#duh its a plant

[pathologising]

why the fuck do my hands break out in a rash every time i handle/brush my hair ive literally had it with this mf body

[ihopethisendswell]

Am I constantly looking at different flowers and looking at their flower language/ meaning and also checking if they are a certain color so I can match them to my characters?! Yes. Yes, I am.

[lanseax]

i have a really big art piece i just planned in 4 secs in my head

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

sexy time with Inarizaki boys!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Osamu Miya,Atsumu Miya,Rintarou Suna X Fem!reader Genre:Smut,duh! Format:Scenario Warnings:Nsfw content,Smut (accidentally wrote "none" because of habits lol),degradation kink,oral (fem! receiving),cursing,fluff for Sunas part,Sub!Reader,Dom!Characters,cum swallowing Word Count:345 A/n:well damn im losing my mind over these boys

Seijoh smut drabble

↬Osamu miya Feeling of the gentle touch of his sexy hands,while one of them is holding your thigh and the other one is making its way to your G spot;smirks when he hears the sound of your pretty moans and sees the effort youre making to catch your breath which leads to a dead end,cause that's when he sucks on your clit.tasting every drop of you until theres nothing left other than his saliva,comes atop of you and plants a small kiss on your forehead.the next thing youre feeling is the tip of his cock on your enterance,ready to make you go wild again;and the shivers hes giving you by whispering to your right ear "that's it princess,now cum for me again"

↬Atsumu miya bites your neck harshly while thrusting into your soaked cunt,pinches your nipples when your eyes aren't focused on him and looks at you with a small pout on his lips that reflects his unhappiness "don't look away,ya naughty slut".has a bit of degradation kink but will make it up to you afterwards by needy cuddles and soft kisses.silences your loud screams by shoving his tongue in your mouth and kisses you intensely cause your moans distracts him from "the business", pulls his cock out of you right before reaching his orgasm and makes you swallow his cum till hes done,holds you in his arms so tightly hoping it would satisfy his urge to make you his.you sigh in relief glad that youre finally have a chance to rest,till you feel his long middle finger poking your clit again "babe…I don't think I can take it anymore" "no worries baby doll,i gotcha"

↬Rintarou Suna if duration of sex is about twenty minutes,why not spend that time for "sleeping"? :) yeah…so basically while others have their makeout sessions and bootycalls on Friday nights,you and Rin spend the whole Evening+Night sleeping in each others arms,barely getting out of bed unless its an emergency :D

reblogs are WILDLY appreciated <3

[kurosukii]

imagine both bokuto and akaashi are bisexuals and they’re dating, y/n is the msby assistant and as akaashi always goes to the team’s practices and matches when he gets a day off, both bokuaka has a crush on y/n which is mutual then they all decided to have a little fun/threesome after msby winning a game

BITCH LISTEN . I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT A BOKUAKA X READER ANGST TO FLUFF TO LOVERS SOULMATE AU FOR THE LONGEST TIME BUT THIS ONE? CHEF’S KISS <33

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — threesome (with mxm action cause duh bokuaka are bfs, bottom&subby bo, top&dom keiji), oral (f and m receiving), no explicit butt stuff soz, appreciating bo’s thighs, riding, nipple play, praise, creampie, cumplay, cum eating (sue me???) (its my longest drabble i got carried away my bad) 

bokuto can’t decide what’s better—winning a crucial game of the season or watching you and his boyfriend moan into each other’s mouth as the pair of you suck and slurp away at his cock.

bokuto’s crush on you wasn’t a surprise nor a secret but learning about akaashi’s feelings was definitely something that made your eyes go wide. he ended up liking you for the same reasons his boyfriend liked you, you’re caring and patient—something that bokuto needed and something that akaashi knew quite well. 

bokuto would sometimes moan your name whilst getting fucked by akaashi, and to his surprise it would even increase his own arousal, causing him to fuck bokuto harder. 

both of them like you very much, which is why it’s a no brainer that the heated glances, lingering touches, and words with hidden meanings have finally landed where you are today—naked and kneeling on the floor beside akaashi. 

“it’s your prize for spiking the match point ball,” akaashi says before he sucks bokuto’s length into his mouth, making the bigger man groan in pleasure and throw his head back. 

you watch with keen interest at how akaashi’s lips stretch around his boyfriend’s cock. he’s showing you how his boyfriend likes it—messy and loud. you’re a whimpering mess, thighs rubbing together as your pussy throbs at the two lovers enjoying each other. 

having mercy on you, akaashi takes your hand and guides it to bokuto’s balls, silently telling you to fondle and play with it. your hand squeezes his heavy sack, earning a loud moan from bokuto, and you whine as more slick gushes from your pussy.

“fuuuuck, that feels so good, ‘kaashi,” the bigger man whines, squeezing the sheets as his abs clench. his legs are spread wide, accommodating the two bodies between his legs. you marvel at his thick thighs—you’ve always admired them from a far, but now you’re given the opportunity to appreciate them fully.

you nibble the sensitive skin, making him and involuntarily thrust into akaashi’s mouth. you giggle at his reaction, planting a kiss on the red mark.  

akaashi moans before pulling away abruptly, making bokuto whine and pout at the loss of stimulation. that's probably your cue.

“hnnng—sweetheart, s-shit!”

bokuto gasps, moaning as you replace akaashi’s position, loudly slurping and licking along his veiny shaft. akaashi squeezes beside you and quickly mirrors your actions.

it’s so lewd and messy. both of you pleasuring bokuto at the same time, saliva and spittle dribbling down his length. akaashi tugs your head towards him with bokuto’s cockhead in the middle and he starts sloppily kissing you, lips smacking against each other’s as your tongues swipe across the reddened and sensitive tip.

you’re met with a blushing bokuto who’s watching his crush and his boyfriend make out all over his dick. akaashi decides to get on with the real prize, pulling you both away from bokuto.

he pays no mind to his whining and pouting boyfriend, maneuvering your body so you’re up on the bed and hovering over the owlish’s man’s thick thighs.

you brace yourself on bokuto’s shoulders, wet pussy aligned with his dick as akaashi guides your hips down his length.

you can’t control the loud squeal erupting out of your throat as the fat cock stretches your walls. bokuto curses, teeth biting his lip so hard to stop himself from thrusting up in you.

“he’s really big, isn’t he? bet he feels so good inside your pussy.”

akaashi whispers in your ear, watching his boyfriend’s glossy golden eyes slowly go blank as you sink down on his cock.

“play with his nipples, doll. he likes that,” the younger man orders as he watches your hands go down from bokuto’s shoulders to his nipples. your nimble fingers rub the dusky and hardened peaks, making him throw his head back.

he moans your name, rolling his hips when your thighs hit his lap. it’s a snug fit; your walls are naturally wetter and hotter, causing bokuto to quickly hold your waist as he immediately bounces your pliant body on his cock.

