#someone please tell me if this is coherent

[written-from-stardust]

As Stones In A Riverbed

please enjoy some short fantasy about a probably-magic forest! I don’t know where this came from

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Everyone knows the Old Forest is more dangerous in the spring. It’s the time when things awake, things that have forgotten why they were supposed to sleep in the first place. 

Kai sees it in the water. 

The moment things change, something in the melting ponds shifts and a loud crack fractures the ice into dozens of pieces. The sound, which was so loud that it scared birds from their trees, rings out into the morning air and hangs there, slowly fading after a minute. 

Pushing down a sudden spike of fear, Kai turns to look at the Old Forest, the aspen trees that mark its border standing tall in the distance. The Forest is completely motionless, without even a solitary hawk whirling high in the air above its crowns. 

That was something new. 

The ones that regularly awake come spring, the light sleepers Kai calls them, all usually have a pattern they follow, calling up the same creatures or creating the same effects to announce their presence. 

The Banshee in the oak grove always summons a storm so fierce that it pours thunder and lightning for three days until it lifts enough that Kai can coax her back into peaceability with the promise of jazz on the old radio that’s nestled between two roots. Sometimes the problem is that the thing’s batteries has died, something that he can tell from the way two trees always catch fire the first day of the storm. Other times it’s not playing the kind of music that she wants, which is how he knows that she likes him enough to see him again, or really hates him, because he’s taught her how to use it multiple times before. 

The dryads cause flowers to bloom out of season in everyone’s window boxes. It’s one of the more harmless habits for the creatures of the Old Forest, particularly given it’s not something that actually does anything. There’s a group of fauns that finds it hilarious to have a revel every night. The Morrigan who’s taken up residence in the north corner of the woods likes summoning up hundreds of crows every few years to terrify the village.

This is something—new.

Kai makes the decision to trek into the Old Forest a few days later once it becomes clear that this is something that can’t be ignored. Every half melted lake has the same fracture pattern on the ice as the first one, and there’s a low rumble in the background that is slowly growing louder. 

The trees, once he enters the Forest, backpack of random tchotchkes from kids games to old batteries in tow, are completely silent. Even the pixies, which normally buzz brightly through the air like floating lanterns, are almost hesitant in a way that he can only describe as reverent. 

The changes become more pronounced the more he walks. The group of kelpies that hide in the pond under the fallen log who always try to trip him as he goes past are completely quiet, without even a single splash his way. There’s no jackalopes darting across the path, the Great Whitehorn with its massive antlers isn’t standing in his way, staring him down and daring him to make the first move; instead, he can feel their eyes peeking out of the underbrush. Waiting. 

The Will o’ Wisps are by far acting the strangest. Instead of the sprites dancing in between the trees, attempting to coax him onto a new, unbeaten path, they sway gently in the middle of the path in a line so straight he could use it as a ruler.

With nothing better to do than follow them, given that he was already going to follow the path–and that’s the first rule of the Old Forest, never step off of the beaten path, or a fate worse than death may await you–he continues deep into the Forest.

He passes the Banshee’s cave roughly half an hour later, given the position of the sun in the sky, but that means little in a place where time doesn’t work normally and weeks can pass in the place of a day in the outside world. She’s poking at her radio, subdued.

When she sees him, she hisses at him half-heartedly, before going back to fiddling with the volume controls with one long claw. It never clicks above a four.

He keeps going.

Simultaneously, the further he gets into the Old Forest, the more it seems that life both fades away and becomes more present. There’s nothing living, not like he is, not even a beetle or a vole, but the trees feel stronger, taller, and wildflowers and fairy circles blanket the ground in a dizzying array of color. The damp smell of wet moss and lichen grows, mixing with the scent of fungi, flowers, and decomposing leaves.

He’s forgotten how long he's been walking for–a genuine danger in the Old Forest, though he’s never yet truly lost his way–when he comes upon the massive stone cairn that marks the center of the forest. It might not be the true geographical center, but in terms of power, in terms of presence, it is undeniable.  

The stones, rough hewn like a long-ago giant plucked them out of the earth and threw them in a pile–not completely impossible given his surroundings–tower above his head, at least two stories in height. More than a few of the massive boulders are bigger than his sister’s van. 

He doesn't notice it, not at first, while he's wondering what he’s supposed to do here. The Will o’ Wisps have vanished, and don’t go further than the cairn. Kai would go around it, following the path to the other side of the forest, yet it doesn't appear as if it exists anymore. 

It's only when he sinks on the forest floor in a defeated slump that he feels it. His right foot, from where it’s crossed over the other in front of him, is rising and falling very slightly. Dead leaves mingling with dirt crunch under his hands as he shifts, staring. Slowly, ever so slowly, he notices he’s not the only thing in the forest experiencing this. The trees, the plants, the flowers, even the rocks and stones strewn about, are slowly heaving up and down as if some massive creature is taking a breath and the forest is experiencing the echoes.

There’s an abrupt grinding sound, as if someone is trying to flatten two rocks together. A moment later, a series of loud crcks rings out, like the sound of nails on a chalkboard except with flint and the very earth’s memory of iron.

A slow growing hunch that starts deep in his bones and ends with his stomach dropping to the center of the earth, makes him look up

There, towering above, the trees a leafy crown and lit brilliant with golden light, is a massive face shaped into the cairn.

