#literally sucking on my teeth as i write this lmao

[cabinette]

I've been feeling a little weird in my own skin lately, so i projected my thoughts onto the Touden siblings

[gamermattsgf]

Sour diesel p.2 // dealer Chris

Warnings: shower sex / clitoral stimulation / praise kink / drug dealer Chris x reader / size kink / unprotected sex / vertical prone position (I literally have no idea what else to call this lol) / piercing kink / thoughts of exhibitionism / slight hair pulling

Summary: still feeling the strong effects of the diesel you had just previously smoked, chris now wants a taste, and doesn’t mind pulling you into the shower with him to do so...

Author’s notes: ew why did it take me so long to write this and decide what I actually wanted to do with it lmao. Just a quick disclaimer, if you can’t really remember what happened in the first one I recommend going back to re-read it because this is a continuation of what happens straight after the first one ends. Also lowkey- why does this one get so sappy and soft at the end lol? I should really start writing tooth rots soon too. So anyways… get out ya sour diesel playlists and enjoy ;).

“If you overthinkin’, I get high with you, if you ever sinkin’, I go down with you, all I need, my baby and a cigarette” - CIGARETTES, Amir Obe

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‘shit that is strong stuff…’

You laugh at Chris’ throwaway comment, hyperaware of the way your whole entire body tingles itself into a horny hot-sweat. The thick smell of weed on both of your clothes and the redness of your eyes certainly don’t help in cementing the fact that you are both high out of your fucking minds right now.

Chris feeds his bottom lip into his mouth and tugs on the central silver lip ring he has hooked into his plump flesh.

The sight alone makes your toes curl. It’s as if every single move he makes drags you deeper into a violet haze of ecstasy until you’re so far away from clarity that you can barely see it anymore.

Chris’ soft chest rises and falls as his cock lies there in front of you two, bare, and needing a lot more attention.

Releasing his moist lip from his teeth, it recoils backwards slightly and you watch his lip ring glint hypnotically in the light of the ceiling fan above him.

They look dewy, a peachy pink cream colour… perfect for sucking on.

Your drug dealer’s frosty irises surround themselves with the bloodshot white of his eyes, and the redness almost exemplifies the popping blue colour of them.

His pupils dilate, and he seems to be deep in thought.

You shift uncomfortably on your knees, trying to press your aching heat down onto one of the balls of your feet to suppress its unbearable throb.

Suddenly Chris sighs.

His voice is deep and raspy, almost as if he’s just woken up from a deep slumber. You love it when you two link up to smoke weed together because his voice always drops down to this gorgeous register and it makes your folds slick beneath your underwear every single time.

Unbeknownst to Chris of course.

He’ll just sit there, knowing exactly what he’s doing, yet not knowing anything at all as he balances the blunt in his mouth, blowing out leisurely smoke rings and pumping his system full of relaxant narcotics. Perhaps sprawled out on his back across your bed if at your place or out on his deck in one of his chairs at his…

His voice always ends up the same though, gritty and an octave lower than usual.

‘Wanna take a shower with me, ma?’ He questions casually, as if saying something like this to you is rather a normal occurrence. It elicits a tight tension within your muscles, and you struggle to not grind yourself down onto the ball of your foot.

You swallow thickly at his request, and Chris’ lips twitch up into a little lop-sided smirk. He wants to see you naked. So fucking bad. And he’s not ashamed to admit it. He thinks about it a lot. More than he probably should.

He also just likes to think about you a lot.

Usually when he does his deals with other clients. He’ll always hand over his weed, or his bag of pills and then he’ll think about how much he misses your face.

Then when he’s stretching out his hand and expectantly raising his eyebrows for his money he’ll think about how much he hates letting you pay for your drugs.

He knows he shouldn’t, but he fucking loves spoiling you by giving you free rein of his most expensive strains.

Just a moment of your time is money enough for him.

And then whenever he slinks away from his deals with his black hood up, he leafes through his money and counts it… thinking about how much he can’t wait to see a text from you again.

Sometimes he purposely gives you smaller volumes of weed just so that you run out faster and have to come guiltily crawling back to see him again for more.

With that being said, he takes advantage of this moment, flicking his eyes down to the subtle rock of your hips that rut forward once and then retreat back to their original resting position.

You squirm about at the thought of his shower.

‘Um… yes please’ you clear your throat and mumble politely, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. And it’s almost unbelievable to think that you had the thickness of his cock stuffed all the way down your throat moments ago because of how you were looking at him now.

Chris snorts at this nervous reaction, a gruff and teasing giggle slipping past his lips whilst he tilts his head patronisingly. ‘What? You all shy now or somethin’?’.

You avert your eyes as he pokes fun at you, a hint of his Boston accent catching in the back of his throat as he smiles at your endearing behaviour.

You shake your head and muscle up the nerves to look up at him through your eyelashes. You sigh. ‘Sorry it’s just uhh… well- I’m just a little shocked at myself that’s all’.

Commenting on your previously greedy actions, it’s as if you can still feel the soft throbbing of Chris’ thickness stroking against the walls of your mouth. The taste of his cum haunts the base of your throat, and the memory of saliva seeping from your mouth to dribble around his pink head permeates your vision.

The look of the strings of spit connecting his tip to your lips as soon as you had pulled away from him almost become too much for you to bear.

Suddenly, you crack a laugh, and Chris is so fucking high that he finds it within himself to join in, even though what you had said wasn’t really that funny.

After recovering, Chris quickly silences and retreats back to looking at you lustily, his eyes glistening with that primal need to have you for himself, but equally to have you wailing and crying out his name with his windows cracked wide open.

Because he wants passing people to know, to know what’s going on in the bathroom of his apartment. And he wants them to be jealous. Jealous of the way that it’s him who’s pounding into you, him whose skin is slapping against yours, and him whose back is getting clawed at by your nails until it’s red raw.

‘I kinda wanna kiss you…’ he randomly muses to you. And you too, fall silent, and find yourself gravitating towards him naturally. He does the same, his eyes once or twice obsessively looking down to your lips. They hold a begging kind of gaze that almost has you rolling about the floor for mercy.

‘Do it then’ you breathe daringly, both of you two then coming in to bridge the gap. Chris presses his lips into yours, and then immediately you feel the artificial metal ring of his piercing against your own bare skin.

He squeezes his lips closed and traps your bottom one in between his two.

In one solid motion he makes you shiver by smoothly sliding his tongue across the skin of your lip, before wetly detaching himself and doing the exact same thing to your top one. He utters a breathy moan, the cold air on his prick making it throb and harden once again whilst you let him kiss you.

It’s not long before it escalates, and the taste of your saliva has Chris hooked. So much so that he lurches forward a little more to grab both sides of your face aggressively with his hands.

He keeps you held there, the large expanse of them moist with sweating arousal as your mouths drop open even further into the now very messy kiss.

Now it’s just your tongues flattening against each other’s and licking from side to side, spit whipping about and coating the corners of your mouths when sometimes each of you miss your mark.

‘Shower? Please?’ Chris breathlessly pants, his desperate tone almost making him seem like he’s transitioned into heat as his hands slide down your neck, then your tits, only to land on the fabric of your shirt. He boyishly twists it into his knuckles, and impatiently tugs you towards him.

‘O-okay… shower’ you acknowledge him, and then pull away.

Your wobbly feet rise to a stand from off of his scuffed green couch and only then do you realise just how wet you are after your thighs close and rub together.

Chris looks up at you with doe eyes, before grunting and standing up too, trying to pull his grey sweats and boxers up simultaneously.

He messily tries to tuck his weeping cock into his pants, but heaves an annoyed mumble when it takes longer than expected, before he is pushing himself back into you once he’s successful.

He leans in with his mouth already agape hungrily. The fever and determination he has only makes your horniness worse, still in an absolutely trance on your diesel high.

Your tongues sloppily lick each other’s, and Chris moans a quick ‘Mhh, so pretty baby’ into your lips with his eyes feathered closed in enjoyment.

He walks you backwards one or two steps, before humming again in thought and stopping. He then decides to not bother with trying to get you to walk to his bathroom, and so pulls away from your lips to kiss his teeth.

He shuffles back slightly and you eye him quizzically before he’s reaching his palms downwards and turning them up to his ceiling.

They twitch slightly when he purrs ‘up you come baby’, clearly wanting you to leap your thighs into the cups of them so that he can carry you.

You smile slightly at this, and smooth your hands over his shoulders for support before hopping into his hold. He groans a little at the force exerted upon his arms but then quickly flexes them and easily hitches your legs around his thick hips.

‘Atta girl’ he praises you softly before sponging a wet kiss onto the collarbone that sits right in front of the reach of his lips.

He then starts to walk you both through the corridor of his apartment to his bathroom.

On your way there he has to step over piles of his stuff that he’s lazily thrown onto his floor, like a heap of empty Pepsi cans and also his beloved pink North Face puffer jacket that he usually does his deals in.

It lays in a crumpled heap next to his mess of playing card. Presumably he must have had people round playing black jack earlier and just hasn’t cleaned them up yet.

After a bit of turning your head to the side and playfully biting the helix of his ear, he gets you to the door of his bathroom and victoriously kicks it open with his foot.

Twisting to the side, he squeezes both of you past the doorframe and looks up at you with lusting eyes before he is using his foot again to force the door shut behind him. It slams and traps you two into Chris damp-smelling bathroom, the scent of his cologne combatting the mould of the old walls and intoxicating your senses.

You forget how fucking good Chris smells underneath all of that weed.

He suddenly releases his grip on you, and you drop to the floor, your feet padding onto his white bathmat.

He pecks you on the lips once, before twisting around to turn his attention to the shower. He reaches into it and twists the dial which makes water come spurting out of the head. Whilst doing this you simultaneously take off your top and unbutton your jeans.

You slide them down your dewy legs as Chris reaches his palm in to test the temperature of the water before looking back at you, his stomach flipping in excitement at the sight of you standing there in your bra and underwear.

‘Is the shower ready?’ You speak up timidly, standing squished and self consciously with your arms folded over your stomach as you look at the man who has always been on your mind outside of deals, and not just because of the drugs.

He hums. ‘Hmm, not yet, wanna make it nice for you…’.

He turns back around and leans out of the shower.

Shaking his wet hand, a couple of droplets fall to the floor before he is taking off his zip up and letting it plonk to the bathmat. ‘Still feelin’ shy ma?’ He comments with a smirk on his face at the fact that you haven’t yet taken off your underwear.

You laugh and shake your head, his silly attitude managing to ease the tension. ‘Mhh, a little bit’.

Sometimes you get extra nervy when you’re high. It isn’t necessarily Chris’ fault that you feel this way, it’s just the kind of influence the drug has on you depending on what kind of strain you smoke.

His white shirt peels off next, before both of his sweats and his boxers come off.

‘That’s ok, I’d prefer to be the one taking off your underwear anyway…’ he rambles, the sentiment of his want travelling straight to your clothed core and making it burn with heat.

He stands there in his naked vulnerability and by now the shower has heated up enough to billow steam into the room and fog up the mirror in front of his sink.

‘Can I?’ He speaks gently and raises his eyebrows whilst gesturing to your white panties, decorated with a little brown teddy bear logo on the front of them. As if Chris couldn’t adore you more, your taste in panties makes him feel warm and fuzzy, the effects of the sour diesel only making his attraction to you worse.

You nod and Chris takes that as his chance to step forward and feed his thumbs into the soft cotton fabric bunched around your hips.

To distract you whilst he pulls them down, he starts to kiss you again, and you find yourself sucking on his lip ring whilst your panties drop to your ankles.

Chris’ arms then snake around your back, both pulling you towards him and enabling him to fumble around with the strap to your bra. After successfully unclipping it, he whimpers in victory before pulling away from you.

‘Ladies first’ he jokingly gestures and grasps onto one of your hands like a gentleman whilst he leads you into the shower.

He steps in after you and shuts the glass door, both of you getting soaked in the scalding water as it trickles from the shower head and onto your hair. Chris is quick to make sure that you’re directly under the stream of water so that you can absorb all of the warmth, and he looks at you through water droplet-stained eyelashes.

You smile and blush up at him whilst he gingerly trails his fingertip up the endless waterfalls of water slipping down your curves.

He then starts to draw aimless patterns on your skin, like an artist ravishing his muse.

He threads one of his hands through the thick sopping wet mop of your hair, strands clumping together as he drags his fingertips through it and looks at it in fascination.

Your lips crash against each others once more after a single look passed between you two.

Now it’s almost as if you literally can’t breathe without a constant taste of each other’s flesh.

A nicotine addiction, but for bodies.

After kissing slowly, for a while, Chris’ cock begins to ache.

He detaches himself, now the two of you fully soaking wet and the steam residing between your bodies making its way down your throats. The atmosphere is hot, choking, lustful.

Manoeuvring around you, your slickness throbs at the sight of his arm reaching up to unhook the shower head from its hold. Fat water droplet gather at the bottom of the strands of his long hair, and they drip down to the floor at every movement he makes.

‘Your turn baby…’ he lilts cheekily into your ear after using his other free arm to wrap around your front and pull you into his chest. Using the hand gripping the shower head, he teasingly turns the pressure up until the force of the water is hammering out.

He kisses your cheek, and you feel the grin on his face as you struggle not to crumple into his hold. Your knees feel like buckling, and the ache between your legs is almost strong enough to make you feel dizzy.

‘Chris I-’ you stutter quietly, but he doesn’t give you a chance to finish before he’s quickly moving the burst of water and concentrating it upon your clit.

Your throat echos a cry as you arch your back, your head falling into the crook of his shoulder as he licks his tongue over the tepid skin of your throat.

‘Yeah, you like that don’t you…’ he mumbles cockily against your flesh, the hold he has against the shower head unrelenting, even when trying to squirm away from it.

