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[horechattalove]

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[glossykissies]

omggg just imagine soldier boy hunched over you driving into you at the speed of light pushing your thighs back so far with his supe strength you think you might knee yourself in the face

you keep crying for him whining daddy over and over again and he just tells you to “shut the fuck up” 🥲

you love when he gets all serious and concentrated, hands holding your legs up behind your knees, thick biceps tenses as he fucks you through the mattress with his brow frowned. its a moment where he seems… human. desperate for release, and knowing your clingy, slick walls are the only thing that can bring him that is a god-tier ego boost.

your brain is mush by this point, given that off principle soldier boy had fucked you through roughly three orgasms — making your convulsing hole so sloppy that strings of your release would string to his base each time he pulled out to thrust, and a wet slapping sound filled the room.

“mmph, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!” you cry, because it’s all you can cry when he’s holding you down and ruining you like that.

“yeah i know baby.” he husks, thinking it’ll hush you but you continue, whining and squealing with each time he fucks in, bed violently creaking.

“da—daddy!” you wail, and he grunts — lips pressed together as he forces you back open when you clench too hard.

“ease up.” he instructs in concentration, but you’re hysterical— grabbing wherever you can reach.

“da—” you’re silenced by a hand over your mouth as he rocks you harder into the bed, jaw clenched.

“shut the fuck up, would you?” he all but growls, eyes shutting as he works himself up to your release. at his meanness, you do too.

[tokyus]

✧ ࣪ ( 🪦 ) ─ ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹

[princessantisocial]

𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

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[lachatalovematcha]

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[girlrotterr]

I love your history!! But please add some flirting with reader x director to make the girls jealous xD I want to see their reaction

OMG!! absolutely loved this idea so here's a little drabble! (don't be shy to request anything!)

The four of you found yourselves seated in front of elegant vanities, each adorned with makeup items. The room was glamourous, with its milky white walls and vintage pink vanities.

The director stood at the front of the room, her arms crossed with a stern expression. "Today, girls," she began, "we're going to learn the art that is makeup. You don't ever want to look a mess in front of a man, or he will think you’re  a slob!"

The director continued her lecture, her voice tinged with bitterness as she emphasized the importance of always looking your best. "Because let me tell you, girls," she said, her tone a hint of resentment, "if you don't doll yourself up, if you let yourself go for even a second, he'll start looking elsewhere. And next thing you know, he leaves you for his twink assistant!”

The director picked up various makeup products, her gaze scanning over each of you with a critical eye.

"Anyway," she continued, "I'll be monitoring your techniques closely. We can't have any of you looking like messes now, can we?"

Ellie let out a frustrated groan, but before she could protest further, the director's hand came down with a sharp slap on the back of her head. "Ow, uh!" Ellie exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot at the back of her head.

"Since you're so eager to begin, Williams, I'll be monitoring you first," the director announced, her tone firm.

Ellie sighed and reached for a concealer, but the director swiftly slapped her hand away. "Dude, what the fuc—" 

"Skin prep first, Williams!" the director commanded, her voice sharp with authority.

Abby and Dina couldn't contain their amusement, sharing snickering glances as they watched Ellie.

───

The director moved on to you, "Let's see what you got here," she said, reaching out to lift your chin gently.

As her eyes met yours, you could see a flicker of surprise in her expression. There was a moment of silence as she seemed mesmerized by your gaze, her own eyes widening slightly with a hint of curiosity.

You couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, "I-is there something wrong?" you asked.

The director's cheeks flushed slightly as she seemed to snap out of her trance. "Oh-, yes actually," she stammered, pointing to your lips. "Your lipstick is smudged."

You quickly reached up to touch your lips, feeling a sinking sensation in your stomach as you realized she was right. "Oh, I'm so sorry," you muttered, feeling embarrassed. 

"Do not apologize," she said softly, her voice laced with a hint of warmth. "I will fix it for you, darling." The director's touch was surprisingly gentle as she smoothed away the lipstick with a wipe. She delicately grazed your lips and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your chest. 

"You have beautiful lips," she remarked, her voice low and husky as her gaze locked with yours. The intensity of her stare made your heart race. 

Ellie shot her head up at the compliment the director gave you, causing her to ruin her already shaky eyeliner. The director continued to wipe your lip, her touches lingering longer than necessary, "Gorgeous eyes as well," she added, her gaze intensifying as she looked at you from beneath her lashes. "Especially from this view..."

