#how dud he put it on? was it awkward?

[ohmyejun]

y'all so apparently they put a tail on my pookie wookie in the concept photos.

if yall cant see it....

i need to see the behind video for this photoshoot cause i have so many questions... first of all what possessed y'all to make my pookie wookie a furry?

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast crushing on the reader

+ gummigoo and princess loolilalu!! Hooray! i think i might have written something like this a long long long time ago buuuuuuuut with episode 2 out and more info on some characters, i decided to remake it... if i have written this before..!

Notes: reader is GN but post mainly focuses on the canon characters

CWs: none

CAINE

Very obvious, and he's not going to waste too much time flirting with you before he asks you out on a date. He gives you special attention compared to the other circus members and always checks in on you first. He's open to flirting, but he doesn't go overboard with it... he's got to keep it family friendly, you know! Boggles at you if you return the energy, before regaining himself and hitting right back with a line. Doesn't hold back any punches when trying to impress you, it hits its peak when he tries to ask you out. It can get... overwhelming...

POMNI

Poor girl. She's so awkward around you, she doesn't want you to think she's some loser. Even though she kind of is already/j. Tries to make conversation with you to get to know you better and to just spend time with you. She's... clumsy... in the sense that she stumbles over her own words and seems more on edge when you're around. You might even think you did something wrong to make her act so tense around you. Not at all confident when asking you out, actually you might be the one to ask her first just to get the tension done and over with. She tries her best not to seem rude or put off by you, she's just clamming up is all!

RAGATHA

Similar to Pomni she's a little awkward, but she keeps herself composed much easier. Yoinking the fact that she practices her words before talking to someone and using it here. She hypes herself up before knocking on your door to check in on you. Very attentive to you and your needs, she subconsciously puts your wants/needs above her own... call her out on that because there's going to come a point where it's going to come to her detriment. Makes you things every now and then, cannot accept anything in return but she will try. Asks you out when she feels the time is right, and even if you don't feel the same she tries to move on with the friendship as normal unless you want some space.

JAX

When he's crushing someone he's the type to tease them and lightly bully them. "But Admin, he already does that," You might say. And you wouldn't be wrong. I can see him leaning more into it, though. So if you notice him getting onto you more than he did before.. well you might just assume he's being a jerk. He thinks love is gross, as immature as it sounds. Cooties mentality, so he does what he can to try to smother those feelings. On top of that he hates the idea of being vulnerable, giving him all the more incentive to try to destroy those feelings. Oddly enough, he still tosses pickup lines your way if he notices it gets under your skin. Is it mean? Yes, but let's not forget that Jax IS mean...

KINGER

It's hard to tell when he's crushing on someone simply because he's so... Kinger. But some big signs to let you know that you're on his mind is him hovering around you more and more as time passes. He's already lost his wife and deeply scared that something is going to happen to you. Actually, that fear might push him to tell you how he feels fairly quickly. It's nearly suffocating, and he needs that peace of mind that he can at least tell you how he feels before anything hypothetically happens. Strikes up conversations whenever he can, a lot revolving around his own interests because that's what helps keep him grounded and in the present moment... but he wants to hear you talk to! A bit of a flirt, surprisingly, but he's very polite about it.

ZOOBLE

Its hard to read zooble sometimes, but they make it easy by being forward with you. They come forward when they realize they have feelings for you, and that said feelings aren't just a dud and won't pass easily. Very accepting on whatever you answer, but I can see them needing some space from you if you reject them. It doesn't mean the friendship is over, Zooble just needs time to get those feelings out. Similarly to Jax, they don't like being vulnerable like that. Unlike Jax, they want to get it done and over with sooner rather than later. Not a flirt, but they will become more... noticeably relaxed and open around you. At least by Zooble standards.

GANGLE

Shy.. and awkward... I know I keep saying the girls are awkward, but Gangle is going to give Pomni a run for her money with how much of a mess she becomes. Doodles you a lot, becomes more cagey about her sketchbooks and papers because of this. Follows along with whatever you suggest you two do for the day, and doesn't protest all that much because she wants to make you happy and perhaps even impress you. Definitely fantasizes about some fanfiction-esque scene that leads to the two of you ending up together... it's actually a little... pathetic... and it's unlikely to happen like that, and knowing a certain circus member.. cough cough Jax.. she's probably not going to get the chance to tell you herself on her terms...

LOO

Very straight forward and confident when asking you out, and she takes it with grace if you don't feel the same. Similar to Caine, she gives you special attention! She might even give you some special privileges in her kingdom... definitely gives you some pointers that she's developing some feelings for you. A great listener, wants to know just about everything about you and she's going to let you rant and ramble about anything you want. She responds too, by the way. She doesn't just listen, she keeps the conversation going. Leaves you gifts every now and then!

GUMMIGOO

If this is post... everything... and he was allowed to stay, having a crush on someone so soon actually distresses him a little bit. He's just learned that he's an NPC and everything he knew prior to... everything.. was fake.. it all feels too sudden. The stress translates into frustration, so you may fall under the impression that he's upset with you. He is.. but only a little, for making him feel like this. But a bulk of it is towards himself and his circumstances. If this were any other time or if he didn't have the knowledge he has now, he would be more open and even attempt to flirt and tease you. Sad stuff.

[oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse]

Instinct

Sebastian x f!reader

Summary - Anon request for “There are so many lust potion requests and I totally get it. but I'd love it switched up where mc is the one dose, and Sebastian is quick to know without being told. I can imagine only him being such a tease before offering to help also, you're doing great! keep it up”

Word Count - 1,550

Warnings - 18+ smut

You had known better than to take one of Garreth's concoctions, but this had to be the worst one yet. Usually, they just tasted pretty awful and didn't do too much else. This time, when you drank the potion you felt the warmth as it passed through your throat and all the way through your stomach.

You felt it lower than that. You bailed on the interaction entirely, waving him off by telling him it was just one of his usual duds. You retreated to the Slytherin common room and hope like hell that it was unoccupied so you could catch your breath for a moment.

You could feel the slick between your legs and clenched your thighs together during your walk. Your cheeks felt hot and your robe felt too heavy on your shoulders. What on earth was that potion supposed to do?

You flopped down onto one of the sofas, tossing your robe over the arm. You were hyperaware of where your uniform clung to your skin. The slight sweat you'd broken into was not helping at all. You were feeling needy in a way you had only ever felt in the comfort of your bed, imagining things with your fingers moving desperately between your own legs.

You thought about doing that here and now. The rational part of you was losing against the lust you were feeling. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to try and calm your feelings. After a few short minutes, you heard the door open and scrambled to make yourself decent, without your legs fully on display for whoever was entering. Fuck. You weren't sure how to feel about Sebastian being the face that greeted you as you patted the wrinkles from your skirt. He was often the face of your fantasies and you weren't so sure you were ready for him to know that.

His red cheeks smattered with freckles indicated he must have been searching for you after he watch you storm away from Garreth. He eyed you suspiciously having noticed you jump at his arrival.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? What was wrong with the potion?" He put a hand to your forehead, seeing your uneasy look, and was shocked to feel how hot you were.

"Whoa!" He took a seat beside you with no idea how your stomach churned from his proximity. He brushed your hair from your forehead and rested a hand on your knee as he leaned close to you, examining your eyes.

"Merlin, you feel warm. Should I take you to the hospital wing? If that bloody Weasley had anything in there that could hurt you, I swear —"

You cut him off, placing your hand over his you fought a moan as you seemed to notice every strong detail in the back of his hand.

"No! I mean, no," your voice felt entirely too loud, "I think that I'll be okay I just. I don't exactly feel right for the moment."

You shifted in your seat, unable to keep your eyes off him. The look of concern in his eyes was endearing and it made you want to tear his clothes off even more. You studied the way some of his freckles met the plush, pinkness of his lips.

His tie was twisted all wrong as usual, and his dress clothes sat awkward and wrinkled beneath his robes. His trousers weren't wrinkled at all. He was visibly not even aroused and yet they strained against his muscular thighs, pulled tight across his sack.

Your breathing had picked up and Sebastian had been speaking to you, but you had no idea what he had said. Suddenly the situation felt like too much. You had to get to your room and get rid of your clothes and get down to business with yourself.

You stood up abruptly, mumbling some half-assed apology before you made your escape, but you were caught by a strong hand around your wrist.

"Y/N," his voice was low and gentle now and it got your attention enough to think straight for a few moments.

"Sebastian, I have to go. We can speak later," you insisted, the whine in your voice apparent, but he wouldn't release his grip on you as you tugged against him.

He repeated your name and stood in front of you, eyes gazing upon you heavily. "So this is a problem that you must go to your room to solve?" He raised an eyebrow at your behavior, putting two and two together.

Your resolve was shot at this point, so you just admitted it to him. "Yes. I — I don't know what was in that potion, but I need to go and take care of myself." Your cheeks burned, you thought he would at least let you escape at this point to save you both the embarrassment.

The realization of what was bothering you dawned on him. He couldn't hide the smirk on his lips as he walked towards you to close the gap.

"So that's what you're feeling? That's why you're practically on fire? Is this fire...somewhere else as well?" He kept his eyes on you the entire time while gliding fingers across your abdomen and hovering at your hips. You couldn't control the way your body arched into his touch, making you gasp.

"Yes," you whispered. You felt like your body was about to explode and he didn't even know how badly you had ached for him even before this day.

He leaned close to your ear and dipped a bold hand into your waistband, "Maybe I can help put that fire out?"

The moan that escaped your lips was uncontrollable as his fingers went past your undergarments and brushed over your mound to make soft contact with your bundle of nerves. Your breathing was heavy now and you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"Sebastian we can't right here, if someone else comes in —"

"If someone else comes in we'll simply shoo them away, alright?"

"But I want more. I need more." Your words were desperate as he circled around your clit. He dipped his fingers lower to smear your juices around for a smoother experience.

A dark laugh fell from his lips, "I'll give you more if you come to me at a time you're not...under the influence, but I am kind enough to help you with the problem at hand. You're soaking wet, were you thinking of me?" He was smug now and every reaction from you just fueled that emotion in him.

He allowed you to prop your body against his as he used his thumb to find a steady rhythm on your clit and his fingers teased at your entrance.

"If you won't indulge me by answering, I might just have to stop. You need to use your words for me, darling."

You could barely think of any words with the way you felt your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. His fingers were slightly calloused and thick and they felt so good. You whined and grabbed at his robes when he threatened to pull away, so you did your best to form some responses.

"I think about you ah — all the time Sebastian. When I'm alone in my bed it's you that I really want."

