#and now i cant feel my fingers ✨

[melissa7102004]

They're so cuteeee !!!!! I've known them for a while now, and absolutely adore themm UWU

These greekgods au babies belong to @help-im-a-gay-fish.

Dreamtale //@jokublog.

[monzamash]

easy to please lando norris x you rating – mature (sexual themes, coarse language) blurb for ✨monzamusings✨

thinking about u, the text read. above it, there was a photo – dark, a little bit blurry, possibly a figment of your weary imagination. a hand pressing down on black cotton, tanned and veiny – a hand you immediately recognised. fingers too, gripping the thin material and an outline that had you sitting up in bed, lazy smile slipping across your flushed cheeks as the picture came into focus. lip bitten. baby, was all you sent in reply. your eyelids fluttered shut momentarily, loosing the battle to sleep until you felt your phone buzzing, resting in your slack hand. they were coming thick and fast and bringing you back into the present. your fingers tingled from the sensation when you held it up and nearly dropped the bright screen on your squinting forehead. don’t baby me i miss u can i call please???? winky face emoji.

you sighed sharply into the plush pillow beside your head, wondering whether or not you had the energy for it. the appetite was always there. hell – all you could think about was him; even in the mundane moments, he was everywhere you looked – your work, your friends, the cheesy rom com that made you cry before wrapping yourself up in a blanket and falling asleep. you missed him. the back and forth, the will they won’t they bullshit nearly sending you into a spiral of complete and utter confusion. the future was uncertain; the distance between where you were and wherever he was in the world unbearable but what you did know was that you loved him, missed him. and he was yours.

heartbreakingly so. alright romeo but make it quick always am hehe. dickhead.

the phone call connected after one, maybe half a ring – there was no pretence anymore with you and lando. this was routine now, the late night calls across oceans, and it was always the same. whispered, i miss you's and i love you's, strangled moans, hands frantically chasing the high of what you knew felt like heaven together, by whatever means necessary, the best dirty talk you could ever imagine, barely tiding you over until you could be close enough to feel each other again.

“hi pretty girl.”

“hi boyfriend”

“ugh, i love it when you call me that. say it again…”

and you did, over and over until the late night giggles took hold and lando couldn’t breathe – the goofy smile scrunching the corners of his dry eyes, fatigue and exhaustion lingering in his hoarse voice.

“you should be sleeping.”

“i would be if you were here,” he stated matter of fact, not even a blinking, “i think i got used to having you with me over winter break… spoiled me too much and now i'm ruined for life.”

“so dramatic.”

“i’m being so real,” he yawned and by the soft grumble on the other end, he was definitely stretching out his sore, weary muscles like cat. there was a beat and a click of the tongue before lando spoke again, the ominous silence already making your eyes playfully roll.

“so… what are you wearing right now?”

“unbelievable…”

“you cant blame a man for asking, especially in my hour of need… show me pleeeeease” lando whined, toothy smile no doubt lining his chapped lips.

“what if I’m not wearing anything?” you taunted, snapping a quick photo and sending it through without a second thought.

lando quickly peaked, side-eyeing the screen sneakily and sighed when he realised you were pulling his chain, “i'm wearing some shirt you left behind because it’s hotter than satan's asshole here in london at the moment.”

he groaned more to himself than to you, eyes scanning your curves under the thin material, fixated on how unconstricted you were under the shirt he recognised, breasts pert. lando was restless and you really did deserve more than the desperado ‘what are you wearing’ pick up line but god, he wanted to know, no, he needed to know because if he didn't find out, he feared he may never recover.

after all, it was you that had him sick in love. and perpetually horny.

“think i might like you in my clothes more than naked…"

“you’re a sicko.”

“mmm you make me like this… and no bra, like are you trying to kill me?”

“always.”

you cupped your chest over his shirt and took another photo, teasing the gorgeous man waiting for your every move with bated breath. he’d sucked in his bottom lip, you could hear by how shallow his breathing had become, reminiscent of a panting dog – the sound alone quickened your heart rate. the image of him sitting in a hotel room alone, hand pressed to his aching cock thinking about you, parched to the point of a sleepless night was dizzying.

and it was easy with lando, the familiarity of his voice and the rhythm you effortlessly fell into. all remnants of consciousness melted away with him.

“wish i was there with you baby,” he whispered and you nodded, smiling, even though he couldn’t see how happy it made you to hear him say it.

“me too,” you sighed, relaxing into the stillness until your loud, obnoxious doorbell shook you from the peaceful silence.

“fuck!” you cursed, frozen in place.

“what?” 

“someones at the door…”

“what time is it there?”

“like 11pm… should i ignore it?” you were already grabbing the cardigan you'd thrown over the end of your bed and halfway to the door, curiosity winning out.

“nah, nah. you’re on the phone with me – answer it,” he encouraged, “i wanna make sure it isn’t your side piece coming ‘round when i’m not there.”

“ha-ha, actually my other boyfriend is already here, i've been trying to get you off the phone this whole time...”

"hmm, lucky cunt." he mumbled.

lando made you brave, stupidly brave so you swung the door open without hesitation, locked and loaded with a line of interrogating questions for the person interrupting the precious time you had with the man you love.

but you were hearing double as you held the phone to your ear and looked up – you knew that mess of frazzled curls and tired eyes anywhere, peering back with a smile the size of the moon curling at the corners of his lips. he was bundled up in a hoodie, one you knew would feel warm to the touch and smelled like him.

you had to be dreaming.

“better go tell your other boyfriend to pack his shit and get the fuck out of our house.”

“lando…” tears welled in your eyes as you lunged into his open arms.

“hi pretty girl…” he chuckled, picking you up without hesitation and hooked your legs around his waist, carrying you over the threshold.

“why didn’t you say you were coming home?”

“surprises are sexy, no?” he asked, voice deliciously low. he knew your answer.

“very sexy.” you moaned and pressed firm, fiery kisses into his strong neck, “you’re so sexy – all of this is sexy… god, i love you.”

“love you too sweetheart – let’s go to bed.”

“to sleep?” you asked, with doe-eyes and a devilish grin.

“yeah, i flew eleven fuckin' hours to just sleep… oh and by the way," lando narrowed his eyes and pointed to the crinkled shirt hanging from your shoulders, you looked a mess.

"i want my shirt back right now.”

you hummed and twirled down the hallway, “you’re gonna have to pry it off my cold, horny body, norris…”

“mission accepted,” lando confidently stated, chest puffed as he started stripping his hoodie from his body and inched closer and closer to where you were stood and all you could do was admire the gorgeous man stalking towards you.

oh, and blink a few times to make sure you definitely weren't dreaming, "i can't believe you were sexting me in the back of a cab."

“i know," he chuckled, "it was getting a bit much by the end there, so i walked the last couple of blocks to calm myself down."

you couldn't suppress the moan building in your throat at his touch and his confession – your mind was running wild, "that's so hot."

"you are." he quipped, hands slowly tracing your sides and cupping your chest in his warm palms.

"this is way better than phone sex.”

lando shrugged as you ran your hands down his toned stomach, thumbs circling the indents just above his hips, “i’ll take anything with you – it’s all good to me.”

“you’re easy to please.”

“well, you make it easy – god, look at you,” he exhaled, brushing the loose strands of hair from your face and all you could do was smile.

“i’m glad you’re home, ya goof. it doesn't feel right without you here."

“me too, baby. meee too.” lando smiled and planted a longing kiss to your pouty lips.

more writing...

bit of backstory with this blurb; it was originally going to be a follow up to another fic i wrote called lost in japan and then got buried in the wip graveyard. somehow it resurfaced in my doc folder right when i needed it and i feel like it still kinda fits in the lost in japan universe - selfishly i love those characters. anyways, i hope you enjoyed it 💋

[bearw-me]

Hiiii!!! Would you mind doing headcannons / a fanfic where Husk has a crush on the reader and one day they ask him if they could cover being a bartender for a while to give him a small break (and to chat with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb bc they are sitting at the bar too) and he agrees, not thinking that they would actually be able to make any drink or anything, but they actually end up being a phenomenal bartender (yet has never told or shown anyone until now), and it make him flustered as he has an even bigger crush on them now (which he thought was literally impossible). Thank youuuu!!!! 💖💖💖 (Also I love ur work 💖✨)

I cant describe in words how your request made me feel lmao! and thank you so much! ( i could talk about this dynamic all day ♡♡♡

𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐔𝐩 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞

𐐒 includes : husk x gender neutral! reader, cherri bomb, angel dust 𐐒 cw : drinking/mentions of drinking, swearing, fluff, mutual pining, reader and husk are flirting so hard smh 𐐒 summary : Husk could use a break from the bar, so you offer to take up the job for the rest of the night! 𐐒 word count : 1.7 k 𐐒 note : ah, husk + his drinks (guys! husk! with a bartender! is!) my heart is liquid now

The night sure was lively now that Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb came (literally) crashing through the front door.

