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[lya-ayl]

Woke up to 99+ notifs

What the

[joelmillerisapunk]

a sweet arrangement

sugardaddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist ♡ Sugar Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,374

Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (both m&f receiving), light bondage, reader might have pullable hair (i dont rememeber if i took it out) quick mentions of slut, baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, darlin

Notes: tysm @saradika-graphics for the dividers. I was cheated on over the weekend, and I wrote this as a "I wish I could be here" instead of being sad." Just another rich!daddy fantasy

You've been feeling financially stretched lately, and after hearing about the concept of sugar daddies and sugar babies from a friend, you decided to give it a try. You sit on your bed and hesitantly create a profile on a popular app, describing yourself as a young, independent woman looking for a mutually beneficial arrangement. As you sit scrolling through, you can't help but feel a sigh of reluctance escape your lips. You never expected to find yourself on a sugar daddy dating app, but life has a way of surprising you sometimes.

After a few moments of looking around the site, a notification pops up. It's a message from a user named "Contractor_Guy."

Curiosity piques, and you open the message, hoping it's not some creepy come-on. To your surprise, it reads:

"Hey there. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I figured it's worth a shot. My name's Joel. If you're interested in getting to know me, send me a message back."

Feeling intrigued, you reply:

"Hi Joel, I'm not sure what 'this sort of thing' is, but I'm curious now.”

The response comes quickly.

Contractor_Guy: "Haha, 'this sort of thing' is something I usually avoid. But hey, it's a new day, and who knows what it might bring?"

You: Hopefully luck! But seriously, what exactly are you avoiding?"

Contractor_Guy: "Haha, well that's a bit of a long story, darlin.”

You: "Oh, I don't mind a long story. I've got some time to kill. Besides, I find it intriguing that someone like you is on a sugar daddy app.”

Contractor_Guy: "Well, my last experience wasn't the best, and I'm just being cautious this time around.

But, here's the long version. I met a girl a few years back, and at first, things were great. We clicked, and the relationship was mutually beneficial. I was able to provide for her in a way she couldn't for herself, and in return, she was there for me when I needed emotional support. As time went on, she started to change. She became more demanding and less appreciative. It got to the point where she would expect extravagant gifts just for a simple text or phone call. I realized that she was only interested in my money and not in the relationship we'd built."

You: "I'm sorry to hear that. It's not easy to find someone who's genuine and appreciates what you have to offer."

Contractor_Guy: "Yeah, it was a tough lesson to learn, but I'm hoping to find someone different this time. Someone who appreciates the little things, too, not just the material things."

You: "I think that's a fair expectation. We all deserve to be appreciated for more than just our wallets. So, Joel, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

Contractor_Guy: "I'm a contractor. I do mostly residential construction and home remodeling projects. What about you? What do you do when you're not scrolling through dating apps?”

You: "Lol, I'm usually at work. I'm a graphic designer, so I spend most of my days in front of a computer. It's not the most glamorous job, but I love what I do."

Contractor_Guy: "A graphic designer, huh? That's pretty impressive. I've always been more of a hands-on guy myself. But I must admit, there's something intriguing about a woman in the arts.”

You: "And who doesn't love a man who can wield a hammer and a chainsaw with equal ease?"

Contractor_Guy: "Oh, I'm definitely good with my hands darlin' ;). ”

You: "Maybe one day you'll show me just how good you are with your hands."

As the conversation continues to flow effortlessly, you both exchange numbers and agree to meet for a coffee date tomorrow. Before signing off, you send a playful message with a picture attached

You: "Well, I'm off to begin the countdown to our coffee date. I'll leave you with this little teaser. ;)"

Insert a picture of you posing confidently in a cute outfit, with a mischievous grin on your face.

Contractor_Guy: "Wow, that definitely has me counting down the hours! I can't wait to see you in person."

With that, you end the conversation eagerly anticipating your first in-person meeting with the intriguing contractor.

The two of you meet for the first time at a trendy coffee shop downtown, and you can immediately sense Joel's charm and confidence. You can tell he's done this a time or two. He offers to buy you a drink and pulls out the mattest black credit card you have ever seen to pay with. He guides you to a table in the back corner, and you both engage in light conversation, discussing your interests and goals. Joel is clearly intrigued by you, and you feel a spark of attraction towards him as well.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Joel says, his eyes locked on yours.

"Well, like I said on the app, I'm a freelance graphic designer," you reply, “It's not the most stable job, but I love what I do."

"I can imagine," Joel says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I've always been a fan of the arts. But I'm sure you understand the struggles of making ends meet as a freelancer. That's why I'm interested in this arrangement."

"I do understand," you agree, your mind already contemplating the potential benefits of such an arrangement. "It would be nice to have some financial stability while still being able to pursue my passion."

"Exactly," Joel says, his tone firm but understanding. "And in return, I'd like you to be my companion when I need someone to spend time with. We can go on dates, attend social events, or just relax at home. I value your company, you're easy on the eyes and brain, and I believe we would make a great team."

"I think that sounds fair," you say, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "I'm looking for something similar - someone who understands my situation and is willing to help me out."

Joel offers to take you to his place for a glass of wine, and as he leads you to his car, the conversation shifts to the details of the arrangement.

"Now that we've established the terms," Joel says, his voice low and serious, "I want to make something clear. I'm going to support you financially in any way you could ever dream of or want, but there's one condition."

"What's that?" You ask, your curiosity piqued.

"I want access to you whenever I please, however I please," Joel says, his eyes meeting yours. "I want to be able to use you for my pleasure whenever I want. Are you comfortable with that?"

Your heart races as you consider his request. You know what he's asking for, and you're not sure if you're ready for that level of intimacy. But at the same time, you can't deny the excitement coursing through your veins.

"I need some time to think about it. This is a big decision."

"Of course," Joel replies, his tone understanding. "Take all the time you need. But remember, this is the condition of our arrangement."

As Joel drives you to his mansion, you can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. This is unlike any arrangement you've ever been a part of, and you're not sure what to expect. As you follow Joel upstairs, your heart races in anticipation. He leads you into a large, dimly-lit room, its walls adorned with black velvet and soft, glowing lights. A large bed dominates the center of the room, surrounded by various toys and restraints.

"I want to show you what I mean when I say I want access to you whenever I please.” Joel says, his voice thick with desire.

Joel leads you over to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a seat on the edge, patting the space beside him. "Come here, sweetheart," he says, his voice soft and inviting.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But the curiosity and excitement pulsing through you win out, and you find yourself sitting down next to him. Joel's hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he says, his gaze intense.

You feel your entire body get warm at the compliment, your heart racing faster than ever before. "Thank you," you murmur.

Joel's hand begins to trace a path down your arm, sending shivers coursing through your body. "I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to give you pleasure like you've never experienced before."

Your mind is racing as Joel's hand continues to explore your body. You're not sure what to do, but you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body craving more.

"I want to show you something," Joel says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He stands up and walks over to a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed. He opens it, revealing a variety of toys and restraints. Your heart races as you take in the sight. You've never seen anything like this before, and you're not sure what to make of it. Joel walks back over to you, a blindfold in his hand. "I want to show you how good it can feel to let go and trust someone," he says, his voice soft and soothing.

You hesitate for a moment but something about Joel's words and the look in his eyes makes you feel safe, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He gently places the blindfold over your eyes, cocooning you in darkness. You can feel his hands on you, guiding you back onto the bed. You trust him, and you let yourself relax into the feeling of his touch.

Joel's hands continue to explore your body, tracing patterns and circles that send shivers of pleasure coursing through you. You can feel the bed shift as he leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to make you feel so good, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. Your breath hitches as his hands continue to wander.

Suddenly, you feel something soft and silky against your skin. It's a scarf, and Joel is using it to gently bind your wrists to the bedposts. You gasp at the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation is not unpleasant. Instead, it heightens your senses, making you more aware of every touch and caress.

Joel continues to explore your body, his hands moving lower and lower until they reach the waistband of your pants. He pauses for a moment, waiting for your consent. "May I?" he asks, his voice low and husky. You nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He slowly begins to slide your pants down your legs, his hands lingering on your skin as he goes. You can feel the heat of his touch, and you find yourself arching up towards him, wanting more. Finally, your pants are off, and Joel's hands are free to explore your body in earnest. He caresses your thighs, your hips, your stomach, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You can feel yourself growing wet, your body responding to Joel's touch in ways you've never experienced before. You moan softly, your hips bucking up towards him. Joel takes the hint, his fingers finding their way to your wetness. He begins to explore you, his touch gentle but firm. You gasp at the sensation, your body quivering with pleasure. His fingers move in slow, deliberate circles that send shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. You find yourself moaning louder and louder, your hips bucking up towards him as you chase the feeling of release. Finally, you can't take it any longer. You cry out as the orgasm washes over you, your body trembling with pleasure. Joel continues to touch you, his fingers gentle as they bring you down from the peak of pleasure.

Slowly, your breathing returns to normal, and you become aware of your surroundings once again. The blindfold is still over your eyes, and you're still bound to the bed. But you feel safe and content, your body still humming with pleasure. He unties the blindfold, and you blink your eyes against the sudden brightness of the room. He's standing above you, a wicked smile on his face. "Did you like that, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes sir," you get out with a hoarse voice.

Joel's gaze travels down your body, taking in the sight of you spread out on his bed, still bound to the bedposts. "Mmm, such a good girl already," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "I have so much more I want to show you."

He walks over to the wooden chest at the foot of the bed and rummages through it, pulling out a variety of toys and restraints. Joel turns back to you, a pair of handcuffs in his hand. "May I?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“You may."

Your heart racies with excitement as Joel cuffs your hands above your head, replacing the soft, luxurious ribbon, and securing you back to the bedpost. You test the restraints, finding that they hold you firmly in place. Your heart is racing with excitement, your body tingling with anticipation. He walks back over to the chest and pulls out a vibrator. He turns it on, the buzzing noise filling the room. You watch as he approaches you. He traces the vibrator over your body, teasing you with each touch. You arch up towards him, wanting more. But Joel is in control, and he takes his time, drawing out the anticipation until you're nearly begging for release."Are you ready for more, darlin’?"

“Yes please,” your breath coming in short gasps.

"Good girl." He traces the vibrator lower, teasing your clit with each pass. You moan, your hips bucking up towards him. But he pulls the vibrator away just as you're about to come.

You whimper in frustration, but Joel just smiles. "Patience, baby, patience," he says.

He continues to tease you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again, but never letting you fully come. You're writhing on the bed, your body begging for release when Joel leans down and whispers in your ear. "Do you trust me, sweetheart?"

You nod, your heart racing. "Yes, I do," you whisper.

Joel smiles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. You moan, your hips bucking up towards him. You're ready for whatever comes next.

Joel breaks the kiss, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm going to take you to the edge, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and seductive. "And then I'm going to bring you back again. And again. And again. Until you can't take it anymore."

Joel's hand moves back to the vibrator, tracing it over your clit once again. This time, he doesn't stop. He continues to tease and pleasure you. Suddenly, Joel pulls the vibrator away once again. You whimper in frustration, but before you can protest, he's replaced it with his mouth. His tongue expertly teases your clit. His hands roam your body as he brings you to the brink of orgasm once again. This time, however, he doesn't stop. He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers entering you and curling against your G-spot as he pushes you over the edge.

You cry out, your body shaking with pleasure as you come hard against his mouth. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to torture you as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. As you come down from your orgasm, you gasp for breath, your body still trembling with pleasure. Joel's gaze is intense as he watches you, his face flushed with arousal.

"That was so, fucking good," you manage to gasp out, your voice still hoarse from your orgasm.

Joel smiles, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'm glad you thought so," he says, his voice low and seductive. "But I think it's your turn now."

"My turn?" you ask, your eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yes," Joel says, his smile widening. "It's time for you to return the favor.”

You feel a pang of nerves flood your body. “But I'm still all tied up.”

Joel smirks, leaning in. He grabs the hollows of your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, “ I never said you needed to be untied, did I.”

You swallow hard, your mind racing with the implications of his words. Joel releases your cheeks, his gaze traveling down your body. "You're going to make me very happy tonight, sweetheart. Just remember - I want access to you whenever I please, however I please. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," you reply, your voice full of submission.

Joel's smile widens, and he reaches down to unfasten his pants. He steps out of them and his boxers, revealing a hard, thick, ready erection. He climbs onto the bed, his legs straddling your chest. "Now, I want you to take me into your mouth," he says, his voice firm and authoritative.

