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[escapizm]

“죽지 못한 괴물이 돼가

하지만 이젠 내가 뭘 해야 하는지 알아, 알아”

“Becoming a monster that can't die

But now I know what I have to do, I know"

- Enhypen, “Fate”

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-sixteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Please listen to Eyelids by PVRIS during this chapter. Thank you very much.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

Tags: @thescarlettvvitch @ozwriterchick @waake-meee-up @notingridslurkaccount @niicoleleigh @sammyjoeee @xxrainstorm @dominuslunae @notmaddihealy @malice-ov-mercy @crimson-calligraphyx @iknownothingpeople @writethrough @thebadchic @blackveilomens Claudia on Tumblr @tobe-written @blacksoul-27 @loeytuan98 @loverofagoodbeard @comfortcharactercraze @lma1986 @plutonikchaos1 @spicywhenspeaking @lyschko666 @somewhere-diamond @hi-fancy-seeing-you-here @koskeepsake @bngurngheart @shilohrosechicken @emzandthevoid

READER

With the notebook in my lap, as I sat cross-legged on my bed with Salem curled up next to me, purring away, I watched intently my laptop screen. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it made it hard to breathe. Noah and Jolly were currently performing a live stream on Veeps and from the moment I clicked on the video, I couldn’t stop staring; with his long hair cascading down his face in perfect waves. His face stone with concentration but yet soft with the features I loved.

“Do you think he’ll mess up like the last stream he did?” I asked Salem while scratching his belly.

Noah’s voice was something extremely distinctive, not just anyone could hold a tune or lit a candle to how he sounded. The way he effortlessly went through every emotion in his body. I looked at Noah as he was pretty still, with thick hair and soft eyes, and he swayed so gracefully that it almost seemed as though he was gliding. I’ve seen beautiful men before; men who caught my eye, but to my mind, they usually lacked the traits I found most desirable. Traits like intelligence, confidence, strength of spirit, passion, traits that inspired others to greatness, traits I aspired to myself, all the traits he had.

I hung off the cliff for Noah for a long time until recently, when I fell to the depths below.

It sparked something in me as I watched Jolly and Noah’s performance. I wanted to do something like this too; to showcase my real voice. I was better without Trey; the band was better. Trey wasn’t the end-all, and I wanted to prove it further. I understood the fans; I knew their positions; I understood their inner turmoil and their panic. Change is actually horrific under some circumstances, not all, but surely a few. This one was big.

Hollow Souls was never supposed to be a 3 piece. Hell, we didn’t even have a guitar player and our tech had to fill in when we recorded My House. Which is why I was learning how to play guitar so I could take Trey’s place. A lot of change within a few months and while it was scary, it was also exciting. But that didn’t stop me from questioning once again if we needed another person. What if I wasn’t strong enough to do this alone? Just the three of us? 

What the hell were you worried about, angel?

I was thinking so heavily about what Noah texted me. He was proud of me. Of me! And my friends. That woke me up, he always could. I wanted to grab my phone to call him, and ask him for more reassurance. Our 2:30 conversations were slim and in between and I was struggling with that. I didn’t want to push my luck; he had Bailey.

Bailey.

Bailey.

I rolled my eyes, at the memories of the party. Ridiculous. I was tiptoeing around Noah; I knew if I called him I’d so desperately try to stay on the line. But what if she showed? It was killing me.

Therefore, I was hesitant to perform Eyelids; I was worried Noah’s reaction would warrant further frustration, considering he was in the arms of someone else. I couldn’t handle it because it fucking hurt seeing him with her. I wanted Noah to myself, as selfish as that sounded. I could only hope that in the discovery of my lyrics, he’ll at least know I meant everything we did and said that whole tour, meeting him changed my life for the better; before I hurt him.

I miss him and I only wished I was in his arms.

As the livestream ended, I smiled warmly as Noah and Jolly waved goodbye at the camera and then tried to focus my attention on the paper in my lap.

Amongst the idea of our own live stream, I couldn’t help but want more out of me. It was small; it was something just dying to purge out. However, the more I looked at the lyrics on paper, the more it didn’t fit; it wasn’t me. It was as if these lyrics were meant for someone else.

Letting out a deep breath, I sang a harmony I thought would fit with the lyrics. “Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask.”

The more I read it, over and over. It was good; I’ll say that. But, surely it didn’t belong to me. I could feel that. But I didn’t give up yet. I wrote another verse, hoping this one would speak more of me.

“I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself and tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.”

Fuck, even singing these lyrics didn’t feel right. My heart knew that this didn’t belong to me, it was meant for someone else.

Making a rash decision, I pulled out my phone and clicked on the name I needed help from.

“Hello?”

I perked up at the accent immediately. “Jolly! Hey, it's me. Y/N.”

A light chuckle echoed in my ear. “I know who it is, doll, I have caller ID.”

“Ok don’t be smart,” I teased.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “What do I owe the pleasure?”

I bit my lip, wondering how he would take my idea. It sounded rash in my head but if anyone were to listen to my idea; it was Jolly.

“I have something to run by you. Well, actually a few things.”

NOAH

My knee bounced as I sat in my chair, phone gripped tightly in my hand, as I glanced at the clock on my computer.

2:28.

It has been almost a week now since our last 2:30 call and the last one was short as she was running around Japan with her dad. Things were awkward to say the least at the party the other night and I wanted to make sure that things between us were still good.

Good? What’s considered good anymore? You’re dating someone else, dumbass.

Ignoring the voice in my mind, I let out a deep breath before clicking on Y/N’s name; the ringing echoing loudly in my quiet room. It rang and rang and rang. It went on like this for a few more times until, eventually; I hung up the call with a groan. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet and I typed out a quick message to Malcolm.

ME: Is Y/N around? I tried calling her.

Malcolm: Yeah, she’s been in the shower. Has been in there for a while- too long, maybe shaving or some shit. I’ll have her call you.

An audible, deep groan, fell from my lips as I leaned my head back against the headrest of my chair when the thought of Y/N in the shower.

Naked, water, and soap ran down every inch of her unholy skin.

“Shit,” I cursed when my dick twitched in my sweats.

“Noah.”

Y/N’s voice rang in my ear as my eyes fluttered shut, hands in fists on my thighs. My vision was so vivid as if I was in the shower with her, our wet skin ablaze as I wrapped my arms around her from behind to bury my face into the crook of her neck.

“Angel,” I breathed while my palm pressed against my hard cock in my sweats.

My hips raised from the chair as a moan crawled out of my throat, my hand now all but ripping out my dripping cock from my pants. It was red and thick with the mere thought of Y/N in the shower. Gripping it between my fingers, I slowly pumped up and down, thumb grazing over the pre-cum that leaked out from the slit and circled it around the head of my cock.

“Noah, I need you.”

Her name fell from my lips as a prayer while I leaned farther back into my chair as my hand worked faster, the grip around myself tightened as the orgasm buzzed in my lower stomach. The burn felt so good but it wasn’t enough; I needed something else to help me over the edge.

I pulled the extra skin down tight, cock standing straight up in my hand, as I let out a strangled breath. My orgasm was right there, but I wanted to edge myself longer; I didn’t want this vision to end.

Y/N rubbed the soap over every inch of her skin, her fingers teasing over her nipples as he head fell back, water spraying into her mouth.

But after that vision, another one came to mind which made my hand work in faster strokes. Y/N on top of me with her hands gripping my braids as her mouth fell slack with ecstasy. I consistently became a time traveler of that night, the night she rode me into oblivion. A night I’ll surely never forget. Even in these moments, my mind goes there.

“Fuck. Shit.” I cursed as a shock shot from the base of my spine to the top when my body went stiff, orgasm so close to destroying me.

I jerked when my phone buzzed against the computer desk so I stopped my actions but kept my grip tight on my aching cock to realize Bailey was calling me.

Ignore.

With my phone still in my hand, I quickly went to my photos and clicked on one of my favorite pictures of Y/N; from the day we spent on the beach. She was staring straight out into the water, a small smile playing on her sweet, plump lips.

Fuck, I wished those lips were strangled around my cock.

Once the phone was set up directly in front of me, I leaned back into my chair again and worked my hand in fast short strokes, the orgasm once again burning low in my belly.

“Noah.” Y/N’s voice echoed in my mind again.

“Shit, angel. I’m gonna-fuck,” I groaned low, the noise barely audible as it crawled out of my throat when my release finally washed over me.

Cum shot all over my hand and onto my pants but none of that mattered; my dark eyes were stuck on the picture on the screen. Until a different picture appeared which had me cursing and wiping my cum covered hand on my pants before tucking myself back into my pants. Just a simple phone call from her had my dick aching again.

With a few steady breaths, I ran my clean hand through my hair before answering the FaceTime call; Y/N’s bright smile warming my heart.

“Hi Mochi! I didn’t mean to miss your call. I was in the shower.”

She was sitting on her bed, water still dripping from her wet hair, and internally I groaned when the same thoughts as earlier came creeping back into my mind.

“Oh yeah? You-uh-feeling clean?” I flushed while shifting in my chair.

“Well, yeah,” she chuckled. “That’s what a shower is. Water, soap.”

Naked, I know the drill.

I cleared my throat. “Right. Anyway, can you talk or is this a bad time?”

“Actually, I was going to send this in the group chat but since I have you on the phone, I figured now would be the best time.”

I raised a brow as my heart pounded widely in my chest, wondering what she was going to say.

“Veeps offered Hollow Souls to do a stream as well! So I wanted to make sure you were free to watch it, maybe? Totally fine if you can’t, I know you might be busy with-.”

“I’ll watch it,” I rushed out, not missing a beat. “What time?”

“Oh, in about 2 hours?” She bit her lip, hopeful I’d say yes.

My dick throbbed as memories of moments before her phone call replayed in my mind. “I’ll have the tv on standby downstairs, angel. We wouldn’t miss that shit for anything.”

Y/N smiled brightly as she brought Salem into view of her phone, his green eyes staring directly into my soul. “Salem thanks you for the support.”

“I miss him, we really bonded while you were gone,” I smiled a bit.

“Well, you can come by anytime to hang out with him; or me,” Y/N added the last bit slyly.

“Count me in, angel.”

READER

Once dressed, almost ready for the live stream, I was rummaging through my sock drawer to find a pair of socks when my fingers brushed against something soft. My brow raised as I pulled out two small velvet boxes, my mind immediately going back to my birthday.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I opened the box, and a gasp left my lips as the silver necklace and matching bracelet shined under the light of the room. It wasn't anything over the top and there were no diamonds but that didn't matter to me. I wasn't one for over-the-top jewelry, this simple chain and bracelet were enough.

With wet eyes, I gazed up at Noah, who had a nervous look on his face as he fiddled with his wooden rosary. "Do you like it?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my embrace, burying my face into his neck. "I love it, Noah. Thank you so much."

With the haste of break up, the end of the tour, the move, and everything that happened between Noah and me, I almost forgot about the jewelry. I've stared at this bracelet and this fucking necklace for a while now. To think I had almost forgotten it, I shook my head at the thought. I couldn’t, things that were meant for us to find their way back. Well; at least that’s what I told myself. I yearned for him, his comfort, his gaze. I didn’t plan on falling in love with him. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. I gasped when I realized what that burning feeling in my heart took over my entire existence each time I thought of him or saw him.

I love Noah.

I nearly stumbled on my feet as a breath fell from my lips again. “It’s too late now.”

With shaky hands, I opened the box, my heart skipping a beat. It still took my breath away as I opened the box, clasping on the necklace first then the bracelet.

“I have to admit, Salem” I turned towards the mirror in my room so I could stare at my reflection while the cat sat on my vanity. “Noah did pretty well.”

There was a knock on my open door, and I gave a small smile towards Jolly. “Hey.”

