#and the more I try to search for new things that fit my taste

[boyfhee]

JAKE BF HEADCANONS

g fluff w kissing if that counts, very slightly suggestive fem reader wc 1.2k note calling my jaketuals requested

rewind to when you guys are just friends, he still has your standards raised to the heaven

your friends ask why you don't have a crush and you're like, i have sim jaeyun, and it has it's own pros and cons because half of the time, people assume you two are dating

the other half, it's you wishing you two were dating

basically, he's prefect!!!! always texts you good morning and good night, reminds you to drink water and take care of yourself. if you're sick or unwell, he's at your door with your favourite snacks before you even know it

AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE WHEN YOU TWO START DATING!!!!! the clingiest boyfriend ever, and he's so sweet, always greets you with kisses and hugs

he PANICS when you get sick like nurse more : on

you have to force him to stop kissing you because you don't want him to get sick as well and he gets so pouty ?? he's sulking at you from a distance

still ends up kissing you and says you two are meant to be when you both get sick together with the most lovesick smile ( insert a sneeze )

BACK HUGS, he always sneaks up and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting kisses on your cheeks, all the way down to your neck

melts when you giggle as he does that :‹ your voice is music to his ears and you laughter is soty ( his words, not mine ) does silly things to make you laugh especially when you're feeling down because if you're sad then he's sad :(

you guys will have to cuddle at least twice a day it's an unwritten rule. he says every second not spent with you poses harm to his health

but in reality, he just likes having you close to him, nuzzling his face in your neck and shoulders, brushing his lips against your skin while his hands are caressing your waist

whispers compliments to you when you both cuddle :›

“you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen,” “i'm so lucky to have to, angel” “god, you're so perfect, i want to kiss you all over”

he's so crazy about you. . .like even jay knows how you like your drinks and your go to order at your favourite cafe :/ basically jake talks about you 24/7 to his members like a madman

LITERALLY SULKS WHEN HE MISSES YOU!!!! like catch him lying lazily on the couch with a frown, looking at his phone screen because he didn't get to talk to your before the stage

but when you face time him, he literally goes :D like the brightest smile ever on his face ㅠㅠ you're his good luck charm!!!!

when you visit their practice, he sneaks out with you to hangout but everyone knows you two are probably making out in a corner or something

hands on your thighs whenever you're sitting next to him, especially when he's driving

you end up on his lap and god, he loves to kiss your neck when you're on his lap

talking about kisses and making out. . .he gets so flustered when his lips get stained by your lipstick

LIKE CATCH HIM BLUSHING??? but also he teases you and tries to play it cool

“aw, look at you jake, you’re blushing,” “so what, huh? you were even redder when i was kissing you,” “pretty sure i can get those reactions out of you again, angel,”

sharing earphones with jake is a love language and you both just smile at each other with your hands intertwined together listening to your shared playlist

one would think he likes searching up new songs out of his profession but actually, it's because he wants to find songs that you would like, would try out new genres especially the one that fit your taste and gets so smiley when you tell him that you liked one of the songs he recommended

like you actually like the song he recommended??? you're adding it to your fav songs playlist??? he's getting on his knees and proposing

sometimes, he even sends you the samples of the group's upcoming songs knowing he's legally not allowed to do so

KISS SELFIES omfg jake has crazy mirror selfies but the kiss selfies especially the mirror ones are the craziest

hates to be away from you so when he's on trip, catching him text you all day

“the sky reminds me of you today,” [ attachment : one image of the sky with silly doodles ] “i miss you, my love,” “next time, you’re coming on the tour with us,”

gets kinda insane. . .like the withdrawal symptoms are getting to him

once again, his members are tired of him talking about you

like sunoo is asking which cap he should get and jake is looking at him with the :o face, holding to bucket hats asking which one would look better on you

their opinion doesn't matter because gets both of them, he just likes buying gifts for you, no matter how big or small they are

you may or may not know this but jake takes so many candid pictures of you, and most of them are when you're snuggling into him while sleeping, or busy cooking something or when you're watching your favourite tv so ever so attentively

has a quarter life crisis every three to five business while picking which pic of yours should go as his wallpaper next because you look gorgeous in all of them

calls you layla's mom and of course he's layla's dad so you both are married and parents, or so he says

jake has his whole life planned with you like that man is more delusional than you think, but it's also because he sees you at every single point in his future, he's more than sure about the two of you

ALSO he wakes you up in the cutest way

like forehead and cheek kisses while he pulls you closer, whispering the sweetest good morning to you ( you are NOT waking up lmfao )

knows cuddling you while trying to wake up is going to make you sleep more but he can't help it, you look too cute for him to not cuddle with you early in the morning

helps you make breakfast, it's like a tradition to cook together, and then he feeds you as an excuse for you to taste his dishes

when he's feeling a little flirty he will cage you between his arms, against the counter and will lean in really close— but he doesn't kiss you. you can feel his warm breath on your lips and you can feel his lips brush ever so softly against yours but he does not kiss you

and when he does, the breakfast is long forgotten— because you're sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs and his hands on your waist, he's kissing you like you're going to disappear the next minute, savouring every single feeling

basically, kisses with jake start as fluttering giggles and soft traces of his lips against yours but they leave you breathless in just a few minutes

sends you random videos and memes, also when you two are watching the same dramas, he texts you his live reactions

“omfg i need them to get together” “they’re so cute . me and who,” “THYE KISSED OHMYGODSDSKJFH IM CROYGIN OTP FR” “now i want to kiss you too im coming over,”

IM TELLING YOU aquarium dates are his favourites

gets so giddy looking at the fishes, but he's mostly staring at you and enjoying your reactions

buys promise rings on your first anniversary and loves staring at your ring when you two are holding hands

also kisses your hands especially above your ring, he just can't believe he gets to call you his

listens to you so attentively and tucks your hair behind your ear because it's distracting, and goes '???' when you get flustered and pause all of a sudden

you have his all his pcs and enhypen's signed albums because gf privileges with jake are real

one time, you were lucky enough to get a fan call with him and boy spend the whole time professing his love to you

overall an outstanding bf, highly recommended

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[alderaana]

₊‧°𐐪 re4 leon kennedy headcannons

since you all loved my re2 headcannons, let's move upwards shall we.

warnings; nsfw, ptsd, afab reader !

✧ after dealing with the plagas, it was hard for him to come home to you.

✧ it was hard to see you after everything, but it was relieving.

✧ still a man that craves physical touch. he would definitely open the door and search for you to envelop you in a really tight hug.

✧ "I'm home in one piece, I missed you."

✧ he wouldn't let go for a while, just comforting himself in your smell and holding you close.

✧ he would be like this for weeks. he refused therapy, just your love because 'that's all he needs'.

✧ leon was clingy. this wasn't new, but after Spain he was inseparable from you.

✧ "please let me come with you. i just need to be with you right now baby."

✧ everywhere, even if it was to just get gas. you had to call out of work because of leon.

✧ "i need to go back to work, leon."

✧ his heart would start POUNDING. this man wanted you under his watch 24/7. he was treating you like a prisoner. you like that though.

✧ "please don't go back yet, i already make enough money to handle the both of us.. please baby."

✧ he would always win that conversation. would look down at you as he holds your waist to his body. soft kisses everywhere, he knew how you worked.

✧ that's why you had been with him for so long, there was always energetic chasing of each other. always something that had both of you going crazy for each other.

✧ that carried into your guys' sex life as well.

✧ he always catered to you, worship from him every step of the way.

✧ "come on princess.... just let me taste you one more time. you know how good I've been for you..."

✧ he was a man of his word, always. he knew how to put you in the mood.

✧ soft kissing, brushing gently around the places that drove you crazy. your neck was his favorite place to kiss, or softly hold.

✧ let's talk about this man's playlist of music. he KNEW what he was doing when putting those songs on.

✧ "so beautiful... can't wait to fuck you.."

✧ his favorite position is missionary, especially if he's standing and you're laying on the bed. he also loves shower sex. something about the temperature and steam does something to him when he sees you.

✧ he KNOWS how to fuck you. why wouldn't he? he loves to slowly bottom out into you and then fuck you desperately.

✧ mans is vocal, he wants you to hear it. he likes the way you respond to the things he has to say. it's never cheesy or too much though, he usually softly says it in your ear.

✧ "fuck..... princess I love this. take me so well, could fuck you all day if you wanted that. gnna breed you and make you mine. you are mine.... this dick is yours... fuck we fit perfectly huh?"

✧ he is open to a lot, especially if it's something you want to try. he has found to enjoy things he didn't think he'd like if it wasn't for you.

✧ newfound enjoyments are; ice cubes, restraints on him, cockwarming, being dominated, and loves gags.

✧ he loved when you would take the gag out of his mouth, and use the spit as lubricant. something about that just ignited something in him.

✧ you guys have sex a lot, and leon was surprised at how high your drive is.

✧ he will never complain, he enjoys stuffing you full and you feel the same.

✧ you and leon had quite a few videos together, and some fun pictures. he would jerk off to them at work. whenever he was on missions it was hard for him to not think about them.

✧ what can he say? he loves pleasing his girl.

kind of bold, but let me know what you guys think ^^

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil

[takes1]

Bakugou has a crush on popular!fem!Senpai!reader. I love the idea of ​​him trying to keep up with his senpai (senpai has no idea about his feelings, of course). maybe a little angst and where senpai's male classmates know about his feelings but don't see him as a threat because they think it's just puppy love and don't take him seriously

i took it in a slightly different direction, but hope it still holds up. kept the themes the same at least! 1st year bakugou/3rd year reader, puppy love, that sort of thing. tried to honor the angsty part, too. hope this does the job!

warnings. heavy alcohol consumption, suggestive petting details. sfw / nsfw to follow in p.2 / some suggestive petting / afterparty/houseparty / shadowing / mentor!reader / 3rdyear!reader / 'unrequited' love / puppy love / bakugou being a lightweight / sweaty bakugou / 1.6k words 🤍 scenario series. i have so much bakugou, please go check all of those scenarios out! / there will be a part 2 to this! / bakugou headcanons more links. my ao3

*shadow week: when a student follows and observes a third-year for a short period of time, such as a day or a week, for training purposes

The afterparty was much more crowded than you realized; the usual rule against first-years had been reversed in the spirit of shadow week. Right on the coattails of that stiff internship mixer, it was a pretty fitting way to finish out the week.

With the addition of a more excitable crowd, the general vibe was intense, loud, and near dizzying. It wasn't really your style.

You opted for watching, nursing something strong. Dancing, screaming, and the like was better far away. You didn't have the energy tonight, but you needed to make sure your shadow got to see what something like this entailed so the tradition might live after your class graduates.

Of course, you lost him almost immediately. He was steaming, almost itching to get away from you as he had been all week. The randomization process of choosing Mentors and Shadows faired unfavorable to you, because you couldn't have asked for a more difficult person to train.

It was an hour in and you still sat in your spot, surrounded by your closer friends who shared the same temperament about tonight in particular. Some normally big personalities took it easy in the presence of the younger crowd.

Togata settled in next to you with a big sigh.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

Your snort turned into an actual laugh. That's how you knew you were feeling it.

"Nothing much," You glanced around the room, half-concerned about your Shadow, "You seen that Bakugou kid?"

Togata rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Probably left as soon as he realized a 'rager' meant a good time."

