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sometimes i have and idea for a post, i open tumblr, i write it, read it over and over again to find my silly english mistakes, think "cannot believe i thought of this i'm sick", save it on my drafts and close the app.
#honey talks#my drafts are SCARY#sometimes i schedule posts so i can pretend it wasn't me who wrote it#does that make sense#think not#oh well#sick and twisted mind
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I would know him in death, at the end of the world
#my Achilles and Patroclus my Orpheus and Eurydice#this has been in my drafts since November okay shoo get out#jayvik#arcane#Jayvik fanart#jayce talis#viktor arcane#arcane fanart#I’m scared to post art again why is this so scary#mine#my art#I wanna draw more arcane so bad
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outlaw!rafe x pogue!reader
c/w: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, rafe getting injured & reluctantly letting her clean him up, slightly suggestive, 18+ mdni!
wc: 2k
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It’s past midnight and Rafe is driving over the speed-limit— he said something about handling business and then more or less shoved her into the passenger seat of his truck before she even had the chance to open her mouth.
The island sky is as dusky as the bottom of the ocean while he races through the soundless highway that reminds her of the yellow brick road; never-ending and with no certainty of what’s looming at the finish line.
She’s sits silently, because even if she was curious as to where exactly they were headed to, she’s well aware that he wouldn’t tell her if she asked— which is why she merely lets her heavy lids flutter shut to the lullaby of the wind picking up outside the vehicle, so exhausted she falls asleep within minutes. Therefore, she’s not sure how much time has passed before she’s jostled awake to the sound of him turning off the engine in an empty parking lot.
“Don’t even think about openin’ the door, alright?” a heavy warning lingers in his tone while he tucks his gun into the waistband of his pants and grabs a thick wad of cash from the glove compartment.
She hums her acknowledgment, watching his actions with wandering eyes filled with questions. However, he merely offers her a brief glance before he’s throwing open the door and disappearing into the eerily serene night— leaving her alone in the dimly lit space with her nervous inhales the only thing keeping her company.
The moment he’s gone, she tries to peer through the window, squinting in order to see where he’s run off to. However, the faint glow of the street lamps provides little to no help, which makes her tap her nails against the center console; impatiently waiting for him to return. Then, she attempts to press her ear to the window, but unfortunately no sounds other than the leaves in the trees surrounding the area reach her eardrums.
She sighs. What if something happens?
Realistically, she knows he doesn’t need her to worry about him but she can’t help it; no matter how terrible of a person he is, she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. Because at the end of the day, she’s not a carefully programmed robot entirely void of human emotions, is she?
The mellow memory of him reluctantly attempting to soothe her after her outburst the other day still lingers at the forefront of her mind— turning her initial thoughts about him into something softer. After all, she was certain he was going to kill her when she threatened him with his gun. However, he seemed almost entertained by her stupid bravery, opting to mock her instead of showing a single ounce of actual fear.
And she doesn’t know why, but there’s this peculiar flutter in her stomach whenever her brain decides to mull over the moment of him wrapping his big arms around her shaky form in an almost gentle manner. She wants to forget about it, wants to push it aside and simply despise him for forcing her to help him, but she can’t— can’t help the fact that even if she’s utterly terrified of him, there’s something almost fascinating about the way he’s such a polar opposite to her.
Not only is he a Kook but he’s also violent and hostile, whereas she doesn’t even have the heart to kill a bug. His demeanor is aggressive and she thought that was all there was but then he goes on and practically hugs her when she’s a trembling mess with salty tears streaking her cheeks. And she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to think of that.
In fact, all of it confuses her to no end— disarranging her cerebrum and making foreign emotions bubble in her chest like molten lava. Or maybe she’s just touch-deprived; starving for whatever attention Rafe is suddenly offering her so generously.
However, she doesn’t necessarily want to think about any of it right now, opting to stare out into the gloom of the night, forcing her mind somewhere else entirely when all at once, the driver’s side door slams open and her head snaps towards it; eyes startled and heart jumping in her chest at the sudden intrusion.
“Calm down, s’just me,” Rafe mutters, sounding out of breath, his exhales harsh and chest rising and falling like a madman while he leans against the leather seat— eyes soon flitting over her tense form.
“You seriously didn’t move?” he huffs out, brows raised. “When’d you learn to listen? Should give you a treat for bein’ such a good little puppy, huh?” he lets out a chuckle with a shake of his head while she comes to the conclusion that she’s definitely craving a very specific type of attention when her thighs involuntarily press together in response to his twisted notion of praise.
“You— uh…you okay?” she cautiously asks; an attempt to focus on something other than the warmth scattering along the apples of her cheeks.
“M’fine,” he mumbles before starting the engine and speeding back out onto the road still sound asleep— the pitch-black sky beginning to fade into a navy blue with the dim glimmer of the street lamps illuminating their journey.
