#I'm not a writher

[rayofsuns]

"PROMISES, PROMISES"

"jason hurry up he's going to be back any minute." I said nervously glancing around the empty ally. "I'm almost done just give me a minute" the door to the strip club opened and a very drunk man covered in glittter stumbled out. "shit jay he's coming" I said watching the guy pick an argument with one on the bouncer who's left bicep is bigger then the drunk guy's whole head. "and.... done. come on lets go." he put the tire in our wagon, grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the dumpster. we watched in silent as the guy walked towords his car. I guess he was done arguring with the guy twice his size. he was so drunk he didn't notice his new tires weren't on his expensive new car. "I could have gotten the batteries too if I had time." I rolled my eyes, jason was always an overachiever and alittle greedy. he wouldn't have been happy if he had stripped the whole car. "jason shush" I said peaking out from the behind the dumpter and watched as the man turned on his car and attempted to drive away. his car made a loud shriek as metel scaraped on the concrete. I winced at the horrible sound. "jay lets make a run for it before we get caught. I said he nodded and grabbed the handle to the wagon. we ran as fast as we could past the man, now getting out of his car to see what that horrible sound was. "those are my tires! HEY! get back here you hoodlums!" he yelled. I glance behind me and watched as he tried to run after us but tripped and face planted in the ground. jason and I shared a laughed but continued to run.

I was breathing heavy when we finally came to a stop three blocks away from where we took the tires. "you're getting to greedy jay, we almost got caught." I complained. jason sucked his teeth at me. "we were fine y/n" I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "you're my special fairy nothing can go wrong when I have you by my side." he grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. my cheeks felt hot. "come on let's get these to greg before that drunk fool report them stolen." I said jason smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "whatever you want fairy" he said using his other arm to pull the wagon behind us. "I get nervous stealing from rich people, the police actually care if they're stuff gets stolen" I said glancing behind me to make sure no one was following us. "the the fact that there's a shadow out there taking out bad guy--" "we're not bad buys" jason interrupted me "we're just kids trying to survive" he said glaring down at the pavement. he is angry. I sighed and entwined my hand into his. "you're right. we're not bad guys, just kids trying to eat." I sighed "that's why I love you jay, you keep me sane." I said kissing his cheek. his face turned bright red. "I love you too y/n" he said turning his face away so I wouldn't see him blush. I giggled "aww jay you're blushing." I teased he sucked his teeth at me "you wish. I'm red from running not because you kissed me!" he yelled sticking out his bottom lip in a pout "whatever helps you sleep at night" I laughed as we turned down a alley. it was dark except for a small light neon light hanging above an old rusty door that read 'greg's garage'. I knocked three times.

it didn't take long for the sqeaky door to open and a chubbly old man stood on the other side. "get ready to pull out the big bucks greg we got some wheels for you" jason said, well more like yelled. I don't think jason knows what a inside voice was. "quite down kid. I have neighbors" greg ushered us in, flipping on the lights. "let me see these tires." greg put on his glasses and studied the tires "what kind of car you steal these from." "BMW" I answered. greg let out a low whistle. "good steal kid" he stood and walked over to his safe. "jay I'm hungry" I said whining. "what did you eat today?" he asked but he already knew the answer. it was the same thing he had. absolutely nothing. "mom had her friend over when I got up, so I had to sneak out" I told him. jason nodded in understanding but I could tell he was angry. he hated my mom, he though she was worse then his because she slept with that gross man she calls her boyfriend. his words not mine. "how about we get some pizza for dinner?" I nodded and my mouth started watering at the thought "can we get breadsticks too?" he nodded "of course" my stomach started growling. "hurry up old men, we're hungry!" I yelled "calm down. calm down, here's your money" he handed me a stack of money and I instantly started counting it. "five-hundred" I said looking at jason for approval. jason is the one who knew about cars not me. he nodded "nice working with you old man" he said as I pocket the cash. "yeah whatever kid." greg rolled his eyes and walked us out. it was cold outside, like always.

gothem was known for a couple of things. the most famous one being our criminals and the second being how we have no sun. of course that wasn't true, we had sun. it's just our city was so polluted the sun can hardly be seen. we begain to walk when greg stopped us once again "hey kid wait up" greg disappered into his shop before coming back out. he handed jason somthing that I couldn't see "protect your fairy" he said before going back into his shop. my heart stopped for a seconded when I saw a gun in his hand. "jay--" jason tucked the gun in his wasite band. which didn't hide it well due to him being a skinny twelve year old. "let's go get somthing to eat, can't have my fairy starving to death." he said his arms tightening around my shoulder. I sighed "just promise you'll be careful" I said jason rolled his eyes "fair--" "promise me jay" he sighed knowing I wasn't going to drop it unless he promised "I promise"

#Jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #young jason todd #I'm not a writher #I'm just bored #Batman #red hood

[drxppingrxses]

Kiss me like you're trying to steal the breath from my lungs. Touch me like tomorrow doesn't exist, make me squirm and writher under your touch...

Talk to me like I'm the only one you crave and want, making goosebumps form along my skin. Love me like you've loved nobody else before...

I want all of you, your thoughts, your cravings, your darkness. Give me all of it.

#sapphic yearning #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #lesbian #sapphic nsft #nsft lesbian #wlw #my smut

[ilyasorokinn]

hey!! can i request number 23 from the physical affection prompt list (a hug that some might consider as ~too long~) with roy kent please?

ONE LAST TIME

eek! i'm so excited for this because this is the first time i've written for roy on here! this is basically just the scene after roy gets injured in his last game and keeley comforts him! also, i am american. just thought i should preface that. i hope you enjoy :)

23. "a hug that some might consider as ~too long~" (from this prompt list)

tw: the injury (but not detailed)

it was quite a cliche. you weren't sure what you and roy were. you had been friends since he started his professional career but never anything further.

although, you had discovered pretty early on that you liked him. that tiny little crush turned into a full-blown love. but you could never tell him. the mere thought of him not reciprocating the same feelings made you sick.

so, you pushed those feelings down and tried to forget about them. you continued to be his friend and agreed to go on as many dates as keeley could set you up with.

sports were never really your thing. yeah, you went to a few games growing up with family but you never really understood them. when you and roy started hanging out, he started inviting you to games and you started to pick things up.

now, as you sit in your seat in the stadium, bundled up in your million layers, rebecca on your left and keeley on your right, you could confidently call yourself an expert in the sport of football.

you were standing up, nervously holding onto keeley's hand was roy ran down the field to stop jamie from kicking the ball into the net. he slid down to the ground, using his leg to kick jamie's legs out from under him, sending him to the ground.

the crowd cheered jumped to their feet and cheered when the ball flew in the other direction. keeley pulled you into a hug, jumping up and down.

you cheered, but kept your eyes on the field, pulling away from the hug with a nervous look on your face, "what? what is it?" keeley asked.

"he's not getting up."

the crowd stopped their cheering as roy writhered on the ground, clearly groaning in pain. the doctor rushed onto the field as a few of the players crowded around him, sam by his side.

keeley held onto your hand as rebecca ran a hand across your back, trying to calm you down. you watched the scene in front of you anxiously, waiting for roy to get up.

you only looked away from the field when the crowd of people started cheering for you, "roy kent, roy kent! he's here, he's there, he's every-fucking-where!"

roy laid on the ground for an extra second, listening to their cheers before the doctor and sam helped him off the ground. you let out a sigh of relief when he gently brushed sam off with a pat on the back, and handing the captain band off to isaac.

he stood before the crowd, clapping at them and giving them an appreciative nod before walking off the field, all by himself.

it took a second for you to gather yourself, but once you felt like you were good, you gathered your things, looking over to the other two women, who understood and gave you big smiles and quick nods.

you navigated your way through the building, toward the locker rooms. you peeked through the windows, seeing roy sitting alone in his stall.

you pushed open the door and he briefly looked up at you, but when he saw it was you, he looked down, "you're not allowed back here during a game." he told you.

you ignored him, approaching him slowly, "i told you, you have to get out." he repeated, but again, you didn't listen, "i mean it, stay the fuck away from me."

you set your jacket down and sat down next to him. you reached for his hand and squeezed it. when he didn't pull away, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

he leaned his head on your shoulder, reaching for your other hand and practically folded into you. neither of you said anything. you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company.

you didn't know how long you sat there in silence. it would have been minutes, it could've been hours. when he was really, he pulled his head up and looked at you.

you smiled, "i know." you nodded. he opened his mouth, but you beat him to it, "me too." his shoulders sagged and you saw his lips pull up into a small smile.

