#they got so many rips and tears and such to the point their skirt just kinda fell off

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Jealous/possessive ghostface!miguel x nerdy reader

😘 I have no idea but I hope this helps

I love loVE LOVE Ghostface and I hope you like this cuz the second I heard ghostface the ideas started forming and- I just hope you like it! I got a little carried away so if you want something different just send another request

!!!!READ THE CW!!!!

Ghostface!Miguel x Nerdy!f!reader

CW: Nsfw, jealousy/possession, blood, a little con non-con, knife kink, degrading, implied stalking, fingering, p in v, too big, tears

Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as you ran through your house and out the back door. It was him, the serial killer all over the news. Fucking Ghostface. You couldn’t believe someone would take on that title and actually succeed in living up to it.

Everything about him was incredible. His voice, his mask, his hands grasping that knife- hold up! You’re seriously romanticizing the guy trying to kill you? Well, he is hot…

You shook the thought away as you continued running, trying to recall all the rules from those movies you loved so much. So much… Hey! Focus. Right, the rules.

• Never had sex, you failed that one

• Never drink or smoke

• Never run upstairs, that doesn’t really help if you’re outside…

• Never say-

“AH!” Your own scream cut off your thoughts as the strong man tackled you. You flailed and struggled against him as he pinned your wrists above your head. “Let go!” You cried out, hoping anyone would hear you. But of course like any god horror movie, your house was in the middle of nowhere.

He stayed silent as he held you down with ease. As hot as this is, you started feeling genuine fear, tears streaming down your cheeks. You managed to get a hand free and rip his mask off his face. God fucking damnit… he’s gorgeous! What are you even thinking.

The man growled as you tossed the mask aside, quickly pushing your wrist against the ground again. “Stupid bitch!” You knew that voice. You had run into him many times before. Miguel O’Hara? Was he stalking you? You did think it was weird he showed up everywhere you did… Why would he stalk you?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel the cool metal of his knife against your cheek. You gasped and turned your head to the side, trying to get away but it’s no use. The sharp metal nicked you, and you felt the blood trickle down your face. He gave you a sinister smirk before licking up your cheek, lapping up your blood.

“Delicious.” He growled in your ear. “Now stay still for me, Cariño.” You don’t know why, but you wanted to do what he says. That’s not true, you know exactly why. It wasn’t out of fear. It was because you were so turned on. Your pussy was so wet just from hearing his voice without that filter.

Miguel’s hands travel down your sides before he pushes the hem of your skirt up. He grabbed your soaked panties and yanked them down. You let out a gasp as the cold hair hits your exposed cunt. He smirked as his fingers spread your folds and he took in the sight of your beautiful pussy.

“This cunt is mine. Only mine, from now on.” He circled your clit, listening to your sweet moans. Two slid inside you with ease, and he started scissoring you. You gasped and moaned, his fingers felt like heaven inside you. He knew all the right spots, and a louder cry ripped from you as his thumb rubbed your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your hips buck and jolt as your stimulated so much. His fingers pumped inside you a bit more before he pulled them out. You whined in protest, then noticed that same hand working at his pants. He got them off his ease, his other hand pushing your shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the cool night air. As he worked on freeing his erection, he traced down your chest with his knife, sliding the blade between your tits and down your torso.

It broke skin at a few points, and you could see the blood start to spill. It wasn’t enough to cause serious damage or leave scars, but it was enough to sting. His blade then moved to your tits, the tip tracing around both perked nipples teasingly. He loved watching you shiver and squirm under him. He dragged the metal on the underside of your breasts, breaking more skin. The sight made his cock throb.

Speaking of, his massive length sprung free from his pants. He was so huge, it definitely wouldn’t fit even with his half assed stretching of your cunt.

“I-it’s too big, it won’t fit.” You whined a little.

“I’ll make it fit.” Miguel growled in your ear, his leaking tip poking at your entrance. You whimpered and hesitantly spread your legs more, inviting him in. He smirked and thrusted into you without hesitation. You cried out, salty tears running down your cheeks, causing the previous slice to sting.

He was ruthless in his thrusts, ravaging your pussy with his monster of a cock. You cried out and moaned, it felt like he was splitting you open from your cunt. There was sure to be blood after… He groaned as your tight walls constricted around him, as if you could control that.

Miguel’s hands held your hips down as he continued this assault on your poor pussy, never once slowing down. You hated to admit it, but it was soooo good. You could feel that warm knot forming in your gut, only getting tighter when he picked up his pace.

You moaned whorishly as a violent orgasm ripped through you. You felt pathetic, to cum under these circumstances? You should be screaming and crying, trying to push him away. But you didn’t. You loved every inch inside you.

Your face was angelic to him, seeing your eyes roll back and hearing your moans sent him over the edge. With a final thrust he released his load, filling you up to the brim as he drained his balls inside you. That feeling was like heaven to you, making you moan more and your walls clench on his length, milking him for all he’s got.

Miguel slowly pulled out. You could see his cock, glistening in the moonlight covered in your slick and… and blood. You knew he ripped something down there. Your adrenaline didn’t allow you to feel it just yet, and without the immense pain about to come, it looked so hot.

“Are you going to call the police if I don’t kill you?” His voice broke your train of thought.

You pondered a moment. “No… no I don’t think I will…” You gave him a weak smile, the tiredness finally catching up to you.

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut

[chloe-skywalker]

Detention - Draco Malfoy

Draco x sister fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of Umbridge torture

Word count: 746

Summary: Umbridge doing the torture scar’s to Y/n Malfoy, and Draco’s pissed and tells their parnets.

Authors Note: Part 2? Where their parents got Draco’s owl and come to Hogwarts concerned and pissed? (& they find out why she got detention in the first place)

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“Where have you been?” Draco asked as Y/n finally came and sat at the Slytherin in the great hall.

“Umbridge gave me detention for the entire month.” Y/n scoffed annoyed at the way things had become. School was where she felt she could relax some, since Malfoy Manner wasn’t a place of relaxation. But with all the changes school was feeling a lot like home.

“Why?” Draco furrowed his brow concerned and concerned and confused for his sister.

“She said it was because I kept my desk’s to disoganized.” Y/n shrugged not to sure why she got detention in the first place.

“Thats bull.” Draco scowled, his sister was always so clean and kept. Draco didn’t believe it for a second. Besides why would someone get detention for that?

“I agree.” Y/n nodded.

“At least its just a month.” He concluded hoping to ease her nerves that Draco was sure she was feeling. Knowing their parents were to hear of this and not be thrilled.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed, hoping that the letter going home about this detention would get lost.

It wasn’t home she should of been worrying about as she soon learned. Once she started her series of detentions Y/n Malfoy found out who the true monster in Hogwarts was.

Detention was terribly stressful and anxiety ridden. On top of that she had gotten a letter from home that wasn’t the nicest ither. But from the words written it didn’t sound like they were told ‘why’ she was having detentions, and y/n felt like if they knew ‘why’ then they wouldn’t be nearly as mad.

But Y/n was to afraid to write back. What if it made things worse, what if Umbridge intercepted her letter?! No way, she couldn’t risk it and make her punishments worse.

But it was becoming increasingly hard to hide her hand from her brother. Their twin bond didn’t help and she could tell Draco knew something was up. Y/n was worried if she told him that he might view her as weak.

All that came crashing down around her one day in the library. Draco came storming in and headed straight towards her and sat down. Determined to get answers.

“What's wrong Draco?” Y/n asked once he sat down having watched his dramatic entrance, and noticing her antsy behavior.

“Why’s your hand wrapped?” He asked. It had been bothering him for awhile, he was already concerned about his twin 24/7. But seeing her hurt was ripping him apart on the inside.

“I got hurt.” Y/n cast her gaze downward, nervously picking at a loose thread on her skirt.

“How? Let me see.” Draco jumps immediately into protective mode, very concerned.

“Draco-”

Y/n tried to stop him but he had already reached foreward and grabbed abhold of her hand. Pulling off the bandage wrap and exposing the carvings into her hand that would definitely scar.

“What’s this?” Draco questioned with wide eye’s looking between Y/n and her torn up hand. Seeing horrible, nasty, un-true words carved into her hand made Draco want to cry. And with looking into his sisters eye’s seeing all the emotions and tears in them broke his heart. “Y/n, where’d you get this? Who did this to you?”

Y/n knew there was no point in trying to lie to him now that he’s seen the evidence. “Umbridge, and at detention. It’s her version of it.”

“This is unethical and torture.” He growled in anger that someone dared to harm his sister.

“Trust me, I know.” Y/n pulled her hand back and wrapped it back up again, so it wouldn’t get infected but also so no one would see.

“How many times?” Draco asked even though he knows he doesn’t want to hear it’s been more than once, he knows it’s been more than 1 time.

“4. So far. But I still have the rest of the month.” She told him shakily, nervous about having to go through more of this torture.

“I’ll tell father and mother about this. She’s not going to touch you again.” Draco states pulling her into him to comfort her, noting her shakiness, which he’s very sure was going to lead to a panic attack.

That night after dinner Draco wrote a letter explaining the situation to their parents on paper, and sent it around midnight to assure no one would notice anywhere in the castle.

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[astarions-bride]

i never thought id find ROB content on my tumblr.com im literally kicking my feet giggling rn hes one of my favorite neil characters. so, i gotta suggest, spicy prompt 14 and 35 with rob?🤭 (and do u think ud ever write for simon walker? just curious!)

This turned more fluffy than I anticipated 😬 I'm trying my best to add as many Neil Newbon characters I can because I am OBSESSED with him 😩I would ABSOLUTELY love to write for Simon Walker, but I'm still in the process of watching Hollyoaks so I'm still learning about his character. I will, however, add him at some point 🥰

"Does someone need a spanking?"

The words echoed in your hazy mind, seemingly said a lifetime ago, and you tried to control your breath as you collected yourself.

Your blurry eyes were locked on the hardwood floor, your heart hammering in your throat as adrenaline surged through you, and the muscular thighs you were bent over was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Before you could think too much more a calloused hand landed on your bare backside once more, the skin painfully sensitive and throbbing, and the shriek you let out was completely involuntary. You could barely remember what you had done to receive this punishment, you had the vague memory of being bratty and challenging your lover, but couldn't think of what finally pushed Rob over the edge. Regardless he was taking your punishment seriously. Three more slaps followed in quick succession and the pain became unbearable.

A sob ripped from your throat as tears blurred your vison and you braved one more hit before you rapidly tapped on the leg your were sprawled over. Immediately you were hoisted up, your bruised ass stinging at the denim dragging across it, and those warm hands cupped your damp face in concern. Kisses were peppered over your face, one hand cupping your jaw to keep your watery eyes focused while the other anchored across your hip and brushed your skirt down. Rob's bright blue eyes were soft and you couldn't stop the small hiccupping sobs leaving you.

“Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me,” he murmured while kissing the tears from your cheeks.

"You handled that so well, sweetheart. I'm proud of you," he continued and his gentle praise soothed something aching in your chest and you leaned forward.

He easily met you halfway and placed a sweet lingering kiss to your trembling lips.

"Your punishment is over," he said quietly and you sniffled in response to his soothing voice.

