#your honour they're innocent!

[spilledmilkfkdies]

When you're accusing the Wizards of the Black Circle of crimes against Terrestrial Fairy kind, this is who you're accusing btw

[sherlock-and-co-incorrect-quotes]

John: We've never broken the law

Sherlock: Oh, absolutely not. Ignored, perhaps

John: Circumvented

Mariana: Finessed

John: Forgotten, but never broken

[ezzekial]

uuuuuuuhh kippers gang skull. i forgot you can post art on here

[kylewalker-peters]

10 minutes for dissent what are we doing to our beautiful yappers

[hello-waffles-are-good]

Jason: Of course, your grace

Duke, over it: Just because you watch bridgerton doesn't make you part of the ton, peasant

Jason: *sounds of outrage*

Would Jason jokingly call Duke "Your Grace" because that's the proper address for dukes and duchesses?

[rainysofsunshineao3]

Don't care what you say, my girl was definitely conflicted about this vvv

I mean come on, the look she gives Vi at the end? Like I get it, you hate me and your girlfriend wants to kill me but please don't hurt an innocent child.

It's obvious she has already started to see Powder in Isha, whether she realises it or not.

If she didn't care this frame wouldn't exist, she was protecting this kid the second she realized Sevika was going to blow the vents

They're everything to me, your honour.

[castintothepod]

Excusing every atrocious act Leslie has ever committed as brunette behaviour

[planete777]

BAD INFLUENCE 2・⁠｡♪ LN4 [+ OP81]

( lando norris x fem!reader ft. oscar piastri)

READ PART 1!

IN WHICH. oscar never knew getting high with lando and y/n entailed... this. but he's not complaining.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, threesome, oral sex (m & f rec.), referenced tit job, face sitting and anal (m rec.), a bit of sub!oscar because it's my roman empire, high hotness pt. 3574144, unprotected in v sex, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, squirting, realisations (they love each other, your honour), they're just nasty omg what have i written 😭

NOTE. PART 2 HAS ARRIVED!!! many of you asked and so i have to deliver amirite?!?!? credit to @mariahcarreyyy for the main smut scene idea!! i hope it's good enough for ya <3 enjoy luvss.

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"gonna suck you off so good, osc," lando moans in his ear, breath warm and words dirty, "you like that?"

and as oscar begs him to, he thinks that maybe getting high with lando and y/n isn't so bad afterall.

-.-.-.-.-

oscar feels fucking spent.

his cock lays limp, yet tingles with the undercurrent of arousal, and honest to God, if he fucked once more, he may never cum again.

thing is, he had thought the same 2 orgasms ago, and roughly an hour prior, but, as if the weed trickled a steady flow of dopamine into his bloodstream, the more they fucked, the more he hungered for another orgasm.

had his cock sucked completely dry by his teammate (how the fuck is lando this good at giving head?) as y/n sat on his face and he had all his prayers answered, before another climax was scooped out of him when y/n gave him a good tit job. never had he thought seeing his cum drizzled upon a girl's boobs like icing would be that cathartic, but it only gets worse when lando, the fucking nerve of that man, licks every drop like it were the remnants of a melting popsicle.

"your mouth, lando," oscar had whined out in absolute despair because, one day, it's gonna wipe him out like he never existed.

his teammate only smirked, lips oiled with spit and cum, before dragging his tongue up his girlfriend's neck, eyes hooked to oscar's, and shoving his tongue down y/n's throat. the noises were downright pornographic, pumping more blood to oscar's dick, and they ended up fucking, reverse cowgirl, as the girl wanked oscar off. he swore his dick would fall right right there and then, everything felt too good that there had to be a compromise, but he was yet to figure what that was. if there even was one.

wished he could say they were done, sated to the point where alarms for their flight tomorrow would be like whispers in a rainstorm. however, no matter how many breaks in between they took (consisting mostly of getting more high and sharing one spliff, which made it all hotter), a seemingly innocent make out would lead to one's mouth on another's crotch, or one's cock deep inside another (oscar had never, you know... bottomed, but fucking hell, lando's got some cock on him).

with a throbbing hole, and an equally throbbing dick, inert just minutes before, oscar has the dire need to squeeze one more orgasm before he allows himself to lay at fate's mercy.

a clammy body, flush against his own pink skin, wrings themselves out of his gentle hold and sits up, "you're hard again, baby?"

it's not really phrased as a question, but rather an interesting observation, and y/n trails a hand to grab his dick. it hurts, a dull pulse of ache bouncing through the skin, but it feel so so good and oscar's head is thrown back, mouth open as a heavy moan breaks through.

lando, from y/n's other side, watches intensely as she slowly jerks oscar off. his sternum elevates and sinks in a rapid succession, legs open wide to fully accomodate the hand working between them, and lando is fully mesmerised by it all.

shy, quiet oscar, who could have a man compelled by his hole alone, and besotted by the wonders of his mouth. lando wouldn't mind a throuple, not at all.

a sloppy kiss is left on the skin of y/n's jugular, "you want him?"

he can see the curve of his girlfriend's smile, pushing against her smooth cheek, and she knows what he means.

you want him for us?

