#also please please don't read under the cut if you don't like talking about neck injuries and such

[red-smut]

LH: Admission video

Sana x male reader

+2500 words

I have finally finished it! I think it could have been much better but I'm satisfied. I hope you enjoy the fic!

“Oppa, wake up” Sana is sitting astride you giving you gentle taps on your cheek in an attempt to wake you up. She’s only wearing one of your sweatshirts and the black thong you so eagerly took off last night, her messy blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

“It’s still early… let me sleep” your open your eyes to look at Sana.

Your girlfriend pouts and then quickly leans over to give you a quick kiss “It’s half past twelve! Get up! I want to eat!”

You make a long sigh and gently pull Sana off of you to get up reluctantly “Ever since you came to live here you’ve been enslaving me” you leave the room and head to the kitchen.

Sana, with a beaming smile lighting up her face, eagerly follows you into the kitchen. She gracefully settles herself on the counter, crossing her legs as she watches you with curiosity and affection. “Like you don’t like having me here.”

“Well, maybe it’s not all that bad,” you admit with a slight smile as you make breakfast, enjoying your girlfriend’s morning company.

Sana gets up from the counter and gives you a hug “By the way, a letter has arrived, I left it on the table in case it’s something of yours” she gives you a kiss on the cheek and returns to the room.

When you finish making breakfast you leave it on a plate, then you see the pink letter with a stamp with the initials LH perched on the table and walk to the table to open it

Good morning sir/miss, if you have received this letter it means that you and your partner have been chosen to enter Lust House, where you will live the greatest experience of your lives.

At Lust House we will not only make you feel like kings but you will also be able to fulfill any sexual fantasy thanks to our 24h service or the help of other hotel guests who will surely be willing to help you.

We will cover all your expenses so you won’t have to worry about money here.

However to enter you will have to be chosen by our president, so we kindly ask you to record a video introducing yourself and explaining us the following topics:

Sexual orientation

Sexual experience

Fetishes

Fantasies

Also after the presentation you must record a video having sex, no matter if it is anal or vaginal, hard or soft… just record a video.

This may seem like a scam, but we ask you to trust us so you don’t miss the best experience of your life.

Please send the video to the address written on the back of the letter.

Sincerely, Lust Hotel

“What nonsense, how can I bite on something like that” I turn to throw the letter in the trash but I find Sana, who seems to be reading It behind me and takes the letter from my hands to continue reading it with interest “You are not going to believe something like that don't you?”

Sana finishes reading and carefully leaves the letter on the table “Well I think we could do it, if it’s a lie there will only be a video of us fucking, it doesn’t seem so much, and if it’s true…” she quickly cuts the distance and puts her arms around your neck, whispers the following words in your ear “it will be a lot of fun if we can really go to a place like this” Sana gives you a kiss on the cheek and separates from you “let’s prepare the script already and we record It tomorrow”

Sana comes back to the room jumping up and down, you follow her while talking to her in a medium high tone “Hey I didn’t say yes!”

The camera placed on the tripod is pointed directly at the couch, where you and Sana are sitting. Sana is dressed in a nice black dress with a bow, her blonde hair is perfectly styled for the video, but you know that Sana is wearing absolutely nothing under the dress, which was enticing you to rip her clothes off and fuck her already without even turning on the camera. You however are wearing a t-shirt and jeans, completely out of place with your girlfriend.

Sana fixes her hair a bit and turns to look at you “I’m ready Oppa, turn the camera on”.

You take a deep breath and lean forward to press the ON button, with a click the camera turns on and Sana puts on her best smile before speaking “Hi guys from Lust House, my name is Sana and this handsome guy is my boyfriend Y/N, we are a serious couple but we are open to live an experience as promising as the one you have offered us.”

Sana pauses a little before continuing “I'm bisexual but my boyfriend is straight, I always tell him that he should at least try once to do it with another guy because maybe he likes it and he is missing out on something really fun but he is a stubborn”

Sana tends to be very talkative, sometimes too much and can stay talking about the same thing for hours, but this time she has stopped early and as you turn to look at her you realice that her beautiful eyes are locked on yours, silently telling you that it’s your turn to talk.

Immediately you look at the camera and continue, ‘Well… as for sexual experience, I haven’t had much, barely 3-4 girls… But I’m sure we won’t disappoint them because Sana has had a lot of experience with both guys and girls, perhaps too much experience.’

Sana makes a gesture as if she hasn’t slept with too many people, as if you were just exaggerating.

‘I don’t have any fetishes to highlight, but…’

”Liar” Sana’s laughter fills the room as she laughs at your words.

‘Hey, I don’t have fetishes.’

‘Sure…’ Sana stops laughing and continues speaking, ‘I love fucking, I don’t care if it’s anal or not, I don’t care about the position, and I don’t care who dominates whom, I just want to be fucked with a good cock.’

You glance at her sideways, slightly surprised by her sincerity as she continues speaking.

‘As for sexual fantasies, Oppa here is quite a pervert, he has many fantasies and I know them well, but the best one is fucking a lesbian couple until they beg for more…’ Sana brings a finger to her lower lip while trying to remember something, ‘I think there was something else… You also want to breed one of them, right?’ She turns to you with a mischievous smile.

‘I told you to not talk about that.’

Noticing the slight annoyance in your expression, Sana lets out a small laugh and gives you a light tap on the shoulders, then placing her hand on your thigh.

‘As for me… maybe a double penetration, I’ve never done it before and it could feel really good.’

You are surprised to hear Sana say that. ”You never told me that, my cock isn't enough for you?”

Sana looks at you playfully and starts stroking your cock over your pants. ”Oppa… your cock is perfect and I love how it stretches me, but two are better than one, right?”

‘If you say so…’ Sana subtly leans in towards your lips while unzipping your jeans. ‘Come on, don’t be mad… what if we start with the other part of the video now?”

Sana presses her lips against yours and licks them, asking for permission to stick her tongue in. You immediately comply and start an intense kissing session with Sana, making your cock start to get harder and harder.

Sana’s tongue swirls with yours, occasionally moving away from your lips for a moment to plant quick kisses on your cheeks. While doing so, she continues to caress your bulge with her hands.

The kisses don’t end until Sana manages to pull down your jeans and underwear. Your cock springs out and Sana’s lips leave yours to approach your cock. She gives it a long lick from bottom to top and delicately grabs it to show it to the camera. ”Look at this tasty cock… It’s perfect for being in Lust House, isn’t it?”

You slide your hand down Sana’s back and start unbuttoning her dress. Meanwhile, Sana wraps her lips around the tip and begins to suck it, looking at the camera, hoping that those watching the video enjoy the show.

Sana moves away from your cock for a moment to help you, and once you’ve gotten rid of her dress, she focuses her attention on it again, covering it with kisses and licks. At the same time, you search for her pussy with your hands and discover how wet she is. ‘Babe… you’re wetter than usual.’

‘The camera turns me on…’ with that simple answer and a small moan as she feels your fingers caressing her clit, she plunges your cock into her mouth and starts sucking it with such dedication that you have to concentrate to not cum. You grab Sana’s hair and use it as a leash to control her rhythm while stroking her clit.

Her lips glide smoothly along your length while her expert tongue caresses every inch of your member. You feel pleasure building up inside you, every suction and every lick bringing you closer to your limit.

Skillfully, you slide two fingers inside her wet pussy, feeling her sharp moans muffled against your cock.

Sana intensifies her pace, her mouth enveloping your member with more force while her tongue caresses your glans with precision.

‘Baby… if you keep this up I’m going to…’ Sana interrupts you by devouring your entire length in one go and stops looking at the camera to give you the dirtiest look she can while she stays there, doing a deep throat.

Then, with a burst of ecstasy, you let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that envelops you, your body trembling with each spasm as you release your load into Sana’s mouth.

Sana stays there with her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of your seed flowing down her throat.

After a few seconds, Sana slowly releases your cock, letting it go with a ‘pop.’

‘As delicious as ever, Oppa.’ She strokes your cheek and then turns to the camera, sticking out her tongue to show that she has swallowed it all.

‘What do we do now…?’ Your cock is hard again after Sana’s performance and she notices. She takes the camera off the tripod and gets on all fours next to you, putting the camera in front of her so that her face is clearly visible. ‘Shut up and fuck me.’

You sigh and get up to position yourself behind Sana, kneeling on the sofa and bringing your cock to her two entrances. ‘Where do you want it?’

‘Do you think I care? Just put it in and…’ Her sentence is cut off by the loud moan that escapes from her lips, which is repeated over and over again every time you pull out and push your member back in her pussy. Sana writhes and her hips move towards you unconsciously while she shows the camera a face of pure lust that any man would pay to see.

While ensuring to drive her crazy with your cock, your hands roam her body to please her more, caressing her breasts with one hand while directing the other towards her face, taking advantage of one of her moans to stick a finger in her mouth and force her to suck it.

The girl who had dominated throughout the video is now unable to speak since that cock started splitting her inside.

But you weren’t any better than Sana, between her walls not stopping squeezing your cock and your girlfriend’s performance turning you on so much, you had no idea how you hadn’t filled her already on the third thrust, but there you were, holding on like a champion while you tore her apart.

Shortly after, you pull out your finger from her mouth and grab her arms, pulling her up a bit to bite her earlobe before whispering to her.

‘Does it feel good?’

With a lascivious smile, Sana responds stuttering, ‘Y-yes, Oppa… y-you can go harder if you want…’

You let her go and she falls onto the sofa, now firmly grabbing her hips and starting to push with all the strength and speed you can muster, ready to make a final sprint to bring her to orgasm and also cum yourself.

Over the next few minutes, what the camera captures is Sana’s face contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back and a smile of pure bliss on her face as you fuck her. You completely surrender to the frenzy of the moment, thrusting into Sana with determination and passion. Her moans fill the room, each one more intense than the last as you hold onto her tightly, feeling the heat of her body against yours.

Sana’s hands grip the sofa, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrenders completely to pleasure. Your thrusts become more frantic, more wild, driven by the desire to bring her to orgasm. And then Sana climaxes, screaming as her juices bathe your cock and push you to do the same.

“I’m going to…” You start to say, but Sana cuts you off with a weak voice, “Inside… Today’s a safe day…”

No more needs to be said. You impale your cock inside her, going as deep as you can and letting all your baby batter spill into her. Shortly after, you pull out your member, letting your seed slowly slide out of her pussy.

Sana blindly closes the video and, without changing position, she brings the camera closer to you, barely turning her head to look at you. “That was good, very good… could you go send them the video, please? I… I will stay here for a while.”

“Of course.” You take a few seconds to rest and then grab the camera, approaching her to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get dressed and send it.”

You grab your clothes and head to the bedroom, leaving your girlfriend to rest.

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A young uniformed girl enters a luxurious office; in the center sits a sultry woman staring at her computer, from which moans from what seems to be a sexual video can be heard.

“Boss.” The woman doesn’t even look up, attentively watching everything that happens in the video while the girl continues speaking.

“Miss Myoui and Miss Hirai have confirmed their attendance, I think this is enough for…”

“Jisoo.” The woman speaks with a serious and authoritative voice, and upon hearing her, Jisoo immediately falls silent and lowers her head. “I want these two to come as well, respond to them immediately and have them come.”

Young Jisoo nods and turns to leave the office, leaving the woman alone with the video.

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[kaeyx]

How would angry/upset chuuya/dazai punish reader in bed?

Ooooh many options here. I think it would mostly depend on if they're pissed/irritated in general or if they're mad at the reader specifically. This got long so I put it under a cut!

Warnings: smut, gn!afab!reader, overstimulation, cockwarming, bondage, vibrators/toys, bondage, spanking, stretching, edging/denial, slight manipulation in Dazai's part.

Chuuya

Chuuya has had a long day, lots of little things that haven't gone right. It's the end of the fiscal quarter so he's up to his neck in talks with investors, trade routes, lists of products. He's tired, he's wound up, he opens the door to his apartment and sees you curled up on his couch, takeout boxes still warm on the coffee table. Judging by the amount you got some for him too, and his heart warms at the thought. That plus the stress, plus seeing you in his shirt, in his house, already waiting for him... it sets him off.

He barely gives you time to look up and greet him before he's grabbing you, pulling you in for a brutal, searing kiss, sending both of you crashing onto the cushions. In no time at all you find yourself with one leg thrown over the back of the couch, Chuuya's heavy girth splitting you open. He looks half feral, hair flying around his face, grunts and growls rising from his chest. He hasn't even bothered to take any clothes off, just pulling your shorts to the side and yanking at the collar of your shirt until he can sink his teeth into your neck. Chuuya is muttering under his breath the whole while, complaining about all the things that have been wrong with his day; but he's also moaning out praise, telling you how good you make him feel, how he's been thinking about you all day, how you take him so perfectly every time.

It takes a few rounds to drain him completely, leaving you completely fucked out and half stupid by the time he collapses against your chest, panting hard. He's probably cum several times and made sure you did the same just as much or maybe even more, each time your face contorts and goes slack with please making him feel better and better. He nuzzles against your sweaty neck, murmuring an apology that he only half means, fingers running gently over all his harsh bites and the place on your hips where he'd grabbed you hard enough to bruise.

If you're the one making him mad though it's probably a whole other story. Either by bratting or favouring Dazai too much, he's going to get back at you and he's going to be creative about it. Making you suck him off under his desk is a classic, not allowed to move or speak for hours, just feeling his length rest hot and heavy on your tongue, his hand occasionally pulling your head towards him until you're gagging around him and your nose is pressed against his skin, hands trying to push him away to no avail. If you get too fussy then he's happy to cuff your hands behind your back and maybe put you in a frog tie, keeping you immobilised under him until you're completely docile.

Or he'd make you cockwarm him while he reads or relaxes after a long day, not letting you do so much as squirm but occasionally tugging at a nipple or giving your poor, ignored clit a swift smack, grinning when you yelp and your cunt tightens around him. Talk too much or make too much noise and you'll get gagged, probably by him shoving a few fingers down your throat.

He'd also like to spank you I'd think, though I'm personally not a fan of it so I don't really have many thoughts on that. Put you over his lap and alternate between hitting you until your ass is bright red and fingering you to laugh at how wet you are, that kind of thing. Gloves on, obviously.

I think he'd like bondage quite a bit, but also stress positions? Making the ropes just a little too tight, or arrange them so that if you relax they'll tug on your hair(if it's long enough) or tighten around your neck. Seeing you struggle and apologize is endlessly entertaining to him, watching you squirm and protest when he brings out a vibrator and presses it against your leg, slowly working it up your thigh while you struggle and promise you'll be good.

Dazai

Dazai might punish you without realising it. If he's agitated, had a bad or stressful day and wants to unwind, there's little better than spooning you and slipping into you, cuddling as close as he can. He could spend hours like this and indeed he does, occasionally readjusting himself or thrusting shallowly into you, feeling you get wetter and wetter while he nuzzles against your neck. He won't even realise you're squirming and trying to touch yourself until you plead with him properly, and by then you're both so edged out that you don't last more than a few minutes.

If he's mad at you though, he'll edge you on purpose. Take his time eating you out or running his hands over you until you're crying, trembling, completely undone in his hands. You can't even apologize by then, so that's exactly when he'll tell you to speak up, repeat all those defiant things you said to him. Might not even let you cum at the end, just clean you up and pull your clothes back up, patting your cheek and telling you you're done here.

