#im out of practice and it shows 😔

[swagglessmoth]

I’m still figuring out how to draw him :/

I kinda wanted to leave his out-of-disguise design (the one with all the scars) with his hair down, since he’s supposed to kinda resemble Madara. But the pony reminded me of Sakumo and that’s infinitely better. Him having given up everything that makes him ‘Kakashi’ but unconsciously holding on to the remnants of his identity ougghh (and I think he’d be more used to having his hair up bc of wearing that wig all the time)

I’m still unsure if I want Sukea’s coat to be more soldier-esque with a more practical design, or more child-like with a simpler rain coat design 🤷‍♂️

I may have to reread some chapters but I’d swear he wore a cloak or smth. I mean, he’d have to cover up his hair with something? Idk it looks mysterious

I could’ve drawn the last Kakashi in the Akatsuki cloak but in the end I just did that musty robe he took from Madara

[pb5luvr]

in good company

a/n: sometimes i actually remember that paige is gonna be in the w and not at uconn anymore and idk if i should be excited or sad. also the fact paige and azzi are gonna be apart im sick for them bruh 😔😔

3rd POV

paige was tired. no, scratch that, paige was exhausted. ever since winning the national championship with her team, which was a dream come true, she had been out non stop: celebrating, making appearances on tv, and getting ready for the draft. although she was extremely grateful, it was still a lot.

she and azzi had arrived to new york a few days after coming back to storrs from the championship game, though, they still hadn’t seen each other much. while paige was featured on the Today Show and showing off the trophy on Jimmy Fallon, azzi was making appearances on Good Morning America and ABC Live. given the two hadn’t had a chance to get a break from the chaos, paige would do anything to get even the smallest break.

while azzi was getting ready for her first live tv appearance, paige of course had to facetime her. azzi was in the middle of getting her hair done while she heard her phone buzzing on the table in front of her. assuming it was paige, she reached for it to answer the call.

“hi baby” paige said as she appeared on the screen of azzi’s phone

“hi paige, im just getting my hair finished up right now” azzi responded with a soft smile on her face

as the two caught up with whatever was going on in their lives, paige couldn’t help but admire her beautiful girlfriend through the screen.

“alright” azzi said as the hairstylist finished touching up azzi’s hair, “how do i look?”

“beautiful” paige responded without hesitation, “always”

and paige meant it. azzi really was the most beautiful girl paige had ever seen—from her enchanting, brown, doe eyes to her soft, tanned skin and her perfect curls. and of course, paige had never failed to make azzi feel that she was any less beautiful than paige had thought.

“thank you” azzi blushed at the compliment before having to burst paige’s bubble of hoping to have a longer conversation with azzi, “i have to go though, but i love you and i’ll talk to you later”

“wait azzi” paige started, “can you please come to my hotel after you’re done? even for just a little while? i miss you”

azzi’s face softened at her girlfriends request, “of course i can paige. i can come by after this”

the life seemed to come back to paige’s face after hearing that and a smile formed on her face.

“then i’ll see you later” paige said, “i love you, you’re gonna do great” paige added before pressing her lips to the camera, her way of giving azzi a good luck kiss.

azzi let out a soft chuckle before ending the call and letting the makeup artist make her final touches before azzi had to make her way to the stage.

————————————————————————

after azzi finished her appearance, her one goal was to make her way to paige’s hotel to squeeze in some alone time with her before heading to her next appearance. she quickly called an uber and was speeding off to paige’s hotel in no time.

paige, anticipating azzi’s arrival, already let her know the room number ahead of time. when azzi got to the hotel, she quickly made her way to the elevator and in front of paige’s door, knocking softly to let paige know she was there.

paige scrambled off of the bed and opened the door in what felt like milliseconds before she was met with azzi standing in the hall, still in the outfit and makeup she had while on tv. she threw her arms around azzi and dug her face into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

“mmm” paige groaned, “i missed you”

azzi hugged paige back and started to rub her hand up and down her back, “i missed you too baby”

when the two let go of each other, paige pulled azzi inside her hotel room and locked the door before dragging azzi over to the bed. azzi chuckled at paige’s urgency but made sure to slow her down so she could take off her heels that were starting to give her blisters.

azzi practically collapsed on top of paige, but, of course, paige didn’t mind. she wanted to spend as much time with azzi as she could before they had to go their separate ways again. the two settled into each other, azzi’s head resting against paige’s chest, one arm draped over paige’s stomach as paige lazily dragged her fingertips over azzi’s arm.

“i hate being away from each other all day” azzi said softly, breaking the comfortable silence

“i know beautiful, i hate it too” paige responded

“it makes me nervous for the future” azzi whispered, “you know, when you’re gone”

the sentence made paige’s heart ache.

“hey” paige said softly, making azzi look up at her, “we’re together now and that’s all the matters. besides, no distance can tear us apart. i promise i’ll talk to you every chance i get”

azzi gave paige a soft smile in response

“so let’s just enjoy the time we have with each other now, okay?” paige said as she brought a hand to azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing softly brushing over it

azzi nodded and brought her head back down to paige’s chest, “i love you” she said

“i love you too azzi” paige responded, “so much”

and that’s where the two stayed, soaking in each others company before the harsh reality took it away from them.

[sourb1tter]

warnings: g!p kinda soft!dom Lara, needy reader ( not really a bratty reader ), Lara forcing reader to be quiet bc katseye are night owls, reader being a little annoying and pissing Lara off ☺️.

Synopsis: no synopsis just smut 😞😞.

The sound of clothes ruffling and sheet covering the mattress beneath filled the room, as Lara greedily sucked, and bit at your neck. You felt her soft hands travel up and down your body, feeling up every curve of your waist, she created a vine of love bites down your neck to your collarbones and your chest. Your hand entered her hair, gently holding a burgundy red lock inbetween your fingers, as soft gasps left your lips, Lara’s breath became heavier and she became more restless the red led lights from her room reflected onto your skin, making a nice contrast in the dark shadows. It wasn’t very late, you and her both knew the rest were still up so you had to be quiet.

     Her index finger locked with your pajama shorts, pulling them down slowly, she lifted her head and your fingers untwined with her hair, she looked down at your position with your legs both slightly upwards, her hand glided over your thigh as she took her free hand and brushed through the middle of her hair leaving her with a side part/no part.. you didn’t think she could look any sexier.. although it was quiet and slow she look up and you and smiled sweetly

“ Hey, baby? “

“ yes? “

“ be quiet tonight. Won’t you? “

      You nodded. Following each word.. “ Good. “ she looked down and smiled devilishly as she pulled out her hard cock. She took off the black tank top she was wearing and shoved it in your mouth. Lara pulled down your lacy black panties, her fingers invaded your cunt, you laughed softly as you found it a bit ticklish, she giggled back, Lara slowly entered her fingers into your cunt and curled them in a slow motion, a whine left your lips, ‘ more Lara, more.. please.. ‘ is basically what that mean’t. She worked you up during practice today, poor you could barely focus on the dance rehearsal, and now you were getting needy for her, you couldn’t stop thinking about her all practice, you couldn’t stop thinking about her long fingers and how good they felt in your cunt, or her cock that you would choke all over, and—you snapped out of reality when you felt something stretching your insides, you moaned softly and bucked your hips looking for more, earning a loud groan from her then soon after a chuckle.

  “ Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want from me, i promise i wont tease you today.. “ She chuckled lighty after saying that, looking at your flustered face, you wanted to argue back but resisted not only because of how much of a brat you tend to be, but because you still had her tank top in your mouth. But, just to piss her off you decided to be a brat and buck your hips towards her faster, with muffled moan falling out your mouth, you were looking at her and you knew she was starting to get mad. From the way her eye started to twitch, to how she tensed up. She held your hips in place “ stop being a brat, I was gonna be nice to you today but your showing me that you deserved to be teased and starved of your pleasure. Stop it now. “ she said in a stern voice with strands of her dark hair falling down with her face as she stared holes into your skull, she kept the grip tight.

She started to slowly move in and out of your hole, admiring the way it sucked her in tightly ( she won’t admit it but shes a bit sensitive 😔✋ ), a soft groan left her lips as her pace increased, her hand slowly glided down your hips, to your thigh, to your knee and threw your leg over her shoulder as she put her hands back on your hips and quicken her speed, soft moans left your mouth as she utterly filled your hole, did it hurt abit… yes but you didn’t care no matter how much she would ask….

“ Am i hurting you baby? “ “ Tell me if im hurting you “

“ Are you okay? Just let me know if im hurting you “

…Is what she would say everytime she always wanted to make sure you were okay, isn’t just so sweet? “ ha—haa.. “ your soft moans only fueled her desire as her pace went faster.. “ oh.. gosh.. i think im gonna cum.. “ She groaned so loudly and threw her head back, you were convinced the others probably heard her. “ And your gonna tell me to be quiet? “ you snapped at her with attitude. She looked back down at you with narrow eyes “ Ugh, shut up.. the first time i accidentally make a loud noise you wanna complain… Bitch.. “ something about the tone in her voice made you ever wetter.. you started moaning even more after that, all she did was smirk and laugh at you.. “ ohh.. so thats what you want tonight huh? You dont want me to be soft right. Got it you slut. “ she snapped back at you her demeanor instantly changing, you know you really wanted to say something back but couldn’t get anything out because you she was right, you knew you wanted to get slutted out by her.