You both shared a chuckle and went on to talk about anything else.

Bakugou did, in fact, have a different idea of what this afterparty was going to be like. But his inhibitions had melted away long ago when he, unknowingly, began to drink a loaded cup.

He had inadvertently pissed off the guy in charge of the cooler with his usual attitude, and got himself the nastiest-tasting diet coke imaginable.

Bakugou didn't know any better. He believed this was a new disgusting flavor the Coca-Cola company came out with on the tails of their coffee bullshit, so something reminiscent of cinnamon didn't set off any red flags.

Thanks to this drink, easier to get down by the minute, he did seem to be having a better time at the party than he thought he would.

For a while, after the buzz melted away his better judgement, he searched for you, but quickly became distracted when he found some of his peers dancing fervently to a karaoke song.

The sight of Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari going crazy to a shitty, dated pop song made a rare grin spread over his face. It felt funny smiling, so he laughed and the unfamiliar sound from behind them caught their attention.

They all looked relieved to see him, somewhat amused, in on a joke he didn't quite understand.

Sero laughed after he greeted them and exchanged charged looks with Kaminari-

"Dude-haha, Bakugou-- what's up with you-?" Kaminari giggled under his hand.

Everyone was laughing, the music was so loud, and he felt good.

"I dunno!" He yelled and swung to grab Sero's shoulder.

The tallest of them flinched embarrassingly hard with a short, alarmed noise, but was met with droves of laughter from the rest of his friends. Bakugou was the loudest among them.

He had to catch his breath and leaned back with a hand on his neck. He raked his hands through his hair, a little dizzy, a little heavy, and somewhat confused, "Fuck! I feel so good!!"

His eyes were big as he finished his cup. Kirishima grabbed it from him after he was done and smelled it. He muttered something under his breath, but nobody saw.

"Yeeesss!! I fucking LOVE this song ohmygod," Bakugou belted, but hardly even loud compared to the booming bass behind him.

His well-muscled arms dropped, and he turned with vigor and pointed glee to the first person he saw.

It briefly occurred to him that something wasn't right. The way his perception grew fuzzy wasn't normal but he couldn't keep a worried thought for long enough to actually get worried.

You were leaning against the counter from your barstool. You looked mellowed- buzzed, and relaxed. Your crooked smile was partial to Togata, the big, burly blond consistently at your side. You shared a slow, intimate conversation that Bakugou very much wanted a part of.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dodging a supportive hand from Kirishima, and stumbled towards the two highest ranking in the room.

He approached faster than he intended.

His hands landed to catch himself on your parted lower thighs, but he was heavier under the influence and leaned a little far forward. There were about ten of you swirling around the room.

Your stomach pooled with a warm, fast buzz that spread a blush from ear to ear.

Bakugou was coated in a thin layer of musky sweat, no doubt from the combination of his loaded drink and intense dancing.

He was panting softly, eyes lidded when he caught himself on you, his handsome, chiseled face tilted in a drunken daze. Your heart was beating between your legs as you looked each other up and down simultaneously.

Oooh, man.

You hardened up, just a little, and cocked your head to the side, "You feelin' alright, bud?"

Your hand raked through his sweaty, spiky hair, and his entire body shifted to that side. He hummed, smiling, and gripped your plush thighs harder. Fuck, you were warm, and strong; he wanted to fall asleep here.

A larger, scarred hand grabbed the first-year's shirt.

"I think he's had too much."

You looked up at Togata, radiating irritation with a face that didn't match. Your stomach twisted again and you shifted in your seat, which in turn shifted Bakugou.

As he moved to pull Bakugou off, you got another whiff of that sweet smell. That must've been from his Quirk, afterall.

Your head fell back with a sigh while he was beginning to be escorted away by a kind, although a little patronizing, Togata.

Bakugou popped him with a shout and you jumped up- thankfully most people were also screaming to the song, which helped to soften the blow of the tense scene playing out in front of you.

"You need to leave, kid," The older of the two asserted, despite the singe on his shoulder from where he was pushed.

The both looked frilled and ready to make a scene.

Bakugou squinted up at him.

Before he could spit out a horrible insult, or threat, or anything else bubbling beneath the surface, you placed your hand on his wavering shoulder and took up the space in his vision in front of Togata.

"Hey," You said gently, eyes dodging around his very clear signs of heavy drinking, "Hey--,"

"Hey," It sounded almost like a question coming out of his mouth.

Togata moved back. This was something out of his jurisdiction; you were technically in charge of the kid, anyway.

Knotted muscles loosened against your touch, heavy and uneven. He watched, focusing and then glazed again on your pretty bottom lip. It was quiet for a moment between you.

His infatuation; your concern.

"Have you been drinking?"

He shook his head, concern on his brow for a moment-- but it disappeared in a moment's notice. It almost didn't make sense; you tossed the idea that he didn't want to tell you, but then you made the realization of what had actually happened as he swayed, entranced under your gaze.

"Let's…" Your brow furrowed and you glanced around, "Let's get you back to your room."

You wore a distrustful, upturned expression at the sea of patrons. His redhead friend jogged by your side for a moment, about to ask where you were going, but instead of answering, you took the cup out of his hand and threw it in the trash on your way out.

Somebody thought it'd be funny to get some first-years shit-faced. Normally you'd agree about it humorous quality, but this was your shadow. Technically your responsibility for the week.

From the looks of it, he had never touched alcohol before.

It was a cool and breezy walk back to his dorm building. The quiet night gave you space to slow for a while, ask some questions.

"How are you feeling?"

He was out of breath just walking. His stammered for a moment but didn't notice. "Good…good-good, really great."

The anger he usually wore was practically a memory now. His small, permanent frown was the only reminder.

It took 6 minutes for what would've been a 3-minute walk. His hand missed the handle to open the door and you had to catch him, then twist to open it yourself. He didn't help you at all even though you suspected he had the capacity to.

"Alright," You strained, arms locked under his- he was incredibly dense, impossibly warm, and at the moment, very lazy. He melted into you at an awkward angle, breath dancing against the shell of your ear.

Getting him all the way up the stairs was going to take a million years.

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[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Christmas with you

♡ Eddie Munson x reader

♡ Summary: Eddie takes you shopping for Christmas trees.

♡ Warnings: none, fluff. Some suggestive themes.

A/n: While this is still a fluff piece, I'd rather minors didn't interact with my work. Please like, comment, and comment, reblog for support. Not proofread.

"What about that one?" You pointed over to a rather tall, very wide Christmas tree.

"Uhhh, babe, I don't think our ceilings are tall enough for that one." Eddie frowns. He hated telling you no, but there was no possible way to get to that thing in his van, let alone in your trailer.

He squeezes your gloved hand, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. "C'mon, let's keep looking."

"Okay." You smiled softly at him.

You gasped, what about this one?"

"Sweetheart, look at the size of that thing it's like two of my vans put together." Eddie shook his head.

You and him continue walking hand in hand, searching for the perfect Christmas tree. This was going to be your official Christmas together in your own home. You needed the best tree you could find. You had a specific vision, and you were not going to let anyone ruin it.

Tall, fluffy tree decorated with red and gold bulbs. Warm lights and a pretty star on the top with a velvet red skirt at the bottom. Gifts tucked all around it for friends and family.

Letting go of his hand, you make a bee line for another tree. It was large. Very large. Eddies eyes widened at the size of it. The thing must have been at least way above seven feet tall.

Do you remember where you lived? It's not like living in a trailer was a new concept to you. He thought to himself. You both grew up in one. You should know how low the ceilings are. That tree is not fitting at all. Even if it could fit, it's not make it through your front door.

"Uhh baby, that's too tall." Eddie said, eyeing it up and down.

"Pleeeeaase." You fake a pout knowing it was getting more and more difficult for him to tell you no.

"Waaay too tall." He's not caving. He physically can't no matter how hard it becomes.

Your face falls. "You think?"

"Yep, unfortunately." He sighed.

Eddie isn't surprised by your enthusiasm, though. Christmas has always brought out this child like happiness in you. Maybe it was because everyone just seemed so giving and thoughtful around this time. Or because you got a wave of nostalgia anytime a Santa commercial came on the tv. You always told him he reminded you of your step dad.

Even those little frosted Christmas cookies that had too icing and tasted like cardboard that you loved so much. Whatever was in the air around this time, Eddie wishes it never went away. Seeing your face light up at the pretty lights on people's houses was worth more than any gift.

"Take a look at this one." He rushes over to a tree that resembles something straight from the Charlie brown Christmas special.

"Umm, it's nice, but it's a little....bald." You swallow hard, trying your best not to hurt his feelings.

Eddie looks it over again. "Hmm, I guess you're right."

You grab his hand and take him down another row. The trees all started to look the same after a while. They were either too tall. Too wide. Sometimes even both. You were starting to get down on yourself. You haven't found the one yet, and Christmas was already five weeks away. Eddie can tell you're starting to get discouraged.

It was getting colder outside the more the sun sets. You and Eddie have been out here for more than three hours now. Your hands felt like popsicles. Your cheeks and lips chapped.

"M'cold." Your whole body shivers next to his.

Eddie looks over to you, worry etched on his face. "Here, take my coat."

"But what about you?" You tried to argue. The freezing air turning you into a shakey chihuahua.

"Don't worry, this doesn't bother me too much." He waves a hand around.

You sniffle. "Kay... JUST for a little while, then you take it back. "

"Yes, ma'am." Eddie removes his coat, wrapping it around your frame. The inside was nice at toasty from his body heat.

Eddie pulls into his side, keeping you snuggled to him. You walk down row after row, not really finding much luck. Your eyes water from the freezing gusts of wind. Eddie, on the other hand, seems unbothered.

"Sweetheart, what about that one?" Eddie pointed to a tree just up a head.

It was large but not too big. Fluffy and was just the right size to fit in your trailer and his van.

Eddie jogs over with you in tow. Puffs of breath visible in the cold air. He stands next to it, leaning it up so you can get a better look.

"It's perfect, huh?" He looks to you and back at the tree.

"It's perfect!" You cheer a smile spreading across your once sulken face.

Eddie calls the man over who's selling the trees to give him cash. The gentleman even helped your boyfriend load it up in his van, so you didn't have to.

"Ready to get her all set up?" He asked, starting the engine.

You nod enthusiastically. "Yep, and don't forget you're putting on the topper."

"How could I forget... you've mentioned it since before Halloween." Eddie joked, leaning over to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling off.

After you and Eddie got back home, he had Wayne come over to help unload your tree and put in the living room. You busied yourself running around your home, gathering all the decorations you bought. You didn't realize how much you had until it was all laid out in front of you. You counted about nine boxed of Christmas ornaments. Two different types of tree toppers and a ton of lights.

"Someone got excited." Eddie walked over to look at everything you purchased over the course of the month.

"Oops." You chuckled.

He pulls you in tight, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

"Havin fun?" Eddie murmured, swaying you in his arms. You felt like home to him. Something he never really had or ever thought he could experience. But he knew it the very first time he laid eyes on you. Your warm smile and bright eyes.

The moment he first met you, he knew you were special. You had just moved to Hawkins a year after you both graduated. He still recalls the first moment he met you. You were having some car troubles, and he took the opportunity to not only help you but strike up a conversation.

He pulls back, walking over to the ornaments "baby these all look the same."

"Did ya accidentally buy the same ones?"