However, when she gets a better look at him, she notices a few cuts and bruises adorning his tired face. There’s a particularly deep scrape on his cheekbone; crimson transferring to the back of his hand when he mindlessly swipes over it. “Rafe you’re bleeding. What happened?” she exclaims, uneasiness coating her voice.
“Don’t worry, okay? Jus’ had some, uh…disagreements, you should honestly see the other guy,” a lazy smirk paints over his face when he lets out a dry chuckle.
“Do you want me to clean them up for you? Those could get infected or something.”
“S’just a few scratches, you’re actin’ as if m’bleedin’ out,” he rolls his eyes, turning exasperated.
“M’being serious, you can’t exactly go to the doctor if those actually end up getting infected, can you?” she argues with a pout.
“Shit, are all pogues this fuckin’ stubborn or jus’ you? Told you, s’fine,” he snaps in disdain, knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.
“It’s not fine, though. Can you jus’…can you just let me help? It’ll take like ten minutes and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she rakes a hand through her hair in frustration because in her opinion, Rafe is the one being stubborn right now.
“M’not worryin’ about it!” his gravelly voice suddenly thunders from his chest, making her flinch.
“…well— I am,” her tone is quiet now, slightly regretting bringing up the topic in the first place.
At that, he lets out an irritated sigh before he’s abruptly pulling over to a parking lot next to some gas station.
She turns to look at him with a surprised expression.
“Don’t have all day, get the fuckin’ first aid kit from the glove box then,” he grumbles out a harsh demand.
“O— okay,” her face begins to light up in victory as she scurries to open the compartment in front of her, rummaging through and trying to not pay attention to the plastic baggies filled with white powder or the wads of cash her hand comes in contact with.
At last, her tentative fingertips find the small red bag she was looking for. However, when she turns to face him again, he’s not initiating any sort of movement, simply spreading his legs out in front of him in his slouched position and staring down at her expectantly.
She hesitates. “You’re not gonna…move?”
“If you wanna play nurse so fuckin’ bad then you have no problem sittin’ on my lap, right? Not gonna reach all the way from there, are ya?” his voice is mocking and she can practically feel the warmth crawling up her face.
“Oh, right. Um— yeah. I’ll just…” she blinks and then she’s clumsily climbing over the console and awkwardly lowering down to his lap while he merely looks at her with a bored expression; annoyance swimming in the lagoons of his eyes as he glares at her, clearly bothered by the fact that he has to waste his precious time on something as trivial as this.
It makes her huff before she’s timidly opening the first aid kit and trying to settle down onto his lap. However, with his long legs sprawled out in the legroom, he’s not exactly making it easy for her— being petty and difficult on purpose while she takes out a clean cotton pad and dampens it with some antiseptic spray.
“Can you just…” she trails off before gingerly taking ahold of his jaw and tilting his face in an attempt to examine the injuries.
And to her surprise, he lets her freely maneuver his head as she pleases and despite the sting, he doesn’t even flinch when she dabs over a smaller cut on his jaw— merely lets his gaze flicker over her features, making her grow nervous under his curious eyes while she tries to concentrate on the vermilion spots on his face and not the way he’s soundlessly observing her. Or the fact that she’s currently closer to him than she’s ever been before— can feel the even breaths from his nose tickling the skin of her lower face when she leans down for a better angle.
“So…you’re a drug dealer?” she decides to try her luck, not being able to sweep the cocaine in the glove compartment under the rug so carelessly.
“What did I say about questions, puppy?” he scolds her instead of answering.
“Right— sorry,” her eyes drop. At least she tried.
And she doesn’t say anything more, instead focuses all her attention on gently cleansing the scrapes while she tries to not pay any mind to the fact that as an afterthought, this position is incredibly improper, and she’s not entirely sure why she agreed to it so easily. Upon careful consideration, she thinks she’s entirely too aware of his sturdy muscles underneath her and it’s turning her respiration more and more labored by each wipe over his skin.
“Thinkin’ about goin’ to Guadeloupe next week,” he utters out after several moments of silence.
“You are?”
“Mhm, m’family has a house there,” his voice is calm, almost relaxed.
Her brows crease in a question. “But how’re you—”
“I have a private jet,” he states as if it should be obvious. He is a proud Kook, after all.
“Right, of course you do,” she shakes her head when the corners of his mouth tug up. “How long are you gonna stay there?” she then asks while lifting her hand to swipe the saturated cotton over the deeper wound on his cheekbone.
He shrugs. “Don’t know, ’til I figure somethin’ else out.”
She hums and then shuffles around on his lap some more, trying to wriggle upwards in an attempt to not fall. However, as she’s shifting into a more comfortable position, he suddenly lets out a low grunt from the back of his throat.
