#i havent written in forever

[lilaiyuy]

Fic: Spatial awareness

Grian/Docm77 - NC-17/Explicit/whatever we call it these days, 5k~

"Fuck you", said Grian, grabbing the stick with his left hand and shoving it between his teeth. "You 'ust wan' me to schtop talkin'" he mumbled around it.

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Or, Grian is restless and gets himself hurt, Doc wants to help. It goes further than they anticipated.

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[eigenwhatever]

[rotthepoet]

In love with your writing, specially bsf!theo. I’m in such an angst mood. Everyone knows we’re in love with Theo and he’s in love with us besides the two of us. Longing with fwb to lovers? Maybe some more smut if you’re feeling spicy?

IN LOVE WITH YOU, POOKIE!!! If theres one thing I know how to do its YEARN and LONG so lets hope that translates into writing 🙏 it’s been a hot minute since I wrote an actual fic, and i took a few liberties with your rq, so please let me know how you feel about it!

Notes: i typically write for a gn!reader, but I really hope everyone can forgive me for writing in a FEM perspective today. It just makes writing smut a tad bit easier on me(an afab person)

Content warnings: As always, Hogwarts University AU, Characters are all 18+, Draco Malfoy calls Nott a fat ass(degrading eating habits, commenting on working out), Theo’s mom is dead, mutual pining but being too stupid to figure it out, crying during sex but not in a hot way(no safe word used/tech needed), angstyish to comfort, use of drugs(weed), SMUT, oral(fem receiving), kinda proofread? Please let me know if I miss anything major.

Things only got more intense as the… situation went on. Hooking up had become significantly more common, almost a daily occurrence. You found your mind drifting to Theodore more often than not, thinking about how disheveled his hair looked in the morning, or how the first words he mumbled when he saw you today were “Hello, beautiful”.

Your thoughts never strayed too far from Theodore, and to be honest, it felt like he never strayed too far from you.

In the most recent months, it felt like you two had become inseparable. That’s not to say it was a bad thing at all, oh no in fact, it made you quite happy to know he was around. He was your friend after all. The sex-thing, as you opted to call it, was just a benefit you both indulged in time to time.

Of course, neither of you dared to openly admit your scandalous behavior together. It wasn’t anyone’s business, even as Theodore had started seeing less women and spending less nights out partying. It wasn’t anyone’s business when Theo wrapped an arm around your shoulder while walking around Hogsmeade, or when he smiled at you when you weren’t looking. It wasn’t anyone’s business whenever Theo stopped sleeping around completely, and it certainly wasn’t their business when he beat the shit out of one of the Weasley twins for accidentally catching you in the crossfire of a loose prank.

It wasn’t anyone’s business besides the two of yours, and for the most part people had began to ignore it, except for a select group of close friends.

A day didn’t go by where you weren’t pestered by one of Theodore’s friends. They collectively figured that you were more likely to break under pressure than Theo was. It was ruthless.

Draco Malfoy stands at the front of your desk, glaring down at you. “You know you’re just another one of his phases. He does this. Falls helplessly in love with a girl, dedicates his entire time to her, only to remember he isn’t built for that life. It’s about time you save yourself the trouble. I’m only trying to help.”

Not everyone was as terrible as Draco, thankfully.

Mattheo Riddle would approach you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, putting on his most convincing Theodore impression. “Ciao, Bella,” even his most convincing impression wasn’t very good, “My room or yours?”

Sometimes you play along, running your hands over Mattheo’s in a way that makes his skin prick with goosebumps. “I was thinking we could do it on Matt’s bed again.”

That usually get’s you a hard shove away if Theodore hadn’t already spotted the situation.

Lorenzo Berkshire isn’t as insistent, just staring at the two of you, raising a brow whenever he finds you hand in hand. He draws a huge smirk on his face every time he sees you alone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

“You mean your boyfriend? I see the way you look at him, don’t play dumb Enzo.”

He doesn’t like that game as much. Usually scoffs and ignores you.

Then there was Blaise Zabini.

Blaise Zabini.

He knows more than he should. Far more than he should. He watches. He listens. He knows. He perceives.

The first time Blaise found you asleep in Theo’s arms, it was early in the morning. Their little clique never missed breakfast together unless something drastic had happened. So, whenever Theodore didn’t show up for breakfast, Blaise volunteered to check on him. Only Draco questioned it when Blaise grabbed a plate and two muffins(“Those are practically cakes, Nott’s fat ass doesn’t need one to begin with, let alone two! Doesn’t even show up to quidditch practice anymore.”). Draco was ignored.

“You’re going to lose her if you keep acting like this, you know that right?”

Theodore tries to ignore Blaise as best he can, he really does. He traces his fingers over your hair softly, watching you dream.

“Just tell her, Theo. What are you so scared of?”

“Drop it, Blaise.”

“No. You obviously love her, you’re obviously in love with her!”

“Lower your voice-“

“Why are you so scared? Is it your father, Theo? Is it your-”

“I mean it Zabini, drop it.”

The room goes eerily quiet as you shift slightly in Theodores arms. It lasts for only a moment before your breathing returns to the deep, rhythmic patterns.

“Get out.”

Blaise didn’t brother bringing it up after that. He knew what was going to happen, and he was going to let it play out. It wasn’t his business, after all.

Your friends weren’t much different. You stopped hanging out with them as much, not on purpose at all, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Maybe one or two of your friends resented Nott for it, “He’s a playboy, everyone knows that. I don’t like how close he’s getting to you.” Or “You aren’t… sleeping with him right? Please tell me you aren’t.”

Both you and Theodore laughed endlessly about every comment. It was silly. I mean yeah, you two fuck, but you’re just friends. You’re just friends, and friends can totally cuddle each other to sleep, and friends can totally kiss without sex. Its not a big deal! Its not a big deal as Theo almost pukes every time he says, “You’re my friend, I’d tell you if anything changed.” And it’s not a big deal when your chest aches as you say “Same here. It’s not that weird when you think about it.”

