She was already deflated with how this started, and not a little disgruntled with this guy's attitude. Aaron was smug too.

She hated it. Ilvana hated arrogance to her core, in everyone regardless of who they were. But then she looked to where Myra and her pick up were, now dancing a slow rock ballad, hands on each other. The joint was slowly emptying of people, regaining some breathing space.

Blond Biker was still standing facing the bar leaning on his elbows, head in his drink.

So, I'm staying. Say something? Or you want me to say something?

He raised his head and gazed at her then, a funny knowing look in his eyes. A strange half-smile pulled at one corner of his lips.

Is that a dimple. Ok, that's one creepy pair of eyes. Are they, though? Not creepy, but unnerving. Yes, that's the word.

He looked back into his glass, the smile fading.

How do I do this? Girl starts it up. Fine.

"I'm Ilvana," she offered him her hand in the casual universal 'nice to meet you' gesture. Just like in girl scout camp. Doing great, Day.

Blond Biker lifted his head from his drink again, looking her over strangely for a moment. "Why yes you are," she heard.

Ilvana gaped at him quizzically, an eyebrow raised in question. What was up with this guy?

Those deliriously bright eyes narrowed on her, the smirk still present as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He held the smoke in for a few moments before carelessly blowing it right. Into. Her face.

Charming.

[monstermaster13]

tW: Nathan's Craft. Nancy Downs TG/Possession theme NOTE: This is a parody of 'revenge-fics' and based on personal experiences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nathan Forester aka Monstermaster13 was a writer on Deviantart who was often chastised for having different tastes than others and he was often accused of doing the same material over and over, and that his works were 'revenge-fics' with nothing but references to shows or movies that he had seen and TV Tropes jokes...and while the latter did inspire him in many ways and sort of improved his life,  his work was far from that.  It's just he hated being typecast as that 'weird were-celebrity fic guy' because of his characters,  he never actually had any actual enemies online or in real life and even when they did they just only there for an episode or two and sauntered off afterwards.  One night when he returned home to his apartment and studio,  his manager came up to him with news regarding his latest novel.

He wasn't in the mood for news though as he sulked and sat himself down,  sighing and wondering why...'why do I always get vilified and treated like i'm the aggressor in those awful situations but the ones who call me out by trashing my work are the ones that start it?' 'Maybe they have trouble understanding how you handle criticism, sir'.  'I understand criticism just fine...and to me criticism is more complex than they think it is. You can't just say that something sucks for no reason and call it a day.'  'Maybe they think you hold grudges you can't let go of..'  'I was screwed over by my former allies,  my former allies plot to kill me in their own dreams...I can barely sleep at night without thinking about it.  When you've been through all the horrible shit i've been through,  you'd feel the exact same way too'.  'Aaaaw,  it's alright...it's not like everyone hates you or anything'.

"Oh really? Tell that to that annoying person I ran into work who pretty much did a revenge comic about me being killed by a demon version of Kool Kat from that awful movie.  They thought my opinion was irrelevant so they pretty much considered me to be a pain in the ass and that i'm not worth validating.  They're always like that."

"He was only like that because you didn't sign any of his petitions."

"How could I forget those?  Those egotistical petitions he made for people to sign to make him a galactic ruler/god,  that petition he made to have my DNA replaced with that of a snail,  that petition he made to make my characters species extinct even though you can't 'extinct' fictional characters.  All of those were ridiculous."

"What about how he claims you're attacking people who draw his characters?"

"That's bullshit if you ask me. If I favorite or comment on someone's depictions of someone else's character,  I am not berating them.  I am not that kind of critic. I do NOT go around claiming everything sucks and I do NOT hold grudges, because it's not healthy. Besides, the last time I did that I became overtaken by a demonic version of myself and nearly killed all of my own friends.  I hate being vilified and you know that I do."

"You will never be an antagoniser or villain to me."

"I won't?  But what about those people who think that I have problems letting go?"

"They don't know you well enough, you are a sweet-man...they're just letting what other people say about you get to them and cloud their judgement.  They too have demons,  they're just too afraid to admit it. Of course you're already familiar with your inner demons."

"You're right but still..."

Nathan didn't let what the critics said get to him as he started to write up a brand new Tales From The Web episode, and he wrote it about a writer much like himself who was vilified for something he didn't do,  he wrote up the episode's script and then wrote up the rest of it in the same period of time,  working on ways to make the story more interesting...he decided to make the writer a bit more sympathetic and gave him a reason for feeling the way that he did.  But just as he was about to get to the transformation scene,  something happened. His new laptop glitched up and froze,  he attempted to restart it several times but black smoke emerged from the screen and surrounded him, as a female spirit materialized in front of him.

