#Also I take back what I said about them bein water

[clownsuu]

THESE BITCHES LOOK FRUITY AS HELL🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

Ha melon bug

Been having a craving to draw them as a lil beverage 😔💔🥄🥄

#Also I take back what I said about them bein water #They got a lil spice to em they get sparkling water JXHDHDH #A delicious snack to have in the summer ✨🥄🥄 #They definitely have a paper straw too- #BUT YOOO THEMBS INTERACTING??? #A cute lil surprise in my ask box! Glad I didn’t accidentally miss it- (I keep missing stuff AUGAHUAGAHAH) #What crimes against humanity would lovelie do next-? (The answer may shock u)— #Next drawing prompt- Lovelie becomes a literal canvas (real) (not clickbait) #WAWAWAWWA- #THEY ARE SO PREDDY THOO (would lovelie admit that? Maybe if it’s with a jab-)

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↳ ❝¡ROMANCE TROPES WITH SKZ!❞

Hyung line x gn reader

Genre - fluff

wordcount - 1.3k (300+ words per member)

An - I hope you guys like it. ill be posting the maknae line later today or latest by tomorrow. if you like them, let me know if you would like full fics for each of them. if you like it please like and reblog. feedback is appreciated. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the maknae line.

Chan - love at first sight `*:;,．★

You were on your way home, talking to your friend on your phone. You bumped into someone when you cut the call to put your phone back into your bag. His drink spilt all over you, and he began profusely apologising to you. When you finally got him to stop, you were able to take a good look at him. He was the most beautiful and kindest-looking man you had ever seen.  He felt the same when he looked at you. To make it up to you, he asked you if he could take you out to a cafe. “I don't even know your name” “I’m chan” “Y/n” “can you please say yes or no cause I feel so bad and I really want to make it up to you.” You obviously said yes. 

You exchanged numbers and an hour later he sent you a text. You guys decided to meet at a local cafe the following week. You had expected it to be extremely casual, so you swooned when you saw that he had bought you flowers. He bought you a drink and you sat down in the back of the cafe. The conversation between you two started as small talk, but it changed into much more. You both seemed to get along so well, that you stayed there talking for hours and only left when the cafe was about to close. 

Chan, being the absolute sweetheart he was, walked you all the way back home. “I really hope we can do this again,” he said, looking at you with the softest gaze you had ever seen. “I would too” you replied in an instant, feeling like you would float with how happy you were. “Can I kiss you” chan whispered. “Yes.” And when you felt his lips on yours, you knew he was the one.

Minho - enemies to lovers `*:;,．★

You don't know how it started, you both probably started off on the wrong foot. But lee Minho was the most infuriating man you had ever met. When the two of you were together, it was like sodium with water. You were absolutely positive that you would never get along. He thought the same. You were both at Changbin’s party. There were a lot of people who you didn't know. Halfway through the party, you found yourself sitting in the back of the party, a glass in your hand waiting for Felix to stop socialising so that you could leave or at least not feel left out. 

As time went on you realised that Felix was only going to be able to talk to you once the party was over so you decided to leave. You almost did until you were stopped by Minho. “So typical of you to just leave the party when it's just starting,” he said while following you out the door. “Yes I was about to leave but what about you?” “I'm coming with you, obviously, did you really think I was going to miss a chance to annoy you.”

 But to both of your surprise, he didn't. You were pretty sure that was the first time you had a civil conversation with him. You talked for hours and learnt a lot about him. This was the first of multiple times where you two would leave parties to just talk and hang out. He was much nicer to you and even behaved like a softie, which you would never point out the cause so were you. The feeling you had towards him had flipped a switch. Once when you were leaving the party Minho grabbed hold of your arm. “Can this time be something more than a hangout” “do you mean a date” “only if you want it to be” “of course”

Changbin - best friend brother `*:;,．★

Changbin was off-limits. But that never stopped dreaming about him. He was so close but so far away. As your brother's best friend and gym bro, you saw him almost every day. But that didn't mean that you ever got used to seeing him in all his glory. To your dismay, not only was he the most attractive man you had ever met, but also the nicest. Being around him was always so difficult cause all you wanted to do was kiss him. Being your brother's closest friend meant that your parents loved him. And that resulted in him being invited to your family vacation. 

As if things couldn't get any worse, he was sitting right next to the entire drive there. You couldn't help but look his way with loving glances. You blushed and looked away any time he caught you staring. It wasn't like he minded it, he thought you were so cute when you did. You had a room to yourself in the place you were staying, your parents sharing one and changing and your brother in the other. It was not supposed to change until your brother happened to fall ill on the first day of the week-long trip. 

You all decided that your brother would get a room to himself to not spread the illness so that the rest of you could enjoy the trip. You did not realise what that meant until Changbin walked into your room. You tried your best to not let him know how nervous you were, and you thought you succeeded, until this man said, “You're so cute right now” your heart was about to burst out of your chest. “You can calm down, I really like you too. I wanted to tell you all day but since you were too shy to look at me I had your brother fake being sick,” he stated, as he pulled you into his arms. “You like me” “of course I like you silly, now let me give you a kiss, or at least give you the best cuddles of your life."

Hyunjin - fake dating `*:;,．★

You had a history of terrible exes. When you found out that your ex was stalking you, and trying to win back your love, you did the only thing that would work. You were going to date the one man who they really hated, Hwang Hyunjin. You could barely just tolerate Hyunjin yourself but desperate times called for desperate measures. You almost begged him to say yes, but it suited his circumstances. He was in desperate need to hide away from some of the girls who were obsessed with him. 

You both knew that it needed to look real. So the only thing you weren't supposed to do was kiss each other on the lips. And any hugging and other pda were not done when people weren't around. When people heard you were dating, everyone was shocked and happy for you. You didn't expect people to love you guys as a couple that much. Even though you weren't really dating, since you had to spend so much time together, a friendship blossomed. But just like every fake relationship, feelings also arose. Hyunjin was always so sweet to you, buying you flowers, taking you on dates, sleeping in together and even gifting you a painting of his for your birthday, that you fell harder than you have ever had before. 

When you realised the extent to which your feelings were, you had two choices, either you would ‘breakup’ with him to hide your feelings, or you would confess and risk ruining what you had. You didn't want Hyunjin to hate you, so you decided to confess. You were at his place on his couch, watching a movie when you decided to confess. “Um, Hyunjin?” “yea sweetheart” your heart was bursting in your chest, maybe he felt the same. “I like you” “I like you too” “I mean I like like you” “I like like you as well” “are you just repeating what I'm saying or do actually like me back, are u being honest or-” he broke your train of thought and words by pressing his lips on yours. His lips were so soft against yours and you felt so blissful. “Does that answer your question, or do I need to kiss the doubt out of you.” “you may have to kiss me some more to confirm it”

#🍒 — works #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #bangchan fluff #bangchan imagines #lee know fluff #lee know imagines #changbin fluff #changbin imagines #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #skz x reader #skz x gn reader #bang chan x gender neutral reader #lee know x reader #changbin x gender neutral reader #hyunjin x reader #bangchan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #bangchan scenarios #lee know scenarios #changbin scenarios #hyunjin scenarios #chan imagines #bangchan x reader #lee know x you #changbin x reader

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Long Lost Friends. Part 1

Billy the Kid x fem reader

A/N: Hey friends! This is the first time I’m writing for Billy! Actually, this is my first time writing in ages… I would really love to get back into it. This is going to be part one in this little universe, hopefully. I want to continue the current story, and also elaborate on y/n and Billy’s time as best friends back in Santa Fe. I just wanted to write a little intro to this story first. Please let me know what ya’ll think of this piece and give me some ideas for what else to write about next!

Warnings: None, really. Some kissing, some fluff. Light editing done.

Billy had arrived at Lincoln county, riding up to the gang’s camp earlier in the day. The hot sun was starting to set as Billy stood by the small fire, occasionally kicking loose twigs on the ground into the flames. His thoughts jolted to a stop when Jesse came up behind him, clapping him hard on the shoulder. They both ignored the cloud of dust and dirt that floated from the point of impact- Billy’s clothes desperately needed to be washed after riding on horseback from Chihuahua to Lincoln.

“Some of us are rollin’ out shortly to head to town, if you would like to join us.” Jesse said, taking a swig from a rusting flask.

“I don’t know, Jesse. I might just turn in early tonight, the ride from Chihuahua was a long one.” Billy sighed, twisting where he stood while his spine popped, as if punctuating what he had just said.

“That’s up to you, man, but I think you should come with us. There is someone at that saloon that I think you will want to see.” Jesse said, before shrugging his shoulders and shuffling over to the men that were already mounting their horses.

Billy’s interest was peaked, as much as he hated to admit it. He kicked over a pail of water that sat next to the fire, effectively snuffing it out. He jogged over to his horse, throwing one leg over its back and adjusting himself onto the saddle. Jesse tossed him a smirk before snapping his reins and kicking his horse into motion. Billy followed suit and shortly the group of men was cresting one of the green rolling hills on the outskirts of town. When the town came into view the group slowed down, and Jesse fell back until his horse was trotting alongside Billy’s.

“Jesse, who is at the saloon you want me to see so damn bad that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” Billy asked.

“You remember y/n? Back in Santa Fe?” Jesse asked, shooting Billy another knowing smirk. Of course Billy remembered y/n. She had been his best friend throughout the years he lived in Santa Fe. The last time he had seen her was a little over three years ago when his step-father had packed them up and moved them to Silver City. He thought of her often; wondering where she ended up, and if she was healthy and doing well. He frequently wondered if she had happened across his wanted posters, and recognized his likeness in the prints. “Looks like her family moved to Lincoln about a year after you left. Her parents have a farm just north of town. She works some nights at the saloon for some extra money,” Jesse continued. “And let me tell you something, Kid. She ain’t nothing like I remember her bein’. She sure has a fire in her.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

Billy let the conversation fade after that. As the gang neared the town and the sound of laughter and music drifted through the hoof-worn dirt roads, Billy’s thoughts were racing. The last time he had seen y/n, she was standing on the bottom step of his home in Santa Fe, next to a horse drawn wagon that was packed with all of his family’s belongings. Tears streaked down her face as they said their final goodbyes. Standing on the step put her at eye level with him, and she sniffled softly as he looked down and kicked at that dirt at his feet. Without warning she had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips, as if trying to meld herself to him. He held her against him for a moment, before easing her to a standing position in front of him. Without another word he had turned and hopped onto the back of the wagon, smacking the side of to tell his step-father he was ready. Billy had watched the girl he loved fade into the distance as the horses brought them further and further from Santa Fe.

At that point they had been sixteen, and y/n was just beginning to show signs of becoming a woman. Billy had been suppressing growing feelings for her, afraid that if he admitted to them, she wouldn’t reciprocate. Instead, he spent the hot days lounging in the sun with her, splashing in the local water hole, and running around the city together. Y/n often sat with him at poker tables, watching the game play out and chewing her nails- she never opted to play, claiming that the other players would be able to read her too easily. When Billy won (which only happened once in a blue moon), he would save half of his winnings for his family, and spend the other half at the local bookstore. He would spend his evenings sitting on the roof of y/n’s house. She would lay with her head in his lap, gazing at the stars and playing absentmindedly with Billy’s free hand, while he read softly to her. Billy often thinks that that is the last time he was truly happy.

Billy’s memories were interrupted when his horse halted suddenly. He looked around, and noticed the group had stopped outside of the saloon. The men dismounted and made for the door eagerly. Billy trailed behind, adjusting the hat on his head, tipping it so his eyes were hidden by shadows. He pushed through the swinging door, finding a wooden beam to lean against. His eyes swung slowly through the saloon, scanning faces as quickly as possible. He watched as Jesse strode up to a woman whose back was turned to him. She was wearing what appeared to be riding pants and a cream colored blouse, and a black apron tied around her waist. Billy held his breath as Jesse slapped both of his hands on the table she was currently wiping down. He leaned in towards her, a predatory smile on his face.

“Darlin’, I am about to make your night!” Jesse announced loudly, effectively quieting the room. Y/n propped her small fists on her hips, turning to Jesse with an exasperated look.

“Jess, the only way you could possibly make my night would be if you marched your cowboy ass out of this saloon and never came back.” Y/n sneered, causing the men gathering around to let out low whistles and laugh at her remark. Billy could see what Jesse was talking about when he mentioned y/n’s fire. He was a wellknown gang leader and gunslinger, not to mention he stood about eight inches taller than her, yet she stood with a straight back, and didn’t back down.

“What did I tell you Billy? See what I mean?” Jesse asked, turning his gaze to the outlaw who still leaned casually against the beam a few strides away. Y/n froze and the saloon was so quiet Billy could hear her sharp intake of breath.