You smiled, resting your head in your hands as you watched the two from the end of the bar. "Those two must be a handful for you," you teased, letting your eyes flit over to the grumpy old cat you adored.

He managed a smile, glancing over at the two who were downing shots like tomorrow didn't exist. "Yes they are," he mumbled.

"So why'd you come over here Whiskers? You know I'm still working on my drink."

"You know I gotta keep my customer's satisfied," his voice teased back- just as smooth as the whiskey he poured- how charming, you thought. "Can't leave you here all by yourself."

You nodded, feeling a blush creep over the tips of your ears and nose.

Although, you couldn't help but notice. . .

Husk, the charming gambling cat who bartended for the hotel, a cat you could've sworn- or hoped- wanted your attention most nights. . . stared at the pair across the bars edge with a tired eye.

You quietly followed his gaze, humming as you pondered the next move.

"Why don't you pour yourself a drink? On me," you slid your card over the polished wood, only to be stopped as soon as it hit the edge of the bar. Husk's fingers pushing gently against yours.

"It's bad luck for a bartender to drink on the job."

"Is that so? Sounds like superstition," you teased, sadly tucking the card into your pocket.

Doesn't usually stop him from doing it, you moped.

"Hey baby! You can buy me a drink, no strings of course!" Angel called over to you, bringing shameless attention to his chest and biting his lip.

The bar laughed with him, spirits deliciously high tonight now that the couple had joined.

You were glad for the change of pace, "You know what?" You pulled the card out again, raising three fingers so that Husk knew how much to pour "I will buy you that drink Angel."

Cherri and Angel celebrated by downing a shot each, the young overlord herself yelling into the air with glee at the score.

Your gaze lingered over to the two, the sounds of vodka and juice being poured next to you. "Husk?" you asked, not really turning to look at him.

"What's on your mind?"

You waited until the sounds of pouring stopped, little freckles of juice sticking to your hand. . . then you turned to him, a little unsure in what you were asking "This drinks for you."

With a gentle hand, you tried to stop him from sliding it over to you, and responded just as fast as his denial "Let me run the bar for the rest of the night!"

His confusion morphed into the classic doubtful Husk you knew: always keeping his guard up.

"Oh really," he rasped, leaning over the bar to hover right next to your face.

Maybe he was trying to intimidate you, or try to see through you. . . but you tried not to flinch at the challenge, watching his dark eyes narrow "And what do you get out of this?"

You shrugged, a dumb smile popping onto your lips "Time to sober up? How hard could it be?" you purred, relishing in the fact that Husk had recoiled from you.

Sitting across the bar, head cradled in your hands, smirking at him.

He sighed, letting his eyes roll "Alright, fine but-"

Before his sentence even finished, you were right next to him at the back of the bar, staring with a pep in your step at all of the liquors, juices, and garnishes he actually had back here.

"Hey I didn't say you could-"

"Sorry Husk," you pushed him out of the area, feeling a little unwelcome or foreign on this side of the bar.

I mean, you both did, but it wasn't an entirely bad feeling-yet.

"Heyy, the old kitty came to play with us!" Cherri teased, watching as Husk awkwardly took a seat next to the two.

"Finally!" Angel groaned, throwing an arm over Husk and pulling him into the fun.

"On second thought, I don't think this was a good idea," Husk unfurled himself from Angel's grasp.

"Come on Husk, you deserve a break!" Angel insisted.

"Yes! Here are the shots!" You laid the three previously poured shots onto the countertop, eagerly watching as Cherri and Angel picked theirs up, waiting for Husk to join them.

The old cat eyed the shot, the red liquid glimmering quite nicely against the bars wood-top, and back the the pair of smiling faces that awaited him "Fuck it, I could use a drink."

When he smiled, you felt it like your own, proudly watching as the unlikely trio threw the drinks back with a hiss.

"So, what'll it be guys?"

Cherri sighed, slinking over the bar with a devilish grin "Hate 'ta hound ya on your first day, but what can you make?"

You shrugged, the confidence of being behind the bar (and the previous drink you had) voiding any concerns or anxieties you would've had. "What kind of drinks were you thinking?"

"More fucking shots bitch!"

You smiled "Dirty hookers, jagerbombs, lemon drop shots. . . maybe a kamikaze?"

"Oh~" Cherri put a hand on her chest, feigning flattery, "Fucking all of 'em! And throw in a few snake bites for me!"

"Just the dirty hookers for me, doll."

The pair of deviants giggled, marveling at the bars newest bartender and talking to each other whilst you familiarized yourself with Husks' bar.

He keeps it well stocked, you thought. Speaking of which. . .

As you rummaged around for the appropriate bottles, you could feel a familiar burning at the back of your neck.

Husk was staring at you.

You blushed, trying not to make eye contact by busying yourself with this new found task. "What's with the face, Whiskers?"

You heard him grunt, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You an alcoholic or something?" he clarified, the sound of him running his empty shot glass against the table lying underneath Cherri and Angel's conversation.

You hummed, not really answering until you had everything set on the bar. Five shot glasses on either side, you took the two bottles in hand flipping them upside down with a smile.

The three watched with amusement as you flipped one bottle high up, counting in your head the number of ounces you were pouring with the other while catching the bottle just in time.

Husks stomach was doing flips, watching on with a mix of anxiety that you'd break something (or god forbid hurt yourself) and the fact that you were actually. . . laughing.

The alcohol in your hands, whiskey, rum, vodka- anything- flying between your hands with the debonaire smile on your face.

Every movement, every flip, every spin. It all looked-

Husk caught himself, throwing his gaze to the side and moping. Trying hard not to think about anything.

"Here you go!" You slid the shots over to the pair, sure that it'd keep them busy for a while. . . or at least a few minutes.

"So what'll it be, boss?" You leaned over the counter, solely focused on him now, with that smug smile on your face. . . or maybe you were still a little tipsy.

"Boss?"

"Sure," you shrugged "Your gonna pay me after right?" You laughed when his face dropped, assuring him it was a joke. "Come on Husk, its time for you to be served for once, what kind of drink do you want?"

He seemed to freeze, the little pieces of fur on the back of his neck standing up like he was full of static. "Anything, I just need a drink," he said honestly.

Back to the same tired Husk, you smiled, chest filled with warmth. He looked, or he seemed. . . well you didn't actually know. Did he like that you were behind the bar?

You grabbed him a bottle of beer, easily wrenching the bottle cap off with the metal opener.

Husk took it into his hands faster than you could set it on the bar, tipping the bottle back so far that the dark green glass shone in the hotels light.

"I guessed you really could've used that drink," you sighed, feeling a little guilty for not doing him this favor sooner.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Angel and Cherri caught on as Husk nursed his bottle to almost empty.

You smiled, albeit a little bittersweetly, and turned back to the bar in order to make him something you figured he'd like to try.

With new found 'confidence', Husk blearily eyed your back, a sinking, fluttery feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Watching you clean the glasses, something he did all the time, it looked. . . magnificent when you did it.

The night continued without a hitch.

You watched from behind the bar as the three laughed. Yes, Husk was laughing, bottle in hand and letting Angel Dust push him around playfully, daring the two of them to come gamble with him sometime.

It filled your heart completely, he looked really good with a smile on his face. . . And every now and then you'd catch him staring at you, almost as if he were proud.

To be fair, the thought almost made you fumble a cocktail you were making for Angel Dust.

"You know, your pretty good at this," he complimented you, in that glorious drunken heaven he was in. The quiet purrs coming from him was enough to convince you of that.

"Here," you offered, sliding a small silver tray with two shots and limes on it his way "on me."

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound as fine as the drinks he served you. "No, I couldn't drink two-"

"This one's for me," you pointed, taking the slim glass between your fingers.

"Drinking on the job is bad luck," he slurred.

"Are you kidding me? This is the best luck I've ever had! Come on," you insisted.

Husk's face, while already burning from the alcohol, was flush with nerves, a little smile on his face from the feeling it gave him. "Thanks."

[kazutora-kurokawa]

I'm sorry but I HAVE to expand on this thought right now. Also, I was a little inspired by these hcs Sarah posted because 😮‍💨 they lowkey had me feeling some type of way ngl

♡ NSFW, fem reader, really slight size kink almost non-existent actually, lowkey chubby reader but anyone can read ofc ♡

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Imagine waking up to Kafka already getting dressed for work, watching him slip on a compression shirt that hugs his bulky stature and outlines his muscles and tummy. He turns to you, a soft smile on his face as he sees how cute and sleepy you look.