It wasn’t a big deal the first time you cried during sex. It wasn’t a big deal when he pulled out immediately and held your face, asking what he can do for you to make it better. It wasn’t a big deal when you sobbed in his arms for hours, chest hurting because you loved him so much and you knew you could never say anything. It wasn’t a big deal when Theodore kissed your mouth shut when you tried to apologize. It was a big deal though. It was a really big deal.

It was a big deal when you wrote your name next to Nott like a child. It was a big deal when you kicked your feet in bed thinking about how he called you pretty. It was a big deal when he kissed your cheek so absentmindedly that it felt natural. It felt right.

It was a big deal, and it hurt so bad.

But you could manage. Look at how strong you are. Look at how composed you are. You knew that one day all of this would come to an end, and you were okay with that! It was something you knew you could one day stomach, so for now, you didn't let yourself worry about it.

What you worried about instead, was how fine the object of your affection looked tonight.

Theodore was dressed to the nines. Black slacks, a loose button-up shirt, and those eyes that undressed you no matter where you were. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. You looked wonderful too, showing just enough skin to keep Theo on his toes.

Slytherin winning the house cup was a moment to be celebrated, the common room decorated and loud music playing from every corner of the room. You and Theodore spent every moment together, laughing whenever someone dared approach either of you for a dance.

Smoke curled out of Theodore's lips as he snuffed out the filter of a joint you had shared. He grinned at you, and you smiled at him, and everything else faded away.

Time slowed down, and Theodore's smile fell.

"I want to be with you, this summer."

And you laughed and smiled, nudging his arm slightly. "Well, all you need to do is invite me to your summer home in Italy, and I promise I'll spend every day with you."

"No. I want to be with you."

And for a moment, it felt like everything was still. Theodore looked so scared, and you looked so scared, and your mind was fighting the high to fully understand and process his words.

"With me?"

"With you."

You bit the inside of your cheek, almost not realizing whenever Theodore groaned and stood up.

"Theo."

"Fuck. I knew this was a bad idea."

"Theodore."

"I'm sorry. I knew we shouldn't have."

"Theodore Nott, look at me right now."

And he did. He looked at you so sadly. It made your heart ache.

"I want to be with you, too."

It felt like a brick that sat on your heart had finally been lifted. You laughed at the smile that spread across his face. You laughed as he pressed sloppy kisses against your lips. You laughed as he picked you up, kissing you stupid as he carried you to your room.

The weed still made your mind and body buzz with a high, and fuck, every touch felt better than ever before.

Your back hit the mattress, and Theo climbed over you. He looked so handsome, and you felt so pretty the way he looked at you. His hands worked at your dress, pulling you into a deep kiss as he found the zipper in the back.

Your hands gracelessly unbuttoned his shirt, whining into the kiss as you struggled. Finally, with a small chuckle, Theo offered to help you. His hands worked smoothly, pulling his shirt off his shoulders.

"You're stunning."

"Take a look at yourself, cara mia."

Theodore pushed you back down, gripping your hips as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. You laugh, resting your hands over his, feeling just how wet you are between your thighs. You lean your head back, sighing softly as Theo drops to his knees.

Nothing else mattered when Theodore's tongue found your clothed pussy. His strong and veiny hands pushed your thighs further apart, and pathetic mewls spilled from your lips as he licked you.

Theodore continued to tease you, a grin plastered to his face at every moan and whine you let slip out. He licks over the lace of your panties, daring to suck on your clit through the soaked fabric. Pleas spill from your lips, and Theo can't bite back his groan as you tug on his curls.

Dead eyes look up at you from between your legs, and Theo pulled away just enough to remove the lace hiding your heat from him. He blows on your wet folds, pulling your thighs to his shoulders.

"I think I could stay like this forever, right here."

You roll your eyes and sit up, pulling Theo up just enough to admire his wet face. "I think I'd miss your face too much," you laugh, leaning in and kissing his lips, shivering as you taste yourself on him.

"I have a few other positions that I wouldn't mind staying in."

You push away his smirking face with a laugh, gasping for air suddenly as his mouth finds your clit. Gasps turn into soft whines as his tongue moves across your pearl, your hips jerking and shifting at each motion. You can feel his smirk as he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal on his tongue.

"Theo," You whine out, but he silences you with a long finger prodding at your entrance. He shushes you, planting wet kisses along your thigh. "I know, bella, just take a deep breath. 'Gotta stretch you out all the way."

A needy moan slipped from your lips as a finger slipped inside of you. You could hear how wet you were, and Theo pulled back just enough to watch the digit disappear inside of you. He pressed a second finger in, carefully spreading them inside of you.

"So soft. So pliant."

His whispers made your legs shake as he stretched you out thoroughly. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, and it became almost unbearable as his lips found your clit again. He was slow, savoring the feeling of your legs shaking beside his head, and the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

Ecstasy flooded your mind before you had a moment to think about it. Theo groaned into your cunt, committing the taste to memory. He continued working his fingers in and out of your cunt until you were shaking in overstimulation, only then finally freeing himself from between your legs.

"You have one more in you, right? Can't get enough of you, cara mia. Will never have enough of you."

[monicaeidolith]

it's been 8 years and she's still down bad for her neighbor (who wouldn't)

and so there she is: Step 3 Athena! 🌙✨

Step 1 & Step 2 here

(Infos about Athena in every steps except 4 below if you're interested)

(watch out it's long.)

Step 1 -

At 10, Athena is a very curious girl, somewhat nosey and a bit clumsy (main reason why she often has bandages). She likes puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing (but nothing that serious about that hobby yet). While she isn't very shy, she's still uneasy around people she doesn't know and moving to a new town isn't helping. She has trouble accepting changes, and this whole situation is a way too big change.

Athena is very close to her mom during step 1. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't really look like her that much and she's kind of bothered by that, especially because the person she obviously looks like, her "dad", isn't there. Not having a dad isn't really a huge problem for her, but Athena fears a little bit people's opinion on that subject: "Is it weird that I don't have a dad...?".

She's feeling sad and scared about moving out, as she has to get used to a completely different world (in her eyes). "At least I have my mom", she thinks. But if moving in Golden Grove was scary at first, meeting Qiu and Tamarack was a huge help for Athena to feel included.