Your moans became heavier and louder as you started not caring about the others hearing you two.. she stopped caring aswell it only made her want you even more, “ ah! Im gonna.. cum.. please “ you pleaded with her. You knew she wasn’t gonna let you off so easily, she smirk at you and you already knew what you had to do, she slowed down to an agonizing pace “ sorry what did you want again? Say it again.. “ She said in a condescending tone.. she hear what you said, loud and clear but she wanted to annoy you the same way you did earlier. “ please.. let me cum.. i-i need it so bad—..” you groaned out at her slow pace and the way you kept bucking your hips at her even more.. she decided to be merciful (only bc i got lowk lazy and also shes still supposed to be a soft!dom 😭🙏) and let you cum all over her dick.. oh my was she going insane trying not to cum in you. “ go ahead baby.. cum “

You released with a silent moan and you squeezed your eyes closed as your thighs flexed and tightened around her figure as her eye remained over your body, your warm cum coated her cock, she quickly started her pace up again.. abnormally fast, did daniela teach her this? Anyways it didn’t matter.. because as soon as she cumed on your belly she went right back inside you..

“ Damn it… your so intoxicating…“

Prodotto da Sour..

[nerdyjaw]

rage. | e. yeager

content warnings (please read before continuing): smut, jealousy, jealous sex, kinda yandere (not rlly tho, just possessive), degradation (?). mdni.

age in bio or you will be blocked.

creator notes: hi guys, sorry for inactivity. life is pimp slapping me across the face and i havent been able to post as much as id like 😔 anyways this is lowkey a practice fic. smut isnt my strongsuit BUT im open to constructive criticism and any advice so yeah 💯💯

eren wasn’t even pretending to hide his anger anymore.

the very second he slammed the door behind you like itd personally offended him, you knew you were fucked.

he walks up to you quick, looking you dead in the eyes. “you think you’re funny?” he snarled, backing you into the wall with a hand around your throat— not squeezing it, just holding you there, keeping you still.

“were his jokes really that funny? over there laughing like you haven’t heard it for the upteenth time. or maybe you’re just that easy.”

his knee shoved between your thighs, grinding up until you whimpered.

“this not mine anymore?” he growled. “saving it for connie now? want him making you cum instead?”

“n-no,” you managed to gasp out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“bet he wouldn’t even know what to do with you,” eren muttered, dragging your panties down roughly, exposing you to the cool air. “bet he’d nut the second you looked at him too pretty.”

he pulled his cock out without ceremony, already hard, leaking, furious with want.

“gonna show you,” he hissed, grabbing your hips and hauling you up, your back making direct contact with the wall behind you. “gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget his damn name.”

he lined up and slammed into you in one brutal thrust— no warning, no patience, just rage.

you screamed, arms wrapping around him like a lifeline as he started pounding into you without mercy, every thrust shoving you up the wall.

“that’s it,” he growled. “take it. fuck— take it.”

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you down onto his cock, deeper, faster, brutal.

“think about him now,” he snarled into your ear. “go on. try it. bet you can’t, huh.” he laughs, mocking you. “bet all you can think about is how deep i am. how full you are. how good i make you feel.”

tears leaked down your cheeks— the overwhelming pleasure being too much to handle. and eren just smiled.

“aww, baby,” he cooed mockingly. “crying? for me? you’re so cute.”

his thumb found your clit, cruel, relentless, making you squirm, but he held you tighter, forcing you to take it.

“you’re gonna cum,” he growled. “you’re gonna cream alllll over my cock while thinking about me. not him. not anyone else. me.”

you broke with a sob, clenching around him, body spasming and twitching uncontrollably— but he didn’t stop. he thrusted harder, chasing his own release.

“good girl,” he panted, thrusts growing sloppy. “that’s it. fuck— that’s it baby. all mine.”

he came with a broken groan, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up so deep you could feel it leaking out before he even pulled out.

but he didn’t pull out. not yet.

he stays inside of you, forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavy, still grinding his hips slow and deep, forcing you to feel every throb of his cock inside you.

“don’t ever let me see you all friendly with anyone like that again,” he whispered, voice shaking with leftover rage. “don’t even look at them. you’re mine. just mine.”

his hands slid down your thighs, bruising, possessive.

“say it,” he demanded, rolling his hips again just to hear you whimper. “say you’re mine.”

“yours,” you gasped, tears still slipping down your cheeks. “yours, eren, i’m yours—“

he smiled, satisfied.

“yeah,” he murmured, kissing your tears away. “you are.”

[rhiannonsknife]

hii!! i know you are busy with the but im a cheerleader nat fic, but do you think you might maybe write more for Lottie?

also thoughts on meangirl Lottie.. i feel like when she first meets someone she can be a little guarded, wanting to keep her image so when you call her out on her bs she feels attacked and then starts a rivalry between the two.. anyways to summarise meanlottie tension with the new girl on the team when Lottie takes it too far and says something really mean at a party and new girl storms off but Lottie finds her and shows her how much she DOESNT hate her because shes actually a softie but she kind of treats new girl as a punching bag bc shes new and called her out

Im genuinely so sorry if this doesnt make sense i am so bad at explaining but i have a vision i swear😔

🫎 anon :)

i love this idea so much 🫎 anon!! hopefully i got your vision here!!

lottie matthews, you should’ve realized sooner, is untouchable.

at least, that’s how she wants people to perceive her.

everyone on the team knows better than to test lottie; even jackie, the whs’ golden girl in her own right, lets her have her moments.

you, on the other hand? you’re new. maybe that’s why you didn’t seem to get the memo right from the beginning.

it starts small enough: a subtle jab at practice, a teasing remark about your form, the kind of thing that could be dismissed as playful banter if not for the smug tone in lottie’s voice. and then there are the looks: the way her dark eyes flick over you during drills, sizing you up for reasons you can’t seem to wrap your head around.

it doesn’t take long for you to call her out.

“got something to say, matthews?” you ask one day, sharp enough to draw a few surprised glances from your teammates.

for a second, lottie looks genuinely caught off guard. and then her mask slips back into place, her lips curving into that insufferably confident smile. “i’m just looking out for the team,” she says. “can’t have the new girl slowing us down.”

from that moment on, it’s war between you.

lottie calls you out for each fumbled pass in practice. in the locker room, she’s leaning against the row of lockers closest to yours, waiting for you to pass to call out a snarky comment. and even during team meetings, when you make a suggestion about changing up a play, lottie scoffs. “sure,” she says, leaning back in her chair. “let’s just toss out what’s been working because you think you know better!”

things only reach a breaking point weeks later, at one of the parties.

you don’t even remember what starts it: some offhand comment about your outfit, maybe, or the way you’ve been talking to nat a little too long for lottie’s liking. either way, her words hit harder this time, meaner than usual.

“god, you’re so desperate to fit in,” she says suddenly “it’s pathetic!”

the words land like a slap, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

for a second, all you can do is stare at her, your chest tight and your pulse pounding in your ears. lottie doesn’t look away. she stands her ground, her arms still crossed over her chest.

nat shifts beside you, clearly uncomfortable, but she doesn’t intervene. no one does.

you don’t trust yourself to speak, not when your voice feels like it might crack and give her the satisfaction she’s so clearly looking for. instead, you turn on your heel and push through the crowd, ignoring the whispers as you walk out.

lottie finds you a little while later, sitting on the back steps of the house with your head in your hands. you don’t hear her approach until she’s right beside you and says: “i shouldn’t have said that,”

you flinch, whipping around to face her. “what do you want, lottie?” you snap. “haven’t you done enough for one night?”

her usually upright posture falters as she stuffs her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her gaze flicking between you and the ground. “i didn’t mean it,” lottie says, quieter this time. “i just…i don’t know.” she sighs, running a hand through her hair. “you get under my skin!”

you let out a bitter laugh. “glad i could be of service then”

“that’s not-” lottie cuts herself off. “i’m not good at this, okay? you called me out, and i didn’t know how to deal with it, so i pushed back. too hard. i know that.”

when you look up, you’re surprised to see something raw in her expression. regret.

“i don’t hate you,” she says finally, her voice soft but insistent. “i don’t even think i dislike you, if i’m being honest. i just…i don’t know how to handle you!”

before you can respond, lottie crouches in front of you, close enough that you can see the faint flush on her cheeks. “you’re not pathetic,” she murmurs. “far from it. and i’m sorry if i made you feel like you were!”

you’re unsure how to process the vulnerability she’s laying bare. this isn’t the untouchable, put-together lottie you’ve come to know. this is someone softer, someone who’s trying, even if she doesn’t quite know how.

lottie seems to take your lack of an answer as a bad sign, her lips pressing into a thin line. “let me make it up to you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “please.”