Your heart is racing as you obey. He brings it up to your lips, and your tongue darts out to lick the tip. You can taste the hint of salt and musk, and you find yourself growing aroused again. You open your mouth wide to accommodate his size. He tastes so good, so intense, and you can't get enough. You begin to move your head, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft. Joel gasps, his hips bucking up towards you.

Suddenly he grabs your hair and holds his cock to the hilt, filing up your entire throat, blocking your airway. You try to gasp for breath as Joel holds you down on his large throbbing cock but it's no use. Your head is swimming with pleasure and arousal, and you're not sure if you can take anymore. Just then Joel releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to breathe again. You take the opportunity to pull away, gasping for air. Joel smirks down at you. "Such a good little slut for daddy already," he says, his voice full of praise. "Daddy wants to see more. Show me how much you want me."

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation as Joel pulls away and undoes your restraints. When he's back on the bed, you take him back into your mouth, your hands roaming his beautiful, full thighs. You begin to suck and lick at his cock, your tongue exploring every inch of him. You can hear Joel growing more aroused, his breaths coming in short gasps.

You feel a hand on the back of your head, guiding you. Joel is thrusting into your mouth, his cock sliding in and out. You moan around him, your hands reaching up to cup his balls. He's tensing, his hips bucking harder with each thrust. Suddenly, he lets out the most primal groan you've ever heard, his cock swells in your mouth. He thrusts into you one more time before coming. You can feel his warm come filling your mouth, and you swallow it down eagerly. Joel groans, his hips stilling as he rides out his orgasm.

You pull away, gasping for air and Joel collapses onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You can see the satisfaction on his face, and you feel proud of yourself. You've never done anything like that before, and you're not sure how you feel about it. But there's a part of you that's excited, that wants to do it again.

You're both panting heavily, your mind still reeling from the intense experience you've just shared. Joel's gaze is locked on yours, his eyes full of admiration and desire. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I can't wait to show you more." A wave of excitement washes over you as Joel reaches out and gently strokes your cheek, his fingers lingering against your skin. "I want to make this arrangement work, darlin," he says, his voice soft and earnest. "But I need to know that you're in this for the right reasons."

Your heart races as you consider his words. You know what he's asking, and you're not sure if you're ready for the level of intimacy and commitment this arrangement requires. But at the same time, you can't deny the excitement coursing through your veins, the thrill of being desired and pursued by someone like Joel. You nod, your heart racing with both excitement and trepidation. "I think I'm ready to accept your condition," you say, your voice low and hesitant. "But I need to know that you're in this for the right reasons, too."

Joel's eyes meet yours, his gaze intense and serious. "I promise you, I want nothing more than to care for and support you, both financially and emotionally," he says firmly. "And I expect the same companionship in return."

You take a deep breath, your mind racing with the implications of your decision. But there's a part of you that's eager to explore this new world, to find out what it means to be truly desired and cared for by someone like Joel.

"Okay," you finally say, your voice full of resolution. "I want to make this arrangement work too."

Joel's face breaks into a smile, his eyes filled with relief and joy. He pulls you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice full of gratitude. "I'm going to make sure you never regret this decision."

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[neo404]

PLEASE I NEED A DOM NICK FIC WITH SLUTTY FEM BOY READER RIGHT NOWW

Make it better.

Summary: Nick helps his boy (you) feel better after a long day.

TW: NSFW, cursing.

Note: this is not body neutral sadly (remember that you are always welcome to make requests)

Today was tiring, I had been studying a lot lately yet my grades aren’t improving much, I had been getting in trouble at work because I am tired most of the time. I feel bad, and I need to rest, I collapse on my couch when I arrive at my place and take out my phone to check my notifications, I see that Nick was sending me texts when I was getting home.

Future Husband >I know you are getting back to your house, so when you arrive text me >I bought you something haha, it’s a lil surprise >btw, how are you? Tell me about your day, wanna call???

I sigh while reading his messages.

Hi babe. Thanks, that’s so kind of you and I don’t wanna talk about my day, I feel kinda shitty. Tell me about yours. <

Nick answers 5 minutes later.

>I’m on my way.

What? I try to call him but he doesn’t answer. Twenty minutes later I hear someone knocking at my door, I open it and I see Nick standing there, with a warm smile on his face a gift bag whit a rose in his other hand.

‘’They ran out of bouquets; this is all they had. Can I come in?’’ his words are soft and I let him in.

‘’Why did you come?’’

‘’I wanted to make you feel better. I though maybe the gift and some company will cheer you up. Also, I know that when you are stressed out you can’t sleep well, so I’m making sure you sleep tonight.’’ He sets the rose on my dining table and I walk to him, his arms open and I immediately hug him. ‘’I’m here, I’ll make it better.’’

‘’Thank you. I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’ Nick kisses my head. ‘’Let’s go to your room so you can open your gift.’’ He grabs my hand and leads us to my room. Nick closes the door behind him and I sit on the bed. ‘’I think you’ll love it.’’ He grins.

‘’Well, let me see what it is.’’ I say eagerly. He rolls his eyes and hands me the bag while sitting besides me. ‘’Nick, are you kidding?’’ I take out a black mini skirt and I see him smile proudly. ‘’This doesn’t cover anything.’’

‘’I know, that’s the point.’’

‘’How am I gonna wear this?’’ I look at it and my cheeks turn red.

‘’Well, you can only wear it for me.’’ He winks playfully at me. ‘’Go put it on, preferably with nothing underneath.’’ he laughs quietly. I walk to my bathroom to change, I take out my jeans and I put the skirt on, it barely covers my ass. I slowly slide down my boxers and I walk out of the bathroom with one hand pulling down the skirt from the front. ‘’Aww, come one. Don’t be shy, there is nothing I haven’t seen.’’ I walk towards Nick, standing between his spread legs and he puts his hands behind my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

‘’It’s too shirt, Nick.’’ I say putting my other hand on his shoulder to steady myself.

 ‘’No, it’s not. Like I said, it’s only for my and your eyes.’’ His thumbs rub my warm skin. ‘’Come on, sit on my lap. I’ll make you feel good, I’ll help you forget about all those bad things.’’ My cheeks get warm again, I sit on his lap, my arms go around his neck and his hand travel up to my lower back.

‘’Where did you even bought this?’’

‘’Just around.’’ He giggles and kisses my cheek. ‘’Come on, it looks great on you.’’ One of Nicks hands leaves my back and goes to my face, inching it closer to his, and finally kissing me.

His lips are soft and they taste like watermelon. My hands instinctively go to his hair, playing with is, whole arm wraps around me pulling me closer to him, the hand that was previously on my face goes to my upper thigh. The kiss gets more and more intense, my hips roll and buckle against his and I can fell him getting hard below me.

‘’Nick.’’ I mumble between kisses.

‘’Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.’’ He whispers near my lips.

‘’I want you. Please.’’ I confess, my body longing for his touch.

‘’Good boy.’’ He turns to the bed and gently lays me down on it. ‘’Take off your shirt.’’ I obey and toss it on the floor. Nick takes off his shirt and undoes his pants. He places himself between my legs, his hands massaging my sides gently, his lips kissing my neck and collarbone, biting from time to time. His hands make their way to my aching length, his hand moving slowly up and down, my hips buckling a bit.

‘’Shit, Nick.’’

‘’I know baby, I know. Give me time.’’ I whine and he kisses me again, slowly and so passionately. His strokes get a bit faster and I moan into his mouth. ‘’Now, open up for me.’’ My mouth open and he puts two of his fingers in, I suck and whine into them. ‘’Good job, honey.’’ Nick kisses my check and pulls his fingers out slowly. ‘’Alright, take a deep breath.’’ I nod, and while I do I feel both of his fingers enter my hole, I gasp and he shushes me. ‘’It’s okay, I know. You are doing amazing.’’ My back arches and he presses his thumb against my sensitive tip.

‘’Fuck.’’ I mumble, his fingers moving slowly inside of me. ‘’More. Please.’’ Nick smiles warmly and moves his fingers faster, pumping them in and out faster and faster, his other hand moving again, I feel some precum falling into my stomach and my back arches more. ‘’Please, want you.’’

‘’Yeah? Want me to make you feel good?’’ I nod, my fixated on the way his hands move.

‘’Yes, yes, please.’’

‘’Whatever you want, baby.’’ his hands stop, a whine leaves my mouth, his hand reaches to my nightstand and from the drawer he takes a bottle of lube. ‘’You are so good for me.’’ He slips his pans and boxers down enough to take his hard cock out, one hand pumping it slowly, the other opening the bottle and putting it into his length. After coating all of it he inches closer to me and I feel his warmth close to me. His breath hitches when he pushes in, eyes rolling back and my hands dig into his forearms. ‘’Shit, so tight.’’

After a few seconds Nick starts moving, his hips don’t bother to built up the speed, he is slamming into me as soon as he can. Moans and curses slip out our mouth, my knees allmouth touch my shoulders, his strong arms pushing from behind my knees. ‘’That’s it, take it. So good for me, such a mess for me.’’ The room is filled with wet sounds and moans, my mind dizzy with desire, I whine and my legs tremble, I feel my warmth spill all over my chest and stomach. Nicks hips go slower.

‘’More, need more.’’ I look at him in the eyes, my cheeks red and my hair messy.

‘’Turn around, ass up.’’ He lets go of my legs and I turns around, I bury my head into the pillow I use my knees to rise my hips. ‘’Good boy.’’ Nick says and I feel a spank on my thigh. He slides in but doesn’t move. ‘’Go on, you wanted more, fuck yourself on it.’’ His voice his demanding, I feel myself twitching in excitement. My hips start to roll and move forward then slamming into his, my moans are muffled by the pillow, it’s messy and my legs grow tired quickly. ‘’What’s wrong? need some help?’’ his hands go to my hips, gripping and massaging them.

‘’Please, please. Help me, need you, please.’’

‘’Since you asked so nicely.’’ He slams into me, knocking the air out of me. His trusts are quick and deep, I feel my eyes water and my back arches more and more.  ‘’Come one, one more. Give me one more.’’ I can’t control myself; his hands feel so good around me. His trust become sloppy and uneven, his breath heavy and his grip on me tighter. “Shit, fuck. Close.’’ I let myself go again, my high moan muffled and my legs almost give out on me. ‘’That’s it, good boy.’’ Nick pants out, a few slams more and he pulls out, I feel it run all over my back. I turn around and lay on my back, my breath uneven and a few hairs sticking to my face. ‘’Good job baby.’’ Nick kisses my cheek.

‘’Feels so good, you’re so warm.’’ I mumble wrapping my arm around his neck.

‘’I’m glad baby. I’ll clean us up, okay?’’

‘’No… not yet.’’

‘’Why not?’’

‘’Want more… Need more, please, can I get more of you?’’ I ask against the crook of his neck.

‘’How can I say no to my pretty boy?’’

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Savanaclaw Romance Headcanons

Haha it’s my beastie boys' turn! Honestly, I love beastmen, and when I was reading up to write Jack, I read his vignettes, and honestly? What a good boy? And Floyd and Jade…no, you can’t keep him because I am keeping him.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. Grammarly is my beta reader and it high key isn’t great.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw (You’re Here)| Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Romantic Headcanons

Leona Kingscholar

When Leona fell for you, it was seen as far more of an annoyance to him. He always heard from his older brother what love was like and had to agree with what he said. Didn’t mean he enjoyed it. The last thing this man wants is to get into a relationship and put in the effort. Can you just fall for him already and do all the hard work? He’d really appreciate that.

He’s going to be ignoring it as much as he can and probably acting colder toward you as well. If anything, you’re going to assume he hates you even more than before the Spelldrive tournament. It’s not until he gets lectured by Ruggie, of all people, that he decides he might as well. His pouty attitude was making everyone in Savanaclaw on edge because they didn’t know what was making their leader upset.

His courting is less than impressive. Sure he likes you, but he’s just going to assume you understand. Dragging you down for naps more often than not (trapping and holding you hostage as you saw it). Waking up and getting you to eat with him. Sometimes actually talking to you. How could you not be absolutely enamored by his efforts? His pulling all the stops right now.

