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[vossn]

I'm starting a collection

[k-aemi]

hiori yo ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a little blood wont hurt right?

smut, period, blood play(?), dub/non, none of my work are proofread.

yo hiori would definitely love the sight of your blood on his cock. just seeing the red stain on his dick turns him on more and his thrive to continue. if you were to protest a bit, he wouldnt force but convince you into it. "cmon baby, sex helps the cramps yknow.." rubbing that stomach of yours.

you tried to push him off but he insists. telling you to trust him and only the "tip" would be inserted. but can you really trust him? this man has a thing for crippled girls that cant escape from him. "but hurts too much.." youd grumbled.

"see? my dick will help okay? just the tip, yeah baby?" hed grind against your ass, feeling his bulge prodding at you. hes your boyfriend, so he wouldnt go beyond the boundary right? just the tip he said, yeah! just that...

"but my blood-" he shushed you. "'s okay baby, i bet your blood will make my dick look super pretty." he cooed you as he settled in between your legs, taking his hardened cock out to rub on your panties as he held it. seeing his cock head in and out as your panties wettened by the second.

you dont know this but hiori perhaps love the smell of your period blood mixed with your pussy juices. he doesnt know why but it has this musty skin smell that gets him thriving for more. he loves sniffing your panties inhaling that sweet nectar scent of yours. how could he only just put the tip in?

"'kay baby ready?" he slides his cock against your slit and you give a meek nod. you werent expecting him to insert it in, you just barely moved your head..."oh fuck...baby your pussy feels great..." he wasnt sure if it was because you were on your period, but it felt fucking great to him. whimpers elicit from your mouth as you clench your pillow.

"baby can i put more in...? please, feels too good." he didnt even get your permission yet and hes pushing more of his cock in! "w-wait yo...ah" you breathed out as the cramps were still present. "s-shit..." he shuttered. hiori wasnt that thick, but sure was lengthy. reached the deepest parts of you.

pulling out was probably his favorite sight, he got to see the blood coated on his dick, and it spurred something inside of him, like this desire to do oh so many things to you. "look baby, all your bloods on me." he grinned, starting his rough pace.

"w-wait yo-! you said just the tip.." you whimpered as tears peaked from the corner of your eyes, biting the pillow that laid below you. "but baby you feel so good, your cramps g'na go away soon ok? just let me have this..." he growled as he continued to look below him, blood mixed with your juices squishing out your tight hole, he cant hide that smirked of his.

you muffle your cries otherwise the neighbors downstairs will complain probably, youd hate the thought of knowing others you and your boyfriend have sex mostly every week...but the way he pounds into you, you cant contain them as shrieks spilled from your throat. your body tenses when you feel his thumb rub circles on your clit. you were on edge, your orgasm coming in soon.

"baby you tightened up, g'na cum?" he has that dumb innocent smile on him as hes pounding you so rough. skin slapping skin filling the room. you cant even give him an answer as your juices gush out, on his cock and sheets. red staining both.

hiori can only fasten his pace as he loses his rhythm, signaling his end. pulling out and jerking himself before he spill his hot liquid on your stomach and pussy. he sighs and admires the mess upon him. he falls next to you, wrapping his arm around you. "feel better?" he kissed you. but theres no response, he looks over to you and perhaps it was too much, you ended up passing out.

hi. back again(kinda). pls request :>

divider creds: cafekitsune, anitalenia

[mooonjin]

Reminiscing - Pt. 2

Pairing: Viktor x f!reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - tin/machine/purple viktor, SLIGHT submissive viktor, submissive reader, exes trying to get back together (oof dont do that), suggestive innuendoes, attempted dirty talk, cussing, breeding mentions, erm no protection smh, kissing, smut with plot, f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!

< Part One

"Say something..." He muttered under his breath. Viktor was frustrated and trying to keep himself in control. He was a bit pent up, he wasn’t going to lie to himself about that. You were clearly being affected somewhat by this, which was making him struggle to maintain his usual persona.

His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and saliva. His touch is both familiar and terrifying, a ghost of the past. You try to push him away, but his grip on your thigh is like iron, pinning you in place.

"Stop this, Viktor," you whisper, your voice trembling. He ignores your plea, his hand finding the button of your shirt and expertly undoing it. The cool air against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, but it's nothing compared to the burning sensation of his gaze as it roams over your body.

“You used to love it when I touched you like this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, deliberate growl that seems to crawl under your skin. His words linger in the air, weighted with nostalgia. “You’d arch your back, moan my name like it was the only thing you knew…”

His fingers trail up your arm, feather-light, as if testing your reaction. When you don’t pull away, he steps closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent intoxicating. The heat radiates from his body, and you hate how it makes your skin prickle with awareness. 

Slowly, methodically, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, peeling it away to reveal the soft lace of your pastel pink bra. His eyes darken, their intensity almost feral, locking onto you like a predator cornering its prey.

He stares. And he stares long.

Viktor falls into a trance simply by just staring at your undergarment. He hasn't seen you like this in years yet he already seems dizzy and hazy. From all those years ago... you've definitely increased a little in cup size as your breasts fully molds into his hands. His eyes darken as he gazes down at you, lingering on the delicate lace of your bra. He reaches out a finger, tracing the outline of your breast, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Such beautiful things," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Hidden away from the world."

You couldn't voice your protests anymore as this intimacy between the two of you brings back vivid, sensual memories when you two lived together. Though he may have changed as a human and his morals, he hadn't changed the way his careful fingers intricately ran across your skin.

Viktor's fingers were warm despite looking like a machine. As he lowers himself to level with your tits, he inhales your scent. It was a slow and intimate inhale, your entire scent coating his senses. He looks up at you, amber honey eyes sparkling with intensity and need before taking your left, clothed nipple into his mouth.

A shiver courses through you when his mouth brushes against your nipple—just barely at first, a teasing caress. The contact sends an involuntary jolt through your body, your back arching before you can stop yourself. His low chuckle vibrates against your chest. 

“Still so sensitive,” he remarks, his voice a mixture of satisfaction and possession. With his free hand, a thumb brushes over the peak of your right breast in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing another soft gasp from your lips. The touch is maddening, gentle enough to tease.

Viktor's mouth grows to salivate immensely, almost like a slobbering dog. His lips were shiny and smooth, his tongue moving in desperate fervor against the pink lace of your bra. 

His lips part even more and he takes you into his mouth again, his tongue drawing more lazy patterns that leave your mind spinning. You let out a soft exhale, the sound barely escaping, muffled by the tension straining in your throat. He pulls back, his lips glistening as a thin strand of spit connects his tongue to the now dark pink, damp spot on your bra.

He admires the pert mound of your hardened nipple against the lace. Viktor leans down, his mouth closing over your tits again, suckling gently. His eager free hand gently twist and tug at your other nipple as well as running his palm over your flesh. He moans gently when he fondles your tits.

He pulls back, his eyes filled with a hunger that makes your blood run cold.

"Viktor wait—" you attempt to voice a protest but he's quick to ignore it just as fast as you spoke. He moves his hand to the clasp of your bra, his fingers fumbling with the delicate hooks. 

"No... no, I'm not stopping." Finally, they snap open and he gently pulls the bra away, revealing your breasts fully. To him, they sat incredibly nicely for him. 

You gasp, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. Viktor's eyes devour your body, taking in every curve, every inch of your skin. The sudden exposure left you vulnerable and exposed.

He reached out and cupped one of your breasts in his hand, the warmth of his palm engulfing the flesh. He gently massaged it, his touch sending more pleasure through you, your body arching towards him, "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So soft, so warm..."

Viktor leaned down and took your other breast in his mouth, gently sucking on your bare nipple. You exhaled harshly, your head thrown back in ecstasy. He moved his free hand lower, tracing the curve of your stomach. He hungrily laps up your nipple, causing him to pull you towards his mouth even more. 

When he pulls back, Viktor stands up to his full height, pulling you to his metallic body, "Bed, now. On your back." He demanded you, desperately wanting to see you listen to him on your own will. Something you used to do. 

Willingly, but also with a hint of hesitation, you climb into the safe confines of your bed. You lay against your soft sheets, eyeing him with a bit of anxiety. 

He kneels between your legs without wasting a second, his eyes never leaving yours the moment you lay. He reached out and gently stroked your inner thigh. When his fingers brush between your legs, you gasp audibly, the sound loud in the thick silence between you. He circles his touch, the pressure maddeningly light. Tension coils low in your belly and you bite your lip, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of hearing your moans.

Unlike your bra, Viktor claws at your knee-height skirt. He was hungry to get them off, wanting access to you like his life depended on it. He couldn't wait any longer. Reaching out, he traced the delicate curve of your hip with a fingertip. 

He reached for the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your thigh. With a swift, practiced move, he slid the skirt down your legs, the soft fabric pooling at the edge of your bed. Your hands instinctively reached for him, but he held them captive, his grip firm yet gentle. He wanted to savour this moment, to prolong the anticipation, to watch the way your body arched and pleaded beneath him.

