#that's it im throwing hands WHO wrote this literally who

[tiyoin]

pt.2 | 📍pt.3 | pt.4

im fighting my demons to go to my classes today, so I wrote some more

there was something so... paralyzing about going to class.

after what happened you couldn't budge going back. its been a week yes. but time didn't change emotional residue that stuck and clung to you whenever you thought about leaving the ramshackle.

backpack strapped to your person and hands clenching the straps, you were ready to go to school. yet with each passing second you stood at the door. quiet, contemplating.

you've been through so much worse than this! this is the easy stuff! just open that door, walk to class, sit, learn / day dream, and run back to ramshackle while you waited for your second class.

easy enough right?

wrong.

the splinters in the door didn't seem to move the harder you stared at it. the longer your eyes glazed over each discoloration of the wooden door. yet the more you looked at it the more the handled disappeared and the more wall-like it became.

you could do this. its not like you're going to die. right? "scratch that" you muttered, thinking about how this school has had a handful of overboots in the past few months. who knows if you accidentally trip and fall, having your pencil in the side of your backpack fly out and stab someone in the eye.

causing an overboot.

boom, instant death.

or! what if you got yourself a treat from the cafeteria today (lunch) and accidentally trip?? causing yourself to not only look like a fool in front of the entire school, but maybe you got your treat on one of the leeches!

instant death.

you let out an exasperated sigh. fuck. your hands that were once clutching the straps of your backpack were now rubbing against your eyes aggressively.

you wanted to cry. your mind relenting as your tear ducts sprung into action and steadily glided down your face.

why couldn't you do this one simple thing??

its literally so easy. just move your sorry butt and get to class. it's okay because yuu is there, grim is there....... okay, so yuu and grim are there-

your mind thought back to silver and kalim. ever since you interacted with the two your mind has been in limbos about whether you should call them your friends or not. I mean, should they even be on the podium for a poetical friendship?

what if they didn't want to be your friend? what if this was all some sort of elaborate school wide joke to make you look like a fool? like some kind of loser?

dropping your hands to your side, you started fanning yourself. the insidious thoughts swirling in your mind as they kept spiraling and spiraling. each thought was more outlandish than the last as you tried to breathe.

you had noticed your breathing pick up. trying everything in your power to control your emotions, yet it was useless. each self assured thought battled valiantly against each worry. yet Seth each good thought there were about 10 bad thoughts there to counter.

fuck.

why were you such a failure? its literally class. you dont even have to talk! just go there!

but that's exactly what spooked you enough to throw your bag on the floor. you couldn't be there with all those eyes on you.

with a defeated, angry huff you stormed to the dusty, stripped couch. tears long exchanged for angry growls and grumbles as you plopped yourself on it before standing up. you walked back and forth in front of the couch because you had to do something-anything. you needed to distract yourself from these thoughts.

yet the one thing you wanted to do was so out of reach for you, ... yet it was right there.

you were trapped in a glass house with nothing but your fear keeping the door closed.

"oi what's the the racket!"

you paused your pacing. 'when did I start pacing?' you thought to yourself for a moment. shrugging it off, you looked around to try and find the person who's voice that belonged to.

yet there was no one. no ghosts nor grim-

"what're you doing stand'n there like a chicken? dont'cha got class?" you followed the voice to the stairs. and low and behold was the magnificent grim. paws at his hips with a judge look, right before he yawned.

'cute' you thought with a deep breathe.

your fanning motions slowed down with each step grim descended. you didn't bother listening to his yapping as you walked closer to your furry companion.

"I uh..."

"couldn't do it?" he asked bluntly. your cheeks heated up as you nodded softly, a bit embarrassed that someone as... grim like, could point that out.

he sighs once he's at a step that's eye level with you. he pointed with a smirk "listen, I normally dont do this, but the great and powerful grim must show his henchmen some beevlence"

"benevolence" you corrected

grim rolled his eyes, giving you a deadpan expression "yeah, that's what I said"

you gave him a thin lipped 'uh huh' as he continued.

"so! I'll let you carry the great grim to class!'

'... this little shit is capitalizing on your anxiety to catch a free lift! that little asshole

but then again... free emotional support animal

but it's the principle-

yeah and we're going to be having another meeting with that bird-brain if we dont keep up attendance.'

you battled with yourself for a moment. weighing the pros and cons of using each other. grim would definitely not shut up about it when you're carrying him... but... free hugs.

"oi, why you making faces?"

"sorry, I just got lost in thought" you smiled sheepishly. taking a deep breath, you looked him in the eye. "okay, that works for me"

grim cheered before complaining how tried he was from gym yesterday. yet you faintly recall the feline scouting out a place under the bleachers to take a cat nap under.

yet you also recalled how Vargas found him (you and yuu snitched) and made him run 5 extra laps because of all the new engird he must have💪

you laughed to yourself at the memory. your mood slightly lighting as you shooed off another one of grim's questions.

bending down, grim clambered happily in your arms as you adjusted your hold on him. making your way back to your discarded book bag, you carefully bent down, making sure not to drop the... fat cat.

there was no way to say it nicely.

fluffy? soft? fun-sized?

slinging the bag on your back, you paused for a moment to adjust the straps and the cat in your hold. once were both situated and you were positive weren't going to move, you made your way to the door.

you tried focusing on grim. on his soft fur, random yapping, and even the warmth his ears protruded.

once you were back at your oaky wall, you took a deep breathe. the deepest oe you took all day. closing your eyes, you shot your hand towards the door and aggersivly opened it.

and to your surprise; there was no one there.

no dragon to smite you where you stood

no annoyingly obnoxious person waiting to point out your flaws,

no towering upper class-men ready to stare you down the moment you read on their radar

not even meteor.

there was nothing. and yet you still paused. still hesitated.

your eyes surveyed the courtyard in front of you, searching and scanning for anything besides from trees and distant buildings. anything besides the overgrown weeds and cracked cobblestone.

"oi c'mon, we'll be even later than the late bell! hurry it up!"

jolting at the interruption. you reached for the door before closing it. now you were trapped outside. grim hurried you again, starting to squirm in your arms in annoyance.

your mouth and feet work in unison as you kept your eyes locked on the gate.

"how would you describe yourself grim?"

and you know what, the walk wasn't as bad as you thought.

--

its a bit shorter than the rest (so far) but I had to build a bit to the next part.

#twisted anxiety 🌀 #tiyoin 🔎 #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul x reader #leona x reader #malleus x reader #idia x reader #vil x reader #Floyd Leech x reader #jade leech x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #malleus draconic x reader #kalim x reader #silver x reader #silver twisted wonderland #twst silver x reader

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 3 MATCH 32

Mammon propaganda:

“He was done dirty in the first round, I hope he wins this time because he deserves it 

First of all, he hates you at the start but then he starts to like you but he exclaimed his hate too much at the start so he can't admit it 

Everyone knows that he likes MC, even his little D (who are demons familiars) thinks that they should date 

He is a classic tsundere but doesn't actually hurt you like other tsunderes but he is so bad at hiding his feelings that everyone is just ignores it 

He is the avatar of greed, meaning he is clingy which may be a turn away for some people but he cares for you so so much 

He has never turned into his demon form to hurt you (Asmo hasn't but he has tried to seduce you with his power)

Don't get me started on his story cards, he literally is so cute

He wants to be a mentor to Luke, like Lucifer was to him, he is only mean to Luke because he wants Luke to learn about how life isn't all sunshine and rainbows

He is also so hot, he is a bisexual panic 

He is bullied by his brothers but he cares for them so so much despite their bullying

I am so in love with him and have written so many fics about him 

Anyway, I'm going to stop here because otherwise I'll be here all day”

“First friend, first pact, practically the MC's first everything, he is a major Tsundere, he holds my heart hostage, I just want to smooch him, he and MC share a room, he is such a cute little bab, he does bully Luke (a child) but it's revealed that he just wants to show Luke that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows and want help him figure things out

He is the cutest little guy, he cares for his brother 

His sin is greed so he does steal things from people but since lesson 1 he hasn't stolen anything from MC 

He wrote a song to propose 

Sure he is clingy but in a good way

He is so cute 

He adopted a child, which he had to leave in the care of witches and willingly let's the witches extort him 

There is so much that I can say about him but 1. Spoilers and 2. I don't think you want to read that much”

“OKAY SO. OH MY GOD. 

First person we're able to properly romance in game. AND FOR GOOD REASON. He's had MCs back from the beginning, hes the one real one in the game. He's always trying to protect us and its so nice. Puppy boy. He's so me as well??? Like he's such a doting boyfriend it's literally so cute. When MC had to go back up to Earth, he kept breaking the rotating schedule in order to call us more. He always gets MC gifts (avatar of greed love language being gift giving im gonna collapse) and he just drops the most romantic lines out of nowhere??? Like sir are you trying to give me a heart attack. He's the secretly traumatized comic relief. He has ADHD. He's canonically queer (MC doesnt have a set gender). He even likes Head pats. Vote Mammon.”

“HE'S SO PATHETIC AND CRINGEFAIL. I LOVE HIM”

Jaehee propaganda:

“only female love interest in MM, not included in the first round for SOME REASON, you literally go off and live your coffee shop au with her at the end of her route.”

“My lesbian wife. Open a bakery with her after convincing her that she doesn't have to give up her happiness to make money. She can pursue her passions. Also her backstory is so sad and I just wanna hug and kiss her and throw hands at her "family" for making her feel like she does. Also the Valentine's dlc, you get locked in the back of the bakery with her and... Yeah that's my wife. I love her dearly. Also can we just acknowledge that she's like the only path that involves almost none of the dramatic death defying nonsense. You're just gay and in love and it's beautiful”

#mammon #mammon obey me #obey me #obey me shall we date #jaehee kang #mystic messenger #mysme #Round 3 #MDDC 2

[hisui-dreamer]

Eyy so can I request for fem!reader headcanons that she has a familiar that is actually the Stitch himself? With first years' reaction (Lol imagine Stitch literately gonna throw hands with Ace during their first meeting and still hold grudges-)

cute and fluffy!

Characters: First Years (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek, Grim)

Synopsis: how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar

Tags: mostly platonic but can be romantic (except ortho), stitch!, fluff, crack

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: definitely should have wrote this back in the summer, buuut now we all get to think of nostalgic summer vibes hehe

Masterlist

bond: 5/10

you can't tell me these two don't argue(?) every moment they have

usually it's ace trying to play a prank on him, get revenge on him

but stitch is way too clever, and always manages to shift all the blame onto ace

ace can try all his might to convince us, but his acting skills are way too flashy to be realistic

just look at those big innocent eyes! how could you accuse him like that, ace!

all the while stitch is just on your shoulder, smirking at ace

though there are times when these two team up, particularly when they're trying to prank other people

riddle and deuce get pranked... a lot

usually it's stitch either playing cute, or messing around to create a distraction for ace

they're a powerful team these two T_T

"Hey prefect! Have a little faith in me, okay?!" Ace says, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It really wasn't me, it was Stitch!" he points towards Stitch, sitting comfortably on your shoulder. You shift your gaze to Stitch, and he tilts his head innocently.