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[jamneuromain]

Cum Together - Curtis Part 1

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: 18+, Multiple prompts: A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods, Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, discussion of the transformation ritual and prima nocta, poisoning, mentioning of the results of poisoning. Less than decent parents. Grumpy Curtis in general.

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: ~2.2k

A/N: the third entry to for this amazing event organized by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 <3 (I thought I could finish it by 5.4, but alas my muse is behind me - and to be fair it's a large story I suspect it will go 6k in total so I'm dividing it into two parts ... or three, depends.

It is a pretty bitchy thing to do, you suppose, pranking on someone else. But you can't help it if - which in fact, indeed happened - that sneaky bitch Margo smeared red paint on your pants during the painting lesson and made it look like your period was a massive flood. You are getting your payback one way or another, and what better way is there than to put dead lizards into her bed?

Margo, just in case anyone within the thirty miles premises doesn't know her already, is the cheer leading captain of the Ridgemount High, which obviously has given her every right to bully other people.

To you, she is the daughter of the second-in-command of your shifter pack. She somehow believed herself to be the future pack leader, terrorizing and threatening any younger pack members who refuse to do her biddings.

She's 19, by the way. Same as you, in the senior year of high school.

Back to the subject.

Payback.

You collected a bag of dead lizards from the forest this morning. Holding the bag in your hand, you sneak near Margo's house as subtle as possible, walking on tip toes just so you wouldn't make a noise. The grown wolves of this pack could hear a branch snap a mile away, which is why you have to be quiet.

Maybe Lady Luck has been on your side, for the small venture towards Margo's house has been uneventful. You picked the time knowing precisely that most of the shifters are gathering at Paul's, where they will be discussing the upcoming transformation ceremony for the shifters who have come of the age 19 this year to transform, first time ever in their lives, into their wolf form under the moon. That would include you, Margo, and the Maximoff twins.

You are going to enter the house via the backdoor when you hear three men talking inside.

"... the best time to attack would be the ceremony," says one of the men. By the sound of his voice, you believe he is Margo's brother Halden, "He would never see this coming."

"He thought he was tired," sounding like Paul's younger brother Sam, sniggers another, "He doesn't suspect a thing other than his old age. By the way, great idea, the wolfsbane."

The wolfsbane is one of the deadliest plants known to you wolf shifters. What the hell are they planning? You cover your mouth not to make a sound, but you press your ear closer to the door.

"Paul would be in his weakness form on the night of the full moon." The third one joins the conversation, "I will challenge him then. He will lose fair and square. And nothing, I mean nothing will stop me from becoming the Alpha of this pack."

Fuck. It's an uprising. Your heart beats like the rhythm of war drums. The third one seems like Margo's father Jason. No wonder Margo has always held her head high like she was going to own the pack.

"When I'm in charge," huffing out an evil laugh, Jason continues, "I'm restoring prima nocta."

You have heard about prima nocta, a habit dying out decades ago. It was first initiated for the need of the leader of the pack, also known as pack Alpha, to pick the best and suiting female, his true mate, to bear his pups. But the "first-night" habit died out because female shifters would writher fairly quickly without the love and adoration after connecting to Alpha, since true mates are rather rare, and as shifter packs welcomed the more acceptable way of entering relationships like regular humans, "prima nocta" no longer exists except for some rare closed-off packs.

The three men share their visions of the sick and twisted ruling of this pack, but the thought of being owned and taken by a shifter twice your age has you nearly hurling your guts out.

The men plans a few more items before the sound of a loud slap makes you shudder. "I said Show me, goddammit!" Yells Jason, "I need to see the moon calendar!"

As they continue to plot and scheme against the pack Alpha Paul, you retreat in small steps. And you run. You run as fast as you could, far away from the house.

"So what do you need me for?" Asks Curtis, when he pours more chamomile tea into the porcelain mug in front of you.

Curtis joined the Wilford clan several years ago as a part-time doctor and a full-time herbologist. The Wilford clan needs access to fresh herbs, and your clan lacks a shifter doctor, hence, both clans have cut a deal.

Curtis would help diagnose and treat illness for your clan, and he could wander in your clan's mountains to harvest a patch of herbs he grows. In return, these herbs could be used by the Wilford clan as well.

Curtis has known both your clans well enough as an outsider who lives on the border of the two clans.

Your nails pick on the edge of the scorching mug nervously, as you truly have nowhere else to turn to, "My parents were on board with the uprising, as were a couple of families ... so I fled. And I'm not a wolf ... not yet, until the ceremony. I also know that Jason would claim every female wolf of age..." A bile of vomit rises to your throat at the thought, "Can you help me? To delay the transformation?" You look up at Curtis, hopefully, at the silent young shifter that has drifted from one clan to another. Rumor has it that he finished the transformation ceremony without the help of a clan, which is an utter rarity in the history of shifters.

Curtis scratches his eyebrows and hums, neither confirming nor denying your plea. His eyes stopped meeting yours upon hearing your request, sipping on his tea silently.

"I just need another moon cycle to figure out how I can run away from them. And find another clan." You ramble on, uncertain why you share your plan with a member of a foreign clan, especially someone who could possibly rat you out, as you barely know him, but you ramble on, "By the next full moon, I would be transforming into a wolf in another clan. That's plausible, right?"

Curtis finally glances at you. His brows furrow into a tight knot over his cerulean eyes, deadpans, "It's not that simple."

"But you have done it." You blurt out, clinging to your last line of hope, "They told me that you have transformed without a pack."

Curtis shakes his head, standing from his chair to boil water on the stove, clearly not willing to proceed on this topic further.

"Have you tried warning Paul Deckard? The ceremony is in two days." He checks the moon calendar on the wall.

"I -"

Truth is, you haven't.

Paul might not be the best pack Alpha in the world. He relies on Margo's family way too much and allows Jason and Halden to have their way with the pack already. You doubt telling Paul would make much difference, and it sure doesn't seem like Paul could outnumber so many families at the same time. Not to mention the wolfsbane poison could slowly drive him mad.

If you have to confess, you haven't thought about warning Paul at all, after learning your parents' intention of joining the uprising.

You were busy thinking about yourself. And your future. And whether you could live all by yourself.

And you instantly thought about Curtis.

"Okay." Curtis sighs heavily, dragging the chair across the table closer to you, before plopping down, "Clearly, you don't know the ceremony enough to ask me a dumb question like this."

"But -"

Curtis doesn't give you time to argue, he just continues on his own, "The moon calendar is precisely calculated so that the ceremony is at a night when the lunar power is at its peak. You miss this moon, you can't get it for another year."

"I -"

"Don't get me started on the postpone bullshit." He snaps at you, making you shudder involuntarily at his fist banging on the table, to which his voice lowers by a little, "It's risky as hell to cut yourself off from the lunar power. The Alpha in Dakota drank some wrong potion and cut himself from the lunar power and his wolf, guess what?"

"What?" You weakly offer.

"He splits his wolf spirit from his own." Curtis mocks with a cold sneer, "His pack has to put him under a mental facility, and now all he does is walk on all fours and sniff around like a dog. And before you ask," Curtis glares at your lips, when you are tempted to speak, "no, he cannot transform to his wolf form. Not now, not ever, not even the day he dies."

"One of the reason that the ceremony has to perform with the full pack," He adds, standing up to get the screeching kettle from the stove, pouring more hot water to the tea pot, "is to have the pack's mental energy concentrated on smoothing the transformation. When you turn wolf for the first time," Curtis sighs loudly, pouring himself a cup of tea, "You get your wolf spirit and your wolf form in a few seconds. It's easy to feel scared, different, angry, confused, a bucket full of emotions all at the sametime, and it is not easy to control your wolf without the psychic link of the pack, without the familiarity of your families. That's the reason why solo transformation ceremony is highly discouraged."

Chamomile tea is supposed to be soothing, but all you feel right now is bitter remorse of seeking for Curtis' help. You bite back the tears prickling your eyes, unsure why you came to him at the first place when all he does is dismantle your plan into a pile of turd.

"You are saying, there's no way that -" You take a long inhale, keeping yourself calm as much as possible. Yet, on the thought of you and a bunch of girls being the sex slaves of Jason has your tears bursting out of your sockets, streaming down your cheek.

The humiliation, the regret, and the embarrassment knock your brain out cold, and all you could do is to wipe the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

Curtis sighs one more time, before handing you a box of Kleenex.

You refuse it, though, pushing the tissues away and standing abruptly from your chair. "I'm sorry. This is a bad idea." You keep crying and sobbing, and wiping your tears, walking towards the door, "I understand now. I'll be out of your hair."