Leona is just going to assume you get that he likes you and, again, assumes you guys are already dating. You spend more time with him outside of class than anyone else (again, after he drags you). He even takes you for dates in the garden, where he may or may not convince you to take another nap with him. Seriously it’s unhealthy how often he sleeps, but he lets you play on his phone when he does, so you don’t complain much. It’s fun scrolling through Magicam (he has an account but never posts). He gets irritated when you snap a photo of you guys cuddling in the gardens, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Of course, you post it, and the comments go haywire, asking if you guys are dating.

Leona is not amused when he sees all the notifications. However, he probably is going to cup the back of your head and drag you over to give you a kiss. Wait, what do you mean what is he doing? You guys are dating; it’s only normal to kiss your mate. What? You didn’t realize it. Wow, you’re kinda dense. At least that’s what Leona is gonna say. Still, he’ll wait for you to say yes to dating him (not that he needs you to).

When Leona can be damned to go to classes, he’s walking the hallway with his arm around your shoulder. You’re going to be dragged with how close you are; you’re surprised your feet even touch the ground. Sometimes his tail even wraps around your leg, but he denies it every time, even if it’s still there. There is no doubt for anyone that you two are dating.

Dating Leona does come with a lot of perks. The main one being you’re protected no matter where you go. If Leona isn’t with you, then sometimes it’s Ruggie watching over you. Nobody dares mess with you…at all. Not unless they want a pack of Savanaclaw students to fight them. Students thought your entourage of Grim and Adeuce was protecting you? Now you have an entire dorm ready to rip out someone’s throat if they so much as look at you wrong.

PDA isn’t his thing. Mainly because he doesn’t like to be in public. Dates in his room, lazing around, and just enjoying each other's company are what you can expect from this man. He’ll stay awake when you’re around unless you’re down for a nap (sometimes needed after a long day of class). He might even attempt to teach you how to play chess, but he will never let you win.

Now, if you’re dating Leona, you’re going to be very involved with Ruggie. Ruggie to Leona is the Grim to you. Always within range. In fact, Grim and Ruggie basically have an agreement to drag you guys away from one another when you have things to do. More often than not, it’s them saving you from being wrapped up in Leona. The man has a solid grip on you and won’t let you go. Ruggie gets you out, and Grim drags you away.

He will leave you on “read” for almost all your text messages. This is funny because the notification that he read it pops up almost immediately. This man purposefully turned on read receipts for your number so he could do that. Normally you text him, you see that he read it, you sigh, then you call him. He always picks up, albeit a bit grumpily. Still, he keeps your ringer on specifically so he can hear your phone when you call (maybe that’s why he always leaves you on read, call the boy so he can hear your voice).

Ruggi Bucchi

Ruggi is going to figure out he likes you early on, like during the Spelldrive tournament era. Around the time you were chasing him around the school, actually. Of course, due to reasons, he simply couldn’t allow it, but it does make him wonder more about you. As soon as the whole overblotting incident is over, it is so on.

He’s going to go straight to middle school boy crush mode, teasing you and stealing your shit. Your poor wallet is sadly the thing he begins snatching the most from you. He does tend to bring you snacks with the money that he took from you, and he’s pretty observant of the kinds of things you like. Sometimes he’s indulgent, though, and brings a giant box of donuts for you two to snack on while watching movies on a laptop he “borrowed” from an Ignihyde student.

When he’s not running errands for Leona, he’s probably going to be by your side. He doesn’t even knock when he visits. 9 out of 10 times, he comes in through your bedroom window in the middle of the night. Is totally the guy who will walk in while you're showering and pull back the curtains to ask you a question. “Where are - stop screaming, it’s just me - where are the hot Cheetos?” He has no shame about seeing you naked, either. It’s just another thing. If you want, you can talk to him about boundaries, but he probably won’t listen.

Ruggi is going to be asking if you guys are dating yet or not. It’s going to make you pause for a moment before you realize all the things he’s been doing are courting. When you sigh and say, “Ya sure, we’re dating.” He’s just going to smile and be like, “Awesome, because I’ve been wanting to kiss you, but it would be awkward if we weren’t.” Before doing just that.

Now, whenever he steals your wallet, you’re either going to have nothing or suddenly have too much cash. He probably stole it from Leona; not gonna lie, but you’ll take it as him paying you back either way. Besides, it’s nice to have some spending money on occasion, and you might even spoil Ruggie a bit by buying him something. He’ll be suspicious at first, wondering what you want from him, but just play along. As him for a kiss as payment or something, and all suspicions will drop. He’s in the mindset of “If someone does something nice for you, they’re after something,” and it’s a hard mindset to break.

This boy is busy. Between working for Leona, classes, and doing odd part-time jobs, not to mention club practice? You will have to drag Ruggie out of his bed one night and have a sit-down talk about spending some time for himself and not running himself ragged. He appreciates the thought, but he likes having money in his pocket. If you mention you also want more time with him, he will consider it.

I say consider, but there’s also a chance where he’s like, “Oh…why don’t we work the part-time jobs together?” and somehow you’re roped into working odd jobs with Ruggie. Thankfully he makes it fun, and Grim isn’t going to snuff at you bringing home tuna since you have spending money. Not to mention the extra cash helps you renovate Ramshackle a little bit, so it’s a win-win.

He will, however, make time for you. In between classes, he’s finding you. He’ll drag you to get Leona his meal and deliver it, goofing off the entire time. Then when that’s done, he’s dragging you again to have a meal with him. There have been some times when you see his cooking skills firsthand and will be drooling over what he makes you. He’ll be snickering at your expression the entire time.

The only calm time you have with Ruggie is at night. It’s when all his duties are done, and there’s nothing left on his ongoing list of things to do. It’s when you curl into him and talk about your day. Ruggie enjoys hearing more about your day than talking about his own, but upon being prompted, he’ll tell you all about it. Most of it is venting over something Leona asked him to do that was unreasonable. Still, it’s worth it to see you laughing.

While he is busy, tell him a day and time of what you want to do, and he’ll make it work. He’ll ditch practice and tell Leona he’s busy and go with you. You’re important to him, and he wants you to know. He might even spend some of his hard-earned cash on you. He’d prefer it if you paid for the date, though. The tragedy of a broke couple, but it’s worth it…just do free dates when you can.

Jack Howl

For Jack, falling for you is a very slow-burn process. Neither of you is really going to notice it until it’s the point of no return. You guys start hanging out more often, you being absolutely endeared with his honest nature and good heart. In all honesty, you’ll probably be the one falling first. It’s hard not to when he’s always kind to you. Sure your first meeting was a bit rocky, but it certainly got so much better as time went on.

When Jack puts two and two together that he likes you, he’s probably going to be asking for advice. He doesn’t know if there are major differences in courting humans vs. courting other beastmen. Rumors spread almost instantly (his fault for asking Epel, who then asked Rook, who got invested in this romance story). It was pretty easy to find out that Jack did indeed like you and wanted to court you.

Help the boy out a little. Be the one to instigate certain things, like holding onto his arm while you guys are walking together to class. Instigate more and more things as time goes on until he realizes, “Oh…this human likes me as more than friends, huh?”. Once he realizes it, he’s going to be asking you out the same day. It’s not going to be some cute romantic story of him bringing you to a scenic area. It’ll probably just be him approaching you after class and asking you out on an official date with him.

Wolves mate for life so getting into a relationship for him means absolute loyalty to you. He will be protective but not about to bite someone’s head off if they talk to you. He’s protective, not jealous. He’s aware you have friends, and you’re at an all-male school, so he’s not going bonkers about you having a social life. Still, If you didn’t know wolves mated for life…well, you’ll be in for a bit of a culture shock.

He took you saying “Yes” to dating as saying, “One day, we’re getting married.” You might want to explain a little bit about how humans work and how we tend to date for a while to make sure you’re a good match for one another before committing to life. That’s fine with Jack, though, he was planning on wooing you for the rest of your life anyways, so it’s not a big deal. He just hopes you don’t get bored of him (you won’t).

Jack is gonna have a soft spot for you and will probably spoil you a bit too much. If you say your feet hurt, he’s probably going to be seen carrying you to all your classes for the rest of the week. If you comment you’re hungry, he’s going to use his imposing stature to fight through the cafeteria and get you the one food you’ve always wanted but can never get your hands on.

Jack loves quality time with you. Please go to his track meets so he can run up and hug you when it’s done (He might be a sweaty boy, but it’s fine because being pressed against all that muscle is heavenly). After class, he doesn’t mind studying with you and doing homework. You might be in different classes, but the curriculum is still the same, so you have the same work that needs to be done.

You have acquired a free pass to touch his ears. Sure he’ll be flustered, but he doesn’t mind when you mess with his hair. Anybody else, and he’s going to be grumpy, but with you, it’s endearing. If you’re shorter than him, he might even bend down a bit to give you easier access. Plop you down on a sofa or bench to let you go ham. If you’re somehow taller than him, first off, respect; second off, he might feel a bit more bashful towards the gesture.

It’s easy to catch him off guard, honestly. He’s not too crazy about PDA, but if you drag him in for a quick kiss on the lips, he will feel his cheeks heating up. Please give him some more warning next time. Not that he didn’t love it, but it’s embarrassing. Behind closed doors, he’ll pay you back tenfold, though, leaving kisses all over your face. Hopefully, nobody ever catches him doing this because they will laugh at him without a doubt. He’s just too cute with you, honestly.

Jack will never lie to you. If there’s information he’s withholding, it’s probably for a surprise. If you ask him about it, he’ll tell you as much. Just know it’ll be in your favor at the end of the day. You’d also never have to worry about his straying from you. He has eyes for only you, and he makes that clear on a day-to-day basis. The times when you’re curled up with him on a bed, he always makes sure to tell you all the things he normally doesn’t say and enjoys how red you get from it.

[mayiwritesomething]

Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

[drbtinglecannon]

Taking a second to focus on my favorite background bits of this wonderful beautiful gigantic cast picture by Dresden Douglas (their Tumblr is "dresdoodles" give them some love!!! I did not tag them here so I'm not hitting them with a notification full of my stupid observations haha)

Obviously gotta go to Darius & Eber first. Look at the utter disgust upon Darius' face even touching Hooty (or maybe it's directed at Eber for being willing to bite Hooty), meanwhile Eber is bitebiteclawmaim-ing Hooty but despite the claw marks they seem to be ineffective. I wonder how much of Eber's attacking is for his own safety/curiosity vs trying to save his bestie Darius from the Ick™. They're just my favorite "opposites that are besties for life" duo I could talk about these goobers forever

Skara & Viney (& Puddles)! My girls! They're wearing their Emerald Entrails uniforms! Personally I think they're a cute ship but even platonically I love how different they are yet have become their own little duo within the flyer derby team

THE BATTS *hiss*. Katya & Derwin looking at each other & doing the pose like total cuties, meanwhile Amber is making SUCH a face haha. Did anyone else imagine food fanfic chick from s1ep1 would end up fleshed out & important enough to be part of her own little corner of a massive art piece containing most of the show's cast that's hanging in a gallery dedicated to the show?

Gilbert & Harvey Park and Perry Porter, the Dads. So Perry focusing on work still even in this moment is condemnable honestly, dude is tangled in a coil of Hooty & is like "I need to report on this". Meanwhile Harvey has big watery eyes & Gilbert has a soft smile. I love the detail that Gilbert appears to be carrying Harvey, it matches with him being a construction witch (so probably fit) & also it's a funny reflection to Willow with her looking more like Gilbert & also being the Buff™ friend

Mattholomule & his big bro Steve!! Rip Steve this isn't the first time -- or even second time -- Hooty's taken him out, and it probably won't be the last. I love getting the brothers next to each other, helps show how similar they look. Matty is fairing better than Steve but he seems to be struggling himself. That's fair, boys, Hooty is certainly unpredictable

Grandma lesbians made it, good for them

You know that Gwen&Dell are looking at how happy their daughters & grandkids all are, like you know the scene before then is a dream come true kinda soft feeling that they've wanted for their daughters for decades

I love the fond expression on Emira's face looking at Edric, vs the confusion/surprised one on Alador's face. Edric's fine tho look at him he's having fun. Odalia can't even look at her family and is just absolutely scowling, but Kikimora is right beside her so horrible trash women Odalimora canon

You KNOW that Willow fanboy is shouting "WOooOOOooo GO WILLOW" seeing her & Hunter together. I think it's extra funny Boscha is right next to him looking like she's sucked on a lemon with Kat shrugging at Amelia but neither looking surprised by Boscha's antics. (as someone who always hated bos//low it's just such funny staging imo, I know it's probably not that but it's still funny)

[treasar]

Hiii ( to anyone idk haha ) I am quite new to this app and came to know that there are many writers here and so are readers. I just want to upload a story, which writes out of boredom coz I want to know it is good or bad I mean like I know my writing is suck but, can't help :) I would be over the moon if you do give me your feedback an honest one of course! enjoyy! :)

A twisted tale

Prologue

“ and every time he leaves me lone “

“ he always tells me he misses it “ 

“ he wanna- “ 

“ Sweety, you’ve been listening to it for about three hours. “ Her mother suddenly burst into her room, startling the smiley girl. 