I think I've talked about this but he'd also make you go out with a toy in you, or a vibrator. He'd sit back and play with the controls, randomly turning them to the max before dialing it down to a buzz, grinning as he thinks of you gasping and your legs shaking, sneaking glances around you to see if anyone had noticed. He mocks you when you get back, cheeks red and legs trembling, sliding his long fingers through your folds and laughing at how the slick is staining your thighs.

Another one, though this might take some time and dedication (and also be specific, like if you ever implied you could take care of yourself perfectly fine), would be to stretch you out. Dazai loves the look of his fingers inside you, your hole squelching obscenely as he spreads you open. He'd keep you full with plugs or dildos between sessions, resisting the urge to fuck you every time he pulls your pants down and sees you so warm and wet and ready for him, your insides soft and gooey. The end goal is to stretch you enough that when he eventually fucks you you're stretched just a little too wide, desperately clenching around him but still so empty. You feel amazing to him though, loose enough that he can slide in with no resistance, deep enough to hurt, to feel him in your guts. You're whining and mewling, telling him it's not enough, that you need more of him. His fingers inside you too, maybe. He laughs, petting your head and calling you greedy, as if this wasn't the thing he'd been after all along. You need him, see? You need all of him to feel good, to feel satisfied.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #asks.answered

[slvtforfiction]

Jake Webber anything. Seriously anything you write about Jake I will read and love. Smut or fluff.

“I’ve never felt more loved <3”

☆ BAHAHAHAHAH

☆ Yes ofcourse lovely 😭

☆ Jake Webber X Reader

☆ Fluff (suggestive?)

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Me and Jake had been out shopping all day,after I had gotten paid,we went to go get some Christmas presents for friends and family.

Our friends mainly being Johnnie and Tara considering we only really talked with them. Although we did buy some presents for Sam and Colby.

I also got gifts for my other friends that Jake knew about from me talking about them 24/7 and him listening.

I like him listening to me,something he always did and it’s what made me happy,it's the small things <3

I also brought a few things for Jake while he wasn't looking although I had already got him a lot of presents when I saw something that reminded me of him I had to buy it.

We also got gifts for both of our families,who we are seeing on Christmas which makes me excited.

On the way home, we were in Jake’s car as we listened to music playing through the aux device connected to my phone.

I felt something creeping onto my thigh as I looked down I noticed Jake’s hand laced through the fishnets under my skirt,holding onto my thigh.

In response I smiled at him as I admired him.I like small gestures like this,like as if it made a difference but it always made me happy feeling his touch.

"I love you" I whispered to him as I watched his face memorising every feature, every single part of his face was perfect,how?

"I love you too baby" He replied taking his eyes off the road for a moment to smile down at me.

As we reached his house I set down the bags in our room along with the wrapping paper that I love.

I found a very cute, Christmasy,cozy design with a deep red background and golden snowflakes amongst it.

Jake had joined me in our room and everything we had brought was in the corner.

So with everything being,pretty much dealt with he hopped into bed with his arm holding my side.

I leaned into his touch feeling cozy ready to drift off to sleep before I felt Jake kissing down my face before holding himself up above me to get access to my neck.

Although I was tired I allowed it as the hickeys on my neck would be cherished for the next few days before inevitably fading.

But as it progressed he began to tug on my panties asking for consent.

"Uh-I'm really sorry if I've lead you on or anything baby but I'm really tired right now and I just want to cuddle really I don't want to- you know,I'm really really sorry though I swe-" before I continue rambling he cut me off with a kiss to my forehead as he pulled me into a hug.

I was so confused.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked him

"No baby, if your not going to enjoy it and just don't want to have sex right now, it's not a requirement I promise,I'm glad you told me,don't be sorry love."

He replied as he played with my hair.

I smiled to myself as I lied on top of him putting my arms around his waist as he put his hands on the small of my back.

I've never felt more loved <3

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #jake webber fluff #jake webber smut #jake webber #jake webber x reader #jakewebber

[causeilikelix]

hii im the anon who sent the hard dom lixie post ,, and i totally think ur right !! i also feel after that event..hes a lil bit more touchy with u !! just to help get the point across

also idk if u take anons but just would love to be 🐹 anon if you do !! if not thats totally ok , im literally just eating up everything u post

omg hi!!! Yes, you can totally be 🐹 anon! I've never had one before tbh so welcome!!! The support means so much to me! tbh I wish I posted more lol but writers block exists.

Except for right now cause WOW

Part 2 to this ask, but it doesn't necessarily have to be read to understand this

MINORS DNI!!!! Smut under the cut! I............................ got carried away. Warnings under the cut

YES totally. Lix is already a pretty touchy-feely person so like you showing interest in him being a little more dominant and, dare I saw, possessive would really turn on the Clingy.

(banner credit @cafekitsune)

(Warnings: established relationship, dom!Felix?, dirty talk, semi public sex, unprotected sex (it's only fun in fiction), creampie, afab!reader)

This man needs all of his friends (and your friends) to know that you're his. Unless you ask him not to for whatever reason, Felix would mark you up every. time. I mean, first of all it feels amazing to have his lips on you. So pillowy and soft and the way he sucks on your neck is just heavenly!

Any time you hang out with his friends this man has his hands on you in one way or another. He's constantly back hugging you, holding your hand, cuddling with on the couch, whatever. Sometimes, he'd lean over and whisper the filthiest shit into your ear just to make you blush.

"You look so hot in this dress, baby. Who'd you wear it for?"

"I bet you'd love for me to bend you over the couch and take you right here, huh? Want the guys to see how well you take me."

"Sweet girl, I bet your soaked right now. I can practically smell you."

It doesn't take him long to convince you to either leave the gathering or sneak off to the bathroom with him. All of his dirty talk is, in fact, soaking through your underwear. That deep voice of his gets you every fucking time.

The other boys roll their eyes and turn up the music when Felix drags you back to the bathroom. The bass helps drown out the yelp that falls from your mouth the second Felix flips up the skirt of your dress to run his fingertips along the gusset of your panties. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you are.

"Filthy girl, I knew you were wet." He growls.

"You always make me wet." You grin at him

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he slips his fingers into your panties to touch you properly. You moan instantly at the contact. "Babe, you've gotta let me fuck you. I'm so hard I don't think I'll make it home."

"But the guys-'

"Don't pretend like you didn't love them listening in last time. I remember how tight your cunt clamped on to me when you heard them turn the TV off. C'mon baby, please. I need you so bad." Felix rocks his hips into yours a little and sure enough you can feel his hardness poking at your stomach. It makes your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of fucking him here.

"One condition." You whisper as he starts to press hot kisses into your neck. His fingers slide into your heat with no resistance and you choke back a moan.

"Anything."

"Don't pull out this time."

At this, he pulls away from you to look you in the eye. At first, you worry that he's going to pull away completely. The motions of his fingers inside you slow to a stop but he doesn't take them out. His eyebrows furrow.

"Are you serious?"

You'd talked about the risks before, and it wasn't like he hadn't done it before but it wasn't something super common in your relationship.

"Deadly serious." You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in, "Don't you want us to go back out there to your friends, your cum dripping down my legs to show them once and for all that you're not as soft as they think you are?"

Felix's eyes darkened immediately.

"Ask and you shall receive, baby." He growled.

He grabbed your waist and roughly spun you around and bent you over the bathroom sink. Your panties are discarded around one ankle before he's nudging your legs apart. Excitement sparks through your bloodstream when you hear Felix messing with the button and zipper on his jeans.

A few moments later, something hot swipes through your folds. You moan as the head of his dick nudges against your clit a few times. He teases you by nudging your clit then moving up to press against your hole before taking it away to nudge your clit again.

You swear you've never been so empty in your life.

"Felix, I swear, if you don't fuck me right no- ah!" You let out a sudden moan when Felix finally pressed his cock into you. He suck in slowly, letting you feel every single inch. When his hips meet your ass, you moan again.

"Good girl, let them hear you. I knew you wanted to act like a little slut. You wanted me to fuck you where they could hear you, huh? Let everyone know how well you take cock" Felix moans, the noise going straight to your clit.

He always feels so good inside of you. It's like his cock was made to stretch you open. His thrusts are slow at first, getting you used to him despite how many times you've taken him. He pants against your neck and you rock back onto him.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby, your little cunt always takes me so well." Felix compliments, his hands kneading your ass and thighs. One hand circles up to brush through your folds. Your cunt clenches the second he finds your clit. "You're so tight! How is any of my cum going to fit inside you?"

You open your mouth to answer him but all that comes out is a moan. He rocks into you steadily and he circles your clit with two fingers. It isn't long before your thighs begin to tremble and the knot in your stomach pulls taut.

"Aw," he chides, "Are you gonna cum on my cock, beautiful? Come on, baby, cream for me, yeah?"

It doesn't take much else. It never does. Felix plays your body like an instrument. He always knows just where to touch, just what to say, just where to angle the head of his cock to get you to fall apart for him. You cum, squeezing him tightly. He moans through your orgasm, holding onto his own so he can ride yours out.

"Good girl," he praises, "Make a mess on my cock. When we get home I'll have you clean me up. Fuck! Pussy gets so tight when she cums."

If there's one thing Felix loves, it's feeling every single moment of your orgasm. The way your legs shake, the way your pussy quivers and tightens, the way your wetness leaves a shimmering sheen on his cock. He swears he can never get enough of you.

As your orgasm wanes, his thrusts speed up. He moans into your ear and every sound makes you clench. You wonder if you could cum again. His thrusts are quick and deep. Your pussy aches and throbs but in the best way possible. Overstimulation sparks through your veins, but part of you wonders if it's just another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last. Tell me where you want me to cum. Now!" He threads a hand into your hair so he can tilt your head to see your fucked-out face. The drool seeping from your lips and your hooded eyes make his orgasm threaten to spill without warning.

"In-" A particularly harsh thrust makes you moan, "Inside. Please! Please cum inside. "

"So tight! Fuck, fuck, cumming!"

And he does. He pushes himself into you as deep as he possibly can and releases his orgasm right against your cervix. The warmth makes your cunt pulse and you reach down to rub your clit. A circle or two later, you fall into another orgasm that squeezes him to coax more of him into you.

Felix rocks his hips into you a few more times to unload every generous spurt of cum inside you before finally pulling out.

He puts his hands on your ass cheeks and spreads you open. You blush when you feel his eyes on your spent hole. You wait for the telltale feeling of some of the warmth in your cunt to slip out, but nothing does. After a minute, Felix lands a soft smack on your ass before pulling your panties back up your legs.

"Come on, I've got you." Felix coaxes you to stand up and turn back around. Your legs quiver and you hold onto him. "You held it all in, baby. Nothing's leaking out."

"Guess you'll have to give me some more to make sure it slides down my legs." You quip, even though you know you probably couldn't take more right now.

"Maybe next time, angel. This time I want you to make sure you keep every drop in there. I'll check later and if you've let a single drop go to waste, I'll give you refill after refill until you can't hold it anymore. " Felix's voice sent a shiver down your spine, "Think you can handle that?"

You're nodding and clenching your thighs before he's even done talking.

"Good girl."

#🐹 anon #an ask! #felix smut #yongbok smut #lee felix smut #skz felix smut #stray kids smut #ellie writes #skz smut #kpop smut #got carried away #enjoy lol #lee yongbok smut

[lazyjellyfish300]

~Lazy Jellyfish Writings~

Welcome

REMINDER: UNDER 18 DNI AS MOST OF MY WORK IS NSFW. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME. PLEASE DON'T PLAGIARISE/TRANSLATE MY WORK. REBLOGS/RECOMMENDING MY WORK IS MUCH APPRECIATED. REPOSTING IS OKAY AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME PROPERLY. 😄 IF YOU GET INSPIRED BY SOMETHING OF MINE PRETTY PLEASE TAG ME IN IT BECAUSE I'D LOVE TO SEE IT.

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Hello! I'm Jelly! Jellyfish, JJ, any variation of those also welcomed🪼♎🇹🇴 I like to write for fun and started this blog in Nov 2023 thanks to my Miguel O'Hara (ATSV) fixation. I also write for Peter B. and Ben Reilly, though not as often.

I love to gush/talk about Miguel and I mainly write for him at the moment and for the unforeseeable future 🤧. I'm happy to become moots and love to support fellow writers. 🖤 I don't take requests at this time due to personal nerves about meeting expectations and also due to time constraints, I'm sorry! I am also on AO3 and Instagram under the same user: lazyjellyfish300. 🪼

Masterlist below the cut:

Most of my reader POVS are fem or AFAB, sorry. Since I am a cis female that is the pov I feel I can write the most accurately. I try to exclude reader's appearance as much as possible except clothing. I describe curvy body parts. You might have superficial things like tattoos or piercings once in a while but that's it. I try to do gender neutral every once in a while where I can.) My rating system is my humble opinion & might not be totally correct, read at your own risk.

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🌶️-suggestive 🌶️🌶️-moderate smut

🌶️🌶️🌶️-very smutty 💖-fluff 💔-angst 🔥-slow burn/smut doesn't happen right away

Miguel O'Hara(Reader x Miguel)

-DD series🌶️🌶️🌶️🔥💔💖 (ongoing-9 chapters/11-links for the chapters will be in each post, Miguel is your Uber Driver with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic) DD series art I have commissioned from the artist @/ejpuki on insta

-As you slept 🌶️💔💖(Twilight AU with Miguel Cullen. He visits you while you sleep, TW: STALKERISH)

-Have I found You?- 💔💖Twilight AU Miguel Cullen, inspired by ending prom scene of the first Twilight movie

-In Between the Bookshelves-💖🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️ Librarian!Miguel AU, a trip to the library has a spicy conclusion

-In a Vial around your pretty little neck 🌶️🌶️💖(you & Miguel wear vials of each other's blood)

-The Stuffed Rabbit- 🌶️💖you go to Build-A-Bear and plan a Valentine's Day surprise for Miguel(same universe as in a vial around your pretty little neck)

-With New Eyes, Every Time-🌶️💖 with Miguel about your date to the aquarium, inspired by one of my moots.

-Books and Puzzles -🌶️💖 Bookstore, coffee and puzzle building date with Miguel

-Miguel Parenting Headcanons🌶️💖 (two parts which are linked in the post)

-Mom and Dad are Fighting on Christmas🌶️🌶️💔💖 (Jerry Maguire inspired, angsty piece with Miguel) also a Valentines spinoff: Mom and Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day 🌶️🌶️💔💖

-Blurred Lines -🌶️🌶️💔💖, (2 parts)you become his fwb reluctantly in hopes he'll eventually fall in love with you too, but it's not that simple.

-Relationship Weight🌶️🌶️💖soft Miguel reassuring insecure reader

-Bedtime Giggles- 💖short fluffy blurb with Mig

-Breakfast for dinner 💖🌶️-short fluffy blurb with Mig

-An Easter Proposal(s)-💖🌶️ 3 short separate stories about getting engaged to Miguel on Easter, based off 3 different rings to choose from.

-Fortune Cookies💖-fluffy blurb with Mig sharing takeout & fortune cookies

-A Box of Chocolates💖🌶️-trip to the choclatier on your birthday with your boyfriend Miguel

-I'm Here -💖🌶️fluffy blurb with Mig, helping you with your back pain, inspired by another Tumblr user.

-A Day Off At Miguel's💖 -longer fluffy blurb where your boyfriend cheats & Miguel's there to cheer you up.