There’s a nose, what could be closed eyes, and even a mouth that’s slowly shifting, moving against itself and creating the sound of rock being pulverized.

Large cracks that he’d call eyelids on a human person slowly twitch, pulling back to reveal gaping empty sockets that are filled with brilliant lightning-bright fire a moment later.

The Old Forest itself is alive, and it wants everyone to know that it’s finally awake.

#my writing #someone please tell me if this is coherent #it’s too late for me to function #fantasy #folklore #fairy tales #short stories #1000 words #1000-5000 words

[total-drama-brainrot]

uhaam. like a dog by ferry. rk noah. Am i insane

I saw this ask, blacked out, and woke up to this on my screen.

So I think we're both a little insane. (The song, for context.)

#for real i don't know how this ended up on my screen. someone send help. #anyway the joke of dog-themed songs has just become something more i guess? because that's eerily fitting. #it's not a joke anymore 😨😳 #imo the song's a little more fitting for rk!alejandro? since it seems like it's from the perspective of someone holding power over the 'dog #and also likening themself to a dog as well i guess? but the singer definitely holds the majority of the power in their dynamic. #maybe i just want alejandro to tell noah he'll always come running back to him “like a wounded dog”. maybe i'm crazy. #maybe i'm born with it. maybe it's maybelline. 🤷‍♀️ #also please don't mind me linking the 'lullaby' version it just has the clearest/most coherent vocals. 🙏 #total drama #td alejandro #td noah #alenoah #rice krispies fic #ophe doodles #replies

[moonrose18]

thinking about book two when Alden said that Edaline and Grady had an important day ahead of them and Keefe went “oh the races in Atlantis!” and it got super awkward bc it was actually the day Jolie died and they were visiting her tree.

anyways I want to draw the Ruewens at the race when Jolie was alive

#i have been thinking thoughts #srsly tho they probably saw those races at least once right? #<- I keep referring to them as ‘the races’ because I don’t remember the specifics at all #kotlc #grady ruewen #edaline ruewen #jolie ruewen #please tell me this is coherent to someone

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I had a thought about the welcome home character designs. Is it possible that Wally was made/designed by someone different from the other puppets?

I'm not just talking about the fact he is the only one without a nose (though that is what started me thinking down this line), but everyone else (sans Eddie, but maybe we haven't just been shown) seems to push The boundaries of what a puppet could be: Barnaby and Poppy are Big, Howdy has four arms and four legs, Frank's spinning head, Sally's head needing more than one puppeteer, Julie's hair, heck, Home is a freaking house. Wally compared to this colorful crew seem... Well, I don't want to say plain but he definitely seems to be the vanilla ice cream of the bunch.

oh god YEAH OKAY um my brain's a lil too smooth lately to answer this correctly but there's. oh fuck ok there was a Thing i saw - a theory, im blanking on who was talking about it but it was Top Fucking Tier - about how Wally might be like... not a projection

but a... sort of mirror? an Ideal Self? to the in-canon playfellow creator, Ronald Dorelaine. the theory had a thread (if i remember correctly) of connecting the creator's name to Wally, similarities in sound and meaning and even some of the etymology i think they said...

but that could explain why Wally is a little... different. more... pure? im missing the right word rn but idk, his design is Graceful and Composed in comparison to the others. he Is indeed simpler, but in an "ideal" way. he's very appealing and non-cluttered to look at. he resembles a human, while not being too human-resembling like Eddie.

#so it probably wasnt a Different Person so much as it was a Different Approach #good good good ask this was Delicious to chew on #even if i cant cobble enough memories / coherency together to answer it the way i want to!!! #i swear my brain gets smoother with each day... #ALSO NOT THAT THE OTHER NEIGHBORS ARE CLUTTERED #all of their designs are top fucking tier!!! just yeah wally in comparison Is vanilla in a 'sight for sore-eyes' way #he looks so soothing and approachable yk yk #it also does help him stand out in his own way! #he's the smallest and 'plainest' and so sort of draws one's gaze #rambles from the bog #welcome home speculation #oh yeah and if someone knows the posts im Referencing please please tell me #i cant find them and i cant remember

[fossys]

are they really source memories if they arent at all from my source but are just from like. my past? like i am so very fucking different from my source n so much of my 'source' trauma n memories are from things that did not fucking happen in my source but happened to me if that makes sense? but like idk how to describe it other than source memories but that just. doesnt fit for me.