[vivixivvv]

౨ৎ — puppy love || hcs !

featuring — itoshi brothers || fem!reader || before spain

- itoshi rin ^_^

— rin would steal saes polaroid cam/digicam and take messy pictures of you,keeping it in a box or on his wall.he says that whenever he gets a phone,he would always get a clear phone case so he can put the picture inside.

— rin would mostly talk to sae about you,sometimes asking him for advice as sae was his older brother.he would sometimes tease sae for not having a love like him,sticking out his tongue and going “blehh”

— rin would sometimes smack the back of your head whenever he needed to scold you,and would giggle when you frowned and yelped.he would sometimes boop or poke your forehead,cheek or nose,mostly whenever he wanted attention or just to annoy you.

- itoshi sae :3

— sae wasnt big on PDA,especially around rin or his family in gen.but when you guys were alone,he would hold your hand or keep an arm around your shoulder.he would also give pretty long hugs whenever he needed to walk back home after a little date,as he didnt want you to go. (of course he never showed that)

— whenever he was eating popsicles,with or without rin,he would ALWAYS bring you one.only because he knew you would ask him just for a little nibble.

— whenever he was playing soccer/practicing,he would look around for you.if you gave him like rings,necklaces,or matching bracelets,he would sometimes look down or hold onto the necklace charm after scoring a goal.

authors note/vivi’s extra rants — omg yall bluelock s 2,ep 5 was so fire🙏 and OMGGG?? MY BOY NIKKO MADE A COMEBACK⁉️⁉️ but im still waiting for kurona😔 anyway i hope u guys fw this,bcs i think i messed up on saes part idk

[kayesfanfics]

wsppp 😋😋

Do you think Adrian tepes, Trevor, or hector would date a fem witch, ghost or werewolf ? If they would date a werewolf girl, how do you think they would deal with her shifting? It’s supposably painful bc the bones are breaking then fixing themselves in a new form😭 do you think the ghost gf would sometimes have self image issues cause she isn’t really there(transparent) witch gf would be really cute esp if she has a familiar like a black cat or crow (really basic ik) omg and she like has her familiar deliver letters to her lover when they are away 🥹 or she tries to like show her lover how to make potions and he ends up growing plants or a small explosion 😭😭 imagine he makes smth right and he’s bragging but then it blows up into his face 😹😹

I always see people write for vamps but I think it would be cool to include other monsters yk. I have so many ideas but idk how to write 😔😔

Hope ur doing well! -🌙

A/N: I added Isaac as well, but THIS WAS SUCH A FUN PROMPT AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO DAMN LONG. But I love exploring other monsters, it’s so fun-

Trevor Belmont x Witch! Reader

His knowledge on magic is limited, but not unheard of. He understands the kind of magic Sypha uses, but yours isn’t quite like it. Your type of magic uses alchemy, black magic, the “devils work”. You’ve been cast out and targeted for practicing such things, but you continued to practice witchcraft despite the attempts on your life. Trevor had actually seen you being hauled off to a jail roughly before saving you, recognizing you as a healer around this town

After saving you, he asked for a your witchcraft services to help heal a rather nasty wound he had received, so you took him to your house, where your familiar, a beautiful crow, was awaiting your return. He cawed at your and flew over to land on your shoulder, before cocking his head curiously at the large man behind you

“He’s a customer, my dear! Be hospitable!” You teased, before guiding Trevor over to a room that contained all of your supplies and books. You put together a salve for him, and offered to put it on his wounds for him, to which he accepted and casually began to undress until he was shirtless. You stared at him with a blush on your face for a moment, until he grinned and teased you saying “My eyes are up here, love~”

You allowed him to stay with you for a few nights, which slowly blossomed into some sort of a romantic and physical relationship. When he had to leave to go kill some vampires he’d been hired to get rid of, you’d send him off with healing herbs he’d need to recreate the first salve you made for him. You’d send your familiar out to track him with magic and send him letters or extra supplies, and he’d always send some cheeky note back to you that made you giggle and kick your feet

He definitely tries to help you with your potions and powders, getting supplies or tools for you when you asked. One time he successfully recreated a potion, that is until he got cocky and knocked over another vial into the potion, causing it to explode and blow up into his face, ruining his hair and leaving his face scorched, which made you laugh so hard you nearly pissed yourself as he sarcastically laughed along with you

Adrian Tepes x Ghost! Reader

You often times didn’t feel real and felt like your existence was useless and didn’t have a purpose, that is until you met a beautiful man with pale skin and pale blonde hair, with beautiful golden eyes and sharp fangs. He was mesmerizing and intelligent despite his age, and the two of you formed a relationship, which was soon crumbled by his father injuring him so badly he had to lock himself in a coffin to rest and heal. You haunted the place he had put himself to recover from his fathers attack, and took it upon yourself to watch over him and guard his tomb

After joining Trevor and Sypha on the journey to kill Dracula, you went with them and used your own abilities to help fight. Luckily nothing could kill you again, so you were able to fight by becoming fully invisible, making yourself solid then phase through creatures. Sypha asked you many questions on the journey about you and what it’s like being a ghost, Adrian smiling fondly as the two of you chatted excitedly, as he hadn’t seen you have a friend before

Whenever your self doubts and insecurities about your existence plagued you, he was always there to assure you that you were indeed real. You didn’t have a grave or body to visit as your body had been burned and cremated as to not start a plague, but you had a whole life before him you could tell him about. He’d be able to touch you and feel you were real, kiss you on the forehead to show you you were real

You too didn’t need as much sleep as he did, being dead and all. So you both often roamed the castle together and continued to clean and upkeep it together, rather than restlessly lying in a bed all night. The two of you would have intelligent conversations about philosophy, the science his mother studied, history, things of that sort to get you through sleepless nights. Lying in bed together cuddling while conversing, his hand rubbing your back as you rested your head on his chest

Hector x Werewolf! Reader

As an expert on creatures of the night, he wasn’t phased slightly when he heard Master Dracula had recruited a werewolf into his Court. Despite being half human, you were never treated as one, only being treated like a dog by your fellow species. So you instead took revenge by ripping apart those who hurt you, and Dracula had met you years ago similar to how he met Hector and Isaac, but was recruited last due to your hiding out in secrecy from everybody, you were difficult to track down even for Dracula

When you arrived, you appeared as a regular human, but the vampires could sense you were anything but. You bowed to Dracula and thanked him for the opportunity to help his cause, before he told you to begin planning with the other generals. After speaking with the vampires, you decided to learn about the humans, as you were curious why they would help kill their own kind as well. You started with the silver haired man, and bonded over your shared mistreatment by humans, and he was curious about your more wolf form. You smiled and told him he’d have to wait for that, making sure he’d have something to come back to you for, as you grew fond of the shy and straight to the point man

When he finally got to see it, he watched in borderline horror as you howled in pain from the transformation, hearing your bones snap and crack into new places as you transformed into a large, furry monster. But Hector wasn’t truly afraid of you, just of the pain he heard you in, and he gently approached you and rested a hand on your forehead as he did his night creatures to comfort and calm them through their own transformations. You shut your eyes and leaned into his touch, waiting the transformation out together until it was complete, and you could stand at your new full height, well above him. He’d only look at you with fascination rather than fear or hatred like everyone else did

Isaac x Gorgon! Reader

He is clearly not disturbed or taken aback by monsters of any kind, he’d face one with a stoic face and calm demeanor. You came to Dracula one night after being driven away by townspeople for accidentally turning someone to stone, so he allowed you refuge in his castle and gifted you a magical blindfold that would keep you from laying your eyes upon anyone and turning them into a statue. Ever since then you’ve been loyal to him and agreed immediately to help him with your cause, and to use your ability to fight off humans that have wronged you. When you met Isaac, he was immediately intrigued but didn’t make it obvious. You spent a lot of time listening to him work and hearing his night creatures be brought to life, and he’d even guided you to pet a night creature that was calm for him

Throughout the war you formed a relationship with the cold man, though he was warm to you. Never sappy or super affectionate, but he’d do things like learn Braille for you and create plaques as labels on things for you, fight alongside you and tie your blindfold back on for you when the battle was over, create night creatures specifically to help you. He allowed you to hold his arm as you walked through the ever changing castle with him. He never thought he’d find love amongst all this chaos and death, he didn’t even want to befriend Hector because of it, but yet he found himself infatuated with you and wanting to spend as much time as he had left with you

He didn’t mind the fact he’d never be able to look into your eyes, and you didn’t mind the fact you’d never be able to look at him at all except through maybe a portrait. The two of you simply enjoyed the others presence and company, oftentimes sitting beside each other doing your own things, always having a comfortable silence between the both of you. You didn’t turn objects to stone, so if you made sure not to look at any living being, you could do things like read and he’d help make sure you wouldn’t accidentally turn anyone to stone

[esstrellaa123]

I’m so tired.