-Gentleman 💖🌶️💔🔥 -mini series where you're a broke college student intern at Alchemax and Miguel becomes your sugar daddy

-Long Distance 🌶️🌶️🌶️-naughty dialogue on the phone with him

-Silent - 🌶️🌶️💖 smutty short blurb exploring Miguel's quiet side in the bedroom

-Love Across Dimensions💖💔-fluffy angsty headcanon outline of your relationship. A spinoff from Long Distance. Along with smutty pt 2.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖💔

-Still and All -angsty, heavier piece(lots of TW in description). You have a lifelong STI and you need to tell Miguel when you start dating him. 🌶️🌶️💔💖🔥

-The Woman He Didn't Choose - series ongoing 6 chapters/?-angsty Bachelor AU where you made the final two but he chose the other woman. 🌶️🌶️💔🔥

-Traitor- angsty blurb about your breakup with Miguel inspired by some break up songs🌶️🌶️💔

-Just A Little Carried Away -NSFW Mig blurb 🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Mirror-NSFW Husband!Miguel short blurb 💖🌶️🌶️🌶️

-Hot Tub with a View-Husband Miguel!drabble about doing the nasty in a hot tub on vacay 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Camping with Miguel-camping trip that turns into more than just friends. 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Possessive Miguel drabbles-links to both in this post. One is SFW the other is NSFW but more suggestive & no smut 💖🌶️

-Hand holding during sex-short NSFW Miguel thought🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Titty Massage-Miguel holds your tits when stressed drabble🌶️🌶️💖

-Praise and a HJ-getting Miguel off while you praise him drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Miguel's shoulders in the dark NSFW drabble 🌶️🌶️

-Tell Me-hopeless romantic NSFW Miguel blurb where you tell him how much you love him during intimacy 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-In Your Name-NSFW Villain! Miguel drabble🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-Apology-drabble, rainy, middle of the night makeup sex 🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

-One Cabin-🌶️🌶️💖(3 blurbs linked in the post) with Miguel playing on the one bed trope. Instead what if you had to share a cabin with him on a mission?

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Peter B. Parker x Reader

-DBF!Peter B. Parker comes to dinner -your dad's new friend from work comes over for dinner one evening with a spicy conclusion.🌶️🌶️🌶️💖

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Ben Reilly

Dating Headcanons-gn!reader x Ben 🌶️💖

Traitor epilogue- Spider-Woman Reader x Ben 🌶️💖💔 this fic is technically a pairing with Miguel, however the epilogue has a happy ending with Ben after your breakup. 🫶🏽

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Carlisle Cullen

Random Headcanons 🌶️💖

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Gallery (art I've commissioned from artists to accompany my fics/just for fun)

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 1 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

Art by the amazing ejpuki on Instagram based on Part 3 of my Miguel series DD in which he meets you as your Uber Driver after a drunken night out, and your relationship grows based on the og Miguel O'Hara comic with a twist. Please check out ejpuki on insta and support 🖤

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[houseforwhores]

confessions | billy loomis x reader x stu macher

a/n: this is so bad, i am legitimately sorry , and i apologize for taking this long, life is a bit tasking 🤍 (also apologize for any mistakes, i never really re-read what i write!)

💌:@neyovka

warnings: fem reader, smut, PinV, oral (m&f receiving), spit roasting, slight dub-con elements, overstimulation, praise, slight degradation, cum eating(?) mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex. breeding kink (?) brief mlm interaction (not fetishized)

word count: 2905

your attention was pulled from the scene as you felt a hand on your thigh, you looked down at the rather large pale hand, you trailed your eyes up to see ice blue eyes starring back at you.

"what do you want stu?" you asked swatting his hand from your thigh.

"it's more like what do we want..." stu said trailing off

"we? who is we?" you asked tilting your head and easing your eyebrows, and as if he were on queue, billy came to the other side of you, his signature grin plastered across his face before he nodded at you.

"oh no.." you said immediately shaking your head at the boys, sure you cared about them but they were nothing but trouble.

"oh yes. please we just wanna talk." stu exasperated

"yeah, just a couple of minutes, promise." billy chimed.

"no! you guys are always up to something, last time i followed you guys somewhere i ended up blindfolded and covered in c-" you started before stu cut you off lifting his finger accusingly

"OH COME ON- that was one time! one! look you have my word, no blindfolds. scouts honor,"stu said taking his finger and crossing his heart.

"stu-" you started again, rolling your eyes. but you caught a glance of his expression, he was sporting a very believable puppy face, hand his blue eyes were sparking so bright you felt a pang of guilt. you looked over to billy. his pout unmistakable as he poked his bottom lip out a tiny bit further, raising his eyebrows.

"oh fuck me. fine! five minutes," you said caving. it was quite unfair of them, double-teaming you like this.

"you won't regret it doll. promise." billy said with a wink.

stu placed himself between your legs and faced away from you before he tucked his hands under your thigh. "hop on."

"stu i can w-" but of course before you could finished stu was slapping you on your thigh in protest.

"c'mon let's go." he said. complying you hopped off of the counter, wrapping your legs around him, your arms reaching around his neck, clasping your hands together.

stu carried you up the stairs, a few partygoers staring at you along the way, until billy shot them all glared. you sighed as you reached the top of the stairs. he brought you to his bedroom, he leaned down quickly dropping you to his bed with a creak.

billy locked the door before leaning against it, his shoulder pressed against the frame as he folded his arms, stu stood towering above you. his 6'4 frame not to be forgotten as he towered you.

"stu, back up.", stu rolled his eyes stepping back only a step, with that billy came closer leaning against the bedroom dresser that was behind stu.

"we wanted to talk to you-" stu spoke gesturing to himself and billy

"yeah stu. you already said that." you rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest

"maybe don't interrupt us, 'kay? doll." billy snickered

"get on with it then," you spoke unamused

"we broke up with sidney and tatum." billy shrugged. that didn't quite click for you. they both seemed like perfect couples, sure they had their flaws but who doesn't?

"and why did you do that? you guys were like the it-couples."

"i mean isn't it obvious?" stu snorted

"we think you're more our speed." billy chides

"how so?" you inquired cocking your head, a devious grin stretching across your features

"i think it'd be better if we just showed you." billy said sitting beside you, his hand on your thigh massaging the fatty flesh, his hand dangerously close to your heat. the action drawing out more of a reaction than you could've expected. you got lost in his entrancing stare, his glazed over with lust, and neediness.

"can we doll?" you heard stu ask, suddenly becoming aware of his close proximity, now sitting on the other side of you. "show you?"

your shuddered as your eyes closed, stu's warm breath fanning across your lower ear and neck, you cursed yourself feeling your pussy betray you. was this really happening?

"we promise to be gentle, love," stu whispered against your neck before placing a soft kiss against your neck, your mouth fell agape as you tilted your head to the side, a gasp emitting from your throat. billy's hand slid further up your thigh, his index finger in contact with your clit through shorts.

"just say yes, we've got you doll," billy said softly, his finger stimulating your clit as he maneuvered it against you, causing you to give in to the temptation.

"yes! please-" you were cut off by billy's lips slotting against yours, his kiss was urging and filled with need.

you felt billy's hand dance across the skin of your stomach as stu pulled his lips away from your neck. the blue eyed boy grabbed your face jerking you away from billy, toward himself before you felt his lips slotting against yours, more fervently than billy. it was sloppy but you didn't mind, not one bit. his tongue slid across your bottom lip, before he sucked in his mouth slightly, biting down earning a moan from you. stu took that opportunity, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

billy's hand that danced across your stomach had found its way into your panties cupping your warmth, the palm of his hand pressed against the hood of your clit, the slight bit of pressure driving you insane, you lifted one of your legs throwing your thigh over his, allowing him more access to you as you moaned into stu's mouth.

"so fucking needy for us, hmm?" billy questioned, his middle finger slipping between your folds, feeling your slick envelope his finger. "fuck, stu, she's soaked."

"damn straight she is, she's our little slut, isn't that right?" stu grinned watching you nod as he grabbed your hand guiding it toward his growing erection, your hand felt the large bulge of him beneath his jeans, he helped you unbuckle his belt before you slipped your hand in his briefs pulling out his cock. it stood tall at attention, begging for any kind of affection. a bead of precum oozing from his red tip. you swallowed thickly as your eyes trailed over the veins.

billy dragged his fingers through your slick folds, brushing past your clit, he removed his hand from your panties.

"wanna feel how wet she is stu?" billy asked, seeming more as a statement, reaching over y/n, he wrapped his slick coated fingers around stu's girthy cock, spreading your arousal up and down the length of it.

"all that for us sweetheart?" stu groaned out, swallowing thickly as billy's hand squeezed him a bit more, watching more precum drip from the tip of his dick. your mouth watered at the thought of it in your mouth.

"i think our little whore wants a taste, doesn't she?" billy said, directing the statement towards stu, his eyes never leaving y/n's, watching her  "should we let her?"

"i think she's been a good girl so far, maybe a reward is in order." stu struggled to get out as billy stroked him faster.

"hear that doll? what are you waiting for?" billy asked wiping sliding his hand up stu's cock collecting his precum before bringing the mixture to his mouth, practically mewling at the taste of the two of you together. "his cock isn't gonna suck itself."

as if you were in a trance, you got off the bed kneeling before stu, you looked up at him as he grinned down at you, a look of lust glazing his eyes. you gathered the saliva on your tongue as you brought the tip to your mouth placing it on your tongue before swirling it, swallowing the liquid to further coat his length.

you felt billy place himself behind you, his hands were in the hem of your shorts tugging them off your hips. you felt billy tug you back against him, which was considerably farther than you licked because stu was no longer in your reach.

"billy-" but before you could turn around and look at him, he brought his hand down against your ass through your shorts, he sent stu a look, his palm now soothing the place it struck.

stu smirked and kneeled in front of your face, his cock directly leveled with your mouth, you swallowed thickly as you mouth grew wetter from your hyper salvation. you steadied yourself as you reached your hand up wrapping it around stu's cock.

you brought your mouth to his balls as you licked his sack sucking as much as you could fit in your mouth, your hand slid up and down his dick.

“so fuckin’ hot.” stu said his hand coming around to the back of your neck, encouraging your movements. the paradise going straight through you as you felt your clit throb, an aching sensation in your now drenched cunt.

you were brought slightly out of your trance at the feel of billy’s dick slipping through your folds as he dragged it against your clit, spreading your arousal along his length. his actions only made you wetter. you aren’t even sure when he took his dick out but that didn’t matter now.

"you want us to ruin you sweetheart?" billy asked as he pressed his tip against your entrance, stu threaded his fingers into your hair as he pulled your head away from his balls. stu grabbed his dick and tapped it against your lips, encouraging you to open for him. you obliged taking the tip of him in your mouth. your tongue swirled around his tip, finally tasting him, along with the taste of yourself. “use your holes like the little slut you are? hm?”

“fuck, billy,” you begged in what seemed to be something between a whine and a groan, throwing your ass back toward him, letting his tip to slip inside of you, causing you to whimper at the feeling.

“ruin me.” you whispered against stu’s cock, taking him back in your mouth. you relaxed your throat, preparing for him to use you, and take what he needs.

“see doll? this is what we meant, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” stu said as he gripped your jaw adoringly, he returned his hand to its original place in your hair, he thrusted forward, slowly, allowing you to take him in deeper.

“such a fuckin slut for us, hm?” billy groan, thrusting into your wet cunt, the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him, coating his length in your slick causing his hips to falter for a quick second, the pleasure of being inside you greater than he could ever imagine.

“mhmmf.” you moaned around stu’s cock, he seemed to love the feeling of it, he gripped your hair tighter thrusting all the way into your throat, your nose touching his pelvis as your throat stretched for him.

“just like that, sweetheart. such a good girl.” stu grunted, his mouth was parted as his head fell back, too entranced by the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him, the obscene noise coming from either end of you leaving him in complete euphoria. his praise, and billy’s slight degradation making your brain feel all fuzzy. the lack of oxygen added a bit of excitement as billy continued to abuse your cunt. “you’re doing so well for us.”

“so fucking wet f’me.” billy groaned, his finger nails were digging at your hips just enough to pinch at your skin, he plowed into you, his cock hitting all the right places inside you. you tapped stu’s thigh signaling you needed some air.

“f-fuck.” you coughed out, stu fisted his cock a bit before he guided himself into your throat again.

you felt your climax nearing. billy continued to rut into you from behind. he watched as your ass bounced again as he filled you to the hilt with each stroke, a ring of cream building at the base of his cock from your arousal as he fucked into you.

“such a fuckin whore, hmm?” billy grunted speeding up his strokes. your legs staring to shake from the pleasure. his thighs slapping against yours, his balls tapping your clit each time, reminding you just how deep inside you he was. filling you up with each stroke. “you gonna cum for me sweet heart? huh? gonna come on my cock?”

“cum for us doll.” your eyes rolled back as you closed them, you felt your pussy pulse around billy’s dick, a gush of your arousal soaked his dick, your walls contracted around him.you tapped stu’s thigh signaling him you needed some air. your throat flexed around him, the tight wet heat beckoning him to cum, his hips stuttered as he came deep inside your throat, holding himself there until he released every drip of cum, rope after rope. “fuck, babe.”

you tapped on stu’s thigh again a bit more frantically this time, your oxygen running out as your orgasam took over. stu pulled his cock out, letting it soften. billy still fucking you, his strokes slowing down just a bit while one of his hands snuck around to toy with your clit. he rubbed fast careful circles all the sensations becoming too much for your cock-drunk, slightly oxygen deprived brain to handle, your second orgasam approaching already. stu sat back on his heels as he pulled you into a kiss, his tongue swirling with yours.

“give me another one sweetheart. i’m almost there huh? milk me dry.” billy said with one last stroke, and you came again with a squeal, your

“mmhmf. fuck.”billy stilled himself inside of you, warm, white ropes coated your walls as your cunt gripped and pushed around him squeezing out every drop. “such a good fuckin slut.”

billy had pulled out, watching his seed trickle out of you and down the back of your thigh, some dripping onto the floor. your body, tired, slowly gave into gravity as you found yourself lying on your back as you inhaled deeply trying to regain your senses. billy kissed your lips softly, hovering over you, his hands made his way to your boobs, alternating between massaging them and playing with your nipples.

“you okay doll?” billy asked as he continued his ministrations, you mewled at the feeling, it felt relaxing, but you could feel a dull heartbeat still thrumming in your cunt from the overstimulation.

“mhm, so good.” you mumbled, eyes closed as you felt serene, breathing in deep. you weren’t sure when billy and stu had swapped places but stu was now between your thighs.

“i’m so glad to hear that sweetheart, you did so good for us.” stu praised as he rubbed at your thighs soothingly. “i think our girl deserves a reward, doesn’t she billy?”

“yeah, she does.” billy grinned, though your eyes were closed but you you could almost swear you heard it in his voice.

stu wrapped his lips around your swollen bud, laying kitten licks over the bud, with his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh in place, stu slid his middle and index finger through the mixture of your cum, fucking it back into you with his fingers, curling them against your g-spot.

“mhm fuck. s’too much-.” you moaned your thighs instinctively your thighs tried to close around stu’s head, a hand flying over your mouth to stifle your moans

“you can take it doll, you’ve been so good for us.” billy said shushing you. stu’s tongue slid through your folds to your entrance, dipping his tongue inside practically drooling at the taste of you and billy combined. the taste making his dick stir.

