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demie90s · 14 days ago

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(You already know who I finna do it about😏. Flaujae. I’m doing it for Flaujae.)

Name-Dropper

Flau’jae Johnson x fem!reader

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Summary: Your already known in the industry—rapper, influencer, and little sister to a hip-hop icon. But when I drop my debut album and name-drop Flau’jae the internet goes feral.

Warnings: Explicit lyrics, strong language, suggestive content, public tension, mutual obsession

Word count~ 0.3k

My name been in rooms I wasn’t even old enough to walk in.

People like to think I came outta nowhere, but they forget—I been around legends since I was in baby Phat. My debut wasn’t a SoundCloud freestyle or TikTok snippet. Nah. It was a feature. On a Lil Wayne track. And Nicki Minaj too. I was 16. Still in uniform. Spit a 12-bar verse in one take while Birdman watched from the booth. They said I had Lauren Hill in my tone, Foxy in my eyes, and Missy in my pen. But none of that meant anything to me. ‘Cause that was just a Tuesday. And Lauren? That’s Mama.

Yeah. That Lauryn Hill.

And no, I didn’t grow up easy because of it. She made me earn everything. Said talent wasn’t enough. Said this world eats girls like me for breakfast. I ain’t even get my first cosign from her until I sold out SOBs off a mixtape.

So when I dropped my first full album this year, it was a moment. No skips. All truth. I poured every version of me into those songs. The sweet, the rage, the divine, the down bad. And yeah, I talked about women. Real plain. Real casual. I always have. But one track? One track had a name.

“Flau’jae.”

Didn’t censor it. Didn’t hide it in a metaphor. I spelled it out in the second verse, clear as day.

“If I’m ever courtside, she better stretch right / ’Cause I’ve been plotting since her mixtape mic nights / Said she only do music, I’m tryna change types—”

Twitter exploded. Blogs ran wild. “Who’s the mystery rapper obsessed with Flau’jae Johnson?” “Are we witnessing the start of the gayest beef-turned-fling of the year?” Meanwhile, I was eating shrimp in Turks like it wasn’t my name trending in every bracket forum.

I waited weeks. No response. No shade. No bars. Silence. So I popped out.

LSU’s game was packed. Student section going feral. I pulled up like the stage was mine. High boots, trench dragging, lips glossy and outlined, camera-ready. I sat courtside. Dead in front of the bench.

She didn’t look at me first. She waited ‘til the second quarter. Fast break, finish at the rim, crowd goes wild. Then, just before the inbound—she glanced. A real look. The kind that makes your chest clench.

Game ends. LSU wins. I knew they would. Then the mic hits.

Unannounced performance. Special guest. I step onto the court with a live band, no background vocals, no dancers. Just me. Beat drops. Track seven. The crowd screams before I even open my mouth.

I walk the court like a runway. Rap her name right to her. Let the lyrics drip from my lips slow. I don’t wink. I don’t flirt. I tell the truth.

And Flau’jae? She don’t hide it. Don’t duck. She just smiles. Cool. Collected.

I finish the song and walk off to a standing ovation like I didn’t just confess on national television. Two days later, she posts a story. Black screen. White text.

“Type changed.🐯”

I just smiled.

’Cause mama didn’t raise no fool. She raised a legend.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

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sinfullyrosey · 11 months ago

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Masterlist (TWST)

Riddle Rosehearts

Study Session (Male!Heartslabyul Student; NonReader) NSFW

Smut Headcanons (NonReader) NSFW

Peck a Pretty Rose (GN!Reader) SFW

Rule 53 Clearly States (GN!Reader) SFW

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive; *Sensitive Topics Mentioned

The Rules are Not Colorblind Friendly (GN!Reader) SFW

Riddle's Childhood Analysis (NonReader) SFW; *Sensitive Topics Mentioned

Trey Clover

Cream-Filled Buns (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Why Trey Get No Love?? (NonReader; mentions of Leona, Malleus, & Leech Twins) SFW

Deuce Spade

(De)flowering the Garden (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Vil Schoenheit

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Simpiest of Them All? (GN!Reader) NSFW

Spanking Minific (GN!Reader) NSFW

Unfinished Mini Fic Snippets (GN!Reader) NSFW

What's in the Name? (NonReader) SFW

Rook Hunt

Match His Freak (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Epel Felmier

Apple Creampie (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Bobbing for Apples (GN!Reader) NSFW

Leona Kingscholar

Sexcapades (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Ruggie Bucchi

Eating Out (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Scratch My Back, & I Scratch Yours (Male!Reader) NSFW

Therapy Hyena (GN!Reader) SFW

Idia Shroud

Hair Leash (GN!Reader) SFW

Ortho Shroud

Little Metal Pinocchio (GN!Reader) SFW

Rant on Ortho idk (GN!Reader) SFW

Malleus Draconia

Sexcapades (GN!Reader) NSFW

Laying the Dragon (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Smut Headcanons (NonReader) NSFW

A Simple Prick (Fem!Reader) NSFW

How to Tame Your Dragon (Male!Reader) NSFW

Candy Cane Kisses (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Dragon Fae Courting (GN!Reader) SFW

