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rosedom · 3 months

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Hi!!! i'm obsessed with your works, they are really good!!!! :3 Could i maybe request a stomach bulge/omegaverse dom!male!reader x tighnari? >w<

"an unnamed player has invited TIGHNARI to play . . . my delicate, palm-sized lotus

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!tighnari, omegaverse, alpha!reader & omega!tighnari, size difference, stomach bulge, dirty talk + praise, cumming inside .

A/N : i am so soft for sweet omegas and tummy bulges o(*^＠^*)o

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Tighnari's always smelled sweet—this you cannot deny. Today, though, he's sweet enough to make your teeth ache; and he's making sure to set his claim on you, scenting you and smearing his scent all across you.

Throat, wrists, face, and your sternum—all of you gets covered in the rich scent of lotus flowers, staking his love across your skin.

"Eager lil' fox," you murmur, giggling at the way his nose tickles at your throat. A low purr is rumbling from his chest, ricochetting through your chest, pressed as it is to Tighnari's. "Gettin' me all smelly."

His purrs increase, drowning out your laugh. "'m not stinking you up," he says through it all, nipping at the jut of your chin to hush your laughter, kissing the nick away. "Makin' you smell like me."

You coo. "Everybody's gonna know I'm yours, huh?"

The smile pressed into your throat makes your hindbrain sing, and you allow your own gentle purr to rise and meet his.

And then Tighnari starts grinding down. "Alpha," he whines, his wettened cock rubbing against yours. He leans his forehead against yours 'til his breath fans across your cheeks, oh-so terribly drenched in the scent of his arousal.

All the while, his tail curls around your thigh, the soft fur rubbing against your bare skin. You smile, taking hold of the base of it and dragging your hand down the length. "What izzit, honey?" you drawl, as if you hadn't teased him, earlier, as if you don't already know how needy he is. You can smell his want, after all—heady on the tip of your tongue.

He whines, and the sound comes out buzzing after it travels through his purrs, syrupy slow. "Fuck me," he says, sealing it against your lips. Easily, you take control of the kiss, and Tighnari gives it up easily; he sinks into the drag of your lips and tongue, quiet lil' sounds spilling from his throat.

Fucking him, then, is easy. He's loose and wet and open, and you sink two fingers in immediately. Two turns to three turns to four, because you're large, and Tighnari is awfully small, compared to you.

Your hands—one lube-slick and one slick-slick, thick and heady with his arousal—hold tight but tender, firm but achingly soft to the gentle jut of each hip. Buried down to his neck like this, his scent is even stronger, a mix of horniness and abject love and entirely drenched in lotus-scent. It makes your cock throb, buried as it is deep n' snug in his small cunt.

"'m ready, please," he whispers, begs, voice already broken. He's cum once, already, spread wide across the knuckles of each finger and drip-dripping down to your wrist.

"I know you are, sweet boy," you whisper, giddy, licking across the protrusion of his scent gland, of the healed imprint of your teeth, of his mating mark. "Your body is rather telling, y'know? Your lil' cunt is clenching so eagerly around me."

Tighnari whines at you, grinding down to the subtle swell of your knot. It's not formed, yet, but it'll grow quick, spurred on by your mate's scent and the eager bump-thump of his hips. You guide him smoothly, letting him ride you without giving his thighs too uncomfortable a strain. "Easy, 'Nari. I gotcha."

He nods as he falls into your soft n' sensual rhythm. "Okay, okay," he whimpers, greedily sucking in your scent right at the base of your neck, at the matching mark he left on you all that time ago.

Looking at him, he's an absolute mess.

His ears are pinned back, melting into his mussed-up curls. You've got his bangs tucked back and over, exposing his forehead for you to tilt up and kiss, the skin of his face below it flushed red and ruddy. His eyes are shut, thick tears popping up at the corners of his waterline.

But, below, is where your attention is drawn. "Oh, small sweetheart."

Tighnari moans, airy and soft, as you push him back to sitting straight up on your cock. He stops, sat perfectly astride your lap with your cock swallowed up to the hilt; your knot is snug between his labia, pressing against his opening, but neither of you are paying attention to it.

No. No, rather, you're watching the ripple of his soft, muscled stomach, and, particularly, the bulge below his navel.

He whines, again, dropping his hand to press into the protrusion. You can feel the pressure at the head of your cock, and Tighnari must, too, feels the way his body gives way for you. "Oh, oh," he murmurs, cries, the tears you thumbed away earlier coming back with a vengeance. Grinding down, pressing harsh against the bulge—it all makes him sob before he collapses into you. "Alpha, my mate, my—my love, please, please—"

"Don't beg, you don't need to beg, sweet boy, sweet omega, my omega," you coo, beginning to grind into him and bringing his hips down to meet yours. Your knot sinks in easy, in and out, popping out noisily before you thrust it back in with each downwards pull. "I'll give you everything."

Sweetness envelops you, stronger than before and all-encompassing—a natural reaction, activated by the orgasm washing over Tighnari in waves and sending you heard-first into your own. Your knot swells, slow, filling him up in only as fast as he can handle, stretching his loose cunt and keeping your cum from leaking out even as you keep on filling him, bulging his navel.

"'Nari," you murmur, enraptured, nuzzling at his throat as he falls into you. He puts his hands back on your shoulders, holding you tight, and you finally get the opportunity, now, to press against the bulge in his stomach. Feeling it beneath your own hand is entirely different—you feel your own palm, you feel the press into your own cock.

Overstimulated, Tighnari whines, trying to jerk away from the touch but only serving to jostle your knot and cock and cum all muddled up deep. "Easy, now; don't hurt yourself."