“mhm- hmph.” you moaned into your hand, your eyes shutting tighter as you whined, the pleasure in your cunt overstimulating you.

“fuck doll, tastes so good.” stu groaned before making sure to lick you clean, swallowing every drop he could reach, his fingers still fucking you, curling at that perfect angle. his mouth returned to your clit, licking and sucking. your could feel yourself nearing the edge again. and billy made sure to help push you off that cliff, as stu sped up his fingers, billy kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving hickeys, and love marks, simultaneously still playing with your nipples. stu started his lips from your clit momentarily, he spit on your clit before wrapping his lips around it once again.

“stuu! fuck! ” you said as your hands reached for his hair tugging on the short honey brown strands. you pulled his face closer as you road out your orgasam on his tongue and fingers.

“that’s it, you did so well baby.” billy said pecking your lips proudly. your eyes fluttered open, billy leaned back as stu climbed over you, you saw his face covered in your slick. he was grinning as he looked down at you, leaning down he pressed his lips to yours allowing you to taste what you and billy created. you hummed in satisfaction, pouting once stu pulled away, winking at you.

“promised you wouldn’t regret it.”

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[marmie-noir]

I'm avoiding work so have some Moonboys: love languages they give HCs! Disclaimer: These are just my personal HCs. Marc Spector: Marc to me breathes acts of service. But not the typical type, it's mixed with gift giving. You love your coffee a specific way? You'll have a new coffee machine on the counter the next day, your favorite beans in the cupboard, and a cute cup next to his. And he won't even mention it, will shrug it off if you ask him directly. You would see it, ask Steven, and he'd be like "Dunno love, think Marc picked it up? Do you know how to use it?" And Steven helps you set it up and get it going. Not that you'll need to use it often, Marc makes sure it's prepped and ready to go so that you wake up to the smell of fresh coffee, no work needed from you. Marc makes sure that if he does get you something he gets you a gift, not a task. Even if he gets you flowers HE is the one who cuts the ends and puts them in a vase, makes sure they are watered and get the right amount of that powdered plant food they came with. He wants you to enjoy the things, not worry about them.

Marc goes out of his way to make your life easier in the simplest ways. See's your shoes cluttering the entryway, gets a shoe rack. Hears you complain how you stub your toe on a bit of furniture all the time and he'll move everything around just slightly so it doesn't happen anymore.

It's the same if you break something or if something finally just gives up. It will be replaced for fixed the very next day without a single word from him. If you kiss his cheek and thank him he'll get a little red in the face and try to brush you off.

"Don't make a big deal, it's my job." Because it is, in a way. It is his job to love you, and he loves it. He is happy to do it. Marc is just lucky you know what he means when he says that, he is so bad at expressing himself sometimes istg.

Steven Grant:

Steven, sweet baby cinnamon roll Steven, is the delicious combo of quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation. He is shy at first but once you've been in a relationship for awhile nothing makes him happier than sitting quietly while you both read a book, cuddled up under the same blanket. And getting ready for bed is breaking down what you two have read about while brushing your teeth, changing into sleeping clothes, and sliding under the covers. Fairy porn, romance, sci-fi, thrillers, he doesn't care as long as it's you talking. And he knows that you don't mind when he goes on his rants and excited ramblings about what he learned in his texts. He gets all doe eyed when you go on, looking at you like you hung every star in the sky by hand, just smitten.

Steven was also lonely before you showed up. And while, yes, he does have a 'brother' of sorts with Marc having someone else that he can touch is so good. Holding hands, legs tangled under blankets, cuddling up just shoulder to shoulder makes him so happy and he craves it. Nothing makes him feel better than nuzzling his face against your neck, your hands in his hair as he does the same to you.

If you are upset he pulls you into a hug, rubbing up and down your back, cuddling you close as if to shield you from whatever has upset you. The fact he can just reach out and touch you still sometimes stuns him and makes him hold you a little closer, pleased when you go to him willingly. When you seek him out it's like his heart has melted in his chest.

It ties also into his words of affirmation. You two wake up together and the first words out of his mouth are, "You look so pretty right now." Compliments are showered down on you always, little praises, constant gratitude.

"Thank you for taking care of that, love."

"I am happy we get to sit here together."

"I really appreciate you helping me out today."

"You look really cute in my sweater."

Anytime he can express himself verbally he will try. He still is a little awkward, always will be, but it's mostly melted away to a man who just wants to be wrapped around you forever.

Jake Lockley:

Your honor, the man is a simp. He is your number one fan, your cheerleader, your hype squad. Jake Lockley will gas you up so clearly words of affirmation is one of his love languages.

New outfit? Praise. New recipe? Praise. Looking all cute cuddled up on a Sunday night, looking a bit like a goblin in a pillow fort? Adorable, he must tell you immediately how cute you look.

Physical touch is a big thing for Jake as well. If you are close he is touching you. A hand is always on your hip, resting on your lower back, fingers lacing with yours. In more specific situations when he's feeling more possessive he is absolutely okay with sliding a hand up your back, wrapping it around the back of your neck. It's not about control, it's reassurance, making you relax because Jake is here and he'll take care of everything.

Which leads into his 3rd love language, acts of service. Jake makes sure you are always well fed, and have had enough water. Its just something he does without another thought. Passing you a water bottle, making mouth watering smelling dishes that you eat until you feel like you can't move. Most of the time he scoops you up anyway, it's fine. I personally think though this more translates to him doing the things you DON'T want to do. A specific chore you dislike, making appointments, dealing with someone who has been giving you trouble.

Creepy neighbor who just happens to get mail the same time as you? Don't worry, Jake will get it and have a word with the person. Anxiety over making a doctors appointment? It's fine, he can do it, don't worry. Forgot an ingredient but really not feeling like going to the store? No stress, Jake already got it when you mentioned it earlier.

He is also smooth enough that he can handle awkward social situations with a grin. He is disarming when he wants to be, but also isn't afraid to swing if needed.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #headcanon #fanfic #love langauges

[yuujispinkhair]

Thing

Sukuna doesn't like it when what's his gets called a thing.

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: general, a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, suggestive Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, mentions of violence, Sukuna is his usual manipulative and evil self :), unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessiveness, some suggestive things. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You can also read it here on AO3 if you prefer that

This story is based on chapter 203 of the JJK manga. But Kenjaku meets Yuuji, Megumi, etc., and tells them what he told Choso. Our dear King of Curses is watching the scene.

"As long as that thing continues to co-exist with Sukuna, the cycle of curses will never end. You won't be able to stop it."

Kenjaku looks smug as he reveals his plan to the small group of sorcerers standing in front of him.

Sukuna's fingers tighten around the skulls that function as armrests on his throne from which he is watching the scene through the pair of eyes on his vessel's cheekbones.

So far, he found it quite entertaining to see the brat and his friends fight and struggle only to run into the one who is responsible for all of this chaos. Kenjaku who happily informed them that everything was going according to his plan.

The King of Curses had smiled to himself in amusement as he leaned back on his throne and enjoyed the little show.

Until now.

He doesn't know why he suddenly feels a wave of anger wash over him. But his eyes narrow as they stare at Kenjaku. At his smiling face, so conceited, so proud of himself. Kenjaku thinks he is the perfect puppet master pulling all the strings in this little game.

But that's not what sets Sukuna off. It's something else he realizes.

"That thing," Kenjaku said when talking about the brat.

How dare he!

A loud cracking noise echoes in the vast cavern of the Malevolent Shrine as the skulls under Sukuna's hands get crushed between his long fingers and crumble to fine dust.

Hot rage is surging through Sukuna. The disrespect! How dare this maggot call Sukuna's vessel a thing! His perfect vessel! Made specifically for him. Made to be his alone. Fit to be the vessel of a King. The vessel of a God!

How dare Kenjaku call what is Sukuna's a thing!

Sukuna doesn't care that he himself only refers to the boy as a brat or that he loves to tease him and see him suffer. This is something different. After all, Yuuji belongs to Sukuna. Sukuna can do as he pleases with what is his.

But he won't let anyone else do that. He won't let anyone disrespect the boy like that. Because doesn't this also mean an indirect insult towards Sukuna himself? If his vessel is just a thing, what does this make Sukuna in Kenjaku's eyes?

Before he consciously knows what he is doing, Sukuna already tugs at the invisible string that connects him to the brat. A moment later, Yuuji tumbles into his domain, landing with a loud thud and a pained cry at the foot of Sukuna's throne.

Golden eyes snap to Sukuna's, glaring at him with a hostile sparkle.

"Hey! What was that for? What do you want now?"

Sukuna huffs before he manifests directly behind the boy, a large hand darting out to wrap tightly around Yuuji's throat, effectively cutting off his angry ramblings.

"Shhh, brat, calm down before you give me a headache."

Sukuna can feel how tense the boy is as the King of Curses presses his body against Yuuji's back, his hand still wrapped tightly around the brat's neck.

They have never been so close. Never like this, at least. Not when they aren't in the middle of a fight.

Sukuna can feel the brat's pulse flutter under his palm. Oh, how delicious. Usually, he finds great joy in the boy's fear or anger. For a moment, he is tempted to give in to it, to cause the boy more distress. To taunt him, to rile him up, to get under his skin like no one else can.

But he represses that urge. Now is not the right moment for this. Tonight Sukuna has other plans.

He leans down until his lips brush over the boy's ear, smiling when the light touch makes Yuuji jump.

The King's voice is deep, smooth, a seductive caress.

"I don't like how he talks about you. How he calls you a thing. If someone is allowed to call you that, it is only me."

"Fuck you! Get away from me! You are both vile!"

"You don't understand, brat. I will kill him."

He can feel the boy gulp, his adam's apple bopping against Sukuna's hand. Sukuna tightens his hold on him a bit more and adds softly,

"I will kill him for you, Yuuji."

The boy shivers at the use of his name. It's the first time Sukuna said it out loud. He can't help but think it feels so right on his tongue.

Yuuji.

Not thing, not brat, not vessel. 

Yuuji.

It's a special feeling of ownership to call him by his given name. The discovery makes Sukuna laugh softly, mouth opening against Yuuji's ear, his fangs lightly grazing over the earlobe and down to the boy's neck.

Sukuna breathes him in, smirking at the fear he can smell, mingling with the faint scent of cherry blossoms that always sticks to the boy.

When he speaks again, it is against Yuuji's neck.

"I will make him crawl and beg and show him who is just a thing. He isn't even that. He is nothing. I will erase him and everything he ever was. He did his part. The only part that mattered. He gave me you. My perfect vessel. The only one who was strong enough to take my soul into himself. So strong and beautiful. And all mine."

His voice has become a whisper, a soft caress against the boy's skin, breath ghosting over the heated skin of his neck. Sukuna's lips brush lightly over Yuuji's pulse point before they press a kiss to it.

He can't remember if he has ever touched someone with so much tenderness. Probably not.

When Sukuna tries to recall his former intimate encounters, those are memories of violence. Brutal touches, feral bites, and kisses that drew blood. Bruised bodies he used for his pleasure and that were only allowed near him until the King had sated his hunger. Some of them he had let live. Others not.

But this is different.

The boy in his arms isn't one of those nameless concubines or one of those pathetic sacrifices they brought to his temple.

No, Yuuji is his vessel. He was made for Sukuna. Made to host a King. Made to provide sanctuary for a God's soul. How could he ever be just a thing? Or just a human or a curse? He is more than that. And finally, Sukuna's eyes were opened to this truth.

Sukuna lets his mouth linger there against the boy's soft, warm skin, lips lifting in a smile.

"You are a God like me, brat. And we will show everyone that this is our world. I will kill him for you. And I will kill everyone else who stands in your way or dares to disrespect you. You and I will rule this world." 

Sukuna can't help but chuckle when the boy squirms in his arms, struggling to get away from him but failing. How cute.

And how nice it feels to feel that warm and strong body moving against his. To feel that smooth skin under his hands and lips. To hear that pretty voice cursing him and calling him names. How sweet it would be to hear other sounds coming out of that pretty little mouth. To hear cries of pleasure and whimpers of devotion.

And at that moment, Sukuna realizes that maybe he chose the wrong approach to all of this when he decided right in the beginning to treat his vessel with cruelty and mockery.

Maybe he should have done it differently. Maybe he should have helped the brat when he reached out to him with tears running down his face and desperation in his big golden eyes, begging him to save his friend. Maybe Sukuna should have healed that other boy. Maybe he should have bound Yuuji to him in more ways than just this soul connection. Maybe he should have made the boy love him.

It's too late for that now. Yuuji will never love him. But he doesn't have to. He will always belong to Sukuna, regardless. Sukuna doesn't even have to force him to become his. Yuuji is already Sukuna's and always will be. It's a fact. Just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

Whichever way you look at it, Yuuji was made for him. Made to offer this second life to Sukuna. And finally, Sukuna can see how precious this gift is that was handed to him.

He should have seen it sooner. Should have appreciated Yuuji sooner. But luckily, he can still change his ways. He can take care of what's his now. He can protect Yuuji and give him everything he needs. And maybe one day, if Sukuna is patient enough, Yuuji will grow to at least not despise him anymore.

Until then, Sukuna will find great amusement in Yuuji's passionate struggles. The King of Curses quite enjoys a little challenge. At least he won't get bored with that angry Prince by his side.

This time, after a thousand years, Sukuna won't be lonely on his throne.

Oh yes, he can see it clearly now. How they will rule this world together. Strong and beautiful and so terrifying. No one will ever dare call his Yuuji a thing again.