She thinks Qiu, aka "Autumn", is funny but also a huge show-off, haha. She LOVES to tease Qiu. But Athena's also genuinely worried about Qiu sometimes, because that kid is a huge people-pleaser.

When it comes to Tamarack, man... Athena totally puts this girl on a pedestal. She thinks Tamarack is amazing and pretty. And should Tamarack say anything positive about Athena, you can be certain the latter will go crazy internally. At 10, Athena doesn't realize she actually has a huge crush on Tamarack yet, though.

Step 2 -

At 14, Athena became a sort of troublemaker, she barely cares about rules. She's not mean but she grew to be more blunt and direct than she was as a 10-year-old, this and her current appearance make her seem unapproachable. However she kept her soft side, a side that she ironically doesn't even keep that much hidden but that you still have to deserve. If at 10 she would often have bandages because of her clumsiness, at 14, it's mostly because she's reckless. Some things that remained are her love for puzzles, creepy stuff and drawing, in fact, she started to get interested in visual arts.

In fact, the tough side of her personality grew when her first group friends with Qiu and Tamarack slowly fell apart. She couldn't do anything to prevent that from happening, so she felt like she had to toughen up. But to be honest, she's becoming tired of being the sole link between them, she's barely trying to now. Maybe Qiu and Tamarack won't become friends again. She has to accept it... but maybe Athena still has troubles accepting changes, no matter how old she is, after all.

Despite all that, Athena still treats both of them nicely. She still teases Qiu whenever she can (watch out Athena, the teasing could backfire on you). Her worries about them are still present too, but for different reasons than in step 1. Even 4 years later, Athena still retrieve Qiu's lost papers because they would NOT do it themselves. No matter what, Autumn remains her dear friend and the feeling is mutual.

Tamarack, aka "Tam", is her best friend! ... and the girl she has a crush on, Athena realized it now. Athena doesn't know if Tam feels the same way or not, though. Athena still thinks Tamarack is the most amazing and most talented person out there, she wishes Tam could see it too. She's highly worried about Tamarack potentially leaving Golden Grove at any moment but she tries to hide it from Tamarack. "Tam probably has enough of people walking on eggshells with her", she thinks. Athena dislikes Tamarack's parents for not only never being there for their daughter but also for making her situation so uncertain, only for their own interests (in her eyes).

Another feeling started to grow: jealousy. Athena will feel jealous of anyone who seems a bit too close to Tamarack. Does she think she's no match for Tamarack? Yes. Does that stop her from being jealous? No. She knows she has no right to be, Tamarack is a wonderful girl, it's impossible not to like her, but she can't help it.

Athena grew to be even more bothered by her lack of resemblance with her mother. Some times before turning 14, she started to dye her hair cranberry, just like her mom's hair color (let's say Opal didn't really like to see that her daughter started dyeing her hair at her young age, reaction Athena didn't appreciate, all she wanted was to look like her mom, what's the problem?). Ironically, while Athena wishes so hard to look like her mom, her relationship with her became somewhat strained. As if resembling a completely unknown guy wasn't enough. Living his best life nowhere to be found, uh? Resentment is the word here. Never towards her mom, even if their relationship is not that good at this point, but towards this guy who gave her his physical traits she never wanted and started to despise.

At least she became used to live in Golden Grove.

Step 3 -

At 18, Athena is not the rough troublemaker that she was at 14 anymore. Now she's more like a silly prankster, seemingly always up to something more stupid than before, although she remains reckless and blunt (but less on purpose and more out of habit). Of course, her interest in visual arts remained intact. Her liking for creepy stuff turned into a huge love for horror and its aesthetic.

Her relationship with her mom is getting better than it was 4 years ago. Athena grew out of the resentment she had for her "dad" during step 2 and learned to accept she may not look that much like her mom, but that it doesn't cancel the fact she's Opal's daughter no matter how she looks. Plus "some bits of [Opal] did end up in [her]" after all, right?

Athena's relationship with Autumn is what you could describe as "siblings by hearts", Athena does consider them as the sibling she never had.

Athena and Tamarack are still officially "besties for life", but little do they know that they both ended up falling in love with each other, plain and simple.

Her jealousy and resentment did tone down, but when she thinks back to her 14-year-old self, she feels bad, so bad. For being jealous of Tamarack's friends, for being resentful of a random donor and basically making many things about herself. "Man, I was such a prick. And for what?".

If when she was 14, Athena felt like she was no match for Tamarack because she put Tam on a pedestal, at 18, she now thinks she's simply not good enough as a person for Tamarack. She kind of "accepted" that if Tamarack only wants to be friends, then it's fine, she cannot force Tam to love her back. It's silly to think someone like her could be extra-special in Tam's heart anyway (girl if you knew.), it's nice enough to be her best friend.

Between step 2 and 3, Athena managed to put a label on herself: she's lesbian.

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ;

characters : xiao / alhaitham / ayato fandom : genshin impact

↬ xiao ࿐ ࿔

you imagined this would have gone differently. you imagined xiao would be frantic, furious-- not at you, but at those who dared bring you harm. you imagined he'd be scolding you endlessly for such acts of recklessness, but he does not. instead, he chooses silence, expression stoic, almost unreadable, and it makes the heart sink into uncertainties.

it is silent.

there is a heaviness that lingers in the air as he tends to your wounds, fresh cuts stinging and irritated by the balm he applies in the gentlest of ways. you imagined this would be so much more different, and you almost wish it was, because you can feel his hurt like it is your own, and you know that he believes your pain is his, always and forever.

the salve is cool against your skin ; it tingles, the back of your hand, but a warmth replaces the sensation as his fingers dance across the injuries. he doesn't look at you, but instead, chooses to displace his anxiety and frustration in the way he takes care of you.

you tilt your head the slightest bit, force your gazes to meet as you smile faintly. it is a guilty smile, he notices, and he does not return it, nor can he bring himself to look away.

"i am still here, xiao."

then, he speaks for the first time tonight.