#some of my memories are also influenced by innerworld things or body things #like i am immensely different from when i first formed but like. im still me. #so some of my memories i count as 'innerworld' memories when like. they didnt technically happen in innerworld #but they only fit in my memory timeline if they did happen in innerworldso i #(i have a. mostly coherent timeline i keep of all my memories just since it comforts me) #but like genuinely wtf do i call these bcs they arent just innerworld things but they arent the same as source memories?? #idfk someone please tell me #-anon #system things #introject #fictive #sysblr #genuine question

[ravenclawfromdistrictfour]

“you could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him” ok but this line has always rubbed me the wrong way because i dont think that is true?!? like, at all??

the way katniss sees herself (and how she thinks other people see her) is so distorted in the most negative way, all she sees of herself is everything that is bad, she literally blames herself for every single person who dies during the war, thinks every compliment she gets is actually meant to be demeaning, constantly have thoughts like “finally, he can see me for who i really am. violent. distrustful. manipulative. deadly”

no katniss you are literally a teenage girl who has never felt a shred of safety or certainty, thrust into a role you neither wanted nor asked for, then manipulated and turned into a puppet by both sides of the war, by people who do not care that they don’t have your best interest at heart

in contrast, all her actions show very clearly what kind of person she actually is: smart, kind, thoughtful, empathetic, loyal, self sacrificing, resilient, brave, gosh i can go on forever and provide sources but that would take awhile and you get my point

basically katniss does not deserve to see herself how she does, and she is so much better than how alot of the fandom seems to see her, and i’m tired of people agreeing with this line, because this viewpoint is from coming from two very unreliable narrators who carry so much trauma of their own. shes not supposed to be seen like this by the reader, and she deserves better.

#someone please tell me this makes sense i honestly have no idea #the words just vomitted out and i have no clue whether they're coherent or not #i just have so many feelings about how much i love katniss #and the thing that struck me most during my reread was how so SO many of her thoughts about herself were negative #and i kinda saw my own reflection (which i did NOT like lol) #not to mention the sweeping moral judgements made about literal teenagers by this line #which just. no. lets not do that #so yes i will defend her to my death #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg #thg meta

[mx-giraffe]

Look at these beautiful eldritch horrors, aren’t they adorable?

#eldritch horrors #watercolor #watercolour art #ink drawing #inking #do you have even an inking of what I’m doing here darling? #hahaha #what am i doing #these guys plague my dreams at night #crazy? i was crazy once #is this caused by my confusion on whether or not toph or Katara would be able to bend liquid mercury? #okay I need to go watch the moonrise now #and ask it who would bend liquid mercury #someone needs to tell me #please #im so confused #is this coherent #why did my phone capitalise Katara but not toph? 😭

[taketheringtolohac]

heyyyyyy so to all of my mutuals/followers. are there any of you who would be willing to look over an essay that i'm submitting to an anthology? you wouldn't have to do any editing or anything just a general answering of "how was it" and "did it make sense" and maybe a few follow up questions about the content itself. it does have to get done in the next two days but if ur willing to read and have a little chat with me i would GREATLY appreciate it. the essay is on rocky horror and the cultural and physical barriers to access if that helps/you are interested! pls dm me 😭

#it is a bit lengthy. like 4.6k. but please i just need someone to look at this and tell me it is coherent. so i can submit. #roxy talks

[arom-antix]

Yo, shout out fanfic authors for helping me understand emotions cuz y’all know this autistic bitch suffers from alexithymia.

Like, say what you will about Bram Stoker or Charles Dickens being great authors (which they are, lower your crossbows) but I’ve never spent hours ruminating over New Emotions^TM after reading a chapter of David Copperfield like I have after reading a random angsty oneshot from random ao3 author BorntoShipVictuuri about the choice of whether or not to wear eyeliner.

 That shit be unlocking whole new areas of my brain I was only vaguely aware existed like it’s a LEGO Star Wars character selector.

#like holy shit #who knew that when people talk about your heart swelling with emotion thats actually what it feels like #i just thought it was a creative description #like how people talk about your heart bleeding emotion #like that sounds poetic af but what #now someone is gonna tell me thats a real feeling too #but i know that the swelling heart one feels like that because i just felt it a bit ago and oh boi thats strange #do yall just have all these feelings all the time #how are you coherent #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 authors #ao3 fanfic #i dont actually know what emotion was in the swelling thing i felt but boi did i feel it #brain just went here have fun and then i died #i hope yall are joking when you describe falling in love as this amazing feeling and then you start describing an anxiety attack #please im worried about yall #im happy to be firmly aromantic because that whole experience just does not sound fun im sorry #if you enjoy it tho that cool #just blink twice if youre being held hostage #alexithymia #autism #text post

[vibin-in-the-void]

Google can't answer me so tumblr I have a question

What are the american transformers who are people in outfits and control a giant robot? There's a red person and a pink one and a green on and a blue one and the yellow one was always my favorite, and there's sometimes a black one who's always angsty. And they have cards that they use to transform themselves into their superhero latex suits. It's not mi-high because they're spies. It's really old but it's still going on. I thought they were called transformers but transformers are car robots and also used to change the current of electricity.

#I need to know please someone tell me #I think I put enough info for people to understand #even if it's not coherent bc im tired and brain workd ndohhehhhhh

[talaok]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: It's been a really long time since Joel has felt the feel of anything else besides his own fist, and once you remind him how good the real thing is... let's just say it's hard for him to live up to his full potential.

warnings: smut| unprotected p in v sex, premature ejaculation, very touch-starved Joel, and allusion to oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: I don't know what to say lmao this is a thing for me ok, don't judge (and also you can't tell me this isn't accurate, like this man hasn't gotten laid since the moon landing probably, and you expect him to last? no way babe). Also I'm sorry about the title it's funny to me lol

Now this wasn't like him.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

The last time he had sex with a woman he'd just met (or any woman to be completely honest) he was 25 years younger and the world hadn't gone to shit yet... so yeah, a long time indeed.

