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actual-changeling · 5 months
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In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.
I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!
From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!
I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.
The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.
(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)
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If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.
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The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.
insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box
add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box
delete -> self explanatory
on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic
The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.
Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.
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screampied · 2 months
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could you please please pleaseeee do a fic where instead of the gojo winning, hes way too needy and the reader wins while fight fucking in missionary like your previous fic….my ego took a hit with that one 🙏🏽
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 making gojo eat his words and he becomes a whiney embarrassed mess + first part
warnings. fem! reader, missionary, cowgirl, whiney gojo, overstim, praise, dirty talk, mdni.
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“still…won’t shut up, huh. figures,” he grumbles, sliding a hand down your tummy to drag out a whine from you. he was reaching you deep—your legs dangled and jerked from each thrust he’s presenting you. you put a hand in his face as an attempt to shut him up but he grabs it with quick reflexes, chuckling before playful long nibbling on your finger. “don’t try to shut me up. that’s rude.”
you let off a moan, his thickness forever buried into you and it nearly took your breath away. you glare before grumbling a, “you shut up. don’t tell me what to do.”
“i just did,” he whispers, his hips thwack and thwack against you to where your ears ring, lips parting slightly and he leans up close to your ear before slowly sucking on your finger. “i can do this alllll day, princess. you’re just gonna tire yourself o—”
he halts, his breath getting abruptly caught in his throat before you feel gojo twitch, and he lets off a whine before you feel him start to pour a few ropes of cum inside of you. you feel warm, and he completely forgets what he’s about to say.
“you were saying?” you raise your brows, and he’s taken aback once you make your way on top of him, and gojo’s back thrashes against the pillow.
“got some nerve…pinning me down,” he pants, staring at you. you observe his body, droplets of sweat racing down his v-line. gojo’s swollen cock remained deep inside you as you sat upright, playfully creating a few grind movements with your hips. “f-fuck, just ‘cause ‘m sensitive doesn’t mean you won.”
you lean up close to gojo, kissing near the corner of his glossed lips before grinning — slowly and teasingly spreading his arms apart.
he moans from the simplicity of your touch before you whisper, “yes it does. you just don’t wanna admit,” and then you realign yourself, staring down at a panting, out of breath, ruffled hair gojo before simpering. “i know how to make you admit it though.”
“hmpf. how.” he grumbles, contorting his eyebrows before hesitatingly, he brings a hand towards your waist. the smallest pout spreads against his lips before he gawks into your eyes, and oh how flustered he was.
“remember what you told me last time?” you giggle, sneaking a kiss near his chin. “don’t worry about it.”
gojo groans from your soft lips making contact against his skin each time. you drove him crazy, however…
the very moment you started to move your hips against him, riding him he completely loses it. more and more breaths get caught in his throat, and he gives your left hip a tight squeeze and his head throws back. “r-riding me after i cum, fuckin’ brat. you’re so—”
you roll your eyes, leaning in to silence your boyfriend with a kiss. gojo’s muffled moans slither its way into your mouth, and he’s stuck in a ecstasy filled trance the sheer second your pussy grips down against him so firmly.
he was still heavily sensitive, such deep rushes getting to him. you ran your tongue against his in a smooth fashion before you feel gojo whine, sucking against your tongue and he doesn’t even realize it. he trails a hand from your waist to your ass, greeting it with a mean smack to make you moan into his mouth.
still some sorts of brat in him, he found his own eyes starting to roll back into the very depths. he’s chasing his breath as if it was some sort of race, some sort of competition.
he couldn’t get enough of your syrupy sweet taste, gliding his tongue against your upper lip, then your tongue — even the corner of your mouth. whenever gojo was like this, straight after cumming his brains out, by all means was he a messy kisser. momentarily, you pull away and slow your hips down.
“why are you—why are you stopping?” he stammers, and he genuinely sounds needy. no attitude in sight. your cunt was stuffed with a few ropes of his cum, and you felt the mess it created.
his dick twitched inside you from each time you moved against him. “you want me to finish? just admit it, baby.”
“…god, i hate you,” he whines, his bottom lip quavering. the sting, the sugared sting of overstim made him swallow his pride for a brief moment before he huffs out a breath. gojo gives you a glare before lowly sighing. “…finish fucking me.”
“sorry?”
“finish… fucking me.” he mumbles, darting his eyes away.
“can’t understand you when you mumble,” you jokingly tease, bringing a hand down to touch yourself…just a little more teasing. gojo’s eyebrows press in together and seeing him pout out of frustration was the cutest thing. seeing him not get his way.
ironically enough, it’s his turn. after all the teasing he’s put you through.
gojo moans, starting to impatiently bounce his thigh and you intake a sharp breath from feeling him pump his way inside of you just enough for you to feel. “fuck me, f-fuck me. just hurry up. finish riding me,” and then his cerulean blue eyes reach contact towards you — following with a cunning grin. “if you can handle m—”
“you’re such a brat,” you roll your eyes, instantly making him eat his words once you start to roll your hips against him. gojo’s eyes glaze over before he bites his lip to suppress his pathetic whimpers. “but a good boy.”
“……”
he grows dead quiet, soundless before he lets off a moan once you inch closer towards his neck. peppering a soft kiss near the inner part. “can you…can you say that again?”
“say what?” you hum in a soft voice, gingerly wriggling your hips against him, you study his expressions and his jaw tightens. “brat?”
“f-fuck, no, baby the other thing.” he pants, and you giggle — slowing catching on. oh. you always forgot how gojo loved whenever you praised him. it made him feel a feeling he doesn’t even know how to explain.
you softly reply, “good boy. that’s what you wanna hear?”
“y-yeah, yeah,” he swallows, and you continued to grip and clamp down his hefty cock. the weight of his base slams back and forth against you to where he purposely grows silent just to hear the filthy noises your cunt makes. “you—you win, i don’t care anymore jus— keep, keep fucking me, please.”
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jhinthony · 7 months
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Time is relative; its only worth depends upon what we do as it is passing.
ID: Digital Good Omens Fanart; 4 paintings of Aziraphale and Crowley through different eras The upper left corner shows them in the Ottoman Empire in the 1890s, both of them are wearing şalvar, vests and gömlek. Aziraphale is reaching for a plate of güllac that Crowley is holding out to him. The bottom left corner shows Aziraphale and Crowley presenting female and wearing 1960s american fashion. Crowley is leaning smugly towards Aziraphale, dressed as a beatnik. Aziraphale has one hand resting against Crowleys chest, while the other is dabbing a handkerchief at their cheek. Their face is covered with lipstick marks. Aziraphale is dressed in upperclass fashion. The top right shows Aziraphale and Crowley as they appeared in the 1827 Edinburgh flashback. They're walking arm in arm while Crowley is looking over at Aziraphale who is looking excitedly at falling snowflakes. The bottom right shows them dressed for the american southwest. Aziraphale is presenting male and Crowley female. End ID.
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shadowtriovibes · 10 months
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it's a sign of the times
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Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3.2K
Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."
the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]
“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”
“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.
You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.
Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.
You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.
You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).
It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.
“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”
“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.
“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.
You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”
“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”
“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.
“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”
You scoff. Unbelievable.
“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.
You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.
“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.
“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.
Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.
“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”
“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.
“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”
“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”
The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.
Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.
Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.
“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”
“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”
You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.
One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910
We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.
Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.
Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.
Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.
“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.
“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”
Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.
“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”
“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.
“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”
“What is it?” you breathe.
“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”
The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.
“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”
“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.
Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”
“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”
Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.
“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”
“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”
“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”
But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.
That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.
Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.
“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”
“Who?” Ominis asks.
“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”
“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”
You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”
“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.
Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.
“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”
At once, the three of you freeze.
“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”
“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”
“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”
Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.
Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.
Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.
“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”
“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.
“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.
“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”
“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”
You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.
“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”
“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”
“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.
“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”
You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.
“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.
“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”
Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”
“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”
Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”
“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”
Well, that certainly clears things up.
Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.
You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.
“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”
You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.
“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”
“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”
“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”
“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”
“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”
Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.
“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”
Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”
“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”
Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.
“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”
“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”
“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”
You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.
“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”
“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.
“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”
“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”
“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”
Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”
You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.
The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.
You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.
You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.
“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.
“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”
“What’s that?” you ask.
He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”
You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”
He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.
“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”
“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”
He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.
Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.
“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”
“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”
You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”
You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”
Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.
“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”
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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]
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ickadori · 3 months
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Hiiii I love love loveeeee your sukuna and uraume fics, I keep rereading them!!
Had a kinda idea and would love if you could expand or share your thoughts
You said in one of your fics that reader would often go to uraume for sex if they were being punished by sukuna, well what would happen if sukuna walked in on them in the middle of it?
Would he just watch? Be a Bit angry? tell uraume what to do or to stop? Or maybe even punish uraume as well?
Hope your doing well, and looking forward to future stuff<33
cws for fem reader.
Sukuna didn’t often punish you solely due to the fact that you seldomly broke the rules that he had set in place for you.
Even if you had been foolish enough to test the bounds of The King of Curses’ patience when it came to you, there simply weren’t enough rules for you to go about breaking. There were only two rules that he had given you when you were first brought here so long ago - don’t cause harm to yourself, and don’t engage anyone besides himself and Uraume.
You weren’t too keen on hurting yourself, always having been especially sensitive to pain, even as little as a pinprick on your finger was enough to have you sniffling, and even if you had wanted to converse with the staff skittering around the palace, they had all been too terrified to interact with you, no one willing to give you so much as a glance in fear of incurring Sukuna’s wrath.
In total, you had only been punished two times, although you’re starting to think that Sukuna had gone especially easy on you before. You had been assigned to clean the entire upper left wing of the palace, the largest portion of the upstairs, and you had thought your fingers were going to fall off before he finally made you stop scrubbing already pristine floors. The other punishment had been barring you from the gardens, a pastime that he knew you loved. You’d spend most of your days walking the cobbled paths and aww’ing over the different flowers, and even watching the groundskeeper from a distance to keep them unaware of your presence lest they scurry off.
The punishments, which had seemed so cruel and painful in the moment, now pale in comparison to the new punishment that’s been bestowed upon you.
“Until you learn to take what’s given to you, you won’t be getting anything.”
Those were the words that he had left you with when you had been on the cusp of bliss, and nothing more. He had slipped out of you with a heart-shattering squelch and quickly placed his robe onto his broad shoulders, and left your chambers even quicker. It had been a restless night, thanks to him, and simply because you had been a bit too eager to finally take all of him - as if that was such a heinous crime that it warranted this level of punishment!
You had never been more miserable -not even when you had watched your village be razed to the ground- and Sukuna seemed bemused by your refusal to hide it. He smirked and chided you, even snickering with Uraume when the two of them caught you ogling so shamelessly, even going so far as to rocking in your seat.
Uraume always aligned themself with Sukuna when he was around, so them sharing joy over your suffering was to be expected, but Uraume succumbing to your whines and pleas the moment Sukuna left the palace was also to be expected.
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Cornering them was easy enough - Uraume never strayed too far from your side whenever Sukuna wasn’t present. You had been in the gardens, gazing out at the colorful assortments of flowers before your mind had wandered to a past memory, a more lewd one, and suddenly you had been hyper aware of Uraume’s gaze on you.
