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gnwookieee · 11 months

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hi ‼️ can u pls try writing ZB1's reaction to when their s/o calls them dude/bro (only if u aren't busy! no rush : D) — also what do u like being called as ? i dont really see u saying a name anywhere or maybe i js didnt look enough. anyways, thank u 🗣️

: zb1 being called bro/dude !

📁🖇️ : hi anon! thank you so much for requesting, i hope it is ok but i decided to go for the members either being the reader's boyfriend or having a crush on the reader!

📁🖇️ : also to anyone wondering you can call me rose! it's my real name, i was very happy when zb1's fandom was annouced as zerose hehe

genre : fluff, some hurt, a little comfort

pairing : zb1 x gn!reader

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: 김지웅 // kim jiwoong

look of pure confusion on jiwoong's face

man is the boyfriend of the decade and he gets called bro? he is highly confused, was not the name he thought he would be getting

tries to be smooth, brushes it off and plays his own game with you

responds by calling you the sweetest of pet names there are

darling, baby, gorgeous, sweetheart, prince/ss you name it, he is going to call you it

new life goal: be the most romantic and un-bro like he could possibly be

he probably catches you off guard with his reaction, nobody is prepared for maximum flirty jiwoong

: 장하오 // zhang hao

hao honestly thought you were talking to someone else

continues whatever he was doing until he hears you say it for the third time

looks at you to discover that your eyes staring right back at him

shocked to find out you were addressing him

me? i am the bro? really? you sure?

not sure how to react, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

mini internal conflict calms when he sees you break into a smile, realises you did it on purpose

makes you promise not to call him it again

: 성한빈 // sung hanbin

hanbin hides his disappointment at the name really well

his crush just called him bro, this was not a good sign

inside he is really confused, keeps going back and forth thinking of all the possible explanations for why you just called him bro

do you see him as more of a brother type? as a friend? do you in anyway see him as a potentially romantic interest?

but on the outside he laughs, smiles widely at you

joins in and calls you it too despite being the last nickname he wants to call you

“hi bro”, “of course bro”, “see you later bro”

feels very deflated, maybe he was being ridiculous thinking you could like him

: 석매튜 // seok matthew

matthew cannot hold back, he just laughs in your face when he hears you call him dude

laughs so hard and hysterically he probably cries

okay. not the reaction you expected.

doesn’t calm down for a good 10 minutes

every time he looks at you he starts to laugh again

matthew’s laugh is contagious, him laughing causes you to laugh. now both of you are just laughing at the situation together

now you call each other ‘dude’ all the time

admittedly not the most romantic pet name but it reminds you both of this time

he probably changed your contact name in his phone to ‘dude ❤️’

: 김태래 // kim taerae

taerae gets a little teary eyed when you attach ‘dude’ onto the end of your sentence when you two are talking on the phone

he quickly makes a blatant excuse explaining that he has to end the call

you made taerae cry?!? immediately you rush over to his dorm as quick as you can to talk to him in person

seeing him sniffling makes your heart break

tell him that you were only joking and trying to be playful, give him a big hug and do anything to try and get him to smile again

gets a little embarrassed that he got so emotional at a silly name, he just really likes you and he hated the idea of only being a friend to you….

: 리키 // ricky

gets sooo flustered

probably interprets this as your way of flirting with him (i mean he’s not wrong)

he cannot look at you without blushing, his ears turn a bold pink colour

turns away from you, hiding his face

if you try to peek at him, he just keeps turning the other way

‘aaah don’t do this to me, i can’t handle it’

honestly who would have guessed it was so easy to turn him into a blushing mess

one semi cute nickname from you and he has become 10 times more whipped for you

: 김규빈 // kim gyuvin

ok it’s time for gyuvin and his iconic (dramatic) reactions

when he hears you call him ‘dude’, he literally malfunctions and stops working, you can practically see the little digital loading wheel appear above his head

he looks at you with wide eyes

flops. yep the boy just flops onto the floor

acts as though he is allergic to the name

whines so bad ‘why dude?!?!?’

just lays on the floor for a little bit

you may need to give him a little tap, ask him if he is ok. make sure he didn’t hit his head

: 박건욱 // park gunwook

gunwook (playfully) tackles you with a hug when you call him bro

picks you up while shouting ‘really, you are going to call me bro?!’

the two of you are laughing so much

has enough confidence to believe that he is not just a ‘bro’ to you

clicks immediately that you are just playing with him. smart boy cannot be fooled

uses his strength to keep you in place while he tickles you

refuses to stop until he hears you admit that you were joking and you take it back

very statisfied with himself

: 한유진 // han yujin

yujin has a huge crush on you and honestly he thought that maybe you liked him back

but when you called him ‘bro’

boy is rethinking every single time you two had interacted

he thought you liked him back but now he thinks maybe you only see him as a friend

probably pouts a little

when he gets back to the dorms he rants to his older members about this new nickname you called him and what it could indicate about your feelings about him

‘but what does that even mean?!?’

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the-colourful-witch · 7 months

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There's no Parvati without Lavender :) When I was a kid first reading the books, I didn't like Lavender and Parvati much. They were written in a negative way. They would giggle about everything and say 'oooh' and 'aaah' about stuff and shriek and squeal. And of course, they liked pink and were very emotional... yuk, right? (Note the sarcasm here.) Now, I realize the misogyny that backs all that up. Lavender and Parvati are young women who possess big hearts and know what they like. They are in tune with their emotions and their feminity. And there is absolutely NOTHING WRONG with liking girly things. I have a pair of fluffy pens on my desk that I write letters with to my friends. I own a drawer full of stickers that I stick on my planner. I like the colour pink more and more as I grow older and fuck everyone who makes young women believe they are not allowed to like those things. Because god forbid, you're considered 'girly', which in this case sounds like 'weak'. Weak? Are you kidding? Lavender and Parvati fought in the war. They risked their lives to save others. Lavender ran after Blast-Ended Screwts to help Hagrid with his class! I would rather eat my socks. NoT To MEntiON, the two of them were the only students who bothered to comfort Professor Trelawney when her bloody career was on the line! I will no longer accept any criticism about Lavender. She is a good person. I'm going to continue because there's a lot to say.