Sebastian felt partly bad for taking advantage of your current state to pull such intimate confessions from you, but now he was really intrigued. And he couldn't wait for the effects of the potion to wear off so he could really see what you thought of him.

He thrust his fingers inside of you, curling them until he felt you stand on your tip-toes to meet him at the perfect spot. He could feel how tight you were and knew you would be cumming all over him soon. He used his other hand to press against your lower stomach and he placed wet kisses below your ear and on your neck, feeling you shudder with each other.

"Well, why don't you cum for me now, princess. There might be more for you later," he growled the last part into your ear and you could feel his breath against you. It was all too much and as he increased his speed with his fingers, thrusting into you more aggressively you fell apart against him.

You bucked your hips against him and buried your face against his chest to contain your cries of pleasure.

"You're such a good girl," he cooed, now raising a hand to pet the top of your head.

Your head felt much clearer now and the reality of what just happened sank in as you looked up at Sebastian. Of course, he had a plastered to his face. You flinched when he removed his hand from between your legs and he brought it up between the two of you. He stared you down before putting the fingers he'd had inside of you all of the way in his mouth, sucking them clean.

He wiped his own saliva on his robe and used his other hand to press your chin up and close the jaw you had opened in disbelief.

"Did that really just happen?"

"It did and I've got to say I wouldn't mind finding you in heat like that again."

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for 612 2024

This is long overdue, but it's been a bit of a rough week. Most of my activity on Tumblr this week has been from doctor's offices. Nothing really new or important to report there, just lots of doctor stuff.

While long overdue, I've mostly somehow been able to avoid spoilers. The only thing I've been spoiled on is what I kind of new was coming. Oh! And the plush! I know about the plush. Somehow in all the chaos though, my brain kinda didn't connect celebrating 612 with the idea there would be an upd8. Tells you how scatterbrained I've been.

So let's start with that news post.

Oh! James is going to be doing a stream? Cool! I hadn't heard of this. I wonder who with. I'll have to look that up next. James also goes into detail about revenue from the plush. From what I understand, this kind of deal is pretty common for when you supply a design/book/print but someone else does all the production work. Some never go beyond 10% unless you're doing a lot of business.

Looks like we've got apparel coming too! I bought a ton of shirts for 612 from one of the old retailers back in 2015. They are very beat up now. It would be nice to get some new ones.

It doesn't sound like the comic is self sustaining for this size team. I'm pretty sure James wouldn't carry through with his threat to actually put adds in Homestuck, but people deserve to be paid for the work they do.

Finally, this will be the first of two upd8s. Let's see what they have for us!

I think this is the first time we've seen the wings actually poof like that. Before, it was just outfit switches from God Robes to teen duds. We get a little reminder here of the increased age gap, as John has to stretch out the dad bod a bit.

Apparently, Immortals do still have to worry about aging and body degradation. Pretty lousy immortality . . .

Vriska ain't got time for that.

And I'm pretty sure Sollux doesn't have time for it either.

Nope! XD

Things still a bit awkward between John and Roxy. Can't expect things to be stable there yet. They may have had their heart to heart, but the war isn't giving them any time to reconnect. John is also trying to bury what he's feeling by just involving himself in another adventure. Hopefully Roxy will keep him from just getting caught up too much in Vriska's orbit. But I'm pretty sure Vriska won't be satisfied until all of the Candy Timeline revolves around her.

Suitably awesome with a frame break and everything.

So there's no chance this doesn't cross some kind of Universal barrier. The question is, what? The hour glass shape has a lot of people speculating that it's a time machine of some kind. But anything that allows you to cross from one Universe to another would inherently have built in time travel, since from your frame of reference one point in time is much the same as any. The question is, can this escape Calliope's black hole? I can't help but feel like that looks like a singularity there too.

Let me try and compile what I know about this thing.

It's called The Plot Point. Since Homestuck has always been about narrative manipulation, a device that directly impacts the narrative isn't just possible but already has precedence. In a story a Plot Point is something that greatly impacts the narrative. In a normal three act structure, plot points can be used to start or end acts, or in the middle of acts to mix things up or increase tension. They can even be used to change how the intended audience sees the story and its characters. There's basically no limit to what this thing might be intended to do and possibly no limit to what it can do.

This is supposedly the reason why everything got so extreme in the Candy Timeline, the reason why John and Vriska both feel this version of the Universe is fake, why a near full cast has congregated here, why Jane went from being a typical rich neo liberal to being an outright fascist, why Dave ended up fully ascending under such hilariously crazy circumstances. Whatever this thing can do, it's supposedly already doing something just sitting there.

3. While obviously this isn't the same device, it shares some traits with the device from Hiveswap. But they're obviously not the same. The previous device looks a little more ramshackle, more steam punk, where as this one looks more streamlined. In Hiveswap's device, the colors on the serpents are clear references to Calliope and Caliborn, who have dominion over the four Universes in Homestuck.

The colors on these serpents are different. They don't even share a color between their spirals. What they remind me of more are God Robes. Specifically, Roxy and Jade's robes. I think these represent . . .

Oh hell! I think a fan theory might have just been proven right!

Follow me here . . .

I think both of these serpent represent Calliope. The Black and White serpent represents Dead Tier Calliope. As Muse of Space, they have black and white for their God Robes. Additionally, they have been influencing the Meat Timeline through Jade's body. While Dirk may be trying to take full control of that narrative, it's technically Calliope's jurisdiction as now both Muse and Lord of the Alpha Timeline.

But why does the other serpent have Roxy's colors? Because our Calliope, our dear, sweet, fanfic writing Calliope, has been creating the stories of the Candy Timeline from Void. Somehow, through their deep connection with Roxy, Calliope has been manifesting their own narrative in the Candy Timeline. It may not even be this Calliope! It might actually be the Calliope in the Meat Timeline who stayed together with Roxy and grew closer to them. That Calliope is the one that was described as writing and drawing stories on their walls!

So what does this thing do? I think it can create any narrative Plot Point you want it to. I think it can steal the Void attribute of any idea, any character, any McGuffin you need it to! Need Gamzee back in the narrative? Bam! Gamzee's back! Want to bring Jane's dad back? Bam! Done! Need another life ring for dead trolls, or just a story that will eventually result in all the Homestuck trolls coming back to life in full? You got it! Want to write a peaceful resolution and dénouement to the war? Easy peasy!

Who the fuck's idea was it to put Vriska in the same room as that thing!

[nobedofroses]

Day 26: Best Friend’s Dad

pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x fem!reader

warnings: age gap with older!Jack (21ish and 41ish), alcohol consumption, scraped knee, allusion to cunnilingus

words: 2k

a/n: caring cowboy :) also this is so horny alskdjfas

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Lana, your roommate last year in the junior dorms, had told you her dad was young. She had explained how her mom and dad had had a one night stand when they were 20 (in college themselves) and she had been the result. And how he had been around for her growing up until she was about 15, when he started traveling all the time for work so she only got to see him about once a month. But they still had a good relationship, and her parents didn’t have the history of a messy divorce to make things awkward. They weren’t together just because neither of them had been very interested in a relationship with each other. 

So you knew he was 42, worked in some boring sales company that made him travel a lot, and from Texas. You filed that information somewhere in your brain, but hadn’t thought much about it; everyone has different families. 

Now you were shocked to realize that the man sitting at the bar beside you was Lana’s father. Especially because he was hot, so hot. So hot you were kinda wet. 

It started an hour and a half ago, when you had walked into a random bar in Austin, seeking shelter from the humidity that had finally turned to rain. You were just going to have one drink and nurse it until you could see the rain stop. 

The bar was nearly full, so when you had seen an empty stool at the far corner of the countertop, you rushed over and set your purse down. Then you turned to the occupant of the adjacent stool to ask if the seat was occupied. The man turned to you, as if sensing your hesitance. Your eyes registered his body first, broad shoulders, slight soft tummy, firm chest, all wrapped up in cowboy duds. Sliding your gaze up to his face, your chest flushed with heat when you realized he had just seen you checking him out. 

You wanted to look away, avert your eyes out of embarrassment, but he was too handsome to do it. He had these warm brown eyes that twinkled with amusement, no doubt at your expense. And a strong nose that curved downward and made you think of things you shouldn’t be thinking about a perfect stranger. His lips were plush and framed on top by a mustache that also led your mind places. Without realizing, you bit your lip a little and frowned. 

He noticed, and smiled slyly, “Can I help you, miss?” 

Your eyes flew up to his and you stumbled over your words, “I-I just wanted– I was just wondering— is this chair free?” 

His smile widened and he grabbed the back of the stool to pull it out for you, “Sure, sugar, take a seat.” 

You were barely sat down when he extended his hand out to you, “My name’s Jack, and you are?” 

After you introduced yourself, he called over the bartender, who came over immediately, and you ordered your drink, which Jack said to put on his tab. 

“So what brings you here, sugar? As you can see, this bar doesn’t get a lot of traffic from your generation,” he gestured around the bar, and as you looked, you saw he was right. You were the youngest person in the bar by at least ten years. 

From there, conversation flowed easily. You explained escaping the rain and that you were in Austin for a conference in your career field (failing to mention that you weren’t yet graduated and attending to find future internship possibilities). That led him to ask you about where you were from and then whether you had always lived there or had gone to school at the university there. You agreed to the latter and that prompted Jack to mention that his daughter was currently attending the same university. That made you wonder if you could possibly know her and thought asking her year would be good proof that you didn’t. Surely a man his age could only have a freshman daughter. But then he said she was just about to start her senior year. Just like you. Against your better judgment, you asked her name, and your stomach dropped preemptively, like you knew what he was going to say. 

“Lana. You don’t… know her, do you?” his casual terms of endearment were obviously missing from the question. 

If it was any other name, you could convince yourself and Jack that you didn’t. But there were only so many Lanas in the world.

“I was her roommate this past year…” your voice got quiet and you looked at him carefully, wondering what his reaction would be. The conversation leading up to this had been very flirty and touchy. Way flirtier and touchier than you should be with one of your best friend’s dads. 

Several seconds went by before he responded, “... oh… well, I guess now I know what you look like since you were always busy when I visited Lana.” 

“Yeah, I worked a lot last year, to save up.” 

Another few moments passed before either of you spoke again. 

“Well, hey, why don’t we, uh, take a picture together so we can show Lannie. She’ll think that’s funny, huh, s-sugar?” Jack was trying to make his way out of an awkward situation, and you decided you’d better go along with it. 

“Yeah, sure! Here, we can use my phone,” you pulled out your phone and opened the camera. 