Anyways, im writing something rn, but haven’t the time to 😭😔

But, (completely unrelated- might become related if I decide to write it in? I don’t plan on it though) Simon Riley (ugh, looooove that man) who tells you what to do.

——————

You were having a tough day, hoping to come home and just relax with your… boyfriend? Definitely boyfriend….? You think he is anyway. He should really ask you out.

“You look like shite.” He greets.

“Thanks. Just what I needed.” You reply dryly, letting him take off your coat and unlace your shoes.

“Tough day?” He asks though he already knows the answer.

“Tough fuckin’ life.” You mumble back, clenching and unclenching your toes in an attempt the alleviate some of the pain.

“Cmon. Up.” He says. It was a command, though rather gentle. Didn’t stop the hint of pink that dusted your cheeks. You’ve noticed that you like being told what to do. By him and him only- to be specific.

You stand, following him quietly.

After a much needed bath, you turn over in bed, hands wrapped delicately around your phone as you scroll through social media.

A quiet laugh falls from your lips as you watch another skit.

You feel the sheets shift before hearing his soft tone.

“Phone off dove. Gotta go to sleep.”

“‘M not tired.” You retort, not paying much attention to him and his words. Or his heat.

“And ‘m not asking.” He says just as flat as usual.

“….” You say nothing, mulling over his words. “Can’t tell me what to do.” You finally settle on, scrolling to another video.

“Dove.” He states, not used to being told that. People listened when he talked. It was what he was used to.

“Simon.” You quip back, knowing you were pissing him off slightly, but it was just too much fun.

“Put the phone down. You need sleep.” He says, stiffly this time.

“No.”

“…..”

You feel the bed shift again before he’s out and standing over you.

Of course, you look up at him, watching him silently before he gives you a look and you challenge it. Enjoying the game you knew you’d always lose to him.

“Please just listen to me.” Simon says, his restraint apparent in his eyes and curt tone. You knew he wanted to speak more.

‘Or what?’ Lingering in the air. But you knew what else. You test your luck anyway.

“Or else what?” You ask, a smirk on your face as you watch his contort.

“Or else I’ll leave you too fucked out to think properly.”

“….”

He gives a smug look to which you roll your eyes at, setting your phone down.

“Only because I am a little tired.” You huff, turning over.

“Right.” He almost growls, climbing back into bed with you, pulling you close as you melt into his touch.

——————

“Don’t touch that.” He says sternly, watching you intensely as your intrusive thoughts come to play with his patience.

“Or what?” You ask.

“Or else what?” He asks, stalking towards you, looming over you, making you crane your neck just to look into his dark eyes.

“No.” Is all you mutter.

He says nothing, leaving you with a grunt as you practically melt against the kitchen counter.

——————

“Turn around.” He says, watching as you put on a fashion show for him.

You turn of course, giving him a nice view of the entire outfit.

“Good girl.” He mumbles, legs spread wide, head resting on his knuckles.

You trip over air.

——————

“Need you to eat something birdie.”

“Not hungry.”

“Still wasn’t asking.”

You grumble, side eyeing him with each bite.

——————

“Quit it.” He practically snaps at you as you sit in his lap.

Heads turn to you and your cheeks burn. Not because everyone around you is wondering if you’re in an abusive relationship, but because it really turned you on.

——————

“You just don’t listen, do you?” Simon asks, watching you wander off in the store, heading towards your favorite aisle.

……

“Hands on the trolley.” He tells you, standing behind you like a looming cloud. “Both. Hands.” He reiterates, watching you glare at him.

Two soft taps on your hip is enough validation that you’re doing good to make you forget about why you’re mad at him.

——————

“Like being told what to do, don’t you?” He asks, watching your face contort in pleasure.

It had started off innocent enough. Him commanding you through your daily tasks. But it was too much. Too much at the time and too much of his voice and his smell and his accent and shit he’s shirtless telling you to quiet down.

He was yours to pounce on, no?

You nod your head, nails digging into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulders.

“Hands on my stomach.” He instructs, and you do as your told, fucking your self back down onto his thick cock.

You nails dig into that too, red crescents left in your wake as you move a little faster to get yourself off.

“Slow down bunny. Jesus.” He groans, grabbing onto your hips. You should feel embarrassed. Embarrassed to be so eager to be on top. It only makes you more wet though.

——————

“Come here.” He instructs from across the room. You listen, quickly making your way to his side.

——————

Okay goodnight :)

[cranberryjuice-posts]

ARLT GIRL I HAVE A REQUEST FOR CLARISEE‼️

OK SO CAN YOU DO LIKE A ATHENA!DAUGHTER!READER WHERE MOST PEOPLE ASSUME THE ENTIRE ATHENA CABIN IS JS BORING ITS ALL NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC AND BOOKS

AND THEN WHEN THE READER AND CLARISSE JS LIKE KINDA STUMBLE APON EACHOTHER, CLARISSE JS ASSUMES THE READER IS VERY FUCKING BORIJG BECAUSE THEYRE A CHILD OF ATHENA

AND RHE READER TRIES TO KIND OF CONVICE HER THAT SHE ISNT BORING AND ALL

(and pls a lil make out im begging you😔)

(also i love your work stay strong girl‼️🔥)

RAHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Let’s give this thing a try

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

Pt 1 — pt 2

The big house was quiet. Quiet was something you had to fight for, being a demigod your life was always chaotic and well noisy— so when you wanted to actually spend some time reading you would make arrangements to spend time in the big houses libary.

That’s how you now found yourself sitting in the library’s floor with multiple astrology books open around you and a note book filled to the brim with your findings

You heard the door open behind you, you looked back and saw clarisse standing in the door way with a few books in hand. Confused you raised an eyebrow studying the beautiful girls collected face. “What’s with the books?” You asked.

At first she didn’t respond, only setting them down on a chair. “Chiron asked me to leave some books here.” Her tone flat and uninterested, in the pile however you noticed a book about the stars that you had been searching for for hours.

You practically ran across the room grabbing the book like it was going to disappear. You looked down smiling at the cover— your excitement was innerupted as clarisse scoffed.

“I swear only Athena kids get off on this shit.” She rolled her eyes while turning to leave.

“Excuse me?” You spoke harshly.

Clarisse let out an irritated sigh. “What?— did I stutter I said Athena kids are the only people I know who can actually enjoy crap like this” she gestured her head towards the mess you had made earlier. “All you guys are the same boring blueprint of your mom”

“I’m not boring” you let out a scoff like laugh. Setting the book down on a table you crossed your arms not wanting to stand down from where you were.

Clarisse raised an eyebrow, it was clear she didn’t believe you. “Know what fine” you walked towards her. “Come here tomorrow midnight and I’ll show you that I’m not boring”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I can get you out of whatever trouble your in with Chiron”

There was silence for a moment until clarisse rolled her eyes once more, threatening you to make it worth her time before actually leaving

———

You laid face down in your bed with Annabeth standing near by. You screamed into your pillow fustrated “and who does she think she is! I’m not boring she’s suc—“ you continued to complain until annabeth stopped you

“And Why do You Care what she thinks?” Annabeth sighed while sketching on a map of the forest, making plans for the upcoming capture the flag game.

You kept quiet.. annabeth turned in her seat looking over at you, her sharp grey eyes analyzed you until you knew the secret was you. You groaned in you pillow while annabeth sighed. “Her?! Really.. y/n there’s so many better options here but her your really gonna go with her?” She scolded you.

“Look, It’s.. fuck ok she’s really pretty and her being a bitch is attractive sue me” you rolled over in your bed embarrassed. Annabeth shook her head in disapproval. “Besides your not so innocent I see how you look at the son of Poseidon, uh Percy right? Yeah how does mom feel again about you fraternizing with the man she hates son”

She threw a pillow at your head in response. You just held the soft fabric close wondering how the hell you were gonna survive clarisse, you didn’t even like her that much

…

..

You did like her that much.. fuck

———

You sat in the big house looking out the wall length window admiring the stars. You had a telescope set up propped outside the window with a few books opened around you. Annabeth so graciously and forced helped you set up a cosy scene with some blankets and pillows.

You wore a cute form fitting black jumper dress with a light blue camp sweater underneath and a white ribbion in the back of your half pulled up hair. But this wasn’t a date. You had to constantly remind yourself that you were just proving you weren’t boring.

In mid thought you heard the libary door open, stepping in clarisse wearing some red plaid pj pants and her normal orange camp shirt. You felt your voice get stuck in your throat.

Clearing your throat you patted beside you. “Common”

“This looks boring I’m going back to my cabin”

“Dude”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and sat down— only there because you could get her out of cleaning the big house which you found out was because she may or may not of broke a kids jaw.

There was uncomfortable silence, it clear she was just trying to psyc you out so you would call quits but being the stuborn girl you were you refused.