“ You scared me, Mom! I thought you were going grocery? “ The girl titles her head in confusion. 

“ Well, I was about to go but remembered that I have to cook for Grandma. “ Her mother says, taking out something from her drawer. ‘ That means… she is there all the time. Oh god, please tell me she didn’t hear my voice. ‘ she widens her eyes. 

“ It’s a new song, Mom. “ She awkwardly blurs out, receiving a nod from her mom. “ Where did I put my gloves? “ her mom whispers and then, leaves. 

“ That was close. I will instead read Webtoon now. “ She sighs, jumping on the soft mattress while opening her laptop. As soon as it’s opened, she gets a notification, saying 

A new chapter of DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR is up.

view / later

_

“ Wah, the chapter is shorter day by day and the drama is getting interesting. Why can’t Hybe release a film of that so that we can watch it all in one go? “ She dramatically cries and pouts.

She is about to close her laptop but, a certain something catches her attention.  

Click to download DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR

The girl frowns, feeling confused. ‘ Is it a virus? I have never seen this link in other chapters before. Am I seeing things right now? ‘ 

‘ Should I? ‘ She is debating whether she should click that link or not. In the end, her curiosity wins and would probably be grinning if it had a face. 

processing…

Please wait for a moment…

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“ Sweety, time to go to bed! Don’t make me come to you. You have school tomorrow. “ Her mother shouts from the kitchen. “ I will, Mom. I am downloading something. After that, I will go, Mom, “ she shouts back. 

She turns back to her phone and is met with a black screen. ‘ Huh? ‘ 

She immediately clicks the phone screen, thinking that the virus is already in her laptop. A young boy appears on her home screen, her favourite idol automatically a smile appears.

Without thinking twice, she taps the app and scrolls down. Strangely, it’s completely fine and there is no link at the end of the chapter. ‘ Okie, that’s strange. ‘ She thinks.

‘ Maybe I read Wattpad too much this morning that I am seeing things now?  ‘ She sighs. “ I swear I will be gone crazy if their concert also continues like this. “ She mumbles, switching off her lamp, and preparing to sleep.

“ Good night, world. A great tomorrow is waiting for me. I love myself. “ She whispers before falling into a deep sleep due to her tiredness. 

Just then, 

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“ Good morning, teacher. “ she greets the teacher, who she meets at the school gate. “ Morning, Yon. “ The teacher smiles in reply. 

“ Yon shiiii, “ someone calls her and she recognises the voice immediately, it’s her best friend, Sojo. “ Hey, Soju, “ She greets back but, meets with a welcome slap on her shoulder. “Yeah, how many times do I have to tell you that it’s Sojo! Not Soju! “ 

Instead of getting a reply from Yon, the other girl gets a giggle from her. “ Yeah! “ Sojo pouts. “ Sorry, no sorry it’s suited you well, Soju shiii, “ Yon says before running for her life. 

“ Euntae, help me, “ Yon says with a really wide grin, hiding behind that girl. “ What happened- “ 

“ YON!! “ Euntae facepalms after hearing a certain someone’s shout, feeling not surprised but disappointed. “ Not again. “ she mumbles under her breath. 

Not too long, an angry yet annoyed Soju-I mean Sojo appears, ready to attack her sweet friend yet enemy while Yon is using Euntae as a shield as if they both are about to start world war three.

Ring Ring

Well, this time, the bell saves the not-so-scared girl, named Yon. “ You better give strawberry smoothie not else say goodbye to your plushie. “ Sojo grins evilly. “ Noooo! Not my Layla, “ Yon dramatically cries. 

“ Fine, I will get you one. But, no tiger plushie then, “ Yon sticks her tongue, then walks into her classroom without seeing Sojo’s reaction. 

She doesn’t need to see them since she’s been friends with them for five years. Correction, best friends.   

“ Noooo- “ Sojo doesn’t have time to be dramatic since Euntae is dragging her. “ Let’s go! We are going to be late. “

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    “ Alright, don’t forget to review this for tomorrow's quiz. I wouldn’t like to see one of my students didn’t pass it. I want all pass, okie? “ All students groan in reply. 

“ Alright, class is dismissed. “The teacher says while gathering all of her things. 

 “ Finally, lunch timeeeee! “ someone shouts with joy despite the teacher still there and then, one by one disappear into the cafeteria. Yon is the only one left in the classroom along with her class teacher.

She is also about to go grab her lunch. “ Yon? “ 

“ Yes, Miss Kim? “ her class teacher suddenly calls her, startling the girl a little. “ Can you take this to the library? “ She says while handing a thick yet old book to the girl. 

“ Of course, Miss Kim. What should I say or maybe where should I put it? “ The girl takes the book and carefully embraces it.

 “ Just give it to Miss Jang and tell her it’s from me. “ The girl nods in reply. “ Please excuse me, Miss Kim, “ she bows before she leaves. 

As soon as she opens the door, she is met with really familiar faces, who are no other than Sojo and Euntae. It’s normal for her because they always wait for her to go get lunch together. 

“ Let’s go? “ Sojo says and the girl shakes her head as a no. “ Sorry, I have to give it to Miss Jang. I’ll catch you up later. Don’t wait for me. “ She says, feeling a bit sorry. 

“ Okiee, you better hurry or else your food is mine. “ Sojo sticks her tongue in a teasing tone. “ We’ll wait for you there. See ya, “ Euntae drags the childish friend for the second time. She nods in approval. 

They all part away to go to their respective destination. It didn’t take long for her since the library is just four rooms away from her classroom.

Just as she is told to do, she goes straight to Miss Jang’s desk. But, she is not there. 

‘ She must be having lunch right now. ‘ She thinks. She places the book carefully on her desk and looks for someone to hand a message to. As expectedly, no one is here.

She gets a yellow sticky note and writes a message before sticking it on the desk. When she is about to join her friends, a sudden thing caught her attention. It’s her laptop. 

‘ I thought I handed it to Miss Kim? ‘ She frowns. It isn’t like that laptop is not allowed at school here. It is allowed only when it comes to computer science classes. But, it goes the opposite when it is a phone.

If they are not allowed to use laptops, they have to give them to their room teacher so that they can focus on their lessons without distraction.

Ding!

“ I thought I switched it off too…? Wait, I was seeing things last night and now hearing things? “ She whispers, feeling more confused.

Without her knowing, she grabs it and opens it, wanting to check whether she is really imagining things or not. Much to her surprise, there is no sign of an opening laptop.

Just then, her laptop’s screen is glitching. It gives her goosebumps. Its glitching noise becomes louder and louder, causing her to cover her ears. 

Everything around her is shaking non-stop as if there is an earthquake. She immediately reacts to it and hides under a desk with a laptop in her hand. 

When everything is calmed down, a message appears on her screen.

Unknown

Be careful, dear! 

Ding   

Unknown

Watch your surrounding.

She tilted her head in confusion. ‘ What? ‘ ‘ What is that? ‘ ‘ Is it a virus? ‘ Many questions are popping up in her mind. But, a loud noise snaps her out of her thought. 

Her head immediately turns to it. “ Who is there? Miss Jang? Is that you? “ She shouts, letting her guard up. She waits for a reply but, she gets none.

She stands up slowly not letting her guard down. She feels like someone has passed behind her. “ Who is there? “ 

No reply again. 

“ Who is it? Please show up or else I am reporting it to the principal. “ She tries to threaten although she is scared. Her leg is trembling so badly.  

Her eyes are wandering around, hoping to spot that person. Much to her surprise, she spots a book, that lying on the ground in an opening position. 

Despite being afraid and scared that she will get hurt, she takes a step slowly toward it, using all her strength. 

It's a leather book with golden decoration and seems like it’s an old book due to its old papers. 

She carefully picks it up and looks up at its place. But, there is no blank space strangely if it falls from the bookshelf while shaking. 

Just then, she spots a black shadow in the corner of her eyes. “ Who are you? “ She approaches slowly yet quietly. But, it disappears quickly. Yon doesn’t let it go this time. She chases after it. 

Without her notice, she reaches the middle of the bookshelves and still, there is no trace of that person. Her doe eyes scan around the room, but still no hints. 

Much to her surprise, a pair of hands pull her, covering her mouth, giving her no time to react. That is when a light flashes in front of her eyes and then, a thick black fog covers her. 

She feels like someone is choking her as she is struggling to breathe. Suddenly, she has been pulled again as if her soul and body are connected to their original place.

She grasped for air, unable to balance herself. When her breathing rate is normal, she looks up and meets with a familiar yet unfamiliar person.

A woman in her twenties looks at her confusedly. She appears to be kind and gentle. Her green suit along with the white soft scarf makes a perfect match with her hazel eyes. 

“ Are you okay, Alex? “ The woman spoke up in concern. ‘ Alex? ‘ The girl thinks. ‘ She is familiar. Where did I see her? ‘ The girl glances beside her. The place looks like a school but not her school and it’s oddly familiar.

“ Alex? “ A woman’s call snaps her out of her thoughts. “ Yes, ma’am? “ She answers with hesitation. “ What happened? Are you not feeling well? “ 

“ I am fine, ma’am. “ The girl smiles, assuring her. A woman checks her from head to toe, trying to find something wrong. But, none. “ Alright, I have told you what you have to know. Here, it’s your class timetable. “ She says while handing the girl a paper. 

“ Thank you, ma’am, “ she bows despite feeling confused. “ This will be your room, Alex. “ Both of them are in front of a certain door. Yon nods in reply. “ Alright, that’s all, I guess. Hope you will do your best here. “ 

“ Welcome to Decelis Academy, Alex, “ she smiles before walking away. The girl is so shocked due to a familiar world that the book and paper, she is holding are dropped to the ground. 

‘ Decelis? It can’t be… ‘

plz I must be out of my mind thinking people will read this and like this- I am so delulu-

To read next chapter \^o^/

[absurdthirst]

The Power of Persuasion {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Vampires, seduction, dub con due to mind compulsion, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood

Comments: Running into Max Phillips, your boss, at a night club leads you to going home with him. Feeling like you are being compelled to, even though you know you shouldn’t. 

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Max notices you from the moment you step into the club. The music is loud and the lights that hit the dance floor illuminate your features so he can keep his gaze focused on you. He knows as soon as he sees you that he wants you, pushing his way through the crowd until he finds himself leaning up against the crowded bar that you have found yourself a space in. A few moans of protest at his invasion but a flash of his teeth has the humans backing up. He can’t smell you, the overall stench of booze and sweat that has seeped into the club’s very structure has Max leaning closer to you in hopes of catching a sniff. “Max? What - what are you doing here?” You gasp, your eyes widening as you see your boss leaning into you.

“Hey sweet cheeks.” Max smirks and looks around the club, his tailored suit standing out in a sea of leather pants, tights and muscle shirts. Although you are looking fucking dynamite in a dress you would never wear into the office. Tits on display and hugging every luscious curve. “Decided I want to have some fun.” He flashes you another smile and jerks his head towards the bar. “Buy you a drink?” 

You hesitate, knowing it might be unprofessional to have a drink with your boss when it’s not some kind of team bonding exercise. Plus who knows what you will say to the handsome man when you have some liquid courage in your system. “I don’t know…..” you hedge, looking around. “I don’t think I should.”

Max tuts, leaning closer to you. “Come on, live a little. I know you barely leave that house of yours. Come on, enjoy yourself. Why are you out tonight?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as his eyes dip down to your tits. 

“I, uh, I had a date who decided he had better things to do.” You bite your lip. Max hisses under his breath, jealousy surging through him at the idea of you out with anyone else. 