Thank you so much for reading! I got really angry when Kenjaku called Yuuji a thing, and it made me imagine how Sukuna would react. Would he see it as a personal insult? Would it maybe make him appreciate how perfect his vessel is? And that’s how this story idea was born. I hope you enjoyed it!! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

#sukuita #sukuna x yuuji #sukuna x itadori #jjk fanfic #sukuna #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna

[zombspidey]

intro ⋆ READ B4 INTERACTING ⌁

my name is ajax/reo (you can call me either of those names) my pronouns are he/xe i am a minor (i'm 4teen) and i used to be @spinnspidey, @radiospidey, @knifespidey, and @razorspidey (that was the more known one) but i got t worded (again…) to whoever got me t worded, block dnt report. thanks!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა yeah so heres my intro. i'm a little bit of a weirdo if i do say so myself and i'm heavily tumblr obsessed so yeah i'll be on here nd i'll probably post a lot ^^ i'll post whatever goes through my mind which might be bad so warning on that. i might show symptoms of mental illnesses and if i do then mb idk not really my problem… but heads up i WILL say shit that shows that im not doing great. please do not try to save me or smth. also im looking for friends so bmf i promise im nice. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT PROMOTE ANYTHING THAT I POST. I AM POSTING AS A WAY TO VENT.

more info + stats under the cut!!! (tw for talking about sh + ed. don't like, don't read.)

sh﹐tw . . . ⋆ i have been cvtting since 2022 ⋆ i have hit styro ⋆ only styro on my thighs ⋆ i am not allowed to cvt anymore (unfortunately) ⋆ i have cvt my thighs, arms, stomach, and neck ⋆ most scars on thighs + arms ⋆ mostly cat scratches ⋆ all scars have healed (or are almost done in the process of healing) ⋆ my parents found out so i can't do it for now… (⇀‸↼‶)

ed﹐tw . . . ⋆ i have always hated my body ⋆ started trying to lose weight january 2023 ⋆ started around december 2023 (probably before, like over the summer but idk…) ⋆ 160 cm (last time i measured myself at least..) ⋆ sw 57.6 kg (bmi 22.5) ⋆ hw 60 kg (bmi 23.4) ⋆ lw 50.3 kg (bmi 19.6) ⋆ cw 50.3 kg (bmi 19.6) [will update every morning] ⋆ gw 1 50 kg (bmi 19.5) ⋆ gw 2 45 kg (bmi 17.6) ⋆ gw 3 40 kg (bmi 15.6) ⋆ ugw <38 kg (bmi <14.8)

dni . . . ⋆ basic dni (idrc ngl, do what you want but don't report me thanks) ⋆ judgmental people ⋆ people who have mdni in their bio (i am a minor so??) ⋆ nsfw accounts (this means people who post/reblog nudes. if it's just text, it's fine) ⋆ overly sensitive people ⋆ people who aren't ok w dark topics/get uncomfortable by stuff like that (this is more for you than for me, i dont wanna make anyone upset) ⋆ people who get triggered by talking about sh, ⭐️ving, alcohol, etc… (yes i am aware that it's bad, no don't come to my dms with a savior complex telling me to get help. i'm trying to get help) ⋆ i block freely btw cuz ik a lot of ppl dont respect dni lists + theres people who are unavoidable at times…

byi . . . ⋆ if you interact with me, i might seem excited n stuff ⋆ i might sound like i'm flirting but i'm not (i have a partner and i love them) ⋆ i can make a lot of sex jokes ⋆ i am very immature ⋆ dnt try to "fix" me, i'll probably block you or ignore you ⋆ i'm a little unusual so yeah ⋆ dnt be scared to interact w me i luv talking to peopleヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ ⋆ i am not pro €d or $h i just post about it and my experience…

fandoms . . . ⋆ hypmic (hypnosis mic) ⋆ genshin impact ⋆ paralive (paradox live) ⋆ servamp ⋆ tougen anki ⋆ karneval ⋆ bsd (bungou stray dogs) ⋆ seraph of the end ⋆ litc (lost in the cloud) ⋆ kagerou daze ⋆ the case study of vanitas ⋆ pandora hearts ⋆ enstars (ensemble stars) (i am KIND OF a part of it because my ex filled me up on a lot of lore when we were together…) ⋆ pjsk (project sekai) ⋆ theres probably some others but i forgot…

interests . . . ⋆ vkei ⋆ scene ⋆ anything bloody ⋆ cannibalism (ooh edgy) ⋆ tortures ⋆ psychology ⋆ music (i listen to vkei, scene, metal, etc…) ⋆ vampires ⋆ fanfiction (mostly genshin but other stuff occassionally) ⋆ true crime (im not tcc) ⋆ rarepairs (mostly genshin) ⋆ bats ⋆ writing ⋆ books ⋆ etc… ⋆ btw if youre interested in any of these or are interested becoming friends PLEASEEE message me 🙏🙏😓 im looking for friends pleaseplwaseplease

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[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

seeing that they aren't that different, a middle ground started to form.

masterlist | previous , next !

–pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: kay so idk if i actually posted the last chapter as a photo post and it'd be so embarrassing if i did, but here's this mess of a chapter :') . fun fact, i also made a bunch of little doodles of drea hehe!! disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

“What the heck, Jaime?!” 

Milagro’s voice rang through his head, guilt slowly seeping into his stomach, his conscience reminding him that this was definitely not how he should’ve treated guests, or friends of his sister, in this case.

But she was no ordinary guest.

“Drea?” Jaime knocked as soon as he was out of his family’s view.

Clutter was all he heard from within the locked room, a frown appearing on his face as the water from the tap turned off instantly. In the next minute, Drea’s voice responded, muffled through the door.

“Yeah, uh, give me a minute.”

And so he waited, his back resting against the hallway until the click of the lock pulled him out of the trance, the male standing up straighter unconsciously.

“Sorry, you can use it now,” His guest muttered, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her.

His eyes widened at the faint red patch on Drea’s face and the paint was off, but a shade of pink remained. Simply, he assumed that she must’ve scrubbed a little too hard to remove the pigment from her tan skin. 

He felt strange with suddenly becoming so observant, but the shakiness in her voice was enough to give away how she was feeling. Her gaze was downcast, and her breathing slowed, her nails picking at the skin of her fingertips.

Before anything else was said, she began to walk away, and Jaime’s arm darted to her forearm, Drea’s eyes snapping up to meet his in fear and confusion. The remorse that rose in his stomach lurched into his throat, realising that he never wanted to be the cause of anyone’s fear… even for her.

“No, I just… I want to talk.”

He saw the hesitance in her eyes, and his hand dropped from her forearm instantly.

“Jaime, I’m not really in the mood–”

“I know that my behaviour towards you tonight has been extremely uncalled for, but I would really, really appreciate it if we could talk,” He interrupted, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Then I’m out of your hair when we’re done.”

Contemplating, she pursed her lips, teeth biting her cheeks in thought. After what felt like forever, she sighed in exhaustion, nodding reluctantly. 

“Okay, fine. But I prefer if we discuss it in private, I wouldn’t want to make your family uncomfortable with… whatever it is you want to talk about,” She huffed, her hand running through her ebony waves.

“If I get any sense that this conversation isn’t pleasant, and it’s just one more way for you to prove that I’m not welcome, I’m walking out.”

Quickly, Jaime nodded, hand darting to the back of his neck, scratching the nape nervously. 

“Yep… It’s fair enough,” He muttered before flicking his head in an unspecific direction. “Come on, I got a place for us to talk.”

For the voice to cause him all of this trouble, Khaji-Da was awfully silent throughout the entire interaction, watching Jaime clean up the mess the voice in his head caused with all the little doubts it stirred up.

Despite it all, Jaime was secretly thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the mess he almost caused to his sister’s friendship while silencing the alien’s voice simultaneously, and if anything, now would be the worst time for Khaji to step in.

He glanced back, seeing his neighbour stare at the darkened horizon in awe, her gaze fixated on the neon lights that came from the heart of the city. The corners of her mouth were upturned in the slightest that Jaime almost had to squint to spot it.

“The view you have here, it’s… wow.”

“Yeah, it’s something alright.”

A smile of his own grew, recalling all the times he would run up here when life got a little too tough. His mind darted to his late father, his throat closing up at the fondest of memories he shared, from the biggest of hugs, that were filled with pride and love, to his final heart-to-heart in the garden.

Quickly, Jaime cleared his throat, cutting everything off before it could spill over, like a glass filled to the brim with emotion. He turned to face Drea, the girl humming before sitting herself by his side.

“Uh… What’s up?” He asked a nervous smile on his face only to be replied with an expression that screamed ‘are-you-serious’ plastered across the woman’s face.

“Okay, that was actually pretty obvious,” Jaime sighed, Drea, crossing her legs as she shrugged.

“Just get to the point, Jaime.”

“Right.”

Taking in a deep breath, Jaime quickly exhaled, hands clasped as the woman across him rested her chin in her hand, elbow jutting into her thigh.

“You’re not human, are you?”

Instantly, she perked up, head leaving her hands and the panic in her eyes briefly returned before vanishing. A smile filled with false disbelief spread across her face, eyes suddenly unable to stay in contact with his.

“What? That’s insane, who told you that?”

“I know you’re lying,” Jaime let out softly. “Drea, I studied pre-law. I know when people are lying.”

His brows furrowed deeper, annoyance running through him as the alien in his head started to appear, suggesting various methods of torture to get a confession out of his neighbour. A grumble of annoyance escaped him as the said woman started up her ramble once more.

“And what does that have to do with anything? I mean that’s the most random thing I’ve ever heard. Me? Not being human? That’s… that’s wild–”

“Drea, I know you’re not human, and that’s because you saved me today!” Jaime snapped, and the frustration that bubbled within him finally exploded.

Silence replaced the once-tense atmosphere, and Drea’s eyes slowly morphed from confusion to a dawning of realisation. As the fact that he had practically revealed himself slowly began to hit, Jaime’s eyes widened in panic, waving his hands before him.

“I-I mean, of course, you would’ve saved me, I was in the city today,” A nervous smile grew on his lips.

“No way. By the time I got there, the streets were practically clear and a wreck, and the only person I saved was–”

“Blue Beetle,” Jaime sighed, a sly smile growing on his own. “But on the upside, I got a confession out of you.”

“Excuse me? You just revealed yourself to be Blue Beetle in front of me too!” 

Drea raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as Jaime froze up, hands rushing to slap the woman’s mouth shut. A hiss escaped him, eyes filled with worry. He glanced around left and right, glad to find that there was no one around.

“Don’t say it so loud– I admit it but just… quiet about it. Please?”

His eyes begged for mercy, hand still clasped over her mouth. Slowly she sighed, her own appendages wrapping around Jaime’s wrists. She pulled his hands away, passing a reassuring glance to the man.

“Jaime, it’s chill. I promise to not get you in trouble, but you gotta promise to do the same for me.”

Instantly, Drea lifted her finger up, her pinky hooking around Jaime’s. Initially frowning, Jaime soon interlocked pinkies and then nodded in agreement.

He glanced down at their joining point, the thumb of his hand brushing against the tiles of his roof. The stone tiles suddenly felt so cold against the warmth of her hands, and his hoodie just felt that little bit weaker against the cold of the night.

“A little cliché, but hey, whatever works for you,”

“Real classy, Jaime,” She huffed, pulling her hand away from his.

Instantly, he missed the warmth, the cold feeling much more severe than it did before they touched.

“You’re really warm,” He blurted, face flushing as soon as his mind processed what he’d said. “I mean, personality-wise. Definitely.”

“Spectacular rescue, Jaime,” He hissed in his mind, Khaji-Da’s silence feeling too loud for him to bear.

“Oh… okay, thanks, I guess,” She chuckled, her smile dropping briefly. “But I am warmer because one of my moms is a fire alien. You’re free to ask, just don’t blurt it out. Or I will hunt you down.”

He let out a laugh, a smile breaking out on his face, and it felt like his humour was contagious. Her smile slowly returned, joining him in their little duet of joy.

And there they sat for the next minute, wind ruffling their dark locks as they came to a mutual understanding, calm falling over their once-chaotic misunderstanding.

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[bonefall]

just read that briarlight from your rewrite doesn't only have her thing with Millie and her inappropriate behaviour (at least from what I got) BUT also has strained relationship with graystripe,which I think is interesting concept 👀 could we get more detail on that ?

Sure thing! I don't plan to completely eliminate Millie's inappropriate behavior, but her abelism is treated as abelism by the narrative.

Graystripe is not allowed to get off blameless here; he should have protected his daughter. But he didn't. Briarlight has complicated feelings towards the fact that her dad didn't help her when she really needed him.

I actually really like Graystripe as a character so this matters a lot to me; the narrative treats him like he's a perfect being when he's an extremely complex guy. Graystripe does what he wants to do, and is a passionate and loyal person, but how would he decide between telling his mate to back off, and protecting his daughter?

I don't think he can decide. Siding with one could mean losing the other, and after what he's lost, he can't do that. So instead he does nothing, trying to play 'Both Sides', and just ends up alienating both.

Briarlight

Around the time of Bramblestar's Storm, ThunderClan is working on a better mobility device for her that will allow her to get out of camp, on more types of uneven terrain. I plan for Jessie to actually be the one who finally figures this out, a proper kitty cat genius of engineering, using that blanket they salvaged to help prevent chafing.

Here is a mouse drawing in paint lmao, it is a modified version of @cryptidclaw's Briarlight design, which I asked for their permission to use!

[ID: A drawing of a paraplegic cat, Briarlight, from Warrior Cats. She has a furry 'mullet' mane and a mobility device in three colors. There are green rings around the neck, hips, tail and back legs labelled 1, a blue blanket stretched over the belly labelled 2, and a red bark sled under the immobile legs marked 3]

The rings are made of twine of some sort, with the blanket sewn into the ones on the neck and legs, with the ones on the hips looping around the sides of the bark sled

The blanket prevents thorns and rocks from scratching her body; very important because if they were caught under her legs, she would not feel the pain to know it needs to be removed else cause infection

The bark sled is the only part that touches the ground, to prevent wear to the blanket and prevent it from getting ripped up too quickly. (oops I drew it too short lmao it should reach as far back as the paw)

This version is an improved model of the one that Wildfur used and made the entire TNP journey with; his would look very similar to Cryptidclaw's initial design (For the record it is the best mobility device for a paraplegic warrior I'd ever seen and they deserve a ton of credit here, I just improved some technical aspects of their design!)

ANYWAY back to discussion of abelism

So around this time, Briarlight finally sets a hard boundary with Millie. Her mom can't respect her, makes her feel horrible about herself, can't appreciate this incredible new mobility device, so finally Briar says, "Do not talk to me until you understand that my life isn't a tragedy!"

I think this actually does make Millie reconsider what she's been saying and doing to her kids, but fixing the relationship from this point is slow and gradual. Graystripe also gets caught in this; I'm thinking it was a sort of, "honey please speak to your mother," "Dad if you keep that up you're getting cut off too" situation.

Thankfully there's going to be plenty of time to do it since I'm not letting Briarlight die in AVoS. She survives AT LEAST until TBC, where her outspokenness against Bramblefake is going to put her in danger.