"I'm your good girl?" you asked, heart aching and tears spilling over your cheeks despite you trying to calm down, and you were rewarded with another sweet kiss.

"Of course. My good girl," he said against your lips and you nodded against him.

He waited until your breathing got more stable, rubbing his hand over your back and shoulders calmly, and you eventually tucked your head underneath his chin to cuddle closer. The pain from your backside subsiding into a dull throb the longer you sat still.

"Let me run you a bath and we can cuddle afterwards, okay?" Rob offered and you smiled softly.

It seems some punishments are worth the reward.

#Neil Newbon #the expedition 2014 #the expedition rob #the expedition rob x reader #rob extinction #Neil Newbon x Reader #the void answers

[coffehbeans]

G/t WAC Day 21

Add a Chapter to one of your older fics

Better late than never! This took a while to edit but I'm happy with the result. Juhren and Sunflower are my oldest g/t ocs, I've written their first meeting a thousand times before, but lost most of the writing when my old phone broke. This time, I've reimagined their scene, so I'm excited to show y'all how these two had a really rocky start. Hope you enjoy!

Warning for mild descriptions of violence and death.

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Run.

Run.

Run.

A branch caught on her hair and she fell backwards. Her head throbbed from pain. She scrambled up. Dirt caked her back. 

Run.

Run.

Just keep running.

Don't look back.

Twigs and leaves snagged on her skirt and ripped holes in it. Heavy thuds echoed in the distance, in the burning village she left behind. The remains of a roar were carried by the wind as she ran faster, out of breath.

"They're here. Sunflower, they're after you." Alba had said.

"Just run and don't look back."

She passed through trees, stumbled on roots, twisting her ankle as she cried out in pain. But she continued. 

Get away. As far away from them.

Run. Run. Run.

Run.

....

She heaved, slumping down by the base of a tree. Her heart thumped inside her, pounding so hard she thought it'd break through her chest. Sweat and dirt covered her and blood dripped from her head, golden blonde hair disheveled and full of leaves and sticks.

Her shallow breathing slowed down, the forest sounds became measly chirps of birds in the distance.

The feeling inside her started small at first, like a knot in her throat, an invisible lump forcing her to cough. The coughs got louder and harsher, throat burning from the motions. She spat on the dirt.

Then a tear fell. One. Two. They fell in successions as she hiccupped and leaned over the earth. She held down her whimpers. She can't be heard. She can't be seen. Yet the sobs still came out from her trembling lips. Sunflower clutched the dirt and curled up on the ground, letting out a constrained wailing.

The houses crumbling apart. She saw it. She saw someone's terrified face before being crushed underfoot. Blood splattered everywhere. The screams, so many screams suddenly cut off as teeth closed in on them, splitting them in half. She looked up, the stone walls of houses already collapsed. She looked around, and bodies scattered across the cracked pavement, limbs distorted as bones protruded from the lifeless corpses. The beasts screamed and laughed, kicking and stomping over everything they could find.

Then the guards from the capital came, and one flew past her, and he looked at her with those haunting, glowing eyes, widening in realization.

It could see her lack of kiira. It could see what she was.

"A human! There's a human in here!"

The flying cavalry would not get to her yet, as they were busy containing the rampage, Sunflower knew that. But it's already too late, too dangerous, and there's no safe home to turn to anymore. Alba clutched her hand tight and sneaked her out of the burning orphanage, giving her a bag of supplies as if she had prepared for this years ago.

"Run, Sunflower. Run. Follow the map I gave you, and run."

Sunflower didn't have time to hug her. Didn’t have time to say goodbye to the director and the kids. She didn't even know if they're alive.

All she knew was to run, and go to the point marked on the map.

Sunflower dried her tears and got up on shaky knees, hissing when her weight leaned on the sprained ankle. Stumbling forward, she breathed heavily from the strain, clutching her bag tight.

No matter what. She had to run. And seek help from someone she did not know. "She" would know how to help her, Alba had said. "She" would keep her safe.

So Sunflower pushed forward, even while her vision got blurry, and even when she didn't notice her body falling limply to the ground, as her vision turned black.

....

"Juhren, look!"

Sunflower came running to the clearing of the forest. Their clearing. Juhren wondered what would they do today when he saw her coming excitedly towards him, golden hair flowing in the wind. Would they climb a tree again? Would they play hide and seek? Or would Sun like to hear one more of his stories from the outside world?

He smiled when she stopped in front of him, her tiny frame two heads shorter. Her green eyes shone from glee, and her hands were folded behind her back as if she was hiding something.

"What's this?" - Juhren leaned his head to the side, smirking when he saw what she was hiding. - "You know you're bad at surprises, right?"

Sunflower backed away and pouted. - "Not fair! You're no fun!" 

Her pout disappeared as quickly as it came when she brought her hand forward.

"I just wanted to gift you something since it's your birthday today!"

She motioned for him to come closer, and Juhren leaned over in front of her, round eyes looking curiously.

And with a jump, she put the flower crown over his head.

"These are special flowers that never die! If it wilts, you only need a bit of water and they'll bloom again!"

Juhren took the crown from his head and looked at the tiny blue flowers with wonder.

"Woah..."

Sunflower beamed. "Do you like it?"

He put the flower crown back on his head, glancing down at his best friend, a smile on his face. She knew how much he liked plants. She picked that special type just for him. His heart fluttered with joy.

"I love it! Thank you, Sun."

"Yay!"

Shu hugged Juhren tightly and he giggled as she hung on him like he was a tree. With a mischievous grin, he lifted her from the ground and she yelped as he carried her like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey! Put me down!" Sunflower squirmed and laughed, failing to sound serious.

"It's not my fault that you're so light!"

"It's just you that keeps getting taller!"

....

She woke up with a jolt. 

Sunflower sat up, her head pounding against her skull. She clutched it with her hand, recoiling when dried blood rubbed against it. Is it too serious? She hoped not. The sky was covered by towering sequoias, a few rays of sunshine passing through the dense foliage. Her heart rocked faster inside her.

I was knocked out for too long.

She got up, struggling under her buckling knees, and trudged forward with that sharp pain on her ankle. Her head thrummed annoyingly, but she had to keep going. She'd get help from Alba's friend, and then she'd be able to rest. Sunflower walked faster through the forest, stumbling, and flinching from the pain, yet she continued forward. 

I won't die here. I won't die, I won't die.

I won't die.

She repeated this inside her head, focusing on the leaf-covered path ahead of her, the sound of birds and the rustling of leaves going unnoticed by her ears.

Until heavy thunder resounded around her.

Sunflower turned stone cold, her eyes widened and panic bubbled up inside her chest. She darted her head. Left. Right. Behind her? No. In front of her. The steps were getting louder, faster, closer, multiplying in intensity and – oh god, there’s multiple of them – and coming in her direction like a fleeing herd.

She cried out and ran, the pain in her ankle all but forgotten. Behind a tree? Inside the bushes? – The steps got so intense she struggled to keep on her feet. Sunflower ran aimlessly until – There was a hollow by the base of a tree. She ducked inside it and crawled as far away from the entrance as she could, vision obscured by darkness. She covered her arms and legs with mud and dirt, hoping and praying it was enough to hide her scent. Her gut twisted and turned.

If this didn't work, she would die.

Tears scurried down Sunflower’s face, burning as they traveled on the cuts of her cheeks. She pumped air in and out of her lungs, covering her mouth with a trembling hand, smelling the scent of mold and dirt. Don’t cry. Don’t scream. Don’t make a noise. The thundering got louder and closer, but she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t move.

Booming steps followed by ugly laughter echoed above. Sunflower muffled a scream, eyes shooting wide open. There were too many. The nordem were all around her. The earth vibrated with each step, and their deafening voices ringed in her ears. She curled up further, hoping the tree bark would engulf her and swallow her whole.

They chatted about raiding a village as if it was a walk to the market. Bile rose in Sunflower's throat, burning rage threatening to consume her. All that carnage, just for fun?! No. She can't get mad now. Just keep still and they wouldn't find her. Just keep still and –

"Hey, do you smell that?"

"Now that you mention it, the air has some scent to it."

Her eyes threatened to pop from her sockets. Shaking hands, reach for the dirt, scrub it over your skin. They can't hear you – Their hearing is too good – They cannot hear you moving. She picked another clump of mud, shaking so much half of it fell, and rubbed it on her other arm. They can't smell you, they can't –

"I've never smelled a scent like this before." – a gruff voice thundered.

Sunflower's hairs turned up to their ends. It was right outside. She could see its boots in front of the opening. Just stay still. They won't find her. They will walk away. Just stay still.

"Must be an animal."

"Or a different type of kiirian." Another nordem sneered.

“I suggest we look for it.”

“First one to find it gets to keep it.”

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. Sunflower gagged as air escaped her lungs. Her head was banging against her skull. They won't find her they won't find her they won't –

"What are you doing here."

The nordem flinched at the sound of a new voice. It sounded younger than the previous ones, yet just as loud as any other giant, with a gruffness to it.

Not another one! Sunflower scooted away from the hollow’s opening; eyes tightly shut.

"And what do you think we're doing, brat? This is our patrol route!"

"This area has already been covered up." - the younger yet deep voice replied. - "the next patrolling places are supposed to be over there. If you don't wanna miss out on the 'fun', you should head out the other way." – it said matter-of-factly.

A series of growls bellowed above her and she covered her ears with shaky hands.

"Fine! Let's do what the boy says for now."

"Tsk. If there's nothing there..."

"But be careful, kid." – the deepest voice of the group rumbled lowly. – "if what you said is a lie, then you know who's the first person that's gonna hear 'bout it."

Silence.

Sunflower froze. The multiple nordem left, only one remained. The deafening silence stretched between the sequoia trees, and she sucked in the humid air from the hollow. Sunflower cut her whimpers off with a clamped hand over her mouth, holding her breath. Hot tears dampened her hand.

A step. Another one. The earth shook. Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. Bile rose in her throat. The meticulous, slow steps banged against the floor, making trees creak in protest and the leaves on the ground to rise and fall. The earthquakes got louder. It was coming closer. She thought she would vomit. Her vision blurred, her stomach churned, her head pounded each time the heavy steps collided against the soil and – No. It couldn’t have found her. It couldn’t but –

The truth dawned on her. If the other nordem could smell her, then this one could smell her too.

Her eyebrows raised in horror.

"I know you're here."

Sunflower pressed herself deeper into the the tree, heart hammering against her ribs as if begging to escape. It knew. It knew she was there, and the thought suffocated her inside. Was it taunting her? Sunflower couldn't breathe. The air came scarcely in her hurting lungs and tears dripped on the bruised hand that covered her mouth, mingling with dirt and blood. Closing her eyes, the sickening nausea grew deeper. She'd faint if she kept this up. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. No. Sunflower would not die here. She can't. So she forced herself awake.

Maybe, she still had a chance to survive.

The steps grew closer, each impact seemed to reverberate through Sunflower’s very bones. A relentless drumbeat that echoed in her ears. The ground wielded to the beast, trembling beneath its feet and causing dust to rise and itch inside her nostrils. She quivered so violently she couldn't keep her shaking hand pressed against her mouth.