He’s always wanted you, always wanted to see, hear, and feel what you look like when you cum. “Well, he’s a fucking idiot because you look gorgeous tonight. I’d motorboat those tits now if you’d let me.”

The fact that Max was Amanda’s worst nightmare at work should have clued you in that he would do something like this to you. Although crude, it’s also making you fluster slightly at the compliment, eyes sliding away from his as you give a nervous laugh. “Haha.” You pretend that he’s joking and give a small shrug. “His loss. I plan on dancing anyway.”

Max smirks, reaching for your hand. “Let me have this dance then.” He requests, lifting your hand to his lips and placing an uncharacteristically soft kiss on the back of your hand. He winks when you exhale shakily and wastes no time in guiding you onto the dance floor, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you back against him.

It shocks you that he’s a good dancer. Actually shocks you. You had expected arrogant Max Phillips to claim he could dance but actually possess two left feet. Or have horrible rhythm. Although you’ve secretly wondered how he would be in bed, learning he can move his hips is making your stomach clench and the pang of arousal build in your core.

He smirks at your little gasp of surprise, egging him on as he grinds against you. His cock getting hard from how fucking soft and pliable you are beneath his hands that are squeezing your hips. “Come on baby, dance and let yourself go.” He orders, that slight edge in his voice is persuading.

Something tugs inside you, making that suggestion feel like it’s the best idea ever. Compelling you to loosen your limbs and spin around in his arms and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your hips immediately synchronize with his and you pick up the best of the music and match it.

He grins, unable to believe how wild you’re acting compared to how mousy you are at work. He takes a risk, sliding his hands lower until he is squeezing your ass, grinding you against him until you can feel his hard cock. You look so sexy, the lights flashing on your face as the music blares and he just wants to fuck you here and now on this dance floor.

You gasp, hand shooting away from his shoulder and connecting with his cheek. It’s a sharp crack and for a second his eyes widen in shock that you slapped him. “Do it again!” You demand, your hand falling down to cover his over your ass and you squeeze it, encouraging him to take another handful.

Max can't believe you slapped him, his cock is fucking throbbing from that. The confusion is clear on his face as you slap him but then request him to do it again. He shakes his head at you, a smirk on his face as he eagerly grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading as you grind against him. "Dirty little girl, aren't you?" He teases as he leans in to kiss your ear.

You moan quietly when you feel the wet glide of his tongue along your ear, making you shiver. You can feel the fact that your boss wants you, the hardness pressed against your stomach and you smirk back at him as you press against him harder. “Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie.” You tease.

He smirks, “nobody puts Baby in the corner.” He teases, rocking his hips a little faster with the beat as he leans down to kiss your neck. You’re such a beautiful woman, so sexy and he doesn’t know why you are such a wallflower when you are a vixen if given the chance.

One song slides into the next, keeping you in Max’s embrace. The two of you are as close as you can get without being inside the other. Making you feel dizzy and intoxicated by him, the lips on your neck driving you wild.

Your whimpers drive him crazy and he resists the urge to bite down on your neck. “Come on baby, let me take you home.” He pleads, his hands dipping under your dress to caress your upper thighs.

Opening your eyes, you step back shaking your head. “Max - I’m sorry, I can’t.” You shouldn’t have danced with him, flirted with him. You had known It was a bad idea. “You’re my boss.” You hate it, but Max would never keep it quiet and you don’t want to develop a reputation at work. Rumors about you sleeping with him for a promotion was the last thing you wanted.

Max shakes his head, pulling you closer again and he’s too strong for you to resist. “I want you to come back to my home and let me make you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.” He leans closer to kiss along your jaw before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “Come home with me.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you feel that tug in the back of your brain again. Frowning at the sensation of being compelled even as you are nodding. “Okay Max.” You agree, your body moving closer to him on its own. Like he was pulling some kind of invisible strings and you are merely a puppet. “I’ll come home with you.”

He grins, victorious as he grabs your waist, guiding you through the crowd and out of the club into the warm summer night. He calls the valet to get his car - a very nice Audi with blacked out windows - and helps you into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's side. “You look so sexy. Never imagined you’d be hiding that under those sensible sweaters you wear even when it’s scorching outside.”

“You keep the office like an ice box.” You huff, unsure of how you managed to get into his car so quickly. Max speeds away, making you clutch at the door. Your legs shift and you bite your lip, wondering how you can torment him on the way to his house. “Besides, I’m not even wearing underwear.” You coo, smirking over at him.

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel and he has to keep himself from ripping it in two. He turns to look at you, trailing his brown eyes down your body. “Show me.” He orders, his voice is raspy and he is desperate to see you, any part of you.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can in the small car, you shimmy the bottom of your dress up, revealing the wet lips of your cunt for him to see. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He growls, keeping his eyes fixed on the cunt. You are gorgeous and he cannot wait to devour you. “I’m gonna destroy that pussy before the sun rises.” He informs you with a hiss of delight when you trail your hand along your thigh. “You gonna touch that clit for me?” He hums.

You smirk and slide your hands down, your fingers circle your clit. “You want me to touch myself?” You ask playfully, “you need to be watching the road. Not watching me play with my pussy.”

He chuckles, “I can do both but I want to watch the wallflower show me how she touches herself. Touch your clit baby and show me how wet you are.” You rub your clit and let out a small moan. He can’t help it, reaching out to grip your wrist, and he brings your finger to his mouth to suck your arousal off of it, moaning at the delicious tang.

“Fuck.” You whisper, feeling his tongue caress your fingers and your cunt clenches around nothing. “That’s hot.” You admit, bringing your spit slick fingers back down to your clit when he lets them go. You slide your fingers over the bundle of nerves with a small moan.

"That's it sweetheart, get that cunt nice and wet for me so I can slide my thick dick in there when we get home. Wanna make you cum on my cock, wanna watch you ride it. Imagined it enough times, fuck, when we were in meetings. Just wanted to shove everything off of my desk and strip you down." He confesses.

“Me?” Your brow shoots up, never assuming he wanted anything to do with you with the way you dressed and ignored the frat bro atmosphere of the office. “Why did you want to fuck me? I thought you were trying to get in Amanda’s pants to piss Evan off.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “It might be cold in that office but I swear 90% of that comes from Amanda’s pussy. I don’t envy Evan who probably freezes his dick off every time he fucks her.” Max shivers dramatically, “you on the other hand.” He offers you a wink, “are deliciously warm. Like a hot cinnamon roll…I just wanna eat you up. Now, are you gonna keep playing with your clit?”

You hum and rub your clit some more, closing your eyes and leaning back against the leather seat to spread your legs wider. “Mmmmm.” You moan softly. “You want me to ruin the leather? Cum all over the seat of your car?”

“Do it. I’ll smell it every time I get into the car.” He chuckles, reaching for your leg and he lifts it onto the dashboard, spreading you open even more. “Want you to squirt and cover the damn passenger seat with your cum.” He orders, “keep rubbing your clit for me.” He slides his hand down to push two fingers into your dripping cunt, groaning at how tight and wet you are.

Your walls suck him in, locking down around the thick fingers that feel so much better than your own. “Max!“ you gasp out, toes curling slightly and your fingers start rubbing your clit frantically. It’s some erotic dream that you are half afraid that you are going to wake up from and be asleep on your couch.

He barely manages to drive but thank God for vampire multitasking skills as he curls his fingers, trying to find that spot inside of you that makes you moan his name again. “Feel good? You gonna cum for me? Soak the car leather like a good girl?” He asks.

Your body lurches up when he presses against a spot inside you. “Yes! Yes!” You gasp out, the combination of his fingers and you rubbing your clit sending you over the edge. Clamping down around his fingers, you cry out, soaking them in a rush of hot cum so that they make a squelching noise as he pumps them in and out of your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck yes. That’s it. Can’t wait to feel that gripping my cock.” He hisses, knowing you just ruined the leather but he doesn’t give a shit. He works you through it, loving the way your thighs shake and he hasn’t even gotten to the main event. “When was the last time you came? Before that?” He asks, withdrawing his fingers and pushing them into his mouth with a groan.

You squirm, slightly embarrassed. “By myself?” You ask, biting your lip. “A week ago. But it’s been forever since someone else made me cum.”

Max grumbles after removing his fingers from his mouth, shaking his head as he pulls onto his street, parking the car before he turns to look at you. “You should be orgasming every day. We will fix that.” He promises, shifting to get out of the car and in a flash, he is helping you out of the passenger side, supporting you as you stand up.

You pull your skirt down over your cunt and try not to grin. “Really? Everyday, huh?” It’s not surprising that Max Phillips is making plans before he is even sure that you would be okay with that. “Maybe you won’t be good enough for another round. What then?”

“Pshhh.” He scoffs, pressing you up against the side of his car, his thigh between your legs. “Trust me sweetheart, you’ll be begging for my cock by the time we are finished. Now, you wanna come inside?” He grins, his eyes black with lust as his cock throbs in his pants.

Again with that tugging sensation. You moan quietly, his thigh pressing against your clit and he grinds it against you. “Yes.” You confess breathlessly. “I want to come inside with you.” You don’t know why you feel like you can’t say no, but you can’t.

He grins, taking your hand and pulling away from you to guide you into his home. “You, uh, like interior design.” You comment on the curtains and matching cushions. The home doesn’t feel like a bachelor pad. 

“What can I say? I love HGTV.” He chuckles, guiding you to his bedroom. “Now, I want you to strip for me. I want to see every inch of you.”

You shiver at the commanding tone and predatory look in his eyes. Sliding out of your tall wedges and reaching for the straps of your dress to peel it off of your body. “Yes sir, Mr. Phillips.” You sass, smirking at him as you strip off.

He watches, eyes eager and hungry, as you expose your body to his gaze. “Shit, sweetheart. Look at those tits.” He groans, surging forward without another moment to waste so he can wrap his lips around your tit, hand squeezing it to tilt it up towards his mouth. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close.

You gasp, eyes closing at his possessive and strong touch. It’s been hard to fight this attraction to him and now it seems impossible, your mind screaming at you to let him do whatever he wanted. “Max.” You whimper, shivering against him.

He groans, loving how pliable you are. He switches to your other breast, wanting you to be soaking wet for his cock. His hand squeezes your tit before he slides it lower, cupping your pussy and he presses his thumb against your clit.

Moaning wantonly, your head rolls back and you grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He feels so damn good and you will let him do whatever he wants to you. “Max, fuck.” You whimper. “More.”

He chuckles against your skin, loving how eager you are, and he pushes two fingers into your, thumb still pressed against your clit. He kisses along your neck, taking advance as you tilt it back and he inhales your scent, making his cock twitch. “Who knew the innocent office girl was a needy little slut?” He teases.

You want to protest, but you can do nothing but mewl in pleasure. His fingers and thumb working in perfect harmony makes you rock up onto the balls of your feet with every twist of his wrist. “God.”

"That's it, baby. Want you to soak my fingers again and then I'm going to fuck you." He promises with a coo, curling his fingers a little more and his free hand grabs your ass to help you rock on his digits.

Rolling your head back, you rock your hips up into his touch, riding his hand and moaning.  It’s so much better than your toys and your own fingers. Even if you know you should push him away, you can’t.

When you clamp down on his fingers, he growls, loving the way you moan his name and grip his fingers with your tight walls. Soaking him once more with your cum and he can’t wait to feel it on his cock. “Good girl, baby.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck and he resists the urge to bite. For now.

With the bliss of your orgasm humming through your system, the fog lifts. Realizing that you are with your boss, you push him back slightly, his fingers unfurling from inside your pussy. “Max- I, we can’t.” You pant, biting your lip because you know that you are giving mixed signals like crazy. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I can’t sleep with you.” You shake your head and turn around to find your dress. “I should go.”

Max frowns, hating that you are leaving because he’s your boss. He surges forward to grab you, turning your head with his fingers so he can look into your eyes. “Tell me…tell me what you really want.” He orders.

Your mouth is opening before you can even stop yourself. “I want you to fuck me.” You admit. “But wanting and doing are completely different.” You rationalize, feeling your entire body trying to slide closer to him. His dark eyes seem endless, like they are pulling you under the ocean.

“Why are you not giving in to what you want?” He demands to know, a frown on his face as he watches you. 

“I- you’re my boss. It’s wrong.” You answer and Max tuts. 