"They're not the same, Ed." You roll your eyes playfully. Of course, he would think they all looked identical.

"These are burgundy, and these are maroon." You pointed at the various boxes filled with glass bulbs.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow. "Uhh they're all red to me."

"Well, they're not they're different." You corrected.

"Whatever you say, this is your the expert anyway." He holds both hands up, backing away slowly.

"Can we bake cookies while we do this?" He asked, going over to plug in the Christmas lights him that Wayne put around the tree.

"Of course." You smile, picking up a box of glass ornaments. "We can make hot chocolate too."

"You know just how to turn me on, huh?" Eddie was extremely playful tonight. More so than usual. Your happy demeanor was infectious, and it was rubbing off on him. He wasn't complaining there was this warm feeling in his chest. He felt safe.

"Eww." You scrunch your face trying to hide a smile.

"Eww?" His jaw drops, and he clutches at his heart.

Eddie always brought the dramatics, but that's why you fell in love with him.

"Wasn't very Eww this morning or this afternoon or before we left to get this tree." Eddie teases walking to hug you from behind.

He lays his head on your shoulder, watching you put the hook through the ornaments. "Won't be very eww tonight either."

"Okay, that's it. Go put this star on the top of the tree." You wriggle out of his hold. You heard him chuckle. He lets you go does as he's told. The rest of the night was spent decorating your Christmas tree and Eddie twirling you around dancing to old records.

The cookies barely got baked since he decided to eat half of the cookie dough. You didn't even have a chance to put it on a baking sheet. You hope he doesn't get a stomach ache tomorrow. He promised to take you Christmas shopping for Wayne. Which should be very interesting since it's going to be you and Eddie doing it together.

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[megamindsecretlair]

Just One Taste

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!OC!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.

Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.

Word Count: 5,642k

A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!

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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park. 

Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.

“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.

But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.

“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS. 

“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!” 

Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!” 

The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.

He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.

The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.

It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?” 

“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual. 

The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?

Hell, maybe he watched too much TV. 

“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead. 

“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.

This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake. 

Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke. 

As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library. 

“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked. 

“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.

“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.

Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.

Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs. 

“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.

“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling. 

If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.

There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use. 

Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town? 

Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?” 

Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” 

Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage. 

And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle. 

Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.

“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.

The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for? 

She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked. 

“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said. 

She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.

The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head. 

“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said. 

“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian. 

That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?” 

A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.

That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.

Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space. 

Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny. 

“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said. 

Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers? 

“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs. 

“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this. 

Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them. 

The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?” 

Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead. 

“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.

“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.

“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes. 

“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.

“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul. 

“We thought she did something to you!” 

Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?” 

Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.

Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.

“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded. 

The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it. 

“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.” 

“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.

“What are you talking about?” 

“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.

The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone. 

He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.

“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike. 

Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.

“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.

The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.

The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?

He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked. 

She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table. 

The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart. 

She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said. 

He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.

They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.

“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.

“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet. 

“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.

Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.

He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.

Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased. 

He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind. 

“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.

Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.

There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.

“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.

“What makes you say that?” 

“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.

The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.

Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.

“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.

He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. 

“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded. 

Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh. 

She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.

His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it. 

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like? 

She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair. 

She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.

“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.

“Did you like it?” She asked. 

“Fuck yes,” he said.

She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.

She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped. 

Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary. 

He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well. 

He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said. 

She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.

“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him. 

“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.

Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.

He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.

But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.

He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.

His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick. 

He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings. 

“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger. 

“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.

The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.

The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.

“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick. 

“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it. 

“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.

“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?” 

She smirked at him. “What about your friends?” 

“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild. 

His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.

“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.

Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.

He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.

“You gon’ kill me,” he said.

She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said. 

He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers. 

Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.

He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen. 

“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.

He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged. 

The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.

She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.

He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.

He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her. 

He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.

She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her. 

“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said. 

She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned. 

He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.

“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her. 

She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.

Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.

His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.

“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.

He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.

He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.

He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.

“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!” 

Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul. 

“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin. 

He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back. 

It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.

“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.

Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.

He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.

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#megaminds secret files #The Secret Tyrone Files #They Cloned Tyrone smut #Tyrone smut #Tyrone x Black!OC #Tyrone POV #Tyrone x Fem!OC #x Black OC #Halloweek #Happy Halloweek #Spooky smut #Black writers #Black writers of Tumblr

[maemae2998]

Hear me out

Idea for an episode:

This could be an episode about the various characters’ backstories. There could be a place in Hell with an archive of everyone’s stories and a picture of them. They could all be curious about that and take a trip down.

While Vaggie, Charlie, and Niffty follow Alastor, Husk and Angel could go off to do their own thing.

At this point, they could have developed a close bond, and each would consider the other their best friend. They could have a bet going about did the worst stuff in life. (But secretly also want to see what the other looked like in life.)

Husk could find out Angel’s first name is Anthony, and jokingly calling him Tony with a bad Godfather accent.

“Please, no! No one called me that but my stupid cousins! And they were assholes to me!”

“I’m just giving you a hard time. Besides, Tony doesn’t fit you as a name,” he smiles softly.

Angel perks up, “Ya think?”

“Yeah. Anthony sounds like a choir boy who got married to his high school sweetheart. That ain’t you.”

Ange laughs and they search for Husk’s file. Once they find it, Husk decided to play keep away. Gliding through the air, taunting Angel. Finally, Angel tackles him and they go tumbling to the floor. They land in a tangle of limbs with Angel on top. He grabs the file and holds it over his head. Husk tries to snatch it back, but winds up too close to Angel’s face.

Angel stops laughing when he notices and squirms a little in embarrassment. He goes to move away, but Husk brushes a claw against his cheek.

(They would be at a point in their relationship where the friendship was real, and the flirting had turned genuine. This could be the building of a lot of little moments.)

“May I?”

Angel nods and their lips meet. The kiss would be soft, tender. The caring touch that neither of them have had in a long while, possibly ever. It isn’t rushed, but it is hungry. Like someone who has been forced to guard food can finally taste it.

When they pull apart, they pant and gaze through half lidded eyes.

Before either can say anything, they hear Charlie and the other’s approaching. They get to their feet and try to look presentable.

“Why does it look like you two just fuck in a closet?” Vaggie asked with a smirk.

Husk recovers first, his blush momentary, “We didn’t. This bitch tackled me cause of the— Wait a second, give that back!”

He realizes that Angel is still holding the file and grabs for it.

On instinct, Angel lurches away, “Who wants to see what Whiskers looked like as an old man?”

Though he is tempted to start another playful wrestling match, he instead sends Husk a wink. The others clamber over to get a look at the file.

(Don’t worry, Husk gets him back later with his own file.)

When they get back the hotel, they have a talk about their feelings. They confess, kiss some more, and be sweet and gay! Angel can call Husk pet names in Italian! It’s all so fluffy and it makes my heart scream! This is my new Roman Empire.

I just NEED more soft looks between them.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #roman empire #gay love #story

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo is streaming. His model is in his Unicorn onesie, slippers, and mask. He's on his blue inflatable chair floating in a virtual pool. River is on a inflatable table next to him. He's doing an AMA, were viewers can redeem 'Turtle Treats' aka channel points to ask a question anonymously. There is a sign that lists some restrictions on the questions, and if you attempt you will just get your points back.

River: How are things going with your crush?

He turns quite red, and calms himself a bit.

Leo: Things are going fine! We run into each other every now and then at the Restuarant. We went on a couple dates. We don't want to put out to much about our relationship for privacy reasons. Okay next question!

River: Are going to go anywhere else after you finish school?

Leo: No, I really like the clinic, and want to stay there. Plus we have some big plans for the place, like we set up a little cafe type area in the waiting room for clients who might have to wait for their appointments!

A sign saying Sponsored/Not Sponsored by The Caffeinated Turtle Coffee and Tea swings down before 'breaking off' and falling out of frame. Leo looks confused.

Leo: Who keeps doing that? Anyway next question!

River: Are you into any anime/manga? Any favorite from your childhood?

Leo: Kinda for both. We didn't get many channels that had Anime on them when we were little, and it was a while before we got the internet installed, so we may have watched Pokémon, maybe some random DBZ, but didn't watch alot of it because of fighting over what to watch.

Leo pauses to take a drink before continuing.

Leo: But I have been watching some interesting ones recently, like Cells at Work, My Hero Academia, and Black Clover. Though all of us have our own tastes, and I won't tell you what the others like, ask them yourself. Next!

River: Do you have any odd house rules? Not game rules BTW.

Leo: Well this needs some explaining. Okay, a few years again we moved to our current home after an accident destroyed our old one. When we got here we started some renovations, like putting a huge tub in one of the bathrooms that fits all of us in it with room to spare! It looks like an Onsen. Well that left us with one actual Shower, since the huge tub is more for soaking than cleaning.

Another pause to take a drink and catch his breath.

Leo: So we are kinda extra, and tend to have Shower Concerts that last a long time. So if someone else wanted to shower after they would have to wait. So since no one wanted to try making a shower schedule, we now have a waterproof speaker in that bathroom that we can all control. So we play a set number of songs, or a really long song, and have to end our showers when they finish, or else we add an annoying song to the list.

River: Chat would like to say that's very weird.

Leo: Yeah, but it's that or scream at each other to get out of the Shower. Next question!

River: Do you know any other languages?

Leo: Yup! I know quite a bit of Spanish, but I'm a bit out of practice, so I might mess up my words. And we're all working on our Japanese. Dad didn't really teach us, because he didn't think he'd want to go back after leaving his family.

River: On that note, Do you have any family in Japan?

Leo: Maybe? We haven't really tried reaching or searching, because the last time Dad talked to anyone from his family was like, (he's trying to figure the right number) in like the 80's, 90's, and he doesn't really remember if he had any cousins, aunts, uncles, and the like. We might make some attempts in the future, but it's got to be an agreed upon decision. Next question please!

The stream went on for a while longer with chat getting very excited about this new information, and some trying to connect information, but some just get knocked out for obviously trying to dig for more personal information.

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[dearweirdme]

Responding to some of the comments from my last mole anon ask I'm not new to the group but I am new to the ship. I first started listening to the group around 2018 but watching stuff like Run and the festas a few yrs later and from that, I wouldn't have guessed taekook were dating or even one of the closest friendship. They seemed touchy yeah but i think that for the whole group tbh. It wasn't really until solo era that I started focusing more on fan stuff. I'd say before that I was more fo a casual fan who enjoyed watching the content but wasn't really desperate to see everything bts. Like I knew the basics and the memes but never really was inclined to delve any further and my knowledge of shipping was mostly critical. I did see some of the narratives in the backlash to shipping such as taekook being less close than other members and with (what I now know is edited) official content reinforcing that, it was much easier to believe that than a secret taekook love affair.

But Layover turned out to be one of my favorite albums because it was closest to my musical tastes and culture of music i grew up with and so I started hitting up twitter and specifically searching stuff up to discuss more about tae and his musical influences coz I thought he did such a great job with that album and had some real soul in it despite not being raised in that culture or country of that kind of music. And I think because of the algorithms and how popular taekook is that's when I started seeing my taekook posts pop up on my timeline and from a ship critical perspective, I brushed most of as delulu coz wlmy first exposure of ships being discussed in fandom was that it was weird and inappropriate to ship.