Oohing and aahing when you see a unicorn is not annoying, Harry. You pubescent little shit. If I saw a unicorn, I would bawl my eyes out. Don't judge people.

Crying when your pet rabbit dies is also NOT ANNOYING. Have some sympathy. Hermione, just because YOU don't believe in Divination doesn't mean it's nonsense. Don't make fun of people and their perception of the world. RIP Binky <3

Am I done? NO! Lavender was a 16-year-old girl when she got her first boyfriend. Was she clingy? Yes. Did she use silly nicknames? Yes. Does that mean she deserved to be led on for weeks? No. So, Ron Weasley, apologize. For the love of GOD.

Alright, I think I'm done.

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nanamisdickrider · 4 months

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Twisted Pleasure

✧⁠*⁠。18+ ✧⁠*⁠。Choso Kamo x reader ✧⁠*⁠。note ≠ this idea was stuck inside my head for ages !! but idk if someone already did something like this, but anyways, enjoy!

"Hello? Baby I'm outside, wanna go for a ride?" "You're outside? But my parent'—' "come out love, it won't be for too long, promise."

You got up from your bed and walked towards the window, you looked out and saw choso sitting on his bike, with his hands resting on his thighs, Goddamnit! He just had to wear those black sweats with that tight compression shirt and a fur jacket...he looked so...good.. you were unknowingly rubbing your thighs together but you stopped when choso raised his arms to signal to you to come down.

You slowly tip-toed your way downstairs and used the spare key you had to open the door, it's not that your parents would get mad because of you going out this late at night because you were out till 4am at times, but you didn't want to wake them up.

"Finally" Choso said when you closed the door behind you after stepping outside. "You missed me that much?" "Always."

"sit infront of me, that way I can be closer to you." "you'll have some troubles driving then, because I might block the view!" "we'll see, love."

Choso helped you wear the helmet he got for you, it's a lavender coloured helmet with his name written on the sides, it's like his own helmet but the colour's black and your name was also written on it's sides. You smiled when he put on his own helmet, his eyes were looking so beautiful, you just want to see them rolled bac—

"grab on my arms and sit tight okay?" You nodded and watched him get on the bike, leaning back to give you the space. The way his shirt was slowly rolling up and revealing his happy trail and mini scars on his v-line. You felt yourself get wetter and wetter.

You carefully got on the bike and adjusted to your comfort, not knowing that you were rubbing on choso's dick. "Mmmfffp—!" "You okay there choso?"

You were doing it intentionally but he doesn't have to know that♡

Choso rolled his body on you accidentally to adjust himself, and right on that time you lifted your hips up, his half-hard dick rubbing on your wet slit was just enough to get him boner. "Y/n... you're doing t-this on purpose huh..?" He was whimpering in your ear now, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Your hand went back to touch his abs, and slowly go down on his bulge and rub it with your manicured nails. “Haah...Uugh.. Aaah...”

"go on Choso, let's go somewhere far yeah?" Choso started his bike and you removed your hands from his lower body. Having something better up your sleeve<3

It was going just fine for 15 minutes until you guys entered an empty street, the only light was the moon and the small lights. Your hands found their way to his sweats but this time you pulled down his pants and freed his dick, his tip was so wet cause of the precum, your fingers stroked it up and down and you heard choso gasp, he didn't say anything but let out his slutty moans. He stopped the bike for awhile to collect himself and you took that as chance to roll down your shorts just enough for his dick to get inside your warm walls.

"Y-Y/n wait! A-aah—FUCK!" he cussed out when you slid him inside and his cock stretched you so good, you had to clench down on him. "Y/n...ple–ase..." Choso begged for you to continue "Not yet baby, start your bike."

Choso looked at you with wide eyes, surely he didn't think you're as innocent and naive as you look right?

He slowly and carefully leaned forward to start his bike again but of course you would roll your hips on his sensitive cock and make it harder for him. "W-why can't we fuck and then go back—Aagh!..to your p-place..?" "Won't you listen to me Choso?" You looked back at him and Choso knew that look, you will overstimulate him when you go back to your place. He obediently started the bike and moved at a medium pace. There was a bumpy road ahead and Choso was scared for his life whereas you were grinning. As soon as the bike landed down on the bumpy road, rocks were coming down the tires, you automatically started jumping up and down on choso's dick. "AagH~! Y/n! Please baby pleas—Aah Shit!"

Your moans made him arch his back and accidentally push his dick deeper into you which made you moan out loudly, he quickly wrapped his palm around your mouth to muffle your moans. Choso stopped the bike and bended you over "I'm sorry y/n..but I r-really can't take it anymore!!" Poor little boy got tired of your games and just couldn't take it anymore!

Choso pushed his cock in and out of your gummy walls, his one hand was over your mouth to cover any moans and his other free hand went up your shirt and groped your tits. Squeezing your nipples between his middle and ring finger. You rolled your eyes back meanwhile Choso was drooling. "I'm sososo close! Please let me breed you right here and now!!" He kept on chanting your name. Choso was begging for you to let him push his seeds deep inside you and fill your womb with his warm cum:(

After a few more of his hard and deep thrusts, he came inside you, his whole body shaking along with yours. He leaned down and pressed his chest against your back. He was breathing heavily.

Choso pulled himself out of you and leaned back to watch his cum slowly drip out of you. He scooped it up with his middle finger and shoved it back inside you, making you shiver. Choso then slowly pulled you back up and took off your helmet to look at your pretty face. He took off his own helmet after that and you turned around to see his cheeks rosy pink and eyes half opened, he was still catching his breath.