Curtis clenches his jaw out of ... mixed feelings, he guess. What a stubborn little pup you are, dreaming of delaying the transformation to escape the evil clutches of Jason.

It is inevitable, really, as pack leaders emerge every two or three decades, as the older Alpha weakens from disease and age, while younger Alpha emerges from their transformation ceremonies, and takes over. Sometimes it is a smooth transition of power, other times it could turn out like Jason and Paul, poisoning and scheming.

On a completely irrelevant note, he has to do this. To lend you a hand. A, Curtis isn't a complete bastard, despite what Wilford, the kind and loving Alpha, keeps telling others. And B, ... well, he'd rather not mention the second reason.

But he's not going to stand by and watch you risk your lives either, yours and your wolf's.

He runs his hand down his face, dashing forward and blocking the only exit out of this house because he could. Blocking your chance of running away because he doesn't want you to. And sighs again.

He has probably used up the annual quotation of his sighing.

"Stop." He growls.

It's an Alpha command. A voice that compells low-ranking shifters. It works better with blood ties and mating bonds, ordering the low-ranking ones to obey and deliver what the Alpha wants. It is cruel, that one stronger Alpha could command a weaker Alpha, or weak-minded shifters. He has thought about commanding Jason and Sam to stop, but he doubts it could work, as they could very well tear his throat before Curtis could say anything.

He hates issuing it, on another level. Just like how he hates it when he issued a command to Wilford years ago, ordering the pack Alpha to permit him to stay. Curtis has the power and the strength to be an Alpha. But he hates it. He hates it when his father Alpha-commanded his mother and his younger siblings to do dirty deeds for the Everett pack. Which was why he ran, and initiated the transformation ceremony on his own.

Yet he does it now, just so you might stay.

And you did. You don't know why you did. Your body responded to his words faster than your brain could proceed. Your steps freeze in their tracks, your shoulders shivering, afraid yet submissive to the natural command of an Alpha.

Curtis crosses his arms in utter annoyance and defeat. There is only one way that he know of, that could provide a safe transformation ceremony with less shifters involved.

If he tread carefully, it might work.

Might.

Sneak Peek for Part 2:

Your body can feel it. It is being called to at a wrong time, a wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, and you have to get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

"Sit down, will you? It's not like my wolf is counting your steps and waiting for the right number." You snap at him, despite knowing that you have dragged him into this mess in the first place. A little snarl slips out of your lips. Your wolf spirit is awakening, but not quite yet. Not quite there to unleash your wolf form.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

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A/N2: sorry in advance, but I have come across a hilarious screenshot of a show and I believe - I'm not sure really - it's in Russian

and this screenshot represents my feelings whenever i'm looking back at my works

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett #shifter!curtis everett #werewolf!curtis everett #the snow piercer

[porkcracker]

could i request the reader spiking tfa ratchet? any formatting of writing is good, thank you <3

Oh, you sure as hell can, it's taken some time to reply to this, but I do love to write for the grumpy old man. I'm assuming by the way this is worded that this is for a Cybertronian reader and since it took me so long to answer you're getting a full one-shot. I really hope you enjoy this, and thank you for requesting.

TFA Ratchet x Cyb!GN!Reader

Ratchet's a grumpy old man, that's a fact almost everyone who knew him would agree on. And while it could be a little disheartening sometimes, knowing what he had lived through already usually made people back off and give him a break. Not that that was something you were interested in right this moment. Giving Ratchet a break, that is.

No, rather, were you focused on the way the older bot writhered under you. When the two off you had started, he had still complained that he was getting too old for interfacing outside a berth, but you had still managed to convince him to lean over the medical berth. After having made sure the door was locked securely, your attention had been fully on your older lover and the fact that even with all his grumbling he was leaning over the medical berth. A fact that made a smirk splay on your faceplate. Leisurely making your way over, you took the opportunity to gaze at your lover's backside before finally reaching your wanted position behind him.

As much as he had protested about the location in the lead up to this moment, he now was rather happy to reveal his interfacing equipment to you, and there was no hesitation before your digits made their way into his valve. Petting the soft lips of his valve, it is no hard burden to pet and stroke his entrance until it was wet enough to comfortably push in a digit and then two and after a short time a third. Pumping said digits and stretching the callipers of his valve until it easy to push them between the silken folds, and each pump is accompanied by a wet noise that made your medic's faceplate heat in an adorable way.

Ratchet was by far not innocent, but there was still something different to fragging around while still a student and being an old veteran slowly and languidly being spread open on a thick spike. It wasn't the first time the two of you were interfacing either, but still Ratchet found his faceplate warming again and again, this time no different.

A low groan left the old bot as you bottomed out with a relieved and pleased moan of your own, enjoying the tight heat around your spike a for a little until the surrounding frame started to shift and wriggle in an attempt to gain more stimulation. Seeing this as your cue, you pull back out slowly and thrust back in with a quick snap, repeating the process, each hard thrust pushed a moan out of the old medic. A symphony as your own keens and moans enter the air around both of you.

Increasing the pace and leaning over the bend frame, your derma close around the unbroken part of his chevron, glossa soft and determined. Increasing the pace, one of your servos catches your weight on the table, while the other one sneaked down to Ratchet's valve seeking out his anterior node with a clear goal in mind. Flicking and pinching the sensitive little nub, it is clear that Ratchet's overload is approaching alongside your own, as his valve ripples around your spike with each movement.

With a final pinch and twist to his node and another hard thrust while you bit done on his chevron, he is overloading with force, lubricant squeezing out besides your spike as you increase your thrust to frag him right through his overload and directly into your own. A whimper leaving the usually so composed older bot as hot transfluid filled his inside, a last pinch to his sensitive anterior node has both of you moan as his valve clamps down around your spike tightly and drags you into an overload of your own.

#request #transformers #transformers animated #tfa ratchet #gender neutral reader #cybertronian reader #tfa ratchet x reader #ratchet x reader #valveplug

[sukis-artchive]

@pbmonstaa Happy Halloween! (My drawing tablet broke, so I had to improvise with finger painting😭) I hope you like it!

(I was very happy that you said you liked cute fall outfits it was a lot of fun looking for inspiration!)

There's two versions:

(It might be a bit hard to read, but in the second image the text behind Sun says "Happy Hallo Ween")

I didn't think this was enough, so i wrote you a little mischief/fluff of @castercassette 's cowboy au :3 (1,910 words)

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"Holler 'cause ya don't need us"

"SON OF A GUN!" You holler from the back of a horse. You were in quite the predicament, as this wasn't your horse.

You hoped 'Heaven to Betsy' that this would be the last time you'll be strapped to the back of someone else's horse and dragged around the county. Specifically these guys' horse. As it gallops out of town, you can't help but try to struggle out of the rope.

"Shhh Darlin' this is all in good fun!" The inflection and twang in his voice quickly alerting you of who your abductors were, as if you weren't already sure.

"C'mon Poppet! I thought ya'd wanna spend more time with your bounties!" The other one said smugly.

"Like I'd wanna hang out with some low life, outlaw, shit grinned-" you started rattling off insults, still writhering in your lasso prison.

"Language Sugarcube!" Sun warbled happily. You groaned. Who woulda thought that a feared criminal would draw the line at swearing? These two were truly something else.

Moon finally seemed to notice your fruitless attempts of getting free. Your hands bound behind your back, making this escape essentially impossible. "Don'tcha ever give up hun'?"

Sun then cuts in "We're gonna return ya back to yer post in one piece, don't you worry 'bout a thing."

They had rangled you in a surprise attack, while you were walking in the middle of town. Your own town. You don't believe for second that your return will be anymore respectable, even with the promise of returning unharmed.

"You blitherin' buffoons! Lemme' down! I got a town to take care of!" You argue. Even walking back from this distance on your own two feet would be less embarrassing than them taking you home.

"Aww Sheriff, we just wanted to celebrate Hallows' with ya!" Sun exclaims, lamenting dramatically. Moon takes the reigns as they swap places on the horse. Sun is now infront of you, using his new spot to adjust your hat. He grabs your cheeks with one hand, pulling you in closer. "We'd love to celebrate with our favourite Sheriff! Dont'cha want a bit of a vacation? It's a holiday after all!"

"I'm the only Sheriff! And I dont want nothin' to do with yer 'celebrations'." You don't want to be an accessory to their shenanigans. Especially on Halloween. A night known for tricks and deceit, even among the sweet treats.