"Hey pretty girl. Did you sleep good?"

All you can muster up is a groggy nod of your head as you snuggle back under the blankets, basking in the warmth of your bed as Kafka walked over and planted a kiss on your forehead. He trails soft kisses down the bridge of your nose before finally kissing your lips, nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away.

"I'll be home soon baby, love you."

As soon as he started walking away he heard your soft whines and turned right back around.

"What's wrong sweets? Do you need something? Tell me and I got it covered."

"You didn't kiss me goodbye."

"What? Yes I did baby, did you not feel me kiss you?"

He walks back over and gives you another kiss goodbye. "There, now I really gotta go."

"Kafka nooo."

"What? What's wrong?"

"You didn't kiss my pussy goodbye.."

He looks at you softly, letting out a small chuckle as he pulls the blankets off your body. His thick fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down around your ankles. He grips the soft flesh of your thighs, gently spreading your legs and planting a heated kiss on your wet folds, his tongue darting out momentarily to lick your clit.

"There. Better now baby?" He asks softly, licking the remnants of your juices off his lips.

"A-again."

"You're gonna make me late to work angel." He warns, but that doesn't deter him from planting another kiss on your pussy, trailing kisses onto your thighs and then back to your aching core.

"Okay, that's all you're getting 'til I come home."

He reaches up to gently squeeze your breasts, a soft smile forming on his face as a little gasp falls from your lips.

"You're just too cute for your own good, you know that?"

He gives you one more kiss goodbye before really leaving for work this time, already knowing it's going to be a long day for both of you without the other there.

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[sugar-omi]

Hi! Your writing is amazing and makes my day every time I see you post. Could I request Cove while trying for a baby with a female MC? He’s so sweet and emotional I can totally imagine it would be equal parts super fluffy/adorable and spicy/hot Thank you! ✨

omg ty thats so nice of you to say!!! also tysm for this rq, i've been waiting for someone to ask smth like this bc i was worried i was the only one thinkin shit like this!!! also i think this is a bit more horny than fluffy, which is why i tried to make up for it w lots of kisses from cove LOL but ykw.. i feel like a part 2 wouldnt be so bad either 👀

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/nb readers, after step 4/wedding dlc, buff cove lol, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cove w oral fixation(? a bit implied), cunnilingus, cove "uses" a nickname that you can "insert" bc i can but also cant see him using pet names, + he calls u good girl, "multiple choice" dialogue (just read 1 of the colored text "options" than continue w the rest of the fic, theres no links or anything <3)

synopsis : you and cove try for a baby.

cove tries to be calm.

and he is! after a bit of panic of course, caused by his worries but excitement for fatherhood but also you want him to.. to... oh god he's too embarrassed to think about it, from finally deciding to have a baby the only natural next emotion is calm! he is cooler than a cucumber!

but now you're laid out under him, as beautiful as ever, and even after years of being together cove can't get enough of you; especially when you're so sweet to have like this.

"cove.." your gasp drug cove out of his daze.

you reach up and cup his face, cove leaning into your touch. "y/n.." he kisses your wrist.

"what're you thinking about?"

cove flushes. there's no way he could tell you exactly what he was thinking, saying that he found the idea of coming inside was totally different from thinking it and he was not ready to that something clicked in him when you finally talked about being ready for a baby...

"you.. just- just you, and how lucky i am." cove decided to distract you by kissing down your neck, leaving a new mark under your ear. thankfully it worked, although maybe you just gave it up because you already know what's going through his head.

he starts working his way down your body, and you fall back on the pillows and let cove treat himself to your cunt.

cove tossed your panties somewhere beyond the bed, his days of nervously folding your panties over. and he latches onto your thighs, sucking more marks into your skin and his fingers lovingly work your clit.

"cove.. i wan' more..." you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the strands. wordlessly he moves on to your twitchy core, his tongue slipping inside and lapping up your slick.

cove's boisterous ministrations has you grinding against his face, gasping as he works your sensitive clit and adds a couple fingers to the mix, speeding up the process so he can be inside you.

cove hopes you don't see him grinding against the mattress.

he sits up, his fingers spreading you open easily. while you're panting dozily, cove's fingers abandons your cunt so he can grab the lube from the bedside.

"habit.." cove laughs it off sheepishly.

he instinctually reaches for a condom, but realizes and a wave of heat rushes over him. you won't be needing those for awhile...

cove meets your hooded gaze, a knowing look in your eyes.

you grin, full of mischief. "guess we're gonna have to break it."

cove growls lowly, slapping a hand over his eyes. it does nothing to hide his blush and he curses himself when his cock twitches against his leg.

deciding to come out of hiding, cove peers at you from over his nose and you feel your own heart pick up sped at the stark look of his eyes. something about cove seems like he could devour you, but when he leans down to kiss you so tenderly you think otherwise.

cove poured the lube over his hand, coating his length and he hisses at the heat between his hand and cock. hazily cove thinks that this is the hardest he's been since he was a clumsy teenager.

cove captures you in another loving kiss, wanting to be close to you as he sinks inside.

this is your first time going without a condom, being connected like this has both of you holding onto each other, your nails scratching down his shoulder at the new but welcomed sensation.

this isn't the first time you and cove have done it unprotected, but it has been awhile so you both can't help but pull the other person closer, needing more.

cove buries his face in your shoulder, shaking from how wet and hot you are inside like this. he can feel the way your gummy walls flex around him and he pulls his hips back- the whine that comes out of your taut throat has cove closing his eyes and taking in your every sound as he moves so slowly, so sensually but so lovingly when he grinds his hips into yours.

finally, he finds the strength to remove himself from your shoulder, needing to see your face in ecstasy.

cove looked down at your own blissed out face, and if he could see his own face he'd notice that his own face his flushed and if it was possible, his pupils would turn into hearts from how lost in pleasure and love for you he's in.

he situates his hands on your hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing affectionate circles into your skin.

"ah- cove, cove.. please move." you reach for him, intertwining one of his hands with your own.

he gives a kiss to the back of your hand, and when he rears back his hips to start a rough pace, if you could you'd think that the kiss was an apology for the way he's using your cunt.

cove's grip on your hand and hip is solid, it grounds you and the only thing you can think of is how deliciously cove is fucking you, his cock brushing and bumping against the sensitive and deepest parts of your insides.

you whine loudly and can't help but throw your head back because it's like he's going faster and when your eyes return from their trip to the back of your head, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of your husband/boyfriend.

and it's self explanatory why you're more aroused than a just moment ago; cove's hair is mused from all your tugging, and his glasses are long abandoned so that way he can see the way his cock pumps in and out of your cunt and the creamy ring around the base of his dick.

"ah- i love you. y-you're so beautiful..." cove soothes you, kissing your cheek.

"i- oh fuck right there!" your nails run down his chest, cove is going to be a mural of hickeys and scratches. "i love you too, ahh- cove!"

cove lets go of your hand in favor of your clit, already knowing your body well enough to know when you're going to cum.

"fuck... that's it, y/n, cum for me."

"hah, cove! f-finish with me, please. want- want..." you pant, hazy and driven to babbling from the way cove has worked you up all night.

"i know n/n, cum with me. that's it, good girl." cove leans down to kiss you.

tangled in a passionate kiss, your moans blend together as you finish. cove grinds his hips into you, his cock rubbing the deepest part of your insides and painting them white.

he falls into your shoulder, panting and planting a kiss there.

cove gets up, realizing you don't need a wall of muscle crushing you.

"y/n..."

he starts to pull out, and cove has another revelation that he did not think this through...

his cum is leaking from your spent hole, more cum pushing out with every squeeze of your insides, still twitchy from your orgasm.

"yes cove?"

cove swallows, meeting your eyes and he feels embarrassed that you already know what he's going to say. and that you clearly know how much this is turning him on.

"one.. one more round? i'll be more gentle, i just uh.."

you put your ankle on cove's shoulder. "cove, fuck me again."

cove tenses up, this is gonna end up being a long night...

[arlerts-angel]

🖤⛓️🔞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 4: 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

cw: armin x dom?fem!reader, established relationship, oral sex (m & f receiving), jerk-off instructions, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex (piv), dick riding, food play, creampie, armin uses "miss" as a title for reader

a/n: we got it all today folks‼️ i'm actually really happy with this one and i hope you love it too okay toodles ✨

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the saccharine smell of vanilla buttercream hits your nose instantaneously as you walk into your home. you find your husband in the kitchen, standing only in an apron next to a freshly baked cake.