And the stuff that I did see out of morbid curiosity (and I admit it wasn't a lot at that time) just really validated the 'fake' accusations because it was all slow mo'd edits and taekook seemed to have 7 different anniversary dates according to the taekook stuff I read so it was seeming more like shippers were just trying to fit a circle onto a square hole or something. Plus I'd see people responding to those slo mo edits with the real time links and that made it seem even faker.

The I recently saw the mole video on twitter that brought me here and that was the first thing were I couldn't really rationalise it with a platonicary answer because one of the first things I can remember doing in a relationship is laying in bed counting and mapping each others marks and freckles.

So that to me seemed just highly romantic for a couple of bros.

Except I lost the video on twitter so I tried YouTube to find it, nothing. Searched the Internet on general, nothing and I ended up stumbling across this blog. I think I discovered while browsing after seeing a response to an ask that I thought sounded fair enough a d really kinda middle ground for a shipper. It was framed as like 'idnk for sure but here's what I think' and after looking for the link and coming across people who were more definitive in their theories and stuff, I thought somewhere like here would be the best place to ask for the info.

Because at that point, shipping didn't have any good associations to me and I wasn't really comfortable with my own speculation that the mole vid was leaving me with but I also couldn't stop second guessing my own first reaction to deny, deny, deny and make an excuse for it.

So my intentions really were to post here, get a link to the vid, watch it again and be like 'oh yeah, that's been blown out of proportion. No ships sailing here' like I had when people sent those real time links in response to ship edit videos.

(Except we all know what happened next)

While waiting for a response which came pretty quickly, I was looking up for more info on taekook in general and was coming up with mostly horse shit but I was also noticing the more reasoned stuff now that I was actively looking for it.

And in the response, DWM mentioned and tagged the taekook timeline which really topped off me taking a second look at the ship because again it was presented as kinda 'this is what I think, beware, I could be just high on delusional and this whole post could be wish fulfilment but here's what happened and what I think' and angles like that I can appreciate because I find it way more trustworthy than someone presenting a theory as fact which is what it felt like taekook lyves was doing a lot of, imo.

The timeline really sealed the deal for me, tbh, because seeing all their interactions in one place and running on concurrent really blew the hinges off the 'distance' narrative.

Which lead me to the ultimate question which I think is the fossil fuel that taekook sails on; what's with all the fucking secrecy and what's bighit hiding??

Because to me and with the timeline on front of me there was no distance on their distant relationship.

And so I've recently started a rewatch of some of their biggest hits. Like I started with bon voyage and I'm kicking myself and wondering why I didn't consider stuff like the room choosing situation in Bon Voyage Morrocoo or Malta wherever they were, more closely. I can't even explain why I just took it at face value as a joke because looking back JK made it so damn obvious.

And I started noticing the subtleties of their touching and the lack of space. I think part of me started reqatching the BV and Run episodes to be kinda proven right that there was nothing more to the ship and I was being delulu but the more I watch, the more Im starting to notice and those fossil fuel questions keep popping up in my mind.

And as a logical creature who said taekook isn't real when I couldn't see anything proving it, I can't then refuse to consider the possibility that it might be real now that I'm seeing stuff that I consider legit proof or support of a relationship.

As for theories, I don't want it to come across like I'm acting smarter or more superior than anyone else because I think everyone is working off theories even the people who don't believe in it because none of us know these guys or their lives but I don't like when theories are pushed as fact or manipulated or framed as the only possible conclusion to a question. Like could I make another theory as to why taekook ate mapping out each others moles, yeah, course I could but based on my own experience perception and no real clear arguement otherwise etc---the romantic reason is still the strongest supported to me.

So I don't have anything against theories just the way they're framed.

So yeah I guess that's my looong (sorry) story about how I accidently became a taekook shipper.

Hi again mole anon!

It’s really nice to hear your story actually. I think skepticism is definitely a good way to get into this. Also, props to Kayla @taekooktimeline for documenting so well 💜.

#taekook #fandom shenanigans

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Blindfold

Summary:- A shared sexual fantasy leads to trying something new.

Characters:-  Bucky x Female Reader

Words:- 2298

Warnings:- Explicit smut. Bondage. Blindfold. Oral Sex (female receiving)  Vaginal fingering. Edging. Knee riding. Language. Sexual fantasies. Cold Play. Light BDSM (mostly Bondage). Orgasm denial. 

A/N:- This Story is a repost from my original Tumblr blog from 2020. 

Banners by  @maysdigitalarts

Feather-light touches danced across your skin, your breath hitched in the back of your throat, a shiver of anticipation prickled your skin, as a hand cupped your breast, a thumb circling your perked nipple. Your back arched, and you pushed yourself further into the hand, teasing you, desperately seeking more friction. Bucky chuckle vibrated through you; your senses heightened as the blindfold rested across your eyes. You licked your lips; a soft whimper escaped as his hand drew back, leaving a growing ache deep inside you.

“Somebody is impatient,” Bucky murmured, his lips brushing your ear softly before he moved to capture your mouth with his. His taste was sweet, creamy, a combination you couldn’t quite decipher but left you hungry for more. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the pounding of his heart, could feel the heat of his skin next to yours, and could smell the combination that was unique to Bucky. You licked your lips again, savouring the taste of him on your tongue.

“I love it when you lick your lips like that baby doll,” Bucky purred, “makes me think of many things your mouth could be doing.”

He kissed you again, this kiss more demanding, more fire and heat, his tongue teasing yours, a dance you know he will win because his skills with his mouth were a cardinal sin and made you weak at the knees.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered against your neck, his hot breath causing a tingle down your spine.

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby doll,” he said firmly. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” you breathed.

“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. You feel uncomfortable with anything I do. Tell me, and we stop. You’re in control here, baby doll. Never think you aren’t.”

You swallowed slowly, nodding at his reassurance. You had mentioned it in passing. A truth whispered in the dark between the two of you, how the idea of being blindfolded, hands bound, at the mercy of someone else turned you on, though if truth be told it was the idea of being at the mercy of Bucky that turned you on because you trusted him, ultimately.

He took your hands in his; pulling them up over your head, where he secured them to the cuffs he had already fitted to the headboard. You flexed your fists; rotating your wrists just enough to assure you that you could move them, even if you couldn’t pull free and reach to touch him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers softly stroking your face.

“Yes,” you replied, your entire body zinging with anticipation, and while your nerves were jittery, fear was the furthest thing from your mind. Hunger, desire, they were what stirred within you, leaving a burning ache in your whole body. You were naked, bound and blindfolded and waiting for Bucky to do whatever he damn well wanted, the suspense turning you on, as thoughts spun across your mind.

You could hear him move, feel the bed shift by you with his weight. Each sound, each movement, caused your muscles to clench and unclench the tension building.

His fingers skimmed your skin. He followed the shape of your body, moving lower and lower until he reached between your legs. He drew a slow outline across your slit before applying more pressure. You bit your bottom lip, wiggling against his hand, desperately searching for more stimulation. Bucky complied. His palm moved up, and his fingers slipped between your folds, entering you, fingers curling ever so slightly, as his thumb started circling your clit. You gasped, raising your hips so he could penetrate you deeper, trying and failing to match his rhythm as your hands strained against the cuffs that stopped you from reaching out to touch him. You desperately wanted to touch him, to feel his skin under your fingers.

His fingers were slick with your juices as he circled inward, sliding them in and out, brushing across your most sensitive spot. He knew which of your buttons to push, which would send a ripple of pleasure through you that would have you mewling as he worked his fingers in and out of you.

Your heart thudded against your chest as you panted, muscles coiling tightly together as though they were waiting to spring forth. Just as you felt the orgasm coming up fast, a cry escaped your lips. Bucky withdrew his hand. Leaving you tethering on the edge, hips bucking, desperately searching for the elusive friction that would give you your release.

“Please!” you pleaded, wiggling in frustration, the cuffs pulling at your wrists, reminding you could do nothing but wait.

“We have only just started, baby doll,” Bucky teased against your skin, before dipping his mouth to trail kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and further down until his tongue rolled over your perked nipple. He spent his time teasing them, sucking and licking, moving from one to the other, ensuring neither went without attention for long. Teeth gently grazed each peak drawing a sharp hiss between your teeth, the sensations bubbling through you as though you were set to simmer, and then there was something else, something cold that left a stinging, prickling trail across your breasts before he soothed with his hot mouth. Bucky rolled a metal thumb across your right nipple, using the temperature control ability within the arm to its full advantage, dropping the temperature until it was a cold as ice.

He took a mouthful of your breast into his hot mouth. The combination of hot and cold had you arching your back upwards, pushing yourself further into his grasp. He teased, and taunted, sucked and nibbled until you couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure, only that combined they had your toes curling and heat pooling between your legs and your pulse quickening.

You moaned. Fuck, did you want him, you wanted him badly, wanted to feel his cock deep inside your pussy, wanted him to pound into you until you couldn’t remember your name. But Bucky loved the build-up as much as he loved to fuck you, he loved working you until you were nothing more than a gooey puddle begging for release; he enjoyed taking you apart inch by inch, with his hands, his mouth and his cock. With the blindfold, everything felt so much more intense, so much more that you couldn’t put it into words.

Bucky lowered his head between your legs, his unshaven cheeks pressing against your bare thighs; he kissed his way up one thigh, moving closer to your core before blowing gently onto your pussy.

You quivered, moaning his name, “Bucky.”

The pressure a perfect combination switching from soft, and then firm, then soft again. Bucky’s mouth worked your tender folds to your needy nub. He licked, and he sucked, taking away your breath as he brought you to the edge again and again. Every time you felt your muscles clenching and your body tremor, he pulled back, kissing your inner thigh once again, letting the build-up fall back to simmering rather than boiling point, before starting all over again. The pressure building as every part of you cried out for that unreachable release.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimper, biting down on your bottom lip hard, your hands pulling at the cuffs as your whole body writhes against the bed, seeking more, chasing for more friction, as his tongue licks in circular motions across your clit.

“Fuck, baby doll, I love it when you get like this, dripping and desperate for a release.” Bucky groaned against your pussy, his breath making your body clench and thrum. As you reach that boiling peak, he pulls back once again, kissing his way up your body until he can capture your mouth with his. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and a groan escapes your lips as you melted back into the bed. Bucky was determined, determined to bring you to the edge again and again.

“Open your legs a little more, baby doll,” he said against your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You complied, stretching your legs a little wider, feeling the bed shift as Bucky moved. Could feel him pushing a knee between your legs until you could feel it pressing against your pussy. You moaned softly, wriggling your bottom lower until you could press yourself hard against his knee, the friction sending shivers up your spine.

Bucky smiled against your lips; you could feel the movement before capturing yours with his once again, tongue teasing yours. You rolled your hips, letting your pussy push against his knee. He let you; he let you as he nibbled at your neck, let you shift and rub against him, panting as you built yourself closer and closer, thighs squeezing his knee, bringing yourself so desperately close, just a little further, a bit more pressure and you would come. You wanted to claw at his back, dig your fingers into his muscles, grip him tightly as you came; instead, all you could do was grip the leather straps of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed.  

Your heart thudded.

Your muscles tightened, and the pressure was building and building, your whole body trembling as you drew closer and closer, and then Bucky shifted, pulling his knee away, leaving you a panting mess as a desperate plea escaped your throat.