"you should have called me. you know you cannot face dangers greater than yourself alone."

there is something in his words-- a grief, the thought of what could have been, a preemptive readiness for the loss of a loved one-- and your smile turns somber. he is right. you should have asked for help. you are lucky to have survived the night, and you both are well aware of that.

you grab his hand, squeeze it gently despite the pain. you can see that small flicker of surprise in his eyes as you pull him towards you, and in the way your lips meet his, there is the quiet seeking of forgiveness and a known gratitude.

"i'm sorry, xiao." you murmur against his lips. "i will be sure to speak your name when the time arises."

↬ alhaitham ࿐ ࿔

"be honest. you're pissed."

alhaitham is quick to care for your wounds, but he is not quick to panic. not a surprise, really, and it's also not really a surprise as to how he's acting.

"i'm not angry". he states, a blunt brutality in his words. "i'm just disappointed."

you don't say anything initially, your expression deadpan as it meets his before you throw him a half-hearted glare. there's a slightly teasing tone in his response, though you know he means them. had you been a stranger, you would have thought he was dead serious.

"i'm sorry," you start, "i almost thought i was being grounded for a second."

alhaitham doesn't say anything at first, simply stares at you-- and it's a long while of just looking at each other until the first person breaks. he's almost certain you will be the first to lose in this battle of resilience-- you always are, albeit through his own means. so he scoots a little closer to you, leans forward until all you can see or think about is him. he cups your face with his hand, touch gentle, almost too warm, and how steady it is that he holds your gaze.

"you are." he murmurs, and you almost think you see a hint of a smile when you finally look away, begrudgingly leaning back the slightest bit in silent admit of defeat.

"shut up."

"i won't." he answers. "now come back to me. you have a scratch on your face, you know."

"oh. is that why you were getting so close?"

"yes," alhaitham chuckles, and you are unsure what makes your heart beat faster : the love in it, or the way he closes the distance between you once more, "but i also happen to like you, too."

↬ ayato ࿐ ࿔

"beloved, you wound me so."

there's a faint curve that settles on ayato's lips, but there's worry in that smile, and you know that no amount of words can ease it. you let out a quiet laugh, your hands in his as he squeezes them gently in comfort to both you and him : to you, in means of letting you know that he is there for you, and to him, in means of reassurance that you are still here, still alive and breathing.

there's bandages all over your body-- no serious injuries, thankfully, but there are still so many, and how they adorn you terribly so.

"and i thought i was the only one who was wounded." you respond, a lighthearted tone in your words. you do not wish to see him sad, nor do you wish to add any additional stress to his already hectic routine. ayato has experienced much loss in his life -- and even now, he must be on guard for those who wish to harm him through means of hurting those he cares for. you squeeze his hand twice : a quiet apology, an i'm sorry, and he hears it loud and clear.

"in spirit, i'm hurt, too."

your laughter grows a little louder. he's always been so cheesy and theatrical when it came to romance. the worry in his smile dissipates, turns into something of genuine relief at your reaction. though you may be littered in wounds, it's clear that you are alright.

"well, we can't have that, can we?" you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead in yet another means of apology. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to worry you." you whisper, and you press your forehead against his. "i'm alright, love. thank you for taking care of me."

[monstrousvoice]

Bar Snack

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Relationship: Husk X Female Reader

AN: It is 4am and I wake up. I see this post and am struck with the desire to write smut.

I do so.

Tags: PWP, Female Reader, Reader has a vulva, Cunnilingous, Sex in a Public Space, Daddy Kink, Mentions of Husk being on the chubbier side, If I missed any tags please let me know

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“J-just hold still, alright?”

“You mister, have had too much!” You laugh, even as you let Husk manhandle you onto the bar top. The tips of his claws prick at the soft flesh of your hips and the sting has you biting your lip and hissing in pleasure. Husk's ears twitch and rotate to face you, taking in every noise you make. His golden eyes lock on to you, pupils dilating and contracting rapidly. He lets out a low growl.

“So what? Just…just need to hear you, need to-...to taste you a little, baby-” He leans forward, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing your scent. You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him closer to you. You feel his teeth ever so gently graze across your neck, following the coarse feeling of his tongue as he licks you without shame. A sudden nip has your hips bucking towards the counter edge and against his own, your legs wrapping tight around his hips. 

You can feel him, his hardening cock slipping out of his sheath and pressing against you. His wings flutter before you, tense with the muscles in his back as Husk makes it his mission to suck a hickey onto every available spot of your neck and shoulders. His claws, still on your hips, dip underneath the edge of the dress you have on, pushing the fabric up to stay bunched up around your waist.

“W-what if-what if someone comes in-?” Your voice is no better than a whisper, your breath stolen by the attention being lavished upon you. Even as you worry, your hand moves from its clawed grip on his shoulder to travel down, and you smirk in victory when you find your prize. You cup Husk's growing bulge, outlining the shape of his hard cock and balls through his pants. You give his balls a gentle squeeze and are rewarded with his hips bucking into your hand, wings flaring, and a bite on your shoulder that does nothing to muffle his possessed growl. 

You keen, proud of yourself. 

“F-fuckin slut-” He hisses against your tender new mark. “Acting so worried but you go and do that.” His tone is harsh, but the gentle lapping of his tongue shows he's anything but angry. 

“Just because my Daddy doesn't-” You moan, interrupted as his paw moves to your cunt and presses. “-m-make the best decisions, doesn't mean I'm not gonna take care of him~” Husk chuckles, a deep, low sound that vibrates through your body. Your hips are moving on their own, rocking your hot core against the fingers still pushing that maddening pressure against you. Your slick is leaking through your panties and you know he can feel it. 

“You do take care of me, don't ya baby doll?” The tenderness in his voice is unexpected but not unwelcome. Husk hooks a finger from his free hand under chin, turning you to look him in the eye. “You’re always there for me, bad day or no…my good girl.” His pupils are wide and fuzzy, and the tenderness you see directed at you is almost too much to bear. You practically freeze, locked under those eyes as he leans forward and kisses you with such softness it feels dream-like. You press back, welcoming his affection with a moan of bliss and fluttering eyelashes.

His tongue meets with yours as the fingers pressed against your cunt move again. You feel the pressure ease away and almost whine into the kiss, before feeling his claws hook under the fabric of your panties. The sound of seams ripping hits you, and you're distantly aware that you are, yet again, down another pair of panties. You don't really mind though, not when losing them leads to situations like this. 

