#ravenwrites

[girlwithsharpt33th]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 : 🎀 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 (𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞), 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 - @mysicklove. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 @yandere-writer-momo 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐠!

You admire your handiwork. Thick pink rope is wound around your boyfriend’s body, accentuating his prettiest parts. He’s trembling beneath you, eyes wide and brimming with tears. His poor, neglected cock weeps against your stomach.

You hum and rub against it, wiping away his tears with your thumbs and cradling his face in your hands, your stomach slick with his precum. He leans into the touch, sputtering.

“ ‘s too much!” he moans in desperation, but you ignore him. He pouts, but can’t seem to break eye contact with you.

A part of you wants to baby him, but you remind yourself that he wants this. Well, he wants what you want.

You can hardly bear your excitement at such a pretty sight only your eyes are permitted to see.

“Is it really, Cho?” you ask, sharply tugging his nipple piercings poking out from the triangles of rope across his voluptuous pecs. He winces and leans forward into your chest. You laugh and flick his pert nipples and he gasps and bites his bottom lip.

You can tell he desperately wishes that you will relieve him of his restraints so he can toss you onto the bed and give you all of his cum, but he also can’t focus on much else when you have him under your control like this; the tight, scratchy ropes digging into his skin, vibrator buzzing inside of him, your weight pressing against his crotch.

“So dramatic,” you tisk, and turn the vibe in his ass up a level. He gasps and grinds his hips sluttily, trying to disperse the sensation, but you press his knees down.

“M-mommy p-please..!” he whimpers pathetically against your chest, hot breath and tears tickling your skin. He furrows his brow and presses his lips together.

You grin, amused by the nickname. “What is it, Cho? Good boys use their words.” Your finger drags up his neck, lightly tickling him, before you tilt his chin up so he’s forced to look up at you. He’s silent, seemingly mesmerized by your face.

You grow impatient, poking him hard on the nose with one of your manicured fingers. “Cho. Use your words.” Your voice holds a menacing weight to it that makes him shiver beneath you.

He nuzzles against your hand, grateful for the tenderness of your touch and gulps, composing himself. “Help me. touch um…touch it. Please” he says in an even, bashful tone.

You’re surprised that he’s even able to talk coherently, so you let his vague request suffice. You shift back on his knees, wrapping your hand around his neglected cock. He throws his head back and groans, so very grateful for something to fuck. His hips bump lightly against your palm.

You chuckle and speed up the pace of your hand and turn up the vibe, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip, swirling around globs of precum with your thumb. His low groans quickly turn into needy mewls as he breaches his orgasm, thrashing beneath you and struggling against his binds.

Right before he comes, you remove your hand and lick up the mess of pre that coats it, teasing him with the lewd sight. Not like he can see much of anything with the tears clouding his eyes.

Smack!

The loud crack of your paddle against Choso’s ass reverberates through the silence of your serene room.

You’ve been flogging him for what seems like hours. He’s face down, ass up on the bed, still bound like a present. No, more like a dog. This situation is very alarming to him, fight or flight definitely activated, but he can’t seem to quell his arousal!

He’s so weak for you. Your voice. Your touch. no matter how cruel or condescending.

“mmmm…more!” he finds himself chanting weakly, clinging white-knuckled to the now tarnished bedsheets. He has completely let himself go, staying still like you’ve taught him. Taking everything you give him with a melty grin.

You’re seated behind him, and he so wishes he could see your face, see your doe eyes darkened with primal delight. How could someone so tiny, so adorable do this to him.

Your hand slides down his spine and you fist his hair. “Oy! Stop drifting off!” you say in exaggerated annoyance, delivering a particularly sharp blow to his ass. The vibrator continues to pulse within him. His consciousness keeps slipping, desperately trying to stay in this moment with you.

“m sorry mommy” he finds himself murmuring. “I love you s’ much, feels so good.”

He feels your weight shift as you lay on your side next to him, your tantalizing form finally gracing the corner of his vision. Your hand wraps around the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look at you. He melts. You look as if you’re staring at your favorite meal. He bucks his hips involuntarily, wishing so bad your pussy was wrapped around his cock. Wishing he could give you everything he has.

A mischevious grin makes its way upon your lips as you tap your pointer finger against the bed. “Lay down.”

He immediately complies, collapsing, yelping at the feeling of his neglected cock pressing against the duvet. He tries so hard not to cum. Not to disappoint you. He clenches his thighs together pathetically.

Smack!

you creep onto all fours, straddling the backs of his thighs, and continue to deliver blow after blow to his ass.

And he comes. Right then and there. Letting out a pathetic, garbled noise. His bound hands grasp at nothing.

You laugh, putting the paddle down and coax him onto his side, reaching for the remote of the vibe again and turning it down to an agonizingly slow thrum. He moans unashamedly, the pleasure and excitement pulsing through his veins as he revels in the feeling of your tits pressed against his back. He feels so dirty.

You reach around, your fingertips pebbling down his pelvis before you grasp his cock. “N-no! ‘s too sensitive!” he can’t help but cry.

“Give me one more? Mommy might give you a reward, sunshine”

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 : @eloquentreverie , @rookthornesartistry , @chachachannah, @crazyfrm

[a-very-tired-raven]

You can choose which one of the boys, but at least 3 of them! Their reaction to their S/O making little animals or things with food instead of eating! Like the apple crab-

-Lamp

Crisp: let's say you did make the apple crab for him as a sweet treat after dinner. Let's also say he's thinks it's the most adorable thing he's ever laid eyes on(he doesn't hesitate to eat it. Rip the crab)

Gen: you know that one tumblr post floating around where someone made Rayquaza out of cucumbers? Yeah let's say that's what was made.

Bro is taking thirty pictures, phenomenal lighting. He's also sending it to his group chat, showing his coworkers, and posting it to his tumblr blog.

This also gets out into the fridge until it needs to be thrown out lmao. This man LOVES pokemon(and also hates cucumbers so win win).

Twigs: you ended up making a shark out of bread. Twigs has a strong love for marine animals, and quite literally thinks it's too cute to eat (thus begins an inner turmoil with himself because where he came from no food could be wasted...but also you guys are well off enough that it doesn't matter.)

In the end he ends up eating the tail, and then has an emotional breakdown over 'ruining' your hard work (it was made to be eaten)

[writing-yarn-goblin]

YOU USED TO CALL ME IN MY SNAIL PHOOOOONE

You are now being connected to your boyfriend…

Purururu purururu puru—

Kid: Hey babe, I know it’s been a while since we talked. Even longer since I’ve seen ya…and I miss ya…so damn much. I’ll be back from my trip soon and when I do, I’mma make it be like I never even left. Don’t make any plans for the next few weeks - yeah weeks, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a minute! HAAH? Sorry the line is busy, but I’ll see you real soon. I love you.

Waking up to start your morning routine, you were interrupted when you heard a commotion in your backyard. Hurriedly, you investigated and found that some kind of animal had gotten into your she-shed and left a mess. After you cleaned it up, you went back to your bedroom and was stunned to find your bed made up and decorated with flowers and treats.

"KID!" you squealed as the giant scooped you up from behind, burying his nose in your neck, softly kissing your skin until he reached your lips. Ravenous as he sweetly but impatiently kissed you, leaving traces of his favorite red shade smeared all over you.

"Hey," he finally whispered, kissing your cheek, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out. I have a whole day planned for us."

[ravenwriter16]

Hello EVERYONE!!!! This is part one of my new series, 'Creative Minds Think Alike!'

In these small snippets I will highlight some of the coolest (at least in my mind) DCA (or other, who knows) content creators!

SO think of these as a HUGE thanks to these creators for all their cool art, stories, and little worlds that they decided to share with all of us! You guys are awesome and I hope to get to your level of talent one day!

You can tell I'm not that good because this is not beta-read!

If you don't like my writing or story idea, then don't read Just a heads up, I will edit or straight up delete a fic episode if the creator I featured took offensive with how I presented them and their AUs. My intent isn't to mock or belittle them or their works

So here you are my fellow void travelers! The pilot fic episode to the series 'Creative Minds Think Alike!'. Featuring the amazing @missterious-figure! Enjoy!

