#trying w a content warning on it ig

[petrichorium]

"i told you in my last letter, my lord, that should you return past sundown i would not entertain your affections until morning."

"you torment me, little wife."

"i have great confidence in your self control. wait until dawn."

"your confidence, i fear, fails to have sympathy for how long i have endured without your sweet company."

"the sweetest fruit requires time to ripen, husband. endure a while longer."

commission from the lovely and incredibly talented @ruiaes !!! this actually came back to me at the start of this yr but ive been hoarding it i fear 🫣

[ham1lton]

I’LL BE THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS (MAYBE??)

pairings: oscar piastri x stan account!reader

warnings: none?

faceclaim: pam hughes / pamalaaam on ig.

summary: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a fast driver must be in want of a girlfriend—oscar piastri just didn’t expect his to be a twitter menace.

author’s note: jam is just a nickname that yn goes by online, which is good for security on the internet. stay safe kids !

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yourusername: girl date w/ bffname. jam, books and the winter air. what could be better?

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user1: WAHT?!

— user2: omg she wasn’t joking she’s actually that gorgeous.

user3: sorry you’re so pretty i’m taken aback. i assume that all ppl who argue online r hideous trolls but you’re clearly not. sorry. i apologise.

user4: did u buy your namesake?

— yourusername: ofc!! spent my paycheck on new ones. i’m the proud mama of two strawberry jams 😽

user5: LANDO LIKED YOUR POST

user6: literally drop the skincare routine rn or i’m calling the authorities.

– yoursername: genetics + water + spite <3

user7: girl what books did u get i need the haul

– yoursername: east of eden, the glass castle and some other classics!! i’ll post a proper vid later if you’d like <3

user8: lando liked… HE’S WATCHING.

– user9: he’s been watching. oscar is shaking.

user10: okay but imagine arguing with someone online and then finding out they look like this. i’d delete my account.

– user11: user3 already went through all five stages of grief in these comments.

user12: winter air is nice and all but i feel like oscar should be here warming you up just saying!!

friend: girl date and no invite?! feeling betrayed rn …. 😓

— yourusername: ur in australia but i apologise. we should have walked through land and sea. next time i see u i owe u a matcha for the trauma babe 😞

— friend: a decent apology. i accept it 😽

user13: she fights, she reads, she stuns… what CAN’T she do?

– yoursername: parallel park.

user14: not me zooming in to confirm this isn’t an ai-generated model.

– yoursername: sorry to disappoint, i’m very real and very chronically online.

user15: OSCAR GIRLIES R HOT WBK <3

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from: mclaren racing team@mclaren.com

to: jam jamdoesf1@gmail.com

subject: you’re invited – race weekend with mclaren

hi jam,

we hope you’re well. we’ve been following your incredible f1 content and couldn’t help but notice your… passionate defence of a certain quiet australian. it’s safe to say the team (and the driver in question) are fans.

we’d love to invite you to join us for the upcoming grand prix weekend as our guest. paddock access, behind-the-scenes moments, and yes – proper tea and snacks included.

let us know if you’re available and we’ll sort everything on our end, including travel and accommodation. we think you’ll have a lot of fun.

looking forward to hearing from you.

cheers,

the mclaren team.

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yourusername: hotties make some noise! (all u haters that say matcha tastes like grass r BABIES!!!)

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user1: i would recognise my goat’s hand anywhere… by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— user1: my boo bear. my king. my reason. my oscar.

— user2: lando get off ur burner.

— user3: ICB LMFOAJDHEISJDN ?!38393&:

user4: jam ily. u taste good in matcha too. multi-use queen <3

*liked by yourusername.*

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl 🤍 lovely meeting u!!!

— yourusername: says the most gorgeous girl in recorded human history. omg blushing rn 😝

user5: u could say cement tastes good and i’d try it.

user6: jam you’re so fine it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal attack

user7: OSCAR DATING AN F1 OBSESSED GIRL YASSSSS

— user8: me and jam as the mclaren wags. i can see it now.

user9: the middle pic is giving “soft launch” and i’m spiraling

— yourusername: it’s giving “he paid for the matcha so i had to post him”

user10: is ur name really jam?

— yourusername: not legally or professionally or personally but yea :)

user11: the way jam is so unhinged on twt but is the sweetest ever on ig needs to be studied….

— user12: like on twt when she threatened to pull up on that guy who was saying awful things about oscar and he deactivated all his socials??? vs on ig where she goes to farmers’ markets like a granny 😭

user20: if oscar doesn’t soft launch you back i’m rioting

— yourusername: pls i’d settle for him texting back within 3-5 business days

— user21: NOT OSCAR FUMBLING BAD BITCHES NOOOO

— user22: @/oscar GET UPPPPPP!!!!!

— user23: WTFFFFFFFFF STOP THIS MADNESS @/oscar

— user24: if i had a baddie like this i would do anything she asks… jam says jump? i say how high… oscar u need that energy NOW!!!!

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[whumping-in-the-dark]

List of Ways to (FICTIONALLY) Torture Someone

I genuinely have no idea how to make a content warning for this- just don't do this stuff irl ig

Click here to look for part 2

Caning

Electrocution

Stress Positions

Sensory Deprivation

Degradation

Water boarding

Strangling

Choking

Flaying

Skinning

Nailing

Drugging

Sleep Deprivation

Nudity

Shaving away the hair off their head

Plain ol' beating/manhandling

Public humiliation

Keeping them in a cage

Keeping them in a small dark place

Cutting off a body part

Carving them out with a knife

Whipping

Breaking their bones

Burning them with cigarettes

Poking holes into them with needles

Burning them in general

Forcing them to drink alcohol

Burning off their soles and forcing them to walk

Starvation

Dehydration

Sensory Overstimulation

Forcing them to scream their throat raw

Gagging them

Muzzling them

Crushing them w/ a hammer/mallet

Killing off their loved ones in front of them

Torturing their loved ones in front of them

Burying them alive

Hypothermia

Hyperthermia

Forcing them to hurt a stranger

Forcing them to hurt their loved ones

Forcing them to stay completely silent

Chemical burns

Chinese water torture

Forcing them into dangerous addictions

Forcing them to quit said dangerous addictions with zero support

Overfeeding them

Only feeding them food they are allergic to

Forcing them to vomit

And then punishing them for it

Forcing them to hang from the ceiling by their wrists while

Forcing them to walk on and on on the treadmill (and if they slip, they fall into the-)

Meat grinder. Enough said.

Carve degrading names into their skin

Pierce their body without their consent

Tattoo their body without their consent

Force them to wear humiliating clothes

Dislocate their joints

Dowse them in hot water and force them into a cold environment

Forcing them to get/remain sick so that they can only rely on YOU

Sewing their mouth shut

Only feeding them through tubes

Sewing degrading words into their skin

Branding them with a sign of your ownership

Branding them with degrading words

Forcing them to wear a collar with bells

Forcing them to wear a shock collar

Crucification

Keelhauling

Drag them behind the fast moving transportation of your choice <3

Stabbing them

Vivisection

Cannibalism

Almooost drowning them

Poking holes into their eyeballs with a needle

Ripping out their eyeballs

Ripping out their teeth with a pair of pliers... one by one

Attaching a strong cord to their teeth and ripping them all off at once

Pouring melted glass down their throat

Replacing their organs

Removing their organs

Slowlyyy pulling their limbs apart

Putting heavy objects on them over time

Force feeding

Forcing them to betray a loved one

Denying them medicine

Rubbing salt/other irritant into their wounds

Pouring alcohol/other irritant over their wounds

Rubbing their skin off with sandpaper

Forcing them to clean themself up when they're sick/injured

Denying them medicine

Forcing them to earn their 'privileges'

Denailing (slowly peeling off their nails)

Apply leeches onto their body

Force them into a tub of disgusting bugs (bonus points if they're naked)

Paralyzing them

Trapping rats on top of them and then forcing the rats to escape through their body

Dehumanization

Forcing them to shoot someone, except the barrel turns out to be empty

Feel free to suggest additions! I will try to update it whenever I find/think up of something new

Tysm @electrons2006 and @lettherebepain and @aliencatwafers for your ideas :)

[notlongtolove]

petals and frost

hotch had called it a brief attachment—six months, no more. an agent liaison from the nyc office, sent down to smooth future communication, to streamline workflow. a brief attachment, hotch had said. too bad spencer hadn’t really remembered to keep it in mind. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)

genre: angst w no happy ending (sowie)

content: avoidant bau reader, non descriptive mentions of sex

word count: 2.8k words

note: written for @mggslover 1k event, congrats once again my love!!! yall can blame @esote-rika for that sadistic ending, i idea dumped that on her and said i didnt know if it wld be too angsty and she begged me to use it so... fuck yalls valentines ig (anyways spencer reid, just know that i, user notlongtolove, would neverrrr do that to you)

a line: You’re spring and the purple wildflowers on his skin are begging to be made yours, over and over again.

And some part of me came alive, the first time that you called me ‘baby’ The perfect genius of our hands and mouths. - Hozier, First Time

Hotch had called it a brief attachment—six months, no more. An agent liaison from the NYC office, sent down to smooth future communication, to streamline workflow. You were easy to like, easy to talk to, definitely easy on the eyes. A brief attachment, Hotch had said. The phrase seemed almost oxymoronic—Spencer hadn’t really remembered to keep it in mind. 

As it turns out, there are a lot of other things Spencer forgets around you. When you twist your hair into a haphazard ponytail mid briefing, he forgets the third personality trait of a classified sociopath. You don’t. Interpersonal offensiveness, Reid. That’s criminology 101. Emily makes a comment under her breath about his IQ being slashed in half. If you do hear her, you pretend not to. 

When you slide a beer across the table after your first case, he forgets that he doesn’t drink, masking a grimace as he takes a sip. You’re trying. He doesn’t want you to feel bad. By the time he’s on his second, his face is warm. Too fast, he tells himself. From the alcohol, definitely not from the way your thigh is pressed against his in the booth.

Later, when you’ve got him pinned against the wall under a dim lamppost kissing him breathless, he tries to forget the bureau’s policy on interoffice relationships. It’s after hours. You’re not really part of the team. You’re here contractually. A technicality. He can make an exception. 

You run your hands through his hair tugging faintly and he decides he will make an exception. 

The only thing Spencer doesn’t forget that night is the route from O’Keefe’s to his apartment though it’s a blur all the way from the cab to his apartment to his bed. He pulls you through his front door, fingers curled tight around your wrist. A tangle of limbs and lips pressed against lips feverishly, desperately—He’s certain he’s got that memorised. 

“I’m not…” you start, voice faltering between kisses, searching for the right words that just aren’t coming when you’re straddling him and he’s looking at you the way that he is, “not looking for anything… serious.”

Alarm bells go off in his head blaring amidst the euphoric haze he’s in. It’s a warning he registers but doesn’t heed. Caution. Danger ahead. He tells himself that if he squints hard enough, that if he really really tries—It’s a challenge. And Spencer Reid has never backed down from a challenge.

So he bites. Takes the bait. Plays along.

“What makes you think I am?”

You smirk like you don’t believe him but your fingers move to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt anyways. He tries to laugh when you joke about how you should definitely apply for a permanent spot on the team now, but it sticks in his throat. He distracts himself by closing his eyes.

“Spencer,” you say breathlessly, “you sure about this, baby?” 

His eyes snap open so fast it startles you, leaving you flustered, halfway to pulling back before his grip tightens at your waist, keeping you right where you are. His throat bobs as he swallows hard.

“W-what’d you just say?”

You blink back at him. “I asked if you’re sure about—”

“No, the—the other part. The last part.”

A pause. Then, deliberately, “Baby?”

Oh fuck. 

“Y-yeah. That.” He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s bracing for impact. “Say it again. Please.”

You smirk, the corner of your mouth twitching like you’re holding back a laugh as you lean down to press slow, open-mouthed kisses down his bare chest, whispering against his skin, “whatever you want baby.” Spencer has to force his eyes shut again.