Husk's claws are back to your drooling slit, tracing up and down with a sort of reverence. Your pussy feels hot and slick, and Husk groans low in his chest when he uses two fingers to spread your lips, your arousal drenching his fingers. He pulls away from kissing you and you pathetically chase after him for more. He presses another quick one to your bruising lips, then another when you keep following after him. 

“Alright baby-” He grunts, and you press more kisses to his muzzle, trying to bring him back for more. “C-c’mon sweet girl-no more…” You stop, leaning hard into his chest, the weight of his tummy pressing into yours. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, wanting to protest but knowing better than to do so. You try to plead instead. 

“Pl-please daddy? Just, fuck, just a couple more while you f-fuck me? Please?” You grind your cunt against his fingers as you beg, unashamed at the possibility that someone else in the hotel could walk in to find you moaning like a whore for the bartender's touch.

“No baby, no, cause I'm not gonna fuck you-” Your heart drops at his words, desperation and fear immediately setting in. Your mind races with things you could have done to deserve a punishment tonight, and you watch with wide eyes as Husk lowers himself to his knees before you. 

“Yet.” He hisses. Relief floods you instantly, and by the mischievous glint in his eye, Husk knows how worked up his words made you. He chuckles and moves his hands to your thighs, cupping them and pushing them apart to give himself a first-class view of your cunt. You bite your bottom lip and look away, closing your eyes as your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You can feel his paws move closer to your pussy, until his thumbs are suddenly touching. He plays with your lips for a moment, his thumbs spreading your slick everywhere before hooking them and spreading you open.

Your cunt is forced to gape before his eyes, fluttering with arousal despite the mortification burning you alive. 

“Fuck, what a pretty cunt. Already this wet from some kisses and rubbing? Heh, you're dripping on the floor at this point.” You whimper and keen, peaking an eye open to look down at him. His eyes are like molten gold as he stares back at you. 

“Don't be embarrassed baby girl, it's alright. Daddy’s gonna clean up your mess.” You barely have time to process his words before he leans forward and trails one long lick up your pussy. Your hips buck immediately at the feeling of his rough tongue against you, pushing your hips up into his muzzle. 

“S-s-sorry Daddy-!” You whimper, but Husk doesn't stop. He simply wraps one of his thick, heavy arms over your hips and pins you to the bar top, licking away at your cunt like he doesn't have a care in hell. You shudder and gasp, your hips twitching to grind against his mouth for more than rough kitten licks but unable to with his arm pinning you down. The knowledge makes your blood burn hotter, seeing how easy it is for him to control and manipulate your body to his will. His claws dig into the fat of your thigh and hip as he eats you out like a five-star meal. 

You feel his tongue wiggle inside, your gummy walls clenching down in response to squeeze a cock that isn't there. Husk lets out a purr in response, the only sound in the hotel bar besides the slick ‘slurp’ noises he makes as he sucks your clit like it's his favorite piece of candy. You can only throw your head back against the bar and endure his assault, wishing that the sweet torture would never end. 

“D-Daddy, fuck-! Please, please d-don't stop, please-” Your words start to slur together as you beg for more. You bring a shaking hand from your face to your hips, gripping the paw holding you down like a lifeline. A sharp nip to the hood of your clit has you gasping, sitting up straight to look down at your boyfriend with shock. He doesn't stop, still lapping away at your fluttering cunt. His eyes are hooded, taking in the sight of you sitting above him, losing your mind on his talented tongue. He pulls away from his feast only briefly to rumble a command at you. 

“Hold my head baby, don't let go.”

You do as you’re told, taking your hand not holding his and carding it through the fur on top of his head. Husk lets out a pleased rumble before diving back in, suckling your swollen clit without mercy. You cry out, throwing your head back and gasping at the sensation. 

You're so close, you can feel the coil in your cunt, the pleasure shooting through your veins that lets you know your orgasm is on its way-you just need-need a little more-

A new sound reaches your ears, wet and slick like the sounds coming from your cunt, but just off ever so slightly-

You look down at Husk, his eyes closed as he loses himself to your taste. You can see his breath steam up as he snorts from his nose, drowning in your smell. Looking down further you see it, past the wonderful thick belly you nuzzle into every night. Husk has undone his pants one handed while eating you out, and his free hand, you hadn't even noticed it leaving your thigh, was fisted around his cock. Pink and red peaked at you from between his fingers as he tried to jerk himself in unison with his mouth as he ate you out. A thick glob of precum was drooling from his cock head, getting swiped up by his thumb to make his hand move slicker, only to be immediately replaced by more. 

A full body shudder tore through you at the sight, your own mouth drooling with the desire to have that fat cock shoved down your throat as Husk moaned for you. It was enough, and your cunt squeezed tight around nothing as Husk licked and sucked your clit.

“C-cumming-” You gave a breathless cry, hips bucking in vain against Husk's strong grip, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that had your toes curling and thighs squeezing tight around Husk's head. He simply moaned low in response, lost in the feeling of your thighs squeezing and your hand pulling his fur as you lost yourself to him. He continued lapping at your swollen and puffy cunt, making sure not one drop of your cum was forgotten by his tongue. Even as your body fell boneless under him, he kept licking and sucking, moving to the meat of your thighs to leave hickeys and bite marks as you recovered and learned how to be alive again. 

“How ya feeling baby doll? Talk to me.” He spoke, his voice sounding gravely and deep even to himself, thick with lust he hasn't had a chance to relieve yet. He tucked his still hard cock back inside his pants, zipping it up just enough to keep himself from popping back out. He stood back up, leaning over your limp body on the tabletop. You gave him a dazed smile from where you lay.

“G-good…thank you Daddy, for letting me cum…” Husk smiled, pulling you in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You whimpered into his mouth as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off the bar top and into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his hips immediately, your still sensitive pussy being pressed against his hard cock, covered in fabric. He pulled away from your kiss, adjusting you in his grip as he began walking towards the hotel elevator. 

