#uh uh and last! this is...a tad silly but...

[luca---paguro]

suuuuper experimental luca piece because i wanna get good at backgrounds

[niphix]

𓆩⟡ cupid’s play and forced confessions. ⟡𓆪

﹒⪩ megumi fushigiro.

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫ - now playing “From The Start” // Laufey

warning! all lowercase.

a big, fat crush. that’s what it is.

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megumi isn’t as discreet as he’d argue he is, nor does it take much observation to notice the hearts that practically pepper his dazed eyes whenever your figure enters his sight; or whenever your honey-laced voice reaches his ears.

it was the usual - prolonged stares from across the room, lingering touches when his burning hands graze your delicate ones, sloppy excuses stated messily just to loiter around in your presence a tad bit longer, pink-tinted cheeks from just a greeting of yours that's directed towards him, always keeping you in his peripheral vision on missions and bombarding you with numerous questions regarding your physical well-being; oftentimes followed up by another five million “are you sure you’re alright?”s.

again, it doesn’t take a particularly intelligent person to recognize these signs. on that note, after yuji and nobara catch on, it’s out of the question to keep them from playing matchmaker and meddling in their dear friends' romantic business. knowing megumi all too well to know that their coward of a companion wouldn’t dare make a move, they began scheming together in secret.

occasionally, you’d hear your name being called from afar in a cheery tone by nobara, beckoning you over with a wave and claiming that “fushigiro has something to say to you~!”

you’d turn your head with a smile, seeing megumi's eyes widen for a split second at the girl’s statement, before he’d pinch his nose bridge. as you’d come closer, nobara would suddenly wear a troubled expression on her face, following it up with an anxious “shit-! i forgot i had to be somewhere!” offering no elaborate explanation before running off into the distance, leaving you alone with a fuming megumi.

he’d panic, looking anywhere but into your gorgeous eyes that look at him so sickly sweet. you’d both stand in awkward silence for a few moments, you being completely oblivious to the mess that’s running through the flustered teen’s head; oblivious to how hard he’s struggling to say anything but those three stupid words that he’s terrified of accidentally blurting out. it would be tremendously mortifying; according to him, at least.

at last, he’d finally interrupt the silence. “you... uh━” he’d hesitate, rubbing the back of his neck.

“you did well on yesterday’s mission. good━… good job.” you’d hear him mumble before promptly turning around and escaping the embarrassing scene with hurried steps, stuffing his hands in his pockets to hide the nervous fidgeting he’d pray you hadn’t noticed.

occasionally, you’d be minding your own business while listening to the trio’s banter - yuji and nobara’s, for the main part. you would smile to yourself like a proud parent watching over their silly little kids from afar. you’d momentarily turn your back to the chaotic mess of a friend group, not letting much time pass before you’d feel something - or rather someone - bump into you from behind. it wasn’t a hard hit, just a little nudge, but still enough for you to look back curiously, wondering what happened.

there you’d see a fuming megumi again, eye nearly twitching from anger and rather obvious veins appearing on his forehead. he’d quickly apologize with an ashamed bow of his head, his eyes softening up when he’d look back up at you, hearing your chuckle as you’d claim that it’s nothing to worry about. still wanting to make sure that his name is cleared for you, he’d explain himself hurriedly.

“itadori pushed me… sorry again.” would be the last thing you’d hear from him before he’d run off to chase after a proud and smug yuji, yelling that he’d punch him for real this time.

occasionally, on movie nights where you’d be the last one to enter the room where everyone would be seated, nobara - who would purposefully always sit beside megumi - would scoot to the side, claiming the last available spot aside from the seat that she’d free up by doing so.

nonchalantly, she’d pat the spot that she just left, smiling at you innocently and indirectly forcing you to sit beside megumi who’d be glaring daggers at her; not that he’d actually complain, but it made him nervous.

he’d completely forget about the movie - the movie that he chose - and instead he’d be hyper-aware of how close you were, of how your shoulder would graze his when you’d shift in your seat, of how you’d lean over him to reach for the popcorn that yuji would purposefully hold far away to tease you, and of how you’d slowly doze off halfway through the movie with your head nodding off towards nobara.

his feelings would instantly run loose without a leash. he’d feel jealousy bubbling up in his body when he’d eye your head resting peacefully on nobara’s shoulder, though afterwards he’d quickly slap himself mentally, scolding himself for wishing that you’d sleep contentedly on him instead.

it was torturous.

both for megumi to feel and for his friends to witness. he knew himself well enough to know that he was not going to dare utter a single word about his feelings to you; not on his own, at least.

as infuriatingly awkward and frustrating as it was, half of him was still grateful for the ‘help’ he received from nobara and yuji. the other half, however, wanted to believe that it was just a ‘middle-school crush’-phase that he’d forget and move on from in no time.

but the two cupids would not allow that as megumi now finds himself blindfolded, grumbling annoyed as he lets yuji drag him somewhere.

“this better be worth my time, itadori…”

he groans, sighing and questioning why he’s even playing along to his friend’s antics. after walking for a while, his blindfold is taken off and he immediately recognizes the room number. the two boys are standing in front of your room.

he doesn’t even get a second to ask questions before yuji shoves a bouquet of flowers into his hand, dramatically increasing the amount of questions that stuff his head. yet again, megumi is given approximately zero seconds to act as his eyes widen in pure terror when he sees yuji’s hand knock on your door.

“don’t fumble this, buddy.”

yuji chuckles, his free hand patting megumi on the shoulder. megumi’s pupils are still diluted, his head having processed none of this yet as yuji runs away, disappearing around a corner at the end of the hallway.

god, this can not be happening.

megumi gulps the immediate moment you swing the door open with a heart-meltingly sweet smile, humming a little “mm?”.

his mind goes blank. all the rational planning, what to say, what to do, is thrown right out the window. he awkwardly stands there, the tips of his ears burning bright red and his hand clenching around the poor bouquet.

sweat beads up on his nape while his lips part, trying to come up with something, anything, to say in order to get himself out of this situation with his heart still intact. however, he ends up deeming each possible excuse useless, biting down on his tongue as to hold in the silly words that threaten to spill out.

what is he supposed to do? to say? shit, why can’t he think properly?

“megu…?” you call out in that adorable voice of yours. you tilt your head at him, the inner corners of your eyebrows tugged up as a sweet yet uncertain smile plays at your lips, confusion written all over your face.

still receiving no reply from the stunned and flustered boy, you decide to try making it easier for him, giving him a more close-ended question.

“those flowers are so pretty~! who are they for?” you chirp curiously and point at the bundle of flowers in his hands. oh did you make everything so much harder for him than it already was, just by existing.

nonetheless, he finally gets himself together to hold them out for you.

“they’re, uh━… they’re for you…” he maffles, face burning up. when he finally gathers the courage to look you in the eyes, he instantly melts, seeing the way your face lights up and your eyes practically sparkle, holding galaxies behind them. with a smile, wider than before, you accept the bouquet enthusiastically. you stuff your nose into the middle of the floral gift and inhale the soothing scent.

“that’s so sweet, thank you! why, though?”

that’s when his brain short-circuits, again. for the love of god, can you stop making him feel like a grade schooler again? think, megumi, think. say anything.

“‘cause you’re cute.”

he blurts out, sounding far more confident than he should have been, given his current state of mind. immediately he wants to do nothing more but to crawl into a little hole and cry.

maybe say anything but that, you idiot.

well, now it's your turn to freeze up and stare at him with wide eyes. this interaction is most painful for anyone else to witness, not that it isn’t already awkward enough for the two of you.

“i━… thank you! i think… you are as well…” your voice trails off at the end, but it couldn’t ring any clearer in megumi’s ears.

you think he’s cute? you? he actually has a chance with you? he might as well just pass out on the spot, right then and there.

that thought was enough to give the confidence he needed to place all his bets, going all in.

“let me take you out sometime.” he states bluntly, sounding more like a command than an offer. 

“s━sure…!” you chirp cheerfully, acting as if your heart didn’t just skip a beat and as if you didn’t nearly choke on just the sheer straightfowardness of the young boy’s claim.

and before the tremendously awkward tension can eat away what's left of megumi’s pride - if there even is any - he stiffly turns to his side, once again shoving his burning hands into his pockets as he walks away with relieved steps, letting out a long sigh that he had been holding in. as the realization of the entire situation dawns on him, he groans, hiding his flustered face in his hands while he absentmindedly continues to walk through the hallways.

“good job, fushigiro!”

“shut up…”

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[torchstelechos]

Do yall think about the ending of ISAT in any other characters POV? Cause I think about it so much, that must be buck fucking wild. Like, you get to Dormont after MONTHS of traveling with these people, you're feeling strong, you feel like you have a chance, so yall go separate directions to get everything done before the big day tomorrow and your buddy Siffrin goes to take a nap. You're like, ah! Classic Siffrin, so silly and nonchalant about everything, they never once thought we would lose. What a swell fella :). Then not even a full half a day later, more like a few hours later, he appears out of no where with a fucked up face and starts hitting you exactly where it hurts emotionally. No reason! You didn't do a fucking thing! They just fucking went for it! And now you're pissed cause that was a close friend of yours that you considered family, you're sad, you're mad, you dont understand what happened. You meet up with everyone at the clocktower early because apparently he did that to everyone! So good! Good! It's not just a you thing! You all talk it out and you all agree that maybe you should leave them behind tomorrow if they keep acting like this. Except. Except. They never came to the clocktower, they never came to talk to you about what happened and thats. Not acceptable. You need to understand what happened because after sleeping on it, why did he do that? They wouldn't ever do that to all of you, so something must have happened!