He keeps a firm lock over your body, and the waves of sensitivity it brings you almost makes you pass out. You whine and pant, slinging your arms behind your head and clawing at Chris’ neck.

You feed your shaking fingertips into his hair to yank on it, practically begging for mercy.

‘Feels so good’ you whimper, and Chris nudges your head to envelop your mouth into his once again. This way, he swallows your noises of extreme euphoria for himself.

Your wet bodies slide together, steaming rising from in between your legs as Chris starts to control the water’s flow against your core by moving the shower head in a circular motion.

‘Open up a bit wider for me baby’ he instructs you soothingly, and uses one of his kneecaps to knock into the back of yours, commanding you to spread your thighs a little farther.

You feverishly nod with an ‘o-ok’ before your wobbling legs are stepping further out and the vibrating pleasure is increasing the more Chris gains access to your clit.

You feel his hard cock brushing in between your ass, and it throbs wildly, Chris no doubt aching to bend you over… which he does, unexpectedly.

He presses your left cheek against the wall and your hands come flying up to slap against the cold tiles whilst he forces your back into an arch.

‘Fuck baby’ you mumble, drunk off of the feeling of Chris touching you in the best possible way.

‘Give it to me momma… wanna hear how good I fuck you… make it loud’.

Chris is smug when he presses his tip into your weepy hole, one of his hands coming up to also lean against the tiles above your head, which gives him the right kind of support. His other hand still works the shower head down at your core, and you let out a strangled moan after he fits himself inside of you.

He stretches you out from behind, and you whine a little in pain at his thickness. ‘Ahh Chris… l-little slower please’ you hiss as you suck your teeth, the rough skin of his cock throbbing inside of you and spreading your walls apart. Your mouth is dropped open and your focus is on breathing as soon as you say this, a line of drool accidentally falling from out of one side of your mouth.

It splatters heavily to the floor next to your foot.

Chris sees this slimy mess, and smirks at how much he’s fucking you up, his ego stroking itself as he slowly pushes his hips forward as per your request.

‘Fuck, look at you getting all hot and bothered… my cock really that big huh?’ He patronises you whilst watching your back rise and fall laboriously at having to take in deep stuttering breaths.

You moan a ‘yes’, feathering your eyes shut just for a second to regain your composure.

Chris grins devilishly, mumbling back a stern but simple ‘take it.’ In response.

So you do, and wait until he fully bottoms out to whine for him to move again.

Chris obeys, and his wet hips snap against your ass, causing a resounding clap sound to cacophony across the expanse of his bathroom with the water in his shower still running and its stream battering quickly against your heat.

Tears almost draw within your eyes as you fully soak in how well he’s treating you, fucking you up from both the front and behind.

He groans lowly in a humongous effort to try and hold off his orgasm, just so that you can have yours first, because he realises that you deserve it a lot more than he does after letting him thrust his cock up into your mouth.

‘That good baby? I feel nice?’ He questions, but of course he already knows you love it because of the way you’re almost pathetically crying for him to go faster.

‘Make me cum please- please make me cum’ your fucked-out voice drawls, your fingernails clawing at the tiles of his shower for traction as his fat tip nudges against the most sensitive part of your core with every thrust he makes.

With the shower head still firmly held against your clit, he helps you build up your organs and after a couple more thrusts, he finally finishes you off.

He drops the still running hose to the floor in favour of gripping onto you and making sure that you don’t fall, his hips continuously going but slowing their roll as he helps you calm down from your high.

After your cunt gets too sensitive to withstand anymore of his hard prick, you tap out, and Chris pulls out, panting in tiredness and stickily jerking himself the rest of the way to his own eventual orgasm.

He squirts his cum rapidly onto your back, and you shiver at the feeling of its warm consistency, twisting your body to try and get a look at it erotically dripping down your ass cheeks.

Both of you heave, trying to catch your breaths in the heat of the shower, which proves to be an even more difficult task as soon as Chris turns you back around to face him.

‘C’mere… want more kisses’ he babyishly mumbles, requesting for your lips softly on his once again with a pretty pout on his moony face.

He whimpers happily after you give in, laughing a little at his afterglow submissiveness before pressing small peppering kisses around the corners of his mouth.

You kiss each other once more, and this time instead of you biting against his piercing, he bites against your bottom lip, your tongues lazily twisting in the swelter of the shower.

You guess that the hot water probably washed away a good half of the drug, because you didn’t feel as high anymore.

You stay there, kissing for a while until Chris decides that he wants to rinse you off.

He passes the shower head that had once been firmly focused on stimulating your clit around your body to wash any cum and sweat away, before announcing that he also wanted to wash your hair for you.

You almost melt at the sentiment and patiently stand there whilst he massages a dollop of shampoo into the roots of your hair, sudsing it up and smiling whilst he combs his long fingers through your strands.

After gently whispering ‘okay, now lean back for me…’, he passes the stream of water over your hair and bites his lip in concentration, wanting to make sure that the experience is just as soothing for you as it is for him.

You almost forget that Chris is just your drug dealer as he helps you out of the shower and grabs one of his white towels from his radiated hand rail.

Wrapping you up in one, he makes sure that you’re warm and snuggly before tying a spare one around his own waist.

Water droplets still drip from his chest as he grabs a small hand towel to place on top of your head. He then gently rubs your hair and tries to dry it as much as he can.

You both giggle at how silly you look in the mirror with the towel messily strewn across your head, which is exemplified by Chris deciding to make you laugh even further by vigorously shaking his wet hair out like a dog.

After you’re dry, he helps you back into your clothes, before playfully patting your ass as you both exit his bathroom, Chris shutting the door behind you two.

You suddenly swallow nervously and get anxious once again.

You just had sex with your dealer… twice.

What the fuck does that mean for your relationship? Are you going to have to block him and never speak to him again? Are you going to have to pretend like none of this ever happened?

You sure hope not.

As all of these worrying thoughts swirl about your mind like a raging storm, Chris suddenly comes in like a ray of sunshine and scares the clouds away with a silly sounding ‘hey, wanna play video games with me? I got a really cool new one over the weekend’.

As if he hadn’t just railed the shit out of you moments earlier.

You feel like this is Chris’ own special way of telling you not to worry about it, you can both think about the consequences later… so you smile back at him, returning to the living room where his old green couch lies before plopping down onto it.

‘Turning down a chance to beat you in Mario Kart like I always do? Never… gimme a remote and you’re on!’

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Author’s notes p.2: I want to make out with drug dealer!Chris to the song Percolator by SZA so bad. Bye- this is so specific but MUCH needed. Thank you all for waiting on the much anticipated arrival of Sour diesel part 2, I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did and likewise, I should be getting to work on cherry popper real soon! Ask, and request anything as always… until next time babies :)

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[ohbo-ohno]

was scrolling thru ur blog to ease my period cramps (ifykyk) and became enamored with the idea of price with a chubby bunnygirl reader… obedient enough that he won’t have to break her in too hard, but flighty and easily scared enough that he gets to punish her once in a while!!! perfect for light spanking and cuddles after!!! and so cute bouncing up and down on his cock!!!

im not tottttally sure that you meant to send this to me because i never write explicitly fat characters BUT i literally always image price with a plus size reader lmao, that man wants a girl with some meat on her bones and you will never convince me otherwise. like im sorry but price likes a chubby girl!! he just does!!!

anyways i think price is a Provider through and through, and he would fucking love a nice soft girl who he could pamper and take care of. loves tugging you to his lap, you giggle and blush and worry about your weight and he takes immense pride in showing you just how light you are to him (same thing with you sitting on his face & him holding you up to fuck you)

he loooooves your stomach. loves your soft rolls, the way you've just got so much skin for him to play with, to kiss, to lick, to bite. loves your soft tits and plush thighs, loves wrapping you up real tight in his arms and squeezing, laughing when you squeal and try to squirm away. takes giant handfuls of your ass, groans when he can't quite hold it all

loves spanking you cause of the way your ass bounces :( you're his soft and sweet bunny girl and he so rarely gets to take you over his lap, but when he does he gives you sharp taps with flat fingers to make your ass jiggle as much as possible. loooooves the way your cunt just barely peeks through your thighs when your legs are bent, cute little folds slick and shiny between thick thighs

looooves how much your tits bounce when he fucks you. he likes to have you ride him with your hands on his shoulders just so he can see how much your tits move, loves to try and get his teeth around your nipple, tries his damndest to suck your whole breast into his mouth and groans when he can't, cock twitching inside of you

[hrryshoney]

soon you will be mine, but i want you now

matty healy x reader

A/N: the picture? i’m just a sleaze, sorry! yeah this is part 2 to my previous matty fic! again, i apologize for any switching perspectives. lmk if i’m bad at writing smut.. honest reviews pls!

warnings: smut, literally sex lmao. idiots in love, are they gonna fuck while he’s sick? …sorry, but it wasn’t that bad in the first place! the drama queen likes to play it up. very wordy. bad writing..?😕

You and Matty were friends. Best friends. Well, maybe more than that now. Because you didn’t know any friends who did this with each other, best or not.

Matty’s lips were on yours. Moving firmly against one another. You were in a daze, it seems, because you don’t know how or when you began straddling his lap. Or maybe he put you there? Either way.

He was kissing you with such fervor that it made your whole body hot. He bit down on your lip, and you let out a truly pathetic gasp. This gave him an opening, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

Matty Healy was going to drive you insane, if he hadn’t already.

You pulled back and put your hands on his chest, breathing heavily. “Need air, Matty. Jesus, you got the lungs of a swimmer or some shit?” You move your neck back farther.

His lips chase yours. He pants, “Just got a lot of practice.” He attaches his lips to your neck. “Wanna practice on you, now.” You feel his teeth sink in, a little above your collarbone. His mouth sucks on the spot.

“You’re- you’re gonna leave a mark.” Your sentence is finished off with a half whimper/half pant. He’s really affecting you. Who knew suppressing emotions for your best friend would lead to tension filled foreplay?

“Mhm, good. Show ‘em all.” He licks over the spot he just sucked. “Can’t wait to see the mark, been wanting you like this for too long.” This is a Matty you’ve never seen before. Eyes dark, ravenous. His hair is messy atop his head, his chest is rising and falling rapidly. You think you want to become accustomed to this Matty.

“You have?” It’s a genuine question, although a stupid one. He just gave you a hickey and you’re asking if he wants you? Maybe it’s an ego thing, but you just want confirmation. You’ve been pining after him for far too long, and now that you have him.. it’s safe to say you want to keep him.

“You’re an oblivious little thing. I’ve always fancied you. Thought for sure ya noticed. Doesn’t matter, though. Have ya now.” Matty continues his assault on your neck, moving lower and lower now. The neck of his your oversized tee is moving lower with each kiss. “Can I take this off you, darling?” His eyes search yours for consent.

You barely get to finish your nod as he yanks the shirt over your head. You had forgone a bra today. Thinking you were only taking care of Matty, and that the tee covered your nipples, you didn’t see the point. Now though, on Matty’s lap, you feel all too exposed.

His eyes are glued to your chest, hands resting on your waist and squeezing the skin every so often. That look in his eyes is going to kill you. But what really does it is the small fuck me that’s whispered under his breath. Your hips give an involuntary roll against his own.

Your whimper makes him look up, you roll your hips again. Matty’s groan sounds too good coming out of his mouth. He tightens his hold on your hips. “Stop moving, yeah? Gonna be a good girl tonight and listen to me?”

Now that, you were not expecting. The moan that rips from your chest is something new. That was uncharted territory, something your old flings had never dabbled into. You didn’t think you were getting dirty talk with Matty. Oh, you were terribly wrong.

“Matty, shit. Please, yes, I’m good.” You didn’t know you had a big submissive side inside of you, but Matty is definitely bringing it out. He rolls his hips up into yours, but his hands restrain you from doing the same.

“Awe, you’re adorable, aren’t you? Just wanna be my good girl? That’s alright, love. You will be.” The snicker that comes along with his smirk is another thing you’re not accustomed to. The condescending tone. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

He picks you up from his lap and lays you back on the bed, into his previous spot. Matty had forgone a shirt, something about how hot he was with the ‘fever’. He was only in some sweats, and he looked good. You were aware of your best friends body, but seeing it this way was something else. His muscles and tattoos made your mouth water.

“Eyes are up here, babe.” He laughs at your awed state. His fingers are gilding up and down your leg, toying with the hem of your shorts. “I can take these off?” He asks for confirmation again, ever the gentleman. You nod.

“No, words. Use your words, please.” He smiles, he really is sick, you think.

“Yes, Matty, please.” Your hips buck up as he fiddles with the hem. Goosebumps have risen on your thigh from his touch.

“Good manners too, aren’t you sweet?” He grabs the waistband of your shorts and begins to pull them down. Slowly. Hauntingly slow. He knows what he’s doing, and you hate it.

You’re left in just your light blue underwear, you think it’s only fair if he strips too. “Can you take your pants off, please? Then we’ll be even.”

He simply does as he’s told, and tugs the gray sweatpants down his leg. He kicks them off to somewhere in the room, but your eyes are glued to his briefs.

Without giving you too much time to ogle, his mouth is glued to your chest. Kissing and touching your breasts. “Feel what you do to me?”

He pushed his bulge into your leg as he continues kissing your chest. “Got me so fuckin’ hard from nothing, like a bloody teenager. You always make me this hard.” He groans into your breast.

“Oh, Matty.” Your response is weak, but it’s the only coherent thing that will come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, love when you say my name. Would fuck my fist and think about ya. Moaning, making those pretty noises for me.” You gasp at that, you didn’t think he thought about you in that way.

You knew you’d done it before, but you would never tell. Those nights where you were aching, and desperately needed relief. Where you would slide your hand between your thighs and pretend it was Matty’s. You never knew the feeling was reciprocated.