The castle halls at night were truly a gorgeously horrific sight to behold. A person first trekking into this old and magnificent place would surely run away at the first shadow that seemed to move. At least the large windows allowed the moon to grace the hall with its ghostly glow.

Directly across from the windows are rows of doors, each one different from the last and never exactly the same as its neighbors. Each of these doors has a small plaque located either right next to the door, above the door, or on the door itself.

Currently walking down this strange hall is me. Good dawn, morning, afternoon, evening or night (or all of the above). I'm Ravenwriter Archivist number 16. But you can call me Raven if you want!

My boss calls me Ravenwriter16 because he doesn't want to waste breath on my title (His words not mine). I'm one of the many protecters of this castle. A Castle Archivist if you so will. I was given this title and job by none other than the Aligned Society of Creative Minds.

Not by my choice. They were short on time and randomly selected me, basically uprooting my life. For a time I was angry (and can you blame me?) but then I looked into the specifics of my duties and now I'm ready to work.

I'm no expert mind you. I'd just graduated from the academy and starting to get some control over my powers when I was shoved into this. But I love a good challenge!

But enough of this, I'm stalling.

I eye the plaques, scanning them intently. In my hands are two envelopes with containing letters I wrote earlier this week. They were for two of the millions of warriors living in the castle.

Two that I hand selected after spending hours scouring the resident scrolls (there are so MANY). I hope these two were as friendly as their scrolls stated.

After a few minutes of walking this ever-expanding hall, I finally find the door to the first warrior from my two chosen.

The door itself was made from a black natural material, not really wood, not really rock, not really metal. It seemed to morph between those three. It did have gold trimming woven into the strange surface. Above the door was a golden plaque with silver and bronze writing.

I take in a shaky inhale, rolling my shoulders and in turn shaking my wings. My black feathers bristling before settling back down as my wings fold into my back.

I tug at my black hood, making sure it was secured over my head. My eyes dart to my boots and I lift my feet up one by one to inspect them for mud and dirt.

phew...not even a speck.

Steeling my resolve (and accepting my possible death wish) I place my gloved hand on the door. I push the surprisingly heavy door open.

It creaks o it's hinges as it swings inward. the sounds of birds flying and water crashing startles me. I look into the room in awe. It was like someone took every biome known to man and mixed it all together to harmonize in this relm.

There was a desert in the distance to my left and a...a FROZEN WASTE LAND to my right?! Forest and grassy plains, hills and mountains?! This place seems to have it all.

I step inside and gently close the door behind me. To protect my letters I place them in my side pouch as I journey deeper into this world.

While trekking further and further into the room, my surroundings start to shift. Jungle recedes into moss covered, vine strangled stone. I could see stone arches and tapestries that have aged and withered over time.

I reach a clearing. The temple's main room. There was no ceiling exclude for the tree leaves. To my left was more ancient stone that opened up to the jungle more and to my right was a magnificent waterfall.

in front of me was a giant tree. It's roots weaved into a seat, a throne if you will. Carvings grace the wood, but they don't look man made.

My wings spread out in alarm when something brushes against them. Something smooth and cold. Whipping my head to my wings, I freeze and gasp.

A floating glowing orb floats in the air. Bobbing up and down in small movements. It moves closer to my face and boops my nose. My eyes widen and I laugh.

"Well hello there little one." I greet, cupping my hands underneath it. It flies down and rests in my palms. it glows a tad brighter and its color changes to a neon green.

It vibrates in my hand, a sign of its content. I laugh, "Wow. I've read about Relm Holders, but seeing one in real life is-,"

"Spectacular?"

I spin on my heels and face the throne. My checks grow warm and my wings puff up in embarrassment.

Sitting on the throne was an all-black, and I mean pitch BLACK, person with a...a uhm...

"I'm so SO sorry if this comes across as rude but uhm..." I tilt my head pointing at theirs, "Do you have a...square as a head?"

A single white eye with a white line over said eye (acting as the eyebrow) appears on the left side of their face. the eye widens.

"Oh, yeah..." the voice was feminine and held power.

I let go of the Relm holder and it zooms over to the stranger. No not a stranger...this was-

"Missterious-figure?"

"How do you know my name?" she asks, standing up. She holds the Relm Holder in her hand and I watch as scenes of hooves, horns, antlers, fairy wings (?) swamps, metalic colors shimmering with different color eyes, pass through the orb.

She blows on the Relm Holder and the orb evaporates into millions of fireflies. I follow some of them as they fly in spirals up towards the sky.

"Ahem?"

I snap my gaze up to her's and nervously laugh. "S-sorry. Allow me to introduce myself..."

I get down on my knee and put a hand on my chest as i bow y head, "I am Ravenwriter Archivist 16. I'm the-,"

"New watcher of the castle?" she asks with a tilt of her head. "What happened to Mr. Honer?"

"He was uhm...dismissed by the council." I risk a glance up at the. i yelp and fall on my bottom when I find how close they are. They look down at me with a raised brow.

"You are jumpy." she states calmly while i try to steady my heart. She offers her hand to help me up and I take it with a small smile.

"Thank you-AAAAAA!"

Hands grab me from behind and lift me up by my armpits. My wings flap in agitation as I'm turned around to face a golden feathered face. small blue feathers and long beautiful red feathers. White eyes shine in delight and mischief as they take in my face.

I stare in shock, mouth open. the being holding me laughs, "A new harpy from our beloved ruler~? Miss you shouldn't have!"

I yelp as I'm shoved into a very fluffy and warm chest. I try to pull away but the being, male I think, was too strong, keeping me in place with ease.

"Sun! Put her down!"

"But you made her for us, my queen! Why would I let go of such a lovely gift~?"

"She's not mine! She's the new Watcher-,"

I'm dropped immediately. I yelp and my wings spread out in pain. I stand up and rub my hip, "Oww..."

"I wish you told me that before I touched the dirty thing." Sun tsks, crossing his arms and swiveling his head to the side with his nose up.

"I'm not that dirty--YOUR TAIL!" My mumbling morphs into awe.

'What?" Sun glances at me with a raised brow. His eyes drift to his GORGEOUS golden tail feathers. "Did you get them dirty?"

I let his insult breeze over, too star-struck by his beauty. He smirks smugly and I hear Missterious-Figuren groan and roll her eye.

When she clears her throat, I shake my head, snapping out of my stupor. I face her, eyes averted and rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment.

"Please don't feed his ego. It's already too big..." she sighs.

"I'm your creation, darling~." Sun croons, sauntering over to Missterious-figure and draping himself over her. He nuzzles into her neck, his feathers around his neck bristling.

"Uhm," I hold up my two index fingers, "Should I come back later-,"

"No. No this is probably a good time to talk. Peacock Eclipse is out checking in on my smaller boys, and Peacock Moon is trying to get the jump on Centaur Moon...Again..."

I snort but I cover my mouth when Missterious-figure tilts her head. "You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. That's just hilarious to me...I mean after reading about your inclusive world and all." I nervously chuckle.,

"Cool." She pets Sun's head and he leans into her touch even kissing her palm. "Sooooo, did you come here to introduce yourself or-,"

"OH! Right..." I turn my attention to my side pouch. Some of items clinking together while I search for her envelope.

Sun perks up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He leans forward to get closer but Missterious-figure slaps him. He gasps and holds his throbbing cheek as he gives her puppy-dog eyes.

She returns his look with a pointed look.

"Here we are!" I pull out the envelope and hold it out to her "This is an introduction letter from me with more of my contact information in case you have any questions, complaints, or concerns about the castle. And there's also some papers that need your signature."

She takes it from my hand and turns to her left. She looks at me and smiles, "I take it you need these back by a certain date?"

My wings puff up as I nod my head, "Yes, but I can convince the council for more time if you're busy-,"

"You don't have to do that...If you'll follow me to my lounge, I can sign these papers and send you on your way..."

"That would be great, thank you." I return her smile with a small one of my own. I go to follow her when she starts walking but a towel flies at me, smacking me in the face.