And then a Star appears.

And you learn exactly what has been happening behind the scenes but it doesnt make sense. But you know that your buddy just went to solo the house and you know they arent strong enough to do so, you know exactly what their level and strength and weaknesses are and the King is rock type! He's going to kill Siffrin if you dont go save them! So you start running through the house to go save them while the Star guides you, but the doors are all unlocked. There are ghosts everywhere. The hallways dont make sense. Something is broken, failing, and you are running out of time. so you climb up and up and up until finally you get to the final floor and then to the King's room expecting Siffrin to be a splat on the floor but. He's still alive, theres a chance! So you go and protect them from the King but uh, huh. The King is nearly dead? Siffrin almost solo'ed the King? A scissors type versus a rock type nearly won? And it was only a nearly and not a he won because Siffrin was frozen in time? What???? So you freeze the King, you save Siffrin, but they're injured and sick and have a fever so you try to take them to the head housemaiden to get healed but uh. Shes speaking nonsense??? Utter bullshit. Skipping, repeating, saying things out of order, and then she says you all can go home and everything falls apart around you.

Cause Siffrin? Yeah, your buddy who was being a tad bit of an asshole? And they just solo'ed the bad guy without you? Yeah, he's the last boss you need to beat actually. And they're huge! So big! You get ready for them to fight you, except he. Attacks himself. In front of all of you while crying. He's sad. They're hurting themself. You can not do anything but you start to connect the dots and you figure everything out. Then everything becomes normal again and they say what they wished for and hey! You wanted that too! So you hug them as he cries himself out and all of you are tired. That was a lot. They're craft tired and sick but they're okay. So you're happy and relax. They want to go back to Dormont, so you all go. Then THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE WALTZES OFF ONLY TO COME BACK INJURED TO HELL AND BACK???? He said he was going to go say thanks to that Star person, who you still aren't sure is a person but whatever, and then he comes back exhausted and clearly just used craft after being told not to?

And YOU STILL DONT KNOW HOW SIFFRIN BEAT THAT FUCKER AFTER SOLOING THE HOUSE, OR THE DEAL WITH THAT WEIRD SHADE IN THE SKY IN THE SHAPE OF SOME FUCKING WEIRD LEGUME. WHAT. HOW???? WHY??????????

Anyway I think about this a lot, it must have been a long and confusing two days from their POV

[henneseyhoe]

I JUST READ THE MELO SMUT🥵🥵so good can you do another one we’re he’s obsessed with the reader like he’s always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark

CLOSER.

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.

WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)

Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I can’t keep holding this damn request hostage 😩 so I hope you still enjoy this, it’s LONG lmfao.

Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO

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“Damn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note you’ve gotten this month!” Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. “Girl, stop! It’s not…maybe fortieth” Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. “Like that makes a difference, Y/N. You don’t find this shit kinda..weird?” Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.

“No, not really. It’s kinda sweet!”

“Sweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You don’t think that’s creepy?”

“I dunno. Maybe they shy, Karina”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t trust it, I don’t like it. What if it’s your ex?” Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.

“You are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason haven’t talked in so long, I doubt it. I haven’t even seen the nigga around”

“So? Nothing about me is dramatic, I’m telling you the truth. That’s more than a secret admirer, that’s a stalker”

Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. “Stalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?”

“No, it’s real life. that’s why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakup”

Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasn’t her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/N’s house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasn’t the best with approaching women of Y/N’s caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games that’d usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.

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“Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, Karina! I won’t get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promise” Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/N’s smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those ‘silly little notes’. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be safe” she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didn’t matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldn’t go farther than that, she didn’t need a rebound.

Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didn’t give Karina a plate of her own before she left, she’d complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.

Then, the doorbell rang.

The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.

Knock, knock, knock.

Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.

“Hello??” She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. “Stupid ass kids knockin’ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they asses” She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.

As her eating progresses, she couldn’t help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.

‘Where’s my phone?’

She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldn’t stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.

Her body hit the floor with a ‘THUD’, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.

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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her ‘crazy ass’ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadn’t seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.

The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didn’t see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jason’s dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his ‘helpless whore of a mother’, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.

After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.

Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.

Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the man’s left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldn’t have possibly seen it coming.

“Right out the park!” Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasn’t splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jason’s knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jason’s loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. “I guess this is the part where I run to base” Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.

Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didn’t wanna hear his or anyone else’s mouth.

Then, in Lamelo’s basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.

“How the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?” Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. “You genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?”

Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.

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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. “Look who’s up” Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “I know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? I’ll tell you all that later. But, for right now, we’re gonna celebrate” He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.

Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chair’s own legs.

“I wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new love” He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. “Drink” he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. “Why not? You think I poisoned it or somethin’?” He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I wouldn’t do that to myself, so drink” he insists.

Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. “If you don’t drink, imma just force you” Y/N didn’t budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didn’t drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.

She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “I dunno if you realized yet, but I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who ain’t tied up, I’m the one that could end you like *snap* that” he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasn’t gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldn’t have to. “I know you’re a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didn’t go through all those letters to find out you can’t follow simple instructions, pretty”

Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. “Letters?…You were the one writing those fuckin’ letters?” She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. “Surpriiiise~” he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.

“You’re a sick person” She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, he’d be a Rockefeller. “Everybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of society”

“Jesus Christ” she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didn’t listen. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. “Don’t act so sad. You’re gonna love me…or at least learn to. again, you’re smart”

“I don’t wanna love you. I wanna go home”

“You are home. Don’t be stupid” He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. “You think imma cut you, Y/N?” She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. “You think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?” He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.

“Let. Me. Go”

“Or what?” Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldn’t make out or tell if it was anger. “You can’t do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you aren’t answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and you’re having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling that’s distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your room” he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.

“Would you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidate” the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasn’t even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.

If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.

‘Fuck’

She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.

He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. “Lemme help you wit’ that, ma” Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ‘no’, but he nods a ‘yes’ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. “Go ‘head” He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.

Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time she’d raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon it’d get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldn’t help but look, it was so obvious.

Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. “Speed up” he instructed.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lamelo’s hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.

Feeling defeated, Y/N’s head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.

‘Who could possibly be here? could they help?’

Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lamelo’s face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.

The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.

As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. “Roommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, ma” He praises, standing from his crouching position. “I think you deserve a treat because of that”

Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.

‘Please, please, please’

She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.

She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. “Run pretty fast for someone who’s been tied up for hours” He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldn’t believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didn’t budge once.

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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldn’t stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didn’t get to him first. “Stop..” She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.

Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didn’t want and didn’t expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.

He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadn’t even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.

Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didn’t even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.

“Good girl…” he rasps.

“It’s so fucking deep” She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldn’t tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadn’t had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lamelo’s tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.

“This pussy grippin’” Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.

“Yeah? You like it?” She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.

“Mhmm, fuck” He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.

“Call me daddy”

“Daddy!”

“Yeah, what’s my name?”

“Daddy! Fuck!”

“You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas” he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.

He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.

Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.

He didn’t hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.

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[pumpkinstrawbrew]

me when i finally have my proper off days : why yes, out of all my wips, i certanly must finish this one. 🐾

...

(this thingy was sitting in my drafts for like, 3 months by now. an' after a long working week, i decided that i need to finish it as a treat to myself. the horrible goblin men can be a cute meow-meows too. for me they are at least.

but uh, admitingly there isn't much thinking process behind this one lol. aside from the fact, that after drawing them with cat features, i decided to draw them as actual cats too. so i lowkey designed the cats, i suppose. or well, at least i gave them some small things that would make them a bit closer to their human counterparts.

like, jack canonically have a bit of hair on his chin, pretty much always. my dude has no idea how to shave cleanly *crime master never taught him that skill, i guess* so i draw him those uh, lil hair on his chin as a cat too, but this time, its the whiskers. an' jon is always covered in hay, so as a cat, he might as well be covered in that too. prob bc he hunts mice in the hay all the time.

as cat people, they are like, pretty much the same men, when they're just men, without cat stuff. it's just that jon can get a tad upset, when batman calls him a 'bad'. an' jack constatly hears from flash, that this time he will put him down for sure *he never does* also look out for those claws. they are sharp!

anyways, here my nonsense as last post for this month. an' hopefully, a small charm for good luck. gotta just create silly stuff like this sometimes. an' i also wanted this to be a bit of a callback to the first time, when i drawn them together *even if it was a different jack*, both in colors an' poses. it was the second art, which i posted on this blog [waves hand] kinda a sentimental thingy, but i just wanted to do it.)

[fishsticksloser]

Can I uh request a uh-

Future Donnie x Reader where it's like they're trying to be sneaky about their relationship but everyone knows but likes playing a game of 'do they know that we know' or something like that idk how to describe it. Just for silly little haha-

Secret Secret

F!Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, "secret" relationship, kissing, conspiracy, angst (in Leo's part)

A/N: This is so fun... I might have to make a bot based on it just for fun. The ending kinda sucks, but I like the rest of it.

You and Donnie had started dating, but both of you decided to keep quiet about it. Not ready for the Hamato family to find out about this. So you both agreed to keep it quiet. What neither of you knew was that everyone knew. While you two stayed friendly — maybe even a tad hostile since everyone believed Donnie didn't like you — in front of others, everyone still knew.

Mikey finding out:

Mikey had been walking down an empty hall, you were walking a ways in front of him. He saw someone reach out and pull you into a dark room. Mikey felt worried and went to see, but what he found shocked him.

Donnie had you in his arms, lips to yours. Mikey's eyes widen and he turned and left quickly. He was shocked. Truly. Mikey went to his other brothers, his father, April.