"yeah," her hand slows, and oscar whines, lando giggles at that. so desperate. "not letting him go now."

then she's taking her hand off oscar completely, pushing her body into his to whisper, "wanna fuck me while i suck your mate off?"

and oscar's eyes glitter as they snap open and his head nods so fast, it nearly tumbles off his neck, lando's sure.

he's moving, sitting up and looking at the both of them with red, lidded eyes, and they hold so much, that lando wonders how one could retain it all.

y/n is smiling and wiggling onto her front, and it galvanises lando to bare his legs wide, cock hard and weeping precum. she gives it a small teasing lick and sparks zap through his dick, causing a hand to fly to her hair. he pulls ever so slightly, just as a warning, and she's smirking, giving the head a kiss.

"how do you want it?" oscar asks from behind her, calculative. she opens her legs more, pussy glistening, "any way you want to, baby."

he hums, kneading the flesh of her ass softly in confirmation, and grabs his dick to prod at her hole. it's tentative, almost adoring, before he slides in fully, soft and slow. he's so sweet, so gentle, as if it's his first time doing such a thing, and y/n can't withold the moan that pushes past her lips.

"oh fuck, oscar."

he's whining, hands tight around her waist.

lando pushes her down on his dick, saliva lathering his skin beautifully, y/n's nose deep in the tamed bush of hair. she allows herself to breathe, eyes shut tight, but then oscar's moving, so slow and slow deep that she choking on her moans, and lando's cock.

he pulls her off just slightly, but she slides him back in, dick thick and hot in her throat, and lando's moans are whorish.

"yes, baby," he's whining, "just like that."

oscar feels his orgasm creep on him too quickly, tries to think of anything that would slow it down, but the sight before him is so nasty, he loves it. lando is completely gone, fucking into y/n's throat like it's his last ever head, two hands in her hair. he's redder than oscar's ever seen him, curls stuck to his forehead like glue and muscles straining as he pulls his girlfriend on and off his cock.

"fuckkk— shit, i'm gonna cum," he groans out, hand moving to rub into y/n's clit. she's writhing, legs shaking as she slobbers all over the dick in her mouth and lando's face turns pained with pleasure, unmoving, as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

oscar can't stop his orgasm anymore, and it tumbles over him like a tsunami, hips snapping as he fills y/n deep. the sound of high pitched moans cry from lando's mouth, body trembling with the intensity of his climax and just as oscar slowly dwindles from his high, y/n is clenching around him so tightly and a gush of wetness splashes against his thigh.

his head whips down to see his legs drenched and oscar— he's mesmerised.

"shit, y/n," it's an awed whisper, "you're squirting?"

his voice sounds fucked out, and lando's eyes are sliding open, curious. the sound of liquid falling onto the bedding is so damning, and oscar pulls out to watch as her pussy clenches and pushes more out.

it's beautiful, what he's seeing.

"oh my God."

lando gently pushes her mouth off his dick and y/n's sobbing, back arching as she convulses.

"let it all out, baby," lando caresses her cheeks, "look at you being so good for oscar."

and at that, oscar figures he could get used to this, for as long as times wills.

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) tells the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland.

What was meant as an April Fool's joke somehow turns Night Raven College into a battlefield.

Idea by anon.

"Why did you go around and tell the dorm leaders out of all people that they're the most handsome person in the world? Why, (Y/n)?"

Deuce paced back and forth between the fire place and the couch of Ramshackle's living room, his hands crossed behind back. The frown on his face deepened even more when he found you lazily lounging on a nearby recliner.

"I thought it would be funny to see everyone's reaction!" you said and laughed to yourself. "And actually, seeing Riddle turn as red as his hair was hilarious. Also, you should have heard Idia's screaming through the tablet."

Ace's lips quirked upwards into a grin. "Okay, that does sound funny."

"Quit the yapping," Grim yelled from the other side of the living room. He had a few wooden boards in his arms and a hammer balanced on top. "I need help barricading the windows."

"Right." A hum of exasperation escaped Deuce's lips while he pointed into the direction where all the commotion was coming from. The noise must have originated from the main building, and the fact that it was still audible in the Ramshackle mansion was incredibly concerning. "I don't think you realise how dire the situation is out there."

"Did someone call me?" a newcomer suddenly asked.

All four of you whirled around to find Crowley standing by the entrance to the living room. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest. Without allowing you any time to react to his sudden appearance, he rushed over to your side with wide steps. His heavy shadow loomed over you.

"Oh, it's just you, Headmaster," you began and sat up. "How are you—"

He interrupted you with a dramatic sigh. "You truly offend me, my darling child." Without further explanation, he put his hand to his forehead and sank into the couch, right next to you.

"What?" You sat up straight. "What have I done now?"

"You go around telling the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in the world! But you forgot about me?" A playfully offended frown decorated his face. When the resident ghosts dared to peek around the corner in curiosity, he addressed them immediately, "Did the prefect also compliment you three?"

"Of course!" the ghost in the middle exclaimed dreamily. His eyes practically took the shape of hearts when he put his hands to his chest. "My heart began beating so quickly, I thought I had come back from the dead. The prefect truly has a way with charming people, dead or alive."