You saw a shine in the corner of you eye making your face light up. “Look” you smiled. Clarisse groaned as she moved over and looked into the telescope. “It’s a meteor shower”

“I’ve been studying the stars for years but recently I’ve noticed a shift in some of the stars usual locations, see a meteor shower happens when the Earth passes through the trail of debris left by a comet or asteroid, As a comet gets closer to the sun, some of its icy surface boils off, releasing lots of particles of dust and rock—“

You had to stop yourself from continuing, proving you weren’t boring didn’t include you yapping about stars. The shower ended quickly and which was normal for a small storm like that one. While clarisse continued to look at the sky however You put a hand on the tool.

“Right here” you shifted it, you showed her the Aries constellation. “There’s Aries, and that red circle underneath it is mars” shifting the telescope some more you continued to talk “and there is the great square of Pegasus”

It was still quite the only round being the creaking from the telescope. You pulled away fiddling with your hands. “I—“

“It’s cool” clarisse mumbled “i guess” she looked over at you from where she was laying. Your cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. “I still think your boring though spending all your time reading in here, but this” she titled her head more toward the window “this is all right”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not boring”

“Mmhm” she sat up stretching as she did.

The two just sat there looking at eachother. You now taking the chance to really admire the girls features with the only source of light being the moon. “Your hair.. I like it, the way you style it and keep your curls in such good condition… it’s pretty”

“You can touch them if you want” her offer took you back, but you didn’t deny her. You reached out and touch her soft hair wrapping a curl around your finger. “Your hair smells like fruit punch” you giggled.

“Thanks?” She laughed softly, her hand now tracing gentle circles on your thigh. You could tell she liked the jumper dress on you, making your heart beat faster.

You leaned closer to clarisse nervous you read the situation wrong. Your lips were close just barley brushing against eachother.

You felt your heart start to race, you’ve kissed girls before but something about clarisse made you nervous, nervous like you wanted to run away but excited like you needed more.

Clarisses hand trailed up your body and found its way to your waist, she gently pulled you forward finally kissing you. The kiss was short repeating a few times adding a sense of hesitation.

You felt clarisses Hands squeeze you lightly as you both looked into each others eyes. Your left arm was now around the girls shoulder with your other hand keeping you up for balance.

You moved you hand to her hair before leading her in for a more passionate kiss. It was immature and inexperienced but needy. Clarisse Bit You bottom lip making you moan allowing her to move her tongue into the mix, you moved while kissing her to sit on the girls waist.

You both fell now with clarisse laying on her back and you pinning her down, both panting while looking deeply into each others eyes. You kissed her again with a sense of urgency.

Whines and soft moans filled the air as you kissed. Clarisses hands finding themselves under your tight jumper dress resting on the sides of your thighs while you had your hands held the girls face.

Pulling away you hid you face in the crook of clarisses neck allowing her to shift positions around now with her on top, trailing kisses down your cheek jaw and neck.

She pulled back panting. “How far are we going” her eyes meeting yours.

“Only.. only this” You whispered, clarisse nodded before kissing your neck again while softly nipping leaving dark hickeys.

——

The following morning you had to hear a long lecture from annabeth about the marks on your neck and the new found relationship between you and the daughter of ares

Annabeth - shes a terrible Person

Y/n - now it’s suddenly a crime for a woman to have a personality?

—

Go look at this persons post about Palestine and aid links

[moonsglare]

im so glad feixiao is getting her recognition now i saw her leaks like two weeks ago and FREAKED i need that woman RIGHT NOW. NOW!!!!!! SHES SO FINE

ANON U GET ME…….. U GET ME ANON U SEE THE VISION !!! and the way her drip marketing described her oughdhdjsksks………. she sounds so confident and hot and that’s truly just a recipe to get into my pants i fear 😔😔😔 “lacking in worries, regrets, and rivals” and someone to kiss girl i’m free everyday for the rest of my life <333

she seems to me like the kind of person who would show off her s/o proudly, hand on your waist at any event or around any crowd. who’s gonna tell her otherwise anyway, when she’s functionally the strongest person on the yaoqing? speaking of, she can also 100% use you as weights when she’s working out. sit on her back as she’s doing planks or pushups, or sit on her waist as she’s doing hip thrusts—she fucking loves it.

also, her hair is so super long that hair care day is probably a whole date for the both of you. her, sat at the foot of the bed as you sit on the bed, your hands sifting through her soft, silken white hair, gently pulling a fine-tooth comb through the strands. she’s practically purring, or as close as foxes can get to purring, leaning her head back against your legs and just relaxing.

[nsft utc]

fluff aside, i know her dick is big. and i know she knows how to use it, big, rough hands on your hips as she holds you up and pounds into you from behind. she only gets more insatiable during her ruts, and her stamina triples. she’s still careful with you though, keeping an iron grip on her mental state to avoid slipping into her moon rage on accident. naturally, she doesn’t slack on aftercare either—hauling you into the washroom for a bath is about as easy as lifting a couple of grapes to her.

tldr; i’m in love and she’s my HSR husband <333

[ashbye]

Fashion Show

-Look y'all I know I've been gone but I had a vision ok it came to me while I was doing yard work and I had to so enjoy. There's plot guys 🤚😔

Summary: While on a run you find something that would be the perfect surprise for Daryl. You show him and are very happy with the outcome.

-It's smutty oops 18+ 🤭 and not beta read. There's swearing so prepare yourselves. I HATE THE WORD PANTIES SO IM NOT WRITING IT! Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

-Alexandria era (probably) and I am a women so its she/her (sorry)

It had been a while since you'd gone outside of the walls so you jumped at the chance to go on a run. Although you had wanted Daryl to join you he was unfortunately busy. Maggie and Michonne were joining you today so you can't complain.

After gathering the needed weapons and equipment you headed with the girls to a mall nearby that hadn't been checked thoroughly yet.

You got to the mall in record time with Michonne driving. Grabbing your machete in your hand and putting your gun in its holster, you got out of the car walking to the entrance behind Maggie.

"Why are we back here again I thought some guys had cleared it out already?" You asked turning to Michonne.

"They said there was too many walkers to get too far in do we're checking again."

You turned towards the door with a hum sound and raised your machete, walking into the mall. After scoping out the front the three of you found the mall to be almost completely empty aside from a few stray walkers that could be taken care of when you came across them.

Maggie turned to you both, "I say we split up, cover more ground."

You nodded before walking ahead as you all separated. Most stores you had looked through had been cleared out over time. There was a shirt here, a pair of socks there, but other than that it was a bit of a bust.

Until you saw a sign to a store ahead of you to your right. "No fucking way..."

You picked up the walkie talkie on your hip and called to Maggie and Michonne. "You guys are not gonna believe what I just found."

"What is it?" Michonne asked urgency in her tone.

"Either of you need any new bras?"

"Obviously, why?" Maggie was incredibly confused by now. You laughed before responding again.

"Go straight and take a right you'll find me. You need to see it to believe it." You put the walkie back after hearing Michonne say she's on her way.

You turn to the approaching footsteps and laugh. "Isn't it great? A Victoria Secret practically over flowing with unused bras and underwear!" Maggie smirked at you "You wanna find something special for Daryl huh?"

Michonne laughed at your expense but you couldn't care less because you're pretty sure you've been wearing the same bra for 2 months now.

And, duh of course you're gonna find stuff for Daryl. You're a loving girlfriend why wouldn't you get a present for him when you're on a run?

"Uh hell yeah I am! If I can find something to make me look sexy for my man of course I'm gonna take it!" You speed walk into the store with the girls following you chuckling.

You hold up a beautiful red set. It's lace would compliment her skin perfectly, you think. "Michonne, if you don't take this home for Rick, I will riot." You hold up to the girls so they can look at it.

"Oh please get that!" Maggie practically begs Michonne. "Alright I'll take it!" Michonne says with a smikr on her face after holding it up to her body.

The rest of the 'shopping spree' goes similarly, with you each holding up sheer and lace bras and panties for the others to take home and wear.

You found quite a few for yourself to surprise Daryl with later. You carefully put them in your bag with a smile.

After your escapade at Victoria Secret you all successfully grabbed every useful thing you could find and packed it into the car.

You were almost shaking with excitement when you got home, the clothes feeling like a thousand pounds in your bag.

It wasn't until everything you found that day was sorted through and put where it was supposed to be that you could go back home to Daryl. You walked through the door calling out to him that you were back. "Hey Darlin'. How was the run?" The familiar gravelly voice said from behind you.

You turned to him with a smile and placed your hands on his hips. You gave him a long kiss with a smile. "It went really well. I have a surprise for you actually." You pulled away from his face with only a few inches of space between you two.

"Surprise?" He asked with a vaguely shocked face.

You hummed with a smirk on your face. "Yeah after dinner I'll show you what your present is."

"So it's an after dinner kinda gift huh?"

You nodded before pulling away from him to hide the gifts in your bedroom. "I promise it'll be worth the wait."

It's now dark outside and Daryl is sitting on the front porch smoking a cigarette. You walk up to him and sit down, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh.