"Just because I enjoyed this doesn't mean you won't get your punishment when we get back to my place baby"

Choso whimpered when you said that. Your boyfriend is such a pervert ♡

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avocado-writing · 6 months

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i never see any crowley x reader fics where he’s a bottom 🥲🥲

could i request a crowley x reader fic where top!reader pegs crowley ?? it’s what he deserves

notes: sub!crowley like he deserves in this

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: E

“Colour?”

“Unffff— green…!”

“Good boy.”

Crowley likes to be fucked, this much you know to be true. If there were a dictionary definition of “pillow princess” his picture would be in the footnotes for it. He likes to be spread out on his back, slim thighs akimbo; bent over the nearest available surface; folded at the waist over your lap. Any way where he gets your full and undivided attention.

He will take any sample from the smorgasbord of pleasure you offer. His arse or his cock or his cunt, no matter what you touch he’ll get off. Right now he’s splayed out on the bed, practically coquettish in the way he moans and thrusts upwards into your touch, flushed such a deep red you think he might pop a blood vessel. You’re inching the silicone cock between your legs into him very slowly. It’s thick, you’ve had to work up to it over the evening: using bigger and bigger sizes to both prepare and tease him. His hole flowers open under your ministrations and you watch as his body swallows you.

“Fu-uu-ck,” you growl, thrusting forward a little so that your hips fit snugly against his. His mouth opens in a silent orgasmic scream and his cock floods out precome. He’s so hard that he’s bobbing against his own stomach, leaving pearly trails between his slit and the fine hair beneath his navel.

“Look at that, Crowley. You open up so beautifully for me…”

“Aaah. Please. Please…” he doesn’t seem to know what he’s begging for but does so anyway. His hand reaches up for you and you clasp it in midair, threading your fingers through his and squeezing. Yes. You’re here. You’ll keep him anchored in the moment.

Slowly you begin to undulate your hips. The dildo makes a filthy noise where you’ve made sure it was suitably prepared to slide into him and Crowley chokes. After two thrusts he’s begging. After five he’s a whimpering mess, and after ten he’s totally lost the power of speech. All he can do is lie there and let you fuck him. But the whole time you talk him through it, your voice honeyed and thick, reassuring him you’ll give him exactly what he needs.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Relax. You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you? So fucking good for me, such a pretty little demon… so obedient…”

Crowley paws desperately at your chest, simply unable to vocalise what he wants from you. But you know him well enough now to sense it. You slow down your fucking to a more leisurely pace so that you can reach over, practically bending him in half, and press a kiss to him. His face is sweaty but his lips are needy and searching. He presses his tongue to yours submissively. He wants you to take whatever you want from him - and right now, that’s his third orgasm of the night.

You take his cock in your hand and it only takes a couple of pumps until he’s done, spilling all over himself with such force he splatters onto his chest. He collapses utterly boneless and thoroughly sated, you pull out of him with as much care as you did entering him. He moans and a little more cum dribbles from his softening cock. You unbuckle the strap as you head to the ensuite, grabbing a wet flannel and a glass of water for your lover.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

He manages to nod with enthusiasm, still not quite able to form words. He gulps down the water that you offer him though.

“There we go, handsome,” you mutter. He nuzzles into you affectionately, his breathing slowly stabilising as you clean up the mess.

“Fuck. Needed that,” he eventually croaks out. You chuckle and drop a kiss into his fiery hair.

“Any time you need it, gorgeous.”

“Love you,” as he says that he blushes brighter than when you were several inches inside him. You hide your grin.

“I love you too.”

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#request #crowley x reader #david tennant x reader #good omens x reader

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dddevilsadvocate · 11 months

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1. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: here it is folks! the first chapter of the longest fic I’ve ever written. literally. 12 pages and counting. after the overwhelmingly horny positive reception on this post, I decided to split what I currently have into instalments and release them periodically as I edit them. there is no schedule lol I have ADHD and am also very not good at this 🥲

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

midnight had struck well over 2 hours ago. RAD’s 8am start crept closer and closer, like a cat upon a mouse. like a threat. and though you were in bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows, basking in the warmth of the body pressed against you, sleep could not reach you. there was no room for it.

the third eldest’s allocated “you” time - an entire 24 hours with you all to himself! - had started right as the new day did. at 0:03, you’d snuck into his room, where he’d been waiting like a lovesick puppy to show you what he’d done. he’d chosen a great movie for you two to watch; some niche title from his surprisingly robust comedic horror collection, apparently a Devildom cult classic. he’d even gone through all the trouble to have it projected onto his ceiling so you could easily see it from the comfort of his bed - which he’d rearranged into the perfect cuddle nook. snacks he’d fought to keep safe from Beel were laid out like a buffet. the lights of his tank were set to your favourite colour, casting a hazy glow over the space.

everything had started innocently enough. you’d pressed your lips to his cheek, complimenting his efforts. he’d rushed to start the movie and practically dove into his tub, finally able to wrap his arms around you and rest his head atop yours. his chest rose and fell against you as he laughed at every slapstick gag, mandarin eyes sparkling when he realised you were laughing too. you don’t quite remember how he’d ended up under you, with his hands on your waist and your tongue between his lips, but you weren’t going to complain.

Levi had always been cautious of intimacy. he rarely went further than where he was with you right now, and even such familiar territory made him nervous. you feel the heat of the blush on his face as if you’re leaning over a fire. your kisses are sloppy, and his are desperate. his hands don’t dare stray from their places above your hips, but the lust he’s holding them back from sparks from his fingertips. he wants to let them roam. he wants to let then roam more than anyth-

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH

a sudden, violent rise in the movie’s volume comes like a bomb over your senses. you push yourself up from the demon, a scream tearing from your throat. Levi is just as startled; his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them as they study the room for the threat.