“Taste so fucking good. Need a real taste. Can I, love? Can I eat ya?” You knew what he was asking, but you were apprehensive. Every time a guy went down on you, you never came. It was nothing personal, you guessed it just wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Yeah, you- you can, Matty. But if I don’t come, don’t feel some way. Never come when guys eat me out.” You shrugged, though you feel your body ignite from the way he looked at you.

“Shame. Guess they weren’t doin’ it right, darling.” He moves down your body and plants kisses on your stomach as he does so. He keeps going when he reaches the waistband of your panties. He kisses you over them.

Matty sits back on his knees and sees the prominent wet spot on your underwear. He puts his thumb atop it and pushes. You gasp, “Fuck, Matty!” clearly not ready for the stimulation.

“All that for me?” And though it’s a rhetorical question, you still nod. “So nice and wet, perfect for me.” He gives you mercy and slides your panties down your legs.

He’s at the edge of the bed now, just laying and staring at your pussy. You almost close your legs out of humiliation, but his strong hands rest on your thighs to pry them open. “Don’t run from me, darling. It’s really a sin to hide this pretty cunt. Really a shame no one’s taken care of her properly.” He runs his finger up your slit, collecting your wetness and pressing on your clit.

Your face heats from his vulgar words, and you let out a whine. Your hands cover your face. “Matty… please.”

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t be shy, ‘m just being honest.” His face gets close to your pussy and you feel his breath against it. The whine you let out is music to his ears. Matty licks a thick stripe, and you let out a guttural moan.

His tongue is all over in the best way possible. He’s sucking on your clit and it’s making you see stars. Your hands fly to his hair and you tug. “Mm, sorry. Don’t wanna hurt ya, just feels good.” You rub his head after your apology.

He speaks, and the vibrations against your cunt are sending you over the edge. “Tug all you want, don’t mind.” You let out a loud moan, and he laughs.

He moves his hand from holding your thigh and sticks one finger in your hole, continuing to suck your clit. Your hips buck from the internal stimulation. His finger moving in and out of you, and his lips around your clit is.. very pleasant, to say the least. Even more so when he adds a second finger.

You let out a sigh of pleasure. Matty curls his fingers. His are so big, yours just don’t compare. 2 of his feels like 3 of yours. He detached his lips from your clit and lays his tongue flat on it. You feel a jolt through your body, the pressure is building.

“Oh! Hm, Matty, I’m-‘m gonna…” You pant out and close your eyes tight, preparing for your orgasm. But it doesn’t come. You don’t cum. That’s because Matty has ceased all movements, moved away from your pussy entirely and is staring at you with a smile on his face.

“Matty! What the fuck, I was just about to cum. Are you serious?” You’re looking at him and pouting, a crease in your brow. He thinks you look positively adorable.

“Terribly sorry, darling.” He pouts back in faux sympathy. “But if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be ‘round my cock, yeah?” He moves to slide his briefs down his legs.

I feel myself nodding absentmindedly. Agreeing, or ready to agree with him. Ready to be compliant for him. And when he takes off his briefs… it really is a sight to see.

Matty’s cock is pretty. Of course it is, just like everything else about Matty. And right now, the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. He’s hard, long and thick. You can see veins popping out, it looks like it hurts.

Your mouth moves before you have chance to think about what your saying, “Want me to suck you off?” and your eyes widen as the words spill out.

“Jesus, what am I gonna do with you?” He asks, and smiles as he looks down at you. Kneeling on the bed, now. Slotted between your thighs. Almost where you need him. “Not today, darling. But thank you for the offer, ‘m sure your mouth feels amazing.”

‘Not today’, the phrase gives you even more hope that this is not a one off thing. That you and your best friend will progress together, and this isn’t just a hookup that will be brushed under the rug.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay? Tell me what you like and what you don’t.” He grabs onto your hands, and it all feels so tender. You’re glad Matty’s in your life.

When he thrusts in, you can’t hold the moan. He can’t hold his either. Matty’s noises are heaven sent. He sounds so good. Gravelly and whiny, but domineering. And with your whining in the back, it all sounds like the perfect soundtrack.

“You- you’re so big, Matty. Don’t know how it fits.” If you were in your right mindset, you would never inflate his ego like this. You know it’s big enough as it is. Oh, well. At least he’s endowed enough to back it up.

His smirk says enough. “Yeah? Filling you up good? This tight cunt? So good f’me. Perfect, like you were made for me.” He continues to pull in and out of you at an unrelenting pattern.

“Oh, God! Mhm, right there, please.” You can’t do much of anything else than cry out for him.

“Not God, just me.” He grins as he keeps thrusting into you, the sound of skin slapping fills the room. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” His mouth is right by your ear, you feel feral.

You clench around him. Hearing him pant your name is just the cherry on top. You feel the pressure building again. “Matty, so so close. Please.” Your whimpers and pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. Especially not when Matty brings his thumb around to press on your clit.

“Oh, Matty! Yes, yes please!”

“That’s right. My fucking girl. C’mon, be good for me. Cum. Cum all over my cock, angel. You can do it.”

All you can do is yell Matty’s name. You finally feel that release. Your vision goes white and Matty brings his hand to rest loosely on your neck. He’s still pounding into you, and you’re getting very overstimulated very fast.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. So good for me, whole time. My good little girl, I’m close, shit.” Matty is groaning and panting in your ear, his pace never wavering. You think he has too much stamina. Then, you think that’s a good thing, a really good thing.

“Matty, please. Cum for me, please.” And you don’t care how pathetic you sound, begging for him to finish. You need him that bad.

“Where- where do ya want it?”

You don’t even have to think, “In-inside me, on the pill. Please, cum inside me?”

And Matty’s guttural groan is worth it. “Fuck, gonna be the death of me. Cum inside ya, fill you up real nice. That’s what you want, right babe?”

You nod your head so much that it could fall off your shoulders, and Matty’s thrusts are slowing down. You feel his dick twitch inside of you. You feel his cum dripping down your thighs. Matty pulls out, and you know you’re gonna be sore tomorrow morning.

He’s just staring between your legs, and then, “So pretty, should keep you like this all the time.” he takes two fingers and shoves them inside of you, pushing his cum back in.

Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck me, Matty.”

He collapses into the spot next to me, and pulls me into his chest. “Already did that one, love.” We both let out a giggle.

You two lay there in comfortable silence for a couple moments. His arm is around your body, fingers drawing circles on your bicep. Your hand falls to his chest, tracing his tattoos.

You figure you have to break the silence first. “So… can I be incredibly cliche with the ‘what are we?’ line, or do I need new material?”

Matty let’s out a loud laugh at that. He plants a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Y/N, honestly I’ve liked you for the better half of 8 years. If you want to be my girlfriend, then I’d be happy to be your boyfriend.” The words boyfriend and girlfriend make you giddy. You feel like a schoolgirl on her first date.

“‘Course I’d be your girlfriend, Matty. Don’t know if you could tell, but I’ve liked you too. Obviously.” You giggle a little. There’s a light and airy feeling in your chest. This is good.

“Mhm, take you out on a proper date after this. Dinner, movie, wherever you want to go. Whatever you want to do. Suppose I did it out of order. Fucked ya first, then wooing you on a date, yeah?” Matty chuckles a little, rubbing your arm. You laugh, too.

“You woo me everyday, Matty.”

“Careful, flattery gets you everywhere with me. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You smile. Matty smiles. You’re both glowing with happiness. This time, you lean in.

[concerningwolves]

Hey! Do you have any tips for breaking writers block when you're adhd and/or autistic? Be it your own tips or a link to another post? My friend and I need help haha

Ahh sorry you got buried under spam and old ask game asks. (I... really need to sort my ask box >.<' ). But here we go, a month late, and hopefully better late than never:

Quick ideas for beating writer's block when autistic and/or ADHD

I've got this old post I wrote on writer's block and focus troubles. Ironically, this was before my autism diagnosis but the tips still happen to be things I, an autistic person, did to manage writing when faced with executive dysfunction (except I didn't know what executive dysfunction was at that point lol). I'm linking this with one important caveat, though: if you have ADHD, "stepping away" might do more harm than good; struggling to start tasks is a Big Thing with ADHD, so not starting the task at all is entirely counterproductive. (Unless you're in burnout! Here's a post about the differences between block and burnout with some ideas on what to do for each, in case that's at all helpful to you).

And here's something yoinked from another old ask-answer:

sometimes a break from more “serious” writing is what you need. Maybe try and take the characters from your main project and drop them somewhere else for the hell of it. I like to throw my characters into the MCU without warning like “lmao have fun in a strange modern world where there are gods and a guy in an iron flying suit bye.” Or, if fandom cross-overs aren’t your thing, find a writing prompt or take an idea you like and use it to form a short story with your characters instead.

Some other ideas I've seen around for writer's block with ADHD/Autism are:

Try voice recording or text to speech (i.e., absolute stream-of-consciousness unfiltered brain-to-mouth, giving yourself permission to 100% bullshit if you like, and see what rattles loose in the brain box)

Stream of consciousness writing in general, not even necessarily about a particular prompt or particular project. This one can be done in combination with:

Writing sprints! One minute timers, two minute timers, five minutes – set it for as long as you want, but when you're fighting executive dysfunction and/or difficulty focusing, the burst of urgency that comes from a shorter timer is very helpful.

And speaking of the sense of urgency: gamify your writing! There are different ways to do this, with varying elements of risk. I'll link some ways to do this at the end under "resources".

Exercise. I don't necessarily mean hitting the gym, but a quick burst of exercise prior to writing to get the heart rate up can help wake your brain up a bit. (Or, if you find repetitive exercise mind-numbingly boring like I do, the writing sure does start to look appealing lol).

Meditation. Okay, this one is sort of 🤔 for me, because I do often hear from fellow autistics and our ADHD cousins that meditation is literally impossible for us. It is for me. But! Like with exercise above, if meditation bores you instead of helping relax and ""clear your mind"", you can probably use that boredom to your advantage. Or, it might work as intended.

Change your workspace/situation/routine. Sometimes the problem is that you need new sensory input, or that your brain has gotten thoroughly bored and decided not to tell you. Use a different chair. Move to the kitchen table. Write at a different time of day. Have a different snack (or try having a snack while writing...). Basically, look at what you're currently trying, and see how you can do it differently.

It's also really good practise to get comfortable with Being Bad At Writing. Perfectionism and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria are the biggest, meanest brain weasels with the sharpest teeth. Don't let them bully you. It sucks. It takes a lot of time and effort and internal work, which is why I was loathe to include this on a post of quick solutions, but. It is important.

And getting comfortable with this doesn't necessarily mean learning how to accept critique, or accepting that sometimes you'll write things that suck. It means accepting that sometimes you won't handle critique or feedback well, and also accepting that you won't always manage to beat the writer's block or be productive. Sometimes you have to make peace with the fact that you're going to feel horrible, feel your feelings, and try to remind yourself on the other side that none of it means you're a talentless hack.

Resources

Anything with a 🪙 next to it is paid only (I've tried to limit these and find alternatives).

The resources are split into things that "gameify" writing (i.e., hack your dopamine/serotonin in ways that reaaaaallly help autistic and ADHD folks), writing programs that are designed to help you focus, writing programs that track your habits and appeal to the "ohhhh numbers going up" brain, focus-aiding apps, and some miscellaneous stuff. Under the cut to save your dashes.

"Gamifying" your writing:

The Most Dangerous Writing App – You can't stop typing before your set timer runs out, or you risk losing your work. Excellent for warming up, stream-of-consciousness, or if you're feeling reckless, working on your actual project. I did a lot of the second draft of When Dealing with Wolves on this thing (it was terrifying yet highly effective).

Written? Kitten! – Get rewarded for meeting your set writing wordcount with kitten pictures. Haven't used this one personally, but heard wonderful things about it.

4TheWords 🪙 – This one gamifies writing in the most literal sense. As in, it's an online game where you defeat monsters, explore and level up by writing words. I did the free trial a couple years back, and I've heard there are a lot of different ways you can lower the subscription cost. The only reason I haven't gone back to it is because I feel like I can't justify spending money on it when I'm doing fine with Scrivener and free resources, but maybe one day I will purely for the fun factor...

StimuWrite – similar idea to Written Kitten; the app provides visual/audio stimulation while you write, which is great for many ADHD-ers and autistics. There's a progress bar, soundscape options, typing effects and emoji reactions as rewards, among other features.

Write or Die – This is The Most Dangerous Writing App meets Written Kitten. As far as I can figure out, the basic web version is free to use; you can set the parameters like how how long you want to write for, how many words to reach, and whether you want rewards for meeting goals or punishments for failing to meet them. There's also a stimulus mode, where the nice auditory stimulus goes away if you stop writing.

Minimalist/Focus writing programs:

Focus Writer [Windows] – thoroughly stripped-down minimalist word processor. As far as I know, it has basic functions like find-replace, but mostly it's designed only for writing. Not for formatting, spellchecking or editing.

iA Writer 🪙 [iOS] – Similar to Focus Writer, it's designed to fill your screen with a simple workspace. Allows you to use markdown formatting, and has a feature called Focus Mode that blurs out everything except the sentence you're typing. (If I could find a Windows-friendly alternative to this with that same feature I would be so happy). A cheaper alternative is 1Writer, but that doesn't have the focus mode.

Typewrite Something – Absolutely bare minimum web-based typewriter simulator. Basically just a blank screen that you start typing on, and the words appear in a typewriter font. Great for stream-of-consciousness without the risk level of TMDWA because you can't backspace. If you don't like the clacky sound, turn off your volume.

Focus Apps

Cold Turkey – Block applications and websites on your laptop/computer for a specified period of time. You can even block the entire internet.

Forest – Similar to Cold Turkey in that it stops you from seeking distractions or getting distracted. Set a timer and the app starts growing a tree. If you leave the app, the tree dies. Once you have a tree, you add it to your forest.