“Shit, puppy. You, uh, you really gotta move around so much?” he murmurs, promptly resting his hands on her hips, halting her movements altogether.
“S— sorry,” her eyes round out when she realizes there’s a slight bulge in his pants.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tryna get me hard on purpose, hm?” a breathy chuckle escapes his lips, amusement glittering in blue gemstones while he inspects her flushed face with intrigue.
“Oh, no— m’not…was jus’— trying not to fall,” her words are rushed, thoroughly embarrassed as she blinks repeatedly.
“Just, uh…stay still, yeah? Need me to steady you?” he rasps out before strong arms are holding her upright with a firm grip on her waist.
“Thanks,” her voice is a muted whisper while she tries not to seem so affected— getting a new cotton pad and beginning to scrub off some of the dried scarlet from under his bottom lip, not daring to shift an inch after that.
#im a sucker for scary man letting sweet girl take care of him#have so much written for him so u guys are getting more parts whether u want them or not!#this has been sitting in my drafts for too long...#outlaw!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron obx#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron outer banks#obx smut#obx fic#obx#obx fanfiction#outer banks#outer banks fanfiction#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe angst#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x pogue!reader#stockholm syndrome
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First Encounter with Mr. Gloom !
..After a long yet fast run escaping from Ms. Arachnid.
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#mr gloom may not look scary but they can be when you are an enemy#mr gloom can attack you but you cant attack them bcos theyre sort of a ghost so theyre bodyless? hope alli makes sense#this has been in my drafts for a while now my bad#anyways reason why mr gloom view you as neutral is bcos they can tell youve been with their friend ! mr vanilla ! so they led you to them :#in the human world mr gloom is known to be in dark places (like no lights at all) so I wouldnt rlly recommend going out in abandoned places#not that mr gloom cant handle the light...they just prefer it and so their target wouldnt where they are#and yes these entities are known in our world but its all alleged since no one can fully see them or gather enough evidence#mr gloom (HXCRK)#mr vanilla (HXCRK)#ms arachnid (HXCRK)#dark cacao x reader#dark cacao cookie x reader#pure vanilla x reader#pure vanilla cookie x reader#mystic flour cookie x reader#mystic flour x reader#homicipher x crk
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Hi hi! I just want to say I really like your artwork (though I’m a bit of a lurker so I’ve been a bit nervous to say anything until now 🫣). I can’t draw but I guess I can colour, so I decided to colour this sketch of yours! (I promise I didn’t repost it anywhere or pretend it’s mine I just wanted to show my admiration for your work 😭) I hope you have a good day!
Oh sweetie your coloring is (I almost said lovely ahah) intimidating in the most possible compliment way, I love it <3
#I'm sorry sweetheart I saw it and kept in my drafts until I will feel like I can react properly#But I feel like I better answer now it already was like a week I think#It is a treason to keep it out of sight any longer ahah#I saw your other colored pieces on your acc I firstly didn't even understand on some of them that it isn't official coloring#I felt like it should be scary and you made it scary ehhef I love it >-<#blurrfish au#coloring
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MADNESS IN MANSION AU MAIN CHARACTERS !
DISCLAIMER: this is just my au to have fun with, so not everything is gonna be completely accurate or “canon!” A lot of these characters have different stories from their source materials! And also this au is mostly about friendship, love, and family! It’s just something I think is cute and fun to work on! :3 Also also! Since some of them don’t have catchphrases, I made up little quotes!
The main cast! The main line up! The main players!
More info is down below!! :D
Judge Angels — “I will sentence you!” — Dina Clark was brought in by Slenderman while on the run for killing their CEO father and most of their family’s staff. Traveling with them, their mother’s corpse neatly packed in a suitcase. They just wanted to find a safe place for their beloved mother to finally rest.
Bloody Painter — “Don’t be excited for tomorrow.” — Helen Otis sought out Slenderman after realizing the police were hot on his trail. The pressures of life had built up, and all he wanted to do was create a new world from scratch. One filled to the brim with beauty and art. The world will bend to his will.
Ticci Toby — “Follows…” — After moving from Wisconsin to Alabama, Toby Roger’s life spiraled out of control. He had endured countless hardships, and the death of his sister was more than he could take. After burning it all to the ground, Slenderman gave him a place to seek refuge.
Jeff the Killer — “Go to sleep.” — Some people are dealt a shitty hand. Jeffery Woods’ life was standard, but that didn’t make it easy. In high school, things only got worse. At the hands of his peers he was burned alive. He survived, but his mind had completely shattered. He wants to pick up the pieces.