“Please, Bucky, please…”

Bucky doesn’t give in; he knows your body well; knew when you were close when you were reaching your peak and would pull away before you could come. He stroked and then stopped. Licked and then stopped. He teased his cock at your entrance, pushing his head into your folds before pulling away. The hunger was unbearable, the desire coursing through your veins had you twisting against the cuffs, pulling and straining. You arched and bucked and rolled your hips, chasing any promise of release you could get. It was beautiful and torturous. It was delicious as it was wicked, his fingers, his mouth, the scraping of his teeth as he nibbled quickly, followed by his tongue on your body. The combination of hot and cold as he used his metal arm to his full advantage left stinging prickling nerves combining pain and pleasure in a way you had never experienced before.

And through it all, Bucky stopped and checked you were happy to continue. Checked that you felt safe and comfortable and while you couldn’t remember at one point whether you existed lost in the sensation of heightened instincts until all that remained was the clawing, mewling animal desperately seeking pleasure. He worked you to where every touch sent a jolt through your nerves, where every whispered word sent a cascade of shivers across your skin.

“Your beautiful, baby doll,” he whispered sweetly against your skin, you could feel him between your legs, and a whimper escaped your lips, as he leaned over your body, pushing the velvet head of his cock between your folds, he holds himself there, his lips pressing against yours. You arch into his touch before he lifts one of your legs, letting you hook it around his waist as he thrusts into you.

A moan vibrates through you; you feel so deliciously full. It is what you have wanted all night, what he had been edging you towards with every touch and lick. He drives deeper and deeper with every pump of his hips, and you meet him stroke for stroke as your muscles clench around him. Fire and lust course through you. A deep groan leaves Bucky’s throat, a primitive sound that sent a thrill through you.

Your muscles tightened and spasmed, starting deep inside you, deeper than you had ever felt it before, and widening until it overtook every cell in your body. Scorching heat surged through you, pushing its way to the surface with such ferocity that the scream that erupted surprised you as an explosion burst through you. As though you were a volcano and a wave of fiery pleasure burst forth, rolling through your body and alighting every nerve. In that moment you forgot your name, lost to the powerful ripples that filled your body as Bucky continued to pound into you, each thrust sending further waves through you in an unending sea of ecstasy.

“I’m coming,” Bucky cried, and as he thrust harder, his cries joined your own as his spasms rippled through you both, until you could no longer tell where he ended, and you began, joined both in pleasure and in flesh, your bodies melded together in unity.

You floated, an underline trickle of pleasure leaving you panting, and heart thudding as you remembered how to breathe. Your bodies are slick together, and you can still feel Bucky deep inside you as he presses his forehead to yours, nose softly nuzzling yours, before he gently unties the blindfold, letting it slip away. You blink as your eyes adjust to the light, meeting Bucky’s gaze with your own, taking in the deep blue eyes that were full of so many emotions. Silent promises between the two of you that none but you could understand.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. That was unbelievable.”

You watch as the corner of his lips turn up into a smile.

He eases off you, leaving you feeling empty and tingling as he works on the cuffs to release your wrists, before rolling onto his back, your legs still tangled together. You rotate your wrists before snuggling into his side, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together.

Bucky kisses your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you,” you murmured.

#Bucky Barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #Bucky Barnes smut #katie writes

[impala-dreamer]

You Might Fall In Love

A Short Story

~I didn't even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn't know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections...~

Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It's first person but still Y/N)

2708 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Purely self indulgent smut. It's hot and amazing and you're welcome.

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The party’s in full swing but we’ve somehow managed to escape the prying eyes and loud, fake conversations. Name dropping can be so fucking boring after a while and it feels like it sucks the air out of the room.

Maybe it was the champagne that was making me so impulsive.

Maybe it was just him.

Maybe it was the way he’d stared at me from across the room, unblinking, immovable no matter where I turned. Every step brought me back to him, every forced conversation led back to his stare. He was everywhere, yet he never moved. He was driving me insane but he’d never said a word.

Finally, I’d had enough of him leering and I headed towards the bar to confront him. Pushing through the crowd of tuxes and evening gowns wasn’t easy and I nearly tripped over myself to get to him.

He was gone.

I turned, searching for those captivating blue eyes, the heavily stubbled, chisseled jaw, but he was gone. Disappeared like some drunken apparition.

With a sigh, I gave up, turned to leave and throw myself back to the wolves, but a hand caught my upper arm, tugging me back.

I gasped and spun, turning right into him.

“Hey.” His smile was lazy and gorgeous, his touch intoxicating. “Come here often?”

I swallowed hard. “I try not to.” Fuck, he smells so good, what is that? Oranges? No… “These kinda parties aren’t my thing.”

He presses the tip of his tongue between his front teeth and looks back at the crowd, nodding. “Not really my scene either.”

There’s just a hint of New York City in his voice and it reminds me of home. LA hasn’t been kind and I’ve been dreaming of colder weather.

“Shame,” I say, trying not to flirt too hard. “You look like you fit right in.”

He turns back and grins.

I shiver. “That’s a hell of a suit.”

It’s open at the collar, tie long ago discard or not even thought of to begin with. The dip at the base of his throat draws my gaze and my mouth waters. Fuck.

He sees me staring and leans to his left, crooking an elbow on the bar. Too casual, too sexy. God, he’s perfect.

“What can I say?” he teases, with a shrug. “I like a good suit.” Blue eyes travel my body slowly and he tongues his cheek. “That’s one hell of a dress.”

My cheeks burn. I bite my lip and taste the color I have slathered on. “Eh, it’s too tight.” Instinctively, I cover my belly, crossing my hands over it, hating the plumpness.

He cocks his head and licks his lips, staring again. “It’s perfect.”

He grins and I see teeth. He hums, almost growling like a wolf and my mind reels. Goddamn it…

I don’t know if I’m shaking outwardly, but my insides are twisting and turning and fuck, I feel faint.

He stands back up, straightening to full height and even in my heels I have to look up just a tiny bit. Fuck, he’s so beautiful I could die right now and wouldn’t even care.

Suddenly, and almost amusingly, he extends his right hand between us and smiles.

“I’m Sebastian by the way.”

A laugh bubbles up and out as I take his hand. “Yeah, I know who you are.”

His fingers wrap around my hand and the squeeze is almost too much. His skin is hot and my eyes go blurry for a second.

He dips his chin, looking into my eyes. “And?”

Fuck, can he tell my pussy is damned near drowning?

I stammer, still locked in his handshake. “And… I’m a- big fan. Um… Bucky’s v-very um… You make good movies. Very talented. You.” I look up and he’s near to laughing. Shit.

He leans in and my heart nearly stops. He tips his lips to my ear and whispers, dark and gravely. “I meant… what’s your name?”

I’m pretty sure death just tapped on my shoulder but I manage to answer. “Y/N.”

“Y/N…” He inhales deeply and then pulls back, finally releasing my hand. His eyes are still on me, still dissecting every bit of my face, every twitch, every flare of heat.

I can hardly stand. I know I’m blinking too much, I can feel my jaw drop but I can’t close it. He’s got me caught in some kind of net that I can’t break through.

“Beautiful.”

I don’t know if he means me or my name and I can’t give a flying fuck. My chest hurts suddenly and he scans my form again, eyes settling on the hint of clevage my navy dress allows.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks.

I can’t breathe. This is death, I’m sure of it. “Um… what?”

He leans in. “It’s really loud in here and I’m getting kinda over everyone staring at us.”

I gasp and look back at the room. “People are staring at us?”

He grins. “Absolutely. Can’t you feel their eyes? Hear their whispers? They’re all talking about us, wondering what we’re talking about, why I’m over here with you when I should be kissing up to the line of producers in the corner.”

I take a breath. “And… why are you over here with me?”

He runs the back of his hand slowly up my bare arm and my skin blisters in his wake.

“I’m drawn to beautiful things…”

For a moment, it’s like I’ve blacked out. I don’t know where we’re going, what’s happening, but suddenly fresh air slaps me in the face and I can focus for a moment.

Outside. Up high. A balcony.

Sebastian tugs me into the shadows, far from the wide open windows that offer the party a glimpse of the skyline.

“This is better,” he says, turning to look at me.

My hand is still clutched in his and I can’t remember exactly when he grabbed me, but I don’t want him to let go.

“It’s- nice out here,” I whisper, still catching my breath.

Los Angeles glows around us, lighting a night sky that will never actually be dark. I miss home. At least New York doesn’t glow light a nuclear blast. More of a neon sign. Classier. Less deadly.

“It’s stunning,” he says, eyes glue to me. He hasn’t even peeked at the city.

My mind is screaming. “You’re very…”

He squints, waiting. “Yes?”

“I don’t even know what you are,” I laugh.

He takes a step and I back up. I’m not scared but I can’t let him get closer. I won’t survive.

“Pick something,” he says. “Anything. Just one word. What am I?”

My back hits the wall and he’s there to make sure I feel every brick.

I suck in a breath. “You’re… dangerous.”

“You think?” He licks his lips, stares me down, waiting for me to ask.

“Yeah.” My breath feels stuck, my body tense and aching for him.

He drags a single finger down my cheek, teasing at my jaw. “How so?”

He’s coy, slick. He knows. He knows what he’s doing to me. He can probably feel my temperature rise beneath his fingertips, feel my pulse quicken as he brushes his thumb over my throat.

“You’re doing things to me and I don’t know if I should let you but it’s… so fucking hard to say no.”

“Do you want to say no?” Blue eyes dig deeper, as if he’s trying to mesmerize me. And fuck, it’s working.

“I…”

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t… absolutely want to do…”

My stomach flips. “I know.”

“And I won’t do anything to you that you don’t ask me to do.”

His voice swirls around in my brain and I’m a thousand percent sure he’s made up of some kind of magic because it’s getting so fucking hard to think.

“I…” Fuck, my legs are actually shaking. “I want you to kiss me.”

He grins, swipes his tongue across his lips and then leans in.

“Here?” His lips land on my cheek and it’s almost like heaven has scooped down to lift me up, dead.

“Yes…”

He travels over an inch, lips landing at the corner of my mouth. “Here?”

“Yes.”

Again he moves. The tip of his nose brushes against mine, his hand moves up to cup my cheek, holding me gently. His hand burns like fire sent by the devil to melt my brain and sent me down the most wicked of paths.

“Here?”

He kisses me dead on and my eyes roll back, my chest rising to press into his.

“Yes.” I can feel myself moving, grabbing at his lapels, pulling him closer, but he’s already there. There’s no where else to go but deep inside and he does, prodding his tongue between my lips and fuck it’s like he’s fucking me everywhere. I can feel every bit of him against me and I hate humanity for inventing clothing, for forcing us to cover up when I could be feeling his skin against mine right now. “Please…”

He sets his left hand against the wall, holding himself back an inch as he gazes into my half lidded eyes. It’s so hard to open them, so hard to focus on anything but the thrumming of my clit and the racing arousal that’s pushing into every fucking bit of me.

He draws his bottom lip in and holds it there, pressing down, denting the flesh and pulling the last taste of me into himself. “You’re begging already… but for what?”

God, I hate him so much.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll do it.”

God, I love him so much.

I can barely think. His right hand slides slowly down from my cheek, fingers dancing across my bare neckline. He sinks a fingertip below the line of my dress and slides it from one shoulder to the other, feeling me shiver. He smiles.