It had lit your skin afire, blood rushing through your veins and making your head spin. You had practically collapsed in their arms when you neared them, and their hands, cold like ice, had quelled that fire so effortlessly, but there had been another one - one that Sukuna had lit and refused to put out.
“Uraume,” your voice comes out weak, a clear plea woven in between the dulcet tones, and shaky fingers reach out to curl around the belt of their kimono. “Can you.. can you help me?”
“Lord Sukuna has made your punishment known, and I am not inclined to end it early.” Their fingers wrap around your wrist, their grip unnaturally strong, and Uraume gives you a placid look. “It seems you’re still thinking about yourself - you greedy girl. Lord Sukuna’s pleasure should always come before your own—how many times must I tell you this?”
“But, Uraume!” Your whine sounds childish even to you, but the incessant throbbing between your legs is too great for you to care. “It isn’t fair.”
“That isn’t for you to decide.” They push your arms back by your sides, the action causing the floral kimono you wear to slip down a rounded shoulder. “If you behave for a bit longer, then I’m sure Lord Sukuna will—”
“—I don’t want Sukuna.” You’re certain that if you had said that in the earlier days of knowing Uraume, that they would have killed you without a second thought to Sukuna’s orders against harming you. “I want you, Uraume.”
They pause, their hands slackening around your wrists, and you take the opportunity to press your body flush against theirs, your breasts squished against their chest as your lips brush against theirs. “I need you.” Your breaths mix together. “Please - help me.”
There’s a beat of silence before they speak.
“…Lord Sukuna is not due back for another two nights.” Their voice is low, nearly silent, as if Sukuna could somehow witness his most loyal servant’s betrayal. “And he didn’t explicitly say that I wasn’t allowed to pleasure you,” their finger hooks into the crease of your kimono, and your breath quickens as they pull it down, slowly, until your chest is fully revealed. “But rather that he wouldn’t. So, I suppose..this should be fine.”
The chilled air bites at your exposed nipples, the buds quickly hardening, and Uraume puts a small gap between the two of you, a light flush working its way into their cheeks as they brush a finger over the hard bud. Their name leaves your mouth in a moan that they frequently called ‘wantonly’ when in a sour mood, and then your lips are pressing together, their hands working to undo your clothing while yours clutch onto theirs.
The kiss is dizzying -it always is with them- and you hardly notice your nude state when their tongue glides against your own, your mind fogging over as your lips move together. Their hand, cold as ice, clears the haze as it pushes against your stomach, fingers sliding lower until they’re drawing small, slow circles on your clit.
Your mouths part with a suctioned noise. “You poor fool,” Uraume gathers your slick on their fingers, the sheer amount of it making the both of you moan in astonishment, and they smear it over your folds before going back to your clit. “You’ve been suffering, haven’t you?” There’s an amused lilt to their voice, but you pay it no mind, too busy mouthing at the expanse of their neck as they all too easily slip two fingers into your drooling hole, thumb pressed firm to your throbbing nub.
You choke on a cry, shoulders tensing and toes curling in your geta sandals, and all it takes is one rub of their fingers against your walls to have you falling apart; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, head tossed back, and back arched as you cum on their fingers.
Chants of Uraume leave you as they keep pumping their fingers, soft pads abusing that spot that never fails to turn you into a sloppy mess -something that they so frequently call you when you get like this- and their lips finding yours once again.
You quickly end up with your back against the flowers, mind too far gone to be upset over the broken stems and ruined petals. Uraume has taken to burrowing themself between your thighs, hands traveling up your waist and front to grope at your heaving breasts, mouth latched onto your cunt.
You’re sensitive - no doubt the result of Sukuna’s punishment, and every touch from Uraume is felt tenfold. Every swipe of their tongue sent a tingle of pleasure up your spine, every suckle on your clit made dots appear in your vision, and every squeeze and pinch of your breasts made your hole clench and ooze.
“Ura—” Your breath hitches when they groan against you, and you feel another high approaching, this one more intense than the last. Lithe fingers stretch you open, more than you’ve been stretched for weeks, and a skillful tongue flattens over your clit. You pull up tufts of grass and barely blossomed flowers as your hands scramble for purchase, your heels digging into the dirt.
Uraume speaks into your clit, the words lost on you, and your hands fly to their hair, fingers curling into the strands as something strong and paralyzing zips through you. Your muscles tense, tendons in your neck straining, eyes rolling, and then you’re relaxing just as fast, body slumping against the ground, lashes fluttering, and chest raising with soft breaths.
“Uraume..” You sigh, and the sun which had been steadily beaming its warm rays down onto the both of you is suddenly dimmed. You blink your eyes open, Uraume’s head slowly raising from between your thighs, and the both of you make a strangled noise at the sight of Sukuna towering over the both of you.
Two sets of eyes drag over the both of your forms, lingering on Uraume’s slick coated face and the mess between your thighs. His gaze collides with yours, and if your body didn’t feel as if it was made out of jelly, you would have hidden your face away into Uraume’s neck at the sharp look.
“Looks like I’ve got two brats to teach a lesson now.” Uraume flinches at the newly acquired title, and you flinch at the dark grin he casts down on the both of you.
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“Oh, don’t sleep on me now,” a heavy smack lands on your ass, and you huff out a breath at the sting, tired eyes struggling to stay open. Uraume is laid beside you in a similar state - body flushed, hair disheveled, face mushed against the sheets to stifle their noises.
“You had a measly two days left to go.” Sukuna directs his words at you, his hips snapping forward to sink his cock into Uraume. “But you couldn’t keep this needy little thing in check.” Three thick fingers slam into the ‘needy little thing’ in question, and you keen, wet lashes squeezing shut. “And you.”
One hand grabs a fistful of white hair, and Uraume groans as they’re pulled up, lips coated in their own drool. “My most loyal falling victim to pussy of all things - pathetic.”
“L-Lord Sukuna!” Uraume’s hole is stretched to its limit around two cocks, and you feel a sob fight its way out of your throat at the sight. That’s what had caused all this - Sukuna freely being so rough and brutish with Uraume, not thinking twice before stuffing them full of everything he had, yet not doing the same for you.
“‘S not fair!” You cry, his fingers curling upwards to mash against that gummy spot inside you. “Ryomen!”
“Shut your mouth, girl.” Another hand moves to fiddle with your clit, and you feel an orgasm approaching, but you know he won’t let you have it. “You’ve talked enough, haven’t you?” His fingers spread and scissor inside you, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge before he’s slipping his hands away, a dark snicker leaving him as he steals your bliss away.
Uraume chooses then to moan out, your orgasm transferred over to them, and you feel painfully empty, hips pushing back in a silent beg as you whine into the sheets.
“I’ll fuck you until you’re sick of it,” he speaks against Uraume’s ear but his eyes are locked on yours. “So the next time she whines for you to touch this greedy pussy of hers while she’s on punishment,” his fingers slip their way back inside, “you’ll remember this and think twice.” His eyes narrow on you. “And you’ll watch me give them what you so desperately crave.”
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linopls · 5 months
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kinktober day seventeen
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threesome 3racha x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v, so much praise, overstimulation 1.5k words
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“god, you’re so pretty, y/n.”
“you’re so good for us.”
“baby, you’re doing so well.”
the praises kept pouring from their mouths. you could barely make out whose voice belonged to who. the only factual information you knew was that you were propped up against chan, your back against his front, and he had one of his muscular arms wrapped around your middle and his beautiful painted fingers were toying with your clit.
you knew jisung was lying on his stomach in front of you, tongue lapping at your hole like a starved man. his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, preventing your hips from moving. every so often he would part from your core to leave small hickeys on your inner thighs.
you knew changbin was to your right, his lips attached to your neck and upper chest. you would moan every time his teeth would sink into your skin and you knew that for the next week you would have to wear turtlenecks. you could also see, vaguely and from the corner of your eye, changbin palming himself through his basketball shorts.
“still okay?” chan whispers into your left ear.
you nod. you were more than okay. when your loving boyfriend chan invited you over today, explicitly stating that hyunjin was out of the dorm, you knew the events that would be going down and you could hardly focus on the road on the drive over. 
you had fooled around with jisung and changbin before, a year or two ago, prior to your relationship with chan. last week chan asked which of the three of them was best in bed and you replied:
“it’s been too long to even remember. my rankings would be biased and inaccurate.”
to which chan replied:
“let’s refresh your memory soon then.”
so now your current job is to be taking mental notes and presenting with a ranking when the event has finished. but you could hardly remember your own name, let alone who is favorable in bed. you would be astonished if you were fucked so stupid that you could remember the order in which they did you. 
“good.” you can hear the cheesy smile in chan’s voice. “binnie, do you want to go first, since you were first in y/n.”
changbin erupts into laughter and even jisung chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you moan.
“of course,” changbin smiles, lifting his neck from the crook of your neck and placing one sweet kiss to your lips. 
“jisung, move,” chan snaps, trying to pry jisung’s head away from your cunt with his free hand. 
jisung looks up from your pussy panting. his eyes glossy and filled with lust, a look you haven’t seen in a year. he takes one more lick, from your dripping hole to just where chan’s fingers meet your clit.
“i’m sorry,” he says, out of breath. “she just tastes so good.”
“we know,” changbin and chan say in unison. 
“you’re next, ji” chan says.
“yeah, it’s my turn,” changbin giggles, almost lifting up jisung and moving him to your left side. 
changbin balances himself on his knees between your legs, his muscular thighs parting your legs so easily. he pulls his shorts down just far enough to free his cock from the restraints. the sight makes your mouth water. the sinful acts you will be indulging in with one of your past flings, while your boyfriend holds you so close makes your brain go numb.
“are you ready, baby?” changbin asks as presses his tip against your entrance. chan uses the two fingers that were circling your clit to spread your lips for changbin.
“mhm,” you nod. 
changbin very slowly pushes himself inside you. you had forgotten how thick his cock was. he was shorter than chan, but much thicker. the stretch burns as causes tears to form in your eyes but its also incredibly pleasurable and your hips move up to meet his.
when changbin bottoms out, chan moves his hand up to your mouth and you eagerly take them in your mouth. you pan your eyes over to jisung, whose mouth is slightly agape as he’s knelt next to you. he’s gently palming himself through his sweats. 
as chan’s fingers explore your mouth, you gaze back and forth between the two boys in front of you. chan removes his fingers and moves them back down to your clit, pinching the bud a couple times before returning to rubbing circles and figure eights. 
changbin begins to move his hips faster, he wraps his hands under your thighs and gently pushes back on them. the new angle has you seeing stars and reaching your high embarrassingly quick.
“binnie, please!” you cry. “gonna cum. keep going.”
“you’re doing so well, love,” chan whispers into your ear, his voice sending waves of pleasure through your body.
“fuck,” changbin groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.
you take hold of chan’s forearm with one of your hands and dig your nails into his skin. you reach your other hand out to one of jisung’s thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats, trying to ground yourself as changbin brings you over the edge.