But you were so fucking beautiful, such a pretty face with such pretty eyes, and god but that mouth of yours-

And plus you were new to Jackson, you didn't know yet about all the scary stories folks liked to tell about him, and you were kind and funny, and... did he mention hot already?

Just one night of letting loose, that's what he'd told himself, and then he was gonna go back to his old closed-off self, but for now... for now, he was too busy throwing you on his bed to think about anything else.

You were getting rid of your clothes and he followed your lead more than willingly, almost ripping the buttons off his flannel in the rush.

He bent down to kiss your neck as his hands hurried to your tits.

God, he'd forgotten how good it felt to touch a woman.

And when you let out a little whimper, he swore he had ascended to another universe.

"Joel please"

Fuck him, but he wasn't inside of you yet, and he was already feeling far too close to coming.

Guess fucking his own fist for two decades really does something to a man.

"need something?"

He was acting wayy too smug for someone who was feeling like a virgin all over again.

"Please- I need you inside me, Joel"

fucking damnit- he shouldn't have asked that, his dick was now really suffering the consequences.

He didn't risk saying anything else as he got rid of his boxers, but of course, you just had to come out and say:

"oh wow, you're big" with the sexiest fucking voice he'd ever heard.

"want me to stop?"

For some reason, those words elicited a criminally hot smirk on your lips  

"Definitely not"

You were looking at him like a starving woman and he had to look down to where he was moving his tip to your entrance to get away from you and your dangerous, dangerous gaze

He pushed into you slowly and god fucking damnit but the sounds that you made... those sweet little moans and whines you let out as your warm pussy stretched around him and hugged him better than anything he'd felt in years... he had no words for it- no coherent sounds could make it out of his mouth except for a few groans coming deep from his chest.

"Good christ"

that's the only thing he managed to murmur as he bottomed out and had to take a break to try not to bust his load right there.

"fuck you feel so good" you moaned, as your hands gripped his sheets "please move" you begged, your voice breathy and pleading, and godfuck he should have really thought about it before doing this.

"Joel please-"

"I just need a moment darlin'" he explained, closing his eyes to try and remember how he used to manage to last and coming up completely empty.

He could feel your expectant eyes on him so even if he sure as hell didn't feel ready, he did as you asked and started to move.

The regret reached him extraordinarily fast as he felt your walls tightening around him and as you cried out for him like an angel sent straight from heaven.

"fuck-" you moaned, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him wonder if you really just knew what you were doing, if you actually enjoyed torturing him like this

"god you're so deep"

Yeah, you definitely knew

"and so big-" you cried

He gripped your waist to try and ground himself as he thrusted into your fucking perfect cunt.

"oh my god-yes!" you moaned, your back arching from the bed as his thrust got harsher in the hopes that that would make you talk less.

"just like that Joel- oh-" 

And Joel was tough in a lot of ways and he wasn't one to give up easily, but shit you were making it hard for him.

"Please don't stop- fuckfuckfuck" you begged, shutting your eyes close at the feeling.

And that was it, he couldn't do it anymore

"please stop talking" he breathed, his eyes resuming their tour of your eyes, mouth, and bouncing tits.

"why?" 

"nothing it's just-"

And before he could answer you had grabbed his shoulder and forced him to bend down to meet your mouth with his.

Goddamnit.

"you just feel too good Joel" 

"fuck." he groaned, not able to stop his hips from moving no matter how much he wanted to "shit"

"what is it?"

"Jesus Christ I-"

"is there something wrong?"

"n-no just- fuck I'm sorry sweetheart"

And that's all he could say as he abruptly pulled out of you, his spend covering your stomach not even a second after as he growled so loud his neighbors probably thought he was getting killed.

"shit" again, he sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder.

"oh" you couldn't help but smile as everything came together

"I'm sorry darlin'" he breathed, leaning away and standing up as shame filled every inch of him.

"It's just- It's been a long time since I've done... this"

You sat up, your legs still dangling off the bed, as you admired his handy work on your belly.

"And you... you're just real fucking pretty" he huffed a half-laugh "I'm sorry"

You looked up at him then, meeting his mortified expression.

"No hey" you smiled, placing a hand on his torso "It's fine, I understand"

"god this is embarrassing, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again" he shook his head

"stop" you cooed, gently caressing his skin, as a mischievous spark lighted in your irides "It's fine, really" you promised, "and besides..." you bit your bottom lip as you slowly spread your legs "you could still make it up to me, y'know?"

He groaned again, falling to his knees between your thighs

"that I can do"

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fluff #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #joel miller angst #fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, orgasm control, yandere!ace with a possessive streak, mentions of marking and tattoos and violence, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-seven [ portgas d ace + being possessive ]

“I—“ it was hard to speak. not only was it hard to collect your thoughts and file them into a coherent sentence because it seemed like each, sharp snap of Ace’s hips pounded your brain to mush, but it was difficult to form the syllables with his fingers in your mouth. the first two digits on either hand, hooked into the fleshiest sections of your cheeks, stretching your mouth into an otherwise impossible shape. drool oozed from your pressurized couplet, leaving your chin sparkling, and your words came out slurred. “G—gonna cum!”

you hear him grunt from behind you. no doubt, it’s a reaction to the way your walls constrict against his cock. you always got so tight right before you came, like you were trying to swallow him up. usually, he would brace himself with his palms against your ass and push your face into the pillow, but not this time. “Not yet,” he rasped into your ear, “tell me whose it is.”

your eyelids flutter. your lips were sore from being stretched so wide. your thighs tremble every time his heavy balls smacked against you.

he was telling you no, not to cum, but he wasn’t taking any of the pleasure away, which made it extra difficult to comply.

