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dayurno · 2 months

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are you going to read tsc when it comes out? and, if not: would you like your acolytes to give you the important kevin day updates or would you rather not?

oh my acolytes huh! well i don’t know :) it’s so nice of you to ask and i’m very touched actually…. nice to me 🥹…. i guess any (good) kevin updates would be nice and probably sway the balance on whether i read it or not, but at first glance i probably won’t read it unless it sparks my curiosity once it’s out and the story starts making its rounds around my circles :) i’m plenty interested in the period where jean stays with the foxes but i don’t much care for the trojans nor the proposed storyline*, though even a picky reader like yours truly can be convinced into buying a story if kevin day’s in it

*by this i don’t mean that i Dislike the process of jean healing but it’s just overall not my favorite theme and, to be frank, i don’t have much interest in reading about a normal well-adjusted team either. from my view tsc is aftg without my favorite parts (namely kevin day as a main character, the foxes’ messy dynamic, problematic and controversial side characters, neil’s narration, The Mafia, andrew in general) and while i am always and forever a ride or die for jean moreau, and i am glad he’s going to get better and be happy, a lot of my feelings for him don’t really stem from the idea that there is a softness underneath all the grit but actually and sincerely the fact that he is crazy. i Love jean because he’s horrible and scared and cruel and i don’t know if i’ll care much for him once he’s out of that state :) i meant it when i said a few months ago that i would’ve been more onboard with a story about the ravens (no matter how gruesome) or even a glimpse of jean’s pov in the nest, though of course nora sakavic should probably choose to be happy every once in a while so i wouldn’t ask her to write that

so tl;dr: you can send me good and relevant kevin updates if you want to and if they’re interesting enough i might read tsc in the future

#sorryyyyyyy sorry i know Healing is a big theme for the fandom but i just dont care #i dont care for it as a broad concept and i dont care for it in the context of these characters #and i know the trojans are normal good people which is also not something i care for #though i am excited for laila and alvarez and i will be looking forward to that relationship getting discussed more #but the rest is just not for me and that’s fine #i havent kept up with nora’s writing so i don’t know what it’s like Now so who’s to say! i might just as well get hooked as soon as it drop #i might finally be able to swallow the concept of jerejean even #these are just my pre-release thoughts #i also Worry and Pine and Ache over kevin and his new arc and whatever the hell jean thinks of him #only because i know kevin getting in the way of another popular ship is not going to be fun #especially when his relationship to jean is so complicated #and i will say this im not your strongest soldier if the kevin-bashing era returns after tsc i’m leaving through where i came from #so really i don’t know :)! it might suck real bad it might be totally irrelevant and i might love it to death #its super up in the air atp #which for my autistic ass is. interesting. Hard. a change i did not want #but ultimately not a big deal and my anxieties get cured very quickly by frolicking in grass and hearing cats purr #actually thank you for asking this because i feel like i havent gotten around to really thinking this through #asks

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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months

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Every semester, I feel like my instant thought is always "I am dropping every class. They're all horrible." but by the end usually end up really liking it so I really just need to ignore my first impressions, but god looking at the syllabi really destroys my mental state

#yet i dont remember liking the first class i took for my one major and im not excited for it this time either 😐#even tho ive spent the most time around that prof cumulatively i still dont really think i like him all that much 😭😭😭#my department sucks because theres only 2 profs and the one sucks so bad that she has a 1 star review #and the other prof who i feel lukewarm about goes so far as to tell his students to avoid classes with her #so im really stuck between a rock and a hard place 😭😭😭#i think he just gets on my nerves too easily. and he was on the abroad trip i went on so i do feel like ive gotten closer #but like you know those people who the dynamic feels very one sided with? thats him for me. i think its just a cultural difference tho tbh #but otherwise i think my other classes will be fine :D #just feeling a bit 😧 rn bcs i have to make an introduction vid for my online class and I DONT WANNNAAAAAAAAAAA #also i miss all my profs from my prev semester :<#i think i talked about it on here but ahhhh my one linguistics prof she was so nice #but it haunts me bcs she asked if she could use one of my papers as an example paper in the future #and i was of course very honored....#BUT ALSO THE PAPER I WROTE USED F1 DRIVERS AS EXAMPLES LMAO #so im so glad that the first half of the 2023 season is now just a time capsule in that class #like literally a time capsule where you can exactly tell which era it was bcs i used Nyck as an example 🌚#well anyways wish me luck i hate starting things it's like trying to cram yourself into a new skin or something #and then when youre very pleased and comfortable with it all its then over :(#catie.rambling.txt

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yrieso · 1 year

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omg it's april which means only one month until my copy of the girls like girls book ships out......

#i had to ask my brother ''hey will you buy this and ship it to your house for me pls. i'll pay you back. please.'' so my parents #won't find it bc. closet. and my brother knows im queer <3 #ugh im so excited to read it but i also hope it doesn't suck ass bc im always nervous when celebrities #decide to release books because it reminds me of the youtuber book era and it's scary #hoping hayley kiyoko doesn't disappoint me 🙏🏻🙏🏻#yriesodottumblrdotcom

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daydreaming-in-daisies · 2 years

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aaaaaand now I can't sleep bc of anxiety about my future and whether or not I'll even graduate next month 🙃

#Words #Personal #My grade in my bio class went way the fuck down after the test we took recently #I'm definitely gonna talk to my professor and advisor about it and see what kind of help I can get #Because I REAAAALLLLLYYYYY want to fucking leave #And it's scaring the shit out of me that it might not even happen anymore #Because I quit my job to focus more on school #But I did it like the week before the test so it was shitty timing #I keep getting emails from the school about graduation and I can't even get excited for it #I don't wanna walk if I'm not even finished with my degree #Like what the fuck is the point in that #Especially after being in college as long as I have #But yeah the anxiety hit me just now and now I'm sad as fuck lol #Godddd this sucks so much like college has truly been the worst era of my life #Tbh my entire 20s have been pretty shitty #I always get super annoyed when people say you're in your prime in your 20s LIKE BITCH IM FUCKING SUFFERING SHUT UP #why do people act like adolescence and early 20s is the only worthwhile part of your life #I'm honestly aching to see what life is like post college and I hate how this class and my former job have gotten in the way of that #And it sucks because I don't know anyone else who's dealing with the same situation so I feel very alone in this #Idk man everything is just shitty right now and I just wanna move on with my life #It seems like everyone in my life is under the impression that I'm just lazy bc it's taken me forever to get through college #But in reality I've dealt with so much bullshit in the past few years #Such as being in a whole cult that revolved around toxic positivity #dragging myself through a major I hated bc I had no idea what else to do with my life #And also losing a bunch of people I was once close with #It's hard to put into words how much all of that fucked me up #But a lot of that stuff has been going on since before college #But the worst of it definitely happened during college so that's also why I wanna move on #Because I associate my time at school with all of that shit #Damn I'm VENTING in these tags lmao