Should he say something? Should he tell them what he saw?

Mikey did. He told them all, but they all teased him. Donnie in a relationship? They honestly believed Donnie didn't like you, so they brushed it off. Still... Mikey knows what he saw.

Raph finding out:

Raph went to talk to Donnie, making his way to Donnie's lab. He didn't think much about it, just walking in. You were just leaving, but something about it was weird.

"Oh hi, Raph!" You say cheerfully as you leave. He saw marks on your neck. They looked fresh, like they'd just been put on your neck. Raph nodded and moved to Donnie's desk. The look on Donnie's face, the few marks on his neck as well.

Mikey was right.

April finding out:

She was going to Donnie's room to watch Jupiter Jim: Pluto Vacation 4 like they always did around this time of year. When she got to his room, he was already waiting. He had a new blanket, one that she'd only seen you use.

April was a little suspicious, but she decided not to say anything yet. She sat next to him after putting the movie in. She watched him in the corner of her eyes as she sees him snuggle into the blanket more.

She has a suspicion that Mikey was right.

Finally, Leo finding out:

Leo heard all about everyone else's run ins with the truth, but never believed it. Why? Donnie is his twin, he'd surely tell Leo, right? They always told each other stuff. Donnie was the first person Leo told about his crushes, his dates.

Yeah, Donnie and Leo argued a lot, butted heads a lot, but they're still twins. Donnie is still Leo's best friend, did Donnie not feel the same?

Leo wanted to go talk to Donnie about these rumors about you and his twin. He wanted to know that he was still close to Donnie. So he made his way to Donnie's lab. He stepped inside and froze before stepping back out and pressing his shell to the wall next to the lab's door, breathing heavily and really confused.

What he saw?

You and Donnie. That seems normal, right?

But Donnie picking you up? Donnie putting you on the desk while your hands slid down his natural shell?

Leo couldn't believe his eyes. He kind of wanted to erase what he just saw. He stood outside the lab for a little, trying to make sense of it. Trying to rationalize why Donnie hasn't told him.

Maybe it's new! Maybe you two just got together in the last hour or so and... Are currently making out in Donnie's lab. Which Donnie would never allow unless it's really serious.

So Mikey was right. You two were dating. And have been for at least 6 months now, but from what he saw, Leo believes it's been longer.

When you finally told the Hamato family:

You weren't there, having a patrol to do, but both of you had agreed to finally tell Donnie's family. Still a bit hesitant though since both of you knew everyone would lose their minds over it.

So at dinner one night, everyone was laughing and talking. Playing games and such with each other. Then Donnie just blurted it out, but no one really reacted.

"Um... Y/N and I are dating." He said again, a bit louder and really confused.

"Oh yeah, Dee. We all know already." Mikey smiles and pats Donnie's shoulder. The others laugh and smile, giving Donnie a small congrats.

That's it? Donnie thought. The most socially awkward brother has a partner and they somehow all know? No. We were careful. We made sure...

Donnie looked at his family and they all saw his face. His brothers paused and sighed. So they told Donnie how they all found out.

[y2katsuki]

shy!konig x bold!reader

short drabble - 703 words (i will be making a masterlist as i update more)

that one tiktok sound heh :)

sorry for the delay, i was finishing my application for my master's program (pls...i hope i get in) and i got really sick, but i'm feeling better now.

you walk down the halls of the barracks, looking for one person. you had always had your eyes on the big fella when you got contracted to work for kortac. it was difficult to break his tough shell but you managed. you thought your feelings were one-sided until you noticed him staring at you more often. the one clue that gave it away was that he always managed to slip away from you, ignoring you and making silly excuses to leave.

konig on the other hand was avoiding you all day. it was the team's day off, which meant one thing. you were in search to find him. he didn't know whether you truly liked him or liked to tease him. he didn't mean to fall in love with you, but you were the first person to ever come up to him and talk to him. most people tend to stay away due to his quiet personality and big frame. as much as he would like to sit in the same room as you and stare at your beautiful face, he couldn't. you always sat next to him, teasing him and making conversation. his heart couldn't handle it. he thought he found the perfect place to avoid you, the messy hall, the one place you hated to go. but at last...he was wrong.

"so konig, what do you have planned on this lovely day?" you sat right across from him. as you looked at him with your beautiful eyes.

"uh...nothing much. and you?" he cleared his throat, trying to avoid from tripping on his words.

"well...i was hoping you would spend time with me." you gave him a pretty smile as you leaned in closer.

you watched as he picked up his water bottle, noticing how it shakes a tad bit. your eyes never leave his face, as he nervously looks anywhere but you.

"why are you avoiding my eyes, konig?" you leaned closer, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"i...um...i'm not?" he says it as a question before finally meeting your eyes as his heart beats fast in his chest.

"there's thoses pretty eyes." you teases. "so how about it? wanna spend your day off with a lonely gal." your lips curled up into a teasing smile.

"a-are you joking?" he asked. throughout his childhood, many people would like to invite konig to hang out only to ditch him. he would really hate if that was the case with you.

"oh come on, i'm not playing any games with you, am i?" you leaned closer, noticing how his eyes start to wander again, nervously.

"heh," he lets a nervous chuckle, "not any that i know of..." he rubs the back of his neck, nervous that you are looking right through him.

"you see so nervous...what's the matter?" you grab his hand that sat on the table. his eyes shoot down to see your hand grasping him and before he can think he lets out a nervous laugh. "what's so funny, konig?" you say with a teasing smile.

"no nothing." he can hear his blood pumping in his ear. he looks at you one more time before finally falling into your antics. "uh, sure. i would...e-enjoy to spend my day off w-with you." he avoids your gaze once more.

you leaned closer, your face mere inches away from his. loving this nervous demeanor of his. you had a big goofy grin on your face before whispering, "it's a date." you leaned back, standing up as you looked at his red face. "let's go." you held your hand out for him to grab.

he still can't believe someone like you could possibly like him, yet you finally crack his shell. he grabs your hand and lets you pull him away. everyone eyeing the big austrain man being dragged by your smaller frame like a love-sick puppy.

it’s been since about 3 months since that interaction. konig blushes every time you bring it up. you two were happily together. it took awhile for konig to finally accept that you really liked him back, but he was the happiest he’s been.

even if you still tease him on the regular, but he just allows you.

[piggyinthesea]

Lest You Feel My Wrath mv1

for those who ache for max verstappen

part one, part two.

Her mind pondered the question - who is Max Verstappen? Was it the sweet boy she once knew? The one who harbored her heart and held her dearly or was it the one who had affiliations with women despite pursuing her, ultimately using her like the rest?

Life went on without him; he realized. Despite the numerous texts and calls he had left her since her departure, he heard nothing but silence from her. She refused to dwell on it further and held nothing but pity for herself- falling for yet another empty facade.

Her career had her main focus with all the extensive traveling needed. She had conducted interviews for various other sports ranging from football, futbol, and baseball. She had a variety of information for each, further enhancing her career. It had been 2 weeks since their last encounter, and though it was inevitable, she was called back for another racing interview. She was a tad bit nervous, however, there were no promises she would even be interviewing him again. Thankfully.

She had been assigned to interview the p1 racer, the same as last time, and she wondered if he would end up in that position. It was silly - there was no need to be thinking about him. It didn’t matter whether he’d place first or last, she’d remain professional.

Arriving slightly late to the race, she was forced to indulge in the event, unluckily for her as she held no real interest. It turned out not to be quite bad; though the loud tires burning the ground as they drifted did not soothe her ears. For a minute she was actually interested, two cars- Red Bull and Ferrari battled at the last few kilometers of the race for first place. It was intensifying. The uncertainty of the final results held many people on the edge of their seats.

Alas, Ferrari secured first place, and she took notice of the man she’d be interviewing shortly- Charles Leclerc. After a few minutes of reviewing her questions, a sense of unusual nervousness bubbled in her stomach making her unsure of herself but after a few deep breaths, she gained her confident alter ego and walked to where the man had been sitting.

She wastes no time and immediately fires, “Hello, Charles Leclerc, it’s clear from today's results that your team has done something to improve your car and the performance overall. What do you think they did differently that helped your success?” Her voice is enchanting, almost seductive, and it draws him closer like a moth to a flame.

His allure captivates her, drawing attention with an undeniable charisma that resonates beyond physical appearance. It’s unfair to deny the man’s beaut, though that didn’t stop the career-driven woman from doing her job. His head tilts, unconsciously flexing his jawline, as his mind builds a response to her question.

“Well, uh, it was a tough race with Max constantly at the rear of me but I think our team’s strategy improved significantly. Having pole position also helped tremendously but there was also a variety of different things such as our new tires the team designed.” He maintains eye contact throughout the conversation, never once breaking.

“Fantastic. And what do you think you did differently than the other drivers that earned you first place?” By this point the background became busy with drivers, each having mini-interviews of their own.

“Honestly, I think it was because out of all the drivers, I got the least penalties which I believe that if Max hadn’t received that five-second penalty in the 45th lap he would have overtaken me.” His voice held an attractive accent, and it only accentuated the gaze he held on her. His eyes remained on her, stuck like glue until they quickly and subtly glanced down her lips. It was nothing, really, she concluded. Yet the tension rose impossibly higher, as a certain man behind Charles took notice of her. She took a quick peek at Max, feeling caught as his eyes laid on hers.

Max enveloped his on-track rival with an arm placed on his shoulder whilst his gaze remained fixated on her. Charles's eyes crinkle at the corners as he turns toward Max, his friendly smile revealing a hint of warmth that resonates in the sparkle of his hazel eyes. The ambient light plays on the subtle contours of his face, highlighting the easygoing charm etched in every line.