You mark him up in the shades of purple wildflowers. Spencer shivers at the sight of them. Theres not much talking when skin finally meets skin. Spencer’s starved, insatiable, burning hot and ice cold all at once. This okay, baby? Yes, yes, god, yes. Can I? Yes, please, please do. Sweat pools around your bodies and Spencer tries to forget how much he wants to remember this moment. The purple wildflowers bloom across his skin—deadnettle, henbit, african violets. 

Oh, he thinks, this one’s gonna hurt, isn’t it? 

When Spencer wakes the next morning, he’s only mildly afraid to open his eyes.

He’s never done this before—doesn’t know what to expect. But he knows enough to predict the possibilities. Regret. Yours, not his. Shame, embarrassment, maybe even anger. You’ll be gone. Nothing left behind but the imprint of your body on his sheets, marks of purple left in your wake. 

Spencer Reid does not like not knowing. 

So he braces himself, steels his nerves, and opens his eyes—only to be met with something far worse.

You. 

Still here.

Curled up beside him, peaceful, angel deep in sleep, gut wrenchingly soft. In sleep, you’re nothing like how you are on the field. Out there, you’re a good shot, a great one, you think quick on your feet, you’re confident, never stuttering or stumbling like he does. You’re heaven on earth, right in his bed—He’s utterly ruined for it. He doesn’t know what possesses him to move closer, to let newfound confidence guide his arm around your waist. But he does. You stir, just barely, waking to the feeling of his lips pressed into your hair.

The morning melts into something else entirely. An abandoned attempt at breakfast in bed, clothes forgotten in a scattered trail from the kitchen counter to the couch. Unsanitary, he’d think, if he weren’t already too far gone to care. The boy’s insatiable once again, chasing a thirst only you seem to have awakened in him. It’s fiery and passionate as drinks you in, icy cold hisses when you nip at his neck. But you’re neither summer nor winter. You’re spring and the purple wildflowers on his skin are begging to be made yours, over and over again. The way your nails claw at his back, marks of sinful desire turning into ivy that grows to cover you both. It’s entirely all encompassing.

God, you have him in the palm of your hand and you don’t even know it. 

Dancing around the team is its own kind of purgatory. Turtlenecks in sweltering Texas heat which you make up for with a fleeting kiss to his cheek in the break room when everyone else has their back turned. Spencer tells himself to keep his feelings in check, to keep his adoration at bay. But it’s hard to when you exist so seamlessly within the liminal spaces of the team. Always in Hotch’s good books. Cracking jokes just dirty enough to make Morgan laugh and Rossi raise a brow. Even JJ loves you.

Silently, Spencer thanks the BAU’s abysmal budget for the run-down motel they’ve stuck you in. It makes it that much easier to convince you to stay at his place—only for a night or two, maybe three, maybe four, eventually a Baby, Hotch is gonna call us in soon anyway, and the freeway near yours is a nightmare in the mornings. You might as well stay one more night. He seals with a look, a soft plea, and you cave every time.

5 months and a week is what you’ve built together. Your days are disgustingly domestic and Spencer just can’t seem to get enough. It’s not like the two of you go out much. Long days (and longer nights) in the field leave you both drained, running on fumes. Just enough energy left to call in takeout accompanied with something strong for you, water for him. Just enough left to trade lazy kisses between bites and fall into bed tangled together. This is it, isn’t it?

Waking to rushed mornings, shared showers, half-hearted protests when you insist on shampooing his hair for him. Bare feet on hardwood floors and the bumping of hips in the kitchen as he makes coffee for two. Rendezvous on a crappy motel mattress that creaks beneath the weight of both of you when you run out of clothes for the week. Baby, we shouldn’t really—swallowed by the press of lips.

Your laughter comes to him in little bursts of light. You’re his absolute heart in human form. 

The purple wildflowers haven’t made an appearance in awhile but spring blooms in his chest all the same. When you inevitably drift off to the sound of his voice reading Spencer makes a mental note to bring The Iliad when he comes to visit. You’ll probably be done with Dante’s inferno by then. The weak fistful you have of his shirt tightens ever so slightly in your sleep and he knows what you want. He turns to shut off the light and fits himself against you, tucking you closer to his chest. Spencer tries to distract himself from the fact that you’re set to leave in a month. He’d drink dry the River Lethe to forget it if he could. Instead, in the quiet, he allows himself to think about what the weather will be when he gets the chance to visit you. 

He’s always wanted to go to New York. He’s never been the best flyer and he doesn’t know how he’ll fare on a flight without the comfort of his team and the jet’s coffeemachine. It’ll have to make do, he thinks. It’s only a little over an hour’s flight. He tells himself it’s basically nothing. He can handle it. Besides, he can always make the eight hour drive, or the six hour train. The options are endless, much like his devotion to you—He’ll walk to you if he has to. 

“Do you think you’ll have time for a trip when I come visit?” Spencer asks one night, eyes boring holes into the ceiling. You’re too busy fumbling with the buttons of his pants to catch the lovelorn grin tugging at his lips. “I know there’s probably a lot to see in New York, but I’ve been saving my days off. And if I catch Hotch on a good day, I think I could carve out a few more.”

“Oh, baby, I don’t know,” you murmur, distractedly, “I usually don’t get much time off when I’m back. Let me know if you are planning to come, though—I’d love to show you around for a day or two.”

The fuck? 

Show him around? A day or two?

It’s frosty. Ice cold. A slow caress of his cheek at arms length. Cruel in the way that kindness can be. He tenses beneath you, shifting upright so suddenly that you blink up at him, confused.

“Everything okay, baby?”

The frown on his face indicates he’s anything but okay. “Yeah,” Spencer lies. “I just… I just thought—I mean, you knew I was planning to come visit, right?”

You hesitate. “Spence, we didn’t really discuss that, I—”

“I know we didn’t.” He tries to keep his frustration subtle, but it slips through when he runs a hand through his hair sharply. “But this? Us? How could I not?”

You try again, gentler this time. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to. I know you’re really busy, and—”

“I want to.”

The realisation settles slowly into your features. And then, quietly—naively—he lets himself ask, “Don’t you want me to?” 

Silence.

Oh. 

Somewhere deep inside him the ivy shrivels and the purple wildflowers wither. It appears that spring has come to a close. 

“Spencer,” you say gravely, “I thought we talked about this—” He doesn’t hear the rest. It all dissolves into static, white noise humming in his skull. He hates that tone on you—the way it sounds so careful, so deliberate. Its how you talk to Hotch, to unsubs, to people that need to be managed. Never how you talk to him. Not how you talk to him when you share sly jokes and interlock pinkies at the back of the van, thighs touching when you share a blanket in the jet. Not how you talk when you whisper baby, stop, someones gonna see us when he insists on a chaste kiss to your nose and another to your forehead—Because how could he ever stop at one?

He blinks back into focus when you reach for his hand, thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles.

He should brace for the inevitable. He knows what’s coming, but he’s too far gone for it to matter, too far off the deep end for it to hurt now. What’s a stab to the heart when you make up for it with cotton-soft kisses and a feather light touch? I’m sorry, baby. Please don’t be sad. I wish I could stay too. Don’t be mad, okay? I don’t want you to be mad at me. As if he ever could be. Not when you’re kissing him the way that you are. Still, Spencer tries to tell himself that the wildflowers that bloom into rosettes beneath your touch are fragile things. He tries to carve it into his bones to remind himself that they won’t survive the winter of your absence.

It starts with the smallest frost, like soft snowflakes clinging to his lashes, signs he might have missed if he wasn’t already looking out for them. “Baby, you shouldn’t have,” you say when he comes home with a restock of your makeup remover. Spencer only shrugs, wordless. He knows you mean it. Not out of politeness, not out of gratitude, but because there won’t be any use for it soon.

Winter calls for shorter days, for less sunlight. It brings more cases, more exhaustion, more time spent apart. Nights where Spencer wakes up to an empty bed because you’d insisted on packing your suitcase, and insisted on doing it alone. As it turns out, the cold really does bite. 

It all couldn’t happen fast enough.

Nobody bats an eye when Spencer insists on tagging along to drop you off at the airport. It’s practical, really—an extra set of hands. Even Morgan doesn’t say a word, doesn’t call him lover boy with that knowing smirk. Maybe he would’ve if Spencer didn’t already look like he was on the brink of death. Hotch keeps his goodbye brief, a quiet nod, a quick squeeze of your shoulder after he helps unload your suitcase from the van. He mumbles something about keeping in touch, about how the door’s always open. 

Spencer is the one who walks you to your terminal. You walk briskly ahead of him, fingers curled loosely around the handle of your suitcase. You’d brushed off his offer to help—All the better because he has to shove his hands into the pockets of his coat just to keep them steady. He tries to count the steps between the check-in counter and security. All in all, both literally and ironically, too little too late. 

This is finality, signed, sealed, delivered. The clock has run out. Spencer Reid is out of time. And, for once, Spencer Reid is out of words. 

So, it’s you who takes his hand, pulling him closer. Drop me a call if you ever come visit okay? I will, I will. You’ll love it there. Take care. Call me whenever. This was amazing. You’re amazing. You’re so good. Too good. It’s you who tilts his chin and kisses him with such force he wants call it love. He would call it love. If you asked, he’d rip the wildflowers from his ribs and place them at your feet as proof disguised as an offering. You’re kissing like you’re trying to make him forget—where you both are, where you’re going, where he’s staying. You pull away, breathless, fingertips ghosting along his jaw when the intercom blares above you. He lets the last shreds of sunlight slip from his grasp when you walk through the gate. Spencer doesn’t stay to see if you turn back or not. He’s felt like an afterthought enough. 

The van is quiet when he climbs in.

Spencer ignores Hotch’s glances, keeps his head down, busies himself with the air conditioning. Granted, he rarely sits shotgun, but still, today, it feels colder than usual.

“She’s a great agent.”

“She is. She… worked great in the team.” Spencer’s fingers tighten around the vent. He nods, swallows around the lump in his throat. “You should’ve offered her a spot.”

Hotch’s eyes stay set on the road. “I did. JJ and I drafted a two-year contract for her.”

Spencer scoffs bitterly, “yeah? I’m sure Strauss took that well.” 

“Strauss had no issue with it.” 

That makes Spencer pause. His head turns, brows pulling together. “Then?”

A beat of silence before Hotch exhales, “she rejected it.”

The world stops. His stomach drops first, then his chest. Fragile stems and violet petals turn brittle, cracking as the frost works its way through him. Tiny pieces of petals and frost splinter his being. A brief attachment, no doubt. He should’ve known better. He should’ve noticed the subtlest change in the winds, distractions cloaked in tender touches as wandering hands made their way beneath clothes, apologies in a baby, I wish I could stay too. He really should’ve remembered to forget you. 

He feels the wildflowers inside him freeze over and with the gentlest shift of breath—They shatter.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ hi if you're here! thank you so much for reading! likes, comments or reblogs are very much appreciated!

[melodic-haze]

you’re cooking so hard w those fics,,, may I request some sub clorinde?

one of the scenarios in the fic can be where she wears a vibrator on her shift 🙏 (semi-public ofc)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Clorinde x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: semi-public 🫶, use of toys (the vibe's silly and magical bc this is a magical world and I can do what I want), consensual sexual corruption

☆ — NOTES: Why is this so long anyway DUDE THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I try my best to hashtag serve the cuntry. I somehow brought Navia into it as well I hope you don't mind 😭😭😭 NOT in the pair though, just like a chunk of the post ig

Ohhh my god Clorinde looks SOOOO fun to toy with 🫶🫶🫶 your MIND anon

She takes her job so seriously but when she's off the clock she's so silly she's so unserious like just LOOK at her with Navia???? I love her

I think you two joke around when it's just the two of you in the comfort of your own home when the whole matter pops up. Maybe she's like prepping dinner for the two of you (if you can cook as well you probably have a rotation) as it happens

It was therapeutic, watching Clorinde practically glide around the kitchen in such an organised manner. She often said that her skills as the Champion Duelist and her skills as a home chef were synonymous together in multiple ways, though despite her meaning it as a jest her proficiency with both activities was undoubtedly unmatched. She said you were a bit biased too, but you paid no heed.