“cumming!” you whine, back fully arching off of chan’s front and your head laying back on his shoulder. your hold on his forearm is probably strong enough to draw blood and rip the fabric of jisung’s sweats. 
“that’s it, pretty girl,” chan coos.
changbin is quick to finish as well, spilling his seed inside of you. chan continues to rub circles on your clit, overstimulating you, until you're begging for a break.
changbin slides out and jisung is quick to replace him. looking for your approving nod before pushing himself inside you. the squelching noises of your own arousal and changbin’s release sounds so errotic, you feel as though you could cum from the sound alone. 
jisung grabs hold of your hips to balance himself and begins to move. jisung isn’t as thick as changbin, but he’s slightly longer, reaching spots that changbin couldn’t reach. you wiggle your hips down to try and feel more of him.
“my god,” jisung groans, quickening his pace. changbin’s cum acting as a lube, making it easy for jisung to drill into you.
“so pretty,” chan chuckles, moving his fingers back down to rub your clit again. the feeling of oversensitivity makes you squirm in their grasps.
changbin uses one of his hands to press down on your lower stomach, in part to hold down your squirming body but to also help apply more pressure. you whine at the feeling of a second orgasm quickly forming.
“feel good, baby?” changbin asks, moving his thumb back and forth over your stomach.
you nod profusely. cries and moans pouring from your mouth, begging jisung to let you release all over him.
“let go, baby,” jisung moans. “please cum for me.”
your release is one of the most intense ones you’ve had in a while. your vision going hazy and your hearing cutting out for a second. when you come back to your senses, your legs shaking. chan is no longer behind you, but on his knees over top of you.
jisung is still to your left, but holding a bottle of water.
“you okay, baby doll?” he asks, helping you sit up and place the water bottle to your lips.
you nod and chan slides his hands gently up and down your thighs.
“you did amazing for us, love,” chan says softly.
“so, so, so good.” one of changbin’s hands come up to rub your back.
“do you think you can do one more? for me?” chan asks, gently spreading your legs by your knees. 
you nod and the two other boys help you lay flat against the bed as chan lines himself up with your entrance. his slow push inside of you burns, he’s about as thick as changbin but with the same length as jisung. he hits all of the spots you didn’t even know you had. the slide in is easy, prepped by the two boys before him. 
jisung and changbin lay on either side of you and pressed soft and gentle kisses to your face, neck, and chest. one of jisung’s hands slide down to your clit to rub small shapes on the overstimulated bud. you’ve lost all strength to move, but you moan and cry out as your handsome boyfriend begins his assault on your used pussy.
“that’s my pretty girl. always doing so good for me,” chan praises, his thick cock sliding smoothly against your walls.
“channie,” you cry.
“you can, baby,” he purrs, “i know you’re tired so whenever you want to.”
it’s like he can read your mind. he moves his hips a bit faster, not enough to ruin you for a third time, but just enough to make you feel like your on Cloud 9.
“cum with me, please,” you say with what strength you had left. 
“of course,” he says with a cheesy smile.
you close your eyes and let your third orgasm wash over you. you back arches up and both chan and jisung gently work you through it. changbin mumbles words of encouragement against your skin. 
the last thing you remember hearing before letting the exhaustion overtake your body was jisung asking:
“so who was the best?”
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azullynxx · 21 days
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𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘
𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: @𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻
Warning: Sexual Content
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Alastor's calloused finger contrasted against the comfort of her body. Behind the protection of the clothing that holds her bosom, his touches grazed against her skin playfully, applying pressure that kindled unfathomable pleasure surging through her veins. She was thoroughly enveloped in the inescapable, deceiving trick of fog, unable to accurately comprehend and respond rationally.
Her lengthy eyelashes glistened with moisture, with tiny droplets escaping from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. Her mouth gaped open, seeking desperately for the coolness of the air that enveloped her. A soft, needy mewl escaped her lips as her back gently arched, instinctively responding to his subtle command. Pressing against his clothed form, she luxuriated in the sensation of his hands meticulously traversing every inch of her body, exploring with a fervor that left delicate rosette patterns hinted at by the faint redness of his nails.
Her head nestled deeper against the curve of his nape, reveling in the sensation of his hair gently tickling the surface of her damp cheeks. With each movement, she sought to soothe the burgeoning intensity spreading throughout her body, yearning to be enveloped by the familiar warmth of his touch, a comfort that could drown out her flawed senses completely. In the ever-present moment, she found herself incessantly craving his tender caress, longing for him to explore every facet of her being. She surrendered her will to him completely, placing her trust in his capable hands.
He breathed in her scent, his low voice wafting against her skin. “My, aren’t you lovely, my dear?”
The way she was displayed under him, daringly exposed, seemed inappropriate, yet his hues gleamed at her with primal enjoyment, betraying a deeper desire. 
Intertwining his calloused fingers in her tangled hair, he pulled her away from his neck, momentarily breaking the cocoon of warmth they shared. With a devious smile dancing on his lips, Alastor lowered his head, his breath mingling with hers in a tantalizing dance of proximity. Their noses brushed against each other, a brief moment of intimate connection amidst the heated tension. He savored the scent of her breath, tainted with traces of alcohol, adding a heady edge to the intoxicating allure between them.
"Deviously lovely," he murmured as his lips brushed against her parted ones, bridging the gap. His eyes traced the way she responded, closing her eyes and pressing her lips eagerly against his.
Slipping his sultry tongue through every corner of her cavern, he relished the taste of her saliva, exchanging distinct flavors that were uniquely their own.
His hand intimately unfastened the clothing that caged her breasts, while his ear found pleasure in the sacrilegious, muffled gospel of emitted moans escaping from her lips, mingling with the faint noises of their connected mouths.
Her fingertips grazed his cheeks with gentle caresses. With a tender touch, she then entangled her fingers in his luscious locks, savoring the sensation of their softness against her skin.
Their heads tilted to the side, locked in a continuous exchange of forbidden intimacy. He remained there, taking satisfaction in every aspect of her presence, from the delicate softness of her touch to the warmth emanating from her bared body pressed against his own.
Breaking the kiss, they both gasped desperately for air, their chests rising and falling with the urgency of their need. A glistening string of saliva lingered on the surface of their lips as he wore his grin on his face.
With his prevailing hues fixed upon her, he watched as she sloppily unbuttoned the remaining clothes adorning his upper body, tossing them aside without a second thought. Then, with a hunger that betrayed his dominance, he devoured her lips, asserting his control over her with each tilt of his head.
Having her bare breasts, captivating body, and legs brushing against him, Alastor's focus was drawn irresistibly to her changing expression, an entertainment displayed for him. In a swift motion, he traced his fingertips southward from the gentle curve of her chest, down her smooth, bare abdomen, and ultimately between her parted legs, where anticipation hung thick in the air.
Dipping his calloused fingers into the waistband of her lingerie, he teasingly grazes his fingertips against her warmth before skillfully slipping aside the soaked fabric guarding it.
Y/N gasped, as she closed her eyes, relishing the foreign sensation that was flowing through her body. His fingers worked in small, tantalizing circles over her button, eliciting an involuntary tightening of her grip.
Alastor smirked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he observed her reaction, humming softly.
"Feeling a bit needy now, aren't we, dear?" he teased, his voice laced with playful arrogance.
The sensation of his clothed erection sliding roughly against her half-clothed slit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her mind and body, plunging her into a state of delirium. With a faint toss of her head back, she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, granting him the chance to leave a sultry mark on her skin, his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh as her blood seeped through his mouth, tasting it in delight.
His palm rested firmly atop her plump, uncovered chest, eliciting soft whimpers that echoed through the room. Desperate for his touch, she willingly allowed him to knead her breast.
His clothed erection pressing against her was undeniably tempting, igniting a craving within her that surpassed the pleasure she knew. She yearned for more, her desire mounting with each passing moment.
Y/N's hips instinctively bucked against his, a silent plea for more, her body responding to his touch in ways beyond her control. Each movement was a subtle yet undeniable hint, urging him to take things further and push the boundaries of pleasure they were exploring together.
His throat emitted a chuckle, thoroughly amused by her needy actions, as her mouth continued to emit pleading cries. Her desperation only fueled his desire to indulge her further.
She had become his new form of entertainment.
Alastor's gaze lingered on her slit, adorned with her intoxicating essence. A sly smile played across his lips as he deftly moved his fingers, eliciting a tremor of pleasure to ripple through her body. With a delicate arch of her back and an unconscious buckling of her hips, she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her lower body.
She hummed.
A moan escaped her lips, muffled by her arm, as Alastor purposefully delved his fingers into her slick folds. Her breath hitched at the unfamiliar sensation, and her mind was clouded by the overwhelming pleasure that surged through her body. Sensations contradictory to pleasure were swiftly overridden as she surrendered to the intoxicating feeling. Her desire surged to new heights as he continued to lavish her neck with sensual kisses, his lips trailing down to her chest, where he teasingly sucked on the edges of her nipple. Each sensation ignited a fierce fire, driving her to the brink of madness as her body succumbed to insatiable cravings, fulfilling her deepest desires without restraint.
His muted groans reverberated against her chest as he hungrily nibbled and sucked on her bud, his actions reminiscent of those of a hungry child. With deliberate precision, he pinched and rolled her nipple on his tongue, each movement sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. 
She stifled a moan, her moist walls eagerly clamping around his digits as he rhythmically stroked his fingers in and out of her sensitive core. The action unfolded directly between her legs; the sensation was overwhelming as he skillfully manipulated her, driving her closer to the edge. Her fluids coated his fingers.
"Such a sight to behold, indeed,” he teased, the curled of his lips painting his face was growing as he began to increase the pace and add additional pressure.
“Mmm…!
Her brain seemed to short-circuit, lost in a whirlwind of incoherent murmurs and curses. Her hands tangled messily in his hair, gripping and tugging at his locks.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried to focus solely on the intense pleasure he was delivering, feeling its potent effects on her vulnerable body. Each sensation seemed to penetrate her very core, overwhelming her senses and leaving her completely captivated by the pleasure.
"It feels so... w-weird," Y/N gasped between breaths.
His finger slowly dipped deeper inside her, causing her hips to instinctively buck.
“Well, why, of course!” He began in response to her amusing reaction, adding another finger and increasing the pace of his movements. "This kind of thing is intended for that sole purpose."
Hovering in front of her, his lips once more leave her skin a profound tattoo as he then moves to her bud with fervent attention.
The way she cries and pleads is intoxicating, her innocent, half-lidded eyes watching him with a mix of desire and anticipation as he performs the meticulous actions she unknowingly craves. She begs him to indulge her body further, her hips writhing and grinding against his fingers in a desperate attempt to satisfy the insatiable hunger. Yet it becomes evident to him that her desires extend beyond the touch of his fingers alone.
He can feel the throbbing on his lower half, yearning to be released from its confines, to enter her tight entrance. He can sense her craving for more, her body trembling with anticipation as she surrenders herself to the pleasure. The thought ignites a daunting temptation within him, compelling him to unleash his desire for her.