Homicidal Liu — “Today’s a better day.” — Liu Woods had always done his best to be a proper older sibling. He wanted nothing more to protect his younger brother. Maybe that’s why he barely fought back when his brother attempted to kill him. There was a moment of hesitation, and in that moment he ran. Slenderman had found him bleeding out, he promised he could keep him alive.
Eyeless Jack — “Do no harm.” — Jack Nyras had his whole life ahead of him. He was at university studying to be a doctor. However, unexpected things can happen at any moment. What was supposed to be a college party had turned into nothing short of cult activity, Jack being their ultimate sacrifice. He doesn’t remember much after their torture, only that Slenderman had found him bloodied and fundamentally changed in the forest.
Kate the Chaser — “Don’t look…or it takes you.” — Sometimes Slenderman sees potential. Slenderman saw great potential in Kate Milens. But not just anyone can become a proxy. Kate had gone through multiple trials without even knowing, always coming out favorably in the Slenderman’s opinion. Being so close to Slenderman, however, comes with symptoms… consequences.
Nina the Killer — “Go to sleep, my prince!” — Childhood friends with Liu, Jeff, and their friend Jane, Nina Hopkins was always a bright and cheery force of nature. Despite her efforts to get along with her peers, rumors had a way of creeping up. It was a good thing she had her friends to lean on. She always had her friends. She’d always have her friends. Friends don’t give up on each other.
Eyeless Lulu — “Gimme your eyes.” — Lucille-Tiffany Greatfeild never had luck making friends. It seemed no matter what she did, her peers found her weird. Growing up, she was a lonely child, however, going to college filled her with determination to break out of her shell and at least make a few acquaintances. She was befriended by a group of peers who were seemingly kind and caring, but sometimes things are too good to be true. Having heard of an new internet legend, they pressured Lulu into playing a stupid game, performing a silly ritual. They all paid the price.
Clockwork — “Time’s up.” — Natalie Ouellette came from a broken home. Ever since she was young, she was starkly aware of how unfair life can be. She had poor health as a child, often in and out of doctor offices due to various reasons, a bad flu or broken bones. Every time she exited the hospital, she heard the tick in her head, like her time was running out, being wasted, rotting away. As she grew up, this tick only got louder. Time was against her, and the abuse was getting worse. She had to do something. And she did do something. And then she ran.
BEN Drowned — “You’ve met with a terrible fate!” — Benjamin Lawman was a very lively boy. He loved making friends, drinking soda, and of course, frequenting arcades and internet cafes! Life for him was simple, it was perfect! But there are things that are out of your control, circumstances one is born into. Divorce is hard for the whole family to go through, but Ben had hope, an optimistic outlook. The look in his father’s eyes was scary as they drove to the lake alone, but his father was a rational man. Surely there was a rational explanation for all of this.
Sally — “Wanna play?” — Sally Williams had just turned 12! Her birthday party was held in Loblolly’s very own, new and shiny park! The year was 1973 and the summer air was warm and inviting. Sally had just finished opening her gifts, her favorite being a new teddy bear from her mom and dad. A true friend, soft and kind. While many kids showed up to her party, they didn’t have good intentions. One girl suggested they play a game before Sally got to the piñata. They blindfolded her, giggling and exclaiming, “We’ll guide you!” Really, they just wanted to see if they could get her lost. What they didn’t account for was the truck barreling down the road as they told her to cross it.
Lazari Swann — “I can do this!” — Lazari Swann never knew her mother and father. Her mother had died during childbirth, leaving her to the care of foster homes. She did her best. She made the best of any situation, always selfless, always helpful. But as she grew up, it gnawed at the back of her mind. Her father… where had he gone? Who was he? What did he look like? She only had one clue, a picture from her mother’s photo album with a location marked: Loblolly, Alabama. She’d get her answers one way or another.
Masky — “Always watches, no eyes.” — Tim Wright is a man of few words now. Not many know of how he came to be so reliable in the Slenderman’s eye, why he’s so guarded and keeps to himself, why he’s so close with Brian. They just know that his word is to be trusted, he knows what he’s doing. He is regarded as the most capable human in the mansion, and despite his attempts to keep everyone at a distance, many of the mansion’s inhabitants look to him for guidance.
Hoodie — “Can’t run.” — Brian Thomas is just as reliable, but because of his elusive nature, many don’t know how to read him quite right. He is more personable than Tim, handling most of the talking when the two of them are together. Brian is easy going, despite his circumstances, and can even crack a few light hearted jokes. But no one really knows much about him. Still, people in the mansion recognize his survivability and will take his guidance if Tim isn’t around.