“fuuuuck, always wanted to know how your pussy feels like, baby.”

you moan at his admission, twisting his nipples while akaashi kisses a trail up your neck as he murmurs praises in your ear.

you’re taking my boyfriend so well, doll.

we’ve wanted you for the longest time.

it’s futile, trying to stop your orgasm. because with the way bokuto’s cock is splitting you open and akaashi’s teasing words, you’re a goner.

“baby, fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” bokuto cries, his voice increasing in pitch as he nears his orgasm, his thick thighs loudly smacking against yours.

akaashi’s hand finds your clit, his slender fingers furiously rubbing circles on your bud, causing you to choke out a whine.

you and bokuto cum at the same time, loud cries filling the room as your bodies shudder. thick and hot spurts of cum warms your insides, and because bokuto cums a lot, rivulets of your combined juices dribble down his cock, staining his balls and thighs in white.

akaashi gives you a few moments to settle down before he lifts you off of bokuto’s lap, promptly adjusting your trembling body on all fours as the bigger man rolls out of the way before joining akaashi on the floor.

the two boyfriends take hold of one thigh before spreading them and diving for your dripping pussy at the same time.

you fist the sheets as moans and loud squelches fill the room, wet smacking of lips as the two mirror what happened earlier.

akaashi licks a stripe along your messy slit, catching yours and his boyfriend’s cum on his tongue before he sloppily kisses bokuto, making the older man moan as the combined flavor of your juices and akaashi’s tongue spread through his mouth.

they loudly make out for awhile before they pull away, a thick string of spit connecting their lips before bokuto licks it off.

they each take a handful of your ass cheek, kissing the soft and supple skin before akaashi says something that makes your belly flutter in anticipation.

“maybe next time we’ll both properly reduce you into a whimpering mess.”

next time, you definitely like the sound of that.

[silverdelirium]

SUMMARY ➠ sirius fingers you in front of a mirror

WARNINGS ➠ fingering, squirting, innocence kink, daddy kink, dacryphillia, mirror kink (?), praise, humiliation, begging, overstimulation

WORD COUNT ➠ 714

A/N ➠ its 1am and im super bored & horny so here’s a lil blurb that it’s probably super bad <3

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“you think you can take one more for daddy, sweet thing?” purred sirius in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell of your hear as you heaved a squeaky yes in response.

the pad of his fingers lightly soothed the pulse in your swollen mound, a small mewl already slipping past your lips at the smallest bit of attention in your most sensitive part.

he shushed you with three quick slaps to your puffy folds, that had you gasping as you tried your best to refrain your hips from bucking up, all to prove to your daddy that you were his good girl.

you craved the praise, more than anything. and sirius knew, he could tell by the way you peered up at him, batting your lashes through the mirror as your jaw dropped slightly when two thick digits slid inside your overused cunt.

after three back to back orgasms your body was more than sensitized to any sultry touch.

“what’s wrong my pretty girl, your small cunt just can’t take anymore, huh?” he teased, a mocking pout adorning his face as you blinked back tears, embarrassment creeping up to the apple of your cheeks as the squelching sounds beneath you grew louder with every thrust of his fingers.

“you fucking answer me when i talk to you”

his movements were no longer sweet and praiseful, they were aggressive and unapologetic.

“sorry— sorry! didn’t mean to daddy, please” you sobbed, gripping his forearm in a weak attempt to stop his brutal ministrations to your delicate pussy.

“daddy’s fingers just make you go braindead, yeah? but you love it when i play with your little button” he tutted, eyes gleaming with amusement as you whined in protest at the humiliation.

yet the painful curl of his fingers against your g-spot did nothing but push you closer to the edge, and sirius’ chest swelled with pride as he felt you contract around his fingers, silently warning him of your approaching orgasm

daddy’s and pleas fell out of your lips like a chant, making sirius’ very prominent boner harden even more at the sight and hearing of your responsiveness.

your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and his free hand roughly planted itself to your face, holding your jaw still so your eyes stayed locked to the mirror. “i want you to watch yourself, watch how you take my fingers in this tight little cunt while you fucking beg me to cum”

“daddy it’s too much— i can’t hold it anymore” you cried out, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling as the electrifying sensation spread through your nerves.

“beg for it, pet. you know the rules” he spat, thumb flicking over your clit.

a small sob wracked through you, tears streaming down your face; “please daddy, i just want to be your good girl” you babbled, thighs shaking in anticipation.

“you can do better than that, bunny” he cocked his head to the side.

“i need you to let me cum, daddy, please— feels too good and it hurts”

sirius himself couldn’t deny you anymore, if you kept on speaking to him like that, he might even cum on the spot.

“that’s a good girl, cum all over daddy’s fingers, baby” cooed sirius, not slowing his fingers once as you unraveled in front of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails leaving crescent moons on his arms and mouth agape.

“oh my fucking god” he groaned, blood rushing to his grith as he eyed your dripping cunt squirting right in front of him.

sirius stayed fucking you with his fingers through your high, connecting his eyes with yours through the reflection once again when you managed to get ahold of your sight that had clouded with small black dots.

“look at what you did baby” he spoke, softness lacing his tone as he slipped his dampened fingers out, making a path with them to palm at your tits. “made a mess all over daddy’s lap”

indeed you did, both sets of thighs were completely drenched with your juices, as well as the sheet bellow you.

“‘m sorry daddy” you whimpered, fearing he would be mad at you for ruining his bed-wear.

“it’s nothing to be sorry for, princess. want you to do that again all over my cock”

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[cursed-domain]

{jjk men + taking a break mid blowjob}

let’s say you’ve been. Working. For a while. Your jaw is all tired out and your concentration is slipping as you struggle to repress your gag reflex. So you sit back on your heels, look up with nice big, apologetic eyes, and ask if you can please have just a little break. What happens next?

5 drabbles of ~1k total

featuring: toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, nanami (his is intentionally placed last. it’s like aftercare <33)

cw: nsfw - oral sex (duh), gags/restraints, impact play, mean characters being mean <33

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TOJI

“Already?”

“Ah-huh.” Your tongue is still hanging from your mouth, drool pooling on its curled surface.

He grins slyly, pushing stray hair from your face with a thickly veined hand. “I told you I’d be too big for you, princess.”

“No…” You press forward, but that single hand is enough to keep you in place, holding your face and pressing your cheeks together. “‘S not-”

“I thought you needed a break.” He shrugs lazily, making sure you’re watching before giving his cock a languid stroke. “I can be nice. I could let you just sit pretty and watch. That what you want?” Your pout only makes him laugh. “I’ll still cum on you, if you sit still. Don’t pretend that isn’t your favorite part.”

He’s squeezing your face so hard that manipulating your mouth into words is difficult. You whine instead, practically drooling as you watch him pleasure himself in front of you.

“Hm?” He released your face, keeping two fingers underneath it to guide your gaze upwards. “You gotta use your words with me. You know you won’t get anything if you don’t.”