“Almost ready?” He asked.

“Yep.”

He then taped a finger to his neckline twice. “That’s a nice necklace. Who gave you that?”

“It was a birthday gift,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

The corner of Jolly’s mouth turned up in a grin. “That’s not what I asked.”

Ignoring his comment, I slid into my slippers and led him out of my room down to the dining room where we set up earlier.

Jolly first arrived a few hours ago for our daily lessons before helping me set up the stream. After I watched theirs almost a week ago, I asked Jolly if he could come over to help me with my stream. I couldn’t play guitar but we could practice the two songs I wanted to perform.

Chase and Malcolm asked if I needed them for this but I could tell they already had plans. Even though this was a Hollow Souls set, it was more of an acoustic version so Chase on drums and Malcolm on bass wasn’t needed; hence why I asked Jolly to help. First off, who else was better to teach me how to play guitar than him? I knew the basics, but he was helping me hone in on my skills. Second, I needed to talk to him about something important.

As I finished making things were in order, Jolly sat on his chair to strum the first few notes of If I’m There on his guitar.

“Feel comfortable enough?” He wondered.

I nodded while looking at the laptop to make sure the stream was ready; all I had to do was hit the live button.

“Yep. We’ve been practicing every day. It helps I have a great teacher,” I beamed at him. “Thanks for this, Jolly. I didn’t know who else to ask and I know you’re Noah’s friend first.”

Jolly shrugged. “You’re my friend as well, doll. I help my friends and that’s something Noah knows and understands.”

Silence fell between us for a long moment until he hesitated.

“How did you feel about our new single, honestly?”

My shoulders went rigid for a second before I shrugged. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Y/N don’t take this the wrong way, but you can’t be that dense. You know it was about you, right?” Jolly asked.

“I-,” The words died in my throat.

Jolly raised a brow. “Yeah, so tell me. How do you feel about it?”

“Are you my shrink now?” I crossed my arms over my chest, one last ditch effort at shielding myself from admitting the truth.

“No, a friend,” he sighed while setting down the guitar.

Defeated, I fell into the chair with a groan. “I-I feel sad. Noah must fucking hate me.”

“I assure you, he doesn’t,” Jolly said.

“How can you be so sure, Jolly? He went and found someone else. He’s clearly writing how he feels too. I hate feeling like this.” I sat with my hands folded in my lap as I chipped away at the nail polish.

“So talk to him, because I can tell you right now, Noah’s not head over heels for this girl. I think you know deep down what he’s trying to do.”

I refused to meet his gaze as I shook my head. “I don’t know what you mean. I can’t-he seems happy.”

“Y/N,” Jolly sighed. “He’s not happy unless he’s with you.”

“Then he needs to tell me that,” my eyes snapped up towards him. “I was going to express some things I’ve discovered but-.”

Jolly raised his brows. “Discovered what?”

For a split second, I thought about telling him but decided against it. “It doesn’t matter, I can’t mess anything up for him. I need Noah to need me. It works both ways, Jolly.”

“Y/N you’re not understanding you’ve got it all wrong-.”

“Can we move on, please? It hurts enough to think about him with someone else the last fucking thing I want to do is talk about them,” I let out a shaky breath as my bottom lip wobbled.

Jolly gave me a weak smile. “Sure thing, doll. Did you want to go live?”

“Actually,” I bit my lip before reaching over to the table to grab a piece of paper. “There’s something I want to run by you.”

When he nodded, I handed Jolly the paper. “I wrote it about Trey but the thought of recording it scares me. It’s deeper than what I typically write and it's not me. I thought about selling it but that didn’t feel right.”

I watched intently as Jolly read the lyrics, his eyes taking in every inch of the page, the smile on his lips growing with each pass.

“Doll, this is,” he shook his head. “Amazing. Are you sure?”

Our eyes locked as I nodded. “It’s not a Hollow Souls song. But Bad Omens on the other hand, I know you guys can give it the justice it deserves.”

NOAH

“SHUT UP!” I bellowed while tossing a pillow towards Jesse, who was talking extensively to Orie about some shit that didn’t matter. “The live stream is about to start.”

Jesse caught the pillow mid-throw and smirked. “Excited, are we?”

Flipping him off, I sat on the couch with a beer in one hand and my phone in the other, sending another text to Jolly. He’d been M.I. A all day, and we were wondering if he was going to join.

“Has anyone heard from Jolly?” I asked.

Orie shrugged. “I thought he was in his room.”

“We went to lunch earlier,” Michael said while walking into the living room, bowl full of random snacks in his hands before he set them on the coffee table. “But he said he had some things to take care of afterward.”

Just then the stream began and Y/N’s soft voice echoed through the speakers.

“Shit, are we live? Wait, I probably shouldn’t swear on this.”

We all shared a laugh until we saw who was sitting next to her.

“Hi everyone! It’s Y/N from Hollow Souls. You might have noticed that I have a friend here with me today,” Y/N adjusted the headphones before she motioned to Jolly who sat on her left. “Jolly from Bad Omens.”

Jolly waved to the camera. “Hi.”

“I guess that’s what his errand was,” Jesse said while throwing some popcorn in his mouth.

Ignoring him, I wondered why Jolly was with Y/N right now. I wasn’t jealous he was with her. I was jealous that I wasn’t there instead. She looked breathtaking with her long hair pulled back in a tight bun to showcase the sharp features of her face, her plump lips glistening with the lip gloss she must have applied before the stream started. Her bright eyes shined with the excitement of what she was about to perform which in turn made me sit up straighter in my spot on the couch, a proud smile on my face.

“So, the reason Malcolm and Chase aren’t here is because this set is more of an acoustic one. I recently saw some friends of mine do something like this and wanted to try it,” she smiled over to Jolly.

“I’m here for moral support,” Jolly said.

“He’s actually been teaching me guitar the last week because I wanted to do more for this band since we kicked Trey out,” Y/N revealed.

At the mention of his name, I felt my face twitch but kept it as stone as I could, not wanting to give anything away to the rest of the guys. They were the only three of the entire group that didn’t know the truth about Y/N’s relationship with Trey.

“Did you know Jolly was teaching her guitar?” Jesse asked me.

I shook my head while running a hand through my hair. “I had no idea she wanted to learn. I mean, I knew they had to figure out a guitarist moving forward but didn’t know she wanted to play.”

“She didn’t ask you?” Orie wondered.

I shrugged, wondering the same but did my best not to dwell on it as I went back to watching the feed.

“So, I’m going to sing two songs for you guys today. The first one is a cover, and the second is something new. It’s nowhere near ready for release but it’s been weighing heavy on my heart the last few weeks since I wrote it.”

Y/N adjusted her headphones before glancing over to her laptop. “Woah, the chat is going crazy you’re here, Jolly.”

He hummed in amusement while tuning the guitar. “What are they saying?”

“Where’s Noah? When is the collab with Bad Omens coming?”

Y/N snickered before looking back at the camera, giving a wink. “I don’t know. Noah has my number.”

Quickly pulling out my phone, I pulled up the stream to add something to the chat.

“Oh, look who joined the chat. Jolly, Noah is wondering if you could bring pizza home,” Y/N laughed as she read my comment.

I chuckled to myself as we saw Jolly roll his eyes. Then Y/N read my next comment, her cheeks flushing red; something others might not have noticed. But I did. I watched and analyzed everything she did with a careful eye.

The comment I sent in the chat was something simple; something only a few of us would understand.

We can talk about the collab during our next phone call.

She shifted in her chair, a hint of a smile on her face. “Well, my first song might sound familiar to a lot of you. It’s my first time performing it but unlike Noah did last week, I won’t mess up the words.”

Jolly broke out in laughter before playing the opening notes of the song; one I recognized immediately even though I knew which one she meant before Jolly played the first few notes of the song. There was only one song I messed up on a livestream recently. If I’m There.

Her beautiful voice stung deep into my veins as I fell back on the couch.

“Oh. Shit,” Orie spoke. “No offense, man, but Y/N kills your lyrics.”

I nodded, numbly as I agreed with him. It was as if my lyrics were made for her voice, the sultry tone of it sending chills all over my body. She gripped the microphone with a soft touch and my cock twitched as I remembered earlier up in my bedroom.

As she got to the verse I messed up on my own livestream, Y/N’s eyes opened to throw a quick wink and smirk toward the camera when she sang it perfectly; almost annoyingly perfect.

I felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of my head and briefly tearing my gaze away from the television; I shot Jesse a look.

“What?”

He pursed his lips while shaking his head. “You haven’t stopped smiling since she came on the screen. You look like a kid that was given free rein in a candy store.”

Rolling my eyes, I focused back to Y/N just in time as she sang the last two lines of the song.

“And if you're there to catch me when I fall then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all,” she breathed before pushing away the microphone from her a tad.

Shit.

This was different than Hollow Souls. The softness of the song was fucking made for Y/N and something she needed to do more of.

“Fuck yes,” she beamed but then smacked a hand over her face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to swear. I’ll add it to the jar Malcolm has on top of the fridge.”

“He doesn’t?” Michael chucked.

I nodded while taking a long drink of my beer. “He does. I saw it when I was there taking care of Salem. Thing is empty but fuck is in their everyday vocabulary so you know they’re not adding to that shit.”

Noticing she was reading the comments once again, I quickly typed out one.

Great job, Y/N! Feel free to cover any of our songs. I’d always watch it with a proud smile.

Even though she didn’t say she read it, I knew she did with the way the corner of her lip raised and the way her eyes crinkled at the sides.

“Alright, the last song is a new one. We do plan on having it on the next record but it will sound different from what you’ll hear right now. My friends, thank you for watching. This one is called Eyelids.”

This had me sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, as excitement filled me.

“I'll face my fear of the evening once I get used to this feeling. I can't sleep. That's when you're torn away from me. While I'm dreaming I feel you leaving.”

My jaw fell slack, hearing the rawness in her voice with the pure emotion being poured out of her soul.

"I'll face my fear of the sunrise when I wake up with your hand inside mine. It's hard to say good morning when it's followed with goodbye. Just wanted to say good night.”

Something glinted on the screen, which immediately took my gaze away from her face down to her neck, my heart and breath catching in my throat. I remained silent as my body leaned closer to the television.

“What are you doing, man? Did you forget your glasses?” Michael joked.

His voice was a white noise as I moved from my spot on the couch to the coffee table, now sitting directly in front of the screen.

What the fuck?

Is that?

I inched closer and closer to that television, I couldn’t hear what was being said to me as I scrunched my face up and began squinting.

No, it can’t be.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

It hung almost a little well above her cleavage, that beautiful silky neck- my eyes moved quickly to her wrists.

“Let me see,” I muttered under my breath.

I made an inaudible sound from my throat, mouth peering a little open.

She was wearing them; both of them. My heart raced even further, longer, more rapidly.

I was feeling a lot of things at once; I didn’t quite know how to place them. I needed a beer. I needed to talk to my shrink. That’s what I should do, because the panic was setting in, this ache was almost unbearable.

Why, why would she want to wear them after everything? Even now?

I’m hurting her right back, aren’t I?

Everything has become a puddle of mud, a mess of my volition now. I did this. All I could think while seeing the jewelry I gifted her, all I could hear while listening to her voice was “Maybe, just maybe I’ll come back to you.”

She was occupied by her own complicated thoughts - you could tell from the way she was squinting and moving her mouth.

Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe until-.

“I'll face my fear of the cold nights when you leave me behind. I felt your hands in my hair. I felt your breath on my neck. Yeah, I need to feel you again. Just wanted to say good night.”

My body went still, all the air taken from my lungs, as I watched her lips move. Her own personal conflict was clear in the way the muscles in her jaw tightened and her eyes screwed shut.