When the earthquakes stopped, her source of light was covered by shadow. The hollow's entrance. 

It was right in front of it.

"Come out."

A deep and powerful voice rumbled inside her ears and a shiver crawled up her spine. Sunflower moved her neck to the right, turning her head towards the entrance.

Her breath caught in her throat.

An eye. An orange eye with slitted pupils fixated on her with an intensity that froze her in place. It could see her. It could see her entirely. Her heart tried to break free from inside her bones, hands going cold as tears dripped down her face. She didn't try to contain her sobs anymore as they escaped from her throat and wracked her frame.

"I'll ask one more time. Come out."

The reverberating voice boomed with an even tone. No emotion could be seen from its eye. It commanded her with confidence, knowing that she had no other choice.

She had no other choice.

No. There must be a way. Sunflower turned her back to the eye and dug her nails in the tree wall. She gripped her knife with both hands to steady her shaking and hit the wood repeatedly. She could create a path. The hollow was small. The creature couldn't reach her. It won't reach her. The wood groaned as Sunflower made a dent into it, hitting the tree harder and harder with desperate grunts. She can get out. He won't reach her. She won't die. She can't die.

A deep sigh sounded outside. A gust of wind blew on her back. She shivered, but continued. Just keep going. Trembling hands wielded the knife, creating a fist-sized hole in the tree bark.

Something small fell to the ground next to her with a tap. She flinched. Turning to her right, she saw it: a white seed, as small as a pine, sank under the earth.

What is that?

Thorns sprouted from the dirt and shoved Sunflower away from the tree wall. She yelped and scrambled up, but another branch emerged from a seed and pushed her away. Screaming, she crawled back towards the spot, digging her boots and her hands between the plants, but they formed a wall in front of her that pushed and pulled until she fell, sending her to the entrance. Towards the nordem.

The roots forced Sunflower to face it, watching that unexpressive orange eye grow as she came closer. She writhed and struggled in vain, the vines pushing her with a force that no common plant could, thorns cutting her arms and back and dragging her forward, even as she dug her boot in the earth and pushed back against it with all her strength. The eye got bigger and bigger as she approached it, slitted pupils shrinking as it focused on her. She shook her head from side to side.

"No! No!! PLEASE!! –"

The eye was gone. A calloused palm appeared in her field of vision. No matter how much she struggled, the vines wouldn't bulge. She was dumped on the awaiting hand as it curled around her waist, trapping her in a loose fist. Her stomach plummeted as she was raised in the air, wind blowing inside her ears. Even if she was trapped, even if her heart wanted to leap out of her, Sunflower fought, feet dangling underneath her. Her arms were free and she clawed and punched the hard skin, yet no matter how much force she used, not a single scratch was made on it.

The motion stopped and she encountered its face, seeing the pair of eyes that stared at her without an ounce of emotion. She shivered under the nordem's grip, sobbing, pounding her fists against its hand.

"No! I beg you! Don't kill me!!"

The nordem opened its mouth to speak, but choked on its unspoken words. The forest got silent as Sunflower wavered up and down. The stillness and the shaking of its hand made her open her tear-stricken eyes, looking up.

The giant stared at her with widened eyes, its irises darting left and right. Color drained from its massive face as he looked at her like she's a ghost.

The contrast of its expression made her catch details of its features, a sickening nausea growing in her insides.

The orange eyes. The tanned skin. The short, spiky auburn hair.

Her body froze solid, her eyebrows shot up, dread and recognition flashing through her eyes.

No. No. Anyone but him – !

The nordem's lips trembled as it opened his mouth, exhaling over her. Sharp teeth appeared as it spoke, and the pang in her chest stung harder.

"...Sun...?" It whispered; doubt laced its deep, booming voice.

"Juhren..." - she quavered back his name.

...

Time was running out. His chest got heavy as each breath seemed harder and harder to take. His change would be today. He's sure. He knew that his eleventh birthday would be the last he'd celebrate with his friend.

He'd never see Sunflower again.

He stopped by the clearing where they always met. She wasn't there yet. Juhren tightened his grip around the flower crown necklace, its delicate petals protected by a square glass casing. Would he even be able to use it anymore? Would he even be able to see his friend's gift? He kneeled and steadied his heaving breaths, heart beating faster and faster as minutes tickled by and as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Everything hurt. From his bones to his muscles, even the simple movement of breathing made him clutch his eyes shut in pain. If he let himself unchecked, he'll grow. Just keep himself together, until he can see Sun. Until he can say goodbye to her.

Why was she taking so long?

Just when the thought of leaving crossed Juhren's mind, he saw Sunflower walking towards him. Hugging a book with a tight grip. Her face somber and serious.

"Sun? What happened?" - he said in a trembling, gentle tone, hoping it'd hide the pain he felt deep inside his bones.

She threw the heavy book on the ground in front of him and opened it with a forceful motion. Her eyes were glinting with anger. For someone so small, she looked terrifying. Dread sank deeper in him.

What was going on?

"Look at it." - she pointed at the page.

The book showed the nordem.

His heart sank and his mouth went dry. The pain under his joints screamed louder as if reacting to the information.

She found out.

Sunflower found out what he is.

"Why did you hide it from me?!" She shouted at him, cowering as bitter tears streamed down her face.

"Sun, wait! I-I can explain-"

"NO! I trusted you!!" She cried out.

Sunflower trembled as she shook her head incredulously, tears scurrying down her face. Juhren reached a hand out to her. She was so much shorter than him now. How would she react when...?

As he thought, it's impossible. She'd be terrified. She would never…

Sunflower shouted at him again.

"W-was that your plan? Lure me out so you could kill me?"

"No! I'd never do anything like that!

"Liar!"

Sunflower walked backwards towards the path where she had come from. She sobbed loudly, her face a mix of sadness and anger. Juhren wanted to run after her, to hug her and say he'd never hurt her. Ever.

But she was right. He lied to her.

The pain in his heart grew stronger.

He didn't deserve to see her anymore.

Sunflower's face changed to betrayal. She turned her back to him and ran away, not before saying those two words that would stick into his mind like weeds in fertile soil.

"You're a monster."

...

He uttered her name and went silent, the grip around her loosening slightly. That previously unexpressive face now had guilt charging its monumental features. Sunflower found that ironic. The feelings from those bygone days felt like a distant memory, its wounds all but healed. But now that he was before her, gigantic and menacing like every other beast, she couldn’t help but laugh inside at the absurdity of it all. That pitiful face didn’t match him. Didn’t match the likes of his loathsome kind.

Sunflower looked down and smiled bitterly, her downcast eyes focusing on the flesh all around her.

"It's like I've said that time..." - she mumbled. Her hometown flashed back in her mind, the visage of those animals destroying it with joy in their faces. Sunflower wondered if Juhren was there, grinning alongside them in their bloodthirsty rampage. Her heart grew heavy.

"…Guess you're really a monster after all."

Juhren sucked in a breath and the fear inside Sunflower resurfaced all the way back with a chill down her spine. Oh no. Did she say too much? But just as Sunflower flinched and closed her eyes, a powerful gust of wind blew around her as she was brought down to the ground.

Sunflower scrambled up, backing away from the nordem that stood up and towered over her. Craning her neck up and up and up, Sunflower felt cold as she took in Juhren's massive height. Gosh, he looked unrecognizable, his appearance no different from the beasts she saw. He became just like them. His torso was covered by the leather strap of his shoulder armor, black pants tied by a leather belt, with multiple bottles of seeds attached to it. On his back he carried two axes that were as tall as a house. The only recognizable features, the hair and his eyes, turned obscure as his face stretched out far above her. He became emotionless like before, the stillness making her think he’d step on her in cold blood. 

Just as she was readying herself to run for her life, he spoke in that thunderous voice. Not a trace of the voice she remembered.

Sunflower knew for certain, this nordem had no trace of the friend she once knew.

"You're right. I am."

Her eyes widened and her lips trembled while she stepped away, her neck almost breaking from looking so high up.

"Go."

That powerful command snapped Sunflower out of her shock and she didn't give a second thought before bolting to the opposite direction, even as her ankle throbbed and she stumbled, running as far as her legs could take her.

She was right. She was right from the very beginning. Their friendship was a mistake. She knew it was back in that day. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Then why, why? Flashes of their childhood, their bright smiles as they played together, all the things they talked about, all the things he showed her – Why? The tears dried as she ran faster. Was all of it a trick? Was all of it fake? Did none of that matter to him? Are the nordem so despicable once they grow that they dismiss any memory they’ve made with those smaller than themselves? She trusted him. She trusted him. That feeling of betrayal resurfaced, the healed remains of that buried wound aching deep inside her chest.

Yet a lingering thought, albeit too small for her conscious mind to notice, slowly but surely stilled its place deep inside her:

Why did he let me go?

Sunflower looked behind her. But when she saw that the large silhouette was nowhere to be found, she turned forward, the drifting thoughts all but gone.

And she ran. Never once looking back.

…

It's been a while since she disappeared in the woods. Her smell vanished from the spot ages ago. Yet, for some reason, he expected to recognize a blur of green and yellow somewhere, as if she had no sense of self-preservation. Only that for her to return to someone like him.

He’s still so naive.

Juhren looked down at his hand, clenching and unclenching it as if a phantom of her was still in his grip. The annoying knot inside his throat didn't want to go away, and that dull ache settled its place in his chest. He sighed, closing his eyes. Opening them again.

And turned around, back to the way he came from.

#gtwac #wacprompts #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #g/t fearplay #fearplay #g/t angst #coffeh writes #oc: juhren #oc: sunflower

[taybatwo2]

Lenore Loomington Doll Review Part 2 of 2

Let’s finally take a look at her dress (the post before this one looked at her accessories and in box photos)! Ugh, that belt thing just keeps getting in the way of everything and will NOT sit well on her torso.

Lets remove the offending piece to actually look at her dress…

Much better (I was so afraid of breaking her clip, I had her hanging from her neck for many of my photos). I love that the cut of the dress is WAY different to any other Monster High dolls I’ve seen, and I like the idea (I assume) behind it: looking at silhouettes of plants and animals on a night sky.

Buuuuut I feel like it could have been elevated a bit more for such an expensive doll. Give us some glow in the dark/sparkly dots acting as stars going up her skirt, finish her sleeves and dress train with some lace, oh, or maybe sew some “vine like” ribbon/fabric hanging off of the train or sleeves. Oh! And I feel like her short black lacy piece is kinda a second thought, I’d have made it longer in the back or give it a more ragged cut (so it’s not so reminiscent of a tutu or petticoat). I say this all, because both the color and the cut was honestly better executed by:

The one you got vs the one you ordered. Yeahhh, it very closely resembles Moonlight B.B’s dress (shirt/skirt), but feels like a poor rip off due too MGA’s looking a lot more tailored (and use of multiple fabrics) and a more expensive clothing piece. more review and doll comparisons under the cut:

Aaaand here it is off the doll:

The dress is not hemmed around the bottom of the dress or sleeves, but I don’t see them fraying any time soon. I like how thin and flow-y the fabric is it makes it look a bit ethereal. And oh? But what’s this?? A secret secondary dress/slip??