I pull it off and glare at Sun. He harrumphs and points to the towel, his silver glove shining in the sunlight as well as his feathers. "Clean yourself. I don't want any of your filth getting on the carpet."

With that he turns his back to me and walks after Missterious-figure. I can't help but stare as he swishes his hips, his tail feathers glittering as he walks.

I smack myself in the face with my wings. I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek. FOCUS!

I wipe my face with the towel to appease the giant...handsome bird man, then follow after the two.

I try not to look around that much. I didn't want to impose more than I already have.

I was happy that Missterious-figure was so opened minded towards this whole...'New Castle Archivist' stuff. But I know I shouldn't take her kindness for passiveness. Her form I saw her in was her...calmer form so to speak. At least that's what I assume.

If she saw me as a threat though...I would be dead in seconds. She was one of the Head Defenders for a reason...

I was too deep in my head that the walk to the lounge blurred by. It was still a ruin temple theme, but now there are couches, plush chairs, red carpet, and even some hammocks.

A small desk was pushed to the side and that's were Missterious-figure was looking over the papers. Sun was draped over a couch, pulling at her pants, trying to coax her into paying attention to her.

I stand awkwardly in the doorway, crossing and uncrossing my arms. My eyes lock onto the window that gave a spectacular view of the grassy planes. I see a herd grazing and is that a yellow unicorn-,

"Sun stop...Alright! This looks fine to me."

I turn my head to her. My eyes widen when she uses a bronze peacock tail feather as a quill. She dips the tip into a golden inkwell then leaves her signature on all the dotted lines the papers required.

She places the quill back into the inkwell and pats the papers so that they were evenly stacked. She turns around and walks towards me, Sun whining that she was out of range of hold.

She holds out the papers for me to take. "I'm impressed with how these all fit in that tiny envelope."

I take the papers with a small thank you, "Yeah, nothing a little compact spell could fix. Thank you again for signing these. I know paperwork isn't the greatest of things to do...."

Missterious-figure shrugs then groans when Sun whines for her again. She looks over her shoulder at the dramatic harpy. "Behave or I'll cut your time short and hand out with Reptile you."

"No~!" Sun whines giving her puppy eyes.

She rolls her eye and looks back at me with a tired smile. I smile back and turn to leave, "Thank you so much for your time."

"Don't mention it."

"If you need anything, feel free to stop by my mushroom."

"M-mushroom?" she blinks at me and I give her a confused stare. "What happened to the Archivist office?"

"Oh that!...I destroyed it...It was too cramped for me..."

"Right..."

"Thank you again, I'll see myself out."

"Stay safe. Some creations are known to sneak out." She sighs, "Especially my moon..."

"Got it." I give her a small bow and make my way out of her room. I wave at the fireflies as they flutter around me. I take one last long look at this magnificent room.

'Maybe working here won't be as bad as I thought..."

I sigh, chuckling to myself as I leave. The doors closing behind me in a soft thud.

***

That's the end of part 1!

Episode Two is HERE

Episode Three is HERE

Episode Four is HERE

Episode Five is HERE

Episode Six is HERE

Episode Seven is HERE

Hope you've all enjoyed! Part two will be coming soon to a Tumblr near you!

Thank you @missterious-figure for letting me use you and your boys for this. Please contact me if you are unsatisfied with how I represented you in this episode!

Hope you all have a fantastic day/night! Stay awesome!

[girlwithsharpt33th]

𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐶 ~ 𝐺𝑂𝐽𝑂

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 (𝑀𝐷𝑁𝐼, 18+ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑢𝑏!𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜, 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜, ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑠, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒!

As soon as you insert the key into the door of your apartment, Gojo greets you at the door. The look on his face is truly pathetic, like a lost puppy who has been traumatized after being lost for days.

He engulfs you in a warm hug, twirling you through the doorway and shutting the door. He rests his head on your shoulder and inhales deeply, running his long, dexterous fingers through your hair.

“I want you. ‘S cruel for you to leave me alone this long.” he murmurs, his hands drifting down to your ass and rocking side to side softly.

You chuckle. “Don’t make me feel guilty, ‘Toru. Quite the turn off.” He doesn’t say anything, instead squeezing your ass and giving you a quick peck on the lips. He picks you up, burying his face in your cleavage and nosing around.

“Please. Fuck me.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The short skirt you’re wearing is hiked up to your stomach as you lay on your unmade bed. Gojo gives several kisses and kitten licks to the pretty pink dildo strapped to your waist. He wraps his lips around it, taking it all the way in. It’s quite long and girthy, and you dont hesitate to shove his head down and fuck his face.

He looks up at you with his teary, crystalline irises, determined not to part his lips from your cock. (He takes the onslaught quite well, having virtually no gag reflex). Wet sloppy sounds and muffled groans spill from his mouth.

“Don’t forget your fingers.” you remind him, sitting up slightly and grabbing one of the hands gripping your thighs. You suck a couple of his fingers, not breaking eye contact with him. He removes his mouth from the dildo, rosy lips parted in an o-shape, enraptured by the lewd display.

His idiotic gawking causes you to snort and you push his head back down forcefully. “Back to work, Satoru.” He complies, putting his mouth back to work and fingering himself with his spit-dampened fingers. His hips rock back against his hand, desperate for more friction.

You yourself crave more friction, so you decide to tease him.

“On your ass, ‘Toru” you command huskily, and he looks up at you, panting, a confused expression on his face. He extracts his lips from the pink phallus and reluctantly removes his fingers from his ass with a groan, sitting cross-legged.

You crawl towards him, taking one of his large hands and kissing it as you lower yourself onto his lap. His breath hitches, misty eyes and pinkening cheeks attesting to the effect you have on him. He snakes his arms around your back, engulfing your much smaller frame in a tender embrace. Before he can settle his head on your shoulder, you poke his sternum slowly and shift back, wrapping your hand around his shaft and the dildo.

Your hand, slick with his precum, begins to stroke lazily up and down. You know he’s almost at his limit by the way he immediately thrusts up into your touch, throwing his head back. His long, snowy eyelashes flutter closed.

“Baby, don’t do that, look at me.” you murmur, almost desperate. You’re as weak for him as he is for you. He lifts his head and looks into your eyes longingly.

“Can’t help it. You’re so pretty,” His honeyed words make your head fuzzy. He appears to notice your eyes further darkening with lust at his words, so he continues. “The skirt, everything…stunning. ‘S too much for one man to handle on his own.” he whispers, engulfing your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

You increase the pace of your hand, the pressure in your stomach blooming at his sweet praises. He becomes vocal again, rolling his hips. The pressure on your clit underneath the strap increases, and you reach your own release. He runs a calloused hand up and down your thigh and cups your cheek in the other, his nonverbal way of talking you through your orgasm.

You recover quickly and quicken your ministrations on his cock, swirling your thumb over the flushed tip. It isn’t long before he spurts into your hand, rivers of cum flowing down his length and the dildo.

He shudders, spent, but wanting more. You finally give into him and the embrace he so craves. He immediately sinks into your touch, inhaling deeply.

“I wanna ride you, sweetheart. Please.” he begs, his voice muffled against your sweat-dampened shoulder.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With shaky legs, satoru carefully sinks down onto your strap. Your clothes, including the pretty skirt you’d been wearing, have long been lost amongst the tangled sheets.

His hands grope your tits greedily, running his broad thumbs over your hardened nipples. He huddles over you and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, moving his hips up and down rhythmically. His heavy cock slaps against your stomach.

His soft moans and breaths flow into your ears like an addictive melody. His mouth grazes over your neck, sucking and licking rhythmically.

“S’ deep.” he croons drunkenly. You lift his chin up and insert a thumb into his mouth. His tongue circles the digit sensually, a string of saliva dripping onto your chest. So sloppy. So cute.

“Sit up. I wanna watch.” you say, your voice dripping with lust and admiration. Satoru reluctantly sits up and resumes bouncing on your cock. His weight pressing down on the strap causes a pleasurable feeling to build in your core.