No, it couldn’t be.

She didn’t.

Did she?

Was this about us?

No, I’m overthinking this.

“Our eyes fighting the light but I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Orie smack Jesse on the shoulder and motioned to the stillness of me; still unmoving.

“Our eyes fighting the light. But I'm not ready to say good night, ooh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. Say good night.”

I could see Jolly vibing along to the lyrics next to Y/N but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered more than this moment right here as I watched her pour every feeling about that night into this one song. My heart fell deep into the pits of my stomach when I saw her grip the necklace, playing with it between two fingers.

These eyes are closed again for yet another night I wake up and I can feel you by my side. But I can't find you in the dark when you're so far. Yeah, that's the hardest part. Here comes the hardest part.

My eyes dropped slightly in tangent with my shoulders.

Our eyes fight the light. But I'm not ready to say good night oh. I try and hold on tight 'cause it's just not time to say good night. To say good night.

As the last lyric faded into the air, there was a hushed recording playing some words in the background; another small thing I picked up on.

“I mean in what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you? I don't even know how it happens. Well, I hope you're having sweet dreams. And you call me when you wake up.”

Fuck.

My bottom lip trembled when I recognized that voice. It was Y/N’s, and it wasn’t just any kind of recording. No, it was a voicemail she left me while she was in Japan. It was right after I missed one of our 2:30 calls. I was asleep but once I noticed she called me less than an hour later; I listened to the voicemail before quickly calling her back.

“Okay, that deserves a curse,” Jolly said. “You fucking killed that, Y/N.”

She was beaming with pride. “Holy shit, guys. You don’t understand how long I’ve had this festering inside of me. It feels so good to get out.”

Y/N clicked on the laptop to read through some of the comments, a small frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh my god. Are you and Trey getting back together?! You were so perfect. No, we’re not getting back together. I grew up since the breakup; I became a savage. But not everything is about fucking Trey. This is just a song about a really awesome guy. That’s it.”

I was still, like a statue, unmoving and unnerving as Joly and Y/N said their goodbyes before the stream ended; a black screen mirror back to me.

Jesse leaned forward in his chair. “Noah-.”

Hearing my name broke me out of the trance and without saying another word, I jumped up from my spot on the coffee table and took the stairs two at a time, my footsteps thundering throughout the house before I slammed myself into my bedroom.

Tears threatened to spill, burning at the corners of my eyes, but I held them in with a choked sob as I ran a shaky hand over my face.

I didn’t know what to make of anything anymore. Maybe just romantics would call this a twisted, toxic beginning to a love story while the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind, it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it doesn’t change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow and that I- I love her.

Ripping the drawer of my desk open, I rummaged through the useless crap, already knowing what I was looking for. I tossed the velvet boxes to the side and cradled the jewelry, my large hands encased them. I pressed them on my forehead and let the tears finally spill to the floor as I fell to my knees, resting my back up against my bed.

I cried; actually fucking cried.

The necklace and bracelet shook in my hands as the sobs wrecked through me. I haven’t cried like this in a long time mostly because I hated being this open and vulnerable. It made me sick, knowing that I wasn’t able to protect myself from these feelings right now. I spent my entire life protecting myself from these feelings only for Y/N to sink her claws into me in the best way possible.

“I love her,” I choked out through sobs, realizing what I felt earlier. “I fucking love her.”

NOAH

I wasn’t sure how long I kneeled on the floor, jewelry grasped deep in my palms as it dug into my skin. But it wasn’t until there was a soft knock on the door that pulled me from the despair. Red, puffy, bloodshot eyes glanced up at Jolly, whose shoulders fell as he took in my state; tears dried to my face and hair a mess from running my hands through it.

“Noah,” he muttered.

“Please leave me alone right now.” I whimpered lowly, refusing to meet his gaze again.

“No. Jesse said watching her perform Eyelids fucked you up. What’s going on?” Jolly kneeled in front of me.

“I can’t-,” I choked on a sob. “I don’t want to deal with this.”

Jolly rubbed his jaw. “Was it the song or the jewelry?”

My eyes snapped up to him. “How did you know about the jewelry?”

“You used the band card to charge it, goof. I see everything,” Jolly gave me a small smile.

“Fuck. Sorry,” I sighed.

“It’s okay man, it’s okay,” he reassured me with a strong grip on my shoulder.

“No, no, it’s not. I’m tired of feeling. I want to disappear, just disappear.”

Jolly now gripped both of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "No, you don’t. Don’t say that shit.” 

“I just mean I wish it wasn’t this. Y/N’s been giving me mixed signals.” I mumbled.

“Have you thought you’re doing the same? You’re literally hanging out with another woman out of spite,” He raised a questioning brow.

I leaned my head against the side of my mattress. “She won’t tell me how she feels, I’m trying to show her. I’ve always tried to show her.”

“There’s a saying.” Jolly paused, trying to think of the right words to say. “We are defined by what we do, not just nice words. However, I think you’ve shown enough, Noah. It’s time you use your words.” 

“I don’t know how,” I admitted with a shaky breath after a long beat of silence.

“If you’re not comfortable talking about it with us, Noah. Talk to your therapist about it- but this has to stop. It’s draining you.”

I saw the way Jolly’s mouth twitched, his own emotions close to slipping through his own mask, but he held it stronger than me.

“Once you’re in a better place, come to the studio. I have something to show you.”

I nodded. “Sure, yeah. Might be good for me to write something.”

Jolly gave one last squeeze to my shoulder. “Love you, man.”

“You too. Thank you.” I smiled.

NOAH

An hour and a long shower later, I walked down the hallway toward our studio with a new tune in my head. The lyrics were loud in my mind as I played with the new bracelet on my wrist, twisting it between two fingers.

“There’s not another way don’t let me go, don’t dig another grave today,” I sang under my breath as I walked through the door.

Jolly was sitting on the couch in the room, guitar on his lap and notebook on the floor at his feet. He looked up as I walked in and had a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey, you better?”

I gave a small nod. “Yeah. What’s this?”

As I sat on the couch next to him, I went to reach for the notepad before he placed a foot over it, blocking me from retrieving it.

“Y/N gave me something earlier. I really like it but wanted to run it by you, if you were comfortable,” Jolly said hesitantly.

I tensed, not knowing how to feel. I wasn’t comfortable with whatever Jolly needed to show me but knowing it was from Y/N eventually made me agree.

He removed his foot so I could grab the notebook, eyes immediately scanning over the lyrics on the page.

Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart. And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah. Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past but I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down, and I'll never be the same. I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.

My heart stuttered in my chest as I licked my lips. “Wow, that’s impressive. When did you find the time to write this? Usually, that's my wheelhouse.”

“Noah cut the shit. You know this isn’t my work. I just told you, it’s Y/N’s,” Jolly sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m just being a dick.” I snorted a laugh while bumping his shoulder with mine.

“Yeah, you are. Now what do you think? We can use this, no? As inspiration, maybe?”

Suddenly the lyrics I sang a moment before walking into the room played in my mind again; I hummed them under my breath, adding it to the lyrics Y/N wrote.

“One second,” I muttered while pulling out my phone.

ME: You sure you want us to have your lyrics?

Y/N’s response was immediate.

Angel 🪽: Nobody could do it better than you guys. You’ll give those lyrics the justice it deserve.

Leaving the message on read, Jolly and I worked tirelessly to rework the lyrics together and when I felt we were in a good position with them, I reached for my phone again. There was still a lingering feeling festering deep inside of me, that I wanted to make sure Y/N was fine with.

ME: I’m taking creative liberty for this, are you good with that?

Angel 🪽: What's mine is yours, Noah. 

Yeah, not everything.

[lotus-n-l0ve]

"𝐀-𝐀𝐫𝐞........𝐀𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐡-𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐞?"

— Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji x Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When a hoodie and picture makes Draken think that you are cheating on him.

☯ WARNINGS : Cursing, making out at the end, cock-blocked, 1.2k words.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. Since you guys liked Mikey one so much I decided to write one for his best friend as well. Tumblr is being such a bitch. I can't save darfts, edit my works or anything. I hade to do this one for at least nine times.

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Draken waits patiently outside of your house for you to open the door and bless him with your beautiful face. This was going to be the first time he came to your house. He was pretty nervous. Can you believe The Draken is nervous?

Finally the wait seemed to be over when the wooden door opened, revealing your adorable form. You were almost drowning in the sage green hoodie that you were wearing, paired with matching socks.

Your face lit up when you saw your giant but gentle boyfriend, "Draken, you are here? Come in, come in."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind with your leg. Draken chuckled at your antics. Someday you will be the death of him. You can stab him with a knife and he will let you.

You dragged him to your bedroom where you were going to watch the new airing anime with him. You were so excited to spend some time with your boyfriend and enjoy the anime.

"Sit here."

You told him to get comfortable as you fetch your laptop. In no time Draken was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back resting on the headboard and you were sitting between his legs, your back on his chest.

Draken had his hands wrapped around your shoulder, caressing his thumb over it occasionally. Your attention was on the laptop in your lap while he had his on you. Don't get him wrong, he did like anime but this one was just not his type.

He tightened his hold, pulling you in his chest even more. He buried his face in your nape, taking a long breath. But his face soon turned into a frown. Draken took another sniff and the frown deepened.

Your hoodie smelled of a men's cologne. Draken knew because Sanzu always wears this one. But since when do you like this kind of smell? Till today he knew that you liked floral scents and this was anything but floral.

Draken stopped himself before he concluded something stupid. You were not the type to cheat. You were too nice and kind to cheat. Yes, nothing happened. You probably tried something new.

Draken reassured himself but that quickly broke when his looked to the side. On your nightstand, there is a photo framed in gold. The picture is of you with a guy, not much older than Draken himself.

The problem isn't that. The problem is you had your arm wrapped around his neck while he had his around your waist. You were kissing his cheeks and he was wearing the sage green hoodie you had on right now.

Were you really cheating on him? Was he not enough? Did you even love him?

Draken could feel his heart breaking into millions of pieces. You were the light of his dark heart. A fresh breath of air in his suffocating life. But now he was not even sure whether all this was even true.

His hold around you loosened, diverting your attention from the anime to his, now loose, arm.

You turned your head to the side, "Draken, What happened?"

Your expression morphed into a confused one when he didn't answer. You called him a few more times but he remained silent. You could feel something was wrong. Draken never ignored you. Even if he is fighting someone, if you call, he would pay all his attention to you.

You paused the video, put the laptop on the bed and turned to him, still between his legs, "Draken?"

His head was hung low, so you could not see his face, a dark shadow casted on it. You brought yourself down and saw his face, only to gasp. Draken was clenching his jaw hard to not let the glistening tears that had gathered in eyes fall. His lips were pressed in a tight line, trying to suppress the sobbs.

"O my gosh! Draken?" You panicked as you cupped his face in your hands and tilted it up, "What's wrong baby?"

Draken refused to meet your eyes as he stuttered with a breaking voice, "A-are……..are, are you ch-cheating on me?"

His voice reduced to whispers at the end. Your eyes widened with shock at his acquisition.

"No, why would you think that?" You asked, wiping the falling water down his face.

He brought his both hands up and gripped your hoodie by the waist, "Who-se h-hoodie is this?"

You tilted your head slightly, which Draken would find endearing had he not been looking down, "My brother's, see."

You said as you pointed at the same photo on the nightstand. His head snapped up hearing your answer. He followed your finger pointing and saw the photo. Suddenly Draken felt so stupid. Of course you would never cheat on him, or anyone else for that matter. You can't even lie to save your life.

Suddenly Draken threw his hand around you, pulling you in his chest and catching up off guard. His head buried in your neck. You could feel him taking deep breath. You wrapped your arm around his torso, running a palm on his back to calm him down.