What a cute little surprise. It’s fully hemmed, has a little lace on the bottom, and has a bit of a stretch to it. Also, Lenora’s arms are wrapped in plastic to prevent staining.

Here it is off the doll. Be forewarned, I low key struggled redressing her. That larger dress didn’t want to nicely slide back over her smaller dress.

Let’s finally take a look at Lenore’s face.

My Lenore’s eyes are printed up a bit too high and her lipstick is both smudged and incorrectly filled in in the top left side. 😬 At least a little bit of acrylic paint can fix her lips….

Her glitter tears are really pretty and seem pretty well attached and her “ghost mask” is a lovely addition to her face (it’s a nice gradient).

It took me awhile to notice she has cute little pink eyelashes mixed in with her black ones.

Her side profile and lightly pointed ears (by the way, the back of her head is marked as 2023). I do wish her eyebrows were a bit darker and looked like Rochelle’s worried ones (@mistyxxart’s, on instagram, drawing of Lenore is what I WISH her eyebrows looked like).

This artwork is fangtastic and has given me so many fun ideas on how I want to upgrade my Lenore.

Lenore is pretty well covered now; let’s look at how she compares to come other ghouls (I apologize for many of these photos being a bit blown out - the lighting in my kitchen is kinda sucky).

The OG Spectra!!! Two very different ghostie ghouls. Monster High’s oldest vs MH’s newest. Spectra has clear body parts, no ghost mask, and colored sclera. She also has kanekalon hair vs Lenore’s saran. I think they stand on their own as pretty different characters honestly.

Let’s let a few more come across the veil.

So many ghosts!!! Ari, Ari, what are you looking at?!? Sweetie. Stop longingly staring at Spectra.

Okay, so they actually don’t seem to have very much in common with Lenore either. Ari has a milky/shimmery body (much more akin to the Haunted releases of ghosts) and Lenore has a shimmery body without looking like she has milky skin. Her shimmer has more of a blue tinge than the yellow tinge that Ari’s has.

The Create a Monster Ghost (I always forget how hard they went on her outfit: skulls amassed behind a fence with a blood-dripping belt; I love it when MH sneaks in stuff like that), has the ghost eye mask (I don’t like hers as much as Lenore’s) and uncolored sclera like Lenore, but her pupils are black - like Ari’s. Both CAM ghost and Spectra have clear limbs.

There is something these ghouls all share in common:

Mother of PINK! The Monster World must have very limited shoe material that ghosts can wear and it’s all in similar shades of pink and magenta.

I wonder how she compares to the Haunted dolls…? POOF!

Ask and you shall receive! Technically River is a grim reaper and Kiyomi is the daughter of a noppera-bō, so not just comparing “ghost ghosts,”but why not throw them in here too?? Porter, Vandala and Kiyomi all have very milky skin, Lenore’s plastic is very opaque in comparison with that pearl/shimmer finish.

~shimmer shimmer~ Porter has colored sclera like Spectra and Vandala doesn’t have black pupils, like Lenore. I wonder if there is a reason for some ghosts to have colored/regular sclera and pupils. Maybe it’s a ghost genetic trait like attached ear lobes….

River was wondering what all the hubbub was about in comparing them to this new ghost. Well, until I told River how much Lenore cost compared to them. River couldn’t say much, but just proudly showed off her clear limbs: “I cost less than a third of that and I have clear limbs!” ….I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her the ghoul that received her original head sculpt idea cost double Lenore’s price.

And POOF!

What a lovely menagerie of MH ghosts (pretend like my Symphanee got here quick enough to also be in the photos).

Perfect! Can’t even tell….

Oh! And Vandala brought her girlfriend Sirena along so I could compare Sirena’s skin tone to Lenore’s. Her skin glitter is not as fine as Lenore’s and she has a yellow tint to her skin….I wonder if Ari’s and Sirena’s is due to age.

Hand splat in face.

Before I wrap up, let’s compare Lenore to some MH dolls that look like the main ingredients they blended up to create Lenore.

Your progenitors!!! (my G1 Twyla has been de-glued with LA’s Totally Awesome, but her bangs are discolored and are waiting to be retrobrighted this summer). Hmmm, a dash Twyla’s skin color, a major helping of Vandala’s face mold and monster type, and an inspirational sprinkle of Amanita’s outfit and pieces.

I can see the comparisons with G1 Twyla (more in person than in a photo). Lenore’s skin has a purple hue from the pearly finish. Also, Lenore’s hair streaks are more baby blue than the minty green of Twyla’s hair color. They both have pink eyes, and wear dark colored clothing.

Now, Lenors and Amanita, look like they could have been in the same line (when I actually have Lenore fully dressed). Amanita believes that she would have still been the only deluxe, store exclusive of the line. “Maybe you could have been like the Big Lots or CVS exclusive to Gloom and Bloom.” Amanita! That is uncalled for! “You’re right, how about a K-Mart exclusive because they’re as dead as she is.” Lenore thinks this is one plant she doesn’t want in her garden.

They both have long wavy hair, flower shoe clips (but Amanita’s is sculpted to be a lot more three dimensional and it’s painted).

Both have extra make-up around the eyes, a hair decoration/accessory, and a thin, slightly see through dress covering a surprise mini dress (I still feel like Amanita’s has more detail, but that pleather portion will rot off someday).

Yeah, she is more than welcome to pose. I think that Amanita might have pulled off the look a bit better…. :/

And a face comparison!

Similar, but Amanita’s/CAM Vampire Girl’s head sculpt is not the same.

Avast ye!! We might have a match! Vandala’s face does look closely the same (I should have taken out Vandala’s earring for all of these photos)…

Hmmm…..

Hmmmmmmm…..

HMMMM, Lenore’s ear looks a little bit more defined (when I don’t have the light GLARING right ONTO it).

Man, Vandala, I need to de-glue your head whenever I get more LA’s Totally Awesome in. You are a grease ball!

Well, Lenore might have used Vandala’s head sculpt base, but they went in and refined some parts…like her chin being a bit blunter, her nose and ears being a bit more defined, her lips might be a bit bigger (or they were just over painted).

Whelp anyways….Lenore…Lenore….I am glad I bought her, as she has some cute surprises, a lovely face, soft hair, but she’s very overpriced from the get-go and would have (in my opinion) not gotten such backlash had she been released to stores and Mattel creations as a 40-55 dollar G1 release and if she had not been SO HYPED UP!!

What are your thoughts? Would you buy her? What would you change?? Do you think Mattel has a huge wheel in their board room to spin and assign value to their dolls? Should I double check pictures to make sure they turned out alright before I put all my dolls away?? (Yes, yes I should).

#monster high #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high doll #dollbr #monster high dolls #doll collector #lenore loomington #monster high skullector #monster high g1 #doll review

[clover-the-awesomest]

Vaggie’s Character Design is Great Actually

I literally just noticed this so bear with me here. Some details may be forgotten or just straight up ignored.

ALSO ALSO I JUST WANNA SAY THAT THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS HERE IN THIS POST FOR HAZBIN HOTEL SO IF YOU SOMEHOW HAVEN’T SEEN THE SHOW IN ITS ENTIRETY THEN PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING. THANKS!

So! Here we have Vaggie, a former angel exorcist and current short-stack girlfriend to the literal princess of Hell. Nice job Vaggie, you went from a 9-5 employee at McDonald’s to a literal vice president ur doing great 👍

There’s one thing I noticed about her design though, and it has to do with just that! Vaggie’s design is very… Mixed, in terms of the shape language. To explain what I mean by that, let’s take a look at a few more examples.

Alastor: Very sharp, lots of sharp edges and corners, sharp teeth, tall ears and figure, very red, lots and lots of bright bold red, so much red that it almost hurts your eyes, looks like he’s about to kill someone. In short, Alastor’s shape language (Also very triangular) is very sharp and menacing. He’s a villain, at least to an extent.

Adam: All over the place, very tall and menacing, lots of smooth edges/angles while still having very sharp corners. He’s not really a villain as his shape language suggests, just a pig. An absolute disgusting whore of a pig. A jerk, if you will.

Charlie: Hair and face have very round edges, and the features are very soft and understanding. Big eyes to amplify her innocent look. The clothes, on the other hand, are very red and very sharp, a bit more professional in terms of appearance compared to her actual body. Like she’s trying to fit in, or like she’s just trying to keep a steady business. Much more rectangular compared to Alastor though to show her resolute stubbornness.

Charlie’s character design is also mixed, just like Vaggie’s. Like stated just in that above paragraph, her hair and face have a much softer shape language compared to her outfit, which demonstrates that the outfit is acting as a cover of sorts, like a mask hiding who someone really is. Kind of like Adam’s design too, but his is a lot more all over the place and is very chaotic, showing how similar to Mammon he is when it comes to attitude.

What I’m trying to say here is that Charlie’s character design shows perfectly what she’s really like. Someone soft and caring and understanding, yet so naive that she has to pretend to be the opposite just to get by. It’s genius!

Now on to Vaggie.

Her outfit is like the antithesis to Charlie’s. It’s got lots of soft, rounded features, the skirt covering her big-ass thighs and her shirt being very loose and comfy. Her high-top socks have little white half-circles/ovals, representing some kind of softness or something. However, the rest of her design is very tough and sharp. Her hair is just a bunch of triangles, her eye is very pointed and the other one is literally gone, replaced with a giant floating X, and her feet are just little sharp nubs. The bow in her hair is a combination of these two design directions, being very rounded yet still quite pointed, and with many rips and tears in the edges to show how worn out it is.

Now let’s look at the designs for the exorcists, shall we?

We can obviously see an abundance of similarities here between the exorcists and Vaggie, but we also see some similarities to Adam as well. The exorcists have very sharp angles and pointy character designs. The thighs are very tiny compared to Vaggie, their outfits are quite bland yet commanding whereas Vaggie’s is very, well, not commanding… The list goes on! But we also see quite a bit of Adam in there as well, whereas the princess’s girlfriend has next to no resemblance to the guy.

Vaggie’s character design is not only a perfect parallel to the angels, and it’s also not just a total rejection of what Adam tries to accomplish, but it’s also a clue on what her origins are. The soft, comforting clothes are like an attempt to cover up or forget her disgusting, ruthless days as an exorcist. Her body shape is in itself a reminder, so she covers it with hope for a new fate, one that is much kinder than she was before.

Hope you enjoyed reading this and I hope it wasn’t too redundant. I just wanted to have some fun with it. I also only now realized it so if this post seems a bit wonky then it’s most likely from the adrenaline of discovery or something. Thank you for reading until the very end, I appreciate you so much more for that, and have a great day/night!

#has been hoe tell #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel

[music-among-the-amapolas]

At some point, feeling numb fades into feeling angry. It's just for a day, then for a week. And then she feels like she's been angry her whole life.

She wanted to scream. She doesn't. Because she's Tallulah, soft and quiet, and Tallulah doesn't want to worry her beloved family.

She's angry and it's breaching beyond her tiny rooms and porches. Phil's gathering stuff together in backpacks to do something he won't tell her about and she's sneaking past Missa and Kristin again.

The anger is building and burning and she doesn't know where it's coming from or why it's there, but she's itchy and sick and there's so many people doing things, always doing things. She's so out of the loop, disoriented- she doesn't even feel real.