"'m not gonna," he whispers and he settles down on you more comfortably. His cunt gentle milks you, an unconscious thing, and another purr starts in his chest. Your own purr mirrors it, a pretty melody and scent all in one, the two of you so intermingled in every possible way.

You know you'll have to pull out, clean up—later. Right now, you're perfectly content rubbing your mate's back, caring for him like a good alpha ought to.

Though he may smell sweet on his own, he smells perfect, now, mingled wholly with you.

i blacked out writing this, so i apologize for any mistakes, and for how long this sat in my inbox . . . this was so much fun (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) sweet and loving abo my beloved !

7 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

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another-lost-mc · 10 months

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Imagine wearing more and more revealing clothing each time you visit Levi's room for a gaming sesh. Too embarrassed to say anything but in your actions screaming "I AM SO INTO YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING"

A/N: That's how my MC would try to get his attention. Too shy to be direct and, y'know, use words, but brave enough to try and coax him to make the first move.

LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader, 0.7k words, NSFW/MDNI.

Warnings: masturbation; suggestive but not super explicit content.

Oh, he definitely notices when you start wearing different clothes around him. He didn't think this was your typical style and he's not sure what to make of it now. He's too embarrassed to ask about it in case you think he's a creep for noticing, so he tries to ignore it—badly.

He's more flustered than usual, rubbing his clammy hands on his jeans between matches because the sweat on his palms makes it hard to grip the controller. The first day you walked into his room, showing a teensy-bit more skin than usual, his eyes naturally gravitated to the teasing glimpses of bare skin you exposed. It probably wasn't even on purpose, either—it just happens when you lift your arms in a stretch, or when you bend over and your new pants rest lower on your hips.

Sometimes he's close enough to feel you shiver on the sofa beside him, and he hands you a hoodie to borrow. You know, to cover up in case you're chilly. He doesn't understand that it's his proximity and your desire for him that makes you tremble with pent-up frustrations, and not the cool temperature of his room.

The more lovely, touchable skin you show him, the more nervous he becomes. It's too good to be true, it's his imagination running wild, he's played too many dating sims—those are his excuses when he tries to convince himself you're not doing this on purpose. And even if you were—and to him, that's a gigantic if—why would you want him of all demons?!

But he doesn't realize that you're just as nervous as he is, anxiously waiting for him to get a clue and show some initiative and do something. You scoot closer to him until the outside of your bare naked, smooth, squishy thigh presses against his. He can't feel you through his jeans, but just knowing you're so close to him is almost enough to send him reeling. His traitorous mind wonders if you can feel when the rough denim scratches against you so lightly whenever he shifts in his seat, or when his leg starts to bounce with nervousness or anticipation.

He wonders why you don't give up and move away, because he's still convinced that you wanting him is a mistake.

You wonder what he's waiting for, because you know he stares at you when he thinks you're not looking, and he fidgets with his hands when you think he might finally reach out and touch you instead.

It feels like you're at a stalemate. You can't possibly wear any less clothing unless you want to parade into his room in your underwear or completely naked. Even then, you're positive he'll find some ridiculous way to logic himself out of the very obvious truth: you're offering yourself to him on a platter, and all he needs to do is reach out and help himself to a little taste.

This evening's gaming session ends like all the rest these days: Levi vibrating in his seat while his eyes dart around the room and look at everything but you, while you sit next to him on the couch wearing shorts that are a bit too tight and a crop top that is more decorative than functional.

You think about pursuing the nuclear option—asking Asmo for advice—when you realize you left your D.D.D. on the sofa in Levi's room. You've only been gone a few minutes so it doesn't even occur to you to knock when you get there, but your hand pauses on the door handle when you hear—well, something unusual. It's not the TV and he's not on his headset either.

Your hand claps over your mouth to muffle your gasp when you recognize the rhythmic, wet sound of skin-on-skin, and if you press your ear against the door you can hear his quiet whines and groans too. The sofa springs are creaking too so he must be on the couch, thrusting his hips desperately into his fist while he bites his lip, trying to stifle the moan that sounds suspiciously like your name.

You were waiting for him to make a move, and this is probably as good as it's going to get. You take a deep breath before letting yourself inside, closing and locking the door behind you.

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neet-elite · 25 days

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↳ EVENT 13. Sebastian & Sam (Hypnosis & Dumbification)

Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader / Sam Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 3,004 Warnings: hypnosis, dubcon, dumbification, strip tease, degradation, masturbation, squirting, truly degen behaviour like... gooning levels of degen. maybe. im worried that it's not now LOL. it's the most goon i've ever done before anyway :D Prompt(s): 14 — hypnosis + 15 — dumbification Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: the boys are back at it again </3 what will they get up to this time? well, if you read the title n warnings then you'd know hehe... this was so fun to explore tho tysm for taking part in the event MWAH!!

As you start to peel off your surely sticky panties, skirt flipped up and pinned to your tummy for their viewing pleasure, Sam's barked laughter earlier rings in his ears. You're lying, he'd said. There's no fucking way, he'd claimed. And yet, as he tilts his head to the side to gloat about just how wrong his best friend truly was, he's met only with wide eyes and an open mouth in shock.

Well, that and the growing bulge in Sam's pants.

See, Sebastian thinks to himself, too afraid to speak his dirty mind out loud in fear of disrupting the spell he currently has on you. I told ya so he attempts to communicate to Sam telepathically, eager to rub you in his besties face. A tent forming in his own tight jeans at the mere sound of your sinful shuffles of clothes, a lewd reminder of why he's gathered you both in his house tonight. You let out a sigh of relief, ringing his gaze back to you like a siren call, a soft smile on his lips at the way your eye glaze over his own. How fucking empty they look, a perfect match for your dumb little brain, right pretty girl? He wants more than anything to show Sam what a good girl you can be for him, make good on his promise to him that you'd listen well, and that you'd put on a good show. And so far, you've got his cock aching. Sam seems to be feeling much the same, given the fact that Sebastian can see him shift around uncomfortably through the corner of his eye.

