#shamless self insert

[anteroom-of-death]

Teacher's Pet part 15

Synopsis: The Doctor steps into his role as the wolf in this game, fully.

A/n: I had to tone down some of this smut. So it's a bit shorter than intended. Elsewise I fear the worst of tumblrs filtration system. LOL! Enjoy! Love you alllllll!

Apparently a young, fresh companion of his future self had formed this support group after several bad experiences and being dumped back on earth ‘for her safety’.

He didn’t have time to care for whatever this distraction was. He already was at the point of near-snapping. He was not going to risk anything into the future. Live under false pretenses. The cords of the actions set would not weaken under these new stressors…

Obviously, his little fawn would die. Obviously, he’d regenerate. Obviously, this would end.

He drew a line in the sand, no peeking at her or his shared fate.

Meeting her at the front of UNIT, and trying the best to not record any facet of this future girls face or being. Doing so would be a catastrophe, just skate down around and go off into the afternoon and his plans.

A perfect date that would further enchant his pet fawn to his side. Especially since she now had the nattering of other voices in her head regarding him. He had to undo the damage. Keep her from cleaving herself from his side.

He admitted to himself that he was spiraling- and just about ready to cross another line. It was just now a matter of how, and how far…

He set that in a corner of his brain how he would go about this.

She was currently entranced by the arrangement of coffees the café and the cacti available. He would have launched into a diatribe about flowers, but she was leading the charge here.

She was oddly well-versed in the secret meaning one could send another. He was impressed. A secret hyperfixation.

He indulged her and him.

One particular flower meant ‘I give you my soul’. He made a note to buy her some. A shallow offering. As he sold his soul long ago. Her knowledge of these meanings and the gesture would go on to create a meaningful ripple effect in the relationship.

Dinner was great, and a perfect segue to the new levels he needed to take.

It was a very deliberate. Give her a small glance, or trail up her exposed skin and a small hit of her own hormones amped up with a mental reimbursement. She was already becoming undone from her own natural need for him. The secondary reinforcement from him was just foreplay.

Humans loved a bit of touch.

This human was definitely no exception.

After a while, the perfect idea dawned on him. A less overt invasion than when they consummated the success of the term’s end the other week. A quieting one. Make up for the directed hormonal release by appealing to darker desires. He knew the thoughts she held for him. Play into some of those fantasies while he shut down the dissent from within.

He paid for the meal and playfully dragged his fawn into a cab, a bit of dancing…and a bit of glamor. He fully realized that there was no turning back now.

The darkness inside him grinned.

He grinned back.

She wasn’t the most agile at the waltz they preformed. A natural-born klutz. The way she was looking at him reminded him so much of the gaze that she held when they first made true contact. Intrigued, deeply in thought, a bit distracted but firmly all for him.

Eventually, the last call for drinks at the dance hall rang. He paid their tab.

He absconded off with her in tow. Back to UNIT. Back to their room. Back for the next phase in his own self-corruption.

She planted a kiss on his forehead as she went off to get herself ready for bed.

The Doctor started stripping himself down to his bare flesh, save for his boxers.

She came back, with a thick layer of product smeared onto her chest, neck and face.

“I’d like to try something new with you. Always been a secret that I’ve had since we’ve started this…” He lied, like a liar. “But I’ve been so concerned about your fragile human body…”

She finished rubbing some hand crème in.

“Oh?” Her eyebrow arched itself over the ridge of her forehead.

“I want to take you on a chair. I want to bend you over, grab a fist-full of your hair as you dangle over the top and have my way with you.” He didn’t fully elaborate what exactly fantasies she held, just put the carrots out and have her think.

“We could do that. Bit tired, but sure! I’m game!” She started to remove her robe.

He pounced and ripped it and her clothes off, tearing them in the process. Hungry kisses he began laying on her as he spun her around and took one wrist to march her over to the chair in the room. (‘Cuck chair’ he delightfully recalled her calling it weeks previously…)

She started to get on willingly, it wasn’t enough. He picked her up and placed her in the position he saw in her mind. The chair let out a little creaking noise with the weight of her.

He bit the back of her neck, not hard enough to deter her income-base, but enough that it would leave a pleasurable bruise. Gone within a week at maximum.

His cock stood at attention. Hard and aching from it all. He had to have and fully make sure she’d never stray or even think of leaving him. He’d been, quite frankly, nursing a little bit of a stiffness down there since she smacked his ass and snogged him on the Tube.

He grabbed at her hair like a leash on a dog and slid himself in to her cunt and her mind.

A man on a mission…

He kept pushing himself in and out of her, but going deeper into her brain. He found the brush she had with his past and future companions. He quieted these voices and the doubts they gave permanently. Still allowing her to keep the friendships blooming and the memories, but revoking the feelings of inadequacy and the fears of the future. The doubts. The everything. A very delicate and deliberate job.

The pruning was difficult, as her mind was very distracted by the current sensations of him pulling her neck back to a semi-dangerous level. Just to kiss her on the lips and tell her, “What a perfectly filthy girl you’re being…” That shuffled her brain like a deck of cards.