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hapinesbuterfiy · 3 months

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lets talk about rafe x fangirl!reader...

you love being a fangirl and all of the late release nights, hundreds of dollars spent in merch and concert tickets, and the constant hours of waiting in ticketmaster queues that came with it. having an insanely rich and obsessive boyfriend who would spend millions to make you happy had it's perks!

it took rafe a while to get used to your antics, never did he ever think he would be waking up at 2am to queue for a concert, but who else would be accompanying his girl? certainly not anyone else, he wouldn't have it. at first, he attempted to persuade you to buy actual seats instead of pit tickets with the "proactive person" approach. "are you fuckin' crazy? you're meanin' to tell me that you would rather sleep on the filthy fuckin' streets outside the venue waiting for hours when i could just buy you an entire box of seats? you're fuckin' insane." he stomps around your bedroom while standing above you, unable to fathom the lengths that you're willing to go to for a good view at a show. "rafe it's not the same you just don't get it! i need to be at the barricade there is literally no point in going if lana del rey can't watch me sob in front of her while singing pretty when you cry." he rolls his eyes at your remark, shaking his head in disbelief while sucking in his bottom lip. "yea—yea fuckin' barricade my ass, you shithead. lucky i wouldn't fuckin' make you go alone." you perk up, kissing his cheek in excitement. "thank you!" you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

you're passionate, to say the least! why would you spent countless nights sobbing to grainy eras tour live streams after taylor swift plays your favorite songs without you there alone when you could be doing it with rafe by your side? he thinks you're insane for crying over a song, giving you his best fake sympathy act each time it happens, which is practically every time she has a concert because her entire discography is yours. you try your best to make out words through your sniffles and sobs, "i hate taylor swift so much. why would she bring gracie abrams out to play i miss you i'm sorry without me there?" you continue to choke on your sobs and manage to pull yourself even close into his chest. "she's so mean i hate her rafe." he tries his best to console you but can't help but laugh at your disheveled state and the snot coming out of your nose over a song, he is rafe, after all. "baby— i don't know what to tell you. maybe she'll like play it again when you see her, i don't fuckin' know." he wipes your face with his thumbs, as he continues to laugh at you reaching out for his phone to take a video of you so he can make fun of you later for it.

you practically control the aux cord in his jeep, as his girlfriend it's basically your job to make sure he has good music taste! plus the same future songs that he plays over and over again are starting to become unbearable. "so this is thank u, next, it's literally ariana's best single like i swear i would not be the same person without this song it's so me core." he parts his lips in frustration, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "the fuck do you mean that's so me core? are you tryin' to say somethin' here?" he tries to pretend that he isn't enjoying it but you can hear him mumble "thank u, next m' im so fuckin' grateful for my ex." your eyes light up as you land a playful slap to his shoulder "see i told you it was a good song, you're too stubborn!" he completely disregards you, turning the volume up even higher so that you stop chirping in his ear.

you're a handful and a tad bit loud, but rafe secretly enjoys putting with your shit. you're his princess and if that meant he had to book an entire trip to italy just so you could go see harry styles for the last show on love on tour just to make you happy, he would be doing so!

#dividers by @plutism #this is the most self serving thing i have ever written #𓂃 ꔫ 💌 hapinesbuterfiy #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron fanfiction #fangirl #taylor swift #lana del rey #harry styles #ariana grande #gracie abrams

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redstarwriting · 1 year

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hobie brown x o’hara!reader

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request: “I know you’re probably busy 🙏🏽 but can I request a hobie x reader Where reader is miguels kid but from another universe and we were known as “dangerous” to the multiverse and miguel had to watch over us and we find out while hanging out with hobie and hobie has to comfort us as we try to process the fact that Miguel wasn’t our real dad and just someone keeping the mutliverse safe?

I really hope this makes sense i just don’t know how to make is make sense uk? 😭 💀”

requested by: @millerworld

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst with some fluff

Warnings: language, mentions of childbirth death, big feelings of betrayal, probably horrible spanish, honestly a lot of angst

A/N: apologies for the wait for this one! i love writing angst though so i was rubbing my hands together like an evil lil bitch writing this. i apologize if the spanish is wrong/not how it would actually be said/worded. been a minute since i took a spanish course, so i am a little rusty. please enjoy, and thank you so much for requesting, love! :)

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Ever since you remembered your dad, Miguel O’Hara, was there. Of course, there are certain moments of your childhood you don’t remember, as every child has, but your earliest memory is your dad picking you up and soothing you as you cried at two years old. And ever since then, he was always there. Your friends at school would always say you were so lucky that you had a dad that was so devoted to you, and you agreed. To an extent. See, he was very particular about what he allowed you to do. It wasn’t in a negative way, necessarily, he was just protective. His favorite saying and your least favorite saying in your house was ‘I just want what’s best for you, cariño.’

It resulted in you staying home from school events, friend events, and generally any type of event where your safety could have been compromised. It caused you to be a bit of a loner, always hearing about the parties, the gossip, all of it instead of actually experiencing it for yourself.

Of course, it annoyed you.

It still does.

He’s loosened up a bit eventually, though, allowing you to go to work with him. Which also meant you got to meet many spiders. Quite a few of the spider-people quickly became your closest friends, as it was simpler and easier for your dad to keep tabs on you in Spider Society. Much to his chagrin, you quickly became best friends with Hobie Brown. The two of you were around the same age, and since you were annoyed at your dad and in your rebellious era, you got along swimmingly. A little too swimmingly, actually, which Miguel purposefully chose to ignore for the most part. Until he saw Hobie sucking his little one’s face off. Regardless, Hobie was always quick to validate all your conflicted, annoyed, and even positive feelings about your father. He even helped you come out of your shell and rebel against Miguel occasionally.