What am I going to do with this gentle giant?

You shake your head. As you understand the sudden behaviour of Draken, you fail to surpress the laugh and before you know, you were cracking up like there's no tomorrow.

"Hahaha, Draken you really thought I was cheating on you?" You almost choke on your words, "You accused me of cheating and now you are the one crying? O you cry baby."

Draken gave you a tight squeeze, "Stop making fun of me."

"Ok ok, you cry baby." You said but made no move to actually do so.

Draken pulled his head back, glaring at you, "Will you stop?"

You nod but the pout on his face made laugh even move, "The great Draken is crying."

"So you want to laugh huh? Let's see just how much you can."

In a flash you were lying on the bed on your back and Draken hovered over you. Draken slammed his lips on yours. The teste of your lip balm filled his senses. His plams slides up your hand to your palms and interwinded your fingers, holding you in his firm hold.

He broke the kiss and drifted kisses down your throat, drawing moans out of you. You throw your head back to give him more space. His touch glided at the base of your throat.

"Uh-nn……. Draken, fuck!" You whispered. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Why aren't laughing anymore huh baby? Cat caught your tongue?" Draken taunted.

You watched with confusion as he released his hold on you and got off the bed.

Draken started walking out of the room, "Good bye, baby. I have to go meet Mikey."

"Wait! Draken Where are you going?" You shouted, panicking, "You can't leave like this. What about me?"

Draken turned his head back to face you and said with a teasing tone, "You should have thought about that before making fun of me."

With that he walking walking out of the house, leaving you hot and horny. His lips curled up to a smirk when he heard your frustrated scream. This was your punishment but he will make sure to take care of you tonight. So much that even your parents will hear how much of a whore their daughter is for him.

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

[thesupreme316]

Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

[liasadventuretime]

✦ TATE'S SWEATER

PROMPT  ➜ you missed him. you missed his cologne, his breath, his everything. but with tate’s sweater on, you find yourself craving something more. 

TAGS ➜ oral sex fem receiving, degradation, edging, masturbation, tate’s a bit mean.

you and tate have been dating for a few months now. he’s been overall very sweet, patient and caring. 

you always talked a lot about many things, since it’s your first relationship and still need to discover what you like and what you don’t. 

you knew pretty much everything about him, from the school shooting to his mommy issues, and saying that his problems with his mom turned you on is way too little in comparison to what goes thru your mind when he sobs in your arms and acts like you’re his mom. 

you liked to keep that sweet and innocent version of yourself, that knew nothing about sex and needed to be reached everything, but you and him knew you weren’t like that at all. 

tate knew everything, everything you were into, everything you liked doing in bed, everything that turns you on. 

he knew everything, he knew you were a little slut that gets wet when he accidentally calls you mom and cries. his clothes where basically yours, but you’re favourite sweater in the whole world was the striped green and black sweater, had his tobacco and clean smell which you loved. you were laying on your bed, only wearing a pair of lacy black panties and his sweater, scrolling thru your laptop on your favourite social, Tumblr. 

after a bit you got bored and tate told you a few days ago he had something to do, you don't know exactly what he was doing, but you trust so there was no problem. it was probably going to take a few more hours before he gets back, so you took your chance to something fun. 

tate had the most beautiful hands in the world, so it wasn’t your first time fantasising about them. you started touching your inner thigh caressing it, before slowly making your way to your clothed pulsating clit. 

you delicately started touching it, drawing little circles, with your eyes clothes to keep the image of Tate’s hands in your mind. after a bit you started gradually going faster, and you couldn’t keep in your moans anymore. as you were staring to climax, you accidentally moaned his name softly almost a whisper as if you were scared someone could hear you. 

“didn't know you were that much of a needy slutty whore” 

you almost had a heart attack while immediately opening your eyes and lifting yourself up, only to notice that tate was carefully watching you with a bit of rosy cheeks. 

you didn't know what to say, you just got caught pleasuring yourself with his sweater on, while he was bare chested. you felt so embarrassed and humiliated, acting like such an angel all the time and now being seen doing such lustful and sinning things. he smirked. 

“I was looking for my sweater, but I guess I found something better than it. why did you stop ?” he says in an almost mocking voice. you lower your gaze not knowing what to do while you’re feeling tears form in your eyes. god, this is so humiliating. 

“it’s almost funny because two minutes ago you were full on moaning my name in my sweater, and now you’re suddenly too shy to speak ? what the fuck is wrong with you ?” it was too much, you felt the hot tears roll down your cheeks trying to not desperately sob. 

“fucking answer me when I talk to you” he suddenly moved near you, grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling it to make you look at him. you were so beautiful, eyes red from the tears, rosy cheeks and nose, with the doest eyes possible. he started getting aroused, but this was not about him, this was about you. god, he wanted to fucking destroy you. 

he slapped you, leaving you both shocked and aroused at the same time. he was progressively getting more and more angry. “when I ask you something, you need to fucking answer, and don’t even try to hesitate because you didn’t hesitate a second to get aroused in my sweater and fantasise about me. you get it ?”

 “yes” 

“yes what ?” 

“yes, tate.” 

“good girl” 

he carefully pressed his lips into yours, but it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t fucking enough. you started to go down his neck and start kissing. you stopped immediately when you felt him yank your hair while you were still trying to decide if you liked it or not. 

he looked down on you with disgust. “god, you can’t even wait a second ? be patient, I'm already being way too nice.” you nodded, but you couldn’t help but cross your legs a little bit, trying to apply more pressure to the desired area. you thought he was fucking dumb and wouldn’t notice it, now did you ? 

he pulled you by your legs positioning them around his waist, and when you felt the cold air hit your clothes clit you flinched. he rolled his eyes and tried to keep your legs as open as possible. he didn’t say anything and palmed your panties, getting a whine out of you. 

he suddenly slapped your pussy ( oml using this word is the most embarrassing thing ever ) as you opened your mouth in shock and started getting flustered. you started to shake a bit so his cold hands traveled on your thighs keeping you still. 

he used one of his fingers to bring your panties to the side. you noticed that he started breathing heavily, while his finger got in between your wet folds. you tried to keep in your moans but it was too fucking much, you weren’t used to this much teasing. 

“are you a virgin ?” he asked with a breathy low voice as you nodded in response. he teared your underwear apart, and least to say you didn’t expect it. this man is dangerous, a psychopath but if all psychopaths were this good at sex, you would’ve started taking trips to the asylum instead of using dating apps. 

“lay down” he said, while guiding you on how to position yourself, while his face was resting in between your thighs. he slowly started kissing the inside of them with slow soft motions, but you were about to fall apart, and it was embarrassing to say that you were about to cry. 

“please” it only took you to say this word for him to immediately look at you with the biggest smirk of all times. 

“what did you say ? speak up I can’t hear you” 

“please, it hurts” you couldn’t help it anymore and started basically sobbing while he was laughing at you. 

he slowly licked from the bottom to the clit with his tongue, like a cat drinking milk. 

you immediately felt a bit more relieved, but you were hungry for more now. he crawled down the bed, stood up and started looking for a sweater in his closet. 

you were surprised and incredibly frustrated, he sometimes could be such an egoist. you stood up even tho your legs where shaking like there’s no tomorrow. 

“what the fuck was that ?” while wearing a sweater, he replied in a dry tone “next time maybe you’ll learn to wait for me instead of trying to compare my fingers to yours.”

[a-victorian-girl]

This shouldn't have happened.

Hi! Remember this scene?

Sure you do. Jesus Christ, it destroys me every time I see this, even if it's just a GIF... And you'll probably agree with me that such a scene should never have happened. Damn you, Moffat.

So what if... I can change it?

This is the final result:

Much better. As it should be. At least one frame! 😅 (an AU frame, let's say...), where there were no punches from John, no open wounds, no blood on that beautiful face.

I've had this project in mind for a long time, but it was my friend Smartin and her gifset that fueled my desire to see Sherlock without a single bruise (this is my counterattack, sweetie! 😜)

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello Tumblr Peeps😁👍I decided to write another fanfic with Choso in it😃👍This time it will a head cannon(?) type of Choso fanfic and I'm definitely letting him have this head cannon(?) by himself this time😃👍

🐨🩸The Usual Routine, While Living With Your Boyfriend, Choso🩸🐨 (Choso x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Head cannon(?) and Fluff

*When Choso first wakes up in the morning, he will makesure he's still snuggling with you, while trying not to wake you up. He will wait until you wake up, before he says, "Morning, my angel...", then starts kissing you, because he knows you enjoy his kisses, as long as you're awake. This is definitely one of the times of the day where he's the most clingy, usually.

*Choso always tries to makesure he cooks breakfast for you. He just loves to cook for you, especially breakfast food. However, if you do cook breakfast for him, he will enjoy how you cook for him, as he appreciates that you're trying to cook for him.

*Choso will definitely help you with chores around the house you share with him. He just enjoys helping with the chores, no matter what chores it is, especially any chores you've doing. That includes laundry and the dishes. It's a bonus, if you thank him and show him that you appreciate his help alot.

*You and Choso have words that you both enjoy hearing from eachother (especially certain words by themselves) and/or nicknames, however if one of your favorite words that comes out of his mouth is "supernova" (especially if you overhear him say it) and he finds out about it, he definitely would be surprised and find it cute at the same time. He will call you his "supernova", as one of his nicknames for you and he will randomly say supernova, just to make you smile and blush.

*Choso does tend to be protective of you, especially if you do wear certain clothes (particularly the clothes he enjoys on you), so even without certain clothes he still gets a little protective of you. He does trust you alot despite of his clingy and protective nature towards you, however to him one of his priorities is to makesure you're safe and unharmed, as your safety matters to him.

*Just like breakfast, Choso tries to always cook supper for you, however if you're not home yet, he will surprise you with recipes you like or would like to try out. He will glace at you watching videos (laptop and/or cellphone), so he's trying to be thoughtful of you. On the other hand, you somehow makesure he's either doing something while he's not home or in a other room where he can't peak at what you're making for him to surprise him with, so he will be thrilled that you surprised him and will thank you and show you his appreciation for what you did for him.

*Before bed, aside from the routine some people do, Choso will watch movies and/or shows and/or anime with you, when you decide it's movie night. And if you like any board games, he would be more than happy to play board games with you, as long as you decide on playing board games. No matter your routine with him before bed, he definitely enjoys his time he spends with you.

*When both you and Choso get ready for bed, he loves snuggle time with you, So, this will be that time of night where he's usually at his most clingy. He will sweetly say, "Night, cuteness... I love you and sweet dreams, beautiful...". You will then reply, "Night babe... I love you too, and sweet dreams to you too, my koala bear...", before that both of you give eachother pecks on eachother's lips, then he has you start becoming his spoon, during snuggle time, before sleep, He will makesure he waits until you fall asleep before he tries sleeping himself, so the both of you will drift off, as the both of you end up having sweet dreams...