"Oh but we had such big plans for it! It's quite rude to not accept an invitation." He hums, finnicking with the ends of the rope. Tying a nice bow, over the knot that kept you restraint.

"Hey- stop that!" You grunt, still trying to get free.

"No-can-do pardner." Moon claimed.

It takes another hour to get to their destination. A deserted farmland filled with corn and hay. Great. Hopefully they don't dump you here to find your way back, after you told them to let you go. You were too busy arguing to pay attention to where you were headed. Though you were grateful that you were no longer getting jostled around. It was quite a bumpy ride, and you were still slightly dizzy at the newfound stillness.

Then you unceremoniously 'get the boot', as sun literally kicks you off the horse. Laughing all the while. Sure it's wasn't a hard kick, only enough force to push you off. But you hit the ground with a thud, and can't help but let out a yelp at the sudden impact. This was going to be a long night, if they keep their antics up.

"Motherfucker" You grumble to yourself.

"Gettup Nightingale. We've got a lot of stuff planned." Moon shouts into the field, proving you were alone. No deputy to save you now.

Sun scoops you up in his arms, and plops you down on your feet. Dusting off your vest, and readjusting your hat again.

"Wouldya just stop already?" You mutter loudly, they turn to stare at you. Moon walks towards you, bending down. Only to pick you up by the spurs of your boots, and dangling you upsidedown. You can't fathom why they find this so enjoyable. Sun snags your hat before it hits the ground, placing it atop his own.

"You better give that back vermin!" You snarl jokingly, there is no bite behind your bark. You knew they were just having some fun. Maybe loosening up would do you some good, you've been very stressed lately.

They seem to pick up on this, deciding to place you down. Nicely this time, and ask "Honeydew, there ain't no 'vermin' in sight?" Moon says cockily.

"I think you might wanna check the barn though!" Sun adds on, with a mischievous grin. Pointing to a rundown barn over the corn stalks. It looked depressing to say the least. Majority of the wood missing from the sides, what was left was discoloured and weathered. It's a miracle this thing is even standing. Definetly infested with some kind of vermin.

"If yer scared of a little rodent, you coulda just told me." You jested, making fun of them for 'running to their lil' ol' sheriff for help'. But you continue to follow, as they lead you towards the dilapidated barn. They seem to have decided wading right through the corn was their best option.... were they planning on getting you lost in the field?

"Where are we goin'?" You query, suspicious of the boys.

They both giggle, before Moon scoffed. "The barn, where else? You ain't the sharpest tool in the shed anymore, aren't ya Sheriff?" Sun continues his laughing fit. Before strangely dashing off, their cackling growing louder.

"What in tarnation-HEY GET BACK HERE! YOU STILL HAVE MY HAT!" You howled, jumping into the thick mass of shucks before you.

Your arms were still bound, yet the rope has loosened significantly. You sprint through the corn chasing their maniacal laughter. This goes on for 15 minutes, until you are surrounded by complete silence. Panting you frantically look around, starting to go in circles. You knew you shouldn't have humoured them!

"Shit" You hiss between gasping breaths.

"Language" a voice behind you sings, you turn to see suns face through the crops. "Aww shucks, you found me. A-maze-ing detective skills Sheriff" He continues laughing at the horrible puns. "You've got me smiling from ear to-" You tense, readying to pounce for your hat.

"AH MOTHERFUC-" "BOO!"

Moon leaps out, causing you to jump. You swear these bastards were going to be the death of you.

"Well well, look who's scared now? Shaking in your boots Sheriff? I thought ya didn't fear 'vermin'?" He drawled. "You look like yer soul has left yer body, just a husk now huh?" Oh not him too! Sun giggles.

"Oh I'm sure stalk-ing wasn't the best idea, we've terrified the mighty protector of Fazed Bear." Sun taunts.

"Stop with the puns ya unruly outlaws!" You fail to swipe your hat back. "Did you get us all lost or was that yer plan all along?"

They look to eachother, neither opting to answer. Instead they pull back some of the corn stalks, and the barn comes into view. You chased them all the way to the other side. These smart sons of bitches.

"Well I'll be darned." You murmured, now that you can see it closer you notice the faint orange light illuminating the inside. You stumbled out of the field, walking into the barn, the boys slinking in behind you.

It's sure not organized. Hay bales and pumpkins strewn haphazardly. But the warmth it fills you with is unremarkable, it's so cozy. Blankets are piled around, with jackolanterns acting as the only light source. Barrels of cider, filling the air with a delicious apple and cinnamon scent. You move to sit on one of the quilts.

"Do ya like it Darlin'?" Sun asks hopefully, though you don't miss the touch of nervousness in his breath. Moon placing a hand on his shoulder, as he fidgets with your hat.

"It's amazing boys." You gasp. They really wanted to just have fun with you. Maybe you can take a break. Just for tonight.

"Glad ya do sugar." Moon exclaimed turning to grab a nearby pumpkin. You soon realize the design carved into it looks like your face. Sun finally puts your hat down, perching it on top of the jackolantern.

You sigh, the only chance of you getting it back now is once the gord starts to rot.

You are finally set free from the lasso, as Sun unties it. Moon hands you a flask of the liquid gold, you take a swig. Through the corner of your eye you notice Sun holding what appears to be a clothing hanger, behind him. Then a realization hits you, oh no. OH NO. You are not sticking around for this. Almost wanting to, as the cider distraction actually tastes delightful. You immediately try to make a bolt for it, but Moon catches you by your shirt collar. Tugging you back, causing you to gag.

"Hol'up their pardner. We just wanna play a lil' game." He remarked, snickering at what was to come.

Once they were done with you, you could barely recognize yourself. A frilly dress was put on top of your regular clothes. And it fit like a glove. You had fought tooth and nail while they were getting it on you, and you were too exhausted to make an effort to tear it off. Oh well.

The dress made you look like Dorothy from the wizard of Oz. If only you had the red shoes to match. Ironically, you really wished you could just tap your heels and say you 'wish to go home' right now.

And just as you thought all hope was lost, you were scooped you again by one of the boys. Still screeching at them to put you down, after the way the first 'rodeo' had turned south. You nearly fell asleep during the ride to Fazed Bear. Only awaking fully once you were dropped into a water trough in the center of town. You knew some sort of shenanigans was coming, you shouldn't have let yourself fall asleep. Fucking outlaws.

"SHIT-" you yowl, as the cold water cascades around you.

"Language Sheriff, ya wouldn't want the towns kids pickin' up on that wouldya?" Moon remarks, Sun returning back to his giggle fit.

You reach up to fix your hat, which didnt feel right. Then you notice your pumpkin has been place in the middle of town square for all to see, adorning not only your trusty hat but also your badge. Huh, what's on your head? Oh shit, they put you in a fucking bonnet. How mortifying.

"Don'tcha think yall have gotten a lil' too gutsy lately? Waltzing straight into town?" You say soppily.

"Says the one who's goin' apple bobbin' in a horse trough. Sorry to disappoint Darlin' but yer not gonna find any apples in there." Sun chuckled.

You surprisingly grin. It grows, spreading from ear to ear. And a loud full belly laugh escapes your mouth. Your chest shakes with the effort. Aww your boys did all this just for you. Sure it was a bit much, and you could of done without all the tricks. But this Hallows eve has truly been a treat. You had completely forgotten about your duties, in favour of 'hanging out' with your favourite outlaws. Maybe you really did need a break from being Sheriff after all.

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I hope you like it! Happy Halloween! (PS I love your art)

#fnaf dca #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #happy halloween #dcah2023 #secret skeleton #my art

[bulgingpushh]

i rly wanna slam you on the closest surface (table, couch, bed, whatever) and just fcking pound into you, i want you writhering and crying and squirming, trying go get me off but i'm just too strong for u, it's gonna feel endless for u, that feeling of being fcked with no mercy, hard and with no rest, my dick is way to big for ur tiny pussy, boy, it's gonna be so painful to take me again and again and again

and when you start to swell with my children (iknow it's multiples, multiples run in my family), i won't take u to any doctors, i don't wanna spoil the surprise of just how many there are, u know? but i'll feed u lots of supplements & shit to make sure they grow big and strong, and it would work well cause when you reach 4th month you already look full term, when you actually reach the end of pregnancy, you're fcking massive, so full of the life i put in u

and the birth will be hard as fck, but i don't allow u to go to the hospital - we don't do c-sections or pain meds in my family, ur gonna do that shit all natural babyboy - take ages, ur taking so long to crown the first one that the second is already moving down to, stretching u to the absolute fckng limit, u'd be just screaming and crying nonstop cause the pressure and pain would drive u nuts, just like the fear of how many times u'll have to do this since u got no clue how many babys are in your stomach, it could take days of pain to get them all out

i just blushed and wiggled in my chair, I LOVE THIS SHIT, ANON

I CANT EVEN ADD ON, THANK YOU

#ask box

[3smo]

a/n: it appears everytime i queue something, it never apears in the tags, so i gotta repost it >:(

@lyvnjce : hiii congrats on 1K 🤗🤗 yk who I'm going to ask for,, can i have #7 w sung jin woo (solo leveling) and gn!reader? If it's possible could you add a little cockslapping/stepping? Thanks! 🤞🤞

• "you think you can take more?" (#7)

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. cock stepping. shibari. i feel like sjw likes pain in general. degrading n shit.