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he walked. “Now, you're gonna be a good doll and let Daddy have his turn, yeah? I need a tight little hole to fuck~” He growled in your ear. You felt the vibrations from his chest travel through your whole body. Despite cumming already, your pussy throbbed at his words, and you moaned. 

“Y-yes Daddy, whatever you want-” You managed to whimper, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

~~~~~~~

The following morning, Husk walked behind the bar to find a note folded with his name on it. He raised a feathered eyebrow, feeling curious as he opened it. It was Charlie's neat cursive. 

Husk,

Nifty found a rather…interesting piece of clothing early this morning when cleaning. I frankly don't want to know what you two were doing last night, I don't need details, but I do ask that you clean up after yourselves at least. 

Thank you! 

Husk snorted, pocketing the note to show you and laugh about later. He supposed now he and the princess were even, considering the sight he had walked in on in the kitchen just a week ago.

[brunetteaura]

i know im going to be fine because i try my best to treat other people nicely. and if they dont reciprocate and go as far as to hurt me on the regular i will know i deserve better and not let them have access to me anymore. ive made a lot of mistakes in the past regarding this topic such as overstaying my welcome and being dismissive of other peoples feelings too but now that i dont and havent for a while now, i feel good about myself and thered be no reason for me to accept the unacceptable because ultimately what shows someones feelings towards you are their actions. and why would i let someone be mean to me when im not mean to them; why would i throw myself at someone when they couldnt care to have me in their lives. i put effort in my relationships and i dont cut people off out of the blue anymore but im okay on my own too if they dont care about me the same way. hii

[braxlrose]

I miss ur writings sm :(

I am so sorry that I've been gone for so long, I haven't posted any fan fiction in so many months and honestly I lost motivation 😭 so many ppl who were in this fandom and I created a community with, were slowly getting over this "phase" and it definitely affected me. But I'm going to try and get back into writing. I hope this will do good for now! Ive had a lot of ppl recently ask for 2005 bill hcs, and I've done that before so if this is repetitive for something else I've written, sorry!

content warnings: none

a/n: I'll be updating my tag list since it hasn't been updated since like August of last year and I don't want to be tagging people who don't care or want to see these posts anymore. So if you wanna be tagged, let me know!

2005!bill kaulitz x f!reader

sfw:

- I'm an alternative person so whenever I write for bill, I always imagine him with an alternative girl 😞 even though from what I've seen he's never really been w/ an alternative one, BUT LETS PRETEND OKAY 🙏🙏

• he absolutely loves doing hair together, I think he enjoys helping you do your hair in the morning and your make up. And he's even more greatful if you do his makeup. Then he can just relax while you help him.

• pookie has crunchy ass hair at the end of the day when he has to wash it out, don't make fun of him 😞

• getting piercings together is something he LOVES doing with you. Mainly early piercings because he only has a tongue and eyebrow piercing on his face.

• if you made music too, he would always go to your concerts and basically scream the entire time. Hopefully, you'd do the same for him.

• if you have longer nails, head scratches are always a must and he will lay in your lap for literal hours while you pamper him.

- I personally think he would love to learn words in your language if you keep something different than German. And despite what anybody thinks, he finds it hilarious to learn the dirty words.

• if you cook him something from your culture, he will literally die. He basically thinks everything about you is so cool, and learning about a culture different from his is so exciting

• but if you two really want to date, you'll have to both try to learn English or each other language because there is going to be a hard language barrier between you two.

- I think one of the reasons he would've fallen in love with you is because you were upfront with him. He's not the type of guy to just go up and kiss someone so if you confess first, that would make things so much easier.

- obviously, you'd have to get along with Tom, Georg and Gustav. So if you don't, there's no way he'll go out with you, especially if you can't get along or hate Tom.

-Dates together consist of stuff you guys bought somewhere, or if you guys went to a fastfood restaurant.

• He doesn't have a lot of money yet so dates wouldn't exactly be high class, hopefully you don't mind 😉

-Since this is around the time Tokio Hotel is getting increasingly famous, there are fangirls around trying to flirt and ask out bill all the time and he has to shoo them off. He reminds you every night about how much he loves you and that those fan girls shouldn't bother you.

-he likes to spoon you a lot, and you two switch back n forth between him being the big spoon and the small spoon.

• I think he also really likes it when you lay on top of him, with your face in his neck and your legs wrapped around him. (This also works sitting upwards).

• cuddling with him is so nice too because he actually smells really good 😱

- I think he still gets very insecure sometimes because of the haters and people who harass the band because they don't like them and you reassure him a lot.

a/n pt 2: sorry this wasn't too long! I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing so if this is terrible I'm sorry 😞

taglist: none right now

[galacticspacemermaid]

Your monster boyfriend hears you're craving something sweet and raids a 7-11. He returns with arms full of all of your favorite candies and drinks.

"I didn't know what to get," he says trying and failing to present the treats to you.

You watch the treats fall to the ground and gasp as your favorite lands at your feet. "You're the best!" You fling yourself at him and he catches you midair pulling you to his chest.

Your monster boyfriend lets out a satisfied purr and whispers, "I can get more."

You laugh and pull back to look at him. "Did you even pay for this?"

His ears twitch and his head tilts. "Pay?"

****

Your monster boyfriend is all over the news as 'The Winged Devil' that destroyed the local 7-11. The store worker is visibly shaken in the interview and the shelves are all toppled.

[goldilocks-pony]

Dallas can speak some german because after his father abandoned him and left him to stay with his immigrant grandfather he wasnt good at english so dallas had to learn german to communicate. Each night they often would help eachother study their respective languages, and though he'll never admit it dallas treasured these moments because it felt like he had a decent father figure

[simonlynch]

serenity.

ship; blind faith wc; 663 summary; the lord giveth, as much as the lord taketh. this was their burden to bear, in exchange for divinity.

The Father mutters their name. It feels strange as it rings in their ears. 

It's unfamiliar. Out of reach. 

And yet, their fingers brush against coarse skin, bristled with five o’clock shadow. Their name rolls off of his tongue again, so smooth. Naturally.

It was always going to go like this.