The words, especially, they made her audibly shiver. He briefly let go.

He grasped a fistful of her hair again and pressed his mouth once more to her neck. He slid himself to the absolute maximum her tight cunt could handle. He bit down, gently touching the new wound with his tongue. Savoring the taste of her neck, now inflamed so close he swore he could taste her blood through the developing bruise…

He grazed her ear lobe with his eye-tooth and breathed a hot, needy breath into it, he rolled her one nipple in the

He inhaled her hair once more. Its scent just as delicious and just as addictive as he was trying to be to her…

Gently, he laid her back into her stomach over the chair’s back. Her back was beautiful as he ran his hands up and down it, raking his nails like the claws of the wolf he kept coming back to in his analogies.

He pressed his full body weight down, tilting the chair into the wall and bracing, it, her and him from total disrepair. Or concussion.

A concussion on her brain would undo all his fine-tuning and actually make it harder to deal with her mind.

And he needed it in as best of condition as he could have it!

He kept his pace up as he leaned down to bite her nape of the neck, carried away, he drew a tad bit of blood. It dotted itself up around the divots of the fresh wound.

He flooded her mind discreetly once more. Bringing her to her first orgasm mentally. His work was done and fine tuned.

He sped up his pace and grabbed her up by the collarbone. Sliding her down over his knees, firmly set in the seat of it. He grabbed her legs and slid them over and tucked her feet and ankles between the backs of his calves and thighs.

He drilled her more, tougher, the rate he went bordered on blood-lust. He couldn’t tell if her cries and grunts were in pain or pleasure. He went back in to her mind to see if he was going to far.

He wasn’t. It was both.

It egged him on, he unexpectedly lost control and he came before he wanted to. He went on as he felt himself coming to bring her another orgasm with her mind, and forced her body to react accordingly…

He relinquished his hold on her body and got out of her and stood up. She slumped over. Shivering. Shaking. Breathing heavily.

The Doctor didn’t know what all he was feeling. Pride, disgust, relaxation? A mixture? It was a tad too overwhelming.

He had to go to her…

He moved to the side of the chair, crouching down. Finding eye-contact. She had a very unreadable expression on her face.

“Hey, how are you?” He went for the simplest route.

“I…think….you fucked…my brains out. Not exaggerating. I feel like people say. Fuck.” She exhaled after a minute of reflection and catching her breath.

He peeled her off the chair and carried her to the bed. He laid her simply on her back, head up.

“I think I need to buy another set of pajamas now.” She turned her head over and looked at the pile of ruined cloth on the ground.

“You were so good.” He praised her.

“And you weren’t too bad yourself…” She replied, again. Keeping herself, and by extension him, in check.

After what felt like several hours, but was in all actuality, fifteen minutes, she pulled her body off the bed.

“I need to shower again. Yeah.” Her voice as quiet as a fall of a grain of sand.

“I’ll join you. If we need to sleep, we’ll need to be cleaned.” He said.

They showered, she redid her skincare, and they held each other in bed.

She was asleep, he didn’t need to sleep.

As he gazed at the wall, and contemplated the meeting with Gwen Cooper-Williams the next day, it dawned on him:

The beginnings of the story of Little Red Riding Hood was a folklore in the deep dark annals of European history. A dark passionate tale in origin about the defilement of a young maiden and a beastly wolf-man way beyond her years. In some, the wolf-man left her and she killed herself from being impure. In some, she was corrupted and became worse than him. Really depended upon the cultural values of the little tribes telling this shared story.

And here he was, living the fairytale out in real time.

It was up to him now, this wolf had a choice.

And he would not let either happen.

The hunt was finished.

Now to fully devour.

Game over.

[crownoflillies1]

For Your Pleasure - Part 2: Hidden

Pairing: unnamed male/female

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A stop on a road trip takes a turn.

Tags: 18+, semi-public sex, light dom, praise, car sex

Why did this state have so many potholes? One could hardly go half a mile without bouncing through six of them. Some were so deep her heart clenched with worry the tire might pop. Her lips mushed into a tight line as they bounced through another one. Under her tight pencil skirt her thighs slid together, shimmying her hips back and forth in the seat. She had to go so bad.

“How much longer?” She tilted her head to glance at him, relaxed in the driver seat.

He didn’t answer right away, pondering how long ago he saw the sign. “I’m not really sure, darling. Maybe 5 minutes? It did say it was 10 miles.”

A strained groan fell from her lips. She cursed herself within her head for not accepting the last rest stop they passed. Just a few minutes longer then she can run into the bathroom. Until then, she resigned herself to rubbing her thighs together.

The rest stop exit crept up on them faster than she expected and a silent thank you went up to whoever watched over this earth. He gently pulled the suv into a space on the side of the building. A small enclosed snack bar full of vending machines butted against the restroom building, hiding them from both other vehicles and the highway. Before he had the car fully in park she was out and running inside.

A small smirk pulled at his lips as she walked back to the suv. While she tended to herself he exited the vehicle and leaned against it, bathing him in the red light of the setting sun. The smirk along with his leaning against the vehicle developed a warm spot in her stomach, spreading deliciously down.