513 words.

1k event!

jinwoo is gently pushed to his knees with a slight tap of your shoe on his shoulder. he breathes harshly, chest heaving up and down rapidly. he writhers under your bored stare. everything felt so intense, but he liked it.

the rope tied him down so he stuck to your mercy. he wasn't completely naked, his cock was out through the zipper of his dress pants, standing tall.

he jaw clenches, squirming in place. he whines when you lean down to his height, going completely still. he anticipates your next move, cock throbbing between his legs, your attention shifts.

you reach down to flick the tip of his cock. jinwoo hisses in pain, arms wiggling to get out of the rope. he knows theres going to be a stringing sensation everytime he wiggles but he can't help it. it feels strangely good.

you place a hand on his forearm, holding him in place. "quit moving. i don't want you to get hurt...."

jinwoo ignores your words. his clothes clung to him, covered in his own sweat, it causes his nipples to poke out. "unless... you wanna get hurt?"

his face flushes a dark red. you eyes light up at his reaction, moving to stand over him, beckoning him raise his head to meet your eyes. "you do, don't you?"

jinwoo's shy nod gets you your answer. you caress his sun-kissed skin, thumb running across his lips. while he gets lost in the feeling, you lightly press your shoe against his erection.

it was a little tap.

jinwoo screams in shock, flexing his muscles. you laugh at his reaction, white beads drip out of his slit. the tip was a burning red, it look painfully and almost made you want to drop everything to give him his release. you held back.

you trail the tip of your shoe against his cock, he shudders in anticipation. he subconsciously picks his hips up for a little relief. you pulled you leg back. when he settles down again, you place your shoe back on his cock, this time pressing down on him.

"argh! please-" 

he leans his head on your thigh, pants leaving his bitten lips. "you're acting like a dog."

you watch in amazement as he ruts against your shoe, using the strength in his hips to defy the black rope wrapped tightly around him. you don't do anything to help out, simply allowing him to get off with the pressure on his leaking cock.

"how disgusting." your smile widens at his moan. "you like this, jinwoo?"

jinwoo fists his hands up, he had the strength to escape, to overpower you but this is how likes it, and it only makes him your favorite person ever.

"you- hah! hah! you're the one who's doing this to me." he talks back, a shit eating grin growing on his face. "d- mm... don't you like me like this?"

you nod at him, "you think you can take more?" you challenge him. its only been a couple minutes and he was already this messy. "i'm sure you can."

...

#Es's 1k event! #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #top male reader #seme male reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling smut #solo leveling x reader smut #sub solo leveling #sung jinwoo x reader smut #sung jinwoo smut #sung jinwoo x reader

[phobiaoftickles]

THIS IS SO SHAMELESS 😍😭 HIIII

ok so you PWOBABLY know who it is (starts with an L.... ends with an iya) but I spy a certain something on your fandoms list 😀😀 this is just a prompt (general, not rlly any specifics 😭) BUTT 🍑 if it is possible could you write some original series lee!Ben with ler!Gwen I'm like I FEEL LIKE A HOBO BEGGAR FOR ASKING BUT TYSM FOR PUTTING UP W ME (I'm @trrickytickle )

Gwen the tickler

Second day having this acc and there’s alr a request? You best beilieve I’m going to do this.

Summary: Ben is being a nuisance scaring his cousin using multiple other morphs, little did he know Gwen will get her revenge!!

“Ben!! Get over here right NOW!!!!” Gwen ran after Ben after the last 5 morphs he did, popping out of no where infront of his cousin, acting like a villain, scaring the shit out of her, then morphing back to his regular self, laughing about it. And Gwen had enough.

“Uh, kids? Don’t be too reckless, don’t want you loosing an eye, and explain to your parents on how you managed to lose said eye.” Max just finished baking a batch of cookies, in which Gwen and Ben looked at the burnt cookies in disgust and continued their horse play.

Gwen went another way, in which her cousin didn’t know exsisted, and cut him off, tackling him and taking his braclet off so he won’t try to morph and get out of this very tickly situation.

“D’aw! Damn it, Gwen, can you please let your lil cousin up? For the sake of our friendship??” Ben mustered up the biggest puppy dog eyes, but it turned out to be ineffective, as Gwen didn’t give two shits.

“You’re gonna learn not to mess with me, Benjamin~” Gwen pinned his arms above his head. For someone to beable to morph into these strong monsters, he’s pretty weak. “I know something you’re terrified of the most…”

“And that is?”

“Gwen’s tickle attacks!” Gwen put Ben’s arms in one hand and teased him with the other, wriggling above his armpits.

“No!! GWEN PLEASE DON’T!! I promise I won’t scare you again, you have my woRD!! AHHAHHHHH STOP!! Don’t you dare Gwe-AHAHAHAHAH!! GWEN!!!” Ben screeched as the red head finally descended on his ticklish under arms.

“Sorry, friend, but you need to be taught a lesson on MANNERS!!” She scratched and scritched all on his armpits, going down to his sides, and wrecking them.

“Ahahahahah!! Please, stahahhap! Gwen! Please!” The transformer writhered from side to side, unable to get out of the red head’s grasp, so he decided to panick even more.

“Nope, don’t think I will.” She pushed his shirt up to his ribs, exposing his bare tummy. “Ooo~ this looks really ticklish, Benny, is it ticklish?” She tried it, tracing his stomach with her index finger, swriling around the navel, but not quite dipping in.

“*Snrk* no-NO!! It-It’s not… Gw-Gwen, st-stop, please!” Ben, out of his control, arched his back up towards Gwen’s finger.

“Wow~ look at this cute belly button, just iching for me to swirl my nail in the tiny hole, scratching the walls, and pinching the oustides of it.”

At this point, Ben was already red faced, crying, and panting. He was morbidly ticklish, and he hated it because of how vulnerable he is. Him and Gwen would always get into tickle fights, and he would always end up losing, so this? Not surprised Gwen could pin him down with a flick of her wrist.

“MAX!! UHUHUHUNCLE MAX!!! HEHEHEHELP ME OUT!!! PLEASE!!” To his horror, his uncle was passed out, watching tv, with milk in hand and cookie halfway in his mouth. He was not waking up to anything!

“Too bad Benny, he’s already passed out, good luck next time… or not~” She swriled her finger in, but instead of light tickles, they were rough ones.

“OHOHOW!! GWHEHEHEHN THOSE HUHUHUHUHRT!!!” Ben screeched out.

“Oops, sorry, got a lil carried away, now… where else should I target?” She examined his torso, looking for the next spot and poising her hands on his hips, tapping her fingers.

“No where!! Gwen, quit. It! Please!! Just stop.” The morpher tried to reason with her, doing puppy dog eyes, pleading, but once Gwen gets in a bad mood, there’s no getting out of it, unless SHE’S satisfied.

“Nope, this’ll teach you a lesson.” She scratched his hip indents with her thumbs, and scratched the sides of his hips with the rest of her fingers.

“DAHAHHAHAHAMN!! GWEN PLEASE, I HATE BEING TICKLED!! STOHOHOHOJOP!!!” He writhered side to side, but with his arms bound, and his cousin on his waist, he can’t really do much.

“Duh, that’s why I’m tickling you. This will teach you a lesson, there’s no point in liking being tickled, if you’re not gonna learn anything. Now suffer.” She moved down to his upper knees, squeezing her life out. Boy was she mad.

“GAH!! STOP GWEN!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I’VE LEHEHEHEHARNED MY LEHEHEHESSON THE MOMENT YOU PIHIHIHINNED ME DOWN!” Ben was kicking his legs, so Gwen moved down to sit right above his knees.