"happy anniversary, angel! what do you think?" he smirks, waving his hands up and down his otherwise naked body. his apron is covered in flour and cake batter, though your mind can't help but travel elsewhere at the thought of a cum-soaked apron.

"happy anniversary, honey. it smells amazing in here." you reply softly and wrap him in a loving embrace. your touch and scent alone is enough to get his blood flowing, but what really does it for him is the way your lips feel against his skin as you place a kiss on his neck. "and you look just as delicious as this cake." you whisper playfully.

the next few minutes you're lip locking and handsy with each other. his apron comes off with ease, revealing his erection underneath. you swipe your finger across the frosted cake and around his pre-cum covered tip. his eyes widen, slightly concerned and curious. his concern dissipates the moment he feels your warm mouth around his cock. you hum happily at the combined taste of him and the sweet frosting.

you rise and take his hand. "you're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, armin?" you coo, coating his hand with a thin layer of vanilla frosting. he nods eagerly as you lower his hand to his cock. "now, touch yourself. i want to see your dick covered in a mess my spit, frosting, and your cum." you order. he begins to jerk himself off slowly as he watches you strip for him, the lewd sound of him fucking his creamy fist intensifies as you begin to sprawl out and touch yourself. "ah fuck–" he whines at the sight of your fingers on your clit. "i'm gonna cum–!" he cries out, spilling his seed into his hand.

"such a good boy, and messy too... but i'm not done with you yet." you crawl to him and suck the mess off his leaky, throbbing cock. "i'll let you recover but only until i'm about to cum, which probably won't be long. isn't that nice of me, sweet boy?" you taunt. "y-yes, thank you miss." he pants. "good... good boy. now, this pussy won't eat itself. get to work." you demand once more. he eagerly begins to lap and circle your clit. "mmm just like that. gonna make me cum so quickly baby." you moan, tugging on his hair lightly.

he fucks two fingers into your tight pussy as he laps hungrily at your clit, making your back arch and muscles tighten each time he hits the sweet spot in your cunt. "ah fuck–! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out and push his head away gently, panting. "i hope you're ready for another creamy mess on your cock." you smile and whisper, leading him to the couch. you push him down gently and order him to stroke his cock. once he's hard again, you lower your aching cunt onto him and ride him, bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts into you. it doesn't take long until both of you are overstimulated and cumming messes into and onto each other. you fall into him and ride out the high of your orgasms as you inhale the scent of vanilla and sex.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Ahhh I’m tired of seeing people writing Fred as an aggressive dom. Isnt bad but i’m tired, so can i request a sub Fred?

Not hard, more like a needy Fred after a hard day working or the next morning after a hard day, the reader takes care of him at night and in the morning.... Well, you know✨

with the prompt "I can't focus with your damn hand in my, ah - ooh... " I’m leaving the shame to see you participating in the kinktober (if u cant let me know)

Ooh, I love this! Thank you for sending it in💕

On Your Knees

18+ only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, oral sex (male receiving), edging, intercourse

~•~

Fred Weasley co-owned Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, the most successful magical joke shop in recent history, with his twin George.

All day, every day, he was in charge. Making decisions, giving orders, and being responsible.

So, the last thing Fred wanted to do when he got home was be in charge. Especially on George's day off when he alone was responsible for keeping the shop running smoothly.

~•~

"I can't focus with your damn hand in my, ah - ooh..." Fred groaned as he attempted to finish up the last bit of paperwork for the evening.

"Good," Y/N mummered in his ear as she leaned over the back of his chair with her hand down his trousers, stroking his hardening cock. "You're down to just signing a few things anyway. She ran her thumb around his sensitive tip, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine before abruptly pulling away, illiciting a desperate whine from him.

"Finish up," Y/N ordered and sucked his precum from her fingers. "Then meet me in the apartment." With that she turned and waltzed out the door.

~•~

Less than fifteen minutes later, Fred stood naked before his fully clothed wife. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace, and a massive faux fur blanket lay nearby.

"On your knees," she commanded.

A small smile appeared on his face, and he did as he was told.

"You know what to do," she grinned.

"Yes," he said and began pushing up her dress. The scent of her cunt went straight to his throbbing cock. Y/N glanced down and smirked. "Mmm, you look so hot when you're oozing precum everywhere."

His cock twitched in response and he hurriedly pulled her panties down, helping her to step out of them. "Now, be a good boy and make me feel good," she purred. "Then I'll make you cum so hard people on the opposite end of Diagon Alley will need to light up a cigarette afterward."

Fred didn't have to be told twice, parting her folds, he went straight to work and licked the entirety of her pussy with one long stroke, before circling her swollen clit with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that's so fucking good," Y/N moaned and threw head back. Happy with her praise, he shoved two fingers inside her while alternating between licking and sucking her sensitive nub. Her hands went straight to his hair, holding him in place as her legs began to shake.

"Yes, right there," she urged him on, her moans filling the room.

Fred felt her tighten around his fingers. He knew she was close and shoved a third finger in, angling them toward her g-spot. That's all it took to push her over the edge. He slid his free arm around her, holding her steady as she quivered and shook, while he happily lapped up every bit of her pleasure.

"You did so good, my good boy," Y/N smiled down at him. "Lie down now. It's time for your reward." Fred grinned and lay back on the blankets.

Y/N followed him down, hovering over him on her hands and knees. She kissed him long and deep. Then she proceeded to move down his body, kissing and licking, drawing soft moans from her husband's lips.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, sweet boy?" She asked, just inches away from his twitching member.

"Yes, please," he begged, bucking his hips up.

"You're so adorable when you're desperate," Y/N smirks and leans down to tease him, swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip.

"Oh fuck," he groaned and writhed under her. He uncontrollably thrust upward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Y/N sat up immediately. "You know the rules. Be a good boy, and don't move," she said. "This will be your only warning."

Fred nods and stills himself. Y/N smiled and took him into her mouth again, slowly working her way down until he hit the back of her throat. A loud moan fell from his lips, but he didn't move. She began to work him, bobbing her head up and down, giving the tip a teasing swirl every time she reached the top. Her husband clawed at the blanket, his back arching as a series of groans and whimpers escaped his open mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

Y/N pulled off of him. "Not yet, you aren't."

"Please," he begged.

"Patience, my sweet boy," Y/N shook her head and began to stroke him. Excruciatingly slow at first."

"F-faster, please," he could barely get the words out.

Y/N ignored his pleas, continuing her slow pace. "You know, I can't decide whether I want to see how far you can spurt or if I want you to fill me up," she mused. "Do you have a preference?"

"N-no," he stuttered. "Just n-need to cum."

Without a word, she increased her pace, her free hand sliding down to cup his balls. "Oh God," Fred moaned and threw his head back.

Y/N smiled down at the beautiful sight. "So close, aren't you?"

By now, Fred had lost all ability to speak and just nodded his head vigorously.

"Too bad," she let his cock drop unceremoniously onto his stomach.

"D-did I do something wrong?" Fred whimpered.

"Not at all, sweet boy," she smiled. "You were perfect. A little too perfect, actually. And now I'm horny again." She positioned herself above his cock. "I want your cum to fill me up."

Fred didn't have time to answer before she slammed down, taking all of him inside her, all at once. This time she didn't hold back, fucking him hard and fast. Her moans matched his, as she watched his face contort in pleasure. She knew he wouldn't last long. But, that was ok. Neither would she.

Her pussy clenched around him. "Cum for me, baby," she ordered. With one long moan of raw ecstasy, he squeezed his eyes tight and emptied himself deep within her, the pulsing of his cock tipping her over the edge moments later.

Y/N collapsed beside him, and he shifted to lay his head on her breasts. "Feel better?" she asked, her voice still breathless.

"Beyond better," he smiled up at her. "I think the folks down the street are lighting up that cigarette now."

~•~

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[redvelvettecakes1]

⚠️ SPOILERS + THEORY FOR THE NEW WELCOME HOME UPDATE ⚠️

hello! this is my first post on tumblr, so I’m not sure how exactly to use this app very well but, just a note before I get started, I also have a YouTube channel, where I posted this theory on, i do not want to give away my channel on here though! If that’s okay!

. . .