Habit-building writing programs:

Novlr – Simple, minimal layout, and tracks your writing goals per month and day, and your daily streak. There are more features in the plus and pro versions, and you can only have five projects in the free version, but otherwise it looks like a good free alternative to the next two programs:

750 Words 🪙 – Made for free writing, but also very useful for drafting. I had it for a month or so a while back on the free trial. It tracks writing streaks and gives you fun graphs and statistics at the end of each session, including number of distractions, actual typing time vs total time and average words per minute. Also, it analyses the mood of what you wrote, which I always found delightful.

Writing Analytics 🪙 – If writing streaks, badges and analytical graphs get your dopamine going, then I really recommend this one. The writing screen itself is very minimalistic, but it still shows your writing speed (I loved watching that go up) and your goal progress. In terms of analytics, it tracks a LOT of different things, including time spent writing vs revising, average wordcounts per day/month/year, and words written vs words deleted. I used this for about a year before I switched to Scrivener, and the switch was purely because I needed something that wasn't subscription-based. (Apparently since I stopped using it there's also a new feature that lets you create private writing rooms and see other writer's progress).

Misc.

WriteTrack – Not a word processor, but it has very good tools for tracking and planning your writing. Again, if graphs going up helps your brain, this is excellent, but you can't see it in real time.

10 ADHD-friendly brain tricks for writers – what it says on the tin: ten tips for writers with ADHD; I'm particularly fond of "Put away one knife", which breaks the nebulous task of "start writing" into something really simple like just... pull out your desk chair.

[chocotonez]

skz reaction: finding an item that isn’t your’s in their car (prank gone wrong) (cops called) (3am!!)

a/n: writing this on the plane LMAO, I decided to take a more uhhh general approach to this request? Nothing in the nature made me uncomfortable I just had a lot of ideas, but if you wanted me to do specifically do the items you requested just lmk lovely anon! xoxo

warnings/genre: angst w happy-ish ending, hcs mixed with scenarios, somewhat proofread, crying n arguing sorry

chan

-At first he is absolutely terrified when you pull out a press on nail from below the seat

-Maybe his sister left it there when he last visited?? one of his members trying a new style?? he literally does not know and he’s panicking.

-gaslit to the extreme because he like genuinely believes he did something wrong even if he hasn’t had anyone else but you in his car for the past week

-“That genuinely isn’t your’s? But I swear I haven’t picked up any girl, babe, please, I’m serious that I have no idea where that came from-“

-you started feeling bad halfway because he was tearing up and then you were like, “it was a prank I’m sorry! This is an old nail babe!”

-He was not at all amused

“Are you kidding me?” He laughed dryly, clutching the wheel with white knuckles.

“I didn’t expect you to genuinely believe me, Chris, I’m sorry-“ you tried, awkwardly saving the tik tok to your drafts.

“I just…? Babe, that’s such a stupid joke, I genuinely thought I did something wrong…” You looked over at him, his teeth sucked and face tense. “Never do that to me again, please?”

minho

-It blows up immediately, but like not in the way your video went viral, more of that he was pissed

-not really at you?? but just at the absurdity of the situation because do you really think that he’s fooled by the fact the car smells like the old body spray you stopped using a few weeks ago? not getting past him, sorry babe

-I think it’ll get kinda toxic where he’ll be like “are you literally insane this is ur old body spray, I literally never drive anyways why would I pick up anyone else but you??” Like not manipulative because it’s the truth but it’s sorta mean in the way he says it

-you eventually just get pissed off and admit it was just a prank

-“yea no shit” -him

“How dumb do you think I am?” He clicked his tongue, parking in front of your place. “Seriously, if you wanted to play such a stupid joke on me you have to be smarter with it.” You huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

“You know, if I ever actually accused you of cheating and you acted like this we would’ve broken up by now.”

“No? So it’s not right for me to get mad at me over you just randomly accusing me when I didn’t do anything?”

“It was a joke!” You exclaimed, finally turning to face him. He grabbed your face, kissing you, frustrated and rough, but his grip on your skin was gentle.

“And you think my feelings for you are?”

changbin

-I feel like he’d immediately burst into tears even though he didn’t do anything, he just didn’t like that you were upset cuz now he was upset too even though he has no idea where a scrunchie both of you have never seen came from

-not really begging but more just like pleading for you to understand he genuinely has no clue where tf it came from

-“I’m always at the studio how would I even have time to cheat on you!!”

-you felt so bad and who wouldn’t because making changbin feel bad is actually a crime

“Binnie, I’m sorry, it was just a joke, I put it there.”

“Why would you do that?!” He exclaimed, wiping his face with the tissue paper you handed him.

“I-I’m sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t react like this. You know I’d never really think you’d cheat on me, okay? I love you.”

“Then you should know that I would never do something like that to you. You know I love you, okay? Please don’t ever make my loyalty a joke.”

hyunjin

-silent treatment because he mainly doesn’t know how to react but because he’s also like there’s no fuckin way

-he knows for a fact he would never cheat on you with someone who’d leave their extensions behind.

-“Jagi. Do you really think I’d break your heart over a girl who’s wearing 5$ extensions?”

-your attempts are laughable but he genuinely cannot fathom the fact you’re worried, he either immediately thinks it’s a joke or this is some weird fever dream

-it’s very frustrating to keep trying to fool a man who can’t be fooled </3 so you admit it was a joke

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he teased.

“I didn’t think you’d figure it out immediately.”

“I didn’t think it was a joke, love. I just know I wouldn’t leave you for anything, especially someone with cheap extensions.”

“You are so…” you sighed, relieved it didn’t blow over in an argument. “I know, and I love you.”

“Love you too, but if you wanna do a prank, at least think ahead next time, okay? Good try.”

han

-bursts into tears pt2

-I think he’s like Chan where he genuinely believed someone other than you left behind a face mask with makeup staining the interior, but also he doesn’t know anyone who wears that lip shade other than you?? but you wouldn’t lie to him about this right??

-it’s not naivety it’s trust, he genuinely believes your worries are valid and it’s sweet but also upsetting to watch him tear up and panic

-you finally just admit you left it there as a joke, and he gives you the silent treatment for a solid ten minutes

“Hannie?”

“…I can’t believe you right now, you’re always playing with my feelings.”

“I’m sorry Han, I didn’t think you’d believe it. You know I’d never think you would cheat on me, right?”

“No, y/n, I don’t know that, that’s why I was freaking out!” He exclaimed, sighing. You looked down at your feet, regretting the idea. “It’s not that I don’t trust you like that, but I don’t know if you trust me.”

“But I-“

“Well I don’t know that. I love you, but it’s hard to remember you love me too.”

“Well I do,” you insisted, narrowing your eyes. “I love and trust you.” He gave you a side glance, biting his bottom lip.

“I love you, and I trust you too. But never do this again, please?”

felix

-he finds the ring before you do, a small piece that you probably wouldn’t wear. it doesn’t rlly look like your style, but oh well

-has never felt fear like that when you respond with “uhhh ive never seen that before?” (lie)

-smh y/n do better </3

-he’s just really confused, he doesn’t immediately realize that finding this piece is an implication he’s cheating on you, so he thinks some rando broke into your car

-you have to sorta push the fact it’s a piece of jewelry that isn’t your’s that was found in his passenger’s seat

-gets very defensive when he realizes that’s what ur implying

-is relieved but not happy when you drop the act

“Darling, you’d know I wouldn’t do that to you, did anyone borrow the car? Weren’t you with your friends the other day?”

“Felix, we never drive anywhere unless it’s you and me!”

“But I’ve never-“ You notice his eyes beginning to swell with frustrated tears, as he ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t know what you want me to say? I’ve never seen this ring before.”

“Lix…don’t cry, okay? It was just a stupid prank. I put thé ring there.”

“But why would you do that? Don’t you know I’d never cheat on you?” He sniffled, trying to disguise the fact there were already tears running down his cheek.

“I do, that’s why it was a prank. You’d never hurt me like this, okay? I’m sorry.” He embraced you, squeezing you until it was as heart wrenching as he felt.

“It was a really mean prank, darling.”

seungmin

-very defensive when you question him about a bracelet you found in his bathroom that doesn’t look like anything either of you own

-v tired and I feel like he’s not at all the type interested in repetitive and unproductive discussions so he might just snap and it starts becoming an argument

-so insanely done w the conversation that he really might just sleep on the couch

-you just want it to end because it’s getting really touchy so you say it was a joke

-he is not pleased :|, but he takes it a lot better than the others

“That’s the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard,” he blurted, staring at your upset figure. He immediately felt bad, knowing he was a bit harsh, but seriously, it felt like you were gaslighting him!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did this-“

“No, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have reacted like this, especially if it was serious.” You hugged him immediately, sighing and muttering an apology.

“You know I trust you, okay? I’m sorry.”

“I love you, don’t ever question it.

jeongin

-yknow I was thinking what about doing this prank and it turns out they were actually cheating on u lmao

-anyways yea he’s annoyed because he thinks it’s a waste of time and he doesn’t even know where that hair clip came from

-but he wants to make sure you feel heard because he LOVES u ok!! even though the things ur saying e stupid and very obviously false!!

-I think he’d be the one most likely to acknowledge this was probably a prank, and then you have to admit it because you know you lost </3

-sure it was annoying but it was cute you tried

“Hey, don’t pull stuff like that again okay? It’s pointless, and you know I hate being mad.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be a fun trend.”

“I know, I’m sorry if I was mean too. I just didn’t wanna be accused of something I didn’t do, okay?” You smiled, holding him closer as he ran his hands through your hair. “When did you get that hair clip anyways?”

“The convenience store.”

“Knew it. I love you more than anything, so don’t expect me to give you up so easily.”

[simmancy]

Happy Spooky Season, pumpkaboos! 

Here’s what’s happening this month / going forward on simmancy-dot-tumblr-dot-com.

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Hi there if you’re new! My name is Kit, I am 32 now, this is my simblr, I am active on and off. If any of that bothers you, unfollow, it's okay! If you're here because I posted a mod list or a random piece of CC you like, then I have good news - I do those things occasionally! When I am actively posting, I usually dabble in gameplay. I don't do much storytelling anymore because... well, I don't have the time!

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I have SOME stuff I've been poking at in my ~spare time~. I love Simblreen, it's the best time of the year imo and it's just... a tradition. It's a tradition. So I'm going to try 🤞

I have been writing out a mod list centered around occults/spooky gameplay at least. So that's seasonally appropriate????? If you have a mod list request hit my inbox because I still fucking LOVE WCIFs and that's a sort of WCIF.

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🎃

This year (and likely going forward), I'm going to try to use my blog to showcase the community. There's SO many cool things in the ts4 tag!! So I've been scouring it at the dead of night to refill my queue 👻 That's what you can mainly expect this month. No CAS challenges, no CC challenges, just some creepies and kookies from others around simblr.

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🌕

Hi regular followers!! I’m so sorry if you've been here a long time, because I don't have much updates on my ~classic~ gameplays and saves and they just...... won't be. For a while.

Not So Perry... I have a bit of Gen 4 but I haven't played in a whiiiiile so. I might revisit that/redo/we'll see.

Star x Crossed is indefinitely on hold - I will probably revise how that was posting because the full episodes just aren't possible right now. I might do it more as like... an edit type thing, where the edits tell the stories or whatever. It SUCKS because I had really big hopes and dreams for that save and instead I... had a child.

The Nobel ABCs will return because I have 10 generations done in game. I just need to queue.

Maggie's Wonderful Life WILL eventually be done LMAO. I'm hoping to get back into that save soonish. I LOVE farming gameplay! So I want to play/finish it. I had about half of the introductions shot before I got distracted with other things and then... well. yeah.

New saves? When I manage to play, I play a lot of newer saves LMAO. Mostly because when I have time right now I need... something easy.

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 🔮

I decided I like doing this once a year Simmancy Newsletter during my favorite time of the year. Halloween remains the BEST season, and there's also no guarantee I won't drop off the face of the planet again.

Obv the main thing is that, as previously stated, I had a baby. A whole ass baby. She's now 3 months old, and she is so much in the best way. We're currently teething and if you're like "Kit that seems a bit early," you're absolutely right but this is the lot I've drawn in life. She likes to be sat up, and stood up, and to talk to the Baby in the Mirror. She also is obsessed with trees and the cat. I know new moms are annoying and I'm absolutely that annoying new mom, I literally cannot shut up about her and therefore make my sims blog also about her.

I go back to work next month and I'm absolutely dreading it. Can I just be a sim and have someone press motherlode for me? Please?

Otherwise, there's very little in Kit World. The past 6 simblr years remain wonderful, and I've met some of my best friends on here. I go between BG3 and Sims when I have game time (which isn't a lot because Baby Simmancy is increasingly awake and mobile). I WISH I had more time to hang around here but maybe in a year or so.

Anyway, that’s my update of the year. Happy spooky season everybody! I hope it’s a good one!

Stay safe & spooky out there!

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

Summary: Marko makes you dinner sometimes.

Brought to you by; my personal philosophy on how much immortality would fucking suck, how much I want to bone the lost boys, and how much I love Italian food, although I like lobster ravioli with vodka sauce way more than stuffed shells u guys it's literally perfect. Also I decided to write a full fic for once lmao 🤪🤪🤪

Warnings: very brief mention of police brutality but the cops die lol, some mentions of sexual content, cursing, drug mentions, general violence, unedited ramblings of a madwoman who's procrastinating finishing the third draft of her novel.

Black reader, mention of reader wearing a bonnet and earrings, and having locs!! But I don't Think any specific gender stuff. ***Non-Black people are 100% allowed to read and interact btw just please don't be racist lol

Marko would cook you Italian food sometimes.

It would always come out weird, and he would only do it out of the blue.

It'd be in the middle of the night, when they'd all decided to completely raid your house because you'd worked an early shift that morning and were sleeping in entirely too late for their tastes.