Miguel didn’t like this very much, but he also knew that Hobie was still a good influence on you. No matter how many times both of you tried to convince him that he wasn’t. But sometimes, Hobie would talk you into doing things that he very much disliked. Hated, even. And this time was one of those times. While he was out, containing a particularly difficult anomaly, Hobie convinced you to search through Miguel’s personal files on his supercomputer because he bet if your birth certificate would be anywhere, it would be there. When you found a folder with your name, you expected to open it to see some family pictures, hoping for your birth certificate with the name of your mom. Your dad never really talked about your mom, just that she passed away during childbirth. You stopped asking because every time you did, he would get very quiet and a guilty look would appear on his face. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. So you went into this endeavor excited to see what you might find out. Unfortunately, that excitement didn’t last for very long. See when you opened your file expecting these mundane things, that wasn’t what you were met with.

In fact, that was nowhere near what you found.

You found detailed notes all about you.

“What the hell,” you mumble, scrolling through the various pictures of you as an infant, with two adult strangers. Hobie said nothing, looking at all the pictures and skimming the important parts of all the files you were pulling up with a frown on his face. You stop on a specific picture of a woman holding you in a hospital bed. She was smiling.

And she was very much alive.

Tears immediately start to well up in your eyes as Hobie gently pulls your hands away from the computer. “Think that’s enough a’ that, love,” he says softly. You yank your arms away from him. “No.” You scroll to the next photo, seeing a man you’ve never met before holding you in the same hospital room, with the same strange woman right next to him. The next time you scroll, it’s a detailed account from Miguel about who you are. Notes from your dad declaring you a ‘danger’ and that you ‘must be contained somehow.’ Talk of your biological parents, their names, and how you had to be separated from them before ‘irreversible damage was done to the multiverse.’

You stare at the screen, and Hobie pulls your hands away again, successfully this time. He steps between you and the screens, blocking your view and slowly walking you backward and away from the files. You’re too shocked to say anything, the only thing you can do is quietly cry. Hobie opens his mouth to say something when Miguel’s voice rings out. “What do the two of you think you’re doing?”

The two of you turn your heads toward Miguel, and his annoyed frown turns to one of concern as soon as he sees the look on your face. “¿Qué tienes, mi corazón?” Miguel asks, his voice much softer as he approaches you. Hobie moves, positioning himself between you and your ‘father,’ and scoffs. “Think you got some explainin’ to do ‘ere, mate,” Hobie says, and Miguel looks at him confused. Then he sees what’s on the screen. A look of horrified realization spreads across his face, and he looks at you. “(Y/n), cariño, I can explain.”

“Don’t call me that,” your voice, albeit shaky, finally comes back to you. Hobie turns his attention to you, squeezing the hand you’ve been holding onto for dear life ever since he pulled you away from the computer. “(Y/n)—”

“Who am I? Who are you to me?”

“…Please, let me—”

“WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE?!” you shout, desperately yearning for your dad to say they weren’t what was said in his reports. But all he does is frown. “They’re… they are your biological parents,” he confesses, and you make a choked noise. Hobie subtly begins turning his watch to his universe, ready to make an escape from your dad at any point. “If you just let me explain—”

“I’m a threat to the multiverse?” you choke out through your tears, “What the fuck does that mean, papá?! If I can even call you that.” Miguel’s jaw clenches. “Don’t forget who raised you.”

“How could I?! How could you?! Is this why you never let me do anything?! Too worried your querido bebecito would destroy the fucking multiverse?!”

“(Y/n). I did it to protect everyone.”

“What about me?! Did you ever plan on telling me?! How is separating me from my family protecting me?!” Hobie places an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and keeping you shielded by him as Miguel tries to step closer to you. Miguel glares at him, and Hobie glares back. Miguel holds out his hand in a surrendering way. “It was to protect you just as much, if not more, as it was to protect everyone else. If you would just listen—“

“No. No, I’m done listening to you.”

“Cariño—”

“I am not tú cariño. I am not tú corazoón. You are not mi papá,” you say, venom behind your words. You can practically see Miguel’s heart shatter into tiny little pieces.

That was the worst thing you could have ever said to him.

Before he can say anything else, Hobie opens the portal, pulling you through and closing it almost immediately. You find yourself in the familiar atmosphere of his flat. “C’mere, love,” he mumbles, pulling you into his arms. You grip his shirt, sobbing into his chest as he rocks you back and forth, softly shushing you occasionally and rubbing your back. After what feels like hours, but was really maybe a minute, he swiftly picks you up, carrying you bridal style to his bed as you continue to cry into his shirt. He sits down, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head and rubbing up and down your arm. He can’t help but feel guilty for this. If he didn’t convince you to look at the computer…

“Don’t blame yourself, Hobie… please,” you whimper, and he sighs. “Love, you needa stop bein’ so good at knowin’ what i’m thinkin’,” he mumbles, and you look up at him with a soft smile. “Can’t help it. Even your thoughts are loud,” you say, and he snorts. “Chuffed to see the cryin’ made ya feel better,” he says and you shake your head. “I still feel like shit, Hobie,” you whisper, and he frowns. He gently wipes some tears away from your cheeks. “Reckon all ‘at cryin’ has you knackered?” he mumbles, and you nod softly. He lays backwards, maneuvering the two of you to be laying down. The two of you face each other, one of his hands cradling the side of your face while the other soothingly rubs up and down your side. You grip onto his shirt, and he places a soft peck on your nose. “‘m sorry, love,” he says, and you sniffle. “I already told you it isn’t your fault.”

“‘Kay, still feel like it was,” he says, and you sigh. “That’s not important right now,” he mumbles, gently pulling you closer. “What’s important is that I make you feel better.” You look at him, your eyes are still glossy from tears. “Never met someone who looked so stunnin’ when they cry,” he says, gently stroking your cheek. You smile softly, and he does too. “There’s my favorite smile,” he whispers before softly placing his lips on yours. It’s only for a second, but it makes all the pain go away. And you’re grateful for that. Even if it is just for a second. “Get some sleep, love.” He kisses your forehead, tangling his legs with yours and pulling your head into his chest. You relax into him. He was right. The crying was exhausting. Before you know it, you’re asleep as Hobie gently traces shapes into your skin, whispering anything and everything he loves about you to you so softly that if you weren’t really listening, you wouldn’t hear any of it. No one makes you feel protected quite like Hobie does.

And even if it’s just for a moment, thanks to Hobie, you feel like everything will be okay.