“Nothing is wrong if you want it. Baby, no one has to know. This can be between us only. We will go back to work on Monday and no one needs to know that you let your boss fuck your tight little pussy. No one will have to know. Unless you wanna do it again.” He smirks, “which I’m sure you will.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his cockiness. That is something Max has in spades. “The office is small and they will think I fucked you for a promotion.” You try to rationalize, feeling like you are about to blurt out ‘yes’ even though you are telling yourself to call an Uber.

“No one has to know.” He promises, “no one has to know about it and I- I swear I wouldn’t tell anyone. Come on, you know you want it. Tell me you want my cock.” He orders, his eyes on yours.

You whimper, that pressure making your eyes widen but you can’t look away from him. “I want your cock.” You admit breathlessly. 

“Tell me I can fuck you.” Max presses, making your defenses crumble and you nod. 

“You can fuck me.” You pant out. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

He growls, his cock throbbing as he grabs the back of your thighs and carries you over to the bed, practically tossing you down. “Squeeze your tits for me while I undress.” He orders, tugging on his expensive silk tie in his rush to get naked.

Your hands fly up to your tits, squeezing them harshly while you watch him undress. Stripping the expensive tailored suit that looks amazing on him. Your hands continue to massage your breasts, pinching your nipples as you spread your legs wider and writhe in anticipation on his silken duvet.

He is quick to remove his clothes, placing them on the chair in the corner until his hard cock is bouncing as he makes his way over to the bed. “Jesus. Look so good.” He groans, diving to bury his face in your folds, wanting to taste you from the source.

“Max!” You shriek his name in surprise, expecting him to spread your legs and sink into you rather than feast on your cunt. He’s voracious, growling and groaning into your folds while he grabs your hips hard enough that you will have bruises. Making you sob as your fingers tear into his neat hair and pull on the strands.

His tongue laps deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as his nose presses against your clit. He loves how you taste, loves how you sound. He’s already addicted. He groans into your pussy, wanting you to cum.

Max twirls his tongue around your walls, making you whimper and roll your hips down into his face. Wanting him deeper, as deep as you can get him. Pulling your legs back so he had better access to your cunt and moaning over how deep his tongue feels.

He loves the way you grip your calves to give him more access and he grabs your thighs, pushing them further back as his tongue dives deeper. His nose presses hard against your clit and he knows when his tongue hits just right because you cry out his name, making his cock twitch as you grip his tongue in your walls.

Your body is shaking from how close you are to cumming, every curl of his tongue or moan into you just pushing you towards the edge. His lower jaw widens and his teeth scrape over your wide, pushing you over with a near scream of his name.

Max smirks into your cunt, working you through your orgasm until he shifts within a blink of your eye, sinking into you with a groan while your cunt still spasms around him. “Oh fuck.” He groans, leaning down to press his lips to yours for the first time since you walked into the club.

“Ma-ax!” Your eyes widen and you can’t believe  how fast he slides inside you. Literally taking your breath away and making your entire body light up as he fills you. “Oh my God.” You moan, wrapping your arms around his back and feeling the muscles ripple under your fingertips.

He kisses along your jaw, loving how tight you grip his cock, and he rocks his hips, pulling his length out of you until only the tip remains, before he sinks back into you. His tongue slides along your neck and he can’t help the way his fangs elongate. He wants to bite you. He has to bite you.

You had started to moan, eyes closing when you feel the sharp pinch of pain in your neck. “Max!” You cry out, eyes opening and you huff in annoyance. “Damnit, you ruined it. You weren’t supposed to bite me.” You complain, shoving at his shoulder.

Max huffs, pulling back to look down at you. “Baby. I couldn’t help it. You know I get horny and hungry at the same time.” He whines, lips pouting as his fangs poke out while he looks at you with frustration.

You snort, shaking your head and turning it to show the dry bite marks. “Blood from a stone.” You joke, your own fangs flashing when you look back up at him, “I was playing the helpless human you seduce, doesn’t make me human anymore.”

He grins, leaning down to bite another spot on your skin. No blood hits his lips but he loves the way you gasp out. “Gonna find it. Gonna suck my little human dry.” He teases, nipping all over your skin. “So sexy role playing an innocent little human for me to seduce. My perfect vampire wife, doing it for me.”He murmurs, his cock still buried inside of you and he starts to move slowly, suddenly in no rush for this to be over. “I love you.” He murmurs, sliding his arms under you to pull you closer to him.

“I love you too.” You go willingly into his embrace and wrap your legs around his waist. “Next time we will have to put a blood pack on my neck. Let you feed for real.” You suggest, giggling when you feel him twitch deep inside you.

Max groans at the idea. “Maybe one day. Right now, I just want my beautiful wife.” He declares, slowly moving inside of you, and he kisses along your neck, lathing the skin he nipped with his tongue and his hands grip you, almost like he’s afraid to lose you

“Maybe I will have to wear those mousey little outfits in the office.” You tease, stroking his cheek gently. “Be called in to be seduced on your desk.” You press your lips to his gently. “I love you Max.”

He shakes his head, pecking your lips. “No. No. I like you just the way you are. Those tight dresses that make them lust after you when you walk past to get me my files. Love it. Love that they can’t have you because you’re mine.” He kisses you again and thrusts deeper, wanting to fucking bury himself inside of you forever.

“You love when they watch me.” You tease him. “Especially when you get to flash your fangs at Evan and scare the hell out of him because no one else believes him that you are a vampire.” Your head tilts back into the pillow and you moan when he roughly thrusts into you again, striking against your g-spot. “Fuck baby.”

“No one believes that you are a vampire either.” He chuckles, rolling his hips to hit that spot inside of you that he knows makes you moan again. “My innocent little wife loves to fucking drain people for their blood. So damn sexy. Knowing that you’re mine for eternity.”

“I am yours.” Proud to be his truthfully. Max played with his food and enjoyed tormenting Evan, but he was honestly a wonderful husband and partner. “Just like you’re mine for eternity.” You promise, smiling up at him.

“Hell yes baby. All yours.” He vows, kissing you again and again until he slides his tongue into your mouth. His hand snaking from beneath you to slide between you so he can rub your clit. He wants you to cum again before he does.

“Max.” You pant his name, knowing it’s useless to tell him that you want him to cum. He is insistent on making sure that you cum more than he does. He has since the first night you met and he changed you.

“Cum for me, baby.” He orders, kissing your neck above where your pulse used to be and when you gasp against his hair, he knows you’re done. Clamping down on his cock and soaking him, he growls in pleasure and starts to seek his own orgasm, rocking his hips harder and faster until he is moving at a speed only the undead can achieve. You’d be dead if you were human as he thrusts over and over until he lets out a roar, burying himself deep as he fills you with his useless seed.

Neither one of you has to pretend to gasp for air and catch your breath. Instead, you quickly flip him over, using your incredible strength to make it seem easy and stretch out on top of him, “Mmmm, I love you.” You smirk and press your lips to his. “I love when you fuck me like that.” Your cunt is still fluttering around him and you lean down to kiss over his silent heart.

His hands slide along your back, tilting his head so he can kiss you again. “Gotta keep it fresh. If we are gonna be married for eternity, I gotta keep you on your toes.” He teases, sliding his hands lower to squeeze your ass. “I love you. So much. Damn, what have you turned me into?” He chuckles. 

“A loving husband.” You tease, and he sighs, nodding with that silly grin on his face. 

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” He promises, pulling you down onto his chest so you cover every inch of his body. He hums, content to have a wife that makes him feel like a winner every day of his existence, because if Max loves anything remotely close to how much he loves you…he loves to win.

[everything-is-as-it-was]

Ranking all DnP videos 2024

Hello everyone here to hear me yap! Below I am including all of the videos dnp have released in 2024, rated from my favorite to least favorite. PLEASE NOTE that I actually do love all of them! And this is just a silly thing! But feel free to discuss or send me asks with your opinions :)

I'll start from the bottom up.

10. i have a spicy confession...

This one was lots of fun (wtf is wrong with yall with these confessions) but I'm not gonna lie Phil felt incredibly off in it and like... really performative? Like idk something didn't feel right to me and although he said some really sweet things it felt... off somehow. Not sure how to describe it. Funny though lol

9. HONEYMOON IN JAPAN!

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW

It was a good video!! I just feel like it didn't have a lot of *those moments* that these other videos had idk. Like yes it was very sweet and a milestone for the sims universe but it kind of felt like that was it for me. The symbolism was inSANE but just strictly talking about the video itself yk. New pics released were nice though

8. Poppy Playtime Chapter 3

This one was a lot but it was SO nice to have such a long video- two hours long who??? That's tbh the reason this one goes above the honeymoon video- the length. The reason I put it lower is that although I am NOT complaining about the length, both of them were SUPER focused a lot of the time and not really talking much haha

7. Viewers Pick My Birthday Presents 2024

The only reason this one isn't higher is because all the ones above this I consider part of their *magnum opus* era. I loved the mini golden pig, the omatone, the shirt, and the Shrek smut. Always fun to see him surprised with cursed stuff loll

6. THE PUBLIC WOOHOO INCIDENT

Pretty self explanatory I think. Dan SCREAMING as Dab and Evan got it on made me actually piss myself. I can still hear it echoing in my head.

5. Phil's Birthday Livestream

Another case of "the only reason this isn't higher is because the ones above it are SO good." I loved the livestream, and was able to attend live for about the first hour. Such chaos. Such good. Amazing.

4. Dan and Phil Get Married, Have Kids, and Retire

Saw the notif while I was getting out of school and I literally snorted out loud, very embarrassing. They're just taking the piss at this point and I'm loving it. Phil's teasing him towards the end with "oh, I think I'll start another photo album!" GOLDEN. "Henry gives me that good dick." "Me and Susan have been rawdogging it." Amazing. Incredible.

3. Phil Pushes Dan's Button for 18 Minutes

A comfort video for REAL. When this came out I was SHOCKED that they had two BANGERS one right after another, but boy was I in for a surprise.

The slime? The slime on Dan's head while he's talking? Phil placing it on his forehead while he stares off into space? Hell yeah I want more of that slime I could look at it all day.

2. Who is the Real Daniel Howell?

Yall. We were fed GOOD today. Dan singing 'my lumps' absolutely DEADPAN while Phil looks at him in Awe? I WANT PHIL'S SWEATER IF ANYONE CAN TELL ME WHERE IT'S FROM I WILL BE GRATEFUL.

So? many shoulder touches? idk what that's about but i aint complaining ig

editing tips! *stuff* coming out your nose! etc!

This one had such a particular vibe to it- I think partially because it wasn't edited by the editor they've been using! To be clear - the editor has been doing a great job and I applaud them :) but sometimes it feels a bit over-edited, if you know what I mean? (For example the count-downs on the sims video going down the mountain felt a bit much) But having a video that was edited by Dan or Phil kinda hits different idk

WDAPTEO2024

I cannot, CANNOT say enough good things about this video. I cannot. I cannot. It holds my whole heart and soul and I have only rewatched it twice because I am trying to preserve the magic but GODDAMNIT I love their shenanigans. What a series.

I was very worried when they came out with this video STRAIGHT into 2024 because I was like, "WOW. that was amazing but idk how they're going to follow this up? will everything feel like a disappointment now that this masterpiece has come out?" (not that dnp uploading could ever be a disappointment, but I digress) BUT I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED. Still though, wdapteo is 10/10 my fave so far.

I hope you enjoyed my yapping! I know many of you don't agree and that's okay lol, feel free to share your opinions if you so please ! And also with the ones that were lower ranked, the reasons I listed for the being lower ranked was NOT me complaining. Each video is different and awesome in their own right, this is just a ranking of how much I personally enjoyed each one!

Thank you and goodnight!

[mins-fins]

TO MY FIRST LOVE (K.JH)

SUMMARY . . . a letter to his first love, kum junhyeon, and the memories that follow.

PAIRING . . . kum junhyeon x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff+angst (deadly combination)

WARNINGS . . . none i'm pretty sure!

WORD COUNT . . . 777 (wow shorter than i expected!)