You sit in silence for a moment before looking up at him. "Are you ready for your surprise Dar?"

He blew smoke out of his mouth before taking the cigarette from between his lips. "Hell yeah baby." He said before grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him.

You lead him to your bedroom with a laugh excitement flowing through both of your veins. Once the door was closed behind you both you turned and gave him a searing kiss. He grabbed your hips tightly with a hum in the back of his throat.

You slowly pulled away and pushed him onto the side of the bed. "I'm gonna give you a little fashion show. How does that sound?"

He looked up at you with a slight nod before you gently slid away from him. You went to the bathroom and put on the first set you got. It was white lace with a black lace flower pattern.

You slowly cracked the door to stick out your head. "You ready?"

"Been ready Darlin'."

The door was slowly pulled away to showcase your body that you had draped across the doorframe. You smirked at him when you saw his eyes slightly widen.

"What do you think Dar?" You slowly turned you body to show him the whole thing.

"Well shit..." he was almost speechless. He wasn't sure how long he'd last. And this was only the first one!

You walked toward him and placed your hands on his shoulders. "You like it?" Your smirk had yet to wipe from your face.

"I- uh yeah ya look-" he could barely even get the words out. He could only look up and down your body with lust clouding his brain.

"I have a couple more for you to take a look at." You pulled away from him and walked back to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Daryl could barely process the fact that you even left the room.

Meanwhile, you're giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl in the bathroom at the look on his face. Once you were ready you opened the door again, looking at Daryl.

This time you're wearing a dark purple set. It had sheer lace with small lime green polka dots. "What do you think about this one? It's a little different." You said, walking up to Daryl.

"I like it." He said, eating you with his eyes like you were his last meal. You chuckled at him before doing a spin.

He nodded his head looking like his head was in the clouds. You gave his cheek a kiss with a small smile on your face. Walking backwards to the bathroom you closed the door and prepared the next one.

You walked out wearing a pale yellow lace set that had cute little bows on the front. It was less revealing but Daryl liked it just as much as the others. You could only stare as you walked up to him. Completely mesmerized with how beautiful you looked.

He wanted to worship you like a goddess. He would kneel at your altar for the rest of eternity if it meant that you would give him even a fraction of the love and elegance you grace him with everyday. You could be covered in blood and walker guts or be wearing the prettiest pale yellow lingerie he's ever seen and he would still think you're the most exquisite women he's ever seen.

"Ya're beautiful." He said, it was the only thing the connection between his brain and mouth could compute.

And you were just fine with that.

"Yeah?" You ask with a big smile on your face. He nods with a small raspy yeah that makes you chuckle. "If this one is your favorite I'll keep it on so you can make love to me or fuck me however you want."

"However I want?" He seemed almost surprised.

"However you want. We can be all slow and tender or you can fuck me so dumb I'm cock drunk. How does that sound?"

Daryl couldn't even come up with words before he stood to full height in front of you and grabbed under thighs. He turned and layed you on your back, pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. His hands ran up and down your legs searching for a hold.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as a moan left your mouth. Your tongues pressed together and you gave him all control. Daryl moved you up so your head was on the pillow. He took off his vest and threw it to the side before movie his mouth to your neck. He left kisses and bites up the column of your throat.

Small sighs left your mouth and your hands ran up and down his chest. Your fingers started unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. You threw his shirt off to the side and it's lost to floor somewhere with his vest.

His hand made it's way up to the band of your underwear. His fingers slipped past the band and pulled it away from you skin. You yelped when Daryl let it snap back onto your skin.

His hand finally sunk past the band of your underwear and grazed your clit. You let out a sigh and brought you hand to his face to bring your lips to his. He let out a groan when you lightly bit his lip. Your leg jolted as he continued to make small circles on your clit.

You moaned again and pulled away from his lips as his fingers dipped down. "Dar please!" Left your mouth like a mantra as you gripped his shoulders and your legs pulled him closer.

"Hold on Darlin' gotta make sure ya're good and ready yeah?" His movements became faster as he felt you're pussy grip his fingers. You nod as moans leave your mouth from the feeling.

"Dar I'm gonna-" your sentence went unfinished as you felt the coil in your stomach snap. Daryl kissed you through your orgasm as your body finally relaxed. He gently slid the bottoms down your legs and onto the floor before unclipping you bra and placing it next to it. You were panting under him as his hands went to his pants. He had stripped down before you could even offer any help.

He looked in your eyes as he lined himself up with your cunt. "Ya ready baby?" You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his chest. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready." You said in a reassuring tone.

He slowly slid himself into you. "So wet baby. Taking me so good." He played his body on top of you and used his forearms to hold him over you. You sat with him for a second to get used to his size. With a nod from you he started to slowly grind his hips into yours.

Small whimpers left your mouth as his speed increased. He let out heavy breaths and groans along with his thrusts. "Fuck Dar-" you moaned as you nails dug into his back.

"I got ya baby, I got ya"

His hips got faster as you both got closer to release. Your legs locked around his hips to keep him close. "Please baby, cum inside please!" Your eyes were screwed shut tightly as Daryl's jaw hung open in pleasure.

Your pussy gripped his cock as the coil tightened for the second time tonight. "Come on Darlin' cum for me" he said to you. Your nails dragged down his back leaving angry red lines on his skin.

He let out a groan at the sting as his hips stuttered. "Holy shit Daryl!" You said as your orgasm washed over you completely. The squeezing of pussy sent Daryl over the edge as he finally let go with a loud moan. His head fell next to yours as his hips slowed, helping you ride out the wave of pleasure.

The room was quiet aside from the breaths leaving you and Daryl. He slowly pulled out of you as his cum poured out of you. He kissed your cheek and neck as his had brushed your hair out of your face. "Ya did such a good job Darlin'."

You looked up at him as you softly kissed his lips and held his face in your hand. He rolled onto his back next to you. He turned you with him so your head was on his chest.

After calming down you look up to him with tired eyes. "I love you Daryl Dixon."

He looked to you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, "I love ya too Darlin'. So much."

You layed back on his chest as you held eachother in the quiet of the night. Even though the world had practically ended, you had never felt safer and more loved than you did when you were in Daryl's arms.

[xxplaugexx]

october 5th; pegging w/ kamo choso

a/n; this is filthy. {not proofread} pairings; kamo choso x reader warnings; pegging, anal play, crying, overstim, illusions to piv sex, cum eating, hand jobs; praise kink, sub!choso, nicknames {baby, good boy} word count; 589

(important note! i got super busy all of a sudden this month and will have to cut my list down by abt half!! im so sorry 😔)

kinktober masterlist here!

“hmph—wait…wait! baby, please…” choso whines, his face hovering above the sheets, as he claws the bed to ground himself. it was a good idea when you asked, oh so innocently, an hour ago to peg him. he fell to your pleas instantly, as he always does.

the two of you entered the bedroom, and you cooed small praises at him as you opened him up. he knew it wouldn’t end there, yet he was still shocked when you finally showed him the strap you had bought. it was as big as him. he swallowed, but didn’t back down.

so now choso was here, almost crying into the sheets as you pounded into his prostate, one hand steadying yourself on his hip, the other jerking his dick with soft strokes.

you giggle a bit at his whines. “oh…but you were begging for it earlier,” you tease, your movements still relentless. You let go of his dick, pressing your hand to the middle of his back, trying to press him into the bed.

choso concedes, pressing his face into the plush sheets, and arching his back. the new angle forcing a high-pitched moan from his throat. “good boy…”

he whines at the praise and grips the sheets tighter. it felt like a punishment; like you were getting back at him for all the times he ignored your whines and chased his orgasm. but what pleasure could you be getting out of this? was it the way he whined? the way he cried? the way he yearned for you. that would make sense, he decided, he could cum just from hearing you beg him to slow down. why wouldn’t it be the same for you?

he felt a tightness in his stomach as you continued to fuck into him with a rigor he’d known to well. he calls out for you. “yeah baby?”

“gonna cum…” he says quietly, almost embarrassed to be pleasured like this. he hears your mocking giggle again, and he groans. your hand reaches around him, and you go to jerk him off again.

“go ahead and cum, baby,” you mutter into his ear, the sultriness of your tone practically brings him over the edge as he releases into your hand. you slow your pace, letting him ride out the high, before pulling out entirely.

he can’t bring himself to look at you yet, but he hears the velcro of the strap, and something thud to the ground. you walk up behind him and push him to his back. “you okay?”

choso nods as he looks between your eyes. your hand reaches up to his face as you squeeze his cheeks together and force his open. you bring your other hand up to his mouth, fingers covered in his release. he doesn’t hesitate to suck on your fingers, shrinking slightly at the savory taste.

“you did so good for me baby,” you hum, kneeling onto the bed and straddling his lap. you take your fingers from his mouth and press your lips to his. He greedily accepts the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, to deepen it.

you pull away and he wines a bit, before being cut off with a small gasp at the feeling of your hand on his overstimulated cock. “w-what are you doing?” he asks, his eyes, flitting between your hand and your face.