Gradually, he begins to move his hips faster, grinding desperately. His mouth is agape, eyebrows knitted, looking at you as if you’ve truly wrecked him. He leans back, using your thighs as leverage as he bounces off of them.

He looks ethereal. The moonlight coming in from the bedroom window illuminates his alabaster skin. His cock is painted a magnificent rose color. He reaches up and plays with his nipples, whimpering.

“You’re like art, satoru.” you whisper, enraptured by his display. You caress his thighs. He grows desperate, seemingly clinging to your praises. His legs begin to shake.

“S-say something else like that.” he whimpers. It appears he’s too focused on his impending orgasm to properly articulate himself.

You grin and chuckle lowly. “You’re so gorgeous. And all mine.” It’s corny, but you know your voice is like manna to him, the breath of his life. It’s more than enough to take him to heaven.

Sure enough, he crumbles, his cock splattering his pearly white seed up his abs. He huffs and dismounts the dildo, laying on his back beside you. You pull yourself up onto your elbows, kissing his cheek.

You straddle his thighs again, licking the cum off of his stomach. He moans faintly, running a large shaky hand through your hair. “Don’t have t’ do that.” he murmurs, but you shake your head and smile.

Once you’ve finished your task, his hands slip down your sides, flipping you around and grasping your waist, pinning your back against his chest. He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and planting a tender kiss against your skin.

“Love you, sweet girl.” he whispers before drifting off. You smile and hold the hand resting on your stomach, feeling the most safe you ever have.

[a-very-tired-raven]

Can I request that fell sans fluff.

phew answering requests after two years,,,, OKAY GANG LET'S DO THIS

My red really like watches, he just loves the different designs and such, though his love for them probably comes from his grillby finding and old broken one from the dump when they were underground.

It was one of the few things that made it feel like time genuinely wasn't frozen in place from how repetitive each day seemed, proof that the world's still moving, especially since there wasn't a whole lot of clocks underground that worked. (Despite the ones that alphas made...however not all were released to the public and those that were, were gifted to few.)

He broke it during a bad fight underground when a monster was dissing his brother's name and rank. Despite not telling his brother about his watch, edge knew how much it meant to him, and after escaping the underground, edge gave him a beautiful custom made watch. This was one of the first steps made when rekindling their brotherhood, and a very dear memory to the both of them, and one they still think fondly of lol.

This man has a PLETHORA of fluffy blankets, and, as much as he would never admit it, a couple robes. If Red ever had a s/o, theyd be one of the few he'd share these with LMAO, hell, he might even give em one if they're lucky.

My red also has a young pitbull as a pet, one he decided to take in after she was following him around for a couple days.

She's pretty banged up, rescued from a fighting ring with various scars, but her gentle and sweet nature completely outshines that. She's a fat, sweet albino pit, with slight vision issues, and is his BABY-

Like full on baby talks her every day, though absolutely lies through his teeth about it.(She has puppy boots and a matching parka. sure red 🙄)

[ravenwriter16]

You know what I want to do?

I want to write a new fic. I want to write a fluffy comfort fic!

I’ve seen so many fics where all these amazing authors improve their mental health by creating extreme self-indulgent fics.

I want to do that!

I want to make an oc story and just SHOVE my trauma onto them. I want to feel my feels in a place where I feel safe. And even help other people out who might be going through the same thing I did!

I want to help others in my writing like others have helped me! I want to make something that will make others smile while also helping myself

I want to combine my two favorite hyper fixations! And write ALL about it!

I want to write…and not feel as though I’m burdening people…or being selfish…

Is that weird? Or is it normal? I don’t know🫠

Thanks for letting me ramble!

[girlwithsharpt33th]

Can we just take a minute and imagine pegging true form Sukuna? The way his lust-darkened eyes follow your every movement as you bend him over and loosen his hole, hips rolling against your fingers. The way he sighs from the depths of his soul as you fill him up, impatiently grabbing your hips with his lower set of hands to urge you to go faster. The way his muscular ass ripples as your strap slams into him, low words of praise leaving his lips. The way he grips the bedsheets, trying to focus so hard on his building orgasm as you kiss down his spine and fist one of his girthy cocks. The way he gasps as you abruptly stop fucking him right before his orgasm, chiding him to do it himself. The way he rocks against you feverishly, chasing the high he was so cruelly denied. The way he looks so gorgeous, his pink hair falling into his eyes as he continues to look over his shoulder, pupils burning holes into your soul. The way he comes with your name falling from his lips like a curse, like a prayer.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

The way he rides you, breath stuttering as his muscular ass slaps against your delicate thighs. the way he sinks down onto your strap, trying so hard not to crush you under his weight. The way he throws his proud head back as he supports himself with his top pair of arms, adam's Apple bobbing shakily as he tries to catch his breath amidst his building orgasm. The way his powerful cocks paint your stomach and tits with his thick seed. The way he dismounts you, drenched in sweat and fucked out. The way he admires you for making him feel so good.

[ravenwriter16]

I just finished my first day of college…

…

I’m so tired! It’s all SO much!

How do you guys do it?! HOW?!?! I must learn your secrets!!!

[girlwithsharpt33th]

the nonchalance with which sukuna fucks you sometimes is infuriating. you can be so very in love but he won’t spare a glance while you cream around his cock. one specific time, he has a lengthy book laying next to your head while he fucks you in missionary. all four of his crimson eyes glued to it, sharp and clear, ceasing to reflect you in them.

the way his breathing sounds so measured, not a drop of sweat staining his skin has you fuming.

you’re sprawled out on the floor, not even a pillow under your back to keep you comfortable. You desperately try to keep your legs wrapped around his thick waist. He’s going at an agonizingly slow pace, cocks crammed into your holes. It’s so goddamn hot in the room.

You rake your nails down his back spitefully, pouting, angry tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t react, instead flicking to the next page.

“Fucking look at me!” you exclaim. you’re not dealing with his bullshit any longer.

All he does is crack a smirk and shift your waist up slightly so he hits you at an even deeper angle, causing a hoarse cry to leave your lips.

he’s going slower. So much fucking slower.

He leans down and whispers, “you want my cum don’t you?”

you're writhing beneath him, desperate to get away from the pain of this much deeper angle. the pain of one pair of his hands gripping your waist. the pain of his nails digging into your skin.

he chuckles darkly as you struggle.

“You humans are so greedy,” he comments, a slight lilt to his voice as he drags a finger down your cheek and swipes up a tear. He licks it.

“Little attention whore. That attitude is making my dicks soft.”

His emphasis on the word whore makes you scowl. You begin to turn your head away, but he roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes bore into your soul. your vision blurs.

He runs his tongue over his teeth before flipping you over, pinning you beneath him and shoving his cocks back into you. you feel like you’re going to suffocate under his weight, his heat.

and then he starts fucking you fast. so fast you’re audibly whimpering and digging your nails into the floorboards. He’s laughing above you, shoving your head down, caging it in with his massive palm.

He leans down, breath hot in your ear, licking the shell of it. He gives your ass a harsh slap, whispering in a mocking tone.

“Be quiet and cum, princess. I’m busy”

[tahhnjj]

Fic; the flowers we grow , ravenwrites

[moonymoonchild]

It’s said that the moles on your body are places where your lover kissed you the most in your past life. Eddie doesn’t know that but he always kisses you on the moles on your face, on your hands, and on your legs and never fails to make you feel loved. But the moment you tell him about it he makes sure to always kiss you on your moles at least once every day.

[drc00l4tt4]

Bwahh okay- okayokayokay cringe culture is dead, I'm doing this.

Here's a Melvinborg x Reader I wrote a while back, go crazy

CW;; Cursing

Note;; This is from Melvinborg's P.O.V. and it's BEFORE he was in the car accident, so he's just a silly 29yo Melvin with no Borg.

   How did they expect him to make something like that in such a short amount of time? An invention of that much power would take weeks, months even! The fact they expected it to be done within the week was absolutely ludicrous. Why couldn't he of just graduated from Elitinati instead of needing to work here? Maybe he'd be more successful and he wouldn't need to have this stupid office job. One could dream.