“Don’t want a break anymore,” you mumble.

“Hm?”

“Please,” you say, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Don’t want a break. Want your cock, please.”

“You sure? You said -”

“Please.” You can’t break your eyes away from the easy movements of his hand. You know he’s doing it just to aggravate you, but it’s working so well you don’t even care. “Thank you.”

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SUKUNA

You don’t manage to say a thing. You barely manage to get your mouth free before he reaches down to shove three fingers inside your mouth, choking you almost as deep as he expects you to take his cock with every stroke. “Did I tell you to stop?”

You shake your head.

“Did I tell you that you could stop without permission?” When you drop your eyes, his nails dig into your scalp, tugging at your hair and forcing your gaze upwards. “Answer me.”

You shake your head again, cringing as he glances down at the drool sliding from your mouth.

“That was a very stupid thing to do, then, wasn’t it?” He laughs darkly at the gentle mmph you manage in response. “Don’t worry. We’re just going to try again. And this time you’re going to remember that I would rather watch you suffocate in front of me than give you a moment’s rest.”

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MAHITO

“Huh?” Mahito cocks his head, keeping his hands clenched firmly around the back of yours. “I don’t want you to stop, though.”

“But…” you smile weakly, and swipe the back of your hand across you mouth. “I’m tired…”

He tugs you forward, forcing your lips over the tip of his cock. “I don’t want you to stop. Okay?” He thrusts forward, cutting off any possibility of a response. “Okay,” he answers himself. When he glances down at you, there is something close to fondness in his eyes.

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NAOYA

He only ever lets you do this on your knees, and today the hard, cold wooden floor was too much for you to bear.

He was kind enough to let you rest on your back instead. All he required you to do in return was let him tie up your wrists before spreading your legs wide for the bar now slotted between your ankles. The ball of his foot, still clothed in a polished black shoe, presses into the side of your neck. Your inner thighs are still glowing red from the last two strikes of his paddle, and you swear that each round only makes him more vicious.

He sighs, looking down with mock pity as he presses harder on your neck. “I’ve explained so many times. All you have to do is apologize.” He shakes his head patronizingly as he reminds you. “Say you’re sorry, and I’ll forgive you for this little transgression. You’re a stupid little whore, but I think you can handle that much.” He lifts his foot from your windpipe, encouraging you once again to speak. “I’m waiting, sweetheart.”

You moan helplessly. It’s the only sound the dildo crammed into your mouth will allow. The strap extending from the base squeezes tightly against your scalp, sealing your mouth shut.

Naoya crouches over you, smirking. “How disappointing.” The paddle hits sharply and squarely between your legs, sending a shudder through your splayed body. “I really thought you’d have learned by now.”

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NANAMI

“Hm? A break?” Nanami shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

You shift between his legs, slowly grinding on the mattress beneath you. “‘m tired,” you murmur, resting your head on his thigh with a faintly teasing smile. “Just gimme a minute. We can just sit here.”

“No.” You look up suddenly as he leans forward to grab you by the waist. “You’d get bored if we did that.”

You shriek as you’re pulled up towards his chest and flipped over, deposited on your back. Your skirt, kept on until now, is quickly tugged around your ankles. “Kento-”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t give your mouth a break.” He plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh, his hands clamped tight over your waist. “But we’re not just going to stop.”

Your response turns into a wordless exhale as his tongue swipes across your cunt, easily finding your clit as it has so many times before, steady against the uncontrollable movement of your hips.

“I think this will be enough to keep both of us entertained, don’t you?”

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[2-the-moon-and-2-saturn]

tell me something random

(read on ao3)

Sat up against the headboard in bed, Kara’s been working ahead on a few e-mails for a while when the spot next to her sinks, its new occupant a towel-wrapped body that plasters itself onto the left side of her own. As pale fingers inch across the laptop, closing around the corner of the screen in a silent question, a damp chin burrows pokes the soft skin just under her clavicle in an attempt to fit into her shoulder, the right hand snaking into Kara’s.

At the familiar move, she turns her head slightly in order to plant a kiss on her girlfriend’s hairline before closing the L-Corp-enhanced computer and setting it on the bedside table.

When Kara settles back down, Lena moves the hand she has a hold of in order to wrap the Kryptonian’s arm around her and inch impossibly closer, tugging across Kara’s waist and pillowing her head just over the warm chest.

Ever since Lena hugged her without high heels for the first time and discovered the benefits of their height difference, this has been her favorite spot – ear just above Kara’s beating heart, arms pulling her middle close close closer. It always takes their heartbeats mere minutes to start singing in unison, and whenever the sound dances around her ears, it’s the most peaceful she’s ever seen either of them get.

“Hey, baby,” she says after a while, carding her fingers through damp, uncombed raven hair.

“Hi,” Lena nuzzles her face against Kara’s skin, not unlike a cat, and the flutter of her eyelashes spreads a fuzzy feeling in the blonde’s stomach.

“Okay day?” They just do this sometimes – curl up into the other and wordlessly snuggle, just for the sake of it, – but Kara can’t help loosely lacing the question with concern.

“Mhmm,” her girlfriend nods, an easy smile pressed into Kara’s warm skin that she finds herself returning immediately at the confirmation.

“You smell like peaches,” she remarks, after turning to plant another kiss onto the crown of her head and inhaling deep.

“I always smell like peaches,” Lena counters.

“I know, it’s heavenly.”

“I wasn’t aware you had such strong feelings towards peaches.”

“I mean, duh. They smell like you.”

Lena breathes out a surprised chuckle, and Kara doesn’t need to unlatch from the top of her girlfriend’s head to know there’s a pretty pink dusting across her cheeks.

“You sound like you’ve been gifted a bottle of Alderian rum again,” are tonight’s chosen words of deflection, but the fist on her shirt still grips the littlest bit tighter as Lena edges that much closer.

“Nah, just very much in love.”

“Is love supposed to cause your neurons to spontaneously self-destruct?”

“I don’t know, ma’am,” Kara shrugs. “You’re the scientist.”

Lena hums noncommittally and takes a deep breath, pressing a warm kiss to the skin under her cheek.

Without words to get in the way, they let their senses overflow with each other – fresh scents and smooth skin and the symphony of beating hearts and content breaths of two people who, against all odds in such a large, uncaring world, belong.

“Missed you,” Kara offers eventually, running her fingers feather-light up and down Lena’s arm.

She says it, because she knows Lena won’t. Because on some occasions, her girlfriend just isn’t quite there yet, and Kara can tell that today is one of those days. But she can also tell that Lena needs to hear it – something about the way her fist still hasn’t let up its grip on the fabric of her shirt.

“Missed you, too,” comes the murmured reply, fingers loosening the slightest bit as she sinks into the even movements of Kara’s chest.