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #spiderpunk x reader #spiderverse x reader #o'hara!reader #dad!miguel #hobie brown #hobie #miguel o'hara #spiderverse

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atinylittlepain · 17 days

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jackson!joel miller x witch!oc

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He thinks he might fall in love with her. She can't let him fall in love with her. Or: a reimagined take on an infamous Practical Magic au by yours truly.

wordcount | 1.8K

series content info | 18+ slowburn-ish, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to ???, discussions of death and grief, a little magic, just a little, jackson era joel and all that entails, eventual smut, angst obviously, and love that requires a little elbow grease.

a/n | thank you folks for your patience while I was being a little worm about this. Very excited to kick off this series, and I'd love to hear what you think <3

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There is the after, and there is the before. This is the before. In the before, there is a town nestled down in the purple-blue belly of a mountain, all shade and damp, cool green. A small town, everyone knowing everyone and everyone knew everyone as far back as history could reasonably stretch. And in this town sits a house at the end of a string of houses, sidewalk curling up in waves under the old force of tree roots, wrought iron gates and sleepy porches. Kids dare one another to step through the gate of this house. Only the bravest make it up to the porch, a quick clambering tap to the front door, wanting, but not really wanting, to see who might answer. All but one child, that is. She has no problem walking through the gate, but she’s learned to be quick in getting through the front door and slipping it shut behind her. The other kids like to throw rocks if she lingers, so she doesn’t. But there is always a sweet suspension of disbelief on the walk, before the gate, and the porch, and the slip through the front door. How nice, to have all her classmates walking her home after school.

“Did you get into any trouble today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, always another chance tomorrow.” It’s just enough to coax a smile out of her, her aunt and all her tuts and tsks, turns of her nose and we need a brownie before we do your homework, little choice but to follow after her into the kitchen, warm and sticky, the smell of fresh yeast and something richer. Even now, even in the first gasps of Summer, a pot always boils on the stove, spoon stirring lazy inside it.

Her aunt moves like a bird she thinks. But not the delicate kind. She saw a blue heron once, at the lake outside of town. Like that, she thinks. Graceful but sharp, big and sweeping, the tails of a linen shirt, and the braid woven gray and black that hangs between her shoulder blades. All so familiar, she can’t help but sigh, cheek propped in the clammy cup of her hand.

“Something happened today.”

“You don’t say.” Her aunt, always knowing before she can tell her, sometimes even before she knows herself. She picks a chocolate chip out of the brownie split between them, holds it on her tongue and lets it melt.

“Andy Nichols broke his arm. He said there’s pins in his bones.”

“Is he the one who–” She nods before her aunt can finish her question. Yes, the one who never threw rocks at her. Yes, the one who would sit with her at lunch, not because his other friends dared him to, but because he wanted to. The one who, last week, sitting on the bleachers during recess, pressed a quick, there and gone kiss to her lips, all shy, all sweet, wings fluttering fierce in her chest. Yes, that one.

“Now he won’t even look at me. All his friends are saying I did something to him.”

“Oh, Maggie, I’m sorry. People can be, well, people suck, to speak plainly.”

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Did I?” And the silence is enough of an answer, isn’t it? Her aunt’s eyes melt a little, lips pressed in a thin frown. Her aunt, who is as tired as she is, though she may do a better job of hiding it. After all, while she lost a mother, her aunt lost a sister. And the thing, that thing, this thing, that is threaded like a dark cancer through the sinew and snapping pulse of their hearts, contagious, careful or you’ll catch it. Everyone in town knows not to fall in love with a Campbell woman, a long history pocked with strange deaths, unexplainable misfortune. Her father wasn’t from town though, the first mistake of many.

‘It’s best if you don’t think on it, hmm?” Quiet and close in the kitchen, she does her best not to cry, feeling weak, a little wilted. One of those hugs that presses all the air out of her lungs, she needed it, breathing in deep, soap and sweat and soil and my little witch, we have work to do.

Homework doesn’t really mean homework in their house. Not the paper she’s supposed to be writing on the civil war, not studying for the math test she has on Friday. Homework means her and her aunt in the greenhouse, and her aunt quizzing her on the plants they tend to. What is what, what does what.

Lemon balm for stress and sleep. Also used to treat cold sores.

Echinacea for immunity.

Peppermint for nausea and headaches.

Belladonna for sleep, handle with care.

It comes easily to her, the same way that knowing things comes easily to her aunt. Plants, she thinks, make more sense than people do. It takes them a few hours to work through the greenhouse, night coming on in a swath of orange that smolders purple, cool shadows filtering in through green glass. They prune, they water, they propagate, and her aunt must think her extra pitiful tonight because she offers to teach her a few new tricks. The offer falls flat, however, when the prickled sound of scratching shivers up her spine. She knows it well, imagines that she could hear it from all the way across town at this point. The back door, nails skittering over its window panes, face pressed to glass, smeared shame, or maybe just a secret. All that’s needed, a look shared between them, no words. She stays in the greenhouse, closes the door behind her aunt, but leaves it cracked. She shouldn’t, but she likes to listen.

What she hears is always the same. Variations of desperation, I want, I want, I want, I need, I need, I need, him, him, him, her, her, her. How badly? So badly. Anything? Yes, anything. She’s watched a few times, peering around the doorway into the kitchen. All kinds of ways to meddle, to tangle threads, cut them loose, pick your poison, pick your pleasure. Her aunt tries to keep her away from it, the dark, crawling things, the needles, the wax dolls washed in smoke plumes. But she knows. Love is an ugly thing.

She doesn’t watch tonight, hardly listens either. Something else on her mind, in her hands. She plucks rose petals, lavender, rosemary, fills her hands with the rumpled things, says what she planned to say.

He’ll ride horses, talk to them too.

He’ll work with his hands.

There’ll be a streak of silver at his temple.

When we’re together, he’ll be able to stop time.

“Are you casting impossible spells again?” Her aunt catches her just as she’s stepping out into the backyard, damp grass and cicada thrum and the moon.

“I hope so. I hope it’s impossible.” They stand in the cool, damp grass, all that heat dropping down into a low mist around their ankles. And her aunt knows exactly what she’s doing. Afterall, she was the one who taught her this. Somewhere between a love spell and a prayer, though she hopes hers is more like a curse.

“There’s no taking something like this back, Maggie. Are you sure you want to do this?” She nods, says yes, and it’s enough for her aunt to stand down, giving her space to finish the rest of it. Intention, energy, that other word that people like to throw around She focuses on the words and the words become something other than words, and the petals and leaves lift from her hands. The moon takes care of the rest.

“I hope I never fall in love.”

The thing about spells is they always find somewhere to land, even the impossible ones. And somewhere in the before, that impossible spell found its target. Cupid’s arrow bent and broken, though still able to sting sharp. Somewhere in the before, a boy in another town in another life, young knees working hard to make the thin tires of a bike spin, already late heading home for dinner in the cooling night.