Nurse Ann — “It won’t hurt… much.” — In the 1800s, there was a hospital in the woods of Loblolly, and Ann Lusen Mia worked there. She was a dutiful nurse, very caring and dedicated to her job. She believed in the good of humanity, and cherished being able to care for the sick and injured. A doctor within the hospital, a colleague of hers, informed her that he was working on a new method of care and asked her to be a part of it. She agreed, enthusiastic for the progress of medicine. Little did she know she would be the experiment. As she felt herself dying, she pleaded with any entity she could to help her, save her, and that was enough for Zalgo to offer her a deal.
Laughing Jack — “Round and round the mulberry bush…!” — The Laughing Jack is a mystery to many. He is a demon, taking the form of a monochrome clown with many nonsensical traits. He speaks in riddles and rhymes for the most part, always eccentric and mind-bending. He thoroughly enjoys being a nuisance to humans, a pest, a bother, but when it comes to more sensitive people or children, he can actually be quite a sweetheart. His morals are unknown to anyone as he is not tied to Slenderman or Zalgo and acts on his own accord. He seems to favor Slenderman though, for whatever reason, and so he has become a trusted ally!
Slenderman — “…” — The Slenderman’s origins are unknown. He has existed for thousands of years. After a gruesome battle with the underworld’s ruler, Zalgo, Slenderman was severely weakened. The battle ended in a stalemate, though it was surely in Zalgo’s favor. Too close to a victory for Slenderman’s liking. At the end of their battle, Slenderman had used most of his energy to lock Zalgo in the underworld dimension for good, but his seal wasn’t perfect. Many zalgoid creatures can still access earth, but as long as it’s not Zalgo himself, he has time. He started taking in lost and weary souls in hopes of building an army. He feeds off negative energy, his mansion feeds off negative energy, the forest feeds off negative energy. But what he didn’t expect was that these beings, human and possessed and undead alike, have started making him feel. He cares for them. And this care might be just what he needs to get rid of Zalgo for good.
#HOLY SHIT THIS IS FINALLY DONE#IVE HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS#I love slenderdad and slendermansion#it’s very healing writing about these characters getting loving environments#my au is literally all about the power of friendship#I DONT CARE IF THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY#I NEED THEM TO LAUGH AND BE HAPPY#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta au#creepypasta fanart#crp fanart#crp au#judge angels#bloody painter#homicidal liu#eyeless jack#ticci toby#jeff the killer#kate the chaser#nina the killer#ben drowned#sally williams#lazari swann#tim masky#brian hoodie#nurse ann#laughing jack#slenderman#Madness in Mansion
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uuuhhhhhh ruminating on nikolai again and im hormonal and I stalked @quarterlifekitty 's nikolai tag about a hundred times so uhhhhhhh...gross daddy kink with nik 🤗 yay! (18+ nsfw below the cut)
CW: daddy kink (nik brings it out of me....like nasty, so im so sorry), overstimulation, could be perceived as non-con ish but it isn't I promise (he loves you, you love this behavior, everyone is happy) aannnd no aftercare written (only bc i didn't feel like writing it :) but he did take care of you afterwards, i promise) also first time writing smut so bad writing TW
Curled up at Nik's side, your cheek squished up against the dense hair that coats his chest as his fingers work their way into your tight, clenching heat. The little whimpers and mewls that escape from your mouth only serve to spur him on, but when your hips begin to wriggle, he brings his large paw to grip your ass and hold you in place on his fingers.
He chuckles softly at the quiet keen you let out, and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head to soothe you as he scissors his fingers inside of you. "Shhh, kotenok...you need to sit still for your papochka, hm? So tight...I wouldn't want to hurt my sweet girl just because she can't be patient."
"I am being patient..." You murmur breathlessly, your tone turning slightly petulant as you tilt your head up to press tiny, pleading kisses to his jaw. "I want more, please, daddy. I can take it, I promise."
You feel his voice rather than hear it - his deep, rumbling voice reverberating through his chest and straight to your core as he coos quietly at you. "I know you think you can handle it, but papochka knows what you need, baby. Just be a good little girl for me and take what I give you."
But you just can't listen. You're always so good for him, but you had a really hard day :(, so after a couple more minutes (thirty seconds) you can't help it when you start to grind down on his fingers, groaning softly as you finally get him to punch against that spongey spot inside of you that has you sighing in relief.
He tuts quietly at your disobedience, but he can't help but huff in amusement at the way you bounce yourself on his thick fingers, barely even giving him a thought as you pant against his neck. He's always loved that you felt comfortable enough to push against him and his rules, especially since you were a jumpy little thing when he first got his hands on you - always asking him for directions and doing everything he said to a T. He's finally gotten you to relax enough to take what you need from him, even if it means you end up acting like a brat sometimes. But he's never been the type of man to punish bratty behavior...no, no, no. He loves spoiling his sweet malyshka! So if you want more? He'll give it to you.
No matter what.