“‘Stop Gwen, just stop, please’ No, I’m not going to, until I’M satisifed! You even lost me a date bc you want to be stupid and morph into one of your globby things, scaring him OFF!!” With the last word, Gwen used her sharp nails to squeeze above his knees instead, and that really got him on his feet.

“AHHHHHHHH…. ST-STAHAHAHAHHA!!—— NO!! GOHOHOD FUHUHUHUC-“ Ben didn’t know what to do, he was getting light headed, had to piss, was about to pass out, and he didn’t know how to make her stop.

“Wow~ this keeps you on your heels, huh? Sucks.” Gwen continued her torment on his knees.

“GEHEHEHEHEHWN PLEASE JUST STOP!! PLEASE!! IHIHUHI GOT TO PISS, MYHYGYHY HEAD HURTS AND I’M GOHOHOHONNA PASS OUT!! STOP!”

“Oop- sucks.” She continued, practically pericing his skin with her sharp nails.

“GWEN!!! FUCKING STOP! I’M SERIOUS!!!” Ben, being angry, mustered up enough strength to push her off.

This shocked her, bc no matter how mad he got he could never push her off like that. “You ok, Ben? I think I went a little overboard, huh?”

“YOU THINK?! A LITTLE?! Gwen, when somebody tells you to stop, no matter why they want you to, if they tell you to STOP, you fucking do it. You don’t continue. God, I’m going to bed.” Ben walked off, wiping his teary eyes from his face.

Gwen sat there in disgust in herself, she really went overbaord today, she’ll apologize when sbe sees her cousin tomorrow.

#tickle content #tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickletorture #ben 10 #ben 10 tickle #ticklish Ben #ler Gwen

[madmunson]

house party / eddie munson oneshot

word count; 1.7k

disclaimer/tw; unprotected sex, light mentions of drug use (weed).

a/n; i’m sorry it’s been forever since my last story! i’m in the process of making a super long one, but made a few one shots until i can release that one. this is one of the few, hope you enjoy!

You were at a party with your childhood best friend, Lilith Peterson, head cheerleader of the squad. You hated parties, hated popularity, but were apart of Hellfire Club and for once Hellfire Club was invited to a party. Surprisingly, after everything that happened in Hawkins a few months prior, everybody wanted to know Eddie or know Hellfire Club. The two topics were everybody's favorite to talk about. The club became the center of attention, as much as Eddie nor anybody in the group wanted to admit. They always denied party requests, and this one was no different. Eddie specifically hated the idea, and even flipped out at you for suggesting it until he realized your best friend was hosting it. At first, nobody else was down with the idea either. You managed to sway everybody in the direction you wanted, and he finally agreed that the group would attend, but only for a few hours.

You had a few drinks, but weren't buzzed at this point. You also had relations with Eddie before, being intimate with him was your favorite past time. Truth be told, you only had a few drinks to impress him. And he was impressed, too, watching you from the other side of the room as you danced with Lilly. His eyes pierced through your skull, like he was watching your every thought from across the room. It was hot, the tension was incredibly high. You felt out of control, dancing and grinding with your best friend to music you had never heard of, nor cared to ever listen to again. "Pop trash", as Eddie would call it. 

You continued to dance as you stared at him, sweaty bodies crashing and colliding in the middle of the average suburban home living room. The music continued to blare loudly, but it was deafening when you looked at him. You could see him talking to Steve Harrington, who also seemed surprised at your wild side. That was until he had the guts to approach you. 

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks, "my attention, doll? All you had to do was ask." He grabbed your wrist, and smirked with ambition. You could tell by his grip that he was ready to show you who was in charge. He did this every single time before he took you, the anticipation helped aid in getting you off more than anything. Your senses were heightened, everything aside from you and him in that moment casted as a blur, but you loved it that way. In your eyes, it was the end of the world again, and the only two people left were you and him. 

"Come with me," he speaks after staring at you for a moment with your wrist squeezed tightly in his hand. He smirked at you as he stared into your eyes.

"Why should I?" You spoke with a bratty tone. This was your favorite thing to do, give him a bratty attitude when he so clearly wanted you. Eddie would become feral over the tone, and become dominant, which you also loved. 

"Now." He demands, leading you to the bathroom. Your heart began to race imaging what he would do to you.

For a brief moment, you're staring into his eyes in the bathroom, music still blasting around the bathroom door and people audibly making out next to it. This felt like a real house party now, and Eddie had nothing but you in mind.

"I can't take this wait anymore," he says, gripping you up and placing you on the sink counter. He begins making out with you, your tongues clashing and colliding for a brief moment before he travels down to your neck. He begins lightly sucking and biting as he does so, leaving little love bites all over your neck. He always did this, feeling excited as you turn and writher underneath him.

"I'm going to make sure you remember this," he growls, lifting your skirt and placing his two fingers over your covered center.

"Tell me more," you breathlessly moan. He proceeds to kiss down your chest before removing your shirt, leaving your chest almost fully exposed. He kissed down your torso, using his other hand to firmly grip your covered breast when he felt the need to. You moaned for him once more, almost begging him to proceed. With one swift motion, he removes your bra, throwing it to the other side of the bathroom. He begins kissing and sucking your nipples, causing you to throw your head back with satisfaction. 

"And when it's late at night, and you're laying in bed, hands down those pretty little black panties, thinking about what I did to you," he moves your underwear away from your center and to the side, tracing circles on your clit. "You'll remember just how much I made you scream." Without a second thought, he slowly enters your warm trenches and begins curling his fingers inside of you as he speaks. He hisses his demands in your ear as he fingers you. He smiles every time you moan, but continues to go slower with his movements.

"I'll never stop thinking about you," you moan in response, throwing your head back with pleasure as his fingers passionately caress your softest spots. He takes his thumb and begins tracing circles on your clit once more, spelling his name with every twirl of his thumb. You gasp in pure bliss, throwing your head back again as he continues.

"Tell me you'll never forget what I do to you,"

"I'll never forget what you do to me," you moan.

"Say it again," he demands. He begins to go faster, causing you to moan louder and more rapidly. His goal was obviously to make you say it louder, and make it harder to speak. He was successful with his goal, making you ache for him.

"I'll never forget what you do to me," you moan louder, barely able to hold your moans as you speak for him.

"Again," he goes faster. You couldn't speak anymore, and everything becomes numbingly satisfying. You were cold from your head to your shoulders, but your core heat up extensively, making it almost unbearable.

"I'm gonna finish!" You moan.

"Not until I hear you say it. Now like I said, one more time," he demands.

"I'll never forget what you do to me," you scream, finishing to your own words as you do so. Your head begins spinning, your eyes clenched so tightly they practically hurt, the tenseness in your body coming to a strong release. You succumbed to your body, breathlessly trying to catch up your breaths to your speeding heartbeat. You lost yourself inside your mind, breathing heavy as you laid back shaking against the sink.

"Good girl," he says, his hands covered with your cum. But he wasn't done. He pulls you back up on the sink, despite your legs shaking, and lines himself up with your entrance. "Are you ready?"

"Absolutely, please,"

He slams himself inside you, taking your breath away at the size of his length. He starts out slower at first as a means to create another orgasm from your core, and does it skillfully. You almost immediately felt yourself build up again. You were absolutely infatuated with him, and with what he was doing with you. He curled his hips as he was inside you, twisting and turning every sensational spot.

"Eddie, faster," you plead, back smacking against the mirror of the sink. You moaned for him as you gripped chunks of his curly chestnut mane, intertwining the curls in between your fingers. Everything felt silent, you couldn't even vaguely hear the music playing in the living room or the people partying around the bathroom door. You didn't care if people could hear you, the carelessness aided so efficiently to getting you off anyway. He picked up his pace, stroking your insides with his erection as he curved whilst thrusting, and swayed his hips. He knew exactly how to hit your every sweet spot, causing your body to succumb to cold shivers while your core intensifies with heat. You start sweating more, begging him to proceed as you were about to finish. He groaned above you, holding your throat against the mirror behind you as he thrusted.

"Tell me how good that feels baby," he demands, his raspy tone shook with desperation.

"So fucking good," you let the words escape your lips before simply processing them, and you travel your hands to his back, scratching down harshly as you practically scream for him. You pull him closer, your warm breath captivating his ear as you spoke. "Take me," you breathlessly moan into his ear.

"I'll ruin you,"

"Please,"

He begins going faster, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat. The sounds of ringing took up every corner of the room, smacking and bouncing across every wall and echoing so loud you thought it could make your head spin. You were so absolutely lost in the feeling, numbing sensations taking over your core and insides before your body eventually gave out. The pressure you faced felt like it was never ending, until it caved in. Cold sweats came back in the best way possible as your core heat up.