“AAAH WHAT THE HELL WAS TH- oh. th-the movie.” groaning, his head falls back against the pillow. “I completely forgot about that part… and that it was still playing…”

though your heart continues to pound against your sternum, you giggle. “my god.” running your fingers through his fringe brings his attention back to you. “we should probably turn that off and get some sleep now.”

you reach for the projector’s remote and click it off. but as you go to slide off the demon, his fingers suddenly dig into you. your shirt separates his skin from yours, but you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints. his grip is somehow full of panic, like he’s worried you’ll float away. “w-wait! wait. can… c-can we keep going?”

you smile. you can survive tomorrow’s classes with no sleep if it comes to that. and if you’re honest with yourself, sleeping wouldn’t be nearly as fun as continuing. “of course we-”

“can we go further? maybe?” despite threatening to, Levi’s voice does not waver. his eyes - golden and indigo like the most vibrant of sunsets - dart between yours from beneath furrowed brows.

the shock of the question does not strike you as hard as his confidence does. your relationship with Levi had never been consummated in the traditional sense, but he wasn’t a stranger to the concept. the rock of your hips always left him a babbling mess. your hands brought him such pleasure he only lasted a minute the first time. and your mouth? god, it was like he was addicted. you’d never heard him - or anyone, for that matter - make such noise while actively trying not to. and yet, as much as he enjoyed the acts as they were happening, asking for them activated his fight or flight. red-cheeked and stuttering, until you saved him with your overwhelming perfection.

you figured he’d get to this question at some point, but you never thought he’d ask it in one smooth go.

“you… want to go further?” you arch an eyebrow. “how much further?”

Levi’s gaze darts to the door. you made sure to lock it behind you at his request, but now he seems worried a brotherly ear or two might be pressed against the other side. he stares for a moment before glancing back at you, unable to meet your eyes this time. he studies your lips, your chest, your shoulders, before his voice drops to a whisper: “a-all the way?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the response doesn’t come. nothing you think of seems appropriate in reply. if you say yes, you’d be the first being to have ever done so. Levi had never even asked anyone before - a confession Asmo had once drunkenly given on the otaku’s behalf. the amount of courage it must have taken to verbalise the question, to venture so far from his comfort zone… your heart swells. the poor demon must be scared shitless.

you don’t even entertain the idea of refusal. of all the centuries he’s had to ask this question, he’s asked you. he wants you.

finally, you cup his cheek in your hand. “I’d love to.” his eyes return to yours, staring wide and glossy over crimson cheeks.

“r-r-really?!” his voice squeaks. his expression is pure disbelief, like he was expecting you to echo his signature ‘disgusting reclusive weirdo’ tirade and flee back to your own room. when you smile again, leaning forwards so your forehead is pressed against his, he inhales sharply and tightens his grip on your waist.

“I’d be honoured, Levi.” your lips brush over his brow, his cheek, his nose. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise. just let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

(read the next part here)

#obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader smut #leviathan x reader #levi x reader smut #levi x reader #obey me levi #obey me levi smut #obey me leviathan smut #leviathan smut

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pinkrozezzz · 10 months

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The Twitter Colour Wheel Challenge

In summary: I worked on that thingy for around 1-2 weeks, and it was fun! I really liked experimenting with the colours here♥

holy shit guys stop liking my Rook post THIS IS NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO AAAH/j

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dwindlinghaze · 1 year

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evermore

(remus lupin x reader)

a/n: this is my favourite evermore song aaah <333 and also remus is just :(

summary: a winter date blurb with rem

contents: fluff that's it,,, lmk if there's more!

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it's the month of december, the month of endings and beginnings. outside, the scape was filled with knee-deep snow capturing a scene of the wildest winter.

your neck was wrapped in your boyfriend's scarf with his scent filling your nostrils. the cafe was warm and cozy, the smell of burnt cinnamon and hot chocolate lingering in the air.

you tugged your coat tighter to yourself, keeping the warmth in. "rem where are we going next?"

he looked up at you, placing the cup of hot cocoa down on the wooden table. "we can go to the library, or do christmas shopping, or we can skate, anything you want."

when he smiles, you have a feeling so peculiar. it's like no pain would be forevermore.

remus draped his arm around you as you walked down the snowy path. white flakes on your lashes; he wants to kiss them away.

"you're warm," you said, snuggling further to his embrace.

"i know," he kissed the crown of your head as he spoke. "let's go inside the clothing store, you're freezing."

"aren't we going to the library? i know you want to buy that book you told me about yesterday," you questioned.

"oh but you're cold. let me buy you a coat first then we'll go."

"rem, i already am wearing a coat. i don't need a second one!"

"but you are cold, lovely. let me just buy you a coat then we'll go to the library then maybe we can skate around too."

"you're very considerate."

"yes i am. especially when it's about you," he opened the door of the shop to let you in first. "you like this one?" he held up a brown coloured coat with

"it looks good, plus it's very warm and fuzzy," you giggled.

you two walked hand in hand to the library after. finding books in which you can read to each other during sleepless nights.

"hey look isn't this the one?" you peered up at him. as you took in his appearance, you found yourself lost in adoration.

his eyes were crinkling on the side as he scrunched his face from the dusty shelf; his hair was a ruffled mess in the most perfect shade of sandy blond; his lips curving in a lopsided smile when he catches you staring.

you blushed and looked away in embarrassment. "i'm nervous under your stare," he joked to make you feel less shy.

"you're just pretty," you said.

"coming from you!"

"i love you, thanks for today."

"i love you too, and anytime lovely."

#remus lupin fluff #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader fluff

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maimoncat · 9 days

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Leshycatpril: nightmare (cw: some gore, blood, horror elements and eyestrain)

Late, but I still got it done!