The boy’s mother hears him before she sees him, big, hot tears and ribs shaking with sobs she doesn’t often get to hear anymore, getting older, trying to get braver. The boy is bleeding, the boy is crying. The soft round of his palms scraped and stuck with gravel, and his knees no better, all down his shins, and he didn’t mean to cry, didn’t want to cry, but walking the rest of the way home, wrestling with the crooked handlebars of his bike, the feeling and the pain got too big, and he didn’t know what else to do with it.

“Oh honey, what happened?” His words come out in stops and starts, little stuttered gasps. I fell, gets strung into a few extra syllables, already ushering him upstairs and into the bathroom, the sharp smell of this’ll sting, cotton gauze getting stuck in the blood.

In the before, still young, the boy is a soft thing. He cries easily, and he doesn’t like that. Cries when he’s angry, when he’s hurt, when he’s frustrated. Cries harder when he cries because he wishes he wouldn’t cry, even if the words for such a feeling are still too old for him. Somewhere along the way, the boy will lose that. The boy will lose so much. But for now, his mother is making all the big and little hurts better, box fan humming in the cracked window in the bathroom, his brother, even younger, watching through the slivered opening of the door.

For now, the boy lets his eyes close, sticky with salt and the last wandering tears, and he wonders if he really saw what he thought he saw, what stunned him so snappingly that he flew head over handlebars onto the still-simmering asphalt. A blurred vision, blink and miss it, though even so, he’s still sure of what he saw. A rose bush, a sudden burst and bloom and flashbang, nothing and then something and then everything. Blooms that unfurled their skirts as fast as he was riding by, until what had been only green was blotted out entirely by heavy white petals. The boy will lose this memory with time, reasoning it away as an impossible imagining, something from a young mind that will no longer be his. But while the boy is still young, still a soft thing, he will think to himself with a kind of secret wonder that whatever he saw that night, it had to be magic.

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#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller au #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #apothecary gv

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spaceorphan18 · 21 days

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How an animated series saved Remy LeBeau (again)

It's a bit of a hyperbolic title, but catchy, non?

I was looking over my comic collection as I've decided to reread X-Men's 60 year history over the course of the summer. And it got me thinking about a dead period of 616 canon that I've never actually read. Around the time Rogue hooked up with Magneto and scooted off to the Avengers, I decided I'd be done with comics for a while. And didn't start again until Rogue (and Gambit) came back to the X-books in 2017's Astonishing X-Men. But it made me wonder -- What happened to Gambit in that time??

Well, after his solo ended, he flitted around to X-Factor and hung out with X-23 and then kind of went 'poof' for a good long while.

Why? I can only guess the same reason this is a running motif with Gambit. There's something about him that drives the X-Office crazy. I'm not here to speculate what or how or who of it all. I don't know enough about the back end of Marvel to give concrete answers. But I think what has surprised me (recently) is that he's definitely a fan favorite character.

[Yes, I know he can be a divisive character. Yes, I know elements of his character from the 90s have not aged well. Yes, I know there are those of you who can't stand him. Don't really care - you can get off my lawn, thank you.]

Which got me thinking -- Gambit's original popularity, I believe, stemmed from the original X-Men Animated Series. He had just started showing up in the comics at the time, and had barely any kind of page time. And the X-Men TAS swung and was a hit. And so was Gambit.

I don't really know that Gambit would be around today if TAS hadn't done its thing. Would the X-Office have kept him around? I really have no idea.

But they did try to get rid of him. That was the point of leaving him in Antarctica. And things were just never the same after that. Claremont tried his best in the early 2000s. And then Deathbit happened. Carey's run wasn't bad. But Carey clearly had an agenda for other things... And then, Gambit just kind of faded into the background. (I hear his run as a side character for Laura (X-23) was good - but I haven't read that.)

Bless Kelly Thompson (always) for sparking life back into him with (and his relationship with Rogue). And bless the fact that she actually married him to Rogue. Yes, I understand comics -- my god look what they did to Peter and MJ, no one really gets to be happily married except Sue and Reed. He and Rogue are now really tied together in a way that I don't think is going to be undone any time soon.

Even if the X-Office still isn't thrilled with the guy. Krakoa era has been less than ideal. (I can't comment on it fully - I haven't read much of it, as I'm behind on my comic reading.) But I've heard rumors that one reason Thompson was let go was that she didn't want Gambit killed off. And she didn't like the direction they wanted to take the character.

Which leads me to X-Men 97. Killing him off sucked. Really. As a fan, it really sucked. But - my god, the reaction to it. Gambit was amazing. And all I've heard lately is good things about the character. There's been a Gambit resurgence in the best way. He may have went out -- but he went out with a bang. X-Men 97 made an emotional impact with people. And that changes things.

Gambit is cool again.

And I love it.

What's even more exciting is the fact that the X-Office has changed hands again and Gail Simone on Uncanny who (if her Twitter/X feed is to be believed) is really enjoying writing the character. Which means (hopefully) at least another year or two in the comics of some (hopefully) great Gambit stuff.

And maybe there will be some changing of hearts and minds in the X-Office.

It's actually very exciting.

And, guys, I really (really, really) doubt he'll be completely gone from X-Men 97, too.

Because Remy LeBeau never stays down for long.

But as a fan, it's nice to see him be on top again. And I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon.

#gambit #remy lebeau #xmen #x men #x men 97 #marvel #probably good this is so late at night #it's just a jumble of thoughts I needed to write out #I need to have a marvel meta tag #marvel meta #?#good lord I need sleep

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kafkasmuses · 3 months

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what are your hcs for dealer!coryo?

i have been WAITING to continue yapping abt my man…

୨ 🎀 ୧ - at first, he refuses to sell you any form of drug, he knows that the shit he gets is exactly what he says it is— but he isn’t sure that he trusts you enough to be doing them on your own, well, more importantly he just wants to be the one to be doing it with you.

୨ 🎀 ୧ - he continuously refuses to let you pay until you’re near begging with tears in your eyes because you truly do feel bad that he is doing so much for you and costing himself so much of his income solely for you, but he seems so nonchalant about it, like it truly doesn’t matter— nevermind that, he eventually pockets the money, planning on slipping it back in your purse later before you leave.

୨ 🎀 ୧ - he keeps a close eye on you during parties, sure, he’s just your dealer, but you can’t blame him for wanting to keep you safe!! he’s just.. a very caring guy… right…. totally… it’s totally not due to his soft spot for you, not at all!