When she came within arms reach he reached out and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He pressed gentle kisses to her cheeks before planting one on her lips.

“You have no idea how good you look in the sunlight.” He said, voice low. Hands roamed down her body cupping the supple flesh of her butt. He hummed low in his throat. “And in a skirt, especially a tight one like this. Why wear a such a tight skirt for a road trip?”

A blaze of heat filled her cheeks. Oh, she knew she was redder than the sunset. “It’s new, I just wanted the excuse to wear it. I couldn’t wait until we went to a nice dinner during our vacation to wear it.”

“Is that right?” Fingers continued to massage her buttocks, riding the tight skirt higher on her frame. Goosebumps washed over her thighs and butt when the skirt rose high enough for a breeze of air to hit her bare cheeks.

“Babe!” She hissed, a grin stretching her lips. A battle over her skirt ensued, him winning. She giggled. Another kiss placated her into allowing him to lead her to the back of the suv. One hand released her and pushed the button for the automatic hatch to open.

“Sit.” He commanded.

“Why-“

“Sit. Your. Ass. Down.” The red sunlight covered his face, adding another layer to his fiery look. She sat. “Good girl.” He snickered. He leaned forward to press his hand to the top of the suv frame and balance his weight. Her own weight rested on her hands splayed behind her.

Warm fingers trailed up the inside of her leg, to her thigh, and finally under her skirt. She gazed down, peering at the outline of his hand in her skirt. Her hips rutted up when he ghosted across her thong covered clit. A smirk formed again on his face.

The thong fabric was thin, perfect for hiding panty lines when wearing the skirt, but also to feel each movement he made. First he brushed his knuckles up and down, up then down. Right where her clit sat, nestled under her thong and between her folds . Her lungs filled with air and released it with a quiet moan.

“You like that?” A nod was all she could muster. His fingers stopped their rubbing. She pouted silently. His middle finger hooked onto her thong and pulled it to the side. The same finger dipped down, parting her folds and sliding into her growing slick. The tip of his finger prodded at her entrance, circling it, coating his finger in her wetness. Once satisfied, he dragged it up in between her folds and encased her clit with his finger, slathering it to move unhindered between his fingers.

Rapid breaths filled the space between them. Small moans and whimpers fell from her parted lips. The sun created a blaze of light which blinded her so she closed her eyelids. She could hear his own breaths increasing while his fingers rolled her clit. Each little tug he made sent delicious waves of heat up her stomach, building into that tight coil of ecstasy.

“Such a pretty girl.” He praised. Oh how that added to that coil! A whine of displeasure rolled in her throat when he pulled away. “Lay back, lift your hips.”

Her self dignity went out the window. She laid back against the floor. It was large enough to give ample room for her to maneuver herself down, and her hips up. His hands pushed at the skirt until it gave way and gathered bunched up at the widest part of her hips. She shivered at the touch of the cool breeze on her exposed body.

He shuffled downward and kneeled on the ground with one knee. Her hips rested on his forearms which snaked under them to keep them lifted. His head lowered just above her clit. Slowly his eyes blinked and he looked up at her. A smile spread wide on his lips.

A sharp inhale of breath broke the tension. The flat surface of his tongue swiped hard on her clit, licking up. He then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Mercilessly he rolled it around slathering it with spit. He closed his lips around it sucking softly.

“Oh, yes, fuck,” she moaned. The soft back of the floor tousled her hair when she laid back fully. While his lips stayed closed around her clit, his tongue continued to assault it in flicks and rolls. His fingers rubbed circles on her skin above her skirt. With a loud pop he broke free of her. Before she could miss his touch he flattened his tongue against it again. He licked at it like a cat drinking milk.

“God darling, I can’t get enough of you. Look how wet you’re getting. You got dribbles all over the place, and your pretty little clit. Fuck baby I could bite it.” His voice dropped low, mumbling against her as he kissed her wet folds. One arm unwrapped her thigh. He stretched his arm and told hold of her breast.

“You can,” a pathetic whimper escaped her.

“Oh can I? Want me to bite your clit then suck the pain away?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. A pleasure jolt of pain raced through her body. His teeth bit gently into the flesh before releasing it and sucking the pain away into ecstasy. Three times he bit and sucked before he returned his tongue to rolling around it. Each bite added one more tighten to the coil deep in her stomach.

He released her breast only to bring that hand to her slick cunt. A finger slid into her. Only to the first knuckle. The intrusion was enough to tighten that coil almost all the way before breaking.

“Oh don’t stop, suck, suck it. I’m gonna cum. Please I’m so close.” Her hands found his hair and gripped handfuls of it hard. The pace of his sucks increased. His tongue drove harder circles and the tip of his finger massaged the area it occupied.

The coil exploded. White hot pleasure rippled through her body. His hips thrust up in his mouth, gyrating against his tongue and lips desperate to elongate her orgasm. She twitched while coming down from her high. Her hands pulled at his hair trying to tear him off her clit. His licks were too much now and overstimulated her. Thankfully he obeyed.

“Roll over, on your knees, ass up.”