Knowing this happened often with the possession angle of his own works,  he was fully aware he was witnessing a spirit materialize right before his very eyes,  but as he adjusted his glasses and took a closer look...he saw the spirit taking on the form of a perfect double of Nancy from The Craft. Nancy explained to him that she was one of the ghosts that he talked to in his dreams/visions and that she was the one that warned about his friends turning against him, which immediately sparked more than a few fires in his mind.  Nathan was a little bit afraid at first but all those dreams were coming back to him,  he remembered when his former school friends all tried to tear his limbs apart while they were undead,  he remembered the school dreams with the demonic teachers,  and he remembered how awful he felt regarding his friend Jason.  He remembered that one Pokemon dream he had about Jason.  Poor Jason was supposed to travel with him to the other new regions from the games/anime but got stuck in Hoenn and Sinnoh.  

"Jason....noooo...why? Why did he have to get lost and stuck like that? It must be all my fault."

"Nathan...it's not your fault.  It never was. You fixed it up when you brought him through the time-loop to the Alola region. You didn't lose him after all, he's always going to be there for you."

"That's awful sweet of you Nancy but I don't think..."

"Relax...i've got something that will cheer you up.  You like possessions, don't ya?"

"Well you've come to the right man in that case."

Nancy seductively floated around him before gesturing for him to open his mouth, which he did as she took on a transparent form and dived into his mouth and down his throat, thus possessing him in the process. He gasped and coughed for a little bit but he knew this was to be expected.  He gulped as his heart-beat pumped up and down in a rapid-fire fashion,  no...he wasn't having a heart-attack...because well,  he was the protagonist...killing off the protagonist was something he was very much against not even in his own work.  His eyes then gave off a supernatural glow as they turned neon green for a few brief seconds.  'Ah yes,  the iconic glowing eyes scene'.  

His skin slowly softened and smoothened as it became pale,  not enough to make him look like a vampire or a zombie but just pale in the sense that he looked like he was part of the goth/scene crowd. 'Thank goodness this is a normal goth type of pale and not pale greyish.  If it was the latter I would have probably thought that some overzealous Homestuck fan with dark magic powers was turning me into a troll like the ones from the comic'.  He always did have room for more than one quip,  even while transforming.  His chest and torso slowly contorted and slenderized, which felt odd to him at first but then he realized he always transforms anyway so this felt natural to him.

He examined his arms as they contorted and slenderized, his hands slowly shrinking a bit in size as his fingernails lengthened, black nail polish applying itself on them as two formations developed on his chest, swelling outwards into a pair of breasts as his clothing slowly shifted into the exact same outfit Nancy was wearing.  He heard a slight crunching sound as his hips/rear inflated but it didn't discomfort him,  he always knew that transformation scenes only were graphic and terrifying the first time around. Years of meditation and transformation practice sessions had blessed him with the ability to control his transformations and to do less painful sequences.  His feet slowly shrank down in size as his legs lengthened to match his arms.  There was a slight slurping sensation,  but that didn't alarm him.  He looked pleased with what was happening so far even as his privates retracted.

Nancy was influencing him in more ways than one,  all of his negative thoughts and proverbial chips on his shoulders faded into the proverbial shadows as his back arched and his shoulders shrank inward.  Every single insult and piece of negative criticism,  every piece of drama that had happened to him and involved him...all completely vanishing, he didn't need those anyway...he knew that he didn't have to be involved in stuff like that and he was past being used as a punching bag or target by those types of people.  Revenge wasn't something he was interested in anyway, because he didn't want to become evil...he was always neutral no matter what or who he turned into.  And even when he was fully corrupted by evil forces he was still himself.   He felt his hair with his hands as it lengthened, becoming messier and slowly turning from brown to jet black.  His neckline lengthened as a spiked collar materialized on it and two cross shaped earrings manifested on his ears.

His eyebrows thinned while his eyes darkened and widened, giving him a slightly crazy look as eyelashes blossomed around them and dark eye-makeup applied itself on them.  His nose shrank while his cheekbones sharpened and his lips plumped up and became luscious, his features softening and feminizing as they warped and contorted into Nancy's features,  he didn't need a mirror to see how much he now resembled her.  He smiled a little as his voice contorted to match his appearance, becoming Nancy's voice,  which is to say he now sounded like Fairuza Balk.  A few seconds later, Nancy influenced his mind further as their personalities and minds fused into one,  she was taking over him completely and making him into her.  All of the bad memories faded and disappeared along with any grudges he or 'she' previously had,  and Nathan felt like he had always been her,  as he or rather she spoke in her voice...she remembered she was Nancy Downs and she had been summoned from the Nightmare realm to help a down on his luck horror writer finish his story.

"Well I see you've transformed once again."

"Oh you know me...anyway,  i'm here to help with the rest of the episode."

"You sound like you know a lot about horror.  Tell me, how would you end this?"