“What’s up man, great job!” Max reaches toward the palm of Charles's hand, clasping him in a loud handshake.

“Hey, mate, hard luck. Tough race.” Charles replies, hinting at the second-place result.

“Yeah man, I had trouble with the steering and uh, you know it was not hydraulic it was kinda stuck, so I couldn’t turn properly in those tight corners.” Max felt odd, knowing she was watching the race and first handily witnessed his mistake. He felt the need to defend himself, as if he was subtly saying, hey it’s not my fault this happened.

“I see, I kinda thought you were cause you know in the 32nd lap your car did a weird swivel.” The cameras were still rolling, catching a glimpse of the rival’s friendship off the track.

She cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable, before interjecting, “Now that we know what happened in between those moments, Charles, is it possible the next race might not be so different from today’s results?”

“Well, if you’re my interviewer next race I sure hope so” he nervously laughed, “But in all seriousness, I think we have a very strong chance at placing first place again- that is if everything goes well in quali.”

She ignores his subtle flirt along with the quick mischievous glance Max gave Charles. In the expression Max held at Charles, all animosity was cleverly hidden underneath a thin layer of surprise.

“Well, that seems to be the end of our interview. Thank you again for meeting with me.” The cameras shutter off, and the empty bright lights that contrasted their cheekbones turned off, leaving them in the dark light of the night sky.

As if synchronized, the two men peel themselves away and step towards the barrier that separated interviewers from drivers. An uncomfortable look was shared between the drivers, both pausing, as they realized they were headed towards the same person.

Max takes advantage of the opportunity, moving past Charles, and passed swiftly over the other interviewers while gaining her attention.

He catches up to her, forcing her to turn his way with a gentle grip on her wrist, “Look, what happened last time was a misunderstanding. I want to explain this in more detail, but privately. Just know that woman isn’t my girlfriend nor have I had any relations with her in months. It was just as a surprise for me like it was for you.”

Her stare is nonchalant, with hidden emotions in her eyes, the silence adds a rift of tension in the air. “Okay. I guess it was unfair of me to not give you a chance for an explanation, I’ll text you later.”

She turns to leave, but is once again caught in his grip.

“Also, don’t fuck him.” His voice is in a hushed whisper and knowing her, he knew she would have something to retaliate, so he swiftly left her as quickly as he spoke.

The “him” in question stood back, with kind eyes, and endearingly stepped forward - tapping her gently on the shoulder. He held his hands back, like a prisoner.

“Hello. I’m Charles, I had no idea you had relations with Max. I actually came to you for your number - but you’re already taken unless, I stand incorrect?” His impression comes out as formal, way too formal, but before any of that comes to mind she finds it ridiculous how he still introduced himself, knowing she had just interviewed him.

“Oh, no Max is an old…friend. We’ve just recently come in contact again. Besides, he already has women lining up at every corner I bet.” Her tone has a hint of malice, though falling undetected by the man.

His face seems to ease up, “Well, I’m sure they’re not as beautiful as you. Hope I’m not being too forward but any friend of Max is mine’s as well, would you like to exchange contact information?”

The compliment flies through the air, lingering and creating a sense of potential romance. His request is kind, and she finds herself speaking before she thinks. “Yeah, sure. Let me grab my cell.”

A couple of interviewers notice the interaction though the cameras were too large to shift through the crowd, it remained undocumented. As they exchanged numbers, her eyes fell toward his hands, noticing the veins that bulged out.

“Good luck on your next race, hopefully, I’m called to interview here again.” She’s genuine with her words, a trait that Charles finds himself admiring. He bids her farewell, silently wishing he’d seen more of her.

Hours later, she had forgotten about her well-needed conversation with Max. He wondered if she remembered, so he took the initiative and began writing up a text message for her. It was simple and straightforward.

Hey, can we have this talk in person?

A soft ding interrupted her current research - she set herself a goal for learning more about motorsport. With the company’s credit card, she rented herself a room at a lavish hotel in Japan - where today’s race was held. It was late, and there were barely any cafes or spots open, so she texted him.

Okay, I’ll send you the address to my hotel room. Unless you know any spots that are open at this hours.

Within a few moments, he celebrates a victorious moment as the address of her hotel room is sent. He took a while to get there, due to the large line for Chinese takeout. Nervously, he stopped for a moment as he stood in front of her room door.

He sees her, and it’s comforting seeing her in something other than her work uniform. It gives him a sense of warmth knowing he knows this side of her. The silence is intimidating, and even as he’s invited in, neither of them had spoken a word.

He settles on setting the food by the small two-person table. She sees her food, and it was her go-to order when the two of them were idiotic 16-year-olds. This simple act triggers a memory, forcing her to accept the long past they have.

“Okay. Let’s eat while I explain, is that okay?” He’s displaying effort. His words hold a certain edge as he settles himself on the wooden chair.

Her silence speaks volumes; it shows just how unwilling she is to listen. Her fork twirls around the orange chowmein, it’s cheap, but it’s her comfort food ergo making it priceless.

“So, the woman you heard was someone I used to have a thing with. We were never dating, but we were seeing each other for a couple of months before I ended up breaking it off. She randomly came to my hotel room- which I didn’t even know she had. I’m sorry you found out that way, I can see how it would have upset you, but I didn’t know she’d show up.” He watches as she enjoys her food, subtly making expressions (he managed to catch) at his words.

His words hung loosely in the air as the silence ate him up. Nothing but the soft munching was heard from her. Moments pass by, and he aches for her response with each passing second.

“Charles asked for my number.”

It caught him off guard, and he halted chewing his orange chicken, seemingly processing the weight of her words. He swallows, but it isn’t just the orange chicken that’s a bit distasteful.

“Do you like him?” He dares. His eyes seem to dart everywhere but her face, not yet ready to read her expressions.

Her tone is questionable, “I just met him.”

He finally reaches her gaze, unreciprocated, the way she’s too focused on her meal bugs him. He clears his throat, “Did you give him your number?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” His response is quick, he barely gives a moment for her to finish speaking. Max questions whether it’s the conversation making the food taste displeasing, though apparently, the food is not nearly as bad as he’s making it out to be judging by the fact that her plate is almost half empty.

“He was nice. He implied I’m his friend now.” It’s uncanny the way her voice remained calm as if she didn’t know the effect they had on Max.

“You’re not.” Max's retort held a tinge of bitterness as if the idea of Charles claiming friendship triggered an unexpected chord within him. The tension lingered, accentuated by the contrast between her nonchalant tone and his blunt denial.

She raised an eyebrow, a subtle challenge in her eyes. “Oh, really? What makes you say that?” Her calm demeanor seemed to provoke rather than pacify the growing tension.

Max sighed, his frustration palpable. “You can’t just declare someone your friend, it doesn’t work that way. He probably just wants to bang you…” The last words were muttered, barely audible, yet she caught onto them.

Her eyes narrowed, a mix of surprise and irritation flickering across her face. “Max, seriously? You think that’s all it is?”

He avoided eye contact, a discomfort settling in. “I’ve seen it happen before. Nice gestures leading to ulterior motives.”

She leaned in, her voice firm. “Not everyone has the same intentions. Maybe he’s just being friendly without expecting anything in return. Or maybe, it’s the chance that he may actually want a relationship that gets you upset. The fact that we won’t have the chance to have the same relationship we had in our teen years. We both know that relationship wasn’t sustainable.”

“Yeah, because you left.” Max’s response was filled with bitterness, a subtle hint of resentment.

“Max, I had to! You knew the situation I was in, are you honestly going to hate me for that?” Her voice raised volumes, intimidating him as he unexpectedly came in contact with her wrath.

He twitches slightly, feeling a sense of regret from his words, “I’m sorry, no I don’t hate you. But it changed everything. I had to pick up the pieces, I was hurt.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair - a sign of stress Max noticed, “I wish I had a choice. I never wanted to hurt you, you were the only thing that I loved. It was just a difficult time.”

“It’s okay, we met again, didn’t we?” His words offered a fragile calm that quickly settled into the lingering tension air. The possibility of something new brewing for them skyrocketed Max’s hopes.

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

I don't deserve you, you deserve the world-Kazuha X reader flufftober day 12

Everytime that i miss you I feel the way you hurt T/w- mention of kazuha trauma, implied death of a friend, comfort tho summary- Kazuha love you, but couldn't imagine himself being good enough for you

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You were just the embodiment of perfection, Kazuha could hardly keep his eyes off you. Well no one could, you always had someone around you whether you wanted it or not. Someone who wanted to be your friend, or wanted your affection, and others wanted other things. Kazuha just wanted you to look at him, not even as a lover just as someone. But you were too wrapped up in your own little world most of the time, too busy to even notice the blonde-haired man.

He didn’t dare approach you, he didn’t want to get rejected. He didn’t want to get close to you then just as he felt happy, lose you. Just like last time. It's hard healing from trauma espically if it was a loved one. It can hurt a lot, even if you just think of them for a spilt second.

Months later Kazuha finally had the guts to approach you, you were happily sitting in the library reading something on your laptop. He politely tapped you on the should and said, “Hello Y/n mind if i sit here?

“Sure kazuha.” You flashed him a warm smile, which made his cheeks turn red. And you knew his name! He was the happiest he’d been in months.

“So, uh what you reading?”

“Oh, just some… school stuff.” Obviously a lie but he wouldn’t push further. 

Silence fell between you too, causing it to get a tad bit awkward. Kazuha couldn’t help but stare at you. Taking in your beauty, how you sat there taking in all the words on the screen. How you seemed so invested, how your eyes flickered from one end to the other. You looked up at Kazuha meeting his eyes, which made you both look away with red staining each of your cheeks.