“Whose is it?”

as if that question wasn’t already answered one thousand times over. everything about your formal self has been stripped. none of the crew referred to you by name, only by ‘Ace’s Girl’. your skin was inked permanently with his name for all to see, and even now— as he fucked you stupid, his had was draped askew on your head. you always smelled of him, and if you didn’t, well it wouldn’t be long before he marked you again. more often than not, he’d drag you on deck and fuck you in front of the rest of the crew until you were babbling and drooling and singing his name, just to remind them that you were his and only his.

all of those contingencies aside, even, you were fiercely loyal to Ace and even accepted your role. the way he possessed you, the way his face reddened up when he caught someone even looking in your direction, the way that he would kick the shit out of anyone that dared lay a hand on you. it turned you on. “Y—yours—“ you choked out, happily. you were certain that one syllable word would persuade him to let you chase your high into the sunset, but you feel his fingers slip from your mouth. calloused palms cradle your soft cheeks as he pulls your head further back, craning your neck until you were bent in an S shape. his hat slides from your head to hang against your back between your shoulder blades, the strings resting against your throat. and you let out a moan, looking up to the ceiling.

“Damn right!”

“Don’t look away,” Ace pants, giving your face a squeeze. “You know I hate it when you do that. Me. Focus on me, baby.”

you do as you’re told, your gaze hazy, but you try to focus on his figure looming over you. it would’ve been hard enough had you simply had to battle the way your body ragdolled underneath him, but your vision was blurry from your heavy lids trying to close.

“Attagirl,” Ace moans in approval, one thumb tracing your bottom lip as your jaw hangs slack. you would’ve been embarrassed at the amount of shiny drool that dribbled onto it if he hadn’t poked the digit into your mouth only moments later, “don’t let those pretty eyes close. Not even they cross. Not even if they wanna roll back in your head. Look at me,” Ace grunts and snorts like a beast, rutting into you rough and deep, “o-only at… me…”

“Ace, h—holy shit!” you cry out, “I need to cum, please! I can’t— can’t hold it anymore!”

Ace grins. it’s a crooked, weak smirk, but it paints his otherwise strained face, and sweat beads against his temples, sticking raven tendrils to his forehead. “Fuck, you feel good.” he barks. his own eyes start to droop, his eyeline flickering from your gaze, down to your lips, where you’ve started to nibble haplessly against his thumb, and then back up. he locked back on to your eyes, pouring every ounce of infatuation he had for you into his staring. “My girl, so tight and warm and all for me, right?” you nod, eyes crossed as you struggle to keep them open. but his were hypnotic. “No one else can ever feel this. No one else can ever have you. Who do you belong to?”

you were shaking with desire, teeth dug into the pad of his thumb as you finally reach your boiling point. “A—Ace!!”

Ace nods, and pulls you closer, dipping down to smear his lips over your swollen ones in a sloppy, heavy-breathed kiss that leaves you mewling and needy to taste more. “Then cum, baby, let the whole crew hear you scream my name this time.”

#ace #ace x reader #ace x you #ace smut #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas ace smut #portgas d ace smut #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece smut

[polarisjisung]

PETNAMES NCT DREAM WOULD USE

pairings: nct dream x fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.7k

warnings: hopefully none

notes: this is a little shorter than usual but if you couldn't tell already I'm a sucker for petnames (if you think they're cringy you're just painfully single 😤) so I HAD to make this

MARK — my girl/babe

now mark's a chill laid back guy, and he loves you like crazy but he also doesn't see any need in extravagant nicknames or petnames and he sticks to the classics, he probably won't address you by your name for the most part so he'll just stick to babe. sweet and simple

"that's my girl" is such a classic mark thing, he gets proud over the smallest things you do, he's like your personal cheerleader. It could be something so small as flipping an egg without breaking the yolk and mark would be ecstatic.

RENJUN — darling

nicknames are serious business for renjun, every now and then he'll call you babe but to him it feels too casual— most likely it'll be something very specific to your relationship and how you met but if not he loves darling, it feels the most endearing to him.