It's like a dream. She's dazed and angry and she felt much, much bigger than her body, much angrier and much older. She doesn't feel like herself. It's ruining. It's awful.

Everyone fights when they're mad. Tallulah, the pacifist, does not. But she hasn't felt much like Tallulah, recently. This is all she can think to do. She doesn't even know where to start. Everything feels dumb and fuzzy and stupid and blank and angry.

Her opponent is everything. She can't find any mobs- and even if she could, there's still a little tremble in her sword and an ache in her always-wheezing lungs when she gets there. So she takes the burning anger out on everything else. She tries to drag herself back to the surface of the emotion, to breach the top of the water she felt trapped under. She wanted to feel present. She wanted to feel real.

She's angry and it breaches past her tiny scaled feet and claws. It breaches out in a wrenched maw, teeth grinding into anything they can reach and tearing, ripping, pulling it all apart. There's tattered remains of a pillow shoved under her bed at Papa's with all her boy clothes, there's nothing left of one of her posters. Now she's outside and the only thing she's got is a goddamn tree and she feels so fucking stupid, but she tears into it. She can't think of anything else to do. It's like Chayanne's training dummy. She reasons it like that just to stop feeling so so stupid- but feeling dumb makes her angry, too.

She's a dragon. She was meant to use these claws. So she does. She does and she screams and she wails, and she spits bark when her teeth get involved. It doesn't hurt. It crumbles. Pressure gives way under nails until she can't get further, and she's punching into it until her knuckles bleed and her violence pays off in destruction. She tears chunks out of it and waits for the energy to dissipate. It doesn't. She takes another chunk off of it with two clawed hands.

She doesn't feel like Tallulah. Tallulah is good. She's kind. She's the perfect daughter and she's trying her very best to be the perfect sister, too. She's so sweet, so kind. All her anger is kept behind closed doors because it scares people. And she looks like her mama and her skirts are long and pretty and-

Her enemy changes. She tears at the fabric. She tears and tears until there's a thready mess in her claws, shivering in her shorts. Her claws dig into her- short! Short, black hair! Not very Tallulah like at all. Palms meet her head in repeated, quick succession, slamming, threads stuck in her claws and nails, bark and dirt clinging to her.

It's so dumb. She's a child and an idiot. Everything feels like a dream. It's felt empty for months- everything's felt so empty. Her communicator buzzes, her questions unanswered, but her brother was as helpful as always and her papa was as busy as always and Tallulah was-

She- didn't know.

She was angry.

(And in ten minutes she'll wander back to Mama's house and wash her hands and go unnoticed as she sneaks back into her room and pets her kitty. And everyone will love her because she's young and beautiful and she's perfect and she'll smile because she's not angry anymore, and everything's going to feel blurry again. It's always going to feel like this. It doesn't matter.)

None of this matters.

She's not Tallulah right now, so it doesn't matter. She kicks into the unforgiving, unmoving opponent. She sucks a deep, deep breath and kicks it again. She wills a wail from her throat- and with it comes white-hot spews of purple.

The world burns. She feels angry.

But none of this matters. Tallulah gets home safe.

She does this several times. It happens. It's happened before. It'll happen again.

But it doesn't matter.

#straightverse #musical notes #[[ ooc: urk. shrugs ]] #yaoiverse #standalone

[keicordelle]

The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Tail

Having a tail was really not all it was cracked up to be. Keshet cursed as he untangled a woman's skirts from the spikes on the end of his, which had gotten caught on the poor stranger's clothing while he tried to slip past her. He apologized, smoothing out the fabric and hoping she wouldn't notice the minute tear from one of the barbs. He'd thought he'd kept it tucked responsibly, close to his body and as still as he could make it without walking funny, but apparently he hadn't done as good a job as he'd intended.

Story of his life, really. Not a day went by when he didn't catch the damned thing on the overly-bustled skirts and flouncy coats the Ishgardians favored, or smack it into a passing traveller who didn't seem to realize he was large and that meant he needed space, or have it trod on by a hapless drunk while he was sitting in the tavern. At least miqo'te tails were soft and fuzzy, and who could really complain if they got slapped by one such as that? Keshet's tail was long and scaled and adorned with spikes and points, and could easily pass as a weapon if he were inclined to attempt such a thing. (He wasn't.) No matter how well he tucked it against himself, inevitably it snagged something, or he forgot and it wandered, or someone startled him and it lashed out before he could contain himself. Thank Nhaama he'd never injured anyone with it beyond some light bruising and maybe a scratch or two.

But it was hardly practical to walk with his tail tucked between his legs, which was both uncomfortable and unbecoming, and ran the very real chance of knocking him over into someone anyway, since his equilibrium was utterly shot without its swishing counterbalance behind him. So he tried his best, and prayed no one would get overly distraught to find a lizard tail wound in their clothes if they dared stand too close.

All of which was to say nothing of the other trials that came with a tail. He'd complained often and loudly of the wardrobe difficulties he faced, and far too much furniture was not designed to accommodate the extra appendage: chairs with solid backs and arms, narrow carriage seats that forced him to sit precariously on the edge, and even saddles for mounts were largely inaccessible unless he made alterations.

And it showed his emotions more clearly than his damned face, no matter how many times he'd tried to school it into stillness. Watching his tail was a more effective method of discerning his thoughts than if he were to just scream them aloud. A boon when dealing with members of his own race, where the playing field was level, but a curse here in Eorzea.

Not to mention the number of people who thought it was completely acceptable to simply grab him by the tail. He was starting to think the appendages on miqo'te were not, in fact, connected to their spines, if so many Eorzeans failed to realize it bloody hurt to yank on someone's tail. He'd heard rumors miqo'te found such gestures pleasurable, which still didn't explain the wantonness with which his comrades grabbed his, because unless this continent was a lot more open about such things than he'd come to believe, they couldn't have held any sort of indecorous ideas in mind when they snatched his tail to halt him.

He yelped when pain shot up his spine, Lyse's hand wrapped halfway down his tail and jerking him backwards. Between her, Alisaie, and Thancred, it was a wonder they hadn't ripped his spine straight out his ass. Usually he was fond of those who spoke through their actions rather than words, but every time they tried to tear his tail off, he rethought his stance on that. He supposed he could see the appeal, since his size put them at the perfect height to grab for tail rather than a shoulder or arm, but if he could stoop to grab their shoulders, then by the Dusk Mother, they could stretch for his.

Keshet whirled on her, pausing to pull his tail from her grasp. "You people need a lesson in etiquette," he ground out, lips twisted in a pained grimace. "Not only does that hurt, but in my culture, pulling someone's tail is just about the most disrespectful thing you can do, tantamount to spitting in my face and pulling down my pants in public. So please, please stop doing that."

At least she had the good grace to look sheepish. "Sorry." Though given the way she launched immediately into the subject she'd stopped him for, he suspected the reprimand wasn't going to stick. Maybe there was some magic concoction out there that could be used to make them all grow tails for a day so they could find out first-hand what it was like. Sighing and rubbing the base of his tail as he listened to Lyse speak, he shook his head. If only.

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#ffxiv #au ra #lyse hext #wol #ffxiv fanfiction #tail #my writing #daily inconveniences #drabble #keshet dotharl #~K

[sweetsmalldog]

Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

#castlevania #Sam watches Castlevania #castlevania nocturne

[the-rice-farm]

Hardships: Prologue

“No! Not there!” The young boy exclaimed while snatching the twig from the girl’s hands. Waylen was a strange child, and the fact wasn’t overlooked by many people. He proceeded to tear a piece of his brown trousers and folded it into a triangle. May looked at him, puzzled. “What on Earth are you doing?” His elder sister was one of the few people who saw him for who he was-- a wild young boy with a limitless imagination. “Can I have your necklace?” She looked at him with a playful smile. 

“You know how important it is-- do you promise to be careful?” 

Waylen eagerly nodded. He watched as she flung her thick dark hair to the side and unclasped the necklace. It wasn’t much-- just a simple black thread with a white bead threaded through it. It seemed to change colors every time it was in the sun. 

He stuck his tongue out in an odd manner that made May laugh. He then triumphantly raised his handmade flag and stuck it onto the tiny structure. 

Waylen scrambled up to his feet and ran behind the estate to gather more twigs, but May got up to leave. While clutching his sister’s skirt, he looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please don’t go! I want to play more!” May tousled his hair and pointed to the plants with her chin. 

“Do you want the cilantro plants to die so Mother can’t make your favorite dessert?”

He twisted his lips in a complex way and shook his head. “I want to water them! Can you please let me water them?” She sighed and pointed to the bright yellow watering can next to the tap. 

She could never be as energetic as her brother even if she tried.

Academically, May was outstanding.

Athletically… not so much. 

But her brother? Phenomenal. In both areas. He simply seemed to excel at anything new he tried. Of course, she praised him the most for it. 

“Waylen! Don’t water too much-”

Boom. 

May’s heart came to a stop as a loud thud echoed through the garden. Followed by another. And another. 

It was a raid. 

They were in a raid. But raids had ended a decade ago.

Before Waylen could open his mouth, she quickly clamped her hand against it and pressed her finger to her lips. 

“Don’t make a sound,” She whispered while whisking him away into the underground shed. “Stay right here. I promise I’ll be back soon- I’m just getting Mother and Father.”

May made sure she stayed calm until she was out of his sight, and then bolted into the house and rang every bell she could find.

She screamed at the servants to get out while she searched for her parents. Her heart raced as she guided her mother out the door and ran to the study to warn her father. 

Soon, they were all in the underground shed. She frantically searched for Waylen, only to find he wasn’t there. 

He must’ve gone back into the house.

She cursed her brother under her breath and exited the shed once more, locking it so everyone would stay safe. 

“Waylen!” She shouted desperately. Parts of the estate started to erupt into flames and tears stung her eyes. May could hear the ramming against the door of the shed. It was probably everyone trying to tell her to get back in. She had to find Waylen before that. 

“Waylen!” She heard a cry for help in response to her shouts. She darted around the fountain and found him sobbing on the gravel, his leg stuck underneath the rubble. 

“I-I tri-tried to g-get your neck-necklace,” He said in between sobs. “B-but th-the ro-rock-”

“Shh… I’ll get you out of here. Stay calm.” She lugged the jagged gray slab off his foot and quickly examined the damage. “You-you’re strong. Don’t cry, it will heal fast.” The lower half of his trousers were drenched in red as he wiped his nose. The shed door flew open and a servant quickly came to help her. 

“Take him and all of you start running. Quickly!” She nodded and ran with Waylen in her arms. May then tried to follow her, but she couldn’t move. Her dress's hem was stuck between the large rocks on the ground. 

Panic filled her brain and she pulled and pulled and even attempted to rip it. Smoke started to fill her lungs and more structures around her started to collapse. 

She saw Waylen thrashing in the servant’s arms, trying to yell for his sister. 

She saw her parents being held back by the maids. 

She saw the tears in Waylen’s eyes fall one by one, each thicker than the last. 

However, the last thing Waylen saw before they fled the town was his sister’s cold, dark, dead eyes.