After several heartbeats, y/n turned slowly, eyes scanning every person in the saloon. When her eyes settled on the man leaning against the beam near the front door, they lingered. The man wore a ragged hat, the brim of it shadowing most of his face. Her eyes trailed down to the gun belt that hung loosely around his hips. As her gaze rose again, the man lifted his arm, slowly removing the hat on his head and resting it against his chest. His sky blue eyes peered back at her. She wasn’t really sure how long they stood like that, silently watching each other. But when his lips pulled back to reveal a familiar smile, y/n felt her feet carrying her forward before she could even comprehend what she was doing.

Without a word, y/n quickly moved towards Billy. Choking back a sob, she leapt at him, throwing her harms around his neck. He caught her easily, dropping his hat to the floor. He guided her thighs to wrap around his waist, the same way he had the last time he saw her. After a few moments, she loosened her grasp around his neck, just enough to look into his eyes. This time, Billy was the one who leaned forward, his lips crashing into hers with a desperation that caused both of their cheeks to heat. Y/n was the first to pull away, but only after the hooting and hollering around them began to chisel through the bliss she felt. Billy carefully lowered her back down to the floor, his hands still caged around her waist.

“Billy Antrim, what are you doing here?” Y/n whispered, so only he could hear. It had been a long time since Billy had heard that name. He loved the sound of it on her tongue.

“Well, I came to Lincoln to help Jesse and the boys with a job,” He started, looking over her shoulder and scanning the saloon. “Would you like to take a walk with me?” He asked softly, swooping to pick up his hat and stepped away from y/n to swing the saloon door open, gesturing for her to walk through it to the cooling night ear.

Untying the apron and draping it on a hook by the door, y/n drifted past Billy, her hand coming up to ghost over his flushed cheek as she did so. He smiled to himself as he followed after her, letting the door slam behind him. He offered her his arm as they strolled down the road slowly, walking in such a way that their hips brushed each others gently. Billy looked down at y/n, and when she looked up at him, the soft moonlight reflecting in her gentle eyes, he vowed to himself he would never leave her again.

#billy the kid x reader #billy the kid #billy bonney x reader #Long Lost Friends #LLR #Autumn tries to write for Billy

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THE DEMO-SOLLY-ZHANNA POLYCULE IS PRIME TF2 CONTENT.

Demo introducing Zhanna to his mother like "Ye know me boyfriend Jane, I called you bout him when we were stationed out in Arizona, aye? Right numpty, the soldier from BLU? Ach, well, this is his wife, Zhanna... Now, before ye go on an' wallop me upside me head, hear me out. This is all an agreement, so dontcha go thinkin Jane's a knob for havin' a wife while bein' with us. Zhanna's a lovely hen, keeps up with us, and I'd be lyin' if I said I didnae like her too. So, yea. Your boyo's finally got hisself a family."

and his ma would be all confused but still be like "Me boy!"

I came up with the name Boots n Bombs n Brawn, and I think it's perfect. It suits them.

I love poly people.

They all sleep together in the same too small bed and take turns being the little spoon.

Zhanna and Jane about to take a shower after a really long day, but uh oh, who goes first? Jane says "Now hold it right there, son. That shower faucet has my name all over it! I will shove my dirty, unshowered foot up your sorry ass if you do not step aside!" and Zhanna is like "Alright then, maggot-bear, fight me! I have won against much bigger shower thief than you! I will beat you, and shower first, and then will have to shower you after because you will be pile of broken bones!"

and then soldier is like "Alright Thats It" strips naked "FIGHT ME, MAGGOT!!"

and then zhanna also strips naked "SO BE IT, YOU WILL LOSE!!"

And then Demo walks in from the hallway, not entirely surprised at seeing his too partners naked, dirty, and about to wrestle in front of the bathroom door. "Have you lot heard of this concept called... Sharing the shower. You know. Showering Together? I hear it can be quite romantic" wiggles eyebrows

Zhanna and Solly pause, fists raised, sparring positions held. "hrmmmm. A third option. I see..." Solly mumbles. Jane and zhanna exchange looks, debating whether this idea is worth trying. Zhanna makes up her mind "I will shower with you if you keep your unshowered foot out of my ass" n she holds out her hand as though proposing a handshake

Soldier considers it. "Only if you leave my bones ubroken and unpiled!"

"deal" they shake hands enthusiastically

and then they shower together and show off their muscles whilst covered in soap bubbles

"ok, you obviously win in the pectoral department, but get a load of This!" shows off upper back muscles (and his slouch) from carrying around fuck off huge rocket launchers

"impressive, but look!" Shows off huge neck and arm and back muscles from wrestling and beating the shit out of bears

and they are both utterly infatuated with eachother.

"Awww look! You made heart shaped puddle of dirty water!" Zhanna points to the ground "Hah! I think that is my blood! From when I tried opening a soup can with my teeth!" Solly responds.

Demo is so affectionately fed up with their shenanigans. Like, usually demo and solly are The Duo for chaos and shenanigans. But having Zhanna around is like having a woman version of solly. So its double trouble, and demo has to constantly balance out their unhingedness

anyways yeah. Thats my propaganda

this is such good content oh my gooooooooooooooooooood

okay i know i said i usually like boots n bombs as queerplatonic but the exception is when zhanna is also included because their polycule is INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are all so in love its crazy

literally soldier and zhanna will cover themselves in like. syrup or something in the kitchen while making pancakes and have a fist-fight and demoman will see them and join them and then they'll all stand up and give each other pats on the back and tell eachother what they did well in the fight and then they make out while the pancakes burn to a crisp and the smoke alarm goes off. this is all in the team-base kitchen btw and it's like 5-7 am

#polyculepropaganda #tf2shipswag2023 #demosoldierzhanna #tf2 demoman x soldier x zhanna #soldierzhanna #demosoldier #boots n bombs #tf2 demoman x soldier #tf2 soldier x zhanna #not a poll

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

It's been a while since I've had a nice long fic rec list cross my dash so, as my good friend said to me earlier today, I'm going to be the change I want to see.

Anyway, here are some of the in-progress Irondad fics and series been enjoying recently! (in no particular order)

❤ A Secret Or Two by Winterturtle @winter-turtle

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

A single gunshot was all it took to turn the Parker family's lives upside-down. It's been rough couple of months, but Peter and May were slowly starting to pick up the pieces of their lives. For a moment, it was starting to feel normal again.

That is, until a mysterious man barged into their apartment, leading to a secret or two being revealed about both of them.

Or a (former) Shield agent May Parker fic because I couldn't find this trope anywhere.

❤ 5 times Peter Parker falls asleep in an uncomfortable position by lemonlillybee @lemonlillybee

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

And 1 time he falls asleep like a normal person

❤ 5 Times Tony Tried to Be a Good Dad by InfinitesimalDna

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

+1 time he knew he was.

Or, Tony trying to navigate new waters he never thought he would have to with the kid. He hopes he can handle at least one of 'em right.

❤ Social Butterfly Spidey by Jenniboo311 @jenniboo311

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

A series filled with Spider-Man's adventures in social media.

❤ A New Point of View by waitingondaisies @waitingondaisies

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

Peter doesn't hesitate before ditching school to go help fight the weird, purple, goo energy type stuff that's coming out of a portal over Manhattan. Perhaps he should have, though, because when he and Tony breathe the stuff in, they end up swapping bodies. With Dr. Strange not answering his phone, Peter and Tony are stuck living each others' lives for the time being. Really, though, what could go wrong?

❤ one single thread of gold by tonystarktrash

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated M

Tony's answer to the final question of whether he would ever allow contact to be made prior to his offspring’s 18th birthday had been instinctive. Tony had checked ‘no’ and had clicked the end of the pen, satisfied by a job well done. A quiet voice at the back of his mind, the voice of his mother, had caused him to scribble over ‘no’ until the bottom of the page was almost entirely consumed by ink. Then, his handwriting cramped but legible, Tony had written yes — in case of medical emergencies or death of legal guardian(s).

a drunken dare made six years ago leads to a phone call that changes tony stark's life.

❤ Catch Your Own Happiness by truelovetakesawhile

Archive Warnings Apply! || Rated M

When Tony finds a strange, spidery experiment locked underground in a Hydra facility, he takes it upon himself to try rehabilitating a teenager who knows nothing about the outside world.

❤ The ghost at the back of your closet by niniblack @niniblack

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

The DODC makes good on their threat to charge May with child endangerment, sending Peter into foster care. But in a universe where Tony Stark is still alive, his actions have repercussions as well, and May Parker isn’t the only one fighting to get custody of her child back.

Meanwhile, Peter’s left completely alone and unable to contact any of his loved ones, trying to navigate a system he thought he’d left behind after his aunt and uncle picked him up a few weeks after his parents’ deaths. And he’s absolutely not going to let anything like what happened to him happen to Morgan, no matter what he has to do to make sure she’s safe.

❤ Tales from the Tower MedBay by Call_Me_Coley @call-me-coley

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G

Also known as “MedBay Adventures” with a specific focus on Irondad and Spiderson, and of course some Avengers and Ironfam will be stopping by!

Or

A series of unrelated drabbles and oneshots that revolve around the Tower’s MedBay cuz if we’re being honest, you know those walls have got some stories to tell.

Please be sure to leave these amazing authors' comments and kudos!

Also! Stay tuned for a 'completed multi-chapter' and 'one-shot' rec list in the future!

#Irondad fic recs #Irondad #spiderson #Irondad and spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #spider-man #iron man #mcu #marvel #iron dad and spider son #marvel fanfiction #fandom #fic rec list #spider man #fic recommendation #rec list #fic recs

[poledancingdinos]

You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 13

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, general horniness

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Riley is a fucking sight in that dress. It's youthful and cute but with those heels she looks anything but innocent. I don't know what to call them other than fuck me heels because that’s what they make me want to do. Her legs go on for days and all I want is to sink my teeth into the flesh of her tight little ass.

My plan for the evening is simple. I want to give Riley a night away from home to get all dolled up and let me worry about everything else. I want her to have the opportunity to let go and feel careless for once.

I change the radio to play low classic rock music for the drive and I can tell the plan is already working by the way she’s wiggling in her seat. Riley secretly loves to dance. That’s probably what makes her good at her job. She loves to sing too but never when someone might hear.

I'm taking her to a place owned by someone I went through basic training with years ago. At the time, he was just looking to make a bit of money while he figured out his next move. Turns out his next move was investing everything he saved in a restaurant. I originally made tonight's reservation with the hostess not knowing he even owned the place but I guess he recognized my name because he called me back the next day to catch up. He also said he’d save us a booth in a quiet corner where we would have a bit of privacy.

As soon as I park the truck, I hurry around to open Riley’s door. She clearly doesn’t need my help, seeing how easily she climbed in but she takes my hand and lets me help her out all the same.

The restaurant is dimly lit, the soft warm glow from the rustic, low-hanging lamps giving the whole place an intimate feeling. Some of the tables are occupied by couples but most of them look like groups of businessmen. It makes sense, after all, since it’s the middle of the week. It’s no surprise they’d take the opportunity to dine here and put it on the company credit card. This place is well known for steak and even wild game.

After I give my name to the hostess, she leads us through the tables to the back of the room like my buddy promised. Riley moves ahead of me in the narrow space but my hand stays on her waist and I immediately notice a few of the men turning their heads. She’s oblivious to the attention, mostly keeping her eyes forwards rather than studying the room. Maybe I should be jealous but I only feel pride that she’s mine.

Our waiter comes by a few minutes after we settle into our seats to take our drink order. I ask for a beer but Riley declines, saying that water is fine to start off. I assume she’s waiting to see what she wants to eat before picking a drink but when Riley winces as she looks over the menu, it all clicks.

“Sweetheart.” Riley looks up from the menu, biting her lip. “Are you uncomfortable bein’ in a place like this?”

“A little.”

My head tilts to the side as I study her. “You know I’m payin’ for everything right?”

“I figured you’d want to. You do like to talk about southern hospitality and such.”

I can’t help but smirk. “You were gonna argue for the check weren’t ya?”

She bats her eyelashes at me with a coy smile. “Maybe.”

Her exaggerated flirtiness makes me laugh and she does the same.

“One meal,” I eventually say. “I’m askin’ ya to let me treat ya to one meal. If this kind of restaurant makes ya uneasy then we won’t make it a habit. Do we got a deal?”

“Okay, I can do one meal.”

“Good. Close the menu.” She squints at me skeptically but does as I request with a curious smile. 

“Red meat, fish or poultry?” My question takes her off guard but she answers quickly without too much trouble.