“But someone-,”

“Now baby girl. No one can see us. Even if they could I wouldn’t care. I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars baby girl. On. Your. Knees.”

She knew he was right and rolled over. Her chest pressed into the floor of suv and she arched her ass up. Her eyes closed listening to him undo his pants and shimmy them down his thighs. She jumped when his hand smacked her ass and then the other cheek. He leaned over her, lips close to her ear, his hard cock pressed against her ass.

“You’re such a good girl for me. You want this?”

She nodded.

“Use your words.”

“I want you. Please.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. He leaned back and plunged his cock to the hilt into her. Her slick and cum mixture enough for him to glide in effortlessly. A quiet groan fell from his lips.

“Even after I made you cum on my tongue you’re still so tight. I can’t get enough of your pussy.” He drew back slowly having her feel each inch slide back out before slamming forward again. Over and over he kept this snails pace. Her body ached for more.

“Faster.”

“What was that?” He stilled in her, buried again to the hilt.

“Faster. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” She could hear the smirk on his lips.

“Of course baby girl,” a snap of his hips sent his cock drilling in and out of her. Sounds of wet slaps echoed in the suv. She moaned loud. The delicious sting of him bottoming out washed over her with each thrust.

His hand reached forward and wrapped around her neck. He pulled it back, lifting her head off the floor. Small gasps fell from her each time he thrust forward, pushing her throat into his hand. His other had reached down and yanked at the thong. He twisted his fingers in the thin fabric using it as a handle to pull her hips back into him.

The coil began to tighten again in her stomach. The pull of her thong forced the edge of it to rub against her clit. It sawed back and forth with the rocking motion.

“Such a pretty girl. Such a pretty pussy. Fuck darling you’re addictive.” His words didn’t help the ball and instead tightened it harder. Much to her dismay his thrusts slowed to a halt. He released her neck. Her head dropped back down. With his cock still in her, he repositioned so one knee rested on the step plate of the suv.

The new position allowed his cock to drive deeper. She moaned at the feeling of his tip pressed so hard in her. He spurred her on by making shallow thrusts, rutting his tip back and forth in that deep spot. The now free hand kept busy by smacking her ass until it glowed as red as the setting sun. Impatience took hold of him and soon his hips moved again hammering away. While keeping a hold on her thong he leaned down and over her back.

His panting brushed against her ear. Hot and heavy puffs made some strands of hair sway against her neck. In any other circumstance it would’ve tickled.

Desperate to build that coil deep in her, she rocked her hips back and forth in time with his thrusts. Doing so kept the taut fabric sawing against her clit.

A deep rumble way off in the distance brought her head down out of the clouds a bit. It grew closer and she could hear the semi pulling into a truck spot on the other side of the wall they were fucking behind.

“Isn’t the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?” His voice pulled her back into the heat of their rut. She agreed, the thought of it broke the coil prematurely in her stomach. Even faster she rocked her hips forcing a higher orgasm out of her.

“Fuck!” He growled. She knew she clenched down hard during her orgasm causing a tighter hold on him. He didn’t even need to tell her he was cumming. A few more completely erratic thrusts and he stilled. His hips pressed hard into her ass cheeks. His balls slapped one more time before resting against her slit. Oh how she loved feeling his balls on her. His cock pulsed four times inside her signaling his cum emptied in her.

Still panting he pressed a kiss to her neck right below her ear. With a grunt he slid out and let go of her thong. She looked behind her and his cock glistened in the last shreds of sun and the newly light street lights, coated in her slick and both their cum. She stayed in the same spot watching him pull up his pants. A yelp in shock split the silence when he slapped her bare and red ass cheek.

“We should get going, we have two more hours ahead of us.”

Her thong was sticky and wet so she pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. The tight skirt still bunched up made it easy to hop off the back. He shut the hatch door while she pulled her skirt back into place. Once seated in the car he backed them out and put them back on the highway.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when she sighed.

“I’m getting cum all over my skirt.” She puffed, feeling it slid out of her and drop on the inside of her skirt.

“Good thing the hotel has a laundry room.” She smiled. Yes, it was a good thing. Even if it didn’t, she wouldn’t have changed a thing.

[rqaszoba]

Uhhh first time posting on Tumblr , anyways some Mll doodles + shamless self-insert x canon 💔

[vannpz]

Revamped Lynn's design, i wanted to make her habit more detailed an show the back, also my girl had a mental breakdown and the way to solve it was dying her hair (since she's a shamless self insert and thats how i solve all my problems)

[mothball-munson]

Meet Evelyn Brooks. (Evie)

My Shamless Self insert Fan OC for Stranger things so I can be future Mrs. Munson and nobody can say shit about it!

If you have a ST oc please share them with me so I can shower them with love.

[mermaidvenom]

Choosing a oc/mcs looks and features is hard when they are shamless self inserts

Like what do you mean they can't all be ginger with green eyes 👀

[shibashiv]

I scribbled a couple spamton in my sketchbook.