To get both of you in frame, you had to turn your back towards Jack and lean back a bit. Jack, thinking the same, leaned forward at the same time, and suddenly your back was pressed against his warm chest. It would’ve been too awkward to move now, so you both just stayed in place for the pictures. But it was hard to smile genuinely with Jack’s warm breath brushing over your neck and his breathing moving you slightly as his chest went up and down. 

You cleared your throat and said, “smile!” as you snapped a couple selfies. Part of you didn’t want to move away, but you did, tucking your phone away in your pocket. You’d send the pictures later, when you could think more clearly. 

Abruptly, you turned back to Jack and told him, “I should get back to my hotel. The rain isn’t going to let up and it’s getting late.” 

Jack stood and reached into his back pocket, the motion catching your eye and making you appreciate his body all over again. He took out his wallet and tossed a few large bills on the bar counter. Then he looked at you, “I’ll come with you, I can’t let you go around in an unknown city alone in the dark.” 

That was the one thing that Jack could have said to you to make it impossible for you to say no to his joining you. You were grateful to him that you didn’t have to. 

“Okay, yeah,” you agreed and the two of you walked over to the entry area, grabbing your coats as you called a rideshare. Once outside, you were going to wait under the eaves since the car was only a minute away. But you weren’t looking where you were going and tripped over a little ledge and went down. 

You landed on your left knee first and then both of your hands, and then your ass as you twisted away from the pain already spiking in your knee. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed loudly, but it quickly turned into a whimper as the pain caught up with you. Your eyes filled with tears and you heard a sympathetic sound from above. 

“Oh, sugar, you poor thing. Here, let me help you up,” Jack grabbed your left upper arm and put another hand on your waist, lifting you up gently. As soon as you were on your feet, you favored your left knee. Jack looked down to see if he could spot any damage, but you were wearing tights. “We’d better get you back quickly and then I can check you out to make sure there’s no real damage.” 

You didn’t even want to protest; Jack was so strong and sure and comforting to you in this moment. He had his arm around your waist to support you, letting you lean on him so you didn’t have to put any weight on your left leg. 

“Th-that’s the car,” you gestured to the silver car coming down the block. Your voice was a little shaky and Jack looked over at you. 

He hummed and his free hand reached up, stroking your cheek gently to wipe away the one tear that had fallen. You wanted to lean into his touch, but then the car was in front of you and he was helping you in it. 

Fifteen minutes later, after a little pity party for yourself leaning against Jack’s shoulder, you were at the hotel. Again, he helped you, first out of the car and then into the hotel and up to your room. You let yourself take comfort in his strength, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. 

Jack took you over to the bed, which was made (thank you, housekeeping), and had you sit down on the edge. He kneeled down below you, and despite yourself, your breathing picked up. You could feel his breath on your knees, the warmth of his body near your legs. His hands trailed over the skin around your knee, trying to see how bad it was, but he still couldn’t. 

“Alright, darlin’, we need to get these tights off. I think they’re a lost cause,” he smiled up at you in apology. His smile was very charming. 

You nodded and he started unbuckling the little clasps on your shoes, easing them off and setting them aside. Meanwhile, you were trying to hike up your skirt and get the waistband of your tights down without flashing him. It was awkward for a moment, you couldn’t get a good grip, and then Jack’s hands smoothed up your thighs. 

“Here, sweetheart, let me. Don’t want you to hurt yourself accidentally,” he told you, and you knew that you should say no. That you should tell him to leave, really. You were an adult, you didn’t need someone, especially your best friend’s father, to help you with what was surely just a scraped knee. 

But letting him take care of you like this, seeing him below you on his knees, it was intoxicating. You couldn’t tell him to stop, so you just nodded and let his hand reach higher, under your skirt, and then he was slowly slipping off your tights. 

You couldn’t ignore how absolutely erotic it felt, and when your marred skin was revealed, you weren’t sure whether your moan was of pain or pleasure. Jack shifted below you, but didn’t say anything, hands coming to your left leg to check your little injury. And it was little, Jack told you, just a scraped knee that would probably bruise up but was unlikely to swell too much or hurt past the morning. 

“Especially if you take some ibuprofen,” he finished up, looking around, ready to get up and grab it when you told him where it was. 

Grimacing a little, you shook your head, “I-I don’t have any.” 

Jack’s face turned stern and he tutted. Unconsciously, you whined a little bit, and Jack knew it wasn’t from the pain. He knew you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t, that you were too young for him, and were friends with his daughter. But he also knew that he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Well, sweetheart, I guess I’ll just have to kiss it better instead.” 

You gasped as his lips brushed the lightest of kisses just next to the broken skin, where you were already starting to bruise. But as his lips trailed higher and higher, his shoulders pushed your thighs apart, and his head disappeared under the hem of your flowy skirt, all you could do was moan.

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[ducktracy]

I'm not sure if you've been asked this before but: Your thoughts on Duck Amuck vs Rabbit Rampage? Both have a very similar premise and I was just wondering which one you think works better.

DUCK AMUCK ALL THE WAY! i have my obvious biases of course… but i do very earnestly think that Duck Amuck is a much more superior cartoon and works better in every way. i admittedly think Rabbit Rampage is one of Chuck’s worst cartoons, but this is somewhat a compliment in itself because if that’s what a dud looks like for him? then you’re doing something right.

Jones’ Bugs is not sustainable for the cartoon, whereas the premise works perfectly with Daffy. (it helps that the initial concept was tailored TO Daffy and his needs.) i could see RR working better if it was the more reactionary Bugs of Bob Clampett’s or Friz Freleng’s, but instead the whole short feels very awkward in that Jones’ Bugs is trying to be something he’s not. i was initially happy to see his Bugs get with mad, because i love the thin-skinned Bugs of yesteryear, but after awhile kept asking myself when it would end and came out feeling annoyed rather than impressed. Bugs wouldn’t let that fly. he’d put a stop to it after a minute, whether that’s taking care of the source problem or just disengaging entirely.

Duck Amuck works so well because Daffy is one of the most versatile fictional characters ever created. he is incredibly adaptable, and the crux of the cartoon is all ABOUT adaptation—how can Daffy (or Bugs) still be seen as themselves when they’re being forced away from their core identities? how does Daffy as a four-legged, flower headed, flag toting amalgam still manage to read as Daffy first and foremost?

Daffy’s outbursts (or disarmingly polite concessions) work because they feel so genuine. he’s a reactive, emotional, responsive creature of impulse. likewise, there is an overwhelming sympathy in Amuck not present in RR. Daffy isn’t asking for the hijinks to stop entirely (at least, not early on)—he just wants something he can work in. he’s willing to adapt! can’t be one of the Three Musketeers? you’re doing a farm scene instead? fine. it’s not ideal, but he’ll do it.

it also helps that Daffy has such a natural extroversion. interaction with the audience is a core part of his character and has been since the very beginning. when Bugs talks to the audience, it’s funny, but you don’t feel like you’re on the same footing as you are with Daffy. Bugs will give you the time of day to crack a punchline or dubious expression at you, but is largely invested in himself. Daffy is one of the only characters who can talk, show off, confess to, and bargain with the audience and have it feel totally natural. i always like to default to this clip as an example. nothing of it feels forced or pedantic, it doesn’t feel like a “special privilege” or just a narrative device that he’s taking time out of his day to talk to us—how lucky are we! it’s just an instinct.

as a result, with both cartoons having the characters converse to an entity off screen that simulates the illusion of them talking to the audience, Daffy feels natural in this regard. it feels stilted and odd for Bugs to do the same. there isn’t that same exact friendliness or organicism that’s present with Daffy.

also, the ending for both: Elmer is the one causing Bugs all of this turmoil????? really?????? this complete rube of a man whose soul has been shattered multiple times by Bugs, even/especially in the face of deadly weapons? having Bugs as the animator in Amuck makes perfect sense. like. of course it would be him. who else? who else barely has to lift a finger for Daffy to be crushed by his own impulses? the reveal in RR just feels totally lame

regardless, i will give RR this: it is animated ENTIRELY by Benny Washam and nobody else, which is an incredible feat in and of itself. Washam draws some particularly appealing Bugses, so there is a lot of eye candy to be had. regardless, it just does not work for Bugs at all. i know i have my biases (Daffy will forever be my favorite fictional character and i personally am not a fan of Jones’ later Bugs), but i do just believe that the two don’t even compare, Duck Amuck all the way!

[popcornforone]

Impulsive

A Nico (House Comes With A Bird) Fan Fic

I have been very impulsive really with doing stuff. It’s not like me & I was trying to think which Pedro character that could work with & then I remembered Nico… we know little about him… he seems Romantic but also if he decides on something he does it first & then asks questions later, so I picked him

Synopsis: Your not happy that Nico has made some big decisions that you didn’t agree on but how can you ever stay angry at a man with those eyes.

Word count 1500

Warnings: Do not read if under 18. Mentions of sex, anger, venting, make up sex, impulsive behaviour, angst. A small amount of swearing.not listening.

I tried to write this gender natural again, so I hope I did it okay.

As always that’s for the read peoples. All fees back is welcome.

You’re angry, very angry. Your other half Nico has just assumed your happy to not just move in with him to see if your relationship can withstand being in the same house as him all the time, but he’s automatically, being the confident self assured impulsive man he is, has put both his house & your apartment on the market without even consulting you.

Most people would jump for joy when their partner after 9 months asks them to move in. But he’s rash & he’s impulsive & he’s just gone straight to the estate agents & put your own property on the market without you knowing. It was awkward walking into your apartment while as the estate agent is busy taking photos without your knowledge.

You shouted at Nico once they had left. His self confidence & charm drew you to him at the bar that night. You were desperate to feel any man at all, if you were honest but the one who stayed & didn’t just up & leave once the deed was done was a novelty to you. Him staying around & him waiting on your every word, had you pining for more & more. & suddenly the stay overs became regular, along with the dates & now the occasional weekend away. He really is your perfect man. Except for his impulsive nature which pisses you off 30% of the time. Sometimes it’s just not needed.

Since that day you’ve seen Nico once, for dinner & then sex afterwards, which neither of you put that much effort into, it wasn’t even make up sex, it was just because you both thought you should but neither of you felt a thing. He, in one Impulsive move, as extinguished your fire & passion for him. You still talk & you still really want to be with him, but you need him to realise that this impulsive behaviour, does sometimes go a little bit too far.

You know he’s been house viewing today. He did ask you to come with him on the phone last night but you said at such short notice you couldn’t get the time off work, but you would be interested to see what he likes at a second & third viewing, trying desperately to show to him that things can take time & they don’t have to always be right here right now snap decisions. But you know full well that whoever is showing Nico around whatever house it is will be under his charm straight away. It worked with you after all & you feel a little jealous that someone else will experience this.