I proceed to ask her a series of this or that questions until I have enough information to order something she would like off the menu without her having to see the price. We repeat the process until we settle on her having a glass of white wine to go with her meal.

When our waiter comes back, I order for the both of us and Riley perks up when she hears what she’s going to be eating. The mood instantly feels lighter and for the rest of the meal, I talk about my family and my time in the army and she in turn talks about her childhood.

Apparently Riley had a bit of a wild streak when she was younger and decided to dye some of her hair with Kool-Aid while she was at a sleepover with some friend’s. She made it a full two weeks before her parents noticed but as soon as they did, they dragged her to a salon and had them bleach it out only for it to turn bright green instead, nearly giving her mother a heart attack.

“What about you? You must have a few crazy stories from your high school days. I’ve never known a football player who didn’t.”

I move my empty plate aside and lean on the table with my arms crossed. “I mean, you’ve seen the town, there’s not much to get up to around there.”

“Oh, exactly. Which means you must have been extra creative to pass the time during your summer breaks.”

She’s got me there. Not that I expected her to let me off that easily.

“When we were fifteen Jared and I got lost in the forest after the stolen motorbikes we were using died on us and we had to cuddle to stay warm through the night until we could find our way back on foot the next morning."

“Oh my god, that’s even better than I was expecting.” She drains the final sip of her wine and sets the glass back on the table. “Okay, spill.”

“The property Jared’s parents bought had an old barn filled with junk from the previous owners. They found some old dirt bikes while diggin’ through everything and both our parents gave us strict orders not to go near them. They didn’t run but other than that they were in decent enough shape so his dad planned to sell ‘em off with whatever else was worth salvagin’. I told Jared that I could probably fix ‘em up myself with all I’d learn in my summers around Don’s. It took a few weeks of sneakin’ in and out of the barn. We learned how to drive from the computer in the local library and waited for his parents to be out of town to try them out.”

Riley leans back against the booth, looking rather shocked at what I’ve just said.

“You fixed up motorcycles on your own at fifteen?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been around Don’s since as far back as I remember. My dad used to take me to work with him a lot. When I got to an age where I was always lookin’ for trouble they put a sponge in my hand and had me wash the cars. After a few years I traded the sponge for a wrench.”

“That’s really impressive, Sy.” It’s funny how for Riley, especially since she grew up in the city with a white-collar family, fixing up a bike seems like this massive accomplishment. To me it was just something I did to kill time. “So what happened to leave you stranded in the forest?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. When I got home, covered in dirt and shiverin’ from head to toe, to where my mama was fixin’ to have a fit ‘cause I broke curfew for the first time, my pop caught on real quick and we never saw ‘em again.”

I still remember the way my mama hugged my neck when I walked through the door. Then she proceeded to threaten to tan my hide for worrying her so much and sent me off for a much needed shower.

I always thought she worried too much when I was a kid. I often wished I’d had siblings to take a bit of the heat off of me. I’d do absolutely anything to have her fussing over me now.

“Can I get anything else for the two of you this evening?”

I look up to find our waiter staring at me as he waits for an answer. I turn my eyes back to Riley with a raised brow. I’m more than ready to head home and see where the night takes us. Since neither Riley or I have to go in to work until Monday there’s no need to end this thing early.

Riley pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she considers what to do. “I think we’re ready to head out,” she finally says.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket and the waiter rushes away to get the bill.

A half hour later, we’re back at the apartment. I took Aika out for a quick walk while Riley picked out a movie. When I got back she had the movie set up and two beers waiting for us on the table.

“Alright, what are we watchin’?”

She holds up the DVD case for me to see. The name is familiar from when I looked through her ridiculously well stocked shelves but I have no idea what it’s about.

“It’s a comedy,” she hopefully informs me. I should have guessed that from the cast but for some reason I expected her to pick something more… date night-y. “Haven’t watched it in ages so I have no idea if adult me will like it as much as I did when it first came out.”

“Works for me.”

She narrows her eyes at me with a small smile. “Don’t look so disappointed, there’s plenty of time to introduce you to the Nicholas Sparks portion of my collection. I just thought that making you watch ‘The Lucky One’ might be a bit too on the nose for tonight.”

I dump my phone, keys and wallet on the island and drop down next to Riley. A part of me wishes I could change out of these clothes. These pants were not made for lounging on the couch but I can suck it up for her sake.

Riley curls her legs up on the couch, smoothing out the skirt of her dress and leans into my side. I put my arm around her and get as comfortable as I can.

As I shift throughout the first half of the movie, my shirt gets untucked and Riley takes the opportunity to slide her hand under it. I’ve been shirtless around her quite a bit in the last week, including last night in her bed, but she’s never dared to actually touch or explore my body.

I’ve been randomly tracing circles over her arm just to enjoy the little goosebumps breaking out across her skin. I look down every so often when I feel her shiver and I have to hold back a groan when I see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. I figured she wasn’t wearing a bra but now that I know she isn’t, it’s fucking killing me.

I can picture her so clearly in my mind. What she’d look like without that dress. Without anything. I can imagine the sounds she would make for me. How her body would feel under mine.

The fact that the movie is indeed pretty funny helps pull my mind back when I start thinking about all the things I’d like to do to her tonight. I’m not sure what all she’ll be comfortable with but I can be very creative when the situation calls for it. I’ll find a way to make her see stars while staying within her boundaries.

Where my touch can pass as innocent, hers is anything but. I pretend not to notice or to appear bothered as her fingers trail the edge of my pants, threatening to dip below the waistband. I want her hands to stray but that doesn’t mean I intend to let her know that.

Riley changes her position for the second time in the span of a few minutes and her thighs rub together. I hoped that as the movie got closer to its end that the anticipation would start to build and that is exactly what’s happening. She’s picturing what comes next — or what she thinks will come next — and it’s making her all hot and bothered.

She moves again and this time she settles with her body facing mine, one leg over my lap. The hand on my stomach moves up my chest and she presses her lips to my neck. The touch lingers for a moment before she looks back at the movie. Her focus shifts between me and the screen, or at least, she pretends like it does. I’m pretty sure at this point she’s only pretending to watch the car dangling off the side of a skyscraper.

I can feel her heart beating where her chest is pressed against my arm. Getting more eager to catch my attention, Riley captures my neck with one hand and begins to suck a hickey into my skin. Her hips move ever so slightly, pressing against my thigh and letting me know that whatever she is doing isn’t just for my benefit.

When she reaches to unbutton my shirt, though, I’m forced to put an end to my air of indifference. “Slow down,” I tell her as I wrap my hand around her wrist, stilling her movements. “I told ya we weren’t doin’ anything until you were beggin’.”

“But—”

I take her hand and put it over my cock. Her eyes go wide when she feels the result of her teasing. Truth be told, I think I’ve been hard since I saw her come out of her room in that dress.

“I want ya. There is absolutely no doubt. Now be a good girl and watch the rest of the movie.”

Something flashes in her when I call her that. I know from the club and from what she’s said that when she performs, she acts like a dominatrix. Acts. But I can see what she really is. My girl secretly wants someone to take back control. She wants to be good for me.

“Stand up for me.” She does as I ask immediately. Oh yeah, she’s desperate to obey. I shift around so my legs are spread and pull her down to sit between my thighs. My arms wrap around her, keeping her back flush to my chest. She squirms a little when she once again gets a feel of my throbbing erection but eventually she settles with her head under my chin.

Every now the gets fidgety again though she stills on her own without needing me to intervene. She knows what I want. It feels like a lifetime has passed when finally, the credits begin to play.

Riley’s head tilts back, resting against my shoulder. “Please, take me to bed.”

I place a kiss right behind her ear. “Yours or mine?” I whisper.

“Mine. Please, Sy. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Chapter 14

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[itaintlyinjustimprovingthetruth]

Newsies

(REDONE, POSTING OW ONTO FANFIC ACC!!)

David Jacobs x FTM!Reader

Jack Kelly is their brother

idea/prompt: The strike gets too violent, and the reader gets hurt in one eye, Jack gets extremely worried about them as well.

Setting: Rally at Irving Hall, Newsboys Lodging House

Word count: 1,781

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It was the Rally at Irving Hall, the place being filled with newsies from Richmond, Brooklyn, Woodside, and Bronx just to name a few. The rally was being hosted by who else  than Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon, and David Jacobs. After the whole speech, Miss Medda sang a song for all the boys. But, Snyder had come to the Hall, with so many bulls that it surrounded the place. A huge fight broke out. Y/N, however, was knocked out cold by the end of it, and who else than Davey had found them, and had taken him to the Lodging house to patch them up from any of the wounds they had, and let him rest. The time of this, starts when Y/N wakes up.

Y/N had woken up, a hand on his head. He looked around, confused for a moment before realizing he couldnt see through his right eye. He started to panic, looking around for anybody. That's when Davey, his beloved, had walked in 

“Y/N? Y/N you're alright!”  Davey ran over to his bed, hugging them gently, “Does anything hurt anywhere? Did I get all of your wounds and bruises?”

“ 'm fine, Davey, but there might be a problem..”

“Wh-? Did something happen?” His expression changed from relief to worry, as he looked at him

“I can't see out o’ my right eye, Davey..”

“You can't- wh? But how- what happened?” He looked very worried, hugging onto Y/n still.

“I think someone hit my eye, a bit too hard if ‘m bein’ honest..” you say, lightheartedly joking.

“Y/N, we shouldnt be joking right now, this is serious-” Davey said, worry flushing through his face.

You sigh, holding davey's face , and kiss his cheek “Ill be fine, though, when have’t i been?”

“W- well, i mean, you weren't fine for the few weeks you were out-” He replies, looking at Y/N. “And also when you just now told me you cant see through your Right eye-” he begins again.

“-But ‘m okay now, correct? I’s fine, Davey'' you give a warm smile to him, opening your arms for another hug, which he gladly takes.

“You better be alright…” he mumbles, staying close to you, looking up at you as well. You give him a smile, a smile that's comforting to him.

“May I’s get up yet..?” You drowsily ask, putting a hand in Daveys hair.

“Absolutely not- you're still hurt, y’know. And don't even think about saying you aren't, cause you'll probably stumble.” he says, getting up “And plus, you’ll worry the others.” Davey helps you sit up, smiling a little at you. 

“Ill be fine- gotta walk it of, ya know?” you smile back at Davey, going to get up, but ultimately failing. Davey had pushed you back into the bed.

“You're still not getting up- Want me to get you something?”

“My mouths kind of dry, i would’t mind wata” 

“Alright, i'll be back.” Davey leaves the room, leaving you alone. Is it a bad idea? Probably. Because you immediately get up, stumbling to the door. To be honest, you just wanted to check on the others. By the time you made it to the door, Davey had came back. 

“Y/N! Get back in the bed-” He brought you back to the bed, making you whine slightly. “Your still hurt, mister, you’re not getting up.”

“But Daveyyyyyy-” you whine, trying to get up again, which Davey had stopped you again.  “I wanna get uppp- pleaseeee?” you tried doing the puppy eyes, but davey had sat you down anyway.

“No, Y/N, your badly injured still, and im not risking anything. Now, drink the water you asked for.” he replies. You pout and drink the water. Davey smiles slightly, and gives you a kiss on your cheek. “Want me to get anyone?”

“Whoever wants to see me, Davey.” you replied, giving him a small smile back, shifting a little in the bed

“So far, Jack is worried the most- he’s worried about a lot, now that i think about it-..” he mumbles the last part, and goes to get Jack. Jack, once he heard he was finally allowed to see you, rushes in like the worried brother he is.

“Y/n! How have you been? Are you alright? What happened? Do I need to beat anyone up?” he said panicky, 

“ ‘m fine, Jack, and no- absolutely not, violence isn't an answer, Jack” you sigh, opening your arms for a hug, which in response he hugs you back, in a brotherly comfort way.

“Y/n, i know that- its ‘cause violence is da question and da answar’ is yes” your response from that was a sigh of disappointment 

“No, Jack, it isn’t, and it never will be.” 

“I guess your right then- Davey, didn't you say something about him bein’ hurt..? He looks all’right.”

“You wanna tell him or do I have to, Y/n?” Davey asks calmly, looking at you

“Jack- ive uhm, gone Blind in ma’ right eye..” you said, hoping jack wouldn't get too upset or angry at whoever did it to you.

“..and how'd that happen? Ans who dids it-” He looks at you, with a surprisingly serious face. You usually have seen Jack with a goofy or unserious face, so this was the first time in a while you've seen his serious face. The last time you've seen him so serious was when you were a kid, and that was a long time ago.