"..You look so much more relaxed here, compared to when you're out for work," you muse as you observed her.

To which she looks up at you momentarily before looking back down at the vegetables she was chopping up, her speed and efficiency not slipping up in any way despite the light distraction, "A guard cannot necessarily be seen as.. well, whimsical in order to be taken seriously."

"Yeah, but you're THE Champion Duelist. Surely that allows you some form of leeway towards having to act all serious every time."

"I'm afraid not, mon ange." She shakes her head with a small smile, "What brought this up all of a sudden?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. I guess whenever I see you around, I always see you so.. focused and stoic."

"You mean to say I'm boring when we are outside?"

"You aren't? But you could do with some loosening up."

She looks up again with an amused eyebrow raise, "Between the two of us, my body is much more limber compared to yours."

"You ass!" You scoffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance, "Go back to cutting carrots instead of taking potshots at me."

"Taking shots is my specialty, though? And I was already done with the task."

"Clorinde!"

The electro wielder chuckled lightly before moving to pour the vegetable mix into the pan, "Still, I fail to see your point."

"My point is," you push yourself off the wall you had been leaning on and move closer to your girlfriend, "I wanna see you all cute during your job at least once."

"Am I not 'cute' enough for you?"

"You are! But I feel like I should be intimidated too. Because, you know, I don't really want to be put in the spotlight for some kinda crime."

"Uh huh. Say I do agree with you then; what do you propose I do?" She is genuinely curious at first, but when she sees you smile the way you do that's when she gets suspicious, "..I know that look, mon cœur. You want to do something risqué."

You hum as if pondering your next response while your arms wrap around her waist, though with the way she turns around with a knowing look and a swift move of turning the stove strength all the way down, you know that she doesn't believe that innocent bout of 'thinking' one bit.

"Do I? You really think so?"

"I know so." And she leans to kiss your cheek, "My skills in observation combined with my knowledge of your every habit isn't useless, you know.

"Hmm... Well, then." Your fingers snuck underneath the fabric of her shirt and traced nonsensical shapes on her skin as you spoke, "I did find something—an item—that could help you.. de-stress during work."

You know she took the hint when you looked her vibrant purple eyes. Perhaps you could've sworn them glow like the element she has command over.

But when she asks you of it—

"And what may this.. item be?"

—you both know full well that that is the only thing she has control over when you're involved.

When she finds out that you want to stuff a vibrator in her for the whole day as she works, she has to give herself time to process it. Like, really? While she's supposed to stay vigilant in case something wrong happens??? Like be serious wth is she gonna do when she's all dumb and distracted and something goes awfully wrong??????

All you say is that while you'd wanna try it out to see what happens, you won't force her to do so.........and against her better judgement, she takes it back. Not only does she want to make you happy and that she wants to prove that she isn't a coward, she.. is a little (a lot) interested in what may happen. Plus "it will prove to be somewhat of a fun challenge", she says, which yk whatever works for her

She learns to regret that come (lmao) the next day when it's actually put into practice

You found this specific vibe from a wandering seller, you see. Powered by a mix of different elements and with the usage of their reactions, it came in a pair—one that was now deep inside her and the other in your pocket, ready for you to hold onto and simply think on the intensity of the bullet's vibrations and effects

Its control range was rather far too, so it's not as if you even had to be in the city to control it. You wanted to see how she deals with such a situation though, so the most you do is carry on with your day instead of constantly following her around (but you do bump into her 'on accident' quite a few times though)

At first it starts out relatively fine for her. It's a manageable feeling, with it interchanging between a weak pace to something slightly faster—she can ignore it with her masterful discipline. Hell, she's even thinking that you might actually be taking it easy on her bc of her earlier concerns which.. how nice of you!!!

Except she's WRONG❗️❗️❗️ You're not being nice, you're biding your time. She probably should've been suspicious but she trusted you unconditionally which would be so cute and flattering at any other moment.........but right now it was so deliciously naive of her, to just let her guard down with you like that

You're slowly but surely testing the waters by playing with the intensity beyond its lowest settings; having it slowly incline nd decline, making it spike up, even manipulating the pattern of its vibrations within your mind. And you can tell that every mental command is successfully transferred when the gem you hold pulses with a faint feeling of warmth that passes after a very brief moment

You can't see her half the time whenever you're off doing something else but maybe that's what makes it better, especially when you see her and you make a point to keep out of her line of sight. She looks around for you like a frazzled animal that's trying to seem composed and yet you know she's becoming anything but from the way she subtly jolts to attention every time you change the vibe's directions, all endearingly paranoid over what you do next as you change the settings again and again and again

Despite the risk and the paranoia and everything though? As much as she wants to deny it, there is an ever increasing pool of arousal in her panties. It's not just from the vibrator, however—it's from the possible risk of getting caught partaking in the sinful act of walking around with a sex toy stuffed inside of her. She can't believe it, but the thrill of the risk and the overthinking is definitely not doing her any favours in terms of trying to keep calm

It's when she has a certain exchange that has her ABSOLUTELY ruined. She had spotted Navia during one of her breaks the same time that the other had clocked onto her too. The head of the Spina di Rosula walked up to her with a smile and a friendly greeting and in no time at all, they get to talking the minutes away

Catching up to Navia again without such dreadful tension from before was definitely a relief. It was as if they had chatted about everything and nothing at all at the same time, with the both of them laughing lightly. The exchange was certainly a welcome distraction, both from her job and the bullet-shaped vibrator that hit and teased her sensitive spots every now and again—you had definitely become braver as time went on, but you weren't going to break her composure just yet.

..Or well, really, she realised that she probably shouldn't have given it any thought when her eyes see you watching her at a distance. She trails off in the midst of her sentence as time seemed to slow to a stop when your lips curl up into an all-too-familiar expression.

Before Navia can even ask her if she's okay or try to break her out of her sudden reverie, Clorinde flinches and almost keels over at the sudden EXTREME increase of speed and force and-- is that a temperature increase too? She doesn't react quietly either—she bites back a yelp, managing a strangled gasp instead. Was this what you were aiming for the entire time? To build it all up until the most inopportune time??

Navia was undoubtedly worried, her hands immediately dropping her parasol to hold her friend steady, "Clorinde?! What happened? Are you hurt?"

The duelist shook her head in an attempt to clear her head but the ever-shifting movement inside her didn't allow that. So instead she tried her best to answer as unaffected as possible, despite her seemingly dramatic display, "Yes, I-- mm.. I'm alright. Just a sudden migraine, is all. Perhaps I've been-- working too hard."

"Whatever did I tell you about working yourself to the bone," the blonde asks, though she doesn't look fully convinced that it's just a migraine, "maybe you should retire for the day. I can tell your--"

"No! It's alright," she rushes out, "I will be fine after some time, you need not worry about me."

"But--"

"Do you not think I can handle myself?"

"I do, but if a migraine gets you such a violent reaction, then surely that's a cause for concern. Are friends not allowed to be worried for each other?"

They are, except this isn't really a migraine she's suffering from!!

(She doesn't know whether she loves or hates the fact that her not being able to say anything about her predicament to her good friend gets her going even more.)

"She probably needs a little rest, somewhere where the sun isn't hitting her eyes."

"Y/N!"

Clorinde looks to you approaching behind the blonde and making yourself known with a happy greeting and she can't help but narrow her eyes at you despite the vibrator in her cunt trying to take all her focus away from her.. or maybe it was due to exactly that, to which your smile widens just a tad further at the effect you have on her.

"Yes, that would be a good place for me to recover. In fact," she keeps her eyes on you as she speaks, "they can take it-- mnf.. take it here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, no need to worry. I will talk to you again s-- ..soon, Navia."

Soon enough, you all part ways (you with Clorinde in tow), leaving a very confused and suspicious Navia alone where you once stood. Neither of you say anything, though as you both reach a deserted alley somewhere, sun blocked by the towering buildings around you, that's when she snaps.

And it is such a lovely thing to witness.

By snapping, I don't mean that she cums right away. I mean she's all over you, gloved hands grasping onto your body and hastily pleading for you to finally help her take the edge off

You're so absolutely mean for doing what you did!!! She says she regrets ever saying yes to this plan and entertaining you like this, to which you laugh at her face. Sure, it would've been a cruel reaction to her distress.. if she weren't so addled with lust; her eyes dark and pupils blown wide, her panties unbelievably wet

It gets worse when you whisper things to her as well such as "you definitely enjoyed it" and "do you think Navia knew? Would you have wanted her to know?" bc even when she shakes her head vehemently and denies it, you can feel her pussy pulsing as you taunt her.........

But then you pull your hand back and Clorinde's looking at you in a mix of frustration and confusion, a complete far cry from her ever-so-composed demeanour on a normal day

She asks you why. Does she need to beg even more? Do you want her to do anything else? She needs this but she's also very aware you're still outside, despite this corner of the area being practically abandoned, so it both gives her a thrill AND a sense of urgency

Your answer? Not one she expected, but should have probably saw coming from a mile away: you want her to cum with the toy and herself only. She's right, this IS still a public space.. so obviously such close proximity would be VERY suspicious, right? And nobody would be able to see the toy buzzing in her, so surely it'd be the best solution

She tries to protest, but you don't budge. Hell, threaten to turn it off for the rest of the day and she'll keel over and do exactly what you ask her to do

So you manipulate the vibrator, up close and personal this time, and you relish in the restricted moans and desperate breaths she lets out as she essentially fucks herself in the alleyway with your help. As the vibe bends to your will within her in different ways, she took her glove off one of her hands with her teeth in a desperate attempt to not dirty her visible clothing before her now-ungloved hand darts into her panties to rub her clit and pleasure herself to you

It's not long when she practically explodes as the setting goes the highest it's ever been, her orgasm SO intense that it has her seeing stars and actually dropping to the ground if it weren't for you immediately rushing over to catch her on time (and maybe you get a light shock of electro too, much to your chagrin, but really it's technically your fault so 🤷‍♀️). You use the control gem to help her with her high, slowly decreasing its intensity until the after-shock is reduced to a few twitches from her here and there

She's practically a lifeless form for a few mins and you can't help but laugh at the situation. She lifts her head up, absolutely unimpressed at your amusement, though a small smile makes her way onto her lips anyway

When she's gained enough strength to hold herself up without falling (mostly bc you whine after a while ab how she's heavy, to which she slaps you up in the head lightly and tells you it's your fault lmao), you both make sure she looks presentable enough to actually go back in public again. You asked her if she wanted to skip instead but she's so duty-bound that she doesn't gaf if she feels fucked-out, she WILL continue her duties

But like. Let's be real though. Esp when you told her she could take the toy out bc you're more than satisfied but she wanted to actually keep it in? You both know that not only will you both have a round two of sorts when you get back home, but this won't necessarily be the last time you'll use this toy after today

You could say she found a love for it 🤷‍♀️ not like she'd ever explicitly admit it when she's not all dumbed out for you in the comfort of your own home

She doesn't even really need to, not with that display earlier

[roronoagem]

Hi Rin! I really like your writing and since your requests are open can I ask for Law hc x fem!reader who is short and badly nearsighted/wears glasses? Thank you and I hope you will overcome your writers block soon! ✨️

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: fem!reader (but can also be read as gn!r tbh), r is short and wears glasses (duh), fluff, law joking a couple of times bc he’s very comfortable w you, can be either romantic or platonic ig? not proofread.

a/n: FIRST OF ALL. thank you so much !! i’m always apologising whenever i write reqs i think you guys are gonna stop sending them lmao (i won’t blame you for it tbh). i wear glasses and i’m short compared to law, so it’s perfect for me LOL thank you for sending a req btw & i hope you’ll enjoy it even if it’s incredibly short >_< (i say this a lot too huh?)

alright, law would find you pretty but would probably take loads of time to actually tell you lol.

he would pat your head every once in a while as a way to tell you “good job”.

he helps you reach stuff and sometimes would gently lift you off the ground to move you out of his way — i repeat myself, gently.

if u don’t enjoy sudden physical contact he wouldn’t do it ofc.

he likes observing you fixing your glasses.

i also think that somehow he would check on you periodically — like to check if you need new glasses or stuff, y’know.

and whenever you actually have to change them, he would say something like “you can see me better now, right?” with a grin.

if he’s in the mood, he would also joke about your height ngl.