They'd be clamoring and making a bunch of noise at first before they realized half an hour had passed and you were still snoring.

It was late, and they'd eaten already. They wouldn't go as far as to brush their teeth for you, but a quick swig from the now empty bottle of tequila belonging to someone at the bonfire would be enough to take away the taste of iron in their mouths.

Dwayne would buy gum every once in a while. He wanted you to feel it one day—the steel warmth of a fresh kill on your tongue melding with the taste of booze, weed, and the same damn thing on his, but he couldn't pretend there was no part of him that liked you not knowing.

None of them would if they ever decided to be honest with themselves about it.

Sometimes it was nice to hear you snoring.

You'd wake up, somewhere around three in the morning, you'd guess. You were still too tired to accurately read the clock on your nightstand.

You'd adjust your bonnet and step out into the living room, following the smell that'd permeated your home and made your mouth water in your dreams. You were never surprised to see them.

You'd say they'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you ever decided to be honest with yourself.

You were surprised to see Marko, standing at your stove in your green tiled kitchen, looking at your pink non-stick pans with a scowl on his face while the rest of your boys talked about where they'd go once you woke up.

The answer to their conversation was absolutely nowhere. You were still wearing the bamboo hoop earrings you'd forgotten to take off the night before and rubbing at the indents they'd left in your neck, shuddering every time you'd brush against the scars and bruises they'd left on you simply because you'd begged for it so nicely.

There wasn't a chance you'd step out of the house until Monday morning. Every shift made you wonder if you should just ask.

For their lives, or lack thereof, for their blood, for forever with them in the same town doing the same things until the sun exploded and you'd die with the people you'd grow to see as prey.

Every time you thought about it—Eternity—it was too much. Too big. Way too big a thought for three in the morning.

"Hey Doll," David drawled. You'd mumble out a hello back, a sly smile on your face as you shuffled towards him wrapping your arms around him—partially because the cool leather of his jacket and his big arms wrapped around you felt nice, but mostly because you were tired of supporting your own weight.

Paul was on you in a second, kissing whatever skin he could reach from his awkward position before you turned your head to make out with him, drowsy and horny and happy to be touched.

"Baby," he'd pout after you'd pull back, "you said we'd hang on the boardwalk tonight. That band you like is playing."

You scowl even then, "I like them, but not enough to go out after a twelve hour shift. You guys can go—" your words were cut off by an obnoxiously loud yawn, "—see them if you want, I'm off for the weekend thank god, I'll be here tomorrow."

Dwayne would come up to you then, rubbing your back and pushing a loc that had somehow escaped your bonnet back in place. He'd be frowning. He'd never get used to seeing you tired, or hungry, or thirsty, or anything near the realm of unhappy if he was honest.

He'd never tell you to quit though. He'd just imply it. And maybe imply how fun it would be to commit arson again to his men.

You'd jump a bit in David's arms when the incredibly kitsch Garfield kitchen timer you'd begged them to buy you with money they stole from someone that only a small part of you hoped was still alive. You regretted getting it often, but not often enough.

Marko reached to grab the dish with his bare hands and you had to yell to remind him to put on gloves. Even in your sleep-deprived state you were shocked he'd actually listened.

Soon you were being ushered to your couch, the still on tv in your living room playing nothing but static. You needled through your collection of tapes for all of two seconds before you picked up the first thing that looked like it'd be some decent background noise, shoving into your VCR and opening your eyes for long enough to watch that look they all got in their eyes when you turned on the tv.

You think David had seen one growing up, he'd mention he'd been around since sometime in the fifties, but from the way he described his child you were sure he hadn't owned one.

Dwayne, you think, worried a lot about it. He was the second oldest out of all of them and he'd seen things that you were sure you couldn't imagine, he'd been around since before this country was stolen and he'd lived through hells you wish you could erase from his mind but the cast of light from the screen on his face illuminated that glimmer of wonder and fear in his eyes. You hoped one day he'd tell you what he was afraid of.

Paul looked like a kid in a candy store nearly every second of every day. All you had to day was smile at him or lift up your top and he'd start giggling like a school girl. He quieted whenever you put on a movie on. He'd lift up his arm like he expected you'd always be there to take up the space next to him, and he'd go back and forth from staring at you and the tv like he wanted something he couldn't have. You didn't think he'd had many moments nowadays where he couldn't get what he wanted. If his smile didn't look so fake, you'd think maybe it'd be good for him.

Marko was old. You didn't think so at first, no one would. He had a baby face that would've gotten him carded at every event you went to if it wasn't for mind control and he acted on impulse more than any person or animal you'd ever met. There were wild, rabid squirrels that acted with more caution, thought, and patience than Marko. But he was old. He'd never told you how old, but you could see it. It hadn't taken long.

He'd always walk on the side of you closest to the road, he'd hold open every door, and he'd never let you pay for your own drinks, food, stuffed animals, arcade games—he'd practically jumped a carnie once to get you a stuffed animal that slept next to you in bed every night since then.

But they all did that, sometimes to a less dramatic extent, but it wasn't anything new.

You knew Marko was old when he stared at a stamp with the Mona Lisa on it and smiled, turning to you and saying something in Italian before wincing to himself and shaking his head. He refused to tell you what it was he said and dragged you over to go pick out a bracelet for him to shoplift for you.

You knew he was old when he stared at the water on the beach and told you how much he hates how murky it is here.

"I wouldn't have left if I'd known the water would look the same," he'd said.

He had told you when you'd asked that he meant Italy. He wouldn't answer when you asked him when.

Marko never looked at the tv much. You hoped it was because he didn't care, but you knew he'd never tell you.

You'd shoved half of a stuffed shell into your face, thankful you'd had ricotta and even more thankful they'd used the ground pork you'd started defrosting that morning, you wouldn't have had it in you to use it until next Sunday, probably.

"How is it, sweet cheeks?" He'd called you cocoa powder, chocolate cake, cocoa butter, and all other variants of food related nicknames a good three days into knowing you. It took a long conversation about race with you and Dwayne to get him to stop, and he'd settled for sweet cheeks. You wondered how he could go so long without realizing how bad things had been. You'd never seen him look more angry than when you'd talked about all the times the Santa Carla police department had followed you, threatened you, hit you, called you out your name. They all had, but he'd looked surprised first and foremost. He swore on that day when he'd come back with blood trailing down his face and emptied a bag full of police badges on to the ground in front of where you stood that he'd never eat a black person from that day forward.

"Reparations." He'd smiled. It was all red-stained teeth.

There wasn't much of you that felt bad.

"It's perfect," you said through a second mouthful of pasta. It wasn't, it needed salt, the shells were just a bit too undercooked, and there wasn't enough oregano for your tastes, but that didn't mean it wasn't heavenly.

He'd made it. He'd made it for you, because he'd wanted to. And you were tired, and a little tipsy from the glass of moscato someone had slid in your hand sometime after you'd climbed onto Paul's lap. It could've tasted like wet cardboard, you would've been thrilled regardless.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" You asked.

You were just coherent enough to see that sad look on Paul's face make it's way into Marko's. His big doe eyes creasing at the corners.

'He'll never get crows feet,' you thought, 'probably wouldn't if he was human either.'

You knew there was no answer coming, so you turned your attention to the little boy from the never ending story hiding out in his attic and beginning to read his book.

"Rome." He whispered.

You didn't think you were supposed to hear him, even though you were sure he saw you freeze after he'd said it.

You looked at him from the other side of your small, dingy couch you'd forced them to help you move, check for bedbugs, and reupholster—as a fun bonding activity, of course.

There was a blood stain on the fabric that hadn't come out somewhere on the underside. It was such a pretty green you'd felt bad using hydrogen peroxide, so, you pretended.

Just like you'd pretend Marko wasn't looking at you like you were perfect. Like if he could he'd tattoo every forehead wrinkle, every breath you took, every pimple, split end, and scar into his brain.

Like you pretend he didn't ever look at you and wonder what life was like.

You beamed at him, and took another bite of the pasta, watching as his eyes shifted and he became your Marko again. The animal who wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and fed, and on his cock. Or his fingers, or tongue, whatever kept you distracted for long enough to not notice how little of him was left.

How many times had David lied to you and told you how thrilling existing without any attachments was? How many times had Dwayne offered you his jacket and whispered something under his breath about how you wouldn't be needing it forever? How many times had Paul pouted and teased you when you'd told him you needed to pace yourself after he'd tossed back his thirtieth shot?

How many times would Marko recreate a recipe his Nonna probably taught him and pretend the years he'd spent traveling the world made up for the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to see her again?

You cringed when you heard the little boy screaming as his horse drowned in tar, scrambling for the remote and sighing with relief when David started fast-forwarding through the scene, like he always did.

One day you'd ask them. If they actually did think it was worth it.

Maybe one day they'd be honest with themselves. Maybe one day they'd let themselves mourn.

That day would come long after you'd mourned for them. Probably not too long after you'd start to mourn with them.

But that day was nowhere close to right now. Right now you'd finish your pasta and use the two hours left before sunrise to make out with them.

You promised yourself at least once every week that you'd talk about these moments forever.

No matter how much it may hurt to talk about.

[corevoid]

AAYYY some refs for my turts!! Still tryna work out a name for this au lmao. Rewrote the text under the cut, apologies for my atrocious handwriting ahddhhdjf

Really vague story synopsis: “villain” donnie au where he doesn’t become evil exactly but instead snaps and goes on a violent revenge quest to avenge the death of someone close to him. He believes he has to be the one to kill the one who did it, and leaves his family and becomes a sort of antagonist to them as well while they try to help him and bring him back so they can tackle this together.

I don’t know if I’m gonna make it a fic or if it’s just gonna live in my head lmao (motivation to write is sucks) but I’m definitely gonna be doing a good chunk of art for it :D

(ALSO IMPORTANT: their origin is very rise esque in that they were mutated with the intention of them being weapons. They have some genetic enhancements (pain tolerance and strength, most notably) and have some added dna from wolves and cats.)

(Also also forgot Mikey and Donnie’s flags they’re genderfluid and demiboy respectively)

Hamato Leonardo, 17 y/o, he/him, 5’9”

-Headphones are Bluetooth

-yellow pupil, tends to unnerve people

-most doglike of the 4, lets him pull some terrifying expressions

-in regards to knee brace, pain from an old break

-pure white nictitating membrane

-inferiority complex + anxiety

-most wolf dna of the 4, shows in snout and teeth. Behaviourally very doglike. Incredible sense of smell and hearing.

-quiet but not shy. Scarily observant.

-adorably polite, massive people pleaser

-the most hungry for his dads approval, has gotten him and his siblings in trouble trying to get it

-music enthusiast. Has a YouTube channel dedicated to making electronic remixes of literally everything under the sun (huge nerd)

Hamato Raphael, 17 y/o, he/she, 5’7”

-Alligator snapping turtle, second youngest

-plastron chip is as healed as it will get. Is what remains of a near complete left shoulder to right hip crack.

-chews his mask tails when he’s nervous

-red pupil, black band horizontally through iris

-files her spines down, back is flat and smooth

-strap on back for carrying a skateboard like Mikey has

-light bluish iridescence to his nictitating membrane

-kept the most turtle features through mutation out of the 4. Iris band, mostly intact beak, can’t process a lot of foods, higher skin/scales ratio, etc…

-hot headed + short fuse, but also good hearted and gentle

-self proclaimed protector of the family. Made it his duty to be the only killer after seeing how Leo’s first (and only) kill affected him.

-it affects Raph too, but she pretends it doesn’t (get this child therapy!) Only ever talks to Casey about this.

-incredible cook, but only cooks for family. Own diet is just a normal turtles and entirely raw. (Still sometimes eats stuff he shouldn’t as a treat)

-loves animals, mad she isn’t allowed a cat

Hamato Donatello, 17 y/o, he/they, 6’2”

-Spiny softshell, youngest but tallest sibling

-one end of staff is a flamethrower :)

-top compartment of battleshell also acts as storage!

-self conscious about their height

-flexible and very flat shell, spines are soft

-removed several spikes so his battleshell would fit more comfortably —> no longer allowed in his lab unsupervised

-yellow iridescence to their nictitating membrane

-shell doesn’t come up past their shoulders when he stands straight

-very quiet and rather shy, confident in his intelligence but not much else

-doesn’t speak often, and when they do it tends to be very succinct. It’s a special treat whenever they actively participate in a conversation

-Mikey is very special to him. Rarely ever see one without the other. Mikey frequently acts as Donnie’s voice, always knows exactly what he’s feeling and thinking (like twin telepathy pretty much)

-enitrely carnivorous, and a good hunter

-struggles to keep their animal nature separate from their human nature. Prone to slipping into a feral state, especially under stress, and is always feral during fights

-VERY self conscious and embarrassed by this, tries very hard to stay in a human mindset

-robotics hobbyist. Participates in robot fighting and currently holds champ title. Attends remotely via a metalhead-esque robotic body. His persona/stagename is Dondroid :)

Hamato Michelangelo, 17 y/o, any pronouns, 5’ even

-Ornate box turtle, second oldest but still the shortest

-doesn’t wear elbow pads 🤨

-very tall and round shell

-pink iridescence to her nictitating membrane

-heterochromia!

-excitable and energetic, but like in an easygoing sort of way

-VERY emotionally intelligent,can understand someone’s emotional state via vibes alone

-closest with Donnie, they understand eachother on an insanely deep level. Frequently acts as Donnie’s voice and is his primary support

-they’re the most human of the 4. He’s incapable of making the more animal sounds his siblings can and has to just approximate them with the voice box he has.

-she’s also the only warm blooded turtle. Makes them a prime hug target.