"Slower, Viktor... you're too fast." You mumbled, slightly sitting up as you look down at your now bare legs. 

He chuckled a low. He moved lower, his eyes fixed on the delicate lace of your panties, the way they clung to your hips, outlining the curves of your body like second skin.

"Such gorgeous legs," he completely ignored your plea. With a single, decisive movement, he tugged them down, revealing the silken expanse of your inner thighs, the delicate folds of your cunt bathed in the soft light, "and a gorgeous... pussy."

You arched against him, a desperate plea etched on your face, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and ecstasy. He met your gaze, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger. Viktor reached out and gently stroked your inner thigh, the contact igniting a burning sensation between your legs.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Always have been." You didn't even realise yourself the amount of arousal that pooled between your thighs. His metallic fingers traced the hairs that framed your cunt, his eyes sparkling amber and pink. He moved his hand lower, his fingers brushing against the entrance to your core.

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching for his hair before pulling away in realisation. You couldn't succumb fully, this was your ex.

However, he took that as the go ahead. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, the intrusion sending a spark of shock and pleasure. You whimpered at the penetration of his finger, the feel of foreign skin inside you. 

"So tight, so ready, I love it." he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

"Viktor..." you sighed out his name, resulting in a lip bite from him, his name slipping from your lips in a broken whisper.

Your legs were spread wide, an invitation he could not ignore. His gaze roamed over you, drinking in every curve, every glimmer of sweat that caught the soft flicker of light. Another finger of his plunged deeper inside your cunt with a confidence born of knowing your body already. The sound of your low moan filled the room, a quiet surrender that sent a shiver down his prosthetic spine.

"Pretty pussy..." His fingers began to move, finding a rhythm that felt instinctive. Each thrust of his fingers inside your hole was hungry, coaxing out a response from you. The subtle shivers that rippled across your skin, the way your thighs tensed and quivered under his touch.

"Nngh..." a huff of a whimper escaped your throat. He was entranced by you, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted as if to call his name but never quite did.

With excruciating slowness, he withdrew his fingers, relishing the way your body leaned into the absence. The sight of you flushed and trembling, was intoxicating. Viktor brought himself towards your face.

His head dipped low and he pressed his mouth to you, claiming you with a ferocity. His kiss was deep and consuming as he sought to imprint every part of you onto himself. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting you thoroughly, basking in the rawness of your arousal. His kisses trailed lower, moving to the hollow of your throat.

You closed your eyes, slowly submitting to his actions. Viktor descended between the valley's of your pert tits with warm and thirsty kisses. 

Lower, lower, lower.

You felt the heat of his breath before his tongue made contact with the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, tracing a wet, teasing path upward.

"Your pussy is so pretty," he repeated, "I've dreamed of this precious hole every night, used to come all over myself to the thought of it being presented to me like a feast."

He pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue swirling, craving the taste he longed for for years. He tasted the sweetness of your arousal, the salty tang of your sweat and it drove him wild. His movements shifted, his tongue alternating between slow, torturous circles and quick, darting strokes. Each change brought a new reaction from you—a gasp, a shudder, a keening whimper.

Viktor wanted to unravel you completely, wanting to prepare you for his aching cock.

He continued to worship you, his tongue a relentless instrument of pleasure, until he pulled back with a pant with his chin drenched in your wetness. He teased you, wanting you to cum on his cock. 

He'd make you cum on his face another time.

He unclipped his navy blue cloak, revealing his veiny purple, shimmering cock. He was already leaking, the pearly pre-cum trailing underneath his length.

"Need you." Was all he said as he ground the tip of his erection against your prepared cunt. Viktor groaned, throwing his head back slightly, some of his chocolate locks slick against his forehead. He let out a soft sigh as he listened to the sounds of your wetness against his cock.

"Can I put it in?" Viktor's soft Czech accent managed to reach his whimpering words. But instead, he didn't wait for an answer.

With a growl, he thrust inside your cunt, filling you completely.

"Fuck!" You cried out. You hadn't slept with anyone in a few months so you were glad Viktor prepared you. He felt lengthier and you definitely weren't used to his 'new' cock. He buried his face in your hair, his own cries of pleasure mingling with yours.

He moved slowly at first, savouring the feel of you, the taste of you. He wanted to memorise the way your body responded to him. It had been a good few years without your touch. The way you gasped, the way your legs tightened around him, the way you whispered his name like a prayer.

Viktor's cock throbbed inside your cunt, probing beneath your lower abdomen, "I'm here... right here." He lifted the careful, purple, supernatural hand of his and pressed it against your bare skin where his dick reached from inside. He gazed at the tummy bulge, relishing the feel of his cock head rubbing right there.

"Aaah..." His pace quickened, his control unraveling as your movements matched his. The sound of his 'skin' slapping your skin, every thrust urged Viktor on. He tilted his head back, a moan escaping his lips, his hands finding your plush hips, then your hair. Viktor needed to bury himself as deep as he can get.

"You're so tight, it's driving me crazy," He buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and uneven as he whispered your name like a vow, “I want you to look me in the eyes while I’m inside you.”

You arched into him, desperate for more. You don't remember him being this talkative during sex. As you responded with only moans and whimpers, Viktor seemed to pick up the pace. He wants you to say something. He needs it.

"Can't you be a good little... whore and respond to your lover?" He moved with a primal rhythm, his hips grinding against yours with increasing thrusts, "I never want to stop fucking you."

Where did this talk come from? What had he learned all these years? Viktor's amber eyes glossed over with lust and shimmer, his forehead covered in a light layer of sweat as his eyebrows creased due to the immense pleasure.

"Oh God, Viktor..." You finally responded with something.

"I want to fuck you in every room of this house." His response back was even quicker and more pathetic. HIs words strung with an air of thirst. The air is thick with the smell of sex, so lewd, so sweaty. You clenched at the use of every cuss word that slipped through his pink lips, "S-So... warm."

You felt yourself nearing the edge, a wave of pleasure building within your lower abdomen. Viktor needily thrusted into your slick pussy, "I'm close..."

"Can I cum inside you? I need to cum inside you." He scans your face quickly, picking up on any facial expression or any answer before he bursts, as he does his best to hold back. You can feel his hips stutter, purposely not answering his question.

Viktor bites his lip, exhaling a harsh groan against your ear. You simply whine in response, "Cum Vik..."

His eyes, heavy-lidded and clouded with raw desire, fix on your every movement with an intensity in the way his gaze examines your own sweat covered face, hair strands sticking to your skin. Under the weight of his stare, you find yourself quivering, succumbing to the pleasure of his cock.

 It’s almost too much, the power of his attention making your breath hitch as your fingers involuntarily press harder into his thighs, seeking some anchor against the overwhelming sensations. 

The intensity of the moment overwhelms Viktor, his restraint unraveling as a deep groan escapes his lips, "I'm going to breed you so good." 

His body moves on instinct, his hips lifting in a desperate response and coming back down against your pelvis, each thrust wild and uninhibited. His movements grow erratic, each surge of his hips filled with raw urgency. 

As you hit your release with a loud whimper, you clench enthusiastically out of your own control. Your thighs gently spasming. A soft, broken cry escapes his lips, the sound filled with a vulnerability as he halts his hips against your own. When Viktor stills balls-deep inside your slick cunt, warm ropes of his cum fill you up. 

In the throes of his release, he surrenders completely, collapsing with his full weight against you. His breath comes in shallow, trembling gasps. Viktor’s lips part and your name spills out in a soft, broken whimper.

His hips gently stutter, the aftershocks running wild through his thighs and his cum already leaking out your hole, "I love your body so much..."

Your breaths come in shallow, uneven gasps as you rest against him, your chest rising and falling in time with the frantic beat of your heart. The pads of your fingers trace the curve of his shoulder blades, the soft ridges of muscle beneath his supernatural skin. 

"Did you remember us better? How good it felt, every night when we did this?" He pathetically asked you, puppy eyes staring up at you with fluttering eyelashes.

 “When this all mattered?” You replied coolly, deliberately letting your voice remain detached, though it was harder than you wanted it to be.  You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words had affected you. But he didn’t look away, his gaze clinging to yours with a desperation that was almost unbearable.

"It always mattered."

Post Notes: wooow viktor 😋😍😍 im soooooooo gonna do more smut of him

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@lightupsketchersperson

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[thirteenheavens]

can you write about joshua and pillow princess reader tysm i love ur works dont die 💕💕

Notes: hope you guys enjoy sorry I’m so distracted today I’m starting from the recent requests today tho! <3

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Joshua had always loved taking care of you, but he especially loved it when you were feeling lazy and wanted him to do all the work. He knew exactly how to please you, and he was more than happy to oblige.

He laid you down on the bed, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. "My pretty pillow princess," he teased, running his fingers through your hair. "You look so tired already." You pouted up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "I am tired," you whined, making yourself look as cute as possible. "I just want you to take care of me, Josh."