Probably because you look so pretty undressing, not a single thought behind those glassy eyes, a perfect little doll for him them to play with— just like he'd said to Sam, catching him bouncing his leg beside him. Only, Sebastian knows it's not a nervous bounce. Far from it, actually. Rather, something more akin to frustration, right? Like, God, you're so fucking sexy, y'know that? Stepping out from your see through underwear, globs of slick just drooling from your exposed cunt, tacky on your thighs for the light to shine against. Pretty, from the way you move your body, slow and sluggish thanks to the hypnosis spell Sebastian has unknowingly forced you to endure, as if you were sin incarnate. Softly swaying your hips in a seductive manner for your two man show, all that's missing is the showgirl smile he so often compliments you on.

But don't you think that the dumb drooling expression you now wear suits you just as well? Makes his cock all twitchy, throbbing in his pants when you drag your nails up your hips, further to your tummy— fuck, the way you shiver into your lewd touch is so fucking cute— continuing all the way until you reach under your shirt and you start to toy with the hem of the fabric just to tease your audience some more.

"Good at it, ain't she?" He speaks up, though doesn't dare take his eyes off you for a single second, tongue poking out to wet his lips in concentration. And when he neglects to immediately receive a reply from Sam, he continues. "Every night."

What he's alluding to is obvious, slouching in his computer chair like some sort of sleaze, open palm flat against his growing erection as you continue to slowly strip for them; an every night occurrence for him. And yet, though he's seen this sight plenty times before now, whispering sweet nothings down your ear to leave you dumb and vulnerable under his hypnosis, he still can't quite get over the sight of your shirt getting lifted. How your tummy stretches with your movements, how cute you are and how much he wants to kiss all over your abdomen. The pretty bra he bought you to wear in preparation for tonight looks good on you too, a soft gasp escaping him when that too drops to the floor with the rest of your clothing.

All that's left is your skirt, too short to be worn outside; he'd fucking kill you if you did that. But bought specifically for tonight, his tummy filled with lust seeking butterflies at the memory of helping your stupid numb legs hook through them properly in time before Sam arrived for the evening.

"Still can't believe it..." Sam finally half laughs, though his tone bares more resemblance to serious concern than anything more light-hearted. "Got your own private stripper, insane."

And Sebastian supposes it is, his own secret little slut, coaxed into stripping for him under more than dubious consent. It's something he learned from the old coot in that even older tower, a gift or something. And for a while he didn't really have any use for the magic words, holding onto them for some imaginary perfect moment.

But all it really took to eventually convince him to use the spell on you was a horny night. Cock deep in your cunt, drooling over your pretty tits, huffing from how fast he was thrusting into you, the bed under him creaking ridiculously against the old wood floorboards of his room. But he wanted more. Wanted to fuck you so well that your brain switched off and he could really enjoy you, y'know? Leaning down to reach your ear, whispering those prized words he'll take to his grave. And almost immediately he witnessed something switch in you. Brainless, much like how you are now. Mind-fucked stupid on his fat cock, a dumb pretty girl for him to use and abuse as much as he'd like. Sure, maybe he should have asked before hypnotising you like that; but fuck, can you blame him from doing it again and again when you become the perfect little fuck toy for him every single night? It's so fucking addictive to him, unzipping his pants to let his drooling cock free, wincing a little as he lifts his hoodie enough to let the tip slap against his tensed tummy. String of precum connecting, like the one between your legs.

"Wow," He hears Sam sigh, a brief clearing of his throat, followed by: "Just like that?"

Sam eyes up his cock, and Sebastian shakes it a few times at him as some form of response. Tugging on the tip and relaxing into the feeling by shifting his weight further down the chair to fully enjoy your show. "Whenever y'want, really." He answers simply before returning his full attention to you and the way you slither your skirt down, hypnotised himself by the way you swing your hips from side to side like a practiced dancer. You look so pretty in it, all dolled up just for him and Sam. But when the fabric drops and you're stark naked in the middle of his basement room, he thinks you might look even better like that. His cock quickly agreeing with a fat bead of precum dripping over his fingers, convincing him to start pumping at his full length absentmindedly. Just an easy up and down, there's plenty time left of your show tonight, isn't there? And he wants to enjoy you, wring you out for every drop of slick your angel cunt wants to offer him and his best friend.

Because while this night might have started as a way for him to prove himself an honest man, showing Sam instead of telling him all about your night time activities; it's also just fun to show you off in such a dirty way. To have someone else drooling over you, right? So pretty, it's obvious that Sam thinks so too when he hears the unbuckling of his belt and the swift thud of jeans dropping to ankles.

But he can't tear his eyes off of you, barely stroking his own cock to the sight of you getting on all fours like he's made you practice before, but the sliver of drool that drips down your pretty pouty lips as you start to crawl closer to him is so fucking hot, has his skin all tingly under your mindless gaze.

"Stop." He commands of you when you get close enough, tummy flipping with adoration when you perfectly adhere to his instructions, the gasp Sam lets out in return for your obedience filling him with pride. "Sit and lean back, 'kay?"

His eyes narrow on you as you shakily get into position, catching the way your thighs tremble when you spread them like you were taught to. And oh the sight you grace him with, pretty little slit glistening in the light, your bottom lip quivering before him as he eye fucks you up and down. It doesn't help that Sam gives you a hearty wolf whistle too, soon accompanied by a fast, wet, fap! sound.