NOTES . . . here we go with junhyeon!! haha, can't tell if this is supposed to be sad or cute but you can decide that for yourself

dear kum junhyeon,

it's been a while, it has. i like to think that i'm a consistent person, but the last time we talked was almost three months ago, and i just wanna check up on you! i hope your okay, how's the performance art major going? i know your passing with no issue, you've always been insanely talented, i have no doubt that your the star student, especially with how much of a lovable person you are.

i hope you haven't forgotten me, because i haven't forgotten you. i know you've responded to my letters, all of them, but it's been three months, and even though this might make me sound like a clingy bitch, i assume you'd forget me already, because.. i just don't really think i'm memorable. i also just wouldn't be surprised if you forgot me at all, because your busy and having fun, i wish i could be there with you, but the world really just hates my guts.

if your interested, art has been going well. my teachers have told me that my paintings are so good that they could get accepted into an art museum someday, you told me that once, remember? when we were twelve and you saw my painting of that house by the lake, you told me i was gonna become the next 'da vinci', which resulted in me punching you in the shoulder.

i dislike thinking about the fact that we haven't talked for the past few months. i constantly check my phone and frown when i see no notifications from you. did you know, the picture i chose for you is the one from your twelfth birthday, when i put icing on your noise. you always said that photo was embarrassing, but you looked cute, even though you would always vehemently deny that.

it's difficult these days, you know student loans and all, but thinking about you always seems to help me forget about all the horrible stuff going on in my life (you better not call me cringey in the return letter), because.. i don't know, i just like thinking about you for some reason. years ago, i could have never imagined myself saying that, but now, it's kind of hard to go on without you, if you get what i mean.

i could never imagine my life without you years ago..

i hate writing like this, because.. well— i sound stupid when i write about stuff like this. sometimes, i wish i could have convinced my parents to not move me to new york for college, but then again, i am "successful" now, so i guess in the end it all amounted to something. of course, i still have a long way to go, i'm only nineteen, there's still so much for me to do and accomplish, but it's disappointing to think i have done this all without you by my side.

i still have that painting you made me, your a really talented artist, i can't believe you called it "just a small hobby for when i'm bored", when you've made some better paintings than me, and that's saying something. i miss you, like a lot, junhyeon, writing my feelings on paper makes me feel stupid, because expressing myself through writing has always been difficult for me to do, as i've told you before.

i know what we have has always been a little complicated, our feelings are mutual are they not? i'd like to think i'm right in this instance, hopefully, because it would be super embarrassing if i was wrong, but at the same time, how long will it be until we see each other again? how long will it be until i actually get to see you face to face and tell you how i feel all over again?

this is getting kinda depressing, sorry, i just— i really miss you a lot okay? this may come off as desperate and stupid, but honestly, it gets kinda difficult knowing your all the way across the ocean and i could be right there with you if the circumstances were different, but alas, not everything is gonna be in my favor, i realize that now.

anyway, kum junhyeon! it'll be nice to catch up much more personally sometimes, if we ever get the chance to see each other in person once again, which is probably highly unlikely but hey! we all need to have at least a little bit of hope.

of course, make sure to take care of yourself, love, stay hydrated, and get a full eight hours of sleep everyday, i'll talk to you again soon :).

xoxo,♡ y/n

[nicoforlifetrue]

Absolutely DELIGHTED you added 2012!Jonatello to the silly little feral turtle crossover fic, genuinely. It wasn't even necessary to add it, it's a whole side-plot that the story could probably survive without, but you added it anyway. It hasn't even shown up yet aside for tiny little hints, which are easy to miss if you're not looking for it. And yet you threw it into the pot anyway. I didn't even start reading the fic for it, and yet I was delightfully surprised to see it anyways. It's like ordering a happy meal with no expectations for the toy and getting the exact toy you would've wanted anyways. Amazing. Even though I know we're gonna get brutally murdered while reading the fic (discord member here haha) I'm perfectly content with it simply because Rotten Reflections has everything in it that makes it the perfect tmnt fic for me. It has quickly become my new comfort fic and I'm absolutely delighted I get to see it develop in real time. Getting to see the update notifications in my inbox every week has definitely been the highlight of my year so far. I always love it when I get to be a part of a fic completing its journey, and fics like Rotten Reflections is why. Thank you for sharing this wonderful fic with us, I look forward to being apart of this journey with you, your editors and crew working on the fic, and my fellow readers. I'll see you in the comment sections of chapter nine!

Hiejcue JJ dufnfhvhgj

AHHHHHHHH

Tbh me and The Crew(tm) added jonatello way back in those early stages when this fic was mostly a joke and something we just liked the idea of, it wasn't even going to be tagged originally cus it was such a background peice, but then I decided no one, absolutely no one, in the au would be bashed.

Aka Aprils misogynistic poor clearly 2012 female character writeing suddenly became an issue.

As a result of her getting the Nico Treatment (tm) her boys got pulled in as a result (cus their a trio! And her original concepts where just so good, god im fucking drooling over what I have planned for the threes growth as individuals and together and how it affected them growing up from young teens to nearly adults-)

Because they got pulled into this development with her, suddenly they had an a background act set up to just get them together, their unique set up, why they acted the way they did when they where younger and now, etc etc.

That much being dedicated to them ment that I had to main tag them instead of just background tagging them like originally planned!

God I hope you guys like what I have planned the poor discord, forever cursed with knowledge ;b

[jujumin-translates]

Banri Settsu | [SSR] Naughty Boys | The Great Badtz-Maru - Part 2

Badtz-Maru: Mmmhm… So good!

Badtz-Maru: Thanks, you guys! Guess I was just kinda hungry.

Banri: I get it, glad ya liked it.

Badtz-Maru: Anyway, I was still thinking about earlier when I popped in and joined you outta nowhere but you weren’t all like “kyaa!” or anything!

Banri: Nah, I was still surprised by the way you just popped in. Do you always just go around jumpscaring people like that?

Azami: Is it really a jumpscare though? I mean, it IS Puroland, ain’t it?

Badtz-Maru: Man, you guys are annoying… D-Don’t tell me you seriously have no clue who I am…!?

Banri: ‘Course I know. You’re Badtz-Maru, right?

Badtz-Maru: Oh, so you do know. That’s right, I’m Bad Badtz-Maru-sama!

Banri: I mean, obviously I’d know when I see people with your merch basically all over the place.

Badtz-Maru: O-Oh, is that so!? Fufu, well, obviously! I’m a popular guy after all.

Banri: Damn, excited much…

Azami: I guess I’ve kinda seen some around too… Never really paid that much attention to it though.

Badtz-Maru: Oi, oi! Well, whatever, you at least knew what my favorite food is.

Azami: Nah, had no clue.

Badtz-Maru: Well, for your information, my favorite foods are expensive sushi and poripari ramen! So I’ll be asking you to bring me some

Azami: The hell do you mean by “bring you some”?

Banri: A crow that likes sushi and ramen, huh…

Badtz-Maru: Oi! I ain’t a crow! I’m a penguin. A penguin got that!?

Banri: Haha, my bad.

Badtz-Maru: I can’t believe this… I can’t believe that you’ve heard so little about me…

Azami: He looks… Kinda sad.

Badtz-Maru: Gotta up my popularity so I’ll get the recognition I deserve and then they’ll finally make a sushi menu here at Puroland.

Azami: And he’s back to normal.

Banri: He left… The hell was up with him?

Azami: …Dunno

*Phone notification*

Banri: Huh, it’s a LIME.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

nanao taichi: Ban-chan, it’s almost time for the meet-and-greet! Let’s meet up at the place we promised to go to earlier~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Banri: Shit, it’s already almost time to go. Didn’t even realize because I was so caught up in dealing with that guy.

Azami: Same. I got a message from Kumon too. Let’s go get this thing done with.

Banri: Yeah.

[ ⇠ Previous Part ] • [ Next Part ⇢ ]

[whisper-and-tangle]

Whisper n Tangle Roommate AU!

*Relatively new to fanfic and sth in general, so be wary of that! WIP btw. really like new to fanfic, seriously. dont expect much lol

Tangle sat on her messy, half-made bed which was missing a bedsheet and only had one pillow, the entire thing barely held up by its metal frame. She collapsed onto it, launching herself back as she took her phone from her pocket and stared at her empty inbox.

"Ohhhhhh man. This is so boring." She said to herself, having done nothing exciting for the last week. Week. She was really getting tired of this town.

She'd seen all the sights, tried all the food, she'd done everything she could here. There was nothing stopping her from moving on-

Until she got a message from her landlord.

"Huh?" She exclaimed as she swiftly pressed the notification, her eyes darting across the words at a frankly excessive speed. She read the message aloud to herself,

"Dear Tangle. You've got a new roommate staying with you. She's arriving at 12:30, and her name is Whisper. Please don't make a bad impression." Tangle read.

"Huh. Finally some excitement- he could've let me know she was arriving in.." Tangle spoke to herself as she checked her phone's clock, a surprised expression dawning on her face.

"...5 MINUTES!? And he expects ME! TANGLE! Not to make a bad impression. When have I EVER made a bad impression!?" Tangle said overdramatically, looking at her bedroom, which was littered with;

2 full garbage cans,

5 wrinkled posters, 3 that were scattered across the floor.

and 6 framed photos of cool critters she saw.

"....Okay. Maybe he had a point. I really need to tidy up if I'm getting a roommate. Wonder if I'll get a bigger apartment, then, aswell." Tangle asked herself.

"Meh." She shrugged.

She quickly grabbed the two bins, rushing out of her apartment and down the stairs to the garbage outside. She threw all the garbage from the can into it, and rushed back to her apartment-

Where, she was struck.

Not, actually hit, or physically hit.

Lovestruck. And rather embarrassed at the trail of trash she left behind her in her rush to throw it all away.

a gorgeous wolf with closed eyes, a well-kept, long biscotti-coloured ponytail the same tone as her fur, a pair of steel-toed shoes fit for harsh traveling, a shy smile with an exceptionally sharp tooth that stuck out, a variable wispon, and a specially crafted mask to help increase ranged accuracy, almost all engulfed in a large black cloak adorned with poaches.

"Uhm...Hi... Sorry. I'm your roommate. The new one. You left the door unlocked...so I let myself in. Sorry."

"Oh! Haha, no that's fine-" Tangle said, snapping out of it.

"Wait- where's your bags? All your stuff? Shouldn't you kinda, y'know, need that?" She asked.

"Oh. I put it in that room over there..... I think it was your room- or, uh, our room. I won't be here much. I travel alot. There's a sleeping bag in there." Whisper responded slightly sheepishly.

"Alright...cool!- I like traveling too! Don't get to travel alot though, actually." Tangle said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as she wandered off into her- their room.

Whisper followed behind.

As Tangle arrived in her room, she sat on her bed and patted next to her- offering Whisper to sit next to her.

Whisper didn't utter a single word as she shook her head to signal a 'no.'

"Suit yourself. Anyway, have you been on any cool adventures? Fought any badniks? Man, I've always wanted to fight one of those- obviously, not to for just a rush or anything, but to be a hero, y'know? Like that Sonic dude. Help people out." Tangle said as Whisper simply nodded.

"I've...been on a few.

I fought a couple badniks. Me and my Wisps-"

Whisper gestured towards the swarm of Wisps following her.

"- Took down some."

"Aw, sweet! Well, I know this one coffee shop that's not too far away. Maybe tomorrow we could head there and talk about your journeys then?"

"Mm...Okay. Maybe." Whisper replied, smiling ever-so-slightly.

"Great! Can't wait." Tangle replied excitedly.

Tangle looked around her room as silence filled it.

"Uhm..."

She stared at all the trash.

"So, yeah, I'm just gonna continue taking out this stuff, 'k?" Tangle said with an embarrassed smile.

The day went much quicker that- er, day. By the time Tangle had finished cleaning, she'd moved on to making herself dinner-

She grabbed a packet of microwaveable ramen from the cupboards. "Soo....want some ramen?" Tangle said to Whisper, who was lying in her sleeping bag and staring at the ceiling.

"Mm." Whisper said with a nod.

Tangle replied with a cheerful thumbs up as she emptied the ramen into a microwaveable bowl, setting microwave's timer as she placed it in.

Tangle tapped her foot as the time passed, waiting for the ra-

Ding.

She took the ramen from the microwave, and got out another bowl. She divided the ramen and walked over to Whisper.

"Here y'go! Ramen. Microwaved ramen." Tangle said as she sat comfortably next to Whisper. "It's not much, though- Sorry 'bout that." She continued.

"S'okay. Thought counts..." Whisper muttered.

Tangle smiled shyly as she absentmindedly gazed at Whisper, not even touching her ramen as Whisper ate next to her.

"...you okay?" Whisper said as she turned to Tangle, confused to why she wasn't eating her ramen.