🩸🐨The End🐨🩸

I hope this head cannon(?) with Choso (by himself) makes your day and/or night my Tumblr Peeps☀️🌕😁👍I had fun writing down some ideas for this Choso head cannon(?) fanfic😃👍I definitely have so many fanfic ideas I wanted to write about pertaining him and there still are some ideas I would like to write about him that I haven't written about that will likely have plans on writing about😇I hope you had fun reading this Choso head cannon(?)🐨🩸😁👍

[chweverni]

For Lovers (2004)

pairing; bf!leehan x fem!reader synopsis; just a cozy day between the two, visiting shops and buying stuff to decorate their shared apartment together. word count; 562 words author's note; HEAVILY INSPIRED by Lamp's 2004 album "For Lovers", i felt like leehan would just do this yk.. im down bad. he's just so obsessed with fishes im :(( hes too pure for this world istg i hope everyone reading this has the most awesome holidays!! <3

"what theme should we go for, baby?"

you asked, swinging your interlocked hands, walking happily at the sidewalk, with your lovely boyfriend, leehan. he just happened to be staring at your excited face when you asked that, because he flinched as soon as you asked that. he chuckled as he replied, "i wanna paint it with corydora catfishes and uhhh, maybe some kois too!"

you chuckled at his antics, "maybe we'll buy oil paints on the way, okay?". he nodded with agreement.

you and leehan had just inaugurated your apartment last week, with all the furniture shipped safely and put in their places just how you wanted them. but something was still missing, and leehan suggested that maybe, you both should just try out painting the apartment by yourself. and it just so happened that, you came across a million videos of couples painting together on instagram, so you agreed instantaneously!

you both entered an antique shop first to collect some pieces to put in your room, still holding each others hands. the old lady at the counter smiled at you both, "ah! hello; what may this young and beautiful couple be looking for at my shop today?". maybe if you both weren't blushing hard right now, shying away from each others' gazes, you would've definitely been embarrassed right away.

as you walked through the store, leehan pulled you towards a wooden fish-souvenir, smiling contently to himself. "honey, don't you think this would look really cute on our bedside table? imagine waking up next to this cutie every morning!". you chuckled and replied, "i would rather wake up to this cutie!", as you tapped his cheek. he blushed again, this time leaving a kiss on your nose.

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you fixed the laptop on the table as you carefully drew the fish with a pencil on your wall. leehan joined you too, drawing on the opposite side with utmost concentration. two hours passed, and now you both were painting the fishes with the oil paints you bought earlier, and god, leehan was looking very boyfriend material right now. the paint-stained aprons, his concentrated face, his fingers handling the paintbrushes ever so delicately, he looked straight out of a book or a movie or a music video, you couldn't really put a finger on it. but you loved him a lot.

while you contemplated on these thoughts, leehan also halted to observe you and observe he did. he was quite flustered because damn, you were really absorbing every single feature of his and it was making his stomach do backflips. he inched closer to you, making sure not to frighten you as he held onto your waist to pull you closer.

"hannie, what are you doing-"

"loving you. that's all i can do."

he replied as he kissed you, pulling you ever so closer to him, you could literally feel each others' hearts beating rapidly. you wrapped your arms around his neck too, deepening the kiss. the music playing faintly in the background added to the ambience.

"i don't know how i bagged this book boyfriend."

"i don't know how i bagged you; i love being with you; i love you."

"i love you too, hannie.", you hugged him again, this time suggesting, "maybe we should wrap up for today, baby?". your boyfriend nodded, as you both went to the kitchen to grab some food.

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this is it <3 i hope i did him justice!! as always if anyone wants a continued ver. of this lifestyle, im willing :)

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr! come back for more :3

[art]

Creator Spotlight: @still-life-mostly​

Muhammad Hardi Saputra, familiarly called Hardi, is a self-taught miniature still-life photographer and stop motion artist. His work is a mix of craft, comic, and fantasy elements. It aims to bring peace and tranquility to the viewers through their imaginations. His childhood dream was to create pictures that would make people happy just by looking at them. He has found a way to do exactly that by combining the beauty of miniatures with the art of photography. The stories he tells through his photographs are full of life and give the viewer a sense of nostalgia. He loves crafting and creating art that has a story behind it. To him, each piece has a life of its own, and he allows it to speak for itself. He says, “Art is a collaboration between the artist and the viewer. The work you do is only a part of the journey.”

Check out our interview with Hardi below!

How did you get your start in photography and stop motion?

My hobby started when I was still a kid. I was fascinated by claymation on TV. Around the year 2003, when my sister got her first smartphone (it was Nokia 3650), I borrowed my sister’s phone to make a stop motion with my tiny robot pencil toppers. I didn’t use photos and turned them into videos. Instead, I used the r cord and pause button immediately. So the stop motion is basically a compilation of 0.5 seconds videos. It was really fun. Then when the smartphone got faster, my pause and record button trick didn’t work anymore. My stop motion video-making ended, except for my photography.

Then after I got into college, I found a photographer sharing his works on Tumblr, and I knew that day that I wanted to be a photographer. Then, my parents bought me a laptop and camera around 2013. I started shooting some photos. When I saw a looping cinemagraph video on Tumblr, my old stop motion video ideas sparked again. So I researched on YouTube to figure out how to make a looping cinemagraph GIF just by GIMP. After some trial and error, I managed to get it working. So I used my laptop to make my first ever looping cinemagraph GIF video.

Later I ran out of stuff to make a cinemagraph, so I experimented with stop motion with any objects I could find in my bedroom. After a while, I realized I could make animations using paper. These small moments are captured on my Canon Eos M., and this is how my photography journey began. So, I thank Tumblr for giving me the inspiration and a platform to share my stop-motion GIFs.

What do you wish you knew when you first started out creating art that you know now?

I have learned that investing in a new laptop would have been a better choice if I had to choose between a laptop and a smartphone. I used to buy a new phone every two years, and as a result, I didn’t have enough money to upgrade my laptop. I realized that my photo and video editing must be faster, so I can have more time to make creative choices like what kind of color should I tune, which object I could animate and so on. This new smartphone only solved the social pressure to keep up with what everyone was doing.

Now, I saved my money to upgrade my laptop so I can create more content in less time. I also stopped watching smartphone reviews because they influenced me to buy a new smartphone. I decided to learn more skills like 3D designing or photo and video editing on YouTube instead.

What is the hardest part of your process?

I use resin 3D printers to create my subjects. The process of printing them is really simple, but it does take a lot of physical work to get the prints looking their best. Sometimes they got like blemishes that need to be sanded down or parts that need to be glued on. These steps aren’t exactly my favorite parts of the process, but the results are totally worth it!

How has your style developed over the years?

My first stop motion GIF is this blue butterfly. I put my camera on a table and made a butterfly out of paper. It was initially quite challenging because the camera moved when I pressed the shutter button. Luckily the touch screen can also trigger the camera, so I touched the screen lightly so the camera didn’t move. After that, I got a loop of about 1 second of motion.

Then, I made another butterfly. This time I use the photo levitation technique in my stop motion video. I use wire and remove the wires frame by frame. GIF with floating subjects takes much more time to finish a frame than the first one. However, the result is really rewarding because it’s more natural looking.

Right now, after I got my 3D printer, I chose astronauts as my main subject. At the moment, only the secondary subject moves, such as flying rockets, clouds that are moving across the sky, and ocean waves. In the future, I look forward to making a moveable astronaut, probably a robot, because they have joints. Or a wiggling alien or any kind of sci-fi space creature that could be explored in a galaxy far away.

Have any of your projects surprised you with its outcome?

The project that surprised me the most with its outcome is this Astronaut Diner GIF. The color looks like what I wanted. I didn’t know that adding checkerboard tiles could make me feel so nostalgic. I sanded, painted, and glued every piece of the tiles. It felt like building a miniature interior set.

My favorite part of the project is the coffee steam. I use a tiny piece of thread from a cotton ball to make it look like the steam coming from the cup. I animated the steam using Photoshop. I chose to animate the steam because I thought it would be an interesting way to add movement to the image. I didn’t think it would look very realistic if no movement existed.

Biggest pet peeve as a photographer?

Batteries. Sometimes when I was shooting some frames, my camera or flashlight battery died because I forgot to charge them before I started shooting my stop motion photos. I have to restart taking photos frame by frame because the camera angle will lightly change after I take out the battery.

What does your work set up look like?

My photography setup is just a table with one flashlight in a softbox and another flashlight in an umbrella. I use a Canon Eos M camera to take photos. I enjoy taking photos in my bedroom because it’s straightforward to set up. For example, I just set up everything on the table and snap away! It’s also very easy to clean up because I just have to put everything back in place when I am done. The setup in that photo is the setup that I used to create this article banner photo.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

John Carey of @yesterdaywasonly. Because I probably wouldn’t know Tumblr if he didn’t make a Tumblr profile for me to follow. I follow him because he shares wallpapers, and I am still using photos from his website as my laptop wallpaper.

Thank you so much for stopping by, Hardi! For more of his creations, check out his Tumblr, @still-life-mostly​!

[babybadger]

What about an imagine where you are Daniels girlfriend and you are also part of the media team at McLaren and you do a video with him where you show him imagines from Tumblr and Wattpad.

Now this is simply hilarious. I knew I had to write this now. Thank you for requesting :) P.S not really smut but gets suggestive towards the end x

Reading Fanfiction

As soon as Daniel had decided to sign with McLaren he knew that you would need a job in England to to occupy your time while he was at the factory. He very quickly got you a job in the media team. It also just so happened that the woman who was supposed to be head of his marketing team had to go on maternity leave the following month and you were fresh meat with the team. Everyone had seen how crazy Daniel could be in the media and who bets to handle that than his very own girlfriend. You already got headaches from him anyway.

Today as Daniel entered the marketing rooms of MTC, you were already sitting there with some of your colleagues having a chat and a coffee. "Well hello there Mrs" Daniel says in a horrific Southern American accent. "I heard you were looking for a tough hunk to woo the ladies online with and here I am" he says gesturing towards his body. You turn back to your friends and role your eyes before saying "excuse my embarrassment of a boyfriend for being late, he was most likely repeating that to perfection in the mirror this morning. Weren't you babe?" Two can play at the unprofessional game. "Only for you sweet baby" He smiles wrapping his arms around you and trapping you in a bone crushing hug.

"Right Dan lets get this over with. Actually I think we'll do this video today." You say laughing mischievously and pointing to your laptop screen while your colleagues laughed and agreed. "What's so funny huh joker" Daniel asks as you stand up and peck his cheek before guiding him down behind the laptop and squeezing his shoulders from behind. "Okay so introduce yourself and just say today we are going to read some fan posts. Then begin on the first tab and read them through till tab 5, do NOT read tab 6, that's for later. Got it?" You directed him about. God you were so sexy when you ordered him about when you were working. Daniel just smirked at you and nodded in agreement.

"Hi guys tis I Daniel Ricciardo and today we are here at the beautiful M to the T to the C and I'm gonna read some fan posts from all our beautiful supporters out there. Let me know in the comments if any of these are from you and yeah lets get straight into the first one." You had to hold back a chuckle when he said about the commenting, knowing most people wouldn't own up to it. You watched as Daniel's eyes took a trip across the screen before landing back on yours behind the camera. "Are you serious right now? You want me to read 'Daniel soothes you to sleep part 2' to the world?" Staring at you he's unsure if you're playing with him again or if this is actually a video McLaren have approved. "Even Andreas said it would be funny now carry on."

Daniel was so overwhelmed by the time he got to the 5th one he was so confused. "Okay so this is the last story I've read about myself that's not actually about myself and it's honestly quite accurate. I have many a time had to take my girlfriends makeup off her drunk as a skunk face and put her in pjs before tucking her into my warm king size bed so whoever wrote this does get me on like a deeper level." You looked at him with a face like thunder. "Really Daniel?" "Hey I didn't pick the stories you did." Once again you role your eyes but end it with a chuckle. Okay for the outro can you just give your overall opinion of the fictions and obviously be nice and appreciative of the fans. Thank you kindly" You direct before looking back at your paperwork. "Wow so they were some interesting reads guys, It was interesting to see how the fans perceive me and at least in all of there I'm either the strong protective guy or the kind supportive boyfriend and you know what I'll take both of them. Thank you to all the fans who spend their time helping other immense in the world of Danny Ric but for now it's kind, protective, strong loving boyfriend over and out" He finishes the video.