That One Yandere HC (GN!Reader) SFW

Family & Safe Sex HC (Fem!Reader) Suggestive

Freiburg Minister Gargoyle (NonReader) SFW

Gargoyle Fans (GN!Reader; & Rollo too) SFW

Lilia Vanrouge

Bratty Bat (Male!Reader) NSFW

I F'ed Your Dad (GN!Reader) Suggestive

General Lilia (GN!Reader) NSFW

Anti Daddy Kink (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Pushing Your Buttons (Fem!Reader) NSFW

When I Was Your Age/Height (GN!Reader) SFW

Model of a Modern Major General (GN!Reader) SFW

Lilia's a Good DadTM (NonReader) SFW

Azul Ashengrotto

Sexcapades (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Jellyhead (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) NSFW

Jellyhead How They Met (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) Suggestive

Jellyhead: Part Two, Electric Boogaloo (GN!Jellyfish!Reader; Leech Twins hinted at the end) NSFW

Electric Kiss (GN!Jellyfish!Reader) Suggestive

Aggressive Affection (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Stranger in the Rain (Fem!Reader) SFW Angst Songfic

Fish Puns (NonReader) SFW

Sight & Glasses Discussion (NonReader) SFW

Jade Leech

Lingerie Mini HC (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Wading in the Pool (Fem!Reader) NSFW

Mushroom Caps (GN!Reader) SFW

They Took the Mushrooms in the Divorce (GN!Reader) SFW

How to Woo Your Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

Twin Tails (GN!Reader; mentions of Floyd) SFW

Floyd Leech

Feral Follies Part 1 (GN!Honey Badger!Reader) SFW

Kiss with a Fist (GN!Honey Badger!Reader) Suggestive

Too Rough of a Pursuit (MtF!Eel!Reader) SFW

Hand Holding (GN!Reader) SFW

Annoyingly Beautiful Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

How to Woo Your Eel (GN!Reader) SFW

Octatrio Nonsense (yes, they get their own section)

Fish Mafia (GN!Reader) SFW

Eel Repellent (GN!Reader) SFW

Eels in the Tub (GN!Reader) SFW

Watering the Eels (GN!Reader) SFW

Bring Back the Chub! (GN!Reader) SFW

Shrimp vs Shrimpy (GN!Shrimper!Reader) SFW

He'll Most Certainly Catch Me (GN!Reader) SFW

Two Eels and a Shrimp (GN!Shrimpmer!Reader) SFW

How to Get Banned from the Lounge (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Neige LeBlanche

Sabotage (GN!Reader) Suggestive

Poly / Multiple

A Price for a Price (Fem!Reader; Leech Twins) NSFW

Height HCs (GN!Reader; Riddle, Epel, Ruggie, Kalim, Lilia, Leech Twins, Jack, Malleus) Suggestive

Beach Oral Minific (Fem!Reader, Leech Twins) NSFW

"Realistic" Courting Rituals (GN!Reader; Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Leech Twins, Malleus, Sebek, Lilia, Che'nya) Suggestive

20 Madols a Pop (GN!Reader; Ace, Kalim, Azul, Ruggie, Rook, Malleus) NSFW

How the Dorms Punish You (Fem!Reader; Everyone) NSFW

How the Dorms Punish You (Male!Reader; Everyone) NSFW

And Now I Shall Pleasure Myself With These Fish (GN!Octomer!Reader; Azul, Leech Twins) NSFW

What's Yours is Mine (GN!Leech Sib!Reader; Azul, Leech Twins *NonIncest) NSFW

(Pussy) Slappin' Them Fins (GN!Reader; Leech Twins) NSFW

Kissing the Homies (GN!Reader; Ace, Deuce) SFW

Lamia!Reader HC (GN!Lamia!Reader; Kalim, Jamil) SFW

GN!Eldritch Horror!Reader (GN!EH!Reader; Various) SFW

Aggressive Affection HC (GN!Reader; Leech Twins, Leona, Malleus, Azul) Suggestive

Shrimpmer!Reader (GN!Shrimpmer!Reader; Leech Twins) SFW

NonHuman Reader Fic Ideas (GN!Reader; Leona, Jade, Ruggie, Leach Twins, Vil, Kalim, Jamil, Azul, Malleus, Lilia, Rook, Ace, Deuce) SFW

Other

Things Shoved Up Bums HC (NonReader; NRC Students) Suggestive

Yuu Wins VDC (Yuu, Vil) SFW

Overblot!Yuu Thoughts (Yuu) SFW

Floyd Tsum (NonReader) SFW

#Masterlist TWST #I struggled when organizing this because some stuff I've written are full smut fics and others are just platonic incorrect quotes

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muffinsin · 23 days ago

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Hiii Muffin! This idea came to me while I was cooking shrimp alfredo lmao. G!P Cassandra and Fem reader are in a relationship, and reader has never had an orgasm before in any of her previous relationships. When reader and Cassandra finally get to doing it, reader is nervous and confesses to Cassandra that no one has ever made her climax before, and Cassandra takes that as a challenge and strives to make reader see the black god by the end of the night by giving her multiple orgasms >:)

Hey there, hon! :) My my, some good top! and relentless Cassie for the soul!😙 bit of HCs and a bit of a little snippet blow!

Let's get into it!🙌

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You love Cassandra, and you love being with her

You trust her, in every aspect of your life

You trust, she loves you, too

But still, as you become increasingly more teasing around one another, as you make out longer and begin feeling lingering touches along your sides, you can't help but feel a certain kind of anxiety

She doesn't know you've never had an orgasm- not brought upon by someone else, anyway

Ideally, you wouldn't tell, your cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment at the thought

Are you too difficult to please?