Alastor felt her moist muscles begin to clench around his fingers, a telltale sign that she was on the brink of release. Saliva once again seeped from her mouth, and she was unable to contain her cries of pleasure. However, just as she was on the verge of climax, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, eliciting a pleading mewl from her lips.
He smirked.
His voice low and guttural with desire as he unbuckled his belt.
❝I desperately need to be inside you.❞
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HAZBIN HOTEL MASTERLIST | Part 2
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AYYO I'm not that experienced writing this type of stuff 😭
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unsleepingtales · 4 months
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FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR TRAILER CHARACTER ART BREAKDOWN
The character artist credited for this season on the FAQ is Cait May! Without further ado, let's get into it.
Each character card has the PC art, the PC's name, the player's name, and a couple extra details such as an NPC they're connected to and/or plot points from the previous seasons.
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Here is Adaine's character card! Boggy gets pride of place of course, with his backpack and ESF (Emotional Support Frog) flag. The sword is possibly a step towards confirming the popular prediction that Adaine will multiclass as a Fighter this season. There's also a small sketch of Jawbone in the corner. Adaine's jacket has an owlbears patch on the sleeve!
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Fabian's character card follows a similar formula. There's a small sketch of Bill Seacaster in the upper left corner (titled PA-PA), and there are many references to dancing. Fabian holds his sheet. In several places the words Toxic Masculinity have been crossed out! He dances now! One of Fabian's first defining lines is referenced: "I'm here to be great!"
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It's not very clear what this ticket is for, but to me it looks like a ticket to a dance recital!
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Kristen's character card is next! The many holy symbols she has previously believed in are seen, a sun has been crossed out, as well as "yes?". Cassandra appears in the upper right corner, while an ear of corn appears in the lower left, not crossed out!
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Cassandra looks vaguely worried, which could be their natural state, or it could indicate that Kristen's questions of faith are still just as present as they have been previously.
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Riz's character card is a lot more detailed than the previous ones. Trailer analysts far more intense than I will have a field day with this, I'm gonna give the sparknotes. Riz takes front and center, with his (un)license above his shoulder! Next to him is a sketch of Coach Daybreak. Several sticky notes with the words Night Yorb appear, as well as references Riz's previous cases. Drawings of Kalvaxus and a Corn Cutie are next to each other. The photo of Pok and Kalina is shown, as is a drawing of Baron. There's also a sticky note with "Jorjug" on it, which probably isn't as important but I certainly enjoy it.
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Fig's character card features her art for the season, a large Anarchy symbol, and her bass guitar. A small sketch of Gilear is shown, as well as a ticket to what's likely a Cig Figs concert, and a skateboard!
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The toe of a combat boot is poking out from behind the paper with the skateboard on it. Burn Towns, Get Money is also written in the corner, which is the name of one of Fig and the Cig Figs' hit songs. The Sig Figs Collective put out a fan song version that slaps, which you can find here! (Tbh you should just check out their whole discography)
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Gorgug and his greatest hits appear on this character card! The 'are you my dad' bit keeps on running. Keep Going is also written several times. The white streaks are still in his hair, headphones around his neck, and his axe gets the most movement we've seen in one of these cards.
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(Gorgug gets a small animation in the transition to his character card!)
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The word metal is shown, as well as a sketch of the metal flower from the very first episode.
There are also a couple of group shots!
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Look at them go! The Bad Kids are back and I am so excited to see where they go this year.
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awniie · 2 months
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ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ their reaction to you wearing their clothes (gojo , namani , choso )
ʚ content: suggestive, fem!reader , underwear stealing (but reverse) , domestic wife? whiny choso, drabble , no actual smut, spanking? , gojo calls reader (greedy, whore, brat ) proof read to an extent ֺ ♡
ʚ note: I kinda love this one, was tempted to write a whole one-shot with gojo ⊹ ݁ ° ⋆ 
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ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ namani - button up !
Nanami came home from a long day at work to you, cooking something aromatic in the kitchen, gowned in one of his button up shirts. His eyebrows pulled taunt as he took in the sight. You’d never wore any of his shirts before, probably because he was so precise with his clothing. “These are strictly for work” Nanami mani recalled informing you one lazy afternoon, as he hung up the identical shirts on the hangers in the walk-in closet you shared. But, what he failed to remember was that today was your big spring cleaning day, not corner was to be left unattended. So naturally, you worked your way into the closet and gotten into his excess of button-ups and did some ‘reorganizing.’
Your husband silently cursed himself for restricting your access to his wardrobe before. His brown narrow eyes lazily drifted over your figure. The shirt was oversized on you, barely hanging on to your shoulders. The buttons on the collar were unfastened, revealing your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. The slits on the hem exposing your upper-thighs covered in stretch marks. He was practically drooling. You were a pretty wrapped birthday present, practically begging to be delicately undone.
“Oh hi Ken’! How was work?” You chirp, looking up from the cutting board with a big smile, unaware of the way your husband ogled you and your body. He had only a little bit of his restraint left as he grunting out a half-hearted “fine” before he comes up behind you, your back up against his chest and heavy fingertips at your hips. He softly kisses your jaw and works down to your neck, taking advantage of his position to peer the collar of his shirt that was just soo loose on you. “Darling, what did I say about wearing my shirts?” He questioned crossly. He wasn’t really mad, he just like the way you let out those nervous giggles whenever you were caught doing something you were supposed to. “Oh, this?” you play clueless as he peppers open-mouthed kisses across your neck. “It’s just one of your old ones. It’s practically a rag.” you tell him, letting out a surprised gasp and his mouth moves to the your pulse, teasing it with his mouth. He let out a ‘tsk’ “No wife of mine will be wearing a rag.” He runs a hand underneath the warm linen, caressing your skin directly.
“Let me take them off you then.”
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ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ choso - graphic tee !
You and your boyfriend choso share a closet and also a fashion sense, so naturally your happen to have mix-ups with your clothes. You’ve mixed some of his socks with yours, grabbing the other’s similar colored hoodie by accident. He’s even had one of your lacy panties on the back of his shirt, which you took off and showed him, getting a confused look and a furious blush in return. Any sort of clothing mishap, you guys have had it and today was no different. So when you accidentally put on one of his graphic tees early this morning, he didn’t think much of it.
He opened his mouth to tell you, but closed it as he watched you move in it. It was big on you, but he loved it. The way it slid off the shoulder, revealing the fact that you were not wearing a bra. How it only came down to about halfway down your thighs, so when you bent it over it would rise up and he could see the pink fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help himself, so he followed you around the apartment all day like a lost puppy, trying to sneak a look at all your parts. Of course, you eventually noticed and you thought it was the cutest. So you decided to put on a show for him. You purposely tried to grab at items high on the shelf, just so you could torture him when the shirt rose above your hips and shoved your midriff and ass. He’d try so hard not to be too obvious, but when you would suddenly turn around and catch him staring, he’d start blushing and grab whatever you were reaching for you, avoiding eye contact.
Eventually, he got desperate. When you were preoccupied, he came up from behind you, lifting up the back of the shirt without difficulty. You were taken aback and tried to turn around and face him, but he was pressed against you firmly. “Cho’! You’d better be careful with your shirt.” You warned him with faux innocence, but not before rubbing your backside against him. You loved him like this, all whiny and raspy voiced. He groaned at the stimulation of you pressing on him and swallowed hard. “Don’t care baby. Need you so badly.” He whined, grinding his crotch against the fat of your ass.
“You’ve been teasing me all day. J’s need to get my damn shirt off you.”
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ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ satoru - boxers !
It was late in the morning as your boyfriend satoru was doing his morning routine. Teeth brushed? Check. Face washed? Check. He had laid out his clothes, ready to put them on when he realized his black boxers were missing. “Babe?” He called out from the bathroom. “Have you seen my boxers…they were literally right here.” You respnded with an eyebrow furrowed. “No, I haven’t? Maybe you thought you did. Just grab another pair.” You advise, moving on to the next thing. Your boyfriend isn’t stupid though , no matter what you might say. He swore he places his underwear along with the rest of his clothes but it was childish to keep discussing over it, so he simply got a new pair.
This mystery didn’t go away though, in fact it started occurring more and more often. His boxers were going missing. His drawer filled with the, started to get more and more empty, seemingly every wash day. What was worst was that every time he tried to inform of you this phenomenon, you’d brush it off. “You’re such a child ‘toru.” you’d tease him. “There probably scattered around the house somewhere, you never put your clothes away.” scoffing and shutting down the possibility of there being some kind of…boxer thief. He’d rolled his eyes and try to press on but you weren’t hearing it. So he would have to find the culprit himself. He checked the dryer, making sure nothing had disappeared inside. Nothing. Then he’d check the dirty clothes hamper and his side of the closet, just to double check. Nothing. Logically thinking, there was only two of you in the apartment. So logically, the only person who could be taking his boxer…could be you. When he’d bought it up, you shoved the thought back down. “No, gojo. I haven’t been taking your underwear. I don’t want to hear anymore about this. If you need some so bad, I’ll go to the store with you we can buy some more.” You’d told him, not looking up from your phone. He knows it was wrong but, he didn’t believe you 100%. So, if you didn’t want to admit it, he’ll just have to prove it for himself.
“Oh my gosh, toru what are you doing?!” You yelped, as your boyfriend literally pantsed you. He couldn’t care less about your squeals and squirming, as there right in front of him was his missing boxers. He brought a heavy hand down on your ass, watching it jiggle. “See babe, guess I was right.” He’d gloat, bounding your two wrists together with his hand, bending you over the kitchen counter. You felt your face warm in some sort of twisted mix of shame and arousal. “I’m sorry, they’re just so much more comfortable than my panties.” You confessed, letting out another yelp as he brought another slap to your ass. “Sneaky ass bitch. Thinking you can take my boxers and then lie about it. If you wanted to borrow some, ya’ should’ve just asked.” He scolded you, his own boner poking out of one of the only pairs of underwear he has left. He rubbed his cock against your clothed cunt, bringing out whines from you.”
“Since you like my damn boxers so much, I’ll fuck you with them still on.”
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@awniie’s please don’t steal ! ㅤㅤㅤ⭑
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nyrovi2k · 3 months
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My Obsession ¬ Simpbur Smut.
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Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, Wilbur is a stalker, Wilbur is a weirdo and deems himself a pathetic one at that, panty sniffing, insinuated male masturbation, Wilbur thinks he's entitled to reader, reader is an introvert, self-degradation, panty stealing, size kink, somnophilia, reader ends up enjoying it at the end, my writing is horrible.
Word count: 5.1k
If I've missed anything please let me know!
Wilbur Soot was no fool, in fact he was quite a smart man, with a smart sounding job and a big mouth that spouted out many unwarranted facts every so often. But with all his brains and quite frankly unnecessary knowledge, he unfortunately fell victim to something that had consumed his every waking thought. Most, if not all, days were spent in his own little world.
You.
His obsession.
He'd think about you whenever he got the spare chance. Which was most of the time considering he never really left his house unless it was for work related purposes. Or of course, again.. you.
He didn't like to dwell on his mindset for too long, he knew he was nowhere near normal. It wasn't just a simple crush after all.
He knows where you live, who your past and current relationships are, where you like to go after work most days, your mother's maiden name, where you grew up and which school and college you went to.