I’ve had this idea in my head for some time now, so I was really excited about the third prompt of @aniflowers ‘ LeshyCatPril.

Having the whole thing in the dark also helped me with the colours! XD

Leshy: I can’t stop, I can’t rest… It hurts so much

I know I deserve this… I’ve done horrid things… But I can change! I can be good!

Please… let me go… I’ll do anything! Please! Please…

Just make it stop! Please… let me out… let me out…

Let me out…

Let…

Me…

Leshy: GO!

Somy: AAAH!

Leshy: Somy?

Somy: Fffhh… Fuck, that really hurt!

Leshy: Somy, I’m so so- wait, I can give you some of my bandages!

Somy: Other side of the bed!

Leshy: Oh yeah, here they are!

Somy: Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!

Leshy: I’m sorry! I’m… so sorry…

Somy: … Leshy…

Leshy: You’re stuck here with a monster li-

Somy: No. You’re not a monster, Leshy. Not anymore.

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: smut

notes: aaah i was bikini shopping earlier today and i could not for the life of me stop thinking about going bikini shopping with touya-nii and how much of an absolutely menace he would be, so i decided to write a lil something real quick!! set in my touya-nii au!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, semi-public sex, a hint of degradation, toxic relationship, size difference, minimal prep

words: 1.7k

synopsis:

And you wish you could say you don’t want it—don’t want his cock splitting you open right here, right now, surrounded by all of these strangers; don’t want those people hearing your poorly suppressed moans and wails of his name, a muddled mess of letters on your sloppy tongue; don’t want them all to notice the way the stall is trembling under the force of Touya’s thrusts, a large hand clamped around the frail change room door as he uses it as leverage to fuck you into the corner—but that’d be a bold faced lie.

You want it just as badly as he does.

And he fucking knows it, too.

And he fucking loves it.

The sun hangs high and proud in the stark blue sky, painting the boardwalk in translucent gold. A gentle breeze carries with it the scents of sticky sweet coconut sunscreen, the salt of the sea, and the grit of the sand, combining to create a delicate perfume that clings to your damp skin.

The crystal windows of the shops scattered along the outskirts of the beach glint in the harsh sun, the glaring rays partially obscuring the storefront displays, teasingly revealing bits and pieces of themselves, enticing patrons closer for a better look.

Your hands are still syrupy with melted ice cream, your fingers still encrusted with sugar from your waffle cone, and you stick a digit into your mouth, sucking it clean in contemplation.

“What is it, princess?” Touya asks the moment he realizes something has caught your attention, squinting in the late afternoon sun as he scans the stores.

“That pink bikini,” you mumble around your finger, prompting Touya to sigh in slight exasperation and pull it free from your mouth. “It’s so cute,”

“You want it?” he’s asking, though his hands are already patting his pockets, a halfhearted attempt to locate his wallet.

But you don’t need to answer. He already knows. He’s already decided.

Neither of you had planned on going shopping today, but Touya shouldn’t necessarily be surprised. When his baby sees something pretty, he’s sure she has to have it.

The aroma of surfboard wax and summertime flowers wafts over you as you enter the store, a precious little gasp dancing on your tongue as your eyes scan the endless racks of nylon and spandex, full of colourful patterns and glittery designs.

“Oh, niichan,” you begin, looking over at Touya with those trademark puppy-dog eyes, bottom lip twitching, on standby to form a pretty pout the moment the situation calls for it. “Can I?”

He meets your gaze with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, though it’s impossible for him to hide the love, admiration, validation that tugs at the corners of his lips, threatening to grow into a full smile.

“You’re a spoiled little brat, y’know that?” he murmurs, the insult soaked in admiration.

Shopping with Touya-nii always follows the same rules and regulations, so ingrained in your shared consciousness that it’s almost become a cherished little ritual.

Every single article you pick up must be thoroughly approved by him before you can try it on. He’s coming into the change room with you, of course, just like he always does, and he doesn’t give a fuck what the sales lady apprehensively murmurs about store protocol, policy, and privacy. The glare she receives in response to her timid warning—glinting sapphires paired with that sharp, horrifying smile—begs her to just try and fucking stop him.

So she lets it go.

It is absolutely crucial that you try on each piece in front of him, attentively watching you with those lidded eyes and that lazy smirk, leaning back on the small wooden bench with his knees spread wide.

With each new garment pulled on or stripped off, you feel exposed, you feel exhilarated; there’s something so wrong about it all, something that sends the intense fluttering in your stomach all the way up your throat as you answer him in soft, shy squeaks, something that has your heart spasming in terrified tremors against your rib cage with such violent vigour you’re afraid the bones may splinter under the strain.

But no one’s going to attempt to tell Touya what he can and cannot do, store codes and customs be damned. Because he exudes pure, potent power; it seeps out of his pores, it cracks like a azure storm cloud of lighting around him, flashes of it visible only when he turns those piercing eyes on his subject, his victim.

And maybe that’s what makes it feel so fucking exciting.

It is, however, quite difficult for him to only watch, to not touch. Vying fingers are curled into tight fists, or stuffed between his now clenched thighs, a poor attempt to keep them from tugging at the flimsy strings or popping the back clasp with practiced ease.

It’s astonishing, the sheer power you have over him, able to melt his ironclad self-control in an instant, armed with nothing more than a simple smile and a soft giggle of his name.

His restraint becomes molten metal in your soft palms, yours to mold and meld until it reaches its boiling point and vaporizes into wisps of shimmering silver—which just so happens to be after the fourth bikini you’ve tried on; a white little thing with beaded strings for ties—his calloused hands wrapping around your hips and yanking you into his lap, hot, hard, throbbing denim pressed against your inner thigh.

This is the worst kind of torture he’s ever experienced, he murmurs into the bare skin of your shoulder, teeth grazing it slightly before they sink into soft flesh, hard enough to break the skin barrier, hard enough to have a strangled yelp of his honorific catching in your throat, his cock twitching eagerly at the sound.