“Noone- not that i know of, atleast, and youse aren't beatin’ nobody, Jack” you respond with hesitance, because you didn't know if he was threatening violence or not.you honestly couldn't tell that much, reading tone was definitely not your strong suit. 

“I ain’ts dumb, Y/n, i knows not ta’ beat anyone up” he responds with a slight tone of voice you couldnt figure out if it was sarcasm or not. You didn't know why it was so hard for you to read tone because you could never learn how too, no one had taught you. Davey had been trying to teach you, and it was somewhat helping, but you couldn't read tone well.

“...So you aren't gonna beat whoever up?” you ask, looking up at the cowboy

“Nope, 'm not. I promise.” Jack replies, sticking his hands in his pockets. 

“Alright, ill trust you for now- Davey, keep an eye on ‘im?”  you turned to davey, who gave a nod “And Davey, you know i can't stay in this damn bed forever.” 

“I know, i know- but it's better for you to stay in bed for now, so you can heal to your best. Then i'll allow you to get up again.” He sighs slightly but with a smile “I can promise that, okay?”

“Alright- don’ make me get Jackie to watch ya” you go to steal his hat, so you can ruffle his hair. He tries to snatch it back but instead you ruffle his hair lightly, giving a sinister grin. His face responds back with one too, and he steals your hat and puts it on. You chuckle a little and put his on ”I have a cute guys hat on now” you say, making Davey blush a little. Jack leaves the two lovebirds alone, just meaning you and Davey were in the room. You do grabby hands for him, and in response he comes over and hugs you, gently. You kiss his face all over and smile a bunch. His face starts going red after the first few kisses, which just makes you smile even more.

“I see your feel better, Dear-” he mumbles out, letting you go

“I guess I am, hmm?” you give a cheeky smile “can i get up yet? ‘m feelin’  betta after all.” 

“Still no. i want you to stay in bed for at least a day, okay? Not risking anything. Also, i had to take your binder off and wash it, you were wearing it for too long and you were knocked out. Don't worry, nobody saw you. I made sure.” You nod a little 

“When can i have it back?” you ask

“Tomorrow, alright?” you nod again, sitting up 

“Can i atleast sit up, Davey? I promise i wont get uuup-”

“...Fine.” he sits on the edge of the bed, just there to keep you company. You two started small talk, Davey telling you about the strike news recently, stuff like that. You smile and listen, because Davey's voice could be calming a lot. You seemed to start drifting off to sleep, but stayed awake so Davey wouldn't think he was too boring again. You didn't really like it when he thought he was boring, because he wasn't at all. He seemed to be more energetic with people he knew well. You were one of those people, because Jack had introduced you two to each other when Davey and Les started being a newsie, which seemed to be a day before the strike started. I guess it could have been a coincidence, that's what everyone said, though. You just went along with it. When the two of you met, something had sparked with you two, and it seemed to be love at first sight. At least, that's what some of the newsies said. They usually saw hints before you could register them. That was something you liked about the other newsboys here. Sure, they could be mean sometimes, but you were fine with that. 

“Are any of the others hurt?” you ask, looking at davey.

“Not that i know of, not recently.” he replies, looking at you “Why do you ask?”

“Just a bit worried, is all” you said, shifting a little in the bed. “You know Davey says, getting up “you should sleep then, hmm?”

“Davey im not tired- oh! Lets get Racetrack in here and we can play spoons!” You jump up a little in excitement, and davey rests you back down 

“I know how you get when playing with Race, no. please, try and rest? You can play with him tomorrow- its already 9pm, Y/n.”

“But Daveyyyyyyy-” you whine, looking at him. You wanted to play badly, but he was right. He should really going to bed. He nods slightly and lays down, “Can I have cuddles, at least? You wont crush me or anythin’ ” you chuckle lightly at the statement at the end, and Davey comes over and cuddles you. You two share some cuddles, and soon the two of you drift off to sleep.

#fanfic #davey jacobs #davey newsies #male reader #david jacobs #newsies #newsies 1992 #newsies live

[nolanhollogay]

an exploratory kiss,  testing the waters between them 

hehe

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"I can't believe you just listen to music through a CD player," JJ said, astonished. "It's not 2003."

JJ had just discovered that Edgar was one of the few people in Kildare who didn't have a phone. He'd spent the better part of ten minutes bemoaning the fact that this now meant he would never be able to text him.

When he was done being dramatic, Edgar asked if he wanted to see his CD collection.

"I also have a stereo, and I use my laptop," Edgar explained.

They were lying in his bed, headphones between them, Tyler The Creator's "Flower Boy" playing loudly in their ears. Their knees kept knocking together every time one of them shifted so much as an inch. It felt like there was only the two of them in the world, and even though that wasn't true, Edgar wished it was, if only for a moment.

If Edgar was braver, he would've looped their legs together.

Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed

For the garden

That is where I was hidin'

That is what love I was in

JJ, fearless as ever, pressed his hand to the exposed strip of skin above Edgar's hip. "Is this song about bein' gay?"

Ain't no reason to pretend

Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed

Garden shed for the garçons

Them feelings I was guardin'

Edgar nodded, eyes fluttering closed at the feel of JJ's cold fingertips on him.

Leaning close, JJ teased, "Didn't take you for the type to listen to gay people music."

Edgar snorted, opening his eyes to send him a look. "Sorry I don't listen to Christian music, or whatever you were thinking."

Moving even closer, so close Edgar could see the lines in his irises, he said, "You're forgiven."

They both moved closer as the next track started.

When you're having fun, fun

(Time flies, time flies, time flies)

When you're having fun (Time flies)

Out the window (It goes, goes, goes)

They were a breath apart. Edgar could feel JJ's body heat seeping into his.

"This is a bad idea," he announced, though he didn't stop the hand JJ threaded into the hair on the back of his head. Any of his aunts could walk in at any time. Or, worse, his grandfather.

JJ hummed in acknowledgment. "That's my favorite kind of idea." Then he kissed him.

There wasn't fireworks like in the movies, no colors bursting behind Edgar's eyes.

But he felt something open up inside of him, a door to his heart, and sunlight burst out.

"Woah," he whispered against JJ's mouth.

JJ exhaled hard. "Yeah, woah."

Edgar grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back in. He'd kissed guys before, a few boys from the church and a Touron here and there, but it'd never felt like this. Like he was learning about a new part of himself that he never knew existed.

JJ's hand slid from his hair to cup his face, and Edgar threw caution to the wind, throwing his leg over his hips.

It earned him a pleased noise from the back of JJ's throat that he wanted to hear over and over again.

"You're so—" JJ cut himself off as he kissed him again, rolling then so Edgar was on his back beneath him.

Edgar gasped, and was met with JJ's tongue between his teeth. He gripped his collar even tighter.

"Mijo," his abuelo said, through the door, knocking three times. JJ rolled off of him, tangling himself in the headphones and nearly falling off the bed. "Can I come in?"

Edgar floundered, buzzing with energy, watching in a daze as JJ struggled to unwrap himself. "Yeah, uh, just one second!"

His abuelo was opening the door before he finished his sentence. He looked between them, taking in their rumpled appearances and the mess JJ was in, and smiled.

"I just wanted to know if your.. friend was staying for dinner," he said, eyes lit up with amusement. He sounded seconds away from laughter.

JJ, unlooping an earbud from his wrist, shook his head. "Uh, no, sir. I gotta leave soon." He turned to Edgar, noticing the frown on his face. "Nov and her dad already bullied me into their family dinner," he turned back to Abuelo, "Thank you, though. I appreciate it."

Abuelo nodded, sending him a smile. "I'll leave you alone now." He sent Edgar a look that definitely meant they'd be talking about this situation later before he closed the door.

Edgar looked at JJ, and laughed when he saw he was still tangled. "You're a mess. Like a little puppy," he teased, leaning over to help him out. "Mi perrito."

JJ responded by pulling him into another kiss.

#edgar ramirez #jjedgar #edgar asks #asks #leaf tag 🌿 #my writing

[starsandauras]

Prompt 2: Bolt

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 2: Bolt Streamer AU is back! Yay!

“What’s this one?” Alisaie asked, sliding a scrap of fabric over to Brigid, who automatically reached out for it without looking, focused more on the design taking form under her pencil.

It was an iridescent purple, but otherwise wasn’t particularly shiny. She crumpled it under her hand, and it looked and sounded all the world like crumpling loose leaf paper. “Silk taffeta,” she said distractedly, sliding it back over to Alisaie.

Alphinaud slid another swatch over to her, this one a soft blue color, and light and flowy. “This one?” he asked, his carbuncle chirping seemingly in encouragement from Alphinaud’s lap.

She grasped at it, rubbing the fabric between her fingers to test the texture. “Ugh,” she groaned, flicking it away from her. The twins watched as it floated back down to the table. “Chiffon,” she practically spat out, like it was a curse. “Evil fabric, nay worth the bother of workin’ with.”

“You can identify it only through touch?” Alphinaud asked, head tilted as he poked at the rejected swatch, wondering what was so terrible about this chiffon.

“If ‘tis bein’ made proper like, aye,” she murmured, again distracted by her design. “If Alisaie was handin’ me a shantung, I’d be tellin’ it from the bits woven in. Taffeta’s nay havin’ it, and chiffon is being lighter.” She spat the word again, making Alphinaud raise an eyebrow at his sister, she just shrugged, equally confused.

Instead she slid another swatch over, a deep crimson and incredibly shiny, practically puddling on the table, the wrong side matte. “And this?”

Once again, Brigid picked it up without actually looking at it, moving it about in her hand. “Charmeuse,” she settled on, before finally looking up at them. “Were you two diggin’ through me silk stash?” she asked, smiling softly as the two looked away from her and towards each other, shifting nervously.

“It’s a good texture,” Alphinaud finally spoke up, but his voice was quiet, and his carbuncle curled up against his chest.

“Well, not the taffeta,” Alisaie added, moving to look over Brigid’s shoulder. “Is that one going on the stream?” she asked, clearly changing the subject.

Brigid hummed, more than happy to move on if they wanted. “Nay, ‘tis a private commission, havenae cleared it for the stream yet, nay sure if I’m goin’ to ask.”

Alphinaud also peeked over, blinking at it for a moment. “This isn’t the dress Mother commissioned,” he eventually said, looking up at Brigid.

“Mm, still waitin’ on the fabric she was wantin’ for it. Dinnae keep damask in the stash.”

“What’s this one for then?” Alisaie asked, only looking up at Brigid when the other woman was quiet for a long moment. “No,” she practically gasped. “Is this for the opera house?!”

“You said you’d never do work for him again after the time their in-house cutter and draper walked out!”

“Wait, was the cutter-draper? I thought it was the assistant designer.”

Brigid groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Hyth was askin’,” she mumbled. “Was callin’ in a favor.”

The twins (and carbuncle) stared at each other before staring back at Brigid. “What’s he paying you?” Alisaie finally asked.

“Thousand gil and ten yalms of emerald green watered silk,” Brigid answered, face still in her hands.

“The fabric that looks like the waves in Ala Mhigan steel?” Alphinaud asked, and Brigid nodded. Alisaie whistled low, under her breath.

“That’s fair then.”

#FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIVWrite #Warrior of Light: Brigid O'Donnell #Alphinaud Leveilleur #Alisaie Leveilleur #Streamer AU #thank you so much to Nicole Rudolph #her video on silk helped SO MUCH with this fill #she's very good go watch her on youtube #also chiffon is an evil fabric and I will never work with it again

[sheriff-caitlyn]

She returns to work.

It feels necessary, as though she needs the anchoring of routine. A thought which is perhaps not incorrect. Things will not ‘go back to normal’, because what was normal before is not possible any longer. This is something new, something that she must adapt to.

Officers and clerks stand as she enters the office. She acknowledges their looks, their doffed hats, their salutes, with an incline of the head. Many of them wear mourning bands; she is dressed in mostly black and dark greys. Perhaps she should not be here, and yet... Piltover needs its sheriff, and the Sheriff needs her work.

She takes the elevator to her office, she greets her secretary, and she steps inside. Vi is already there - early, with doughnuts and the kettle boiled - and Caitlyn gives a small (genuine) smile. Vi is also dressed in black, the pink of her hair restrained under a black kerchief.

“Oh, dear,” Caitlyn says, eyeing the kerchief, smiling a little wider.

“Too much?” Vi smiles uncertainly. “I wasn’t sure...” A vague gesture, both hands fluttering. “Y’know, for Mom... didn’t feel right to be... y’know...”

“Mother had our colours in her hair,” Caitlyn says, touching the cravat she wears, the only colour to her outfit today. “I think you can let your hair down, Vi.”