"Y/n, are you seeing anyone?" Casually, Kazuha tried to hint at wanting to get with you.

"No not really, but I do have my eye on someone." 

"Who may that be?"

"Take a guess." 

So he named everyones except his own, Xiao, wanderer, heizou, Venti. All of the anemo boy, except himself. You note this and respond; "You missed one silly."

Suddenly it made sense, it was him. You liked him. Just like he liked you, he couldn't contain his excitement at your answer.

"M-me?"

"Of course who else?"

Kazuha felt like the happiest man in teyvat, he asked if he could kiss you (cause consent is the best we love that). You were a little stunned so you only nodded. His kisses were soft and gentle, like you were almost too fragile to be in his arms. The way his lips pressed against yours was like heaven.

"I don't deserve you y/n."

"All good things come to those who wait."

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@pandragonsoul

[gaycethecard]

TW: Human trafficking, pedophilia

Okay, I need to do a silly rant RRRRIGHT NOW!!!!!!

LET'S BE HONEST HERE! AMERICAN MCGEE'S ALICE AND ALICE MADNESS RETURNS ARE THE MOST UNDERRATED GAMES IN EXISTENCE!

Just think about the games. Ama has amazing gameplay and it's actually decently difficult (or maybe I just suck)! Amr has SO MUCH lore abt Alice!! Like it actually explains her backstory and it shows how the fire actually happened! It kinda confuses me why the cat caused the fire in the first game, but maybe it's trying to show that Alice wasn't sure what happened and she just assumed it was the cat and since I'm assuming she was a kid or something when this happened (because of the fact she was reading Alice in Wonderland), so she wouldn't fully remember what happened. Also, the asylum was having her forget about her traumas so her memory was a bit different. She started realizing the truth in the second game. Like how she was like "Wait a minute, Dinah was in my room! So how could she have started the fire?" LIKE OMGG!! Honestly, Dr. Bumby was a good villain for the story. I think since this was the 1800s, women didn't have a lot of rights and they were treated VERY badly by everyone in society, so I think human trafficking would be a lot more common. It'd make sense for a villain in that type of game to be a trafficker. I think both games are also just beautiful. Amr especially. The visuals are just AMAZING! It gives such a weird but soothing feeling. Same with the OST! I don't know what it is, but the Vale of Tears makes me feel so calm and relaxed. Ama's OST is also BEAUTIFUL! Like, have you HEARD Wonderland Woods?! Literal masterpiece!! It gives you an eerie but nice feeling!! But some are a tad bit spooky. Like the song that plays in the chess map.. If you play that, I am RUNNING away. LIKE OMG?? It's so CREEPY!! LIKE THE BACKWARDS HOG?! NUH UH!! And don't even get me started on Time to Die... IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SCARED BUT IT'S SO FITTING!!! For those that don't know, Time to Die plays in one of the last parts of the game. You're at the Queen of Hearts' castle. Looking for her throne. Her card guards are chasing after you, trying their best to murder you. And when it's quiet and you can just hear the OST.. IT MAKES SENSE!! IF THAT WAS YOU, AFTER YOU DEFEATED A BIG GROUP OF GUARDS, YOU'D BE UNSETTLED!! SCARED!! ON YOUR TOES!! AND THAT'S WHAT THAT SONG MAKES ME FEEL!! IT ALL MAKES SENSE AND IT'S ALL SO POETIC!! LIKE I THINK THE MAIN MESSAGE OF AMA IS THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO LOOK IN YOURSELF TO FIND THE PROBLEM! BECAUSE THE FINAL BOSS WASN'T EVEN THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, IT WAS ALICE HERSELF!!!! LIKE SHE HAD TO DEFEAT HERSELF TO FIX WONDERLAND!!! IT'S JUST SO AMAZING!! Also, just a little comment.. ALICE SLAYED WHEN SHE PUSHED BUMBY INTO THAT TRAIN! He honestly got what he deserved. That nasty pedophilic asshole. I think the main message of amr is to be careful who you trust and surround yourself with. I mean, THINK ABOUT IT!! She worked with a HUMAN TRAFFICKER!!! I also think it sends a message that justice is always possible no matter what. There's always a way to avenge somebody or something even if it's a bit immoral. Overall, I LOVE THIS GAME!! Sorry I ranted this much! This was like the first game I fell in love with in 2012 or 2013 I think!! BYEE!! :33

[jaylienpotter]

October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

[rizykim]

Rooftop | Yang Jeongin

Paring: Highschool! Jeongin × You

Summery: It was the day before valentine's and Jeongin wanted to confess to you early,knowing very well he'd get a lot of attention on tomorrow and that he wouldn't get a chance to confess.

Word count:

Warning: Fluff,a tad bit angst (?)

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

"Hey, don't worry you got this...you can do it aight?" Hyunjin encouraged his friend lightly patting his shoulder as they were leaning against the building while they talked.

"I-I don't know...What if she doesn't like me back? What if I get rejected" Jeongjin doubted himself.

"And what makes you think that? I bet you can do better than Jisung proposing his gal last valentine by writing it on her locker which led him with not just a hard rejection but detention as well" He reminded of how less silly Jeongins confrontation would be and how it wouldn't be that bad.

"You're right...I should get this over with soon before tomorrow" He said taking a deep breath and pulled out the small lilac box out of his uniform jacket. Holding it in his hands while he looked at it with determination to give it to ___.

"That's the spirit. Now get that girl before someone does!" Hyunjin said and Jeongin started to run,looking back at his friend who smiled and gave him a thumbs up giving him more courage.

After a while of asking around everyone for where she is-since she wasn't in her regular lunch spot nor her classroom,he looked everywhere but couldn't find her. When he came across ___'s best friend.

"Hey Nat! Over here!" He called out gaining her attention who was with his boyfriend,Minho.

"Oh hey Jeongin,what's up?" She asked with a smile,he glanced at her boyfriend who also gave a smile and spoke.

"Yeah um did you see ___? I can't find her anywhere" He said looking around the area to find her maybe but still couldn't.

"Oh she went to the rooftop to get some peace" She replied.

"Kay thanks Nat! Bye!" He said waving off and entered their building,reaching to the stairs.

"Phew, finally" He said panting at the sudden rush of steps and opened the door few seconds later. Opening it to see the girl he had been looking for being there in a tranquil atmosphere.

With a deep breath he quietly walked towards her,resting his feet next to her as he observed her face. She had her eyes closed with her head up in the sky,breathing ever so slowly calming her nerves. Her hair wavering in the wind as she stayed calm.

Jeongin took another breath trying to make his heart slow down from thumping so fast against his chest which made his hands start to sweat.

'This is your only chance...' He thought and looked forward gathering up the courage to speak.

"H-hey..." He said waving his hand at her in a hi even though she couldn't see it. She fluttered open her eyes catching a glance at the surprising appearance beside her.

"Oh hey Jeongin! What brings you here?" She said chuckling with a smile. He could swear he felt his heart accelerating even faster to the point he was worried she'd hear it.

"Uh well...I just...um..." He scratched the back of his head,looking around to avoid her eyes as he tried to make out the words he wants to say "The weather up here is really nice isn't it?" He said out of the blue.

"Hm,it is..." She looked back up at the sky for a moment before sighing with a hint of sadness that lingered on her lips in a frown.

"Hey... anything wrong? You look upset?" He asked noticing her expression.

"Oh well... it's just...that..." Another sigh escaped her mouth "Nevermind, it'll probably sound stupid to you" She said laughing sarcastically.

"No, it's okay you can tell me-that is if you're comfortable with it"

"It's never stupid about anyone's sadness you know? It's okay to have bad days too,cause soon the happy moments will come back soon... especially if that person is a good one...like you..." He ended his last words looking over at her with a smile on him. A genuine smile he meant with the things he said. ___ smiled along with him for his kindness of consoling her even when he doesn't know her reason of being in a bad mood.

"Has anyone ever told you that you can make anyone happy without even doing anything?" She said in a giddy tone.

"No but I know that I can,I am bread anyway...I make people happy" His smile spread more revealing his pearly white teeth. They looked each other for a while untill Jeongin eventually remembered why he was here. Looking away breaking the eye contact and cleared his throat.

"Um ___?"

"Yeah?"

"I have something... something to tell you..."

"Oh okay,go ahead..." She stayed there with curious eyes, wondering what he could possibly have to say but she did not expect what was to happen.

"I...like...you..." He slowly spoke word by word. Pursing his lips into a thin line as he waited for her reaction with his hands opening the small lilac box Infront of her while kneeling on one knee. Revealing the beautiful ornament in it.

___ gasped covering her mouth at the look of the scene. She couldn't believe he was actually confessing her and with a pretty ornament in his hands.

"I know I should be saying or asking this on valentine's but,I don't want to wait having to see someone else take you away and because like last year-so many will ask me out...which is getting very annoying honestly..." He laughed lightly at the rant he let out and looked closely for her reaction.

"S-so...would you please be my girlfriend?" He finally asked sending a heart fluttering smile at her.

She still looked shocked,trying to comprehend it all together until her lips lifted in a smile "Yes...yes I would" she said shaking her head positively.

"Really?!" He stood up suddenly at her acceptance to which she nodded.

"I...I thought you'd say no and-and was getting myself ready to get rejected b-" He wasn't able to finish his words as she hugged him in a tight embrace.

"How can I when I was upset today because I knew we won't have a chance? But I was proven wrong..." She looked up at him,smiling like a kid. It brought a smile to his face as he hugged her back.