“oh, didn’t see you there,” when purposely bumping into you while walking.

he means no harm so if you’re uncomfortable w such jokes he would stop right away, if you don’t mind he’s up for it.

he’s attentive and observant so i don’t really think you need to say that out loud for him to notice.

psst. law wears glasses too when he’s busy reading or sum.

if you two are close, i think he would try and rest his arm on your head and act like nothing.

he’s the kind to take off your glasses if he catches you sleeping with them still on your nose.

[tomssexdoll]

I HAVE A REQUEST!!

Subby Tom.. BUT!!

Okay so subby Tom but he calls the reader mama..? i’ve seen that in a few bill fics and i js love the idea

Yess!

Pissed off

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: angst at the start, smut and a little bit of fluff at the end SYPNOSIS: You come home from a party, pissed off with Tom for letting a girl openly flirt with him right in front of you. A/N: i cant lie im not the best at doing men as subs but i'll try my best tysm for the request <3 WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, tom!sub, reader!dom, edging ig?, p in v (riding), eating punani

I walked into Tom and I's shared apartment, slamming my keys onto the kitchen bench and storming off into the bedroom, "i can't believe you let that fucking bitch just flirt with you right in front of me!" I screamed.

"Baby I'm sorry..I just didn't know what to do.." He said, lying so obviously. I rolled my eyes at his pathetic excuse and just changed out of my skimpy outfit, going into the shower to wash off all the sweat that had accumilated on my body the whole night.

As I finished my shower, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel, nearly forgetting tonights events when I saw Tom walking in, his head slightly down, waiting for me to finish.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him, glaring deeply.

"I-" he hesitated, a look of fear on his face "I'm really sorry Y/N, you know how much I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you" he whimpered softly.

I felt my legs burn up as he whimpered, thinking of all the things I could do to him.

"Get on the bed." I said sternly, staring straight at him.

"W-what..? Mama..I.." he said, acting dumb to piss me off even more, what a brat.

"You heard me, get on the bed, now." I said.

He winced slightly and sat on the edge of the bed, I sat next to him and started to rub his already noticeable erection, his breathing hitched "m-mama..please" he shut his eyes "don't tease me please..i need you.." he begged, pushing my hand down harder on his hard cock.

I slapped his hand away, his eyes opening widely as I stopped my movements. "Only good boys get what they want, and have you been a good boy?" he looked down at me with puppy eyes, "no.." I chuckled "exactly, so don't push it" I snarled.

15 MINS LATER

I had pulled his cock out, rubbing his sensitive tip with my thumb and teasing him to insanity. He moaned loudly as I slowly jerked his cock off. "Please! Let me cum mama..please.." he whimpered, holding onto my arm as it slowly jerked him off.

"Nuh uh, like I said, only good boys get what they want, and you're not allowed to cum, listen to what mama says.." I continued to stroke softly, pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

"Look at that..so eager to cum?" I swiped my thumb over his tip and licked the precum off, smirking as he nodded quickly. "Aww okay then, since you've been a good boy for me for the past 15 minutes I'll let you cum darling.." I whispered sensually in his ear.

He tried to contain his excitement with a huge smile, it was so cute, he was my good boy. I got up and took my clothes off, starting with my pants and panties, gripping onto both of them and managing to take them both off at the same time. I climbed onto his lap and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my pussy and slowly sliding it in. I moaned softly and started to ride him.

He threw his head back and held onto my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, slamming my pussy into his cock. "Mm..s-so good mama, need you so bad.." he moaned, grabbing onto my clothed breasts. I smirked and took my top off for him, "you wanna suck mamas tits..hmm..?" he nodded eagerly and dove his head into my boobs, latching onto one of them and sucking softly, I moaned and continued to ride him harshly.

"Fuck.." I whimpered slightly, feeling a knot begin to form in my stomach, knowing I was close to my orgasm. I continued to slam my hips down, speeding up the pace.

Tom continued to whimper as my pace got brutal, slamming up and down constantly onto his cock, he let go of my boob and a string of saliva followed, I giggled and looked down at him "such a good boy.." I smashed my lips into his as I bounced up and down repetedly.

"F-fuck..mama..gonna cum.." he held onto my hips tightly as my movements began to slow down slightly. "Come f'me..ok baby?" I looked deep into his eyes, he nodded as he rolled his eyes back, shooting his seed deep into me, his thick cum coating my walls completely. As he came in me I moaned loudly and came on his cock "oh you're such a good boy.." I said in between breaths.

After a bit I got off his cock, he seemed to relax a bit and got up to clean himself. "Excuse me, where are you going? Don't think im done with you yet, come here now." I grabbed his arm "sorry mama.." he said shyly.

I climbed on the bed and sat back into the pillows, spreading my legs wide open, motioning for him to come over. "Eat my pussy baby, cmon." I instructed him, he happily obliged and wrapped his arms around my thighs, licking and sucking on my clit.

"Holy fuck you're so good.." I moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue on my sensitive bud. I could feel him smile on my pussy at the praise.

"Mm..so good mama.." he moaned, continuing to eat my pussy so well, his nails digging into my thighs.

The way his tongue felt on my clit was pure ecstacy, I didn't need to take drugs I just needed Tom to eat my pussy. He was so good at it, no one i've ever been with before has been this good. I smiled to myself, knowing I taught him well. Before me he was hopeless at it, the only thing he knew how to do was use his dick, not pleasuring any woman he was in contact with.

He was slightly dominant at the start of our relationship but I could tell it was a facade, once he got comfortable enough he started to sub, even with our major height difference of me being 5'6 and him being 6'2, it still worked perfectly.

"Cmon baby, make mama cum, doing so good..fuck.." I moaned softly, he quickened his pace and collecting all of my sweetness with his tongue.

He continued to flick his tongue on my clit, suck it and kiss it, I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach "so close baby..cmon.." I whined as he pleasured me deeply, grabbing onto his braids and tugging them slightly. He slightly winced at the pain and went even faster, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and shuddered as my orgasm washed over me.

Tom moaning as I came, instantly licking everything up, not wasting a single drop.

I caught my breath and pulled away, he looked back up at me and i smiled, seeing his chin glistening with my cum. "Lets clean you up baby cmon.." I got a tissue from the nightstand and cleaned his mouth and chin.

"What do we say?" I pulled him closer "thankyou mama..I love you" he smiled warmly, I kissed him softly "good boy."

E/N: HEY Y'ALL HOW WAS IT?? I hope you all enjoyed cause I put a lot of effort into this, keep on sending requests ily all <3

[thatlotuscookie]

I know I have a lot of a lot of people about this question but how do you feel about the League of villains staying at reader’s families Haunted Mansion (like the Disney movie haunted mansion with Eddie Murphy?) since Halloween is coming up just thought it would be fun? 😄

✧･ﾟ: a/n : ooh, I love that idea! The League of Villains in a haunted mansion sounds like a perfect mix of spooky and fun, especially with Halloween coming up! :33 I can just imagine all the chaos they’d bring. Thanks for the suggestion. HAHA imagine trick or treating/pumpkin carving w them, that would be funny. enjoy!!

✧ Title: ✧ Haunted Mansion Shenanigans ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kurogiri, Toga, Reader (Gender Neutral), theres also a bit of Dabi x Reader loll i got carried away w my fav villain udwoq ✧ Genre: Halloween, Fluff, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: It's Halloween season, and your family's old mansion becomes the perfect backdrop for a gathering of the League of Villains. ✧ Content Warnings: None really, ig Horror elements?? LMAO. Language✧ WC: 3007 words // 17k chars

It was Halloween season, and the air was thick with the scent of fallen leaves and impending chills. Your family's old mansion, inherited from a long line of eccentric relatives, stood at the edge of town. With its creaking wooden floors, ornate chandeliers, and walls lined with portraits that seemed to follow you, it was the perfect setting for a gathering of the League of Villains.

As you prepared for their arrival, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbled in your chest. You loved your friends, but bringing the League of Villains into your family’s home felt like a recipe for chaos. Still, the thought of sharing your favorite Halloween traditions with them filled you with warmth.

When the League finally arrived, they stepped through the heavy, creaking doors, eyes wide with curiosity. Dabi strolled in first, his usual aloof demeanor overshadowed by a hint of intrigue. “Nice place you got here,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the grand foyer.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, got character,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Kurogiri floated in next, his foggy form swirling around him. “A most peculiar ambiance,” he remarked, glancing around with an approving nod.

Toga bounced in, her energy infectious. “This place is perfect for a spooky party! Look at those portraits! I wonder if they’ll move!” She dashed to one of the paintings, peering closely, her wide grin revealing her excitement.

“Focus, Toga,” Shigaraki grumbled, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “We’re not here to play with ghosts.”

“Aw, come on! Where’s your sense of fun?” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fun? You mean destruction?” he shot back, though even he couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips as he watched Toga.

As the evening wore on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows throughout the mansion. You had set up a movie marathon featuring classic horror films, and the group settled in the grand living room, surrounded by dim lighting and flickering candles.

“Why do you even like this stuff?” Dabi asked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed.

“It’s tradition! Plus, it’s fun to be scared,” you replied, trying to convince him. “A little thrill never hurt anyone, right?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. Instead, he let his gaze wander, catching snippets of the movie. You could see a flicker of interest behind his usual disinterest.

The first film began, a classic slasher flick. Toga was immediately glued to the screen, gasping and laughing at every jump scare. “This is amazing!” she squealed, eyes shining with excitement.

Kurogiri sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the screen, occasionally glancing at Toga, who was completely absorbed in the film. Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed utterly uninterested. He lounged on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his thigh.

“Why are we watching this junk?” he mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Can’t we just destroy something?”

“Shut up, Shigaraki! This is Halloween! You’re supposed to enjoy it,” you chided, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

As the movie progressed, Dabi found himself relaxing more, despite his attempts to remain cool and aloof. He leaned back against the couch, seemingly unfazed, but you caught the way his eyes flickered towards you now and then. A small part of him was invested, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time the first movie ended, the atmosphere had shifted. Laughter and playful banter filled the air, and you felt a warm sense of belonging with your friends.

“Alright, next movie!” you declared, rifling through the stack of DVDs.

But before you could decide, Dabi’s voice broke through the chatter. “I need a drink. Anyone want anything?” He stood up, stretching lazily.

“I’ll take some snacks!” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Same,” Shigaraki said, a hint of excitement creeping into his otherwise bored tone.

As Dabi headed to the kitchen, you followed, hoping to lighten the mood further. “You know, I’m glad you came. I thought you’d all back out.”

“Why would we do that?” he replied, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on you. “This is actually kinda… nice.”

His admission caught you off guard. Dabi, usually so guarded, was letting his walls down, even if just a little. You felt your cheeks warm, and you quickly diverted your gaze to the snacks.

“So, uh, what do you think of the mansion?” you asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

“It’s creepy,” he replied, his expression serious. “But not in a bad way. I get why you like it.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.”

Dabi met your gaze, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere outside faded away. You could sense a shift between you, something unspoken but lingering in the air. Just as you were about to say more, Toga burst into the kitchen, her energy disrupting the moment.

“Did you guys find the ghost yet?” she joked, peering around the kitchen as if expecting to see a spectral figure.

“No ghost here,” Dabi replied, smirking. “Just us. Boring.”

“Boring? I don’t think so! This place is amazing!” Toga insisted, grabbing a handful of chips and munching loudly.

With snacks in hand, you all returned to the living room. As the second movie started—a classic ghost story—you settled back into your spot, trying to ignore the electric tension that had formed between you and Dabi.

The film had just begun when the lights flickered ominously, casting strange shadows around the room. A low rumble of thunder echoed outside, and the power flickered momentarily.