Vi considers, then nods, and pulls the kerchief down to her neck. A scarf, then.

Caitlyn hums a chuckle, then pauses, and turns to look at her bookshelves. Slowly, she runs her hands over the spines of the books and folders that fill the spaces, touches the knickknacks and photograph frames, familiarising herself with the space that she has been absent from for so long. Reminding herself that, yes, this is her office. This is where she works. This is where she should be.

It does not feel like it used to. This place anchors her through familiarity alone. It does not keep her tethered.

Perhaps the time has come, after all. Sooner than expected, and for none of the reasons her foresight and planning could have factored in. 

“You serious about moving out of your place?”

“Mm? Oh. Yes.” She takes her hand off the shelf, and gives Vi her full attention again. “I was. I am.”

“What’s gonna happen to your place? I can’t see it bein’ anyone else’s but yours.” She opens the doughnut box and selects a jam-bon. 

Caitlyn moves past to the kettle, and starts the process of preparing her own tea. Little familiar rituals in a familiar place. “Perhaps they could turn it into a museum.”

“For someone who ain’t even dead yet, though?” 

There’s a moment where they’re both quiet, stung by the thought of Trisha. By the weight of mortality.

Caitlyn breathes a sigh through her nose as she pours the water into her cup. “Like you said, you cannot see 23B being anyone’s place but my own. Others might feel the same.” She might know a guy who might be able to turn her place into a monument to her early career. Would he be willing, though? Or would it cut him to the quick? “Maybe I could... manage it,” she says, quietly.

“Already thinking of a side hustle?” Vi chuckles, then gives Caitlyn a look. “Or a new career?”

Caitlyn watches the tea buds unfurl in her cup, breathes in the smell of jasmine, and doesn’t say anything. But she hums in the negative.

Her change in career is going to be a tad more ambitious than ‘curator’.

#coming to a close #vi #caitlyn #piltover's finest #partners

[d20owlbear]

"Your Lasso Wound Around My Neck" :eyes emoji x 1000:

So! This fic is actually partially posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24651685

It's a GO western AU where Crowley is a ranchero and Aziraphale a blacksmith and farrier who'd been picked up. It also has one of my FAVORITE pieces of writing that's waiting for me to get back into it and writing for it again.

Adding below a spoiler/read more in case ppl would rather wait

((it was very hard to cut down this scene for viewing here, sorry if anything seems a bit lost, and all you need to really know is that Crowley has a little black book that's his 'ranch diary' of sorts, has ranch secrets and ledger information to be noted down in the official ledger later, as well as Crowley's private thoughts... and feelings he's not supposed to be having a la homophobia))

"Thank ya kindly, then." Crowley murmured as he stepped close enough that Aziraphale was forced to pull his hand back so that he wouldn't stab the man with soft leather and paper. Crowley reached for the book reverently, with all the aplomb of a man taking a holy relic, and his fingers brushed the length of Aziraphale's in the transfer. 

Aziraphale had never been so jealous of a book in his life as he was of this one, cradled by Crowley's long, hard fingers and sat firmly in his palm. 

"Is that all?" Crowley continued, voice suddenly hoarse, though Aziraphale wasn’t entirely sure why. He looked up at Crowley and tried not to flinch at the sheer dread on the man's face. 

"I dunno, is it, Mr. Crowley?" Aziraphale asked softly. "Because I don't think it rightly is. I think there's a bit more to that book, bein’ returned by me, that might need to be laid all out there on the table, as it were." 

Crowley swallowed hard and let his hand drop, still holding the book, before turning back to the desk and stepping across the room once more with dull, uninspiring thuds of hard boots on hard floors. The lanky man grabbed up his brandy and let the rest of what was in the glass slide down his throat in a single go, seemingly needing either the courage in his blood or the time to think up his next move. 

"You read it?" Those three words damned them both, in all the ways it mattered really. And Aziraphale could feel the way the hanging tree suddenly sprouted two new nooses from its boughs. Three words that felt like foreseeing their graves, but it also felt a bit like finding a new colt alive and well after not expecting it to make the night. Confusing and exhilarating and exhausting and all those words that buried too many feelings inside a chest already crowded with heart and lungs and with no room left for the rest. 

"I did." Aziraphale couldn't think of anything else to say but the truth. "And, at the risk of being shot down for flying out in the front ‘a game rush, it was about me. Wasn't it?" And there went quite a few more words that felt like damnation and new colts too. 

Crowley didn't respond except to sigh and head over behind the desk to pour himself more drink. He paused briefly before taking out another glass and pouring just as healthy of a portion as his own. 

"As much as you might not believe it, but there's things that weren't meant to be read. Even by a school marm like yourself." Crowley said at last, smiling that straight razor way of his and talking jovially through his teeth though even butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. 

"I ain't a school marm and you ought to know that by now, since your pay ledgers say otherwise about my work." Aziraphale couldn't help but rise to the old, familiar bait Crowley laid out for him. It was safer waters than whatever the rest of this conversation would surely delve to. "But I can't say that I've ever found a book I wasn’t meant to go through." 

"Well maybe ya just did." Crowley shot back with a surprising hiss in his throat. Aziraphale stepped forward and took the drink from where it sat in front of Crowley on the table behind the desk, standing right beside where the taller man hadn't bothered to move from, and pretended like the heat off their shoulders nearly brushing didn't affect him nearly as much as it did. 

"Did I?" Aziraphale asked lowly. 

"Sometimes," Crowley began with a sigh worthy of Atlas and he turned to hide his yellow belly from Aziraphale again, stepping around his desk and to the windows overlooking the empty paddock, "Sometimes things like that’re dangerous. Filled with all sorts of dangerous things." 

"There's danger in reading?" Aziraphale asked, as if he didn’t know the exact sort of danger he's referring to. 

"In this, sure. Dangerous secrets to get found out. Dangerous thoughts an' dangerous feelings…" Crowley sipped at his brandy and shifted his weight to a hip as Aziraphale followed him once more over to the window. 

"Yeah? How're them feelings dangerous? If ya don't mind me inquiring." Aziraphale asked, and he's reminded of talking down a skittish horse to accept his touch so he can go about getting proper shoes on it, to help them both in the long run. 

"You know why." Crowley spat with a grimace overtaking his face, and suddenly Aziraphale just can't take it anymore. Can't take the box step they've been dancing around each other for years now when finally, maybe, something might come of it. Can't take the way Crowley looks like he's gonna die right then and there and sigh his ghost right out of his body for fear of shattering what's between them. So he does the first impulsive thing he's done since coming out here on a whim and following red hair to a ranch outside of a tiny town in nowhere. 

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's wrist in a firm, though kind, grip and pulled the man closer until they were face to face and he could tell Crowley was looking at him even through stained glass spectacles. "Aziraphale?" Crowley asked, voice tinny and tight. 

"I can't help but think," Aziraphale said, looking him right in the eyes and hoping to God he wasn't wrong about all this, but feeling his hand tremble and his boots shake on his feet like he might be, "That your dangerous thoughts and mine might be too alike to ignore."

"Aziraphale," Crowley said again, lips parted in a silent gasp, but that doesn't slow him down more than a hair. 

"And I think a whole book filled with me in the margins and sometimes whole pages from someone who says he ain't even a writer is the most flattering thing that's ever happened to me." Aziraphale finished and stepped in one more time to close the distance between them until he could feel Crowley's legs and chest and arms tremble the same way he was. 

"Ya think so?" Crowley whispered and licked his lips. 

"I think so." Aziraphale confirmed, and then closed his eyes with a moan shoved back down into his chest as Crowley's lips met his in the most searing kiss he'd ever had the pleasure of partaking in. The hanging tree felt closer than ever, but he also felt like his chest was filled with all sorts of new colts breaking into a run for the first time and doing excellently at it.

#Your Lasso Wound Around My Neck #YLWAMN #western au #cowboy au #good omens au #my writing #wip meme

[cultrise]

I don't know if you're requests are open or not but it is well known that hobie is into sex alot like alot lot how will he react tho if He gets the reader pregnant and what will he do

[REPOST] i do have them open! also, this is a very interesting prompt to think about in relation to his character so i hope i do it justice ^^

finding out you were pregnant would be such a scary thing to face. not only because of the commitment but also because you knew that you weren't ready. you knew hobie wasn't either.

however, after some consideration and seeking advice from pavitr (he gives incredible advice) you realized that you needed to tell hobie. you were sure he would not leave you, but anxiety still gripped your heart and brain as you sat him down to tell him the news.

" 'sup gorgeous?" he said as he sat beside you and looked over. seeing you bite your lip in anxiousness made him look at you concerned. "wha's wrong?" he asked as he placed a hand on your thigh, caressing it reassuringly. you didn't even notice your eyes start to water "i'm...pregnant, hobie" you barely managed to let out.

at first, he'd think you're joking, despite your tears "yeah, right" he'd say with a laugh. but when he saw you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes he would get hit by reality immediately. "y..you... you bein' serious?" he'd say with shaky lips as he got up and put his hand over his mouth in shock - sure, you've been raw dogging it for a while but he didn't think it would happen (and that's why we use condoms, kids).

you'd start crying even more as you saw him move to the other side of the room, still not comprehending the news. "don't cry. 'm not mad" he'd murmur "i just.. uh.. gotta think" he'd say as he'd sit down on the edge of the desk, contemplating.

it would definitely take a while for him to figure out what to do and organize his thoughts but once he did he would sit down next to you again, take you into his arms and say "i love you. no matter what. 'kay?" he'd say as he wiped off your cheeks. "need you to understand this. i love you" you nodded between tears at his reassuring words.

"look" he'd start as he caressed your face with his thumb " 'm not ready to be a dad. i think we both know that. but then again..." he said as he looked away with a little smile "I didn't think I was able to be in a committed relationship either" he'd turn to you and press his lips on your forehead.

"what 'm tryin' t'say is.. i'm a fuckin' mess. i don't know what the fuck 'm doin'. and I'm so scared to have a child in a world like this" he said as he bit his lip. in truth, being spider-man scared him enough when it came to you. he couldn't even bear the idea of having a child that could get in danger at any moment because of him. "but.. you're the mum" he'd say as he caressed your belly with his big hands. "and you're my girl. whatever you decide, 'm with you all the way. don't even doubt that" he'd smile softly as he placed a tender kiss on your lips. you knew that whatever you decided, he was never going to leave your side. you were his. he was yours. you weren't ever going to back off on each other. not in this universe. not ever.

#spider punk #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #request #repost #hobie #atsv #across the spiderverse

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

[lynxgriffin]

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 Thoughts!!!

WOOO OKAY I stayed up WAY too late trying to finish Deltarune Chapter 2 last night!! It took me awhile because I suck at video games, but I finally did it!

While I normally type up commentary as I play first time, I didn’t get the chance to do that here, so I’ll get down all my general thoughts here!

Unspoilery thoughts: loved it, knew I would, will need to replay soon to see what all I missed, and am excited for whatever’s next!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 under the cut!!

(These are just as I think of them, not in any particular order!)

Okay overall I can see why this took two years and a much larger team to complete, the second chapter is SO much more expansive and heavy on scene-specific animations! It all looks SO GOOD

I already love Susie but now I love her even more, her expressions were SO GOOD

Susie has a (little nubby) tail confirmed?? That’s adorable

Okay this game is definitely reading the chapter 1 data, which I find interesting because I didn’t obtain it through Steam last time

But like, I gave the “Susie eats chalk” response to Noelle last time, and in chapter two she gave Susie the box of chalk, so awwww!

Also I missed Onionsan in my initial computer playthrough, so they didn’t show up this time, just got a moment of Susie and Kris sitting by the river together!

I find it REALLY interesting that while Ralsei is a Darkner, apparently he can jump around to other Dark Worlds whereas other Darkners like Lancer and Rouxls can’t so much…hmmm!

It was so nice to see everyone filling out the town now, though!

Noooo Susie probably doesn’t have her own room at home, awwww

Kris just casually jumping up to the classroom and bringing everyone back tho, perfect

Was right on there being multiple dark worlds in other locations, but honestly that part’s the least surprising to me, that always seemed like a pretty standard path to take!

The werewires were creepy and great; difficult to battle tho

QUEEN IS MY NEW FAVORITE

EVERY LINE OF HERS WAS A+

I’m so glad that I didn’t really go anywhere with Jevil’s line about the Queen in PT; nothing I came up with could’ve topped Queen being an absolute acid trip of an antagonist in this chapter

NOELLE SO SWEET

Her lil’ robot disguise! Her being afraid of mice at first!

I kinda wish we could have had her in the party more? She was super useful as a party member, honestly!