“You don’t have to be shy, Y/N…”

My name on his lips is like a drug that I’ll need for the rest of my life.

“Fuck me,” I say, shocking myself, but then it’s out there, hanging between us with no way back. “Want- I- I need you to fuck me.”

His upper lip twitches and his eyes darken. He hesitates for a split second, letting me retreat if I need to, offering me a slim slice of escape.

“Please.”

I’m damn near panting, my tits crushed against his firm chest. “Please…” Tears are in my eyes and I grit my teeth, desperate and wasted and so fucking aroused that it hurts. “Fuck. Me.”

He licks into my mouth, distracting me with a rough kiss while he claws at my dress. I can feel him gathering the skirt up, bunching it between us so he can draw a hand across my thigh. Everything tightens inside of me.

He slides his hand between my thighs and moans into my mouth. Fuck, can he feel how wet he’s made me already? How hot I am? It’s burning me, it must be obvious.

I spread my legs and wrap a hand around the back of his head, holding him to me. I bite at his lip as he presses his palm flat against my sex.

Fuck.

“Please…”

He peels back the lace covering my cunt and grins against my lips. “I do love hearing you beg…”

I want to say something clever, to snap back with something alluring but my jaw clamps shut as he strokes at my slit. I can’t open my lips or I’ll scream, I know it.

Slowly, almost painfully, he dips a finger into me and my eyes roll shut. I claw at the nape of his neck, pant against his lips as he plunges it knuckle deep. Once, twice, and then pulls it free. He stands back a bit and brings the finger to his lips, licking it clean with a deadly hum.

“Soaked.” His eyes flash darker and I want to drop to my knees. “And delicious.”

I’m yours, forever and ever and ever and-

He attacks, slamming me into the bricks, moving his firm body against me in a rolling wave that makes no sense in my quickly emptying head.

Somehow he gets my leg up around his left hip and he’s jerking his hand into me, spreading me open, making the skyline blur.

“Fuck! Please!” I know it’s too loud but he grins, loving it. I can feel the spread of his lips against mine and he twists his fingers deep. “Oh god!”

“Shhh…” He licks at my open mouth, tongue lapping at mine. “Don’t want everyone to hear you…”

I moan, dying a little bit as he swipes over that blessed spot inside me again and again.

“Or maybe you do.” He lifts his head and stares down, lashes thick and covering his gaze. “You want them to hear us? Want everyone in there to know I’ve got you out here, dripping and begging me to fuck you?”

I’m so dizzy and everything feels so fucking good I just nod. My head rolls back and I know my hair will be fucked by the time we’re done but I don’t give a shit. I want… I need him. I need more.

“Please. Please. Please…”

He hushes me again as he feels my body tighten around his wrist. “You’re gonna cum.”

It’s not a question, it’s almost a command and my blood is racing in my ears and everything snaps inside.

“Fuck!”

He clamps his free hand down over my mouth, pressing down hard to keep me quiet. My eyes go wide, my breath halts as I cum. Fuck, it’s not enough. I need more…

I’m trembling, faint and pulsing. His hand leaves my mouth and he shifts against me. His slacks fall, his fingers dip into me and spread me apart. He bites his lip as he sinks inside and it feels like I have been missing this my entire life.

“Jesus Christ- Fuck.”

He kisses me silent as he bottoms out and my muscles close in around him. He lets out a moan that vibrates through me and my nails scrape at his scalp.

“Do it,” I beg. “Do it.”

His jaw trembles, teeth grit. He eyes me, dark and dangerous. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t-”

I claw a line down the nape of his neck. “Fuck. Me.” I bite at his lips, wanting blood. “Hard.”

He snaps his hips and I lose any control I had left. It takes all I have to hold on, to bite my tongue and keep from screaming his name into the hot night.

Every thrust pushes me up the bricks. I can feel the each scrape and the pain just adds to the pleasure. I fist his collar, tighten the stiff white between my fingers, lick at his lips.

He breaths heavy, grunting as he fits his hands under my ass and sifts. He bucks his hips and his eyes go pure white as he cums. I feel it like a gush of fire and my cunt throbs, pulling in every single drop until he’s weak and smiling like a fool.

He lets me down and I feel a hot drip slither down my thigh.

“That was- fucking- wow…” So eloquent. So drunk on him. I can’t stand it.

He licks into me again, slowly this time. His hands cover my face and he holds me there even after he’s pulled away. He smiles and my knees buckle.

Thank God for the wall.

“I don’t know about you,” he says, a hint of a drunken laugh on his tongue. “But we’re gonna do that again. And again. And again.”

Finally, he backs up to fix himself and I can take a full breath.

“Careful,” I warn.

He looks back, brow furrowed in question.

I grin and bite my lip. “You might fall in love with me.”

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair, setting everything back into place. He spins back to me and closes the distance between with two steps. “Ya know something?” He lifts my chin with his thumb. “I wouldn’t mind that one fucking bit.”

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[jumblekinz]

webkinz room decorating tips!

hi. hello. welcome to property brothers: webkinz edition, where I give you some tips for decorating and designing rooms. 

play around with room sizes and placements! this might mean something like splitting one large room into one small room and one medium room because you had more items than originally thought, or something like starting with a small room and changing to a medium room or a large room when you want more space or have more items than originally thought.

that being said - don’t be afraid to fill up small and medium rooms! I find that I like my rooms to have most of the floor space filled, so don’t be afraid to fill up every corner of a small room or add things on counters or tables.

okay this might sound a little insane but when going through your dock, START AT THE END. like scroll allllllll the way to the end. this lets all your items load so your dock doesn’t do any of those weird jumps and you don’t lose your place. 

colors are key! how I start out designing a room is I scroll to the end of my dock and then work backwards and literally throw in ANYTHING that has the same color scheme or palette, and any item that matches the theme. don’t worry about the organization for now, cause if you remove anything from the room, it’ll just go in your recent items, which gives you a section of the dock to easily work with. like here’s a couple of rooms after that process:  

like in the first picture I threw in items that were candy themed! and then right away I can kinda see that some of the items placed in there stick out, like they’re too dark or bold for the color scheme, or there’s not enough of that color in the room to pull it together. one way to identify those items is to take a step back or like. blur your vision - the first things your eyes are drawn too are probably the ones that don’t go, like this:

don’t be afraid to mix themes! what tends to make a room fit together is COLOR and STYLE. like I wouldn’t put a really angular table into a room that mainly has furniture with rounded edges, or vice versa. 

don’t shy away from wshop items! I know this might seem like a basic tip and sound kinda silly, but I used to avoid using wshop items because they weren’t rare/exclusive/etc. but wshop has some great items for room fillers, like simple plants, toys, rugs, and tables. plus, wshop has a lot of simple items that can go with a LOT of themes - things like the white rug or the golden side table or the party time windows. it’s a-okay to use an item that’s wshop or not “rare” if you like how it looks!

ask for help! while everyone has different tastes and will design rooms differently, putting an in-progress room in a group chat or a discord server can help you get some new ideas on how a room is organized, what to add to a room, or ideas for swapping out items.

look through other rooms for inspiration! I like to search pinterest (here’s my board of webkinz inspo) and go through the rooms Michael Webkinz posts on WebkinzNewz. you can see a lot of different themes and design layouts and get some inspiration for your house!

try and make different “areas” or “zones” in your rooms, so you have different places within the room itself! in a bathroom for example, I usually have a toilet zone, a bathtub zone, and a sink zone. or if I’m making a large room that has a bed, I’ll try and siphon off a little area for sleeping. rugs and dividers are great for helping you make these zones!

play around with the space and do what makes you happy! the beauty of webkinz rooms are that you can change them over and over again.

and lastly, while not webkinz, this video by polygon talks about how you can use real interior design tips to decorate your virtual rooms - in the video’s case, they use animal crossing, but I find a lot of the tips are helpful for webkinz too!

happy room decorating!! don’t be afraid to share your rooms on social media or to Michael at [email protected]. there are literally infinite possibilities and I love seeing what people do with their houses!

#webkinz #kinzblr #room design #room design tips #tips & tricks

[theunusuallyferret]

Finally got new digital sketches of the new oc. I'm not used to sketching full body stuff, so the anatomy looks odd. Trying to figure out the color's sections, the feel of the character and try to improve my coloring skills. Made a sketch of the mouth end of his head tail with the beak and pinchers (The sketch on the right side next to the teeth). It's covered by skin folds. It probably looks phallic when fully covered. lol.

Still have no idea for a name. There are two I have written down, but they do sound lazy as they are more of words than names. One was "impish" which is the behavior to be naughty for fun or mischievous. Was thinking "imp" can be a name to call him. For the other word "Hatelijk" a very odd spelt word. It is a Dutch word for loathsome, malicious, mischievous, vicious, and nasty. Found it from simple searching and nothing too deep. I don't know Dutch or anything of it, so if I got this wrong sorry on my part. I just thought the word looked funny and seems to fit the character. I think I might go for hatelijk then his nickname can be "hate" lol.

Lots of words again. Also, I think I'm going to use the terato tag. Only with original characters for that specific purpose. It's my thing and I want to know people's opinions on this with that taste. I'm picky with my monster dudes so I'm making my own.

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[wereh0gz]

Answering some questions about Elysium!

Filling out this questionnaire for @sonic-oc-showdown so that everyone can know a little more about Ely!

(Questions under the cut)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Chuggaconroy's playthrough of Xenoblade Chronicles 2 was fresh on my mind at the time, so I decided to pull a name from there! I first thought of naming it Aegis, but because I saw another OC who had that name already, I decided on Elysium instead, and I think that's for the better. (Plus I'd end up using the name Aegis for an original project later on, so naming it something else made things less confusing lol)

Elysium is a sort of heaven in Greek mythos, so I think it's pretty fitting for a character who's searching for a purpose as well as inner peace in life.

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🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

He's an android, so he's technically ageless. He's modeled after Shadow, who is 15 years old, so you could consider that his age as well.

If you wanna go chronologically, though, he's only existed for a little less than a year.

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🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Nope! No interest in romance. They don't really know what that feels like.

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🍕 - What is their favorite food?

She doesn't have taste receptors or the ability to eat, unfortunately. She wishes she could try flan though, it looks so yummy...

Maybe one day...

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💼 - What do they do for a living?

Thanks to Sonic's world being the way it is, it doesn't have to worry about working for money in the slightest.👍

It does wander the world and occasionally fight against Eggman, if that counts.

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🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

They have quite a few! They take up a lot of different hobbies trying to find what sticks. They like to study a lot of things, mostly culture, biology, astrology, and mythology, as well as travel the world with Livewire. They also really enjoy landscape photography, birdwatching, going to Chao Gardens, literally anything that allows them to study and learn about the nature around them.

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🎯 -What do they do best?

For a good while, he didn't know what he was good at. Being discarded for his inability to fight like other Shadow Androids (among other imperfections) tore his self-esteem to shreds. It took a long time for him to feel like he could be good at anything.

In spite of that, he's got pretty good aim, even if he's unwilling to shoot anyone or anything. He also has near perfect memory (for better or for worse), and is a pretty good photographer.

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🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves to wander and explore new places, seeing new sights and listening to the world around her. She could sit outside for hours upon hours simply watching and hearing people pass by, birds fly overhead, plants shifting in the wind, anything she can notice in her environment. It's her favorite thing to do.