The three girls exchanged knowing glances, their eyes widening as they realized what was happening. 

Abby's jaw clenched tightly, a visible sign of her annoyance. Dina, unable to contain her own jealousy, bit her lip nervously, her eyes darting between you and the director. Ellie, her own feelings bubbling up inside her, began to bounce her leg anxiously, a sign of her growing agitation.

The director's hand paused in its movement towards your shoulder, her attention shifting by a sudden impact against her back. She whirled around, her eyes narrowing in frustration as she spotted a open concealer lying on the floor. With a groan, she glanced at the back of her shirt in the vanity mirror, realizing it was stained.

"Who threw that!?" she demanded, her voice laced with irritation and impatience.

As the director approached the three of them, Dina nervously clenched the concealer wand in her hands. The tension in the room grew as the director's stern gaze swept over them.

"I am not asking again!" she said firmly, her patience wearing thin. 

Ellie quickly stood up, attempting to divert the attention away from Dina's direction. "Can you check my eyeliner?" she blurted out.

The director shook her head in frustration. "What—Williams, sit down!" she commanded, "Do not avoid my question!" 

The director's frustration peaked as Ellie persisted, shoving her face in close, “Check it! Check it! Cheeckk itt!!” 

"Williams, enough!" she yelled, attempting to push Ellie away from her.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Abby joined Ellie "Ignore Ellie, Miss! Check mine instead!" 

Abby and Ellie seized the opportunity, tackling the director to the floor in a sudden and unexpected move. Still pretending to care about her opinion on their makeup.

Meanwhile, Dina saw her chance and picked up the concealer tube from the floor. She approached the director with a concerned expression. "Director, I think the tube is cracked," Dina remarked, she then pretended to accidentally it, causing it to spill all over the director's face. Her features now coated in a messy layer of concealer. “Oh my god-! I’m soo sorryy” 

“Dina, for fucks sake! ARGH-” The director groaned as she struggled beneath Abby and Ellie's hold, her words muffled by their combined weight. Dina stepped back, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

[saizun]

late thanks for 4k and more ⋆˙♡₊˚ 🦢

[yogurtkags]

📚 + 🤖 for the ask game!

hi anon! thank you for sending these in < 3

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend? absolutely !! so so many writers that i enjoy, but here's a few i can think of at the top of my head (in no particular order):

@eggyrocks @causenessus love love love their smaus and world building !! i'm also enjoying @jadeoru's smudged lipstick a lot rn < 3

 @afyrian @tetzoro @atsumou @nectardaddy @bokutoko lots of yummy yummy fics to go through with these lovely people, there's something for everyone!

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic? only one of my friends know !! but a bunch do know that i enjoy writing in general

fanfic writer ask game!

[grimesthinker]

Jello :) need more of your thoughts on experienced rick x inexperienced daryl. cause in my mind it’s kind of hot if daryl picks up on it first but feels the need to tell rick. like daryl almost doesn’t feel worthy of y/n crush and channels it through his own desire of rick. but rick shows him how y/n gets wet even at the thought of daryl let along the sight of him even if rick is more used to picking up signs and guided daryl

i luvvv this and since rick is really dominate i’m thinking that having to guide daryl..… gets him off tbh…. >:)

rick basically already had you wrapped around his finger, so when he had a new favor to ask, you were more than happy to oblige.

“y’know daryl, right, sweetheart?” he asks, one of his strong hands gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

“mm hm.” you nod, looking up at him. “why?”

“need you to do somethin’ for me. you’d be happy to, wouldn’t you?”

“of course.” you give a sweet smile.

while rick explains to you, daryl’s in the other room listening in. he mumbles something to himself, embarrassed that he ever admitted anything to rick in the first place. of course rick had caught on to daryl’s little crush on you, he wasn’t oblivious. although you didn’t belong to him, rick was a possessive man. so when he confronted daryl about it, daryl was ready to deny any liking he had taken to you. to his surprise though, rick wasn’t upset. instead, he was kind of glad.

“the girl’s a fuckin’ vixen man, i gotta tell ‘ya.” rick had told daryl, practically bragging to him about you. “she looks shy, huh? an innocent little thing? nah.” rick was interested, to say the least, in how this would play out. truth be told, he actually kinda liked the thought of another man fucking his girl.