#Abelism #TW abelism #Briarlight #Bonefall Rewrite #Bonefall OotS #Bonefall AVoS #art #design #mobility device #Millie #Graystripe

[honeyhotteoks]

hi!! considering it’s such a huge topic in chapter 12 and in the bonus chapter, what would have happened if minseok had been successful at forcefully claiming her?

hi!! great question and i'd love to get into it - all about claims/bonds and answers to those answers under the cut!

okay so i'm not sure how much a/b/o you've read personally, but i'm going to talk about claims/bonds/etc. all in all, so if you already know a lot of this please forgive me. i know i have a lot of readers who have never read a/b/o before, so this is also geared towards them.

the idea of claims and bonds vary from a/b/o fic to fic, so there aren't any hard rules here, but my personal interpretation is included below. if you disagree or like it written a different way that's totally fine, there's a million ways to write a/b/o and only some general principles that carry through them all.

for me, a claim is when an alpha "enacts a claim" / bites the mating gland of an omega. all of the scenting and sensuality around the neck and the glands is kind of a lead up to what nature and their designations are pushing them towards, an actual bite. Also, just to be clear, playful biting or marking is not a claim (like what Mingi did during heat) - a claim is actually breaking the skin, drawing blood, and physically marking/scarring the gland, along with the alphas INTENT to claim. it's a truly primal moment (usually done during a heat, and you may see in some fics that it's only possible to claim during heat.... but this makes no biological sense to me so i throw that away lol)... but the point is to essentially take that omega as theirs into the pack.

as an aside, alphas can claim betas, other alphas, etc, the pack members can claim each other, it can be a free for all (depending on the author) - and in some really set up pack dynamics fics you would have a head alpha that claims other alphas "under" them. this is all getting too in the weeds, but essentially, people be biting each other and getting married.

in a scenario in which you want that, or it's a positive match between alpha/omega etc., it feels good. it's a culmination of this big need and want, and omegas gain the safety and security of an alpha, and it's also just a sign of love and commitment. think of it like a marriage but x1000 because you can't really get rid of a claim. it's more of a soulmate situation.

in some fics, certainly in mine, the omega needs to claim the alpha back, creating a bond. in a fulfilled bond where two partners (or more) are bonded together, everything is intensified. not only does the whole world know you're off the market so to speak, within the bond there are shared emotions, physical sensations, and while i don't subscribe to shared thoughts... some fics will have that.

now with all that in mind.... the idea of a forced claim should seem pretty awful. the reason why our boys reacted the way they did to minseok's claim attempt and the reason why it's so traumatic for reader is that.... there's no going back. forcing a claim isn't just illegal, it's immoral, unethical, and cruel.

when the person being claimed doesn't want to accept it, but it's forced on them, they just have to live being tethered to this person. you can think of it like an abusive relationship that's hard to leave. and while it alone doesn't make you a brainless slave, if an alpha is willing to force a claim and use their tone to force submission like minseok did, you can bet they're the type of alpha who would use that power at any time. it becomes a "do as i say" relationship that would whittle away the omega's ability to be their own person. while i don't like writing something quite that painful, you can imagine all the trauma that would come with that, physically and emotionally.

i'll get into the legality of this a little later in the fic, but just so we're all on the same page.... what minseok did is deeply illegal. in my more modern universe, omegas are no longer second class citizens, but they definitely used to be years ago, and there are some old-school types who think things should go back to the way they were. for me as a writer, it's a much more engaging way to talk about women's rights issues while still being a fun fantasy setting.

the last thing to note is that when an omega is unbonded / unclaimed.... they're not as safe as they should be in the world, because shitty alphas exist. alphas respect the claim of another alpha, and that's been referenced throughout the fic. minseok really waited it out before he moved in on reader, but that's largely because for quite some time she was carrying the scent of yunho, mingi, or seonghwa.... he was being lowkey respectful to those alphas because he thought maybe there was some level of dating here / intent to claim by another alpha. but when that eventually wears off and when he sees that reader isn't in fact someone else's, he does what he does, completely disregarding reader's agency to say no.

i hope that helps clarify a little bit more about why emotions are so high with everyone and really what the stakes are here.... i'll definitely be bringing up some more about this later in the fic, but hopefully this makes sense.

feel free to ask any other questions you have! i love talking about this stuff :)

#answered anon #tnt ask

[justanamesstuff]

feeling angsty lately, what if reader is having low self steem and slowly she changes her habits or clothes, until matty notices and brings the topic

Uff this hits too close to home 😅

Warning: low self-esteem, intrusive thoughts, fuck society.

"Going to take a shower before we head out, Matty." you inform him.

Matty has all his focus on his phone, reading some article he just mentioned...laughing about how absurd it is. You hear his quiet 'aha' walking upstairs.

You turn the knob, the water falling and hitting the bathtub, meanwhile you get naked in front of the mirror. Your eyes tracing every body part.

The scrutiny is harsh. You hate the reflection, you hate how your skin looks dry...how your stretch marks are showing every day a bit more and all around. The intrusive thought repeating 'should've exercised more'...'what does Matty see in me?' 'he's probably disgusted'. You can't stop butchering your self-worth, until a sound downstairs startles you....going to shut the thoughts under the water.

***

Weeks go by before Matty starts to put the pieces together. You wear long sleeves and baggy clothes, so they can swallow your form. He also notices you don't want to get naked in front of him any more, but he tries to downplay it as you being tired or stressed with work.

Although everything finally makes sense for him, when after coming home early he founds you inside your shared bedroom staring at your self...your face full of disgust looking at every part of you he adores.

"Hi, love."

Matty watches her eyes widen through the mirror, before Y/n quickly reaches for a towel to shield her body from him. His heart breaking.

"Hello."

"Everything alright?" he keeps his distance.

"Yeah...yeah..." she doesn't make eye contact, too embarrassed. "I'll- I'm going to get change. I'm-"

"Y/n?" Matty cuts her, she can't help but look at him like a deer spooked by headlights. "What's going on?"

She holds the towel close as if her life depends on it. "What do you mean?"

"Baby, please." he begs, taking one step closer.

"I- I'm sorry." when tears pool around her eyes, Matty doesn't wait a second to round her with his arms.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Y/n cries into his shoulder.

"Please talk to me so I can help."

You take a step backwards, staring at him. "What do you see in me?"

"Y/n?" Matty looks between your eyes, looking for answers.

"I...You can do so much better than me."

"Baby, no."

"Yes!" she shouts. "Look at me, I'm fucking horrible...and I keep pretending I'm enough for you when I'm clearly not..."

He waits until you finishes, giving you the space to speak freely. Matty hears you huff.

"That's all?" your heart freezing thinking he's not interested about your true feelings.

"I- Yes! I don't know."

For a few minutes, you two stand close, looking into each other's eyes.

"Can you drop the towel, baby?" he suddenly asks.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

You do. The air inside his lungs getting stucked, his veins pumping rapidly...even though Matty tries to keep the composure, this is about you, not him.

"Turn about, Y/n."

The mirror is behind you. Looking at your body again, in front of his eyes, is not something you want to do at the moment.

"Matty."

"Please."

You obey his order, feeling how his clothed chest comes in contact with your back. Matty's arms rounding you, closer but not in contact with your skin.

"Tell me what you see..."

The air is lacking around you. All you can sense is his presence and his hands closer.

"I-" you stutter. "My hips are very wide."

You wait for Matty, but his only response is a quiet 'mhm' encouraging you to continue. His hands founding a home on the place you mentioned, and chin resting on your shoulder.

"I hate the stretch marks because there's anything I can do to get rid of them..."

You keep going and going about the stuff you hate. Matty's eyes following every spot you name without saying more words.

When you finish the list of things you hate about yourself, Matty attaches his lips to your neck and his hands roam around your stomach. Your body coming to life, your body heat rising.

"Matty." you breathe out.

"I know there aren't enough words I can say to make you see how beautiful you are, Y/n." Matty whispers, the air coming from his mouth caressing your skin. "But if me repeating them every single day of our life can slightly convince you of how breathtaking you're, I'll not hesitate, my love. You're not only drop-dead gorgeous...you're my soulmate, Y/n. You're the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with...soul and body. Even when our skin wrinkles, because time passes and our bodies can't fight that, I'll spend hours touching you, loving you, Y/n."

Your head fells forward, feeling tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry." you tell him.

Matty softly lifts your head, touching your chin with two of his fingers. His eyes burning yours through the reflection.

"I understand, Y/n. Sometimes this happens to me-" you shake your head. "Yes. But that's normal...I hope next time this happens, you don't hide from me, baby. I want to help you if I can...I want to show you how much I adore you...would you let me do that?"

"Yes."

"Come on, baby." Matty says, taking your hand and guiding you towards your bed.

#concepts today #THANKSSS #this made me emo lol

[magicschmidt]

LIVE DEMO

mike schmidt x fem!reader gif creds: klausbens a mix of pure fluff + antagonizing pining ՞• ཅ •՞ bleh!

this came to me right when i had to go to sleep. i did not go to sleep.

have this that's so raven girl next door vision of becoming abby's diligent babysitter who refuses to take the title of her favorite - even if the schmidt household is breaking your own charts - BUT ALSO mike's daytime college passenger princess who gets dropped off after abby has - positive this is the least he can do while he hasn't paid you + that he's up to ALL good getting to know who abby never shuts up about, right?

your free ride is actually mike's test run on you - your live demo.

PLEASE READ UNDER THE CUT & SCREAM WITH ME please 😥 im begging you 😓

whatever the boymath, you don't turn him or your guys' world record coffee runs down. it's convenient! caffeine is inevitable for you both: him to steer the wheel as high-alert as can be, & you who lies through her teeth about the couch being cozy - mike wants to make up for the neck pain by painfully obviously sliding the barista an extra to double-shot your cup, but you swat at his arm and claim the gas he's using on you is more than enough - ways ahead that pizzeria of his.

oh, in addition to their television as background asmr teensily tinily running up the electricity bill.

you've never been, but whenever you do zoom past freddy fazbear's, you make it a point to ask what was up that shift, and by that i mean squeeze absolutely everything you can out of him.

you don't take 'uh... it was interesting' for an answer, it leaves too much to the imagination - sometimes its begging mike to do his best impression of a very hallucinatory?? very sinister?? balloon boy laugh which you echo, and he pretends to find chilling - or bombarding him with unserious ass questions like 'did that ominous cupcake gnaw at the iron bars of the vent again yesterday/today?'

you throw all time expressions out there, having lost track of it when you're with him anyway.

mike racks - ransack's his brain for when you've gotten so curious. why he can't let the yawning do the talking instead. or music you both hate. why he's so bothered by your persistence, but not in a bad way. he used to guess it was fair game you wanted to get to know him too. he likes that you always, always seem to be having fun with both him and abby, despite the inconsistency of your payroll.

now, the change from interviewer to interviewee is just common sense - just a touch more rare to you. he appreciates you.

& don't even try lying to yourself; you wake up in the morning for mike's reactions. you tuck abby in bed like your life depends on it, improv story-telling your heart out with her sticky-note flipbook per her request; it's a team effort.

with her turn up first, abby usually sits at the backseat with her headphones on and music off to take note of the dopey looks you guys exchange. she thinks 'it's too early for this', and not in the 'non-morning person night owl' way, but to nag at herself to 'stop already shipping y/n with mike they don't know e/o that well yet!!!!!!' way.

it is almost as if getting the worst night's rest ever on the thinnest cushions even earlier compels the sun to rise and shine faster;

you fucking grind!

once your university not finally and moreso unfavorably comes into view, you touch up in your side's visor mirror. mike takes this as his cue to sneak what he counts as glances through the car's, and shockingly, you never catch on that he can't get enough of doing so - his attention divided with students scattered and stupidly j-walking outside.

your live demo has gotten a bit out of hand.

is mike kidding himself?

you are too presentable.

there isn't a need to babysit with mike there, snoring appropriate in position of cheery radio hosts. you don't need to remind abby if she brought her crayons after coloring with you all night the night before, or loan her your airpods when her headphones die.

this is overtime. you're just about hanging out on a time crunch.

you're beside him, barely awake but busying yourself with a tangled id lace. mike grounds himself, reminded your whereabouts was compensation enough.

that relief is temporary when you briefly flash him a sheepish smile, breaking it with a yawn and a nose scrunch for unintentional added measure.

you're overqualified, and a month's actual pay can't cover this! if this goes on, can he just sit idly by and allow you to take the bus home? the red alarms go off in his head.

mike is so screwed.

he scoffs when you flip the mirror up - what's light-hearted mockery to you fixing your hair up is him letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

he stares and yet, he never remembers to trace your features.

everytime mike looks at you, it is the first time; whether it's from the corners of his eyes with most of them on the road, or even the other way around on days he would morph everything else into a blind spot. he'd willingly run over a professor for seconds; in hopes its the one teaching you at ass o'clock & you'd maybe get a free hour to tail him to the station for probation and twirl a telephone cord in your fingers with a glass panel between you two just so you're face-to-face.

if luck strikes him, vanessa would be on perimeter, and you'd sit as you are right now but in her police car all together. mike, of course, sticks to the former, focusing so that none of you have to get in trouble. those are just thoughts that keep him up at ... well, noon, when he gets home.

so give him a break!

when he hazards infront of the main entrance after multiple repeats that you could walk there from the gate - he genuinely wishes you a day much much better than his shift, which you always giggle at.

you know today's already been granted when your back is off the seat, but your butt isn't!

this accidentally prompts mike to unbuckle your belt for you. his arm is not reached over across you in some cheesy romcom meetcute for one, because his car is actually practical and has the buckles and latch plates in the middle.

but your head whips to thank him a little too quick - you end up bumping foreheads.

you unapologetically giggle again, to which he groans an 'ow', and a sly 'what? want me to step out and grab the door for you too?' all while that damn seat belt on your shoulder is replaced with the strap of your tote bag - courtesy of mike slinging it back on for you.

your eyes twinkle with mischief; at how this kinda proximity isn't forced, but natural.

the tint on mike's car does not save for how flushed you are.

his tongue dances with a follow-up question to take you right there as well as out on a date, but for now a smile plays on his lips.

"jeez, i got it this time!"

you yell, and you're rushing off with your heart fluttering out of your chest.

mike just rolls his eyes when you manage to leave your door behind wide open - the cherry on top of the lack of sleep-induced ditziness, but just as he's about to do your single duty as passenger princess?

you come back to gingerly give him a kiss on his cheek.

"a tip as my chauffeur! be grateful i didn't fire you for getting out before me! i'll let it slide just this one-hundredth time!"

of course by tip you mean* payback* for what you are only now realizing are growing feelings for your new knight in airbagged armor - and you're off for real.

mike could care less what you mean though, now that he knows you voicelessly wished him the same thing. aren't you just the showcase of grace?

no way in hell mike has it in him to chat you up to the neighbors now. it's time padlocks get a price hike! and maybe you a promotion to girlfriend ... if you'll accept him?

... it's safe to say he has to avail more of your services 😵��💫

bonus: mike's a puddle of a man in his seat, and the honks from the line that has formed behind him are music to his ears - if a puddle had any?? what an odd way to loudly encourage him to get a 'honk if you love love' bumper sticker 🤭

a/n:

YES we r on Christmas Break but as a college girly, abby isn't the only one who needs bedtime stories to knock tf out ... my go-to scenario @ specifically 6 AM was to imagine PINING, yea ewww

yearning

or worse yet: admit we r head over heels for our fictional cute neighbor whose favors never run out. they aren't even ones he asks us for, we just go the extra mile which cld srsly fit better on our resumes - to which he somehow returns tenfold - & no one feels like they acc owe each other, we just all-around GAIN A 2ND CONSCIOUSNESS IN THIS 1 CAR RIDE that we ARE IN FACT crushing on e/o VVV unprofessionally! just went in the direction we simultaneously literally + friendship-wise got so close all of a sudden!

AGAIN i wrote sleep-deprived for the ULTRA HD 4K STINGY YOUTUBE PREMIUM EXPERIENCE so clearly the act of 0 proof-reading has been perfected! feel free to point typos out - out typos ?!?!?!? whatevs so we can laugh @ them TOGETHERRRR & i wish you the polar opposite rest u had in this ficlet! great GREAT night everyoneeeee! 💤

#SPOT LINES I STOLE FROM THE MOVIE HEHE! #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson fanfic #five nights at freddy's #fnaf

[ask-the-crimson-king]

The Erebus Short Story

And no, it's not Child of Chaos.

This is "Visage" by Rich McCormick, the advent short story that got released earlier this month.

Welcome to my lore post/review of it. Spoilers are under the Read More.

I will say I do think this is a worthwhile read. For the basic premise, it focuses on Erebus in the aftermath of his face being skinned off in Fear to Tread by Horus, a piece of lore I never thought would get any explanation other than "he's Erebus, how do you think he got his face back?". I won't give much detail other than that, so if you're interested in learning how it was done, give it a read.

I'm going to dig a bit deeper into the story itself, so as said before, spoilers under the cut. This post also became huge because of the quotes, so I apologize.

Hello and welcome everyone who has either read this or don't care to and would like to read my ramblings on the story.

This is not going to be super concise or may not even make a lot of sense; this is mainly going to be me going over the passages I found interesting and talking about them.

First off, this scene;

‘My… lord…’ the chirurgeon managed through a constricted windpipe. ‘I am pleased… to see you have stabilised.’ He squawked – an attempt at a breath – as his face reddened to the colour of the XVII Legion’s armour. ‘Please… rest… that we may begin the process of repairing your wounds.’