Joshua chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. "Don't worry, I will," he promised. "I'll take good care of my princess." He began to kiss his way down your body, stopping to pay extra attention to your sensitive spots. He knew all the places that made you moan and squirm, and he took his time exploring them one by one.

As Joshua slowly pushed into you, he made sure to be gentle and careful. He knew that you were still sensitive from earlier, so he wanted to give you plenty of time to adjust to his size. He looked up at you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Tell me if it's too much."

"Shhh, it's okay," Joshua soothed, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "I've got you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." He continued to thrust into you slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. He wanted to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, making sure that you were completely satisfied before he chased his own release.

Joshua wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he continued to thrust into you. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as he nuzzled against you. His hands roamed over your body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He loved feeling your body pressed against his, loved the way you fit perfectly in his arms.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. "I love being inside you like this." Your moans grew louder as Joshua continued to thrust, his pace gradually picking up speed. He could feel you clenching around him, your body responding to his touch.

"You're close, aren't you?" he asked, his lips grazing your ear. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock like a good girl." Joshua sat up, holding your hips in place as he continued to pound into you. He loved seeing the look on your face as he took control, loved seeing the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," he praised, his grip on your hips tightening. "So perfect and submissive for me." Joshua couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, looking so comfortable and content beneath him. You were completely at his mercy, and he loved having you like this. He leaned down to kiss you again, his lips moving against yours hungrily. "You're so spoiled," he teased, his hips snapping against yours. "You know I'll give you anything you want, don't you?"

You nodded, too lost in pleasure to form words. You knew that Joshua would always take care of you, always give you what you needed. He smirked at your response, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He began to thrust harder, his pace becoming more erratic as he chased his own orgasm. "Cum for me," he commanded. "And then I'll fill you up." You couldn't hold back any longer, your body tensing up as you reached your peak. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him.

Joshua groaned as he felt you clench around him, his own orgasm following shortly after. He buried himself deep inside you, spilling his hot cum inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. He gently stroked your hair, placing soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You always do."

Joshua chuckled as he pulled out of you, carefully rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. "My little pillow princess," he repeated, a fond smile on his face. "You really are spoiled, you know that?"

[bookishdreamer28]

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Mattheo opened the door slowly, trying not to make loud noises. As he walked in his room, his eyes fell on your sleeping figure peaking under the covers and he felt his body instantly relax. The reason why he has been so upset lately is because he had these really awful nightmares about you, nightmares that made him scared and had made him spend most nights staying awake, while watching over you as if he was afraid that you might actually disappear.

He took his clothes off and strolled to the bathroom. Once he was done from there, he headed to bed, wanting desperately to hold you. Once he got under the covers he gently wrapped his arm around you and brought your body against his. He leaned in to take a look at your face and when he saw the cute sleepy face of yours, he gently smiled, his heart beating rapidly at the sight of you.

He was about to lay back on his pillow, but then he felt your body stirring and he moved closer, afraid that you were having a nightmare. But then you slowly opened these gorgeous eyes of yours, and he hugged you, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Hey sweet gir" he whispered and you turned to the side, smiling beamingly at him. You wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his scent which brought you comfort and warmth.

"Is everything all right? I noticed how upsetyou seem lately" your hand cupped the side of his face and he leaned in your paml, in need to fell your skin.

Dont worry sweetheart everything's ok" he kissed your forehead and held you closer to him. In all these times, the day that haunted him the most was the fay he almost lost you. He had never utter a word about how he feels scared of losing or how these nightmares tormented his soul. He wanted you to not worry about him.

"I know you're hiding things from me Mattheo" And he knew you were about to be serious since you called him by his name.

"You need to talk to me. I don't ever want you to feel like you have to hide things just because you don't want me to worry about you. I'll always worry. And it's not my job. It's because I love you" you whispered and you could see how his eyes became glassy, trying to hold his tears back.

"Express yourself the way you feel and want to Mattheo. You should've known by now that I'm here for you no matter what" after that he instantly laid his head on your shoulder and you silently played with his hair.

His released a shaky breath and his hild became a bit tighter around you.

"I love you, I love you so much" you heard his voice shaking with emotion and you turned your head to kiss his head.

"I just don't ever want to lose you. In all my life, I had only known darkness. Nothing good or pure surrounded me but that changed when you came into my life. You know how dangerous it is to be with me and trust me, there were times I thought I should push you away for your own safety, but my love for you grew day by day, with every smile of yours, every laugh, every touch." he slowly sat up to look in your eyes.

His fingers traced your cheek softly as he slowly moved closer to you, pressing a kiss to your lips. The kiss was full of unsaid feelings and strong emotions, the desperation in his movements as he cradled your face to deepen ths kiss, made your stomach flip.

When you both pulled away, he laid his head back on his pillows and circled his right hand around you, bringing you close so you can rest your head on his chest. You looked up at him and said:

"I'll always be here for you love, always" you whispered and he smiled at your fondness in your voice. He kissed you once more and held you tight.

Having you right here in his arms, was the greatest gift he could ever have, especially after he experienced great loses in his life. You were everything he could've ever asked for and even though at first he didn't want to be around you because you made him feel things he had never felt before, he doesn't regret a single thing. As long you're here with him, nothing can make him live in fear anymore.

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I've been crushing over many fictional men lately and one of them is Mattheo 🙌 I thought about writing a mix of a bit of everything, sooo I hope you enjoyed reading it ✨

[craske]

*Inhale* OKAY! I can’t draw for shit so just casually imagine one of those drawings with all my ideas on it, because I have found several CRK Beast AU’s to obsess over OML!!

Cue ideas for Dejammed (also, I might be mixing it up with the beastsitting au, and actually mean that one instead? I assume whichever one I intended to speak about will be clear enough. I’m way too tired for this)

-Wizard Cookie is usually training with Shadow Milk, but let’s be real, the kids way smarter than he’s given credit for. Wizard can see the strain it puts on the jester, so he decides to practice by himself… which leads to Wizard getting really hurt, even more so because he’s underbaked, Shadow Milk comes in after and panics over his future son. (If you are both comfortable doing so and have enough energy and time, I would be beyond grateful if you could feed us with this one🙏)

-The Beasts haven’t the faintest idea how to take care of themselves. Proper diet? Never met her. Wizard decides to being Shadow Milk food… what he’s actually able to aquire or make is up to question, but hey, babybeastsitters need to feed their beasts.

-Sooo, Shadow Milk teaches Wizard magic. Probably out of boredom at first, or who knows what else, but I can imagine him getting attached after a minute. They feel oddly similar, tbh. Probably not possible, but I love the idea of Shadow Milk gifting Wizard one singular hair eye without our lil’ ice cream cookie knowing. “Why did you slump over so tired all of a sudden?” “No reason.”

-Wizard Cookie is staring daggers at the bottom of a distant bookshelf, glaring at the tiny, itty bitty enchanted puppet that’s peaking out from behind it on the floor. He’s [insert age], he doesn’t need to be watched!

-Shadow Milk catches Wizard sneaking out to gather supplies for magic, be it herbs or what not. Cue begrudging parent Shadow Milk.

-I am so beyond excited for when our beloved little Ovenbreak Trio’s backstories is revealed to relevant characters because the utter realization and pain will be glorious.

You keep being you! Rest well and take breaks when needed, quality is more than worth waiting for! Thank you for the lovely AU!

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what a delightful ask what a delightful goddamn ask, all these scenarios are so lovely!!! the possible dynamic of student-teacher between these two is something that i enjoy a lot and what you wrote was such a fun take on it AUGH!! also thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 i try to be efficient with making au stuff to share because im notoriously slow, so your words mean a lot to me

it sounds really in character for wizard to try spells on his own, he is self-taught so far after all. which can of course be pretty risky. and while one of goals for shadow milk, like other beasts, is to grow to care in the end, he would care too. would he show it? pshhh nuh uh! got a reputation to keep up, you know? [hes insufferable!!]

dont trust kids with coming up with proper diet, they will stuff you with candy. watch them both be made to begrudgingly eat their greens

getting the shadow eye is like a rite of passage LMAO i dont know if wizard cookie would be that stoked about dark moon magic leaving such a mark on him, at the same time... what a big deal! and by then shadow milk wouldve already been getting along much better with others so... hehe

just like shadow milk gets his own raisin crow to keep an eye on him, the beast doing the same is such a fun idea!! watch him be dramatic about that too, because he made them himself! youre welcome!

shadow milk vibes like the type of person who would catch the kids sneak around and encourage them because stopping them is what a responsible adult would do [that one scene from gravity falls yk??]

itd be such a fun thing to reveal to the beasts, that the witches still bake, or baked until very recently. and while im sure shadow milk knows about cookie eating thing. but thinking about that happening to the particular group of annoying pests would make him [and probably others as well?] go all :// about it

[sugarverse]

ex boyfriend smut ; 2.1k words | enjoy! <3

I miss you, love.

the text made your stomach lurch, but you knew it was coming. you two had been on and off for longer than you care to admit, about 3 days after to a week and he's back. or you're back. or some weird thing happens that brings you closer to each other. you'd hope the cycle had broken with a new record of 40ish days without talking.

no you don't, c’mon we were doing so well !

typing the made your head sore, so what are you doing texting him back? this never leads to anything but getting back together. then into the same destroying habits that drive you back apart. It was exhausting.