“daryl!..…” you call out softly, walking to the door. rick stands to the side of the room, watching it play out. daryl appears, walking towards you sheepishly. you grab his hand, leading him into the room.

you close the door behind you, touching daryl’s arm as you do so. you stand on your toes, whispering in the man’s ear. “easy, stud. i don’t bite.”

[lucywritesagain]

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[cursedtouch]

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era uma vez… uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! há, sim, estou falando de você saoirse quinn. você veio de dublin, irlanda e costumava ser poetisa/escritora por lá antes de ser enviado para o mundo das histórias. se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava  autografando livros, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. tá vendo só? você pode até ser divertida, mas você não deixa de ser uma baita de uma arrogante… se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de garota do toque amaldiçoado na história hansel e gretel… bom, eu desejo boa sorte. porque você vai precisar!

basics.

nome completo: saoirse wellis quinn

apelido: sasa

ocupação: bibliotecária auxiliar, na biblioteca principal

data de nascimento e zodíaco: 13 de outubro (sol em libra, lua em escorpião e ascendente em peixes)

gênero e orientação sexual: cisgênero feminino e pansexual

skeleton

traits.

traços positivos: divertida, destemida, leal, aventureira, racional, prudente e leal

traços negativos: arrogante, teimosa, impetuosa, impaciente, egoísta, reservada e desconfiada

hobbies: ioga, cerâmica, bordado, escrita criativa, restauração de livros, clube do livro

vícios:

aesthetics: feeling homesick while home, late night drives alone, unread text messages, confidence that could kill, driving fast, needing everything to be perfect, saving everyone but yourself, quiet music, smell before the rain, reading in the bathtub, working on your novel, always learning something new, organizing your bookshelf, inspired, 3am writing

physical.

cor e estilo do cabelo: saoirse tem um longo cabelo preto liso, que chega na metade de suas costas. quase sempre vai estar trançado ou preso em um rabo de cavalo, pela praticidade.

cor dos olhos: azuis

altura e peso: 168cm e 68kg

cicatrizes ou marcas de nascença: não possuí

tatuagens: não possuí

piercings: não possuí

biography.

saorise não pode dizer que teve uma vida difícil, na verdade, toda sua vida estava programa antes mesmo que ela pudesse tomar alguma escolha. por ser filha de um casal de advogados, esperava que ela fosse advogada e seguisse os passos de seus pais. mas não foi bem ainda… ainda pequena começou a desenvolver um gosto por literatura, dos gêneros mais variados. os pais sempre a alertaram que aquilo deveria ser apenas um hobby, passatempo enquanto ela se preparava para o que de fato era importante. a ironia do destino aplaca todo tipo de escritor, não é mesmo? mesmo antes de decidir que o direito não era seu destino, ela sentia que algo a chamava, que estava no caminho errado. foi apenas no ensino médio que decidiu desapontar os pais e seguir o caminho das letras. entrou na faculdade de literatura e linguística, onde se apaixonou ainda mais. os anos seguintes foram cheios de novas descobertas e gostos, com saoirse começando o gosto também por poemas. antes de sair da faculdade, já tinha alguns livros publicados e alguns milhares de exemplares vendidos. por ter crescido em uma cidade como dublin, acostumou-se a receber ensaios e manuscritos de outras pessoas, por isso sequer achou estranho quando um livro parou em sua porta, redirecionando para ela. era algo que nunca havia visto ou se assemelhava a qualquer conto que conhecia. consumida pela curiosidade, acabou por cair dentro da terra das histórias mágicas, com uma nova vida para seguir.

[drchoque]

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atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? ah, é victor frankenstein, da história frankenstein ! todo mundo te conhece… como não conhecer?! se gostam, aí é outra coisa! vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a enlouquecer como cientista… e aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja inteligente, você é cético, e é o que merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da sua história! pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no reino dos perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: médico e dono da clínica médica.

o personagem é dono ou cuida de algum lugar no reino dos perdidos?