Erebus’ lipless mouth was locked in a rictus grin, as if he found the situation perversely amusing.

‘No time,’ the Dark Apostle said, tendons in his cheeks visible as they worked his mouth and tongue. ‘The athame leaves its mark on those it touches.’ He raised the dagger, still clutched in his left hand, its edge hissing gently even now with its master’s own blood. ‘It is simple, chirurgeon. I need a new face,’ Erebus said, as he pulled the man closer to the ruined mask of his own. The chirurgeon could smell the Dark Apostle’s breath, hot and rancid, even over the metallic stench of blood. ‘I will take yours,’ Erebus growled.

‘But, my lord,’ the chirurgeon stammered, falling backwards as Erebus loosened his grip on his neck. He rubbed at his throat, his voice still hoarse. ‘I fear such a procedure would kill me.’

‘Then you must give thanks to the gods directly,’ Erebus said conversationally to the cowering man as he sat up on the stone slab. ‘That your sacrifice may be in my name.’

This initially caught me a bit off guard. My gut reaction was "uh. Hey, Erebus? Don't you have sorcery or something to put your face back on? Also, this is just a human. Isn't this face, y'know, not going to fit your skull??"

And luckily for me, all of these questions get answered.

Erebus examined it. It lacked the full range of intricate tattoos that had decorated his own face, but he could address that later. He could feel the athame’s effects coursing through his body: a grave-cold touch flash-freezing nerve endings as it slowly severed his physical connection to reality.

The mutilation was symbolic, as well as agonising. Stripped of his face, he was stripped also of its web of warding tattoos. Between the athame’s wounds and the constant attention of the Neverborn that he attracted, Erebus knew enough of the diabolic to understand that waiting much longer without those wards would put his life in jeopardy.

This solution would not last – a mortal’s face was not only physically smaller than a Space Marine’s, but also lacked the dense web of blood vessels – but Erebus had ensured that his acolytes were all marked with the same basic warding tattoos as he had been. The face would buy him the time to craft a more fitting solution. Perhaps he could even coerce Fabius to help him, he thought; the Chief Apothecary of the III was a skilled fleshcrafter.

First off, warding tattoos. That's cool. Also gives a bit more purpose than "this is done when one is devoted to the gods/their faith", which I also enjoy, especially because it's just more practicality. I'll definitely be incorporating that into my own lore with my Word Bearers lads moving forward.

Also, what better wards than ones literally etched into your flesh? That's metal as fuck.

Second off, hey, even Erebus acknowledges the face is too small and probably incompatible! And also he thinks about approaching Fabius again which probably would never go well for him. I don't know if he still has the leverage he thought he had now that Horus openly disgraced him. If I remember correctly, the leverage he used against Fabius in Fear to Tread was basically "I'll tell the other Legions you've been experimenting with them, too" and genuinely I don't think Erebus will be listened to by anyone at this point. Lorgar was basically done with him from the first minute he shows up in Betrayer, Horus literally flayed his face off, I think he's fallen from grace here.

And also Fabius is Fabius. I don't think he'd put Erebus's face back on unless there was a really good deal for him or truly at all as a means of

But then we get this, which is both comedic and a bit ridiculous:

For a moment, as the last needle left his body, there was no pain. Erebus allowed his hand to move to his new face, and touched its skin. It was too tight, already splitting along lines of pressure, the capillaries and blood vessels strained to bursting. Erebus smiled, or tried to; his new lips could not move.

‘Behold,’ he said. ‘The new face of your–’

Erebus screamed as his face caught fire. Black flame sparked under the new skin, turning fat and flesh to ash in an instant, a total rejection of the unwilling donor’s gift. The Dark Apostle clawed at his skull, tearing stitches and skin alike as he fought to free himself from the torture.

‘Too late!’ Erebus howled, and he ran from the agony, springing from the stone slab and staggering out of the apothecarion, still scraping with wild fingers at his flaming skull.

It's just funny. The flayed face literally bursts into flames. I don't have much other commentary other than this is ridiculous and hilarious and feels completely on-brand for Erebus. I cannot explain why. This genuinely made me laugh out loud when I read it.

He cannot smile. He can barely speak. He tries to say "behold the new face of your master" or something along those lines and it immediately catches on fire. That's hilarious. Amazing.

Afterwards, he plunges his face into a vat of old and congealed blood from Legionnaires at Isstvan [because of course it's taken from Isstvan, everything will be taken from Isstvan because Isstvan is important. Remember that from now into infinity. Black Library certainly wants you to] and then we get the Blessings of the Gods Any% Speedrun WR attempt as set by Erebus.

Now, I will say before I start yoinking a few more passages, I do not know how to fully feel about this entire thing. On the one hand, I do very much enjoy some of the descriptions used, as I will highlight, but on the other...

The first portion with him dealing with the Lord of Change [assumedly] was something that I liked. Not just because I do very much enjoy Tzeentch, but mainly due to a few key descriptions:

‘Then lend me your eyes,’ Erebus asked.

No, a million voices said. They screamed it and shouted it, bellowed it and whispered it, laughed it and sneered it and spat it.

All except one. Small, quiet, almost imperceptible in the cacophony of its peers, it spoke a different word.

Yes, it said.

If he had a face, Erebus’ mouth would have slid into a predator’s smile.

‘See, daemon? There is always another path,’ he said.

[. . .]

A bird, flying impossibly through the void, so small, so fragile against the infinite black. It beat its wings to escape, but Erebus knew the realm of daemons better than any other alive, and he caught it easily. He cradled it in his tattooed hands. It was tiny in his grasp, like a child’s toy, and he could feel its heartbeat: an irregular rhythm that was never the same twice. The bird looked at him with eyes like gemstones, one the purest blue, the other topaz yellow.

A name.

‘Your kind cannot resist sharing your knowledge,’ Erebus said. ‘So you hide it, somewhere small, somewhere hard to find.’ He stroked the bird’s plumage with his thumb. ‘But I am very good at finding things that others cannot, and I am very patient. I also know the most important question to ask.’

He asked that question now, and held the bird to his ear, to hear its answer. It spoke a single word with a single voice, as quiet as a wish.

Erebus would have smiled, had he possessed lips. Instead, with a skull’s rictus grin, he snapped the bird’s neck with two fingers, and spoke the word it had told him.

I love this description. I love the frailty of the tiny bird, I love the instance of "quiet as a wish", I love how Erebus calls out the daemon for wanting to spread information, it's wonderful. I love all of the above.

What I don't really like is that the majority of this Tzeentchian venturing has been done before. Winged Astartes through a daemon realm? Mephiston did that on Sortiarius in City of Light. The many paths thing? I think there's been at least five or six different instances of that happening. And while I do like how Erebus is presented as being a bit more savvy than others would be -- actively saying "No, I'm not choosing a path cause that damns me" -- he then kinda goes back on this?

‘You seek to contain me in a trap of my own making. I know this trick, daemon. I have walked such paths many times before, with others of your kind,’ Erebus said.

No trick, the voices chorused in return. A path to what might be – a path to what has come. We can show you the possibilities, but you must make the choice. You are the instrument.

‘Entertain me, then. How will I play your game?’ Erebus asked.

This is just weird. Why include this if he's immediately going to just... go along with what the daemon wants anyway?? To show the reader "oh he's done this before"? Maybe I'm nit-picking here, but I do consider myself a Tzeentchian connoisseur when it comes to 40k lore, and I would've liked to see something a bit different to just "walk the paths of fate, ooOoOOo" yet again. It feels a bit one-trick and, ironically enough, pigeon-holed.

I think what I would've liked to see would maybe be Erebus thrown into a facsimile of a library on Colchis, probably one of Vharadesh's archives if we want to keep the whole "your first choices were here" thing going on. Have him peruse the volumes and dig for the answers he seeks that way. It's something more associated with the Thousand Sons, but I think it could work as a better motif than the exhaustively used "walk the paths of fate and see how you failed ooga booga".

Again, might be nit-pickish, but I like Tzeentch content. And I don't hate all of this section, I do enjoy the descriptions as mentioned before. I also think the library or archive would work better since Erebus is calling out the daemon for some part of itself always wanting to share that secretive knowledge.

SOMETHING. I like playing to the knowledge aspect of Tzeentch, and I'd like to see it used outside the Thousand Sons for once.

I've gone on long enough about this, so I'm going to move on.

From Tzeentch to Khorne as Erebus comes face-to-face with a massive Bloodthirster guarding countless skulls on Terra. I don't have a lot of notes on this other than the Bloodthirster reads a lot like one of my player's character from a Black Crusade game I ran and that felt funny to me.

Also, brief aside, from basically here-on Erebus is constantly referred to as "the instrument" and due to me being strange and having internet brainrot at times, I keep associating it with the TOOL from Petscop. If you know you know.

Another aside, Erebus is completely naked in the scene for reasons that I don't really get. Maybe to show he is vulnerable? Is this a subversion of the armored warrior thing? Is it to get Erebus to admit he is vulnerable in the face of this massive daemon? It's probably something along those lines. I found it an interesting enough detail to log in my mind as he talks with the beast and eventually gets its name. I don't have much else to really say, Khorne stuff isn't my forte.

Now, I will comment before continuing; on my first read through, I thought this was not only filling in the gap of "how did Erebus get his face back?", but also filling the gap of "who are the four princes/greater daemons he summons to use against Erda in Warhawk?". I'm still 30/70 on whether these daemons are the very same, but leaning more on the "probably not, it's just a coincidence" side.

Still an interesting thought.

Okay. To preface what is next, it's time for Slaanesh. From the heavy handed, "I know many secrets", it's probably a Keeper of Secrets in the form of a snake. Hurray for fellow snake enthusiasts everywhere.

I have a lot of thoughts over the following scene, which I will try to articulate as well as I can. Due to the length of it, I'm going to showcase it in screenshots instead, with appropriate image descriptions attached.

There's a lot to go through. First of all, Erebus is told all men desire and then gets shown Horus.

That is simply funny. Erebus does like the Warmaster. But I don't buy his "he's chosen by the Pantheon so I trust him as their champion" thing. I don't think that's the true reason why he doesn't strike here. For one, he knows this is an obvious test of wills and limits, and he knows that he can't fail it or else he's probably done for. For two, if we take all that he is into account, Erebus isn't really... super into power grabs for himself. He likes to play the role of manipulator, he likes to pluck off the limbs of scorpions until he gets stung. That's how I've been reading him, anyway. He still absolutely wants power, but he knows how to get it without necessarily centering everything on him, if that makes any sense.

He says it in "Child of Chaos", how everyone will eventually turn back to him again. He KNOWS people will still need him and his abilities and expertise and that they'll always come back eventually. He'll always have a seat of power that is greater and grander than many others, they just won't know it because he knows how to veil it in the glories of another.

No idea if that made any sense, but there's more to this scene I want to unpack.

I do like the detail of Erebus's new eyes also assisting him in clearing his head. The athame -- or really the daemon -- is trying to push him to get vengeance for all the humiliation Erebus has suffered, but the eyes he received from his time with the Tzeentchian daemon helps him to see things more clearly. I like that a lot. Using the gifts of the others to better survive the next trial ahead.

I also like how Horus just completely goes for the throat with Erebus. It speaks to all his assumed insecurities, that Horus never needed him, that he's so far beneath the true chosen of the Pantheon, etc. etc. I can't really tell if these are genuine insecurities for Erebus or whether this is just the daemon assuming they are, much like we the reader may. I think Erebus is a bit more assured than this, but we don't really get much of a peak behind the curtain to how he's really thinking or feeling. I do think this is a deliberate writing choice, however, so I won't knock on it too much. Would I have liked to see a bit more of what he was feeling in this moment? Sure, but Erebus as a character would never show that. Leaving one guessing is the best outcome for him.

Afterwards, Erebus shuns a gift of some weird... blood? in a cup, grabs the serpent, gets the name and obtains a tongue. We also are given this description:

‘I grant you my tongue, that you may savour this gift,’ the serpent whispered, euphoria in its voice. Erebus felt the organ flick against his ear, the softest touch of breath on skin.

And the mental image of a pink snake going blelele against Erebus's cheek is adorable. Also, "the organ". I don't know why but that made this all the more funny.

Moving past the snake, we come to the last of the Big Four, Nurgle. And this is the one place that surprisingly almost overwhelms the Hand of Destiny.

But how? You may be asking. Well, dear reader, it is through a most enticing luxury few others can afford:

‘Lost, are you?’ the helmswoman asked. ‘It’s easy to get lost out here, traveller. Come with me, I can give you a place to rest.’

Her voice was warm and comforting, at odds with her appearance, and he found himself drawn to it.

‘This place is my test,’ Erebus said.

‘Hush now, traveller. You must be tired. You have come such a long way.’

[. . .]

 a cabin that rose from the swamp on teetering wooden stilts. Its interior was damp, and clumps of quivering moss could be found clinging to several surfaces, but Erebus found it strangely comfortable. He decided he would heed the woman, and rest a while before continuing his travels, and he took residence in a spare room with a cot that seemed uniquely designed for his proportions. He fell asleep quickly.

When he awoke, the woman was in his room. Her skin was pockmarked with sores that wept a thin yellow liquid.

‘Did you rest well?’ she asked in her warm voice.

‘I did,’ Erebus said, and he meant it. His sleep had been so deep, so pure, that it had cleansed his mind of his previous trials, wiping it clean of pain, of anger, of impetus. So deep that he found it difficult to recall how he had arrived in this place. ‘I came here for a purpose,’ he said slowly.

‘It cannot have been important, if you have forgotten it,’ the woman said, a wide smile spreading across her bleeding lips. ‘Come, drink,’ she said, and offered a wooden bowl of viscous liquid. Erebus accepted the bowl without question, and tipped its contents down his throat. The liquid was as warming as the woman’s voice, and he felt his concerns slide away as its effects reached his limbs.

It's the power of a very good nap and a homemade meal. And he stays here for a very long time. He just naps and rests and is given good hearty Nurgly stew.

I very much enjoy this depiction of Nurgle. This could've easily been a "walk through the Gardens, become wracked with pain that the Grandfather can alleviate" or something, but instead it takes the comforting aspect of the Grandfather's influence and really goes a very good job portraying it.

And yet Tzeentch got the cliche "walk through the paths of your failures past and future" no I am not going to be spiteful and petty I am NOT biased I promise [lies].

What eventually breaks him out of this state is his hunting trips -- he goes out to find food for him to eat, having forgotten what else he needed to do. He gets told to stop his hunting and to just let go, and after he awakens from sleep yet again, his companion is missing. So he decides to go through the kitchen, and eventually finds his face:

He was prepared to return to his cot, when he caught sight of a red mess of a shape in the reflective copper surface of a saucepan hung from a hook on the wall. As he moved, it moved, and he realised that it was his own face. His face, mauled and mutilated, maimed and disfigured.

He saw the Warmaster, his talons red with transhuman blood, and the contentment that filled his soul dissipated. It was replaced by a cold fury.

The woman returned a moment later, a crop of mushrooms clutched between her fingers. Erebus manoeuvred his bulk to bar her way.

‘You cannot hold me here, daemon,’ he thundered, staring into her milky eyes.

‘I do not hold you here,’ she said, her voice as clear as ever. ‘You may leave, if you have somewhere else to go.’

‘You think that I will forget my calling? I am Erebus – the Dark Apostle, the instrument of the gods.’

‘Names are meaningless,’ the woman said. ‘Death carries names beyond remembrance, and death conquers all.’