The day passes at work, not one voice mail or text or message to say how the viewing went or how did he feel about each of the properties. Nothing, nothing at all. You send him a couple of standard slightly angry partner messages to him to show you’re still not happy but you know why he did that messages, across the day. You sit there waiting for a reply but it just says delivered & then read.

When you get in your car to drive home from work to your little apartment, it comes up with 4 voice mails, all in the last 25 minutes. You don’t even hesitate. You put the aux cable on to listen to them through your car while on your drive back.

Message 1

Babes, house 1 & 2 are duds, there’s no point putting an offer on either of them. I’m still going to go to house 3 so I will send you the details on them so we can talk later. Love you x

Message 2

Do you want a pet bird? I’ve just got here & they have said the bird has to stay with the house, which is weird? Let me know when you get this babes xx

Message 3

I’ve just walked around this house my love & just imagined all the different scenarios we could have here, from having the iced water, to the large fire for making love in front of in the winter & the pool outside, which yes I dipped me toes in & it was freezing, but it just felt right

Fire & water have to coexist so they appreciate the earth.

That’s a bad analogy I know

0kay, please just call me when you’ve got this, I…. I miss your voice

Message 4

Did I do something else to piss you off? your not responding to my messages like you usually do? Oooh it’s Wednesday tho isn’t it… I’ll buy you some wine.

Those are Nicos 4 message. You listen to them intently as you drive home & go to reply when he sends a voice note. “Can I come over?” Is all it says to which you reply of “course my love” knowing you’re only 5mins out. Which then makes you freak out a few mins later when you pull up & see his car always parked outside. He was already here waiting for you before you had said yes.

Nico is waiting outside your apartment door. You know he has access to the spare key in the box, that’s how the estate agents got in, but he hasn’t. He’s got flowers & wine in his hand & a shy apologetic look on his face. You are trying to keep your guard up so he knows you still feel hurt, but with those big brown eyes looking so soft & sad, it’s impossible to not forgive him. That’s why you’ve avoided him, because you know you will instantly let him off the hook for what he did.

“Sorry” he says shyly, the impulsive charmer has gone. Standing in front of you is a sorry boy “say it again Nico” you say as you put your keys in the door & open it. He takes your hand with his spare & leans into your neck from behind & whispers “I’m so sorry, I just got carried away” the smile on your face is huge, playing hard ball has made him all apologetic. Once you are both the other side of the door & it is locked, dinner for the two of you isn’t even considered. The flowers & bottle of wine placed on the table as you take Nico to the bedroom to reignite his impulsive fire.

Your moaning from his charm & passion would make your neighbour feel jealous. Every trace across your body with his long fingers, makes you want more. The way you rock in unison as he takes care of both your needs. His fluffy hair slowly sticking to his face from sweat, & yet he makes sure that yours isn’t covering your face so he can look into your eyes as the desire grows. He wants this. He needs this & he knows that with each thrust between you before you both climax makes you both fall for each other even more. He’s needy & you want it all. The passion, the desire, the lust. He just makes all these emotions over flow inside you & at your most intimate & sensitive moments together, makes you forget that there is a world outside of your bedroom walls.

While you lay in the afterglow & pepper Nicos neck with kisses, apologising to him as well for being angry, he shows you house number 3. It’s perfect but a little large. “Do we need all that space baby” you coo & beam a grin back to his face. “I think we do, I’d like this to be our forever home” this startles you a little but makes your butterflies flutter inside you. “A forever home?” “Well I wanted to say that earlier but thought it would be a little too impulsive after everything that we discussed the other day, I didn’t want to put you in another bad mood” his large hand traces over your shoulder “so what do you say my love, would you like this to be our forever?” Yous lips answer for you, as they collide with his & you pull him back in close. “Never change baby, Keep being impulsive, just let me know major things, when you think of them” he kisses you back & his hand trails down your body “deal baby, but sex doesn’t count as a big decision right?” He winks before he starts to engage in round two. Both your fires reignited, your passion & love for each other alive, & your impulses being taken care of.

[sonicasura]

TF/M+R: Wrecker's Little Girl

A set of headcanons involving Wheeljack adopting Kanya from Mario + Rabbids from this post here. Enjoy!

Kanya

Species: Rabbid, Spark Hunter variety

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Occupation: Inventor/Wrecker

A Rabbid who literally crashed into Wheeljack's life after the events of Last Spark Hunter. He took her in and nursed her back to health. Kanya is still arrogant, manic and a bit mean but mellows into a nicer individual thanks to Wheeljack. She only shows kindness to those who she likes. Has therapy companions in the form of a dud Bob-omb named Bub and a Chain Chomp known as Nippy. (Wheeljack still doesn't know how she got em but let's them stay.)

-Daddy's little feral princess. Kanya is often spoiled by the Autobot with her own workshop, testing ground and all sorts of stuff like plushies. Even has a homemade star shaped stim toy she can bite when nervous.

- Often fights in a mech suit but her main weapon is a remote control yo-yo called the Ring O' Bomber. This item rolls around an explosive that becomes active once detached the string and has a 10 meter radius to move alongside a 10 second timer before detonating. A new bomb regrows in 10 seconds after detachment.

-Loves terrorizing calm leader types and grumps. Doesn't get much jollies with skittish people though since they're too easy to spook. TFP Ratchet is terrified of Kanya and she vows to break TFP Optimus Prime's calm persona. Ultra Magnus was a fun challenge.

-Absolutely kidnapped Breakdown from MECH just because she wants to know his beef with 'uncle Bulkhead'. He'd endured the most awkward tea party until Wheeljack had to let the Decepticon go after realizing what Kanya did. Breakdown will take that than vivisection from the MECH documents said Rabbid stole. (Prime only.)

-Don't put any fingers in Kanya's biting range. Many Cybertronians nearly lost a servo for doing so, Autobots and Decepticons. A much bigger menace to the latter since they don't learn. (G1)

Wheeljack

Species: Cybertronian, Autobot faction

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Inventor/Demolition Expert/Wrecker

Kanya's foster father who cared for her since she crashed into his life. A fun loving inventor that tries to steer his Rabbid daughter to use her chaotic skills for something better than world domination. (He managed to get her to become neutral!) Be careful when visiting his workshop though. Wheeljack's inventions still have a tendency to explode! Even moreso with his daughter now around.

-Likes to spoil Kanya whenever he can. The Autobot figures some positive reinforcement will help with her mental issues. Especially after hearing about the Rabbid's origins. It works since she didn't bite him on the second week of recovery.

- Need to explain an invention or plan? Wheeljack usually lets Kanya go over it with the group and adds commentary when needed. It makes her happy so why not?

-Spray bottle. He always carry one as Kanya has a habit of 'overloading'. A nice spritz snaps her outta an episode and he can care for her accordingly. Only Wheeljack is allowed to handle Kanya during this period. He has made it an established rule for everyone's safety.

-'Get out of jail free card.' There have been MANY times he had to rescue someone solicited to his daughter's "tea parties". Autobots, Decepticons, etc. He casually warned Team Prime about it. They didn't believe him until Wheeljack gave footage of Breakdown's party. (Prime)

-Only person who can pick up Kanya without getting bitten. He always gives someone warning to watch their servos around his Rabbid daughter. Do they listen? NO. Wheeljack just pats a smug Kanya on the head afterwards. (G1)

That's it for now! Until next time folks, transform and roll out!

[starryeyedadmirer]

“No fucking way. No… none of this is real.” Armani thought to himself. “There’s no way that could be— this isn’t happening. How is it— what?”

There he laid, in the murky darkness of his bedroom — in total disbelief — refusing to take a second glance at the positive pregnancy test sat on his nightstand. How could he possibly be pregnant? How did one meaningless night with a college footballer come to this?

“I thought we were safe… that I was safe. He told me that everything would be fine.”

Armani made sure to use a good condom — a new one, from the roll that his father had given him on his birthday — and to watch as his partner put it on. It was his very first time, and he was vigilant. Sure, the rubber was a bit big, but the jock knew how to keep it from slipping off… Armani saw it with his own two eyes. His mother spent hours teaching him how to spot any sort of funny business, to avoid situations like this. What didn’t he see? How could it have failed him?

“It’s just a cruel joke. I know better than this. Someone’s fucking with me. These are duds! These have to be duds… but, they’re new.”

There he laid, in the murky darkness of his bedroom — completely numb — sinking down into his mattress, as vivid reminders of the night came rushing back into his mind. The butterflies fluttering deep within his gut; all of the awkward whispers, and words of filth; the hot, wet feeling burning in his hips… still fresh in his memory.

“Fuck.” He sighed. “What am I gonna do?”

[curiositydooropened]

Cheers to lovely happy moods and writing motivation! 🍻

Now, for some Steve headcannons:

When he can’t sleep, when it’s a great day outside, or when he’s bored, he loves driving around back roads and listening to music (he also loves doing this with friends and just decompressing)

He may be portrayed as a dud in the last two seasons, but once he finds his person/someone more flustered than him, that “King Steve” comfidence/charm comes out

He’s always taking care of those around him, so I just know he loves to be a sub; however, when he’s had a really tough day, he will absolutely manhandle you

Will act all macho when first getting to know you, but will 10000% make you kill the spiders later on

Doesn’t like being alone, so even if he’s not in the same room as you, he finds comfort in knowing you’re in the house if he needs you

Aaaaand Eddie:

Absolute toilet humor; will dutch oven you and maniacally laugh

Gets excited about you wanting to learn guitar but is absolutely anal about how you handle his “sweetheart”

Loves reading fantasy/horror to you or reading the same book and chatting about it

Absolute dom energy once he gets past his awkward phase

May put on a cocky façade, but he gets insecure about what people say about him and you constantly reassure him that he’s perfect as is

As for what I’m proud of… hmm. I would say the fact that I started Pilates almost 2 months ago and I’ve stuck with it! I had my daughter almost two years ago and have been suffering with back pain after my c-section and my body whole body feels SO much better and less stiff. Working out in a gym would cause me to literally cry from pain, and this has caused me to cry because I can work out with no pain at all!

Now tell me what hcs you have and what you’re proud of!

Yes, yes, YES, ABSOLUTELY to all of this. I concur a thousand percent to it all, and I'm obsessed. Well, except with Steve making me kill the spiders (don't get me wrong, it's accurate) because I'm also terrified. So it might just be a watch the house burn down kind of situation. 😂

And ahhhhhhhh! I'm so so so proud of you for sticking with it and taking care of yourself and your body's needs and for making yourself feel good!!!!! That's so amazing, and I'm so happy for you!!!