His reply had the headmaster sink into the cushions of his seat even further. "Oh, how you wound me..."

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in innocent confusion. "Is that why you came here, Headmaster?"

At his words, Crowley lazily rose to his feet again and straightened his cloak. "Partly, yes." He cleared his throat, although he sent you one last glare before moving on, "I also came because the entire campus is a warzone. The dorms have decided to band together and fight against each other to defend their leader's honour. Everyone thinks the others are lying."

"See?" Grim pointed to the windows he had already barricaded. "And you think I'm the one overreacting?"

The volume of his voice had you rolling your eyes. "Calm down, everyone." Then, you finally summoned the willpower to rise to your feet. "Can't I just talk to them?"

"You must, since you are the perpetrator."

A rush of annoyance came over you. The constant noise from the main building caused a headache to form. You rubbed the bridge of your nose. "It was just an April Fool's joke... I didn't think anyone would take it this seriously," you muttered in resignation. "These boys... Fine, I'll go out and clear things up."

Grim stopped you before you could leave the living room. His large blue eyes shone meaningfully. "Henchhuman, just in case you don't return, I wanted to tell you that..." he trailed off and took your hand into his paws. "I'll be taking your favourite scarf! You won't need it anymore, right?"

At once, you ripped your hands out of his grasp. "You're an idiot, Grim," you grumbled and simply walked around him to exit the building.

Deuce came rushing after you. "We'll accompany you, (Y/n). That's what friends are there for."

"Really? Do we have to?" Ace asked with raised eyebrows. He seemed reluctant, still remaining by the fire place where he had last stopped pacing. But even he wasn't immune to Deuce's pressing gaze, and with the headmaster joining in, he was done for. Begrudingly throwing his hands into the air, he joined your side. "Fine..."

"I'll stay here," Grim yelled after the three of you, "to make sure they don't break in and steal my tuna."

"They're in the Hall of Mirrors. Please stop them before they destroy my prized mirrors!"

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"I knew you were a schemer, Azul. But I didn't take you for a liar."

"You call me a liar, Riddle? Me and my business are very much trustworthy. The same couldn't be said about you, though."

You arrived in the Hall of Mirrors not a second too late. The place was packed to the brim with students from every dorm. Just blinking once had been enough to lose track of Ace and Deuce. And by now, you had given up on finding them in this huge mass of people. You would have never thought that you would one day see so many people fit into this hall. But here you were, struggling to make your presence known with the loud and large crowd.

You could already see most of the dorm leaders facing off against each other in the very middle, where the students had formed a pit. But none of them seemed to hear your voice over all the murmuring.

"Come on, let's get this over with quickly," Leona said and rolled his eyes. "As soon as we have established that you're all in the wrong, I can go back to doing something more productive, such as napping."

"Guys, why can't we all be the most handsome person in the world together? I'd be open to sharing the title," Kalim said in worry when he noticed how everyone's voice dripped with malice.

"As a matter of fact, 'most handsome' is the superlative form and implies that the title is exclusively reserved for one person only." Everyone's eyes solely lay on Malleus as he spoke, his deep and calm voice bouncing off the walls to reach your ears. The air turned cold out of a sudden, and nobody dared to whisper even a single word — not even you.

But Rook dared to cut through the tangible air with his cheery voice. "Oh, a fight for beauty! This battle will be legendary!" he exclaimed in excitement, as if he had been born for this very moment. "I will gladly defend your honour, Vil."

His dorm leader didn't seem to reciprocate his enthusiasm, however. "Quit it, Rook. We all know that the prefect's compliment for all of us was in mere vain — a joke to gauge our reaction," Vil said and flicked his wrist elegantly. "Tell everyone to return to whatever they were doing previously, I have more important matters to attend to."

"Ortho, can you get me more popcorn—" a voice came from the floating tablet in the first row. An embrassed shriek escaped its speakers once everyone turned their attention to it. "Oh, I forgot to mute... Sorry, everyone." And on cue, the speakers went silent.

An awkward cough went through the crowd, but the dorm leaders quickly returned to facing off against each other.

"So, shall we begin?"

"I suppose."

Just as one was about to make the first move, you managed to stumble into the middle of the pit. "No, stop it!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.

A round of gasps went through the crowd, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden arrival. Vil was the only exception. "Ah, the prefect has arrived," the dorm leader drawled. Knowing chuckles escaped his perfectly painted lips. "Now, would you mind enlightening the others about your little joke?"

"Right, tell the others who you really think is the most handsome."

"Yes, I want to see the grins wiped off their faces."

You hated yourself after having gazed upon their expectant faces. Most of them wore a pair of puppy eyes that gleamed brightly with eagerness. Unable to face them, you lowered your gaze in shame. "Actually, I told every one of you that you were the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland." Nervous chuckles escaped your lips when the entire hall went deadly silent. You raised your hands into the air defensively. "Please, it was just a joke. Today is April Fool's, guys."

Riddle clicked his tongue. "A punishment for unfunny jokes is in order."