Lena’s presence is the closest Kara gets to silence in the city; it’s like all her senses latch onto the woman – the rhythm of her heart, steady rise and fall of her chest, the slightest changes on the texture of her skin and the way light bounces off of her. How she knows for a fact that the scent of peaches couldn’t hold a candle to what lies beneath, something that is just intrinsically, essentially, entirely, Lena.

It can be inconvenient, even maddening, at times. How she can’t help but focus on her girlfriend’s vital signs if an alien attacks her vicinity; how she would do anything not to hear all the countless little tells that Lena is getting upset during an argument, especially if she asks for some time alone to cool off and kara can feel her crying from halfway across the city in a level that is so much deeper than merely hearing her sobs.

But in moments like this, the sound of silence provided by Lena is the most beautiful thing she’s ever felt.

“Tell me something random,” she voices the familiar request eventually, the tips of her fingers being played with and occasionally meeting Kara’s lips in one kiss or another.

“I once took a penguin flying,” the blonde replies without missing a heartbeat, and Lena snaps her head up, breathing out that surprised chuckle she always makes whenever Kara shares an anecdote.

“What?!”

“Alright, I was young, and they just- They have their little wings, but they can’t fly, and I mean, what if it upsets them, Lena?” She asks with wide, worried eyes.

“So you thought you’d just pick one up off the zoo and fly it around the town, see if it enjoyed the experience?”

“Uh, excuse you,” the Kryptonian lifts her head in feign outrage. “I went to the Arctic and flew them around temperatures they were comfortable with, thank you very much.”

Lena snorts, “And how did that work out for you?”

“Better than it did with the chicken,” she shrugs.

As Lena opens her mouth to ask, lips unable to contain an amused smile, Kara lifts a hand to stop her in her tracks and closes her eyes with the expression of a haunted woman.

“We don’t talk about the chicken,” she states, somberly.

Lena’s chin drops.

“Wh- Is it alive?”

Kara glares at her, a mixed look of horror and betrayal in her eyes.

“Yes, it’s alive,” she grumbles on, “I, however, nearly did not share the same fate, but thank you for your concern.”

“Now you have to tell me,” her girlfriend states after recovering from the bark of laughter she let out.

“We don’t. Talk about the chicken,” Kara stands her ground, looking no less adorable. It earns her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“You’re an idiot,” the youngest Luthor states affectionately.

“I’m your idiot,” the last daughter of Krypton answers easily, and a hand comes up to cover her entire face.

“One of these days, you’ll have to stop harassing me with those cheesy lines,” Lena pleads, but through her fingers, Kara can see her cheeks flush pretty pink again. She flips their position to pepper kisses all over it.

“Never,” comes the saccharine-sweet promise she fully intends to keep.

[kitchenisking]

April Fic Rec

Its that time guys!!!!!!!! Happy April fools to everyone, though this is not a joke, another 10 fics coming your way! I hope everyone is enjoying the spring weather that coming our way. 

Also I am in awe of the responses that Im getting for the recs. never in a million years did I think so many people would be liking and reblogging them😌😌 Love you guys!❤️

Permanently Marked by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6448, sterek)

“That maybe the glances,” he peered back into Stiles’ eyes, “the touches,” he ran his fingers gently down the skin of Stiles’ forearm until his skin erupted in goosebumps, “the terrible flirting...” Derek’s lips twitched and Stiles’ mind reeled with all of the horrible pick-up lines and praises he had thrown in Derek’s direction more times than he could really count.

“Yeah?” Stiles whispered back. He felt himself leaning forward and before he could stop himself, the palm of his free hand slid up to Derek’s chest, his fingertips resting on the collarbone that jutted out of Derek’s skin as if teasing Stiles.

“...That maybe it meant you liked me, too,” Derek finished as he pressed his palm over Stiles’ hand.

And If I Die Before I Wake by consciousness_streaming - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 60411, sterek)

When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn't think it's a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he's going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

Year-Round by cheshiredog - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 51382, sterek)

1950s Sterek farmer!Derek and college!Stiles AU. TW FOR HOMOPHOBIA (1950s, duh) (its such a good fic🥰)

Getting Back Up by Hella_Meyers - (Rating: Mature, Words: 31004, sterek)

Stiles still hadn't mentally recovered from the Nogitsune and the Wild Hunt. While working for the FBI in Virginia, an undercover job led him to a breakdown. He was away from home, he was alone, and all his demons came rushing to the surface.

He went home to Beacon Hills, settled down with a certain Sourwolf, and never looked back.

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Or, the one where Stiles comes back home to a Derek Hale surprise and finally plants roots.

Sound of Settling by SilverFlameAlchemist - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30940, sterek)

“Is she a mermaid? Did you find a mermaid on your doorstep? Why didn’t you just say so, man, what—who is she? Why are mermaids turning up at your place with bullet wounds in the first place?” “She’s not a mermaid,” Derek explained (far too) calmly. “She’s a siren.”

A Bro's Guide to Surviving an Assassination Attempt by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 30818, sterek)

In college, Stiles stumbled into a gig on YouTube as an activist for supernatural rights. Now in his early twenties, he loves the work he does - that is, until someone wants to kill him for it.

Enter Agent Derek Hale and his team, who are trying to catch a killer, and keep Stiles safe.

Will be trying to update once a week. Tags will change. See chapter notes for relevant tags for each chapter. Please note that the E rating is for violence as well as smut, although there will be plenty of smut.

the promise of... by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 618, sterek)

Stiles is fuming—furious!—as he paces in front of his bed. Another fight with another big bad, and Derek throwing himself into danger before the pack could arrive...again!

His window creaks open, letting in the cool night air. Derek climbs through, shirt still torn and bloody from the fight. Stiles’s blood boils at the sight.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4300, sterek)

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 79151, sterek)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

[Update: I'm stating here, because some people aren't reading the author note at the beginning, this story was inspired by/based on Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' Hawksong]

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10999, sterek)

The omegas came out onto the stage next, and Derek did his best to smile and shake hands with enough polite distance as possible, to avoid giving the impressionable ones ideas.

Or the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

[mmollymercury]

Random Encanto Headcanons I Want To Word Vomit:

Mirabel isn't cured of her bad eyesight; not because Julieta doesn't want to, it's just that there's only so much she can cure.

Pepa was picked on for the gap in her teeth and smiled with a closed mouth for a while until Félix came along.

PB&J had sleepovers in Julieta's room very often but then she got married.

Camilo eats everything he puts on his plate.

Dolores won't eat certain foods because the sounds of crunchy things hurt her ears. When the miracle leaves, she tries out things she's never had before and loves them.

Mariano thought he was in love with Isabela, his family didn't completely arrange it and neither did Isa's, Alma wouldn't let her marry him if she knew she didn't love him.

Said it once and I'll say it again: Aroace Bruno supremacy.

Bruno teaches his rats tricks, like fetch, that's how they knew how to bring his vision back to him, as well as food scraps.