They cradle his face, thumbs tracing his lips, desperate to remember the sight of him and reconstructing the shadows of vague memories into something new, something only they could know. Hazy flashes of times long past morph in swirling color into his smile, the gentle warmth of him radiating their being and permeating every sense as it slowly pours back, from tucked away corners of their mind they are pulled to the forefront.

They lean closer, mouth barely gapped from his and feeling his breath, soothing and grounding, and they feel his forehead press against theirs.

He smells like lemon, and vanilla and cedar wood, though he tastes more strongly of the sweeter scents. 

He mutters their name again, pulls them from their intoxicating bliss and takes their hand. Their fingers intertwine with the thread-bare rosary wrapped in his grip and he begins to lead them from their shared seat on the creaking pew through the aisles, out into the compound.

The grounds fall quiet and still in their presence. The lake laps at the shore, and voices dampen in the cool eve air. Only God is watching.

A heavy pressure suddenly presses into their gut. They shudder, convincing themselves it is the chill of the water’s proximity.

His hand covers theirs against his forearm, reassuring and acknowledging. He slows their pace to a near-halt. 

They've counted these steps enough that the patter of paws doesn't startle them before the creature decides to weave its way between their legs. The Father's arms steady them when they stumble over it after, nails digging into the silk of his vest and when they're halfway to the ground, they release him for a second, reach down and barely catch a passing grasp at the canine's fur. 

Joseph pulls them up as it skitters away at his own growl, hands against their shoulders.

They feel his eyes scouring them, they needn’t see to know that much. With reassurance, he loosens grip and sighs relief, but they feel the weight of his sight heavy on their being still. 

They don't like when he stares. Not when they can't look back. 

It's unfair, the way he can read them, the way they fear his gaze -- those piercing eyes, so much more vivid a memory than the rest of him, things and parts of which they must remind themselves so frequently, with wandering hands -- as if their every fleeting thought and feeling is carved into their skin as much as he wears his own sins adorning. Somewhere he can read it, but they can't see to hide it.

Their head turns away, in shame of their selfishness. The depth of their scars burn, face flushed and chest tight. Envious are they of the way he can make them feel with so little effort. A mere touch, a hum, with presence alone could he exist, and spiraling are they sent into a devotion so deep and a reverence so faithful that it pains them to feel so much for someone whose worship they could never know, could never return. Not the way he could. Their heart aches with want, soul with humility.

Is it so bad to long for what you should have? To chase the taste of ecstasy, to come crashing after the high?

They remind themselves: The Lord giveth, as much as the Lord taketh. This was their burden to bear, in exchange for divinity. 

They bite their tongue before their next ask, lest their greed get the best of them, and settle for a simpler request.

“Joseph?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Don't let them take you from me.��

The pressured grip against their hand tightens.

“I won't.”

[devldom]

sweet nothing

solomon x gn!reader. 1k words, sfw.

they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something / i find myself running home to your sweet nothings / outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming / all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

a/n: there’s been so much solomon content lately so this is probably nothing new, but i still wanted to write this bc i live for some fluff. set in the nightbringer timeline. inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift.

The Devildom streets were so silent compared to the sounds that tend to fill the House of Lamentation. You could hear them all in your head: Levi and Mammon’s bickering, Lucifer’s annoyed voice as he lectures his brothers, the sound of Satan flipping book pages, and a million more variations of the brother’s shenanigans that you know like the palm of your hand. But all of those sounds would disappear as soon as you stepped outside to walk home.

Home. You let out a sigh, thinking about how the House of Lamentation isn’t home anymore. It feels weird, so much colder and distant, just like the brothers. You still haven’t adjusted to this new life, to being in the past, to having them all be strangers again. It was exhausting thinking about how all that you had before, all the relationships you’ve forged with everyone, none of that matters here. And you have so much love for them, but they’re not your brothers. Not your demons, nor your angels.

You felt as if you were made of glass, and every day that you had to show up to work as their attendant, it was the little things that scratched your delicate surface—like the way Beel doesn’t know what kind of snacks you like, how you can’t go up the attic anymore, the fact that you can’t stay up playing games with Levi, and the fact that Satan is not giving you very specific book recommendations based on what you like— and you know that, eventually, it will all break you.

But it was in moments like this, in which you felt like you were drowning in your own pitiful thoughts, that thinking about Solomon felt like a breath of fresh air. Going home to him after a long day and seeing that look in his eyes that you know so well, a look that is only for you, fills you with so much warmth, familiarity, and hope. Strangely, Cocytus Hall feels like home.

You walked in, quietly closing the door behind you. The building was completely silent, except for the sound of some steps walking towards the entrance.

"Hey," the white-haired sorcerer greeted you, the smile on his face lighting up the room as soon as he saw you.

"Hey," you couldn’t help but smile, too, as you took off your coat and hung it near the entrance.

"How was your day?" he asked as both of you walked into the living room. You let out a sigh as your tired body rested on the soft sofa. "It was fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at your sigh. Your body language was telling him a whole different story.

“I mean, it was the same as always, I guess. You know how they are,” you explained. Really, nothing major had happened that day, but you were tired. Tired of them not knowing you, of being stuck in an uncertain past, of being around people you love so much but them not loving you back.

Solomon put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, encouraging you to place your head against his chest, which you did without a doubt. You sighed again, this time a sigh of relief as you heard his heartbeat. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" He whispered, his fingers running lightly through your hair, his touch ghost-like.

"I know," you whispered and then went silent for a few minutes. It wasn’t an awkward silence; he respected your space and could’ve been silent for hours if that’s what you needed. But you opened your mouth again, your voice barely there. "I don’t know. Lately I’ve been so tired, everything’s too much. This is too much. I’m starting to think maybe I’m just too soft for all of this."