"You hurt our feelings, (Y/n)!" Kalim cried out and put his hands on his hips. When Jamil handed him a handkerchief, the dorm leader blew his nose loudly.

An unreadable smile appeared on Azul's face. "Perhaps it is time we banded together," he suggested, as if negotiating for a contract.

Your smile turned more nervous by the second, especially when they began to circle you. "Guys? It was kinda funny, don't you think?" you said, suddenly unable to hold in your laughter anymore. "Your reactions were priceless."

"Get the prefect!" everyone yelled at once.

[heeheegf]

Family’s friend- Lee H.

leeheeseungxfem!reader

heeseung and reader are “friends”, or better said, their families are friends. this up until they end up in the same room while being in a holiday all together.

warnings_ mention of smoking,cuss words, pet names,kissing,doggy position,fingering,breeding,aftercare,reader is very shy and innocent,heeseung is experienced.

reader is 18, heeseung is 23

minors DNI,mature content

i’ve written this at 2 a.m. so prolly there are some mistakes

“mom do i really have to share the room with him?” she says talking to her mother on the phone. “sweetie, we didn’t have anymore rooms available. this could be a way for you to become friends,right?” “yeah mom..” she glances at him across the room “anyway mom, i’m gonna take a shower now. talk to you later”. she hangs up the phone. she looks up again at him, this time he’s looking at her. she gets up and takes something from her bag. “do you wanna smoke heeseung?”, she says almost in a whisper. “yeah sure” he says as he stands up from the bed and walks out on the balcony.

they quietly sit outside, puffing on their cigarettes, but without even glancing at each other once. “do we really have to sleep on the same bed?” she breaks the silence “yup, no other room available according to our parents” he says, as she rolls her eyes. He chuckles and looks at her. "They did this in purpose you know? They're trying to make us get along…” he lets out an annoying laugh.” yeah whatever” "I think this time it'll work..." he says as he looks at her and blows smoke out of his mouth. “yeah no, i think i’ll pass” “c’mon, aren’t you excited to be rooming with me? you get the honour of staying in the same room as the amazing, talented, good looking heeseung.” he says jokingly in an exaggerated tone. “not even a little bit” she says with an annoyed face, “you’re so rude” he chuckles then blows smoke out of his mouth. “and you’re full of yourself” “it’s not my fault if it's true” he chuckles smugly “i mean look at me, i’m gorgeous.” “yeah and i’m ariana grande” he snickers “you're being dramatic. you can't deny how handsome i am." “keep dreaming heeseung” he laughs harder, noticing how mad she seems to be “you hate me and think I'm ugly... yet you still agreed to room with me. seem to me like you have a weird way of expressing your love for me." “i didn’t have a choice. i’d rather sleep on the floor than in the same bed with you” he chuckles “if you want, you could just sleep on me y’know~" he says teasingly. she makes a disgusted face as she seemed to be blushing a little bit. "so you think sleeping next to me is gross but you wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor? i swear girls never make sense… or do you have a crush on me? is that why you hate me? because you don’t want to admit your feelings?" he says jokingly as she avoids his gaze and shakes her head. his smirk turns smug as he sees her avoiding eye contact. “ooo, someone is blushing~” “i..i’m not..” he moves slightly closer to her and touches her cheek, turning her face towards him. “oh yeah? it doesn’t look like that to me.” he says as his smirk deepens. his touch was gentle and warm, enough to make her melt under it. she looks at him, but not in the eyes. his look deep and gentle. he stares at her as he brings her chin up with his hand so that she wouldn't be able to escape. “uhm.. i think i’ll go inside, it’s getting kinda chilly”. his smirk becomes even more mischievous.”nah. stay here and let's talk about how you really feel” his voice was warm and soothing, he looked deep into her eyes. his eyes glowed. “i feel okay. i’m great” "you’re avoiding my question. tell me how you really feel about me..." he says as he keeps his eyes fixed on hers. his gaze was like a spell, it was hard to look away and the tension in the air was getting thicker. “you’re.. uhm.. a family friend..” he laughs “so that’s how you feel about me? i’m just simply a family friend? nothing more?" she nods still unable to keep eye contact. “well, maybe this could be the perfect chance to get closer, don’t you think?” he leans even closer to her, their faces almost touching. his breathing gets heavier as he looks at her, their eyes locked together. “i..” she tries to say, but he takes his hand and puts it gently on her mouth, stopping her from speaking. he leans even closer to her. “shh, don't speak just yet... don't you think we could be more than family friends? don’t you have the sudden urge to kiss me?". she shakes her head, obviously lying. he grabs her face gently with his hand and strokes her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. he leans in slowly and moves his lips slightly towards her, only a few millimetres away by now. the air was heavy with the scent of her breath and the anticipation of what was to come, so much that it was almost suffocating. “just let me kiss you~". she closes her eyes and waits for him to do something. his voice lowers as he whispers: "good girl~". his breath is hot on her lips. only fractions of a second were separating their lips. he was still leaning towards her, about to kiss her. and then, there they are. they lips meet softly.