But who didn't do a little background check on the person they're heavily interested in? He was completely, sane, normal and in his own right to conduct research.
Every day in the office he'd find some way to be somewhere in your vicinity, by the water stand, the community kitchen for all staff to use, the breakroom, and by God he was so glad the printer was right next to your desk.
Somehow, this all went unnoticed by you. Stupid girl.
It was quite a wonder how you had completely missed this 6"6, lanky, nervous little wreck of a man around every corner you turned. Maybe it was the convivence of being stuck to one floor in the office during most of your work hours and your co-workers having similar responsibilities so it wasn't abnormal to see the same faces.
And oh what a coincidence, your break had just started.
Finishing up your last sentence on an email that was due to be reviewed and sent later that day, you quickly saved your work having completed all of the work assigned to you for the day was such a wonderful feeling. You'd just have to send that email off for reviewing and then you could request to leave early with a likely yes following shortly after.
Stretching your arms above your head, hearing the satisfying pop of your tired bones you finally stood up, wincing at the feeling in your back and legs.
Walking over to the breakroom you contemplated on going back to your desk and simply sending off the email anyways and going home earlier. Then again, you'd made a small note to yourself a while ago to socialise more frequently with your colleagues. So, instead of doing the more predominantly introverted and more comfortable option, you found yourself opening the door to the already full of chatter breakroom, finding a few people already scattered around the decently sized room.
"Oh, Y/n!" Immediately your presence was made known. Shannon, really a lovely girl, but too loud and rambunctious if that made sense.
Adorning a small smile, you walk over to where she's sat on one of the couches, a few others around. You sit down next to her, folding one leg over the other.
"Hey Shannon." You greet her back politely, glancing around at the people sat in a dysfunctional kind of circle around you, trying not to take notice of them for too long.
"I feel like we haven't spoken in ages, where do you keep wandering off to when I need you?" She pouts and leans her elbow on the back of the couch, presenting a more casual sitting position as she turns her upper body to face you.
"Oh well I um.. I tend to usually go home after finishing all of my work, so.." Tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face you offer another, albeit sheepish, smile.
"Come hang out with us more, I feel like we barely know anything about you." Comes another voice, Aaron, sat on the sofa to your left.
"Okay but speaking of work," which earns a couple of groans to which Shannon ignores, "what do you guys plan to do about that project? Or was it a presentation...?" Shannon trails off at the end of her sentence.
"Wait what?" You turn to look at her with furrowed brows as confusion takes over your face.
"Did you not get the email or something? Big boss gave us about a week to prepare this presentation due next Tuesday, supposed to be about drawing in more interest and business opportunities for the branch or something." David shrugs, "I can show you when breaks over if you want."
"Wait so did it have a particular group of people set to do this presentation or...?" You look around the group.
"Yeah, m'pretty sure it was you, me, Shannon, David, Aaron, Carly, Isiah and Wilbur." Leah shrugs as she lists off familiar names.
All except one.
You raise an eyebrow, "Who's Wilbur?"
"That really tall guy on his phone over there by the counter." Aaron nods over to just behind you, over your shoulder.
Sure enough you were able to spot him, it wasn't very hard considering he was most definitely the tallest in the room.
He was a little scruffy, but not in an off putting way. With fluffy brown hair that threatened to fall over one of his eyes. A white button up with the top button undone, the bottom untucked. A smart black blazer covered the majority of his upper half, but below some black dress pants and shiny shoes were visible.
He just looked like a normal guy.
"Oh okay." You note and linger for a moment, before turning back around to face the small group.
"So how do we go about getting done with this presentation then?" You hold back the sigh in your tone. Just when you had thought work could be done and dusted with for today, more was dropped directly in your lap.
And what was worse this work forced you to socialise more with your colleagues. More than you thought necessary.
"I say we go to your place and discuss our options." Shannon's small smirk does not go unnoticed.
"My place? W-wait why..?" Again your brows furrow and you look around, this time somewhat more nervously. You didn't particularly want all of these people occupying your living space. Your comfort space, if you will.
"Well none of us have been there before. I mean, I've seen nearly everyone in this little circle's homes, but not yours. Wanna see how Y/n L/n lives." Shannon grins as though she's said something cute, in all fairness to her she couldn't have known that even the insinuation was causing minor jitters.
"Yeah, c'mon man.. it's only fair init?" David is quick to agree, along with everyone else.
And that was how you had found yourself sat on your sofa in your own perfectly and pristinely cleaned living room. You had dusted, hoovered, wiped and de-cluttered mostly the entire house. Your room stayed relatively untouched, who would be going in there anyways?
It didn't take a lot of waiting or pacing for the group to arrive, at their own times of course. Eventually everyone was inside and had made themselves quite at home. What an extroverted bunch.
Though it was very quickly made apparent that no work would be done this evening.
Laughter, banter and inside jabs were being thrown around, little of which you really listened or payed attention to. In all honesty, you just wanted your alone time.
You'd found yourself squished in between Leah and that guy, Wilbur. You'd found some comfort in observing and inevitably learning that he too, was quite a quiet and private person.
So, you were more inclined to stay near him. At some point in the night alcohol had gotten involved, and now there were multiple drunk people lingering around your living room and kitchen.
This night seemed to be going down in a very uncomfortable blur.
"Can I know where your bathroom is?"
A quiet and somewhat deep voice happened to snap you out of your troubling thoughts. You hadn't even had a touch of alcohol.
Turning around, you come face to face with the extremely tall Wilbur, stood... kinda close.
"Oh! Yeah um.. upstairs and down the hall to the left." You give a half smile and think nothing of it.
How were you supposed to know he'd divert from his directed path completely?
Wilbur completely avoided the bathroom, he didn't even need to use it. This was just an easy and smart excuse to quickly explore the upstairs of your house with minimal chance of getting caught.
It took about two randomly opened doors before he'd found your room, immediately he was hit with the intoxicating scent of you. Your perfume, shampoo, body wash. All in one go.
His eyes scanned the expertly organised mess, from your undone sheets, to the dresser covered in personal items.
But what had really caught his eye was the laundry bin stuffed in the corner of your room
A disgusting thought crossed his mind.
He knew it was wrong, that he was a horny pathetic loser that had severe and unresolved romance related issues, but that didn't stop him from reaching into the dirty hamper and pulling out a pair of white lace panties.
Something about the whole scene was so erotic to him. So romantic.
"So wrong.." He whispers, acknowledging the fact that if he were to do what he was about to do, there would be absolutely no going back.
And so he clutched the used panties in a firm fist, slowly bringing the crotch to his nose before he inhales the scent of your past slick. His eyes roll back and he has to restrain a groan as the sweet scent hits his senses. What he wouldn't give to taste you.
"Fucking Christ..." He sighs into the material, his cock twitching in his jeans as he instinctively reaches his hand down to grab it through the rough fabric, having to control himself.
"Want.. want you so bad.. you have no idea.." It was almost a quiet whimper.
He was snapped out of his intense arousal by the sound of loud laughter coming from down the hall and downstairs.
Glancing towards the ajar bedroom door, he stuffed the panties deep into his pocket, deeming them suitable for... later use. It wasn't like he hadn't touched himself thinking about and holding an item you had last owned or touched...
So, he exited the room, leaving everything else untouched, gently closing the bedroom door behind himself, and walking down the hallway while adjusting himself in his pants as though nothing had happened.
He was smart enough to flush the toilet and pretend to wash his hands, trying to take away any possible suspicion from himself.
Coming back down to the party, his eyes immediately find you, sat relatively on your own, on your own sofa while your colleagues continued to laugh and drink. As much as he seriously wanted to, he decided not to get too close to you for the rest of the night. A horrendous plan hatching in his head.
The night drags on, and you were beginning to get more and more annoyed with the unwanted guests, but to your sheer delight and luck, David deemed it late enough and rounded up the drunks. He had been responsible enough not to drink.
"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, Y/n. These lot just don't know when to stop." He chuckles, a little sheepish as he does a mental head check of all the people he would have to fit in his car.
"It's.. it's fine. People need to let loose every now and then init." You shrug, folding your arms under your chest as you lean on the doorway to your front door.
Watching as he does another scan of your colleagues behind his shoulder, gathered in a messy circle, he looks back over your shoulder, Wilbur looking almost passed out on your sofa behind you.
He winces and then finally looks back at you, "I'm.. I'm so sorry, but could you find another way to get Wilbur home? I would genuinely do it myself.. but I don't have any more room in my car.." He looks away as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
Taking a moment to sigh to yourself, you give a curt nod, "Yeah sure. I'll figure something out don't worry." It was reluctant, but there wasn't much you could do in this situation. Wilbur hadn't brought any kind of car, and you had no idea where he lived anyways. And with the state he currently seemed to be in, he would be of no use in terms of directions.
"Alright well, have a good night." David gave a thin smile and a short wave before turning around and ushering everyone else into his car.
You watched as they drove off safely, they may be somewhat dicks, but that didn't mean you wanted them to get hurt or anything. You turn around and close and lock the front door.
Walking over to Wilbur, you crouch down just in front of him, "What am I actually gonna do with you..." You mumble to no one in particular. He stirs in his semi-sleep, his fluffy hair falling over his eyes as he holds a gentle frown on his face.
"Wilbur... get up. I need to sort out somewhere for you to sleep." You sigh and shake him softly. His brown eyes flutter open slowly and he turns to look at you, "Hm..?" He mumbles, sitting up a little and stretching, wobbling drunkenly as he attempted to stand. He stumbles and you scramble to half catch him.
"Careful." You mumble and hold him, one hand resting on his chest, the other on his back as you take a second to think, "Okay... spare room it is. Can you walk?"
Wilbur frowns a little, looking slightly dazed, "Walk... uh.. yeah. Yeah I can." He slurs his words a little. This man was wasted. So you gently help walk him up your stairs, taking it one at a time before finally making it to your spare room and plopping him on the bed, both of you giving a huff, you from the sheer weight of this man and him from the sudden drop.
"Uh.. I don't know what to do now, I've never really had to take care of a drunk person before.." You mention as you bite at the skin on your bottom lip. You were fairly nervous. There was a large drunk man in your home and you weren't exactly too well aquatinted with him.
"Water! I'll get some water." Thinking quick on your feet you hastily leave the room and go downstairs to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water.
Unfortunately for you, as you turned your back to leave the room, you were completely oblivious to the sly smirk that tugged on the corners of Wilbur's lips.
This was way too easy.
All it had taken was a singular opportunity and some amazing acting skills on his part.
Way too fucking easy you naïve girl.
As you come back with the water and place it on the bedside table, Wilbur groans and turns on his side, his back facing you as he pretended to be too intoxicated to properly function.
"Okay well.. get some rest I guess." You say quietly before swiftly leaving him to it, closing the door gently behind you and heading to your own room to get ready for bed.
How had you not noticed that he hardly smelt of the liquor everyone else had been drinking? Were you seriously that fucking oblivious? You'd basically handed this lacklustre plan to Wilbur on a silver platter. He barely even had to do any work.
Oh well, he wasn't complaining.
You probably just wanted him that badly.