Solomon was the one letting out a sigh this time. "I see," he mumbles against your hair, placing a soft kiss against the top of your head. As the most powerful sorcerer in the three realms, there weren’t many occasions in which he felt powerless, but knowing that you’re so sad, so tired, he felt useless. He wishes he could take those feelings away from you with magic, but all he could do was sit and listen, and make you feel as loved as he could. "It’s okay to be soft, though. I hope you know that. You’re in a complex situation; it’s normal to feel the way you’re feeling, and you should allow yourself to feel these emotions, but I promise you you’re doing fine. If I were thrown into the past and I had to face you, and you did not know who I was, I would feel the same, too."

"You would?" you asked, looking up at him, his gray eyes looking at you warmly.

"I would. I don’t know how I’ve lived so, so many years without you by my side, starlight. My life would never be the same without you." He whispered, running his fingertips down your back. And you could feel it right now—that fuzzy feeling that only appears when you’re with him. You could feel your face warming up at his words, which made him smile.

"I love you, do you know that?" you asked, your lips brushing lightly against the skin of his jawline, making him shiver. You placed a light kiss on that area.

"I know. And I love you just as much." He murmured back at you, moving his face lightly, his lips looking for yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you lean in for a kiss, his lips warm against yours. In that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the love and care you have for each other. He sighed, satisfied, as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Aren’t you hungry? It's kind of late, but I can cook something comforting just for you."

"Actually, I had some snacks before getting home," you said, almost out of muscle memory, as you cuddled up against him. "Please, let’s just stay here. I want to be with you."

The sorcerer smiled as he pulled you closer to him, indulging you. When everything around you felt like it was falling apart, it really was those little moments with Solomon that pulled you back together, reminding you that you were capable of everything. He was your rock, keeping you grounded when you needed it most. And you couldn’t be more thankful.

[impala-dreamer]

Okay okay hear me out

What can you tell me about pulling Dr. Reid’s luscious, gorgeous hair?

At first, he doesn't know how to respond.

Sure, his body reacts appropriately to your hand treading through his hair, your ass wiggling against his thighs, your tits in his face, but his brain can't quite figure it out.

There's a flash when you yank on his locks, a violent spread of pain webbing across his scalp, and he should hate it. He knows that it's an actual, perceptible pain, and he should react accordingly and yelp or push you away, but there's something else happening.

Behind the pain, or rather, alongside it, there's a flicker of pleasure. More than a flicker, an explosion that bursts through his nervous system and sends blood surging straight down to his cock. His heart races; lungs expand with a sharp breath. His eyes blur and his skin burns.

He contemplates the effect of your fingers tight against his scalp, calculates the exact repercussions from sexually enjoying such an act, and the expansive world of kink behaviors that it may lead to. He ponders why he's never thought about masochism as something he might enjoy or even been interested to explore, and decides it has to do with all the negative connotations that BDSM seems to have, especially within the confines of criminal behavior analysis and profiling. He knows he's not a sociopath, so why would he extract pleasure from the pain you're inflicting upon him now, and would he enjoy even more pain during a sexual encounter.

Ultimately, he decides that it's nothing to worry about as nearly forty percent of Americans consider themselves kinky in some way.

Of course, all of this debate and consideration took place in Spencer's brilliant mind in the span of point seven seconds, so all you noticed was a slight widening of his hazel eyes and the most decadent, sensual moan you'd ever heard.

[starrspice]

LAST LINE CHALLENGE

RULES:

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged By @suokumi thank you Suo!

Last Line:

So how were you supposed to deal with a rather grouchy alien whose social behaviors was probably very different then your human ones?

Last Drawing: A character concept for my oc story I've been slowly building for years (U.F.O.S.)

No pressure tags :

@paper-lilypie @spaciebabie @robinette-green

[beegswaz]

JOHN: oh dude this is gonna be SO COOL! do you know how long i've been trying to get someone to play minecraft with me? JOHN: rose is too busy being weird and jade is. well she's usually asleep so i can't really play with her much anyways! JOHN: and i know this game is probably "too lame" for you, but- DAVE: i know what minecraft is i just think its DAVE: and no offense here or however it goes DAVE: but its super fucking boring DAVE: you mine and you craft there is nothing else to it sorry to break it to you DAVE: also who are those guys

JOHN: who are what? DAVE: those guys over there DAVE: did you mod this server or something JOHN: no??? i don't even know how to do that!

DAVE: ok then explain those two DAVE: did you send the server to other people are you cheating on me DAVE: am i no longer your best bro is this what the world has come to DAVE: and to think i have a photo of you saved to my pc titled my best friend john egbert DAVE: for shame JOHN: i didn't send the server ip to anyone else! promise! DAVE: i was just fucking with you i believe that DAVE: theyre probably not even players just weird npcs

RANA?: Hi!!! JOHN: !!! DAVE: oh what the fuck

AND SCENE sorry the writing is ass or whatever i havent written anything homestuck related in damn near 2 years! anyways this is just a funny little think i made for @poisonouspastels :)

[lesamiesdelalgbt]

It was an accident. Grantaire had been out with some friends and it was so easy to just. Fall back into old habits. One minute he was talking to Bossuet and Joly, the next he was puking his guts out in the bathroom.

He ended up getting home a lot later than he said would. He knew Enjolras was going to be mad. But he just couldn't bring himself to care.

When he walked inside he tried his best not wake Enjolras. Upon entering the living room, however, he realized it was in vain.

Enjolras was sitting on the couch staring at him. Grantaire could tell he was upset.

"'Sup," He said weakly.

"Really? That's all you have to say? 'Sup'?" Enjolras responded angrily. "I was worried about you. You said you'd be home hours ago. You haven't answered a single one of my calls or- Are you drunk?" He asked incredulously upon seeing Grantaire swaying where he stood.

"Maybe," he giggled.

"Grantaire, you told me you would stop drinking,"

"Ok? It was just tonight! I was having fun!"

Enjolras sighed, grabbing Grantaire and starting to pull him towards their bedroom.

"Oooh~ you're what are you going to do me?"

Enjolras responded exasperatedly, "You are going to bed."

"Aww but I just got home! We could do some other things in bed instead," Grantaire pouted as he let Enjolras pull him into the bedroom.

"No. You are going to bed, and we are going to have a talk in the morning."

"Ugh ok,"

Enjolras helped Grantaire put some pajamas and gently led him to the bed. As he turned to leave, he felt his arm being grabbed.

"Where are you going?" Grantaire asked, confused.

"I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Oh,"

Neither said anything else as Enjolras left the bedroom