Raising an eyebrow, you look back at Ace.

"Argh! You're getting tricked by him again!"

"Haka taba, ika patootie!" your familiar exclaims.

(How embarrassing, stupid head!)

bond: 7/10

these two get along pretty well!

stitch really admires deuce for trying his best, even if his efforts aren't always visible

it reminds him of himself, so he's always enthusaistic about helping deuce when he struggles!

though... deuce is pretty much fooled by stitch's cuteness most of the time, so he still gets pranked by stitch

only deuce usually doesn't realise stitch was the culprit, and even if he does, he just ends up laughing good-heartedly

they're like the sweet elder brother and the genius little brother omg

"Hm? Oh, hi Stitch," Deuce acknowledges quietly, his gaze fixed on the textbook, unfazed by Stitch's arrival on the adjacent seat. Stitch makes a questioning sound, and only then does Deuce turn to face him.

"Oh, I'm trying to figure this question here," he points to the page. "I just can't get my head around it... How did they get that answer...."

Stitch peers at the page for a moment, then reaches for Deuce's pen, swiftly scribbling away at a scrap piece of paper. Once he's done, he holds it up for Deuce to see.

"Wha-? Wait.. you solved it??" Deuce mumbles. His eyes scan over the page as a sudden realization dawning in his eyes. "So that's how you do it...! Thanks Stitch!" he says as he pulls Stitch in for a hug.

bond: 6/10

omg best workout buddies!!

yeah, he isn't really affected by stitch's cuteness

but his strength??? absolutely

these two love having competitions to see who can lift more weight

im sorry jack, it's stitch, you can't beat my six-armed alien dog familiar

but if anything, this just motivates jack to work on his muscles even more

positive loop i guess??

and stitch joins him sometimes! but he gets frustrated at the equipment easily

so make sure you stop him before he starts throwing things around

his dream is to see stitch and leona having an arm wrestle but we all know that's not happening soon T_T

sibling rivalry vibes fr

"Alright, you want me to move that bookshelf over there right? Where exactly do you-"

Before Jack can even finish his sentence, the bookshelf quickly moves to the other side of the room in a blur of blue, exactly where you wanted it.

"Pitcha! Stitch! Strong! Ahahahaha!" Stitch cackles, rolling on the floor with laughter.

(Done!)

You feel Jack tense up beside you. "Grrrr... Are you tryin' to show off??" he growls. He turned to you, determination evident in his eyes, "Prefect! What else would you like to move? Leave it to me!"

bond: 8/10

epel has a lot to learn from stitch!

anyone with a keen eye can tell stitch is really good at fooling other people with his cute appearance

and many times, he can use it to his advantage! mostly from you, lilia, and floyd who cannot resist the cute and fluffy

the poison apple is always observing stitch to see how he can use his features as his weapon

and stitch very glady teaches epel in alien talk but we've got body language, because epel always brings delicious apple snacks for him!

so you always find epel listening attentively while stitch does some dramatic recreation of a scenario

Perched on a cushion, Stitch begins to act out a scene, the crumbs of apple pie still lingering on his face.

"Uhh... some bad guy caught you in his arms?"

Stitch vigorously nods, then switches to a puppy dog face and executes a jump-kick in the air.

"You acted cute... and then you managed to kick him?"

Stitch nods again, transitioning between a sweet, innocent expression and a fierce, growling one.

"Ahhh... So you shifted between being cute to catch them off guard..." Epel hums thoughtfully. "That's really smart Stitch!"

Proud, Stitch beams, "Stitch! El kiyotay!"

(Good idea!)

bond: 7/10

in the same vein that ortho is a sweet kid who has a mischevious side, he gets along really well with stitch!

he loves how affectionate stitch can be with hugs, and also finds it funny how he can lose his temper very easily

he's also fascinated with the alien stuff, after all, stitch's existence proves there are extraterrestrial beings! he loves expanding on his database

the two of them also love building tiny gadgets out of whatever scraps they find, it's like a competition to see who can come up with a more useful gadget

not to mention, his big bro is dying to meet stitch! a cute alien dog who loves climbing onto other people's shoulders? sign him up!

but his social energy can't... so it's up to ortho to get more interactions with stitch!

"You're so cool Stitch!" Ortho laughs as he takes in the sandcastel Stitch built in seconds. "Idia would be so impressed..."

Stitch makes a inquisitive sound, prompting Ortho to explain, "Oh, Idia is my big brother! He'd absolutely be amazed by you, but he's too shy to make new friends," Ortho pouts.

Stitch tilts his head and asks, "Ohana?"

"Ohana?" Ortho repeats. "You've said that before... it means family right? Yeah, Idia is my Ohana."

"Goobaja! Meet! Ohana!" he exclaims.

(Let's go!)

"You want to meet my big bro?" Ortho asks. Seeing Stitch's enthusiasm, Ortho laughs again, "Hmm... alright then, let's go see him now!"

bond: 2/10

oh boy... these two should not be in the same room together

it all started when sebek was looking for malleus during one of malleus' late night ramshackle visits

and though malleus was endeared by how unstartled stitch was to just casually climb onto his shoulder, sebek certainly was not

"HOW DARE THE CREATURE CLIMB ONTO MY LIEGE'S SHOULDER!!!"

of course, first impressions really do matter, so whenever the two of them see each other...

they hiss at each other. both of them.

though sebek will behave if lilia or malleus are present, but the silence vanquishes almost immediately when they're gone

he will be impressed by stitch's physical strength and speed, just in a more condescending way as compared to jack

"Sebek. isn't it amazing how strong Stitch is? He lifted so many logs at once!" Lilia exclaims admiringly, while Stitch grins smugly.

"Yes., Lilia... It certainly is impressive..." Sebek mumbles, shifting his gaze to a glare directed at Stitch. "...for a creature of such moderate stature,"

Stitch, in turn, growls ferociously back at Sebek. "Meega, nala kweesta!"

"Oh dear..." Lilia sighs. "Young people these days are always so eager to get into fights,"

bond: 4/10

what do you mean his henchman has a familiar?! you're his henchman!!

ahem ahem jealousy

will argue about everything with stitch, and he could be completely wrong but still argues confidently

honestly, stitch finds grim amusing

it's kinda like a 'i don't need to prove myself to you' smug grin

fights about food! always.

stitch your favourite food isn't even tuna, stop bullying grim T_T

but stitch is still a sweetheart sometimes, and will be nice/help grim whenever he can

"Hench-man!" Grim exclaims as he jumps up and down. "Why does that guy get to sit on your shoulder? It's not fair~"

"Grim, didn't you complain when I carried you last time?" you ask.

Grim freezes for a moment. "Well... uh... That's different! I wanna see from high up too!"

Stitch laughs at his response, "Wahaha! Toga meega patookie!"

(Kiss my butt)

"Henchman~" Grim whines.

Sighing, you pick Grim up and have him sit on the other shoulder. Oh, the woes of having two 'familiars'.

Masterlist

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[tumbleweedbee]

male reader trying to take care of sick ghost but its too diffcult becus hes just too stubborn!!! :(((

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!!

Also I apologise for the terrible writing as I haven’t wrote in a while and I’m very rusty 😭🥲

-Reader POV-

I received a call from Price while I was in the army barracks, I always fear these calls as they’re usually to do with someone dying or someone betraying us, so I held my breath.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I know I never really call you but I kinda need your help with something..”

I raise my eyebrow at the odd request, I know price isn’t exactly the kind to ask someone like me for help, I feel curiosity eat at me, as I feel myself ask “What could you need my help with, is it serious..?” I mumble, nervous at the response.

“No..no, nothing of such notions Y/n, it’s just…y’know how you and ghost are close..?”I feel myself get confused..Ghost and I are close??We’re certainly not enemies, but not exactly friends either, we just like to chat every so often.

“Well he hasn’t kicked your head in and I consider that friendship enough”Price replies and I guess I can’t argue with that logic.

“Alright, well what about Ghost, is he okay?” I question, hoping he’s okay.

“He’s fine, mostly, he’s just came down with a stomach bug and isn’t allowed to go on the mission due to that, he needs someone to take care of him, but you’re the only person who opted out of the mission, think you can help?”

I hear Prices anxiousness at my response and of course, who am I to say no to Price!

“Sure!Of course I can help cap’n, I’d be happy to!”I hear the captain exhale a large breath of relief.

“Alright, I’ll go down with him to the barracks, just know that he is a bit…moody that he’s missing out..”I nod my head with understanding, how did I even get into this mess?

-5 minutes later-

I hear the door to the barracks open and see Price walk in-with Ghost reluctantly trailing behind him.”Well, he’s all yours y/n, take care of ‘im” I nod obediently as I look over at Ghost, the man’s hands and neck look slightly paler than normal but apart from that, you wouldn’t really notice that he’s ill.Ghost only grunts in response at Prices words, not saying much.

“Well, I’ll be off to continue the mission, makes sure he’s well rested.”Price requests sternly.

“Yes sir” I nod, as I watch the man walk away; as soap turns to me,

“It’s not even that ba-“”ShhShhShh, I’m your babysitter now lieutenant, now get into bed.”I see him roll his eyes as he slides under the covers of his bottom bunk, waiting to be told some other dumb command that he’ll argue.

“This is stupid y/n, I’m fine” now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “You’re literally pale, I can see it, now, take off your mask”I notice him pale even more at the request.

“Take it off?”

I nod my head, waiting patiently for his answer, before adding “You can keep the balaclava on, just take off the mask.”

He reluctantly complies and takes the peculiar skull mask off, as I feel my heart palpate slightly at his hypnotic eyes, fuck maybe he’s given my the stomach bug too??

I swallow a lump in my throat as ghost looks at me, slightly confused.”I’m gonna get you chicken soup, can you hold food down?”Ghost nods his head reluctantly.

”You really don’t have to look after m-“ his eyes widen in panic as he rushes to the bathroom and I hear him violently cough and throw up, I feel bad knowing that it must be hurting his throat, as I approach the bathroom and knock on the door,

“May I come in?” I ask, not wanting to intrude, as I hear a raspy “okay”.

I walk in and see him hunched over, with half of his balaclava rolled up just enough for his mouth to be free, as I rub his back up and down to comfort him and soothe the pain in his throat.

“We’re gonna be here a while” I mumble.

“You can leave if you w-“

“No.”

And so I stayed.

#tumbleweedbee #tumblr #ask box #male yn #male reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #Simon riley x male yn #cod #call of duty #ghost x male reader #john price #captain john price #lieutenant simon riley

[ohbo-ohno]

You ever think about Soaps mohawk getting too untidy (because it can't get too long, the longer it is the better Simon can grab it and throw Johnny around with) and Simon taking him to the hair dresser? Only it's not a hair dresser but a dog beauty lounge? And the owners are not specialized on humans and they weren't expecting a human. But no one says no to Ghost so they proceed and Johnny gets a complete wash and everything. He looks really pretty after but he was so humiliated by it that he goes into the crate voluntarily to curl up and cry once they are back on base. Doesn't help that people keep commenting on how much better it looks and are asking about the address for the hair dresser.