Is something wrong when someone else touches you?

Is it you?

What if you're intimate with her and can't cum, too? What if you take too long? What if she becomes bored or fed up?

What if she takes insult to it?

You spiral easily, lost in thoughts of what might happen

At the same time you lean into every one of her touches, giggling when you teasingly nip at her throat and ear and you feel and hear her flies buzz loudly, betraying just how good the action has her feel

A little tease, yes. You haven't dared more yet, haven't allowed her to continue more just yet

Ah, but you do want it

You want to be in her arms, below her, want to feel her inside of you, despite how terrifyingly large the bulge in her dress looks

Then, one day, one thing just leads to another far too comfortably and naturally for you to want to break it off

It starts out easily enough with a comfortable morning in bed, you dressed in nothing but underwear and a shirt previously worn by her, her in nothing but boxers for the night and a light blouse to cover her up

Starting out as wandering hands and lips crashing hungrily against one another, you soon find yourself laying on your back with her above you, her beautiful eyes set on you, her hand slowly sliding up the shirt and pausing at your hip

Oh, you want it

And before you can stop yourself and second guess your choice, you blurt the source of your hesitation, embarrassment and shame out, turning your head slightly as though not looking at her would help...

"No one's ever made you cum?"

You feel your cheeks heat up at her words. Her voice is low, a dangerous purr by your cheeks. When you open your eyes again, you find her beautiful, dark golden ones glowing in the dimly lit room, set entirely on you. She leans closer, her breath ticklish as it brushes against your cheek, then your neck.

You shiver, shrinking slightly under the weight of her stare and her bold choice of words. She's never been one to sugarcoat things, certainly, nor the type to beat around the bush.

Eventually, you nod, your blush intensifying as its heat crawls down your cheeks and to your throat. "No...not others...ever, I mean-...", you answer quietly, your cheeks flaring with heat when her gaze hardens for a moment at the mention of someone being with you prior to her.

Momentarily, this has you smile.

There's silence, at first, as though she's thinking over your words. Then, she laughs, a dark, breathy sound full of disbelief and something far more primal, capable of making your thighs clench and push together beneath her. She chuckles, a low sound again. Your feel a shiver run down your spine, your head spinning and stomach curling with want.

She hums, her hand coming up to cup your hot cheek. You close your eyes briefly, feeling her thumb stroke along your heated flesh. A predator taking in its prey? Perhaps, but more so than that, this time. A lover, comforting a storm of worries.

Then, she speaks, the words low; "Mpf...pathetic, little mouse"

You gasp as she tilts your head up, her lips lightly dragging against your throat as she mutters; "That ends tonight"

As her hands travel down your body, you realize she pauses at your hips yet again- waiting. Ah, but her patience can only go so far, for the second you nod and hum in agreement she all but yanks the shirt from you, her hands then sliding down and gripping your thighs with just the right amount of force. No bruises, no, but she is certain to leave her mark on you nonetheless. She hovers above you, hunger, strength, heat and lust all in one. You giggle as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with a single one of hers, the other teasing the inside of your thigh. Looking down, you bite your lip at the sight of the bulge growing and hardening between her legs, straining against the underwear still, albeit barely, containing it.

She leans down again, dragging her tongue hotly across your throat. She isn't fast, isn't rushing it to make you cum as fast as possible as you've tried on your own. Cassandra takes her time, her lips dragging across your throat, her teeth grazing the skin just enough for your breath to hitch and for you to shiver pleasantly below her.

"You've been so good for me, little lamb...", she praises, her voice low and raspy, her words, despite praising you, sounding rough. "....and they couldn't even give you this?", she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across you again, as though barely capable of holding back from biting down on you. You love it. You love her. You love what she does to you so effortlessly, how her words and few actions are enough for you to squirm, your nipples hard as little rocks, your clit aching and pussy slowly drooling against your panties.

"Mhmmmmm...but you're mine now", she practically growls, hungry, passionate, the words breathy against your hot skin. You gasp as she parts your thighs boldly and hooks her sharp, claw-like nails into your panties. Again, you find her waiting for you to nod, even as the speed in which she rips the garment from you betrays her usual impatience and hunger.

Your breath hitches as you feel her press her palm against your bare pussy, the touch easily making you buck your hips and gasp as if electrified. You feel her against your folds, feel your wetness smear against her hard palm. You flush bright pink, your breath stuttering and heart beating quickly as you feel a single finger drag between your folds. Your heart skips a beat as she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across your neck, up, up, until you feel her sharp teeth and hot breath by your ear.

"Already wet, little mouse...", she hums hungrily, her teeth biting gently at your earlobe. You shiver, your hands coming up to grab at her clothing almost desperately. She's so close, so intense, and you love every second of it. You shiver as she leans in a little, her blouse sliding away as she moves and leaving you cupping her large breasts instead. If she minds or finds it particularly pleasuring, she doesn't show it. Instead, she continues on like a predator stalking its prey, chuckling lowly as she drags her finger through your slit and up to your pearly clit, dragging a sharp gasp and another buck of your hips from you.

"I haven't even fucked you yet, little mouse, and you're already trying to squirm your way out of my grasp...", she chuckles. You're certain your face must be close to exploding, your cheeks so very hot and pink, your eyes wide and pussy throbbing at her words. "Don't make me restrain you, morsel", she tsks, though the glint in her eyes easily gives her desire away. You're sure, given this was not your first time with her, you'd already find yourself tied and below her, completely at the sadist's mercy.