JENO — baby/angel/gorgeous

for the most part jeno will stick to baby, sometimes babe but in his softest moments he'll go for angel— it's unconscious really.

but to jeno you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, like his own personal angel— somehow you always know what to do/say when he's feeling down and he's never met someone like that before. you're unique and somehow everything you do feels perfect to jeno, he thinks your soul is so pure, you're his angel.

on occasion jeno will throw a quick but calculated "good morning gorgeous" your way— mainly because it has you absolutely falling apart to the point where you can't even form coherent sentences, but jeno thinks it's cute

HAECHAN — sunshine/sunflower/honey

you bring out the best in him, you're his motivation and you give him so much energy for performances and his idol life, especially when things get tough so calling you his sunshine just feels right to haechan.

haechan probably throws around a lot of nicknames with you, sometimes some a little too weird, but he knows it'll get you smiling

"hey snookums" he'd say casually as he enters the room

"are you talking to me hyuck?"

he'd nod eagerly and you can't help but giggle at his dorky smile

"I love you but please, never call me that again" best believe he'll stick to that nickname for the rest of the week

and of course every time he steps through the door, haechan has to announce "honey, I'm home" like hes in some american sitcom, as if you didn't see him pull up in the drive and hear his keys jingle as he unlocked the door— you love him either way

JAEMIN — princess/pretty

sure jaemin thinks he's a princess but you? you're like the princess of all princesses. plus jaemin feels the need to remind you of your worth day in and day out— you're a princess and so you deserve to be treated like one, given jaemin's practically a king at princess treatment, you'd consider it appropriate

jaemin thinks you're pretty no doubt. in some moments, especially when you don't quite share the same opinion, jaemin will be the first one to remind you, and if you're feeling down "hey pretty look at me" he'd say in that soft low tone of his that's so awfully comforting, with two hands on your shoulder before giving you the pep talk of a lifetime

CHENLE — babe/baby

chenle's not much of a petnames guy aside from a casual babe/baby here and there but you suppose that's what makes it all the more special when he does use them

he much prefers to have a nickname for you that's exclusive to him than using petnames, but if its something you're into he'll definitely try and step up his game, also if he gets teased by his members for calling you by your name

a jealous chenle uses all the petnames under the sun— anything to make it clear you're his girl

JISUNG — (my) love/beautiful

jisung is usually soft spoken but too shy to throw around "I love/like you's" without becoming a blushing mess so his favourite way to subtly remind you just how much you mean to him are through petnames. he truly thinks you're beautiful inside and out, so it's one of the first names he addresses you with.

he likes to switch it up, testing and seeing which ones your smile grows the widest at. he decides love feels right. after all, you were the person who taught him all about it.

#nct dream x y/n #nct dream x oc #nct dream x you #nct x female reader #nct x y/n #nct x oc #nct x you #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #jisung #chenle #jaemin #jeno #haechan #renjun #mark #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #jisung x reader #chenle x reader #jaemin x reader #haechan x reader #jeno x reader #renjun x reader #mark x reader #nct #nct dream

[hermslore]

Car Ride | Regina George x Reader

REQUESTED

You're a part of the plastics, and get invited by Regina to go shopping along with the girls. During the trip, another girl begins to flirt with you and Regina, being her, gets jealous.

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warning: smut

Fingering, Reader having to keep quiet, Car sex, Public sex, dom!regina, choking, mention of strap-on

Regina had found a new person to play with, Cady Heron. You were in her group of plastics for a while and when new meat walked in, of course Regina had to invite her to have lunch with the rest of you.

Cady was very pretty, the only problem was, her fashion sense. Which, Regina couldn't tolerate. So, she decided to invite all of you to go shopping.

"Get in loser," she smirked at Cady, your jealousy growing. You and Regina's relationship was complicated. You had sex with her a lot but never more than that. She was out to everyone but you were scared to ask her out. However, despite, the "friends with benefits" relation you both had, she would get extremely jealous whenever you got close to someone else.

When all of you reached the mall, she helped pick out outfits for cady. They all tried on different types of clothing, and gretchen and karen hyped cady up and helped her decide what to buy.

While all of this was going on, you were roaming around, picking clothes that you thought would look good on Regina as you chuckled to yourself.

Of course, you had developed a crush on Regina, Gretchen and Karen had figured it out too, saying you were awfully obvious.

While you were lost in your thoughts, a worker showed up to help you out. Her blouse was slightly open, and you could tell she was trying to flirt.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Regina glaring at the both of you and you decided to mess with her. You started leaning in more into the worker, laughing and giggling at her words, acting flirty.

Regina was boiling with rage, she hated seeing you flirt with others, that too, in front of her. She stormed over, grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

"We're leaving," she growled, you shivered at her aggression. You all made your way to the car, but she didn't make eye contact with you, neither did she try to talk to you.

As you were too many people, you all decided to split cabs. One with you, Karen and Regina, the other with Cady and Gretchen.

Karen sat in the front, completely oblivious to the tension among you and Regina at the back. She had headphones in, not paying attention to you both.

"Regin-" you began to talk, but were cut off as she turned around and glared at you. "What did you think you were doing?" she asked you, her tone demanding, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't form proper sentences, her hand undoing your jeans slowly. Karen was completely phased out, not paying attention to you both to your relief. "I- I was just talking to the worker there," you managed to say.

"Oh, you know it was more than that," she hissed. She was extremely mad, and you found it so hot. You were going to answer but gasped.

Her fingers made it to your underwear, teasing your folds. "Maybe you need to be reminded who you belong to," she growled in your ear. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly.

"So wet for me, kitten," she purred in your ear as you bit your lip to suppress your noises. Her fingers stroked you, making you shiver.

"Who do you belong to?" She looked at you, eyes filled with lust. "Y-you, mmph," you whimper out, unable to form coherent sentences.

She inserted a finger in you, making you gasp. "Keep quiet, or else I'll have to choke you," she snarled, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Oh, you want that, don't you?" she chuckled, darkly. Her free hand made it's way to your neck, choking you, as she looked front to make sure Karen didn't see anything. You let out a muffled moan as she added another finger in you.