Well, isn't that so nice of him? Look, he's showing you how much he likes you, baby. Sebastian figures he might as well join in, throat dry at how wet you are already, voice almost lost on him as he starts to jerk off right in front of you with Sam. So fucking hot considering how utterly debauched the whole scene is. Just two friends, masturbating openly and fervently to you, you who is currently hypnotised and has no fucking idea what's going on, what you're doing to yourself. Dumb, stupid, braindead little you. Nothing more than a mere toy for them in the moment, a life sized doll for them to play with. Talking about you as if you weren't really there, and Sebastian laughs inwardly at the thought that that's partially true— there's no one home right now in your head, is there? Less of a human being with autonomy and more like walking holes begging to be used.

Speaking of holes; "Touch yourself for us, would you?" He implores you, and of course you follow orders.

Atta girl, his chest tight with all the love and affection he regards you with when you dip your hand down between your legs, eyes boring back into his until you brush a pad up your slit, and the way your lashes flutter shut into the too sensitive touch has his cock leaking some more for you, fist wrapping tighter around the fat of his length to really provide some friction, satisfied sighs crawling up his throat when you immediately take to circling your pretty little clit the moment you remember it's there.

Confidence courses through him, the metaphorical ringleader of tonight as you heed his words immediately, just like how a good girl should. Deep down he knows that you'd abide by his word in private just like how you are now, but would you be comfortable enough to have Sam watch too? Would you let loose as instantly as you have right now without the hypnotism? Your fingers sticky with slick, coating your hand and thighs with how much of it gushes out of you, the hand on his cock stroking in time with your movements as you dip down to gather more wetness between your digits only to rub them sloppily against your clit again.

God he wants a taste. Wants to clean you up himself, stick his pulsing tip between your gushy folds and hump himself silly until he's as fucked stupid as you are. A mess of fluids, a pile of limbs, gasping and grasping and tugging and pulling and fuck he loves you. Loves it when you don't have the capacity to think for yourself, waiting on his next instructions like a dog on a leash. Do you even understand how good that makes him feel? Cock rock hard and heavy in his pervert palm, squeezing at the base a few times to stave off his fast approaching orgasm just because you're listening to him?

"Shit— Tell 'er— fuck," Sam struggles with his words, and a brief—really brief, a mere few seconds—look over at him has Sebastian choking on air. One hand carding through his hair, the other pumping furiously at his cock. Sam looks so pretty too, he thinks. Inviting him was a good idea after all, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in horny frustration. You win his attention span in the end, a whispered moan catching his focus as his head snaps back to you, eagerly awaiting Sam's request. A request, not a demand. Not like how Sebastian orders you around like you're performing party tricks. Good boy, he knows his place.

He understands Sam, though. The breathlessness, the strained muscles, arm taut with the amount of resistance it takes not to fucking pounce you when you're in such an exposed state, soft and pliable and fuckable on the floor, presenting yourself to their hungry mouths and throbbing cocks simply because he said so. Isn't that so fucking hot? He gets it, because he feels the exact same way as his friend does. Desperate.

"Tell 'er to— y'know, keep goin' an'— fuck, please."

Yeah. Yeah, yeah yeah. Too busy fucking his fist to the self indulgent thoughts he has about you, a little more show couldn't hurt, right? Why not go all the way when you can't fight back, idly thumbing away at his slit to help ease off the pent up tension in his core, the tight feeling in his balls simply from looking at you enjoying yourself. Pretty girl, doesn't it feel nice to not think for a while? Bet you wanna go a lil further yourself too, right? Pretty girls like you always wanna have all the attention, right? Well go on;

"Wanna watch you finger yourself—" He groans, panting for air the moment you dip a single finger into your sopping cunt, soaked little hole swallowing it up with such ease that he can only imagine how it'd feel to sink his cock in there. Get him all coated in your sticky slick, shit. He can't believe he's jealous of your fingers.

But watching you pleasure yourself is fun enough, allowing him full freedom of movement to hump his hips up a little, fucking into his hand as if it were your cunt instead. Pretending that it's his cock that's making you moan like that, that it's him that's making your back arch when you bury your hand knuckle deep in your hole, cunt oozing around your finger until you add another one. The cute scrunched up expression you wear when you start curling against that spot— it's too much. You're too much for him, especially when you start lifting your hips up in a seeking of more, a silent beg of: touch me! touch me! fuck me!

And he wants to comply, wants to crawl over to you and sink so deep into your pretty slit, slobber all over your tits like a bitch in heat. And he's sure Sam wants to do just the same, how hard it is for his friend to breathe, all rushed gasps and choked sighs. The chair under him squeaking with how fast he jerks off, Sebastian too ending up making a lot of noise from how hard he thrusts into his fist. He just wants to fuck you, okay? Doesn't care about how embarrassing his movements might be, literally fucking the air while you finger fuck yourself, there's pleasure to be had in making himself wait for it. Let you fuck yourself open first, and then he'll indulge himself. Maybe he'll even let Sam have a shot of you too, cause from the greedy moans that sound beside him, he thinks Sam might be struggling just as much as he is right now.

By the time a minute has passed of your cunt getting stretched by your dumb fingers, he can notice you shake. The barely there tremble of someone who's close, right? It's so cute, the way you mumble for him. How you can't even form a single coherent sentence, and the fact that he's not sure if that's due to the hypnotism or because you've fucked yourself so well that you can no longer speak, either option causes the knot in his core to tighten. An intrinsic need— not a want. One more thrust of your fingers inside and it snaps with you, a chain reaction effect. Your cunt, squirting at him, a muffled sob of a moan that he wants to fuck outta you again and again in the near future, fluids spurting out towards him as you pump in an out of your pretty hole and staining the floor all slippery. Silly girl, did you not know that you could do that? The look of shock on your face is so good, he wants a picture of it. And oh how pretty you are when you shake, convulsed on the floor when you don't stop rubbing and stroking your abused insides, milking yourself for his own selfish pleasure when he cums soon after. Fat strings shot your way, landing with thick splats on the wood below him to mix with your squirt. Gross, isn't it? How the fact that such degenerate behaviour only turns him on more, has him standing up and proudly thrusting his cumming cock your way as a reward for making him feel so good. And Sam, last but not least. Cursing under his breath as he at least tries to cum into his hand, but your performance has unfortunately turned him on too much, and puddles of it form below him, seeping through his fingers as you buck and moan all pretty like that.