The thought makes your pussy ache and thighs clench again.

You watch hungrily as she sits up, her hands elegant and fast at the same time as she moves on stripping herself as bare as you. You take in her large chest and smooth, semi-muscular stomach, her strong hips, the way her lower stomach dips down a little. As your eyes land on her erect cock, you almost instinctively push your legs together to help with the ache between your legs. Alas, with her sat in between them now, she only laughs, loud, confident, amused, and easily pries them back open for her. Your mouth waters and eyes widen as your eyes dip back down again. Her cock is thigh, certainly, a veined length hard and twitching already, much like how her fingers twitch by your hips, betraying her utter need to claim already.

Your heart skips a beat as you're caught staring and she grins, her fingers tracing your hips almost gently.

"Don't worry, morsel. I won't break you", she hums, and you can't help but feel as though there is an unspoken yet hanging in the air between you, dripping from her words of reassurance. No, you're sure the sadist will break you eventually, even as she is more likely to take her time today.

You bite your lip as she leans down, kissing her way from your neck to your chest, nibbling lightly as though experimenting how different parts of your body might taste. You wonder whether she can feel and hear your racing heart, whether she can smell your arousal, whether she knows how utterly needy she has you. Her smirk tells you; she does.

You moan softly with every lingering kiss, your body heating up easily below her lips. You're trembling, her kisses giving a small insight on just how obsessed she can be. She isn't even past kissing down your stomach when you feel her grip your hips to keep you still, firm, but not painful. Not with you, not like this, not at a time like this at least.

You feel her breath between your thighs before you hear her chuckle again, a low, growl-like sound full of utter possessiveness. Your head spins. Again, you try to squirm, to maybe roll your hips forwards to get her to touch you. Instead, she merely chuckles and holds you down harder, her voice hot, breathy, and laced with adoration as she hums;

"Look at this mess...is that all for me, little mouse?"

Ah, but you aren't given the time to answer, her patience apparently at its limit and hunger at last unable to be contained. Quite literally so, it seems. You groan and whimper hotly at the first touch of her tongue, slow and deliberate. She doesn't tease, doesn't lick around you before diving in- she devours.

You moan as she pushes her tongue inside hungrily, curling it immediately as though to lick all the slick arousal from you. She's lapping at you easily, twisting the wet muscle deeper into you, until she's flush between your thighs and her the bridge of her nose brushes up against your sensitive clit, sending one shockwave of arousal after the other through you.

"Mnhmmmm...! A-AH Ca-a-ah!"

Again, she only chuckles, the vibrations of it against your most private and sensitive parts enough to have you throw your head back against the pillows below it.

Your hips twitch against her as she feasts, her tongue dragging up against your insides and curling hotly against your inner walls. You feel your stomach tighten and loosen at the same time, a light, almost ticklish feeling of relief slowly building up within you.

You gasp as she moves deeper, her tongue warm inside of you, your clit hot and sensitive against her face. She's moaning hotly, the vibrations of it enough for you to begin seeing stars. You moan and whimper, your fingers tangling and grasping onto brunette strands of hair. She allows you to move just enough for you to whine and rut your hips against her face, your own entirely flushed with heat and a pink hue. You know, you must look desperate like this- moaning, whimpering, gasping for her, thighs trembling, pussy squelching around her tongue and drooling arousal onto her lips.

As you become more and more sensitive, your toes curling and hips bucking wildly, you whimper at her grip tightening again, your body held down easily by her strength, her tongue eagerly lapping up and pushing in and out of you in feral frenzy.

Then, a feeling you did not think to experience with anyone else; pleasure, so much it nearly overwhelms you. You scream as you cum, your body trembling and tears of happiness and overstimulation forming at your eyes as she keeps lapping at you, humming, growling, her pupils blown wide as she drinks in all you give her- no, all she takes from your trembling, shivering body.

You're panting as she pulls back, smirking, her face covered in wetness. She licks up your slit again, her dark golden eyes set entirely on you as though to let you know just how pleased she is with you, and herself.

Your body aches, hips twitching weakly with overstimulation, only to be pushed back down onto the bed by strong hands. She drags herself back up your body, slow and languid like a lioness after a grand feast, like a wolf after it just caught its prey. Her fingers are the first to brush against your jaw, forcing a sweet, soft gasp from you when they tighten and pull you forwards, your lips crashing against hers.

"Mhmm...you taste well, little mouse", she whispers, licking her lips as she eyes yours.

You can't respond, not really. Of course, you were hoping for this in the back of your mind. Still, after so many failed attempts...it's almost overwhelming to bask in the aftermaths of your orgasm now, her cock flush against your inner thigh making your soaked pussy ache again, your chest heaving, her lips occasionally pressing against yours again. You smile as you kiss her back, barely aware of the world around the two of you. She's everything, now. Her scent, the heat coming off your legs and hitting her, her voice, her touch.

You gasp when she moves a little closer, the tip of her cock pressing against your wet folds. She groans lowly beneath her breath, her strikingly beautiful, dark golden eyes pressing shut for a moment. You cling onto her tightly, eying the monstrosity between her legs again. Of course, you've explored in the past, tried this and that. Still, nothing compares to her, to another person, to the cock she so comfortably manages. Noticing this, she chuckles, her lips hot against your own.