You want it just as badly as he does.

And he fucking knows it, too.

And he fucking loves it.

“Touya-nii,” you whimper, squirming a little in his grasp, a pitiful attempt to grind your cunt against his cock, fervent fingers tugging at his belt loops and picking at his belt buckle. “Touya-nii,”

He chuckles in response—a low, strained thing at the back of his throat—murmuring out a pacifying Alright, baby, alright, as he shifts beneath you, cavernous pupils outlined by a ring of blue while they watch your delicate hands work: belt unbuckled, button popped, zipper pulled, waistband shoved down.

It’s incredible, the way the two of you are still so insatiable for one another, each passing year seeming to magnify, intensify, this voracious addiction, the drip of time doing nothing to dull or diminish it.

He’s crushing you into the corner of the stall half a moment later, your legs dutifully locked around his waist, hooked at the ankles, heels digging into the dimples that cushion the base of his spine.

“You’re such a good little slut for me,” he’s breathing against the shell of your ear, dirty words sinking into the soft cartilage, sealed with a long lick of his tongue as he shoves his cock into your ill-prepared hole. “Such a perfect little sister, letting niichan take whatever he wants, whenever he wants it—whenever he needs it.”

And you whine and nod and agree, just like you’re supposed to; yes niichan, of course niichan.

It stings as your sensitive flesh stretches, splits, unstitches itself to accommodate him, the sweetest little cry choked off by a sharp gasp as his mouth latches onto your neck, lips and teeth etching a brilliant masterpiece of his name into your skin.

The taste of peanut butter and chocolate still saturates his tongue, notes of its decadence infused in his spit as his teeth clack against yours, desperate to devour every little mewl and gasp and sob while your nails paw and pull and pierce, the locks of his hair and the cotton of his shirt and the muscles of his back.

It isn’t slow, or subtle, or discreet at all. No, it’s rough, it’s rancorous, it’s downright ruthless, each pound into you sending quivers skittering up the weak door, the rickety lock rhythmically clinking and clattering against its fastener.

Really, you should be embarrassed by how fucking shameless you both are, by how fucking inconsiderate you’re both being.

You should be.

But you aren’t.

Because the craving is too much, too strong for either of you to control or resist, this combined obsession—this sick addiction—bigger than either of you, than both of you, an overwhelming rush of glutton and greed intoxicating your blood, your bones, your brain until the compulsion consumes your body like some sort of everlasting parasite.

It’s over fairly quickly, though, each jackhammer of his hips slamming his cockhead into your sore, swollen cervix, each ragged drag back grinding his cock against that spot, each audacious whisper and horrified mutter acting as another spit of kerosene on the rapidly building blaze in the pits of your stomachs, forcing a conjoined explosion.

“You gonna—gonna cum, baby?” he nearly keens, voice shattered with pleasure. “Huh? You gonna cum for niichan?”

He’s so fucking pretty when he gets like this, sapphire eyes glittering with love and mischief, ivory tufts saturated in sweat, strands damp and clinging to his gleaming temples and neck, chest heaving against yours, forcing sugary sweet huffs of breath from his mouth into your own.

Yes, yes, yes, your affirmations are climbing higher and higher, needier and needier, airier and airier, words floating on clouds of ecstasy.

“Do it,” he commands, and you obey instantly, just like you always do, just like the good little girl you are, just like niichan’s perfect little princess.

He follows half a second later, encouraged by your pathetic pleading for his cum—oh, please niichan, give it to me, niichan, need you to stuff me with it, niichan—cock pulsating in impeccable time with your begging, filling your pretty little cunt with thick, hot strands of pearlescent ivory.

It is beyond humiliating to exit the change room nearly twenty minutes later, several bathing suits piled up in your arms as Touya deposits the ones you discarded, or the ones he disapproved of, on the counter by the saleswoman, flashing her a charming smile as he passes.

At the cash register, you shift from foot to foot, clinging to your niichan’s arm and nuzzling your face into his bicep, suddenly shy from all the gawking gazes; throngs of women glaring at Touya, expressions twisted in disgust, as if he’s some sort of depraved monster, the few men scattered around the store gaping at Touya, expressions loose with awe, as if he’s some sort of god among men, because he is.

Grabbing the two large bags stuffed daintily with tissue, Touya politely thanks the cashier for her service, cordial and considerate and all the things he wasn’t mere moments ago.

“And have a wonderful day.”

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya smut #bnha smut #believe it or not this isn't either of the other two touya-nii smut pieces im working on LMAO #i had to get this out of my head immediately #spoiling u all with touya-niiiiii #and now:::::: i must sleep ahahaha #tw stepcest #tw toxic relationship #tw pseudocest

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xsezzie · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 11 : Pumpkin

Characters: Solomon & Simeon (or romantic if you want to see it that way)

Warnings: Nah

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Solomon can't cook for shit but his cooking always has magical powers for some reason...? At least that's what I remember when I played this game LOL

“Oh, come on Simeon, trust me! This will be the best pumpkin pie you have ever tasted!”

Solomon grinned happily, stirring the… “food” he was trying to make. Simeon could only look on in horror as it began to turn a dark purple colour.

“Hey… why don’t we let Luke do the Halloween baking? You know he would uh… love the opportunity to improve!”

The angel was nervous. Why did Diavolo allow Solomon to join the cooking team for the upcoming Halloween celebration!? Simeon needed to come up with some sort of way to save everyone.

"Hmph... I can help too you know!"

Ah, everyone was doomed.

Later that evening, Solomon and Simeon had finished up their duties. After completing his pumpkin pie, the human had left to go set up all the tables, thankfully not cooking anything else. Simeon felt bad, he could see Solomon was proud of it, but there was no way he could let anyone, not even Beel, eat it.