"Regina, please, I'll never flirt with anyone else," you begged, you were getting desparate now. She giggled, fastening her pace as you let out muffled moans, biting your lip to the point where it almost drew blood.

"That's it, baby, ride my fingers," she purred in your ear as you rolled your hips against her fingers. You came undone quite quickly, making her chuckle. She pulled her fingers out, letting go of your neck and licked them clean.

You licked your lips and looked at her hungrily. You couldn't wait to get home, you knew she would punish you for flirting with other people.

And you were right, when you both got home, she bent you over her bed, ramming her strap into you till you couldn't walk.

#gxg imagine #gxg #smut #mean girls #renee rapp #lesbian #regina george #regina george x y/n #renee rapp x reader #reneé rapp #reneé rapp x reader #queer #mean girls 2024 #karen smith #gretchen wieners #cady heron

[bigfatbimbo]

sorry not sorry but.

Vox having so shitty day that when he sees reader chatting with someone just a little bit too happily, he can't help but aggressively sub in the evening (idk how else to call it). Like, he's riding you as if his life depends on it, bitching non-stop about "who else could offer you so much things? who else could make you feel so good?" and stuff

but in the end, he's an actually desperate mess, whining about how he'd do anything, just don't leave him. He's not this insecure usually at all, no, it's just a really terrible day

warnings — sub vox, use of a strap, smut but lowkey it’s kinda fluffy smut at the end

a/n — so I should clarify that since I have so many requests to get too, all of them will probably be short drabble like this, maybe shorter.

summary — my thoughts on the request above in the form of a low effort drabble.

Oh, poor baby. After an already terrible day of his fragile ego taking hit after hit, seeing you happily talking to someone else would end him. Maybe he had to sit through one of Val’s tantrums, or he had an excessive amount of meetings, and maybe he lost an argument to his rival the radio demon.

And then on top of that, you’re just having so fun talking to some random person without him. As if he wasn’t even there. He’s analyzing everything about the scene, why your body’s are ever so slightly leaning towards eachother, the smile on your face, the eye contact.

He’s pissy but he’s also just genuinely hurt. Like oh, just his luck; an already shitty day gets shittier! Why not just have his lover leave him for some ugly ass nobody.

He’d approach you later that evening and literally not wait to be all over you, telling you to get your strap, and pulling you down onto the bed.

No because imagine he’s just humping and grinding on your strap faster and faster as he’s glitching and rambling. You don’t even know what he’s on about because it all seems so random and internalized, as if he’s not even really talking to you. And the glitching and moaning doesn’t help make it coherent.

“No one else would w—wzz—worship you like I do, make you feel so good,” Vox would remark, more to himself than you. “No one would want you as much as I do—“

He’s interrupting himself and cutting himself off by whining, and he’s fucking himself onto your plastic dick so aggressively that you’re sure it’s hurting him. Honestly, you were a little worried about this behavior.

“Vox, baby—“ you try but he just moans loudly and speeds up, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.

You don’t even have to praise or degrade him because he’s literally doing it all himself, not even letting you get a word in.

“Nngh—zzzh— No one would be such a slut for you. Not like me,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut intensely, “Tell me i’m perfect, tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had, tell me i’m good enough. I—“

”Vox!” You interrupt, sitting up fully and putting a tight grip on his hips, preventing him from moving. He whines at the loss of friction. “Vox, sweetheart, slow down.”

The lack of movement from your strap makes his brain fuzzy and needy, causing him to let one tear fall across his screen.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Even with your dick inside him, your words showed no trace of flirtation, only sincere concern.

He squirms in your lap, trying to get you going again, “I just—ungh—fffuck. Please. I need you, I need you. ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry! I’ll do anything, please don’t stop. Please don’t leave me!”

At this point more tears drizzled down poor vox’s screen as he uselessly rutting down onto you. Your heart pangs as you examine he’s pathetic demeanor. Your hand links around his waist and you flip him onto the mattress.

Placing a kiss on his lips, cheek, and then neck, you start to move inside him once again. “You are perfect,” you praise, speeding up, “You are good enough, baby. You’re wonderful.”

He whines at your movements as he cries more desperately. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. I could never leave you, I will never leave you.”

Your pace becomes quicker, but you treat him gently, bringing his hands individually up to your lips and pressing soft kisses on each, before interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the mattress.

He whines and squirms underneath you, sobbing loudly, sending a spark of electricity uncomfortably through your body. You recover from the buzz fast.

“So pretty, so good for me,” you praise softly, “You have all my attention now, Vox. You have nothing to worry about.”

a/n — wasn’t aware if you wanted boypussy vox or just for me to be normal for once— so i left it up to interpretation.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #inbox open #dom reader #vox x reader #sub vox #vox smut

[ningvory]

troublemaker — huh yunjin

cw: teacher x student, brat reader, mean yunjin, public sex, fingering, facesitting (y. receiving), pussy eating (both receiving), degration, overstimulation, cum eating, dacryphilia, humiliation kink, mentions of gp chaewon, she takes 1 picture of you and sends it to chae, not rlly proofread..

word count: 1.1k

anon ask? yes!