"I'll go slow, morsel", she whispers. Again, you're sure there's an unsaid At first attached in the way she kisses you after, though you appreciate her patience nonetheless. She kisses you another moment or so, her cock steadily dragging through your soaked folds and against your clit. Clearly, she knows what she's doing to make it easier for you, and likely knows just how to do the opposite should she wish, too- you wouldn't have expected anything less from a sadist.

When she at last slides inside, you gasp, your nails digging into her shoulders. She's large, easily stretches you open and filling you wide. The burn of it has you whimper, your body on fire as she kisses you hotly and whispers praise and filth equally against your lips.

"Ca-A-Ahh-a-ahssan-!", you gasp, though immediately your breath hitches and words are lost to hot moans and little, needy whines as she begins to move. What starts out as slow thrusts quickly turns into deep ones, her hips grinding hotly against you to make you feel every little inch she pushes into you.

Your nails curl against her back and your heart beats wildly, your tight pussy enough for her to groan and drop her face to your throat again, seemingly barely capable of restraining herself and biting down on you.

Instead, she turns her head just enough to watch you. Every little twitch of your beautiful face, every sweet moan she tears from you.

She thrusts a little faster, her heavy balls slapping against you as she takes you, her cock stretching your tight walls and rubbing up against your G-spot perfectly, just as her tongue had.

You tremble around her as you feel her lick at your throat again, her nose brushing against you as she inhales your scent. You're sure, she feels how close you're getting embarrassingly fast already. She groans each time she thrusts harder and your pussy squeezes her cock in turn, moans every time your hips twitch helplessly against her and it allows her to go even deeper into you. What started out as a slow, deep pace quickly turns into a faster, rougher one the moment she noticed you're ready to take more.

"There it is, little mouse...", she husks out roughly, a growl to her voice that has you gasp and has your thighs tremble. You're close again already, your pussy drooling hungrily around her cock and massaging it at every opportunity. She slams into you roughly, hitting the spots inside you that have you cry out and cling to her as tight as you can.

She doesn't tease you, doesn't edge you as you sometimes thought of doing to yourself. She's hungry, insatiable, and when you do cum, she continues on, Groaning hotly, her sharp teeth right by your throat as she fucks you through your orgasm, her cock leaking precum as you clench tightly around her. You're squealing below her, your pussy full and tight, your body overstimulated in the best way.

Perhaps, you ought to have considered what being with a huntress, a predator, is like, for she now only looks at you like prey, adoring how you squirm and gasp, breathless, helpless, utterly needy and stuffed to the brim.

"Sssh, a little more, little mouse, you can take it", she groans, chuckling lowly. "You'll cum again, and again, and again. You're..mgnmmm...mine, morsel...", she moans against your neck. Your cries are quickly muffled when you lean against her, your moans muffled. Ah, but she hears every little sound you make, sees every shiver, moans at every sob of pleasure she tears from you.

You quickly lose track of time, your throat raw from moaning her name, your legs too weak to even wrap around her body. Ah, but she is insatiable, ruined by the feel of you tightly wrapped around her, obsessed with the power she has over you. You're lost in the wet sounds of her cock thrusting in and out of you, each time seemingly going just a little deeper, just enough for you to see stars all over again.

When you come a third time, she finally does too, her hips pressed flush to yours as she growls. Your breath hitches as you feel her cum drool deep inside of you, warm, wet, claiming every little inch of you. She doesn't pull out, doesn't move away. Instead, she holds you close to her, a lover, closer than she has held any of her playthings in the past.

You smile tiredly as she kisses your temple, her voice lower now and rough with affection;

"Next time, I won't stop until you shake, morsel"

A threat? Ah, but only one of the most delicious kind. You don't point out that you are shaking, your body limp on the bed, your legs aching and trembling, your hips twitching weakly every few seconds. Instead, you only giggle and wrap your arms around her weakly, smiling into her neck when she leans down to kiss yours.

A promise.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #apearlofkai #resident evil village #re8 village

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aismoker · 2 months ago

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Hello AISmoker, I am a big fan of your wonderful world building, but I am curious. What happens to those with asthma is the smokerverse (not sure what to call your setting), do they simply not exist or are they just ignored?

Hey! Thank you!

I think World Building is way too much honor. The pictures are just loose snippets of my fantasy. Sometimes they fit into each other and sometimes they don't, so I am not creating a Smokerverse or anything like that. I lobe the name though!

To answer your answer: Asthma, like shrimps, doesn't exist in my fantasy, so I don't involve it in my posts.

#smoking men #ai smoke #cigarette #marlboro

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shintaru · 8 days ago

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m.list ♡ taglist

A/N I’m in pain and I have no energy to do anything but write so enjoy this! (I have a chronic injury and I’m currently experiencing a flare up ) we got 3 Hajun fics in one day!!! I’m too lazy to add a title & a pretty font…

Tagging ~ @dzvelinaskebiyars @ravenwritten @bfwooin @sylith @wthphe1n @zyart-jpg @hyukwwn

Synopsis: The league of street finals had passed and joker needed money fast cause he has a flat ass with no cash he swore if he didn’t come up with quick cash he’d get a rash until you gave him an offer he just couldn’t pass but he wouldn’t stop giving you sass and he had really bad gas with his mass of height he just wouldn’t stop shaking his ass to the sick bass the end.