-An artist! Loves any 2d medium. Has an ongoing comic (6 books and counting) about a self insert superhero lol (her sidekick is based off Donnie, too)

[onboardsorasora]

do you think you're gonna write some ficlet in the let me adore you verse? i'm gonna miss those guys

ANON OMG HIIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASKKKKKKK🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰

I love those guys so so so much and I'm happy you love them too. I absolutely will write ficlets for them, they're my first f1rpf babys. And tbh I've wanted to for so long but I didn't want to ruin Teeth!!

Buuuuttt since we're all posted and stuff I can! I've had this coda in my notes for months now lmao. I'd completely forgotten about it. It was literally just dialogue and this ask had be SPRINTING to my Google docs to finish it up! I did it on my phone and it's unedited so I'm so sorry if it like has mistakes and sucks lmao. I hope it doesn't

This is for you Anonstie💕💕

Daniel smiled at the receptionist as he stepped out of the office building in Nice. His phone rang in his hand and with a smile, he answers it.

“Hey Maxy taxi. We still on for lunch?” He stopped at an intersection, checking the traffic before stepping into the street.

“Of course. Same place?” Max's voice was steady on the other line, Daniel wondered if he was driving. 

Daniel had just come in from Keynes, what was maybe his third trip in as many months. He'd been pretty busy since he took over for Jackie.

This trip, thankfully, was just to end his consulting role with Red Bull. He didn't want the Stewarding Panel to have any more seeming affiliation than needed with one Organization. Christian had understood but Daniel knew he wasn't exactly happy about it.

He'd then had another appointment in Nice with one of the heads of Alpine and then he was supposed to stop at an old safe house before meeting Max for lunch.

Honestly, the appointments were the worst part of the whole gig and he understood, now, why Sebastian always complained about them.

“Yeppers." Daniel reached into his pocket for the keys to a seemingly run down building.

“I thought you were wearing the green shirt?” Max commented offhandedly.

“Hmm?” Daniel raised a brow and turned his arm, taking in the dark blue of his long sleeve.

“Didn’t you go meet Otmar in a green shirt?”

"Yeah then I like spilt tea all over myself and took off that sweatshirt. It's in my bag." Daniel rolled his eyes fondly, and hung his head with an embarrassed sigh.

He stepped back from the stoop of the building and looked around; taking in all the highrises and trying to mentally calculate just which one Max would be laying on, watching his movements through his scope. “Babe, you promised you wouldn’t." Daniel complained lightly, turning his focus back to finding his errant keys.

“I just don’t trust the guy, I think.” Max said simply.

Daniel could hear Max's shrug, hear the shift of his Tshirt on the butt of the sniper rifle. “That’s fair. But you could have told me”

“Just like you, of course,wore a different shirt and didn’t tell me. What if something happened, maybe, and I am too busy looking for a green shirt to find you." Max grumped in his ear, Daniel chuckled at his audible pout.

“Bee tee dubs, I did tell you." Daniel shouldered open the stuck door. "Check the chat."

He pocketed his keys then turned around and blew a kiss to the sky. "I'll see you at the restaurant babe."

[yeowangies]

Edge

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PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, edgeplay, orgasm delay/denial, dom/sub undertones, rough sex. WORDCOUNT: 4390

Summary:

It had been going on for what felt like hours. You lost count of how many times he had edged you; your mind was in a haze at that point, but it certainly felt like it had been way too many to be fun anymore.

Notes:

I had this idea and I had to write immediately. It's literally straight up porn.

Sometimes I hate when the pillow talk gets out of my hands, because now I feel like I have to write another part for this lmao.

(I'm still writing the sequel to my Raditz fic, and I'm almost done with it so stay tuned)

Clutching the sheets tightly on your hands and closing your eyes, you breathed in deeply. The heat in your belly was steadily growing tighter and close to bursting any second. You didn’t want to give away how close you were, however.

Vegeta was staring at you carefully, gauging every reaction, every noise, every move you made, while his head was in between your legs. He was slowly dragging his tongue over your folds, and flattening it when he reached your clit. You choked back a moan when he did, the touch not strong enough to tip you over the edge, but enough to tease you. He repeated the same action, almost methodically, and you hummed, trying to move your hips against his face, but his hands on your middle were keeping you still against your will.

It had been going on for what felt like hours. Vegeta had been eating you out slowly, getting you on the edge of an orgasm, but then suddenly stopping. You lost count of how many times he had edged you; your mind was in a haze at that point, but it certainly felt like it had been way too many to be fun anymore. You were a little angry at first, and you gave him a bit of a fight too, since it was something you both got off on, but after a while you were desperate. And he simply kept doing, laughing cruelly at your despair.

Which made you try not to be so vocal anymore. You deserved a climax, and you knew Vegeta would stop if he could tell you were about to come. Which would most certainly be a problem if you came without warning him, but you didn’t care anymore. You were sore from being so close to coming and yet he never let you even have one.

You couldn’t help the way your legs started twitching, though. His warm tongue was inside your entrance, pushing in before dragging all over your folds, but when Vegeta noticed the tremble in your thighs, he pulled away.

“Goddamnit!” You panted, tugging on the sheets so hard you might rip them.

He just smirked down at you when you glared at him.

“Vegeta, this stopped being funny hours ago…” You whined, your hand close to your core, instinctively trying to touch yourself.

He grabbed your wrist, pushing it against the bed, above your head, where it was just a moment ago. 

“For you, maybe,” He said, his face inches away from yours, his chin and cheeks glistening with your wetness. “But I’m incredibly amused right now.”

He kissed you softly, and you could taste yourself on his lips. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he had pinned your other arm above your head as well. You couldn’t even do that, and you whimpered against his lips, making him chuckle. His body was pressed to yours and you could hardly move. You could feel his erection against your lower abdomen though; he must have been hard for a while, it must have been painful, or so you thought. 

Or maybe he was just sadistic and was enjoying this way too much. 

Vegeta trailed his lips down your jaw, kissing and licking down your neck, and gently biting on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You sighed, loving what he was doing, even if he had already left marks all over your neck by then. He dipped lower, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and grazing his teeth on it. Arching your back, you mewled underneath him. Even your breasts were achingly sore by then, he had already kissed, bit and sucked on them so much, they were probably going to be bruised for days. You hated it that it still turned you on. You locked eyes with him, just as he was licking your nipple with a knowing smile. You bit your lip as he switched to your other breast, biting the upper curve of it before closing his lips around your nipple. 

Your entire body jolted when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you.

“Fuck…” You gasped, once again attempting to move your hips.

His eyes rarely left your face, and Vegeta growled when he saw you lift your arm from its place on the bed. You groaned; you couldn’t keep up with any of his commands anymore, you were too focused on the releases you never got to have. 

“Your behavior is only dragging this out.” He sneered, trailing his lips down your stomach. 

“You can’t possibly tell me you’re punishing me for every little thing I might have done wrong…”

He arched an eyebrow as a response, and you groaned again.

“But I-! I was only moving my arm, I-” When his smirk grew wider at your words, you huffed. “Fine, sorry. I’ll behave…”

“For your own good, I certainly hope so.” He said before pressing a kiss near your belly button.

You clutched onto the sheets again, trying to somehow remind yourself to keep them there. Vegeta suddenly bit the skin on your hip, and you gasped, shuddering when he sucked on that same spot. He still had his fingers inside you, not moving them at all, and you unconsciously clenched around them, the proximity of his mouth to your core setting your insides on fire. He snickered against your skin, and slowly pulled his fingers out before sliding them inside again, at the same lazy pace.

Your hips moved on their own accord, and for once, Vegeta let you move them, sitting between your legs to watch you. You weren’t getting any stimulation anyway, he kept his fingers still again as you tried to create some friction, but it was pointless. 

“Please, Vegeta…” You begged, unashamed.

His smirk never left his face, and it irritated you how cruel he could be. And how handsome he looked while torturing you as well. Damn him.

When Vegeta pulled out his fingers, you huffed, glaring at him intensely, but he only chuckled at your reaction. You let out an undignified squeak when he suddenly lifted your hips, leaving only your upper back pressed on the mattress. Your lower body was up in the air, supported by one of his arms around your waist, and his other hand holding your butt; he was practically face to face with your sex. Your legs were up in the air too, and the only thing you could do in that position was rest your feet on his shoulders. It was uncomfortable and incredibly embarrassing to be bent over like that, but you were past the point of shame, and when he looked at your entrance hungrily, like he hadn’t already devoured you a million times in the last hour (or more, you didn’t even know), you could only pray that he was going to make you come that time.

He licked a slow stripe across your folds and flicked his tongue over your clit when he finished. You let out a stuttered moan, your body quivering, sensitive to every single touch. Vegeta hummed, pleased with your reaction, as he kept licking over your entrance with deliberately slow strokes. He was still teasing you with unhurried moves, not really focusing anywhere that would get you off, and you couldn’t help but mewl. 

He stared at you with dark eyes as he ran his tongue over your clit, and you gulped under his gaze, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He wasn’t going to make you come this time either. You whimpered, clenching your fists on the sheets again, fighting the urge to tell him to stop being an asshole. He said he’d let you come if you were good, but it was hard to do so when he kept torturing like that.

You bit your lip as Vegeta kept stroking your folds with his tongue at a slow, lazy pace. Your legs twitched every time he touched your clit, and the muscles in your abdomen tensed when he flattened his tongue on your entrance. Your hips moved instinctively, trying to get more stimulation, but your current position and Vegeta’s grip on your waist didn’t allow it. 

“Vegeta…” You pleaded, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

He chuckled, the vibration of his voice making you gasp, but he kept dragging his tongue languidly over your folds. You huffed, your toes curling when he pressed a kiss on your clit. 

If he didn’t let you come soon, you were sure you were going to pass out. Actually, you were going to pass out either way, even if he let you come. The muscles in your legs were starting to cramp because every time he would touch your clit, they would tense.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Vegeta…” You were on the verge of tears and your voice was wavering. “I’m gonna die if you don’t let me come…”

You yelped when he suddenly let go of your waist, and you fell back against the bed. 

“Come here, then.” He said, and you looked up at him to see that he was standing on his knees on the bed, slowly stroking his cock. “I’ll have mercy on you afterwards. Perhaps.”

That wicked smile was still on his lips, and you glared at him for a second before turning around and crawling towards him. Vegeta kept unhurriedly pumping his dick until your face was right in front of it, and you darted your tongue to taste him, licking at the head while he kept sliding his hand up and down. You glanced up at him as you trailed a hand up his thigh, silently asking him for permission. 

“You can use your hands. But not too much.” He sneered, and you rolled your eyes.

Vegeta let go of his cock, letting you wrap your hand around it and pumping it experimentally before licking at the head once more. You stared up at him again when you dragged your tongue on the underside, all the way up to the tip. He hummed in approval, and you smiled cheekily when he ran his fingers through your hair. 

You have never said it outloud and you probably never would (though you figured Vegeta must have known anyway), but giving him head was one the things you enjoyed the most. He was beautiful and his body was to die for, it was a pleasure to see it up close. And you felt powerful while being with literally one of the most powerful beings in the universe when you did it. And seeing that expression of delight on his face, and hearing him make noises in that low voice of his was worth everything. 

Without breaking eye contact, you licked up the left side of his cock before sliding your tongue downwards and then up on the right side. He sighed loudly when you flattened your tongue on the slit, before wrapping your lips around the head. You sucked gently, slowly pumping the rest of his dick with your hand. He told you not to use your hands too much, so you soon stopped, going back to lick up and down the underside before taking it into your mouth again. 

Vegeta closed his eyes and cursed under his breath when you tried to take him all the way into your mouth at once. You couldn’t do it on the first try, but you knew he would still appreciate the gesture either way. You pulled off him with a soft ‘pop’, and softly lapped at the tip. You tried to be as messy as you could, using more spit than you normally would to help you take him in more deeply. Plus, it was more obscene that way, and you knew he liked it (no matter how many times he would call you vulgar). 

You took him into your mouth again, swirling your tongue around it before bobbing your head back and forth a couple of times. He groaned loudly, his grip on your hair tightening.

“You’re doing well,” Vegeta praised you with a smirk, and you looked up at him as you purposely ran your tongue over the tip. He let out a shaky breath, slightly rocking his hips against your lips. “Keep going.”

With your hand gripping the base, you wrapped your lips around his cock and carefully took him all the way into your mouth, successfully this time. He cursed loudly above you when the tip touched the back of your throat, and you suppressed the gag reflex as much as you could. You slowly pulled back, dragging your tongue on the underside until just the head was in your mouth. Repeating the same action, this time a little easier, you took him in fully, humming around his dick as you started bobbing your head up and down. 

You were surprised when Vegeta suddenly pulled you off, tugging urgently at your hair. When you saw his face, you realized you were doing a very good job; he was panting softly and his forehead was glistening with sweat. He probably would have come soon if you kept going.

But the fact that he had pulled you off before he could reach his climax meant you were going to get yours, and soon. Or so you hoped. 

“Did I do good?” You batted your eyelashes at him playfully. 

“Aren’t you cocky?” He said with a mischievous smile on his lips. The hand that was on your head slowly reached your cheek, and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Turn around. And stay on your knees.”

You hummed eagerly and pressed a kiss on his finger before complying. 

Once in position, Vegeta pressed his hand on your back, pushing you flush against the bed before grabbing your hips and holding them up. You squeaked when he lightly slapped your ass. 

“I think I miss your begging.” He whispered suddenly against your ear. 

You turned your head to look at him, and you gasped when you felt his erection pressed against your butt. 

“But I do enjoy it when you argue with me.” He said, licking your earlobe.

“You want me to argue with you?” You let out a breathy laugh, shuddering when he nibbled on your skin. “I’m past that, I just want you to fuck me and make me come. Please.”

“Will I let you come this time?” He hummed, trailing his lips down your neck. 

“...You wouldn’t dare.” When he chuckled, you felt panic rise in your stomach. “Vegeta, you better make me come after all the shit you just put me through.”