seconds, minutes passes around them as they move their lips like a slow but sensual dance. her lips are tinted in a cherry color, same with her cheeks. his hair is messy cause of her slim fingers pulling it slowly. as she feels out of breath she slowly pulls herself away from the kiss. he smiles at her and chuckles after she pulled away. “see? i knew you wanted it.” he says teasingly. “i..” he grins smugly, leaning back on his seat. “you didn’t deny it." he looks at her, still grinning. “you must have a soft spot for me. that’s why you hate me so much, because of your feelings for me. just like every girl, you’re just so damn embarrassed to admit it. because to be honest, i never thought a girl like you would be so easily attracted to a guy like me.” she doesn’t answer, she just tries to look away from him. “just tell me the truth, i promise i won’t make fun of you or something” he says in a caring and sweet voice “i just know you don’t like me, you always tease me and annoy me..”. he laughs once again at her words. he can’t believe how stubborn she is. she was so clueless yet he had so much fun messing with her like this. “and how do you know that exactly? i could be into you but you just won’t admit that I am.” he’s joking, obviously, but his eyes stay fixed on hers as a playful grin spreads on his face. “like i said, you always tease me for everything” she looks at him. “yeah, and for some reason you always take it to heart, that’s why I keep doing it. come on though, you know the only reason why I’m messing with you is cuz I think you’re cute, right?”. she shakes her head, she can’t believe this is happening. she gets up and tries to leave but he grabs her hand to stop her from getting up. “where do you think you're going? what, you want to run away from your feelings? just face it and admit it already. come on, let me hear you say it.". she is very embarrassed right now “i.. like..” "you like? you like what?" he says, teasingly. his grip firm on her hand, he smiles back in satisfaction as he sees how his words made her speechless. “..you” "me? me what? you like me? is that it?" he leaned closer and stared at her. she nods her head as she’s too shy to speak. this gave him the permission to grab her by the arm and pull her back in the room. he gently pins her against the wall. he kisses her cheek, slowly getting closer to her ear where he starts playing her lobe with his tongue. “am i your first?” he whispers in her ear, just to kiss her lobe again. she just nods, she feels too speechless and embarrassed cause this is happening to her. his eyes glow as he sees her nod. he was enjoying teasing her like this. so innocent and naive, so gullible. he couldn't help but let out a smirk. “does that mean I'm gonna have to take things really slowly with you, huh?" “y-yes..”. his eyes glow as he stares into her eyes. his voice is soft and tender as he speaks. “how come you haven't had a boyfriend yet?" “they don’t really like me because i get shy and embarrassed easely”. he presses his nose on her neck as he slowly kisses it “well.. they don’t know what they are loosing right how”. “heeseung..” she looks at him in the eyes, looking for an approval to speak. “you are used to girls who have already fucked?” “yeah, pretty much” “so does this mean you don’t wanna fuck tonight, right?” “hm, why are you asking this? i thought it was pretty clear. but yes, i would like to, if you want to and if you feel ready and comfortable”. as she hears those words, she grabs him by the collar of the hoodie and kisses him. this kiss was different from the previous kiss. it’s more passionate, it feels like they are trying to eat each other. they are tasting each other’s tongues, exploring their mouths.

he slowly pushes her on the bed. as he’s towering on her, he trails sweet kisses on her neck then down to her chest where he stays for some seconds teasing her sensitive nipples. she tries to contain her moans, but this doesn’t suit well to him. “mh? why are you trying to be quiet baby? let me hear you, let me hear how good i’m making you feel”. he starts undressing her from every piece of clothing she has on. he removes her shorts, and proceeds to remove her panties to. after he’s done undressing her, he makes his way in between her thighs, teasing her wet core. “already so wet baby?” he says as he looks up at her, who has covered her eyes in embarassement. he rubs her puffy clit, fingers slipping through her folds, and teasing her hole. “please hee.. do something”. he smirks, and puts a finger in her aching core. she lets out a quite loud moan. just like that he keeps rocking his fingers, making her see stars. his fingers move faster and faster as he feels her getting closer. “hee, i’m gonna cum..” she says before shaking and twitching on his fingers. he slowly removes his fingers from her, to then proceeding to undressing himself. “baby, do you wanna do a plain missionary?” he asks before positioning himself. “n-no, i want it like this”. she rolls on her stomach and raises her ass upwards. he smirks as playfully slaps her bum. “you’re so naughty”. he positions himself between her legs before slowly putting his tip, then his whole length inside of her. she puts her head in between the pillows to suffocate the moans. he puts his hands on her hips and rocks them on his member. he stills tries to keep himself calm to not hurt her. but she keeps pushing her hips to his, trying to get some more. he notices, and grabs a hand full of her hair and pulls her up. “if you want more, just ask for it baby..” he says before starting to rail her up. she’s moaning (or should i say shouting) his name nonstop. she has her eyes closed, she’s panting, and she’s definitely enjoying it as she’s clenching on him. as the clenches get more frequent, he can feel she’s about to come. this time she doesn’t even say it, she just twitches and her moans get higher in pitch. he cums in her, and after a few thrusts he pulls himself out, watching his hot cum slipping out of her.

she falls out of breath on the bed, followed by him. “you did so good baby for your first time” he says as he pulls her closer to his chest. he keeps stroking her hair, telling her how good she did. he hugs her until he feels she has fallen asleep in his arms. finally he is with the girl he has always loved ever since they were kids.

hii babes, this is my first story. i hope you liked it. lmk if there are some mistakes, and send any asks if you’d like to see me writing something else. kisses

-sasa🫶🏻

[cookiekissers]

Good time steemed folk! If it isn't much of a bother may i request a yandere ananas dragon cookie x reader both being hcs and little bit of a drabble please? (They're my favorite dragon and they barely have any fics, much less any male reader fics😔)

[Yandere Ananas Dragon x Male Reader]

[Short Fic + HCs]

[HCS]

Ananas Dragon Cookie is very protective of you, like they are with all the Cookies who inhabit their island, but it's very clear that you are special.