Ok now for the real fic I apologize in advance it’s just a longer version of the snippet up top.

The league of street finals had passed and Joker needed money fast. He was relying on his skills and training hoping his team would win the race but they lost. Until you gave him an offer he couldn’t pass. Your favorite restaurant has a deal if you can finish 20 large dishes you’ll be given $2,000 cash but if you don’t finish the meal you have to pay for it. No one has been able to claim the large sum of money.

Luckily for him you have a Mukkbang channel. “Hajun, let’s go try together. We both eat a lot. What do you have to lose? Your ass? You already lost that and the race now let's eat” he looked at you in disbelief he truly couldn’t argue he knew his ass was flat but damn did you have to expose him like that in his time of need. “Alright, you’re on I bet I can eat more than you” he says challenging you. “We’ll see” you say, not backing down from the fight. You can take him in the ring but you can definitely take him in the kitchen.

You’re both seated at the restaurant. “We’ll like the twenty dish challenge please” you say to the waiter she eyes you up and down but takes the order anyway. You tell her the drinks you’d like and Hajun does the same. After some time of bickering back over who is going to win, your dishes are brought out to you. You both look up at each other making eye contact announcing the start of your competition. “We have the couple at booth number sixty nine taking on the twenty dish challenge. Will they go home with cash or dust up their ass we’ll know in thirty minutes” the owner of the restaurant announces through the loudspeakers.

You’re slurping down noodles faster than naruto uzumaki. Hajun is downing two corn dogs in his hands, rotating back and forth between the two. You’re stuffing your face with shrimp, lobster, crab legs, crawfish, appetizers, French fries and salad. Joker is just as fast he’s downing beef, steak, nachos, ramen, drinks, you name it. The plates start disappearing one by one and at an alarming rate the customers watch in shock.

“I’m going to gain weight. I need to remain in my weight class for fights” he says in between meals. “Good, maybe all the weight will go to your ass also the fights are illegal you should be worried about jail time and not your weight class” you reply. He rolls his eyes at your comments and continues eating. You both have five plate’s remaining and 15 minutes left on the clock. You both anxiously eat faster wanting to beat the clock and you make it just in time being the first to win the prize.

To celebrate Hajun let’s out an extremely loud fart rumbling the seats below. You exit the restaurant in a flash too embarrassed to stay and see the crowds' faces after hearing that. You two can never return to this restaurant. Hajun follows you out the restaurant “thanks for helping me win the prize” he says “you’re excused and you’re welcome” you both continue walking down the street preparing to walk off all those calories. You stop in your tracks “hey did they mistake us for a couple during the challenge?” you ask “yeah they did” he replies.

A/N Never let me write a fanfic again when I’m sleepy cause you’ll get this (a$$) crack of a fic 😭should I write more comedy type fics like this though? I got 4 fics written and posted today but at what cost? My sanity…

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leatherbookmark · 1 year ago

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don't stop came on shuffle and i remembered that one asi/an junkie post that was like "i knew i hated this song after the first line of the vocals" and the comments further dug in with stuff like "i have no idea how can anyone like their music" or "they were good until answer and then everything became Bad" damn i know the fever series was rough for everyone but there's no need for dramatics

#shrimp thoughts #no but i genuinely wonder what happened. the tiny snippet at the end of answer was the instrumental for sector 1 #suggesting that it would be the next title track. But It Didn't Happen as we know and instead we got a series that's... almost shockingly #messy and uneven in terms of music and concepts. i'm already curious about the next series to see if fever was like this on purpose or not

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vectorisheree · 1 year ago

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I've realised that I've never directly promoted my fanfic here so here's a doodle from today's chapter and a snippet under the cut ^^

Sun oh so elegantly rips a sheet of paper out and lays it on the desk in front of you, pushing it to your chest with his index and middle finger. He then proceeds to open up his chest compartment and pull out a couple of arts and crafts supplies, while he works to set things up, you can spot a plush of him, the one you bought him, sitting politely in one of his woven paper crates with it's arm almost detached from its body. Before you have time to comment on it, Sun’s already finished his work, clapping to gain your attention as he stands proudly over his colourful display.

“Oh, what to draw, what to draw!” Sun leans over the desk with his back arched as he props himself up on his elbows, one hand tapping at his cheek in false thought “Friend, I'm sure you're well aware of the masterpiece in front of you, no? Have a hand at replacing perfection.” He rests his head in his hands as he offers his suggestion. You assume Sun's growing more confident after being buttered up by all your, admittedly terrible, compliments.

“You want me to draw you?” You ask, causing Sun to scoff at your words, their rays twitching slightly.

“A mere suggestion, that's all. You're free to draw whatever you want.” Sun replies defensively, like he totally wasn't alluding to it or whatever.

You vaguely wonder if Sun would prefer a cutesy simplified drawing of him or one that captures his ugly mug in all its horrific glory. You stretch your drawing muscles in preparation for an absolute masterpiece! You scrawl skilled lines over the paper in a shrimp backed position, each flick of the wrist carefully calculated for perfection. Sun, your distinct looking muse, stares in mild confusion as you work your magic. After a solid 15 minutes of work, your magnum opus is complete! A frankly demonic illustration of Sun lies in front of you in all its glitter glue covered glory.