"Thank you ___. I like you a lot" He said pecking her cheek,blushing at his own gesture.

"I like you too" She said pecking his nose as they giggled.

The day after they entered the school hand in hand. Fingers interwined as they ignored all the judgy eyes darting at them. ___ had the handmade purple crystal necklace around her which Jeongjin himself made. None of them cared about anyone said as hey had a great day together as it was spent happily.

To my friend lingling :D

[lovegoodlane]

Request: can u make perverted fred or George weasley where like he gets hard when he accidentally saw readers panties or bra then eventually a smut and later on fluff?. Thank u!! (you can ignore this if u want)

A/N: Ahhhh!!!!! My first request! I got this forever ago before I fell off the face of the earth because of work and college :/ I hope I do this justice :) Do feel free to put in requests for one shots. Enjoy! Love, b

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Peeping in Potions

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Warnings: Sexual content (peeping?, oral sex [female receiving], fingering, vaginal sex)

Words: 3k

Fred and George were in Potions together, causing mischief as usual. This was nothing new for them, and weekly detention was commonplace during their years at Hogwarts. The school year had just begun, so the students were still settling in to their new classes and routines.

The twins were fooling around by turning the sprigs of lavender they had laid out on their desk into mice, unleashing them onto the floor of the classroom. They watched with glee as their fellow students shooed the mice away, or even ran away screeching.

This was a harmless prank compared to some of the things that they had pulled in the past. They had quite the reputation at Hogwarts, and they intended to keep their reputation by starting out Sixth Year with a bang.

Fred watched as a mouse scurried up to the table that you were working at, but you were distracted with your work, looking down into your cauldron. The mouse began crawling up your shoe, clawing the frilly socks sticking out of your loafers. You reached down to scratch your ankle, but a small gasp left your lips as you noticed the mouse.

"Aw, hi there, darling," you said to the mouse, getting up from your seat.

The mouse had detached from your shoe, and instead sniffed your bag that was propped against the leg of your desk. You bent down, carefully scooping up the small creature in your hands.

Fred had been watching you this entire time, hoping that he would get a reaction out of you from the mouse prank. His jaw dropped as you bent over.

Your movement exposed your white lace panties, even if it was only for a moment. You had grown over the summer, gaining most of your height in your legs. Your skirts from last year were a tad too short, but you hadn't had time to get new ones yet.

Fred's cheeks began to burn. He knew that you had not meant for him to see your panties, but he couldn't help himself. He had fancied you for the past year, but his crush manifested in teasing you senseless. You two had never had any interactions that could be deemed as romantic, but yet his feelings still persisted. 

He knew it was wrong to be turned on by what he had seen, but he couldn't help it. Fred tried to calm himself, taking slow and deep breaths. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to focus on something else. That's when he noticed it.

His pants felt tighter than they did when class started, and now he knew why. He had an erection growing in his pants, an involuntary reaction to seeing so much of your bare flesh. He shook his head at himself, feeling even more embarrassed than before.

"Y'alright, Fred?" George asked, leaning his elbow on the table to peer over at his twin.

"Uh, yep. Just gonna....use the loo," Fred stuttered out, grabbing his bag and rushing out of the room.

The whole class turned, hearing Fred's sudden exit. You saw only his back and his fiery locks as he left the room in a seemingly frantic state. You had been friends with the twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts, so of course you were concerned. You peered over at George, shooting him a concerned glance.

Is he okay? you mouthed to George from across the classroom.

George shrugged in response, shaking his head. 

It was unlike Fred to get flustered. He was the confident, suave, and utterly cheeky twin. He would never get this worked up over a silly crush.

Fred hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, navigating his way back to his dormitory. He felt like he didn't breathe on his entire journey back, and he huffed out a sign of relief once he had shut himself into the safety of his room.

He flopped himself onto his bed, groaning in embarrassment. Why was this happening to him? Sure, he had seen girls in their panties plenty of times. He was no stranger to sex and nudity, and the entirety of his year at Hogwarts knew this about him. Fred didn't understand why you were so different.

Fred laid on his bed sulking for the remainder of the hour until George returned to their dormitory. George entered their room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

"Want to explain what that was about?" George asked, his voice almost teasing.

Fred only grunted in response, throwing a pillow across the room at his twin. George laughed at him, crossing the room to sit on his own bed.

"You didn't bail on class just to lay in bed. Tell me what's going on," George said, prodding at him.

Fred finally sat up on his bed, peering over at George.

"I was having.....an issue," he said.

George laughed and raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Oh, I didn't know that Snape got you going," George teased. "I didn't realize that he was your type, being that he's old and all. And a man. And a Slytherin, at that."

"You know it wasn't about Snape, you git," Fred spat, heaving another pillow at his brother.

George caught the flying pillow, tossing it onto the floor in front of his bed.

"Then who was it about?" George asked, leaning back on his elbows.

Fred huffed again.

"It's....I saw....when (Y/N) bent over to pick up one of the mice, I saw her panties," Fred finally admitted, sounding embarrassed.

"I knew it!" George exclaimed, shooting up off of his bed. "I knew that you fancied (Y/N)!"

George was busy doing a celebratory dance around the room while Fred buried his face in his hands. Somehow admitting the truth of the situation to his twin made him feel even more embarrassed.

George finally stopped his excited little jig and turned to his brother.

"I think y'should ask her out," he suggested. "I think she fancies you too. And who knows, maybe you'll get to see her panties again."

Fred groaned and threw a final pillow at George. This situation was mortifying. But it wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he didn't go after exactly what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was you.

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It was the next evening at dinner when Fred made his move. A paper in the shape of a dove floated across the hall, landing in front of your plate. You stared at it in bewilderment for a moment before you caught Fred's eye. You reached forward to open the note.

Black Lake at 8pm. Be there.

It was a simple message; concise and to the point, but for some reason it made your stomach turn. You nodded at Fred, assuring him that you'd be there. You folded up the note, burying it in your pocket before any of your friends asked about it.

You had been crushing on Fred for years. His reputation as a player had kept you from making a move, and you were happy to at least have a friendship with him. Butterflies danced in your stomach, and you tried not to get your hopes up. He had never asked to meet you alone before.

It felt like the next couple of hours dragged on as you waited to meet Fred. Every possible scenario had played through your mind, and you were only beginning to feel more nervous.

Finally, it was time to set out for the Black Lake. You pulled on your favorite knit cardigan, sneaking out of the castle into the humid late summer air. You were careful not to be noticed as you made your way towards your meeting point with Fred.

Fred stood by the edge of the lake, skipping rocks off of its surface. You watched him for a moment, admiring how relaxed he was. This was rare for Fred, as he was always in a state of teasing someone or focused as he flew around the quidditch pitch.

As you approached, you could hear the plinking of the rocks as they skipped along the water. He had a blanket laid out behind him with a picnic basket beside it. You accidentally stepped on a stick as you crept closer, causing Fred to turn to you.

"Hey," he said, smiling at you as you approached.

He reached to hand you a rock, inviting you to join him. You stood in silence for a few minutes, skipping rocks together and waiting for the other to speak. Finally, you decided to break the ice.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you asked, your voice small as you anticipated his response.

Fred stopped tossing rocks at the lake, taking in a deep breath as he turned to you.

"I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, looking down at you.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest. His height was intimidating as he peered down at you, and you couldn't breathe as you waited for him to continue speaking.

"I fancy you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. For once in his life, Fred seemed meek and almost embarrassed.

It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs. Fred Weasley fancied...you?

He watched your face carefully as different emotions flickered across it. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

You reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and your sudden movement caught him by surprise. His hands found your waist, and he returned your kiss.

You pulled apart momentarily, both looking at each other in disbelief. Both of your hearts were pounding as your chests heaved. You laughed, pulling him back into a kiss. 

This time, your kisses were more urgent than before. His hands gripped at your waist, and his mouth left your lips and found its way to your neck. He left searing kisses from your ear all the way to your collarbone, and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips.

Fred ceased his actions, looking into your eyes for a moment. A grin spread across his face. This was a look that you knew all too well. Fred Weasley was up to no good.

Fred thought that his favorite sound in the world was the cheering Gryffindor crowd when their team won a quidditch match. Or the melodic plinking of the rain on the metal roof back home at the Burrow. Or maybe even the Muggle rock music CD that Hermione had gotten him for his birthday. That was until he heard you whimper. Now he was determined to do everything he could to hear that sound over and over again.

His lips found their way back to your neck, and his hands fumbled with the buttons of your cardigan.

"I want you, love," he said, still kissing your neck. "Do you want me, too?"

"Please," you hastily replied, pulling at the bottom of Fred's shirt.

He had managed to unbutton and tug off your cardigan, leading you to the blanket he had set up. He laid down on it, beckoning for you to join him.

You joined Fred on the blanket, straddling him and taking him by surprise. He had always known you as a somewhat shy, studious good girl. But he was liking this side of you too.

It was your turn to take control, and you sucked on a spot behind Fred's ear that you had a feeling would drive him crazy. He hands wandered to your thighs and he rubbed them lovingly, encouraging you to keep going.

You kissed your way down his neck, leaving purple marks behind. In one swift motion, you removed his shirt. You tried to keep things moving, but you couldn't help ogling at the boy laying between your thighs. You admired his toned physique from years of quidditch training. 

While you were distracted, Fred took it as an opportunity to regain control. He flipped you on your back, earning a surprised giggle from you. He worked on the buttons of your jeans, his fingers expertly undoing them in what seemed like record time. He peered up at you.

"Is this alright, darling?" he asked, his eyes soft.