Yes I do. I think about you every fucking day y/n. I miss you.

you stared at the phone, wet lashes blinking for a moment before letting out a soft laugh and joking to yourself. “I’d think about me everyday too..” you stood slowly from your bed, stretching and walking lazily to the bathroom. you stared at the hot water pouring into the shower stall, steam coming back into your face as you picked your brain. maybe it wasn’t a horrible idea, inviting him over. you knew what he wanted as soon as his unsaved but familiar number popped up your screen. he always brought food or bought you food after.. and you were kinda hungry. no harm no foul, huh? you hopped into the shower, letting it run against your skin for a moment. you reached out to your phone, starting some music before messaging him back.

come over <3

before you could change the song and set your phone back down, he had responded.

atta girl.

you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you washed up. not long after, brushing your teeth and putting on some lip gloss. a t-shirt and panties is all you really needed, going to wait for his knock in the living room. you flicked through the music on your tv, the lighting from outside peaking through your blinds to illuminate the sun setting outside. before fully settling into the couch, there's a knock at the door.

you hop up, looking through the peep hole just to make sure out of the 8 billion people it could be it was the one person you wanted. you open the door all the way, watching him stop and utter horror as he saw you standing in your underwear. he lifted you over his shoulder with ease, slamming the door so that no one else were to see you.

“what do you care?” you ask, giggling from his shoulder as he sat two bags onto the floor. you neverminded it, inhaling the new cologne he had on.

“dont start that shit.” he said under his breath, the smell of him came flooding to your nose as he spun to set you back down, hands not being shy about rubbing over your ass as he did so.

“my gorgeous girl..” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, then down the side of your temple to your cheek, then to your lips. something about the kiss was definitely different than most, almost like kissing someone else. you brushed the thought aside, letting your hands intertwine with the back of his hair to pull him closer. it felt like he was almost hesitant to kiss you on your lips, was something wrong? he pulled away for a moment, letting there only be space for words between you two.

“i love you, y/n. i really do fuckin’ miss you..” he spoke in a whisper. you could hardly hear him, feeling him push his now glossy lips back against yours. “workin on it..” he mumbled again, pulling you into his arms greedily as he led you to the arm of the couch just to push you up against it. you smile, giggling in the kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist as you understand what he meant by ‘working on it’.

you pull your lips away, looking down at the hard on in his sweatpants. “you know i love you too handsome..” your hands slide down to his waistband until he stops you, causing you to stop and look him in the eyes.

“no, i mean I'm gonna be your fuckin husband. I love you. i want you to know that I mean it.” he stared at you intently before kissing your cheek, then passionately kissing your lips once more. his comment made you snicker in your head, although you knew how serious he was. you meant it when you said it back, but there are different levels to love. did he really hold you to highest praise like he says he does? if so, why the fuck do you two keep breaking up? you held him tighter, knowing you heard confidence in his voice. maybe he really was serious?

he leans over, lightly pushing you to lay down onto the couch. tongue swirling against your own as rough hands grabbed at your body to pull your chest closer to his. “you smell so fucking good..” he bit into your neck, feeling you jolt into his arms. it made him smirk, feeling you trying to pull him closer as well.

“hun not too v..visable I have work tomorrowww..” you say more as a suggestion than command. he bites a bit harder, pulling away to lift your shirt. he didn't bother lifting it all of the way, putting his head underneath to suck on your soft skin some more. he yanked your hips to his, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it to feel you squirm against his hips. it made you moan, tugging on his hair and smiling through heavy breaths. you grinded against him needily, feeling him reciprocate by humping against your most sensitive parts. he made sure not to be too rough, aiming to grind against your clit slowly. it was about you, he wanted to make that obvious.

"bed, b-bed..please. want y..you in bed.” you whimper, moaning softly and tugging at his hair once more so he'd let up. reluctantly, he pulls away and lifts you back into his arms. he nudges against you as he carries you, snickering at your desperate attempts to grind harder against him as he shuffles his feet a few steps down the hall. he moves the door open with his foot.. the smell of you. he could go on and on about how much he missed it, how much he really truly missed traces of you in his room. he groaned as you kissed down his neck, looking over at your colorful bed sheets before laying you down carefully.

“how do you want it, pretty girl?” he asks, sliding down to his knees and bringing your legs to his shoulders. you look down to see him smiling, trying to decide. you could see hearts in his eyes as he stared at the wet spot in your panties. he kissed up your thighs, looping a finger around the hem of your panties before sliding them off. he left a small kiss on your clit, pulling your hips to his mouth. “after I taste you, itadakimasu.” he mumbled.

“you fucking nerd-ahh! mmhngh..!" you moan out, feeling his tongue swirl around your clit, sucking on it and latching onto you. your back arching off of the blankets not long after, hands tangling themselves into your sheets to hold onto something. you wrapped your ankles around his head, grinding against his tongue as he guided it up and down against your pretty cunt.

he moaned like a man who hadn't eaten anything good in years, bringing your hips off of the bed and forcing your thighs around his head even tighter. you whined, tugging even harder at his hair as you babbled about how much you missed his touch, it's not like you let anyone else touch you. you were having you time.. until today anyway. he smiled, enjoying your praises as he felt you cum against his tongue for the first time in over a month. he couldn’t get over the taste, or the way you smelled. he buried his face impossibly deeper into your cunt, hoping you’d give him more.

“sw..sweetheart, please.!” you tried to nudge his head away, feeling him cling to you even tighter. you laid your head back onto the mattress, moaning louder and moving to cover your mouth. he looked up at you, giving you a minute to keep your hand over your lips before realizing you weren't going to get the message on looks alone. pulling away with a pop!, slapping your clit a few times. “Nu uh. Let me hear you.”

you whine, moving your hands back into his hair like before as he continues. you squirm in his touch, eyes starting to get watery as he draws a second orgasm from you. you shivered against him, feeling him slowly pull away as you calmed down from your high.

“did you decide how you want me?” he asked, looking at your disheveled hair and ecstasy-ridden eyes. he felt his cock twitch st the sight, staring at your chest rise and fall with deep breaths before you answered. he rested his cheek onto your thigh with a smile.

“fuuuck um.. fuck” you laugh, lifting yourself up on your elbows. “i don’t care.. kinda wanna see you..? if thats okay?” you ask, feeling him move your body towards the pillows to lay your head down properly. he slides off his pants and underwear, chuckling softly. “more than okay.” he swiped over his tip with his thumb, feeling how sore it was from being so hard. andmissingyou.

“c’mere..” you mumble, propped back onto your elbows to look at him once more. you glance down, noticing he didn’t have a condom on. which explains the Walgreens bag. he climbed over top of you, glancing down for a minute before lining up to you. his eyes went back to yours before sliding it in slowly. he sighed in relief, moving to lay his head into your shoulder. he groaned as he fit all the way inside of you. your legs wrap around his waist, squirming as you struggled to take him.

“r..relax sweet pea, you’ll break me..” he mumbles against your pretty skin, moving an arm to lift your leg a bit higher. you moan into his shoulder, biting into his flesh and drawing a half moan half laugh from him. after relaxing enough for him to start moving comfortably, you immediately felt him reach deep into you as your hips grinded against each other. you shut your eyes tightly, moaning and whimpering underneath him as he stared down to watch your wet lashes flicker. you left claw marks down his back, causing him to hide his face in your collarbone before moving faster. “nnnn! ‘ts too muhh.. much!” you whine out, looking up into his eyes just to say “p..please don’t stop!” in the next breaths.

he smiled, kissing your cheek and temple. “f..fuck i love you. my girl, my. girl.” he groaned, slamming into you ever harder. you could feel him hit your cervix repeatedly, causing him to draw a 3rd orgasm from you and for your vision to spot. you feel your eyes well up in tears, kissing him sloppily as he slowed down ever so slightly. being close himself, chasing after his orgasm. he squeezed your body tightly as he came, arms wrapped around your torso to use you like the toy you were.

you sigh, feeling your thighs begin to shake. you laughed softly under your breath, kissing his cheek as he nudged into you a few more times. he pulled out, watching his cock twitch over your pretty swollen cunt. he swiped some up with his index finger, bringing it to your lips and watching you clean it with no hesitation.

“good girl..” he grinned, kissing your cheek and moving to get a rag. coming back a few seconds later to see you moving to stand. “what are you doing?” he asked, the blue rag dripping in water slightly onto his hand.

“don't you think we should shower?” you lean against the bed, feeling your thighs shake as you held yourself up. you shut your legs, not wanting your mess to drip onto the floor.