"Huh- oh, what- Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." Tangle said with a surprised expression and red face, turning from Whisper to eat her ramen.

She tried her best not to look it, but she was screaming in her head.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god TANGLE. LOOK AT YOU. YOU JUST STARED AT HER! FOR AGES! ohmygodyoumustlooksocreepyrightnow. oh god. oh god." Echoed in her thoughts, panicking profusely over nothing.

"I'm, uh- gonna go to bed now!" Tangle said as she finished the last of her ramen, covering her face as she blushes and walks over to her bed.

Whisper looks at her with a puzzled glare, and then rolls into her own sleeping bag.

"G'night." Whisper...whispers? Sweetly, dozing off surrounded by a group of sleeping wisps.

"Night!" Tangle said as she could barely sleep.

Love does wonders for all-nighters.

[To be continued.]

[saerins]

i just wanna say YOURE ALWAYS SO FULL OF SURPRISES OMG 😭 WAS LOOKING AT MY NOTIF ABOUT SAE AND BIANCA EXTRA I WAS LIKE nothing bad could happen… right? then i saw the tag and mentions of WHAT.

ok but it's not that bad since oliver and ms manager are getting mentioned here hehe 😇 BUT AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT OLIVER ⁉��😭 THE VISION I CAN SEE IT OH GOD I HATE YOU NOW 👹💢💢💢💢 IM LITERALLY FOLDING MYSELF IN HALF LIKE??? IM SO FLABBERGASTED RN. STOP 😭😭😭

"small threats like these are easy to cast aside—all anyone really needs is money, and bianca has plenty." i bet she's going to dig up yns family history and use her mfing wealth to make her stay tf away from my man ☹️

ok but dawg 😭 seeing sae ruffling biancas hair and doing considerate things for her, it's no wonder bros fallen this bad (i would too actually)

"he could do nothing, just be right next to her, and it would make her feel impeccably better." this is EXACTLY how i feel with my crush of almost 7 years

anyways im so proud of sae omg. the way he doesn't hesitate to say what's on his mind and is CLEAR with his boundaries. just how fictional men written by women should be. so bianca bitch please, he said what he said 😜💅

-🫧 (ilysm author you're the best cook i hope yk how crazy i get when you do an update ogjphuewl)

hehehe i occasionally like to troll you guys i’m sorry :D ah yessss !! someone remembered ms manager 🤩 heh fun fact when oliver was saying those “imagination” things to sae he was imagining ms manager himself 😭

bianca has money and her family has so many connections so it won’t be hard for her to dig it up if she wants to :’) she hasn’t gone that far yet as of the most recent chapter so who knows hehehe but yeah it’s because of the little things he does well that bianca really can’t help but fall … sometimes you just don’t get the fortune of being surrounded by good people and bianca is unfortunately one of them. so sae to her is like the greatest man she’s ever met or something haha

but yesss, i would think even if he’s confused about how to handle it that he would still talk to her about it because he’s just not the keep-it-inside kinda guy esp when oliver and the others are being so obvious about all of it :’) esp shidou telling him straight up about what she’s doing lmao. i would say sae spoke up about it, but he didn’t think too much of it, like people often don’t until there’s a reason (now yn) to. :’)

[rozugold]

Hello friend!!

Apologies for the wait it took me to respond to you — I only just checked back in with my ao3 account and noticed your comment, and since you don’t have an account yourself I’m unsure if you’d see my reply. So here I am, plaguing your inbox with it instead! I do hope it isn’t a bother, haha.

I was really very happy to see your name again. Admittedly I’ve saved all the incredible artwork my fic received over the course of my writing it, but yours genuinely have a very special place in my heart as some of the first and last I ever received. I still recall opening my inbox and seeing the notification the first time; it was so surreal to me that people would draw anything based on my works. Your art of Tommy and Techno sitting back to back, as well as your art of the forest trio at the end, serve almost as mental book-ends for me; I return to them often just to admire it, and to remember how happy it all made me. I can hardly believe it’s been more than two years, goodness.

I was also shocked to hear you may be putting together a playlist—if you would be so kind, I would love to know what songs might be on it! At your leisure of course, and only if you feel like sharing it, the thought alone is more than enough <3 thank you kindly for all of your support, truly, and once again for your gorgeous art. The memories have gotten me through many a dark day.

- Que (WWHWI)

HELLOOO QUEEEE it’s so good to hear from you again :D!!!! And yeah I should really get on getting an account already, it would probably make things a lot more convenient. BUT account or not you’re always welcomed to plague my inbox :]

And waaa I’m happy that you still like the fanart I made! I’m glad it’s stuck with you as much as your writing has stuck with me. SPEAKING OF WRITING I forgot you had so much of it??? Once life settles down a bit im definitely gonna make my way through them, so don’t be surprised if you see my name in the comments later on eheheh

AND YES PLAYLIST!! OK if I’m gonna be honest, the reason I started making this is because of god of war sjshSJDHD Every time I get into new media it only gives me ideas for the old media I’m trying to escape /j Two years man, and still these blorbos live in my brain rent free

I’m gonna ramble about each song now >:D warning spoilers for if you hadn’t read the fic!

First is Cave by Cody Fry! I wanted an instrumental to start it off and a song to represent the explosion of Manburg; I think this song serves that purpose well!

Half-Mast by Branches is a song I use in my other dsmp related playlists to represent Doomsday but it works so well in this context

^ this bit especially reminds me of Tommy and Wilbur ;;;;;

Casualty by Hidden Citizens & Tash is just absolutely perfect for Tommy. The scene of him screaming out in grief surrounded by the rubble that used to be his home- waaa it’s so good, both the song and scene

Sorrow by Sleeping at Last is for Tommy slowly learning how to live after the explosion (or at least learn how to function again :[ pobrecito..)

The Corner Dwellers by The Vocal Few is a Techno and Tommy song! It simply reminds me of them :’]

To Forgive or to Kill by Bear McCreary was chosen mostly for the title and the fact that it was from the God of War soundtrack skdhdhdh Incase you’re unfamiliar with the game, this song plays during a scene where one of the main characters is debating on whether to forgive or kill another character but ultimately realizes that she can’t do either. So naturally I thought this song would be good for when Tommy saves Schlatt from Technoblade! I’d like to have more instrumentals in this playlist but we shall see,, I’m very picky when it comes to instrumentals skdjddj

Carnivore by Bear Attack! Ok I might replace this song with something else later since it reminds me of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship more than Tommy and Schlatt’s from WWHWI. But it’s works for now! Something to represent their first argument chat after the whole getting locked up bit

Marble Floors by Vian Izak & Juniper Vale is here to sorta represent Tommy longing for his life before the explosion and when he still had Tubbo.

^ also just,, this bit.. Ow

Drown by Seafret is for when Tommy gets blown up by the creeper. Just that scene where it starts off as a dream sequence then slowly twists until he’s suddenly shocked back into reality— GOSH it’s so good. And then the crisis he has afterwards when he bandages himself up, it’s probably my favorite scene. It’s so well done and makes me feel so much ;;;;;

Battling Life by The Dunwells is for Technoblade!! (And a little for Tommy too, now that I’m looking at the lyrics again) Gosh, the man gets injured but he doesn’t let that stop him from taking care of things and taking care of Tommy. You captured his perseverance and stubbornness perfectly :’]

Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier & Bear McCreary! Here I go, to shamelessly smoosh two of my interests together again skdhdj This song is also for Technoblade but more for his exhausted god-ness you characterize him with. (Atleast I think he’s a god in WWHWI? Or is he just a well known champion? Immortal? My memory sucks, I’ll have to find out when I reread it) This song is just super cool and reminded me of technoblade and is part of the reason why I started making this playlist skdjdjjd

Brother by Kodaline… what is there to say? They’re brothers :’’] BUT ALSO WHILE SKIMMING CHAPTER 15 EARLIER I FOUND THIS LINE: “"Stay here," he said to the man who'd long since become his family…” HELLO?? EXCuse me while I go sob

Sirens by Oliver Daldry, I may be wildly misinterpreting this song for this playlist but SCREW IT it reminds me of them okay

This repeating lyric serves as a little nod to the fact that this is an au. How Techno, Tommy and Schlatt would have all been strangers in this world if certain circumstances didn’t lead them to eachother

This bit reminds me of Schlatt @ Tommy, I don’t think he ever outright asks for forgiveness but in time they both find some peace with eachother.

All three of them are so different from eachother but they still care for eachother :’]

The Cave by Mumford & Sons acts as a sort of summary of this story to me! I imagine the first verse is from Techno’s pov, the second is from Tommy’s, and the last is from Schlatt’s.

This bit changes meaning depending on the pov. For Techno it’s him taking care of Tommy, ‘changing his ways’ yknow, or atleast adding the family role to his list of titles.

For Tommy it’d be him taking care of Techno, “finding strength in pain” and learning to move forward despite everything that’s happened

And for Schlatt it’s for him rushing out to help Tommy and Techno during the final battle. Man doesn’t even hesitate :’D

Gosh and just the line “I’ll know my name as it’s called again”. All three of them grew into people they never thought they’d be!! And despite a huge part of their lives is shaped from tragedy they’re okay in the end. It was far from easy but they’re okay. And that’s just so comforting yknow? This story is so comforting and beautiful and raw and I just love it with all my being ;;;;;

Wow that was long and a little all over the place lol!! I’m still working on this playlist as I go but that’s all I have so far :]

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hello peer! i am here to use askbox for some other deed than asking

1. sorry if my directly referring to Rebecca as she/her has made you uncomfortable or something. i deleted that tag silently and i will pay more attention to the usage of pronoun

2. as i remembered there sure is a blog about translation that mentioned Rebecca considered themself they/them but is okay with any pronoun but i couldnt find it rn. im fully aware and support Rebecca as nb but i assume it's okay to use other pronouns

3. felt like notifing you that i seem to always drawing Rebecca in a more-feminine-than-official way (idk if you noticed it). very much hoping you don't mind that

that's all i want to say to you. sorry again for any unhappiness, if there is any. have a nice day!

hello there!!!

I don't know where to begin. i guess i am super surprised to get this ask, because i wasn't referring to anyone in particular when i made that post. whenever i post something i am usually just speaking out loud, sharing thoughts. for a while i wasn't even aware that my #peer mindhack tag is visible in the #mindhack tag. but when people I didn't know started liking my posts i realized "well then, i guess my brainrot was visible to everyone this whole time?". so I'M SO SORRY if you had to read any of that 🥲 ..

i am more careful with what i write in the tag now.

second of all, when i said "gendered words", i only referred to gendered nouns, i.e. words like girl/boy, woman/man, queen/king and so on. basically, nouns that have a gender connotation. pronouns can be completely separate from nouns for some people.

what I'm getting at, is that in that post i wanted to joke about the fact that even format was called a woman or a she (the japanese word can mean both depending on context) by the devs, but rebecca only got gender neutral nouns. i distinctly remember that before the dev blog confirming rebecca as nonbinary was released, there were no hints at her gender except her feminine name. that is so cool to me, because this means that she was nb from the start!! thus, for me personally, it feels wrong to use gendered nouns, considering even the devs avoided the usage of them (though i guess it's easier in japanese). everyone else is free to use whichever words they want! a lot of nb people would be fine with gendered nouns, i myself am fine with most of them. and to begin with, captain is a fictional character, so anyone is free to do/headcanon whatever they want.

by the way, that blog says "rebecca views herself as nonbinary she/they, but is fine with any pronoun". so using she is completely fine. i mean, even the characters in game use that pronoun, haha.

(and i am also aware that some cultures don't even have a developed concept of a third gender, and that not all fans will be able to recognize rebecca's identity in the first place, and it is not their fault because they didn't choose where they were born. imagine living in russia, couldn't be me am i right?)

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding... i really like your art when i see it on my timeline, and reading your thoughts. and knowing that there are other english-speaking fans is always nice. I don't mind the way you draw rebecca either, it's a nice stylization. you are not in the wrong in the slightest. i was moreso just speaking aloud, and i tried to explain my point of view in this reply.

it is true that i can sound aggressive or defensive when i talk about nonbinary fictional characters, so i understand if my posts sound like that. but i believe that my opinion, in the end, is just an opinion, even if i express it in a forceful way, and it shouldn't impact other people's way of living. do whatever you want, i will continue to like your art and posts either way. i hope you have a nice day too.