é dono do clínica médica frankenstein e está aceitando perdidos, para todas as vagas, desde médicos, enfermeiros, técnicos, até auxiliares administrativos e recepcionistas.

como está a posição dele em relação aos perdidos? odiou ou amou?

ele, na verdade, não amou nem odiou, para ele nesse novo reino é meio indiferente, ele só quer focar na parte da ciência e em como eles podem contribuir para a clínica dele nesse mundo.  

basics.

nome completo: victor frankenstein

apelido: apesar de ser um nome fácil de dar apelido, ele nunca é chamado por eles, como vic.

ocupação: médico e dono da clínica médica

data de nascimento e zodíaco: 30 de junho (sol em gêmeos, lua em virgem e ascendente em áries)

gênero e orientação sexual: cisgênero masculino e pansexual

skeleton

traits.

traços positivos: inteligente, prático, organizado, determinado, discreto, atento e observador

traços negativos: cético, teimoso, exigente, ambicioso, fechado, sarcástico e manipulador

hobbies: talhar e esculpir em madeira, marcenaria, coleção de insetos e observação de pássaros

vícios: não possuí vícios, ao menos é o que diz a si mesmo, mas sabe que tem um fraco quando envolve álcool.

aesthetics: unsent postcards, distorted self portraits, disappearing into your room, uncertain paths, living in the shadows, feeling out of place, thunderstorms, black coffee, losing yourself in work, talking down to people, restless nights, broken glass, voice memos

physical.

cor e estilo do cabelo: é um loiro médio, quase escuro. ele mesmo corta o cabelo então é um corte padrão onde deixa a frente e em cima um pouco mais alto e os lados ais baixos, usa o cabelo quase sempre natural, evidenciando a curvatura dos fios.

cor dos olhos: são azuis, quase verdes, mas quase não dá para perceber porque quase sempre está de óculos escuros.

altura e peso: 191cm e 88kg

cicatrizes ou marcas de nascença: por conta de mexer com eletricidade, ele tem algumas marcas de bolhas nas mãos, mas são quase imperceptíveis

tatuagens: não possui

piercings: não possui

[glossykissies]

imagine being put on a leash by butcher hhhnnng

the groups attention is gained by the sound of your scuffled footsteps along side butchers heavy and certain ones, along with a clink of metal.

“no no no no, monsieur charcuter you cannot keep this poor girl on a leash!” frenchie hops out of his seat, striding desperately towards the two of you. butcher smirks, giving you a little tug so you fall into his side, happy enough.

“yeah uh, seriously we’re trying to teach her to be… normal? you probably shouldn’t—”

the younger man is interrupted by a hand in the air, butcher silencing the room to speak.

“its just so she don’t run off on us again like last time, unclench your arses will ya?” he sighs, like they’re the crazy ones for questioning him.

m.m steps up, arms folded over his chest and a disapproving eyebrow raise. “you do know she’s a supe right? that girl runs off on you whilst you’re holding her leash and she’s ripping that arm clean off. you want that?” he questions, and billy only tilts his head with that maddening smile.

“incorrect, son. our girl here’s got super speed, not strength.” he explains as he rounds the back of you to clamp two hands down on your shoulders as your tail bats against his thigh. “say she does do a runner on us,” he tugs on the leash around your neck. “s’taking her head clean off. you don’t want that poodle, do ya?” he cranes round to look at you.

“nope!” you chime and he huffs out a laugh.

“see?” he steps back, ruffling your head. “you cunts are forgetting how loyal dogs are.”

still being referred to as a ‘dog’ by butcher did sting a little and you didn’t know why, especially as you looked mostly like a regular girl aside from a few key differences. this is why at the end of the day, you thought it would be best to show him how much of a woman you really are.

of course, you still ended up with the leash around your neck when you were naked, getting bounced on butchers cock.

“there you go girl, there you fuckin’ go. didn’t know you were such a dirty little pup, gettin’ off on me leashing ya. i shoulda known, saw that look in y’eye when i clipped it on ya. should’a guessed it would get you all worked up.” he pants as he grips your hip, lifting his own to fuck you on his lap.

“just— just wanted to be good for you today!” you squeal, clawing at his chest which makes him wince, tugging your leash closer so your face was right in front of his.

“you were very, very fuckin good. that what you wanted to hear pup? that gonna make you cream for me?”

butcher knew you too well.

[tokyus]

✧ ࣪ ( 📜 ) ─ ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹

[princessantisocial]

𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑𖦹๋࣭ ⭑🍓⊹ 𖦹๋࣭ ⭑

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[lachatalovematcha]

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