And now that you've got your knees pressed next to your ears, feet dangling over his shoulders as he rams his cock into you, your little fists are weakly pushing against his chest as you whine about it being 'too much'.
"Oh, but isn't this what you wanted, malyshka? I thought you could take it, big girl. You promised me." He croons in a condescending tone, pulling one of your hands away from his chest to press a gentle kiss to it as you continue to whimper pathetically. When a tear begins to slip down your cheek, he swoops in and licks it right up, causing you to let out a little whine of discontent and a soft little 'gross' - but he can feel how tightly you clench around him at the action. "Mmh...so sweet, milaya."
And when he's made you cum more times than you can count - battering your poor, squelching cunt to its limit - you try to wriggle away from him. He just lets out a deep, rumbling laugh at your weak attempt to get away, eying you like you're an unruly kitten who doesn't know any better.
"Ah, ah, ah..." He tuts gently at you, tugging your hips back to slam you down on the bed so he can work his cock back inside of you. "No running, kotenok. You don't go anywhere until I say so. Come on, listen to your daddy."
You're nearly blacked out by the time he finally stops. Your trembling hands reach down between your legs to guard your throbbing pussy even though you know he's done - he's already rolled over to reach for his cigarettes and lighter, pulling you tight to his side as he flicks his thumb until the end of his stick glows orange.
He tosses the lighter off to the side before taking a deep drag and tilting your chin up to look at him. He blows his smoke out of the corner of his mouth and away from you to 'not ruin your pretty lungs', as he always says - but you're not sure how much good it does when he uses the same hand that holds the cigarette to trace his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears that still slip from your eyes.
"Say 'thank you, papochka' " He grunts in that sweet, patronizing voice that always turns you on more than you care to admit. When you stay silent, too fucked-out to even bring yourself to think, he brings one of his hands up to squeeze the fat of your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout and pulling a soft gasp out of you. "Go on. Say it, little girl."
You choke out something between a moan and a sob, and it takes you a second to form the words "th-thank you, papochka" before your resigned back to a panting, sweaty mess as he pats your cheek affectionately.
"Ah, good. So you can listen."
nsfw (p!link) visual for the first position he's got you in (full cred to @codnasties for the vid even though its for price)
#releasing my drafts into the wild#sorry you guys are my victims#of course my first smut is with nikolai#cod x reader#nikolai cod x reader#nikolai x reader#nikolai cod#nikolai smut#captainpriceslilwife#cod imagine#nikolai cod smut#cod smut#guys why is this scary#guys im scared#smut is scary :/#can you tell im a virgin#call of duty x reader#call of duty smut
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woe, silly happy teen art be upon ye
available as stickers and other stuff on the old inprnt ....
#dndads#dndads fanart#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#dndads s2#dndads season 2#scary marlowe#lincoln li wilson#normal oak#normal oak swallows garcia#taylor swift dndads#sorry for being gone ive been in italy with no access to my dear child my baby my beloved wacom tablet and laptop#but i have cooked up a couple of drafts and sketches so. look out!#this took me an hour to upload the internet here SUCKSSSSSS!!!#but i played in the snow today and that was fun
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boiling point
#sydcarmy#syd x carmy#carmen x sydney#text is from my bottomless drafts folder#if the bear was solely a romance. sigh.#oops did i write a micro-fanfic#illustration#artists on tumblr#domestic fluff#slow burn#romance#workplace romance#art#my art#the more scary s3 spoilers i see the more i insist on tenderness and softness
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some stories are written precisely to elicit strong emotions from the reader INCLUDING negative ones. some stories and characters are meant to be upsetting, they are meant to challenge you and make you uncomfortable!! when a story makes you feel Big Feelings sometimes you are meant to sit in those feelings and ask yourself why! fiction is a great space to explore these emotions in a safe environment. you, as the reader, are meant to think critically about the art you are enjoying and that includes asking yourself questions like why has the author presented their art in this way and what are they trying to tell me. and then you get to have fun picking it apart and figuring it out and deciding what, exactly, the art means to you.
#this post has been in my drafts since SEPTEMBER and it just gets more and more relevant lately#and sure sometimes we decide in the end that the art is bad and that we don't like it. that's fine. i'm not arguing anyone's right#to dislike certain things. it's fine!!! but why are you acting like it's a personal offense??? what's going on??#like idk what is in the water these days that people have become so averse to Storytelling#the whole POINT is to make you FEEL SOMETHING!!!#why are you getting mad at artists for making you feel something!!!!#between some of the asks i and other authors get to the recent stuff with mouthwashing and epic saga and fucking nosferatu#NOSFERATU. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY???#i really feel like i am losing my mind. i keep thinking of that 'disco elysium but its a little girl looking for her lost cat in the alps'#tweet. like this is really where we're at. people would rather feel Nothing. no one wants to be challenged#no one wants to explore Themes or read social commentary anymore it's so dire#let's all just go read our bland cozy fantasy story with found family and No conflict & nothing interesting to say at all#i'm sure we'll all be safe there#fuck!!!#also this isnt aimed at that anon i got a few days ago this is just like. a general trend i have noticed that is happening Everywhere rn
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choso . . . choso and his face piercings, choso and his tattoos . . choso thinking he’s just too rough n rugged for someone as soft as you, but god, how the roles reverse when you’re straddling his lap, bouncing up and down like your life depends on it !! how you knock the wind out of his lungs from how good you feel :( bet he’s not so intimidating now .