But before he can catch his breath enough to tell you to stop, conscious of the fact that you're awaiting a command, he finds himself instead walking towards you. Cum glazed cock in hand, chest heaving, steps heavy.

"Lay down." He mutters, kneeling down with you to line his tip up to your twitching hole. "Spread your cunt for me."

Sam, huffing behind him, scrambles to arrive at his front row seat to your demise.

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half-oz-eddie · 5 months

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Billy's been living with the Byers-Hopper family for almost 4 months. He still isn't very receptive to Joyce or Jim's gentler parenting methods, nor does he understand why Will and El keep bugging him to play as if he's some super fun guy to be around.

Jonathan doesn't bother him too much. Sometimes they smoke weed together and run errands together, but they don't exactly hang out and that's fine with Billy.

On Christmas morning, he wasn't expecting much. He thought he'd sit in the corner and watch everyone else open gifts while he was excluded, because that was what he was used to.

But it didn't go that way. Joyce invited Steve over for Hot Chocolate and presents, which, to Billy's surprise, he received many of. Steve bought him a new watch, El made him an ashtray, Will drew a poster for his bedroom, and Joyce and Jim...well, they gave him a big red box with a bow on it.

Billy slowly opened the box, his brows furrowing at the little shaking furball inside.

"A puppy?" He chuckled. "You got me a puppy?"

"He's a rescue from the animal shelter." Joyce smiled. "And you know what? His name's Billy too! It's almost like fate!"

Billy didn't hate dogs, but he didn't really care about having one very much either. "Gotta admit, you're pretty cute, though." He smirked at the puppy. "Guess you're mine, now."

2 days after Billy got little Billy, he caught him chewing on his shoes and he shouted at him.

"No! Don't chew on my shoes! The hell's the matter with you?"

The puppy cowered in a corner, whimpering and Billy sighed, remembering how frightened he was when he would get yelled at.

"Shit. I'm sorry. You're just a puppy, you probably don't know any better." He sighed, kneeling down and reaching out a gentle hand for little Billy. "Look, pup, you can't chew on shoes, alright? Bad." He pointed to the shoe. "Not food. No."

Little Billy cocked his head to the side, then peed on the floor.

"Jesus Christ." He whispered to himself. "Listen. You can't piss on my floor, and you can't chew my stuff, alright? We can't share space like this if you're gonna tear up my stuff." He lifted little Billy and brought him to the newspaper on the floor. "Pee here." He pointed to the wet spot on the floor. "No. Bad. Not for peeing."

Eventually, Little Billy understood to pee on the paper and not on the floor. Billy tried to take him out for walks, but little Billy refused to go outside.

"I don't like leaving the room much either, pup. But you can't be afraid of what's out there, okay? How about I carry you?" Billy offered, putting his arms out for the puppy.

Little Billy jumped into his arms and Billy zipped him up into his jacket. "Let's go."

Billy took little Billy outside and showed him the neighborhood. "That's a tree. You can piss on as many of those as you want. If you pee on it, it's yours. Sounds good, right? And that's a car. I have one of those. I'll let you ride in mine when you stop pissing everywhere, deal? And that's...that's Steve."

"Don't you 2 look cozy?" Steve smiled as he approached.

"Yeah, he was too scared to walk around on his own. He's pretty jumpy. I think he was abused in his old home."

"Probably, yeah."

"I yelled at him this morning and he got scared. Made me feel like shit. I remember getting yelled at like that when I was little. I'm trying to be nicer so I don't scare him."

"That's really sweet of you, babe. You're such a good guy."

"I don't wanna be like him—Y'know...my dad. I wanna be different."

"You are. I don't think Neil would have a puppy tucked into his jacket like a proud father swaddling a baby, would he?"

Billy laughed. "Probably not."

"You two are a perfect match."

"Why's that? Because I was an abused rescue too?"

"Well—No. You're a hero. Little Billy needed a hero too."

Billy smiled. "Let's go back home. I'll get us all some lunch."

#abuse mention #adopted billy #ivy.doc #merry crisis #caliscoops.doc #caliscoops

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honeybeewritings · 1 year

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it's okay little love[r.l.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxiety about regressing, trying to stop the regression process, remmy being the sweetest caregiver(even if you didn't ask)

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!remus lupin x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 732 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you try not to regress all day but everything keeps making you feel small. good thing remmy knows what to do.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for all my babies who are scared of telling their s/o they regress. it's okay to be scared but i bet they'll still adore you.

requested by anon: friendly reminder that requests are open

also, i've been having a lot of nsfw blogs follow me so dni if nsfw: this is a safe space for all kiddos

you and remus have been going out for a bit. not long but it was long enough that he knew which shops in diagon alley that you liked most.

or so he thought.

he had no idea you were an age regressor and you planned on keeping it that way. he was the sweetest, you knew that, but the thought of him knowing terrified you. you've had more than you fair share of meanies.

you were comfortably walking around diagon alley, holding your boyfriends hand, when you noticed a new shop. you looked closer and it was a toy store.

oh no.

you squeezed remmy's hand and tried not to bite your nails or nervously scratch your arms.