Nancy stepped over to the computer and began work on re-writing the second half of the story and the transformation scene, she decided that rather than the transformation be a punishment set up on the writer by a disgruntled ex-fan, that the writer chose to be transformed himself as opposed to it being involuntary and that the reason for choosing to be transformed was because he was tired of people always wanting him to be what they expected him to be,  they vilified him and viewed him as a vicious psychopathic monster,  which he wasn't...only his critics thought of him as that. A few hours later,  Nancy called over the production crew to film and produce the episode.  The episode then got aired and shown on the Monster World's resident TV network and gained a lot of praise for it's daring depiction of an author who was put down upon.

And thus with that Nancy decided that rather than use her magic for evil or revenge purposes,  she decided to use them to help people and other monsters and especially help people who had been vilified online by hateful people and the like, proving she could be heroine material.  She was glad all those negative aspects of her life were over and all of those 'inner demons' of hers had been tamed,  she wasn't afraid of them any-way...especially considering that she was dark and sinister enough already without them.  But now she was using her dark powers for good.  And as for what happened later,  she decided to help out in the studios and to protect others from harm, now she was a heroine and no longer a villainess...she had learned a lot from her previous experiences.

Thus brings us to the lesson, revenge never solves anything...if someone chastises you or typecasts you or views you as an antagonist in their life it is best to just not let them get to you,  if they think you are an aggressor to them...they are clearly the ones who are guilty of being the real villain of the story, they put the blame on everyone else but themselves and if they blame you for no specific reason other than they just don't like you...they're not worth the time.  Holding grudges for long periods of time isn't healthy and really causes more trouble than help.  To all those who act like this who think that a simple hate-journal or revenge-fic is going to help you get rid of your problems, think about your actions...is what you're saying really true? Is all that hatred and scorn really worth it? Is it right to label someone you dislike as being a 'monster' when you yourself act are acting like this?  Drama is best kept a secret or better yet forgotten all-together,  if you get too worked up about someone mentioning your work or your characters or get paranoid about it to the point that you think that person is targeting artists or authors you like just because they mentioned your characters...then maybe you shouldn't be stirring up drama like that, especially if you have enough drama in your real life.   It's alright to be a little bit paranoid but to accuse someone of attacking you just because they have a different opinion on something than you...that makes you the true aggressor in the end.  Revenge doesn't solve anything, remember that.

[sanjisprincesswifey]

Hey there! For your finals week event, may I please request prompt 13 ("i don't need anyone else! i just need...you... you're all i need"), with Zoro? She/her pronouns. :) thank you!

note: well of course! some zoro fluff coming right up for you! :)

♡: female reader. 1,100+ words. sfw content.

“zoro, what the hell did you do now?”

sanji’s bitter tone had the swordsman grimacing where he stood, darting his gaze behind him to where sanji was drawing closer.

immediately ignoring him, zoro continues on the path down the busy street not even bothering to slow his pace. sanji grumbles, pulling the wagon full of groceries behind him even faster to catch up.

“i just saw y/n out walking by herself! why aren’t you shopping with her? didn’t she ask you to go with her?” sanji asks, biting back a more hurtful attitude.

zoro can feel the vein in his forehead popping, sanji never knew when to mind his damn business when it came to you. “she said it was okay,” is all zoro says before entering a small swords shop, browsing their collection.

as always, sanji doesn’t know when to take a hint and follows him in. “so you just left her? you’ve been her boyfriend for how long and you still ditch her every chance you get?” sanji growls, his own jealousy interlacing in.

“if you want to fight about it, we can fight about it,” zoro bites back, his hand flying to his hip.

“i don’t need to fight you. when sweet y/n-swan dumps you for treating her so badly, she’ll have no choice but to realize that i am everything she needs and come running into my open loving arms.” sanji smiles, quickly making his way to the exit.

the thought alone has zoro feeling queasy.

sanji was always at your beck and call, just as he was for every pretty girl that crossed his path. but the minute you announced your relationship with zoro, it was like a switch flipped in sanji’s brain.

suddenly he was more doting, charming, and obsessive than he had ever been.

you were always quick to assure zoro that he was the guy for you, and even when it was met with an avoidant blushing mess of a boyfriend, you would giggle and love him just the same.

zoro exits the store, making sure that sanji was actually gone, and follows the path he had seen you take earlier that day. maybe he should’ve just stuck with you today, maybe sanji wouldn’t have been up his ass so much, sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

“damnit, where the hell did she—” the sight before him causes him to stop in his confused tracks.

sanji hands you a bouquet of flowers, smiling widely down at you as you mirror his expression, accepting the gift right away. he wastes no time guiding you through the busy street, his hand finding the small of your back.

zoro stands there, his chest feels weirdly tight, almost as if he could faint. he watches you walk in the opposite direction until you’re out of sight, lost within the sea of people with that stupid cook.

after a couple of wrong turns and dead ends, zoro finds his way back to the sunny, not bothering to acknowledge his crewmates on the way in. he lightly knocks on the door to the infirmary, hearing a quiet, ‘come in’ in response.