Also, just speaking for myself here, I adore seeing people become an insane rambling mess about the things they are insane about. Doesn't even need a red string or context. So if you ever put your thoughts on Clicker training Soap online, there would be at least one avid reader just begging for those crumbs.

you just GET ME oh my god. im always torn between two soap's - soap who is so freaky and kinky that he would let ghost do literally anything to him and enjoy it, and soap is only does what ghost tells him because he's got a massive crush but he's absolutely humiliated and upset during all of it. the first feels more accurate to his character, the second is more fun to write lmao

wrote a quick drabble for this but i changed it so the groomers knew there was a person coming instead of a dog <3 it's extra humiliation if they treat johnny the same way ghost does

cw: noncon puppy play, referenced public humiliation (btw if you want more stuff in this little universe - one, two, three)

“You still poutin’?”

Johnny squeezes his eyes shut, just barely resists the urge to snap his teeth and growl. He knows that would only feed into Ghost’s goddamn delusion that he’s a fucking dog.

Jesus. His scalp still stings from the rough treatment of the barber- the groomer. The bastard had locked a muzzle over his face while Ghost held him down, and as much as he’d tried he hadn’t been able to speak through the damn thing. Speak or bite. 

He would’ve fought but… well, Ghost gave him that look before he left. That “if you don’t obey me, there’ll be hell to pay” look. And Ghost has only gotten meaner in the months they’ve been together now - the walks, the fucking house training… Soap doesn’t even want to think of what he might try next.

So Ghost had given him a look, grabbed him by the chin and said “Be good, pup. You’ll get a treat if you can behave, alright? Don’t embarrass me.” and Johnny hadn’t been brave enough to ignore him.

Fuck. Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. His breath hitches as he remembers the strict gloves Ghost had given him to wear, how they don’t let him do anything with his fingers because they’re held so tight. He still wears them now, and the forced paw shape of his hand keeps his head fuzzy.

He wants to whine. He almost wants to cry. Mostly he wants to bite Ghost until the bastard bleeds.

“C’mon,” Ghost grunts, taking one hand from the wheel and patting Johnny roughly on the head. He combs his fingers through the freshly cut mohawk, almost fixing it so it’s neater. “You look real good, pup. Needed to get your bitch strap straightened up for a while now.”

“Don’t-” Johnny takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and blinks down at his hands - his hands, not his paws - where they rest in his lap. “Don’t call it that.”

He thinks for a minute that Simon’s going to say something worse, lock his hand in Johnny’s hair and tug until he whines, shove him down to his cock, do something. But his hand stays soft, stroking down and tightly gripping the back of his neck. Not suffocating, not mean, almost… secure. Comforting. A weight that says relax, I’m here. 

“Alright, puppy. Been a tough day for you, huh? We can pretend you’re a person, think of it as a treat for bein’ good at the groomers.”

Johnny whines, curling into himself at his own sound. His hands are sweaty in the gloves, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, hope that the little pinpricks of pain wake him up enough to tear Ghost a new asshole. 

But he can’t do that. His fingers are stuck folded in half, totally useless. So he takes a deep breath, and tries not to fully float away.

Eventually the car slows to a stop, and Ghost tugs the key out of the ignition. They sit in silence for a moment, and Soap can feel Ghost staring at the side of his head, but he refuses to look. He doesn’t want to look at Ghost right now, doesn’t want to see his expression.

“Alright,” Simon says quietly, giving Johnny’s nape a tight squeeze before letting you go. “I think you need a nap, pup. Let’s get you inside.”

Ghost gets out, Soap doesn’t. He stays in his seat, staring at his hands, until the door opens next to him and Simon reaches over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“C’mon now, out.”

Johnny doesn’t move. He feels Ghost’s massive hand wrap around his elbow, tug him toward the door, but he leans his weight the other direction.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He knows, logically, that no one on base will be able to tell what happened, where Simon took him. But he’ll know, and that’s enough shame to make him never want to leave the car.

Ghost sighs, annoyed, from beside him. “You rather I get your leash?”

Johnny flinches, and he lets himself be tugged by the elbow at the next pull on his arm. His eyes never lift past Ghost’s chest as he keeps his head ducked, heat coloring his cheeks when the door closes behind him.

“Johnny,” Ghost says quietly, hand nudging his head up. “Head up, pup. You look real pretty, don’t you want to show off?”

Johnny flinches, but he lifts his head like Ghost urges. He’s scared of what he’ll see in Simon’s eyes - that gleam he gets when Johnny’s particularly humiliated is always hard to swallow - but all he sees is… is pride.

God, it’s getting hard to breathe. Every breath feels punched out of him, every breath in like glass in his lungs. 

“There you are.” Ghost chucks him under the chin, jerking his head up a little further. “Pretty thing. Certainly got my money’s worth.”

Johnny’s only comfort is that his eyes are dry - well, that and the warmth of Ghost’s hand. No matter how angry he is at the bastard, he can’t help but always want more of his touch.

“Inside now. Come.”

The sharp tone, the one word command, goes right over Johnny’s head. He follows Ghost - on his right, one step behind, like he’d been taught (trained) - and keeps his eyes forward, not looking at anyone else on base.

The halls are busy, like they always are during the day, but Soap doesn’t let himself be distracted. He keeps his eyes forward, and only focuses on Ghost.

He tells himself no one else knows, that no one else could possibly know.

“Hey, Soap!” Gaz calls out, leaning out of a meeting room and waving at him. “Looking sharp, mate!”

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s about the beat out of his chest. He wants to scream. He wants to puke.

He looks up at Ghost where the other man has turned around, raising an eyebrow at where he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but only manages a quiet whine. Thankfully it’s too loud for anyone else in the hallway to hear (hopefully), but his cheeks still flush red at the animal sound.

Ghost only smirks and turns around to keep walking.

“Heel, Johnny. Don’t wander, you can sniff all you want later.”

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he follows Ghost.

It only takes a few more minutes for them to make it to Ghost’s room, and Johnny feels near collapse.

He’s… frustrated with himself. He’s got no idea why he’s so affected by what happened, why it feels so impossible to get past. Ghost has done worse to him, made him do worse. 

But something about the way the groomer had looked at him… a complete stranger, looking at him and treating him the same way Ghost does. He knows that if Ghost had left, he would’ve sunk into a panic attack. He knows it’s Simon’s own twisted version of mercy, not leaving him alone.

The relief he feels when the door closes behind him nearly sends him to his knees. Ghost’s heavy hand on his shoulder does.

He doesn’t even have it in him to be upset at Ghost’s presumption. He feels better on his knees these days, anyway.

“To your crate, puppy, go on.”

He listens, crawling to the quilt-covered crate in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as Ghost opens the door, the only sound a soft hum when Johnny crawls in.

“Gimme your paw, pup. Don’t want you sleeping in those gloves.”

Johnny whines, but listens, and gives Ghost his paw to take the gloves off. He instantly feels better, and makes a soft sound that he hopes is thankful as he stretches his fingers out, laying them flat against the blankets.

“There ya go,” Ghost hums, closing the door and laying the quilt over all but the front of the crate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours, alright pup? Don’t want you to miss your walk.”

Johnny shudders as Ghost walks away, and closes his eyes tight. He tries to wipe all memories of the day away, focusing instead on the better times with Ghost.

Eventually he drifts off to thoughts of laying together while watching a football game, shared meals in loud pubs, quiet nights in after hard missions. He thinks of Ghost, strong and solid and unfaltering, and he sinks into sleep.

#rollingstrollingthrough #look at me. feeling Write-y #ghoap #bo writes #asks and answers

[nqctar]

♡ anton as your cg!

cg! anton lee x female!little reader

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply.

이찬영 / anton lee ★

dni: if you sexualize little space.

wc: 495

hmm where do i start??

he loves you SOOOOOOOO much.

you’re his babygirl. like no ands ifs or whatever.

calls you babygirl more than your actual name.

& it makes you blush so much that you consider hiding from him!!

SO YOU DID! but he just kept being all

“where’s my babygirl hiding??”

loves cuddling. like he’s sooo soft for you he just wants to cuddle and hold you 24/7.

does everything for you,, bc ur a baby! his baby!! why wouldn’t he???

anton occasionally baby talks you when he rlly wants to make you blush!

his voice is always so soft. will NEVER raise his voice at you.

never really reprimands you. usually if you’re throwing a fit or about to, he’ll just hand you a cherry lollipop to get you to calm down.

but when that doesn’t work he pretends to be on the phone with “a big scary monster who eats littles that don’t listen to their daddies!” 

and you’re like,, NOOOOOO

so you listen to him and save your life

yall know how i wrote matt doesnt care if you call him daddy or mattie?

hmm don’t call anton by his real name when you’re little!

“that’s not my name right now, is it baby?” he gently scolds. his tone is still so gentle!! he could never rlly get mad at his babygirl

nope, he'll just "call" the monster again

as for bedtime, an anon said he'd be the type to read you a bedtime story or sing you a lullaby, which is SOO true!

you wouldn't even have to ask, he's gonna hold you against his chest and lull you to sleep, story or song, you don't care. you just love being held by him!

will draw/paint/colour with you at any time, just ask!

"should we colour tigers today, baby? or princesses?"

princesses. it's always princesses.

OH he also loves buying you stuffies. nearly every time he comes home he's bringing you a new one. sometimes he'll attach a really sweet note to it and leave it for you to find somewhere before he leaves.

anton definitely always carries band aids with him.

one day he tells you to stop running, but you keep running

and you trip :p

and cry :[

he's just like "this is why we listen, hm?" while he covers your scrape with a hello kitty band aid.

....but you still end up running again.

always wants to hold your hand or pinkie!!

if he wants you to slip he'll just lower his voice a bit. it's weird how it works, anton isn't usually loud.

his voice is almost at a whisper. it's calming, there's a sense of comfort. there's always a sense of comfort.

you always feel soooo safe with him.

im gonna have to do a pt. 2 i could literally go on and on abt all this

to wrap it up, you're his babygirl and he loves you so so much <3

#kpop agere #kpop #agere fanfic #kpop age regression #little!reader #cg!riize #cg!anton #cg!kpop #cg!bias #anton x reader #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize anton #anton #riize x little reader #cg!chanyoung #chanyoung x reader #fandom agere #riize scenarios #anton scenarios #anton imagines #age regression #little space #riize agere #riize little space #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #anton fanfic #riize fanfic

[dogstarmoonheart]

Im pissed here ⬇️ This is a rant made mid-rage

written after an encounter with one of those bloggers who hate everything that isn’t canon and dislikes Wolfstar and throws up from the thought of Jegulus (?).

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First of all, there are a lot of tropes I don't really like and that I don't take part of. I, for one, like my Lupin awkward and scrawny, not like a cool casanova. I struggle to see the beauty of making Regulus all soft and dovy, as his personality from the start has been based on the fact that he's cold, hurt and uptight. I have never read Y/N as I feel conflicted with the arrangement. WITH THAT SAID, I feel no bloody need to point out, complain or talk poorly about those who do enjoy these things.