I’m unsure if I’m overanalysing things, but hopefully you guys understand this theory and it makes sense to you! again, I could just be overanalysing, but these are genuinely just my personal thoughts!

first off, info on where I found the 2nd, 3rd and 4th photo from, basically if you go to the website and go to the “the playfellow exhibition” section, scroll till you see the bundle of photos and keep scrolling until you find the “welcome home Worksheet” image with a picture of Wally on it, then click on the image and either if you’re on laptop it’ll come up on the right side (I think) or if you’re on phone It’ll show up at the bottom, you then click the line that looks like an answer box and then it takes you to something that looks like a vault, click one of the buttons and it’ll ask you to enter a password, the password is BSPJW, then you should be taken to the place I’ll be talking about in this post! ✨

. . .

anyways, onto the theory I’ve made!

so, I’ve come up with a theory that wally might actually be the victim and it’s the re-searchers that are trying to uncover welcome home that are the bad people, like Amanda the adventurer and Hameln, people believe that Amanda is evil when really it was the company that was evil!

and this theory is basically going to be a bit like that, what if the re-searchers are actually the bad people? what if home and Wally are actually completely innocent and it’s just the re-searchers? as it seems to appear that welcome home was an ‘old TV show’ that nobody remembers apart from these so called ‘re-searchers’, the proof is mainly in photo 3, I believe the person who wrote that is one of the re-searchers, “maybe that’s why nobody has ever heard of WH”, this confirms that people don’t seem to remember welcome home apart from this re-searcher.

. . .

moving onto photo 2, the highlighted words, now I cant put my finger between if this is wally saying this or if it’s the re-searcher, because I mainly believe the other highlighted words are indeed wally, as photo 5 says “- wally darling” which appears to make it sound like wally, before I explain why I think it’s Wally, if you guys cannot read what it says in photo 2, i tried to read what it says, and it says . . .

“everything is so disgusting to touch, sometimes the mail doesn’t come for weeks, I want to rip into everything I have. my head feels so muddled too. ever since I opened that envelope.” . . .

. . .

now on quote “sometimes the mail doesn’t come for weeks” I have a feeling this is implying that something has happened to Eddie, since he is known as the “mailman”.

now anyways, back to why i believe this could be wally, basically in photo 4 it seems as if the re-searchers have found a wally puppet, now I have a feeling that the wally puppet could secretly be alive and it is actually wally but wally is playing d3@d due to the fact that the re-searchers might be dangerous people, I also think this is how wally gets onto the website and tries to contact the viewer, because if the owners of the website have the real wally, then wally must be able to sneak around and get a hold of the website, which is why it seems to appear that wally is the ONLY puppet in welcome home that seems to be able to interact with the viewer.

I also believe that wally trying to contact the viewer means he is crying for help, he is trying to hint that something awful has happened and he needs help with something, but it seems as if he has to keep it subtle, because if he gets caught, he could put himself in danger., this could also be why wally keeps repeatedly saying things like “can you see me?” “I can see you” etc, because he is trying to control the website and get possible help, and he believes the only way to get help is to try and hide secrets within the website to contact the viewer and try to speak with whoever is viewing the page.

. . .

but the question is, what happened to the other neighbors? where are they? and simply, I don’t quite know but I do remember this one welcome home theory I had seen on YouTube a while back, where the person stated that If you go into the “neighbourhood!” page and click on all the characters, it talks about ALL the characters in the past tense apart from wally, for example, it would say “wally IS” and for the others it would say something like “barnaby WAS”, and it literally talks about everyone in the past tense apart from wally.

why I think this is happening? because I believe that they are talking in the past tense for the other characters is because they haven’t FOUND them yet, in photo 4 it appears that the re-searchers have found wally, which is why they most likely talk in the present tense for ONLY wally, so I believe that the other characters are missing, either they’re just missing or something bad has happened to them, and the re-searchers have not found them yet, meaning this could be why they are making it sound like the other neighbors ‘no-longer’ exist.

. . .

In summery, I basically think that wally is alive and he is controlling part of the website— while the re-searchers are putting information into the website, wally is sneakily going on and hiding secrets, trying to warn the viewer and make the viewer realise that he needs help and that welcome home is not just a ‘sweet little neighbourhood’ that’s completely ‘safe’. and like I’ve also mentioned, I believe that the other neighbors are currently missing and the re-searchers are trying to hunt them down and find them, as that’s the re-searchers purpose, they’re trying to find the missing pieces of welcome home so they can ‘prove’ to people that welcome home was a ‘real’ TV show.

. . .

anyways, this is just a theory of course and I’m not in any way trying to say that this is canon or is true, it is just my thoughts and opinions and what these things look like to me, as there are many theories already, and although I feel like wally could be a victim, there is also a lot of proof that wally could be evil too.

but anyways, I hope this post made sense to you and you guys enjoy my theory! 💗

[hyperfixationgirl]

Hiiiiii!!! I saw your post about wanting to receive asks/requests so I figured I’ll try to shoot my shot and ask this request!!

Can I please have a shy reader that LOVES it when Steve Harrington overstimulates her to the point that she’s a blabbering mess? A bit messy if you can but anything would be fine! Thank you so much! ✨

OMG hiii!! Thank you sooo much for taking your time requesting something and I hope I did your ask justice.🥰

Remember, this is my first time writing something like this and english is not my first language:)

If you like it, please reblog<33

Warnings: 18+!!! Overstimulation, Spitting, dom Steve, P in V (unprotected), oral (F receiving), praise, degradation (slut), daddy kink, creampie (Let me know if i missed something)

Imagine laying on Steves bed totally naked, while he´s on his knees between your thighs fully clothed.

He´s been eating you out for what feels like hours, and he wont stop.

"Whos pussy is this baby? Who is making you feel this good?" he asks between kissing your clit and licking your pussy.

You try to say something but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a muffled whine.

Steve removes his head from between your legs, spits on your pussy and put two of his thick fingers in. "I said, who owns this fucking pussy?" he says a little more stern than before.

"It´s daddys... all daddys" you say quietly and hide your face in a pillow.

"Thats right pretty girl, only mine, now come for me".

You can feel the pressure building in your lower stomach and then you´re coming for like the 5th time, you cant even remember, everything is just a blur.

Steve then removes his fingers which makes you cry out and look at up at him with big eyes.

"Noooo!!! Daddy please don’t stop... please!!!!" you almost scream.

"I need to fuck this messy pussy now honey or i´m going to come in my fucking pants" he says while taking his jeans and underwear off.

"Yes, daddy, plea... need it, daddy..." You don´t even know what you’re saying, you´re desperate to feel his cock inside of you.

"Look at you, can´t even make sense right now, just a blabbering mess for daddy" Steve almost laughs at you while he pushes his cock into you.

You start blabbering again, thanking him and telling him how good it feels.

"You gonna cum again baby? Make a fucking mess over my big cock like my little slut?" Steve just thrust harder and deeper into you and you almost can´t take it anymore.

"Daddy, i´s too much, I can´t, hurts..." you say, but your body is betraying you and that feeling in your stomach is back again.

"You can do it, I can feel you squeezing me honey"

You try to hold it but it´s impossible, he´s hitting your spot and his talking makes you feel like you´re floating.

"Good fucking girl baby" Steve says while emptying himself into you.

He pulls out and takes you into his arms laying down.

"Thank you Stevie" you say sleepily.

"You´re welcome baby, thank you for doing so good".

AHHHH, this was so scaryyyy. I really hope it was okay.

[indibutterfly]

Awww, the Pomni short fic made my heart swell! And that's a good thing! Well done, dear author! If you're up to another fic prompt, I have one in mind.

Caine tries to genuinely conjure up an exit as per Pomni's request that will lead to an outside world. But ultimately fails. So to help, Pomni tries to explain what the outside world is like, or as much as she can remember anyway. Caine just ends up creating a pocket dimension. Looks like outside/exit, with nature stuff on it, but not really. Pomni doesn't want to leave the place he just created though. It creates a problem because it's unstable. And so she's sent back at the circus, sadder as ever. Might even abstract.

I wonder how will you write this one ;)✨ I have faith that you can do it! Thanks again though!

So sorry this took so long! I am glad you like the last story I made! I hope you like this one!

Warning: This is really angsty

“Boss…..you’ve been at this for days….maybe give it a rest?”

“I CANT BUBBLE!! She won’t love me anymore if I don’t do this!” Bubble gave a distraught look towards his master. He has been so different ever since…..that day…..no he wouldn’t think about that right now. Maybe if he talked some sense into the stripes, then his boss would go back to normal! Bubble immediately teleported to the location of stripes. He saw her in the same corner she has been in since…..that day………not thinking about that! Bubble floated over to Pomni, with a giant smile.

“Heya stripes! Doing any better?” Silence.

“Uh stripes? Did ya hear me?”

Silence.

“Stripes, want me to get the boss?”

Silence. Bubble sighed,

“Pomni, the boss is worried about you…could you please feel better so everything can go back to normal?”