“well your heart and lungs sound good. maybe you’re experiencing a bit of heat stroke symptoms, you should lay down for a while just to be safe,” chopper advises, his stethoscope roaming over zoro’s bare chest.

“you’re welcome to stay here, i’ll have y/n stop by to check on you soon!” chopper smiles, hauling his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the room before zoro can protest to a single word.

he sighs, slumping down onto the bed. his chest continued to ache; it was almost unbearable. he had never experienced something like this before, the way this pain felt was strange.

his mind flashes back to the image of you and sanji together from earlier; how that idiot smiled at you, it made zoro sick.

a light tap against the door and zoro peaks his eye open, your silhouette stands in the doorway, the sun from outside highlighting your frame.

“chopper? are you in? i have—zoro?” you question, seeing your boyfriend sprawled out on the infirmary's bed. “what are you doing here? are you hurt?”

zoro’s jaw clenches when he sees the flowers from earlier still in your hand, turning over so he’s facing the wall. “i’m fine,” he blankly states, “just a little tired is all.”

for a moment there’s silence and pain in his chest grows at the thought of you leaving him alone. but then the bed dips underneath the shifting of weight and you place your hand on his arm, rubbing your thumb soothingly in a circular motion. “anything i could help with?” you sweetly propose.

he glances back at you, your eyes bright and big, just as they always were. “no,” he plainly whispered, “can you just leave me alone?”

but you know better.

you situate yourself on the bed so you’re able to get a better look at his face; he’s tense, almost aggravated about something. “you’re a bad liar,” you reply.

he knows that you see right through him, he could never lie to you. zoro sits up, refusing to make eye contact, his arms folded over his chest as he lets out a heavy breath. “why are we together y/n?” his voice is quiet, almost incomprehensible, but you heard every word. “what?”

the question itself is not what shocks you, it’s the fact that he is the one asking it. but he won’t ask again, and you know that.

you hold out your hand counting out your answers, “well because we love each other, and we make each laugh—”

zoro shakes his head, “no, i mean…” he bites the inside of his cheek, “what if you needed someone else…more than me?” he admits, his cheeks-stained red.

your laughter cannot be contained as you almost fall off the bed, your sound echoing off the walls of the room. zoro flinches, annoyed and embarrassed that you’d react in such a way to this.

“what’s so funny?!” he yells, watching your face turn bright red just like his, but for a different reason.

“i don’t need anyone else…” you say in between fits of laughter, “i just need…you.” tears stream down your face, pain in your side growing stronger, “you’re all i need,” you finally say as you regain calmness.

zoro stares at you in disbelief, but he can feel the pain alleviating in his chest as you pull him in for a quick peck. he smiles for the first time all day before noticing the flowers from before.

“then who are those flowers for?” he adds, pretending to be nonchalant about them.

“chopper! it’s the anniversary of him joining the crew today,” you smile, watching his mouth form an ‘o’ shape.

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[mostlyghoestly]

can i get the mf uhhhh slashers with a tall s/o ? i can’t stop thinking about lester in particular just resting his chin on my chest n staring up at me n having to lean down to kiss my lil rat boy <33333

Slashers with tall S/O

Authors note: I'll have Lester, Vincent and Bo Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Micheal Myers, Stu and Bill (1996 Scream)—i support polly ghostface , and Brahms Heelshire. Not all of them will you be taller than them but still taller than others.

Lester Sinclair

Lester by no means is on the taller side. This man is actually about 5'7. With a tall significant other this man would look at you like you're some type of godly person. Lester wouldn't care much on having a taller significant other- although I believe in the beginning he'd be slightly insecure because of his brother Bo's jokes but after some talks that feeling would slowly go away. He'd like to do cute little things, no matter physical or with his words. Lester would most likely say something along the lines of, "Well at least I don't have to ask my brothers to get things off the top shelf for me anymore and I have a pretty sweet view." He said staring at your ass while getting something for him. One of your favorite things is when Lester has his arms around your waist as his chin rest on your chest as he looks up at you with admiration. You lean your head down and give him a big kiss.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent, just like his twin, is a taller boy. Standing at 6'1, making him a lot taller than his brother Lester. He would absolutely LOVE a tall S/O. Let's start off if you were still tall but either an inch or two shorter or even his height. His back would thank you, this man spends HOURS hunched over with his work. To be able to have someone who is as tall as him he would be so thankful. Now if you were taller this man would be WEAK for you. Please he would absolutely do anything he could. He would most likely do the chest thing like Lester. You'd rest your head on his as he draws. He would absolutely make as much art of you as he could.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is also a taller man, he is 6'1 after all. No matter an inch or so shorter, his height or taller - this mad would make fun of you or reject his feelings. Deep down this man would absolutely do anything for you but he's way to insecure. After a long painful time, he'd get use to it. He would love it so much, you make him feel safe. "Hey, how's the weather up there?" He'd smirk at you. Bo isn't one for mushy gushy stuff in public but once in the safety of your guy's room, he's most definitely small spoon.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a tall man, a whopping 6'5. Honestly I'd be surprised if you are taller then him. Jason honestly wouldn’t care if you are though, he’d just love being loved. The almost puppy like eyes this man would give you is an absolute wreck. Like how do you make this man, 6’5 and Built like he can move the empire state building with a single touch , feel like he’s so small is beyond him. OH THE SCRIBBLES ON PAPER YOU WILL RECIVE BECAUSE OF HOW CONFLICTED HE IS ON HOW HE FEELS ON A TALLER SO. “Shrink” and he would definitely push it in your face and dip. Although please don’t take it seriously , he will love you no matter your height.