The only thing that anyone heard that night were the wails of May’s mother echoing throughout the night.

#writing #writing draft #hardships #prologue #cringy writing

[abstract-donut]

What do you think would be your favorite outfit to either outgrow or bust out of after being stuffed a whole bunch? Tight jeans? A cute skirt? A button down shirt? Anything else at all? 💖

Ooooooh, I love this!

So I own maybe too many tshirts, so a common fantasy for me is eating and gaining at a maybe impossible rate until my shirt is as snug as an overstuffed sausage casing. Rips and tears form at the weak points until my flabby body just bursts out! I also love the idea of gaining until I’m indecent in the skirt I was wearing, or until it just bursts right off of me. 💕

The last one is very specific. I bought this fairly expensive jacket a little while back, but it arrived just as it got too warm for me to wear it. It fits well now, but there is something about the idea of being too big for it by the time it’s cold enough. Literally, I mentioned this to a non feedism friend talking about the kink, and they said “doesn’t the drama make it hotter” and omg omg omg 💕🥵

#donut asks

[creamecream]

“Oh? you?...you...ruined my dress...I didn’t like that...”

#bad end au mirsa because why not #you know how alverio makes husks? mirsa makes zombies pretty much #they have embedded their fortune telling gems in their hands and use them for a healthy dose of mind control and future sight #the skin around them is red and angry those gems clearly aren't supposed to be *in* their hands #their outfit is supposed to look like they were at a ball when like this whole thing happened #and they never bothered to change out of their ballgown and it just got more and more ruined #they got so many rips and tears and such to the point their skirt just kinda fell off #and they're left in their crinoline and maybe some tattered skirt fabric that got stuck to the crinoline #they're kinda fighting over people with alverio since they both need energy that they'd get from human life #glaring at each other over a plate of hot wings #what does that mean? I have no idea my mind just screamed it #the arcana #infected plague doctor au #custom apprentice #apprentice mirsa

[semisgroupie]

brother dearest

aoi todo x fem. reader

tw: fem. reader, incest, impact play, corruption kink, jealousy, possessive todo, borderline yandere (kinda), spit, creampie, unprotected sex

wc: 1.3k

a/n: I thought this was gonna be a little drabble…anyways my first piece to kick off the new year!!!

I'm thinking about big brother Todo, just so big and strong and he only wants the best for his cute little sister.

So when he takes you over his knee and flips your cute little skirt up to spank you until tears are running down your face you need to know he’s only doing it for your own good.

Definitely not for his own twisted pleasure.

He’s taught you everything on how to please him. He trained your throat and your tight little pussy to take his cock and only his cock. When you two would watch a seemingly innocent movie he would have you cockwarm him with your mouth or cunt. Maybe he’d even make it into a little game and he would see if you could make him cum before the movie ends. Or when you two would watch a horror movie, he would choose the scariest one and have you sit over his lap and for every time you shut your eyes or jumped he’d shove his fingers inside you and give you another reason to yelp.

There would never be a time where he isn’t on you or inside you. When you cooked a meal for the both of you, he would bend you over the counter and pump you full of his cum at least twice before letting you finish the meal. And if the food got cold then you earned 10 spanks.

What he hated most was that other men could see you. It’s not like he could lock you away and keep you with him, even though he wanted to desperately. He couldn’t get rid of all the guys that had their eye on you. There were so many broken bones and “accidents” that could happen.

It was moments like this where he wished he could get rid of every other guy in the world. You should only have eyes for him, no one else. But here you were still talking about Yuuji’s dumbass jokes. His blood was boiling but he knew once the two of you were back home, he’d make you forget about Yuuji.

The second the two of you crossed the threshold of your shared apartment he lifted you over his shoulder and brought you to your shared bedroom. Once inside he tossed you on the bed and crawled over you.

“W-what’s wrong nii-san? Did I do something wrong?”

You looked like a deer in the headlights and Todo couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so clueless. Too busy slutting yourself out to Yuuji to realize what you did wrong? Did you forget who you really belong to, my dear little sister? Who taught you everything you know? Because I think you did but don’t worry, your strong big brother will remind you. Who’s the one that loves you most sweetheart?”

“You do nii-san.”

“Good girl.”

He takes his shirt off and pulls his pants down to reveal his hard cock before he moves to rip your leggings right in the middle along with your panties. You whined as your pussy was exposed to the cold air. “Look at you, so fucking wet. I hope it wasn’t Yuuji that got you like this or you’ll get this a lot worse.”

He leaned down and spit on your slick pussy then lifted your legs to your chest so quickly it practically knocked the wind out of you. Without another word he shoved his cock inside you. Your walls clenched around him tightly and it ripped a primal groan out of him. “Do I not fuck you enough? My sweet little sis has the tightest fucking pussy.”

His thrusts were brutal and rough, each time he bottomed out the fat mushroom tip of his cock was snug against your cervix. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, honestly at this point your insides should’ve been shaped like his cock. Maybe he should fuck you every second of the day. Maybe he should pull you out of your classes so you can be his sweet little breeding baby. You don’t need anything else, you don’t need anything or anyone but him.

You only need your big brother.

He knows you so well. He fucks you so well. He knows you better than anyone could, knows you better than you know yourself. He knows what makes you tick and what makes you crumble and he uses them all to his advantage. Why wouldn’t he?

His large hands moved to your shirt and tore it open. Your pretty bra looked great against your soft skin but it was in the way, all your clothes were in the way. He yanked the cups of your bra down to expose your tits to him and he began to toy with your nipples as he started to put some of his weight on you.

You looked perfect underneath him. His eyes moved from your pretty pussy that was creating a nice creamy ring around his thick cock to your tits that bounced with every thrust and your pretty nipples hardened under his fingertips then to your face. Fuck your face had the most beautiful expression. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, you were fighting the urge to roll them back from how good he was fucking you, your mouth was dropped open where moans and cries of his name were leaving your mouth.

He wants to grab his phone and add to the collection of photos and videos he has of you but for now he’s just going to spear his cock into your tight pussy. “You will never need any other man but me.” He leaned down so his lips were centimeters from yours, his grip on your breast became ever rougher as he growled his next words. “You only need me. You don’t need to look at another man. You don’t even need to think about another man but me, got it? I love you more than anyone ever could and you love me right?”

He pointed his question with a particularly hard thrust. “Yes! I do love you nii-san!” Your words were mixed with moans and whimpers. He closed the gap between the two of you and finally kissed you. It was hungry and filled with a mess of saliva from both of your mouths. The hand that wasn’t on your tit moved to your clit and rubbed the swollen nub quickly.

You clamped around him even tighter at the addition of his hand and with the way you were moaning into his mouth he knew you were going to cum. He wasn’t too far behind either. With the amount of times he’s fucked you he’s learned how to sync up his orgasms with yours. He broke the kiss and pulled away to rest his forehead against yours, translucent tendrils of saliva connected both of your lips.

“Cum for me. Cum for your big brother, the only man that will ever see you like this.”

He kept his forehead against yours while your hands flew to his broad shoulders, digging your nails into the skin and making him hiss. “Cumming! I’m cumming!” Your cute body shook underneath him as your orgasm ripped through you, your nails dug in deeper and your eyes fluttered shut. His thrusts and pace was still unrelenting, no matter how sensitive you were. He made you feel good now it’s time for him to feel good too.

He gave you three more deep thrusts until he buried his cock deep inside you and flooded your pussy with his seed. Another animalistic groan was ripped from his throat as he pumped the last few drops of cum into you. He let you drop your legs and he rested his forearm by your head as he caressed your cheek with his other hand.

“You did so good for me sweetie, such a good job for me like always.”

You slowly opened your eyes to meet his gaze and a soft smile grew on your face. “I love you.”

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

It’s true, his love knows no bounds and he will do whatever it takes to show you how great his love for you is. You’re all his after all, he’ll have all the time in the world to show you.

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#aoi todo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw dark content

[proserpina-magnus]

Marauders + Regulus Reactions to you Being Bratty

Word Count: 1892

[ Warning: Female reader, oral (male receiving + female receiving mentioned briefly), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard doms mentioned, punishment, spanking, pet names such as “pretty/dirty girl” “love” “baby” and “whore”, praise kink, degrading kink, choking ]

!! Safe Words are in place !!

I wrote this on zero brain cells, so please read with caution.

James Potter:

- he gives you a small look, telling you to quiet your actions.

- when you keep acting up, he places his hand on your thigh and just sort of squeezes it.

- since you're both in the common room, he can only murmur a meek: "what's wrong baby? Why are you acting like this?"

- His hand grips your thigh a bit too roughly when you only roll your eyes at his words.

- He tries his best to get you in private so he can speak to you alone, but he keeps getting interrupted by people.

- Finally, Sirius catches on and distracts most of the people so James can slip you upstairs to his dorm.

- "Why are you acting like that?"

- He loses some of his patience's when he hears you mumble an "I'm not acting like anything, you're overreacting,"

- "I ain't overreacting, if you keep running your mouth off I'm gonna stuff you full of my cock,"

- His words are looser when he gets angry, he loses some of his mannerisms.

- James is true to his word, after a few more minutes of you back talking him, he gets you on your knees.

- "don't have anything to say do ya? Full of my cock, come on, suck it like a good girl now,"

- James swats your hands away when you try and hold his thighs.

- "keep them on your knees, I only want your mouth on me."

- you give a shitty blow job for a few moments, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of taming you over.

- Jame grabs a fist full of your hair, not pulling to hard but enough to give you a small warning.

- After a few minutes of you not complying, He takes it into his account to just fuck your mouth.

- You're gurgling as drool slips past your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. You're looking up at him, hoping for some sympathy.

- "I gave you warnings, you wanted to be a brat so I'll fuck you like one, don't act all innocent now,"

- James cums against your throat, almost making you choke. He pulls back, his hand pushes your hair back gently.

- "let me see you swallow,"

- he tilts your head up, giving a proud smile when he sees you swallow his cum.

- "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a brat anymore," you say, feeling his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

- he's praising you greatly for your words, glad he has his good girl back.

- "that's much better, exactly what I like to hear. Come on, let's go back to the common room,"

Peter Pettigrew:

- his hands had been on your skin, his fingers ghosting over your clothed cunt.

- Before you could find release, Remus had walked into the dorm looking for his books.

- you both pull away, embarrassed. Remus only rolls his eyes and tells Peter to hurry up before he misses breakfast.

- "I'm sorry love, let's go get some breakfast?"

- when you whine and try and pull him back, he only kisses your cheek. "Please Peter, you've got me excited,"

- "I'm sorry baby, but not right now,"

- You can only respect his decision, getting up as you both go to the dining hall.

- you had been fine all morning, staying as close to Peter as possible.

- When the last class of the day rolled around, you had begun to get fussy.

- you snapped at Remus, a bit angry that he had interrupted Peter and you this morning.

- Peter gave you a stare, confused because you had been fine all day. His hand comes to your back, rubbing it to try and soothe you.

- You pull away from his hands, slapping his hand away from your body.

- Peter gives a long look, clueing in why you had begun to act up.

- After the class has ended, he pulls you up the stairs to his dorm and makes sure to lock the door this time.