“..you sure you can stand in the shower?” he chuckled, walking over to you and lightly moving your legs apart to wipe you off. you let him do what he's doing, leaning back on the bed before mocking him.

“yes i can, thank you.” you commented, watching him tilt his head and look amused at your response. he put his hands up, stepping back.

“after you,” he smiled, watching you struggle to walk straight at first. you glared at him, hearing his giggles in the corner before walking to the bathroom.

[midnightshindig]

There’s literally zero William fics 😭 Please give us anything you’re willing to write for him 🙏

William Clockwell x M!Reader hcs

For sure!

To everyone who requested something over the weekend or earlier this week, I promise I’ll get to it in just doing some of these shorter ones in between classes

Gonna do some general William hcs and then some SFW x reader ones

Hcs below the cut!

General Hcs

Was a vegetarian for two years of high school before realizing his type is jocks and he can’t eat meat and not eat meat

Puts a lot of pressure on himself to be the “palatable” gay, and spent a few years being the “girls twink best friend” from this, or he would’ve if he wasn’t already best friends with Mark

Is lactose Intolerant, and will eat/drink it anyways, BUT he’s responsible and carries those dairy pills on him

Dude has asthma, but it was wayyy worse in middle school, he hasn’t had an attack in a while but he still keeps an inhaler on him

Type of bitch to talk through a movie AND be playing candy crush on his fucking phone

THIS MAN PLAYS INFINITY NIKKI I won’t hear otherwise

He makes mark make an account and friend him on it, too

HES JUST DEDICATED!!!

He teases Mark for being weird, but its just because he’s a little jealous that Mark can do shit like Like Seance Dog and still pull bitches

Kicks ass at Mario kart and super smash bros

Hc that the reason William knows Amber so well is because she was his beard their freshman year, before he had come out to the whole school

They didn’t date or anything, she was his homecoming date

It was the only way her parents would let her go, with a gay chaperone

Has been sneaking into R rated movies since he was 14, loves horror movies

Not so much after the D.A Sinclair accident

Now he only watches popcorn horror, the really cheesy stuff

His favorite ice cream flavor is probably cherry Garcia

Wears a wife beater and pajama pants to bed, as opposed to Mark who I DONT CARE WHAT THE SJOW SAYS- wears a tshirt and short shorts and William calls him gay for it

He has the bad habit of calling things gay derogatorily, and then impromptu performing that entire speech about why you shouldn’t call things gay by Hillary Durf

Every time. The whole speech.

Every. Time.

Why must Mark be punished for William’s bullshit? What the fuck

William takes Mark to pride with him and then abandons him to people don’t think they’re dating

It’s okay though

Dating Headcanons

Kind of dude who thinks roller skating dates are the peak of romance

DONT get me wrong, he’s romantic.

Like, asked you to prom with a bouquet of your favorite flower and a thing of candy and stuff

Very classic in his approach to things, very “Hey can I take you out Friday? I’ll pick you up at 8”

Likes to make out with you in his car

He has an overbearing father who likes to interrupt you guys at his house soooooo

You get creative

His favorite dates are taking you swimming

Idk he just seems like a good swimmer

Likes to sit on your shoulders at the pool

GREAT cook, makes you food constantly when he has the money

And makes you very fancy cup noodles when he doesn’t

Bc he still needs to treat you, duh

Likes when you give him a shoulder massage, he has tensed back muscles from his heavy backpack

In returns, he’s really good at back massages and will give you them frequently

You have soooo many study dates in your dorm, often with Mark hanging around and venting about superhero stuff

Mark is basically one of your in-laws, and you get well acquainted with his family drama

Williams parents like you so much they put you on their Christmas card

It’s a little wild

Williams really glad though, he really likes you

[mobagehelllocal]

“chain ‘round my neck”

a/n: my wrist won’t let me draw :c but my delusions never end ! bye dont mind that i wrote this ages ago this is inspired by these stupid 22000 yen necklaces. (it is pictured below)

this is dedicated to @hanafubukki my favourite person ever.

warning: possible outdated characterisations (im sorry :c), possible delusional characterisations (im NOT sorry)

when you wonder how you got into this situation, you’ll think back to that one lunch break where you bet ace trappola that he could never plan “the perfect date”.

how unfortunate for you that he took that as a personal insult.

now, here you are: having lost said bet. and by the looks of that insufferable, cocky grin that curled his lips, he knew it too.

the idea of a perfect date was entirely subjective to the people involved in said date. and trappola had not wasted a single moment he had spent with you, to craft something so magical and utterly destructive for you. you.

brunch in a sun dappled cafe at a quarter past twelve (and oh perhaps you grew a little jealous of how the sun kissed the little curls in his hair, the soft squish of his cheeks). then a quick duck into an old time arcade with the sun at its peak, where he proceeded to beat the shit out of you at all the music based games (and you can't really get mad at him when you're a little in lo infatuated with the way he smiles). escaped the arcade near sundown to explore an open market where you spent your thaumarks on little trinkets and street foods (and he gripes and moans and refuses but he holds your stuff and spends a second too long thinking about how the warmth of your hand suffused into your things-).

before finally, he took you home (to ramshackle). hands behind his head with an insufferable, cocky grin on his stupid, smart-talking, clever mouth.

“so, didja enjoy it?”

you bit your lip—did you really want to tell him how well he did, knowing he’d lord it over you for (probably) the rest of your lives? ace smirked at your uncertain expression; his hand lowered into his pocket and fiddled with his final card.

because he wasn’t quite done with you—no.

he was going to get you to admit that he had done a perfect job, and he had planned the cherry on top for your wonderful day.

“maybe.” you managed; he barely held his snort in and you glared at him. cheeks flushed with embarrassment, with the inability to admit defeat… to him, of all people.

“then it’s good I’m not quite done yet.” he watched in delight as your expression changed from indignant to confused.

“you…” you began before he shushed you loudly and gestures for you to turn around. which you did, almost immediately (barely considering how far have you come that you’d trust ace trappola with your back!?).

and with your back to him; he has a second where he loses his breath. because if he were to be honest (and he’s not one for honesty); this part wasn’t really in the plan. he had added it in as a silly ‘heeheehaha’ moment because he wanted to ruin you.

but this would ruin him too; him and all his ‘love is just a pain’ speeches.

but your back was to him, and you’ve already started fidgeting and with every shaky inhale you both make, the awkwardness only lengthened; and he’ll do it just so you wouldn’t ever think (in the future) there was a possibility that he almost chickened out (because he actually was, and fuck why was his hands sweaty, now?).

you flinched as you felt something touch the nape of your neck. in the next second you realised that the featherlight touch is the tips of his callused fingers and in the second after; it’s cool metal—a necklace. your shoulder twitched, but you hold yourself steady. and was it wishful thinking that his hands lingered a second after he fastened the necklace properly?

he cleared his throat and you turned slowly. your hand raised to touch the necklace, fingers fiddled with the pendant that now hung around your neck. every twist of your fingers was in time with the beat of your heart.

“how about now?”

it takes you a breath (maybe two) before you remembered he was asking you about the perfect date. (you were a little lost by how close he was). about the bet. (you were a little lost by the cherry red of his eyes).

you nod, incapable of words that could summarise the internal warring over the destruction of your peace of mind and this overwhelming desire to just—just—

‘if there was nothing left between us then—’

but ace pulls back; and the second that could have been your forever, shatters.

“great.” he grins, hands tucked into his pocket (not at all sweaty, certainly!) “then i’ll expect you to tell everyone i won.”

“… yeah.” because was there anything else you can say to him?

“—see you monday.”

“monday.” you echoed.

and you both turn around; ever more keenly aware of that thing that hangs, that lingers, that remains, that grows, that blooms... between the two of you.

-

"i want to wear his initial "on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck not because he owns me but 'cause he really knows me."

[yerrrrrrrl]

Can I have some Dabihawks headcanons? :3

hi hiii anon ofc u can (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

sorry it took me a sec to respond to thissss (o´・∀・)o i had to check my notes app for all of my ideas for them ;^; but here are a few !!

i'm putting this here bc it was a lot longer than i expected (×_×;)

♡ dabi sneaking into hawks apartment and seeing the endeavor plushie and just being like ( ﾟ□ﾟ)... this is more a joke to me bc i dont think hawks would have it out in the open. he probably keeps it in some old shoe box at the back of his wardrobe. idk if dabi burns it yet. i know a lot of people make him burn it, but i can't put hawks through that, it's very special to him.