She finally responded. However, her response wasn’t coherent. All that could be heard was the sound of her muttering words…….it was honestly……a depressing sight to behold. Bubble teleported back to his boss. However when he arrived, it definitely was not what he was expecting.

“I’ve had done it……I’VE HAD DONE IT!!! My love will no longer have to suffer anymore!!! She is going to have everything she wanted!!” Caine snapped his fingers and created a mirror before him.

“My my my I look quite a mess don’t I? Well we can’t have that!” Another snap and he was good to go. He almost looked normal. Well all except for his tie being completely undone, but that had nothing at all to do with his mental state right? Right?! Caine spared it no mind, or was it pay no thought? Well whatever it was, the only thing he cared about was about to no longer feel depressed! That was all that mattered. He teleported over to his lover’s room.

“Oh Dearest~ I have the most wonderful of news!” Caine expected no response from Pomni. After all she wasn’t in her right mind! He was going to fix that!

“Pomni! I made you a special room in the circus! It’s modeled almost completely like the real world! It’s small, but I did it!” Real world……now those words caught the Jester’s attention.

“H-Home?” She said with a weak and broken voice. The ring master floated towards the love of his digital life. He cupped her face as though she were a porcelain doll.

“Yes my dear, your home.” Though she kept the same expression and broken voice, she seemed to perk up just a little bit.

“Take…me…home…” He did not waste any time. Caine took her by the hand and teleported the two in front of an Exit door.

“I know how fond you are of these types of doors, so I put your reality behind it! Go ahead my love! Open the door!” She lifted her hand and opened the exit door. Her eyes widened in shock and amazement. He did it……HE ACTUALLY DID IT!

“Do you….perhaps like it my love?” The jester ran up to the ringmaster and squeezed him ever so tightly.

“It’s perfect! Just like my home!” It was a small town with different shops that you could enter. It looked so realistic. It even had NPCs look like humans! Finally, true happiness could be achieved here for his love. Caine watched in pure enjoyment as Pomni ran around the entire area with wonder and excitement filling her. It had been so long since he saw her look anything other than scared……he could easily get used to this. Sure it took pretty much everything he had in his code to keep it together for her, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. Only her happiness. That’s all that was relevant mattered now. That’s all that could ever matter. For two weeks, Pomni hardly ever left the room. Caine couldn’t fault her though. She finally had everything she could ever want…until she got that look again. He had noticed it around the time of his daily visit to her.

“Oh my love! What would you like to do today?” She looked up at him with an almost melancholy expression.

“It’s getting dull Caine.”

“Dull? My dear whatever could you mean?” She took a deep breath and tried her very best to explain.

“I guess it just got kinda mundane. It’s really hard to have fun here, when everyday it’s the same shops, stores, etc. I guess I just want more.”

“Then more you shall have my dear! Give me only an hour, alright?” She nodded and sat on one of the benches that were scattered throughout the “real-like” room. When Caine returned, he looked rougher than usual. Not only was his tie undone still, but now his coat was completely untucked.

“There you are my dear! More for you to enjoy!” With a snap of his fingers, the room grew twice in size. There were now office buildings and homes, which created the illusion of living in the real world. Her face once more gained that amazed look as she rushed over to the new areas that surrounded the tiny business. This would be the start of a cruel cycle. Pomni would get bored of the new room. Caine would destroy himself making something new for her. She was happy. Until she wasn’t. Caine wasn’t bothered. Pomni loved him. He knew that very well. She was simply…..missing home was all. He looked in the mirror at his new appearance. His abilities were completely used, except for the little bit to keep the circus afloat. The ringmaster’s attire was torn and tattered. His hat was smushed flat, his coat was completely unbuttoned and torn. He did not look like the ringmaster of the digital circus.

“Boss……you don’t look so good.” Caine gave a sigh.

“What I look like doesn’t matter…..she is…..happy. I love her enough to give her everything she wants.” Bubble floated up to his boss. Even though he was an ai of very little brain, Bubble could tell this was unhealthy. He couldn’t stand to just sit and watch his best friend hurt himself like this. He teleported to the room where Pomni now resided.

“Stripes!” Pomni turned around and faced Bubble.

“Hi Bubble! Are you okay?”

“Stripes, the Boss doesn’t look so good. Please ask him to take away this world.”

Pomni shuddered to even entertain that thought.

“Caine made this place to show how much he cares for me. Wouldn’t it hurt him more if I asked for him to take everything back?” Bubble gave a load groan.

“Follow me, stripes.” Pomni did as Bubble asked. As soon as she walked outside her new room, the Jester saw how broken the circus looked. Pieces were falling, the stage curtains were ripped, doors were off their hinges. Caine would never let this slide! Where was he?!

“Why hasn’t Caine done anything about this? He loves this circus more than anything.”

“Not more than you, Pomni.” No……no……it wasn’t her fault that this was happening…….was it? She felt something deep within her break. Black squares began to surround and began to slowly engulf her. Bubble did not know what to do. Caine ran with everything he had in him. He felt the pain she was feeling and he knew what would happen next.

“POMNI!” He cried out in desperation. Though she had not yet fully transformed, her mental state had already left her. Caine grabbed her face and pulled her close.

“Pomni! My love! Please look at me!” The darkness continued to engulf her.

“What do you need?! I can give you anything, you want! Just say the word, my dear!” He tried snapping a few things into existence……but nothing happened. Pomni saw that.

“I don’t need anything!” She tried to cry out to the love of her life. However that’s not what came out of her mouth.

“Need everything.” That is what Caine heard.

“I can give you that! Just please…….” He began to break down in tears.

“Please, Pomni….don’t leave me!” Seeing her lover broken, she broke her even more. If she had never shown him true love, then he wouldn’t be like this. If she never told him how she felt about the real world, then he wouldn’t have hurt himself giving her what she wanted. She needed Caine. Seeing him break like that……hurt more than anything. With that she fully lost her old form.

“POMNI!” The jester known as Pomni…..was now no more. A feeling Caine had never known before.

“POMNI!! I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! I GAVE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! WAS IT NOT GOOD ENOUGH?!” He screamed at the creature.

“Was….was I not good enough?”

Broken sobs, overcame the circus.

Fin~

I kinda wanna make a part two……lemme know if yall want that.

(I am still doing ship one-shots. Send me an ask or a comment and I will do it. As long as it follows the guidelines ofc.)

[yawntu]

✨Brain so empty don’t think about how Rotxo takes care of you ✨

a/n: he is just so fine. Cant keep him out of my stupid brain

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader

warnings: NSWF / MDNI, all characters are 18+, Fingering, Some tail stuff, He’s sweet obviously, Almost get caught not really, Slight exhibitionism

You should never let yourself think about how early mornings with your sweet and attentive Rotxo usually go. How he should be using the lull in time to appreciate how beautiful you were and to listen intently to the soothing drawl of your lips as you recall the finer details of last night's dream. How could he when his dream chatted so warmly right in front of him? How can he not take advantage of the solitude morning provided to make his far more achievable dream a reality?

Instead of foraging the receding tides for mollusks to eat for breakfast like you had asked of him he planned to use the decently far walk from the bustling village to his advantage. He could make up the disruption of your time if it meant he gets the chance to use you as he sees fit. He can’t help it. You still look so sleepy trudging down the beach with him. Wrapped up in your shawl to keep the sea breeze from assaulting your just-awoken skin.

Do not think about how easily Rotxo can convince your sleepy little body to bend over and clutch onto a mangrove root while one of his big hands wraps around the base of your swaying tail, angling your hips up sharply for his viewing pleasure. How quickly his full cheeks pull into a dimpled smile when he reminds you he is just helping you wake all the way up so you would not slow down the rest of his day. Ignore how his fingers are so thick that you are confident that you would be satisfied with just his fingers scissoring in and out of you for the rest of your life.

"You gotta’ be quiet," he sounds more concerned than he is. Despite the scolding in his voice he calmly picks up the pace of his fingers bouncing against your g-spot because ultimately- Rotxo does not care too much if anyone knows what he gets to do to you.

"Just breathe ya? I know you can do that."

The slur of his words is undoubtedly the reason for the almost painful clench at the pit of your stomach but you can only focus on how sweet the kisses he lays on your sweat-sheened back feel. How his tongue sliding up your spine is going to make you cum. How he mumbles sweet words about how lucky he was for the creamy ring that's gathering at his knuckles against your skin. Half distracted by how pretty you fucked open for him to perfectly articulate how wonderful of a morning he was already having.

For the love of Eywa don't think about how he is the one who had originally bent you over, but now that he's so hypnotized over the ripple the skin of your ass rewards him with as he fucks his fingers into you he can't help but mumble and whimper about how bad he wants you to cum for him. So enchanted by the way your skin moves for him that he can not possibly focus on anything around him. You are being so good for him, focused enough to not moan like a whore for him. The only noise he can focus on is the sloppy echo of your now dripping pussy.