“hm?” you tilt your head. “i didn’t cum yet…you don’t wanna leave me hanging, do you?” you ask.

choso shakes his head quickly. “that’s what i thought…” you say, and sink onto him.

choso whines. it would be a long night. _____________________________

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[arrimorr]

Hello, nice to meet you!! How are you? I'm mesmerized by your art, the way you mix traditional, digital and 3D is fascinating! Also, your OCs and their stories and designs, I'm going through the tag giggling and kicking my feet! I would like to know if you could share your process or how your original characters' stories and designs came to be, the exploration and inspirations for it. I'm utterly fascinated and it made me want to create more and explore my own art!

Hiiiii!!!!!!!! 👋👋👋 Thank you so much, Im really touched by your kind words 😭😭😭

I'm also afraid I won't say anything coherent and useful to your questions, because there are many different directions I can go from with them...If we are talking about mixed media, I'm really into practical effects, that were popular in the old cinema (and can be found nowadays in things like Dhmis and I saw the tv glow), jdkslwlww there is something really uncanny and catchy about the mix of realistic imagery with something way more staged. This similarly applies to making simple and cartoony stuff mixed in with something more detailed and volumetric. Like....my art is FAR from there but this is what currently inspires me

(a trip to the moon 1902)

The funny thing is that I also initially started to play around with clay bc learning 3d was driving me INSANE, tears fell down my face as I went through the stupid donut tutorials, but Im kinda both here and there by the end of it. ANYWAY, if you have any technical questions about clay mixed media or 3d you can always ask me!

And with the characters its just a bunch of things and tropes that are rotating in my head from the media I like (well, in case with the Knight its the opposite actually, I made him out of a bunch of different designs and writing choices that I hate and then got stupidly attached).....My favourite cartoon of all time is Over the Garden wall and I think it shows haha. I also adore how in games like INSCRYPTION, Undertale and Off your main cast consists of "people" that were initially antagonistic to the plot, but, with some time start to feel like friends to the player. I made a bunch of miserable, hateful people that WILL try to kill the main character, but by the end of it, I really want tginf to be about finding human connection in a scenario where everything and everyone is inhuman. I grew up listening to A LOT of horror stories, so thats my comfort media 😔✊

Uhhhh what else...if you like my art I think you will like plastiboo (they have a Tumblr acc!), Im really inspired by what they do. Also lil Cthulhu has absolutely outstanding cryptid designs, and art and ...well..everything...and she has Tumblr acc too!

[thelov3lybookworm]

Hey. I love your work. I notice you write for shatter me and i got to say the amount of attention that booktok and i give to Aaron Warner, I thought there would be an explosion of fanfics. Unfortunately that's not the case. So i was hoping you could write something for me based on him.

So it goes like this. Reader has this guy friend and she is very very very close with him and they even have nicknames. Aaron is so annoyed by this and especially with kenji because he won't stop moking him. That is until reader introduces him as her best friend and kenji is livid. Maybe you could show how they get rid of the guy and kenji and Aaron bonding.

Thank you and have an amazing day ahead!

Not Enough Attention

Summary: Y/n has been neglecting Aaron in favour of... of him.

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A/n: omg anon i feel you because whyyy does pookie not have more fics???? absolutely ridiculous. disappointing honestly 😔 like wanna write for pookie but i have so many drafts rn, but i will write for him because i have a few things planned for him 🤭

(not proofread yet because im about to go to sleep im sorry 🥲)

anyways, enjoyy!!

Kenji was not known to be the smartest creature on the planet, everyone knew that. And that was the only reason Aaron never bothered to converse with him.

But alas, everyone has to face their nemesis at some point.

To make matters worse, Y/n, the only one keeping Aaron sane, was away again.

Probably meeting with her lover.

Aaron had to force himself to not roll his eyes.

"Hey, Warner. Have you seen Y/n?"

Aaron glanced up from the papers he'd been reading through, sighing. "Probably loitering around the building with her new... friend."

Kenji snorted, pulling back the chair in front of him and then practically throwing himself in it. "Aww, is our wittle Warner jealous?"

Aaron leaned back, setting the stack in his hand on the desk. "Wittle?" Kenji opened his mouth to explain, but Aaron cut in before he could spew more stupidity. "Never mind. And I'm not jealous."

Kenji smirked, leaning the chair back so it balanced precariously on its back legs. "Sure you aren't, Warner."

Aaron took a deep breath, trying not to let his words get under his skin. "I'm merely concerned for her safety-"

The door opened then, and both the men turned to look, watching intently as Y/n stepped in, another boy following her.

Aaron's jaw clenched, looking away from her smiling face.

"Y/n! I was searching for you."

Unable to resist, Aaron let his eyes wander back to the people in front of him.

Y/n nodded. "I know, I saw you walk in and thought you might have been looking for me." Y/n glanced back at her new friend. "Oh, and this is my best friend Jack. Jack, this is Kenji."

Jack offered a simple nod to Kenji, impatience shining in his eyes.

Y/n seemed to understand why he was so impatient, and she turned to Aaron.

"I have some work, I'll see you two later, yeah?"

Aaron avoided her eyes as he nodded, waiting for her to leave the office before releasing the breath he didn't even know he had been holding.

Kenji seemed to be lost in thought as he stared after Y/n, his jaw working.

"You know... maybe this needs to be looked into."

Aaron pressed his lips into a tight line to stop himself from smiling in triumph, and stood, dusting off invisible dust from his pants.

"So, what's the plan boss?" Kenji questioned, his expression more serious than Aaron had ever seen.

"We do some work."

Aaron would have never thought that he would be working along side Kenji, let alone looking forward to working with him, but here he was, anticipation building in his gut as he stood leaning against the doorframe leading to the barracks.

Kenji had left him standing there to go search for Jack.

They did not have a solid plan, no matter how hard they pretended. All they had talked about was the fact that they were going to ambush him. And then have a friendly little chat.

Aaron knew Y/n would be mad when she found out, but he couldn't help it. Aaron had never really had friends, so he as quite protective over the ones he now did have. He refused to be overshadowed by anyone, let alone someone named Jack.

Footsteps neared, alerting Aaron. He reached down, patting the gun at his hip.

He knew he shouldn't have to resort to violence, but this was his best friend he was concerned about. He wasn't about to take any chances.

He ignored the voice in his head who chirped about how she wasn't just his friend.

She was also the object of all his desires.

The desire to hold. To protect. To kiss.

The desire to love.

To be vulnerable.

He straightened, clearing his mind of any and all distractions, and turned to watch as Jack walked in step with Kenji, right into the awaiting hands of his doom.

Kenji slowed down the moment his eyes met Aaron's, falling behind Jack in case the fucker decided to run.

Thankfully, he wasn't as dumb as he looked and he just stared at Aaron's looming form.

"Did you need something from me?"

"What are your intentions for Y/n?"

He blinked. "We're just... friends?"

Aaron scowled. "I don't think you have only friendly intentions for her though. Tell me, how many times have you thought of kissing her?"

Jack's eyes bulged at that, and he looked so disgusted with Aaron that even Aaron had to question whether he as mistaken.

"I am not interested in Y/n like that. What even gave you the impression-"

"Don't lie." Kenji sang in a loud high pitched voice, and Jack turned to glare at him.

"I'm not fucking lying. Why do you two think I- is it because we have become close over the past week? Is that it? Is she not giving you two enough attention?"

Aaron didn't let it show on his face, but inside he agreed to that statement to some extent.

He felt like he was being ignored, abandoned, and he did not like it one bit. His father ignoring his existence most the time was enough for him. He didn't need even his best friend and the woman he was in love with to ignore him too.

When neither of them replied, Jack let out a sharp laugh. "Get Y/n. Let her tell you why I've been seeing her out so much the past week."

Kenji winced, his eyes wide with alarm. "I don't think that's a good idea-"

"What's going on here?"

Aaron froze, and so did Kenji as Y/n's voice rang down the hallway.

Jack turned to meet Y/n's gaze as she stalked towards the three men, her brows furrowed.

"Tell them Y/n. Tell them how in love with you I am."

Y/n stared at him, bewildered. Aaron snuck a glance at Kenji, who was staring at the only exit, and Aaron could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"I- what?"

"Exactly. They think I'm here to take advantage of you somehow, and also because they miss having all your attention on them, they cornered me. Trying to do what, I don't know."

Y/n turned to glare at Kenji, who raised his hands and stepped away, avoiding everyones eyes.

"Jack, you go. Get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Jack nodded, clasping her shoulder in farewell as he threw a scathing glare at Aaron, then stalked into the barracks.

"What was that about?"

"Hey! I did nothing-"

At one look, Kenji shut his fat mouth, retreating further as he realised Y/n's glare was now targeted at Aaron.

"You want to explain?"

Aaron swallowed, looking down at his shoes.

She sighed through her nose, rubbing her temples.

"He's getting married."