“Great, just what we need,” Shigaraki grumbled, his annoyance apparent.

Toga laughed nervously. “It’s just part of the ambiance, right?”

As if on cue, the power went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. A collective gasp echoed, followed by a burst of laughter from Toga.

“Okay, this is officially spooky!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with thrill.

“Great. Now we’re in a horror movie,” Shigaraki deadpanned, his eyes glinting in the faint light from the candles.

Dabi, however, seemed unfazed. He pulled out his phone, using its light to illuminate the room. “Guess we’ll have to make our own fun.”

“Like what?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light despite the darkness.

“Ghost stories?” he suggested, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You felt a rush of adrenaline. “Sure! But we can’t just tell any ghost story. It has to be about this mansion!”

Everyone agreed, and the circle formed as you took turns sharing your scariest tales. As you began recounting a particularly chilling story about a lost spirit who haunted the very halls of your mansion, you noticed Dabi leaning closer, his interest piqued.

As the night wore on, the stories became more elaborate, filled with exaggerated details and laughter. You could see Toga getting more animated, while Shigaraki leaned back, pretending to be disinterested but clearly entertained.

Then, suddenly, the lights flickered back on, illuminating the room once more. Dabi leaned back, arms crossed, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Boring,” he declared, earning a round of groans from everyone.

But the mood had shifted again. With the stories lingering in the air, you could feel the energy around you change, becoming more intimate. Dabi’s gaze occasionally flicked to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest.

“Alright, who’s ready for the next movie?” you announced, trying to steer everyone back to the fun.

“I say we watch something scary!” Toga suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, something that’ll actually make us jump,” Shigaraki added, his tone sarcastic.

You rummaged through the movies, finally settling on a psychological thriller. As the film started, you felt Dabi settle beside you on the couch, his body heat radiating against you. The tension between you two felt electric, every small movement of his heightening your awareness.

Halfway through the movie, as a particularly tense scene unfolded, Dabi suddenly leaned closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It felt comforting, safe. You could feel your heart race, and you glanced sideways at him. He didn’t seem to notice your gaze, his focus entirely on the screen, though you caught a glimpse of a rare softness in his expression.

The film continued, tension building as characters faced impossible choices, and you found yourself drawn into it all—Dabi’s presence beside you, the stories you’d shared, the camaraderie you all had found in this spooky setting.

Just when you thought the night couldn’t get any better, Toga suddenly let out a squeal as a jump scare lit up the screen. Dabi’s grip tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as you stifled a laugh.

You could feel Dabi's heart beating steadily beside you, and his warmth enveloped you like a soft blanket. You tried to focus on the movie, but the moment was charged with a different kind of tension, one that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. Every so often, you'd catch him glancing at you, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

As the plot twisted and turned, the movie's atmosphere grew heavier, filled with dread and suspense. The tension among the group mirrored that of the film, but you could also feel the underlying connection between you and Dabi deepening. When the characters on screen faced peril, you couldn’t help but lean slightly into him, seeking comfort.

"Hey, what's wrong? You scared?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shot him a playful glare. "Maybe a little. It's just… it's a creepy movie!"

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “It’s just a movie, you know. You’re not actually gonna get haunted.” His voice dropped slightly, almost conspiratorial. “Unless you count me as the real ghost here.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Right, a ghost with a fiery personality.”

As the film reached its climax, with suspenseful music heightening the tension, the room was filled with gasps and shouts. Toga was on the edge of her seat, clutching the edge of the couch, while Shigaraki let out an exasperated sigh, trying to act indifferent. But you could tell he was just as engaged, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

When the movie finally reached its conclusion, and the credits began to roll, everyone erupted into a discussion about their favorite parts. You were still riding the adrenaline from the film when Dabi leaned back, stretching his arms behind you in a casual yet deliberate manner. His presence enveloped you, leaving no space between your bodies.

“Alright, who’s next to pick a movie?” you asked, trying to keep the energy going.

“I wanna watch something funny now! I need to lighten the mood after that horror fest,” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t pick something stupid.”

With the lights flickering, you rummaged through the stack of movies again, finally landing on a classic comedy. As you set it up, Dabi shifted slightly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his arm against yours.

As the film played, laughter filled the room, and the energy shifted once more. Toga was in fits of giggles, clutching her stomach as she laughed at the antics on screen, while Shigaraki rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed but trying to hide the small smirk on his face.

Dabi, however, had grown quieter. You glanced at him, noticing how he seemed to be lost in thought. His usual laid-back demeanor was replaced by a contemplative expression.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the laughter around you.

He turned his head, locking eyes with you, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. “Just… thinking,” he replied, his voice low.

“About what?” you pressed gently, curious about what went through his mind.

“Just how this is… different,” he admitted, glancing back at the screen but clearly not focused on the movie anymore. “Not bad different, just… different.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Dabi. It means a lot.”

He met your gaze again, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background—the laughter, the movie, the eerie ambiance of the mansion. “Yeah, well… I guess I didn’t mind it,” he replied, his tone softer than usual.

Before you could respond, Toga suddenly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, but who’s brave enough to explore the mansion? I want to find ghosts!”

“Oh, come on!” Shigaraki groaned. “You’re not serious.”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Toga insisted, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I’ll go,” you said, catching Dabi’s gaze. “I could use some more adventure, and who knows what we might find?”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes again, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. “Fine. Just don’t scream and make us all look like idiots.”

With that, the group rallied together, ready for exploration. You could feel the thrill in the air as you made your way through the mansion, guided by the flickering glow of candles.

As you wandered the hallways, the portraits seemed to watch your every move. Dabi stayed close to you, his presence grounding amidst the uncertainty. Occasionally, he’d brush against you, his warmth radiating through the chilly air.

You paused in front of a particularly imposing portrait of an ancestor, the eyes seeming to follow you. “This one gives me the creeps,” you muttered.

“Creeped out by a painting?” Dabi teased, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You turned to him, a mock-serious expression on your face. “It’s not just any painting! It’s a haunted one!”

“Right. And I’m a ghost,” he replied, smirking.

You both shared a laugh, and for a moment, the tension of the night melted away.

As you ventured deeper into the mansion, you heard a creak from upstairs. “Did you hear that?” Toga whispered, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. Let’s check it out,” you suggested, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

As you made your way up the grand staircase, the floorboards creaked beneath your feet. Dabi followed closely behind, and you could sense his protectiveness. As you reached the top, the hallway was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls.

“Okay, we’re here,” you whispered. “What now?”

“Now we listen,” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

The silence was almost deafening, filled only with the faint sounds of the wind outside. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing the candles to flicker wildly. Toga jumped, grabbing onto your arm tightly.

“Okay, that was creepy,” she squeaked.

Just then, Dabi stepped forward, his expression serious. “Stay close,” he murmured, moving to stand slightly in front of you.

As you wandered down the hall, you passed a door slightly ajar. “What’s in there?” you asked, motioning towards it.

“Let’s find out,” Dabi said, nudging the door open with a flick of his wrist. The room inside was dusty, filled with old furniture and cobwebs. A single window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that made the sheer curtains flutter.

Toga peered in, her curiosity piqued. “Ooh, spooky! Let’s look around!” she exclaimed, stepping inside.

As the group explored, you felt Dabi’s presence close behind you. His warmth was comforting, grounding you amid the eerie ambiance of the room.

Suddenly, Toga let out a small squeal, pointing at a rusted old mirror. “Guys, look! It’s a magic mirror! I bet it shows your future!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone. “Or it just reflects your face.”

Dabi stepped forward, looking at the mirror with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe in that stuff.”

You moved closer, the mirror reflecting your curious expression. “What if it really does show something? What’s the harm in looking?”

As you stepped in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your reflection, but something felt different. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow behind you in the glass.

“Did you see that?” you gasped, spinning around.

“See what?” Dabi asked, looking around.

You pointed back at the mirror. “I swear I saw something! It was—”

Before you could finish, the mirror suddenly shattered, glass exploding outward, causing everyone to jump back in surprise.

“Holy—!” Shigaraki shouted, pulling Toga closer as he braced himself.

Dabi instinctively stepped in front of you, his body shielding you from the broken shards. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, your heart racing. “But that was creepy!”

Toga laughed nervously, glancing between you and Dabi. “That was the coolest thing ever! It’s like a horror movie!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” Shigaraki muttered, looking unimpressed.

Dabi’s grip on you tightened for a moment, his eyes scanning the room. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his tone serious.

You nodded in agreement, and the group hurried back into the hallway, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Once back in the main area, the tension shifted. The excitement of exploring the mansion and the spooky atmosphere heightened your awareness of Dabi’s presence beside you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a safe harbor in the chaotic night.

As you settled back in the living room, you glanced over at Dabi. He seemed different now, his usual aloofness replaced by a genuine curiosity.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked softly, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“Yeah, just… a lot happening,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But it’s not bad. Just different, like I said.”

You smiled, appreciating his honesty. “I’m glad you’re here. It makes all of this more fun.”

His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken connection, a shared understanding of the night’s unpredictability.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Guess I don’t mind being your ghost tonight.”

[strlitetheatre]

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[fandoomrants]

When I re-joined the Marauders fandom around a year ago, I was coming across lots of people complaining how toxic this fandom has become.

I didn't quite understand what they meant back then as I haven't been active in the fandom for a long time (completely missed the ATYD era and most huge changes and things, didn't know how most ships came into existence still don't but I'm afraid to ask plus I'm already on board ig and also too many characters that were barely mentioned when I was in the fandom) so I couldn't decide what made it "toxic".

For the longest time I assumed it was people insisting on their ships and headcanons and throwing hate on people who shipped different things (God forbid people liking Harry's parents as a thing instead of making them both queer and into other people) and I suppose that's truly what most people view as "toxic" to this day but lately I genuinely saw the real toxicity of the fandom.

It's people's approach towards the people that create any content for the fandom. That's the truly toxic thing.

Is it normal that writers have to put a thousand warnings on their fics or even delete them from stop people from binding them and trying to sell them?

Or artists having to constantly report people reposting their works without proper credits?

Or cosplayers having to explain themselves to "fans" accusing them of... cosplaying?? And daring to have a personality and content outside the character(s) they cosplay?

The whole point of the fandom is that things are made from FANS for other FANS. The things people write/draw/edit/cosplay, they do because they genuinely like these characters and this world, and because they know others do too, and would enjoy the way they express their ideas of said things. And they all do it for FREE too.

If people want to support them, they can do it the proper way, spreading the popularity of these creators by sharing their work and giving credits. There is absolutely no reason to spread around someone's work, especially for money, when it's out there and perfectly available for FREE. It's wrong and even if the intentions are good which I doubt, there is this thing called copyright and it can cause harm to those creators because the characters aren't original. (What's worse, when people sell fics, they actually "give credits" and put down the writers' names/urls.)

And if they don't like them for some reason, they're free to just not engage because nobody is shoving it in their faces by force. Blogs, tiktok accounts, tags, etc can be BLOCKED. If you don't enjoy someone's content, just leave them alone and don't go around yapping and throwing hate at them. It's simple as that. (Unless there is a valid reason to cancel someone and there usually isn't any except for people simply not liking them for one reason or another.)

Being in a fandom means that there will be things that you'll be on board with and then some you wouldn't be but don't forget the creators aren't doing it to offend anyone, they're expressing themselves like everyone else does by discussing or creating their own stuff. If it's not your cup of tea, go drink some cold water.

In any case, people shouldn't forget that anyone that creates any type of content:

1) is doing it for free, by their own free will, in their own free time.

2) is a normal human being. They're not the character(s) they create stuff about. They have their own struggles and difficulties they face in their life but still find the time to create these things you enjoy.

3) is not obliged to interact with/do commissions for people just because they're trying to abuse them into it by constantly sending asks and messages.

4) has privacy. Nobody wants people trying to probe into their life just because they are known among some community. Same goes for actual actors/artist, writers. Being famous doesn't erase the right to have something your fans aren't privy to.

5) has boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, and things they are okay/not okay with that should be taken into consideration.