Sun gracefully plucks the undignified portrait of him from your hands, and turns it around to observe it, stretching and standing to his full height, with an accepting hum before crumpling it up and shoving it in his chest compartment, in the same crate that his plush was in, “Management confiscated my shredder.” You stare at him with a ‘why the fuck did you have a shredder’ expression, “All artworks created in the daycare are property of Fazbear entertainment.” Sun recites some clearly well worn company policy “Now, we wouldn't want our little stars to walk home with company property, would we?” You shrug, not really getting it but not wanting to fight Sun on a rule he was probably programmed with.

Humming in satisfaction, Sun rips out another sheet for you before smoothing moving into a new, more extravagant, pose. He stands at an angle to you, leaning back as he rests an elbow on the desk in front of you and dramatically raises his other hand to cover his face in mock anguish. He's really getting into it, you are too. You carve your very essence into your work, lines flow together elegantly like a visual melody. When your grand performance is complete, Sun harvests your will and makes it one with his; crumpling your drawing into a little ball and putting it in his chest compartment. The dance you share of you drawing Sun and him crumpling your work up continues for hours, it's the most fun you've had with Sun, which is to say, the only time you've had fun with Sun.

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tides-that-bind-us · 17 days ago

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The Zorca Collective

A shiny new directory! My zorca works are expanding and I wanted to categorize them for easier browsing and also show off my graphic page

My story for Cironus is it's own work in progress. Do I want to write a fic, or draw comics, a mix of the two? Or maybe just talk about it in random bursts of inspiration? Who knows! But here you will find the snippets of his life!

[Zora May Debut] ○ [Cironus the Bard] ○ [Character Sheet] ○ [The Zorca] ○ [Kingdom of the Dead] ○ [The Life of Cironus] ○ [Ballad of the Wind Fish] ○ [Cironus' Dating Life + Bonus] ○ [Befriending the Zorca] ○ [OC Rating: Cironus] ○ [Origins of the Wind Fish]

My Comics

Not as extensive as the work done by the astounding @gargoylesister, but here it is! Save for a few that were made for Gargoyle's Labor of Love, these are in no particular order! [Sardon don't touch That] ○ [Pretty Shark] ○ [Song of Storms] ○ [They know what they're doing] ○ [Shrimp Community + Bonus] ○ [From Runt to Hunk + Bonus] ○ [Lightning Resistance] ○ [Girl Talk] ○ [Meet Cute Part 1] ○ [Meet Cute Part 2] ○ [Funeral Rites] ○ [Halloween Vandalism?] ○ [Deleted Scenes] ○ [Gift Giving Ceremony] ○ [He's just Dense] ○ [She's just Dense] ○ [Two Old Men]

The Zorca

Gif by Jona Dinges

This is the section for the general tag for my zorca where you can find most of my art, asks about them, and killer whale related images and facts! I'm linking a few here as basic starter information (as well as a couple of favs)

[Echolocation + Bonus] ○ [Migration Routes + Bonus] ○ [Zorca Trends + Bonus] ○ [Friendly Surprise] ○ [Zorca Anatomy] ○ [The Zorca Clans] ○ [Orcanomics]

That's everything for now! Thank you for checking out my stuff C:

#tag page #the zorca #inspired by gargoylesister because I love how they organize their sections haha #but my zorca section is growing so a new tag directory is born!

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mkniesy · 5 months ago

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New Year, New Snippet! tysm to my favourite shrimp @kalegreeneyes for tagging me <3 what i have in store is actually more of my jayvik post-canon au

np tagging @marzst4rz @lilacfiresoul @stuartdesharnais @drowninginthoughts27 @annieqattheperipheral @angel-daydreams & @kaaaaaaarf !

“What?” Jayce croaks, heart quickening as he scans Viktor for any of his tells – anything that could signal a lie. He isn’t shifting his stance, the muscles in his jaw don’t twitch. Jayce realizes belatedly that he doesn’t know this Viktor like he had his. His. “Viktor, you’re not- you can’t-” Viktor gingerly sits himself down on one of the ratty, patched couches. He doesn’t look as sickly as his Viktor; fuller cheeks, the bags under his eyes less prominent- but he’s not exactly the image of health either. If anything, he somehow looks worse. In the dim lighting of his lab, Viktor manages to look intimidating and ghastly, the amber flickering of the light nearby casting him in shadows. His expression is more closed off than Jayce had ever known it to be. “You misunderstand me, Jayce Talis,” he sighs, hand still wrapped around the hilt of his cane. “I am not dismissing your suggestion entirely, but you haven’t exactly explained the purpose of this… endeavour. From what I am hearing, we would not benefit mutually.” He knows how out of place he must look, a fine suit gathering dirt from his tumble earlier, the rips and dried bloodstains from his fight evident at every angle. People had glanced with contempt his entire shameful walk across the Undercity, refusing to do less than spit in his face at the request to see Viktor. He stopped asking; the last time he did, he had thrown the man against the bricks of a ruined building, heaving his hammer into flesh and bone and hearing the grisly crack of bone shattering. It's a miracle he made it this far, that he’d managed to find Viktor unscathed. That moments before, he squeezed a sickly pale man’s throat beneath him, panting and his mouth curling in anger- Viktor’s name on his tongue- inevitably releasing him once he’d learned that he’d had his hands on one of Viktor’s lackeys. Jayce sits perpendicular to Viktor, refusing to move closer, pretending he hadn’t noticed the way Viktor had flinched when he’d attempted to close in earlier. He won’t pretend he didn’t feel his stomach lurch at that, unable to even conceive the idea of a Viktor that disdained the idea of him. “It would benefit you. It would benefit the Undercity. Don’t you want that?” Viktor’s expression somehow sours at the suggestion. That Jayce had the audacity to assume what he had wanted, requested to see him so desperately only to share a harebrained idea, that he was lying- worse, that he wasn’t anything more than a Piltie who would use him and discard of him shortly after. Jayce is sure his expression must have faltered as well at the thought of Viktor being used like that, no matter if he was the imaginary perpetrator. Viktor opens his mouth to respond, but Jayce quickly explains, “I know you’re hesitant. You have every right to be, but I also want to help people. I’m not asking for more than you can give me, and it’s not like I’m taking anything from you. I just need a partner.”