#this is articulated so poorly i just wanted to say that he’s so scary looking but is such a sweetheart#looking through my drafts#wow#my body is having a visceral reaction#🎀.she’s thinking !!
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can you do like a one shot or just some head canons of cecil with a hero reader? idk if you do specific powers, but if you do the reader has like wanda/ scarlet witch powers 🤔

Heya! Of course I can
Before I get into the details I just wanted to thank you for your request. This is my first ask ever and I’m grateful that I get to do something I’ve always wanted but never got the chance. Much appreciated, and if you’re reading this feel free to request as well. I love requests and I love writing!!
Getting to your actual request, my knowledge on Wanda is limited as I have the slightest memory of what her powers were. I just know that they were crazy powerful! So as to respect your request and my love for making my writings as open as possible, I’ll just do a really strong reader!

#dilfdater420 : Cecil Stedman x an gender neutral uber powerful reader. non-specific. this is a headcanon post with a little drabble at the end like a cherry on top. hope you enjoy, please request for more!
Cecil is constantly worried you might die.
Everyone’s eyes are constantly on you, watching for a mishap, a sudden blunder, something to exploit. To kill you with. Even if you’ve never lost a fight, he knows people are looking for a way to be your first loss.
You’re a target under his care, dating or not. He must do what he can to protect you, but maybe with the added pressure of love, this protective grip can be a little tight.
This looks a lot like tracking your every mistake, debriefing on everything that went wrong on missions as to not make the same misstep twice, and training the he’ll put you in is based on the intel he’s gathered.
He even has a small committee dedicated to finding every fault in your system, he’s meticulous.
Training is not only what debriefs are like, but him making you actively relive blunders through simulations, strength and endurance training, and the like. You could be about to lose consciousness, and he’d tell you to keep going goddammit! We’re pushing new limits here, this isn’t grade school! Go further or go home! Either that or he’d give you a small break and then a pat on the back to push you back out.
Of course, the relationship you two have is frayed because of this. One screaming match turned heart to heart finally cleared some of the air between his actions and his intent.
Cecil loves you, unquantifiably so. And with that he worries, a world without you is a world he doesn’t want. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to worry about you, that you have no margins for error.
Despite this, the obvious answer is that what he seeks is not possible.
Now depending on the reader, this argument could be “too little too late” or the “saving grace”.
If you’re a “saving grace” reader, things get better for the relationship.
Cecil is coming to terms with the fact that some circumstances must be left uncertain. No matter how much it aches him, he’s starting to learn how to trust in uncertainty, and more importantly, you. He’s learning the art of “trusting the process”.
There’s a little more lovey dovey, a lot less control. It’s nice, it’s breathable, it’s brings you both peace.
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“___” is a placeholder for your name btw I just don’t like Y/N for some reason
You were running towards the battlefield, your hips swayed atypically, vision ebbing in and out of focus, weighted breath. You hadn’t slept since Monday, it was Thursday today. Or at least you thought it was.
Cecil watched you closely. You were with the Guardians, helping to save a bank from being robbed by the Mauler Twins. It was easy with the Mauler Twins, always easy, this time it sure didn’t seem easy. You weren’t as sharp as you were, making error after error while his anger grew. He knew you knew that fact, feeling your famous confidence get etched away.
After the encounter, Cecil eyed you as you walked back to the GDA. You needed to talk to him apparently.
“Hey,” you address him, walking into his office.
His eyes continued their relentless dig. “Dont hey me, you look a mess. What the fuck was that?”
“Sorry, I—“
“There’s no “sorry” in this ___, those two idiots damn near beat cha’ to a pulp. You better thank the guardians for helping ya’ keep your winning streak or so help me.” He was so mad his facade was cracking.
You inhaled. “I mean do you know how many people saw that? Over four million on national news!”
“Cecil,” you sigh
“Ya’ need to realize the influence you have as Earth’s greatest hero—“
“Cecil.” A little louder…
“—If people are seriously led to thinking we’re susceptible, our enemies could get bolder!”
“Cecil..!” Louder…
“They could make an attempt on yer life goddamnit I could lose you! The world doesn’t need that! Ya’ need to be better!”