Yeah, that must've been it.
Time ticked on and Wilbur hadn't slept for a single second, counting down the minutes on his phone, waiting just enough time for him to be completely sure that you were asleep. And then he took action, making his move as he quietly exited the room you had so graciously let him borrow. He'd return some sort of favour later on.
Creeping up to your door, the one he had mapped out in his head as he thought up this little scheme earlier when he'd first intruded your forbidden space, he opens it slowly, still being cautious and on guard.
This could all seriously go tits up if he wasn't careful.
Peering in he could see your sleeping figure from the little sliver of open door he had granted himself. There you lay, completely unaware and fast asleep, chest rising and falling calmly from under the large shirt that covered your body. From what he could see, all you were wearing was an oversized shirt, and some shorts.
Perfect.
Tip-toeing his way in, he gently shuts the door behind him and makes his way over to stand by the side of your bed, on the side you slept on.
He stood over you, just staring for a moment as he calmed his ragged and nervous breathing. He could already feel a hard on forming. God, he always seemed to get those so easily.
Wilbur's eyes scanned your body, to your one leg laying on top and out of the sheets, your bare thigh on display for him, the smooth skin was so tempting to touch and squeeze...
"God, what are you doing to me..." He whispers almost breathlessly as he swallows a lump in his throat. You were sleeping in such a vulnerable and easy position for him to be able to just.. take you.
After all of his pining and longing, surely he was owed a little reward for his unwavering loyalty...
So as his shaky hand reaches out, he doesn't think. He just acts.
His big, warm hand came to rest directly on your clothed ass, and he lets out a short breath, quickly sucking the air back into his lungs. He was finally touching you.
Wilbur gives a small squeeze to the mound of covered flesh beneath his palm, his body freezing in a cold sweat as you make a small noise in your sleep and shift ever so slightly. You couldn't wake up just yet. It would ruin everything.
Gulping down the copious amounts of saliva gathering in his mouth, he gives another squeeze, shuddering at the feeling of finally being able to fondle you in some way.
His hand gently trailed up, feeling along your hip, to your waist, and then finally he reached around and grabbed your breast through your shirt, having to hold back a moan as he came to find you had no bra on underneath.
"You fucking wanted this didn't you.. want me so bad, hm? Ready for me, aren't you.." He whispers, breathless and desperate.
He takes a few more seconds, touching, rubbing and grabbing at your unaware body, his hands having trailed up your shirt and onto bare skin, biting his lip as his breathing got hot and heavy.
Wilbur decides he's had his fun fondling and slowly and gently moves to straddle you from behind, moving your body ever so slightly, so you were laying more on your front. No struggle was given, he was a lot stronger than you, even with the dead weight of your unconscious body, which too didn't put up any kind of fight.
His crotch was pressed snuggly right against your ass, causing a shiver from him and a gentle involuntary grind. His hands stayed underneath your shirt, pressing into your body and mattress. Warm fingertips find your nipples, and he starts to rub. A gentle motion that brought him more pleasure than it should've.
Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes in near ecstasy. This was so unbelievably arousing. You laying here beneath his hands, none the wiser, pretty much allowing him to caress you.
Letting out a soft moan, his hips start to move against his will, rubbing the erection in his jeans against the curve of your ass as his fingers continued to stimulate your hardening nipples.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He was so incredibly horny.
Giving a short huff, he worked on the button and zipper on his jeans, lessening the friction and pressure on his cock, a bulge pressing through the open zipper, his black boxer briefs creating a small tent.
Again he bit his bottom lip and began to palm himself, easing the tension in his tip that leaked a little, creating a small, unseen wet patch.
"Fuck.." Wilbur hisses as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing his index and thumb over his covered tip, feeling as a bead of precum drips and stains his underwear.
His mouth hangs slightly open as he shuts his eyes. He needed you so bad.
He moves his unoccupied hand down and to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down just enough that he could get a look at your bare ass and glistening pussy.
His eyes widen as he takes notice of your lack of underwear beneath your shorts, "Holy shit.. you really were ready for me. Such a good girl for me..." He borderline moans as he licks his lips. Even just seeing your pussy in this state was almost enough to finish him.
God he was pathetic.
Holding back a whimper his hands come down on each cheek and spreads them, giving him a better view. He seriously had to hold back a loud groan as he stares down your holes and your clit, almost cumming in his pants prematurely.
Slowly moving down your body, he gets up close and personal with your dripping pussy. Were your nipples seriously that sensitive? He'll keep that in mind.
Brining his nose down to stuff directly into your pussy, he takes a giant inhale, his eyes fluttering as they roll back. God you smelled so much sweeter and fresher than your panties did. The real deal is always better.
He couldn't help himself and gave a curt lick to your essence, his breathing picking up as his eyes close in pure pleasure simply at your taste.
It kick started something in him as he started so suck and lick like a man starved, he inaudibly moaned and hummed against your clit his tongue licking up to then be shoved deep into your hole. Wilbur relished in the soft sighs and moans that came from above him. You were still asleep, yes, but he was making you feel so good with his inexperienced tongue.
Shaking his head with his tongue sticking out, he lapped up your juices, deciding you were wet enough to slide his middle finger into your tight hole. He finally let out a deep groan as he felt the stretch of your pussy as you slowly seemed to suck him in deeper.
He sat up and watched as his finger moved in and out rhythmically, slowly at first, and then starting up a quicker pace, his own hips gently rutting against nothing in a similar way.
Wilbur was so unbelievably desperate.
Deeming you loose enough for a second finger, his ring finger slides in next to his middle, tenderly scissoring you open, trying to get your wet muscle to untighten some more to be able to fit him in.
Hissing in another sharp breath, Wilbur picked up on the way your breathing seemed to get louder and more high pitched in your sleep.
"So fucking hot.." He whines as his other hand comes to rest on the small of your back, pumping his fingers in and out of you.
As he felt more slick leak out onto his hand, he couldn't take it anymore he felt like his dick was gonna explode.
Hastily, his fingers were pulled out of you, he sucked the sweet slick off and pulled his briefs down, just under his dick, pumping himself with the hand that had previously been inside of you.
Gasping and panting, he spread his precum around his almost purple tip, down to his shaft. With how wet you were and how hard he was, it wouldn't be difficult at all for him to penetrate.
With that thought in mind, he trailed the hand that rested on the small of your back, down to your cheek as the other hand guided his cockhead to your entrance. He spread you open for him and then eased his way in. You were just so... small compared to him.
His mouth dropping wide open as his eyelids fluttered, quick gasps of short breath filled the silence next to the wet sound of him entering you. He pushed in slowly, finally coming to a stop when your ass touched his abdomen.
Wilbur was so weak he had to take a moment just for himself. If he hadn't he was sure he would've came on the spot. Directly into you.
"It's like you were fucking made for me.. fit perfectly around my cock... just deep enough to get me all the way in. Such a good girl.. my good girl. All mine." He whispers as he lays his front flush against your back.
"Gonna stay good for me and let me feel you? I deserve this... you know I do.. I can feel how much you want me too.." He whispers right next to the shell of your ear, making a point of his words as he gives one thrust, moaning as his hips met soft skin.
"Ah.." A pleasant moan made Wilbur look up, your eyes were still closed and your brows were ever so slightly furrowed.
"Shhh.. shhhh baby. I've got you. It'll all feel good just let me-" He begins to thrust at a slow and steady pace, his tip deliciously tapping against your cervix, the veins on his cock dragging against your soft and wet walls, creating beautiful friction.
"Oh fuck.. not gonna be able to last if you're.. hah... this tight.." He chuckles into the crook of your neck, laying ghost kisses against sensitive skin.
Eventually, his thrusts picked up in speed and harshness, along with that so did his moans and groans, picking up in volume. Occasionally he'd let out little whimpers, desperate little sounds that happened when you'd accidentally tighten at his base and force his thrusts to falter briefly.
"Hah.. ah.. fuck.. so good.. can't- I- ah..!" He cries out, feeling genuine tears of pleasure gather in his eyes.
His hips repeatedly hit yours, creating a faint plap plap plap sound, he couldn't draw his eyes away from the way your ass would ripple every time he would thrust into you.
But of course, inevitably, you began to wake. He had suspected this would happen. But instead of fear and shame, all he felt was more excitement as he could finally get a bit.. rougher.
"Oh is she finally awake? Hey sweetheart.." He moans as he picks up his pace once again, getting so much faster and harder.
You feel him. Inside.
Your eyes shoot open as you hazily realise what's happening. You try and sit up with a gasp, but his weight is keeping you pinned to your bed.
Before you can even let out any words, a moan is ripped out of your open mouth. Involuntarily, you tighten around him in surprise, and his hips stutter, feeling his release oh so very close.
"W-what the fuck do you think you're doing?! Get off of me!" You yell out and weakly use all of your current strength to try and push him off, to no avail.
He keeps going and only gets faster, slamming his leaky tip into your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll back and one arm stays behind you to try and push him off. Which was stupid because he then sits ever so slightly up, just to grab your wrist and pin it to your back.
"Holy fucking.. ah.. just take it, yeah? Take what I'm giving to you, baby.." He grunts right next to your ear as loud moans start to slip out of your mouth.
Holy shit were you actually enjoying this?
It's not like Wilbur wasn't somewhat attractive, and in all fairness, you didn't actually feel any pain. Just an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Could be due to this being your first time.
"Yeah that's it just relax... I've got you." He kisses the back of your hair and all you can do is whimper.
Christ it felt so.. good.
After some time, you started to genuinely give in, gripping the sheets and even subtly thrusting your hips back to meet him halfway, getting him in deeper.
This didn't go unnoticed.
"Oh yeah? You like that, hm? See- ah.. I told you.." He pants and groans as he feels his thrusts become more laboured and short as he nears his end.
You were approaching that peak much quicker, though.
Dropping your head onto the pillow beneath you, moaning and swearing, trying to keep your voice down, "Don't... don't fucking stop.." You gasp quietly and Wilbur hears, doing exactly as he was told.
He was beyond glad that you had accepted this.
Towards the end Wilbur's thrusts were less dragged out and harsh, instead becoming quick little ruts that was just enough to get you both off. His hands stayed gripping your waist tight enough to bruise your soft skin.
He's panting, feverishly trying to make you both cum as he's watching the white ring of your mixed liquid form a ring around the base of his cock.
"That's it.. that's it gonna- gonna cum.. where do you want me..?" He huffs harsh breaths out as he throws his head back.
You can hardly respond as your knuckles turn white with how strong your grip on the sheets is.
But you manage, "Inside.. wanna feel what it's like..!" You gasp as a certain thrust hits just right, inside of you.
"So fucking- so fucking hot..!" He whines and humps into you.
And finally, that's enough to have you both reeling. Your vision goes white for a second and silent cries leave your wide open mouth as your body trembles.
Wilbur's the exact same way, shaking as his cock twitches, spurting warm cum deep inside of your walls, there's just... so much.
It seeps out from inside of you and around his cock, Wilbur watches in awe as it happens, so content and satisfied as his seed gets emptied. A deep feeling of completion sitting in his chest.