OMG My headcanons okay so...

Steve

is for sure a worshipper, like you said, he takes good care. I'm talking calf massages, I'm talking having stir fry made when you get home, I'm talking bubble bath made to the perfect temperature

loves camping because he didn't get to do it as a kid. Not really. He camped in cabins or at luxury chalets but never in a sleeping bag in a tent on the cold hard ground, and he lives for it

although the nighttime sounds of the woods aren't ideal, and the first night out, he promptly packs up the sleeping bag and hauls you back to the backseat of his car because steel is safer than canvas

is a flirt. Like makes everyone blush, even Robin sometimes, despite her eye roll, cuz the shit he says is smooth

Eddie

is a menace. Absolute chaos demon. Keep lighters away from him because he will burn a rogue napkin and not care enough to stamp it out properly

spent a holiday season as one of those donation takers for the Salvation Army, out in front of Bradley's. (a favor for Wayne) But it only lasted a few hours before he was fired for chasing people down for their cash

gets freaky, I've got to be honest. This boy loves a costume. Wearing one, seeing you in one, doing voices, it's all on the table.

And I'm proud of myself because I stayed up really late last night reformating my resume and writing a cover letter to a dream job. And then I applied. And fingers crossed I get even an interview, but if I don't, I'm really proud of myself for putting the work in and getting my name out there. In the past, I would have been too insecure to even try. But now I'm confident in myself and my abilities, and if I don't get an interview, they really don't know what kind of gem they're missing. 💎🥰

Thanks so much for this, love!!!!! xo xo

[fairyhaven13]

@rainboopz has been making some AWESOME Krystal/Kursed art lately, which you should all go look at! It made me remember my own Starfox OC and how little I’ve actually developed her at all. So, I wanted to revamp her while the inspiration kicked in. She didn’t even have a name before. (It’s pronounced Terra) I really like how this came out! I’ll put some more information about her story under the cut.

When I made this OC, I wanted her to be in Starwolf, but that’s pretty much all I figured. Originally I was going to pair her with Leon, but I just... really like Wolf. So, I went with that instead. I named her Ptera Chiro because Chiroptera is the scientific order bats are in. This goes with the general naming scheme in the games, like Fox and Panther and Leon (chameleon), etc. But, I didn’t want to just name her Batty or something like that, so.

Just like most of my other OCs, she’s--you guessed it--someone from our world. Yayyy! Ptera was walking home one day and found a weird looking, hexagonal puddle on the ground. When she poked it, it fused itself to her arm and dragged her through a hole. This was a puddle of Aparoid matter, and the hole was the hexagonal thing the Aparoids use to teleport in the games. Haven’t worked out how it got to her universe yet. Maybe its hexagon portal glitched out when all the Aparoids died.

Because Slippy’s family virus killer made the Aparoids inert, it doesn’t actively infect Ptera. It just binds to her arm. (hence why her sleeve totally covers that arm in the picture) She lands in the middle of the Starwolf gang while they’re doing an illegal deal and everyone’s like WTF, and they take her thinking she was eavesdropping or something. Then they realize what’s on her arm, and, well, they can’t exactly let her go now that she knows where they were and what they were doing, so they decide to work on stabilizing the Aparoid gunk so it doesn’t take Ptera over and kill them all. In doing so, they discover the matter gives her some neat abilities that make her useful for their jobs, and she becomes part of the team.

Ptera is a loud, awkward, very unskilled nerd. The outfit she came in got ripped up by her new wings and it sucked anyway, so the gang works together to get her some non-ugly duds. Panther bonds with her first, accepting her awkwardness with casual flirting and helping her be confident. Wolf teaches her ballistic defense so she doesn’t shoot her own eye out and Leon teaches her balance and martial defense because, as much fun as it is to laugh at her, if she gets him killed then everyone will be laughing at him.

Wolf and Leon intimidate her at first. But, she has a ton of fun blowing things up and laughing at chaos, which helps her befriend Leon. Wolf finds her nerdy chattering and stumbling both annoying and charming, and tolerates it with a halfhearted glare. She’s very eager to please and grins so wide when he tells her she did a good job, but doesn’t hesitate to put her foot down when he pushes it. Panther thinks she’s going to get shot the first time she yells at him to stop berating her, but instead Wolf laughs and ruffles her hair. It helps break the ice, and eventually turn into something more. She likes dancing to silly music with Panther, rambling with Leon about knives and what organs to stab them into, and watching sports games and crime shows with Wolf while he explains the details to her. While she’s not the most talented of the bunch, she’s just as eager to cause destruction, and so over time they’re glad to have someone so enthusiastic to hang out with.

[percontaion-points]

Packless chapters 5 & 6

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Chapter 5

“You sure you’re a wolf, Vail Chance?” When I glanced up, there was a cruel edge to his smirk. “I think maybe you’ve wandered onto the wrong mountain.”

You know it’s bad when the other wolves are like “Dafaq are you even here?”

“You smell like… nothing, Vail Chance.”

She should smell like something. Nothing smells like “nothing”. 

As the opposite of his name, and gazing at me like I was the furthest thing from a homeless, unwanted dud.

Chapter 5 summary: One of the guys goes around and starts scenting the girls. He separates some of them to go stand by one of the others at the front. 

When he gets to Vail, he asks if she’s sure that she’s actually a wolf. He then sends her to go stand up at the front. As she’s standing there, Vail watches the guy looking at the girls who weren’t tapped, and realises that this isn’t the omega group, but the duds. 

The omegas are then declared, and led from the room by one of the boys. The duds are then lined up and given these weird paw-print “tattoos” with regular pen ink. As the guy is doing Vail’s hand, this story’s cliche mean girl comes in and she’s like “Oh, I love watching the duds get their tattoos! You there, where are you from?” They don’t seem impressed when Vail starts mouthing off against them, and imply that they’re going to sexually assault her. 

The duds are then taken to the “dud dorm”, which has lumpy mattresses with the springs poking through. Vail is kind of used to sub-par conditions though, and doesn’t mind that much. 

She also thinks about how when Callum scented her, he’d popped a boner. She isn’t half convinced that it wasn’t from sniffing the omegas, but also won’t let the thought go. It’s weird and awkward, and I fucking hate it here.

Before she’d left, she’d stolen a photo of her foster brother, which she pulls out now. I had really hoped that this book wouldn’t have any weird foster sibling incest in it, but there’s still a lot of book and series left. 

Chapter 6

First period was something called BGY-FISH. I ran increasingly bizarre guesses through my head, before showing it to the nearest girl who looked like an upperclassman. 

“That’s Biology with Miss Fisher,” she told me, a small smile playing over her lips. “Enjoy.”

I gave her an equally insincere smile, and decided I wasn’t going to ask for help finding the classroom.

At that point, why would you even bother going to class? They’ve already labelled you as a rejected loser, only fit to scrub toilets for the rest of your life.

Yes, there’s the possibility that they could come and beat you up a little bit. But I have a feeling that they wouldn’t do it bad enough to put you in the hospital; that would raise too many questions. 

“Oh, Chance. Even if that was true, Unclassified Students don’t go to college.”

I feel like I’m going to be bring out Horace the Dead Horse for this bit, but what exactly is the point of a pack for duds? It seems to me like they’d be better off leaving wolf society and doing literally anything else with their lives.

If it was me, I’d rather be working a dead-end job, living in a shithole studio apartment than being forever subservient to these assholes. 

“Did you ever dream your first day would be this cool?”

Chapter 6 summary: The next morning, Vail wakes up to find a “welcome to school” packet on the edge of her bed. However, the brochure is beyond useless to her, and the student handbook is full of pack-related words that mean nothing to her. 

The girl on the bunk above hers explains the uniform guidelines to her, which I suppose is the only important thing that matters here. After dressing, Vail then goes to a sort of break room, where she has breakfast and asks an older girl what it says on her schedule. The girl is kind of condescending and rude about the entire thing, so Vail doesn’t ask where the room is. 

The class in question is for underclassmen. As the teacher leads Vail to her seat, she introduces her to the class and says that Vail was put in here because she doesn’t know anything about wolves. The teacher also knows that Vail is a dud, and doesn’t seem to think that Vail will ever amount to literally anything. 

In the middle of the lecture about Latin names for wolves and shifters, one of the boys from yesterday, Jasper, and the mean girl, Pearl, come in. They demonstrate a partial shift in order to show off their paws. Jasper walks around to show everybody his “blood claw”, which only alphas have. It’s something to do with bonding to the pack. 

As the teacher asks one of the students to demonstrate his shift, Jasper leans down and whispers into Vail’s ear “I know that you’re not a dud. There’s something off about you.” It’s kind of implied that he knows that there’s something about her that’s not quite wolf, but is still “wild”. 

[betweendisorders]

very bored and have writer’s block so have some sunflower thoughts

their first date is the most awkward thing you have ever seen in your entire life. this is true whether you’re talking canon versions or a canon-divergent story - whether they were childhood friends or haven’t met a single time before this. it is so awkward. they both absolutely adore it.

basil still asks permission to hold sunny’s hand after a month of dating. he still asks permission to kiss sunny after three.

sunny buys basil gifts. a lot of gifts. sunny is a sugar daddy prove me wrong.

basil’s date ideas are like “let’s go walking on the beach and dip our toes in the water and gather sand dollars and collect seashells! let’s go to the museum and hold hands and maybe kiss, i-if that’s okay haha” and sunny’s date ideas are like “let’s stay inside, order pizza, watch a movie, and cuddle. you like to put milk duds in your popcorn right”

sunny will do very thoughtful things completely at random. he will drive for 45 minutes to visit basil at work and give him coffee and lunch from his favorite fast food place. he will do all the household chores while basil is gone and also buy him a goat stuffed animal and be like “it reminded me of you.”

in fact, sunny oftentimes gets basil completely random stuff and is just like ‘it reminded me of you, i had to get it.’

the more comfortable sunny and basil get with each other the more often basil is the one making sunny flustered instead of the other way around. like at the beginning of their relationship sunny will get him something pretty and basil will blush and stammer and then like 5 months in basil will give sunny a hickey in public.

basil is the most possessive boyfriend ever. he won’t show it super often but if someone looks at sunny the wrong way basil will just like give him the most ostentatious, obvious, borderline disgusting kiss ever and then just turn to them and smile like “hi! how are you?”

that moment where they’re cuddling and sunny is resting his forehead against basil’s and they just go;

“hi.”