“Cecil!” Loudest. This got his attention
“WHAT?!”
“Fuck you.”
In his disbelief, you walk out the door of his office, going to take the nap you deserve whether he liked it or not.
Hard to tell if his love was just an affinity to what you’ve been reduced to, an emotional punching bag.
Sorry if this kinda sucks I’m operating on like half sleep and my beta reading doesn’t work until I’m like, 6 hours post fanfic writing and I refuse to wait that long. Gimme thoughts in your reblogs and comments!
Much love and thanks <3
#dilfdater420#me after subtly pushing my headcanon in the drabble#rubs hands together#while posting this i accidentally posted the first draft#and holy shit#that was scary dude#I feel my heart sink#I then quickly closed out of my app and lost the first draft which is kinda upsetting because I was cooking#but better than posting an unfinished piece of crap to the world#I mean holy moly my soul came out of my body for a second#my finger touched the post button on its own#fucking bastard#jeez..#anyways#im ceciling it#at this point I’m ceciling it has become part of my account#cecil stedman x reader#cecil stedman
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saw this post by @liloinkoink and was immediately compelled to draw them
#taevi.png#life series#third life#renthedog#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#treebark#lamplight au#this is romantic to ME#also i want everyone to know that my brain decided to give me the hardest possible time making this#sketched out the first draft and had to scrap it when i found out they had canon designs#then the second draft which got to lineart was scrapped because i didn't like the composure#and THEN!!#LEW JUMPSCARED ME IN TTS WHEN I NEEDED HELP FOR TWO ALT PIECES!!!#that was so scary genuinely i was SWEATING finishing this knowing that lew had seen it already 😭😭
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I have been thinking of darker sides of demigods
A child of Hermes, looking in your eyes while making a promise they don't plan to keep. You don't even feel their hand on you, and they already have what they wanted.
A party with a child of Dionysus gets too intense. You try to tell them it's too much, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a laugh. You're feeling thrown apart by too many emotions at once. Next morning you feel terrible, barely alive, and they smile and tell you they're so excited to do it again.
A child of Demeter watches you leaving your garbage on the forest floor as you leave your hangout spot. One moment later, roots are holding your ankle and the ground open underneath you. They will eventually leave you go, they just pass the message "hurt the nature and i'll hurt you back."
A child of Aphrodite will look at you like you're their whole world, laugh like they're in love, hold your hand tight... And once they got what they wanted, they say it's over, but offers you stay on good terms. You'll never properly move on. For the rest of your life, you will miss and mourn them.
You get into an argument with a child of Apollo. While you leave the room, they whisper something. The next day, you have a running nose, and then your head feel heavy, and then your ears ring... It's nothing dangerous, but it won't go. Whatever you try, you will not feel any better before you apologizes to and beg them to make you feel better.
A child of Athena will get what they want from you. Whatever you think you're doing, they are perfectly aware of it. They know how to influence you so you, without even realizing, do exactly as they planned and wanted.
#i didnt write for the other cabins bc its obvious theyre scary and dangerous#i prefer to focus on the cabins that appears less threatening almost harmless#SORRY CABIN 9 I WANTED TO ADD YALL but i couldnt think of anything fun and this post has been in my drafts for too long already#pjo cabins#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson headcanon#pjo hoo toa
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I'm not going to lie, I had a whole ass vision of Cecil teaching a young Sophia/Sophie looking neighbor who got their magic late and needs help learning control. for some reason, Diasomnia trio gets to see him with her and how different he is. Not soft, but less sarcastic and a bit more confident with somebody who genuinely believes in him. Would that be close to the relationship he has with Twisted Sophia, or something more complex?
I— I don’t even have to add anything that’s hitting the nail right on the head right down to the detail that the neighbor has magic 👁️👄👁️

wonder where malleus is

oh, comical b plot
#cozy ask#ITS LIKE…. YOU PULLED THAT OUT OF MY MIND THATS SO SCARY#IT HONESTLY IS AS STRAIGHTFORWARD AS THAT 👏#instead of being any royal sorceror Cecil is just this neighbors babysitter. Except fr fr.#twstposting#I was gonna draw the neighbor in question but im not happy with any of her drafts so for now she’ll remain faceless and nameless.#i like that its a diasomnia trio thus implying Mal was not here for that hypotherical WIHICH. BONUS POINTS FOR LORE ACCURACY#cecil mugwort
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The hockey bros r def one of those annoying double battles npcs, speed runners HATE them.... also hold me accountable force me 2 finish scarygirl wip peas and ty
#tbh the hockey bros been sitting in my drafts raj wayne ily but this drawing feels too ugly 2 post alone#total drama#total drama reboot#raj td#wayne td#scary girl td#dumpywoofing
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