I genuinely find it a bit fascinating how people decided to take away these characters and modify them so much as one big FU to the original author due to her toxic behaviour, yet they manage to create a toxic environment for others too.

P.S.: Please do not engage with this post if you'll be making any claims that any creator that has decided to make their work public is obliged to stand and take hate, mistreatment, etc. There is a not-so-thin line between constructive criticism, and spreading hate and being mean and disrespectful.

[atinyniki]

Okay loved that. Okay crazy thought: hyunjin subbiest baby on earth and i mean very subby just whimpering so whining so fucking much

ok well. just ruining me again ig… i have a fic abt this too! it’s called ‘mistakes and apologies’ and there’s one scene in there like this

gn! reader x hyunjin

warnings: smut mdni, penetrative sex, blowjobs, palming, cumming inside, no protection, slight exhibitionism?

SMUT UNDER THE CUT ‼️

ok… when i think about hyune… he gives SUCH submissive vibes. you’ve heard him whine and seen how dramatic he is. i just KNOW he’d throw his head back and whimper to his hearts content the second your lips touch his dick.

even palming him through his clothes would get him all needy. just imagine playing with him under the table while you’re out for dinner with the members and their girlfriends. he has to keep his whimpers down but just ends up grinding onto your hand even more 😵‍💫

i can just imagine hyunjin laid out on the bed all pretty and staring at you eagerly while looking exactly like this emoji 🥺 he knows exactly how to get what he wants, and he looooves when you take care of him. he looks directly into your eyes and begs, “please 🥺, need you…”

his whimpers are SOOO loud too and he’s so goddamn whiny. the second you sink down onto him he’s grabbing onto your hips and digging his nails into them, trying his best not to cum right then and there. but he can’t help himself, so he just whines as he releases inside of you.

and when you try to pick yourself up off of him, he pulls you right back down. “w-where are you going? i can go again…” im also very convinced he calls you daddy/mommy so just imagine the breathless moans and panting you hear from him as he slowly gets dumber and dumber and eventually that’s the only word you can hear from him 😵‍💫

maybe i’m just a sub hyune enthusiast. maybe im a sub skz enthusiast. or maybe im just horny… 😇

[spacewaffling]

WARNING : YAPPING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Im so used to having many lore streams on ls and streams where I a viewer get to know what is happening on the server that when I try to interact more w other pvp centered smps like bliss smp and strength smp (besides just watching videos) it is a mere drought compared to ls.

Like the ONLY way I will be able to see what's going on in the server is through videos, and most ccs will edit, lie, and cut out things that happen, which I very much dislike (lsers does it too ik) and I prefer streamed content 100 times over videos w some very few exceptions ..

I know there are some streamers on these servers I mentioned, but they either stream irregularly like on main events/ when nothing is going on or the ones who stream a bit more regularly are chill streamers where info about what goes on is limited.

Now, I obviously don't expect these servers to be lore servers at all like ls (duh but there is some plot yk), and I understand that streaming regularly can be difficult. I'm just yapping to share my grievances bc I want to watch other smps that are not just ls, but it feels like (to me at least) an impossible task bc I can't go beyond watching videos of an smp I liked watching on yt bc it is not streamed. And I am way more entertained when a smp is streamed.

I just noticed how much I wrote...... so uh, I'll conclude it here. If there are any smps that stream that have some lore/plot, please lmk. I'm not usually hater nation I think, but ig something provoked me today, lol.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Sweet face

Best friend!Ethan x afab reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex(m & f receiving), ehtanks kind of a creep and a perv, pet names, murders mentioned, kinda dark humor ig

An: some Ethan content ig lol. Smut below the cut

Devider credit: @strangergraphics

💙Sweet face💙 (Ethan)

Reader💖

hey sweet face, I was wondering how your holding up after Chad flipped out on you. and since there's a knife whelding psycho on campus I wanted to make sure you didn't yk 💀

Ethan💙

Hey...

💖

are you doing okay bestie? im sorry Chad flipped

💙

Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Chad can be... intense sometimes.

💖

are you sure your good?and please don't lie I wanna know if you're actually okay

💙

Okay, I'm not okay. But it's fine. I can handle it."

💖

do you wanna talk about it? you can come over to my dorm if you want

💙

Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks I'll be over in a few

💖

no problem what else are friends for

💙

Exactly. So... see you soon?

💖

see ya soon sweet face!

Ethan smiles at the nickname, he can feel heat rise to his cheeks

💙

See you soon

💖

let me know when you get here so I can let ya in

About 15 minutes pass before your phone dings again

💙

I'm here

You open the door and pull Ethan in for a hug

"Thanks again" he says hesitantly hugging back

"yes of course, come in!" He nods and walks into your dorm "So, uh...what's up?" "nothing much I just wanted you to know I'm here if you need anything, expecly since there's a masked maniac around campus" you laugh slightly

"Yeah, it's been pretty crazy. You're lucky you haven't had any direct encounters with him." takes a seat on your bed"im glad that you haven't been fillet yet too" you giggle

He smiles slightly "Yeah, me too. So, what have you been up to? Anything fun?" "not really just a fuck ton of school work" "Oh same, but don't push yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself too." Ethan puts his hand on your back and strokes your back softly.

"that goes for you too don't over work yourself sweet face" you lean you head on his shoulder.

He nods in agreement "You're right."he leans his cheek against your head

"you want to watch a movie or something kill some time?" You ask with your hand on his knee, Ethan smiles softly "That sounds nice. What do you have in mind?" "I don't know how bout you pick because your my guest" he nods and thinks for a moment "How about "The Notebook"? It's one of my favorites."

You smile brightly* "the notebook hm never really took you as a the romantic movie type" he blushes slightly "I know, I know. It's just...I have a soft spot for romantic movies." Ethan admits sheepishly "Plus, that movie always makes me think of you." He smiles "So, do you want to watch it?"

"of course" you smile you grab your computer and select the notebook on Netflix.

Ethan grins and nods in agreement settles in on the bed with you, his arm lightly around your shoulders.

You lean in to his touch and cuddle up next to him.

He smiles warmly, feeling the comfort of your closeness Here's to a relaxing evening, even if it's just for a few hours.

About half way through the movie you begin to fall in to a peaceful sleep. Ethan watches you fall asleep, his hand gently rubbing your back. he trys to continue watching the movie but he cant help but notice your shirt has moved and he has the perfect view of your tits, he can feel himself get hard.

You move ever so slightly in your sleep exposing more of your chest to your friend next to you.

Ethan's breath hitches as he tries to control himself, his desire for you intensifying. He knows he should stop, but the situation feels too intimate, too tempting. your his best friend for God sakes!

He watches as your chest rises and falls while you still sleep with a peacefull expression across your face. Ethan continues to rub your back, his other hand moving closer to your exposed skin. He hesitates for a moment before gently tracing a line down your side, stopping just above your hip. His heart races, his mind telling him this is wrong, but his body ignoring the protests. You let out a soft moan as His hand moves higher up your leg, his fingertips grazing the soft skin just above your pajama pants as he hesitantly traces a line up your thigh He's completely lost himself in the moment, unable to resist the urge to touch you. Feeling the effect of his touch, Ethan's heart pounding in his chest. He knows he should stop, but the desire overpowers him. as he dips his fingers below your pants and slowly begins to pleaser you.

You moan louder waking yourself up from yout slumber. "Ethan?" You moan out.

Ethan jolts back, his hand flying off your leg as he pretends to be innocently rubbing your back again. "Uh, sorry," he stammers, trying to hide his arousal. "I thought you were still asleep."please don't stop Eth" you whine. Ethan's heart races as he tries to regain control. He moves his hand back to your side, pretending to help you relax again. "There we go," he says softly, trying to ignore the throbbing between his legs. "Just trying to help you sleep better." "More please Ethan" Ethan swallows hard, his mind racing. "Y-you...What do you mean?" "I want you to keep touching me Eth" Ethan's heart skips a beat as he hears your words. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He leans closer to you, his body trembling with desire. "yes, unless you want me to touch you?" Ethan swallows thickly, his eyes locked onto yours. "I... I want that too," he admits softly. His hand finds its way back to your thigh, this time more confidently. "But I want to make sure it's what you truly want," "yes more than anything sweet face" "Then show me," he whispers, his fingers inching closer to your panties. He feels his heart race as he waits for your response.

You get off the bed and get in front of Ethan on your knees I look up at him through your lashes waiting for a response. Ethan's breath hitches as he watches you kneel before him, his heart pounding with anticipation. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice shaky with desire. You tug your shirt over your head revealing your full chest to him. Ethan's hands shake as he lays back on the bed, his breath hitching in anticipation. His eyes take in every inch of your bare chest, his mind whirling with desire. "I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now," you smirk your hands going to undo his belt. His breath hitches as your hands find their way to his belt loop, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Stop teasing," he gasps. "Touch me." "okay sweet face" Ethan groans as you pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, the feel of his bare skin against the sheets sending electric shivers down his spine. "God damn, you're fucking beautiful," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. you pull his boxers down and begin pumping him ever so slowly. Ethan's eyes roll back into his head as you take him into your hands, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Fuck... yes," he moans, his hips bucking off the bed slightly. "Suck me... please." You hum and lick a long wet stripe from the base to the tip of Ethans cock. A Shiver run down his spine as you lick and tease his cock, his body arching off the bed. "Fuck.. yes, please. More, more," he moans, his voice thick with desire. "Don't stop." You take his hard cock in your mouth and begin sucking. Ethan's hands fly into your hair, holding onto you tightly as you take him deeper into your mouth. "Oh fuck... yes," he groans, his hips bucking upwards, seeking more contact. "You're incredible." You move your head faster and you jeark off the rest of his cock you can't fit your mouth.

Ethan's body tenses as you take him deeper into your mouth, his fingers digging into your scalp. "Fuck... yes," he gasps, his voice breaking. "I'm close... so close." You bob your head faster making slight gagging noises as you suck off your best friend. "Fuuuuck," he groans, his hips bucking up off the bed as he comes in your mouth, his seed hot and thick against your tongue. "Oh fuck," he whispers, his body shuddering with pleasure. You swallow his cum. His breath catches in his throat as you swallow him down, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. "Fuck..." he whispers, his body trembling with satisfaction. "That was... incredible." "yes it was" you kiss his lips passionately. "Mmm... you're amazing," he whispers, his hands running through your hair. "I've never felt anything like that before." He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. "now it's my turn" you smirk sitting on the bed next to him "show me what you can do with that mouth pretty boy" His breath catches in his throat as you take the lead, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Mmm..." he groans softly, his hands roaming your back and hips, pressing you closer to him. "Show me what else you've got." You pull your pajama pants down along with your panties spreading your legs wide for Ethan to see your glistening wet folds. His eyes widen slightly, then heat flares up in them as he takes in the sight of your folds. "Fuck," he breathes out, his fingers tracing lightly over your skin before dipping into your slickness. "You're so beautiful. Tell me what you want me to do to you" "fuck" you moan "fuck I want you to eat me out" you studder out in-between moans "Mmm..." His mouth waters as he watches your reaction, then he slowly parts your folds with his fingers, tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive bud before diving in to lick and suck on it. "Oh fuck, Eth I more please" you moan. Without hesitation, he laps at your folds, teasing and tasting your sweet nectar as he begins to suck and lick the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Holy shit..." You moan loudly weaving your hands in his curly hair pulling slightly. His sucking and licking increases, his tongue swirling around your clit while he fingers you "fuck sweet face" Feeling your body tense beneath his touch, Ethan knows you're close. He increases the intensity of his actions, sucking harder on your clit and thrusting his fingers deeper into your wetness. "Come for me, baby," he urges, his voice rough with need. Your back arches off the bed and you cum with a extremely loud moan. "Fuck Ethan!" His tongue continues to lap at your sensitive flesh as he feels your walls clenching around his fingers, signaling your orgasm. He groans against your folds, feeling both satisfied and needy.