"Always so fucking wet,"

Don't think about the fact that Rotxo cannot hide how badly he wants you. Not when his voice cracks and he begins tugging on your tail. He considers himself lucky that you are coherent enough for your eyes to focus way down at the opposite end of the beach,

"Our friends," you can't help your winded voice when his fingers are such an intrusive force, "they're coming towards us- the roots won't hide-"

Don't think about how quickly Rotxo's face would leave your neck to peak past the privacy of the flora. Don't think about the fact that he'll growl and tense slightly but does not let the punishing pace of his fingers falter.

He does however immediately let go of your tail, fingers hooking around your frame reminding you how small you are compared to him, large palm smoothing over your lower stomach. When his fingers make contact with your clit you can not help but whine for him and buck into his hand. The decibel of your voice only raising again when Rotxo follows his assaults with encouraging whispers reminding you that you only have a few seconds to cum all over his fingers. You really can't think about how he acts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened by the time your friends finally reach the two of you minutes later. Quick to ignore any implication of the thought despite the fact that your tswin are still connected and the love stick eyes you both share are undoubtable.

i’m sorry he got me feral

[indras-wife]

hiii !!! I was wondering if I could request a yandere indra with a fem reader who smokes cigarettes? Maybe she grew up with a bad childhood, resulting her using cigarettes as a coping mechanism. I was wondering if you could make her be quite independent since she basically had to raise herself and she's quick to snap back at people whenever she doesn't get a cigarette since it contains nicotine to calm you down and makes you relaxed?

Also whenever the two would speak about their childhood, she would genuinely be quite surprised how it seemed a lot more normal than hers ? thank you !!!

This has to be one of the best requests I got anon! Indra has a very interesting woman to deal with it seems~ Two independent people... I wonder how this will go~✨👀 I was not sure whether you wanted modern or no, but I tried to write in a way that can suit both modern au and the anime era. Hope its okay with you sweetie(if no, let me know. I will write a separate one with the desired concept) 💖

A smoker darling...Indra never thought he would be so feral for such a woman. The way this woman presses the cigarette to her red pained lips, lights it, smokes and then looks at him with her jet black eyes as she puffs out the smoke, drives him to the edge.

He was first VERY VERY against the idea that his sweetheart is smoking. Not only because he hates the smell of burning nicotine, but also because women of inappropriate behavior are the ones smoking. In short, Indra thought of his darling being a prostitute upon their first interaction. Very judgmental of him, but this man has his opinions and he stick to them, as bad as they sound to others.

Surprisingly for him, as repellent as her smoking was, he was somehow enchanted by her. This man could not help himself but think of her every minute of his day. What was she doing now? Was she wearing her signature red lipstick? Was she smoking? Why was she smoking? Did she have a reason to smoke? The more he thought of her, the more possessive he became of a woman who he doesn't know well. However, later on, his obsessed ideas served the basis of their closeness.

When they got together, Indra was TRYING hard to persuade his darling to stop smoking. "The smell of nicotine gets stuck in your hair. I hate it. Stop smoking. Why are you even doing this?" Such sentences were being heard by his darling every day, 24/7, every hour of the day. At first she was laughing at him, not paying much attention to his rumbling and not giving him a definite reason for her habit but the more he spoke about it, she could not hide the reason for her smoking.

"This is just coping mechanism for me Indra. I smoke to relax and unwind" she explained, holding a cigarette between her delicate fingers. "I have been smoking since I was a teen, around 13 so its already something I got used to and cant change. Sorry"

Indra would just furrow his eyebrows at her explanation, feeling conflicted with many questions. Why was she smoking as a child? What made her smoke? Didn't her parent try to stop her? He had all the questions in the world ready for her, waiting for a moment to ask them.

His darling, defeated by his persistent nature(she found it hot nevertheless), agreed to reveal her reasonings, only if Indra promised to share about his childhood. Thinking he can escape, Indra agreed, not thinking much into it.

" My mom just gave birth to me, nothing else. She didn't raise me Indra. I did. I raised myself in the streets full of drug addicts, alcoholics, prostitutes and many other people who were shunned by everyone around them in their lives. The only thing that my mother did was beat me when I failed to get her the alcohol of her choice. Smoking helped me get through that depressive part of my life. I still have nightmares from my days of living in the streets so....smoking helps me cope with them.."

Indra was taken back by his darling's backstory. He was guessing something terrible happened that led her to this path of self-destruction, but he was not expecting for her story to be this...dark. He loved that his darling was independent, relying only on herself, but he had no idea that her childhood was the reason for that characteristic. Indra always acknowledge that his life was hellish, cruel and overall fucked up, but hers...Even worse than his!

He began to feel more sympathetic towards her and her smoking habits. Of course, he would not fully tolerate it, but he would stop driving her mad with requiring her to stop smoking.

He has some...unsuccessful attempts at trying to stop her smoking. He would sometimes snatch the cigarettes from her lips and drop it to the ground. He would steal her cigarette packs and burn them without her seeing, and when his darling would ask if he has seen her cigarettes he would just give a short "no". Of course his darling could instantly figure his doings, but most of the time she would not speak.

His darling, however, snapped one day at him for doing his usual "stop-her-from-smoking" routine. On that particular day (the day her mother died), she was feeling more anxious, so her only thought was to smoke. She picked a cigarette out of her pocket, but it was snatched away in an instant. Her eyes met with Indra's who was towering over her with a warning glare. His darling was not in the mood for his usual tactics so she just pushed him away hard and run off somewhere to smoke in peace. Indra tried to go after her but failed.

In the end, surprisingly, his darling introduced smoking to Indra, seeing how stressed he was from his duties. This was now something he couldn't live without and he both blamed his darling and thanked her.

He would not let her smoke with anyone else after he also got in the rabbit hole. Seeing his darling smoke was HOT and he was too possessive to let any other man see her. His darling didn't mind this and was in fact enjoying his possessive side.

These two would have silent "dates" where they would stand in the balcony of the house, smoke and look at the stars above them. A very romantic date indeed~

[coltrainbat]

Can I get a sweet fluffy Andy like anything Andy no Laurie (I ignore she exists anyway lol) but sweet Andy couple stuff

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope this is exactly what you needed angel. ✨💕

What to Wear

Summary: You cant find a shirt that fits but Andy's always there to help. BigChested!Reader X Andy Barber

Warnings: Fluff

Too tight. Too loose. Too small. Too… awkward.

You huffed in mirror, trying to find a top for your date night with your boyfriend, Andy.

“Honey you ready yet?” Shit, he was going to find you in the wardrobe, a sweaty mess with clothes thrown everywhere.

“Just a second!”

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from frustration. Nothing fit over your chest properly and you simply just wanted to look classy and cute for your date, but your only choices were Hooters waitress or Grandma muumuu.

“Honey, is something wrong… I’m going to come in, okay?” the door slid open to Andy with a look of concern on his face. He looked gorgeous as ever in a button up with the sleeves rolled up, his take on casual was taking off his tie and rolling up his sleeves after work and God did it look good on him.

“Oh, baby what’s all this?” He looked at you slouched down in the chair, in the only comfortable lace black bra you own, clothes and hangers strewn over the floor. You covered your face with your handing hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your tear-stained cheeks.

“Nothing fits Andy! Nothing unless you want to take out Pamela Anderson...” You pulled up the red bodysuit that was barely a top and more loke a thin piece of fabric. “…Or Paula Dean!” in your other hand the overly floral button up that looked like a sack on you, was far too big and managed to cover any sign of curves on your body.

He moved closer crouching down at the chair in front of you “Well if its ok with you, I’d like to take you out and I don’t mind what you’re wearing now.” He traced a finger over the lace covering your breast.

“This is a bra, Andy!”

“Well, it’s a very nice bra.” He inched his face, putting his palm on your cheek washing away any residue of tears.

“Hey, I don’t care what you wear, I know what you look like, and I love you… hell I think you look good in one of my shirts – why don’t you try one of them on?”

You had worn Andy’s button ups before around the house from time to time. The expensive shirt was soft against your skin and the buttons didn’t gape over your chest.

Andy hopped up and started sifting through the racks of shirts, pulling out an off white slim fit button up.

“I’m no fashion stylist but this will go with your jeans… try it on.”

You were hesitant but took the shirt from him, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly pulled it across your shoulders. Your arms weren’t tight within the fabric as they usually catered to Andy’s large biceps.