   This job was absolute bullshit.

   With an exasperated sigh, he walked to his office, which was rather small considering how the budget for this company was incredibly low. He probably wouldn't have been hired if they weren't so desperate and he wasn't sure if he should be greatful or unimpressed. As long as the bills were paid, he supposed it didn't matter. He still hated it here though.

   As he rounded the corner to reach his office, he had accidentally ran into someone. Now who on earth was stupid enough to just blindly walk like that? He thought to himself in annoyance before realizing his glasses had fallen off. "Oh- Oh no, I'm so sorry!" He heard a voice speak up; it was rather high pitched. He quietly grumbled to himself as he attempted to find his glasses, "Just watch where you're going next time." He muttered, blindly moving his hand around the ground. "Here, let me help," The voice spoke again before he felt his glasses being put onto his face. He blinked a few times, adjusting to his clear sight again before turning to yell at the person. He stopped before saying anything, his mouth just hanging open.

   The person was scrambling around, attempting to grab all the papers they had dropped. They were wearing the company uniform, even wearing the pair of goggles with it; so that meant they were one of the inventors as well. They had (E/C) eyes which were oddly captivating, and their face was red from embarrassment (or at least he assumed so). "I'm genuinely so, so so sorry, sir-" They stated, quickly grouping up their papers and trying to neatly stack them together, "That was completely my fault, I'm new here, I've been so clumsy today-" They started to rant, their eyes darting around to probably avoid eye contact. "You don't need to apologize so much, it was an honest accident." He spoke up, his face practically void of emotion aside from an eyebrow raise. "Sor- Ah, right, force of habit, whoops-" The person lightly laughed before holding a hand out to help him stand up, "I'm (Y/N) by the way! I really wish we met under different circumstances," They gave a closed eyes smile. He simply huffed, grabbing their hand and standing up. Their hand was warm.

   "What's your name?" They asked, causing him to sigh. "Melvin. Melvin Sneedly." He stated, causing (Y/N)'s face to light up. "Wait really? I was told about you! Apparently we went to the same Elementary school! The boss brought it up during my background check, heh." They said, earning Melvin's attention. "Really?" He asked, staring at them curiously. "Yeah! I actually remember you a bit but it's blurry- the ol' brain isn't as clear as it used to be," They laughed nervously, "But I remember I tried to talk to you a few times! You seemed really cool! I remember some of your inventions actually!" They stated, their hands slightly flapping around in a stim.

   Melvin's attention was fully gained. "Name one." He requested. (Y/N) paused for a moment, "Uh, I think one of them was the Time Toad 2000! That one was really cool! There was also the Karaoke Kitty, I remember that one pretty fondly!" They stated, catching Melvin off guard. They actually remembered the names and everything? He was pleasantly surprised. "My favorite I think was the Raisetheroofitron 2000! It was really interesting to see it in use! I always wondered how you made those! I think you're what inspired me to start inventing, actually," They added, smiling nervously. Melvin blinked a few times in pure astonishment, "You actually remembered those?" He finally spoke again, causing (Y/N) to quickly look up at him, "Well, yeah, of course I do! They were so impressive!"

   Melvin paused for a moment, folding his arms. "Why are you saying this? What do you want?" He asked, earning a confused look from (Y/N). "I don't want anything. I just wanted to talk to you since, uh, you seemed cool," They explained, nervously rubbing the back of their neck, "I didn't mean to make it come off that way, honest." They added. Melvin stared at them for a moment, his eyes squinting slightly. "That's it?" He asked, earning a nod from them. "Yeah that's it. Maybe we could be friends but I didn't want to seem overbearing, y'know? Considering how you're one of the more famous people here, I didn't think you wanted to be bothered too much." They stated. Melvin went quiet again, examining them.

   "Well if that's it, I suppose we could be acquaintances." Melvin stated, earning a happy smile from (Y/N). "Awesome!" They nearly shouted, their arms moving fast in a stim. "I might need assistance with a project anyhow. I could do it myself no doubt, but it might help with your work hours." He added, causing (Y/N) to quietly squeal in excitement. "That's great! I don't have anything on my workload anyway! Les'go!" They stated, running in the,, wrong direction. They quickly realized though and turned around. "I,, forgot I have no idea where I'm going." They stated, causing Melvin to let out a quick laugh before he cleared his throat. "Yes, I need to show you where my office is. Come on," He stated, gently grabbing their hand and walking to his office.

   Maybe this job wasn't so bad.

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode One--Episode two--Episode Three--Episode Four--Episode Five--Episode Six (Here!)---Epsiode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @sun-e-chips

Reminder! If the Content Creator doesn't approve of how I represent them, or their AUs/OCs then I edit my work or DELETE it.

It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators!

AND I DO NOT BETA READ! JUST A HEADS UP!

Enjoy!

“I don’t really see how this is necessary.” I run to keep up with the tall councilman. “I recommended we focus our efforts more on—,”

Archivist #5 Zuid Refductin, with his hands folded behind his back and his hair slicked back into a low ponytail, looks over his shoulder to pierce me with his stare. His features where sharp, a long snooping nose separating his dark brown eyes.

“Afraid you don’t have any say in the matter, Archivist Ravenwriter. The Council has already decided.”

He faces forward again and starts his long strides again. His white and golden uniform looks so clean and pressed that it had to be uncomfortable. But he showed no sign of emotion, his features seemingly stuck in a permanent deadpan state.

I sigh and drag a hand though my hair. My nerves were shot and the feathers of my wings were bristling and puffing up. Archivist Refductin showed up out of the blue at my office. Saying something about inspection of the castle. Then he dragged me out of my mushroom with no other explanation.

I growl, “Sir…Even though I may not be on the council, I am still Head Archivist for the DCA Castle—,”

“For now. You are Head Archivist for now.” He turns a corner sharply, having me scramble to make the corner. He waves his hand dismissively, “The position shouldn’t have gone to you anyways. You are much too young. It should have been given to someone with immense experience.”

He places his hand on his chest, “Someone like me.”

I give him a strained smile, speaking through clenched teeth, “But it DIDN’T. And you cannot change the past—,”

“Perhaps…but I can change the future.” He muses, eyes glinting and his lips twitching. He stops abruptly, causing me to walk straight into him.

I grunt and rub my nose while backing up. I shoot him a pointed look, “What?”

“October is coming.” He states taking in the grandeur of the large entry way of the castle. It was more elaborate than the smaller backdoor entrance we came in and brighter too.

I nod my head, dusting off the sleeves of my coat. “Yes. As it does every year…”

“I could do without you sass.”

“I could do without you and your pompous as—,” I bite my lip when he turns his head sharply, warning me with his pointed stare.

I roll my eyes and start to tend to my feathers. Preening them slightly so that they wouldn’t stick up as much.

He nods his head then looks around the room again while holding his chin in thought. “The little…Halloween Festival is also coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.” I nod again, crossing my arms, “It’s a major event for the castle.”

“Hmm…Is security adequate during these festivals?” He lowers his hand, raising a brow as he levels me with his stare once more.

“Yes, sir. I have many Creators with their Y/ns and DCAs who help out with maintaining the Castle’s defensive during festivities. No Trolls or Frauds ever sneak in.”

He nods, “I would like to meet one of these Creators that you hold in such high regard.”

“Well, before you RUDELY dragged me out from my office.” I narrow my eyes before pulling at the helm of my tunic to straighten it. “I was actually preparing to meet up with the one of the Creators who help out with the festival preparations—,”

“Marvelous!” He smirks, “Lead the way.”

I shake my head, crossing my arms as my wings fold close to my back. “I can’t do that—,”

He scoffs “As one of the High Council Members, you have to follow my orders. It’s part of the law—,”

My wings spread out as wide as they can and I bark out a laugh. “According to that law, as Head Archivist for this Castle, I have to protect every single Creator that resides in these halls. I can’t not bring a stranger, Council member or not, to a Creator’s room unannounced.”

 “Why you insolent—AH!” He flinches and jumps back, holding his arms over his head to shield him from something.