"I want you inside me baby" Withdrawing his fingers from your slick folds, he positions his throbbing length at your entrance. "Tell me you want this," he says, his voice husky with desire." please I need you In me!" He pushes just the head of his cock against your opening, holding his breath as the head slips inside, teasing you with the barest hint of pleasure. "Say it," he says, his voice strained with desire. "please fuck me Ethan" His hips flex, pushing deeper into you, filling you up with his thick girth. He groans deeply, feeling you stretch around him, his hands finding your hips to guide him deeper. "Fuck, you feel so good," he pants, their bodies now fully connected. "fuck your so big sweet face" you moans Ethan's thrusts grow harder, faster, taking him deeper into your wet heat with each stroke. His hands grip your hips tighter, holding you close as he takes what he's always wanted—you. "You're mine," "im yours... fuck I wanna be yours!' Their bodies begin to move together in perfect sync, his thrusts growing harder and deeper, his hips grinding against yours in a primal rhythm. "You're everything," he groans, his voice rough with passion. "You belong to me,"oh yes.. I'm yours .... fuck and your mine!" You moan louder feeling your legs sake "I'm close!" "Cum for me," he breathes against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips as his hips pick up the pace, driving deeper inside you. His cock throbs against your sensitive walls, seeking release as he feels himself close as well. "Ahhhh!!" You moan and cum harder than last time.

"Fuck yes," he growls, his body tensing as he feels your walls clenching around him. "You feel so good," he pants, his hips bucking wildly as he pours himself into you, filling you with his release.

You pull Ethan in for a deep kiss His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting you as he lets out a satisfied groan, his heart pounding in his chest. Then he pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, his breath a ragged pant. "I love you," " i love you too sweet face" Smirking softly, his eyes twinkling with love and lust, he leans down to kiss you tenderly once more. "Always," he whispers against your lips, his body still connected to yours, their hearts beating in unison. "so I assume your staying the night?" You chuckle Ethan grins, his hands running through your hair. "I'm thinking about it," he teases, his body still pressed against yours. "But only if you want me to," he adds with a wink. "I could never say no to you sweet face" you smile and bring him In for another kiss "Good," he murmurs against your lips, deepening the kiss. "Because I want to be with you as much as possible." And with that, he rolls onto his side, pulling you close, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist. "me too, Im tiered now you wanna cuddle until we fall asleep?" You smile sleepily. "Sounds perfect to me," he nods, snuggling in close, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Just hold me," he whispers softly, his heart still racing. "I'm yours." Ethan mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

[anderswasrightt]

regarding promised neverland (ur replies were turned off, i hope it was just a general thing and not a sign u didnt want any responses to this, if it was the latter feel free to ignore), i watched s1 and never rly watched s2 so i cant say how it is, but i DID finish the entire manga which i never do so it was p enjoyable and despite its many issues, racism being like. a prime one, which ud know from s1, it raised some interesting moral/philosophical questions and had a pretty satisfying ending, so if u dont mind the uhhh human conspumption and psychological torture/trauma/etc and racist depictions (i cant remember if there was anything else after the character that was covered in s1, i dont think so? it was a long time ago and most chars are either demons or the mostly white kids) and any other content warnings that i havent listed here, id recommend it! mostly enjoyed the lack of romance and wack plot and a few blorbo-worthy chars

(part two of this ask) -- (i forgot to add bcs i just remembered it, i did have a discussion abt this w my friends who watched s2 way back in 2019 (but didnt read the manga like me) and who were like wow this sucked and it was essentially just me being like wtf they took out so much of the manga plot!! why did they change thing x and y!! so ig my answer is that the manga is decently different and i didnt have a negative reaction to it as a whole, so even if u dislike s2 id say give the manga a try and see if u like it more okay, this in addition to someone else's tags convinced me to read it! i actually love the psychological horror stuff and horror in general (you should see my junji ito collection), and the lack of romance in a series about children works just fine for me lol. thanks for the messages!

oh and my replies are just off to anyone who's not a mutual because i have a viral post going around and the replies were getting excessive so i turned them off lol. i welcome asks from anyone!

[mahg-stuff]

𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡 ~

"...that sugared place..." 𝜗𝜚

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AN: Hello there!! It feels gr8 to be back & writing for y’all. I decided to kick it off with a short but sultry? drabble as I wanted something quick to fill the appetite I left you angels in. 💋 My first time writing something for the era btw (it feels like I’m cheating on bde..)!!! I also have absolutely no idea how this plot came about or how it’d end so I quite literally typed away ‘til my heart was content…

Hopefully my writing skills aren’t too off or unclear due to the long writers block I was in. And, for the unanswered requests in my inbox I am doing my best to get to all of them don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!! <33

(pls exuse any errors! i still need to go bck & check for misspelling and or typos!)

kay, enjoy my lovely angels!! 🪽

wc: 2-3k words?? Summary: Experiencing the pure bliss of an untried orgasm as Elvis puts the blame on himself for how poorly he’d been loving on you. (prob gonna tweak/change this later but for now this dull summary shall stay, ig…) Pairing: '69-70!elvis x afab!reader Warnings: 18+, p in v, unprotected, smut (described rather mildly, i think, in comparison to my other works but it won't disappoint..I hope!), elvis' faltering innocence!kink, slight dubcon??(reader comes across quite the slow-witted girl), mentions religious acts & discussion

“W-Wait, El—“ Your cry came out rather bellowed underneath him as he barbed in and out of that lovely snatch he’d been looking after with such caution. Working that pelvis as if he had discarded the whole 'handle with care' label and was now fully taking charge over his girl. Indeed, you were more than willing to surrender, lying on your back within pale blue satin sheets with legs spread like the pages of a book, set up for him to explore at his leisure. His darling blues now blown out with lust as his black locks began to mat against his forehead, his pouty mug concentrating solely on the task at hand rather than your call on. Your painted toes nestled in silken bedding beneath, moving eagerly to dance against his calves, your body and soul urging to adhere to his foreign propulsion.

His way felt somewhat renewed, as if experiencing a sense of novelty all over again.

Still being so sweet but, vulgar, he didn't even bother to remove your slip, had you in bed before you knew it, only tearing those precious cotton undies before he fixed himself right at your center. And was he already stripped when you'd walked in? You would never know with how quick he had you in classic missionary, a smothering embrace with your knees bent to his own accord and his abdomen to yours.

𝜗𝜚

Elvis had always mused about leaving room for the 'Holy Spirit,' as if the act itself wasn't already far from holy. But rather than being a bible's length apart, a different length was embedded deeply inside you at the moment. He was a swayed man at times, so in his listening, leaving room for the Holy Spirit was simply, to acknowledge His presence.

How? …

To halt, before he bottomed out,

to moderate and limit his movements,

for his lovemaking to be almost merciful because he was to be justified afterwards if he did.

Now, whichever birdy claimed to him this, they knew very well that the man buried between your legs was easily influenced on occasion and would even take his established beliefs to the grave. Perhaps his finest boyish quality. Did he have the greatest degree of credulity possible?

Even so, this mindset that he's held so high on a pedestal seemed to get lost on its way, he was practically impaling into your sweetness, his hips driving forward with a fervor that bordered on desperation. It was as if he was trying to prove something—to take you to that sugared place only he was certain you'd never been. How did he fail to notice up to a couple nights ago… He'd been denying you that glorious delight for so long, putting two and two together, finally taking notice that you'd never have your fill but he'd always have his. …

And so, while he strived to conjure your big O, you grew wide-eyed, like a startled doe, as a dissimilar, delicate bloom of delight began to unfurl itself within. Your lips parted once more, but just before you could call out to him, he nuzzled your cheek with his bristly one to softly hush you. Breathlessly. "L-Let me, I've been refusin' my lil' girl for far too long." The way he kept moving, joined by his velvety voice and the faint smell of brut on him, left you rapt, unable to verbally oppose again, just sweet little breaths weeping out your kisser for him. He moved his cheek from yours, his dark gaze on your pretty, bedewed face with your once perfect hair splayed out above you. You looked as if trying to attune while startled, but yet, so taken. You poor thing, how couldn't you've been startled? he thought. So habituated to his selfish ways that you weren't tuned in to the knot that was beginning to form in your midsection.

Even in the earlier times of any coupling between you two, he was especially tactful of this mentality, considering the progression from initial hesitance to eventual intimacy.

Consisting of heavy petting until he was sorted out from all the fondling, then it led to him only probing the smallest proportion of his hooded tip into your untried virgin hole, and then finally, before you knew it, all of him entirely.

He'd been bent on starting off slow with you and being so very gentle too, never wanting to do any harm or damage to that precious fruit between your legs when he’d sink himself inside and out of his beau's peach, almost like he was striving to keep up an imitation that you were still all intact down below and not yet poked.

And you, so completely unaware of it, just settling for his better judgment, as he’d expect of you. He felt like a cruel man and the neglectful lover, even if he'd only been doing it for the righteous in the eyes of the Lord.

Giving you one more glance over, an underlying apologetic look in his icy stare, but his hips spurring out a shudder as he felt your snatch douse him—refreshingly unwonted. Elvis' mouth abruptly fell open, "O-Oh, baby," he bit back, a handsome scowl painting his face. You had no notice of how carefully he'd been staring, too occupied exploring the uncharted depths of what you didn't know was being veiled from you with shut eyes. Without attend, you had your hips shifting experimentally, creating filthy, sticky sounds as both limbs intertwined along the blue silk. Oh, that look on his face as he felt how wet his novice baby doe was beginning to grow, elevating his head some more to watch how your cheeks were blotched in rose, and how your chin was drawn up. Lookin' so pretty taking her first steps to that sugared place. He attached his lips to yours, scattering laden kisses as he whispered, "You sweet, sweet, girl." Sweet girl, because you yourself never realized how long you'd gone without it.

He continued to kiss away, from your lips to your nose, then your forehead, before he tucked his perfect chin at the crown of your head. This was it. He was letting himself be swallowed, entirely forgetting the Holy Spirit all in one, the precious blushing missy underneath him was his one and only acknowledgement now.

In that moment, your eyes shot open as he pressed into you some more, your core completely full and snug as he cocooned you between himself and the mattress. Your hands swiftly latched onto his shoulders, peachy pink manicured nails digging into his tan skin, a tension was building, and its unfamiliarity began to confuse you. “E-Elvis.” A weep at last managed to fall out of your very kissed-out lips as you jostled at his shoulders and wriggled your legs, a helpless attempt to calm the way his hips were moving and his rough thatch of hair was grinding on your perked pearl just right.

Elvis was disappearing, his large hands tangled through your hair, elbows to the bed as he dug his nose into your tresses, snuffling the feebleness of powdery floral shampoo. Rather than halting for you, he found the way you cried his name sickly sweet, instead, he cradled you in his arms some more, your face now embedded into his damp chest as his bushy mound continued to graze at your tender button. "Needs'ta show her what she's been missin'." He muffled out airily within your head of hair, continuing his relentless assault on your senses. Your body was fawn-like in his arms, so small, helpless, and completely at his mercy. Whimpering into him as he huffed, your warm, lush folds opened around with each thrust.

Elvis suddenly hissed at the thought of having taken this long to finally mold your sweet, cute cunt around him. Kissing down on your head almost mercifully. You attempted to meet his gaze as you felt his lips press down on you, but failed miserably when he pulled you back to his chest. The knot in your tummy was beginning to tighten from the friction he was creating along your bundle of nerves. It didn’t help that your perked nipples rolled against the thin fabric of your slip as his body continuously brushed into yours.

And every time he pulled away just to sink back into you, he’d hear a hoarse little cry spill out from your lips before you got the chance to swallow it. You were near coming undone, your body beginning to act of its own accord, unconsciously bucking your hips to meet his own. He found it adorable—his yearling of a girl doing her best to mimic and brush up on his shrubbery thicket. Elvis’ breath drew in through his teeth, and as you struggled to meet his bearish pace, swiftly he moved a hand to your backside, tensely beckoning you to wrap your legs around him. “C’mon, wrap 'em—wrap ‘em ‘round me, hon’.” Giving your bubble bottom a pat.