I'm a big jily fan. I was 13 (isch??) when I entered the fandom and back then “jegulus” wasn’t a thing. (I've grown to enjoy the "jegulus ship" though, and some of my favorite fics are jegulus-centered.)

I get people being like:

“huh jegulus? how would that even???”

and I also get people who hold onto jily like a life jacket.

BUT for the love of the gods, that doesn't mean people need to be such c*nts.

“This fandom has gotten out of hand”

“I don’t like it when people make ships that aren’t canon” (????? why are you here then?????)

and also people who are so butt-hurt bc. of adaptions and interpretations, like??? what do you think a fandom does???

“That character would never act like that” DO YOU FUCKING KNOW THEM PERSONALLY??

“that’s not realistic at all” your mom’s not realistic at all.

“rosekiller is so offensive” YOU ARE OFFENSIVE

you’re literally 40 go AWAY.

If you want it to be 100% accurate to the books, read. the. fucking. books??????

I’m not speaking for those who change a character to unrecognition, but I stumble upon people who are still mad about Wolfstar??? And it pisses me off dawg. It pisses me off.

Don’t attack people who enjoy non-canon queerness or a cool Remus Lupin or (gods forbid) a kind ratboy (you know he’s my everything)

Kindly piss off Karen (of course not if ur lovely, and happen to be named Karen, you stay right where you are <3)

Sorry, I had to get that out of mi system. Just think it’s bollocks that people can’t just sit back and shut up.

FYI: This house (blog) is safe to all and I hope ye kno’ that nasty hags are just hiding their weird ass values behind the statement “it’s not canon”. They themselves are mucky. They are a bad joke with a borin' punchline ;)

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I wanted to share this cuz even if it might not make complete sense (as I wrote it in fury at 3 am) it’s a good enough reminder that yeh should stay gay, stay loud, and keep making old angry people mad. Ship weird shit and idk..make James an emo just to piss somebody off, who gives a shit.

kisses my sweets

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew #jily #wolfstar #jegulus

[bayothemayo]

OMFGGG (ﾉ´ з `)ノ HI HI I RQ THAT AKIRA X YOR BASED READER AND UGGHGHGHGH YOU WROTE IT SO WELL !!!!!!! ESP WHEN YOU ADDED AMAGI (」°ロ°)」 !! ♡♡♡♡ I also saw you opening reqs again (or like, recently made a post abt it and putting it in some tags (￣▽￣;)ゞHEHE) and wanted to request AGAIN!!: this time for the Persona Protags (Seperately) with reader who is a persona user just like them, but reader's persona method is completely different to theirs?? (EXAMPLE: Akira x P4!reader, Yu x P3!reader, and Minato x P5!reader) HCs again!! I've seen other Persona blogs get similar req like this, where they write the reactions to the boys seeing reader using a persona different from theirs BUT!! (｡•́︿•̀｡) wouldn't it... lowk be funny if reader and the boys met after encountering each other in the Metaverse and getting into a fight with them?? LIKE in Akira's case where he and the other PTs learnt abt another intruder and they're on edge, imagine they meet reader and think she's the intruder ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)!!?? you can branch off whatever ideas you have for this since, tbh, IM NOT TOO SURE ABT IT EITHER!! i thoguht abt it in the spur of the moment ig but this can be optional for whether or not you want to write this in!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ hehe this ask is longer than the last one I sent in SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO READ MY INFO DUMP .. BUT WHATEVES!! TY AGAIN FOR ANSWERING MY LAST REQS AND REMEMBER, STAY SLAYING!!!!!!

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

Note: This is a little bit of swearing and very long.

Akira Kurusu

After hearing about another person running around in the Metaverse, the group was on edge.

One time they were at the Mementos and Oracle detects a presence, a human presence.

Naturally, they thought the person were the Black Mask.

When they met you, they accused you of being the Black Mask

Obviously you were confused, “Black Mask? Causing mental shutdowns? Are you good?”

Then you got into the fight with them

If you used an Evoker, they would freak out. They literally thought you were going to…make yourself sleep forever. The entire team’s heart basically skipped a beat. Akira just stared at you with wide eyes and mouth open.

If you used a Tarot card, the team will be confused. Akira will notice what kind of card will be floating in your hand. The Fool, Emperor, Lovers, etc. You destroyed your Tarot card with your weapon

He got to hand it out to you, you are pretty good. You even got some critical hits, and able to get the correct weakness of Joker's Personas.

You were defeated

However, you convinced them that you were not the Black Mask. Oracle also agrees with you as she analyzes your Persona and their levels and concludes that you would be at a higher level.

The group apologizes, but you forgave them.

You join their group to take down the Black Mask.

You seem to get along with Akira the most. Most likely due to your other friend is almost like them.

You chat to him a how you summon your Persona. Accepting death or accepting yourself.

You help out the group if they are struggling on fighting shadows.

Akira, in turn, helps you out with all the Phantom Thieve stuff.

Being sneaky wasn't the main factor in your last adventure, so you often get caught by a shadow.

Yu Narukami

The Investigate Team was training inside the Midnight Channel when Kujikawa sense a presence.

Believing that this could be the person who keeps throwing people into the Midnight Channel, they immediately went to the area where the presence is at.

The team met you, who was wandering around because you can't see anything.

They accuse you of being the person who caused the killings. You objected to the accusation, saying that you would never attempt to kill someone.

Though they didn't seem to be convinced as they decide to start a fight with you.

If you summon your Persona with a Mask, which is most likely the reason why they thought you were a killer, they flinch at the sight of blood going down your face and the blood dripping down the floor. You seem unfazed by this, which make them a little concerned.

If you summon using an Evoker, expect the same reaction as the Phantom Thieves. When they saw you took out the Evoker. They thought it was a real gun and start to freak out. Pretty sure Yosuke will pee himself. The group will run to what ever object nearby in hopes that the bullet won't go through the object. Instead, you put the Evoker towards your head. Rise let out a shout, which in turn made the team look at you as you just pulled the trigger. Instead of seeing a corpse, they instead saw your Persona. Narukami was wide-eyed the entire event

During the battle, Rise senses another presence. However, the presence was weak and surrounded by shadows.

They stopped the fight after Rise told them that they believed that another victim was just thrown into the Midnight Channel.

Since you were with them while the person was thrown into here, they are now convinced you are not the killer.

You joined the Investigate Team!

Narukami asks you about your previous adventures when he hangs out with you. You always recount the good memories of your old teammates, and how Narukami reminds them of their old leaders.

If you are able to get your old teammates to help you with the investigation, you give Narukmai a nudge, "Don't mess with Kirijo-san/Niijima-san, they WILL whoop your ass."

Minato Arisato

While they were approaching the boss, Yamagishi sense a different presence.

The group got concern considering that ordinary people get stranded in the Dark Hour.

They quickly went to the location, and then they met you.

However, Yamagishi notices that you were quite strong. S.E.E.S immediately thought you were a member of Strega. You objected the claim.

"What the hell is Strega?"

You got into the fight, sadly.

If you summon through a Mask, he will be shock about the amount of blood on your face. It will take a little time for him to get used to it.

If you summon through a Tarot Card, they would be confused as how you summoned the card above your hand. Minato knows the card is, since they appear in his head time from time. Because of the Social Links, he can tell what card you had in your hand.

Kirijo stopped the battle when she notices that you didn't summon your Persona with an Evoker. She tells the group that summoning through a Mask/Card will be near impossible, because it will be difficult to make them function to summon a Persona just from Crushing/Ripping them.

The revelation was short-lived when the boss interrupted the conversation.

You fight alongside the S.E.E.S after that.

You talked about your old members to Arisato. Sometimes talked about your struggles in your adventures, either personal or the fighting.

All of Them

The year got closer to end. You were alone with Akira/Yu/Minato having small talk. You tap their shoulder, and you got close to their ear, "Someone might die in this journey...and a god might be behind all this. Be careful." They looked at you, to see a serious look in your eyes. A look of someone who seen a tragedy... Before they ask about what you are talking about, someone calls you over. You give them a pat on the back before walking over to the person that called you over. They are left to ponder on what you said.

#akira kurusu x reader #yu narukami x reader #minato arisato x reader #ren amamiya x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 4 x reader #Persona 3 x reader #headcanon #persona headcanons #requested

[silaswritesthings]

Scaramouche royalty au thing

Summary: You and Prince Scaramouche were lovers but you didn’t believe he was sincere with his feelings for you until he kissed you at some important ballroom event.

Starring: Scaramouche/Wanderer

Genre: Romance, royalty au, second person’s pov (you/your), angst to fluff

Warnings: There’s one kiss

Author’s note: I accidentally wrote something else about Scaramouche. I literally just sat down and decided to practice my writing style by describing his face? And then it turned into this. My bad. (Yes its possible to accidentally write almost 1k words). Proofread ONCE by me. Likes, comments (especially now because im experimenting with my writing style), reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 866

(Adding a gif bc he’s pretty)

Rare magic shone from his wisteria eyes underneath the moonlight, his raven hair dancing around the figure of the mask that clung to his face. That mask… it was an unwanted barrier. You wanted- no, needed to see the man behind that mask. The man whose lips melted against yours not so long ago under the rush of the moment you shared, one moment among many, under the chandeliers that shimmered like stars above you in the ballroom. The same ballroom that was coated in silver and gold with people dressed expensively to impress the fine tastes of the prince, among those fine tastes was you (he would claim).

The same prince who was the man before you.

The same man who held you all those times you shared your burdens and responsibilities as the heir of one the many noble families. The same man who snuck out of the castle to see you all those nights. The same man who made you promises you couldn't bring yourself to believe yet you reveled in them, you spent hours every day dreaming about all those promises which, at the end of the day, would be sweet little nothings because he was a prince and you were undeserving to bound to him. His words, while sweet, were just weaved in delusion.

This is just a temporary fixation.

"Say something." His words were like shattered glass tearing at the doubt you harbored for all the time you’ve known you were in love with him. Was he truly in love with you all this time? Were you wrong for thinking he was simply drawn to you because of curiosity? That you were a phase?

“I don’t know what to say.” You lied, not daring to look into those eyes that always reflected the night sky like a mirror. Those eyes that were always filled with either malice (a facade he perfected as the heir to the throne), wonder or mischief and nothing in between; nothing outside of that either. Not until he met you. You were like a door to so many emotions that he embraced with open arms because it was you. It was always you. It will always be you. Even when you made his heart throb in despair, like right now when it looked like you would reject him and his love because you didn’t believe in his sincerity. He could see right through you and he wished he couldn’t but how could he ever blame you for this? After all, deceit was second hand nature to those of his bloodline.

But he’d throw away everything he had to his name to be with you.

“If you want… I could give the throne away to my sister.” Scaramouche stepped toward you, the hesitation in his movements did not go unnoticed by either of you.

“It’s not your title that’s the problem.” You swallowed hard, the night was cold and clear yet you found it hard to breathe. “It’s you.”

“Whatever it is about me, I’ll change it.” He did not hesitate this time.

“You can’t just throw away everything you have and everything you are just because you claim to love me!” You snapped, eyes narrowed at the prince before you but you were not angry at him. You were angry at yourself for letting things get this far.