“...hi”

sunny draws hearts on basil. with permanent marker.

if they have to be apart for any length of time they’ll text each other every day like “i miss you :(” “i saw a pretty sky and it made me think of you” “[picture of their hands held in the shape of a heart]”

they never stop holding hands.

they are the most disgusting couple ever. they are the kind of couple that people look at and go “gods, i hate people who are in a relationship.” kel and aubrey mock-gag around them often.

“i love you more”

“I love you more.”

sunny cannot carry basil. basil can carry sunny.

they’re gay your honor

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L |  S E V E N

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t   s e v e n |  b l o o d

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 6k warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!) lets just say this gif is a teaser as to what takes place in this chapter. major blood kink in this chapter. period play?? lmao sorry about it.

There was a shift after that weekend at Billy’s cabin, and you knew he felt it too.

It was never really that casual between you and Billy, that much you knew, but there was something that changed when the two of you got back to Woodsboro. There was something to be said about being able to openly show affection to the person you loved, to hold them and kiss them in public and you’d gotten that treatment in that little lakeside town. You felt like Billy’s actual girlfriend, not his plaything, not the bitch who was backstabbing her own best friend for a fucking boy, you were it.

And while Billy had always said that you were his girl, you hadn’t truly felt like you were until now.

Which was precisely what made tonight so fucking awkward.

Not only had you been coerced into going to the movies with the gang but, unbeknownst to you, Sid had taken it upon herself to fix you up on a blind date with one of Randy’s annoying friends from the video store.

Why had you agreed to this? You were a cold, calculating bitch behind the scenes when it came to fucking your best friend boyfriend and yet saying ‘no thanks, I’m not up for it tonight’ was beyond you? Were you just plain stupid or a closet masochist that thrived on dicey situations?

Either way, you’d never wanted to throw yourself into oncoming traffic more than you did tonight because not only were you trapped into an uncomfortable blind date with a guy you were fairly sure was frothing at the mouth at the idea of getting you alone in the car after all of this was said and done but you just so happened to be seated directly next to Billy.

You were smack dab in the middle of hell. Between a man you were fucking, a man you were disgustingly in love with and had just spent a weekend away with and a man you’d just met today but couldn’t stop playing handsy on your lap whenever he thought the others weren’t looking.

But Billy was always looking.

You knew that better than anyone. He had this innate sense of finding you in a crowded room. You could feel the weight of his brown eyes on you nearly every second of the day, soaking you up, taking every inch of you in, no matter who was around and tonight, as your ‘date’ smacked on his popcorn all the while feeling your thigh up any chance he could, Billy’s dept stare was tuned in and you knew it.

This had to have been karma. Karma for going away and having a beautiful weekend away with the guy you loved so wholly. The one whose girlfriend was on the other side of him with her pretty head on his stupid shoulder as you suffered in silence at just how fucking laughable this entire situation was.

“See that actress?” Your date, Anthony, whispered into your hear. He smelled like movie theatre butter. You wanted to scream. “Have you seen any of her other stuff?”

You were watching The Crucible and the actress in question was Winona Ryder. Everyone and their left nut had seen Winona Ryder in at least a dozen movies. Frowning, you blinked across at the man and blinked. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her work.”

Focusing ahead on the movie, you tried your damnedest to focus on what was going on but when you felt his slithery palm slide up your thigh, you were this close to pouring your Coke on his lap. Why the fuck had you agreed to this?

Pushing the man’s hand away as subtly as you could to avoid any unwanted attention from your friends, you bit down on the side of your mouth and heaved a quiet sigh. You deserved this. This was your punishment.

“She’s hot.” Your lovely date quipped, squeezing the area of your thigh just above your knee. “In that goth-girl next door kind of way.”

Was he getting off to Winona Ryder all the while coming on to you? Was he picturing Winona as he squeezed your thigh? You truly didn’t want to find out. Once again, you pushed his hand away and, this time, crossed your legs and leaned into the arm rest you were sharing with Billy.

The move was subtle, and you were barely even touching Billy but you needed to create a distance between yourself and Butter Fingers if it was the last thing you did.

With a subtle nudge to your arm, Billy’s eyes flickered towards you as his brows furrowed in question. The muscle in his jaw was pulsing in his cheek, that you could see even in the darkness of the movie theatre, and there was murder in his eyes as he sized up the man just over your shoulder. It was as though you could feel his blood pressure spike just looking at the guy and, as you held your breath, silently pleading with him not to make a scene that would undoubtedly give the two of you up, those brown eyes slowly found yours.

There was anger in his eyes, a palpable rage, but it was the look of pure despondency in his stare that made your own heart break. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be holding hands with Sid and you weren’t meant to be dealing with the idiot to your right.

How it felt up at the cabin, the freedom of loving each other and holding each other and kissing each other in broad daylight was how it was supposed to be. How love was supposed to feel.

Not this.

You were both hiding in plain sight. Putting on a façade to your friends, to each other whilst in public, and it was in that moment, in the middle of a crowded theatre, looking at each other knowing there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it, that you felt that pain so intensely that it was hard to breathe.

Tears burned behind your eyes and you hated yourself for it.

You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry over a situation you were willingly putting yourself in. This entire thing could have been avoided had you had a stronger backbone here. You weren’t the victim in this scenario. That was Sid. Sid was the one completely getting fucked over in this situation, not you. You had no damn right to feel this shitty because you were doing it to yourself.

This was just the high of the weekend wearing off and reality settling in. Until circumstances changed, this was your norm.

Swallowing back your nerves, it was all you could do to give Billy a small, barely-there smile before focusing ahead on the movie.

“I’m going to grab us another Coke,” you heard Billy say to Sidney. “Anyone want anything?”

“More popcorn,” Stu waggled his empty bag. “Maybe some Milk Duds, man.”

“Candy.” Tatum mumbled, not taking her eyes off of the screen. “Surprise me, I don’t care what kind.”

Billy nodded and took Stu’s money before he gently nudged you. “You want anything?”

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off but Anthony. “You mind keeping it down, buddy?” He popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “We’re at the movies, not here for snacks.”

It was as though Billy’s wrath was physical as his dark eyes scraped over Anthony’s face. His mouth was pulled into a thin, hard line as Anthony’s pompousness sank in. Why couldn’t it be Randy beside you? Why had that dipshit agreed to take this asshole’s shift in order for you to go on a blind date with him? This entire fiasco could have been avoided had it been Randy.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” You slinked out of your seat. “I’ll help you carry everything back.”

You didn’t wait for Billy as you marched down the aisle but, as you walked down the stairs and out of the theatre, you weren’t at all surprised to see him broody and annoyed as he followed you out.

“If anyone should be looking like that, it’s me,” you groused, falling in to step beside him as you made your way to the snack bar. “I’m stuck on a date with that asshole.”

“Don’t get me started on that,” he grumbled, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket. “I told Sid to leave well enough alone, but she insisted.”

You hummed and lined up at the concession. “Lucky me.”

Again, you felt his stare before you actually lulled your head to the side to face him. Intense, searching eyes sweeping over your features in both concern and possible envy. “One word,” he muttered, stepping closer towards you. Too close. Not because you didn’t want him that close but because you were in public. Sid and Tatum and Stu and fucking Anthony were a stone’s throw away. “One word from you, baby, and I’ll take you home. Fuck that guy.”

You glowered across at him as though he’d grown a second head. “While I appreciate the sentiment, shit for brains, we’re in public right now. Your girlfriend could walk out any second and see or hear you.”

He seemed to mull over your words for a second but didn’t bother moving away from you. “Maybe I don’t care.”

“You do,” you rhymed off, shuffling closer to the front of the snack bar.

He ignored that. “Also, you’re my girlfriend. Stop calling her that.”

This was not a conversation the two of you should have been having in the middle of a fucking movie theatre. Looking across at him, you raised your brows and blew out a puff of air through your lips. Trying to keep up with Billy’s rationale of staying with Sid to ensure he doesn’t hurt her any further after her mother’s death all the while being with you was giving you whiplash. You knew he loved you and, begrudgingly, you loved him right back. And, a part of you knew, that he was struggling with being back in the real world just as much as you were since coming home from the cabin.

But this was not how he should have been handling it. Not out in the open like this. Especially while you were on a triple date with your friends in a theatre down the hall.

“Billy,” you muttered quietly, ensuring no one was listening in, “please let’s talk about this later. Not here. Not now. Let’s just get the fucking concessions and go, okay?”

He licked his lips and you watched his brown eyes flitter down your face before briefly looking at your own lips. He wanted to kiss you and fuck, did you want to be kissed by him.

But that wasn’t the deal.

So, instead, you watched as he took a hesitant step away from you before nodding his head once. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes. “Tonight.”

“Sure,” you smirked, “I mean, if I’m not with Anthony, that is.” You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got as you uttered those words. But, when he saw the playfulness in your stare, he visibly relaxed and rolled his eyes as you continued. “The way he’s been mowing down on his popcorn all night has me wet as hell, so I might be busy with him later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled with a shake of his head. Then, he turned to you and gave you a crooked smile. One that almost made this horrific ordeal worth it. “You’re a real bitch when you want to be, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I’ve been told.”

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True to his word, Billy slipped in through your unlocked window a little after midnight that evening with a bag of stale licorice and a drink he’d swiped from the gas station on the way over to your house.

“We didn’t get our movie date.” Was his explanation as he popped The Lost Boys into your VCR and all but hopped in bed beside you. When you’d remained standing by your dresser, eyeing him with both curiosity and sheer happiness radiating off of your face, all you got was a confused look out of Billy before he patted your mattress. “You going to get that ass over here or what?”

So, naturally, you’d joined him.

And it took all of thirty-two minutes of watching the film for the two of you to end up pawing at one another as the tension of the day slowly peeled off of you with every layer of clothing the two of you tore off one another.

In no time, you were both stark naked on your bed as The Lost Boys played on without an audience. All Billy cared about watching was you. Watching you writhe and moan. He could watch you do just about anything, but it was that dreamy look you got on your face whenever he touched you that he had imprinted into his skull. It didn’t even have to be sexual. You just had a certain look whenever the two of you connected, one that he felt but managed to keep stowed away inside of him, but one you expressed. It was happiness.

Pure, unadulterated, bliss.

He knew you. Knew your body in and out, knew how to get you to come undone, knew what made you tick, what made you squirm.

You were muscle memory to him, at this point.

He knew you better than he knew himself.

Which is why, when you subtly stopped him from slipping his fingers inside of you, that Billy’s focus went to your ass. The only time you pushed his hand away after he’d spent minutes sucking and biting and focusing on those perfect tits, was when you were on your period.

So, he didn’t push it.