You both sit there, him still nestled deep inside of you as you both try and catch your breaths, coming down from your intense highs.
What the fuck had just happened?
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I'm so sorry for this horrible start to my account and introduction to my rusty writing, I know that this was a terrible plot and had many plot holes but please bare with me, I hope you can forgive me and allow me to make it up to you in my next piece of work that I promise I'll write soon! TT
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Can you write that Drew x actress!reader are at home with their first baby boy while relaxing and suddenly, a huge surprise that they didn't expect so soon, especially Drew, as a Christmas present
Inspired by this 😊: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C03sQNHIjf3/?igsh=MWF0cno2M2tubjZ3Ng==
first words — DREW STARKEY
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authors note this is such a cute request! i’ve seen these videos and they are so freaking adorable. thank you for the request <3
summary drew and you have been trying for your son to say his first words. one day he blurts out his first word making your christmas better
warnings wholesome content
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Christmas is right around the corner.
First Christmas with your seven month old son, Noah. First Christmas as a family of three.
Drew and you finally have a month off from filming to be with family. The both of you have had busy schedules these past few months with filming and to get this break is wonderful.
Noah, your eight-month-old, will shortly say his first word. There have been times when he almost uttered something but ended up babbling baby gibberish.
mama or dada
One of the two words Drew and you are aiming for.
Yes, you and Drew have been teaching Noah simple words that he can readily speak. You two are constantly talking to him and reading to him in the hopes that he would say one of the words.
Every parent wants their child’s first words to be mama or dada.
The three of you were in the living room on the couch with the tv playing a Christmas movie. The Christmas tree was a couple feet away from the tv, making the moment feel more magical.
Noah was lying on his stomach on Drew’s chest— arms folding in front of him, holding himself up to look at Drew who was talking to him and making faces.
The father and son duo with these two is the most beautiful thing ever to witness. Their bond continues to grow by the second. Now Drew and you are back on filming for Outer Banks, it’s hard being away from Noah.
"Oh really and what else?" Drew inquired, and Noah responded dramatically in his baby language.
Noah stares between you two, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, before becoming even louder.
In the mix of Noah talking in his baby gibberish, he says the word dada, catching Drew and you off guard immediately.
Your hand slaps over your mouth with shock. Tears form in your eyes. As a parent hearing your child’s first words is one of the greatest moments.
You immediately take your phone out to record this unforgettable moment.
Drew looks at you, shocked, emotional, and a smile beginning to grow on his face.
“Can you repeat that again?” Drew whispers to the eight month old, hoping he repeats the word you two just heard.
The sounds of your little sniffles can be heard from behind your phone.
Noah turns his head to the side, blinking a few times, trying to figure out what his father told him then opens his mouth to speak.
Noah moves his upper body around “dada dada” he blurts out, putting his small hands into a fist, punching Drew’s chest.
“Ahaha yes!” Drew cheer, wrapping both arms around Noah as he slides to the left landing on a soft pillow.
Noah let out a couple giggles, leaning his head on Drew’s chin as they swayed side to side. Drew gave him kisses all over his face as he shed a few tears.
Drew had the most biggest smile on his face. Hearing the words dada come out of his first borns mouth really does something because he’s always going to remember Noah’s first words.
“This is one of the best Christmas present I’ve ever received and Christmas is only in two weeks” Drew blurts out, whipping away the tears.
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is-nini · 3 months
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"I have finished doing my duties. Now, it's time to work on my cute wife's pussy"
- Kamisato Ayato
Warning: Small bondage, overstimulation, praise, ayato being extremely patient that he doesn't mind you being wet and messy while he works.
NSFW under the cut
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Ayato is soo fucking mean.
He will always make sure your pussy is sopping wet. Tears running down your face and whimpering begging for forgiveness and he will do it in the most elegant way possible.
While he is working, he will make sure that your leg are spread open in his line of vision, he will set up the most comfortable and spacious sofa that act as a bed on the corner of the room near him just so that he can control you however he like.
"Princess, keep your leg open okay? I'll be busy for the next minute so you will have to be patient" He will stick in a small vibrator, tie the both of your hand up with a silk red ribbon and watch as you unravel the tight knot in your stomach over and over again.
Ayato's rule is if he is busy with work, you have to be busy with something too. So, if he ever get's overwhelmed, he will make sure you are sat on that sofa prettily while waiting for him to finish. If Ayato is busy, then your pussy will be busy too.
You have now ripple out your fourth orgasm. Your brain are fried, your moans are turning into whine's instead because it is so draining. Your vision are blurry, your hand are aching. Your legs? You can't even feel them but the worst part is, Ayato's cock in not inside you.
"Ay-Ayato- hng!" you jolt again when you felt a hand rubbing your thigh. "Shh, I am almost done princess, wait just a bit longer" he hushed you. Despite that, you whine and wiggle around, helplessly trying to gain his attention. "C-Cock-! A-Ayato ah!" You cry out when his hand touches your stomach, pushing it down as a breaking orgasm splurt out of you again.
"Ah did you cum again princess? That is very adorable" he cooed. He did listen to your adorable moans and beg but now is not the time. Afterall, his work is not done yet so you won't be getting his cock until he is done working.
Despite the tightness on his pants, and despite the bulge that you have been eyeing on, he will finish his work first. To him, you are like a present, an award after he finishes his duties as a husband and as the leader of Kamisato Clan.
The sofa has been long soaked, your cream just kept dribling out of you. At this point, you are drooling stupidly all the while occasion whimper of "A-Ayato co-cock!" and a whole lot of "Please" also drips out of your mouth.
When Ayato feels like it's enough, he will pull out the vibrator out of you, letting your pussy rest as he also takes a small break. "Such a cute pussy, clenching around nothing" The smell of your pussy almost gave him the exact determination he need to finish off his work.
When he is finished, you have been reduced to nothing but a dumb wife for him to simply just fuck. "Ahh, finally filling up this hole- Ahh princess your pussy are too eager" he feels your pussy just sucking him in as he enter his cock inside you. At first you have almost no energy left but when his cock entered your body, your back arches and you let out the most sinful moan. "C-Cock! Ah S-Sho ghood" you babble.
He thrust in and out, in and out but faster and faster. Your sopping pussy are eagerly taking him in as if they are also happy to be filled with his warm cock.
Ayato's cock gets just a tad bigger in size as he feels the need to cum. When he cums, he doesn't hold back. All the white and warm semen fills your up. Your tongue are lolled out as he took the chance to suck and kiss your lips, he pulled down your upper clothing and played with your nipple.
As he played woth your nipple, he realize that your pussy are clenching around his cock again which makes him emits a chuckle. "Like your pretty nipple being played princess?" he teases. It's not a real question of course because the answer is very obvious. The way your leg tremble and your breath hitched gave him all the answer he need.
You can still feel his cock hard deep inside you so you know that it is not finish yet when he pulled out and a sudden hard thrust makes your body jolt. "Don't relax yet princess, we still have the whole night" he whisper.
The silk that has been keeping your hands together are unknotting. you hand fell as you look at Ayato with glazed and lustful eye. "Well, I have finished my work. It's time to work on my cute little wife".
Moans and whimper can be through out the room and maybe even the Kamisato hall way, but no one would dare to speak a thing- afterall as long as the leader of the Kamisato is in a good mood, every staff that works around the house seems to do a great job for the day.
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Some more text post memes!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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[ID: A series of ten text post memes with Ace Attorney character sprites
The first image is a twitter post with Miles Edgeworth looking smug. The tweet reads “proud to announce that i am making a Bad decision but I’m not telling y’all what it is so u can’t stop me”.
The second image is of a tumblr post. An anon with Athena Cykes’ angry sprite next to it asks “Have you ever met someone who you just weren’t able to bully?” Underneath it is Simon Blackquill’s sprite with a smirk next to the response “no. I’m a very unpleasant person”.
The third picture is of a joke article title that says “If You Want To Achieve Enlightenment, You’re Gonna Have To Go Through Me”. In the corner is a picture of Nahyuta Sahdmadhi with his hand up in meditation.
The fourth photo is a tumblr screenshot. It says “my flatmate has just rocked in with the two lesbianest lesbians I’ve ever seen and introduced them as “my sister and my sister’s... roommate”. Underneath it has Kay Faraday grinning on the left, and on the right is Ema Skye’s confident sprite from Investigations next to pictures of Lana Skye with a neutral expression and Mia Fey smiling with her arms crossed.
The fifth image is a twitter conversation. The first tweet has a picture of teenage Maya Fey looking solemn with her head tilted down a bit. The text reads “The realization that the switch is 5 years old and they’re probably gonna reveal their next console in a couple of years just hit me like a fucking truck”. Underneath that is a response saying “I used to go into hospitals and switched the babies around. You can’t do stuff like that anymore, too many cameras.” To the right of that comment is a picture of Zak Gramarye in his magician outfit with his hands on his hips and laughing.
The sixth picture is of a single twitter post. In the bottom right corner is a picture of Nahyuta Sahdmadhi smiling with his eyes closed. The tweet says “Back in Uni, a girl mocked my presentation one time so I searched for her group and asked the topic they were presenting on. I spent 4 days researching on it and asked her so many questions like it was common knowledge that she cried. Stay blessed precious one.”
The seventh picture is of a short Facebook conversation. The first names are censored but the two commenters have the same last name. The first post says “I’d kill my own brother to be in bed right now I don’t even care” with a smiling emoji at the end. To the lower right of the comment is a picture of Aura Blackquill smiling with her chin in her hand as she leans on an upset Clonco. To the left of the second comment is a sprite of Simon Blackquill glaring. The reply says “I’d like to see you try you silly cunt I’ll put you in the fucking ground”.
The eighth photo is of a Grindr conversation. The first message is on the right with a yellow text box and just says “hey” next to a sprite of trilogy Phoenix Wright smiling awkwardly and rubbing the back of his head. The next two messages are on the left and have blue text boxes next to a sprite of Larry Butz playfully rubbing the back of his head with his eyes closed and tongue sticking out. The messages from him read “Hey” “Just so you know I’m not gay or anything”. The next message is next to a sprite of Phoenix looking confused/annoyed and sweating. It says “this is grindr my guy”. The response is next to an image of Larry looking angry with his eyes closed, teeth clenched, and hands balled into fists. The message says “I guess people who are lactose intolerant can’t walk down the fucking dairy aisle? I’m just looking”.
The ninth image is of a single tweet. In the upper right is Athena Cykes’ thinking sprite as she touches her earring. In the bottom right is a sprite of Simon Blackquill looking up and away from the camera and frowning. The tweet reads “My uncle, the countriest guy I know, just said “I fuckin hate seeing chipmunks cause it means there ain’t no big cool birds around””.
The last photo is of a single tweet in a chat format. In the upper right is a picture of Wocky Kitaki with his arms crossed and smirking awkwardly while looking away, looking smug yet nervous. Underneath him is Apollo Justice’s disheartened sprite, slouching forward a bit and looking annoyed/exhausted. The tweet says “me: [whispering to my lawyer]” “my lawyer: I’m not asking that” “me: [whispering some more]” “my lawyer: your honor would he still be guilty if he was a worm”.