“I do not merely claim to love you, I live it.”

You were angry at how he made it so easy to give him your heart.

“It is a part of my being and I do not wish to change that.”

You were angry at how he asked you to dance as his parents, as everyone, watched.

“Are you even listening?”

You were angry at how he held you, how he kissed you like you were more precious than existence itself.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” He trailed off when he realized that you were crying. He was crying.

Not more than a moment later, his hands had cradled your face. For the dozenth time that night, you were lost in those wisteria eyes again. How long will you resist? Scaramouche did not wish to declare that he was yours in your stead forever.

“Marry me.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a demand either. It was a fact… he did propose a few nights before the ball and you said yes but then you believed he was delusional. Then, his words were like the leaves in autumn which were bound to fall and disappear. But now? Things were a little different.

Your hands followed the outline of his mask which cast a shadow on the skin of his damp cheeks. After a gentle tug on the ribbon on the back of Scaramouche’s head, the mask fell to the ground with a quiet thud. Seeing his face fully has never failed to steal your breath in the past and tonight was no exception.

“I’ll marry you.” The words were as natural as the cold sting of the night breeze which was soon replaced with warmth as Scaramouche embraced you. You closed the distance between your lips to seal whatever fate you decided for yourselves.

#silaswritesthings #silas #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin wanderer #anemo supremacy #genshin fluff #wanderer x reader #please don’t flop #scaramouche my beloved #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #Prince Scaramouche #or whatever #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer fluff #wanderer angst #wanderer genshin #wanderer #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin angst

[archangeldyke-all]

hi! okay so im actually a mutual and a fellow writer of yours but im too shy to ask with my user visible. anyways i've been following you and reading your work on here and ao3 for a while but i didn't realize that was both you!! you're literally my fav sevika writer on ao3 (here too ofc)

anyways, if you haven't done this yet, i'd really appreciate sevika with a gf who is curvy and plump. like how would she react, what would she like abt her gf and such. can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you wish!

thank you for your work and i wish you a happy new year <3

hi bb!! thank u so much for such a lovely compliment! i wrote a little blurb about an insecure chubby reader getting her insecurities fucked outta her by sev ;) which you can read here!

but it's 2024! let's write some not-sad chubby reader, because this year we're loving our bodies and thanking them for everything they've gotten us through, no matter what they look like!!!

men and minors dni

sevika. loves. big girls.

idc what anyone says.

sure, she trains for her job. but her real motivation for hitting the gym every single night is the excited/horny/giddy look you get in your eyes when she picks you up with ease.

when her arms get wobbly and she considers just calling it a night and heading home, she thinks of the way you squeal when she throws you over her shoulder and shakes her head, grits her teeth, and continues her reps.

she loves having you in her lap. it takes a while to convince you. you're certain you're going to squish her, make her uncomfortable, but the weight of you against her is so comforting and soothing to sevika-- she's addicted to it. she's always got you on top of her, sitting in her lap or laying on her chest while you watch tv.

she loves how soft you are. besides your elbows and knees and skull-- every part of you is soft and pliable and plush and so so so grope-able.

she'll grope any part of you.

your flabby biceps? she's feeling them up like they're your tits.

the little pouch of fat under your chin? she's always pinching and rubbing when she holds your head in her hands as you kiss.

and your belly?!

sevika goes wild for your belly.

the way it rolls, the way it jiggles, the way it hangs over your waistband or peeks out of your shirt when you reach up-- sevika's constantly drooling over your belly.

if you're in the house, she demands you be shirtless. just so she can see your belly. sure, your tits are there too, and that's great when she's in the mood, but most of the time it's more wholesome than that. she's just obsessed with your stomach. she loves seeing the way it expands and contracts when she makes you laugh, loves tracing the little lines that form from your rolls when you stand after sitting for a while, adores the stretchmarks that decorate it.

in the bedroom, she'd constantly be biting you. she loves sinking her teeth into your soft flesh, loves the marks she leaves behind, loves the way it makes you gasp.

and the groping gets ten times worse.

one hand on each of your ass cheeks while you ride her, one on each of your tits during doggystyle. during missionary, she spends just as much time looking at your face as she does looking at your stomach, both of her hands gripping your hips, her fingertips sinking into your skin. if she's got you in a mating press, she's got her fingers pinching your thighs.

you don't sit on her face for a long time.

you're convinced you'll hurt her or suffocate her, and each time you tell her this she just grins and says, 'please do.'

but once she manages to get you to agree-- it becomes both of your new favorite position.

sevika's fucking magical with her tongue-- but when she's eating you out she's always teasing you, pulling away before you can cum or getting distracted by pressing kisses and sucking hickeys on your thighs and fupa. but when you're on top, you get full control, and you can grind your cunt against her wickedly talented lips and that gorgeous nose of hers as much as you please.

sevika, meanwhile, cums in her pants the first time you sit on her face. with your smell enveloping her, your taste on her lips, your sounds in her ears, her hands clinging on your hips-- how could she not cum? especially when your thighs start twitching around her ears.

she's always buying you clothes just a size too small. likes the way they cling to you, likes watching your flesh strain against the fabric.

on a similar note, she's always making you wear her clothes-- no matter how tight they are on you. she'll even chop the sleeves and waistline hems off for you so they're more comfortable for you to wear. she loves the way you spill out of her clothes, and she loves the way they slowly ride up to your waist over time, revealing your wide hips to her.

if you ever need to win an argument or really fluster sevika, all you have to do is wear thigh high socks. something about the way your thighs spill out over the hem drives her wild. she'll do anything if you ask while you're wearing thigh highs.

my other chubby reader blurb covers this much more in depth, but if you have any insecurities about your body, you won't have them for long with sevika around.

to her, you have The Perfect Body. sure, she's ripped like an olympian, but you are shaped like a fucking goddess. and she's very, very happy to worship.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbie

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

[paddockbunny]

Hey could you do one for lando Norris with 4 and 5 from nsfw prompt list

"We need to do something about him"

Summary : What happens when Lando shares his house with one Mr Fewtrell but Lando and you both love spontaneous, unplanned sex? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader Word Count : idk like 1,500? Warnings : NSFW, adult material, 18+, language, interrupted sex, oral female receiving, oral male receiving, slight fingering Gif found : @oscar-piastri 💞 Author's Note: Im going to put Prompt 5 before 4 in this so it flows better - AKA I wrote 5 before 4 ha!

5. Caught eating you out

“Baby….” Lando moaned as your concentration lapsed on the game and you crashed into a wall. You couldn’t help but laugh because Lando was looking at you like you had done it on purpose. In truth, you probably did do it on purpose. You hated playing these games with him because you were so bad at them and he literally did it for a living. He couldn’t help but laugh when he thought about restarting for the seventh time in half and hour. If it were anyone else he would have been annoyed but because it was you, he found it strangely adorable. He moved to get his drink from the table and your eyes trailed with him. As he drank you drank in his physic. You almost moaned watching him resettle on the sofa. The grey sweatpants really didn’t do much for your imagination. But then, it looked like he wasn’t even wearing underwear so who could blame you for salivating at the thought of your boyfriend’s dick. He caught you looking. His eyes following yours and then smirking.

“See something you like?” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes in an attempt not to make it obvious. Lando didn’t resume the game. He put the controller in his hand down and you didn’t even know how he had managed it so quickly but the next thing you knew you were flat on your back. Your own sweatpants were off and he had your legs spread open for him. Fuck. As Lando gently parted your folds with his fingers and licked a across your soaking wet pussy in a confident action, you moaned loudly. He liked hearing you moan for him. You learned that very quickly into your relationship and you continued moaning as he used his tongue to start flicking at your sensitive little clit. Lando had learned a lot in the months you had been dating. He was cocky now he knew how to make you cum. He slipped his finger inside of you and he found the spot he knew would start to have you falling over the edge. His name tumbled over your lips as your breathing got more and more out of control.

“Lando…” You sighed deeply and “I’m gonna…” You were right there. Right on the tip of an orgasm ripping through you.

“FUCK! MATE!” Max’s loud booming voice filled the room. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He was out tonight. Why was he walking in on you both?

“Lando!” It came out as a shriek. If Max hadn’t just walked in it would have been twice as loud and you would have been in the throws of utter bliss. But Max had walked in. And the sudden withdrawal of Lando’s tongue on your pussy made you somewhat angry. You really wanted to tear Max’s head clean off right now. Lando sat back on his thighs.

“FUCK!” He practically roared in frustration as he wiped at the collection of spit and your wetness that was dribbled down his chin. You realised you were still exposed, your legs still wide open, pussy on full display. No matter now much you wished Lando would just continue - ignore his rude little friend - his assault on your pussy with his tongue but by now you were far to full of utter embarrassment. You grabbed a pillow and it prompted Lando to move. He had his own problem to cover up before he went and chewed out his best friend for coming home early. The tent he was harbouring in his clothing should have been a confidence boost to you that your boyfriend was so overwhelmed giving you pleasure he was so rock hard now. But as you grabbed your sweatpants from the floor and forced them back on, Lando angrily left the room to find out why he was interrupted while trying to make you cum and get an answer to why he wasn’t railing you senseless right now.

4. Caught giving him a blowjob

You smiled at seeing how hard Lando was concentrating. His tongue popping out of his mouth as he rolled the biscuit dough out so it was even all over, just like you said. These little domestic moments with him made always made you feel very content and overwhelmingly happy. “Now we dust this with flour.” You said and held the bag of flour out toward him. He took only a pinch when he should have taken more and sprinkled it instead of dusting it. “More like this…” you grabbed a bit more of a handful and made sure the dough was covered in the white powdery substance.

“Hey!” He shouted “the biscuit stuff not me!” He laughed as quite a bit of it had gone on his black expensive t-shirt. You glanced and couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was looking down at himself. In a split second the way he was doing such an innocent action such as looking down, had your mind flashing the mental image of him looking down at you as you blew him in front of your eyes.

It had been over a week since you last got on your knees for him. He had been busy, he was away racing, and you had been busy with your own stuff. Sure, the pair of you had had sex since he came home but your mouth watered at the thought of his cock sliding in and out of it. He gently said your name and hinted back at the dough, snapping you back out of your daydream. With a whispered; “right…” under your breath you picked up with cookie cutter and started pressing it down to create shapes. He asked to do it and so you handed it to him and observed him repeating your actions. He was practically pressed right against your body. His right side against your left, radiating heat and making you go so far to say you felt woozy or drunk off the most minuscule of touches. You couldn’t help but move behind him, slowly wrap your arms around his middle and look over his shoulder every now at then to make sure he was doing his job properly.

“Y/n” he says your name shakily as your hands glided over his stomach. You swore you felt him shiver when your hand travelled down a little lower. Your fingertips just dipping below the band of his boxers. “What about the biscuits?” He whimpered “Forget about them.” You replied as he immediately turned and his mouth fell straight upon yours. Kissing you with feverish urgency. You were hungry, but only for him.