Aaron jolted, his wide eyes flying to hers.

"Well, not married. Yet. He has been planning on the best way to propose to his girlfriend. He was just asking me to help him plan everything."

Aaron stared at Y/n, not believing his ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Kenji disappearing down the hallway, and Aaron cursed him silently.

"I can't even begin to understand why you would do something like this-"

Aaron knew that if he didn't stop her now, she would keep talking, and while he loved listening to her voice too much to ever want her to stop, he also did not want to be yelled at.

And so what did he do?

Instead of telling her to stop, he stepped forward, and in a moment of sudden confidence, he grabbed her face, intending to hold her until she stopped speaking.

Alas, she had other plans as her eyes fluttered shut instantly, her hands flying to hold onto the lapels of his jacket.

And of course, Aaron was not about to miss a chance to have what he always wanted, so he leaned forward.

And kissed her.

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[moonflowerdamie]

rating yellowjackets ships (lowest to highest!) because i am bored and also because i want people to know just how insane i am for some of the pairings in this show‼️ LETSGOOOOO

•travnat—3/10•

they’re…ok i guess? like. i don’t actively hate them, but i really don’t ship them. and yeah i get that they clung to each other and bonded over dad trauma and stuff, but a) i don’t like travis (PLS DONT ATTACK ME HE’S JUST NOT FOR ME AND I COULDNT GET OVER THE MISOGYNY) and b) i fully believe natalie scatorccio is AT LEAST bisexual and deserves a lady lover!!! so yeah. not for me.

•mistynat—4/10•

ok. OK. hear me out PLEASE bc i know some people are gonna be mad i’ve put them this low. i just don’t really see it? like i fully believe that it’s possible misty had a crush on nat in the teen timeline and i’m pretty convinced adult misty was definitely infatuated/obsessed with adult nat BUT i don’t think nat ever reciprocated? and i can’t see her ever feeling that way about misty IM SORRY. i don’t hate the ship by any means, it’s just not my favourite!!!

•jackielot—5/10•

they’re both pretty femme lesbians and i think maybe they should smooch (and then smooch ME MY GAWD PLS ONE CHANCE😫🙏🏻). that’s all i have to say about that.

•shaunanat—5/10•

i just know the rivalry in s3 is gonna HIT and maybe they should kiss and make up about it (AND THEN KISS ME TOO MY FUCKING LORD I NEED THEM BOTH SO BAD🫦). but fr i mean like a cute idea in another world yk? they would SO bully the shit out of each other and then fuck nasty about it🤝.

•crystal x misty (crusty😭)—6/10•

they were cute!!! they matched each other’s freak🥹 until misty freaked a little too hard 😔 no but actually they could’ve been cute musical theatre gfs and i would’ve been here for it!!!

•taishauna—6/10•

i LOVE their friendship in both timelines and i do prefer them platonically BUT i see the potential. i think they soften each other, and allow the other to process and feel their emotions, and also help to rationalise them. LOVE the friendship and if i didn’t prefer their other ships i could defo see myself getting into them!

•lottielee—7/10•

the disciple and the prophet??? uhhh YEAH. i mean laura lee literally haunts lottie for 25 YEARS. that bitch NEVER got over what they had. are they my favourite ship? no. do i wish they’d kissed in that lake? YES YES YES YES YES. the yearning, the religious symbolism/guilt, the TENDERNESS. i am IN.

•lottieshauna—8/10•

BRRSKLLAKSKS just yes. YES. THE PROPHET AND HER BUTCHER😫. their relationship is so complicated and beautiful but i think they could be very special, specifically in the teen timeline. they’re so fiercely protective of each other but would never admit it. they hate each other. they admire each other. they resent each other. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. i wholeheartedly believe lottie was shauna’s bi awakening when they were like 13 and shauna never really stopped thinking lottie was gorgeous. just. THEM.

•jackienat—8/10•

i am a SUCKER for the popular x loser trope and even more so when they’re LESBIANS😁 like lottie was shauna’s awakening, nat was jackie’s. ONE MILLION PERCENT they were childhood besties and one day they kissed ‘to practice’ when they were like 11 and jackie was like ‘OH😨’ and knew then and THERE she was a lesbian. i love them your honour. like shaunanat, i think they’d bully each other, but i also think they’d be so soft with each other. OH and nat would SO tease jackie for being popular and rich and preppy and call her ‘princess’ in jest but would for real treat her like a princess and would beat up anyone who said a bad word about her. yes PLEASEEEEE.

•taivan—10/10•

THEEE IT COUPLE! they are just *mwah* chef’s kiss. especially in the teen timeline! they just balance each other so perfectly, like they were LITCHRALLY made for each other🥹. van is goofy and silly and a dreamer, tai is serious, intense; a realist. they just so clearly love each other so so much and i ADORE THEM. ‘happy wife happy life’ YYYYEEEAHHHHH. i’m gonna be so devastated when they eventually break up in the teen timeline and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED on if/when van dies in the adult timeline☹️. not even thinking about it actually. just them and their soft tender gay love🤗.

•lottienat—1000000/10•

i genuinely will start tweaking if i think about these two for too long. they just make me so ASKSHSLSLSJSJ😫. i don’t even think i can articulate how much i love them. the rich girl and the burnout. the hunter and the prophet. THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. the bath scene????? DIED DEAD ON THE FLOOR. ‘is that what we are’ GONE REQUIRING CPR. lottie kissing nat’s hands for so long after giving up her leadership, the last thing she had left? SIX FEET FUCKING UNDER😨. nah but fr, i NEEEED them to kiss. they would be so good for each other. the potential is…UNFUCKINGLIMITED (i am choosing to ignore the fact that nat’s dead thank you xoxo). just…the tenderness. the pining. they’re narrative foils. they’re enemies. they’re friends. they’re something more. YELLOWJACKETS…DROP A LOTTIENAT KISS IN S3 AND MY LIFE IS YOURS🙏🏻.

and finally…my fucking roman empire…

•jackieshauna—9999999999999/10•

there is a hole in my heart in the shape of these two. they’re…EVERYTHING. god they just loved each other so much but life and the wilderness and jeff and their own self-destruction got in the way. jackie loved shauna so much it killed her. shauna loved jackie so much she ATE her. they were completely undefinable—best friends, rivals, soulmates. entirely devoted. i just ache when i think about what they could have had. the tragedy of them is life-altering. shauna will miss jackie for longer than she knew her and that fact makes me want TO OFF MYSELF. they are intertwined forever, not knowing where one ends and the other begins. i wholeheartedly believe they were in love with each other but didn’t know how to say it. because of jeff, because it was 1996, because love couldn’t even possibly cover what it was they felt for each other. in my head, they’re together. in my head, they ran away together and lived a long and happy life. and it kills me to know that’s not what happened. they actually make me fucking insane and i’ll never get over them.

now have some memes bc i’m silly like that🤭

[sturnschris]

pairings : dove x fratboy!chris!

content: them meeting for the first time.

warnings: none!

a/n: IF YOU LIKE THIS BLURB INTERACTION WITH THIS POST CAN HELP!! im so inlove with this pairing! haven’t posted in tooo long 😔

inspired by the most talented @sturnioz 💋

love ya!💋

the music is pounding, the walls practically vibrating, and the smell of beer and sweat is starting to stick to your clothes. people are all over the place—laughing, yelling, stumbling past you. you grip your car keys, feeling more out of place with each second, searching the crowd for your friend. she begged you to come. “just for a second, i left my jacket here last night.” but as soon as you stepped inside, she disappeared, leaving you stranded in the chaos of a frat party. you’ve seen him around. chris. he’s leaning back on the couch, half-hidden by his hood, his rings flashing as he messes with a lighter. when his eyes meet yours, there’s that brief flicker of recognition. you freeze for a second, but he just watches you with a slight smirk, like he’s trying to place where he’s seen you. then, like it doesn’t matter, he shrugs. “didn’t think you’d be the type to show up here.” you shift on your feet, uncomfortable. “waiting for my friend.” he takes a drag from his joint, eyes scanning you with an almost lazy interest. “yeah, i can tell. you don’t really fit in here.” you lift your chin. “i’m not trying to.” he snorts. “i know. not your kinda scene, dove.” your brows furrow. “dove?” he tilts his head, studying you. “yeah,” he mutters. “like a dove in a sewer.” your stomach twists. “what does that even mean?” he shrugs. “means you don’t belong in this kinda mess, all clean n’ pretty.” he tilts his head, like he’s trying the name out. “dove,” he repeats, testing it. “you like it?” you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. you just nod, feeling a little weird under his gaze. chris leans back, clearly amused. “yeah you do.” he taps the side of his joint on the table, then looks over at you. “sit down, dove.” you hesitate for a moment, and he raises an eyebrow. “m’not askin’.” you sit down beside him, keeping your hands in your lap, unsure whether to speak or just stay quiet. he doesn’t seem to mind either way.

a/n: im flopping so hard but i love making these so hope you enjoy!