୨ 🎀 ୧ - he loves nasty dirty songs about sex, his playlist consists of sexyy red, trina, megan thee stallion, and nle choppa— you don’t even need to get the here text from him when he pulls up to your house, you can already hear hellcats srts by sexyy red through your walls!!!

୨ 🎀 ୧ - it might be courtesy of his mommy issues, but he has an addiction to calling you nicknames like ma, mama, or mami— especially when saying things like “c’mere, ma” or “watch your tone, mami” when you get upset with him!! ( mami is def his most used out of the three )

୨ 🎀 ୧ - im so sorry to say this but… he is a where my hug at guy, ITS HIS FRAT BOY ROOTS OK but as soon as you walk into the party he finds himself in your way saying something like “c’mon, gimme a hug, princess” and when you just roll your eyes at him hes like, “what? not excited to see me?” as if he doesn’t know hes being insufferable

୨ 🎀 ୧ - as mentioned in the innocence fic.. he ALWAYS has a strap on him, whether it’s straight up in his hand or in his waistband, he will not go outside without it, sometimes he even sleeps with it. you swear he loves the gun more than you sometimes but he’s always chuckling whenever you mention that, “no way y’re getting jealous of a gun, god, so possessive”

୨ 🎀 ୧ - dealer ! coryo is also… most definitely a player… im SORRY OKAY… just like how he is in his peacekeeper ! era fucking everyone and their mothers hes doing the exact same in the modern era as a dealer, but he swears you’re his favorite!! and that makes it okay, right?

୨ 🎀 ୧ - situationships will forever be his favorite thing

୨ 🎀 ୧ - he has a prince albert piercing! pretty silver jewelry decorating his tip and he absolutely adores when you toy with it— one time you asked him if it hurt whilst being on your knees in front of his dick, he just scoffed and mumbled, “just shut up and suck it, yeah?”

#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow #tbosas #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x y/n #୨୧ (jules yapping) .ᐟ

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Bill MOWHAK ERA (FEMALE READER).

After seeing the MTV awards at home yn texts bill that she's aching for him (LIKE THAT SONG SO SOAKEDDD) And Bill says to be careful for what she wishes VERY very dom Bill BUT he'll decide to let Yn take fully control after a few rounds;)

yass

what you want

tags/ warnings: needy sex, dom! bill, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall!)

don't like don't read

pairing: bill x afab

Third person pov:

As the last notes of the song faded away, your heart raced. You had just watched the MTV awards from the comfort of your own bed, your eyes glued to the screen as bill, the lead singer of the band, your boyfriend, belted out the words to that song. It was as if he were singing directly to you, his voice raw and powerful, his presence on the screen overwhelming. You could feel the heat between your legs, the ache that seemed to grow more intense with every beat of his heart.

You reached for your phone, fingers trembling as you typed out a message to him. "bill, please come home," you wrote, knowing the consequences in store. "I need you." You hit send, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness wash over you.

Moments later, your phone buzzed with a new message from Bill. "I'm on my way," he wrote, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "But you should be careful what you wish for, baby. Once I get there, I'm going to take full control."

Your heart skipped a beat as you read his message. You knew Bill was dominant in bed, and the thought of him taking charge, of him owning you, was both terrifying and exhilarating. You couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for you.

As you waited for him, you found yourself getting more and more worked up. You slipped out of your pajamas, revealing your bare skin under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You touched yourself, imagining his strong hands on your body, his lips on your neck. You could feel the wetness between your legs, the need for him growing stronger with each passing second.

Finally, you heard a knock at the door. Your heart leapt into your throat as you climbed out of bed and hurried over to answer it. Bill stood on the other side, his eyes burning with desire, his lips curved into a wicked smile. "I'm here," he breathed, his voice rough and low. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

You couldn't speak; you could only nod, your heart racing as you opened the door wider, stepping aside to allow him in. He closed the distance between you, his hands finding their way to your hips, lifting you up so that you were flush against his hard length. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his body against yours as he carried you back to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed, his lips trailing a hot path down your neck and chest, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. Your back arched off the mattress, your fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his assault on your body. He pushed your legs apart, spreading you wide for him, and then, finally, he lowered his head and took your aching sex into his mouth.

Your cries of pleasure echoed off the walls as he began to suck on you, his tongue dancing against your clit. You bucked your hips, meeting his mouth, desperate for more of his touch. He took his time, teasing you, driving you wild with need, until you were certain you could no longer bear it. "Fuck me," you whimpered, your voice ragged with desire.

Bill pulled back, his eyes burning with lust as he looked down at you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Because once I'm inside you, once I claim you, there's no going back." You nodded frantically, unable to speak past the need that had consumed you. He smiled then, and with one fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs and thrust deep inside you.

Your body arched off the mattress, a shuddering moan ripping from your throat as he filled you completely. He began to move, his hips slamming into yours in a brutal rhythm that left no doubt who was in charge. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your nails digging into his back as you met his thrusts, your body trembling on the brink of release.

As you felt your climax building, Bill increased the pace, his lips finding your neck once more, sucking and nipping at your skin until you were certain you would explode. And then, finally, you did, your body convulsing around him as you cried out his name and came hard and fast. Bill followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside you, his thrusts growing more frenzied until he collapsed on top of you, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together.

For several long moments, you lay there, panting and gasping for air, your heart still racing. You could feel the weight of his body on top of yours, the heat of his skin against yours, and you knew that this was what you had been missing. You knew that Bill was the one you had been aching for, and that tonight, he had shown you just how good it could be. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but smile, content and satisfied in the knowledge that this was perfection.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #itsmealaiah #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader smut

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saintgoths · 6 months

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☾༺♰༻☽ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni very 18+ - just nasty sex, cunnilingus, throat-fucking, rough sex, ghost self-cumming and daddy kink.

simon ghost riley.

if you dont know for a moment my account was deleted because they thought i was a bot and for that era i was on an account called @ladygoth posting the text messages with ghost series and this chapter is based on this post.

summary - you wear the skimpy claire redfield outfit for ghost again.

feedback/comments would be appreciated :)

“Just like that, let me get a good look at you,” Ghost whispered, his voice thick with gravel lust as he stalked above you, both hands at each side as his brown eyes examined and stalked each inch of your body, the skimpy version of the Claire Redfield outfit highlighting and pronouncing your body he had held himself back from devouring.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded, his eyes steady on your breast as he had watched you carefully peel off the upper outfit, you hadn’t worn the black shirt that came with the set of clothes, you had wanted to wind Ghost up, reveal a bit of your breasts that he loved so much.