It took you less than a few minutes to be on your knees in the middle of the kitchen, pulling his clothes down hurriedly as anticipation washed over you. You were almost ravenous when Lando’s cock finally sprung free in all of its thick, hard glory. No exaggerations we’re meant when you licked your bottom lip as your hand rolled up and down his sturdy shaft. And when a loud exasperated sigh left him when your finally circled around the throbbing tip of his cock with your tongue, you moaned. Slowly you began to take him. Inch by inch he disappeared into your mouth and what you couldn’t take in your mouth your hand worked on. You could feel Lando’s eyes on the top of your head just before he took a fist full of your hair and pulled you back so he could see what his beautiful, stunning girlfriend was doing to him. He practically whined when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on him.

“OH MY GOD!” Lando shouted loudly and initially you thought he was really enjoying the blowjob you were giving him but then all of a sudden he was pushing you off him.

“What the fuck! In the kitchen?!” Max’s voice came echoing around the room and you were now seriously pissed off. It had only been weeks since he caught Lando eating you out on the sofa and having him here was beginning to be a bit of a problem. You heard the door to the kitchen slam shut and you sighed as Lando began to hurriedly pull his sweats up and hide his still hard cock.

“We really need to do something about him.” You complained as you got back on your feet. “Send him on holiday or something.” You added and Lando laughed and you noted how he didn’t disagree with you.

“It’s like he has radar for giving me blue balls.” He groaned and it made you giggle. You mentally noted to solve those blue balls of his later on tonight when hopefully Max would be asleep in the other side of the house.

#lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris request #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 driver x you #f1 driver x reader

[smt4flynn]

embiggen, embolden

Rating: R18/Explicit (Minors DNI)

Notes: This is a story about misusing the enlarge spell to do some shenanigans with Astarion. I wrote this in the coffee shop where I constantly kept oscillating between being cold and EXTREMELY cold, so I lost steam a little bit, but I wanted to finish it!

On AO3 this is apparently 4K wordcount. Also, you can find this on ao3 under the same name, by ao3 user Voidromeda! =)

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This isn’t the first time you cast Enlarge on Astarion – during combat, of course, just to help boost his combat prowess even further (and it does terrify you how strong he quickly becomes, helped by the fact that he finally lets Lae’zel and Karlach be his coaches) – but you normally recall it fading away after some time. You do not recall it ever backfiring and making him even bigger, to the point that he is literally towering over all of you, and looking confused as he is.

“I have looked everything over,” Gale says after a while, stood in front of a sitting, cross-legged Astarion who is now almost thrice everyone’s size, his hands are clasped in front of him and he seems to be smiling too wide, “and my conclusion is this: assuming if, and if, you did all of the incantations correctly and used the proper gesticulations, and given that I was there to hear you do the correct chant, the somatic and verbal components should not be the issue at hand here. The only thing I can assume is that the materials used were at fault somehow, or that the weave decided today, of all days, to be a right petty bastard and Mystra wished to have a lark at your expense.”

Astarion huffs out in annoyance, his breath ruffling Gale’s hair, and he turns around to look at him with his own momentary irritation . Astarion throws his hands up in faux surrender. “So, to boil it all down for us little peoples,” his voice practically drips venom, “you have no clue why this happened and, for all you know, you have no clue when I am going to turn back.”

“Correct!” and you have to hold back a laugh at the fact that Gale seems to be enjoying Astarion’s mounting irritation a little too much.

“I am big enough to eat you.” he says.

“But you and I know you won’t do that, unless you want a netherese bomb in your body! And I don’t think you want to figure out how to vomit me out to resurrect me!”

“Or how to shit you out.” Astarion grumbles, but he is too big for it to be quiet, and Karlach snorts particularly loudly at that. Lae’zel looks disgruntled, as she always does, and she looks between you, Gale, and Astarion before letting out an annoyed declaration in Gith and decides to leave them at that.

Shadowheart eyes the (rather) giant vampire, then turns to Karlach as she says, “you know, now that he’s bigger than you, he could probably carry you around and withstand your engine.”

“OH. YOU’RE RIGHT.” Karlach says a little too loudly. A glare from Astarion has her hushing herself, “oh, you’re right!” she repeats, and Astarion pointedly pokes her away with an index when Karlach tries to climb up on top of him. He hisses a little, though it isn’t as bad of a response as the rest of you had to touching Karlach. That has her eyes alight with excitement, much to Astarion’s chagrin. “But, he’d eventually get burnt up, yeah? Probably ain’t a reason to bother ‘im, he already looks like he’s about to blow and he’s not the one with the engine. Dammon said, anyway, that we just gotta find one last iron.”

“You won’t be able to ride around on his back.” Shadowheart says with an arch of her eyebrow. “Unless, of course, you’d like to go find one right now so we can rush on back to Dammon and try out your newfound touch on Astarion.”

“Teeeeeempting, tempting, but I don’t think we should just rush ‘round for a bit, yeah? It’s so tempting though! Ugh! I hate making good decisions!”

She gives him a good-nature grin and Astarion puffs air her way, which happens to also ruffle your and Shadowheart’s hairs. Despite him not needing to really eat (“of course I can still taste food,” he says to you after you give him a piece of chocolate cake that you particularly really like, “it’s just dulled, and not at all nutritious for me, it’s not even a luxury . Your blood is like heaven on my tongue. Why would I want anything else? ”), his breath smells like some sort of rosy ale mixed with a vanilla pastry. It isn’t that bad, though it still is a bit unpleasant.

“And what of you, Halsin? What do you make of this?” Gale spins on his heel to point over to the druid who arches an eyebrow up at Astarion, just as puzzled as everyone else is that the vampire is now... large. Quite, quite large.

“Though wizards and sorcerers oft pride themselves on their honed control over the weave, be it granted, earned, or both,” Halsin says pleasantly, as though he is talking about the weather and naught else, “it is not so strange that even the most skilled of wizards and the most gifted of sorcerers, or others should they have a grasp of it, shall have their mind wander and for the spell’s consistency to slip. One’s tools can only be as consistent as one’s body and mind.”

“So you think I got distracted, and that led to the spell backfiring?” you question. You aren’t really offended by it; the last combat encounter you have, where this mistake occurs, is a hectic one, with reanimated corpses reaching out to grasp at you and try to drag you under. “That makes sense.” and Halsin nods thoughtfully your way. “So the best thing to do is to just wait?”

“Yes.” Halsin gives you a smile and you smile awkwardly back.

Gale takes this as his cue to leave, citing having found some new books that he would like to look through while they wait for Astarion’s condition to fix itself, and Karlach gets herded away by Shadowheart so that they can do something else. Wyll, who has been absent for most of this, suggests to the former two and to Lae’zel to go patrolling around the Shadow-Cursed lands, and the three women jump at the opportunity to leave.

When you look over, Gale disappears into somewhere and you think it best not to ask. Halsin, seeing that people seem to be leaving to do their own activities, excuses himself to go and look further into the Shadow-Cursed lands, to try and see if he can find anything now that he is more experienced. It is just you and Astarion now, the vampire staring at you with some mixture of interest and mischief.

“So!” Astarion clicks his tongue. You look at him a bit warily. He must be a bit angry at you, considering that you’re the reason as to why this happens, though you can’t see it anywhere on his face. That’s even worse, your mind supplies, because Astarion – for all everyone makes fun of him for being extremely obvious – can also be frightfully subtle when he wants to be. When he puts the effort in, you have seen him speak sweet little lies to some of the still sentient shades, encouraging them to curl further to Shadowheart before they melt painfully under her cast of daylight.

You think he does not try on the living because some form of guilt keeps him at bay. What happens when that bit of guilt is gone, you wonder?

“So.” you say when he stays quiet. Astarion smirks at your uncertainty.

When he comes to a stand, properly, you find yourself just a little below his crotch – Karlach, earlier, points and bellows loudly that she is ‘almost dick-height! Just a little above it, actually, that’s fucking hysterical!’ which is why Astarion makes sure to stay sitting for a good while. You, however, stand so close to crotch height it is mortifying. You have to take a step back and crane your neck up, almost painfully so, to be able to look at him.

It shocks you when he simply scoops you up into his arm, lifting you up on one elbow, and you are held up to his face rather easily. He gives you a cheeky grin. “Admittedly, I was miffed with you at first; it really is hard to be so,” he clicks his tongue, “stealthy when you’re a huge brute. But I think I’m beginning to see the upsides!”

“The upsides.” you say flatly. He chuckles, the sound seemingly louder because of his size, and he uses one hand to carefully cradle your head and bring you close for an awkward kiss. Your lips are so small in comparison to his, and it embarrasses you a little how tiny you feel. “Astarion,” you start, pushing his face back a bit, and you give him a half-hearted glare, “can you – can you not have desires right now when you’re way too big for me?”

“But darling,” and he drags it out just to annoy you, snickering at the little tick in your brow, “when will we ever get an opportunity like this again, hm? Us all alone, no one to bother us, especially when these lands are cursed as they are. Don’t you want to see how big I’ve gotten down there? I’m curious to see it myself.”

You want to say that you are a bit more forceful when you say no.

Astarion carries you away from the camp, blessed as you both are by Isobel’s magics, though you have a feeling that Selûne will more than likely disapprove of how Astarion is taking advantage of your weak protections. You aren’t really... isolated, given that Astarion is still so large and attracting attention, but nothing really wants to approach him when he is so, so large. Undressing you is extremely easy for him, and you find yourself being cradled gently by him. His eyes are wide, taking you apart, and the hunger on his face is even more unavoidable because of his size. His fingers, which have always been larger than yours, positively dwarf your legs when he helps hold you up in the air.

Holding you up like this, with his hands trying to cradle you while his thumbs attempt to spread your legs, you feel like a bug under intense scrutiny. He exhales out through his nose, instinctively despite the vestigial nature of it all, and you shudder from the way his breath washes over you. He leans closer to you, crowding you, and his large lips press a dainty kiss against your folds. You grab at one of his thumbs when it comes to rest on your belly, his tongue rolling out to drag between your soft folds.

You whimper; it is a lot of sensation at once, rubbing against your labia all at once, even when he tries to thin it, narrow it to press it against your hole. He pushes you closer lips completely overtaking your vulva, large tongue lapping mindlessly between your folds, and you moan loudly from the sensation. He hums approvingly, the vibrations all too much at once, head tilting to the side to mouth at your thigh.

“Do you trust me for a moment, darling?” Astarion says.

“For more than a moment.” you say, your voice a bit rough from your moaning, and Astarion grins ever so sweetly at you before his expression becomes thoughtful.

“I’m going to put you further into my mouth,” he warns, “nothing will happen to you. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” and you do, of course. You nod at him when he looks at you, verbalise it next when his expression grows sharp, and his tongue rolls out once more to give you a distracting, flat, broad lick against your swollen vulva.

His mouth opens over your vagina again, his tongue dragging from your swollen, emerging clit down to your puckered hole. He laps against you, quick, skilled flicks of his tongue even with his larger muscle, and you writhe and whine loudly. He pulls back for a moment, looking at you critically, before his mouth falls open and you try not to kick at him when his lips wrap around your feet, up until your ankles. He lets you slip further into his mouth – and it is so hot and wet inside, lips wrapped around half of your body, and your hands come to rest above his upper lip when he finally stops.