Erebus then makes an attempt to kill her, but this being the realm of Nurgle [and also the warp], such thing is meaningless. But he's gotten his clarity back. He's not a nameless traveller staying with a decaying granny in a swamp, he's Erebus again.

Mostly. He does offer to try and help her, if he is here for all eternity, and she tells him of a rare plant on the edge of the swamp. Of course, Erebus has trouble finding it without a nose, so he asks for one and is granted it.

Which then leads to a scene that I found funny for all the wrong reasons:

Under moss and dirt, beneath dead leaves and dying wood, Erebus uncovered a well.

It was built from bricks, their edges rounded with age, and he wasn’t sure if it was still functional, but as he slid the metal covering back, he saw the reflection of his mutilated face staring back at him in clear water. He reached in and cupped a hand of that water to his mouth. It was fresh, cold and sweet – a sliver of purity in a tainted land.

He filled a canteen with the water, and returned to the cabin. When the woman appeared with her own liquid, Erebus rejected it, drinking deep from the well water instead. The sight of it made the woman screech in fear.

‘What is it?’ she howled.

‘Water,’ Erebus said.

‘No!’ she screamed. ‘It is poison!’

He turned the canteen over in his hands, watching as the woman recoiled in fear. He allowed a drop of the water to fall from the canteen’s cap, watching intently as it fizzed and popped against the slime-green floor. As the smoke cleared, Erebus saw a tiny circle of brown amongst the green: the rotten wood returned to health.

The woman cowered in the corner of her hovel, a shivering corpse of a creature made somehow more pitiful. Erebus laughed.

‘Now, daemon, it is your turn to drink.’

Water is poison. Clean water is poison. In a Warhammer short story.

This is just hilarious. Completely unintentionally so, probably, but it is very, very funny that water is being used as a way to defeat a daemon in Warhammer. Something something the rule for showering in Yu-Gi-Oh! tournaments.

I do like that the well even exists, and that it took getting the gift to use it against the very daemon who was trapping him there. After days of bathing her with well-water from the canteen, eventually he gets the name from her, and he's finally out and free.

And he's got a new face:

He brought his hand upwards, feeling at the meat of his face, and found a shifting, squirming mass of flesh. He rose, and called to his acolytes.

‘Mirror!’

A hooded figure returned with a jewel-embedded mirror, its silver handle carved with runes. Erebus looked into its depths, and saw the reward of his trials: not just the services of powerful allies, but the power of the Four, represented in the visage of one.

He had seen this before – as a child, in the deserts of Colchis. Now that prophecy had come true.

Eyes that could see futures yet to pass. Ears that rang with the beat of the Blood God’s war drums. A mouth that ached for the rarest tastes. A nose for death in all its forms. With his new face, Erebus smiled.

And that ends the short story. I like it, overall. I do have my gripes with it, but I think one of the things that really stands out for me is the use of description here. I really enjoyed the word choices used.

I think this story could have handled a couple of the god-things a bit better, but I'm also a bit nitpicky when it comes to Chaos aspects. I would like to see some more diversity in the representation of Chaos as a whole, because a LOT of it does feel a bit one-trick-y, and we saw a bit of that, which I will take.

I would have liked to see a bit more into Erebus's head. I know this is third limited, but even through that lens we can see a lot about someone. Here it felt a bit more like physical reactions than mental ones. It felt like we were barred off from seeing more, but I also think this is probably by design, as I mentioned before. Erebus, as a character, wouldn't want anyone seeing more than just surface level. We see what we want him to see. He doesn't want us to know how he really felt during his trials and tribulations, we have to make those assumptions ourselves and live with them. Same with all the decisions he makes through the story.

Overall, not bad. I liked it well enough, and I think this is some competent writing and a good enough answer to a question I think most people shrugged off.

I hope you enjoyed my various ramblings and nit-pickings, I'm terribly sorry this post got so long. There was a lot I wanted to talk about and I'm curious to see if others agree or disagree or what their thoughts were about it.

#word bearers #warhammer 40k #erebus warhammer #how do you tag specifically this erebus #warhammer 30k #horus heresy #this post took forever to make ive been sitting on it for a couple of weeks now #sorry its also so damn long

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If you are under 18 years old, then please don't read the fic below. If you are uncomfortable with any of the named topics, then stop reading.

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Warnings: ColbyBrockXReaderSmut, angsty, friends to lovers, smut, oral f receiving, fingering, fluff, alcohol.

Barely proofread.

Word Count: 2.547

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You and Colby met each other for the first time about two months ago. You guys met when you went to a party. You had been invited by some of Sam and Colby’s friends. Your friends always talked about how much fun the parties were at Sam and Colby’s place. You hadn’t met the two soon-to-be-famous guys before, but you had heard a lot about them. 

You were so nervous about the party and made sure you had dressed up. The short black skirt was hugging your backside perfectly and your breasts were looking great in your black band T-shirt. It had been cut in different places, so it showed what needed to be shown. The black fishnet tights were the perfect match to your outfit. When you arrived at the party you were greeted by your friends, who introduced you to Sam and Colby.

Sam was so nice and a genuine nice guy. His teeth were shining so brightly at you when he greeted you. Just as quickly as he went over to you, as fast was he to go back to the dancefloor. Colby stared at you. Hard. The blush crept up your neck and your cheeks when he took your hand and greeted you. His voice was deep and his smile was nice and wide. You kept the small talk going for some time, while your friends told him all he needed to know about you. Also things he probably didn’t need to know. Like how you fell on your ass when you guys went bowling last friday. Colby was nice and gave a gentle laugh without being condescending. 

Throughout the night you were getting progressively more drunk and dancing hotter and hotter with your friends. You went outside to get some air and sat on the steps to the house. A presence came through in the dark and sat beside you. The deep voice cut the silence. “Hey y/n, you ok?”. You nodded and told him you just needed some air. The smalltalk kept going for about an hour and turned into some deeper conversation. You leaned against his shoulder while he was talking about what his dreams with Youtube were and all you could do was admire him. Despite his intimidating looks, he actually was a genuine nice guy. 

The two of you clicked and had spent so much time together after that party. That night he had asked for your number and you had been texting already the day after. 

Tonight you were going to his place, that you now knew like the back of your hand. You got through the door and you heard Sam yelling “Y/n! Nice to see you again. It’s been so long since the last time I saw you here!” You hugged him and laughed at his comment. “I missed you too Golbach, the whole 19 hours since I was here last”. 

Your greetings were interrupted by loud footsteps coming down the stairs. You turned around and saw Colby walking towards you. He was in his black pajama pants and no shirt. You tried taking your eyes off of his upper body, but it was so hard not to look at him. “Hey y/n! if you're gonna be here every day you should just stay the night next time.” He took you into his embrace and you were engulfed by his scent. “As if you weren’t the one to text and ask when I would be here”. You heard Sam cheer for you after your snapback at Colby. 

You sat on the couch with the guys and ate pizza, while watching Shameless. Sam and Colby were arguing who of the chicks were the hottest. Sam was team Fiona while Colby was team Mandy, despite her crazy family. You couldn’t help but feel jealous and the feeling stung in your stomach. Your mood was definitely off. 

When another episode was over, Sam stood up and said “I’m going to a party at Manny’s house, you guys in?”. Colby was quick to respond. “Nah dude, I’m still in my pajamas and I have no plan on leaving this couch tonight”. Sam looked at you and waited for a response. You were thinking about it. Maybe it would make you feel better, if you went to a party and found one to hook up with. It could make you forget Colby for a minute. “Hmm I don’t know, what do you say Colbs?” He looked at you in shock. He was sure you would have said no immediately. Parties aren’t usually your go to. “Could be nice if you stayed, don’t really wanna be alone tonight”. His answer sounded so sweet. “Sorry Sam I’m staying with this partypooper here”. You felt a smack on your arm from Colby. He was sending you one of his innocent smiles. “Fine guys, I’m just gonna go by myself then. Don’t have too much fun”.  You said bye to Sam and heard the door slam shut. 

The two of you kept watching Shameless and your mood was still pretty ruined. After a couple of episodes you asked if you guys could listen to some music on his new speakers. Colby was so excited that you remembered his new speakers. He hadn’t had the chance to show them to you, despite you being there all the time.

You went up the stairs to his room. It was dark and not very well designed. The bed made it look like a damn sex dungeon. You laid in his bed, head hanging off the end of the bed, so everything you saw was upside down. 

Colby stood with his back to you and connected his computer to the new speakers. “What are we in the mood for y/n? My chem, panic! or 1D?” You laughed and told him to be a big boy and pick what he wanted. 

He picked C’mon C’mon by 1D and jumped up on the bed and laid beside you with his head hanging off the bed. 

“They’re really good Colbs. Despite the songchoice”. He smacked your thigh lightly and thanked you. 

“Y/n? Why were you so weird when we watched Shameless?”

You were quiet and didn’t really want to reply. Colby was on his side now, facing you with his head supported by his hand. 

“I don’t know, just tired I guess”. Your answer didn’t sound very convincing. The music faded into the background while you were overthinking hard. Your thoughts were so loud, that you barely noticed Colby saying something to you. 

“Helloo? Are you here? Earth calls y/n” he said while waving his hand in front of your face. 

You positioned yourself closer to the center of the bed, so your head was resting on the mattress. “Are you annoyed that I wanted you to stay? Would you rather have been at the party with Sam?”. You looked into his eyes and shrugged on your shoulders. “I don’t know, maybe. Could have found a hookup to distract me”. His brows furrowed. 

“Distract you from what?” his question lingered in the air. He took your hand when you didn’t answer. “Please tell me y/n, I wanna help”. You snapped and sat up in the bed, while pulling your hand away from his. “You can’t help me Colby! you are my problem. I like you for fuck sake”. 

His eyes were locked on yours. The silence was deafening. You tried figuring out what was going on inside his head, but you couldn't.

“Sorry Colbs… I’ll just go”. Colby grabbed your shoulder before you could go anywhere. “Wait y/n”. 

He got closer to your body while you scooted away on the bed. He made you lay down flat on your back, while he was on top of you. Your heartbeat picked up and you could feel your pulse pumping. His right hand caressed your cheek. “Are you sure I can’t help you?” He said with a sly smirk. His hand traveled down from your cheek to your ribs. His head ducked down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “Tell me what I can do to help you babe. Let me cheer you up”. 

He started kissing your neck and below your ear. His deep voice made you wetter and wetter. “Colby please.. what are you doing?”. You were confused. How did you end up like this? Does he like you back? Your thoughts were interrupted by his hand crawling up under your shirt. “Relax darling, I’ll make you feel so good”. 

You felt him everywhere. His kisses that were traveling down your neck, his bites on your sensitive skin, his hand massaging your boob, his knee between your legs. Fuck you needed him. He pulled your shirt over your head. Your breasts were now right in front of Colby. You started to get self conscious and tried covering your upperbody with your arms. 

Colby was quick to grab your arms and place them over your head so you were totally exposed to him. “You better behave y/n, I wanna see and touch every part of you”. He started kissing your breasts. He switched between biting and sucking on your nipples. You couldn’t help yourself, you were becoming needy. Your pelvis started grinding against the thigh he had placed by your center.  

Were you really ready to go further? Were you getting carried away? What if he does this out of pity? Your racing thoughts were interrupted by the handsome man above your needy body.

“Fuck you’re so hot, I need more of you”. Colby grabbed the hem of your pants and pulled them down your legs. You were embarrassed by how wet you’d gotten already. You were sure he could see it through your panties. 

Fuck you panties! Of course this happens the day you are wearing your blue panties with icecreamcones on.He let out a deep chuckle when his eyes landed on your colorful underwear. “I hope you aren’t too fond of those panties”. You looked at him with a confused face. Suddenly your heard material ripping. “Fuck Colby, was that really necessary?”. 

He turned you around and spanked your bare ass. “Be good y/n, I know you like it like this”. Your cheeks flushed. Sometimes it’s a good idea to talk about kinks with your crush, then it can end up like this.

You ducked your face down into the mattress to hide your flushed cheeks from his cocky gaze. Colby leaned close to your ear and pulled your head up by your hair. The feeling made you gasp out loud. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you y/n, so just relax and let me enjoy your gorgeous body”. 

The praise coming from his otherwise dirty mouth, made your heart skip a beat. He actually liked you back AND he had been fantasizing about you. This has turned out to be the best day in a long time. 

You felt Colby run a finger through your wet slit. “Oh you really like it, don’t you?”. You didn’t want to answer. You were quite embarrassed to say the least.Colby pulled your head further back. “Answer me pup or you will regret it”. Your response came immediately. ”Yes Colby, I love it, please don’t stop”. He was pleased with your answer and kissed your asscheek. 

Colby stood up and you looked around to see where he went. He walked over to one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of fluffy black handcuffs? What the fuck.You laughed a bit and put your face down onto the mattress again. 

Colby turned you onto your back and cuffed your hands together. He grabbed your chin and made you look into his intense eyes “If I go too far, just say red and I will stop, okay?”. You nodded and he gave you a quick peck on your lips “good girl”.

Colby kissed down your bare body. He left marks all the way down your torso, making you writhe and whine beneath his dominating presence, while he was marking you up. 

When he finally arrived at your center he spread your legs wide. He inhaled your scent and you tried to close your legs, but you couldn’t. He had placed your legs over his shoulders, so all you could do was take what he gave you. He kissed you everywhere except where you needed him. “Please Colby… I need you”. 

He reacted to your begging immediately and his tongue licked a wide stripe up your wet slit. You felt something jump in your lower stomach. He licked your clit fast and you could feel yourself dripping down between your bumcheeks. Fuck he was good. You were panting and had your eyes squeezed closed. 

Colby pushed two fingers into your tight opening and started thrusting inside you, while sucking on your sensitive nub. His lustful eyes were staring directly at your face. He enjoyed watching you writhe under him. 

He felt you tighten around his fingers more and more, so he knew you were getting close. Your moans were also getting progressively louder. “Come for me pup, I can feel how tight you’re getting. Give it to me”. 

His order threw you over the edge and you were shaking violently while riding through your high. Colby didn’t stop his movements, so the orgasm kept on going. You were seeing stars while the filthy sounds of your wet pussy were filling the dark bedroom. 

When you were post-orgams you laid sprawled out with tired eyelids. Colby crawled up your body, kissing every inch. HIs mouth was covered in you but he quickly dried it off in his duvet. 

Colby took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. YOu could still taste yourself on his tongue. He took your breath away. The kiss was hot and full of emotions. You moaned into his mouth but then he pulled away. “Fuck babe, don’t get me more riled up, you need a break”. He said with a smirk on his face. His thumb was going over your lowerlip and all you wanted to do was suck on it.

But he was right, you needed a break. You hadn’t had an experience like this in a very long time, so you didn’t think you would be able to handle going all the way tonight. 

Colby reached up and took off the cuffs you had around your wrists. He threw them on the floor and laid down in the bed, cuddling you so your head was on his chest. It felt good to be in his warm embrace, while listening to his heartbeat, right under your ear. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t handle more…” Your words were full of sadness. Colby grabbed your chin and made you look up at him with your glossy doe eyes. “Trust me y/n, it’s okay. I don’t want it to happen like this anyway. I wanna take you out for real. I’ve liked you for so long. What do you say, wanna go on a real date with me and let me treat you right?”. 

You nodded excitedly and you sealed the deal with a kiss, while 1D was still playing in the background.

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