I whip around, hand outstretch and pulsing with my purple-colored mana. I blink and lower my hand when I take in a familiar face. I sigh and offer a small bow to the animatronic.

Standing there was a fairly small, seemingly wooden tiki bot. Their main colors being of a deep chocolate brown, their two round eyes being a darker shade. With slightly coral pupils, which turn into upright crescents as if they were smiling.

Causing Councilman Refductin to flinch and take another step back.

They also had beautiful, seemingly carved, teal-colored marks on their chest, arms, legs, what made up their nose, and their little head crown-piece. I always loved their Polynesian look.

And to top it all off, the little guy wore a pair of moss green swim shorts with a pink palm leaves pattern.

 I chuckle as the Tiki Bot doe a little spin that ends in a bow. They straighten up, shoulders shaking as they cover the spot where their mouth should be. Laughing. They look behind me and tilt their head, pointing.

I shake my head, “No one to worry about, I assure you. This is Council Member Refductin. He is inspecting the Castle today.”

The bot nods their head in understanding while the Councilman peaks over my shoulder. He eyes them up and down.

“An…An OC Staffbot?” He mumbles quietly. “I thought that they would mostly stay to the canon design…not—,”

“Come up with an entirely new ensemble? Please.” I roll my eyes, gesturing to my small friend with a wave of my hand, “Now apologize to our guest here.”

He harrumphs and quickly moves from his hiding spot behind my wings. He straightens the collar of his uniform, “I do not take orders from you.”

I roll my eyes once more before turning my attention back to the Tiki Bot. “How is your Creator? Okay I hope?”

They nod and start to sign with their hands. I activate my mana to better translate what they say, the Councilman copying me almost immediately.

-Creator is well! They are very busy planning and preparing for the festival. They sent me to find you because they want to go over some plans. Is that alright?-

“I would have to bring along old sour puss over here.” I jerk my head in Refductin’s direction. The man turns redder than a tomato.

The tiki-bot just nods their head, -That’s alright! The more the merrier!-

Refductin folds his hands behind his back, “Very well. Lead the way then.”

“PLEASE.” I press, shooting him a pointed look.

The tiki-bot nods their head again and jumps up to spin around. They head down one of the large hallways to the side. The councilman and I follow dutifully behind them. I smile, watching as the little tiki-bot skips and does a little dance while walking.

I nod my head to its cute rhythm, trying to ignore the stupid tsks Refductin made as he inspected the hall.

Thankfully the trip was a short one!

The tiki-bot stops in front of a pair of one simple door. Nothing too outlandish or having any special patterns. Just a nice plain door that strangely brought a sense of calm to my mind. I step forward and inspect the wooden mailbox hanging on the wall right next to the door.

The name carved into the wood was painted white.

“This is it?”

Both me and the tiki-bot look at him with tilted heads.

-What did you expect? It’s just a room…-

I snort at the bot’s retort while Refductin huffs. The tiki-bot pulls out a key from his shorts and unlocks the door He steps inside, waiting patiently as I inspect my boots for any sign of dirt. Once I’m done, I step in, keeping my wings close to myself.

Refductin steps in after me, paling as he takes in the room.

“What is this?!” He gestures to the eerie room.

Black polished tiles make up the floor, some fur-skin rugs here and there to provide some warmth to the chilling stone. Some pillars made of the same material hold up the corners of the room. The walls are lined with dark oak paneling. The wallpaper was old, some of it chipping off the wall itself. The color was faded, the baby blue flora pattern barely visible.

Long, raggedy, and old curtains cover the bay windows. Giving little natural light to the living room. The room itself full of Victorian style furniture, the wood a dark brown and the cushions a simple dark red color.

On the little side tables were small vintage lamps with stain-glass shades. The yellow, blue, and green lights giving the room most of its light. Music fills the air thanks to a brass phonograph. It plays a tone I’m VERY familiar with.

I hum the tone to the Daycare Theme while following the tiki-bot to one of the couches. The little guy claps their hands in delight while running off. Heading into another room off to the side.

“What kind of person lives here?” Refductin shivers as a cool breeze drifts in from some open vent. “A horror writer or artist? Some monster Creator?”

I scratch my chin, “Not exactly—,”

“Then who?” He crosses his arms and raises a brow.

I go to answer when I hear a few familiar voices.

“Oh! We can have a giant pumpkin filled with fairy lights and it dispenses candy every ten minutes!”

“That sound like a bunch of fun, Sunspot! We can set up some buckets around the pumpkin that way the passing person could grabs some candy if they so happen to miss the dispensing!”

A tall animatronic steps out into the room, a bright contrast to the otherwise dreary living space. His metal seemed to be made of stone. The material having playful patches of bright teals, yellows, oranges, and small bits of red that made up his feet. On his forelegs, forearms, shoulders and chest where patterns that seemed to be Aztecan in origin.

And like the tiki-bot, he wore a pair of swim shorts. These being a dark teal green and having the same patterns as his metal. Flower-like petals fan out around his face. Giving him his namesake.

“Yes, yes. But what about my idea for a haunted water slide?” A deeper voice asks, the body belonging to that said voice steps out.

“Moonie~…” Sun rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

“What?”

Another animatron with darker colors and instead of a stone-like metal, this one had a more wooden texture to it. His shorts made of a red fabric with white flowers as a small pattern. But they were ripped a bit in the back part of the leg-sleeve-things.

His colors were a dark brown, a dark teal and a light blue. His metal’s patterns wasn’t Aztecan-themed but instead a Polynesian pattern. Much like the tiki-bot.

Then finally, the person I wanted to see!

“Sun-e-chips!” I get to my feet, smiling brightly, “It’s so nice to see you again!”

The creator in question looks at me, blinking for a second before they smile as well. They wore a simple pair of black boots, that look like they’ve seen better days. Their dark blue bootcut jeans pairs well with their dark green turtleneck.

Their long brown hair was done up in a high ponytail, with a small flower clip holding back some of their bangs.

“Raven!” They run forward at full speed towards me.

My eyes widen and I back up, wings outstretched, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa—!”

They tackle me to the ground and my wings poof up and surround us out of instinct to cushion our fall.

“Archivist!” Refductin shouts in shock. “What is the meaning of this?!”

Sun-e-chips pops their head out form my feathers. “Who’s your stuck-up friend here?”

I just plop my head down on the floor, sighing heavily. “Friend is such a STRONG word…”

Refductin clenches his hands and turns red again while grinding his teeth. Sun and Moon snort, Sun covering his mouth.

“He’s redder than some of our worst sun-burnt customers.” Sun chuckles.

Moon joins him, hissing slightly. He walks deeper into the room, scooping up Sun-e-chips as if they were a cat. And they didn’t seem to mind all that much.

Sun walks over and offers his hand, “I take it the tiki found you?”

I nod my head and yelp as he pulls me up. I rotate my shoulder and sigh, “I keep forgetting how strong you guys are.”

I dust off my uniform and wave a bored hand in Refductin’s direction. “Before he blows a blood vessel, may I introduce High Council Member Refductin.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Mx.?”

“Sun-e-chips is my creator title.” They bow their head still held aloft by Moon, who looks very content holding them like that. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes the pleasure is all mine. Now I would like to—,”

“So Raven!” Sun-e-chips wiggles out of Moon’s hold, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the couches. “Which would you prefer? A candy puking pumpkin or trauma inducing water slide?”

“Rude…” Moon grumbles.

I shrug, smiling as I take my seat. “Still caught up on that?”

They plop down next to me, sighing loudly. Refductin stares blankly at us while Sun and Moon join in the festival planning. Sun sits in the chair next to the couch while Moon sits on the armrest next to Sun-e-chips.

“Raven is obviously on my side,” Moon puts a hand on his chest, “A haunted waterslide will gather the most screams for the Halloween Festival.”

“Moon.” Sun deadpans, rolling his eyes, “We don’t want to scare away Residents…”

“Shh!” Sun-e-chips, turns their attention to me. “So what do you say, Raven?”

“Why not both? You’re already going all out this year, so if you need more supplies or funds, just say the word and they’re yours.”