"I'm gonna finish Eddie!" You shout, attempting to catch up with your breath but so careless in the moment, your body didn't stand a chance. Your heart couldn't catch up to your lungs.

"Good girl," he says, and as he does you finish. Your legs begin shaking, your whole body overwhelmed with that same numbing feeling. You couldn't contain yourself anymore. Eddie chuckles to himself, and continues. You grip his back so roughly, you worry you may've drawn blood. He cums inside you with one final thrust, twitching and throbbing inside you as he does. You smile at him, his eyes rolled back to the center of his brain, as he too attempts to catch his breath. The two of you sit there for a moment before he pulls out, you immediately fixing yourself and your clothes. He follows, and does the same, before the two of you fall to the ground beneath the sink.

"Light one?" Eddie asks.

"I thought you'd never ask." You pull a lighter from your sock, and spark up the joint you had behind your ear, taking a drag as your lungs catch up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things #eddie munson smut #smut

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

KANAYA: Rose

KANAYA: Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm

ROSE: As far as I'm concerned, you are a worm.

ROSE: My little writher.

ROSE: I'd give you leaves to crawl on.

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #submission #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #mod kanaya

[cool-ghoul]

"So what do you do?"

"I'm a writher."

"Oh that's so cool! Like for a newspaper or-?"

[Is too busy contorting my body into unnatural shapes on the floor to answer]

[teabights]

Edging Easy Company;

Warning: sexual content. Based on the portrayal of the men.

Writer note: i am sorry

George Luz;

My hand was gripped around his cock, slowly pumping it. I watched him writher under my touch and convulsed to each pump. He just whimpered and pouted the entire time, a couple tears streaming down his face. His cock was carnation pink, it was breath-taking to see.

“Fuck baby… can I just…” He started to beg.

“No, no, I don’t think so.” I spoke and tutted.

“Please…please…” He begged.

“Please, please.” My tone was mocking him.

He started to whimpered. His hips pushed up into my hand. I pumped his cock, slowly, which is when his mouth fell open ajar. After another minute of painful edging and his whines and whimpers, drool started to slowly fall down from the left corner of his mouth. I watched his hips pushed up into my hand again.

“Please… please.” He begged.

“And why should I let you cum?” I asked.

“Pl-please.” He whimpered.

"You've been such a good boy." I whispered. "Go ahead."

It was a few more pumps and he released all over my hand and on his pelvic bone.

Babe Heffron;

His body flushed all the same rosey color, from his cheeks to his cock to his feet. His head tilted back as I worked his weeping cock. Just nothing but the melody of moans and begging, which all became nonsense as I kept going. His hips thrusting his cock in my hand, which would cause the removal of my hand — then would come the whining. He didn't learn at all.

"Babe, you're killing me." He whined

"No, Babe is your name." I teased as I gave his cock a slow pump. "Did pretty boy forget his own name?"

"Dammit, please." He whined.

Of course, ignoring his request, my hand kept the slow painful pace that I had set. His hips would buck up into my hand from time to time, but it was always met with removal. He was a brat most of the time about it. He would try begging, pathetically and most of the time it was more demanding than begging.

"You know, you're going have try hard than that." I said.

"If you would fucking be nice t—" He started, but when my hand left him, he let out the most frustrated noise. Tears started to well up. "I'm sorry… please will you let me cum."

"Ah, that's more like it, Babe." My voice was slightly patronizing. "Go ahead."

It didn't take long for his sperm to be spewing from the tip and leaking down my hand. A string of 'thank you's left his lips after he was able to regain some decorum.

Carwood Lipton;

People pleasing meant he'd agree to anything. This is how he got himself into this situation. Salvation and losing all thoughts that had nothing to do with anything and all to do with an orgasm that was never coming was his new normal in this moment. His pretty cock and pelvic area flushed a watermelon pink as his needy cock wept precum and stood stiff in my hold. He didn't put up much of a fight in a 'brat' sense, but his begging is like my favorite soundtrack. Just pathetically going "Please let me cum." "Please, I've been so good for you." "Please please." All shot down and being told to wait. He was patient for the most part, except for when he'd rut his hips up into my hold, like my hand some sort of fleshlight. His own spit soon was joined by my own and gave his chin and lower lip area a nice glisten. He just whined at me spitting on his face, but it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. More begs fell from his lips, more denying left my lips.

“What does baby Car want, hm? He wants to cum?” I asked.

He nodded his head so fast.

“Ah, use your words.” I teased.

“Can I please cum?” He whined out.

“Yes, you may.” I said.

Within seconds, warm white ropes shot from the tip of his cock, covering his lower stomach, and trickled down my hand as I painfully pumped him.

Lynn "Buck" Compton;

His beautiful blue eyes were squeezed shut and his big mouth was wide open. His hips bucking up into my hand with utter desperation. It was clear by the noises leaving his throat that he definitely wanted to get off. He wanted that release. He whimpered and begged me. He never fired without orders, so he endured the edging for as long as I liked.

"Baby. Please." He begged me.

"Nope." I said as I popped the 'p' of the word.

"Please, please." He whined.

Drool started to dribble out of the corner of his mouth from it being open so wide. He was so precious, his face flushed a pretty rouge color and his cock was the same shade. More whimpering and bucking his hips more violently as the minutes go on.

"Fuck, please…" Buck begged.

"You've been such a good boy." I teased.

"Mmmm." Buck whimpered.

"Go ahead and fire, Lynn." I said.

With that command, he fired off. Sperm spewed from the hot red tip, covering his lower abdomen and my hand.

Lewis Nixon;

A little Vat 69 going down his throat as I pumped him. His eyes glassed over. His hips met my hand with every up motion. He desperately wanted to get off. The whiskey helped suppress the orgasm, which was fine with me, but his cock was starting to weep slightly.

"Ah, fuck, you going to finish me off, baby?" He asked.

"No, you haven't earned it, asshole." I responded. "And you beg like an asshole."

Lew pushed his hips up more. I kept my hand going, flicking my wrist in the most pleasurable way, and I could tell by the way he was making noises of pleasure. I watched his whole flush deeper rouge as the alcohol was making him warm and the impending orgasm was approaching. He looked so breathtaking. As the time passed the more desperate noises started to leave his lips.

"Mmm please." He whined at me.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Can i cum please, please? I've been so good. Please." He whimpered.

"Nope." I shook my head.

"Jesus Christ, please." He begged.

"Jesus isn't my name." I tease.

"Wise ass…" He moaned out. "Just, fuck, please…"

"Please?" I raised an eyebrow as my hand kept working the hard length.

"Please please. I'll be so good for you. Please. I promise." He whined.

"Fine Lew…" I said.

It was a few more moments of jerking him, when he finally released all over hand, sperm collected on his pelvis and his pubic hair.

Donald Malarkey;

His pale flesh was just about as red as his hair. His freckles almost seemed more noticeable. His cock was definitely darker than the rest of him, almost a deep maroon. My hand worked his cock and he was just a whiney little whore. His mouth was wide open as those sweet melodic noises left his throat. His brain was definitely empty.

"Ah… mmmm…" Donald's slightly audible words.

"You have to use your big boys words." I said.

"Mmm…" He whined out. "...fuck."

He wasn't obviously wasn't interested in speaking. His begging was none existent.

"Cum…?" His inflection went up when he uttered that word.

"Ah, cum, pretty boy?" I asked.

"Please." He managed to get out.

"Please?" I mocked.

"Please cum, please." He was finally able to make a good beg.

I watched his hips meet my hand on the up position. He was drooling and whimpering.

"Go ahead, pretty boy." I finally gave him permission, which then caused his orgasm.

"Thankyou thankyou thankyou." He whined as his sperm covered my hand and the head of his cock.

Alex Penkala;

His eyes were tearing up. His face was warm and his cock was a beautiful punch color. Sweet melodic moans leaving his throat. He was a beautiful sight to see. My hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping him quickly then coming to an abrupt stop, which would make him whine.

"Honey, please can I cum?" He begged.

"Mmm not yet." I responded as my hand kept the pace.

"Please honey." He whimpered.

His hips started to meet my hand on the up motion. I could tell he was getting desperate to get off. He became less beggy and just made more pathetic noises.

"Do you wanna cum baby?" I asked

"Please…" he nodded his head quickly.

"Go ahead my baby." I said.

With a few more snaps of my wrist, Alex erupted all over my hand and onto his own pelvis. He just let out louder moans, almost a scream. His cock let out multiple ropes.