#listen. i was unhappy with this idea twice and i started from scratch again and im trying to not be scathingly critical of my writing.#jayvik #jayce talis #viktor #viktor arcane #once again that is his full birth name thank you for asking. he came out of the womb and they asked what his name was going to be #his mother happily sobbed “VIKTOR ARCANE!”#i was present. i am the primary source.#anyways this is my undercity viktor au. ive got. 3 jayvik aus in my drafts but the second i talk about them the less i want to write them.#so this is the one seeing the light of day for now.#e.txt

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copaline · 7 months ago

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MY FELLOW DEGENERATES IT'S WEDNESDAY!

@man--eater (You just posted a fic chapter but here I am demanding more!)

@sunsetofdoom (your writing has an amount of white gloves that is found nowhere else)

@i-prefer-base-twelve (*pokes hoping something falls out*)

@punedrr (I choose to believe you are sitting on a pile of gold now gimme!)

@ancharan (This is what happens when you expose me to shrimp colors)

@tempusedax-rerum (WELCOME TO THE FANDOM! You are now tagged!)

No pressure to share but I'd love to see what you have! And as always, if you see this and want to join in, please do! Consider yourself tagged by me! The banner is free to use!

This is a clip of the spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill?". Here's a little snippet of the upcoming Chapter:

The 1980s were a shit decade. Leaf knew it. Jheselbraum knew it. Bill knew it. Everyone knew it. The music was tinny and insipid, the tech was clunky, the people were painfully backwards but thought themselves advanced, and that was before anyone took into account what passed for fashion. The 80s lacked the innovation of the 70s, the dynamism of the 60s, and the reverberating Potential of the 50s. The 80s weren’t experienced so much as they were inflicted upon a population that had no other choice but to exist in linear time. Case in point: The Rio Bar. This faux Brazilian monstrosity was meant to look and feel exotic but only managed to embarrass itself. With its ever-present tobacco smoke and the reverb-heavy music, Leaf supposed it was a place where the uninspired could get a little taste of something safely foreign yet familiar. The bartender approached her in a ridiculous bleach-blond pompadour and what passed for a tropical shirt. “What can I getcha?” he asked cheerfully. Leaf locked eyes with him and scrutinized his saccharine smile before leaning in closer. “Tell the Grand Wormwood I’m here about her tab.” There was a crackle of static in the fringes of reality as the seams wrinkled and yielded to the words. The bartender’s face became dazed as his eyes glazed over and shifted from brown to a vivid lime green. He then blinked and looked around in confusion. “Hello Absinthe,” Leaf smiled. “Wisp? Where the hell did you drag me off to…” he trailed off as he looked positively disgusted. “I already helped you put the squeeze on Rico, I kept my end of the deal!” The Grand Wormwood, Absinthe the Green, otherwise known as the patron fae of that specific sort of regret that comes after you had far too good a time the night before. The Green Fairy’s domain lay behind the bar with the bottles of spirits, in theory she could manifest anywhere you could find a bartender, but even she had standards and this place certainly fell short of them. She was not pleased and was looking at Leaf as though she had dragged her to some back-alley slum to be murdered. “What? You don’t like banana leaves, bad music, and neon colors?” Leaf teased and it earned her a green-eyed glare. “You’re not funny.” “Well as long as you’re here, can I get a Blackberry Bramble?” It was amusing to see Absinthe puff up and glower while inhabiting a man a full head taller than Leaf. Eventually, the fae relented and manifested blackberries in a tumbler. “This was not part of the contract, Wisp.” “Oh no worries, I’ll pay for the drink.” “That wasn’t what I meant,” the bartender hissed, “you said I just had to help you find him. You never said I had to help you break him out.” “I also didn’t say you needed to kill Rico or his men,” she pointed out. “I only killed half.” “The other half were committed to the local insane asylum.” “And this is how you repay my restraint.” “My Lady Green, sulking is most unbecoming of you. You agreed to my deal. Last I checked, you still have half of your tab outstanding,” Leaf corrected as she caught the drink Absinthe slid across to her and took a sip, “mmm… bit sour.” “It’s February. Blackberries will be out of season for another twenty Februaries until global warming ramps up,” the fairy huffed. “Shame,” Leaf sighed as she pretended to be fascinated by the drink. “Is that it? You dragged me here to make you an anachronistic drink that won’t be invented for another year and a half?” “Misery loves company,” Leaf’s pointed reply was softened by the amusement in her eyes. “You know… you never said what Stan was doing in a place like this.”

#gravity falls #wip wednesday!#wip wednesday #Ford Pines #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Stan Pines #ford x oc #Stanford Pines x OC

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