- He soothes your bratty behaviour, shushing you as he lays you down on the bed.

- you push his hands away, upset that you had to wait all day for him.

- After a few praises, Peter had been hilt deep inside of you. You completely crumpled under the pleasure, relaxing into the feeling.

- "I know baby, is this what you wanted? Should've filled you with my cock this morning, maybe you wouldn't have been so fussy huh?"

- your whimpering and pulling him closer, your bratty behavior completely dissolving at his words.

- "Shh pretty girl, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here,"

Remus Lupin:

- he had given you many warnings throughout the day, so when it came to dinner and you still haven't given him respect, he was absolutely livid.

- Remus hand came onto your thigh roughly, a slight slapping sound following it. You try and pull his hand away, but he only keeps it firmly on your upper thigh.

- he continues to eat dinner, not sparing you a glance because of your behaviour.

- his non-reaction makes you act up more, wanting his attention.

- Remus makes a deep 'ahem' sound from the back of his throat, his eyes glaring down at you.

- after dinner, he pulls you along to the dorm.

- "Alright, you've been a fucking brat all day. Think it's time  for your punishment yeah?"

- you protest, but he only pulls you over his lap, your ass in the air.

- his hands move your skirt, slipping your panties down to your ankles.

- "why do I have to punish you?"

- "because I've been bad," you rolled your eyes at him, earning a hard smack to your arse.

- "I was being a brat," you muttered.

- "okay, each time I slap you, your gonna count them then your gonna thank me,"

- "whatever,"

- another hard slap came onto your other cheek, making you yelp.

- "keep talking back and I'm gonna make your punishment longer. I'm gonna slap you 10 times, this is a punishment but you're always allowed to use your safeword, understood?"

- "yes sir,"

- Remus hand comes down on your arse, each time you respond with the number and a thank you.

- Another hard smack makes your skin jump, your eyes tearing up. "5, thank you, sir," your voice shakes, your arse red and raw.

- Remus rubs your ass, messaging it briefly from his hard smacks.

- he continues until he reaches ten, at this point your crying and sobbing out apologizes.

- "you're done bunny, took the punishment like a good girl, let me rub some cream on you hm? Get you all cleaned up,"

Regulus Black:

- Regulus is either a soft dom or a really hard dom, there isn't an in between.

- he gives you a stern look, mouthing a small "cut it out"

- when you don't cut it out, his hand is clenched under the dinner table.

- You can tell just by his aura that he's pissed, everyone else can too.

- "Watch yourself," He says when you make a comment back to him, the people sitting near you go quiet.

- "you watch yourself,"

- his jaw tightened, his knuckles are white from holding the fork so hard.

- you go quiet for a bit, understanding from his demeanour that he isn't happy.

- after dinner, he grabs your arm and leads you to his dorm.

- the second your alone, his hand comes to your throat. He pushes you against the door, making you whine at the lack of air.

- "you're going to strip and get on the bed then I'm gonna fucking ruin you,"

- when his hand leaves your throat, you only stay where you are and look up at him with a small conceding smile.

- Your attitude makes him lose it, he yanks you towards the bed and rips off your clothes quickly.

- when you whine at your ripped shirt, he only grabs your throat and presses against it with an overpowering force.

- he teases your tits, pulling and pinching your nipples. You whined, fussing against his hands.

- "stop fucking whining you brat, you fucking love it,"

- Regulus bonds your hand to his bed frame tightly, the fabric giving you a small burn whenever you twitch or move around.

- His cock teases your cunt, pushing the tip in before sliding it back out. He rubs it against your clit, making you hold back a whimper.

- His hand never leaves your throat, grasping it tighter until you see black spots. At this point, he had been handling you with rough caresses.

- "fucking whore, what makes you think you can speak to me like that? Hm? Where're your fucking manners?"

Sirius Black:

- you both had been hanging out at the library, talking with friends and such.

- when you began to get fussy and talkback with an obvious attitude, Sirius was quick to react.

- Sirius chuckles to himself, rubbing his thighs as he gives you a small smirk.

- he doesn't give you mean looks, he just stares at you with a daring look.

- his eyes tell you everything, you can tell just by his expression how he's going to react.

- somehow, you quiet down at his expression, knowing you had messed up.

- Sirius brings you to his dorm, kicking out Peter so you both could be alone.

- his hand is on your ass, sitting on his desk chair as he pulls you onto his lap.

- "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean it!"

- Sirius only laughs and pulls you into his chest, his hands in your hair. You thought you had been forgiven, but you let out a loud gasp when he yanks your head back.

- "you knew exactly what you were doing, you know the rules baby, or maybe you wanted a punishment hm? You dirty girl,"

- he only smirks at your whimper and whines, trying to get him to know your apologetic.

- Sirius strips you, picking you up as he lays you down on the bed.

- he positions you on your hands and knee, holding your face down against the mattress.

- you whine loudly as his hand comes down on your ass harshly.

- he continues to tease you, his fingers slipping inside of your cunt quickly.

- He pushes you over the edge for hours, never even getting bored. He had ranged from using his fingers, mouth, and cock. He keeps denying your orgasm, laughing as you become a crying mess.

- "you can cry all you want, it doesn't bother me any. I haven't even gotten started yet,"

#james potter #peter pettigrew #sirius black #marauders #marauder smut #marauder x reader smut #marauder x reader #marauder x you #james potter smut #james potter x reader #james potter x reader smut #young peter pettigrew #Peter Pettigrew smut #young marauders #Young Peter pettigrew smut #sirius black smut #young sirius x reader #young sirius black #young Sirius black smut #remus lupin #young remus lupin #remus lupin smut #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #young remus x reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader

[angelamajiki]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write smthn about a bully dabi/hawks who kinda corner and bully a shy Y/N into doing some sexual stuff w them if that’s okay?

[ study break - dabihawks ]

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, coercion, no con kissing/touching, bullying, spanking, facesitting, scumbags hawks and dabi

AN: my first fic! this is a no quirk college au, mind the tags! :)

Failing chemistry was not on your list of expectations when you decided to pursue your degree at Tokyo University. No matter how hard you studied, how many times you changed how you took your notes, you never seemed to get even a passing grade on your exams. Desperate and out of ideas, you begged your professor for help, only for him to recommend that his best students would tutor you, Touya Todoroki and Keigo Takami.

Or respectively, Dabi and Hawks. Why they went by those nicknames eluded you, but they never seemed to like it when you called them that.

Even though they lived to torment you every time you so much as took a breath during the lecture, they still demanded that you call them by their first names—what a pair of creeps.

Thanks to your professor’s ignorance, your pride was forced down as you made your way over to them after class was dismissed.

Both donning shit-eating grins, they waited patiently for you to come to them. Your professor had already told them about your misfortune and was quick to say yes to coming to your aid, the poor helpless thing you were.

“Well, well, well. Looks like princess finally decided we were worth her time, huh, Keigo?” Dabi spat as he got from his seat and stood behind you.

“Now, now, Touya. You know our pretty birdie is just lil’ shy, ain’t that right?” Keigo mused as he stood in front of you. “‘S the only thing that explains why you would blow off kicking it with us. But you need our help, don’t cha?” Their grins widened as you nodded, unable to speak in their suffocating presence.

“I-If you don’t mind, that is, I don’t want to take up your time-“Touya’s laugh cut you off as he slung an arm around your shoulder. “For you, sweet thing? We got all the time in the world.”

After a beat, Keigo picked up his bag. “Well, no time like the present. Let’s head back to my place.” Leaving no room for protest, Keigo took off out of the lecture hall as Touya guided you along rather forcefully.

Soon, you were stuffed in the backseat of Keigo’s car as he sped off to his apartment, Touya still stuck to your side.

——

“Home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, chickadee.” Keigo called as he went into the kitchen. The tension was awkward as Touya continued to guide you through the apartment and to the couch his counterpart referenced.

“So, um, do you live together?” You mumbled out, wanting to break the silence.

“Sure do. Why? You wanna join us in here?” He chuckled, trying to distract you as he slides his hand down your waist and onto the meat of your thigh.

“Stop teasing her; we’re here to help, right?” Keigo announced as he reentered the room and got comfy on the other side of you, gently squeezing your waist.

“Right. Keigo and I here have been trying to come up with ways to help you retain the information you learn. And what better way than to be penalized every time you answer incorrectly. Sound good?” Touya’s smirk returned as he moved to stroke your thigh, hiking up your skirt.

“That...that doesn’t sound good.” Punished for getting answers wrong? What was wrong with these two. Standing your ground was difficult when the pair intimated you so much, but you wouldn’t let them push you around.

“Oh, I thought you wanted us to help you pass your class. Guess not, then.” Keigo huffed dramatically. They knew it would take some warming up from their shy girl, but they had guaranteed results in store for you; they were sure of it.

“Don’t worry, princess; you'll be rewarded for everything you get right too.”

Well, that doesn’t sound too unreasonable, does it? Letting out a shaky breath, you gave an answer.

“Okay, let’s try it.”

---

Keigo’s belt cracked down on your bare thigh for the ninth time as you let out a pained whimper. This is not what you had in mind when they said “penalized,” but you had to get their help, didn’t you? If raising your grade meant flushing with humiliation as you sat on Touya’s lap with only your panties and sweater, then so be it.

“That’s the 9th question you’ve gotten wrong. It’s like you want to be punished, babe.” Keigo sighed as he tenderly rubbed the spot he spanked. “C’mon, if you get the next five right in a row, we’ll take a break. Okay?”

You nodded promptly, wanting nothing more than to get out of your current position as soon as you could.

The next questions were passed with flying colors. Letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you relaxed against Touya momentarily in relief. His arms looped their way around your waist snuggly as the other man beside you to gently turn your chin towards him.

“Let’s give you that reward now, huh baby?” Keigo whispered gently against your lips before sealing them with a passionate kiss. Touya made quick work to tie your wrists together with his own belt while you squirmed in his lap. The blond’s hand made it to your neck possessively and squeezed gently, stroking his thumb over your drumming artery.

Touya slid you off his lap and into Keigo’s, who spread your legs wide over his right thigh. The white-haired man chuckled as he ripped your panties at the seams, discarding them behind him. Spreading your lips gingerly, he smirked and pressed a thumb to your clit.

“Why’d you hide this pretty pussy from us for so long, princess? I coulda gave you this reward a long time ago.”

Touya wasted no time in pressing a kiss to your clit and spitting on your hole before setting off to devour his meal. Keigo, above him, released you from his overwhelming kiss to thumb away your tears.

“Hey, hey, don't cry, birdie. Your boyfriends are gonna make you feel so good. Promise.” He swallowed your protests and pleas with another searing kiss, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb as he did.

The kisses and licking became numb to you after a while. Boyfriends? You weren't dating. Hell, you weren't even friends. How did you even let it get to this point? Why didn't you leave sooner? Why did you agree in the first place?

Lost in your dissociative thoughts, you hardly had time to prepare before a blinding orgasm ripped through your whole body. It left you shaking and seeing stars, gripping your white knuckles as Touya rode you through your powerful high. He pressed one final kiss before standing up and helping you back into your skirt.

“You did such a good job, princess.” Touya praised as he stroked the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“Don't worry, babe; we’ll take on a proper date after our next study session.”