Michael Myers

Michael is 6’2, which is decently tall. He honestly wouldn’t care on having a tall or taller SO as long as you knew your place. It also meant less work for him, like you’d be able to reach the top shelf too- so get the fruit loops yourself. Honestly he’d probably end up wondering what it would look like to other to have tall people standing over them. Michael would pat you on the head or use you like an arm rest when he can to make you feel smaller- not that YOU would want to feel that way but for HIM. In conclusion, Michael.exe has crashed.

Stu and Billy

These two are average height- with Stu being the tallest of the two at 5’10 and Billy being 5’8. Them having a taller SO wouldn’t phase them, well at least Stu. Billy although wouldn’t mind if you were in between stu or his height but anything taller would have a slight problem. Mostly personal  insecurities that obviously y’all will have a loving, meaningful talk about and he will disregard it after. The way these guys will rest their heads on your chest knock out is funny. They both end up loving having a tall significant other, now they can be lazy or act like they need help so their tall strong SO will help them.

[mintmatcha]

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

cw: depictions of SA and violence, age gap, homophobic slurs, spoilers for Mithrun's manga story.

Professor Cabras watches from his chair, crisp golden eyes unblinking as Mithrun enters his office. The younger man forces a smile, just as he always does. Despite being in his fifties, Cabras is dashing, with only the beginnings of gray in his temples and smile lines just beginning to cut his cheeks. The beginnings of his beard is all salt and pepper and Mithrun has to close his eyes to forget how it feels against his cheeks.

"Lock the door."

Mithrun's already turning the key when Cabras demands it. By now, he knows the drill.

"Dating" a professor certainly wasn't in his plans for senior year-- and certainly not a male professor. But Cabras had made him feel special, made him feel wanted, gave him a place to crash after the fraternity's parties that was nice and quiet. It filled him with this twisting, fluttering feeling he once thought was good, but had begun to curdle in his gut like milk.

Mithrun comes behind the desk and hesitantly places a hand on the professor's shoulder.

It's not that he never wanted this. Maybe he did at one point, back when it was fun and easy to say no.

"I heard the news." His hands cup behind Mithrun's thighs, drawing the younger man into his lap. Mithrun hates how his body reacts without his permission, how his cock twitches out of its slumber. "Yale's going to look so good on you."

Mithrun's stomach twists. Of course he already knows. Cabras is the one who called the school personally, who sang glowing reviews of Mithrun that he frankly didn't need.

Cabras runs his hands up and down his legs, trapping Mithrun in place like a leashed dog. The hallway is quiet; it's late, everyone's gone home. There's no one here to catch them, to see how Cabras digs his fingers into the soft of his ass-

"How am I going to live with you halfway across the country-?" he sighs. "You'll have to fly back just so I can taste you-"

"Don't." Mithrun leans back and braces against his desk. "We can't do this anymore."

"Mithrun." His voice isn't comforting. It's firm, demanding, like a father scolding his child.

"You're married." It's a lame excuse; his marriage didn't stop him from kissing Mithrun all those months ago, from whispering sweet nothings in his ears during late nights, from forcing his hand down Mithrun's pants after he wrote his recommendations- "and I'm a man."

"Oh, you stupid thing," Cabras coos as he stands, pinning Mithrun's body down to the finished oak. The younger man is strong, but Cabras is wide, thick-- too big to be shoved off. "That's not going to stop me from fucking you like a girl."

It's a shock to his system. Mithrun isn't feminine-- he's a frat guy, a sports fan, a playboy--

"Fuck- get off." He resorts to his first name. "Koza, get the fuck off of me, asshole. I'm not a fag-"

He struggles under the man's weight as those thick, awful hands press down on his shoulders, paw at the button of his jeans. The bristle of his beard against the crook of Mithrun's neck sends chilling down his spine, "Stop."