I yelp when they hug me again, “THANK YOU! This is going to be AMAZING!”

“EXCUSE ME!” Refductin loudly clears his throat. Sun, Moon, and Sun-e-chips looks at him with raised brows.

“Yes friend?” Sun asks with a cute tilt of his head.

“I have a few questions regarding your life in this castle under Archivist—,”

“OH! That reminds me!” Sun holds his chine and looks at me, startling me slightly. “Will you be visiting the park again with your little siblings? It was so much fun last time!”

I chuckle and rub the back of my neck, blushing from embarrassment, “I-I would like too—EEP!”

Sun is quick to hug me a well, “OH I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE LITTLE BIRDIES!!!”

“Sunny~.” Moon snickers, “Let the bird breathe.”

“Oops!”

I gasp as he lets go. He even pats my back as I cough. He smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, sunshine…”

“I’m fine.” I give him a small smile and pound my chest, “Takes more than that to keep me down.!”

“Does no one here have any manners?” Refductin pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry about the boys.” Sun-e-chips rubs the back of their neck. “They’re very animated.”

“I see…Creator?” Refductin steps closer, eyeing me as I let Sun play with my feathers. “ I would like to discuss the upcoming festival with you—,”

“What about?” They tilt their head and count off things while holding out their fingers, “We can talk about security, rides, contests, the buffet table, decorations, the weather, new attractions?”

He blinks at them, mouth closing and opening like a gapping fish. “That is…”

“A lot.” I shoot my friend a concerned look, “You know if you ever need any help—,”

“It’s fine! Everything is going smoothly and we should be finished with preparations ahead of time! And my Auroa helps with keeping my strength up!”

To showcase their point, they hold out their hand and snap their fingers. Refductin and I shiver as a building coolness seems to gather at their hand. A glowing orb of shimmering blue lights (looking like an orb of water) hovers over their opened palm.

I look over at Sun and Moon and see their eyes glowing the same color as the orb. They seem at peace, shoulders sagging as if a weight as been lifted off their shoulders. Their Creator, splits the orb in half and hands one to each of the animatronic twins.

They take their halves and hold them close to their chest. Their markings glow bright as they absorb the Auroa. They slink onto their seats, sighing happily.

I smile and get to my feet, Sun-e-chips joining with me. I turn to face them and hold out my hand, “I fear we have taken up much of your time.”

They take my hand and smile as they shake it, “don’t worry about it so much! I enjoy the company!” They turn and face Refductin, bowing their head a bit while folding their hands behind their back. “And it was an honor to meet you, Councilman!”

Refductin sighs but returns the bow, “The honor was all mine.”

I snap my fingers, remembering something. “I forgot to bring the blue-prints for the ‘Exploding Star-Disco Ball’! I’ll make sure to send a raven by later today.”

“No prob!” They smile, “Take your time. October is still a month or so away.”

I nod my head, “Thank you again for helping plan the Festival.”

“You know I love this stuff! And I have to beat last year’s Festival record. Me and the boys are going to blow it out of the water!”

Refductin pales, “Not literally, correct?”

Sun-e-chips and I exchange long glances before we burst out laughing…hysterically. Sun-e-chips doubling over and holding their stomach while I cover my mouth as I cackle. Sun and Moon snort, the glow in their eyes dying down slightly.

Refductin looks back and forth between the four of us, confused. “You aren’t going to blow up the Festival are you? Why are you laughing? It’s not funny…”

I and Sun-e-chips collapse to the floor, cackling like crazed witches.

We were like this for THREE HOURS…

And I enjoyed every second of it!

***

THANK YOU SO MUCH @sun-e-chips!!! If you haven't checked it out already, go check out their Waterspark Bay AU! The same AU featured in this episode.

I'm so sorry that this took so long Chips! I hope my writing is up to your standards! Stay awesome!

I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day or night!

[a-very-tired-raven]

Hello there! I just read your Swatch x Reader headcanons and was wondering Could i possibly get a Spamton x Reader where Spamton is just totally confused on if the Reader genuinely loves him or if its just some sales pitch. Hes been my comfort character for a while so it'd be nice :>

thank you for reading my silly request :]

Hiya broski! Sorry this took a bit to answer! I didn't really know how to approach this ask. I'm new to fics so I needed to take a bit to prepare so I would know how to write this and to get into the lil man's head if that's alright! Hope you enjoy my dude and remember to lemme know if anythings wonky!

●True Intentions ●

"Here you go sir, your order?" He gave a polite nod to the server "Yes thank you." They gave a small smile and walked away. He took a small sip of his drink as he returned to his thoughts. Spamton was....confused to say the least. He met you about a week ago in the alleyway of his shop.

You'd been looking for your pet or something and tried to dig in a garbage bin....Which was actually his shop. That was locked. He just got back with some goods thst he got a nice deal on and all he saw was some stranger pulling on the lock to his shop. He angerly poked on your waist to see what you were up to.

"What are you doing?!"You jumped and awkwardly explained what it was you were doing when he demanded to know what you were up to.

"I uh..lost my pet..I thought I seen her go off this way?" Of course he was still skeptical but put his goods up and helped you look.

Eventually you two did find what you were looking for and you thanked him more times then we could count. Right before you left is when you started the confusion. You awkwardly asked for his number, and when asked why you nervously shrugged and said he was nice and you thought he was cute. Which absolutely baffled him

When was the last time someone complemented him? Let alone ask for his number and want to spend more time again. He accepted of course and didn't think anything of it.

He started thinking about it when he ran into you almost every day for the rest of the week. Everytime you saw him you were thanking him,and trying your best to make small talk.

This included asking him questions, like what did he do for a living,how many sales has he made,what's the biggest deal he's made. All if which he's awkwardly responded to with vague and short answers. This made him even more suspicious. Whyd you wanna know so much about his job and deals?

He hasn't seen you since everyone's moved to the dark town. Maybe he wouldn't see you again. If there's a whole 'nother dark world who's to say there's not more? Maybe you were somewhere else.

The smell of pastries pulls him out of his thoughts a little. Banana nut he thinks. He does admit you are kinda cute.. which brings him to the present. Why him? It's pretty well known he's a business man.

A horrible one at that. He only Ever gets people's attention when they want to get a deal or a-a..a sales pitch...

His fists clench. Of course. Why else would you go after someone like him? You just wanna make a sales pitch. Nothing more then that. You could of just said so. You didn't have to barge in his life like that and lead him on all for the sake of a deal. It all makes sense now!

Who makes small talk like that??? About deals,and sales...why was that the first question to asked? Why not start off with basic small talk?? Why be interested in him? Why him? Why'd you need to know what his biggest sale and deal was! Of all the people...You just wanted a good deal...

He doesn't hear the distant chime of the Cafe bell. He just angrily glares daggers at his own reflection. It wasn't until a shy familiar voice spoke pointedly in his direction did he force his head out of the clouds.

"Hey Spamton! I uhm.. how are you doing today?" You give a soft smile and take a seat in front of him. "I'm fine" He looked the other way. "Um.. " You glance at the window. You look at his order. "Ohh number 7! That's a good one. Moonberry fudge and a gram apple muffin. Nice." You give a soft smile.

He just remains quiet. You seem a little anxious by now. "..weather's nice huh?.." with only a human for a response you start brimming with anxiety. You try a different approach. "I had a good day at work! We didn't have any rude people.." You look at him.

"Uh how about you? How's work? You made any good sales today?" He looks up at you with a harsh glare. "Wouldn't you like to know!" You flinch and your happy aura quickly forms into an apologetic one.

"I-..im-im sorry..I didn't mean to ask anything sensitive.." You give a sorry look. "I didn't did i?" You look down at your hands. Spamtion hesitates for a moment. No.. He..He cant hesitate. He stands up.

"Yes. Yes you did impose. You imposed in my life acting all kind when I know what you really want." You have the audacity to look confused. "What are you talking about?." He ignores you and heads towards the exit. "Spamton? Spamton wait! Please..I just wanna kno-"

Your conversation fades to the back of his mind as he exists the Cafe and heads towards his house. He should have know better. That way it wouldn't have hurt as bad... He gives a soft wave to a wherewire and keeps walking. After a little bit he stops walking immediately when he feels I small tap on his shoulder.