Later on you and Daniel are at home getting ready for bed. You're in the bathroom finishing your skincare and he's lying on his phone laughing at the medias group chat talking about today's video pinging on your phone as you let him read it to you. "Oh yeah Y/N you never told me what was on tab 6." You giggle and walk through into the bedroom. "Open up my phone its on there too." You blush as you get into bed.

"Daniel Ricciardo is definitely the most attentive boyfriend. He gives flowers and hugs you all day long. He would look after you so well if you were sick or feeling crampy. He would make you laugh all day long. Don't even get me started on the bedroom. This man practically created the clit with how well he knows how to use it. Y/N is so lucky. I rest my case"

Daniel reads out loud and looks over at you kneeling on the bed beside him blushing. "The others were fiction but this one seemed a bit too true. I love you" You said quietly as his hand stroked up and down your thigh. "Babe" Daniel smirks making you look up at him from staring at his slow moving hand. "I think its time I check on my most marvellous creation" You let out a squeal as he pulls you down onto the bed and laugh as he begins to kiss you. You’re not sure if there actually is a difference between real or fiction daniel, because both knew exactly what they were doing

[odd-drive]

what was your first computer?

Oh I love this question - thank you for asking!! I hope that I see more questions like this around our beautiful old-techie tumblr corner!! Just for reference - I'm 24 so my computers aren't too "vintage!"

The first computer I remember looks a little like this one: I remember the huge chunky monitor and the way the button pushed in on it, and the stackable IBM pc underneath. I remember the speakers' feel and how they were always just a little dusty. And y'all KNOW I was taking out that mouse ball and gently touching and playing with it!

In fact, just another aside - sitting at this computer and playing a Blue's Clues game was my very first memory. I must have been 3 or 4.

The next guy shown is what looks like the tower of my first pc - one that my dad built for me on the dining room table (which might be one of my biggest regrets - to not have had him teach and show me what he was doing at the time!). It got put into my room at the age of... 10-12? Pretty young! And boy, did I see many things on the Internet I shouldn't have lol.

Sorry I don't have too much more information about these!

The next guy shown is the Lenovo g780 and it was my first laptop! I got it in the 8th grade. It was a weird brown color and it never left my bedroom, or my lap for that matter lol. It was the machine that I started obsessively using tumblr on as well!! It was almost 18 inches, so it was hard to lug around lol. I got to help revive it a couple times - replacing the fan and the screen at one point or another.

Just for funzies! This is my current battlestation: the Dell G15. I personally think that Dell is super underrated in the computer market - they're known more for officeware of course, but they own Alienware! My laptop has the same hardware as the newest gaming rigs (Don't wanna brag, but I've got a G3800! in this baby!) and it wasn't nearly as expensive thankfully. I use it to program and play lots of games on the daily (although I've been using my PS5 a lot lately!!). I haven't seen seen a game that runs poorly on it... yet.

And also!! Under my desk currently lies a 2002 iMac G4 - known colloquially as the Sunflower computer! It's my BFF's childhood computer - she and her family lovingly gave it to me to revive! It's one of those many ongoing projects in my life that I wish I had more time for... I need to replace the hard drive and give it a super full cleanout. The neck on the monitor is also broken and could use a repair. One interesting thing about this computer is that Apple was getting real creative with their designs around this time (which... I wish desktop design was still super innovative :'( ) and the hardware is all jammed in this weird semi-globe container? So it's unlike any other computer interior and... how exciting is that to dig around in and restore?!

Thank you to anyone that's read through all of this!

[chalametsimp]

Sex and Candy 18+

Pairings: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Timmy has a plan to get you on your knees. A plan that involves great news.

Warnings: smuttttt, fingering, oral both receiving, leg riding, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, daddy kink kind of. this is naughty okay.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Authors Note: sorry this took so long my weekend was kind of crazy. Had four of my parents friends over so I had to entertain all weekend and I recouped most of yesterday. Tried to post this last night but tumblr hates me. I hope you enjoy despite how long this took me. Love you guys. Gif not mine. Title from Marcys playground

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Tag list : @misswestfall @chal-latte @timmymyluv @haylee-e @timotheel0ver @dayafied (if I forgot to add u pls remind me)

You were sat at your kitchen counter, typing something for work on your laptop when Timothée came home, you immediately stopped your typing when you heard the door unlock and he stepped in. “Hello, my darling!” He called out for you, tugging off his denim jacket. “I have excellent news!”

“In here, babe!” You called back for him and soon he found you. Timothée placed his jacket on the counter and strode over to you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist. His chest pressed against your back and his chin rested on your shoulder, eyes looking to what you were working on. It was suddenly the least of your concerns.

“Welcome home.” You craned your neck to look at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What’s your news, sunshine?”

He smiled wide at the nickname and returned the kiss, this time on your lips. It was short and sickeningly sweet. “It’s big, it’s huge.” Timothée beamed, standing up straight. He placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently.

“I know it is.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes as you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Just tell me!”

“No. You have to guess!” He laughed, the beautiful sound filled the room and made your stomach do a flip. “It’ll be fun, I promise. If you guess right, there’s a prize involved.” Timothée winked.

It was more so a gift for him, but he knew that you would enjoy it too.

“Okay fine, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” You chuckled and pinched his cheeks lightly where they were upturned in a wide smile.

Timothée pretended to be offended but he leaned into your touch, regardless. He always missed you when he had to be away for the day, he didn’t even like to think about the times you had to spend months apart. “Do I at least get a hint?” You pouted, pulling him out of his thoughts of you and how happy he was to be home.

“Of course you get a hint, I actually just picked it up.” You now noticed the bag in his hands and your curiosity was piqued. It as a paper bag and it had the words ‘the Sweet Shop’ in gold writing. He started to pull out the contents. Four different takeout containers and two chocolate bars. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t get it.” You stared at the containers before you with a baffled expression on your face.

He thought the look on your face was adorable but he had to tell you “Just open one.”

You did as he instructed, popping open the first white and red package. It was filled to the brim with peach rings. “Something to do with peaches? James and the giant peach?”

The guess made him laugh, he simply shook his head ‘no’. “Call me by your name, a sequel?”

He laughed again and shook his head, “No, open another one.” You said nothing and once more we’re doing as he instructed, popping open a second container. Filled with assorted hard candies of all different shapes and sizes.

“Another candyman movie and you’re the lead detective?” You mused, plucking one of the candies from its place in the container. You unwrapped it and placed it on your tongue before it disappeared into your mouth. Timothée’s eyes stared at your lips the entire time, wishing you would just guess correctly so he could show you what was hidden in his jacket over far side of the counter.

“No, one more guess.” he sighed softly “Hint, you were closer with the Roald Dahl than any of the other tries.” His eyebrows raised at you, knowing this would be the one that would make the lightbulb click on in your mind.

“Willy Wonka!” You gasped and your hand shot to your mouth for a brief moment, staring at him in disbelief when he nodded his head, curls bouncing slightly. “You’re going to be Wonka! That’s awesome, honey! I feel so stupid for not guessing that first.” You shut your laptop and turned to him, grinning. “So proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby.” He cooed, reaching forward to tug at your sleeve. “Come here and give me another kiss, I think I deserve one, hm?” You couldn’t resist the proposition so you stood from your chair and leaned forward to press your lips firmly against his. Timothée was happy you complied, smiling against your lips. His hands found there way to your face, cupping it in his hands as he groaned into your mouth. You pulled him closer by the hem of his trousers and then pulled away. He grumbled at the loss of your lips and gently pulled you up closer by your chin, trying to get another one. You couldn’t resist that either and gave him another kiss. Just one.

“What’s my prize?” You questioned, looking up at him. It was an innocent question but it made his eyes darken. “Good girls who guess correctly get a reward, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that… hm,” he lied “Good girls do get rewards, you’re correct.” Timothée pulled away from you and made his way to the counter and pulled a small bottle of chocolate syrup from the pocket. A confused look braced your features once again. He smirked.

“Chocolate syrup?” You asked. He nodded and stepped back over to you, setting it on the counter beside the both of you.

“Yeah, baby. Chocolate syrup.” Timothée took a step forward to run a finger up your side gently, and up to your shoulder and finally to your neck where he pushed a piece of hair away from your skin. Timothée dipped his head down to press a wet kiss to your neck, suckling gently on the skin. He whispered, hot breath fanning over your flesh, making you shiver. “Lots of fun things we can do with chocolate syrup.”

“Timothée, you pervert.” You drawled out his name with a whine and it sent blood rushing to his cock. He tried his best to not show how much it affected him.

“Oh, you love it though. Don’t you?” He teased you, nipping down gently against your skin. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You just shook your head and it made him chuckle. The fact that you couldn’t respond with words was just proof that you really did love it.

“Oh really?” He played back, now running one of his hands back down your side until his fingers were dipping into the hem of your panties and sliding underneath to run along your already slick folds. He rubbed his finger against your clit just barely, pulling another whine from you. “Then why is it that you’re so wet for me already? You’re a pervert too.” He tsked, finger applying more pressure to the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked upwards into the sensation.

“I can’t help it.” You whined “You make me this way.”

“What way?” When you didn’t respond again he pulled his hand away from your heat. You groaned and tried to push your hips up into his touch. “Tell me.”

“You make me this wet.” You keened, reaching for his hand to pull it back to your cunt. “You know this, please don’t make me beg.”

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you beg.” Timothée murmured, allowing his hand to be pulled where ever you wanted it to go. “What do you want, hm?” One finger was now circling around your entrance.

“Please, Timothée, please.” Your voice was almost a cry as you begged for what you knew he would always give you. “Fingers, please. I want your fingers. Please.” Tears pricked in your eyes.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He cooed, gently pushing you back in the direction of the stool where you gladly took a seat right at the edge. Timothée kept his finger just dragging alongside your clit before he finally was pushing the digit into your heat. A long mewl came from your lips and he smirked at the sound, using his freehand to push your thighs further apart. His eyes widened at the lewd sight in front of him, your legs spread for him, arousal nearly dripping already as he pumped a finger inside of you. He groaned your name “fuck, want to taste you.” You were always his favorite flavor of sweet, and now he really couldn’t resist.

Timothée shuffled onto his knees in front of the stool and leaned forward to gather some of your juices with his tongue. You whimpered, hips rolling closer to his face. “Please, more.” You begged again, his finger complied and moved faster inside of you, he was feeling gracious and added another one beside it. “Oh, thank you.” You sighed out in pleasure, head threatening to fall back as you tangled a hand into his hair.

He didn’t speak back as he was too focused on gliding his tongue along your wet heat and his fingers focused on pumping inside of you.

The sounds of his fingers and his tongue was almost enough to push you over the edge. You rocked your hips against his fingers as you finally looked down at him. Only to see just his curls, nose pressed to your mound as his eyes focused up on you. When you seen his eyes, you moaned out “Please, please, don’t stop. Going to cum.” Your voice was barely there but he heard it. He grunted quietly against your cunt and his fingers curled to hit your sweet spot and you cried out every time the pad of the long digits brushed against it. It only took a few more strokes of his fingers before you were cumming around his hand. Your walls clenched around him and he swore if it were any more pressure, his fingers would’ve broke. Your eyes never moved from him as he pulled them out and slipped them into his mouth, sighing at the taste. When he had cleaned them off he was reattaching his mouth around your cunt and he was lapping up what he had missed.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned and stood from where he was sat on the floor, erection in his pants definitely obvious now. “Now, it’s your turn to taste something sweet.” The words sent another shiver through your body and you nodded quickly.

You knew what he meant and you attempted to stand up so you could return the favor. Your legs were wobbly and he noticed so he reached out his hand for you to take. You gladly accepted his help, taking his hand as you sunk to your knees now, hand coming up to palm him through his jeans. “Off.” You mumbled, tugging at his belt.