“Here let me help.” He buttoned up the shirt starting from the bottom, one by one, grazing the skin of your stomach ever so softly.

“I think it’d look better without the bra but that’s just me.” He smirked

Bra-less was not an option for you given the fact your breast weren’t naturally perky but it warmed your heart that he didn’t care.

“Ok let me finish it off” Once the last button was done showing a hint of cleavage, you tucked once side into your jeans and zipped them up. Readjusting the gold necklace Andy got you for your birthday so the pendant sat in the valley of your chest.

You finally got a good look of yourself. You looked amazing.

Andy came up behind you as you admired your figure in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think it looks better on you.” He whispered in your ear lips grazing your lobe, eyes never leaving the reflection of you two in the mirror.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror for the first time in months.

“I think we should leave now before I decide I want you to myself for the rest of the night.” Andy’s grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around to face him.

“Ok let’s go.” With a quick kiss on his lips, you finally found something to wear. As well as a new favourite shirt.

[beesfairlyland]

hiii bee, it’s 👿 again!! thank you for clearing it up so well. and you’re right i understand self intellectually and to actually apply is confusing but i got it today. each time i got intrusive thoughts, felt like every little thing that this illusion is experiencing is real, doubts all that i asked myself who’s this “i” who’s trying to change? who’s trying to escape? it’s this illusion. but it’s so very limited that i can’t do anything. i’ve been so laid back, this illusion has a quite some problems maybe serious ones as well BUT I CANT TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY ANYMORE 😭💀. i just shrug my shoulders but at the same time a doubt comes up like oh why is this illusion i’m seeing so hard, i just want everything to be easier, effortless, not even lift a finger to get anything. LIKE YES I KNOW it’s the illusion’s desires and i understand since i’m awareness itself, i be aware of it -> i experience it.

also these days i don’t even think of the past like i actually don’t even remember anymore after knowing all that’s true is now. i don’t think of future at all as well 🧍🏻‍♀️ because all we have is now.

is identifying with character same as thinking like “oh i’ve to get up tmrw and do this/that.” but obviously it’s the illusion thinking yet sometimes i think if i’m aware of certain thing WHY did the opposite happen. and even when it did, i didn’t panic 💀 but my career depends on it then i’m like who’s career? this illusion’s 🧍🏻‍♀️. so not my problem, yet I CANT AT TIMES it’s just creeps up to me “why didn’t anything change?”

~👿 (can i just drop by in your inbox to input my thoughts and ask you things (not ND related))

Hii!! 👿💜

Omggg i am soo proud of you!!🫶🏻 You are literally doing soo great. And yes it's this simple just don't identify with anything except I AM. this ego can't grasp that anything can be this simple that's why it has to always doubt if it's doing everything right (guess there's nothing to do at all). Even when the ego feels like there's no 'progress'..... it's always there... every moment you are getting closer and closer to HOME. Just don't give a fuck about what this ego thinks or wanna do. It's problems ain't yours. Why would you worry about a illusionary characters problems right!

And yess thinking about what you'll be doing tomorrow...what work you gotta do it's all from the ego obviously. And uk what that do? It makes the dream same for tom coz you are expecting the same dream tom....so you are thinking about it's stuff. Try to be present in the NOW as much as possible. Sleep as if there's no past no future. Don't think about what you gotta do tom. Yeah these thoughts gonna come so what? Don't pay them any attention....by time(illusionary) it's gonna go away. It's just the ego thinking that nothing's changed. Would you care about it huh? NO. Let this ego think whatever it wants to.

And ofccc i would love to if you drop in ny asks anything you like!! You are always welcome here...ilyy🫶🏻💜

-Bee🧚🏻‍♀️✨

[gaybitchfx]

✰Smut Prompts✰

✰- I was really really bored and so here I am writing prompts ✨.

✰- Yes you can ask for more than one prompt I honestly don’t mind.

✰- When requesting prompts be as specific as you can please. Especially with what kind of reader you want.

✰- The ones that are crossed out are the ones that were requested btw

1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. "Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

30. “I will never get enough of you.” 

31. “Never tease me like that again.”

32. “I'm bored. Wanna play?”

33. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

34. “Can I touch you?”

35. “Touch me and you lose.”

36. “You look beautiful. But I'm afraid you'd look more gorgeous with that dress off you.”

37. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

38. “I want you so bad...”

39. “Baby, I cant-..please...”

40. “I can't help but have such thoughts when you look like that.”

41. “You know, you make me feel so horny.”

42. “You make such pretty sounds, my love.”

43. “How do you feel?”

44. “Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it?”

45. “Are...you ok? Is this pace good enough?”

46. “I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams, ‘Kay?”

47. “Mmm, so beautiful...”

48. “I can't help but wonder how your cute face would look when I finally touch you.”

49. “You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?”

50. “You're more than just a fling,my love.”

51. “Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?”

52. “Just friends?! Do your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?!”

53. “I love your body, babe. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.”

54. “I'd love to love you all night, my love.”

55. “I love how excited you are.”

56. “Right now, I'd love your kisses on anywhere but my lips.”

57. “Why can't I get enough of you?”

58. “I love seeing you so flustered.”

59. “You're safe with me. You know I'd never hurt you, darling.”

60. “You're so cute when you're nervous.”

61. “But babe, I want to play with you~”

62. “See what a mess you've made me?”

63. “I need you...”

64. “You like it when I touch you?”

65. “I want to make love to you.”

66. “It looks like you're ready for me.”

67. “I can't help but to be turned on by the sight of you.”

68. “You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?”

69. “Tell me how much do you want me.”

70. “Don't tempt me.”

71. “I'm gonna do something a little different, but I know you're gonna love it.”

72. “You have been waiting long for this, haven't you?”

73. “Did I tell you to touch?”

74. “I'm going to mark all the parts I love to show you how beautiful you are.”

75. “I will never get tired of holding you.”

76. “Would you like to do it again?”

77. “Why can't I get enough of you?”

78. “We could... do it.”

79. “I want to make you feel so good, babe.”

80. “You're so beautiful...so so beautiful...”

81. “Come here.”

82. “What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?”

83. “I'm always in the mood to play.”

84. “You're mine , understand?”

85. “You know exactly what I want.”

86. “I love it when you're like this.”

87. “Don't mind me, just enjoying the view.”

88. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

89. “Let me show you how much I care about you.”

90. “I've never done this before so I'm afraid you have to guide me.”

91. “You're so adorable. Aww, don't hide your face sweetheart.”

92. “want you to touch me…please.”

93. “It's not going to hurt, is it?”

94. “Wet already? I see you're so eager, hm?”

95. “Seriously, when are you never horny?”

96. “Kneel.”

97. “Stop the teasing, please...”

98. “Are you perhaps a..virgin?”

99. “No,I'm supposed to make you feel good.”

100. “Don't you wanna feel good, baby?”

101. “It feels good doesn’t it?”

102. “Scream for me, babe.”

103. “I wanna fuck you full of my kids..”

104. “Don’t be shy..touch it.”

[maveras-posts]

Slashers PRIDE EDITION

Jason in my opinion is one of the most innocent and the sweetest of the bunch, Jason doesn't mind the LGBTQ+ because he doesnt fully understand in the first place “If youre nice then why does it matter?”

Ghostface(Danny) to me screams (haha get it) PAN and honestly i feel like anyone who has anything to say against it or has any hate whatsoever would suddenly ✨dissapear✨ (he def dragged them back to the hole in which they came from) and he also loves pride fest!

Micheal also doesn't fully grasp the concept but he understands what its like to be an alienated group so he doesn't discriminate at all…saying that he will just kill anyone he deems killable BUT he isn't opposed to experimenting. Micheal doesn't like labels he’s been his whole life so he just does whatever he does.

Chucky is a ✨Queer Ally✨, I mean him and Tiffany have a Queer kid so he’ll probably also help us in the brawl. Period bish💅

Freddy I swear I would probably jump him with Ghostface, he is intolerant and overall a slime ball he definitely is like “YOURE ONE OF THEM QUEERS–” 

SIDE NOTE: Ghostface and I have all jumped him he is tolerable for now *Massive SIDE EYE * Ghost and I dont stand for intolerance

SAM is a child and has no time for that, he only cares about Halloween and candy

Art also doesn't really mind too much but Art is ✨Pan✨ and ✨Genderfluid✨ but Art would definitely remove ANYONE who is Homophobic or Transphobic, he honestly just cant stand rude people all together.

Leatherface also mostly keeps to himself but make no mistake is also trans and leans more into being gender fluid

Pennywise is also nonbinary and to me screams some sort of queerness I just can't quite put a finger on it but Pennywise is for sure on the spectrum