Bruno is actually very good at drawing, his simplistic drawings might fool you but they show how he has the knowledge to reduce something to its basic shapes and still make it recognisable.

Sometimes, Antonio wonders if the animals lie to him.

Alma considered putting Bruno's picture in her locket along with Pedro's, after he left.

The concept art has Dolores liking music and playing her own. But imo, music irritates her ears. (I talked abt this briefly before-but I have an idea for a fic, after the fall of casita, where Dolores hears music for the first time)

Pepa and Dolores finally get closer after casita falls. Pepa gets very emotional, she loves her babies❤️💖

Alma's opinion of Agustín changed greatly after she learned he could play piano. The woman loves herself some talents.

Luisa doesn't have muscles because of the miracle, she'd be strong regardless (example: her ceremony photo and the fact that she couldn't lift a plant pot once her gift started fading) she works out purposefully because she wants to be muscular. (plus, a cute lil addition: when she was around 11 or 12, she learned about Hercules, probably from her pa reading the myth to her-and idolised him, then asked for her first set of weights for her birthday so she could look just like him!)

Camilo is a theater kid (obviously) and is in the drama club at school. He can hit high notes pretty well.

Mirabel is actually very popular with some villagers, they feel less anxious to speak to her without the unspoken power imbalance that is having a gift, others though, do think she's strange and a bad omen.

Mirabel doesn't really have many friends at school but she never misses a day, she pushes through and forces herself to stay chipper even though it hurts.

Dolores is autistic.

Camilo is such a mama's boy, he and Pepa often go out together and have a 'girls night'.

ANGST ALERT:

Bruno has OCD intrusive thoughts (like me😳😳) and an eating disorder (like me. Dw, I'm recovered now tho). Because I love projecting -

Julieta stress eats and sometimes gets insecure.

Pepa has anxiety. Duh.

Camilo wonders if he is actually the way he looks or if he's just shifting subconsciously, he worries he might never truly know what he looks like if that's true and often feels like a fraud or a different person in his own skin, that's why (I think) after he lost his powers, the first thing he did was look at his hand, to see if it changed.

That's enough for one day-

[mutual-monsters]

oh, how the mighty fall in love

Pairing: Steve Kemp x transmasc!reader

TW: dark story!!! (kinda dead dove: do not eat), dark/yandere themes, smut, cannibalism mentions (duh), kidnapping, implied noncon/dubcon, petnames (pet, good boy, darling, pup, puppy, sweet boy, slut, baby boy, baby), very heavy breeding kink, praise kink, degredation, bondage, sir kink, oral (ftm/ftnb receiving), p in v sex, the fic being very self-indulgent, not beta’d

Again, as with all of my dark fics, this work is purely fiction and is not meant to reflect my values, morals, or wants. Please always prioritize consent, and, obviously, don’t go out doing things you read about in my fics.

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Steve Kemp keeps you in a cell for breeding (instead of his usual fare)

Word count: 972

A/N: Will I ever stop writing dark fics? Who’s to say. Anywho, this is based on a prompt I sent to Rhi a few days ago, but I ended up taking a spin on it as well (it weighed on my mind v heavy folks ✊😔)

Admittedly, there are things about this fic that I don’t like. I don’t like how much it looks like it’s first draft. I don’t like how barebones it feels. I certainly don’t like how rushed it was. However, both of the people I usually count on to help me beta were unable to this time, so, I proceeded with what I had. I hope it’s quality doesn’t hinder its enjoyment too much.

The title is from The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy and Big Sean

Tagging those who might like this: @strwbrrybucky @navybrat817 @bonky-n-steeb

You can hear him as he unlocks the basement door and descends the stairs and can’t help but wonder, why me?

You had been in Steve’s basement for three days. So far, he’d given you clothes, food, and his kindness, but he was terrifying. You knew what he did, you knew what he was, he made sure of that. What he also made sure of was to let you know that you weren’t there for the same reason as the others. And that, that was what scared you.

His footsteps resound and he walks down the long corridor of cells, past all the others, and directly to yours. The lock beeps and it clicks open, and the door opens to see him, dressed casually, smirking, and ready to see you.

“Hiya, pup.”

“H-Hi, Steve.”

His mouth twitches briefly as he revels in your fear.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

You shake your head “no”.

“I’m gonna tell you but you’re gonna freak out.”

Pangs of fear rack your frame.

“Does that mean you’re going to hurt me?”

He chuckles darkly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanna pump that belly of yours full of cum. Can you be a good boy and let me do that?”

Feebly, you nod, unsure of the man looming above you. He leans down, unhooking you from the chain binding you to the concrete below.

“Are you gonna behave for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pats your cheek lightly. “Good boy.”

The cell door slides open swiftly in his hands, he peers back at you, ushering you forward. A long narrow corridor, filled with cell doors, one’s just the one that had been holding you mere moments ago.

His hand holds yous and he leads you, gripping you fiercely. His skin is soft, too soft for someone who does what he does, you whimper upon contact. The two of you arrive at a new room, all the way at the end of the hall, what must have been a cell, converted now to reflect his desires. The space is fresh, new.

“I made this just for you.” He says, as if it’s a gesture of affection.

The room, instead of barren, sits filled with a bed, a plush king, but that is not what catches your eye. No, instead you focus on the bearings, prepared to strap you to the thing, leather and silk in here instead of the cold, rusted iron of your former cell.

He seethes quietly behind you, only speaking up after the silence is broken by another prisoner’s scream.

“Say, ‘thank you’, pet.” His teeth are gritted now, his hold on you becoming painful.

“T-thank you, sir. I love it.” He leans down, plants a gentle kiss upon your scalp.

“Good boy. Strip for me.”

You oblige him, slowly taking the dressings he provided you and tossing them to the floor. He looks at you, fully exposed now, as if you were prey.

“You are a delicacy, you know that?” He is brutal, that is a given, but his tender moments balance the scales.

“Lay back for me, darling.”

How could you deny him? On the bed, he adjusts the cuffs on both your hands and ankles gently, careful not to tighten them too much.

“Is it alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

He takes your chin in his hand.

“I promise to be gentle, pet. I just want to make love to you.”

Kissing down your body now, finding his way to your pussy, he licks gently at first, then all at once attacks your clit, sending you into near shock. Your hips buck, he holds them down, feasting on you. Your hands, bound, have nothing to grab. Nails dig into your very palms as pain starts to mix into pleasure. You’re begging now, begging to cum, of course, he allows, flicking his tongue rapidly on your sensitive bud, raising his pupils to stare you down as your orgasm washes over you.

Him crawling over you, allowing your mind to register his presence above you; menacing and dominant. He leans in, forcing his hot breath to seep over the nape of your neck as he whispers in your ear.

“Gonna breed you, puppy. Gonna make you swell up with my bastards again and again and again until you’re fuckin’ useless. It’s all you’re good for, anyway.”