Wildness flashes briefly in his eyes before he squeezes them shut and opens them to look at you carefully. His tongue slathers his saliva against your legs, briefly exploratory, tasting your skin in a way that makes you shiver from the discomfort and odd excitement of being at his mercy in an entirely different way. The muscle flattens up against your vulva once more, pressing between your folds, swirling his tongue around before going back to tasting your legs, drenching you in his saliva.

Your hips jump up, trying to move in tandem with his tongue when he goes back to licking you mercilessly, the tip of his tongue swirling around your engorged clit. It lays flat, swirling and grinding against your clit, flicking it up and down, and you shake, shiver. You press your hands against his skin, unable to move your body much because of it trapped in his mouth.

It is when you are able to cum in his mouth, your whines and moans getting louder, shamefully so, that Astarion pulls you out of his mouth, murmurs a prestidigitation under his breath to wipe the saliva away, and you shiver at how suddenly cold you feel. He grins lopsidedly down at you. “See? It wasn’t that bad now, was it, darling?” and he presses a sloppy kiss between your legs, against your sensitive vagina, and you shiver.

He settles you down onto his knee, stopping you when you try to grind against him, and he clicks his tongue. You stiffen up, grasping at his leather trousers, bunching it up in your pathetically small hands. He works to unfasten his strings, pausing before he has to set you aside so he can undress himself. You can only watch as his body is revealed to you – blouse peeled off of his body, trousers shoved down and away, and embroidered underwear thrown aside to reveal his horrifically large erection.

It stands painfully erect before you, dripping copiously at its enlarged tip, and Astarion lifts you up again to sit on his abdomen. He leans back, his cock slapping against your back when you sit up, spreading his pre over you, and it feels like you are being marked by some sort of feral beast. Astarion chuckles at the look on your face, a fond expression overtaking him for a moment.

“You always were such a little thing.” he murmurs (he likes how small you are, how he can cage you in his arms and hold you, that you are the smallest out of them all and it makes him want to do terrible things to you while holding you in his arms), “but this is ever sweeter. Do you think you can take me?”

Looking behind yourself, to his hard, large erection that throbs and oozes more pre-cum from your gaze, then looking down at your vulva that feels like it will break in half, you know you can’t. “I will most definitely try.” is what you say instead, because you always want to please him, you know you do.

He helps you move up, his slender fingers wrapping around his pale, pretty penis; not a single hair anywhere, wonderfully thick and perfectly long, spreading you nicely before and now threatening to rip you in half, and he gives himself a few strokes just for some form of relief. You spread your legs, leaning back and his cock slaps against your back when he lets go so that he can instead press his fingers against your small hole.

One finger is a pleasant stretch. It sinks into you readily, making you huff and moan loudly from the sensation; you whimper with a bit of fear when a second finger presses against your wonderfully stuffed hole, his fingernail catching a bit at your rim before he presses it incessantly in. It takes some trying, your tongue rolling out from your panting; you struggle, muscles tensing and relaxing in short little bursts before you finally let that second finger in, and your eyes roll up into your head from the intense stretch.

It sinks in until the second knuckle, your mouth open with endless, whiny moans; it’s so much, forcing your stuffed vagina to accept even more in, and you wail when both fingers are pressed deep inside of you. His large thumb presses down on your sensitive clit and you make a strangled noise, hips jumping forward and you let out a soft squeak at the way his fingers feel inside of you.

“Good, good, you’re doing so good,” he murmurs, sick excitement painting his face and staining his voice as you fuck yourself on his large fingers. You pulse and flutter around his fingers, a shriek pushed out of you when he drags his fingers out just to thrust them mercilessly back in. You are most definitely going to gape the moment his fingers are done with you and Astarion seems to come to the same realisation with how roughly he keeps thrusting them in and out of you.

His cock twitches against you; his eyes are wild, staring down at your poor little hole that is going red from his attentions, stretched wide around his two fingers. When he teases a third one in, you babble incoherently – “I can’t take another!” you cry out and Astarion hushes you.

“You can darling, you can, come on,” he encourages, the third finger feeling almost impossibly too much, yet he still presses it against your fluttering, full hole. You don’t even know how he pushes it in – perhaps when he pulls the two fingers out and introduces the third amidst the soaked two, and it is shameful how much pre you yourself are dripping all over him. You don’t even get a second to register what is happening before he slams three fingers in and you are orgasming violently from the intense, almost-painful stretch.

Squirting copiously, you weep and beg when he keeps his thrusts going, extending your orgasm even as your cum begins puddling on his stomach, and it is only when you can cum no more and your voice is just pathetic whimpering that he pulls his soaked fingers out. His face is utterly wild, making him look almost feral, bestial, and he spreads your folds open further to stare at your gaped open hole.

“That looks like it could take me.” he says with strained breath, voice rough and a low growl, and he grabs you by the hips while you still feel insensate and boneless from your rough orgasm. The head of his cock feels almost comically large as he presses you against it, your hole spasming wildly, clenching up to drip more onto his erection and almost as if dreading how empty it is, before it relaxes open again and Astarion keens loudly.

He pushes you down, your hands flailing a bit before resting on his abdomen when he pushes down enough for it. He isn’t even halfway inside of you before you feel so stuffed, filled up with so much of his penis that you are surprised you haven’t torn completely open; perhaps it is a good thing he introduced the third finger, even though he no doubt adds it in because of the fact that he is lost in the sensation, in the moment. Your claws drag at his belly, sliding against your own cum and he giggles, your own much breathier than his own, because it is ridiculous how much he made you cum.

“You’re so – so – so incorrigible,” you slur out a little, your hole unable to even clench down on his fat erection, and his hands push down on your hips while you try to comply with him. It’s so much – he’s too much as he is right now, hands slipping on his stomach and you arch your back, thighs tensing up from the effort of trying to sink further, further down.

His fingers come to rest on your abdomen, his voice a bit awed as he says, “your belly’s bulging with me. You can’t take me.” but that doesn’t stop him; you look down and see he is right, his shape is poking through, bulging you obscenely with his erection. You feel like you are being hollowed out by him, and it doesn’t help when you aren’t even down all the way and Astarion is grabbing onto you and taking over.

All of your movement is abruptly taken away and controlled entirely by him. You scream so loudly that you are sure even the hunting team, so far away, can hear you; your tongue slips out again, your right hand slipping on his stomach before messily coming to your own clit to stroke and rub it as Astarion begins fucking you.

Both of you are just grunting, groaning animals, him growling exactly like one, and his eyes are wide and feral, focused on how your poor vagina can’t take all of him with how big he is. He babbles incomprehensibly at you, as if trying to praise you, though absolutely nothing he says makes sense, and you can’t help but laugh before it turns into a high-pitched whine.

“Please, cum for me, cum, let me see you cum around me,” Astarion says, the first coherent thing to slip out of his wet lips and his eyes shine bright now with love, and it is that begging, the way he looks at you, that sets you off again. Your orgasm isn’t as violent as the first time, though it still gets to you that you squirt again – far less copiously this time, but still enough to add to the mess already cooling on him, and he coos lovingly at you.

With your legs now shaky, body exhausted by your orgasm, he slows down, his thrusts lazy and leisurely before he digs his feet into the darkened lands with his hands dripping to claw at the earth before he cums deep inside of you. The amount inside makes you yelp – your belly rounds out with his spend and it ends up being too much to stay inside, squirting around him as it starts to escape, and he pulls out to let the rest of it land on your vulva, inner thighs, and even on your stomach.

You can’t clench your hole shut to stop his spend from just dripping out of you, forced into a rather big gape, and you just hum when he settles you down beside him and lets you try and catch your breath.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Astarion begins, and you murmur into his arm that he lets you use as a pillow, “I am aware it was… abrupt, and perhaps I may have pushed you too far, but you were a good sport about it.”

You nuzzle into his elbow. “I’m more glad that you wanted to do this with me,” you say, voice so sleepy, mind more than hazy, “I want you to feel safe to explore whatever you want.” and you don’t get to see his loving, fond gaze before you fall asleep, your body pushed beyond belief.

[When the two of you go back to the camp, way later when his condition seems to have finally faded, you are utterly shamefaced because you both look dishevelled and like you’ve been up to no good, though Astarion seems to be in very bright spirits about it. You try not to maul him violently when he ‘innocuously’ asks Gale if there is any way to adjust one’s size when enlarged. Karlach’s hyena like laughter at your embarrassment makes you wish you could just die.

You hate this vampling so very, very much.]

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #andro fics #fics: bg3

[ranposgirlboss]

rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

#anime #bsd #bsd x reader #fluff #food #dazai x reader #jouno x reader #tecchou x reader #poe x reader #bsd poe x reader #ranpo #ranpo x reader #I LOVE THIS IM KEEPING IT FOREVER. #justiceforjared

[bengiyo]

Sing My Crush: Men Need to Be Angry Sometimes

Now that episodes 5 and 6 of Sing My Crush have aired, I finally feel like I have the confidence and timing to write this post. I’m not sure how many men are in Tumblr BL fandom watching and writing along with us, but it often feels like there’s less than ten of us. As such, there are times when these guys express intense emotions that the (femme) fandom at large seems to struggle with that make perfect sense for me, particularly when it comes to anger.

The most notable recent example of my breaking with fandom reactions happened with Episode 10 of La Pluie with Phat’s explosion in the rain confrontation and aftermath. I thought that Phat’s betrayal and hurt came through loudly, and I totally understood him finally losing his cool after being dicked around by Saengtai for multiple years. Others struggled with this and turned on Phat. Today, I want to talk about Han Baram and Im Hantae and Hantae’s choice to take Baram to a boxing gym to vent out his frustrations.

Quite a bit happens in this episode in terms of the broad spectrum of male feeling. With Sangin, you get his need for control and power. He is cruel in every interaction and physically throws Baram into a wall to yell in his face.

He derides Hantae and diminishes the support he’s given Baram for years.

With Jeong Pal, we get him crying and despondent over Baram’s decision to leave them. He is allowed to be upset, and all Hantae asks is that they try to trust Baram.

Baram is so sad for me because he’s always holding so much of his feelings inside. I love Baram’s confession to Hantae in this episode because it feels not too dissimilar to the first love song he wrote: Letter of Apology. He feels like his feelings are a burden to others and that he is inconveniencing them. He doesn’t even wait around to let Hantae process what’s going on, like many of his K-BL brethren recently (Looking at you Our Dating Sim and Individual Circumstances!).

Finally, we get to In Hamtae. After all the awful things that have gone down this episode, he is so gentle with Han Baram before taking him to the boxing gym.

He leads him by the hand to a seat and gently wraps his hands for him even as you can see he’s still pissed with Han Baram the whole time. He even takes a moment to laugh and call Baram cute while putting on the headgear.

Once they finally get to the boxing ring, he gives Baram a literal shove to get his emotions out so he can finally vent his frustrations. He tells Baram to envision his right hand and Jin Sangin and his left hand as Im Hantae. He sees the uncertainty in Baram’s eyes, and reassures him that he envisions punching Baram’s face all the time and to not overthink it. He cheers Baram on as he finally starts to punch with force. We even get to hear Baram’s exertions as he’s finally letting out his feelings.