But sadly I guess we’re not gonna get more than the three-person party, awww

B E R D L Y

I cannot believe Berdly basically became incel Falco but also had a sympathetic backstory

Like I laughed a lot at all of Berdly’s expressions and dialogue while also going BERDLY YOU ARE THE WORST

Noelle’s WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? part = A+

I feel like Queen’s relationship with Noelle definitely had some uncomfy parallels with probably how she is dealing with her real mom

I AM NOT GOOD AT PUNCH-OUT AND THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT

I somehow missed the part where Susie is wearing Ralsei’s glasses??? Where is this

Also in general there was a LOT of puzzles and gameplay in the overworld map, which I was bad at but was also very cool

KRIS GET THE BANANA

The dolphin pop-up ads…

I DID NOT LIKE THE SPAMTON GUY

DISCOMFORT THE WHOLE TIME

Apparently he’s also the secret boss for this chapter?? That’s at least if the soundtrack is anything to go by. Maybe I’ll go back and try it on another playthrough, but aaaaagggghhhg

SO MANY GOOD SUSELLE MOMENTS

MY LIL SHIPPER HEART HAS A NICE SERVING AND WANTS MORE

The whole deal with the ferris wheel conversation and just awwwwuuuuuuh

Needs more Susiezilla now too (I picked the “something romantic” option because of course)

MORE PLZ, LET’S DIG DEEPER HERE

Also I cannot believe Susie has (at least) two people crushing on her and is just totally oblivious to it

There’s SO Many interesting HMM moments with Kris and that definitely included the entire acid tunnel of love scene with Kris and Ralsei

Interrupted of course by an appropriately silly Rouxls battle

But man the more we see (or often DON’T see) of Ralsei the more intriguing it gets

LET NOELLE RIDE IN THE TEACUP RIDE WITH SUSIE

I just knew going back to get that chest without Noelle would be something dumb

OKAY I ended up dying a lot to 1) the Mauswheel, and 2) the color-changing butlers?? So I ended up having to do the whole sequence with annoying dog blasting through everything in his path multiple times

I DID feel bad for Berdly during that boss battle where he was werewired; that was nice and body horror-ish

That said… “I NEED A KISS FROM A GAMER GIRL”

The giant mecha boss battle absolutely kicked my ass, though

Like it WAS badass but that took me a LOT of tries to get through

My thrash machine was very GUN’S

Overall the difficulty curve was definitely stepped up from chapter 1!

LOTS MORE DARK WORLD AND KNIGHT LORE FROM RALSEI HERE

And lots of talk about Noelle being pretty important to it, too!

I’m glad I got to bring Susie on the walkaround this time around town!

I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WACKY ROOMMATE NOW

King and Queen’s entire conversation was so hilarious

King just slides over to suck on that sweet, sweet giant hamster water bottle

BUNKER STILL BEIN SUSPICIOUS

Aww the pizzeria is not a creepy mascot Chuck-E-Cheese’s style, tho

Confirmation that Gerson was Alvin’s father! And I feel like there’s a lot we’re missing there, too

Still not allowed to see Papyrus…

Catti’s parents…

I wasn’t expecting this at all, but it feels like they may be introducing way more Lightners to the Dark World with each chapter, since both Noelle and Berdly ended up there?

And if that’s the case, I feel like it’s hinting that Catti and/or Jockington may be next

SUSIE STAYING AT KRIS’S PLACE FOR A SLEEPOVER WAS SO SWEET

IMMEDIATELY UNDERCUT BY KRIS GOING FERAL AGAIN

Like I dunno the whole scenario somehow managed to be both REALLY sinister and very funny at once??

Susie and Toriel are busy laughing and making a pie together, meanwhile Kris just sneaks the hell out and slashes Toriel’s tires because it’s KNIVES OUT TIME

Please let Susie watch more giant monster (and giant human) movies with her friends, she needs this

THAT SAID, THAT ENDING

HMM HMM HMMMMMMMMMM

SO THIS SEEMS TO BE INDICATING THAT KRIS IS THE KNIGHT

Which like…is in fact making SOME KIND OF SENSE in my head overall, but I definitely need more context to see how exactly

Like I’m all “THIS FEELS RIGHT BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY, I NEED MOOOORE”

Considering Ralsei’s reaction to Noelle and Berdly trying to make a new fountain, this definitely seems to be setting up some kind of future confrontation between Kris and Ralsei, which! HMMMM

I THINK IT’S TIME FOR THIS GIF AGAIN

Basically I HAD A GRAND TIME, I NEED TO REPLAY, EXCITED FOR THE REST WHENEVER IT COMES

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune spoilers #deltarune ch 2 spoilers #also of course we get another BANGIN SOUNDTRACK #which I get to have on repeat until the remixes comes out #and I put those on repeat for another two years

[athyathye]

Hi author, how r u? you good 🤧 Anyways!! Could i request a head canon for Angry, Draken, Mitsuya with a Hori Kyoko fem reader! So basically-- She has a younger brother, she's a sadist/masochist, has a dad who likes the boys better [in a joking way ofc] and a mom who really cares for the boys, also the reader has a female classmate or friend who's crushing on her, etc. I hope this okay!! lolol 💕🥰

Hori! reader

Author's note 📝: I'm great! A little drained from my exams but still fine! How are you? Hope you like this anon~ Take care and stay safe!!!

Warnings ⚠️: Profanities, a sprinkle of violence but nothing too serious, at least not in my opinion. You guys know how much of a masochist and a sadist Hori is.

(Angry, Draken and Mitsuya)

Angry :

❥  “Is it just me? Or is Angry a little too…..rough?”  The boys of Toman watched as your boyfriend dragged you around, the permanent scowl on his face looking more and more forced judging by the pink tint on his cheeks. Although they didn’t think that.

❥ “What do you mean?” Smiley asked Draken, of course being the older brother, he has to keep Angry in check. But he knew his younger brother better than anyone, meaning he knew Angry would never resort to those kinds of tendencies.

❥ “Doncha’ think he’s bein’ too aggressive with y/n?” This time it was Baji who had asked, turning towards Smiley who now had a neutral expression on his face. “You’re probably just seeing things wrong.”

❥ They left the conversation at that, surely Angry wouldn’t be that type of man. Of course he wasn’t. Right?

❥ “Souya! You’d better be more careful with your-” “Shut the hell up b*tch. Stay quiet for once!” Angry snarled at you, which made Smiley who was right behind him choke on the water he was drinking, splashing it all over Takemitchy who was right beside him.

❥ “Move.” He pushed you aside with no remorse...In Takemitchy’s opinion. Both boys who were watching the scene stood quiet before Smiley called out to you, “Y/n-san-” “Smiley, Leave her be. Let’s go”

❥ Takemitchy and Smiley glanced at each other in bewilderment, wondering if what they saw just happened. “S-smiley-kun….” “They must have fought, right? That’s why he’s being like this...Yeah that’s it.” Poor older brother Smiley can’t seem to think of his sweet little brother like that. It looked like his soul left his body as he followed after Angry.

❥ Takemitchy glanced back to you, your back seeming extremely small for him as he shook his head a few times. ‘If it was hina…’ He thought before he imagined his significant other beating him up with a shovel, causing him to shiver.

❥ Now maybe Smiley was just in denial, but sometimes he could see Angry pacing around like he was doing something extremely illegal, not to mention the fact that he always seemed to never be home anymore.

❥ He was talking about this with Draken and Mitsuya before they heard a commotion in the west part of where they were headed.

❥ “Oh hey! Remember that-” Angry’s hand pushed your forehead back. “Who the hell do you think you’re frickin’ talkin’ to airhead? Stop acting like we’re buddy buddy and shut the hell up!!” he held you by your collar before he felt a presence behind him which caused him to turn around with that same murderous glint he had on his face.

❥ “ANGRY WHAT THE ABSOLUTE F*CK!??!” "BRO GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!” “SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL-” The enraged shouts of his friends were loud and impatient, Smiley taking the initiative to tackle him down while Mitsuya Grabbed your arm, forcing you away from them.

❥  “Y/n-san! Are you o- Why the hell were you smiling like that?" “BRO! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW BETTER!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Smiley’s outburst caused the numerous people present to glance at you guys.

❥ “Ahhh. I’ve really had enough of this!!” Angry frustratedly said, his arms covering his face to hide his very pitiful expression. He broke free from his brother’s grip, before he pulled on your wrist, catching the already shaken Mitsuya, to get caught off guard more. “Hey-”

❥ “Move your ass y/n! I’m going now! I can’t really explain but this isn’t anything sexual, got it?!” He screamed, one of his hands still covering most of his face.

❥ “Sexual? Did he just say sexual-”

Draken :

❥ You were the jealous type no doubt, the girlfriend who had some sort of unresolved abandonment issues or high walls and expectations that caused you to always fret over your boyfriend.

❥ And though it sometimes annoyed Draken, it definitely buttered up his ego- It entertained the gang so much they called you ‘The goddess of jealousy’

❥ All in good fun though, the other members would tease you by wrapping themselves around Draken, Mikey being the most menacing.

❥ “Hey you!!! Don’t go stealing Draken away from me, Sano!!!” you shook his entire body, causing Draken to look away with a sweatdrop and the others to pretend like they weren’t looking at the scene.

❥ Mikey looked just about ready to barf before you let him down. “You’re so weird! You’re always clinging to him and stuff!!!” you screamed at him, but Mikey being the little tease he is, “He’s OUR boyfriend now-”

❥ He landed a trip to the clinic just for that one, getting knocked out for at least a day before he decided to never mess with you again.

❥ Though, looks like this time the situation was reversed. “Hey uhh- could you do something about her?” You asked with a sweatdrop, the girl hugging you too tightly for your comfort

❥ “...Hey. Let go-” “Shut it you no-good punk.” “Huh? Whaddya’ say?” “a punk.”

❥  Draken grabbed your shoulder, pulling you near him before the girl grabbed you back, proceeding into a tug of war with you being the damn rope.

❥ “Oi! If you were a guy i would’a punched you right here and now!” “Do I look like I care, you hoodlum!? Why’d y/n-san even like you!?” They butt each other in the head, seeming like they were competing in who had the more threatening face before he turned towards you.

❥ Grabbing you by the wrist as he made you look at him “Get to school.” He plainly said, looking like he was just about to explode. “Hey-” “Listen to your boyfriend.” His pupils shook very harshly, making you feel a bit unsettled but very aroused-

❥ “S-sure” was the only answer you could muster before he pushed you to the exit.

Mitsuya :

❥ No, because you guys would make great parents. Like literally the best-

❥ Anyways, looks like Mitsuya gained another sibling, 1 child…..and 1 more manchild.

❥ Not that he minded though, your brother would sometimes take after you, in a way that he’d get violent if ever he was wronged, so he got another helper in taking care of his sisters.

❥ But your father….Well let’s just say he scared the hell out of Mitsuya at first.

❥ “Woah what’s that?” He asked, pointing to Mitsuya as if he was an object. What scared Mitsuya was the fact that your father looked like someone who’d literally beat the hell out of people who had done him wrong. Or someone like Baji who’d blow cars up for fun-

❥ “Those piercings are sick. Did you do them yourself?” “Y-yes.” Mitsuya said uncomfortably, for a big man he sure was touchy. Don’t tell anyone but he’s almost trembling from the non-existent pressure your dad had been giving him.

❥ Though, all of his nervousness subsided once you had come back. Kicking your father in the head. Yeah, that didn’t last for long as your father had busted out a “You can’t have my daughter.”

❥ Mitsuya looked taken aback, but not too surprised, he readied himself for that one. After all, nobody had a positive look on gangsters like him, but he was serious about you. So mans was about to drop a bomb on how well he would treat and take care of you.

❥ That was until, “Just kidding! Man, I always wanted to say that.” Mitsuya sighed in relief, your father had been too playful for his liking, he knew for a fact your dad would make him have a heart attack some time.

❥  Your little brother was cute though, he found it refreshing to finally have a cute little boy running around for him. Now don’t get him wrong, he loved his siblings. It was just nice having a little brother, one that was innocent. Poor Hakkai got replaced-

❥ Anyways there was a time where Souta (your lil bro) had coincidentally bumped into Toman...beating some people up.

❥ “S-souta- This! This isn’t what it looks like!” One thing Mitsuya hated the most was becoming a bad influence to people around him.

❥ “Ah! Onii-chan Sorry! I thought I saw you with a blonde girl earlier! My sister’s really really mad! Don’t come to my house yet!” Souta begged with tears forming in his eyes.