The two of you had fucked a few times whilst you were on it but you were deadest on limiting that to the lighter days. The very beginning or the end. Never in the middle. But god, did he want to experience the middle days.

You were so fucking horny when you were on your period and why you thought he’d give a shit about how much blood came out of you as the two of you fucked was beyond him.

So, he’d focus on your ass. Something that drove you to the brink of insanity and something that made him harder than anything.

But tonight, it wasn’t enough.

He needed all of you.

Ever since the cabin, he’d needed more of you in his life. It had become nearly impossible for him to show any iota of affection for Sid now that he’d had a taste of what life felt like with you at his side. You were his Final Girl. His everything, if he was being completely honest. And, while he knew he couldn’t open himself up to you to that extent, not yet, he needed you to feel that raging darkness inside of him. Not too much of it, but just enough to gauge your reaction.

If you could handle a shred of it, maybe he could share more of himself with you.

The darker parts.

His hands stilled as they trailed down your body and, as he hovered over you, he bit his lip and slowly drew tiny circles into your hips. “You’re on your period, right?”

You nodded, your lips swollen from the amount of kissing having gone on since popping the movie in. “Yeah, but it’s not a light day.”

He nodded in understanding as he bit his lip. “You think we could try it, anyway?”

Your eyebrows raised in mild amusement. “By not a light day, I mean its kind of heavy, Billy. It’d look like a crime scene in here.”

Billy made sure to keep his face stoic, but the idea of the two of you fucking whilst covered in blood was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

“Aren’t you curious?” He asked, dipping his head down to lick your painfully hard nipple. “It’s got to feel so fucking good, right?”

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment when he began to suck your tit again. “It’s messy, though.”

“Lucky for you,” he released your nipple and kissed the sensitive flesh of your breast. “I like messy.”

Your head flopped back against the pillow as you thought over his request. I did feel good, but did you want Billy to have to witness you cleaning up a fucking homicide scene once he was through with you?

Blowing out a quiet raspberry, you eyed him with mock suspicion before he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “Ugh,” you groaned with a laugh, “fine. Let me take this fucking tampon out and I’ll grab a towel to put underneath me because it is heavy, and you will be grossed out.”

Billy’s cock twitched as he watched you roll out of bed before disappearing in the bathroom. Within a few moments, he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before you re-emerged with a towel in hand.

He could watch you parade around like that all day. Naked, eyes hooded from desire, nipples and lips red from where his mouth had staked its claim.

You were perfect.

A vision.

You were fucking everything.

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while.” He admitted, watching you carefully roll the towel onto the bed before perching your ass directly on top of it so as to avoid any potential leakage onto your sheets.

“I wish I could say I was shocked.” You teased, laying back down. Spreading your legs, he watched you slip a finger through your folds to tease your clit.  

He swallowed as he watched you finger yourself. But then your words sank in and a panic settled in his chest as he swept his eyes up your body to meet your amused stare. “What’s that mean?”

You shrugged so casually as you continued the tirade on your own pussy. “All the scary movies we watch and stuff. You get hard as a rock if there’s a scene with a pretty girl and some blood.”

Billy froze. This was only supposed to be a peek inside of his darkness, not a full-blown window. But you didn’t seem all too fazed by it either, which confused him endlessly.

Rather than deny it, Billy hesitantly reached for your cunt to replace your fingers with his own. He didn’t delve inside of your pussy just yet, just circled your clit the way you’d been doing seconds prior. “And that doesn’t bother you?” He whispered, placing a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Nah,” you hummed, “we’ve all got our kinks, I guess.”

You released a quiet moan as he pinched your clit, but his eyes never left your face. He knew you were talking about blood in respect to the movies, but your casual tone still caught him off guard. There was no shame in it, no doubt. Just an honest to god shrug as he circled your clit with his middle finger.

Testing the waters, Billy slipped his fingers down your pussy so that his thumb coaxed your clit as he slipped two fingers inside of you. At first, it simply felt like you were soaked on account of all of the teasing and, maybe you were, but as he glanced down at the base of his fingers as he pulled them out of you, Billy nearly moaned.

Blood.

Your blood.

All over his fingers, pooling along the top of his palm.

Billy was fascinated. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt blood between his fingers, but not like this. When he’d killed Maureen Prescott, there was so much fucking blood that he’d been sick afterwards. He hadn’t expected that level of destruction but, after puking a few blocks away, he didn’t exactly shy away from it. He thought about it often, thought of the carnage that had surrounded him once he’d finished with Sidney’s mother, thought of the way the blood felt between his fingers, splayed and smattered across every inch of his body.

But this was euphoric.

Because he didn’t have to hurt anybody to feel that warmth on his palm. In fact, as he slowly slipped his fingers inside of your hot cunt, he was doing anything but. You were gyrating into his hand, unknowingly spreading your blood further and it was killing him. He was so fucking hard, too fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush a damned thing.

He’d thought about this far too often for it to be over so soon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slipping his hand out of your pussy just long enough to slowly spread your blood down your inner thigh. It left a fine red trail that he had every intention of lapping up in a few seconds if you were to allow it. “You feel so good, baby.”

He’d half expected you to make a comment about making a bigger mess than what your piddly little towel would allow but, as he slowly found your hooded eyes through the dim light of your bedroom, only hunger marred your pretty face.

Desire.

Intrigue.

Leaning in, Billy placed a small kiss to the apple of your cheek as his fingers continued to fuck you. “Does this feel good?”

“So good,” you rasped out, leaning your forehead against his as you bit your lip to swallow back a moan. Between your arousal and the blood, the natural lubrication that coated your pussy as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of you all the while rubbing your clit was killing you. “So fucking good, Billy.”

He smirked and quickened his pace on your clit just enough to drive you to madness as he bit down on your earlobe. His breath was hot against your cheek. “I want to taste you tonight.”

Though the promise of his tongue replacing his thumb enticed you, the fact that you were on day two and a half of your period was not a good plan. So why were you intrigued? A part of you wanted to see if he’d put his money where his mouth was but a much larger part of you wanted to see how feral Billy could get where you were concerned.

Torn, you pulled back and searched his eyes. “It’s going to be…messy, Billy.”

His dark chuckle was velvet against your skin. “I already told you,” he curled his fingers inside of you and admired the way your entire body twitched. “I like messy.”

He began to kiss his way down your body. You tried not to get lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling across every inch of your skin on his way down or the way his teeth nipped and bit at your stomach and hips as he positioned himself between your thighs. But mainly, you tried not to focus on how fucking bloody it was between your thighs because you knew that Billy wouldn’t be down there long on account of it.

“You don’t have to do this tonight, Billy,” you tried to reason, chest heaving in anticipation as he settled between your legs.

Something flashed across his face as he held your stare. For a second, you were almost sure he was going to back out and leave well enough alone, but then you watched as the bastard leaned into your pussy and raked his tongue from the base of your pussy right up to your bloodied mound.

He held your stare the entire time.

“I want you like this,” he assured you, yanking you further down the bed so that you were right at the edge. His voice was hoarse and breathy and as you chanced a look down at him through a pair of hooded, drowsy eyes, you watched him pump his cock with his free hand as he licked his lips. “I love you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond but the words died in your throat when he buried his face between your thighs. You gasped at the contact but didn’t shy away from his touch for a single second as he slowly lapped at your core. With the one hand still gripping your hips, holding you firmly against his tongue, you knew there would be bruises where his fingers carved into your flesh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was desperate to get you closer into his face and you were desperate to feel that perfect fucking tongue on your pussy.

It was as though he’d been possessed in those few moments. Billy couldn’t get enough of you on a good day but tasting you like this was enough to make Billy wild. Your pussy, the blood mixed with your slick, tasted so fucking good on his tongue. Burying his face further into your folds, he nuzzled at your clit and, now forgetting about his own pulsing cock, pulled you even closer.

Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Billy moaned into your pussy and bit down on your clit just enough to entice a moan that was probably a little too loud for your parents being home. But, he didn’t care. He refused to care in that instance.

All he wanted, all he cared about, was tasting as much of you as humanly possible before making you come on his tongue.

His name tore out of your throat as you gripped his hair between your fingers and pulled. You were being rougher than normal, and he fucking loved it. You were pulling on his hair and bucking into his mouth with such hunger that he could barely breathe but fuck he didn’t care. If this was how he was taken out, so be it.

“Baby,” you whined, voice low. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Your grip on his hair was vice-like as the veins in your neck swelled. With wild, laboured breaths, you found yourself bucking into his mouth as a white-hot orgasm rippled through your entire body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed, but Billy’s mouth was relentless.

It wasn’t until he was absolutely sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, that he pulled away and allowed you to collapse back onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your body, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

He could feel your blood all over his chin and nose and as he licked it off, using his fingers to swipe at the areas his tongue couldn’t quite reach, Billy was coasting on a high that only you could provide.

“Oh, god,” you buried your face into the pillow with a quiet laugh as you moved to get off the bed. “Hang on, I’ll grab you a towel for your face.”

“No,” Billy shook his head and grabbed for your wrist. “I want to see it.”

You blinked and scraped your eyes along his bloodied face. Your nipples were still rock hard and your cunt was still pulsing on account of his tongue, but it was the look of pure ecstasy on his face that made you clench.

He was being serious.

“Come with me,” he hummed, slipping off of the bed to head towards the small bathroom attached to your room. His fingers threaded through yours as you both walked across your bedroom before flicking the light on.

The vision that he was met with made his cock twitch.

Your blood coated almost everything from his nose down his chin and as you stood beside him, looking at him through the mirror, still fully naked and still housing bloody handprints left behind from his busy hands coating the lower half of your body, Billy had never wanted to bury himself inside of you any more than he did right then and there.

He found your curious stare through the mirror. Your pretty eyes swept over the mess of blood left behind on account of you and as you turned to face him, he found himself hypnotized as you reached out to sweep his hair back and away from his forehead.

“Blood suits you,” you teased with a small smile. “Horrifically enough.”

He said nothing as those brown eyes soaked you in but as he stepped into you, cornering you against the sink counter, the look on his face said everything. He didn’t kiss you though. He seemed to hesitate, as though gauging if you’d kiss him whilst covered in your own menstrual blood. “Is this okay?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted almost sheepishly.

He nuzzled your neck and slipped his knee between your thighs to allow himself better access to your pussy. With his hand wrapped securely around his cock, he slipped the head of his dick along your folds and swallowed hard as he watched your blood coat the head of it. “Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead fell against your own. “You’re going to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

You were watching his face as he once again slipped the head of his cock through your folds so it teased your clit. His eyes were so dark and there was so much desire in those warm eyes that it almost caught you off guard.