They tend to keep their distance from you so that it's not totally obvious they're interested in you, but they're always watching.

Because of this, Ananas visits your tribe a lot more often to check up on you, but excuses the frequent visits as them wanting to bask in the Cookie's admiration and worship.

However, Ananas Dragon Cookie quickly can't handle the distance between you two even with daily visits. They often spiral when alone in their nest thinking about what you may be doing without them, who may be talking to you, or who may be touching you.

With Ananas being so prideful, these kinds of thoughts drive them insane. They view themselves as the only one worthy of your attention and affection. When they visit the tribe, they will become highly defensive of you when they perceive any Cookie as getting a little too close or friendly with you as a slight towards them.

Ananas Dragon Cookie hasn't confessed their feeling yet, but they already see you as theirs. Their mate.

So expect Ananas to be much more physical with you than anyone else. This is the dragon's way of subtlety marking you with their scent, and telling others that you are taken. (But this is something only other dragons and non-Cookies can pick up on. You are none the wiser.)

Because Ananas Dragon Cookie has picked you as their mate, they will be 10x more protective. Any Cookie who gets too close to you will suddenly be punished by Ananas for messing with what's his.

These punishments will range from a mild slap on the wrist to more harsh punishments. Ananas won't crumble anyone, because they still care for the Cookies on their island, but they will make it clear that no one is to mess with you.

Despite how possessive Ananas is over you, they still don't want to be seen fraternizing with Cookies. So Ananas will often request (aka demand) you, and only you, come to his palace to spend time with them, usually under the guise of giving offerings or doing work for them.

That's when the gifts start to roll in. Ananas will start to shower you with treasures from their hoard. Gold coins, jewelry, relics, trinkets, you name it! Only the best for their mate.

These gifts are another way of them marking you, so anytime you wear something they gifted you, Ananas will puff up their chest and be so smug about it.

The final, and most important gift, comes in the form of a single golden scale. Ananas Dragon Cookie is very prideful, so to give a piece of themself to a Cookie is a big deal and a high honour. You have no idea, but this is essentially a marriage proposal. When you innocently accept the gift, your fate has been sealed.

[ONESHOT]

It was another beautiful day in your paradise of an island home. Things around your village had become more active once the Golden Dragon had begun to visit more often.

It was exciting. Ananas Dragon Cookie was usually pretty solitary and only came down from their nest to check in on the tribe once in a while. So everyone was in a bright mood, Artichoke Cookie played their drums happily, adding to the lively nature of the village.

You were busy gathering fruit for Ananas Dragon Cookie's offering. Sorting through the baskets of produce, you carefully pick out the sweetest and ripest fruits that the tribe had grown and gathered. You added flowers you knew the dragon favoured, and included some pretty shells you had collected from the beach by your home. This offering basket was a special one, as it was a personal thank you from you to Ananas Dragon Cookie for being so generous lately.

Recently, the Golden Dragon had been spending a lot of time with you and gifting you amazing treasures from their hoard. You didn't know what brought on this sudden change in the dragon but your heart fluttered in your chest at each and every gesture. It seemed you had somehow become Ananas Dragon Cookie's favourite, and they had specifically requested that you be the one to handle and bring their offerings to their nest from now on. You couldn't help when your face flushed at the thought of the handsome, strong Ananas Dragon Cookie paying you any kind of attention. They had started becoming affectionate with you when the other tribe's Cookies weren't watching not too long ago. Remembering how the dragon Cookie had pulled you away from the village to embrace you in secret, made your heart skip. The thought of being able to spend extra time with Ananas Dragon Cookie again that day filled your heart with giddiness and you rushed to finish your gift.

The basket was heavy with all the tribute, but you lugged it up the temple steps leading to Ananas Dragon Cookie's palace with determination.

Torches by the entrance flickered and wavered in the wind as you entered the nest. The walls and floor were golden polished stone and the hall in front of you branched off into a maze of different corridors. A long diamond-patterned rug led you to Ananas Dragon Cookie's throne room, where the dragon stalked back and forth seemingly agitated. The Gold Dragon's tail spiky scaled tail lashed back and forth.

"Ananas Dragon Cookie!" You called, announcing your presence. At the sound of your voice, Ananas Dragon Cookie perked up. Their wings opened with a loud swoop and they swiftly flew towards you, gracefully landing in front of you.