Bare, your nipples had been hard then smoothly taken care of by the man who had been above you, his warm lips clamping around your left nipple while his hand had massaged the other, you had shakingly moaned, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders while the tip of his tongue played and flicked against the head of your tit.

“S’beautiful,” he whined after pulling himself from your left breast, the movement leaving with a pop as his eyes returned to you, your face deeply flustered and moved by his sensual touch. “Let me take care of the other one,” he spoke, and he lifted his hand away from your other breast, replacing his digits with his lips, his motions smooth as he licked his tongue around your nipple.

Your legs wrapped around his waists as he gently moved his covered area against your cunt. The friction so light that it had almost sent you into a crazed state, you had wanted more, you had wanted his length and girth abusing the tight walls he had been obsessed over. “Patience,” he said and he knew, he knew you had wanted him to fuck you this moment, but he wanted to drag it out, have you upset and excited.

Though the moment you had felt his lips gently tackle the crook of your neck, you couldn’t help but push a giggle, you had then tucked your bottom lips behind your teeth as you had watched him trail his mouth lower down your stomach, his fingers now focused on the hems of your skimpy shorts before pulling them down, the hearth of your heat, tangy and sweet; had then been petted with a wet kiss above your bud and as a response your body had tightened in response.

“Relax,” he said and so you did, “Spread them wider for me, I want to see that pretty pussy,” he shared and so you did, slowly spreading your legs open, welcoming the damp image of your cunt to him. The sight of your heat had caused him to push a moan, and in a second he had begun to kiss the insides of your thigh.

“Daddy,” you whined, “I can’t take it,” you cried out and immediately, he had looked up at you, his eyes dark and aroused.

“If you want me to get into the speed you want me to when I fuck you,” he stated. “Promise me you won’t tap out.”

With your lips shuddered, your palms had found way to cup your breast, your thumbs twirling around the nubs as you had submissively looked down at him. You nodded your head, captivated with the primal look he had on his face. “Use your words.”

“I promise,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“I promise.” You stated.

“There,” he smiled before returning his lips against your skin, his lips ringing around your pearl, sucking on and playing with the bud with the tip of his tongue, sending you through an electric shiver, your fingers gripping around your breasts as the heels of your feet dug into his bed.

Focused, he had stroked his hands to the back of your knees, greedy for your juices, the flat of his tongue had stroked upwards against your heat, his honey-like eyes focused on your squirms and yelps as you had now moved your fingers to the sheets of his cot, your fingers clenched with the fabric for your life while he had pleased himself between your legs, the muscle of his mouth had slipped in and out of your cunt, twisting your low moans into shameful high whine.

“Like that!” You cried out, “right there!” You whimpered, your legs trembling within his hold as you could feel your orgasm slowly rise to its peak, a heavy heat shadowing and curling inside your stomach, your feet clenched as he had slipped his two digits into the space of your tightness, his tongue flicking against your sensitive sex while you had hugged his shoulders with your legs.

A deep sigh exhaling from the back of your throat while your juices trickled down his chin, your fingers finding way into the curls of his dark blond hair while he continued to lick his tongue against your pussy, his self-orgasm coating his pants high on the bliss he had given you----along with the sweet nectar that had been rooted in your cunt.

It was enough, but you couldn’t tap out, you promised him you wouldn’t, but it had over-whelmed you into a fit of cries, his arms locked around your lower waist as he pleased himself with your ambrosia that he had gifted to himself.

“So good,” he whined aware of your over-stimulated cries, your body had weakened against his physique just as you released your second orgasm. “Good girl,” he complimented once he pulled himself away, standing on his knees as he had unbuckled his belt, excited by your unkempt appearance, you had noted the way his trousers had been moist, aware that he had climaxed by the taste of your cunt.

Inflamed, you had nibbled on your lips, the sight of his large length bouncing out its previous kept place had caused your used heat to stir once more. “Open your mouth,” he lightly demanded and like the good girl you were, you had separated your lips and had allowed his size to be pushed down your mouth, gagging at his width, you had found yourself wrapping your hand around his cock unaware of how Ghost had planned to fuck your throat, you had been taken by surprise when he had pushed his length further down your neck, your eyes swelling with tears as your hands moved up his thighs.

His thick fingers had moved to your hair, his grip messing the locks of your curls as he pulled back his hips and slowly and repeatedly humped his size forwards. Gagging and choking you with his width---desperately you had looked up at him, your saliva coating his cock and your chin as you had flattened your tongue to give him a comfortable route.

His grunts soft while the tip of his cock slid against the texture of your mouth’s muscle, his movements hysterical as he had chased for his second climax, “Such a good girl,” he said while his cock had repeatedly twitched in your opening with his passionate moans curving into vehement trembling whines, his body hunching forwards as he continued to fuck your throat, his thrusts becoming weaker and stiff while his heated load poured into your mouth.

His sticky load coating the walls of your threat, leaving your mouth full with his juices, and once he had slid his shaft from your lips, you had swallowed. “Should’ve warmed me,” you whispered and with his thumb against your lip he had swept his residue from your mouth and gently shoved his digit coated with his cum into your mouth.

“I should’ve?” He teasingly asked and with faux scrutiny you had pouted at him. “Don’t make that face Babydoll,” he whispered, “You upset makes me upset, turn around let me make you happy.”

Obedient, you had felt his thumb pull out of your mouth and then you had turned around, your ass facing him while he moved his hand to the edges of your hips, gently moving you up and closer to his hard cock, the curved tip of his length gently stroking against your wet heat, “Ready for me? No tapping out okay, you have to take it for me.”

Faced down, you had pressed your face against his pillows aware of the rough pressure you’d have to experience. “Yes,” you had whimpered, “I won’t tap—ah!” You cried out, his shaft expanding the tightness of your cunt with no warning, you had bit your lips, how you’ve loved being pounded by his cock and how you knew you were his, your stomach had tightened, your heat grpping around his width as he began at a slow and soft pace, building up his efforts with every push.

Your teeth gently gnawing against the fabric of his pillows, you could feel his finger press into the meat of your buttocks, possessively holding you close against his as he resumed to jerk his cock into you, his motions now aggressive and quick while he muttered disjointed but lewd words into the room. “You like that huh? Being mine?”

“Yes!” You whined, “all yours!” You drooled, your spit coating a small area of his pillow as you had loudly griped and whined in response to his harsh movements, your buttocks bruised by his possessive handprints, his paw smacking one side of your ass red while chasing his orgasm, the head of his cock colliding against the sponginess of your walls while you had arched your body, your back meeting with his solid chest, moving him to wrap his arms around your waist finding a deeper angle inside your cunt.