"Yes," you replied, pulling at his hair impatiently.

Fred resumed his work, pulling your jeans down your hips and off your legs. His breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight before him.

Lace panties. But this time, they were black. 

He snapped himself back to reality, pulling your shirt over your head. You were left in just your underwear, eyes wide as you stared up at him. He had thought about you like this so many times, but now it was finally real.

Fred leaned down to kiss at the base of your neck, working his way down to the top of your breasts. He reached around your back and undid your bra like a pro, and you shimmied it down your arms and flung it to the side.

Fred resumed his blazing path of kisses, reaching your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. This earned him yet another whimper from you, which only encouraged him to continue. 

He kissed all the way down to the waistband of your panties, and he paused for a moment to meet your eyes.

"I'm asking one more time, do you want this?" he asked.

"Yes, please," you whined at him, impatient as you waited for him to resume.

He looped his long fingers around the front of your panties, pulling them down your legs. Once they were out of the way, he gently spread your legs.

Fred hardened at the image before him. You laid there on the blanket, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and your legs spread open for him. He wanted to permanently etch this moment into his mind.

He positioned himself between your thighs, kissing the inside of your thigh and rubbing soothing circles into it. He worked his way closer to where you wanted him most. You were silently willing him to continue, eagerly waiting for him to touch you.

His trail of kisses had finally reached your center, and he placed a soft kiss right on your core. His eyes flitted up to yours, and a smirk drew across his lips.

Fred's tongue darted out, catching you by surprise. He expertly drew circles around your clit with his tongue, pausing to suck on it every few seconds. 

You grabbed for the blanket, balling it in your fists as you tried not to scream. You knew that Fred had a reputation for making his rounds with the girls at Hogwarts, but you didn't expect him to be this good.

He dove one long finger into your opening, and you couldn't help the breathy moan that left your mouth. 

Fred continued his motions, easing you open as he added another finger. Your moans were leaving your mouth in succession, and Fred was enjoying every moment of it.

His fingers hit the spot that made your back arch, and you felt your vision becoming fuzzy. He held onto one thigh for support as he worked his fingers into you, and he knew that you were close to finishing.

Fred slowly withdrew his fingers from your entrance, and you gave him a frustrated groan. He looked up at you, sucking his fingers into his mouth to remove your liquids from them. You stared at him with your mouth open, the lecture you were about to give him for edging you suddenly forgotten.

He quickly removed his trousers and underwear, revealing his hard cock. You had a feeling that it was going to be big; Fred Weasley was a tall boy, after all.

"I couldn't let you finish like that, love," he said, his voice teasingly sweet. "I want you to cum on my cock."

Your breath was stuck in your throat, his words choking you. Fred lined himself up between your legs and pressed himself to your entrance.

"Are you going to be good for me?" he asked, his gaze burning into you.

"Yes," you squeaked out, sounding pathetic beneath him.

Fred pushed into you slowly, taking his time to allow you to get comfortable. After a few strokes, he was able to work his way deeper inside of you and pick up his pace. 

As he finally bottomed out, you reached up to touch his back.

"Freddie?" you asked, your voice small and sweet.

"Yes, love?" he responded, stalling his movements.

"I want you to fuck me...hard."

Fred's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smile tugged at his lips.

"Anything for you, darling," he said before pulling almost all the way out of you.

He pushed back into you, becoming harsher with every thrust. Your nails dug into his back as he increased the pace, fucking you mercilessly on the blanket. 

You both panted, nearing your highs. Fred reached down to find your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it to bring you closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, Freddie--" you whimpered, finally reached your orgasm.

Your back arched off of the hard ground, every muscle in your body tensing at the same time. The pants that came out of your mouth would have been embarrassing if Fred had not been panting as well.

"I'm so close, love," he said, his voice strained. "Can you be good for me for just a little longer?"

You could do nothing but reply with a moan, still hazy from your own high. He continued his pace, thrusting into you to chase his finish.

Fred had finally finished, letting out a final groan in your ear. His chest was still heaving when he laid himself down onto you, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and enjoying each other's closeness. It was Fred who spoke first.

"Why didn't we do this earlier?" he asked, his face still buried in your neck.

You giggled and rubbed his bare back.

"I don't know Freddie, I've fancied you for years. You could've had me whenever you wanted," you replied, tracing circles into his back with your nails.

"We have a lot of time to make up for then," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you.

He bent down to place a soft kiss on your lips. Nights like these were definitely something that you could get used to.

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 18

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“You’d better stop wiggling, Girly Gary, or else I will beat your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” shouted Aanya, eliciting a chorus of oos from around the hotel room as she haphazardly taped a whopping fifth diaper around Gary’s waist while blindfolded. 

In spite of his best efforts, Gary found it nearly impossible to hold still with how Aanya, along with the four caregivers who came before her, used their hands to explore every inch of his body in the midst of the diapering process. It wasn’t as though they were trying to make Gary all squirmy. That was merely a side effect of the game. 

“Hehehehehe!”

Perched atop Latasha’s lap, Skye giggled mischievously as she watched her sissy bestie, Gary, turn a deeper shade of crimson with each new player who approached the changing table. She placed her lips around the spout of her sippy cup and swung her head upward to take a big sip. All the while, she kept her Mommy in the corner of her eye, making sure she was firmly distracted with the game at hand.

“Glad to shee you’re havin’ fun, cutie,” said Latasha, petting her baby girl’s hair while doing her best to keep her eyes locked on the show that Aanya and Gary were putting on. Given how rocky the evening had gotten thanks to her spat with Elma, it was nice to ease back and not have to play dutiful host, even if it was only for the duration of a silly game. That being said, she found her attention being constantly pulled toward Elma every few minutes.

Unlike everyone else in Latasha’s hotel room, Elma’s focus was not on the rousing game of Pin the Diaper on the Dork. Instead, she was too busy doting on Missy as she used one hand to bottle feed her darling sissy, while the other hand controlled the Hush plug that was tucked away alongside Missy’s twitchy prostate with a small remote. “I bet that feels nice, huh? Feeling all that cream swirling around in your tummy; nowhere to go with your favorite booty toy in the way,” she said, revving the vibrator’s speed up a few clicks. 

Having a full view of the erotic display that Elma and Missy were making, Latasha bit her lip, her kitten growing moist over the fierce display of dominance. Sadly, it wasn’t all blushy thoughts for Latasha. Watching Elma’s dutiful care made her feel a tad nostalgic for Diaper Dom days. She downed the rest of her mixed drink and let the cup roll off the bed before drunkenly wrapping her arms around Skye as if physically clinging to her caregiving role.

“Hey! Earth of Latasha!”

“Wuh?!” slurred Latasha as her attention was suddenly pulled back toward the center of the room where Aanya was waiting for her with a paddle in hand.

Making a show out of flipping the hilt of the paddle to Latasha with a single hand, Aanya was more than happy to keep the game rolling if the drinks that Latasha was pounding had finally gotten to her. “Uh oh, I think we got a baby brain on our hands,” she teased, causing Latasha to blush slightly as the room erupted into laughter.

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Gimme dat paddle. I’ww show you how ish done,” responded Latasha, batting her eyes as she listened to the sound of her own voice. She knew she was drunk but wow, was she slurring her words! She made a mental note to refrain from any more alcohol until she’d downed a tall glass of water to balance her out a little. Shaking off the surprising affectation, she nudged Skye off her lap and began to inch toward the edge of the bed.

*GASP!*

In an instant, the room went silent. All except for Latasha as she reached for the paddle in Aanya’s hands, only for Aanya to pull back at the last second. “Shtawp pwayin an hans it- *cough* -hans it ova,” she said, attempting to clear her throat as her sloppy speech only got worse. It was only when she looked up at Aanya’s shocked but smug expression that she realized the entire room was staring at her, “W-Wuhs up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up, Tish,” said Elma, grabbing Latasha by the wrist and yanking the seasoned caregiver to her feet.

Latasha attempted to rip her arm back but was unable to thanks in large part to her insobriety. “Wuhs da big i…dea…” she said, her sentence trailing off as she gazed upon a large, wet circle on the bed in the exact spot she had been sitting. Her eyes quickly traveled south, growing wide as they found a matching spot on the crotch of her pants, “D-Das nod possibwe…Skye musta-”

“Oh-ho-no, don’t even think about blaming this on Skye,” said Jesi with a cute but sinister chuckle as she ran her fingers along Skye’s tender thighs, finding nary a drop of moisture anywhere, “I think it’s safe to say someone’s not Big enough to drink anymore.”

“Not Big enough for pants either, I’d say,” said Aanya, sneaking around Latasha and giving her butt a light smack with the paddle. The supposed caregiver could only yelp feebly in response.

Things were rapidly getting out of hand for Latasha. Her pupils darted from face to face, finding there wasn’t a friendly pair of eyes in sight. Even Skye seemed to look at her with a kind of condescending amusement that made her feel like the smallest person in the entire convention. She opened her mouth to protest her new status only to be immediately silenced by the bulb of a paci-gag. 

“Thanks for getting us all warmed up, Garbear…” said Jesi, hugging her sissy baby close as she helped him down from the changing table, “...but I think we’ve got a new dork to play with.”

Placing the spout of her sippy cup in her mouth satisfyingly. Skye smiled as she watched Elma, Aanya, and every other caregiver in the room encircled Latasha with hunger in their eyes. From the crushed-up pieces of Lisp Lolly that she snuck into Mommy’s usual cocktail, to the liquid in her sippy cup that she let dribble onto her Mommy’s lap, her plan had gone off as spectacularly as she’d hoped it would. No doubt, any CG found wetting themself at a diaper convention was doomed for regression. All she had to do was give everyone the proper motivation. “Habe fun, widdwe Tish,” she said under her breath, smirking like the scheming Little she was.