♡ they're fluent in every love language, i think. i just see them loving each other in every way possible, i mean, both of them become obsessive. you think they only stick to acts of service ? naur naur naur (ゝω・´★) they might show their love in one way more than the other, but yk they don't completely avoid certain love languages♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

♡ they're ALWAYS watching each otherrrrr i promiseeeeeeee. i've talked about this with @hokusu a lot, haha, but they like each other's quirks A LOT. dabi never thought he would love red again until he realised that he couldn't get those feathers out of his mind. i know he burned him and everything, but DAWG, he's just as tempted to caress and feel how soft they can be.

hawks too, there's no way he's getting the image of blue flames out of his head anytime soon. dabi's flames are very alluring despite how dangerous they are, which makes it very intriguing to hawks, considering his top hero (endeavour) also uses flames. and despite dabi literally learning endeavour's moves (dabi, bro, u never stopped loving your dad), hawks is more interested in the way dabi uses them imo (*ov.v)o. why? i haven't gotten that far yet.

i think this interest peaks when he sees dabi using his flames for more mundane things though, like burning food packaging waste so he doesn't have to touch the bin LMAO who knew dabi didn't just use his flames to burn people ('ー';) it definitely surprises hawks the first time he witnesses it.

♡ i've seen, a couple of times, that hawks (as in the literal birds) don't have the best eyesight at night lmao. imagine hawks stumbling into his room in a type of darkness u can only get at 2am. dabi is "asleep" in hawks' bed. (idk hes probably self reflecting/destructing, yk. no rest for the wicked type of mindset), so adding onto my last point lmao, dabi holds up a small flame so hawks doesn't face plant.

"but hawks' feathers could help him detect any obstacles, yona !!" bro, what if i told you he came back from a long, gruelling, tiring day of heroics. sure hawks is always assessing and watching, but just let him unwind for once-

♡ eating habits. there's a lot to unpack here, so i won't go into too much detail about what i think lolll. but anyway, dabi has an emitter quirk. yk what that means ? a lot of calories are needed !! this has been on my mind a lot.. what im trying to say is that I think that it's a possibility that dabi could eat just as much as hawks. It probably makes him too sick, though and nobody likes throwing up sooooooooo bro has to hold himself back (;´-｀) maybe sometimes he over-dishes when they're together, so whatever dabi can't eat, he just passes it over to hawks who inhales anything and everything.