“So fuckin’—warm!” He grunted, “so good, roll your hips for me---just like that!” Ghost dragged, “My little slut!” He belittled, “moaning so loud for me, making everyone know you’re being fucked by this cock, huh?”

Desperate, you had nodded your head, your legs trembling as you could feel another climax build, his fierce daggers sending you into an incoherent state just as the swelled sac of his cock had slapped against your skin, he dragged his fingers to your breast, selfishly digging his digits into your boobs while his white load spilled into your sex, his face printing against the crook of your neck as he continued to release himself while resuming to fuck his shaft inside of you.

Racing after your cum, you had hysterically held onto him, the erotic sting of your juices coating his length while your squirt layered the rest of his bed, your moans pinched into an embarrassing wail once he had let you go. “Never break up with me again, okay Babydoll?” He questioned his inquire leaning more into a commanding state that had easily pressed you into an obedience gesture.

“Never again,” you promised.

masterlist

#ghost simon riley #ghost smut #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon smut #simon riley x reader #simon #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost x you #smut #lemon

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distorted59 · 5 months

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please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!

YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!

this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!

anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)

Bite me please

summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,

word count: 1158

A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.

you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.

he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.

it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.

but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.

"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"

"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"

your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.

"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.

"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.

"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.

"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."

you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.

"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.

"yes."

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.

"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.

you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...

"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.

"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.

you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.

"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.

"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.

"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.

"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."

Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.

"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.

"please." you nod.

he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.

"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."

"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.

"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.

he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.

normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.

Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.

"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.

"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.

he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.

he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.

"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.

you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

"cum for me, my love."

you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.

"use me, bite me." you whine.

he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.

he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.

the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.

"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.

"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.

"it was." he grins.

he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.

you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.

"i want to really taste you next time."

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Sooo..Could you write maybe a one shot where the reader is in the band and like they tease Bill on stage like idk bumping against him or sum like that and then later Bill punishes the reader IDK IM JUST SO THIRSTY😍😍 No pressure ofc

YESYESYESOFC🤭 i also got another ask about something very close to this is im combining them

2010 Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: hair pulling, semi public sex, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, oral (fem!receiving) written as 2010 Bill but could be read as whatever era u want!

Your body rocked slightly as you were performing on stage, trying to keep up with the rhythm. Bill walks towards you a little like he usually does to everyone when performing. Your back was facing him as he approached you and you got an idea.

You walked back slowly, meeting him halfway. His chest was pressed against your back as he continued singing. You bend over and little and rub your ass against him. The crowd noticed this and went insane, screaming and cheering you on. He watches as you move against him subtly, slowly growing more frustrated with you. He steps away from you and gives you a warning look when you turn around to face him, a huge smirk on your face.

After the concert…

Bill grabs your hand and storms into his dressing room, slamming the door after you both entered. He pushes you up against the wall and clashes his lips onto yours. You gasp and tangle your hands into his hair.

“You’re such a little brat. Fuckin teasing me in front of that many people. You think I’m gonna let you get away with that? Hm?” His voice is raspy from singing for so long, and it makes hear rush through your body.

“Did it to make you mad. It was pretty funny too.” You knew that you were making your situation worse, but that what you wanted. His eyes turned darker at your teasing words.

“Oh that was funny? We’ll see who’s laughing after I ruin you.” He grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck so that you dont fall. He wraps your legs around his waist and walks you over to the old looking couch that was placed against the wall across from the door. After he sets you down, he gets on his knees and forces your legs open so that he could be in between them. His lust filled eyes stare into your own and you feel a little nervous about whats about to happen.

“Bill… what if someone walks in? Were not exactly in a private spot.” He laughs as he tugs the waistband of your pants down, making you lift your hips so that he could take them fully off.

“Well, we weren’t in a private spot when you were practically grinding on me, were we? I think you’ll be ok.” He mocks you, which makes you shiver with excitement. Bill notices and lays wet kisses against your inner thighs, “and judging by how fucking soaked you are, I’m guessing that you like the fact that we could be caught at any moment..” he cocks an eyebrow at you and you stay silent, knowing that hes right.

“See, I know exactly what you like. Which is perfect, because that means I know how to make you fall apart for me.” Before you could protest, he attaches his mouth onto your aching cunt. With your eyes rolling back, you grab fistfuls of his hair to tug him closer to you. Bill grunts and you feel it vibrate against you, and you can’t help but let out a few breathy moans.

“Fuck Bill! You’re so good. So good..” your word’s trailed off when you felt his lips wrap around you clit and tug it into his mouth. He laughs at your reaction and continues his harsh sucking. You could feel your release building up inside of you and your hips lift off the couch slightly, pushing up towards his face. Bills actions only speed up as he pushes your hips back down and holds you there. You felt yourself start to let go before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck! Cumming! I’m cumming Bill!” His tongue thrusts into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. As your body starts shaking, he begins to pull away,

“You always taste so good. I love you so fucking much.” Bill’s still upset with you, but he wants you to know that he loves you.

“I love you too. You look so pretty right now.” You tell him, looking down at him lovingly while you play with his hair. His hair is all messy from you pulling on it and his makeup is smudged under his eyes. He stand up to unbuckle his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down. His hands guide you to lay down and he hovers above you.

“You ready baby? Im gonna fuck this pussy real good.” He doesn’t even let you answer before pushing into you. Your mouth opens but no noises come out of it as he immediately starts thrusting into you at a quick pace. He seemed to notice your body was already shaking from the first orgasm he gave you, and that made him smile. He holds your jaw with one hand and rubs your clit with the other. You whined and pulled him down to kiss you. Both of you were breathing hard and you could feel his breath hit your face.

“I’m sorry for pissing you off Bill. I wanna be good now.” Bill could feel his heart beat faster at your switch in attitude. He smiles down at you and leans back up to thrust into you at a better angle.

“See? All you need was for me to fuck that attitude out of you. Now you’re being a good girl.” He uses his hands to spread your legs father apart, giving him the perfect angle. You throw your head back and gasp at the sudden change, feeling another orgasm building inside of you.

“Shit.. gonna cum again baby! Feels so good!” Your hand reach up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you once again. He groans when he feels your cunt clench around him. His pace starts to speed up when he feel’s himself about to finish, and his head falls into you neck when he finally finishes inside of you. Both of you lay there until you hear a knock on the door.

“Hey who’s in there? We gotta go!”

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