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“Caterpill-MMMF!” shouted Connor, cut off as his mouth was filled with a thick, pacifier bulb. He attempted to muscle it out of his mouth but Stacy was sure to hold the binky firmly between his lips. He winced in pain as Ellie kneeled down over his gut to straddle him, agitating his bowels in the most aggravating way possible.

Rushing to Connor’s aid, Riri aimed to push Ellie off of Connor in the hope he would be able to overpower Stacy on his own. Sadly, Ellie was quick to hunker down, locking her knees alongside Connor’s hips and wrapping her arms around his torso like a spider monkey. This made it nigh impossible for Riri to unlatch her fellow Little from Connor’s body.

Unable to make any headway with Ellie, Riri turned to Stacy, hoping she could talk some sense into her before it was too late. “Connor’s not ready! He’s never even messed himself on his own and you’re expecting him to do it in front of us. What’s your plan? To scare him away for life?!” she said, sticking purely to cold hard facts due to who she was dealing with. Any appeal to empathy would surely fall on deaf ears with Stacy. The only way to get through to her was to make it apparent that this would likely stunt Connor’s enjoyment of ABDL, perhaps permanently.

As much as Stacy hated to admit it, Riri did make a good point. Logically, letting Connor keep his messy cherry until he wanted to pop it was far wiser than pushing him to do it here and now. Unfortunately, it wasn’t logic that was holding her back from showing Connor mercy. Between Riri’s constant nay-saying and Connor blowing up her power position in the Palace, a sense of vengeance was welling up inside her. One that wanted to make sure Connor didn’t weasel his way out of the mushy tush that he’d had coming for a while. “Weren’t you the one going on about Padded Palace rules only, like, a second ago? Babies are supposed to use their diapers here, remember? That’s Latasha’s number 1 rule,” she said, invoking the will of Latasha to her advantage.

“That rule only applies to us and you know it!” shouted Riri in response, refusing to let Stacy get away with twisting the Palace rules to suit her needs, “Connor’s a caregiver, not a Little.”

Scoffing at Riri’s assertion, Stacy cackled in Riri’s face. Releasing her grip on the binky in Connor’s mouth, she waddled around Riri to Connor’s lower half and placed a firm hand on Connor’s diaper front, which was once again tenting out thanks to Connor’s undeniable hard-on, “Caregivers don’t get turned into horny, little brats by their Littles! I’d say he’s right where he belongs,” she said firmly, shutting Riri up once and for all.

*SPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!*

“Uh oh! I think he’s gonna blow!” said Ellie, drawing both Riri and Stacy’s attention down to Connor’s lower half as his gut let out a long, wet fart involuntarily. An unfriendly odor soon surrounded the three girls, causing them to wrinkle their noses in preparation for a far more pungent scent.

With Ellie settling the lion’s share of her body weight on his core and Stacy fondling his padded member, Connor was doomed from the moment he allowed these rotten girls to diaper him. He should’ve known better than to trust Stacy and Ellie, but mostly Stacy. He let his guard down and once again, it had bitten him in the ass. And worst of all was how eagerly his body responded to everything the girls were throwing at him. His body quivered as shockwaves of arousal coursed throughout his veins, tormented by the constant pressure being applied to his prostate.

Beads of sweat dripped down Connor’s forehead as he felt his insides liquefy. Clawing at the carpet beneath his fingertips, he futilely held out as long as he could. Tragically, it only spared him a few seconds at most. As the guttural pressure mounted to a level that Connor had never experienced in all his life, his sphincter finally gave out on him. He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, gasping as his mind went blank. It was all over but the crying.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

TO BE CONTINUED…

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[kissandships]

14 and 27 for the ask game!

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences? If you’ve read my writing, you know I love my emotional scenes! 😂. I don’t really know how to describe how I write them. If I’m really passionate about it, it just flows from my fingers, like, super fast. A lot of typos happen when the words flow. Sometimes, yes, I feel what they’re feeling, particularly when I draw from real life experiences. And that answers the last part— I draw from real life a lot! (See almost every single period- as in menstruation- fic I’ve ever written). Some of the more, uh… misogynistic… scenes come from real life too.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing? Most and least favorite… My most favorite part is that it is, for the most part, very therapeutic. Even if it’s just silliness and fluffiness based off a Taylor Swift lyric, it’s therapeutic. It doesn’t have to be angst to be satisfying and cathartic for me! My least favorite part about writing is… writing. 😂. I’m serious! I’ll have like the beginning and the end of the one shot (and sometimes whole story) completed, and the middle is a blank space. Also making the fic coherent. A lot of times I feel like my stories are a tad bit disjointed, and I don’t know quite how to fix that

[trenchcoatsbi]

yoo could i ask for a playlist for a tallulah qsmp fictive mayhaps? she has an insatiable hunger for music it's frightening (/silly) ,, she likes soundtracks (child of light is her current fav), stuff like the oh hellos/cavetown/bears in trees, and generally cozy sorta feeling songs, plus anything lullaby-ey if that makes sense :] hope u guys are well! sorry this is a tad long or vague hhaha -–🔉🌠

hello! Admittedly I rushed this a bit I’m not as sure about these as I was about 🌾🪶 Phil’s but I took a swing we’ll see if I missed later I guess. I tried to include as many artists as possible so you have plenty of people to look through since you said she was a bit insatiable when it came to music! I did phone in the last few songs like the lullaby-eque ones. yeah again this was a bit of a mess on my end. Though I have been writing down songs for this for a while I didn't have an easy time narrowing down things as to what I wanted to include so at this point I've just thrown my hands in the air and declared it done now. Sorry if the playlist is messy or unsatisfactory.

Art used is by @/sallomezz on tumblr and can be found here!

Hope you find something to enjoy on the playlist or in my bonus ramblings below! -phil

okay so I kinda cheated my self imposed rule of one song per artist but in my defense I couldn’t choose between Moonlight and Paperwork… They’re my two favorite Fish in a Birdcage songs and I thought both were kinda fitting so oh well both of them are there.

Anywho I could go on and on and on about how I was this close to fighting myself to the death (<- hyperbolic) over this. Let's just get to other recommendations I didn't put on for one reason or another.

Starting with musicians I put on there but didn't include a song from for whatever reason:

Myxrite! My personal favorite song Now and Again doesn't look like its on Spotify at all so uh yeah I'm linking it here because I like it a lot.

Bug Hunter is on there too but he's currently in the top ten of my favorite musicians so yeah here's more suggestions! Go With The Flow and Listen to Your Mom pretty high up there in terms of my favorite songs. Making Up Words is one of my favorites lyrically (though I must say that Disco in the Panic Room is up there too), and of course I have to mention Try My Best and Slow Burn because I keep using lyrics from them to inspire drawings (that I'll never post anywhere online). Okay fuck I need to move on before I link literally every single one of his songs lol

Same as Bug Hunter, The Narcissist Cookbook is up there in terms of my favorite musician + he put the MOTH album (one of his old ones that wasn't on on youtube yet) on youtube recently so he's been in my head a lot. Ghost Stories and UNWELCOME GUESTS (warning: unwelcome guests starts with a phone ringing noise idk my friends always get surprised by it so I'm just gonna mention it in case) are rahgjagh they are so good they exist in my head rent free

Madilyn Mei has been on loop in my head cause a friend of mine. Anyway Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) and Sleeping in the Kitchen. just live in my brain now because of them lol

The actual recommendations that aren't just more songs from folk on the playlist already:

I Fight Dragons! I fucking love them! Their music tends to have techy/8-bit noises and they're a bit more on the rock side of things but their stuff is really good! Good Morning Sunlight and Oh The Places You'll Go... They are the most <3 to me forever... Sunny Afternoon too... God I love IFD I need to make my friends listen to them with me more

If you like IFD you may also like Jonathan Coulton or the portal song guy as my friends know him lol. Nobody Loves You Like Me or Now I Am an Arsonist or really anything from the Artificial Heart Album is always my go to for showing people besides the songs from Portal (Still Alive and Want You Gone) that my friends know.

Similar to IFD, a lot of Going Spaceward's songs have techy noise in the like proper releases, but his youtube has a lot of acoustic versions of his songs that don't have those. His covers are good but really most of his music is just funky. Uh since I will absolutely not narrow this down in any timely fashion I'm just going to link the entire Can You Hear It Album and uh Count Past 23.

Joseph Dubay is a musician I only got into like a few months ago but I really like his stuff, kinda similar vibes to what i was going for with this playlist but a lot of his songs just didnt fit the vibe so I didn't feel like adding them. That being said I am obliged to tell absolutely everyone I talk about music with to listen to Pastel Goth and 4evr so yeah.

Completely different vibe but San Fermin may be of interest to y'all! Astronaut and The Woods are the ones I listen to most from them but everything about their music just scratches the brain itch for me. Their stuff is indie rock which is kinda in the genres of the bands you mentioned!

A bit of a different suggestion but since you mentioned her liking soundtracks AZALI might be a cool youtube channel to check out! They make short songs in FL Studio and idk I'll be honest I don't listen to soundtracks or things like you mentioned in that part of your ask but I do listen to every upload AZALI makes and I think they're all pretty neat. The songs are all like a minute or two long but I like to just put them on loop when I'm writing. Truth, Violence, Warmth is my go to for writing for this specific project, but Mechanical God was how I found their channel and I'm just fond of City of Shattered Glass so there those three are my suggestions.