“So excited to have this cock in your mouth that you really need daddy’s help with his pants?” His words were thick with lust and you swallowed, nodding quickly. That was all he needed. He helped you with the belt and you popped the button open on his jeans. You tugged on the denim to watch it slide down his legs and you were immediately running your hands up his smooth, milky thighs. “You’re so good for me.” He breathed.

You reached to the hem of his boxers as he reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup that you had almost all but forgotten. You pulled his boxers down to his ankles and took his cock in your hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to the head of it. Timothée popped open the cap of the syrup bottle and you watched in awe as he poured some over the length of his cock. Your eyes glued to a trail of chocolate that threatened to spill from his cock and to the floor. You put yourself between the two, holding your tongue out underneath so the chocolate could gather on your tongue instead of on the clean floor. His eyes watched the entire thing, growing almost impossibly hard as your mouth widened for the sugary concoction.

His hips bucked forward but only a little bit so he didn’t make a mess, silently begging you to touch him. You were happy to do so and leaned forward to lick a long stripe underneath his cock, cleaning the chocolate that had gathered there. You hummed in satisfaction before running your tongue along the side. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, one hand making its way to your hair. The other hand moved to rest on your cheek, thumb running over your skin. “You look so fucking pretty down there, cleaning off daddy’s cock.”

You smiled up at him as you did the same to the opposite side, tongue ghosting over a vein in the process. Timothée nearly melted into the floor.

“Have some more, baby.” He cooed.

You didn’t need to be told that twice, your hand steadied itself against his hip and you leaned forward to finally wrap your lips around the tip, tongue swishing around, tasting chocolate and his sour pre-cum. The taste was heavenly and it made your stomach twist into knots again. You tried to ignore the fact that you were getting so wet again, just from having his cock in your mouth. You were able to hide this for a while as you took more of him into your mouth, chocolate gathering on your lips as you hollowed out your cheeks, suckling around him. Timothée grunted and his hand tugged at pieces of your hair, hips stirring.

Your thighs rubbed together in need and he noticed this, smirk growing wide. He leaned back against the counter and stepped one leg forward on the hardwood, foot pushing to spread your thighs apart. Your eyes shot open to look up at him, moving from their spot of gazing at his beautiful flesh. You whined at the feeling of the air in between your thighs, rubbing them together felt much better. You were about to pull his cock out of your mouth to protest but he rutted his hips forward at the same time, so you were almost swallowing his whole cock. Timothée wasn’t going to deprive you, however. He stepped his leg once more, closer to you and his calf rubbed against your swollen and needy clit. Your hips immediately rolled forward, pressing yourself closer to him. He chuckled, almost darkly. “You’re so cute. So needy for me that you’ll take absolutely anything that I give you.”

You couldn’t respond, you just moaned around his cock, hips desperately rolling against his leg. Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling content with him in your mouth and your clit against his skin. “You look so filthy right now. Sucking on my cock, so desperate for my touch that you’ll fuck yourself on my leg.” His voice was shaky and his grip on your hair tightened.

You moaned around his cock and it turned into a choke, mouth full of saliva. He watched intently as you pulled away slowly, a trail of drool dripping to the floor that you tried so hard to keep pristine. Timothée panted your name over and over and pushed his hips forward to ask for more. You ignored him for a moment, mouthing at his cock, slurping up some of the thick layers of saliva that had coated him. Your hips stopped rocking and you gazed up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “Please, please, fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Thought you’d never ask, angel.” His voice was softer now and he held a hand down for you to take “C’mere.” He helped you up to your feet and he turned you around, pushing your shoulders forward so you were bent over the stool.

“Hmm, please” you murmured, hips wiggling onto nothing, silently begging. Timothée didn’t waste any time as he gripped your hips and rubbed the head of his cock over your entrance, all at once pushing inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, bracing yourself on the stool as he already was dragging his cock into your warm heat and back out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer.” He groaned, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder “You have no idea how fucking hot you looked down there.”

“Guess I’ll have to be doing that m-more often.” You were barely able to speak, your voice a whimper. “As much as I love this cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” Timothée mused, voice high and strained. “You love it?” His hips snapped forward at a quicker pace, turned on by your praises.

“Yeah, daddy, I love it.” You whimpered, attempting to push your hips higher, up on your tippy toes. He helped you, hands underneath your hips as he pushed them up forward. You cried out at the feeling of him reaching deeper inside of you. You were both a moaning mess by now, the entire apartment filled with indecent squelching noises and skin against skin.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he grunted, moving a finger to rub circles against your slippery clit, walls clenching around him “you’re going to make daddy cum.”

Your next words surprised him and he wasn’t sure if he could keep it in after that “I want to swallow it, daddy. Please.”

“Oh fuck, now. Now.” The sound of you desperate to have him spill down your throat was enough to send him over the edge. Timothée quickly pulled out and you scrambled back to your knees where you opened your mouth wide for him, tongue spreading out to catch his seed. He was immediately jerking his cock, only a couple of times before thick ropes shot onto your tongue and down your throat, some missing and hitting your flushed lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight and a final wave of pleasure ran through him. Timothée wished he could take a picture to save that image forever.

You swallowed like always and then your tongue came back out to show him that you had consumed it all. He smiled lovingly at you, very pleased. “Such a good girl for me. Thank you.”

“Thank you.” You whispered back, leaning into his touch when his fingers reached out to run along the side of your face.

“I love you, now let’s go get you cleaned up, hm?” His voice was soft and loving now, it made you smile wide.

“I love you too.” You allowed yourself to be pulled up by the hand he extended to you. Your legs were shaking and your arms were immediately wrapping around him when you got to your feet. You buried your face into his chest.

After the two of you took a shower, you cuddled for the rest of the night and had a Willy Wonka marathon, champagne shared from a big mug. You were both sure, this was the best celebration he could have had.

[lizstaysinneverland]

I wrote this from a platonic standpoint, but you can see this as romantic as well.

Request from my deactivated tumblr account.

"Hello! I just recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! May I request some fluff of the mc seeing that the octo trio had a bad day and in an attempt to try and cheer them up they try tickling them?"

The Octotrio is behaving uncharacteristically quiet, so you decide to do something against that.

Like every day after school, you made your way to Mostro Lounge. Wanting to enjoy the beautiful ambiance while drinking your favorite cocktail. Usually, the Octotrio joins you on the couch and entertains you with their regular unintentionally funny discussion that always ends up with Azul frustrated and the Leech twins having the time of their life.

When you stepped into the Lounge, expecting to be greeted with the Tweels signature grins and Azul’s soft voice welcoming you back, you were more than confused when no one came to you. Thinking they were busy and didn’t hear you come in, you sat down at an empty table and let a waiter take your order.

Minutes passed, nothing happened. Well, that was odd, the trio was not in sight but the Lounge was not closed and the trio was at school today, you have seen them.

Okay, you could not help but feel like something is wrong. You took out your smartphone and called Jade, he was usually the most levelheaded out of the trio and would surely explain what’s going on.

After picking up the phone, Jade told you they were all in their respective rooms because they were a bit exhausted. While he did sound tired, you knew this couldn’t be it. So after hanging up, you decide to head to Azul. As he lets his feelings slip easier, you might break through to him.

Knocking on his door and telling him it’s you, you need to talk. You hear him unlock the door, “Come in!” says the blue-eyed man while gesturing for you to sit down. “I don’t have much time but if it is something important, I will listen.”, you could clearly hear the sadness in his voice. He did not look at you once though, typing away at his laptop.

Being frustrated about this, you poke him. “Look at me when you talk!” you whined playfully. Suddenly he started to twitch, making a weird snorting sound. You pull back, a bit confused. Then it dawned on you. You grinned devilishly and poked him several times, “Don’t be like that~”. “W-what are you- HAHAH d-doing? HAHAHA”, laughing while trying to question your behavior. “Trying to make you feel better!”, you answer him after a few minutes. Catching his breath, he looks at you with big eyes. “You can talk to me when you have something on your mind, you know?”, you exclaimed. He looked away abashedly.

Before you could say more, Jade knocked on the door and opened it. “I have something for...”, he stopped when he saw you were there. “I’m sorry, I can come at a later time.”, his voice seemed really despondent. “No no! Please come sit with us.”, you said, patting the space beside you, in order for him to sit there.

Both Jade and Azul were surprised but neither tried to say something against it. Now only one is missing, how fortunate Jade came to Azul, instead of you having to go them all separately and try to get all 3 together.

“Now...tell me what is on your mind?”, you put your hands on their shoulders. “Nothing. Why would you even ask that?”, Jade answered swiftly. “Fine. You want it the hard way? I don’t mind that.”, you started tickling them both. Surprisingly, Jade was more ticklish than you thought.

Their laughter attracted the missing twin. Floyd opened the door with a strong swing. “Ahhh, why is it so noisy here? Do you want to be squeezed??”, he spews with an agitated expression.

Everyone stopped and looked at him. Guess his mood got from sad to annoyed, well, this eel changes his mood on a whim. But this also means you can change his mood easily.

Of course, this means one thing. You quickly charged towards Floyd, yelling “TICKLE ATTACK!!!”, even Floyd was stunned by that, reacting too late. With the impact, you were now both on the floor. You wasted no time in tickling him and BOY was his laugh cute, echoing in the hallway like a tune.

Even the boys behind you laughed couldn’t but laugh. This was quite amusing to watch, after all. But that didn’t last long. You stopped tickling Floyd, looking at the smart duo behind you. “I’m not done with you yet. I won’t stop until I get all the sadness out from you!”, lunging towards them. The other residents could only hear the mix of screaming and laughing.

This was going to be a long night for you four but you’d do anything for them if it means that they won’t be sad anymore. No matter what makes them sad, you will always listen to them, you will always have their back.

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 25 of Harrow the Ninth

So, the Nook app has decided that now it's going to open on my bigger monitor, which is a bit annoying, since I can't browse the book and write the tumblr post at the same time, but since it doesn't have a windowed mode I'm not sure how to switch it back to my laptop

Ok, never mind, while I was writing that, the Nook app crashed again, and when I re-opened it it opened on my laptop

Aroace rep, but from the character whose main role in the story so far is that he's trying to kill the protagonist for no reason?

Although, speaking of Pyrrha, who we so far don't know anything about except that she was Gideon's cavalier, since Gideon the First is a regular Lyctor he must also be Pyrrha on some level, so possibly some of his odd actions are actually Pyrrha's actions, or are because of Pyrrha in some way, and that's why John thinks they are out of character for Gideon

I guess it could be technically possible that Harrow hallucinated that whole thing, but honestly, it would be boring if all of the weird stuff in this book turns out to be a baseless hallucination. I guess the mystery part of this book is figuring out how much of this Cytherea-related stuff is hallucinations and how much is real

So I guess this means that on the fourth or maybe last day of this ultimatum, Harrow will make Ianthe a bone arm and this problem will be solved?

I can't decide if Ianthe has some sort of Plan to get Harrow to make her a bone arm, or if pretending like she doesn't care is just her way of coping

So Ianthe burns the onions (or at least she says she does) and Harrow just doesn't cook them at all. Also, I get that Harrow wouldn't be familiar with brightly colored vegetables, but wouldn't she also not be familiar with brightly colored candy? Even if they had candy on the Ninth, candy is made in bright colors because people expect good food to be bright colors and that makes the candy look more appetizing. If denizens of the Ninth are not used to brightly-colored food, it doesn't make sense that they'd have brightly colored candy, either

So, I mean, everyone disliked or hated this soup, and we've heard previously that Lyctors don't actually need to eat. I can see the others eating the soup to be polite, but Gideon the First has kind of crossed the line where politeness is going to have any effect by repeatedly trying to kill her. So why did he eat the soup?