#george luz #band of brothers #carwood lipton #buck compton #babe heffron #lewis nixon #donald malarkey #alex penkala

[beanghostprincess]

Any tips for beginners fanfic writhers? I am working on a fic about Asl+Uta on Ao3, I currently just put up the first chapter.

Aw, I'm so glad you asked me this. I don't know exactly what to tell you, honestly, so I'll do my best to give you some pieces of advice!

First of all, some basic/technical AO3 stuff:

Don't tag side pairings if they don't have a big role in the story or show up only like, once. Because that only fills their tag with unwanted fics their readers aren't interested in, and it will just be bothersome and sort of like spamming.

It really does work better if you write your fic on a Google Doc and then paste it to AO3 because that way you make sure you have it safe and sound in your lil folder. Drafts disappear from your account if you don't update them!

You can be silly in the tags but don't overdo it because people are there reading those to know what the fic is about. I always end up making jokes there but if it's a wall full of tags, people won't read it.

I personally don't like long summaries. It's better to just write a few lines that describe the fic vaguely and let the tags talk for the genre. You can even just paste some sentences from the fic and it'll look great!

I've written long fics with various chapters but I personally post it all together instead of weekly, but that's just me. Most people believe it's better to do it every week. In my case, I just do this because I often never finish shit and I prefer to just, you know, be sure I have all the fic done before posting.

Now for a more personal advice:

Don't worry about the amount of comments you get. That doesn't rate your fic. Most people don't even comment because they read at night and they're tired! Perhaps they just don't like commenting! But that doesn't mean your fic isn't good or hasn't changed their lives. I can promise you the only reason people don't leave comments is because they're lazy, but they probably liked your fic.

Don't expect results right away. I've had fics on AO3 that didn't get attention after weeks since I published them. Have in mind that the people who read are real people, and it's- It's like working on a store, you know? Some people might not come in a Monday morning, because they might be working/studying, but you might get more attention a Friday night.

Reread your fanfic all the times you want until you feel satisfied to post it. Never post something you aren't satisfied with because then, what's the point? Meeting the deadline? What deadline? It's YOUR fanfic. YOUR baby. You can do whatever you want.

Following that same rule: You can do whatever you want. Write whatever you want. Seriously, if people like it they will read it, and if they don't? Fuck them. You're doing this for you and because you like writing.

Get yourself a Beta reader. It doesn't matter if it's your friend or a mutual. It's always great to have somebody checking the fanfic for you! For me it's my girlfriend and I swear it's great to hear other people's opinions before posting.

If I'm being honest, I don't know what else to tell you. I've been writing fanfics for ages and I think I've just been vibing all this time. I don't consider myself a professional or anything but!! I hope I helped you somehow <3 If you have any other questions please, don't be shy and ask me!!

#ughhh sorry i feel like i could've said more #but these are like general advices i guess #i really hope i helped tho !!!

[dirty-bosmer]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by my lovely friend @thequeenofthewinter to complete this "get to know the author" tag game. Thank you <3

Tagging: @justafoxhound @dumpsterhipster @chennnington @atypicalacademic @gilgamish @fantasydrowsy @skyrim-forever @late-nite-scholar @goddess-of-sorrow @hailtheknownworld @wispstalk @nuwanders @lucien-lachance @burningsilence @crynwr-drwg

And anyone who wants to join in! Please tag me :)

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Chapter 2 of my dissertation ideally XD In terms of creative projects, I gotta finish The Illusionist first and foremost (I'm so close!). I have a love-hate relationship with that fic, but it has taught me so much. Also I need to complete it so I can move onto my next story without guilt lol. I'm very, very excited to spend more time fleshing out my cast for Slither and Writher, my first Skyrim longfic that stars my delusional necromancer LDB, Sylawen.

2) Rec a book!

The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It's a dark and despairing story about a boy and his father travelling south in the fallout of a mysterious apocalypse. McCarthy's writing disturbs me so much, but every time I read his work, I come away with such a deeper appreciation for the English language.

3) Rec a fic! (outside your character tag)

Idle in their Thrones by buttsmcginty aka @wispstalk. An Oblivion novelization that features a captivating cast of characters including my favorite interpretation of Martin Septim ever. Tanis (and xenomorph Tanis) continues to live in my head rent free. Every character, every setting is so full of life, both in vibrancy and in the grittier uglier shades that shadow much of Oblivion's main questline. This story absolutely wrecked me in the best way possible. I've recced it multiple times, and I will do it again cause I'm annoying like that. Anyay, looking forward to reading the next installment of Tanis' adventures in the Shivering Isles while I lay out at the pool this summer ☀️

4) Rec music!

Sound and Color by the Alabama Shakes 🎶 They're a blues rock band, and I happened to be listening to this album at work today. Was reminded how much I love Brittany Howard's voice.

 5) Share one piece of advice!

If you're looking to improve your writing, especially if you're new to the craft like I am, read! Read, read, read. Read authors you want to write like. Read authors with completely different styles. Read within your genre and outside of it and highlight passages that move you to dissect later. Honestly some weeks I don't touch my wips at all and just get lost in a book, and every time I come back to my writing with my calibration for "good" writing having shifted. It's a blessing and a curse cause while I ultimately write for fun, I do want to improve and reading always ends with me raising the standards for myself, aaaaahhh 😅 I swear it's a good thing in the end lmao.

#tag games

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

9 with Agatha and R

Sky's stolen ask game

Finally clearing out my inbox, I'm sorry it took so long to get around to this. Thank you for sending it in! ❤️

Warnings: dark themes, yandere!reader, implied future non-con, implied physical harm, magical torture, discussion of branding, kidnapping, reader is really fucked up in this one y'all

"I can't bare to be apart from you anymore." You confess as you slowly circle around the tied up woman. You come to stop in front of her so you can see her reaction. "It wasn't right of you to try and end things with me, bunny." You admonish. "Though I did try to respect your wishes, I can no longer ignore my own."

Agatha's face contorts into one of pain.

"So you're going to keep me locked away?" She sneers, trying to cover her feelings of betrayal.

Poorly, might you add.

"Well." You tilt your head. "I certainly can't have you running free with what's rightfully mine." You lean in close, and revel in the way Agatha attempts to jerk away from you as you purposefully brush your lips against hers. "Not to mention I believe you found something that clearly says you belong with me."

"Belong to you, you mean." The dark haired witch snaps.

You pull away, and reward her with a sharp grin.

"So you do know your place."

"I belong to myself." Agatha spits. "Meeting you was a mistake."

You laugh.

"You're so cute, buttercup." You stroke her face lovingly. "And you really shouldn't clench your jaw like like that, it'll only cause you pain."

In one quick motion you've slapped her across her face.

Agatha was never one for physical violence, and she cries out.

In pain or surprise, you aren't certain, but it doesn't prevent you from relishing in the sound.

"Let's make one thing clear." You hiss. "You belong to me."

"You can mark me all you'd like, that isn't a sign of ownership." She bares her teeth.

You smirk. "Oh, I know. That's why I plan on branding you, since you can't seem to understand your place, even with the limits I've placed on you."

Now the panic is clearly written across Agatha's face, you can see how it wells up in her eyes.

You have to hold back from panting as want courses through you at the sight.

"You- you wouldn't." It isn't said with much conviction.

"Like how I'd never dream of marking you in your sleep and then hiding it? Like how surely I wouldn't have waited for you to leave, before allowing the spell covering the marks up to fade, so you'd come crawling back to me demanding answers?" You laugh. "Dumb bitch."

Agatha's breaths are coming out ragged now.

You've almost got her exactly where you want her.

You flick a hand.

She can't really contort or writher tied the way she is to the chair, but she can certainly scream.

You wait, patiently, as what you've been informed feels like liquid fire courses through her nervous system, and she lights up with it.

A variant of the spell her mother and coven tried to use on her, once upon a time.

The faster she breaks, the faster you can mold her.

When her screaming tapers out, when she slumps over from having passed out, that's when you end the spell while vanishing the ropes keeping her bound.

It'll be much better for the both of you if she wakes up on the bed in the next room over, moments before you press hot iron against her skin.

It'll drive home there's no hope to be had for mercy, not if she misbehaves.

Your smile curves wickedly.

Agatha Harkness is yours, and you'll never have to be parted from her again.

#sky's stolen ask games #sky's inbox #inlovewithagathaharkness80 #sky's blurbs #sky writes #sky answers #sky replies #c: agatha #dark!reader #yandere!reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #angst #dark themes #apparently I'm suddenly on a yandere/dark theme kick