He pulls away, smugly, a smirk gracing his lips.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweet boy?”

Clouded with lust, knowing there is no other choice, you nod feverishly.

A soft kiss to your temple.

“Good slut.”

He thrusts unexpectedly into your hole unabashedly, a squeal escapes your throat involuntarily. His pace is fast and rough, unsteady like bursts of fireworks. The headboard bangs the wall threateningly.

“F-Fuck, baby boy, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Like a damn vice. Such a sweet fuckin’ cunt. So warm and wet.”

Your body fights the restraints, desperate to hold onto him, they do not budge. Steve continues inside you, adding his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, and whispering praises in your ear.

“Gonna be so pretty, baby. Oh, God. Hmm, fuck. Just like that, puppy. ‘M so close. Want you to cum right with me. Can you do that for me?”

You whine in response, and he understands, cumming deep in your fertile womb, filling you up.

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

Blissed out, he stays in you, waiting for the moment to pass, and when it does, he pulls a plug from the side table to fill the hole he no longer occupies. He pulls a pillow as well, propping up your hips and covering you with the blanket, but leaving you bound by your restraints.

Before leaving, he turns to you with a small, delighted smile.

“I’ll be back in a bit to try again, okay, pup?”

You smile right on back, accepting that maybe, just maybe, this is where you are meant to be.

[proserpina-magnus]

how about reggie with a s/o who has an oral fixation? <33

Absolutely! I literally love this prompt. Mwah. (Also, this is a bit short, sorry!!).

S/O With a Oral Fixation (Regulus Black)

Prompt: Reader sucks off Regulus in the library.

Reader: n/b

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: smut (oral, male receiving), finger sucking, risky sex (in public), “lovely, love, baby”, soft dom Regulus, oral fixation, and spelling mistakes.

Regulus didn’t know why, but it became pretty clear in the first few weeks of dating that you had an oral fixation. He wasn’t sure how this occurred and he wasn’t going to ask in case it was personal, but he always became weirdly worried whenever you always began to chew on your hoodie strings or fingernails.

He found it gross at first, he won’t lie. He always mumbled something like a “don’t do that,” or “take that out of your mouth,” he felt like he was watching over a little kid.

He didn’t want to indulge himself into letting you keep this bad habit, but before he realized it he was replacing your chewed up hoodie strings with his fingers. At first it wasn’t sexual, a simple replacement for the already abused strings and ridged fingernails.

Soon you had become reliant on his fingers, instead of reaching for your hoodie strings you would suck on his fingers. He noticed that half the time you didn’t even realize what you were doing or the way it was having an effect on him. And when his friends began to tease you about it, he snapped at them. Without realizing it, Regulus began to like whenever you seeked him out just to suck on his fingers.

“Baby don’t do that,” he scolded you quietly in the library, you looking up from your book pages not understanding what he meant. He gently took his fingers from your mouth and you puttered at the loss. “M’sorry,” you mumbled embarrassed, wiping your wet lips on your jumper sleeve.

Regulus sighed, rubbing your head gently as he cupped your face in his rough hand. “You can do that later, not right now. We’re in public love,” Regulus promised and you nodded. Your heart felt heavy and with the scolding he gave, you felt a need to suck on something. You ran your tongue across your teeth, sucking on them to try and soothe the urge but it wasn’t enough compared to his fingers.

You lost interest in your book, sighing while laying back in your chair as your eyes fixated on his fingers. You watched him turn the page of his potions book, your eyes following everytime they moved.

You had waited a good few minutes, making sure Regulus was deep in thought before you took his hand and slipped his fingers into your mouth again. Your eyes closed in relief, sighing out deeply as you were finally given something you wanted.

Regulus had snapped out of his daze once he felt his fingers in your mouth, his chin in his hand as he watched you suck on his fingers. You were really such a simple thing.

“I’ll tell you what,” he caught your attention, your eyes snapped open as you pulled his fingers from your mouth, rushing out an apology that he dismissed.

“I still have some work left to do, but if you really need to suck on something you can get on your knees and use my cock,” he offered plainly, and your heart thudded at his word. Your cheeks grew hot, mouth slightly opened as you tried to find an answer for his appeal.

“But- but we’re in public,” you whispered, he always scolded you for sucking on things in public, was this a test?

“I know, but my baby’s needs are a bit more important than mine,” he soothed, he took your elbow, directing you to the edge of your seat. He planted a long kiss against your lips, before pulling away. “Come on,” he whispered. You where completely loss for words or movement and Regulus laughed at your dumb state. He helped you to your knees, placing your hands on his belt.

“Lovely,” he caught your attention and you looked up, he smiled down at you and rubbed a hand through your hair. “Take off my belt,” he told you and you fumbled with the lock. He watched your shaky hands try to push the steel away from the hole, and he caught notice of your frustrated expression.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he comforted after he saw the tears well up. “I’ll help,” he clarified as you set your hands on his knees and waited eagerly. With ease he pulled the steel from the hole and unhooked his belt, he pulled the button from its hole and then zipped his trouser down. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him pull out his cock, lousily stroking the base. Your hands slapped his away, taking it in yours as you squeezed the flesh against your palm.

Regulus gave a look that you didn’t catch, he was about to pull you away for a punishment but he caught the sensitive look in your eyes and the way you whined like a dog, he decided you needed this a lot more than he thought. He was fascinated with the way your shaky bodied stilled as you took his cock in your mouth, your sigh making him flinch.

This was immediately better than his fingers, your mouth sucking hungrily for more of his length. Your tongue felt at home as you slid it around the underside, you could even pinpoint the thick veins. You paid no mind to the way your knees ached, your cheek resting on his thigh as your eyes slipped closed. This was exactly where you needed to be.

Regulus had to pull himself away from looking down at you, focusing on his book. You became deaf to any noise, not hearing the footsteps that passed by or the scratching off quills. Even with this risky task, you felt safe. You could almost fall asleep, mouth sucking against his hard skin. You didn’t even realize he was close to climax, completely numb to the idea that this also felt good for Regulus too.

You felt a hand through your hair start to gently rub against your scalp, Regulus whispering a gentle encouragement for you to open your eyes. You blinked, looking up with a mouth full of cock. “Hmm mmh,” you gurgled and Regulus nodded like he understood.

“I'm done baby, let’s go to my dorm,” he gently spoke and you squint your eyes confused, how long had it been? You felt his cock slip from your mouth and you grabbed it from his grasp, slipping it back in. Regulus gave a small chuckle and pulled you away while you gurgled and whined for it back.

“Reg I’m not done-“ you told him, drool slipping down your chin as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Reg I’m not done,” you repeated.

“Shh I know I know,” he shushed gently, rubbing your cheek to calm you down. He slipped his cock back into his trousers and you felt the urge to cry. “I’m telling you we’re going to my dorm,” he finalized once again, your hands going to pull his trouser back down to get his cock.