we all know that if hawks had the choice, he would never stop eating. it's like a.. rengoku level type of hunger, but more silent. so it's safe to say that the fridge is always stacked.

~~~~~~~~

uhm, so i'm gonna stop here... i hope this was interesting to you anon !! and thank you for the ask (ゝω・´★) i appreciate it a lot !! also, sorry if there any mistakes, it's been a hot minute since i've typed this much (×_×;)

[pvnks0ul]

Mean!riri would definitely be the type to tease you till you're a crying mess(literally)

🚥: (18+) spanking, reader crying alot, really mean!riri obvi, wo-manhandling, (cunt),first time smut writing, and some that I probably missed sawry

Mean!riri hovering over you after positioning you to lay face down propped up on your knees. rubbing over the smooth skin that was showing under your lace panties before grieving you with a loud smack on your bottom.

Pushing your head flush into the pillow if you yelped because she didn't tell you that you could make sounds and then landing another one that stung much worst than the first, on the other cheek as discipline.

all you could do was bite your lip, quickly inhaling your squeal before it'd reach her ears and try not to move so much.

She'd knead the sore skin some more before pulling the panties down just to where the round of your ass ends, her eyes instantly catching onto the sight of slick sticking to each of your inner thighs.

Riri wanted so badly to lick some of that up, she could feel her clit jump as soon as the thought had popped into her head but she resisted solely because she knows how much you'd enjoy that and she doesn't want that right now, so instead she dips a single finger between your lips just long enough to bring up some of your slick until you breathed a little too hard, coming out as a raspy whimper

She tsks and roughly pushes you so that you're completely down with your stomach to the bed before flipping you over, her pointer finger still shiny from your juices. You no longer held back your tears as you stared back up at her through your now curly lashes.

She gripped your face, puffin your cheeks out before shoving her finger in, you welcome it with a small squeak, slowly circling your tongue around the long digit, riri shifts in her boxers letting a grunt fall from her, "you're so fucking nasty, baby."

You moan and let go of her fingers with a disgustingly loud pop, a pathetic little pout settling on your lips at her slight degrading, "I'm sorry."

She could only scoff at your response because the both of you knew you were not and would definitely do it again on command.

mean!riri who leans down to finally connect her plump lips with your softer ones and moaning into the kiss when she gets a taste of you even better when it's on your own lips. Your hands make quick work of grabbing the sides of her face and the back of her head, trying to bring her in closer because you just can't get enough, she'd give you a warning to calm down and if you don't she slaps your thigh telling you to shut up when you let out a screech from the pain, before releasing your lips with a single peck and moving her calloused hands up some more.

Riri teasingly circled the outside of your lips blindsiding you when she hikes your knees up till they hit your bare chest, moving your beyond damp panties to the side, so sh could peak at your leaking cunt

rubbing her palm over your clothed mound so it would hit your clit indirectly and you couldn't get off on it, laughing tauntingly whenever you tried to grab her long fingers and slip them under the band of your underwear, not giving in at all and removing them right away.

And if you whine she'd definitely mock you, something about how if you really wanted her to take care of you then you would be begging instead of crying because, "good girls dont cry 'til they get their way, they work for it." she spat at you with venom, your very last warning to straighten up

Mean!riri who really doesn't even give a fuck if you beg cause she'll taunt you even worse for those too, "you keep saying you want me to touch you, baby but, you not saying where.." she sighs and moves your coils out of your sweaty face, finally peering down with a deeply sad facade, "I won't know if you're really committed to this if you can't do that f'me, mama." she said while shaking her head and looking away like she was willing to stop if you didn't start singing her favorite song.

mean!riri who mutters out a quiet, "fuck it" to herself when she's finally ready to give in and fulfill your wishes, her ego hiking multiple altitudes when you spread your legs without her saying so much as a word to you now, all she had to do was slide your panties all the way off, giving your ankle a little kiss before laying down on her belly and rubbing your thighs, kissing down to your open split, blowing cool air onto your puffy clit which caused you to let out a loud mewl of disapproval "fu-uck please riri" You managed to slur out.

Riri smirked up at you, "mmm...how bad do you want me, baby?" she licked her lips trappin the bottom one inside.

"I want you so so bad, ri baby please-" you sounded surprisingly more desperate than you looked- and you looked like an absolute mess, edges flying up like they were a space x project, lip liner smudged, face stained with ruined mascara from the countless tears cascading down your cheeks due to her relentless teasing, you were such a mess, but to riri you were a pretty mess.

She had you right where she wanted you.

Riri cooed at you before bringing your wet cunt closer to her by pulling the front of your legs, "Of course, mama." She practically growls.

"You know, I'mma take care of you, baby."

Running away now- biiiiiiii

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

just did a (spoiler heavy) thread on twitter for everything i loved and hated in sonic 3 so i may as well put it here

id like to say i dont think it needs to be a perfect adaptation of sa2 and i think they were right to NOT do that!!! the most obvious part being presenting shadow as nothing but a threat until the reveal is impossible now, seeing as sa2 is such an astronomically popular game

good: i LOVE how they expand upon maria. in game canon, i kinda hate how shadow and maria have only known each other for like. a few months. a year maybe. my ideal version is super fanfic-y so i think this is the perfect way to do it in a normal, canon-sounding way [tangent: my "ideal" way of shadow and maria in game canon is maria being sent up when she was about 2 and dying when she was specifically 17. this is because it means she still gets to be shadow's older sister and shadow gets to age at a normal rate. literally just because i don't like the idea that shadow doesnt age/ages slowly. so i can draw old shadow weinkly. thats literally it.]

bad: THEY LEFT OUT HER TERMINAL ILLNESS???? idc what you say about how good her story is that's just plain ableism

good: shadow is so good. soooo good. he's so fluffy and cute and pretty. literally the only nitpick i had was "he's a bit too cute because i couldnt find him menacing" but then i remembered my perception of "cute" is somewhat warped lol

bad: literally nothing shadow was just as peak as he was in sa2. only complaint i might have is i prefer his game VAs (other than kirk. kirk i love you and you get too much hate but um. theres way better) but even then i think keanu did a really good job

good: i think gerald was. oh. gerald was alright. it's genuinely so impressive how they pulled off him and robotnik being played by 1 actor like jesus christ!!! and i think the direction they went was good too.

bad: he's annoying and i dont like him and idc it should have been rouge hell i dont even care if rouge is a human to save money it just should have been rouge

good: TAILS IS ACTUALLY GOOD AND IMPORTANT AND I LOVE HIM YAYYYYYYYY HE DOES STUFF HE CONTRIBUTES HEAVILY TO THE PLOT YAYYYYYYYY HES SOOOOO FLUFFY HES SO. TAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

bad: tails they could never make me hate you there is nothing bad to say ❤️ go and eat some mints ❤️

good: I ALSO LOVE KNUCKLES WACHOWSKI!!!!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!! knuckles is so good in this film and because i didnt mention it in the tails part the team sonic dynamic is soooooo good like sonic heroes level good

bad: knuckles they didnt even make me hate you in the knuckles show i just hated everything else ❤️ [tangent: tbf i didnt really watch the knuckles show but my brother did and. ugh.]

good: i love how sonic is in this film like it reminds me of boom!sonic in a way with how he's both slightly less mature than game sonic and also Ready To Kill if prompted. ok maybe him being like boom!sonic is a stretch i just love sonic boom so much

bad: i mean hes kind of annoying but hes annoying in the typical sonic way so i have to excuse it. i do prefer game sonic because he's cooler but movie sonic is cute so yayyyy

good: maddie had a role!!!!!!! maddie!!!! was important to the plot!!!!!!!!!

bad: i dont like tom :(

good: THE STOBOTNIK... POOR STONE OMG... DOOMED OLD MAN YAOI... I LOVE AGENT STONE WITH MY WHOLE HEART LEE MADJOUB YOU ARE AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE

bad: because the parallel is a love triangle from a telenovela it makes eggy and gerald have weird. incestual undertones. probably unintended but it did make me ever so slightly uncomfortable

good: OVERALL this was a brilliant film and i needed my inhaler by the mid credits scene. like i was desperate for the toilet for the whole final act and i SPRINTED to the toilet and back when the credits started because i didnt wanna miss anything

bad: please for the love of god include more women and also if theres any israeli propaganda in future sonic stuff (thankfully not this) i will execute you

theres probably more i can yap about but that's the important stuff i think

[ebonybow]

oh so we can choose which blog to reply to posts from now but im still sending asks from my stupid dead blog. anyway sex pollen scargrian 👀👀👀👀👀👀 if u dont mind

Augh I KNOW pls Tumblr, catch up!!!

I have a whole bunch of this sex pollen written but it's mostly from the start of this year, and it needs some major rewriting because I feel like I didn't have a proper grasp on their voices yet. Premise: Grian falls into a weird spore blossom cave and comes home feeling unwell, and Scar checks in on him a few times, clueless as the sex pollen fever progresses.

Sex Pollen:

Grian’s various pieces of armor are scattered in the hall outside the bathroom, as though he’d flung himself into the shower or bath the moment that Scar had left the night before, though his elytra are neatly hung in their usual spot near the door.

And then, he finds Grian in bed in his room, tucked into the back of the base, bare shoulders peaking out from beneath his bedsheets. The air is stuffy back there, almost muggy with the windows closed, and Grian is asleep face-first in his pillow.

So Scar does the most sensible thing and checks if he’s still breathing, leaning in close.

“Scar,” Grian startles awake and Scar lets out a hoot of surprise, stumbling backward to avoid being headbutted. “Why? What are you doing here? Why?”

Grian's voice is rough with sleep and confusion as he clears his throat, blearily pushing himself into a more upright position in his bed.

“Checking you’re alive,” Scar intones, as cooly and matter of factly as he can. He’s definitely not distracted by just how shirtless Grian is, as he – seemingly self-conscious – gathers his sheets and pulls them close around his torso. 

Grian is– small is the wrong word, despite the height difference. Grian is strong. You don’t haul blocks around for hours on end every day without building some muscle. 

“It’s morning?”

“It’s morning. Your bedhead is adorable.” That’s a normal Scar Thing to say, right? “Anyway, you’re breathing, so. My job here is done.”

Grian's gaze visibly softens again at Scar's flustering, and he slouches back a little bit in the bed.

"No, sorry. Sorry. I'm glad you're here," he says, and it sounds like an admission. He's still so very pink-cheeked, a reflection of the night before, but now Scar can see that it goes all the way down his chest between his pecs. He looks warm. Hot. "I'm glad you checked in on me."

It's like watching glass fog over, the way Grian's eyes cloud, suddenly hazy. He licks his lips.

"You got any water on you?"

"Well sure," Scar says, slipping his pack off his shoulder to rummage through. "Have you eaten? I have, ooh, I brought an apple."

"You brought snacks?" Grian asks, sounding somehow weaker this time, eyes wide and glossy as he looks up at Scar, accepting a bottle of water from him.

"Of course," Scar smiles, and sets an apple down on Grian's nightstand, and a small tub with some watermelon. "Who else is gonna take care of you?"

Grian suddenly makes a strange and very un-Grian noise, like a choked-off whimper, lips parting on an inhale before he bites down on his lip. Of course Scar is staring at his mouth now. Of course he is.

"Uh huh," Grian says, suddenly intent. "Scar, I need you to fuck me."

Had Scar been looking anywhere but Grian's mouth, he may have thought he misheard. Except, he literally sees the words come out of Grian's mouth.

"You- huh. You want me to check that fever?" He says, moving to get up off the bed as Grian's hand shoots out to stop him. "I might have a thermometer back at my place."

"No, Scar, listen."

"You are clearly delirious."

"I'm not. I mean I am, probably, but listen."

It's not hard to break free from Grian's grasp, and Scar takes a step back to catch his breath. The room is stiflingly warm, even more apparent now than before.

"You- you want to take care of me right?" Grian  rises to his knees just to get closer to Scar again, clutching his bedsheets close over his lap to at least preserve some dignity, Scar assumes.

"Of course," Scar says, but it comes out weaker than he'd appreciate. The words have an entirely new meaning now but his answer is still the same.

[kerryshifts]

have the gates of hell been opened yet?

in her eyes…… DESIRE! in her veins…… the blood of a MONSTER!

hi! hello. i’m kerry. short of kerrylyn. but cherry also works. your favourite dead girl. the classic wife-before-dying at the start of a movie. veronica from heathers but with an addiction to coffee and coca cola. and with too many awful jokes who only make her laugh. i have five of the main planets in scorpio (derogatory) and i like to think that this is the reason why i am slightly dysfunctional.