Don't mind the scribble on the right because it's a self insert thing

(if you can't read it its:

Above spamton: homeless trash gremlin

Above me: me, absolutely smitten)

[ree-duh]

The losers Including Stan:*reunite* Richie internally after seeing all of them: why are all of my best friends who I forgot about gorgeous of a sudden (except bill)

Oh so we still not giving bill rights I see

[anteroom-of-death]

Happy Anniversary!

Synopsis: It's yours and Malcolm's wedding anniversary. How will it go?

A/n: yayyy, a fic! Slightly spicy, very sweet. Thank you to all my readers. This man deserves a soft evening. I know, you know, we all know. Sorry for all my delays.

Why did it have to be a Wednesday? You wondered with a pout as you checked the calendar for the week. Smack dab in the middle of the week! To be completely fair, it was a leap year. And you chose a quiet Sunday afternoon to marry on.

Just, of all days to have your anniversary on? And during this political climate? Really was taking the romance out of it.

Not that you particularly cared past wanting a quiet weekend to come later, but the state of things? Really…

But he deserved a nice evening when he got home. That much was true. That much remained in your mind. Couldn’t you be a good wife and give your husband that?

You rolled your neck as you ventured out to the shops. The cracks and pops, intensely satisfying. It was raining and you could feel it in your bones that it was bound to get heavier as the day dragged on.

You filled up your tote bag and shuffled off.

You were right about the rain. It had only been around thirty minutes and it had gone from a light drizzle to a respectable torrential downpour. You felt yourself muffle a small scream into your jacket’s collar as you buttoned up the final snap before exiting the shop.

It was already afternoon and you decided to text Malcolm a general estimate on how long he thought he might have to stay in Number 10, all things considered.

He didn’t respond until you were already home and stewing in your lack on planning.

‘probs around 8, at best. if after 10 check with Sam. most liekly arrested for killing Mannion. xoxo -m’

You nodded and shut off your phone’s screen after a simple ‘ah.’

You picked up a book and grabbed a packet of crisps to help you while away your time until it was respectable to start dinner and make yourself a treat for his sore eyes. Some damp thriller novel about an autistic scientist who helped the FBI solve crimes. There was a TV based on it. The man from Buffy was in it.

After a few chapters, you looked at the clock on the TV cabinet mantelpiece. It read 19h04. Slamming the book shut, you went to your bathroom and slathered some full body skin-softening mask on and plucked a few errant hairs in your brows before making your way to the kitchen to cook.

Dinner was cooking, you had successfully popped the box-mix cake in the oven.

Time to work on you.

You thought about greeting him in that basic black bra and knickers set that he loved. The one that wasn’t fancy, just made you look phenomenal.

That might be a little too much, so you placed a simple dress, black with some floral print on it. Nothing fancy. You did the bare minimum of make up, just a little something to brighten up your eyes and accent your lips. Yet again, no fanfare. Just simple, attractive. More than a tad sexy.

You just put your hair into a scrunchie and let a few strands frame your face some.

By the time you arrived back in the kitchen it was a few minutes past eight-thirty. No sign of Malcolm yet. You placed everything on warm and set the table up with the flowers you grabbed from the shop and sighed as you clicked on the CD player and fussed about your choice of tunes…

Being a wife to someone already married to their job was exhausting. At least you didn’t really have to work much anymore. He made sure of that.

Not even five minutes later you started to hear him screaming into the phone up your steps. You knew it was showtime.

Hurriedly, you turned down some lights and went to light a few candles.

You quickly grabbed the sparkling fruit drink and poured a glass for him and made your way to the chair that faced the door. You perched yourself on its arm.

“Oh, next time you fucking think about fucking thinking- don’t! You hairless, feckless twat!” You heard him bellow as you also heard the receiver click off. Of course it was on speaker…

You knew that you had two minutes of him fuming and transitioning on the entrance so he didn’t take out his work on you. Not that you couldn’t follow him, tit-for-tat on a good day. It was just a mercy.

The keys popped into the door and he came in, dropping his work bag to the ground and sighing heavily.

“Hey, what’s all this, sweetheart? It’s dark!” He gave you a quick little laugh. The exhaustion from today lay heavily around his eyes. His face trying to smile, despite the previous conversation he had clearly had.

You placed the glass on the entrance table and removed his coat and blazer. You tossed both rather unceremoniously onto the ground and slid the glass in.

“Happy Anniversary?” You said in a tone that wasn’t quite sure of itself…

“Oh, yeah. I thought we were celebrating weekend?” His tone rang almost in reflection to yours.

“Now, what’s the fun in that? Today’s the real day!” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes back into your skull. “Let’s redo that whole entrance. You come in, I give you a drink. I take your coat…I’m wearing a low cut dress, dinners on the table…” You flourished your hand out for him to take advantage your hips punctuated the points just given.

“You didn’t have to do anything, just being here is enough.”

“This is for me.” You said as you leaned in to kiss his lips before he could say anything. “It is my wedding anniversary, you know?”

Malcolm shook his head and sighed. It was a half-second before he let himself be dragged to the table.

You plated very carefully as you put on a show with the candles and twirled the cacio e pepe into a shape that resembled a bird's nest. The green salad was already in tiny bowls next to the plates.