“You’re really into this,” you remarked quietly. When his eyes found yours, you could see blind panic cross over his face as he instinctually took a step away from you. You stopped him before he could think of stopping himself. “Hey,” you cooed, reaching out for his face. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, relax.”

You felt the tension in his shoulders disperse as you played with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, cradling your face. “You know that?”

“Oh, yeah,” you goaded with a smile. “I know.”

He barked out a quiet laugh and ground his hips into yours. “A smartass, too.”

You hummed as his hands slid down your body to hold you against the counter. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Anything.” Billy nipped at your neck.

You leaned back to allow him full access to your neck. “How did I taste?” Your words seemed to make him still as he slowly pulled back to search your eyes. “With the blood. How did it taste?”

The look on Billy’s face was primal as his grip on your hips tightened. Leaning in, he nudged your nose so that your lips were perfectly aligned with his. “Kiss me and find out.”

You weren’t sure at first, but as he closed the distance between you, you found yourself leaning into the kiss both curious and slightly mortified by the taste of your blood on his lips. It was strange and you weren’t sure if you liked it at first, if you were being honest. It was coppery and a little sticky and yet as he walked the two of you out of the bathroom and back towards your bed, you found yourself hungry for more.

With your fingers tangled through his hair you gave it a tug, garnering a low growl that rumbled in his throat as he continued on with the bruising kiss. When the back of his knees hit your bed, the two of you fell into a jumbled mess on your mattress, never once breaking for air as your tongues battled for dominance.

Expertly, knowing the way your body moved better than anyone, Billy moved you in such a way that he was sitting up in the middle of your bed as you straddled his lap. And as you lowered yourself onto his pulsing cock, the gruff low moan that tore out of his lips was enough to kill you.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your bleeding cunt teased him beyond belief. You were so wet and with every twist of your hips and every gentle moan, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else besides just how fucking good you felt.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, blood slowly pooled in the wake of your crescent moon shaped nail markings. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your tits rather roughly as he tried to stop himself from coming right then and there.

But then you lowered your lips onto his shoulders and he felt your hot tongue trace over every last cut and he almost lost it. There you were, with dried blood all over your chin and parts of your cheeks from having kissed him after going down on you, licking the blood that gathered along his shoulders.

He was in a state of euphoria.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He pushed out, revelling in the feel of how warm and wet your pussy felt.

Rather than say a word, all you did was bite down on the reddened area of his shoulder as you quickened your pace on his dick.

Drawing more blood.

Licking up more of his blood.

Something in him snapped to life in that instance. An almost ancient need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. Your tits bounced as you writhed on top of him and as he began to meet you halfway with violent, earth shattering thrusts, the outside world ceased to exist.

The sound of his balls hitting your sopping pussy combined with the sound of your wetness, both slick and blood, squelching all around the two of you was all that surrounded you as you whined out his name. You could barely breathe as he pounded into you, barely function.

“Billy, fuck, I—”

His mouth buried your words with another hungry kiss. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you sat on your bed, fucking each other raw. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as his forehead fell against your own.

There was a shift after the cabin that you’d both felt inside of you, but there was a shift in the air tonight, as well. An unspoken trust, of sorts, that went beyond anything the two of you were prepared for.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. A flood of warmth settled in your belly as he came and as his thumb continued to circle your clit, rubbing and pinching at it every step of the way, you soon followed suit.

With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there as he slowly pulled out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along your shoulder before his eyes found yours once again.

His thumb skirted across the apple of your cheek. “You’re my girl,” he whispered, revelling in just how fucking gorgeous you looked in that instance. “You know that?”

“I do,” you affirmed, kissing him softly. “You’re helping me clean my fucking bedsheets in the morning,” you muttered, “do you know that?”

Despite everything, Billy found himself smiling across at you before glancing down at the bloody mess of your sheets. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “I do.”

“Good,” you gently smacked his cheek and crawled off of your bed towards the bathroom.

“Where you going?” He asked, watching your naked body pad out of the room.

“Shower,” you merely said before popping your head around the corner. “Care to join me?”

Billy was at your side within the blink of an eye.

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Just some food for thought.....

I just thought about this the other day... 🤔

You know, when thinking about Tomdaya and their breakup in 2019, and especially the things that transpired afterwards in 2020 👀, we usually seem to think about things through Tom's point of view. For example, how he felt about those Jacdaya/NYC pics 👀, the things that may have led him to break things off with Nadia, how he seemed excited to rekindle things with Z again, etc. Part of this is because Tom is way more transparent with his feelings just in general lol, and he's a little more "active" about posting his private life than Zendaya is.

With that said however, as a woman, I recently started thinking about things more from Zendaya's pov.... especially with regards to the events that took place in 2020, given the information and the "turn of events" that we have seen now lol. 😂

For example:

I think about how Z may have felt during the outset of the pandemic. She was still dating JE at that time, and while she was seeming pretty happy with him while life was still normal, when the covid-19 pandemic hit, everything shut down, and JE went back to Australia, Z probably came to a point where she really had to face her feelings. It's easy to distract yourself with a new bf in order to try to forget about an ex bf (not to mention a best friend) that you had a major breakup with the year prior. But when everything is shut down, and you can't leave your house, and the Tree Trunk bf has gone back to his home country, you're almost FORCED to sit down and face your feelings. 😳 If Z has still been in love with Tom all this time (which, obviously if she's back with him again it's because those feelings for him never really left), then I can only imagine how the events from February 2020 (leading to radio silence on both ends), and the pandemic hitting may have been tough for her emotionally. 😔 To this day, I still don't think that her telling Sam "I haven't really been doing too well..." was JUST due to her breakup with JE. It was probably part of it, but I don't think it was just that. I actually think her "not doing too well" was due to a combo of everything that went on not only in 2020, but also in 2019.... (i.e. her major breakup with Tom, trying to still be cordial "friends", seeing him appear to "move on" so quickly with O, knowing about Tom's reaction to the Jacdaya pictures, maybe realizing that JE wasn't really all that he was cracked up to be, the whole George Floyd incident/BLM marches, Trump's behavior in the White House, her not really knowing who she is outside of/without working, etc) Even Claire seemed to be supporting mothers of children who are going through mental and emotional struggles during that time of the pandemic. Even Z's presence on social media was nonexistent at one point. I really think she was going through it.

I also think too about how Z may have felt AFTER the Jacdaya breakup, knowing that Tom was now with N, but that she would still have to eventually work with him again in the upcoming months on the SM3 set. 👀 I mean, just put yourself in her shoes.... Let's say that you and your ex bf split up even though there's still some feelings there, but yet you two both move on to try to date other people, but then YOUR relationship ends (and not on good terms either), but yet your ex bf is still dating someone else, and you know that pretty soon you're going to have to see him again and work with him for the next 5 months. Can you say, "AWKWARD!" 🥴 I just wonder how Z may have been feeling during that time that's all.... esp since it seems like she and Tom may have sort of been on the outs around that time as well. 👀 She was eventually going to have to work with him closely again. She would even have to play love interests with him. How embarrassing that the guy you went "public" with in Feb, ends up being a dud, and now, you two have broken up, and yet your ex has moved on to another girl, and has even posted her to his IG page. And pretty soon, you two have to work together again, and you will have to swallow your feelings for him and ignore them while working together since he's with someone else now.

Now granted, I don't think ANYONE would have predicted that Tom would break up with someone less than a week after posting them a second time to his IG page 🥴👀, but hey, like he said, sometimes "sh*t happens!" 🤣

Anyway.... those were just my random thoughts for the day lol. 😂 Like I said, we usually look at things from Tom's pov since he's so easy to read lol, but when you look at what things might have been going on from Z's pov as well, it's crazy how much stuff was going on with her probably emotionally during their breakup. She's just very private with her feelings, but that doesn't mean she wasn't feeling anything. I'm just speaking on this from a woman's pov, especially if you're still in love with an ex.

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Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

Thank you so much!!<3 i also love yuuta so much so i’m happy this was sent in!.

synopsis: yuuta can’t believe how  far you’ve come. 

a/n: I changed a few things to make it a bit  more light-hearted lol

All the girls in the village were simply boring. And Yuuta was not about to sacrifice himself for the sake of his mother’s reputation.

Yukino never stopped talking, always going on and on about some stupid kimono her father got her. Kana had absolutely no idea what she was doing at any time, a complete dud that his “wasn’t permitted around’, or so his father says. Nayasuki couldn’t even see curses, so she was no help.

The compound the Okkostu family lived in simply had no one that piqued his interest.

Until he was 12 and the L/n family moved in. Them and their small daughter who he only ever saw when he looked-- not started out his window and waited-- for you to appear in his sight.

You were an enigma. He knew you could see curses because he saw the same one you ran away from only minutes before on the bridge. (he killed it as soon as you were back in your house) and he knew you knew that he could too, his mother does love to talk all about how you asked your mom about the boy next door.

He had no idea what your technique was, only that it was a sort of healing magic. And as a now 14-year-old boy who happens to hurt himself more than others, he’d have to run into you eventually.

And that’s just what had happened, Gojo had put a bit too much into this last mission and Yuuta ended up with a pretty bad burn on his arm. That’s how he ended up sitting in your room, you wrapping his arms in bandages.

Neither of you had said a word since he had arrived, you immediately going to work and him not trying to stare at you or too long.

“Yuu-”

He can still remember how you were falling over yourself trying to help as quickly as possible.

“Yuuta-”

Or how close you had to be while addressing the cut on his cheek.

“Yuuta! Are you ok? You’re staring into space.” oh, that’s right.

You had only officially met almost four years ago, and he really couldn’t tell you how it had gotten to this point, living together and actually being able to speak to the other without stuttering. Well, it might have had something to do with how he would purposely hurt himself to be taken care of by you.

he could still feel the awkwardness of the first few times and how your mother became more an more used to his presences as time went on. 

“You know you don't have to do this right.” he reminded, watching you dig through the medicine cabinets lining the walls of your office.  “It really isn’t that bad, Baby.”

“Yuuta, I’m going to help your cuts no matter how many times you say I don’t have to!” That’s funny, you said the same thing when he’d come to you in the middle of the night with a gash running along his stomach.

“Do you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“The night under the cherry blossom tree?”

Yes, you did, considering there is only one night he could possibly be speaking of. One of the many times you had been attacked by a cursed spirit, your technique of not help, only to be saved by a flying katana and a boy falling onto you.

“Of course I do! How could I forget my wonderful savior of the night!” you laugh, returning to him with what he assumes is all you need.

“I’m glad, very glad.”

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