But maybe it was okay? What if the pie was not toxic despite its looks? Maybe he could sneak a taste…

And sneak a taste he did, Simeon gently took a piece of the whipped cream, or at least that’s what he thought it was, and licked it off his finger.”

“Huh… this is quite nice… wait what!?”

Did he just think it tasted nice? No no this has to be some trick.

Simeon tried another little bit of the cream, and it did in fact taste nice.

“Ah Simeon! What are you doing!?” Solomon caught the angel red handed.

Simeon turned his head around and stared wide eyed - oh. He can feel it now. There was something wrong with the pie after all, and it was not the taste. It was the weird powers Solomon’s food always came with.

“Solomon…” The brunette couldn’t fight it now.

“What? What has gotten into you? First you start eating my pie and now you are looking at me funny…” He pouted.

The urge was overwhelming despite only having a small piece - “I am going to tickle you.”

“Huh-HEY!” Solomon cried out as Simeon punched on him, wrestling to pin his arms up.

“I’m sorry… it must be done… I must tickle you…”

“Wait wait what why!? Aaah!!! S-Simeohohon!”

Simeon successfully managed to pin the white haired boy's arms up with one hand and used the other to poke his exposed armpits to see if he was ticklish.

“Oho? What do we have here?”

“Ahahah! What are you doooihihihing! Stahahaap!”

“I cannot, I just… have this awful urge to tickle you… I blame whatever weird things you put into that pie or yours!”

“I-I didn’t do anythihihihiiing I sweahahahahahar! Aaack!! Simeon!!”

The brunette had let go of his arms now and dove both hands into his armpits, causing Solomon to throw his head back with even more laughter.

“HAHAHAAH SIHIHIHIHIMEOHOHOHON!!! THAT'S MY WEAK SPOT HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Excellent… heh, seeing you like this is quite amusing my friend~ You’re always so sly, maybe this will knock you down a peg.”

Simeon smiled, almost maniacally, as the white haired boy continued to squirm under him.

“D-Don’t make me call Asmo hahahahaha!!!”

“I think Asmo would love to join me~”

“Nohohohoo!!!”

“What’s this about me~?”

Simeon stopped tickling as soon as the familiar voice of Asmodaeus was heard behind him.

“Are you playing tickles without me~ How could you!” Asmo pouted.

“Uh… hey Asmo…” Solomon gulped nervously.

“Asmodaeus… please try some of Solomon’s pumpkin pie… and tell me what you think… I just tried some right now and I need someone else to test this…”

Simeon noticed as the fifth born looked terrified at the idea of eating Solomon’s cooking, but the fact that someone else had already tried it and was living in front of him to tell the tale made him curious.

He approached and also swiped a bit of whipped cream from the pie, licking his finger in curiosity. “Huh… why is this good… I don’t see what the big deal is- oh.”

Asmo stared at Solomon and Simeon on the ground, the human looking up in fear. “Ohh~ Hehe… I see now Simeon… I too have this strong desire to just tickle my dear Solomon… perhaps we should continue together~?”

“Wait… no… please Asmo NOHOHOHOOO!!!!”

#obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me #tickling #obey me tickling #tickletober #miya&mia's tickletober

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verdantglow · 2 months

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Hiiii, hellooooo, I saw your Homestuck au and I love it. Love your art !!! I wanna eat everysingle one of them they are so-

Ok so, I had a few questions if you don't mind like, how did Scar and Grian met? Like- how they become moirals? Aaaand what would be the quadrants between Mumbo, Scar and Grian

Aaah hi! & thank you so much! (I’ve never had someone say they wanted to eat my art, that’s such a high compliment, omg…)

So Scar & Griann. They met while playing the VR version of Flarp around mid adolescence!

Actually, the VR edition of Flarp is how all the various groups of characters know each other. When they were around 7-8 sweeps old, they all signed up for & played a VR Flarp called Third Life. After the campaign ended, they stayed in touch & over the years they’ve played four more campaigns over VR, occasionally adding in more players. (This is very odd for Flarpers & really just for trolls in general. Maintaining relationships outside of your quadrants once you’re an adult & off planet is exceedingly rare, but this group is now around 12-14 sweeps & just finished playing the Secret Life module together.) (…There might be something to be said about the complex shipping chart that has developed holding them together in some ways.) (But mostly they’re just all friends, for whatever shade & value of friendship is possible as an adult troll.)

Anyway! Back to Scar & Griann! Griann ‘accidentally’ (no one is sure how accurate that word is) led to Scar’s first death in the Third Life campaign. We can guess that either Griann really thought Scar wouldn’t die or he just is piss poor at thinking things through, ‘cause killing a sea dweller, even in a game, when you were not supposed to… Well let’s just say that Griann vowed his first life to Scar & Scar, whether by dint of being the friendliest sea dweller you’ve ever met or because he was genuinely placated by the vow, didn’t pursue revenge IRL as he was entitled to by troll custom.

(It’s important to remember here that 1. Griann is a mutant candy red blood & 2. everyone was around the age where blood colour starts showing in your eyes, making it harder to hide your hemostatus. Given Griann wasn’t a full adult, so there was just a tint of red to his irises, during the Third Life campaign most of them assumed Griann was a rustblood. & a such a low blood killing fucking royalty out of turn, frankly most of them were pretty damn shocked that Scar accepted the vow instead of killing Griann on the spot, at least in game. It was very much a defining moment for everyone’s thoughts of Scar.)

So Griann & Scar teamed up & feelings… happened. Most of the rest of the crew saw their relationship as a somewhat forced moiraillegence, Griann placating Scar for his own safety as well as that of others while voicing his desire to leave the partnership to almost anyone who’d listen. By the end of the campaign, the forced part fell off people’s estimations, as Grian obviously became closer & closer to Scar. But it still seemed like a pretty cut & dry moiraillegence, albeit a kinda dysfunctional one, given how much death & destruction Scar still enacted on everyone.