Y’all, when I tell you I started to cry so hard as Baram finally got to audibly express some of his frustrations. He needed to be mad. He deserved to be mad. What Sangin did to him was cruel. He ruined Baram’s first confession. He made him feel weird and undesirable. He later stole his goddamned song from him. He threatened him if Baram tried to fight back in any way. Baram needed to express that anger. It isn’t always going to be pretty, and I love that Im Hantae gave him a space to do that.

Still, we’re not done. Im Hantae makes them switch places, and he’s practiced at this. He says all of the feelings that are on his mind:

If you go to Highcode Entertainment, what about our band?

What about our dream?

What about me?

You’re so bad. How could you have confessed in that way?

That’s why you got dumped.

Then he throws the gloves at Han Baram, who asks such a heartbreaking question: “Why is it so tiring to like someone? What did I do wrong?” Im Hantae hugs him, and Han Baram is finally starting to push back on how others make him feel when he chides Hantae for how hard he hit him. Hantae assures him that he did nothing wrong and the two of them end up resting on the floor of the gym together in a shot that definitely came from the source material.

I just absolutely love that the final scenes of this episode are about how righteous it is for Baram and Hantae to be angry and upset about the things that have happened, including the things they might have done to each other. Men feel the full gamut of emotions, and anger is one of those. Sometimes that anger comes out explosively, and often it’s ugly. It is so important to me that we earnestly engage with men’s anger in a genre about close, personal relationships. We often get angry on behalf of characters that are being done wrong, and I think it’s so important that we interrogate the kinds of anger we allow characters to express in our shows.

With these two, there’s something so special about the tenderness Hantae showed Baram before, during, and after the boxing sequence to make sure Baram finally let out his own frustrations and hurt.

#Ben writes #sing my crush #korean bl #bl series

[ohbo-ohno]

MORE ANGST!!!! Princess refusing to look at Johnny after he drags her back. Let’s him touch her because she can’t fight that, but she won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging he exists. She’d rather look at Ghost, the one who had always hurt her, then the man who she loved and who betrayed her. Doesn’t matter his whiny wet pleas for her attention as he fucks himself into her tight pussy that he was always denied, his pleading gifts are thrown away/torn/smashed, he can’t even make you look at him because you just close your eyes.

screaming crying throwing up. wrote johnny hunting her down here and tbh its not really intense enough but im linking anyway lol

love love love the princess being sooo angry at johnny, literally can't even bear to look at him and he's just... so confused? why doesn't she understand how good it is to be with ghost? doesn't she get that it's better to behave and be rewarded than misbehave and be punished? ghost is so good to johnny these days, doesn't she want that too?

but not only does she not want that, she's completely unwilling to forgive johnny's betrayal. she's not just avoiding him because she's angry, she's avoiding him because it genuinely breaks her heart to see how he behaves now, see how easily he obeys and gives in to the man she hates most in the world

im so torn on whether or not ghost would make her look at johnny

on the one hand, it very much so serves him to have johnny and the princess be mad at each other. divide and conquer and all that - if you two are upset with each other, he can play both sides, manipulate you both at the same time. also isolating her from the singular person on her side... c'mon, that could not be more beneficial for him

on the other hand.... ghost holding her by the jaw, forcing her to stare down at johnny (whispering threats of a punishment if she closes her eyes) and saying look at how good he's going for us. you so mad that you won't come for him? won't let him have a taste of his favorite thing in the world? and johnny is just staring up at her with these big teary eyes, so so so desperate for her forgiveness and approval and acceptance

#asks and answers #bo writes #conqueror ghost au

[anemptypuddingcup]

Omg so like... Hi!! I saw it period post and was like.... Wait a minute bc that got me thinking and I've never wrote a fanfic before (I wrote short stories) especially smut so like... That prompt got my two tiny ass brain cells going full gear to write this shit... I hope you likey :] I didn't re-read shit and I tried my best for this to make sense to others :] have a good day/night and I hope your period don't make your week a living fucking nightmare 🥰🥰

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It was your time... To bleed like a fucking virgin sacrifice to some devil... You could compare that to what was actually happening. 

Your day started off in the worst way possible... You started your period in the middle of the night causing  your sheets to get dirty with your blood. Oh, your sweet boyfriend Monkey D. Luffy just laying there like nothing happend.

"Luffy, wake up for a minute." Shaking him a little to try to get him to move so you can put the sheets to wash.

He doesn't move... The sheer audacity of this man. You shake him harder... Nothing. At this point why try you can't move this man. But you'll be damned if you not only let yourself sleep in the mess but Luffy too? Nope.

You sigh as you move closer to him and lean close to his ear.

"Luffy~ I made food..." You whisper softly into his ear and all of a sudden his body shoots up looking at you like your some sort of saint that bestowed the holy Grail upon him rubbery body. 

He smiles so brightly at the thought of your food. Hugging and kissing you.

"Good Morning, y/n! Thank you for breakfast!" He gets up,running towards the kitchen not paying any mind to the mess on the sheets.

You laugh softly, grimacing in pain as laughing mad your cramps... cramp...👍🏽

Managing to get said sheets off you throw them on the floor being careful about not getting any blood on the floor not feeling like bending over and hurting yourself more. You manage to change the sheets and put them to wash when you hear your lovely oh so lovely but idiotically stupid boyfriend yell from the kitchen.

"Y/N WHERES THE FOOOOOOOOOD!!!" he's whining like a child. You snicker to yourself softly ignoring him.

 Going into the bathroom to clean yourself up the best you can without stepping into the shower cause your body hurts to much at this point to bother. You can't hear Luffy enter your shared bedroom. 

 As you come out of the bathroom "freshened up" (bc let's be honest... Who actually feels clean while on their period)

 Luffy slings his rubbery arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. Both of you grunting softly at the whiplash and weight.

 "Y/n where'd the food? Did you lie to me?" He mumbles into your neck before looking at you with those eyes... Those goddamned puppy eyes... The ones you can't lie too, those one.

   You move your hands to play with his hair kissing him forehead "No my love, I'm sorry for lying to you but I needed to clean the shee-" he didn't left you finish... He don't care, you dare lie to him about one of the things he loves most in this world. FOOD! (You ofc matter to him along with shank's hat but... Like you lied about food 🥲)

 Anyways... His man slams him lips onto your... It's the most sloppiest, wettest most pussy throbbing kiss you've ever gotten out of him. Teeth and tongue are clashing against each other in a race for dominance. 

 You don't even know how he got you on the bed shirt and bra off whille he's making out with your breast the whole things basically in his mouth while he's rolling your other nipple with his finger looking at you with madness and hunger (literally and figuratively).

 "Mami~ why did you lie to me?" He looked at you pulling off of your chest kissing back up to your chest and leaving bite marks in his path

 "I-im sorry I had to lufty-" you were cut off by him pulling your pants down you kick him softly looking at him and shaking your head. 

 "No Luffy, we can't go no more... I'm on my period" you look at him and put your legs back down besides him. 

 This man looks at you stupid.

"Y/n.. what's a period?"

• *Explaining x3*

  He nods... Still looking just as confused. 

 "I do not care." He puts his hands back on your pants pulling them down reveling your underwear. 

 "Luffy!" You look at him stupid before sighing... It's not like you can deny him, you want this just as bad as he does but you don't want to make a mess on the bed again.

 "Ok.. fine but get a towel and put it under me... I don't want to make another mess" you look at him and give him a sheepish smile. 

 He bolts towards the linen closet and grabs a towel. Moving you towards the side laying the towel under you.

  "I-love-you-so-fucking-much-mami~" he whispers inbetween kisses starting at your chest and down your stomach stopping at your underwear.

 Lifting himself up off of your body pulling pulling his shorts and boxers off in one fluid motion. Hissing as his cock springs up hitting his stomach.

 You feel your mouth water as the sight of Luffy flushed face his body covered in a thin layer of sheen and his cock... Oh God does it look at pretty as ever he has a vein on the bottom and on the side of his cock with a deep red tip leaking pre from his tip.

  He dosnt bother asking you for permission he rips off your panties throwing them to the side.

 Grabbing his dick and running it between your wet blood soaked fold both of you moaning softly at the feeling.

  "Fuck- Luffy please... I want you inside~" you spread your legs further apart whining trying to get more friction against your cunt.

  He leans down and kisses your neck before slamming himself into you groaning. You are just screaming your lungs out at how fast he enters you. "Your so tight and warm for me mami~" he moans into your ear pressing on your lower tummy to feel how deep he is inside of you. 

 Whining and moaning at the pressure he's applying to your lower stomach. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in closer your pussy beating around him. 

 "Please Luffy~ I want you to move~" you moans around him trying to get him to move. "Mami~ I need you to beg for me~" he whispers into your ear biting the fleshy lobe of your ear.

 You look at him and take your hand and press it against his hand on your lower stomach " Please papi~ I want you to fuck me into the mattress please I want your cum please~" you tell him blushing in embarrassment but you both know what you want.

 He goes at it. He's slamming his hips into your pussy so hard whispering praises into your ear. "So good~" is on repeat from him lips as your just moaning your nail scratching at his back mumbling nothingness as he fucks you dumb. He pulls away from your body still going absolutely ham in your cunt adoring the way your blood his covering his cock Everytime he pulls out of you just to go back in. 

 "F-fucK luffy I'm so close~" you moan loudly as your tights start to quake around him. "Me too mami~ just wait a little bit longer for me~" he says pulling out of your cunt. You whine at the lost of him inside of you only for him to flip your around onto your stomach and slams right back into you going even faster than before. Moaning loudly as you grab the sheet and pillow any thing for support from his ruthless thrust into your tight cunt. "I'ma cum in you baby~" he moans into your ear as he thrust even faster inside of you releasing his seed and you squirt around his cock screaming his name.

  He fucks his cum back into your pussy looking at how his cum and your blood and fluids mix together. "You did so well for me, mami~" he whispers into your ear before pulling back out, flipping you back into your back and kissing you softly. "I love you so much lu~" you say in-between kisses.

 "I love you to y/n." He whispers into your ear, flopping next to you pulling you closer to his body, kissing your cheek and neck. 

 It was such a lovely little moment... Till you hear snores... You look at this man stupid yet again as he has a strong grip around your waist. 

 "LUFFY! WAKE UP!" You yell slapping him and he just stays asleep.

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS-

I’M IN SHAMBLES, I’M FLIPPING- I’M DOING EVERY-GODDAMN-THING IN THE BOOK RN-

DO YOU WRITE LOVE?- PLEASE TELL ME YOU DO BC I ADORED THIS SM🥺💖 istg this was so good for your first try-

IDC IF THIS WAS SHORT, I LOVED IT-

MY CYCLE’S KILLING ME BUT THIS HONESTLY MADE MY DAMN DAY! TYSM!-💖💕

TIME FOR A NEW TAG- 🖋️📖

#PLEASEEEE #I LOVED THIS SM! #I honestly think this deserves a tag #on its own #🖋️📖 #🥺💖 #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #puddingtalking