"y' alrigh' love?" remmy asked, squeezing your hand back. you just nodded and walked a little bit faster past the shop, remus matching your pace.

you slowed down and let out a breath. remus looked at you as if to ask "you sure you're okay?" to which you just nodded again.

"i'm fine remus. just saw... um, someone from school. just didn't wanna run into them is all," you lied.

he looked at you questioningly but let it go.

but once you saw the toy store it seemed everything was going to trigger your regression.

"i... need to use the toilet." you told remus, letting go of his hand. "i'll be back."

remus nodded and smiled. "alright. i have a store to go to that i'm not sure you'll like. i'll do that and be right back."

you smiled at your boyfriend and went to the bathroom, trying to keep yourself big. big kid thoughts. like taxes.

you came out after a few minutes and remus was outside, as he said he would be, with a paper bag in his hand.

"what'cha got there?" you asked. even though he said you wouldn't like the store you were still curious.

"nothing darling. how about some ice cream?" he suggested. "it's the best ice cream in london darling." he said excitedly. "just a scoop then we'll go back t'mine yeah?"

you smiled at his excitement and nodded in agreement. "alright. i can go for some ice cream." you agreed.

you and remus got your ice creams from florean fortescue and made your way back to his house. you two took the tube in london, taking it as far as you were allowed, and walked the rest of the way to his house in the country.

it wasn't too terrible a trip but you nervously tried to stop yourself from regressing. you were quieter than usual and remus noticed.

he draped an arm over your shoulders and squeezed your arm a bit. you're safe with me.

his parents weren't home, for which you were grateful, and you sat on his bed with him.

"y'know..." he started slowly. "i got you something while we were in diagon alley.

you were confused because he didn't say anything. "oh, remus... i didn't get you anything."

he shook his head and handed you the paper bag. "don't worry about that. i just... um... i think you should open it." he nodded toward the bag.

he seemed nervous about your reaction as you opened it. you kept an eye on remus as you opened the back and gasped at the stuffie remus bought for you.

it was the softest little niffler plush, as well as the cutest. "i love it remmy!" you squealed, nearly tackling your boyfriend to the ground.

"you gonna name it?" he asked. oh he knew what he was doing now... and you absolutely loved it!

you sat back on his bed and shrugged. "mmm, i dunno. wet's name 'im together." you smiled. remus sat next to you and draped an arm across your shoulders.

"hm..." remus tapped a finger against his chin in mock thought. "well, let's think. what are some of your absolute favorite things in the whole world?"

you made a face. "in da whole wide worl'?" you asked, to which remmy nodded. "wet's name 'im... remmy."

"remmy sounds like a good name, i like it."

"it's yours silly goose!" you giggled.

"mine?" he asked. "why, i've never heard it."

"silly goose."

"just know, it's okay little love. i still love you."

your little lip wobbled and you squeezed remus as hard as you could. "tanks 'emmy. luv u so so mush."

"i love you too."

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onboardsorasora · 10 months

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So excited that I finally found a way to participate in the Summer of Cum goodness!! Also! Moar Tennis AU!!

Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 12

Part 11 - Summer of Cum 2023 - Day 26 Come Marking

"Fuckfuckfuck!" Daniel cried out, hoarse. From his exuberant scream at the end of the match, and the endless media…and from the onslaught of pleasure Max had been subjecting him to since he stepped through the threshold of the apartment.

He was happy, overjoyed and oversensitive. But the way Max was fingering him so perfectly, he knew he wasn't going anywhere until his dick unloaded itself again.

Max was sucking him off as if it was his job, swallowing down Daniel's length and swirling his tongue around the shaft, pressing solidly along the veiny underside. Daniel distantly praised Max's multitasking ability because the fingers fucking into him wetly and nailing his prostate were doing the Lord's work.

Daniel'd already come once; Max had honest to God yanked him into the apartment, pressed him against the door and swallowed his dick. The tennis pro had come not even ten minutes later. The combination of euphoria from his win, excitement that Max saw him win and then Max on his knees was just too much stimulation.

Max; his beautiful, incredibly sexy Max, had swallowed with a moan and then smirked up at his bleary eyed boyfriend. His red lips, swollen and more pronounced. Daniel had stroked his favoured freckle, smearing away the stray some that had hid it from his gaze.

Max had sucked Daniel's fingers into his mouth, maintaining eye contact while he slowly stroked Daniel's softening cock. Daniel opened his mouth to apologize but Max cut him off,

"Can you go again?"

"Probably, if you like give me a minute."

"What if I finger you?" Max eyed him innocently and Daniel's eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Oh fuck." He whispered in reply. Max felt when his dick gave a twitch.

Easing himself to his feet, Max pulled Daniel along behind him through the living room to the main bedroom. They stripped quickly, clinging to each other.

"I'm proud of you, y'know?" He'd whispered in Daniel's ear before he licked the appendage.

"Yeah?" Daniel shuddered out, tilting his head for more.

"You look so fucking hot when you're focused. I almost fisted myself right then and there."

"Fuuh-" Daniel trailed off before making a grunting sound as Max pushed him to lay back on the bed.

"Your legs must be so tired, don't worry I'll take care of you." Was all Max offered before the only thing Daniel knew was the wet slide of his tongue everywhere.

Max groaned a wordless noise as he thrust into the tight heat of Daniel's body. His head lolled forward, almost resting against his boyfriend's panting sternum. No matter how many times they did this, it always made him feel insane with want.

They were connected, he was in Daniel as far as he could go, but he still wanted more. Needed it.

Hooking tired legs over his elbows, Max fucked into him deep. Daniel was a writhing mess beneath him, his eyes were squeezed shut. His back was arched and Max felt all of the uncontrollable twitching of his legs with every slide home.

"Max Maax." Daniel trembled into the night, cleaning out what was left of his voice. Fucking Daniel was a sensory treat and Max drank up every bit.