The professor's teeth close around his flesh and tug, much too sharp and mean to be fun. The stab of his canines rips a mangled sound from the boy's throat. Pain knocks him back and down-- more into the professor's hands. "Koza, I said stop-"

No matter how much he wants to fight, Mithrun can't seem to find strength in any of his limbs. It's like his body is locking at the joints, bracing for impact as Cabra's manages to pull his pants down to his ankles.

"I've given you everything you ever wanted." His voice is a growl. "Now, I'm going to take what I want."

His muscles aren't the only thing that's stiff. Despite how much he wills it to be different, his cock is hard, leaking against his stomach. Cabras shoves his own pants down and lets his own dick lay on top of Mithrun's. It's heavy and thick- things that no longer make Mithrun excited. It's embarrassing, shameful, wrong-- he doesn't like this, he doesn't want this-

"That's it." He's spreading Mithrun's legs, "Just lay there and take it like a good girl."

Rage is all that he needed to rise again. Mithrun throws his remaining strength into a wide left hook and manages to collide with the man's cheek. He thrashes like a toddler; all four limbs bunched and aimless, hoping for any fucking contact. Cabras reels back just out of his reach, hand over mouth.

"You ungrateful shit-" He takes his hand away. Half of his front tooth is in his palm, broken and bloodied. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

Then. he's on him again. There's a momentary struggle before Cabras gets his grip around Mithrun's face and slams him back down with his full strength and weight. Skull cracking against the hardwood desk, the ringing pain and bright flash of light almost mask the sickly, wet pop, but Mithrun hears it. His lungs won't pull in air, his mouth won't scream; he's stuck in a vacuum of silence as he realizes that the professor's thumb has accidentally dug into his orbital socket.

He knows, somehow, the eye is gone, and his other eye is reduced to nothing but dots and pinpricks.

The rest of the night is blurry. Pain is a global, full body thing, one that he can't pin down to one location. His body reacts on its own, his brain goes still. He doubts it's real at some moments, nothing more than an awful dream.

One of the only moments he can hold, is his attacker's mouth on his. Cabras sucks Mithrun's tongue into his mouth and, for a long, long second, Mithrun debates biting through it and freeing himself, but just can't find the nerve to go through with it. He's going to die anyway.

He wonders if this is how a lamb feels before the slaughter.

Mithrun loses consciousness with the taste of Cabras' cologne on his tongue: heady, thick, tobacco laced, and vanilla finished. He thinks, with eye fluid and blood in his mouth, that he's dying.

When he wakes up, he's in a hospital room. The nurses tell him the eye is gone and surgery might fix the internal damage. He tells them nothing, not even when his parents come and beg for him to speak, not when the police tell his he can press charges. No, he's sure this is all a dream, that this imaginary pit in his stomach is just that-- fake. This shroud that's settled into every pore of his skin will lift. Feeling will return. He'll stop throwing up in his mouth when he smells tobacco and Vanilla.

Yale never happens for him.

I WANT YOU TO WRITE THE MITHRUN SCENE. I’m gonna make like a long ass post describing each characters lore in the modern AU because like. I want to do a longform fic,,,,

You gimme so many good ideas you’re so based

EVERYONE PLS. IF YOU LIKE DUNGEON MESHI MODERN AU LETS ALL BE WEIRD AND FREAKISH.

hold on lemme get insane rq

[risingblackmoon]

I would like to hear some of the oc knowledge

You're in the right place :)

So Spade has a lot of ocs and HOPEFULLY I won't miss any! (If I do I'll just reblog this with the missing ones info)

Bot Parent - I think I know the least about them but they are VERY important. The most important maybe. While they don't have an official name or design just yet, they've certainly got plenty of involvement in lore!!!

They are, in a way, the head creator of staff bots and a majority of the animatronics.(?) Except Happy specifically, there might be others they don't have involvement with. Once very likable and quite skrunky to "I am going to make all the animatronics capable of feeling pain, maybe next I'll fuck over that blackhole guy in the theater some more"

Boomerang - It was made to test the limitations of the animatronics. Stretchy arms, chest compartment(?), did I mention they're HUGE? Now it roams the staff tunnels/garbage area because, as you'll find with a few others, Fazbear Entertainment just threw these whole ass animatronics away and didn't bother to dismantle them. (Boomerang isn't their official name but shh)

White Sun - MY SKRINKY. LITERALLY MY FAVORITE OF THESE GUYS. I LOVE WHITE SM. So White was the first Daycare Attendant ever in the history of ever. Originally, they were made to keep lost children company in the Lost and Found, but eventually Fazbear Entertainment made a small daycare area for them to reside in. At first, kids could draw all over White without a care, but after the daycare was officially built, that feature was removed. As the Superstar Daycare got more popular, White ended up getting scrapped entirely in favor of making new attendants. So now they wander the trash area!!!