"There you are, what made you keep me waiting?" Ananas Dragon Cookie grumbled in displeasure. You peeked up at them bashfully over the basket.

"I wanted to make sure this offering was perfect, " you replied shyly. Ananas Dragon Cookie's grumpy expression slowly melted away. They glanced down at the basket in your arms, filled with fresh flowers and fruits. Oh, they had almost forgotten your visits were mainly to supply offerings.

"I understand. Next time, don't be late." Ananas Dragon Cookie said coolly. You nodded your head eagerly.

You gasped suddenly as the Ananas Dragon Cookie scooped you up in their arms and, using its strong wings, glided to its throne. With a gentle touch, they sat down, crossed their legs, and rested you on their lap, holding you close in the warmth of their embrace. You still clutched onto your tribute basket, trying to hide your flushed face.

Ananas Dragon Cookie noticed the way you were eyeing them and smirked. They gently pulled the basket away from you, and placed it off to the side of their throne.

"Now, why don't we continue where we left off last time, hm?" They suggested, their voice so deep it almost sounded like a purr. Chills went up your back, but you were completely tongue-tied that you couldn't speak. Your face felt so hot that you were sure that you could faint at any moment.

Ananas Dragon Cookie tugged you roughly and made you straddle them. The Gold Dragon grabbed one of your wrists and forced you to wrap your arms around their shoulders. They pressed the tips of their claws against your neck and lifted your chin so they had full access to your vulnerable neck. Ananas Dragon Cookie's warm lips eagerly latched onto your dough, and a rush of excitement ran through you. Your stomach was doing flips. They kissed, sucked and licked your dough greedily. Unable to get enough. Your breath caught in your throat.

Ananas Dragon Cookie drew away from your neck, leaving love bites behind before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Their lips were demanding, demanding for submission. It was desperate and full of desire, but Ananas Dragon Cookie was gentle enough to allow you to enjoy their attention. You could feel Ananas Dragon Cookie's strong, yet gentle hands moving across your body, feeling every inch of you.

You let yourself go. You couldn't help it. Ananas Dragon Cookie's kisses and the feel of their touch were addicting. All too soon, Ananas Dragon Cookie pulled back, leaving a breaking string of saliva between your tongues. Your breath shook as you panted softly.

They took a moment to admire how cute you looked like this, and how even more adorable you would look underneath them.

While you recovered, Ananas Dragon Cookie took that moment to pull out a small trinket. They purred and embraced you tenderly. You sighed happily, enjoying being in the dragon's arms. You parted and Ananas Dragon Cookie offered you a necklace.

"This is for you." They said, almost shyly. It was one of Ananas' scales fixed to a thin gold chain. Your eyes widened in wonder and you carefully brushed the golden scale.

"So that I will always remain close to you." Ananas Dragon Cookie explained, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You laughed softly and accepted the gift, quickly slipping it over your head.

"Thank you." You murmured, looking up at Ananas Dragon Cookie with adoration. The giddiness in your stomach bubbled up, and you giggled, throwing your arms around your dragon protector's shoulders happily and hugging them tightly. The Gold Dragon chuckled and returned the embrace with a smile.

Never, did Ananas think, that they would ever take a Cookie as a mate, but here they were.

[anattmar]

they're innocent, your honour

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Meet the characters appeared at the Prime page! :) Maggie's shop... 👀

AZIRAPHALE

Aziraphale is an angel who loves his life on earth. He is intelligent, enthusiastic and sometimes a little bewildered. He feels like heaven could do with a great deal of improvement, but he loves God and the ideals of heaven and will do everything in his power to do good.

CROWLEY

Crowley is a demon who plays by his own rules. Honourable, unsatisfied and idealistic, he has always dreamt of a better world but is pragmatic about the one that exists. Even when he was working with hell, he wasn’t quite the wholehearted demon others imagined him to be.

GABRIEL

Gabriel is an archangel but isn’t very angelic at all. Gabriel is fundamentally appalling. He can be self-obsessed, narcissistic and frankly, everyone’s worst boss. The smooth running of heaven is Gabriel’s greatest priority. Whether he’s succeeding or not is another story.

MAGGIE

Maggie owns the Small Back Room record shop next to Aziraphale’s bookshop. Even though the shop is struggling, she still loves running it. Maggie is hopeful, a dreamer who always follows her heart. She’s the type of person you’d want by your side when push comes to shove.

NINA

Nina is the owner of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death, the coffee shop across the road from Aziraphale’s bookshop. A hypercompetent realist, Nina is great at what she does and cares about her customers, though her current relationship takes up 98 percent of her attention.

SHAX

Shax is an ambitious demon who is taking over Crowley’s role on earth. She has spent around half an eternity working for a better job in hell, and her time has finally come. Shax lives for her work and aims to climb the ladder of power (which feels like hell).

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub is a desperate, harassed boss who is trying to run the day-to-day madness of hell. This fly-emitting Prince of Hell is dealing with staff shortages and a lack of resources because, let’s face it, there is a lot more “dead person processing” in hell than in heaven.