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Oooh, someone who writes for Husk! May I request an x reader where, during the extermination, Husk finds and spares a(n exterminator) reader who is hiding and crying because she did not have the courage to kill anyone? It's her first time as an exterminator, so she is terrified. Specially because it was not the noble cause she was made to believe it was. She eventually returns to Heaven, but promises to keep this act of kindness in mind. Thank you!
Hello there! This is rather short, and I also decided not to write it in simple present as I usually do, but perhaps...
...you guys would enjoy a longer, more detailed Part 2?
Let me know! Hope you enjoy this on its own nonetheless, at least for now ;)
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Husk x Exorcist!Reader
Husk panted, taking advantage of the rubble left in place of the Hazbin Hotel to hide and take a breath in the midst of the battle.
He had to admit that if they had been able to stand a chance against the exterminators it was only thanks to the residents of Cannibal Town, who were still out there slaughtering who was probably going to be their next meal.
 His wings fluttered, dust dissipating into the air, and he adjusted the hat that was miraculously still on his head, kept in place by his ears. Nothing like fighting with style, he thought, quickly grooming the fur on his arm.
About to come out of hiding and get back on the battlefield, his ears perked up as the slightest noise made him stop in his tracks. Was someone after him, and had they just been waiting for him to turn around and let his guard down?
Husk unsheathed his claws, his tails swaying from left to right in anticipation.
With a bunch of confident steps he reached a pillar; whoever was behind it was trying to be as quiet as possible, but nothing escaped his acute hearing as they shifted and emitted the same sound he had heard initially.
As the corner of his eye caught a splash of black belonging to the armour of an Exorcist, Husk hissed, throwing himself at the figure before they could do it first; his claws were about to come in contact with their skin before they weakly grabbed his arm and began pleading.
“NO! Please, please don’t hurt me! I wasn’t going to attack you, I-I swear!”
Husk assumed that his eyes must’ve been busting out of his sockets in surprise. He lifted his body from the Exorcist’s, who pathetically curled up on herself and clawed at her own upper arms’ skin, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mask wasn’t covering her face, rather it was broken, long forgotten several feet away from where the two were positioned.
The bartender took a few steps back for personal safety and frowned at her;
“You...what’re you doing here? Maybe I shouldn’t be reminding you this but...” he gestured at the Angelic Spear thrown on the side, “Aren’t ya supposed to be doing your job? Trying to kill us?”
He waited for the Exorcist to calm down, her sobs slowly coming to a stop after what felt like the longest minute of Husk’s life, bombs exploding in the background and making the ground shake.
“I’m...” she started, clearly trying her best not to start sobbing again, “This is the first time I come down here, they’re shit at explaining! I-I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to hurt anybody! Adam made me believe this would be worth it, but I don’t...have the courage to kill anyone...”
He let her rant, fur flattening as he began calming down. He let out a groan, to which she looked down, most likely ashamed of herself.
“Look. I don’t know you, but do me a favour...” he looked around, making sure nobody was listening in, “Stay here, should be safe enough for ya to hide until the battle’s over.”
The Exorcist’s gaze travelled back up, meeting the demon’s.
“And once you’re out of here, leave that good for nothin’ army, if you’re as good as you claim to be.”
With a flap of his wings, he was gone. She knew that, had it been anyone else, they would’ve probably killed her with no remorse. But the soul she had come across was kind, selfless. Perhaps not all deserving of residing in Hell. He had no time to stay and console her, of course, but she would’ve been thinking about his words a lot.
The chilling screams of her Exorcist companions in the distance brought her back to reality; she collected her mask and spear, and hid further into the rubble.
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beansprean · 9 months
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I did not want to draw a weeks-or-months-old decomposing corpse so let's all just continue to hand wave any sort of concrete timeline for this comic.
My Familiar’s Ghost part 42
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ID: 1a. Close up on past Guillermo, in sepia tones, as he looks up at Nandor with a nervous grin, cheeks flushed. He asks, 'Are...are you going to eat me?' 1b. Zoom out, close up on past Nandor in the foreground in profile as he turns his gaze away from Guillermo with an uncomfortable grimace. He grumbles, 'I was going to, but you're kind of taking all the fun out of it...' Guillermo pipes up with an 'I'm sorry!' in the background, still smiling and wringing his hands together. 1c. Back in the present, close up on Nandor walking through the hall behind the Panera counter, looking down in surprise as he steps in something wet. Past Guillermo's dialogue continues: 'Do you want me to...run or something?' 1d. Shot of the floor in front of present Nandor from his POV, showing a dead human in a Panera hat and apron laying there in a pool of blood, throat ripped out. Nandor rolls her over with his foot and says, 'Yeesh, already slacking on body disposal, Guillermo?' 1e. Close up on present Nandor in profile as he looks back up, brow furrowed and eyes shining with regret. He says, 'I proper sire would have... Would have seen you through this.' 1f. Back to the past, sepia tones. Medium shot of past Nandor squinting down at Guillermo and leaning away with a look of suspicion, as if he were contagious with something. He asks, 'Why are you so eager? Are you some kind of...death pervert?' Offscreen, past Guillermo responds, 'No, no! I just...'
2a. Back to the present. Shot behind Nandor as he walks through the hall behind the Panera counter, coming to an wall straight ahead with a few miscellaneous cardboard boxes, a metal freezer door to the left, and a wooden door to the right that says 'employees only'. The door is cracked open slightly, letting a dim light into the dark hallway. Nandor walks toward it. Past Guillermo's dialogue continues: 'I've always wanted to be a vampire.' 2b. Close up on Nandor's hand closing around the doorknob to the room. Past Guillermo's dialogue continues, 'And I figure...' 2c. Wide shot from within the room as Nandor opens the door fully, his silhouette visible in the doorway on the far wall. It appears to be a break room, or was, with a unisex bathroom on the left wall, a collection of round tables and wooden chairs, and a short counter with upper and lower cabinets, sink, and coffee maker on the far wall next to a top-freezer refrigerator. The fridge is cracked open, which is what let light into the room. In the righthand corner closest to the viewer is a nonfunctional soda machine that says 'bepis' on the front. There is blood smeared around the fridge handles, the light switches, the soda machine buttons, in shuffling footprints on the floor, congealed in styrofoam cups scattered around the counter next to an abandoned cardigan, and dripping down the cabinets. One of the tables is overturned against a wall along with a chair with several broken legs. More importantly, perhaps, the room is littered with corpses. There is a dark-skinned bald man laying in the center of the room who appears to be wearing a Panera apron and is, presumably, human. The bald corpse laying next to him with pointed ears and a long black cape is decidedly not. Another body lays tangled in the fallen table and chair, bloodied cape tossed over their head. A woman in leather and a long skirt lays on her back on an upright table, coated in blood and throat ripped apart, staring emptily past the viewer with her mouth hanging open to show her fangs. Another corpse is slumped upright against the wall next to Nandor, wearing bellbottoms and a paisley shirt. His head is tipped back, mouth open and full of sharp teeth, the broken wooden leg of a chair sticking out of his chest. As Nandor stands and stares at the carnage, past Guillermo's dialogue continues: 'It's now or never, right?' /end ID
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Planescape: The Inclementus Convolution
It is simple as hells go, there is the snow, the walls, and the shape of things that will haunt you for the rest of your days
It appears first as a troubling dream, endless anxious wanderings through a frigid and featureless maze. While most shrug off these visions others sink into a deep and restless malady, possessed by recurring feelings of being cold and lost. For some the dreams deepen, overtaking their waking life until they sink into an unwakung torpor, others are compelled to walk: seeking out winding alleys or wintry landscapes in the hope of finding a way OUT of the maze, only to find themselves transported to it bodily.
Occult scholars of dream and dimension have named this phenomenon the Inclementus Convolution, and conjectures on its purpose and original architects feature in many a forbidden tome. What these dabblers have failed to understand is that the convolution is not a thing of artifice but part of a great unknowable entity, which uses the maze to filter-feed from the multiverse the way a great whale uses baleen to trawl the sea. While the exact nature of this entity will be discussed below the cut, whats far more interesting is how the appearance of this dream labyrinth affects the lives of others.
A series of disappearances has the party tracing the city’s backstreets tracking rumours of a slaver gang or some kind of monstrous presence. Imagine their surprise when they not only find one of the lost individuals wandering in fevered confusion, standing before an alley from which unseasonable snow billows. 
Nearly swept up in the convolution as a child, a minor noble has bent the wealth of her station towards determining the meaning of that traumatic vision, becoming a notable patron for adventurers as she sends them off to explore various ruins or gather scraps of potentially relevant lore. The party are hired by her for a mission, but weeks later when they return from their delve they find that her estate has fallen prey to an otherworldly influence. They’ll need to brave the twisting halls of her manorhome and the hedgemazes that sprawl across the grounds if they want to get paid, and maybe rescue their hapless benefactor in the process. 
A fairly simple bounty mission to track down an occultist hiding in the mountains and bring him back alive quickly goes out of control after he opens a portal to the convolution inside his cell, transforming the surrounding guard barracks and its prisons into an eacheresque tangle backing onto an eldritch landscape. With other prisoners looking desperately to escape and panicking guards looking to arrest everyone they don’t recognize, will the party be able to escape before the whole structure is subsumed into nightmare?
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The entity at the centre of the maze is seldom seen by those lost with the expanse as the upper reaches of the towering walls are obscured by an omnipresent cloud cover. As such no earthly name has been given to it, as the miles long tendrils it sends skulking through the corners are often confused for individual lifeforms which some call. It is not malicious, nor is it strictly sentient, it is simply a lifeform doing what it has always done to survive, nevermind that it involves pinching beings from across the cosmos. Creatures that die within the convolution desiccate, their bodies becoming dried out husks as the moisture within them is absorbed by the surrounding stone to feed the entity above and later join with the ever present snow, the built up condensation from innumerable victims across time.
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Lost souls from many worlds have left marks on the walls of the convolution, pleas for help, attempts to map a way out, epitaphs and memorials from those that knew their end was near. One of these happened to be a sage with secret knowledge most relevant to the party's ongoing struggles, meaning if that they want to find it for themselves they're not only going to have to find their way into and through the labyrinth, but also Ariadne their way back out after finding and deciphering the message he left.
Though very little can survive long in the endless halls, there are some interdimensional oddities that have managed to persist around the fringes, carried from one world to the next as the Inclementus seeks out new victims.
The most fearful of these passengers are a remnants of an alien empire known as the Tssol who were led into the convolution when their god-prince decided to lead his people into the otherworld following a "holy vision" (and the encouragement by his less theisticly inclined siblings looking to clear a path to the throne). The survivors of this royal expedition have endured for centuries by by carving their city into the oldest walls of the labrynth, where the entity's fleshy stalks merge with the endless walls. They worship it, subsisting from the meat sloughed off as it grows and using the remains to feed fungal farms, counting themselves blessed for following the god-prince's vision. Those that stumble into the maze are of particular interest to them, as individuals affected by Inclementus influence are capable of wandering in and out of the aberrant realm allowing the Tssol warriors to ride out and launch raids on other worlds.
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