“No baby, that’s enough,” he whispered, taking your hands and pulling them away. He buckled his belt and you became frustrated. At this point you had begun to cry, tears slipping down your cheeks as you rubbed his thigh. “Please Reggie, I’ll be good, I’ll be really good, can I have your cock now?”

Regulus softened at your words, bringing you up as he sat you in your chair. He leaned close, rubbing your cheeks to wipe away the tears. “I know you’re being good, I just want to take this to my dorm-“ “can I have your cock then?” You cut him off, desperation leaking in your words.

Regulus kissed your forehead and rubbed the low of your back, “I’m not taking my cock away, okay? Please stop the waterworks and listen to what I’m going to say,” he whispered in your ear. You faltered, nodding as he pulled away. Even though you nodded, you began to talk over him once again. Regulus sighed as he grew angry, his thumb slipping into your mouth. You sucked on it without being told, nerves settling as you calmed down.

Once Regulus knew you were going to listen, he began to explain to you again. “You can't have my cock right now,” he started and he saw the flash of anxiety in your eyes and quickly explained himself.

“But, once we get to my dorm I’ll take out my cock and you can suck on it until dinner, you understand?” You nodded, taking his thumb out of your mouth.

You got up quickly, ready to sprint to his dorm but Regulus tugged you back and onto his lap. He firmly placed a hand on your stomach, keeping you from running.

“Lovely, what do you say when I give you something you want?” He whispered and you shuddered, you turned around kissing him quickly. “M’sorry, thank you for the opportunity sir,” you correct yourself.

Regulus let you get up, standing up behind you as he purposely pushed his hard cock against your thigh. You breathed in deeply, stomach whirling.

“Don’t forget your manners again, last time I let it slide today,” he warned, you nodded and Regulus placed a hand on your waist for a warning. “I understand sir,” you corrected yourself again.

“Go on, I’ll see you in my dorm,” he patted your ass and pushed you towards the library exit. Regulus chuckled as he heard you run down the hallway.

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[lyxzeun]

hi!! this is the first time im requesting, but can i get a kaeya, ayato, and childe cuddling hcs? i just think its rlly cute n romantic <3

i fell in your arms tonight. - arms tonite, mother mother

incorporated with : kaeya alberich, kamisato ayato, tartaglia

author's note . . . ofc <3 thank u for being the first requester <33

pairing : kaeya alberich x gn!reader, kamisato ayato x gn!reader, tartaglia x gn!reader (separate)

kaeya alberich : pavo ocellus

you don't need to initate it bc its automatic

yes kaeya's flirty and what about it? anyway pls dont pull away

he likes spooning, big one or not he doesn't really care. he just wants to touch you

when kaeya's the big one he likes to hold ur waist and kiss the back of your head

being the little one.. is weird, but comfy don't get me wrong

you just have to like 🧍‍♀️ and then hug him??

its hard to initate it but dw

spooning him is like this ; you hug the lower part of chest, and then your legs wrap around his waist.

maybe you could just nuzzle into his neck

kamisato ayato : cypressus custos

normally you guys wouldn't cuddle because he stays up late, but try convincing him

he likes to be cuddled.

ooh and he likes his head to be close to your chest since it gives him a specific sense of comfort and safety in your arms.

ayato tries to make up time since he's busy. but he'll always have a spot for you <3

whenever he DOES make up for lost time, ayato will cuddle you bc he wants to make it up to u (duh)

he's a bit of a tease but that doesn't stop you from cuddling him <3 <3

tartaglia : monoceros caeli

like kaeya, he's the one who typically initiates it

one thing though, he's the little spoon

he likes to bury his face into your chest, and hold your waist with both arms

he likes to say sweet whispers to you bc ur the most amazing person on the planet

he likes to plant small kisses on your neck

tartaglia likes to rub ur back while cuddling you since he wants you to feel comfy in some way <3

[silverdelirium]

I saw you open your requests yay

Can I request reader using a strap on draco

Only if your comfortable with it of course.

TOYS DON’T TALK | D.M

SUMMARY ➠ hc of punishing sub!draco after he claimed to have dominance over you in the bedroom

WARNINGS ➠ pegging, mommy kink, edging, degrading, handjob (kinda), bit of praise, light overstim

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.1k

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i think the first time it happens its when draco claimed to dom you in a truth or dare game session.

he was aware you were there, and he still choose to lie.

the expression he made when he connected eyes with you was almost comical, it took one raise of your brows for him to be squirming in his seat, head down in shame.

you could obviously sort of comprehend where the lie rooted from; draco malfoy was never going to admit that he liked to be taken care of— much less when it came to sex.

he was definitely lucky to find someone as understanding and caring as you, plus, you enjoyed it, you craved it as much as he did. it was a win-win situation.

but at last the game finishes, and as everyone heads to their respective dormitory or corner of the common room, your panties are absolutely drenched at the thought of getting to punish draco.

his own bulge proved to you that he had been thinking about this too.

the second you stood up, draco trailed after you like a lost puppy, not wanting to upset you any further.

oof and draco is trembling in his spot when you arrive at the bedroom, door locked and silencing charm casted as you begin undressing yourself, not acknowledging the blonde in the slightest

“mommy?” were his first words since fucking theo decided to ask him the question that had him getting a certified ticket to get punished.

you stood with only your undergarments now. “get fucking undressed and stop talking”

draco swallowed thickly, peeling off layer after layer of clothing, all while feeling your piercing gaze in his now bare body

his erection stood tall, almost proud with pre-cum leaking from the slit, his tip was a pinkish red, matching the tone of the apple of his cheeks as you sat him down on the bed

“you think that was funny?” your digits wrapped around his shaft, making him inhale unsteadily. “acting like a big boy when you’re nothing but a slut who can’t even get off without my help” your hand sped up around him, eye contact still intact as his bottom lip quivered

“i’m sorry mommy! please, i didn’t mean to” he mewled, eyes rolling into the back of his head when your thumb grazed his red and pulsating tip

he was close, you could tell by the way he continuously bucked his hips up as an attempt to fuck himself in your hand.

you ended up edging him four times that night, before you even thought of fucking him.

the boy got as far as fucking into your hand like a bitch in heat, enlarged cock begging and aching for relief.

it was obvious he was going to achieve an orgasm at some point of the night. he was usually good, he deserves it; plus, he’s spoilt and you both knew that.

the tall male who was always more than pleased to throw in snarky comments at whoever crossed his path was now trembling in your bed, completely sprawled out as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead that had started to damp with a thin layer of sweat

and that’s when the idea of fucking him stupid hits you.

you’ve both obviously talked about this before— establishing a safe word after discussing what type of things you would like to try out

you remembered now how with flushed cheeks and bright grey hues draco eagerly told you about pegging, confiding in you that it’s something he’s always fantasized about

lucky for him, a fairly big strap-on rested on the coffins of your drawers, a bottle of water base lubed laying next to it.

draco watched with a hazy mind and teary eyes how you waltzed to the bedside table, digging through it until a triumphant aha! puffed out of you.

his eyes widened as he realized what your plans were, yet his cock writhed and leaked with pre-cum at the mere thought

oh and you don’t even have to tell him anything because he strives to be your good boy and with a daring glare he’s on his hands and knees. for you

“good job, baby” you praised

“gonna fuck you so hard until all you can do is beg mommy for more, hm?” you cooed, planting your knees to the mattress and positioning yourself behind him, the toy right in line with his ring of muscles.