❥ “...Eh?” “Rip Mitsuya.” “Accepting applications for the new 2nd division captain-” “Shut the hell up.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #angry x reader #souya kawata x reader #draken x reader #ryuuguji ken x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader

[misssquishy]

Fifty Shades of Lucifer. 18+ an obey me fanfic🔞 (A dominant Lucifer and a submissive Mc)

🔞 Warning:  spanking, toys, bondage, shock collar and a whole bunch of sin.

I need some help. There was this obey me fanfic on this hellish website and I don't know who it was wrote by, or what was the title of the post, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please link it in the comments. so the boys were trying to hide their heat from Mc, but Mc, found out anyway and it went from youngest to oldest; belphegor got caught doing shit to Mc's underwear, beel fuck Mc on belph bed, asmo couldn't stand his own scent, Satan was angry, Levi did the 'do' to himself with his tail, Mammon was mammon and the last time I check Lucifer one wasn't out. so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please link it in the comments, I will kiss you.

If you're curious what is wrong with me click this link

if you find a grammar mistake don't tell me I'm not going to fix it

I was about to do this whole like every time Lucifer speaks is red but I forgot the app sucks donkey ass, so it doesn't save what I want it to do (it also removes some of the stuff I wrote down here)

He was sitting in his study, up late again as the night before paperwork had to be done. Lucifer was tired as he sat at his desk, gloves were off, his tie was undone.  Leaning against his hand as he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was stressed and he knew it. He was tired of the paperwork, his brother's antics and tired of cleaning up their messes. But he has too much pride to admit that he needs a break. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his hair. He came to a realization that he is too stressed to carry on, he needed to let out his frustration. He usually just holds it in until he has enough and blows up on Mammon. But recently Lucifer got a new pet to take his anger out on. He chuckled to himself as he stood up, he walked to the fireplace and put out the flames. He opened the door to his study and closed it behind him as he left for his room, a smile plastered across his face as he made his way to his room, gratefully waiting for your arrival.

Feeling groggy your eyes flutter open, slowly being woken up by your D.D.D. ringing on the nightstand. You rolled out of bed and walked to the nightstand, the name 'Lucifer' flashed on the screen as you answered the call "Hello…?" "Were you asleep?" He asked with a voice more tired sounding than yours "Come to my room, now, don't make me wait" you looked at your phone confusedly as the call ended, you wondered why Lucifer wanted you at this hour as you slowly walked to his bedroom. You knocked on the wood, a weary "Come in" encouraged you to open the door "You wanted to see me, Lucifer?" "Yes, close the door" you complied and closed it. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on a little box lying on his bed. You looked at the table, several more Akuzon boxes sitting on it. You glanced at the Avatar pride that was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand "Come, set" he gestured to the bed. you wandered over and sat down next to the box  "I'm sorry for calling on you at this hour, I needed to ask you a question"  "Is the question that important that you have to wake me up at 2:00 am?" Lucifer didn't like the cocky tone in your voice as you said those words, but he kept calm as he knew that cockiness wouldn't last for long "Yes, it's very important for that it couldn't wait for tomorrow" he put the glass of wine up to his lips and sipped it "First, I would like you to open your gift" he gestured to the Akuzon box sitting next to you. You hesitated, it's Lucifer after all and the way he was staring at you, wasn't innocent. He noticed your expression as you looked at the box curiously and laughed "Go on, It's not poisonous, you can open it"  you looked at him then slowly shrugged as you began to open the box. You were shocked as your eyes looked at the content within the box: a red leash with a matching collar and golden dog tags attached to it

"Do you like it?" He asked with a slight smile across his face. You stared at the collar as you noticed your full name and your date of birth on one of the dog tags, and the words ‘property of Lucifer’ on the other "Now, on to the question why you're here" he said as he sat his glass on the table "Are you my good girl?" You stare at him as you slowly realize the real reason why you're here. You tightly squeeze the dog collar as your heart pounded with excitement "yes" you mumble as you squeeze your thighs together, your hips shifting in your seat. Lucifer let out a slight chuckle  "Is that how good girls talk now?" You looked down at the floor in shame as you slowly shook your head "Now, I'll ask you again" placing his elbows on the table as he rested his chin on his hands "are you my good girl?" He stared at you and curiosity as he wandered, will you give him what he wanted? You started to become aroused. You know what he wants, and you know if you say it, you would become his bitch from that point on. staring at the collar again, glancing over the dog tags once more as you took a deep breath and let out a little ”yes, master”

Lucifer started laughing, that was the right answer. He leaned back in his seat and patted his leg "Come here, and bring the gift" you tried to put up some "fight". you think it's fun to get under his skin sometimes, and think it's sexy when he gets angry "I'm not a dog, Lucifer" . He saw that you were still defiant, and wondered how much you could take until you finally broke. He sighed "why are you so damn stubborn?" He stood up straight, his words were full of annoyance as he spoke "I said come here" you rolled your eyes as you got on your hands and knees on the floor and slowly crawled to Lucifer, leash and collar in your hand. Stopping between his legs as you look at him, a devilish grin plastered across his face "That's how good girl's should act" a part of you hates being treated like a dog, but you can't ignore your arousal. And the more obedient you are, the more ecstatic he becomes. He took the collar from you and fastened it around your neck "It fits perfectly" he said "Now people will know who you belong to" He then patted his lap, encouraging you to lay on it. As you lay your head on his inner thigh he begins to rub his fingers through your hair "You're such a good girl, yes you are" you sit there as he pat your head and you close your eyes, it was soothing. It was late and you didn't mean to. but loving the tension, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Lucifer saw that you were going to sleep and got even more annoyed. 

He grabbed the leash and yanked on it, jerking you forward "Don't you dare go to sleep on me now, we haven't got started yet" he let go of the leash and place a hand on your cheek "I have more gifts for you" he said "But you have to earn them" his hand moved to the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful of it, making you wince as you stared at the devilish grin on his face "Now, be a good girl and suck your master’s cock" he set up and started unbuckling his pants "I will warn you, I'm not going to hold back this time" You weighed in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He ran his thumb under the waistband of his boxers staring at you while he did it, making you wait "Is this what you want?" He asked while pulling down his boxers, exposing his aching shaft. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you can't deny it any more, you did enjoy the way he treated you. He cocked an eyebrow at your eagerness. He found it amusing, how you were so hesitant the first time you two did something like this, but in that moment you were like a dog begging for a treat, and he loved it. Lucifer put a hand on your cheek, his thumb entered your mouth and rubbed it on the inside of your cheek before pulling on it, making your mouth open wider. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue before sliding in your mouth, a slight hiss escaped from his lips as you fully took him in your mouth "Ahw! fuck yes!" His hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers slid through your hair as he bucked his hips. You gagged as Lucifer’s cock slid into your throat, you always had trouble taking him in your mouth, he definitely was on the thicker side than his brothers. your aching pussy throbbed between your legs as your arousal began to be unbearable. Enjoying the feeling of your face being fuck, you put your hand down your pants and started teasing yourself, rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds. 

Lucifer stopped, looking down at you,  he saw what you were doing and pulled out of your throat, resting his cock in your mouth before slamming back deep in your throat, making you choke.

 your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his member violently thrust into you "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself" he removes his cock from your throat, leaving you with an empty feeling. You wanted more, removing your hands but reaching out a hand to touch the throbbing member before you, but Lucifer smacked your hand away "dogs don't eat their meal with their hands" he grabbed your hair and pushed your face against his crotch making his dick grind against your cheek. He took the tip of his cock and started pressing it against your cheek "A good dogs eat there food with there fucking tongue" he said while forcefully rubbing the head of his member against your cheek, making your face shiny with pre "Now, be a good BITCH and eat your food" you tried to put up a fight. You wanted to please him, but you also wanted to piss him off just to see what he does next "I. AM. NOT. A. DOG-" as soon as you said those words, Lucifer immediately became annoyed and grabbed your face. He held your chin with a tight grip as his thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks "are you trying to piss me off!?"

Yes, yes you were..

"Why are you so disobedient?!" He knew you were being disobedient on purpose, he knew you were just trying to get under his skin, just to rile him up. He knows he has to break you now. Lucifer roughly rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, making them glossy as he covers them in pre-cum "Now, be a good bitch and lick my cock" without hesitation your tongue is out, licking the underside of Lucifer's shaft. You rolled your tongue from the base to his head. A weak "finally" croak from Lucifer's throat. Your tongue explored his shaft, licking up and down his cock making him grit his teeth. You licked back up to the tip and started circling the head with your tongue. Lucifer growled when the tip of your tongue licked at the slit of his cock. Looking up at him, his eyes were glossy with a yellow hue as his gaze met yours "does it feel good?" You smile with a slight chuckle as the tip of your tongue digs into the slit of his member, lapping up beads of pre. Lucifer got agitated "shut up" your mouth was suddenly filled with his cock. You put your hands on his hips and dig your nails into his skin, the feelings of  your throat being filled up once again made you moan around him. He bucked his hips, he ran his fingers through your hair as he started to lose it  "N- now that's how a good girl should act!" His thrust got faster and rougher, and the pathetic, muffled sound that you tried to make only encouraged him "do m- my pet want a treat?" He pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Lucifer took his cock out of your mouth, and stroked it in front of your face "open your mouth, and stick out your tongue" you did what you were told, sticking your tongue out and watched him as he stroked his member, vigorously. His tip lied on your tongue as he pumped his cock up and down "don't spill a fucking drop!" he said with gritted teeth. With one final grunt, your mouth was full with his cum. Covering your tongue. his cum overflowed from your mouth, you tried to catch it with your hands. Lucifer pulled away and looked at you. He got even more annoyed, you had one job and you couldn't do it right "lick your hands" he said with a disappointed look on his face. You stared at your hands that were covered in his seed and put them up to your lips. You looked up at him as you started to lick the palm of your hands, tracing your tongue over lines in your hands that were covered in his seed. Lucifer stared intensively as he watched you suck your fingers, staring right into your eyes as you licked between your fingers. When you are done you sit on the floor, waiting for him to give you another command. He laughed at your obedience "you did such a good job in sucking me off, but…" he crouch down in front of you, a slight devious smile plastered across his face as he tap the floor with a finger "you missed a spot" you looked down at the small puddle of Lucifer's cum seeping into the carpet "Lick it up" you stared at him "no" you said with a little cockiness in your voice. Lucifer didn't find your disobedience cute however, now he knows that he has to break you of that little Pride you have left.