Also, White was Monty's punching bag back in the day, and a "hug" turned crush seems to have factored in to the decision to scrap them. So ... Physical contact is a bit iffy for them!

Stellar - The dog. The fucking thing. It lurks in the same places Boomerang does, but it isn't really that sapient or sentient. I mean, definitely sentient to a degree, but that's all. It was built to be the next Daycare Attendant, but is HEAVILY flawed and not a lot of care was put into their programming.

Stellar is pretty fuckin big and it has a chest compartment just like Boomerang. Also, it hates the color yellow but loves purple. It is based on a blackhole!

Chip - She's similar to Crescent and Star in the sense that she was a DCA's assistant! But she was only around for 2 months due to a.. incident with some dude. A mauling. I think the guy lived but unfortunately Chip was scrapped despite the DCA she was bonded to trying to convince them not to.

And guess what! Bot Parent programmed her I believe and they were just SO CONFIDENT in Bot Parent's capabilities they didn't do a test run. Which led to the mauling. Dumb bitches

Happy - My anti-blorbo. Happy is a blackhole show host type animatronic that works in the Superstar Theater! He's gone through shit and has horrible coping mechanisms.

By that I mean he mostly takes out his feelings on those around him, which is Star (we'll get to them in a moment). An absolute CUNT to Star. Eventually his mental state gets worse and worse and BOOM, Bot Parent steps in and fucks him over more somehow!

I think he'd sound like Markiplier. That's not lore, just a personal thing.

Comet - Oh, Comet, my sweet child. They see Star(again, in a moment!!) as their sibling!!! Comet themselves has stretchy limbs, is present strong, and assists in general construction around the pizzaplex. Like... Setting shit up and what not.

Unfortunately they aren't too aware of the Happy bullying but if they were I think they'd beat the shit out of him

Star - AH YES, STAR, MY SECOND FAVORITE CHILD/HJ. Since we both have ocs named Star we started calling it's Supernova/Prima Donna (this one) and mine Jupiter/Bee! That doesn't have anything to do with the lore I just thought it was silly.

Ok, Lore. Due to Happy BEING AN ASS, they ended up taking after his shit personality. A big bully who secretly longs for companionship (not explicitly stated I think but from our roleplays I can tell NVNB). They're very lightweight but strong... Yet fragile. Also, they have wings! They can fly!!!! Aand they ALSO have a cool weapon they can shift into anything!! I know how it works in my head but my brain juices are evaporating, just know it's really cool.

Star really just needs a real friend, man. God.

Spider - SPIDERRR *goes feral* Spider is such a homo. A gay.

They were made for the Lost and Found area, taking over White's original purpose. Though... They somehow ended up falling in love with Sun and Moon. You have no idea how adorable the three of them are.

Spider also has their own room where they "collect" things that are never picked up from the Lost and Found area!!

Due to a roleplay one of their nicknames is Fish and their room is called the Fish Bowl.

So far I don't know of anything bad happening to Spider! Haha I sure hope that doesn't change :')

So yea that's the lore :) so far :)))

[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!’

itadori yuuji x top!male reader. (wc; 1.3k)

#a/n: JESUS, AFTER MY DRAFT POSTING AT LEAST FIVE TIMES— IT'S DONE!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, football au, ftm itadori, exhibitionism, choking, spanking, rough sex, dirty sex, barebacking, no prep, dacryphilia, sir k., pet name (puppy), belly bulge, implied oral.

dim lights, the roar of people in the stands, the booming voice of the announcer amongst the crowd, cheerleading sqaud egging on their side in hopes of them outplaying the opposing team, and sweaty guys all lined up for a chance to win it; it was like every other friday night game. all the essentials were there.

your eyes locked with itadori’s light chestnut ones glistening with heart and motivation, he traced the opening in your movements; preparing for the golden opportunity to throw you the match winning pass. with your arms perched out in front of you he played his cards and took the risk, planting the ball right between your palms— calculated and clean you sunk the ball in-between your forearm and chest.

you had caught the toss, nothing less from the team's starting quarterback and receiver. together, you were a gnarly duo, the ultimate combination of talent.

carrying your team to victory was common practice for the two of you, there wasn't a single game that had happened throughout your third year career where you two hadn't been the mvp’s. just another notch onto the school's metaphorical belt, being a powerhouse school you had a reputation to uphold. you all had gone undefeated for years, another win was what you were known for— which also meant another reward for your puppy’s outstanding preformance on the field.

it was routine, a few months prior itadori was overwhelmingly titillated after a long and straining practice. he had outshined his fellow peers and you couldn't help but feel the need to help him relive some stress after a hard day; you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit pent up yourself. so from then on, every match you two would win and every practice he demolished, you'd drill his brains out as soon as you two found a little privacy.

this time was different though, you were horny, he was horny— he wouldn't stop rubbing up on you as you exited the field and that was your breaking point.

at the rate in which he was clawing to remove your jersey, you were sure he'd rip the fabric right in two; he was so needy. you're dizzyingly hot as you draw an arm around his waist, letting your fingers slide between the waistband and the hem of his boxers.