“Artsy. Posh.” He remarked.

“Yeah, keep that delusion up for dessert.” You said as you glanced at the sub-par cake with the word ‘Anniversary’ in writing-icing and an uneven coating of frosting on the other side of the kitchen area. You weren’t close to opening your own bakery any time soon.

You sat down at the table and leaned forward. Just enough for him to see that you were wearing his favorite bra of yours.

“So, I feel like an idiot, but here’s to us.” You offered in toast.

He clicked you glass in toast. His face, clearly incredulous but pleased and indulgent.

Dinner was fine. You listened to him bitch and moan about work, offering a sympathetic ear. That Reeder boy was up to something, you both could feel it. Maybe next time your presence was needed at some event, you’d try to worm your way in and get some insight for your husband.

Why not? You’re very pretty and Malcolm said your smile was both unnerving and disarming. Espionage…

You really were becoming a politician’s wife.

When your dinner portion of the evening was over, you grabbed the cake.

He laughed at your scrawl. “Nigella has nothing on you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You humbly replied as you pulled your scrunchie a tad bit tighter against your scalp. You also let out laugh.

“So, do you have any more plans?” He probed.

You got out of your chair and straddled his lap. You kissed Malcolm’s forehead as you pulled the fabric of your dress up and positioned yourself directly over his cock.

“Now, that’s up to you, darling.” You smiled and brushed your hands over his temples and rested your fingers intertwined on the back of his skull.

“Oh, maybe. I’m so tired, but hmmn.” He began to ponder it.

You switched gears and slid off his lap and onto your knees.

“I can do a bit of this. Take a load off.” You pawed at his belt and the front of his slacks.

“Yeah, that does sound good.” He groaned in anticipation. “I’ll eat you out until you can’t walk Saturday, yeah? Full fucking wheelchair…” He offered in trade.

“I’ll take that trade.” You smiled and offered your hand to seal the deal.

He took it and shook, then leaned back.

You unbuckled his belt and he helped you slide down his boxers and slacks. He was already stiffening with the prospect of head, as well as probably the sight of you on your knees, all slightly-dolled up and eager to please.

Once he was properly situated, you took one of your hands and placed it on his shaft and started slowly motioning up and down. You leaned down and licked your lips before getting ready to open your mouth and play with his head. You looked up through your lashes and saw his eyes shutter close. He looked a tad bit more relaxed as you went further down his length with your mouth.

You removed the hand keeping you steady and cupped his nuts and stroked them some as you took the hand formerly stroking and put it on the ground.

Keep yourself from losing balance with his dick in your mouth. You could see him relaxing and letting you control the entire situation.

You kept up, succinctly and teasing and licking until he started to buck into the chair.

He was close, so you sectioned you tongue to against the wall of your throat and enclosed yourself all the way down to the base of him…

He came quickly, and you decided to not mess up anything that you had, so you just swallowed and dealt with the taste. You’d grab a tiny extra bite of cake or two.

No big deal!

“There’s a little love.” He mumbled out, looking completely drained, a sleepy smile crawling from ear to ear. “So good, don’t know how I got this lucky.” He said as he stroked your hair with one hand and pet your chin with the other. “Such a little sweetheart…” He tapped the edge of your chin.

You blushed furiously.

After a while, your little party moved to the sofa, you ended up stripping out of the party dress and fancy underwear, opting for a large sweater and a pair of sweatpants. Your husband followed suit and donned his usual fleece and a pair of sweats you swore he stole from you…

You both laid horizontally pressed deep against each other and your socks rubbing together.

Malcolm tossed over a blanket and rested his leg over yours as some program on BBC Two droned on. He tucked your hair behind your neck and rested his chin on the curve of your shoulder and neck.

“I would have been fine with chips and this.” He admitted. “Being married to you is treats enough for me.”

“Now you tell me.” You joked as your eyes glazed over, fixated on the telly.

The rain picked up even harder outside, sharper even still.

[coralineblank]

Idk it’s my soul eater o.c her name’s is Venice (veh-nees) she’s my baby and my go to when I don’t know what to draw

[violetkatgrove]

i was gonna draw more but my wrist fucking DIED ANYWAY

it is i, the frenchiest fry

now in part muppet form

[faemorningstar]

Gwen from Total Drama Island

hell yeah total drama let's gooooooooooo

1. First impression

Massive "not like other girls" vibes. if you don't like being here then why are you here??? my girl just came here to complain. i didn't think she'd make it to the final 2 in island.

2. Impression now

both in and out of the show she was idolised to the point where the audience thought she could do no wrong, which of course became a problem when she inevitably made mistakes because she's human and a kid. she's only 16, of course she would fuck up, sometimes severely, and it's probably my favourite part of the way she was written because it's complex and nuanced. the fandom does not agree with me, unfortunately.

3. Favorite moment

Trial by Tri-Armed Triathlon, where she becomes friends with Geoff. Underrated BrOTP.

5. Unpopular opinion

I don't like Gwen/Trent. You can't change my mind.

6. Favorite relationship

Gwen/Zoey. Not-Like-Other-Girls-Date-Each-Other Challenge.