8teen. she / her. bisexual. italian & albanian.

currently: blogging inside a scary looking tree.

the most scorpio to scorpio-ying you will ever meet. my heart is a haunted house. i am the abduction of persephone. a jar full of your core memories touched by meloncholy. a witch of the arthurian legend who confesses her sins at the moon. an hamartia type of character. the embodiment of cherry waves by deftones but you are looking at me on the other side of the road, a bus passes by, and i am suddenly gone. and even if i like to contain myself, i am a bit of a perverted. sorry. flirty, horny, no shame in it. sex, feminism and rock n’ roll.

sharp-tongued. or maybe just sarcastic. the biggest extrovert with introverts. a little unpredictable? eh, depends on the week. full of passion and this makes me insufferable. history lover (hater). i like to say that i love latin, but in reality my teacher traumatised me into hating it. the divine comedy is burned in my soul. i love me some arthurian legends. the odyssey & iliad forever changed my brain chemistry when i was twelve. i am alice in wonderland but i actually smoke. aaaaand i love to write: too many ideas, not enough will to put them on paper. lots, lots, loots of journals that i've been using since i was a kid…..and you can’t go anywhere in my room without seeing a diary.

im the friend who is too woke. no shame in it. &&& here’s a do not interact list: misogynistic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, terfs, support israel, pro sex work, neonazi and nazist, maga, pedos, mormons, conservatives, an anti-shifter, if you use and support ai, you have escorts/porn drs, if you are mean, and if you spread shifting misinformation. also; if you are serbian and you think what your country did to kosovo was right, please choke.

MUSIC , PANTING , CINEMA ….. this is the art of life.

dante alighieri # 1 fan. i’m ellen and he is nosferatu (loving). do i want to be his daughter or beatrice? i dont know. don’t ask. i won’t answer. emily dickinson (im sue). sherlock holmes. francesco petrarca is my man. i want to inhale sappho. alexander the great is my history crush. plato ! ! ! ! (and i can fix him…no really i can) for the giggles, paris hilton for the philosophy. elizabeth grant is my saviour. jesus but not in a christian way and dionysus next to him. i worship lady artemis. lana del rey, nirvana, david bowie, chappel roan, elvis and il genio are my soundtrack. i need david lynch’s mind and to be in a tarantino movie.

kerry core: todd anderson, dead poets society. cecilia libson, the virgin suicides. lisa swallows, lisa frankenstein. laura palmer, twin peaks. ladybird, ladybird. morgana pendragon, merlin. sansa stark, asoiaf. dean winchester, supernatural. jo & amy march, little women. pearl, the x triology. klaus mikaelson, the originals. sirius & regulus black, harry potter.

let’s talk about the love of my life. shifting realities. i was thirteen, scrolling on tiktok, when i saw this ginger guy sobbing about him staying eight months at hogwarts and missing it. CANON EVENT!!! i didn’t even question it. i made a poorly written script, and now here i am. thanking the universe for not shifting to my first dr because…. oh boy!! but, whatever. not important. i want to be immortal! i’ve always been a curious girl sooo……i want to know everything. i won’t hold back; human experiences??? yup. me. i want to feel everything.

i was on a shifting break for over two years….then a certain dude named regulus black had me so obsessed that i decided to open this tumblr account. and take shifting seriously. so thank you mr. black !!!!!

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[onsunnyside]

hey just wanna ask can you pretty pls post something bout like drabble sneak peak anything related to ata ari and starlet on 9th of july 🥹🥹 this day is my birthday and i cant do anything cause half of my friends in out of country or city and my family has their own issues that cluld be a really beautiful birthday present for me ofc u dont have to but anyways i think u get the topic love you and your stories have a nice day best friend

hi bestie dearest, i'm so sorry you couldn't do anything for your birthday 🥺 please know that I'm celebrating for you all the way over here and sending you so much love and sweetness for your special day. i hope all your wishes come true !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!fraternity president!Ari Levinson x omega!activist!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, a/b/o dynamics, assault, power imbalance, violence, misogyny (within a/b/o designations), mean!ari, manipulation, size difference, possessive behaviour, blackmail. mentioned/implied (not on reader): assault (brutal mugging), beating, injuries.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | a snippet of A Tough Act: starlet has the lead role in a performance, but at what cost?

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.37K

𝗔/𝗡 | the masterlist isn’t posted yet, but this is from my new series set in HCV (Howard college verse). here is a special drabble for you, birthday anon. consider it also a snippet/spoiler bc this will be in the fic. it's a part I knew I wanted to write as soon as I outlined their story

You try to ignore him, strangled breaths leave your clenched teeth as you apply lipstick, gripping the tube so tightly your knuckles nearly cramp. You’re fuming, shaking with pure rage as the previous night replays in your mind. 

You didn’t witness the assault, but you watched the video of it, he made you. It kept you up for hours on end, her choked pleas, the awful snap of her leg, and the aftermath of her bloody and bruised face. A lone tear slips from your eye before you wipe it away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction or ruin the makeup that took an hour.

Your bones go rigid as he inhales. 

“How does it feel to be the star of the show?”

The lipstick drops with a clank as you spin around, jabbing a finger in his built chest. “She’s in the hospital because of you.”

“And, you have the lead part because of me.” Ari swiftly replies, blue eyes calmly meeting yours, “When are you going to realize there is no playing nice in your profession. People will step all over you to get what they want, tear you to shreds and spit on your grave. And, you’re worried about some girl?”

The thick false lashes flutter against your cheekbones as you turn away, glaring at the exact replica of your costume just in a different size that fit the other student, the phenomenal actress who rightfully deserved the lead role because of her hard work and dedication. 

Unlike you, who got it because of the terrifying news that shook the entire production. 

“You could’ve killed her.”

Ari rolls his eyes, easily pushing you back until you’re pressed against the vanity. The yellow lights illuminate your frame like the sun. He fixes your headpiece, pink lips draw into a slow smirk. “Don’t be dramatic, starlet, she’ll recover in a few weeks.”

“And probably never come back because she’s fucking scared to get mugged again!”

His reflexes are fast when he slams your raised fist into the mirror, and makeup clatters to the ground as the vanity trembles. The force could’ve cracked the glass, and that plants two seeds into your stomach, one of alarm and one of fury. 

He scowls, his eyebrows low as a dark shadow takes over his eyes. “Her fear is not my problem, and it isn’t yours either. She didn’t care about you when she stole your part—”

“She didn’t steal it.”

“Well, she didn’t deserve it any more than you did.” He slides his fingers between yours, entwining your hands. “You were so upset when you didn’t get it, did you think I’d just let her do that to you? Fuck up all your chances to make something of your life?”

Because fucking up your life was his pleasure, and no one else could take that from him. 

Perhaps you should be used to his behaviour by now, but this was far worse than the teasing, unconsented touching and borderline stalking because that was all inflicted onto you. This time he purposefully hurt someone else and traumatized them for the rest of their life. Heavy guilt sinks deep, reminding you that you brought yet another person into your stupid mess with the Arcadia president. 

“She almost lost sight in her right eye.” You spit, “If you think my career is going to be built on the suffering of an innocent girl—you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Fine then.” He breathes, he drops your hand, stepping back and crossing his arms, his biceps almost tearing the seams of his shirt. “Don’t go on stage, don’t perform the part you’ve thrived for.” His tone lowers to a growl, “See how far you’ll get by being nice.”

Your nails dent the surface of the vanity, red hot wrath burns bright within your chest. You despise him with every cell of your body. 

Ari gestures to the wide-open door, cocking his head tauntingly. “Fucking go if you aren’t grateful for my help.”

You grit your teeth and shoulder past him. When you’re one step away from the doorway, he speaks again. 

“I’m sure the Dean and the police would be curious as to why you never came forward about her assault. After all, you know exactly who did it,” He tuts, “You saw what they did, and you know why.” 

Your feet freeze as a deep thumping fills your head, pounding against your skull and shaking the rest of your body. The dressing room exit is within reach, one more step and you’ll be away from him, and hopefully, never get his cruel help again—but that was wishful thinking. 

“They’d wonder why the great omega rights activist withheld information about the brutal mugging of another helpless, young omega.” Ari appears by your side, his heady scent filling your senses as a sickness takes over, “You’d probably lose your scholarship and all credibility. Think you’ll survive with that on your record?”

You meet his eyes, neck stiff as you read his expression. One quirked brow with squinted eyes, plump lips in a relaxed smile. 

“They’ll never believe you.”

“Won’t they? It’s my word against yours. And you may be a star performer, but you’ll never have what I have—superiority. Your reputation is standing on thin glass, and something like this could shatter everything you have. And those dreams of yours—are just going to be fantasies you’ll never reach. Are you ready for that to happen?”

When you don’t reply, he steps behind you, his firm chest pressing against your back. “The door is right there,” He whispers into the side of your face, lips ghosting your skin, “along with a false sense of independence, and a future you can kiss goodbye.”  

The next few seconds feel like hours when your feet refuse to move, trapping you and your dreadful realization that he’s right. No matter how hard you tried, fought and screamed, you’d never be like him or any alpha. 

He hums pridefully, drinking in your corset-style dress that enhanced your figure, “That’s my girl. I expect a thank you tonight, baby.” 

Your name is called before one of the crew members pokes in, looking startled at the sight of the big alpha crowding your space. He stutters for a moment, wide brown eyes meeting yours, “Uh, curtains in fifteen. Mrs. Aiko wants to speak to you beforehand though.”

And just like that, you can move again. As if the presence of someone else snapped you out of whatever rotten trance Ari put you under. “Thanks, I’ll be right there.” 

The young man leaves with a forced smile and the air feels lighter. You tilt up your chin and step forward, but Ari grabs your arm and digs his fingers into your flesh when you try to shove him off. “I could’ve lost my presidency because of that whore. Don’t disappoint me out there. I’m expecting a standing ovation.” He loosens his hold, settling for bringing your knuckles to his lips, he presses a chaste kiss, lingering for a few moments too long. “Break a leg—”

You scoff at his sick humour. 

“—or don’t, I have no clue what they’d do if both their best performers were in casts lying in the hospital.” He laughs and goes to the door, placing a single red rose on the table, “We’ll be in the back row.”

He perks up at your shock, “Oh, you thought I’d come alone?” He teases, running a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair, “No, the boys love theatre, plus, they want to know if their blood-stained clothes are worth it. Steve was really upset he dirtied that Kappa hoodie from legacy.” 

You can almost hear the vile sounds of fists and feet slamming into the poor omega’s body and her broken sobs. 

Ari disappears around the corner before returning with a canvas tote bag, he sets it on the floor and you can see the familiar red and gold crescent and a few of the stitched letters on the back ‘LEVI—’

“That’s for after the show, and if you do good, we’ll celebrate back at the house and you’ll get much more than just a sweater from me.” He winks, “Best of luck, starlet. Make me proud.”

[tiredmamaissy]

HI ISSYY WISSY JUST A QUESTION DO U THINK WE CAN A LITTLE SNEAK PEAK OF RALAK?????

(btw u dont have to if u dont wanna i dont wanna force take your time and dont stress❤️❤️)

yes ofc my love, sneak peek below the cut:

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Ralaks’ breathing is so heavy and hard that it’s audible – a low, continuous growl rumbling deep in his chest. Hand slowly sliding down your tattoo, he presses the ball of his palm into your pelvis as his thumb caresses your puffy clit. It makes you squirm a little, walls relaxing and contracting around his cock. He can tell that your body is ready for him, pussy producing so much slick it’s dripping onto his swollen balls.

“Please….” You moan softly, trying to grind into him. “Need you so bad, Lak.”

“Tell me what you need, my little paysyul.” He groans, inching closer to your face, hand moving from your clit to cup your breast. 

“Need you… need you to fuck m-me.” Your breath hitches at the last word, body shuddering from the way his slickened, calloused thumb grazes over your nipple.

“Fuck you, hm?” His accented voice is thick with want – with rapacity. He thrusts into you suddenly, knocking the air out your lungs. “Like that?”

“Mmnfuck! Ye-s.” You inhale shakily, nodding reassuringly as you claw at his face to pull him closer to you. He quickly props himself up on both his elbows, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.