“yuuji, this is your last chance. you sure you wanna do this now? because i won't be showing you any mercy puppy. practice will be a pain when you can barely walk.” you growl and bite at the nape of his neck, the gravel in your tone twisting with your hot breath only made you even more irresistible. how could he say no?

“mhm, i can handle it sir! i’ll take all the cum you give my greedy pussy!” his confirmation was only useless banter, you already had his pants pressed down to his kneepads. his milky skin was so plush, his puffy ass was messily rubbing right into your palms; just asking to be spanked into oblivion.

itadori whimpered with the sensation your warm hands brought upon his sweaty ass— the moisture from running around made the dewy flesh erupt harshly against your palm. it was far louder than expected, you wouldn't be surprised if the suspicious noise turned a few heads your direction. but you didn't care, they could watch you break your boyfriend all they pleased, you were only there to reward him.

sloppily, you drag your half exposed boyfriend deeper under cover of the bleachers. you two were sheltered by the metal seating— rows of attendees still roaming around the area, just threatening to unveil the naughty act.

you're reaching over and rubbing the front of his cunt, hastily trying to stimulate his swollen clit while itadori attempts to push the length of your cock inside of his desperate heat. your rough, broad hands spread him wide, suddenly aware of how absolutely filthy he looks. the grueling approach of your palms flushing his creamy white complexion a profound sheen of red didn't do his drooling pussy any favours— but the way you bait the head of your leaking cock over his slit makes him shudder and his brain fizzle into mush.

his cheeks were completely battered, the sting of humiliation overthrew any pain he may have been experiencing. if not, the deliciously overwhelming stretch of your cock around his velvet walls surely did the trick. you plunge inside of him and he's lost in euphoria, mind unable to function with the motion of your thrusts.

“i thought you said you could handle it baby, where's all that vigor now?” he throws his head back as you snake a few fingers around his throat, teasing a few more before finally clamping down. his back arches into your chest pads, whining and vibrating with excitement; you couldn't tell if it was how nicely you were treating his pussy or how badly he wanted to be used like a ragdoll. either way, you continued to plant rough spanks on his ass while the hand around his neck steadied your hips right against his sweet spot.

he was losing himself, thoughts disconnecting from reality.

“i..c- can't sir! m’sorry, you're too big!” despite his protests, you continue to grind the head of your cock right up against his cervix. he's physically unable to fit anymore of your thick, pulsing length inside and frowns slighty— wishing he could take you deep enough to paint his tongue white.

“can’t? i don't do, can't, puppy.” sure enough, your balls twitch once, twice, as they delve deeper into his creamy womb— so messy and dumb as he bucks his hips weakily in an last ditch effort to stuff himself full. a groan rumbles throughout your body as his first orgasm of the night shakes your shaft wonderfully, body still insisting he draw out as much pleasure as humanly possible.

his cunt splatters slick down your cock, adding to the mess that was already stirring around his tummy. the more wetness that collected the more inviting his hole was to your shaft— his stomach forming a very prominent, round bulge that showed off your cock very well. a telltale sign that his guts were surely moving to match your jabs.

it's too full— he was too full— but you didn't stop, your seed spilling out of his pussy as the sounds from his underside blended with his beautiful moans to create a lewd symphony. he was so overstimulated and so enthralled, eyes slightly crossing together and hot, salty tears leaking from his eyes as you fucked him through the both of your highs.

his cock bounced so pitifully as your merciless reign of hip-thrusts didn't slow from when you two had started. with one last, wholly thrust your warm, potent cum pumped blissfully into his infertile womb— his cunt overflowing with semen that would soon be selfishly sucked in like the rest.

the changes to his body made you undyingly hungry; wave after wave of your twitching cock just resting inside of him, desperately wanting to breech those sweet walls once more. he was bottomed out, his spent hole gaping around seemingly nothing as your dick popped out with little resistance; the cum from both of your groins pooling into a small puddle in the grass.

the way you rocked in and out of his meek, useless body made his resolve crumble so easily. his knees buckled out from under him and sent him onto the ground below— you were in need of a reward yourself, were you not?

it took him a minute, but soon you had him neatly settled between your legs; eyes wide with lust when the grin sprawled across your lips gave him the go ahead.

his body was still perfectly able to preform simple actions and that meant he wasn't finished. fucking and feeding him from both holes was your goal and let's just say a few janitors observed the two of you leaving, the quarterback snug between your arms— unable to move properly without support.