She absolutely hates fighting, even against Eggman's forces, though she knows she's doing the right thing by standing up against him. She hates having to draw her weapon against another and wishes she'd never have to. She also hates speaking. Her voicebox is faulty, so most of the time her voice comes out glitchy and wrong, if it comes out at all.

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❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Its best memories are often some of the most mundane. Waking up and stepping outside to a cool morning shower, watching the sunrise or the sunset, spending the day lazing around on the couch with Livewire and Nebula watching movies, traveling to new places...

The best out of all, though, is seeing the night sky for the first time. It had never seen it before during its short time with Eggman, but when it got to see it for the first time, lying on the grass and gazing up to the cosmos above, it was overcome with a feeling of awe, and of relief, too. It was the most beautiful thing it had ever seen.

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✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Shadow Androids are put through a series of tests before they're considered suitable for deployment. Many of these are combat-based, or speed-based. Defeat a certain amount of enemies under a time limit, reach the goal in a certain amount of time, etc.

Elysium failed all of these.

Those who fail are to be torn apart by the other Shadow Androids, before being thrown out into one of Eggman's personal scrap yards.

They remember all of it, up until the moment their energy reserves ran out, and they completely shut down lying in a pile of scrap metal, completely unable to move.

Good thing Livewire eventually found them, huh?

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🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Yup! He hasn't gotten any redesigns yet, and I don't see him getting any in the foreseeable future.

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🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I saw other people's Shadow Android OCs and Ely eventually popped into my head! I wanted to do something a little more unique with her, though. Most of the ones I've seen either still work for Eggman or rebelled against him, so I decide to make her defective from the start instead since I hadn't seen that before.

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🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Slice of life :]

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💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

It's agender and uses any pronouns! It hasn't figured out what it's sexuality is, though. Probably aroace.

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🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Do the hundreds of thousands of badniks currently online count as siblings? If so, they're all disowned by him.

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🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Eggman kiiiiiiinda counts as a parent right?

Yeah they hate him. Also disowned.

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🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Her backstory. I love when robots who typically don't have any autonomy break away from their creators and original programming and find their own purpose <3

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✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Not enough 😔

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💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

God no. If I ever do that I, I want you to shoot me in the head.

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💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

It has a crippling fear of failure, confrontation, and abandonment, due to its past experiences.

It also hates seeing dismantled robots. That's like gore to it. It begins to panic at the sight of it.

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🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Eggman is definitely their arch-nemesis. He's probably the only person out there they're willing to hurt, given the chance.

As for rivals, they don't have any. They're just not good rival material. They're way too nice and too avoidant of any kind of confrontation.

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🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Over a year now! I made him in June 2022 :]

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🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

I made her just before my birthday in 2022, so I was almost 17! Time flies, huh.

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And that's all! Thanks for reading!

#ramblings #elysium the shadow android #livewire the hedgehog #nebula the chao #those two are mentioned so i'm tagging them in case anyone wants to look in their tags :]

[mysterybooks-world]

to @lezadoodles

You know what, your idea is Almost similar to my idea.

readmore in a tag

Do you know what part made me laugh the most

(So they separately decided to woo Vox )

This part made me laugh a lot

the word woo is funny

I ask @lezadoodles

Okay, quick question, where can I read this story?

 I think of writing it, so if I'll do it, I'll post it on my ao3 profile (lezascribbles)

(lezadoodles) has not written The story yet

I have ideas, scenes, and suggestions And some songs fit the scenes

For example, here is how the story begins

Vox walked angrily to his room. Wondering why he's angry?

the reason is valentino Surprise Surprise. Vox was really looking forward to this day. vox waited in a park. he wait and wait Hours,

so vox Text valentino

Vox: hey Val Where are you

Val: hey Voxxy, I'm in my new club with my worker

Vox: Did you have anything important today?

Val: No, I don't have anything important, just the club.

Why are you asking

Vox: Oh, nothing. I just want you to make sure that you are doing your work. I have enough work for me and I do not want you to throw your work papers at me like last time.

It was a lie

Val: Don't worry dear Angel cake here helps with work as usual.

Val: Another thing: I don't think I will return to the tower. I will be at the    Club.

Val: I'll see you later Voxxy XOXOXO

Vox: you too

vox couldn't believe what happened is still holding his phone And now Vox found himself on his bed. Then he looked at Picture frame on Bedside table. The pictures were of him with his old head and Val browsing and smiling in front of the camera. vox had been looking forward to this day all week. They both agree the day will be A romantic date. No Business & No Velvette No Angel. Just the two of them, vox even made plans for the day like going to their favorite places and going to a fancy restaurant. But valentino forgot their special day. And things get worse When he checked posts on Voxtagram. He saw photo of valentino with Angel Dust. Vox was really angry but then he sigh. Vox stood up and walked to his closet, He started searching among the old boxes for something. Vox took out an old picture book from a box and started checking the pictures. Some pictures of him and Valentino & Velvet, while some pictures of his business and partners in business, some pictures of investors, and Some pictures of events. Finally got to the first pictures These were pictures of when he had his own small studio and television shop. And some pictures with with.. with.. alastor

Vox remembers all these days before he became the CEO of VoxTek And before he met Valentino. How were things great with him and Alastor? He remembers the old times They always drank alcohol on Fridays They were both drunk, leaning on each other, singing and dancing. And they always They change the joke With each other And that times Alastor is cooking for him. Vox remembers trying to cook jambalaya for Alastor. The food was a little burnt, but Alastor Just hummed and then took a bite From the food that Vox cooked, He said that it tasted good and was not bad if it was a little burnt. Vox was happy with his comment, But next time, don't make too much of a mess in the kitchen. He looked at the messy kitchen and looked at Alastor with his hand on his neck with an embarrassed smile Then they burst out laughing. Vox smiles sadly as he remembers all the happy times and how everything was simple and easy. He asks himself what he did wrong with Alastor that made them enemies. His train of thought was interrupted by something licking his face. Vox looked at Vark, his pet shark cuddling and nuzzling him. he smiled and thanked  boy, I needed this. You know what, I think my friend was right. Vark tilted his head to the side as he looked at his dad curiously. When I was still alive I had a close friend, vox told the story

(Important information)from ME: When you see (frind name)

You guys can choose vox's friend

 can be OC Character or y/n The reader is a friend of vox

you guys Choose the gender (him/he)(her/she)(they/them)(doesn't matter)

It is your choice whether (frind name) are in heaven or hell.

vox remembers his teenage days when he was alive

he was with (frind name) drinking bubble tea They talk as usual but when vox told (frind name) about his crush His friend looked at him in a strange way and asked if there was a problem His friend shook They head and said that They only remembered some of their experiences with a relationship. Tell him about their first relationship with (boyfriend/Girlfriend) How wonderful their relationship was And they were both close But happiness does not last long because their (boyfriend/Girlfriend) brokeup Their relationship with them And tell vox how difficult it was for them at these times. And tell him about their relationship another (boyfriend/Girlfriend) How romantic and loving their relationship was however One day it was like someone flipped a switch.I no longer see love in their eyes, as if they lost their love in me. We don't go out on dates as often as before. They are always busy with their friends. And sometimes they ask for some favors from me Sometimes I see them making eye contact with someone else When I talked to them about this simply, they said they were just joking.

How many times have I given them too many chances? Until I had enough, I brokeup With (boyfriend/Girlfriend) They said they were angry and told me that I couldn't find someone like them. I didn't care however I ask myself if I was really the problem and not them. I continued to think a lot in the past few days about my current relationship and my old relationships. And on the last day. I left my house early at five in the morning, And I kept walking and walking and walking and don't ask where I'm going, even though I don't know where I'm going either. Until I reached a cliff and looked at a city & I look up to the sunrise

And guess what I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I don't know if anyone heard or saw me and They wonder who this crazy person is.

When I finished screaming, I felt relieved. It's like I'm getting everything bad out of myself. I have to treat all my previous relationships as life experiences. I shouldn't be sad and I should face my memories. And I   learn to accept reality. And that what I did , I moved on From my relationship. On this day, I felt that my life had become much better. I should not be bothered by the past, but I should enjoy my life.

And guess what, about eight a week. my ex came to ask for my forgiveness and give them another chance. But I said no, but they tried to win me over until they gave up. My words may be harsh, but when I see the expression on their faces Sadness, anger, regret, and They bend their knee for me I felt some victory.

So when I say Love is a waste of time.

I don't mean stop loving your family or friends. but to a love relationship. If you feel ready to be in a new relationship, then this is your decision and Don't rush into things Take all your time.

song P!nk - Try

This is what happened on that day Vark. I think it's time to move on But first. vox stood up and mute Himself and started screaming loudly But without a sound While Vark looks at him surprised. When he stopped screaming, he looked at Vark and vox was moving his mouth, but no sound came out. he Turn mute off. My friend was right When they said when screaming really helps get rid of bad things in myself.

or Here's another opening scene

(friend name) In hell

vox friend is Shop or store owners

vox friend their power like Overlord level Or more if you want them. But they didn't want this position as Overlord So keep their presence secret. They live in their store or shop The only person who knows about them is vox, their best friend.

Important information from me: The shop or store can be anything for example Book café, restaurant, toys store, Pet shop, Tailor shop or clothing store, Pharmacy store, Book store, Comic book store, Plant shop, Furniture shop. Jazz club. Music store, Jewelry store, Antica store

Remember when you choose the store or Shop it will play with the events of the story.

Vox went to visit his friend store or Shop And tell them how Valentino forgot their important day. And tell them about how he's just talking about Angel dust do that or Angel dust this.Their friend told how Alastor had returned after seven years.(friend name) listened to his friend patiently until he calmed down. then (friend name) will say You know what Vox I advised you to Move on in your life So what if Valentino doesn't love you like he used to? Did Val think about your opinion or feelings?, I'm telling you, this is a failed relationship. What's the point if you break up With him And then in the following week you return to him? End matters now and forever with him. My advice: focus on your mental and physical health. As for Alastor You said it yourself or sing Stop giving him the time of day, don't listen to a word he'd say. Don't you see that he enjoys playing with your feelings? He just sees you as other entertainment like everyone else. Aren't you tired of your past and present now? (friend name) sing (Shawn Mendes - Treat You Better) There is no romance here They are just friends.

Now here is Valentino and Alastor's reaction

Valentino

At first, he did not take the matter seriously When Vox told him I'm breaking up with you permanent, He thought vox was just angry But notice the changes in their relationship. He no longer let him touch him or do anything with sex. Val thinks Vox is playing someone who is hard to get. He is confident that vox will come back to him So Val just wait for him A day became days, days became weeks, and weeks became months. Valentino final realized that He really lost Vox. At first he told himself he didn't care about vox. Oh, who am I fooling? I need to win his love again And this is what Val did But of course vox rejects him every time. And when he noticed Alastor trying to take vox from him. He will say l refuse to lose to a stupid furry deer.