Beautiful. If I've understood what John has said about Lyctor mortality well enough, I think he shouldn't have been able to survive this if John hadn't magicked him better, even if I'm wrong and he has no trouble with the necromancy part of Lyctorhood

Please, John, tell us about the last time you ate human being

Unless he's just talking about when Cassiopeia cut off her finger while cooking?

This is a really odd reaction to finding out that Harrow can't sleep for fear of Gideon the First so she is trying to kill him so she can live a normal life? Like, she is his Lyctor, she is blindly devoted to him, he should be pleased that she is this capable in the face of this impossible situation, especially if he really doesn't want Gideon to kill her, because her being capable means she would be better able to protect herself. I wonder if he also is afraid of her hurting him for some reason, for the same reason Gideon the First is? And Mercy's job was not so much to teach her as to do surveillance? Only, if he considered her a legitimate threat, I'm sure he could have just killed her himself at any point, right? Maybe that would wreck the persona of a kindly god that he's projecting, but I almost feel like he could get away with justifying anything at this point. And he asked Mercy if they could put her in the room with him when they fought Number Seven, and Mercy pointed out that that would kill her, there's no way he could have not known that, right?

Also, I'm amused that every time Mercy talks about how young Harrow is, the age gets younger and younger. But her horror that Harrow is so young has definitely made her underestimate her

So I guess this incident reminded Augustine of one of the dead Lyctors? Or Anastasia

Or: "Yeah, that's fair"

Now I'm interested to see if he gets some more characterization in the future

[sissybabycucksophia]

🥵Self bondage disaster🥵

(story did not happen to be me and is embellished for fantasy purposes)

So there I was one day, scrolling through my pathetic sissy baby cuck tumblr dashboard dripping with precum as i denied myself an orgasm when suddenly up popped a message from a friendly sissy. She’d tell me all about how our interests were similar and we began to talk more and more about diaper feminisation fantasies, i loved talking to them. They showed me pictures of all the sissy cloths and restraints they owned and i’d express how desperate i was to own such beautiful things and be forced to wear them.

One day she sent me a picture of the most regressive pink Mittened and footed romper with an attached thick leather collar to lock baby inside. I instantly began to gush to them about how much i’d adore being diapered and bound in the romper, to which Natalie suddenly became very attractive. Within minutes Natalie was laying out what she’d do to me with this romper, reading everything they said i was dripping with pre cum and desperate to do it but I didn’t have the money or time to buy all of the sissy pleasures i’d need to live out Natalie’s fantasy for me.

Telling him this, i began referring to Natalie as Daddy as he promised me excitement and humiliation if i followed his orders to the letter. Why was I listening to another sissy? Why was I suddenly willing to do what another pathetic diaper cuck told me?….. guess I’m just THAT pathetic. Daddy began sending instructions, firstly he bought everything he wanted me to wear and sent it to my home where i had to explain to my parents why i was getting packages from America 😳.

Next daddy sent me a message detailing exactly what to do, which read:

“Ok Princess Jade, you have the box i sent you don’t you?! Well this weekend book into a hotel for 2 days and use the first half of day 1 to prepare. In the box you’ll find, the romper i know you adore, a box of princess diapers, a frilly pink pair of diaper cover pants, a pink and baby blue dress, a paci gag, a baby bonnet, a long blonde wig and a video camera. On Saturday, your going to wake up, remove all your pubic hair from around your clitty, then your going to go out to a fast food place and your going to eat as much food as your stomach will hold. After than head back to the hotel and do exactly as i say!! First secure your blonde wig while staring at yourself in the mirror its the last view of the “Man” you are for 24 hours. Next, take the tub of numbing cream i put in the box and cover every inch of your pathetic clitty and raisins, that cream is super strong medical grade stuff you won’t feel your little clitty or raisins for 24 hours, it’ll be like their not there!!!. Next lay on the bed and secure 4!! Yes 4 diapers over your pathetic clitty and be well aware…. YOU WILL be needing them hahaha!!!. Once diapered thickly cover them with the frilly diaper cover pants and take another look at yourself in the mirror, i want you to see your masculinity and control slipping away. Now take the time to set up the camera at the foot of the bed and turn it on, don’t play with anything on it, just turn it on, I’ve set it up too broadcast live too my laptop !!! From there i want you to chromecast the heterosexual porn i linked to you directly to the bedroom tv!!. Once your live i want you to get ready in front of the camera!! Put on the paci gag and baby bonnet next, once your done that i want to to try say ‘help me! I’m a man’ just because i want to see how pathetic it look haha!!😈 the next step is to squeeze your overly diapered tooshy into the romper! Now theres a pink heart shaped padlock in the box, get three limbs in and zip the suit half way, then do the collar up tight and lock it shut, that should stop you forcing the neck as open, then get the other arm in and zip up the last stretch!! Now the final touch is the dress, with your pathetically mittened hands, secure the poofy petticoats of the dress over your romper encased body and finally put the dress on and zip it up as best you can!. At this point sit on the edge on the bed, look into the camera and beg me for your freedom Princess!. Lastly in the box theres a small metal box with a door and a timer lock, hahaha you don’t think I’m letting you keep the padlock key? I’ve programmed the door to open 24 hours after shutting, put the key in it and shut the door. After which i want 24 hours of footage of you, watching heterosexual porn as your hump pillows, nap under the covers, piss and eventually shit your diapers and more! Do all this Princess and I promise when its done you’ll be desperate to fly to me in America so i can control you more.!!!!😈”

There it was i had my instructions, following them to the letter I nervously travelled to other end of Scotland from where i stayed to book a hotel room for the weekend. Once there I pathetically shaved my crotch bare and followed daddy Natalie’s orders to eat lots, I figured the best idea was Mcdonnalds where i proceeded to eat 5 cheeseburgers and 2 raps as well as 5 large cokes. Heading back to the hotel room i locked the door and looked at the time, 11:00 am, my heart fluttered as I opened the box and lifted out a gorgeous long blonde wig. “Here i go….. i guess” I murmured nervously as I walked to the full length mirror on the wall and looked myself in the eye as i removed my cloths and placed the wig on my head. My heart raced with fear and excitement and i looked at myself for the first time with a mere smidge of femininity to my appearance, i’d never crossdressed or indulged physically in being a sissy before so now…. Now i was scared. However I continued to follow Daddy’s instructions as i grabbed the numbing cream and slathered my penis and testicles in a thick layer of the cream to which within moments i began to lose sensation completely in my crotch area, shocked i pinched at my ballsack and felt nothing. Being carried away in the moment i skipped one of daddy’s steps and instead set up the camera and turned it on pointing at me on the bed as i diapered myself.

Lying on my back i felt a wave of sheer demoralising encasement as i sealed my slowly growing penis away behind the first puffy Disney princess covered diaper, then another and another and then a final one. The feeling was completely new to me and it was terrifying, knowing my numb little sissy girl penis was sealed behind the 4 fluffy layers i proceeded to cover them with the frilly pants like daddy ordered. Crawling off of the bed i once again stood in front of the mirror as daddy had instructed and secured the pacifier gag and the sissy baby bonnet. Looking at my image in the mirror i hung my head in shame, why was i doing this?! Why was i letting some pathetic sissy all the way in America control me like this!? I’m m a man!? sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the camera i began to beg through the paci gag.

Looking down the lenses i said “please stop this daddy! Im embarrassed! Im taking this off i wont be embarrassed any more!” In a mumble through the paci gag, just as i was about to begin undoing my progress… my phone lit up with a message from daddy, ‘hahaha princess that was adorable but your not going anywhere! This isn’t just live it’s recording, so keep going baby your doing great. Daddy’s proud of you…. Ps thanks for the extra footage of the self diapering cucky! Haha’ with that i whimpered and continued to follow Daddy’s orders like a good helpless little cuck.

Next I put the heterosexual porn on the tv and for a moment became entranced as I imagined being the dominant man fucking his secretary in the porno. However the dream shattered as I remembered the position i was in, picking up the romper that caused all this i both hated the sight of it and was desperate to feel the restraining encasement of it! Following daddies orders to the letter before i knew it i was totally and 100% encased, the tight leather collar sat uncomfortably round my neck and the suits shiny plastic insides stuck to my skin which was beginning to sweat. Little did i know i had been leaking precum from my heavily erect numb penis the entire time.

Next i stood in-front of the camera and daddy watched as i put on the dress over the romper. Once zipped into the dress i sat on the edge of the bed, genuine fear, embarrassment, physical discomfort and arousal washed over me as i whimpered and begged down the camera for my freedom. Along the top of the tv screen playing porn daddys messages to me popped up, all it said was ‘key in the lock box princess😈’

In this moment i had a choice, tell this creepy, crossdressing pervert to fuck off and set myself free or continue to follow this loving, attentive and thoughtful daddy’s rules to ensure i was a good sissy girl for the only man who’s opinion mattered (his!)…… like the pathetic, sissy baby faggot i am….. i locked the key in the lockbox, imprisoning myself for 24 hours in the regressed prissy feminine faggot heaven that daddy had orchestrated for me.

For the proceeding couple of hours, i lay stomach on several pillows facing the camera and humping the pillows violently trying to feel any sensation in my numb penis. Little did i know i’d jerked myself off several times and my diapers were beginning to fill with cum. As the hours tore on i moan, I cried and begged Daddy Natalie for freedom down the camera and did little things that he ask as they popped up on the screen like sitting in front of the camera legs spread and rub my crotch with my mittened hands. Unfortunately because i was so numb i was also clueless i’d pissed in the diapers. Eventually after about 6 hours the clock struck 5 pm and Daddy Natalie insisted i go to sleep.

So following instructions i climbed beneath the heavy quilt while still encased in all my layers, sweating profusely i was horribly uncomfortable as i tossed and turned and even tried helplessly tugging at the padlocked collar for freedom. After about 3 hours of sweating and discomfort I eventually fell asleep listening too a horny slut being fucked by a huge dicked black man on the tv. That night i dreamt of being free, i dream that i was me dominating Sissy Natalie and forcing her through all this while i watched on laughing and demoralising her!. Fortunately this silly illusion of masculinity would shatter as i began to awaken at 11 am and was greeted by horrible stomach cramp.

‘God no please no! This cant be happening, its an hour to go then i can get out if these diapers and shit like an adult please no’ i thought as Daddy Natalie demanded i come out from under the covers and do humpies on a pillow for him. Doing as i was told i cried in pain trying to hold the massive shit in my ass while humping the pillow. Finally 15 minutes then i could be free, daddy Natalie sent demoralising message after demoralising message to embarrass me, made me stand in front of the camera looking down it and waiting for the lockbox to open.

“3……2……1……… lock box is open” the last message said. In excitement I squatted down to open the box and take out the key…..

As i squatted, my ass opened and into mu diaper exploded the waste product of 5 burgers and 2 wraps. I couldn’t control it or stop until my bowels were completely evacuated, and right on que the numbing cream began to wear off and now i could feel my horribly erect penis being smothered in a piss and cum soaked and shit fill diaper. At that i picked up the key and then lay on the bed curling into the fetal position i began to cry like a baby as i looked at the camera and whimpered……”can i get changed now daddy?”

To which the final mortifying message from Daddy appeared, “you could have stopped this any time baby girl. That lox box doesn’t have a timer you big cucky faggot hahahahahaha….. priceless! Shit yourself when all you had to do was not be a sub and disobey my orders hahaha 😈 good girl” and at that the camera turned off and the hetro porn on the tv cut out.

For the next hour I couldn’t bring myself to remove the clothing….. i’d been betrayed by my own pathetic desire to be a helpless sissy baby cuckold, eventually i stood up looking at myself in the mirror and crying.

Be very careful what you wish for, theres always a chance it comes true……..