Dropping one leg, Max gripped and stroked Daniel's leaking length, smirking at the accompanying clench on his own dick. Daniel was babbling nonsense now, a sure sign that his second orgasm was close.

Daniel came with a cry, and a curse. Squeezing Max's dick deliciously as he spurted against his own chest and chin. Max pulled out quickly stroking himself the rest of the way to come with a groan over Daniel's chest as well, mixing their loads messily.

Daniel smiled at him tiredly from his spot on the bed, unable to move if he tried. Max smiled back, swirling his finger idly in their mess. Daniel watched him softly, as he coated his fingers and smeared their come along the ink on his thigh, first the envelope then the sailboat. Max's blue eyes glittered as the ink glistened darker like always.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis player!dan #tennis!dan #tennis au #summerofcum2023

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choctalksalot · 8 months

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If Jake is based on archetype of Strong Female Character then I think he should get Evil Woman arc. Let him snap and go bananas. Sburb is his stage and he is gonna became a star, and break fourth wall and if needed all the walls. I just really want Jake to go batshit. And then better but first batshit. And fight with crockertier! Jane because I think it would help them both to have a proper scream match and some stabbing or two.

admission: i have let this ask stew in my drafts for months because i had exams, and also because i needed to fully process everything in this singular paragraph because it threw a wrench in my jello sack processor

so, in short:

thank you for this ask anon holy shit i love getting asks about this stuff i am full of words about it !! that being said

I AM QUESTIONING THE CLASSIFICATION OF HIM AS STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER. I AM SO VERY QUESTIONING IT

that statement triggered a fucking. sleeper agent in my brain because i disagree so hard so so hard, oh my god i'm. okay technically it's a half disagree. sliver of agreement in there but it's for a very specific scenario that I need TIME to explain (which i now have so Buckle Up)

if you want my aabsolute shortest shorty short response to this ask it's yes, i think jake deserves to go batshit insane, i would like nothing more than to see him be a petty deranged bitch. king shit honestly!! But Not In That Way Slash Manner. okay now WORDS

so, we have the idolization/I Know What You Are he has with lara croft. we have all his big talk about being an adventurer, we have fisticuffs and guns and sparring with a bot, but, as many posts before this have pointed out in much more depth than i can attempt to surmise, jake is not that. motherfucker is a coward, avoids conflict like the plague and plays up an oblivious front to dodge responsibility (god i still can't read the jane confession scene without screaming look at that fucking LIAR)!! a defining aspect of jake's character is his continuous lack of agency throughout the comic too, which is a rabbit hole i'm not going down for the sake of my sanity and your patience [:

point is, in the words of a shitton of other people: he's a hapless bimbo archetype, or at least attempts to embody it!!!!

he wants to be a strong female character, makes an idol out of an example of them (lara), but in the end the narrative itself bends backwards to call him pathetic. point and laugh at the moron in the piss coloured underpants. something something, yet another case of lost potential

there are specific circumstances under which jake does hit as a strong female character. that's getting old i'm gonna shorten that to sfc now. big thanks to tony crazyexdirkfriend for this perspective because the one angle where i can read jake as an sfc is from an extremely meta perspective, in reference to how he's built up to be someone with a lot of importance/skill/competence, while in reality his agency is pretty much moot. it's an empty label, all his "strength" is superficial and falls away once you look any deeper than the upper epidermis. that's neat as hell!!!! i don't think that's the take you were going for, but it is an angle i enjoy and appreciate <:

that being said, even with this and any accurate read of jake really, him having an evil woman arc will have to take place in a specific set of circumstances methinks,, like mfer is probably actively performing an insanity act for Some Reason, an angry tired jake is more likely to revert to sopping wet bawling retreat anger than anything else. letting him snap and go bananas will only work if you character arc his ass enough to change a fundamental part of him!!! and a crockertier scream match is more in jane's favour for. y'know all the years of being a vent box for him. which i don't think is accessible on a count of, y'know, Literal Mind Control

i am the no.2 supporter on the Let Jake Be Batshit train (only second because i know at least four people who'd tie for first) but i don't think he'd seek out attention from beyond the 4th wall. because he can't handle the pressure of being perceived. no walls have ever needed to be broken for jake english to be a star - he's always been performing!! for the people around him, for the narrative, to be the oblivious himbo that never meant to do any wrong. the core of jake english and what drives him to extremes has always been to be liked, and to be safe. maybe those two things are the same to him. it gets suffocating, y'know? and when something gets too much, jake does what he's always done: he runs.

so yeah, no, i don't think so. do let him be a catty bitch tho!! he deserves that [:

#choc talks #homestuck #hom3stuck #homestuck meta #jake english #dear god what have i done #most of this is nigh incoherent to me but eeehhhh fuck i need to get this out #hbluh

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rozestears · 1 year

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hello ^^ may i request nsfw kaoru x fem reader where the reader is a gamer and she’s not paying attention to kaoru while playing a game with her friends on call and kaoru gets jealous and tries to win her attention back by eating her out and once she gives him attention kaoru fucks the reader while shes still trying to continue to the game but then can’t because of kaoru fucking her? thank you so much! sorry if it’s too long ( ´Д`)y━･~~

SUMMARY: Focusing on something that isn't Kaoru? How unacceptable! He'll teach you a lesson for that. Just watch, how everything shall unfold!

Hakaze Kaoru x Gn!Reader WC: 884

CWs: oral, dirty talk, earth shattering head

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. By clicking on read more you are agreeing to sensitive topics or nsfw in general. If you feel uncomfortable by the content warnings, do not proceed.

"Yeah, good game guys~" You softly said into your special light-up headphone's mic. Kaoru, your boyfriend behind you rolled his eyes.