“yes mommy, want you inside me” he pleaded, a shaky moan tumbling from his mouth as you prepared him with lube.

it was utter heaven for draco as you entered him slowly, your eyes watching him like a hawk for any sense of hesitancy

but a roll of his hips backwards to try and fuck himself on the dildo was a clear sign of his contentment.

your pace was merciless from the start, leaving his brain to spiral down in a hole that was only you.

his blabbers and whimpers were pure music to your ears as you watched his arms wobble in a weak attempt to hold himself up.

“you stay fucking quiet and take it like a big boy”

he gulped harshly at your threat, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your body came forward, resting on his back as your fingertips caressed his cock.

your thrusts stayed unsympathetic, a faucet turning on in between your thighs at the sound of his strangled wails.

“you’re nothing but my little fuck toy, right?” you taunted, hand now wrapped around his shaft which twitched from time to time in your palm.

“say it!”

“i’m your— your fuck toy, mommy! nothing else” he sniffed, shutting his eyes tight, his orgasm right on the brink—

“hold it” you ordered, panting heavily and smirking sinisterly as he sobbed pleas out

a chuckle escaped you “i told you to stay quiet, toys don’t talk”

but draco could not hold on anymore, his orgasm washed over him like a thousand waves at once without warning, his thighs shook, his mouth stayed agape as you watched him with a hint of excitement and disappointment.

you still helped him ride his high out, slowing your hips as he tumbled down on the bed, limbs still spasming from the aftershocks of a mind blowing orgasm

you sat back on your heels, observing him as you sighed, reaching for your wand to summon a chair in the middle of the room

and he knew

he knew you were about to tie him down and overstimulate him until he begged you to stop.

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Concept art for a The Owl House-inspired open world RPG

Here's a bit of concept art for an Owl House-inspired open world RPG I've been cooking up in my free time.

I'm not ready to reveal a title or more detailed info although god knows I have a lot floating around inside of my brain. What I can say, however, is the Premise:

An undead scientist, attempting to build a teleporter, accidentally brings you, a human, into a grotesque but whimsical world of witches, centaurs, elves, dwarves, and demons- and where humans have been extinct for a thousand years. What starts as a simple quest to find a way home turns into an archipelago-trotting adventure with strange cults, otherworldly beings, dark secrets, and where all life on the planet is at stake.

So far I have been designing this game to have more of a focus on memorable characters and customization (read: dress-up) than strictly combat, which is something I have found lacking in other games. (I've realized I've been writing this sort of like a cartoon, so I'll lean into it and see where this goes. This means that yes, there will be a beach "episode". Tug on my balls one by one, Disney. I'm not sure how, but it will happen.)

I don't have any character/species concept art I am willing to show at the moment, because I'm currently redesigning the visual style of the game. Sorry! I'll share it soon, though.

Also, you get a grappling hook. So there's that.

Other general info:

Q) Does this take place in The Owl House universe? A) No. This is not an Owl House AU/Fan game. It's its own thing with its own rules and lore, but borrows heavily from the show. It might be helpful to this on this as like Vast Error and Homestuck.

Q) Is there actually a game being actively made? A) Yes! There's not much to see, though. It's still at the "Everything is a cube and a capsule" stage of development; I'm focusing on getting a solid foundation laid rather than making any visible progress, which is important for a large-scale game. I've made significant progress, though: I estimate I am about 75% done with the base gameplay elements and making it, you know, playable. For the technically inclined, I have done the following (from the perspective of someone familiar with the Skyrim Creation Kit): - Cell streaming (plugin) - Cross-cell persistence - Goal Orientated Action Planning for NPCs - Lua/Moonscript VM for programming AI and acting as the equivalent of Papyrus (Plugin/my own work) - Player like movement and stuff - Dialogue using the Yarn plugin - NPC inter-cell navigation (think exterior to interior. Very difficult.) - Granular world simulation using Unity's DOTS - Physical properties of items (Systems game stuff, like Breath of the Wild) - You can harvest plants! Holy shit - You can read books

Q) Can I play the game right now? A) Hell no. Not yet, anyway. I'll release an alpha demo at some point, though, which will include: - The Marrows (Right arm of island), the first of currently 8 Prefectures (Analogous to Skyrim's Holds), which itself contains 1 city, 3 towns, 4 regions (geographically distinct areas. Two of them are pictured in the art above) - 30 ish quests? - Representative gameplay - Introduction to the major characters and the antagonist (This world's Belos and Hunter)

Q) What kind of mood is this world going for? A) Mostly lighthearted with some serious moments.

Q) What other influences does this world have? A) Lots. - FLCL (Should be apparent in the combat) - The Elder Scrolls (duh) - Bloodborne - Amphibia - Hyper Light Drifter

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I can't promise I will be willing to answer them, though. But then again, I am always happy to blab on and on about the world that live inside my mind.



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vyn has a habit of talking to himself

you may be saying, "well duh, sam. he has a tape recorder and everything, of course he talks to himself."

and to you, my dear reader, i say yes of course, but i mean it in this way: because of his tape recording habit, he now finds himself talking out loud and sometimes engaging in conversations with himself.

sometimes it happens when he's watering his plants. he'll ask them how they're doing, right? and then he will go on a tangent of what he needs to get done. and since he lives alone, no one really stops him or notices this, so no one cares. his plants are quite content to listen to him tho.

but it’s kinda sad, if you think about it. vyn has daddy issues ahem, vyn and his father don’t get along great. spoilers but vyn is the son of a duke. that has to mean that his father was busy with his duties and that maybe vyn was left alone often. vyn probably had nannies and stuff but they wouldn’t talk to him much, especially bc of his interests. but they probably listened to his rambles, just to make him feel better.

and then when he came to stellis, he had to have realized that... he was alone. one of my personal headcanons for him is that he doesn’t do well with silence (re: playing music) so he has to have something for him in the background. sometimes its music, sometimes it’s his own voice humming along to an imaginary tune.

when he started doing his evals on himself, he really liked that the house had sound. so he started talking to himself. and that habit stuck.

it's happened once at the nxx office and marius was the one to see him. it went a lil something like this:

vyn: hm. this thing is not adding up. why is that?

vyn: well, let's look at the case, shall we vyn?

vyn: we shall.

marius has since never let the good doctor live it down.