He turns. "What?!" You give a hurt expression and focus on your hands. "I um..I just wanted to apologize for imposing.. I didn't know you didn't like talking about that" He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone already. It's pretty obvious you just want to talk business." Confusion crosses your face once more.

"What? What are you talking about?" His fists clench again. "Aw stop playing dumb already! It's pretty obvious you don't like me, Your just after a good deal or you want a chance at being some big shot with a sales pitch!" He didn't realize he was yelling.

Your practically cowering at this point. "I-what! No-No I'm not! Please believe me I really do like you.. I don't even know how to do business like that!" You have your hands up in front of you as if a policeman had pulled you over.

He falters for a moment. He looks back up again when you speak up. Sorta. "Please..is there anything I can do to make you believe me..." You say just barely above a whisper. He just remains quiet. After a moment of shared silence you were fed up.

"Fine then! I'll prove I'm crazy for you! Absolutely bonkers! You hear?!" You grab both his shoulders, "H-Hey! Put me down!" And yank him up and plant a big kiss on his cheek. "Now will you please go on a date with me?!"

Your face is absolutely covered top to bottom with a beautiful shade of red. Both from anger and embarrassment.After a moment of silence you awkwardly drop him. "S-sorry.." you hide your face in the neck if your shirt.

His cheeks are burning a bright peachy color. "Um..it's alright" after a small beat of silence he adds "yes."

You look back down at him. "Yes what??" You look confused. "...yes I'll go on a date with you.." He doesn't think anyone who'd want some deal would go that far. He believes you now and he says so.

Your quiet for a moment. A small smile works its way on your face. "Alrighty come on, I know just the place" you give a small wink and grab his hand dragging him off to who knows where. "W-what now?!" He gives a baffled expression as he tries to keep up.

You turn and look down again "yes now silly! I gotta make sure you belive me 100!" percent!. "A-alright then..." maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

ISNSJSS God that was a lot! And toughie! I enjoyed it tho!

[girlwithsharpt33th]

ANGELIC - 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔

content: smut with feelings, reader and Choso are very much in love, a little fluffy, virgin!choso, virgin!reader, AFAB!reader, Choso is a lightweight

a/n: I want to make this a series with my favorite JJK men

your new boyfriend nuzzled his cheek into your knees, his large hands exploring the plush planes of your bare thighs. He wasn’t even that fucked up. you’d only seen him gingerly drinking two cups of sake as he listened to his roommate blab on opposite him at the dingy kitchen table.

“ mmm..missed you.” He murmured dreamily, his eyelids drooping and a sloppy grin painting his pretty lips. You chuckled, scooting closer towards the edge of his bed and embrace.

“Cho…I’ve been with you the past 3 hours” you mused, running your hands through his messy hair.

As your fingers combed through it, you decided to take the pigtails out, being careful not to snag his hair on the elastics. He let out a low hum of approval, and moaned when you began to massage his scalp. He adjusted himself slightly so his clothed cock was pressed against your leg, humping it, hips gyrating sloppily. Normally he was so awkward, but it appeared a little liquid courage undid all of his uncertainty about sex. It was beyond amusing, watching him rut against you like a horny puppy.

He quickly became more desperate and pried your legs apart, mouth practically watering at the sight of your already damp panties. He’d eaten you out a couple of times, and you were more than happy to oblige his talented tongue. You lifted your hips so he could rid you of your panties and eagerly pushed you up on the bed, slotting his head between your legs. His hair and warm breath tickled your cunt, a mewl escaping your lips. He inserted his finger, pumping it in and out. He immediately dove in, relishing in the taste of you, frantically latching onto your clit.

Your breathing was heavy and uneven, embarrassing sounds falling from your lips. Your legs were already quaking.

“S-slow down baby, ‘s too much!” you pleaded, voice breaking. He simply let out a low groan and shoved his tongue further inside you, adding a second finger in your sensitive hole.

He looked so pretty like this, his hair in his bedroom eyes, lashes fluttering angelically as he looked up at you. The sloppy sounds he was making and his little noises of ecstasy chimed in your ears like a siren’s song, practically making you cum on the spot.

your legs began to quake, clenching around Choso’s ears, your climax tumbling out of you. He gulped down your essence wildly, practically sucking you dry. He made pleased hums every now and then, causing even more stimulation for you, reinvigorating the tightening in your stomach.

Before you could fully recover from your first orgasm, you came a second time, fingers and toes gripping the sheets with your head thrown back.

“ ‘m done, Cho, please!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking and bordering on desperation.

He relented. His lips parted with your sex and he withdrew his fingers, a glorious mixture of his spit and your cum coating his chin. His cheeks were rosy, eyes glassy. He was so beautiful it hurt, almost making tears well up in your eyes. You were wrecked already and he hadn’t even pulled his cock out yet.

As if in a trance, ogling your face, he licked his fingers clean and removed his sweats and boxers - the crotches of both saturated with his own cum. You could tell he was taking a mental image of the state you found yourself in, a sort of perverted memento he could get off to when you weren’t around.

He blushed a deep crimson when he realized he came in his pants. It appeared he was so drunk he wasn’t even aware he had come! He bit his lip anxiously and flitted his eyes nervously up at you.

“Baby, come here, don’t be embarrassed,” you cooed and spread your legs. You were nervous, having never had penetrative sex before, but you attempted to hide it. Cho needed as much guidance as possible. “I’ll…talk you through it.”

A switch seemed to flip in your boyfriend as he appeared to regain his voracious sexual appetite from earlier. He settled between your legs, fat cock flush between your pussy lips. He drunkenly ground his hips, eyebrows knitted, eagerly awaiting further instruction from you.

You gulped, intimidated by his size. He rarely took his pants off in front of you, preferring to prioritize your pleasure over his own. But today was about both of you.

“I’m ready, Cho.” you said, voice wavering. He gave a quick little nod, hoisted your legs over his shoulders, and delicately entered you, savoring the warmth enveloping his sensitive tip.

“Oh~” he moaned before pushing himself the rest of the way inside. You held his face in your hands.

“I said I’m ready,” You smiled. The stretch was painful but the feeling of fullness was irresistible. You ground your pelvis against his, encouraging him to move. He gazed at you with his lips parted and his hair curtaining his face. He rocked his hips so gently. Even in his inebriated, desperately horny state he still treated you with such care.

You knew he was close already by the way his thrusts got more and more sloppy. “You…f-feel too good, g-gonna cum.” he said quietly, pressing your legs up even further. His strong hands were warm and comforting on the backs of your thighs, supporting you through the intense position he had you in.

He looked at you intently, almost salivating, and picking his pace up significantly. Something about you had turned him on so much, it appeared he couldn’t handle himself. Your expression?

Your thoughts’ little dance came to a halt when he let out a guttural moan, filling you to the brim with his seed. His grip on your thighs intensified, no doubt leaving bruises. The only thing on his mind now was his determination to make you cum.

He languidly stroked in and out of you, intimate, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His soft breaths filled your ear and he slipped one of his hands underneath your head, cradling it. His cum squelched in and out of you, the warm wetness spilling out of your cunt.

“I-I’m almost…!” you exclaimed, before coating Choso’s dick with your slick. He continued to hold you, fucking you through your orgasm even though his dick was oversensitive.

“I’ve got you.” he murmured into your ear, almost too low to hear. He continued to hold you until he was sure you were satisfied, extracting himself from you. He admired your form, caressing your cheek and kissing you passionately. He looked spent, thoroughly wrung dry.

He barely managed to half-assedly clean you up with a warm wash cloth before promptly keeling over and passing out on your chest. Even in his rather unfortunate state, he was still effortlessly pretty and smelled nice. some sort of cherub. A bouncing babe. This thought made you giggle and he stirred a bit, tsking at you for interrupting his snooze fest.

You traced patterns on his cheek before you finally conked out. Your little lightweight would need all the help he could get tomorrow.