Unable to form any words with your face practically smushed into his firm sternum, you did your best to loosely get them around. Just to instantly regret the new position, a yelp tore out of your chest—his tip was near kissing your cervix. In all the way he was, forcing your slippery petals farther apart than he'd ever done, completely immersed in the tiny fawns pink flesh. A tear urged to slip through the wisps of your lashes, he had every pulsing inch and curve of his hardened length jamming at your tiny canal. His grip cruelly tightened as you attempted to raise up and dismount, too busy shuddering, even spurting a little at how much warmer and softer it felt here for him to give a damn that he was blistering his nice girl from within.

Goddamit! He condemned himself once more for how much he held back on exploring his sweet little girls snatch.

You'd been too benevolent, too forbearing, not to beckon him in the past, letting him do what he thought was best. When really all his nourishing, protecting, and enduring was only going to lead you to languish in the bittersweetness of it all. He'd been so very careless out of pure conformity intent.

Still. It was you.

He needed you to forgive him, to let him kneel before you with his head bowed at your lap, for how terribly and wrongly he's done bedding you. To let him avow as you bear witness, just to bathe him in the soft, forgiving light that was your embrace. Yes, that was to be the preplan. 

It'd not been long before he began skidding to it again with these thoughts whirling in mind, aware for a fact that you felt like he was spearing you outside your ability, yet it all the rather burned delicately, your pearl all the lively with slick and getting the best rubbing she's ever had. His hips were moving laboriously, whilst leaking a litany of contrite things through his fatigued exhales. "…'ve done m-mah baby wrong." His mangled mumbles went unheard, filtered out to your heed, all you could pick up on was his lovely wrecked breathing and the slippery, molten mess forming where you both were joined. "I-its feeling too h-hot, E-Els," you mumble against his chest, your voice strained and shaky. But despite the suffocating heat, you can't bring yourself to move away from him. "Only a-a good hot, darlin'," he drawled out, "U-Uh lil' burnin' love can do ya real good."

But as you lay there, wrapped up in his arms, feeling the sweat permeating your bodies, you couldn't help but feel a bit scared. His words were soothing, his touch heavy and comforting, but it felt as if something was bound to be driven out of you. The room filled with the sound of limbs intertwining and haggered exhales, as it all was becoming too much. You’d gone half lidded, your mind was totally elsewhere, going blank as bliss began to engross your entire being. “Wh-what’s, oh, E-Elvis o-“ you purled, becoming confuzzled when your tummy began to cave in and convulse, your weakening body looked about ready to shrivel in his hold, those pretty nails frantically wringing angrily at his bicep in disarray. You can't help but allow your head to thrash in a muddled protest a few times before a bitten off shriek of startled ecstasy tumbles from your mouth. His darling doe has made it. Seeing stars as he held you in his big arms, the slippery fabric sticking to your back from all the perspiration that'd been created.

Elvis' lips puckered and his mouth damn near watered, feeling the first fluttering pulses of your orgasm squeeze around him, his breath catching in his throat as he felt himself begin to falter in his movements. He clutched you closer, his face still very much buried in your mess of locks, letting your body tremble against his own, a soft sound escaped his lips—a quiet snicker that slipped out unbidden. "A-Atta girl, let it have ya." "Let it have m-my pretty 'ittle baby," he cooed just as he began circling his hips to stir more of those cute fusses out of you, and succeeding, not only had you become a noisey, thrashing mess under him but a faucet too, spilling all over his tump of curls and staining the sheets a deep blue.

Lord up above knows, he had to have you like this every time now.

Your throat seemed to begin going dry as you rode the wave of this unsettling bliss that has you believing you've just been reborn, flushed out face still deeply lodged in his chest, the radiant heat of both bodies was practically suffocating, so, tentatively, you made an initial move to pull away.

Only to be beckoned back, "S-Stay…'st bit more." His movements were sloppy and weakening as he embarked on his own release, yet his hold on you didn’t falter. Forging you to comply and stay put. Relishing the way you were smothering his thighs, he was hardly concerned with how hot you were burning and undulating beneath him. His cock weeping with joy while he’s burying his elbows into the mattress, lifting his hips a bit higher than before (a tendency to pull out) with each thrust as that beloved lip curl begins to frame his pouty mouth. Within seconds, a yelp is let loose from you as you're released from his embrace, and he has his pulsating length in and out of you, bunching your slip up and keeping it in place with his fist for his leaky pecker to find solace against your bare tummy.

It was routinely his favorite way to finish.

His eyes were too busy screwed shut, but he was sure you were all the scandalized, fragile looking thing right now. “L-Lord—fuck.” A pained cry erupted from his lips as both weakened bodies slid up and down, up and down against one another, his hooded crimson tip digging into your supple skin on the brink of ecstasy. You shove gently at his smooth shoulder blade, your hinde eyes downcast to look between the two of you, your mouth emitting soft gusts of air, curiously running your delicate hand upon your muff, eager to understand all the wet that had spilled from you. Breaths continuously strike your forehead while he snarls above you.

Then.

Before you know it, he’s whimpering softly and resting his forehead against yours firmly for leverage, rubbing a few more times, clumsily, drawing up just as hot milky white spurts come flying out, his body going taut for a second before he’s shivering against you. Your stomachs are coated in the stickiness and messiness of it all, but all the while, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by all this, him creating a beautiful mess amongst you two was no unusual thing, but a distinct part of you felt pleasantly defiled.

He sucks in a final breath when he feels himself starting to soften, giving one final unwilling thrust before inclining upwards with the help of his elblows on either side of your head, his visage blissfully spent and exhausted. His striking face acends from yours before his lips poorly land a kiss on your forehead, his slumped gaze finally takes a moment as you lie there, a fawn fragility heavily decrying your appearance.

A little wide eyed thing with pink blooms on your cheeks that blotchily dragged down to your jaw. And your lips, a perfect O of disbilef, your hair beautifully ravegged from all the tugging his hands performed, strands of hair falling haphazardly across your face as you recollect on the otherworldly sensation that had been withheld from you on his behalf. It was captured across your entire face—unadulterated bliss.

You feel his weight shift as he finally draws away, his eyes watching his pearly spunk glide down your belly button hole before they land at the small hand that was still ghostly feeling at herself. Only for his gaze to wander back over across your face, the lack of awareness in its expression suddenly mirrors a revived ache in his chest, a tangible reminder of how half-baked he'd been having you.

He helped pull your slip down to cover modesty, it’s sapped material now glued to your exterior, then sank to his side next to you while still facing you, taking ahold of your prettified hand and gently squeezing it. "H-Had ya hidden in the dark for so long," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the hazed room. You lazily sat up half way, trying to register his muffled words, "…What?" Your voice soft and awkward due to the remaining sensitivity your body is still feeling, which has been causing you to jerk every so often. "Ya ain’t know any better," he murmured, completely disregarding your inquiry and brushing a strand of hair away from your aflush, impeccable face. Kissing your hand swiftly before he sat up himself, as he recalled, "Hafta forgive me.." Observing the confusion that formed in the curve of your mouth when you tilted your head at him, how the gentle arch of your brow furrowed in contemplation, observing as his sweet missy found herself lost in the labyrinth of her man's indecipherable words. Of course, you didn't know any better. He began pulling his gorgeously tanned, naked form off of you, giving you a sort of guilty glance, if you weren't mistaken. "H-Hey, where you—" you trailed off quietly as you watched him blunder off and then descend to his knees before you, in front of the baby blue draped bed, where your legs dangled from the edge. "Elvis?" you called demurely.

With a deep breath, he raised his hand to his forehead, then down to his chest, across to his left shoulder, and finally to his right shoulder. The sign of a cross before confession.

For that to be righteous in your eyes, regardless if you hadn't a clue as to why this gorgeous beast of man was kneeling at your feet.

Fin…

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ROCKSTAR! Sam Headcanons

I haven't posted in a while, so I decided it was about time to feed some content! I'm trying to experiment a little with format and stuff, so any advice/tips or whatever you'd like to offer (if anything) would be so appreciated! <3

WARNINGS: female s/o, some smut, breeding kink, fluff, lmk if I missed any!

= regular

❤ = smut

rockstar! Sam who's either a bassist, guitarist, or drummer (maybe some vocals here and there, or he dabbles in all areas depending on what the band as a whole wants to do!)

rockstar! Sam who would let her play onstage with the band if she wants (secretly wants her to join the band officially but would never admit it)

rockstar! Sam who would show his girl off to the fans and the entire world as soon as they started dating; he wants everyone to know she's his and his alone (possessive much?)

rockstar! Sam who would bring her to EVERY show; he would make sure she also has a good time while staying safe, probably hiring extra bodyguards/security specifically for her

rockstar! Sam who lives for the adrenaline and all the feelings onstage, but his favorite parts of the night are when he sees/interacts with his girl while onstage and seeing her after shows

rockstar! Sam who's either a bassist, guitarist, or drummer (maybe some vocals here and there, or he dabbles in all areas depending on what the band as a whole wants to do!)

rockstar! Sam who would let her play onstage with the band if she wants (secretly wants her to join the band officially but would never admit it)

rockstar! Sam who would show his girl off to the fans and the entire world as soon as they started dating; he wants everyone to know she's his and his alone (possessive much?)

rockstar! Sam who would bring her to EVERY show; he would make sure she also has a good time while staying safe, probably hiring extra bodyguards/security specifically for her

rockstar! Sam who lives for the adrenaline and all the feelings onstage, but his favorite parts of the night are when he sees/interacts with his girl while onstage and seeing her after shows

-> they act like they haven't seen each other for like 10 years, even if it was as short as a few minutes... (they have separation issues/anxiety)

rockstar! Sam who, deep down, is a bit of a hopeless romantic (and has a soft spot for his girl)

rockstar! Sam who respects her decision on whether or not she smokes/drinks/does drugs

rockstar!Sam who finds it super hot when her lips are touching/around the rim of a glass or a cigarette (he doesn't know why but we all know that he imagines it like something else when he's getting freaky)

rockstar! Sam who always has her in at least one of his clothing items 24/7; usually it's his leather jacket because he doesn't wear it that often

rockstar! Sam who has matching everything with his girl

-> could be piercings, tats, clothing, jewelry... he doesn't care

rockstar! Sam who lives for a good makeout session after shows (usually leads to sex)

❤ rockstar! Sam who wants sex 24/7 (he's literally the most hormonal boy ever)

❤ rockstar! Sam who ig I could see being a switch, but he's more of a dom sub than a subby sub

-> if he's really desperate, he might be more subby, but he prefers to be in control

❤ rockstar! Sam who would just babble about how he's gonna knock her up when he's close to cumming (it doesn't matter if she's on birth control or not, he's still gonna say it if he wants)

-> "Yeah? You want my seed? You want my babies?" he grunts as he animalistically thrusts into her, keeping his torturous pace as he gets even closer to the pinnacle of his pleasure. "Of course you do. Pussy needs me."

rockstar! Sam who would put her on his lap and let her do his makeup (he js loves to have her on his lap in general)

rockstar! Sam who is always touching her in some way (as long as they aren't separated)

rockstar! Sam who is just so enamored with her to the point he sometimes can't see that she's the same way about him

rockstar! Sam who is literally obsessed with his girl

rockstar! Sam who, if he had enough money (especially if the band is starting to get bigger and make more money), would spoil her rotten whenever he wanted (despite her attempted protests)

rockstar! Sam who's love language is physical touch and giving gifts

rockstar! Sam who would actually consider doing less of/stop doing drugs/smoking/drinking/etc if she asked him to, even if he wasn't too fond of the idea

-> "Is that really what you want?" he asks her, sighing as he runs a hand through his hair. "I get your concern, baby... but I dunno. Could I maybe... think about it? Would you not stay with me if I didn't stop?" (of course she would, but she's simply concerned for his health)

rockstar! Sam who would bring his girl up on stage to show her off even more

-> "Isn't she gorgeous?" he asks the crowd, which erupts into cheers and screams. He looked at her blushing, embarrassed face and forces her to look at him, and smirked, "Yeah, she is. All mine."

hope you enjoyed! <3