Alastor He only noticed a little At first he notice that Vox is no longer watching him Or appears on television. He doesn't see his little Fly devices. At first he didn't care about it and Enjoy some peace and quiet. Days passed And Vox did not appear to him yet. Alastor felt curious and wonders where he is So he Teleport To Vox office. Vox was surprised When Alastor came to him. He asked him what he was doing here in his office. Alastor tried to tease Vox, He said he was just curious why you weren't watching him anymore. Vox interrupted him by simply saying the show is was over. Alastor is confused. Al asked what he meant by these words. I no longer your rival. What. You heard me, What's wrong with you dear? Sad because I left you. Alastor would be like laughs and says That he doesn't care about him And he leaves. Time passed and Alastor was alone in his room Checking out an old photo book. He remembers his old days with Vox. and That is true Al had never been close to anyone. When he first met TV demon, He thought he was just an new entertainment For his enjoyment. But when he started spending time with him, He seemed to like Vox behaviour. And he allowed him to touch him. Alastor remembers the times when he was drunk with Vox And in the morning Alastor finds himself asleep on his couch, cuddling with a sleeping vox. He remembers cooking together. He still remembers his laughter Vox had two laughs one for the show And the second his real laugh. oh how much he adored Vox laugh Like music to his ear. Alastor started to feel a strange feeling. He doesn't want to dmit it But he needs Vox. True, their relationship is not the same as before, but he may try to bring it back by being his friend or Even more then friend. So Alastor started trying to win Vox affection again. And when he noticed Valentino trying to take his Vox from him, he would say. I will broadcast his screams on my radio If he doesn't stay away from MY VOX.

hey Remember when I told you about choosing a shop or store will play a role in the story events

Here are some ideas, for example

If you choose the pharmacy store. ( frind name) It may help treat injured people or If You chose a pet store. (frind name) He will suggest to Vox that he get a pet and they know the perfect animal for him.

A: (frind name) Give Vox a shark puppy It will be known later as vark or B: (frind name) Give Vox a adult shark It will be known later as vark.

Yes I know, I'm a genius.

As for Angel Dust

You can imagine Val was no longer focused on him. he Even gave a Angel Vacation from work for some time. To prove to Vox that he is not obsessed with an angel Dust.

Angel Dust talks to Husk How he owes for Vox And he wishes To Vox continue to reject Val or better yet Valentino release him from the contract to proves his love for Vox.

I can imagine Val asking Angel for advice

For example, Valentino sends angel to Vox To spy on him

Vox knows this And he talks to Angel Dust And they became friends. Because they have something in common and that is They hate Valentino. So Vox protects Angel from Val. like that song

[ANIMATIC] 'Valentino' (Angel + Vox Cover Ver.)

And here's the funny part

I can imagine Valentino asking Angel Dust to spy on Alastor while Alastor asking Angel Dust to spy on Valentino.

Poor angel is in the middle of a love war

Or he could turn this love war to his advantage He thinks about making Alastor kill Valentino for him

As for Velvette

Velvette don't want anything to do with them BUT I can imagine her take advantage From this situation. When Valentino asked her what was wrong with his relationship with Vox. Velvette will say, “You want your Flat-faced Prince to come back to you.” Control your anger And it doesn't cause problems And stop destroying workers and our stuff.

I imagine Alastor asking Charlie or Vaggie for advice for a friend About romance or a love relationship.

Or he talk to Rosie About a friend of his And his relationship with this person. And he asks for advice from him

And when he means a friend, he means himself and Vox

But of course Rosie finds out what he means From his words But she doesn't point it out and say Ok then tell your friend this And she tells him advice about a love relationship.

Here are some songs that suit the story scenes

Vox sing to Valentino Victoria Justice Sings "Beggin' On Your Knees" Blackbear - Do Re Mi Jax - Cinderella Snapped Leah Kate - 10 Things I Hate About You Taylor Swift - We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together Cher Lloyd - None Of My Business Netta Barzilai- Toy

Vox sing to Alastor Victorious Karaoke | Freak the Freak Out SonReal - Can I Get A Witness (Official) Bebe Rexha - I'm A Mess Kelly Clarkson - Stronger

Vox sing Both Valentino and Alastor Demi Lovato - Really Don't Care ft Elizabeth Gillies and Victoria Justice - Take A Hint Marshmello & Anne-Marie - FRIENDS (Lyric Video) Vicetone ft. Kat Nestel - Nothing Stopping Me Mabel - Don't Call Me Up Meghan Trainor - No (Lyrics) Untouchable Conor Maynard - R U Crazy Katy Perry - Part Of Me Zedd & Kehlani - Good Thing Karmin - Acapella Demi Lovato – Sorry Not Sorry

Valentino sing to Vox Lady Gaga - Bad Romance Hooked - Why Don't We

Alastor sing to Vox One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful Trust Fund Baby - Why Don't We

Valentino and Alastor sing to Vox NEFFEX - Rumors Panicland- Bad Word (Lyrics Word) The Vamps - Just My Type

So I will ask you @lezadoodles and you Guys, what do you think of my idea?

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Responses to Philas questions

 What would they name the adopted horse?

Answer: Probably a human name : o. So, probably something like Charlie, hahaha

2. What would Philip think of Hunchback of Notre Dame by Disney?

Answer: Philip would probably have either moments of terrible guilt or panicky moments

3. Would “Call your Name” by Hiroyuki Sawano fit Silas and Philip relationship?

Answer: Cries, yesss, it would totally fit :’c

More Questions and answers:

4. if Philip was to watch MLP, who would you think his favourite character would be?

Answer: I say princess luna : o

5. Will Silas hate Twilight also what powers does he has to live more than 400 years?

Answer: I don’t think Silas would like Twilight : o. And the reason he lives long will be revealed later in the story : )

6. I wonder what memes and analysis would be created if Philip and Silas was Canon to the show’s lore?

Answer: Memes, I wouldn’t know : o. I am terrible at knowing any memes, hahaha.

Peeps would probably analyze them for sure, especially Silas and his struggle to accept the love he had for Philp.

7. Silas: *exists*

Philip: https://www.tumblr.com/dominant-dominion/720660955583954944?source=share

Answer: LOL

8. Would Silas like both the Barbie Movie and Oppenheimer? 💖 🖤

Answer: Silas would enjoy them both for sure : ). Barbie for pointing out the problems in today’s society and for it being so artistic, and Oppenheimer since he enjoys serious movies about history events.

9. How deep in denial is his love for Silas?

Answer: That is a spoiler and for sure will be revealed later in phase 3 : D

10. How do you think Philip x Silas would develop in the canon version of the owl house?

Answer: Like, later in the story? Actually, @oxblooddraws had a good idea about it : 3

11. Okok so, there's this song Tenta acreditar (Try to believe) by AnaVitoria, and is not the whole song, but there's this specific part of the music that's pretty more famous than the music itself and that I think that may fit Philas a bit. (I translated it to english but the whole it's actually in Brazilian Portuguese, in case you wanna search for it)

"And if our romance played on the radio?

And if the news spoke about us?

And if the rest of our lives was one step away?

And if today could maybe be when I meet you?

The beginning of everything"

Yeah idk if it reeeeally actually fits, but still, everytime I listen to it I almost tear bcs I keep remembering abt that lol :,)

Answer: This is so heart warming v.v and in a sad o.o. I think yah, it totally fits Philas : )

12. If Philip x Silas did happened in The original Owl House series do you think they had to tone down the religious undertones to not completely piss of certain religious groups due to it portrayal?

Answer: Yeah, they would for sure tone it down so it didn’t feel like they were taking sides : o

13. Does Philip have a crush on Jesus Christ? Like how I see in many fanarts?

Answer: The Philip from was not the hero doesn’t crush on Jesus like that : o. He does respect him greatly though

14. What are Philip Wittebane taste in men and women what are certain stuff he most attracted to also Silas?

Answer: Well, Philip in my story doesn’t have like preferences : o. The reason he got attracted to Silas is cause Silas wasn’t afraid of him and was kind and affectionate : ). And very hard working too. Also enjoyed to be open about new things since he listened to Philip talk about anything

15. If Philas was canon to the owl house universe how would the fandom react to this pairing?

Answer: Hmmm, I think it would for sure have made peeps like Philip more, hahaha. Those who enjoy Philip as a character would have probably gone feral like I would for them : )

16. What would Philip and Silas think of this horse?

answer:

Philip: They need to stop feeding that horse.

Silas : Hahaha, what a cute video.

#the owl house #philip wittebane #emperor belos #silas harding #silas x oc #silas x philip #philip whittebane #was not the hero

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Dead Letters, Missing Wife; Dead Letter #3

Salt and Siderite

Your parents call to you, "Are you alright?" as you sprint into the house and up to your room.

You barely manage to call out, "Fine!"

Letter number three was right where you left it and you immediately tear it open and sit on your bed.

"My beautiful spouse,

This ring is something I made for you."

"Ring?!" you shout as you realize there was nothing else in the letter.

The heavy paper letter gets dropped on the bed as you desperately start to search the floor for a ring. In the first few seconds you don't find it, the panic rises to a fever pitch and you forget to breathe.

Until you find the dull silver ring resting gently in the carpet.

You pick it up and look it over. It was really extremely unremarkable. Dull gray, not even silver, with a little clear vein of something that runs through it. There is a very small opaque white stone held in the middle.

As far as engagement rings go it is no diamond and is not remotely on the level of expensive looking. It kind of looks a bit cheap.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed, after all this work and mystery and stuff that you've gone through and you get a $10 metal ring.

Still, you slip it on your finger and it fits perfectly.

"My beautiful spouse,

This ring is something I made for you.

I know that it may not look like much, but I am no jewelry or forger. You should see my hands, I hurt myself many times trying to make this ring, but I think it is worth it.

While it may not look like much, it is made from siderite, a rare metal that has only ever been found within meteorites and occasionally found within some space debris like materials retrieved from the moon.

This celestial metal is said to have some unique and extremely helpful properties. Namely, it is something that can be anathema to creatures from outside the realm you are familiar with.

It has also been treated with salt, and I don't think I know that you need to be told what the folklore is around salt. I remember how obsessed you were around that show that had just started coming one when we were young.

This ring will keep you safe. I promise that. I swear on the life that I have.

Salt and siderite.

As long as you have this ring and you wear it as a representation of our wedding vows, you will be protected.

My love for you will out last this world,

Siobhan"

You look down at the ring on your left hand. It's dull and simple and beautiful. You can't stop thinking about Siobhan's hands.

She always had nice hands, always cold, but nice to hold. You remember always grabbing her hand to walk with her wherever you went. You told her is was because she was always so cold that you wanted to keep her warm.

You miss holding her hand.

This ring, how simple but complicated it is, makes you think even more about Siobhan. How much hurt did she put herself through, how much work did it take to make this ring by hand?

Now you feel a little bad. She has done all this work, all for you. And you haven't done anything for her.

All of this because of the things that you said and promised as a child.

Is she doing this for who she thinks you are? Who you were years ago?

Surely you've changed. Your interests and tastes have changed since you were a child. Haven't they?

What about Siobhan? Surely she can't be exactly the same?

It has been at least six years since you were together. Six years. That is a third of your life so far.

A third of her life.

What differences can happen in such a time?

Even the earth is moving to different places in outer space.

Things have changed. They've had to.

Without change can things ever really be said to be alive?

You think many big and deep thoughts as you idly play with the new ring on your finger.

Despite your curiosity, despite your desire to see Siobhan and reunite with her, you had to take some time and think before you open the next letter.

And sometimes life gets in the way.

The letters faded to the background as you had to get back to school and do your studies and work.

The piles of letters and boxes and everything became part of the background.

my kofi with all my fiction

#dead letters missing wife #cosmic fiction #original fiction #if anyone spots the k-os lyric points to you #not as many points if someone spots the bloodborne reference too