7. Favorite headcanon

She's a natural blonde. You can't change my mind.

4. Idea for a story

Okay so this is a special one. Bear with me.

shamless promo for my self-insert fanfic time

i'm trying to write a story which is basically a rewrite of the whole show, but most of the contestants are fantasy creatures and takes place in a world full of magic. this is not relevant to Gwen's arc, but i made her a fairy. a moth goth.

i think i want Gwen's arc to be about loneliness/friendship, because it's something that is so central to her character, and something that my self-insert character can relate to. it's also not too complex to write about, given the many facets of her personality and the fact that she isn't the main character.

[xenwrites]

I actually truly cannot imagine my life without the influence of Yugioh. It was an escape as a young teen. It opened my eyes to fandom. The first fic I ever read was yugioh, on fanfiction.net. I met my best friend through her Yugioh fic. My first fic was a shamless cringe worthy self insert that ignited a passion for writing. YGOTAS has informed so much of my sense of humor.

God, I still obsess over these characters. I play duel links every day. I have a dozen puzzle and tendershipping fic tabs still open on my brower.

Yugioh has been a constant background in my life, a foundation I hadn't even realized was such a foundation. I legitimately cannot imagine what my life would've been without it. Who I would be without it.

Kazuki Takahashi said, "If you've made a friend through a shared interest in Yugioh, then I'm happy I've made this manga. That's what brings me the most joy."

Sir the joy, the journey, and the friendships your work has brought me are irreplaceable. Priceless. Innumerable. I am devastated at your loss.

Thank you, thank you for everything.

[sad-moonchild076]

Hi welcome to my blog thing tumblr account. I don’t fucking know.

I’ll probably post shit posts AND things I write sense I love to write imagined, fanfics, self inserts, you name it.

Names: Bunny/Soxs (prefer Bunny)

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bisexual (leaning to women)

Likes: writing, sleep, food, Marvel, Shadowhunters, Shamless, pretty much anything, arson

Dislikes: racism, homophobia, transphobia, anything negative ending with -phobia, my mother(bitch)

About me: I have multitudes of mental illness. From ADHD, manic depression, severe anxiety, to anger issues to bipolar, I got the fuckin circus up there. I try my hardest to be nice and I don’t like assholes.

Extra shit:

Characters I kin:

- Alec Lightwood(Shadowhunters)

-Magnus Bane(Shadowhunters)

-James Buchanan Barnes(Marvel)

-Loki Laufey-Odinson(Marvel)

- Mickey Milkovich(Shameless)<Major kinnie>

- Hank (Detroit: Become Human)

- Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

[mermaidvenom]

That awkward moment when i to try break the cycle of all my mcs just being shamless self inserts so I start using inspiration for their looks from some of my favourite characters base one of my ikemen vampire mcs on misty day from Ahs create her in a picrew only to have her end up looking like luna lovegood (who is another fav of mine but not what I was going for )

[imagines-forthe-soul]

For your small imagines can I have Dabi, Twice, and Fatgum nsfw(as dirty as you'd like)/sfw headcannons for a female shy/quiet s/o who's black, has thick locs, introverted, nerdy, and studying to be doctor. lol aka shamless self insert please and thank you dear😉😚

You said both a small imagine and headcanons and it kind of confused me so I just went with headcanons, so I hope that’s okay!! Also, I can’t tell you how fun it was writing for a black reader. Most of the time when I write, I usually try to make the reader fit everyone or let you guys decide if she looks like you or an OC of yours, but it was really fun writing for a certain type or race of reader. I really want to do more things like this!!

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Todoroki Touya (Dabi):

He likes your quiet and introverted nature, finding a sort of comfort in it. He doesn’t really like talking all that much himself, so having someone who is somewhat similar to that is good with him. He’s comfortable with you being silent most of the time and will only ever talk if he has something important to say like: “What should we get for lunch?” or something.

Makes fun of you endlessly for being so nerdy and studious. He likes to pick on you when you are doing your studies, stealing your textbook from you and waving it over your head, pushing your arm so you mess up your notes, or even slapping your books out of your hand. He acts like a typical high school bully but it’s all in good fun… at least for him.

Since you’re on the shier side, he likes to shamelessly flirt and fondle you whenever and wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter if you are at home or in front of your family or friends, Dabi is going to be saying some raunchy things to you or grope you without batting an eye. When he met your parents, his arm was around your shoulder with his hand resting on your tit, giving it a good squeeze as he just stared your father down and walked into the house with you in tow without waiting to be invited in. He’s disrespectful like that.

You’re going to get your hair played with and pulled on a lot. Like I said before, Touya is a complete bully and likes teasing you endlessly. When the mood strikes him, he is going to just plop a hand on your head, messing around with the different sized locs in your hair, rolling them between his fingers, braiding a few, and putting them against his lip and pretending its a mustache. You don’t really pay much mind to it at first since it starts off so goofy and playful, but eventually you’ll feel him tug on your hair really hard and hitting you with your own hair if you try to stop him. He’s a real cunt.