“so..where’s my homework, y/n?” your professor, yunjin questioned you. her eyes were looking you up and down through her glasses with a small smirk on her face.

it was about 5 minutes after class ended, her last class of the day which happens to be your last class. she always tells you to come see her after class, in which you always do but you never know her reasons to why. you clearly show that you honestly don’t care for what she has to say and her stupid homework assignment.

which is what you’re doing now, standing infront of her desk with your body resting on your right hip, lollipop in your mouth full on knowing that no candy is allowed in her classroom, and your hand is tapping away at your phone and it’s audible that you’re texting someone due to your phone ringer being on. your just ignoring her question and her lingering stare on your body.

“i’m talking to you, y/n.” her voice is more stern, causing you to roll your eyes and turn your phone off. your eyes finally meeting hers for the first time today.

“look, i don’t have your stupid assignment, kay?” you say, tone harsh and sarcastically smiling at her.

“watch your tone with me.” yunjin states, eyes darkening and walking towards you.

“hah. make me.” you say, looking up at her eyes. doubting that she would actually do anything. it’s not like she ever did do something whenever you broke her rules or gave her attitude.

but suddenly your body was pushed down to her desk, before taking your skirt and panties off.

“wh-what are you doing?” you question her trying to raise your body up but to no avail.

“teaching you a lesson. now be a good slut and take it.” she says before kneeling down and immediately sucking on your clit making you let out a surprised moan.

you were trying to find anything to grip onto, any coherent thought completely vanished from your mind and only incoherent words that were cut off by your moans and whines spilled out of your mouth. you hands were tangled in her hair, trying to pull her head impossibly closer to you cunt, not caring if she was suffocating but you doubt she cared from the way she was moaning into your cunt.

“not stopping until your fucked completely dumb and overstimulated, pretty.” yunjin mutters before diving right back into your cunt, nothing but her slurps and your whines filled her classroom.

she hums against your dripping cunt, tongue deep in your hole and her nose nuzzled right against your clit. your moans and whines were like music to her ears, it excites her that she’s got you this submissive for her. she knows that you’ll sound even prettier when she splits your tight cunny with her strap-on.

“you like this you whore don’t you?” she pulls away before she plunges two of her fingers deep into your cunt making you squeal.

it’s not like you can answer her with a complete coherent sentence. but yunjin’s too impatient to wait for you to form a sentence. “got you too dumb to speak already, dummy?” she taunts, landing a harsh smack to you clit, making you jolt and moan.

yunjin leans back into your drooling cunny, placing sloppy kisses onto your clit before she sucks on your puffy clit once more.

you start to grind your hips onto her face until she pins your hips down.

“ah! yunjin—g’na cum!” you moan before cumming all over her face.

she didnt seem to care that your cum was dipping from her chin and on her table because once your vision turned backed to nomal, she’s latching her mouth onto your juicy cunny once more.

“no! n-no more please, i-i’m sorry!!” you cry, tears falling down your face and desperately pushing her head away from your overstimulated cunt.

she moans into your cunt from the way you tug at her hair but ignored your pleads, forcing your legs that were closing in on her head open. continuing to swirl and suck on your bundle of nerves.

you can’t do anything but to sit there and take all that she’s giving you, body too weak and nothing but moans were coming out of your mouth.

she sucks all on your cunt, drinking up all the cum before pulling away with a loud pop!

she finally stands up from her kneeling position. pulling her pencil skirt down and her soaked panties off.

“your so cute when your an obedient slut that’s not being a lil troublemaker.” she mocks before climbing up your body.

“i fucked you so good it’s only right to return the favor, right?” yunjin asks, letting you nod your head, looking up at her with nothing but lust.

she giggles before sitting completely down on your face, all of her weight landing on you. and you to work immediately, arms wrapping about her legs and letting her roll her hips onto you face.

“you’re such a good slut when someone fucks it into you.” yunjin moans, rocking her hips slowly into your mouth.

she began to squeeze your head in between her plush thighs when your nose hits her clit everytime she rolls her hips into you. she begins to grip on your hair, hips rolling quicker from the pleasure, “fuck! just like that, s-so—fuck! so good for me,” she moans.

“what would y-your friend, chaewon think about—ngh!— think about you getting bitched by your professor?” she questions you, making you moan into her dripping cunt, hips jolting up into the air. “fuck, she’d probably cum in her pants just from watching me use your pretty lil’ face. i see the way she looks at you, hiding her boner,” she continued through staggered breath.

“oh fuck!” she moans loudly, her back is arched, squeezing her legs around your head, “r-right there! holy shi—”

she cums all over your face, slowly grinding her dripping cunt down onto your face until she finally gets up and lets you breathe.

yunjin sits down on your tummy, grabbing your phone before forcing you to unlock it. she does a few tapping before she smiles at you, “smile for the picture,” she says as the camera flashes. creating a photo of your face covered in globs of her cum and tear stains.

“let’s see what your pervy little friend chaewon thinks of this.” she says as she types something up on your phone before you hear the sending message.

“we should do this more often, only next time. bring chaewon over so i can fuck the both of you dumb.”

#♡.yunjin #♡.lesserafim #♡.nabi’s asks #wlw smut #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim smut #yunjin smut #huh yunjin smut #kpop smut