“I do plan on making you come. I am not sure when, however.” He grazed his teeth on the skin on your neck.

“I swear to God, Vegeta, if you drag this out, I will hu-”

You cried out when he suddenly shoved his cock inside you, making you bury your face against the sheets. 

“What was that you were saying?” He asked, slowly pulling out before roughly thrusting inside you again. 

He was inside you so suddenly that words simply escaped you, and you ended up mumbling incoherent words in response. He let out a small laugh as he sat up, holding your hips in place before he pulled his dick almost all the way out. You moaned loudly when he pushed into you again at once.

“You’re always so tight, no matter how much I tease you.” Vegeta grunted, gripping your hips tightly.

You let out a noise between a groan and a yelp, acknowledging what he said but not having the mind to actually say anything logical.

It certainly felt like the very first time every time Vegeta had his cock inside you. It was a deliciously tight fit every time, and you felt completely full when he was inside you, touching sensitive places only he could reach. 

He set up a slow yet hard pace, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back inside you at once, making you entire body jolt with each snap of his hips against your ass. You let out small yelps every time he moved into you, holding tightly onto the sheets, feeling unbelievably overwhelmed in less than a minute that he had been inside you. 

You were going to come, and soon. He had pushed you over the edge for so long, your entire body was on fire as soon as he thrust inside you. You were only going to get to enjoy his cock and his pace for so little time, but you couldn’t delay it anymore.

“Ve-Vegeta…” You murmured with a trembling voice.

“You’re going to come already?” He sneered.

You nodded desperately, not caring that he was teasing you. 

An electrifying feeling shook your body suddenly when you felt his fingers rubbing your clit. You choked back a moan as he kept the same pace he had set at the beginning, leisurely pulling his dick out before shoving it inside. His fingers were relentless, however, drawing circles against your clit with the obvious purpose of tipping you over the edge.

And over the edge you went, your orgasm making your entire body shudder underneath him. An stuttered moan left your lips and you saw stars behind your lids, pleasure washing over you at last. 

Vegeta cursed, and his rhythm stammered when your climax made you clamp your walls around his cock. He pulled his fingers out from between your legs and leaned over your body, letting you come down from your high before wrapping his hand around your neck and pushing your head back. You gasped at the sudden strain on your neck, but he kept his hand there and you saw his face right above yours, panting softly.

“How do you say?” He asked with a voice so low, it sent chills up your spine.

It took a while for the words to sink in, given that you were still in a haze, and another moment to actually grab the words you wanted to say, so Vegeta squeezed your neck lightly, letting you know he was waiting for an answer.

“Thank you…” You muttered, and as soon as the words left your mouth, he kissed you.

It was an awkward, sloppy kiss, you nose bumping against his chin, but it was still hungry and greedy, tongues tangling and running over each other’s lips. You moaned into his mouth when he started picking up the pace of his thrusts, and he bit your bottom lip before pulling away, letting you fall against the mattress again. 

Vegeta was chasing his own release then, but his cock sliding in and out of you still affected you. Your body was still sensitive to his every move, every snap of his hips made you tingle between your legs. You soon felt that very familiar warmth in your belly rapidly bloom. 

His fingers were digging into the skin of your hips as his pace turned forceful, and you gripped the sheets tightly, trying to anchor yourself somehow. You wished you could push back to meet every snap of his hips against your ass, but your body was weary after being pushed to the edge so many times. Vegeta didn’t seem to mind at all, his grip on your body making you meet his thrusts half way, skin slapping against skin loudly every time. 

You whimpered when he started ramming into you hard and fast, eyes rolling back every time his dick stroked inside you just right. Vegeta was grunting loudly, and he let go of your hips to rest his hands on each side of your head, leaning his body over yours, as he kept the rough rhythm he had set then. He pressed you flush against the mattress with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cried out, burying your face in the sheets, completely overwhelmed.

“Look at me.” Vegeta groaned right above you.

When you turned your face to comply, his face was only inches away from yours. You gazed at him through hooded lids, and his eyes were so blown by lust it took your breath away. He had never looked more beautiful, and you were glad only you could see him like that. 

“Kiss me. Please…” You pleaded him, lifting your head enough for him to lean in. 

He did as you asked instantly, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You could barely kiss him back, moaning against him every time his cock hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

Vegeta was groaning loudly, and his pace was unevenly speeding up, his thrusts turning almost violent. He was close to letting go, and he was taking you with him. The pressure between your legs had built up rapidly, and you were overly sensitive from your last orgasm, his every move getting you closer and closer to the edge. The violent fast pace he set was everything you wanted, leaving you speechless and breathless by the time you reached your peak.

“I’m, I…” Your eyes were still fixed on his, and you couldn’t finish your sentence, but you hoped the look in them was enough for him to understand.

“Going to come again?” He groaned, too far gone himself to even make it sound like a sneer. Your response was only a whimper, but he knew the answer even when you didn’t say a word. “Come for me then, I want to feel you.”

An indecipherable sound left your lips before your jaw went slack. Your body trembled and your toes curled as you came again, feeling that release much more intensely than the last one. 

Your walls clenched around his cock, and Vegeta let out a guttural growl, his hips jerking against your ass roughly. Your body was too exhausted to keep up with him, and you dropped your head against the bed, muffled gasps leaving your lips every time his dick hit inside you, on the verge of overstimulation. 

It wasn’t long until he reached his peak, and with a low groan and a rough snap of his hips, he came. You felt his cock throb inside you as he spilled his cum. You shivered with aftershocks, stuttering a moan when he pumped into you a couple of times, riding out his orgasm. 

Once Vegeta stilled, he braced himself on his forearms, letting his body fall against you but not crushing you, and you mentally thank him. You felt him panting against the skin of your shoulder, slowly steading his breathing.

Unclenching your fists from the sheets, you felt your body finally relaxing, and soon you started feeling exhaustion taking over. Vegeta was soothingly pressing his lips on the back of your neck, and you hummed contently. 

“Are you okay?” He asked you quietly, licking the outer shell of your ear. 

God, you loved it when he did that, but hopefully he’d stop or else you might die.

You moved your hand and gave him a thumbs up, and he chuckled, kissing your neck softly before pulling away. You hissed when Vegeta pulled out to lie beside you, sneaking one arm underneath you to bring you closer, and you moved slightly to rest your head on his shoulder.

The pleasant afterglow lasted a good couple of minutes until you pulled back from him a little, clearing your throat before speaking.

“You’re a jerk, you know that, right?”

“I was waiting for the complaint,” A smirk tugged at his lips, but he kept his eyes closed. “I thought you might have a thing or two to say.”

“I have plenty to say,” You glared at him even though he wasn’t looking at you. You did have plenty to say, but you were fighting your own tiredness so you could bask in this back and forth you usually had with him. “I didn’t think you could get any worse, why did you torture me like that?”

“You enjoyed it,” He said flatly. “And if I recall correctly, you even had two orgasms.”

“I’m not denying that… but I would still have enjoyed it if you would have let me come earlier…” You blushed slightly. 

“And I would argue that I could have made you come three times if I had delayed it even more.” Vegeta looked at you then, grinning wickedly. “Do you want to test this theory?”

“I- No…” You stammered, pulling back from him a little.

He laughed, the hand around your shoulder bringing you closer to him again. 

“Didn’t think you’d give up that easily.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“There’s something else we could test, and that’s how you manage to hold on if I were to edge for the same amount of time you had edged me.”

“That’s hardly a challenge, woman. We both know I would not complain nearly as much as you had.”

“I think we should try it.” You grinned, hopeful.

“No.”

“Scared?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“So, let’s try it one of these days.”

“I already refused.”

“Afraid to lose to me? I get it.” 

Vegeta’s eyebrow twitched, and you knew you were close to having him agree. And even if he didn’t agree to it then, you would pester him about it later. Now you had the idea planted in your head; you wanted to see him edged. 

“I’m not afraid to lose to you. I don’t see the point in trying out something I know I can do.”

“Have you done it before?”

“...No.”

“Come on, then! You know I will not drop this until you agree, don’t you?”

“Yes, when have you ever dropped any subject just because?” He sighed, sliding a hand up his face to hide a smile you could perfectly see from your position.

“You just told me that I enjoyed myself just now, you would too then.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t reply.

“How about this: let’s do it for half the time you did it today. And if you win, meaning you don’t complain at all, you can do whatever you want to me, and I can’t refuse.”

You had his full attention, his eyes fixed on yours intensely as he considered your idea. 

When Vegeta smirked, you knew you’d won.

And technically, if you were to win, he would have to do whatever you wanted without saying no.

[scover-va]

I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

[cloveroctobers]

JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x Black!READER / Summer Prompts

A/N: justice for coco until it’s backwards! This sat in my drafts for awhile but some motivation got me to write this out real quick! My birthday is officially in 10 mins so that probably also motivated this…s/o to birthday suits? Lmao 😜 enjoy!

WARNINGS: language, couple bickering, non-shy reader??

Using: #13. Heatwave from this prompt list here — https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer

Song choice: Beyoncé — heated

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“The fuck?”

Smiling you spun right around to not only face Coco but you had a small audience which also included Letty and Gilly.

“Hey baby,” you fully turned to see Letty widening her eyes and blinking rapidly as she shook her head.

It took seconds for Coco to stalk towards you while Gilly politely coughed and shielded his eyes. Coco yanked the Sherpa blanket that rested on the couch, that one of your felines lounged on and began wrapping your body in. That’s when your elbows went shoving at the man’s chest who sucked his teeth at you.

“Cut it out,” he gritted, “why you out here like this? And I wasn’t expecting you back until the weekend.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed as you allowed your boyfriend to shield you in your home, “Is that why you’re still messing around with that AC unit when I had not only one but two appointments to have someone come out here to discuss central air options?”

“We don’t need that shit, mamita.”

Your laminated brows lifted at that.

A loud slurping sound made the both of you turn to Letty who now had her back to the two of you. “Nah she’s right, coco. It’s been so miserable here at home that I’m literally out here spending hours in the car’s AC, wasting gas.” She stated after swallowing her slushee.

“Yo, That’s why you asked me for $40 bucks the other day?” Coco grilled.

“Duh, keep up.”

Coco rubbed at his jaw as he sheepishly turned back to you, “I said I was going to fix the shit. I still had time but you decided to pop up early, huh? Gilly even came by to help me finish this last one. It’s being a real pain in my ass.”

You peeked at Gilly who awkwardly waved at you and then Letty who had a huge plushie resting on a side table.

“Looks like to me y’all were fucking around at the state fair instead.” You shoved Coco back who held his hands out, in fear that you’ll throw the Sherpa to the ground, “You’re lucky i finished work early. Now I can be here, working from home for when the next appointment comes around while you’re off at the club.”

The smile on your face did not sit well with the man in front of you.

Coco turned his eyes into slits, “I’m saving us money.”

“Until it breaks again.”

“So what happens when the central air decides to break? That’ll be even more expensive to fix than those shits that I’ve been fixing my whole life.” Coco argued.

One thing about Coco, he had the best handiness skill you’ve ever seen. The minute something went wrong in the house or your car, he was the first one to always jump on it. And it was one (if not the only) thing your father liked about him. You hardly needed a handy man to come around the house, if coco couldn’t figure it out—he studied it for awhile or watched some YouTube video to get it together. If it turned out to be a bigger job than he thought? The first person he would be calling was Gilly.

He even used to fix computers for extra cash way back when after he was discharged from the marines and roomed with the dumbass that shall not be named. You never doubted Coco from his skills, you knew how to give credit when credit was due but some things you didn’t mind arguing over.

“Johnny,” you breathed, “look at me. We’ve been in a heatwave the entire damn month. I went to Iceland for four days not only for business but to get away from the disgustingness for four days! Just to come back to my asshole being so sweaty, that you can probably go surfing down it.”

Gilly failed to cover his laugh but attempted his best to stifle it as Coco shot him a look. Letty on the other hand did not hide the scrunch of her lips.

“I get it, I do.” Johnny started, “but you can’t just be bussing it open, necked, doing that yoga shit. What if I came in here with the entire club? Then what?” He searched your eyes.

Sighing you leaned over, showing cleavage as you snatched your YETI into your hands, “then they would just have to enjoy the got damn show! Stretch marks on this ass, big areolas, hip dips, and cellulite. Real hot girl shit! Last time I checked this is our house not the club’s.”

You winked, taking a sip of water.

“Oh hell nah, that ain’t happening. I’m the only one that gets that privilege you hear me?” He tugged at your waist.

Peering up at him underneath your lashes you laughed, “yeah, sure whatever. As long as we don’t have AC in this hot ass weather? anybody can see this ass but there will be fees due to your ‘i can fix that.’ Attitude, believe that, mr. bob the builder.”

You mockingly went to drop your blanket but Coco wasn’t having that as his tight grip caught it before it could slip pass the girls. He yanked you to his chest, ignoring you groaning at the body heat he was always radiating.

Suddenly his tongue swept up against your cheek, catching the droplets that decorated your melanin.

“We got company right now so let me do what I do so I can really make you cry later.” He smirked at you, reaching over to flick a group of beads at the end of your braids, “got that mamita?”

Humphing you allowed the man to move around the living room, pass the tower fan and over to the AC Unit that rested in front of the screen door that led to the patio. Sauntering up and out of the living room you passed by Gilly who shook his head at you.

“This is the third time this month, y/n. There’s gotta be some warning when it comes to you like this.” The man continued shielding the side of his face as he made his way by.

Letty snorted as she called out, “imagine how I feel! And I live with these freaks.”

You spun around in your blanket, and gave you best model walk before glancing over your shoulder at the teen. “Oh please, I wouldn’t give a shit if everyone in here got naked. We all were born that way so what? It’s not to get weird, it’s because we have Johnny to thank.”

“That ain’t my fault!” Coco argued, gathering his chopped hair for the summer back, “blame that Mother Nature shit.”