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice):

Like Dabi, JIn likes to tease you for being such a studious person, but it’s all playful instead of mocking. He’ll call you things like Einstein, Brainiac, Smartass, just to be funny but he won’t ever disturb you or purposely mess up your notes. Even though he’s a villain, he isn’t going to mess up your chances of becoming something as big as a doctor for his own gain (unlike a certain charred jerkface)

He’s in love with your skin and your hair. More often than not, he will be admiring the color of your skin and how it glows in the sun or how smooth it is. He hasn’t seen many people with your skin color let alone date one, so he is going to take as much time as he sees fit to admire your skin and give you compliments on it. As for your hair, he can’t keep his hands out of it. He plays with it each and every chance he gets. Though be careful because he does tend to rip out the knots without really asking if he should or not. He just sees them and goes to getting rid of it for you which usually ends up hurting you.

He doesn’t mind your quiet nature in the least. Honestly, there would be nothing Jin loves more than a quite and calm partner. He has lots of troubles both in his life and in his mind and would love (as well as need) someone who could just be there for him, to be his peace away from all the craziness he has to deal with both inside and away from the field of villainy. He enjoys being able to come home to see you quietly studying and then cuddling up to you and just staying silent as you read over your notes and press a soft kiss to his temple every now and again.

Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fatgum):

He is obsessed with your hair. There is nothing he loves more than playing with each one, giving them names, helping you pick out hairstyles, and taking care of your hair. He thinks it’s a great bonding experience and helps him appreciate you and your hair so much more. However, above all else, he loves helping you take them out when you plan on redoing them. Seeing your hair in its unkempt and wild state is something he loves because he knows you are usually nervous about letting him see it this way. He loves that you trust him with this part of yourself and that you’ve allowed him to help you.

Thinks that your studying to become a doctor is beyond cool. He knows that not everyone wants to be or has the quirk to be a hero, but he loves that you are still doing something to give back to the community by studying and working hard to become someone that can still save lives without being an actual hero by profession. He admires that a lot about you and tries to help you in every way he can.

Can I just say that this babe absolutely loves your skin color as well as your culture and background. In his younger years, he never got much of a chance to date outside his race, especially not one that is so similar yet so different from his, so this is a really fun and educational experience for him. Now, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t dating you just to see what it’s like to be with someone from a different race, he does love you, and a whole lot at that. He simply enjoys learning more about your races culture and history as the two of you go about your relationship. Being able to learn about your lover’s culture through them is a magical experience that he finds brings you both closer together.

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Todoroki Touya (Dabi)

If there is one thing Dabi loves most about dating a black woman, it’ll be that nice ass of yours. His hand is going to rain down a whole lot of hurt on your poor behind because he can’t help but love how round and full it is and how good it feels to spank it.

He thanks whatever Gods for your hair because it makes it so easy to turn and toss you how he wants thanks to your hair. The long dreads make it so easy to grip and hold onto you or hold you down. Plus, if they are long enough, you can bet he is going to try and choke you with them because he is that rude and kinky during sex.

Your quietness is going to be thrown out the window when he gets his hands on you. Dabi is all about hearing his partner moan and scream for him and will take it as a challenge if you are quiet during sex. He will do any and everything he can to get a sound out of you, from licking your sweet cunt down until you are begging him not to stop to fucking you so hard that you will end up speaking in tongues by the time he is done with you.

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice):

He never expected sex to be different with someone outside of his race, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out that there are a few differences when having sex with you compared to Japanese women. An example being the way you moan and react to his touches. He loves how soft yet how raw your noises are, how you react to each movement he makes rather than only the pleasure he is or is supposed to be giving you. Your responses to his words and to his actions are so genuine and raw that it takes all his efforts not to cum too quickly when making love to you.

Is very fascinated with your breasts. It’s pretty common for some women of color to have larger areolas and honestly if you do, Jin will love it to bits. He loves to lick around them and marvel at them when you are on top of him. It drives him completely crazy seeing your beautiful breasts bounce as you ride him.

Loves seeing your hair sprawl out behind you when you both have sex. You look so beautiful with your hair strewn about the place, some thrown over your shoulder with the rest behind you, making you look so ethereal and perfect. Words of praise fall from his lips more than you can keep up with when he sees you like this.

Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fatgum):

His favorite position to make love to you in is doggy style. He loves seeing the arch in your back, making you look oh so submissive to him and only him. He loves to be able to run his hand down the arch of your back every so often, feeling the soft skin and smooth muscle there. He also loves the way your ass looks from this position and how he can hold your waist a lot tighter like this, controlling the pace you two go at.

However, what he loves more than doggy style is having you sit on his face. Nothing will make this man happier than having his head between your thighs, tongue shoved deep inside you pulsing cunt as you slowly rock against his face, his hands on your hips to help keep you steady. Big boi loves to eat and his favorite food just so happens to be the sweet fruit between your legs.

He adores hearing your sweet little moans when he makes love to you. They always sounds so angelic and soft and he wants nothing more than for you to keep making those sounds as he drives himself into you. He’ll bend down and rest his head against yours just to hear your sounds a little louder.

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?