"I don't think I stuttered, did i?" Lucifer's voice was low and cold. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face down into the carpet "I said Lick. It. Up!" You reluctantly did what you were told. He watched with amusement as you lapped up his cum from the carpet like a dog. When you were done you looked at him, waiting for another command. Lucifer met your gaze, chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, his hands moved up to your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that still remains "you were doing so good, mc" he said as his hands slide down  to your shoulders "but you wasted it, so now I'm going to have to punish you" he grabbed you by the arm again and sat down on the couch, dragging you down with him. He bent you over his knee, making you face the fireplace. You let out a gasp as he started pulling down your pants "Lucifer?!" He let your pants dangle from your ankles, exposing your ass to him. He ran a hand up your thighs, and slowly cupped one of your cheeks before slapping it. you whine from the pain. You tried to brace yourself for another strike, but you couldn't help but to scream as his hand came in contact with your skin again, harder, making a wave of pain wash over your body "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, you wasted my cum and you are so disobedient. Scream all you like, this is your fault" he hit you harder, and harder. Your screams bounce off the walls. It hurts, but you couldn't help but to get off from it. Lucifer was enjoying your screams as he slapped your ass, leaving red handprints on your abused skin "Apologize" "wha-?!" Was all you can say before he hit you again "Apologize for what you did" his hand began to rubbed over the red skin of your ass "Apologize for being disobedient, wasting my cum and for touching yourself without my permission" he slapped you again making you whimper out a weak "I'm sorry" he slapped your ass again "LOUDER!" "I'M SORRY!" You screamed as you balled your hands into fists. You brace yourself for another hit but you are caught off guard by Lucifer laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, but somehow the way you pleaded for forgiveness was cute, and also pathetic. Lucifer's hand went back to your ass. You wince from the stinging sensation as Lucifer's warm hands started rubbing the abused skin of your ass cheek, smirking as he rubbed the red marks that he made "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "no.." you whimpered out. Lucifer  knew that you were lying and found it cute that you tried so hard to deny what you truly wanted. His hand moved to your thighs, slowly sliding them up. Your whimpers turn into moans as Lucifer fingers trails over your aching folds "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you so wet?" He removed your pants from your ankles and threw them. He grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up to make you straddle him. The smile that was on Lucifer's face quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw your tearful eyes. Lucifer cooed happily as  he licked your fallen tear from your cheeks, before moving to your ear and whispering "Maybe we should stop" "what...?" You said as you tried not to focus on the stinging sensation from your butt "Since my bitch is crying so much, then we need to stop" you were shocked. Why did he want to stop now? This wasn't the first time that Lucifer spanked you, far from it, but this time you know it was different. Almost like he's been causing you pain deliberately, like he's trying to prove something. Your mine ran blink for a moment, then a slight sigh lifted you as leaned your head against his shoulder “I will stop with the behavior” You now know what this was about. Your voice was hoarse as you quietly whispered "don't stop…. please" you moved to kiss him. A gentle kiss to his lips turned into a rough one, leaving you gasping for air when you pulled away “ You sank to your knees on to the floor, grabbing the red leash that was still hooked to the red matching collar that was still on your neck. Lucifer was surprised when you put the leash into his open palm and then closed his hand. Pulling away, you looked up at him as nothing but shame fell from your lips "please don't stop" you let your head hang down a shame as you continued "I'll do what you say, I'll be your dog, just don't stop" setting on the floor with your head down, you felt a shane but you wanted more. The room was uncomfortably silent as the two of you waited on for the other one to speak first, the Avatar Pride was stunned by your sudden actions that he actually looked at you with a slight pity. It was until you utter the word "master?" when Lucifer's calm demeanor turns into greed. When he loosened his grip on the leash it slithered out of his hand, and on to the floor "such a picky pet" you kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for your master to tell you what to do. It wasn't until Lucifer grabbed you by the hair when you looked at him, a stinging sensation in your scalp from how hard he was gripping on to your hair. Lucifer looked at you with disgust  and that look that he gives you when he's disciplining you. It was full of shame and disappointment, and you usually were afraid when he looked at you like that, but in this situation you can't help being aroused. "You'll do what I say, huh?" You nod your head with the little mobility you had "You like it when I treat you like a dog, don't you? treating you like shit, while I fuck your brains out?" a worried "yes" was all you can say before you were forcefully tossed on the floor "Then prove it" he crossed his legs as he continued "Bow to me and prove your loyalty" you moved from your spot on the floor to be in front of Lucifer. Setting yourself up where you were on your knees, and slowly bowing your head. It wasn't enough for Lucifer however, and he silently put his foot on the back of your head, and pushed down to make your face buried in the carpet "Look at you, not putting up a fight like an obedient bitch" he continued "now, who does this bitch belong to?" He slowly started grinding his foot into your head, making you wince "I said who do you belong to?" A weary "you, sir" came out before your face was buried deep into the carpet, your head pinned  down to the floor by Lucifer's foot "I'm going to do what I want to you and you're not going to complain, you understand me?"

"Yes, master"

"Good"

Lucifer removed his foot and stood up straight "I guess you're good enough" you lift your head to look up at him, a sweet and gentle smile replaced the wicked grin he had before "You can open a another present" he gestured to one of the Akuzon boxes that was still on the table "Some may bring you pleasure, while the other will bring you pain. But no matter which one you choose, you will enjoy it" You turn to look at the table in the several unopened boxes lying upon it. Staring at the different sized boxes you wondered to yourself; If the first box had a leash and a dog collar in it, what was inside the others? You wanted to open all of them at once to ease your mind, but it wasn't until you noticed that one of the boxes didn't have the Akuzon logo on it. It was just a plain box. Lucifer shifted closer, he noticed that you were glaring at a pacific box that he put together. sitting on the edge of the couch he leaned down to hover over you "Are you sure you want that one?" Your curiosity turned into dread. The unknown contents of the box started to become concerning as you reminisced what Lucifer said "what's in these that would make me feel pain?" Lucifer didn't give a direct answer other than a smile "Pick one and find out" you hesitated, still unnerved by the fact that you don't know what is in the boxes. but put that uneasiness aside as you want this to continue. You pointed to the box with no recognizable markings and sighed "This one" with a smile Lucifer grabbed your arm and stood up, making you stand on your feet. He walked with you until you both were in the middle of the room, standing under the chandelier. He told you to "Stay" and return to the table. He picked up the box that you singled out and opened it. Lucifer proceeds to rummage through contents of the box "Take off your shirt" he demanded over his shoulder. You did what you were told, taking off your shirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you naked. You tried covering your chest with your arms but as soon as your hands touched your breasts, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and jerked you forward. He gave you that look again, that disapproving look that made your legs weak. Suddenly, Lucifer tied your wrists together, it wasn't until the rest of the rope was strong through the chandelier when you noticed his intentions. He pulls on the rope, making your arms raised above your head. He didn't stop pulling it on, however. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, you begin to whimper about the rope starting to dig into your skin. It wasn't until you're on your tippy toes when Lucifer stopped and tied the rope to the Chandelier. He took a step back to look at you. Staring at the pretty 'rope bunny' in front of him, made the Pride filled demon giddy with glee. Even though he was tired, Lucifer hasn't felt this satisfied in a while. the only time he find something this satisfying is when he used to torture demons that disobey him, or when his greedy little brother max out his credit cards. The way your wrist was bound together and the way your legs wanted to give out as the chandelier struggled to hold your weight, made his cock hardon again. 

"It's too tight" you felt the rope dig into your skin. It is not the first time you've been tied up, but you were struggling. Lucifer just closed his eyes and shook his head, he giggled "I thought you said you won't complain" he looked disappointed in his face as he continued "It seems like I have to discipline you" he turned around and walked back to the table. You watched as Lucifer put up the box of the table and walked back over to you, with that same disappointing look. Your eyes met. It wasn't until he walked behind you and that eye contact broke, you tried to angle your head to see him, but you couldn't because of how your arms were positioned "what are you doing?" Lucifer shushes you. You tried your best to know what he was doing by the sound of his movement, but to no avail. The room became uncomfortably silent. You heard no movement, nothing, almost like Lucifer wasn't behind you "Lucifer?..." Nothing. You tried again "Lucifer… please" still nothing. It was only when you mumble the word "master?" When you heard something like a snort when you were reminded of his presence. You heard Lucifer footsteps, he was right behind you but you were still startled when you heard his voice right in your ear "impatient, are we?" Suddenly, the caller that was still around your neck was being removed and it was immediately replaced by something else. You couldn't look to see what it was as it was around your neck, but you could tell whatever that was now around your neck wasn't normal. It wasn't long until Lucifer's hands were on your body. Coming from behind, his hands started at your waist, feeling your soft skin as his fingers shift to your hips "Such a delicate human form" he said "Too bad I'm going to ruin it" Lucifer moved back from you, going back to the bed he picked up a ball gag that he took out of the box. Lucifer then walked in front of you "open your mouth" he demanded as he put the ball of the gag up to your lips, and fastened passed the straps behind your head after you took the gag between your teeth. Now you were bound, gagged and completely at a demon's mercy, you could scream and no one would hear it. Just what Lucifer wanted. You looked at one another, like a standoff between predator and prey, but the prey knows it has lost. Lucifer shuffled back behind you but quickly walked back in front of you as he held something behind his back. With his hand, he reaches up and caresses your face. You leaned into his touch, letting out a muffled moan as a ball gag had you mostly silent. But that sweet moment didn't last for too long however. As soon as you let your guard down, Lucifer grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back. Your whimpers were blocked by the ball gag but that was still enough for the Avatar Pride. The thing that Lucifer was hiding behind his back moved in between your legs "If you cum, I'll make you regret it" before you could think, the feeling of pleasure rushed through you. The vibrator that Lucifer pressed against your aching pussy made your legs weak, as your moans that were blocked by the gag tried to break through. You felt your knees starting to buckle, the rope that was still wrapped around your wrist was the only thing keeping your body from falling on the floor. Your body felt like it was about to collapse, he just started touching you and you're already at your peak,  you weren't expecting to cum so soon, you blame yourself for being so sensitive. But you didn't want to give up your orgasm quite yet. You looked up and focused your eyes on your two arms that were bound above your head, trying your best not to climax. Lucifer knew you were trying to fight it, he took your resisting as obedience. But Lucifer wanted you to cum so he could punish you. Lucifer was sliding his fingers across your sensitive flesh, increasing your excitement and stimulating you as you tried to steady your breathing. He placed a kiss on your breasts, it was gentle, a lot more gentle than the ones he gave you on your lips. But when his mouth moved to your nipples, you tried to ignore him. Closing your eyes trying not to give in to the pleasure. When he wasn't getting the response that he wanted, Lucifer rubbed the vibrator on your clit but not before putting on the toy on Max power. Your eyes shot open, you looked down at the smug demon who was teasing your breasts. You wanted to scream, to let your voice out but the ball gag prohibits those rights. All you could do was inhale and exhale rapidly, as you begin to unravel. The wand continued to vibrate your clit, you felt the urge to cum increase when Lucifer pinch your nipples between his teeth. your orgasm rattled you as you cried out his name in a long note of pleasure. Your climax just kept rising higher and higher, you could feel your knees weaken tremors throughout as you wrote out your orgasm as your juices drench down your thighs and cover Lucifer's hand.he moves to cup your face wiping the loose strands of hair away. You stared at him teary-eyed as you try to come down from your euphoric high, he smiled at you wickedly before he whispered in your ear "you came, so now I get to punish you" you realize what you have done, you disobey your master and slowly start shaking your head "no" but you're quiet please fell on deaf ears as bolts of electricity rush your body. You screamed but nothing came out as agonizing pain filled your body. And just like that it was gone, leaving you a twitching mess as the remnant of electricity made your nerves feel like they were jumping. Your legs finally give out. The only thing that kept you from falling to the ground was the ropes that still bind your wrists to the chandelier. You were breathing rapidly, you wanted to pass out but lost his voice caught your attention "This is your punishment, so enjoy it" the rush of the electricity filled your body once more but it was a lot stronger, more painful. And once again the feeling of being shocked was gone, leaving you a trembling, confused mess. your heart pounding in your head as you tried to think straight, feeling dizzy and your vision was doubled, you slowly trying to gain your sanity back. It wasn't until you heard Lucifer calling your name when finally you felt like yourself again "Mc? Is my little doggie dead?" You looked at him, after what he did to you, Lucifer's caring smile felt foreign. He proceeded to remove the ball gag from your mouth. as soon as Lucifer did that, you're heavy panting was the only thing coming out of your mouth before you ask, in a shaky breath "w- w- what the fuck d- did you do to- to me?!" He pointed to his neck "shock collar" he calmly said. Lucifer pulled out a small remote and waved it across your face. You stared at him bewildered then remembered that he put something around your neck that you couldn't see "I did originally bought it for Cerberus, but sometimes inside bitches needs discipline too" Lucifer precedes to untie your wrist and you immediately collapsed in his arms, tired as you can barely stand up. Lucifer wiped the sweat from your face, he stared into your tired eyes and gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead. But when you thought the torture was over, Lucifer grab your hair again and when you saw that disappointed look on his face, you knew it wasn't over "Get your ass to the bed, and bend over" your master gave you orders and you followed them. Getting onto your hands and knees, you tried your best not to fall over as you crawled to Lucifer's bed. Bending over, you stuck your ass up in the air as your upper body laid on top of the covers. Looking over the bed, you notice there was more sex toys lying upon it: couple of vibrators, a few dildos. But one thing that caught your eye the most was Lucifer's riding crop. The same riding crop was picked up by the demon. Lucifer gripped the riding crop tightly in his hands and glared at your still bright red ass. 

"do you remember what to say?" Preparing for the strike to come, you gripped the covers and nodded in response. Lucifer took a deep breath before striking you with the riding crop. you jerked forward, you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as Lucifer precedes to hit you again

 "say it"

 "I'm a dumb human whore" the riding crop came in contact with your skin as Lucifer precedes to hit you harder 

"what else?"

 "I love to be stuffed by demon cock. To be used as a cum dope by your kind" he hit you again the riding crop leaving red marks to your already abused bottom 

"do you like to be treated like this?" Another strike thrash your skin, your words messy as you try to breathe

 "I- l love to be abused, used and treated like the scum I am" Lucifer steps back and smiles, admiring the new marks he added to your skin. Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and quietly chuckled to himself as he watched you slowly crawl into his bed. Tired and out of breath, you just wanted to be filled up by him. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs open, you reached between your legs and spread open your wet and drenching cunt, exposing yourself to him "please, just fuck me" you continue "I said what you wanted, I did what you wanted, now please just do this one thing for me and fuck me" Lucifer inhale deeply, as he fight the urge to ravish you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. He looked over to his nightstand and slowly laughed as he stared at a clock that was sitting on it "look at the time. it's very late, maybe we should get some sleep?"

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