When they were asked about their fresh moiraillegence after the campaign, they both just kinda smiled & nodded, trying not to think about all the confusing vacillating make outs that happened on Monopoly Mountain. & they’ve been living in ??? ever since.

Now, Mummbo Jummbo. My favorite jade blood. (My only jade blood lol.) He & Griann have known each other since they were grubs & have always been pretty much inseparable, despite Mummbo not picking up VR Flarp until the group’s second campaign.

No one knows what the heck is going on between Griann & Mummbo. They are utterly, helplessly devoted to each other in a way that everyone speculates whether they flushed or maybe ashen or ??? Like. Scar & Griann, while they keep up the image of them being moirails, anyone who really knows them can see quadrant vacillation clear as day. That’s not too out of the ordinary. But Mummbo & Griann? Extremely odd by troll standards, particularly adult troll standards. They seem to swing between pity friends & hate friends, as many troll friends do; they just do it at an intensity & velocity that most trolls find baffling outside of quadrants.

(The truth is Mummbo’s quadrants are completely empty & he prefers it that way. Aroace king right here. If you ask if, he’ll just say that quadrants are too much fuss & confusion for him. Though it is worth noting that Mummbo’s main point of reference for what quadrants look like for a long time was whatever the fuck Griann & Scar have going on, which, is, uh, not particularly stable & frequently somewhat unhealthy. Love them though.)

Mummbo & Scar become good pity friends after being introduced by Griann post-Third Life campaign, though they also have their hate friend days. Heck there have even been a few times that others have suspected Mummbo was pitch flirting with Scar (like during the Secret Life campaign when Mummbo said, rather loudly, in public, something to the effect of ‘get good.’). But really it’s a case of the hate friendship aspect of their relationship flaring & Mummbo being utterly clueless to flirting of any kind, even when he seemingly is the one doing it.

#whoops wrote a novel #grian #goodtimeswithscar #Mumbo jumbo #scarian #desert duo #trafficblr #trafficstuck #I just love… weird relationships defying social expectations…#it’s the queer in me.#also aroace Mumbo fucking slaps.#verdant answers #also I’m having so fucking much fun answering these asks!#thank you to everyone sending them!#I love getting to share all this with more people who get it.#(I am eternally lucky that my fiancé also has fandom brain & used to be a Homestuck)#(so they are capable of understanding my rambling)#(but it’s so dang nice to have more people to talk to!)

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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So I was wondering - is this the only version of Engel, that would truly work out with König? I'm kinda referring to the ask where he gets positive attention from a fellow female team mate. That really got me thinking. (Thanks other anon! ^^)

Imagine she doesn't run away when she sees his true colours (Great, I've got Cyndi Laupers "true colours" stuck in my head now. Thanks brain.). She also knows, that there is no fixing him and she still falls for him. Having a little itch for madness herself and not judging him for his flaws and weirdness, understanding his brokenness, the trauma behind this odd guy. But she is a mature, collected and confident woman and would not put up with his shit that much. She would be more standoffish with him, demanding a relationship that is on eye level, she knows her worth. But she means well, is caring and attentive towards him and wants to give him love. She is not afraid of him and wants to learn how to work with his issues. She thinks he's worth it, despite everything.

Maby after building trust and (if we follow the team mate thought) seeing how confident she handles work, how much she has her shit together, he could relax a bit. Trusting her and let loose a bit, looking up to her instead of looking down and having the constant urge to control and protect her. Let HER take care of HIM. Feeling safe himself for once, because he knows how strong she is and he admires that about her, despite it challenging his views of woman as fragile and in need of protection immensely.

He'd still be a maniac, you couldn't change that of course, but even the maddest of madmans should get a break sometimes. And don't get me wrong, after all, the possessiveness and controlling is his way of loving, he doesn't know better, but she would put him in his place, if he takes it too far and then he'd turn it down a notch - out of respect for her. And then he'd do it again of course. It would be kind of a Sisyphos situation with him.

I would love that for him, but maby he's too twisted to be able to allow something like that. Maby that dynamic with Engel, where he can fully live his obsessions and possessiveness is the perfect outcome for him. And in that case, I'm happy for our lovely lunatic killing machine. :)

Aaah this one gave me brainrot! Such a beautiful and wholesome take. I wrote that "strong soldier lady complimenting König and making him flustered for a change" -bit without thinking much about what would happen next…

And I’m a bit of a party pooper when I agree with that last paragraph 🥲 I think König’s need to be in control would make him want to break a strong person no matter what it takes - and by breaking, I mean manipulating, seducing and bullying them under his will.

He cannot bear the feeling that someone is a step ahead of him (even if it meant she just wants to meet on equal grounds!) König wouldn’t feel safe because his view of relationships and power dynamics is so distorted. A powerful, confident, independent woman who tries to love him in a healthy way, is a treat… and a threat.

There’s no mistake he would be in love. If she gave him compliments, gave him attention, flirted with him and showered him with a healthy dose of kindness, he would be in heaven. But boundaries? König would try to push through those boundaries every chance he gets, and he would try to find her weak spots so that he can infiltrate and start to dominate her.

He wouldn’t be physically violent with these attempts, no! But his possessiveness and manipulative behavior would go absolutely bonkers. It would drive him crazy if this green flag girl refused to play by his rules and escaped his traps or tried to “train” him in any way.

If nothing else worked, if they arrived at an impasse, König would try to dominate her through sex and his physicality. If she was willing to surrender to him and became more submissive, he would view it as a way to finally manipulate her. A-ha, she's just a brat that needs to be tamed! (Just imagine this confident, capable soldier babe slowly crumbling inside, waiting for her Austrian dom to come to her and teach her how to behave, slowly driving her to sweet madness…)

#answered #yandere könig #könig headcanons

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