Gilly suggested, “uh uh, bro It’s probably climate change or some shit.”

“I’m sure it was a fucken man that pissed Mother Nature off and now we’re dealing with the woman’s wrath, rightfully so.” Letty hissed as she bent down to pick up your ragdoll cat, “so yeah I’m blaming coco too.”

“What the fuck? What that gotta do with—

Holding your finger up, you tutted.

“Just say sorry, man.”

“Are you forreal? You’re supposed to have my back, fool!” Coco shoved the huskier man who now sat on the floor, toolbox in his lap.

A glint shined in Johnny’s dark eyes as they circled back to your smug grin.

“My bad,” he muttered but his eyes told you once that AC was fixed, you were in for some trouble and you could hardly wait.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

[gravitywasneveranoption]

Whumpuary 2024 day 1

It's my birthday except my family got sick so we can't have a party so I'm just writing my silly stories instead. I thought doing a little ramble per prompt would be fun so here we go :D

ft. me trying to be good at voice lmao

Captivity- (Summer of Hell; Megan) (TW: war, abuse, self hatred, torture)

Megan still remembered what the idiot at the front desk said.

“We could get somebody else, but we want someone like you.”

How fucking stupid he was for believing that. They prayed on his fear of being useless and his need for someone to boss him around again. They dragged him off in an unmarked scuttletruck under the guise of giving him a true purpose in life. How generous, throwing him into the trenches of Vekland. Armed with nothing but hempen rope and an ability to beg for his life, he was admitted into the now-called Miracle Squad, team 107 of the Vekland Redcoats. After a while, he felt like he was worth something again, like he had a real family. What a fucking lie.

Now he was bound in the same rope they supplied him with, watching as his captor paced back and forth. He was trapped in such a way to prohibit any kind of movement, a bent, painful kneel with his head hung down and his teeth biting down on the rope they gagged him with. It was humiliating. He couldn’t even shout curses at his enemy, let alone sit comfortably. His gaze was fixed on the person in front of him, craning his neck as much as he could to be able to meet their eyes.

As their captor paced back and forth, they were debating something. They were clearly nervous, fidgeting with their gloved hands.

Snow- (Ahead In Time; Lance) (TW: attempted suicide (kinda??) freezing to death)

Cold. Why wasn’t it cold?

Lance’s eyelids startled open, and with a sharp gasp, he launched to stand upright. The energy didn’t really get him anywhere, just barely moving the ridiculously heavy and ornate blankets on top of him.

Where was he?

Last thing Lance remembered was, after passing a signpost miles back, finally lying down to rest in the burning snow. He had given up. He remembered letting his numb knees buckle from under him, sending him face down into at least 5 feet of hard snow. So how was he lying in a giant bed complete with matching canopy and golden embroidery?

Was he dead? Was this heaven? Why was it so warm?

It was scary how comfortable he was. It felt like he had been drugged, with how much he wanted to fall asleep again. He pushed the blankets off of him, struggling for a second against their hug and almost panicking because he couldn't get them off. He stared in awe for a second at the space around him. The windows caught his eye, particularly what was outside of them. Snow. Mounds and mounds of snow, completed with a steady stream of it from the sky.

“No fucking way,” he muttered. So it was real? He really ended up here? In a beautifully clean, elaborate, luxurious and warm bedroom? “No fucking way.”

Secret Revealed- (Unnamed Security Breach BAT AU; E.X.E., Charlie, mentioned Will, Henry, Endo and Vanessa) (TW: mentioned murder (out of self-defense), torture, blades (knife), mentioned noncon drugging, mentioned noncon body modification)

What kind of confession was that?

“You. You killed a guy.” E.X.E. stammered.

Charlie’s head was bowed, out of shame. Probably didn’t help that her neck was also chained to the floor. “I killed William Vincent Afton in Hurricane Fashion Mal–” 

“Dude, I didn’t mean ‘tell me all the details’, sheesh. I meant that your secret fucking sucks, bro. I was hoping for something actually interesting, like that you have a crush on one of the animatronics or something hilarious like that. How am I supposed to manipulate that without feeling like a total prick? God.”

Charlie looked up. “Are you serious? You literally drugged me, hauled me here, chained me up and asked me violating questions just to get scared off by my sob story? You’re a horrible bad guy.”

“Hey, no, I’m a great bad guy, I’m just not that much of a dick. I’m just waiting for Vanessa to get back here so we can tear open your hide. This would be so much easier with Endo, he’s so good at coming up with supervillain stuff. I mean, it makes sense that he’d be good at absolutely everything cuz’ he’s like, ‘the ultimate robot’ and all. Anyways, like, what’s your favorite pizza?”

“You’re just making shit up now. This isn’t intimidating in the slightest.” Charlie scoffed. “You might as well just be offering me tea and crackers.”

“Shut up. I can be mean. I can be evil. What if I made fun of your outfit, huh? How would that make you feel?” E.X.E. squatted in front of their prisoner, trying to scare her once more.

“If your ‘friends’ are as dumb as this then there’s no way you’re gonna get anything done. Why do you even want me, anyways?”

“Cuz’ you’ve got the parts I need to fix my evil robot friend who’s gonna take over the world and give me fair pay! God, why do you have to be so much of a downer?”

“So you’re gonna turn me into scrap metal? Really? Aren’t I a historical artifact or whatever to you assholes?”

“Nope!” E.X.E. jumped back up again, grabbing their knife to fidget with. “Corporate doesn’t know shit about Old Man Emily’s robots, and I’ve got more pressing things to worry about like paying my grocery bills than about destroying a stupid old animatronic. Like, so what if you're so life-like even you didn’t even know you weren’t real? Pass! We’ve got a chicken who eats garbage instead, which is, like, so much better. Anyways, which finger would you rather lose?”

Charlie paused. “What? Why–”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just choose one at random. I’m kinda getting bored of chit-chat, so I thought I’d do something fun instead.” E.X.E. spun their knife around, expertly avoiding any of their own fingers. 

Charlie felt sick to her stomach again. Her mind slowed, filling with panic.

“Ugh, you’re taking too long,” E.X.E. knelt down to grab one of Charlie’s paws. “How ‘bout your thumb? That’d be fucked up.”

[iheartharrington]

Can you write something where the reader and Steve are doing ....the deed and she isnt moaning because she is embarrassed (insecure) by the way she moans ( litterally sounds like an anime character 💀😬) and steve thinks he is doing something wrong but when he finds out it's all just all laughs and giggles

Of course I can! Thank you so much for the suggestion. Love the user by the way LMAO.

you can tell me. - (steve harrington one shot)

WARNINGS/INCLUDES:

MAINLY FLUFF. DOES NOT END WITH FULL SMUT SCENE.

obviously smut, protected sex, consent, reassurance, fluff

(let me know if i missed anything) (also i did not proofread this)

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Steve and I had been dating for about seven months. Obviously his character development was massive and I had been there first hand to see it. I’m so glad I stuck by his side because it was so worth it. He has become the person I always knew he could be. Truth be told, I had fallen in love with him and I had been thinking about being intimate with him for some time now. The only problem was… I had only ever experienced an orgasm on my own. I know how loud and weird I sound and it’s embarrassing, but I literally can’t help it. The last thing I wanted was for Steve to hear me and go running for the hills.

Steve came over tonight so we could watch movies since my parents were out of town. The movie had just ended and he was laying in my lap now, looking up at me while I stroked his hair. His brown eyes containing a glint and a hint of mischief in them.

He smiled and tapped his lips with his index finger.

I rolled my eyes before holding my hair out of the way to lean down and kiss him.

He deepens the kiss and after a while, pulls away and stands. I lean back on the couch, breathless. I watch Steve as he paces and swipes a hand over his face.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water. Do you need anything?” He starts to walk out of the room.

“Steve, wait.”

He stops but he doesn’t turn to face me.

I get up and walk to him. I wrap my arms around him from behind, laying my palms flat on his chest and my head on his back. His hands reach up and cover mine. He pulls them to his lips and peppers kisses on my knuckles. I knew he was getting a little worked up and didn’t want me to feel like i was obligated to do anything, but I wanted to.

“Steve. I said again.

“Hmm.”

“Look at me.” I spun him around, and he found my gaze.

“You don’t need to walk away.” I put my arms up around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body. I could feel the heat radiating off him and his bodily reaction to our make out on my lower stomach. I reached my hand down between us and felt him. He sucked a breath through his teeth and gave me a warning look.

“Y/n…you don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to feel like…”

“I want to. I..I love you, Steve.”

He moved his eyes from my lips to my eyes and smiled. “I love you too, Y/n.”

My heart beat faster in my chest and I leaned up to kiss the man I love. I pull my own shirt off.

He steps back and looks me up an down, “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m so sure.”

With that, we’re up the stairs in my room, our clothes flying off and landing in random places around the room. His lips are all over me. From my neck, down my chest, to my thighs, he was practically worshipping me.

He had barely touched me, but my body was ready for him. He laughs at me as I tell him I bought a box of condoms a couple of days ago. Nonetheless, he grabs the box and takes one out, putting it on.

We both gasp as he slips inside of me, moving slowly and patiently.

He continues with precise movements and it feels so good I’m overwhelmed. I force myself to hold in any noises. It becomes harder and harder as he continues. My hand is firmly grasped over my mouth, controlling myself the best I can, eyes screwed shut.

Suddenly, all his movements come to a crashing halt and I’m completely thrown and frustrated.

“Steve..” I whine.

“I thought.. I thought I was doing something wrong. How can I make it feel better?”

I am so confused right now I just look at him, mouth open, eyes blinking. “Huh?’ I lick my dry lips.

“It’s just.. you weren’t.. you know.. conveying how you felt so I assumed it wasn’t good.”

“Steve, no. I’m just.. embarrassed.. I guess.”

He completely pulls away from my body, pulling the blanket over his lower half. “Oh.. I see. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to regret it and now..”

I climb onto his lap before I even think. “No. No, no, no. Steve. It’s not that at all.” I put his face in my hands and he looks at me, confused and still slightly upset.

I sigh, looking down. “I’m insecure about the way I moan.”

I look up to see his head turned, eyes searching mine. “What do you mean, baby.”

My heart flutters at him trying to be sweet and care for my feelings even after he thought he was being rejected. Still, I pause, not wanting to answer.

He grabs the teddy bear off the bed next to me and moves it’s paws mimicking a cartoony voice, “You can tell me.” He says, breathing out his nose like a light laugh. It makes me smile.

“It’s very.. graphic.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He smirks at me.

I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s literally like some whiny anime girl, Steve.”

His hand cups his mouth and he bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Shut up!” I swat his arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… but I can totally picture that.” He laughs so hard his eyes tear up, and I follow suit.

We’re both laying on top of each other with the blanket tangled around us, laughing for what seems like forever.

“Well..” He says, wiping his eyes, “I’m still gonna finish what I started.”

He smiles before grabbing my waist and kissing me hard.

[dalishthunder]

I'M BACK I'M NOT DEAD. Life's been hella busy and it will be again by the end of the week but I'm taking this little break and typing this while I can lol

As usual, amazing characterization, I'm deeply enjoying ramattra's inner monologue. He's still got these conflicting moments of not particularly caring for human habits/nature (like sleep. ignore that he seriously needs some more metaphorical rest himself) and at the same time appreciating reader's trust to share these moments with him. Also he was laser focused to have counted how many minutes until they stopped snoring lmao I loooove when 'noticing the small details' is taken to this extreme, there's something very endearing about it

Also

“Ramattra?” Your voice was hoarse as you sat up, sucking in air through your teeth and wincing.

“By your side.” He let his orb fall into his hand.

aAAAAAAAAAAAA (read: if i could word things a bit more smartly I'd say besides being heart-achingly sweet this perfectly captures his voice and the DOUBLE MEANING)

Okay now my favorite part of the chapter which is also the fic title THE GAME OF GO, I LITERALLY HAD THE BIGGEST GRIN WHEN I GOT TO THAT PART BC I HAD A FEELING I KNEW WHERE THAT WAS GOING AND IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I IMAGINED

They let him go first? Okay. They placed the tile right next to his? Okayyy. They kept the board just for him?? Okay Okay. ACTUALLY WINNING?? BEATING HIS ASS AT GO THEN TELLING HIM YOU'RE STICKING TO HIS SIDE NO MATTER WHAT?? *insert that soyjack pointing meme* SYMBOLISM!!! TITLE REFERENCE!!!

This was a great cascade of events and also my favorite part about their dynamic (and how the fic is written), there's always two conversations happening at the same time with them; one with words and one without. And they both seem to see the two happening and it's so delicious

Three last things to note...

1. Ramattra holding back on his fantasies bc that's just silly it's never happening then the second reader goes "I'm staying btw" he immediately stops resisting LMAO

2. Zenyatta keeps getting referenced so I wonder if that's leading up to anything...

3. “… Please don’t ask me to shoot anyone though.” “We shall see.” THAT'S. THAT'S NOT A NO. RAMATTRA THAT'S NOT A NO.

I am so so excited to see what happens next bc reader will be probs directly involved w the decision making now, or at least come in as another factor and Ramattra's not gonna be happy with all of it...

- smile anon but you've probably already guessed hehe

Smile Anon I need you to know how much joy you bring me, sorry your life has been so busy, I definitely understand though (my job sent me on a business trip this week the week before Christmas! My bro has come to visit for the holidays and I miss out on a little bit of that)

I've read this at least 10 times like ... Hhhhhh you're so sweet thank you!

Yes! I have been doing my best to stay true to his voice and character, though I caught a few mistakes in earlier chapters that I went back and corrected bc I'm neurotic lol

I love this omnic so much it's insane, I'm so glad you enjoyed the game of go!!!!

And I love writing conversations where the words aren't the only focus because communication is more than just language

And yeah, it definitely was not a no 😏