MURIEL

Muriel is a low-level recording angel. They're innocent, enthusiastic and unworldly. Muriel doesn’t have a lot of experience with earth and is still learning the ropes. When they get to experience anything that’s not their day-to-day in heaven, they're delighted.

[yallemagne]

why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand

You asking me?

The answer is voyeurism.

Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.

EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.

Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)

This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.

But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?

But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?

It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.

But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.

... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.

[ilminnestrone]

Angeal Hewley.

Angeal Hewley, the child who learnt too early that things like money, toys and food are scarce commodities. That if you buy that fabulous wooden sword from the carpenter, you might not have the money to buy bread. That if you eat more than one slice of said bread with your dinner, you might have to skip breakfast tomorrow. Whose father taught him that values like loyalty, respectability and honour are also scarce commodities that you can't afford to diminish or lose, because they're not easily earned back.

Angeal Hewley, the boy who soon learnt that health and time are scarce commodities too, when the same father fell ill in order to buy something beautiful, powerful and ultimately superfluous to make him happy: an equal exchange, a life for a life-taker, a death for an instrument of death. Happiness, however, was not part of the deal. Tears, however, he used all of them, and never cried again.

So Angeal Hewley, the young man, began to think that everything around him was a scarce commodity. Opportunities and failures. Victories and losses. Friends and foes. Leaving for Midgar meant holding on to the scarce commodity that was Genesis; joining the army, not losing the privilege of his time. Missions were a way out of poverty. Returning victorious was a way out of dishonour.

But he couldn't afford to waste even his days off sleeping in and lazing around. Every free minute was hoarded for the lean times. Every hobby was a way of saving for later: cooking a meal in advance for the bad days when even chewing seemed an insurmountable obstacle; growing plants so that when the time came for them to bloom, there would be something pretty to look at; taking a photograph to remember happy moments when in times of misery.

He couldn't waste kisses on people he'd never see again. Pleasure was a scarse commodity too, lovers just another beautiful thing not to be overused for fear of rusting or scratching them: the rare times, their satisfaction came first, and he was happy with the leftovers, as if it were impossible to enjoy both equally. “Live a little,” someone told him, while he was still buried inside them; but what if he had wasted a little life in doing so?

Angeal Hewley, the man who wondered if love was a scarce commodity when he discovered there were two men he wanted by his side. Who wondered again as he became more father than teacher to a boy too young to play in the war. That he was certain that innocence surely is, when he saw him kill for the first time and saw him realise that it was anything but a game.

Angeal Hewley, who would discover that unspoken words cannot be saved for later. Who  hoped to the last that even pain was a scarce commodity, as he watched the man he had grown up with rotting before his eyes, and the mind of the only other companion he had ever had fading day by day: the day he realised that his body and mind were degrading, he hoped that his suffering might lessen that of Genesis and Sephiroth. Who prayed that death itself was a scarce commodity, when he asked Zack to kill him, and that his sacrifice might spare that of others.

It turns out that if there is one thing that is by no means a scarce commodity, it is the greed of the masters.

[lovelybugsworld]

Arthur Morgan Headcanons!

(High Honour)

☆ Arthur has a habit of ominously looming over people when he's interested in what they're doing. It's a habit that stems from childhood, and he doesn't seem to realise it's unnerving to most.

☆ Arthur is overly critical of his artwork, never really liking anything he creates. He knows he's good at art, but the imperfections in his sketches genuinely make him frustrated.

☆Arthur is a total perfectionist through and through. His handwriting is the slightest bit sloppy? He's pulling the entire page out. His posture needs to be perfect at all times, his guns need to be cleaned regularly, etc.

☆ He can be a bit of a show off when he knows he's good at something. Art competitions? He's entering them, and winning. Horse racing? Hell yeah. Shooting bottles? Easy. Games at camp? Count him in. And he absolutely will rub it in your face after if he won. Otherwise, he will refuse to speak of it again lol.

☆ He has slight people pleasing tendencies when it comes to people he cares about.

☆absolutely adores animals, big and small. He could sit out watching them in the wilderness all day. He treats his horses like babies, often putting their needs above his own. He will pet every dog and cat he sees in town. Sometimes he feels bad about hunting if the animal died in a lot of pain, but otherwise, not really. He sees it as natural, a fact of life.

☆ Feels a lot of guilt for killing as many people as he did. It plagues his mind at nighttime when he thinks about their friends and family, and how they might've reacted to the news.

☆ Tries to avoid conflict with innocents, but isn't afraid to stand his ground against them either.

☆ Was a smart mouthed teenager. Throughly enjoyed pissing people off. Sometimes, he still does, but not nearly as much as he did then.

☆ Really does love John, despite his annoyance with him. He considers him a little brother but doesn't express it often. He enjoys spending time with him, despite being snappy or insulting him.

☆ He's a very gentle, loyal person at heart, despite his profession corrupting him. In another life, he would've been a rancher, living on a farm with a wife and kids. Perhaps that was what he wanted to do all along. It's a shame, really.

☆ He would've loved scrapbooking. I do not take criticism.

☆ Presses flowers in the back of his journal.

☆ sneezes. so. loud. Like, at camp it doesn't matter where he is everyone will hear it and immediately know it's Arthur.

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! ♡