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[honeypiehotchner]

you’re still a traitor (Hotch x Fem!Reader) — one shot

This is all angst because my brain wanted to write something based off “traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo 🤭🤭🤭

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, mentions of excessive drinking as a coping mechanism, no happy ending (and no there won’t be a part 2 soz)

Hotch Masterlist || Main Masterlist

brown guilty eyes and little white lies i played dumb but i always knew

Your relationship with Hotch wasn’t even a real relationship. Not in hindsight, at least. At the heart of it, though, as it was happening, it felt real. It felt more real than anything you had ever experienced.

Nothing was glorified, over-exaggerated, or unnecessary. You’ve always been a straight-to-the-point person, and so has he, so it struck neither of you by surprise when you began spending nights together on cases.

The tension between the two of you had always been high from the day you started at the BAU. He blames it on the skirt you wore to the interview. You blame it on the way he looked you up and down every chance he got.

No wonder he didn’t look surprised to find you on the other side of his hotel room door.

That first night you had said something stupid, something about the girls being lame and going to bed early. But the truth was that they were raiding the minibar, and as much as you wanted to join them, you wanted to see Hotch more.

You knew he didn’t sleep much. It wasn’t hard to conclude, not with his recent divorce, late hours, entire pots of coffee to himself, and dark circles under his eyes.

Not to mention, of course, the small throw pillow and blanket that magically appeared on the couch in his office one day.

You weren’t surprised when he opened the hotel room door, still fully dressed, minus his jacket. You were barely a fourth of a way through your explanation for turning up at his door when he pulled you inside, lips bruising yours and hands gripping your skirt.

To him, it was always the damn skirt.

That night was the first of many. No one knew. No one knows now. Hotch continued to book you a room of your own, and you continued to spend your nights in his bed.

You mastered the art of sneaking to his room after everyone was in, and sneaking back to yours before anyone woke up.

Occasionally, you’d stay back at the BAU until everyone had left, just to spend a moment more with Hotch.

loved you at your worst but that didn’t matter

No one knows this, but you’re the reason his dark circles left. The reason he didn’t stay as late anymore. Because you always coaxed him away, wanting dinner, or even just company as you walked to your car (where you’d then ask for dinner, or rightfully point out that he’s already at the parking garage, so he might as well go home).

Dinner one night turned into almost every night, except when he had Jack. Sleeping in his bed once became almost every night, except when Jack wanted to spend the night.

A label was never spoken about, but you never felt the need to speak about it. As far as you were concerned, you were the only one he was sleeping with and vice versa. Why did a label matter?

That’s what you told yourself, at least. Labels didn’t matter to you. Exclusivity is all that mattered, and you had that. You thought.

You had suspected Hotch started seeing someone else. But all you had was a gut feeling, and a feeling isn’t enough evidence.

i kept quiet so i could keep you

Soon it wasn’t just a feeling. Soon Hotch didn’t want to go to dinner anymore because he was leaving earlier than you — earlier than anyone else. Soon he started actually leaving for lunch on his lunch hour, and that’s when the rumors started swarming.

“Okay,” Garcia ushered everyone over in the bullpen. “Is. Hotch. Dating?”

Rossi chuckled. “I. Don’t. Know.”

Morgan shook his head. “Nah, that sounds like he knows something.”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “Why do we think he’s dating someone?”

“Are you kidding me?” Garcia gasped. “He just left the building on his lunch hour! I’ve never seen him leave for lunch the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Me either,” JJ agreed, to your horror.

“Maybe it’s just something with Jack,” you shrugged again, not even aware of your defensive tone.

Prentiss narrowed her eyes. “Do you know something?”

“What?” You blurted, eyes wide. “No? Am I supposed to?”

“Answering a question with a question,” Reid pointed out lowly.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” you said. You grimace, thinking about it now, but you didn’t have any energy then to know it was rude. Or to care.

You were paranoid. Horrified. You were in Hotch’s bed two nights ago, and now he was leaving on his lunch hour, and you had no idea what for. All signs pointed right where the rest of the team was thinking, but the thought made you sick.

So sick that the next night, when you found yourself once again in Hotch’s bed, you brought it up.

You tried to be nonchalant. You don’t know where it went wrong.

ain’t it funny? remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid

“How was lunch yesterday?”

His eyebrows furrowed. Something you used to gaze at in awe, but in that moment it made you panic. “Lunch?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “You left for lunch and the whole team thought something was up.”

He merely hummed. Hummed. That was his reply.

“Emily thought I knew where you went,” you continued, tracing circles on your arm. Normally, you’d trace circles on his chest, but that felt wrong all of the sudden. “I told them I didn’t and they didn’t believe me.”

He chuckled quietly. “I went to lunch. That’s all.”

“With who?” You asked, far too quickly. Maybe that was your mistake. You were too accusatory too fast.

“Did it have to be with someone?” He retaliated, and looking back now, you see this moment here, this was the downfall.

“I mean,” you paused. “You normally stay in your office if you’re eating alone. I figured if you left then you were going to meet someone.”

“Oh.”

You hesitated. “Did you?”

“Yes,” he finally said, ripping the Band-Aid off once and for all. “Her name is Beth. But we’re just friends.”

You nodded. “You sure?”

He turned on his side then, facing you with his head propped on his arm. “Why are you asking?”

“Because I’m curious.”

“You’re never curious.”

“You never leave the office to meet someone for lunch.” Especially not a woman, unless for whatever reason, Haley wants to have lunch and brings Jack, but the last time that happened was seven months ago, back when they were still trying to be friends after the divorce.

“I’m allowed to meet friends for lunch.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” you replied, probably too harshly. “I just meant...I don’t know what I meant.”

you gave me your word but that didn’t matter

Weeks passed by and you watched Hotch leave every now and again to have lunch with Beth. He never explicitly told you that it was Beth he was meeting every single time, but you knew. You always knew.

Because the look he’d give you as he’d close his office door, phone in hand no doubt to send a text to her, letting her know he was on his way. The look he’d give you said it all.

You knew the end was coming. Truthfully, you knew the end of the two of you was coming from the first day he met her for lunch.

You had never seen him as happy as he looked when he came back. And with every lunch date, it got worse.

Yet, for some reason, he still invited you over. And for some reason, you still agreed without hesitation.

February came and your heart broke with it.

You knocked on Hotch’s office door, bag in hand, the question of dinner on your hopeful lips.

“Can we talk?” He asked, speaking before you had a second to breathe.

You nodded, stepped inside to your demise, not even bothering to sit down. You knew it wouldn’t take long, and it didn’t.

Two sentences. That’s all it took.

“I don’t think what we’re doing is something I want long-term — for me or for you. I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.”

For me or for you. He was always thinking of your well-being. It always annoyed you.

“Okay,” you had said, cracking a small smile to hide the pain. “Fun while it lasted, right?”

“Right,” he agreed. “Well, have a good night. See you tomorrow.”

You couldn’t hold the tears in and they flowed freely before you were even out of the bullpen. You were thankful everyone had left. Imagine the explanation you would’ve had to conjure up. The web of lies he would’ve forced you to spin in five seconds.

Instead, you had to spin an entirely new web. All to explain why you weren’t sleeping, why you were drinking more, why you looked like you had cried all night the next day (you said it was allergies and insomnia; Morgan was the only skeptical one, but he let it go).

it took you two weeks to go off and date her

The real ending came when Valentine’s Day arrived. You were foolish to think he’d spend it with you, but you still did.

The jet landed back in Virginia after a long case, and you thought for sure Hotch would tap you on the way off of the jet, ask you to dinner, then back to his place, just like you did last year.

But he had made plans. With Beth.

You were delusional to think otherwise, but still, his smile cut right through you when he told Rossi he had plans.

guess you didn’t cheat but you’re still a traitor

Derek, Emily, and Penelope wanted to go out for drinks and you were the first to agree, ready to forget the past year of your life.

Thankfully, you didn’t spill any secrets while drunk. You did confess to going through a breakup, but not with Hotch. No one will ever know it was Hotch. The “he” in question will forever remain a mystery to them.

Meanwhile, you watched Hotch fall deeper and deeper in love. He decided to run a triathlon, and he trained every morning -- with her. He left for lunch almost every day to go eat -- with her. He never stayed late, he always had plans -- with her.

He hardly ever spoke to you anymore. And you never spoke to him.

It became an unspoken agreement for you to leave finished paperwork on his desk without a word (if he was in there) or better yet, to drop it off while he’s at lunch.

You sleep in the hotel room furthest from his every case.

The seats next to him on the jet are off-limits and you’ve even gone to make a shitty cup of shitty coffee before to avoid him (and everyone knows you hate the coffee on the jet).

You somehow managed to never meet or hear about Beth until the triathlon — and you were apparently the only one who hadn’t met her yet.

Jack hugged her immediately that day. He had already warmed up to her and it made you want to claw your heart out.

Beth is nice. Beth is an angel. Beth is older, prettier, everything you knew Hotch wanted and wasn’t getting from you.

She shook your hand with a smile, none the wiser to the fact that you’ve slept with Hotch more times than you can remember. That your heart belongs to him even though you don’t want it to. Even though you want it back.

now you bring her around just to shut me down show her off like she’s a new trophy

Once you met Beth, it seemed like she was everywhere. Visiting the office, bringing Hotch lunch, bringing Jack in to visit, having coffee with Hotch in the cafe you used to frequent, at Rossi’s for family dinner nights. Everywhere.

Worst of all, at JJ and Will’s wedding.

You weren’t the only one to show up without a date, yet you felt like it. Especially when Hotch arrived with Beth on his arm, glowing like always, with Jack holding onto his hand.

You avoided Hotch all night — Beth too, but mostly him — yet he somehow managed to find you alone in the kitchen.

The wine was your saving grace of the night, and he happened to walk in as you were pouring another.

“I can hear your liver screaming from here.”

A poor attempt at a joke, really. Maybe it was funny. But you didn’t laugh. “I’ll survive” was your dry reply before downing half the glass.

His face looked softer, but you know now it was the wine in your system.

“You look good,” he had said. “How are you doing?”

You stared at him. “Fine. Thanks.”

You don’t know why he kept trying to have a conversation with you. You felt insufferable and you see now that you were, but it’s all his fault.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You chuckled dryly. “Not with you.” You paused. “How’s Beth?” Paused again, this time to bring the wine glass to your lips. “How’s a real relationship working out for you?”

Hotch’s face fell. “What we had was real. You know that.”

“I know it was,” you replied. “But do you? Do you really?”

He didn’t answer. His silence was all you needed.

and i know if you were true there’s no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly

You left him standing there in the kitchen without another word. You had nothing left to say to him, and he clearly ran out of words for you.

Derek found you halfway to the dance floor.

“Woah, I don’t like that look,” he said, taking the wine from you. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “Let’s dance instead. Come on.”

You drug him away, meeting Penelope and Emily for the next song. You danced, you cried, you blamed the tears on the alcohol in your system. You slow danced with Emily, Derek, Rossi, narrowly avoided Hotch by swinging into Spencer’s fumbling arms.

No one knew. No one would ever know.

you betrayed me

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