He's jealous you won't talk to him since you're so busy with a match you were playing, so eager to win. He watch you move your hands swiftly on your controller, staring at your screen so focused! Kaoru had enough for once. He stood up and tapped on your shoulder lightly.

You brushed his hands and turned your head to him for a short amount of time, you asked him what's wrong? He said you should've been winning his heart instead of your game. You rolled your eyes at him and clicked your tongue. You said you'll be done in a bit, so he should just sit still for a little longer.

You shook your head and your expression changed quickly. You started to smile again and spoke into the mic. "Yeah, yeah everything's all good! Just a little something with my boyfriend." You explained before getting a kill. Kaoru on the other end was sitting down on your bed, his hands crossed and he had a pout pasted on his face.

As time and rounds passed by, you and your friends seemingly didn't come to a close end on this game for tonight. Kaoru was getting too damn impatient. Every time he would get your attention you would tell him off to give you a bit more time. I mean, he probably just wanted to flirt with you and play with you, no? No.

But well, maybe a relation to that.

He had a "brilliant" idea to get your attention back to him. Even maybe if it's just a bit of time of you noticing him.

He walked up to you and held your shoulders lightly, then started to softly massage them. You asked him what's with it all of a sudden? "Oh, I just wanted to give my suu~per amazing girlfriend some "relief" from her game, y'know?" He said in a rather flirty tone.

Well, it did feel nice.

You used your hand to place it above his for a bit during the game's intermission, and rubbed it slightly. That caused Kaoru to go a bit insane. These little things are what gets him all riled up. Before going back to your game, you asked him for a kiss. It turned to a make-out session, real quickly.

He held the behind of your head and used his tongue on yours, sucking on it lightly.

"Hey, you still there?" You heard from your headphones.

You pulled away from Kaoru to get back to it, you said everything was fine... Just had to attend something important real quick.

Kaoru then pulled your gaming chair out a bit from your desk, and went underneath it to you. He spread your legs apart a bit, and started to rub your crotch. You let out a soft mewl. Your friends were laughing, why'd you do that?

You scolded Kaoru that now wasn't the right time. But he only winked and continued. He removed your shorts and panties along with it, and started to use his fingers to tease your already dripping wet cunt. "Shhh, stop... Not too loud, not right now... We'll be heard!" You told him looking nervous.

"It should be fine. Besides, I think you sound lovely loud." He said in a flirty tone. And I mean, you were quite vocal, yeah? You only blushed at him and slapped his head. He chuckled at what you did and continued. But then Kaoru started to use his mouth. Lightly licking your wetness all up. His face starting to get drenched.

You wrapped your legs around him and he smiled. You were finally accepting his deed. He used his hands to spread you out a little more and once he found a wide enough opening, he put his tongue inside of you. Using your cunt he ate you out. This is what you get for ignoring him.

You moaned and your hands twitched at what he was doing to you. It took you a moment to realize what you did and put your headphones and controller down, and used your hands to push Kaoru's head further in your cunt. His eyes widened, but at the same time he was happy.

You forgot to mute your mic, and you kept moaning and groaning at Kaoru. It's just the way he would lightly kiss your cunt and tell you how good you tasted made him so happy. Seeing you like this made him really happy.

You were at the point of drooling so much at him. Tears started to flow down your cheeks, and you just couldn't help but make such loud lewd noises at him. Kaoru hugged your legs to him keeping you close to him. You squeezed him in between your thighs when you got close.

And then you came on his face. He pulled away from your legs all covered in arousal, cum and drool. He got some on his hair aswell. He smiled at you from down there. He could see your tits above him and your pretty submissive, sweaty face.

"Hey, now how would you explain these noises?" He asked, giggling at the mess he got you in with your friends.

Shit.

#I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT WRITE EARLIER WAH #ensemble stars x reader smut #enstars x reader smut #kaoru hakaze #hakaze kaoru

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thornofthelily · 10 months

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Hi hello !!! I'm here for the prompts thing !! May I suggest: Lasko and Cowoker in a little library date ?? 👁👁

omg that sounds lovely!!! Sorry, the library ended up being not as big a player as I wanted, but I hope you enjoy!

Lasko is nervous. Of course he's nervous. Lasko being nervous is as immutable a fact as water being wet. Or wait, was water actually wet? 'Wetness' is a quality bestowed on other objects by their saturation with water, but can that property be fairly applied to the water itself? Is water, an entity made only of wetness, therefore actually "wet"? Oh, god, now he's overthinking it and he can already feel himself spiraling and he hasn't even left his office yet.

When he tells his date about this, in his usual stumbling, awkward manner, they'll listen patiently like they always do, smile growing wider and fonder in that way that always makes his heart twist with affection, which only makes him more bumbling and talkative until they eventually calm his nerves and reassure him with a jubilant serenity that yes, water is wet, and they would know because they're an expert in water and in wetness, in a voice that makes him blush.

It's not even a formal date, so he doesn't know why he's so nervous. In between their teaching schedule and Lasko juggling duty as a teacher-turned-admin-but-still-sometimes-teacher, they haven't had much time to go out for a real date. Besides, after the disaster that was the pizza date, he had nowhere to go but up. They manage to find a matching gap in their schedules just long enough to visit the DAMN library for a bit of coffee and a chat. Lasko cups both hands around his drink (cappuccino with sugar and caramel) as they sit across from him at one of the many study tables, nursing their chai latte.

"The - the coffee here is quite nice," he says, then mentally kicks himself over such a lame opener.

"Mmm-hmm," they hum in the affirmative. "For just a small coffee stand operated by a single employee in a school library, especially. She does good work."

Lasko drums on the sturdy paper cup with all ten fingers, already out of conversation topics. Fuck. "I, uh, I haven't been in here since I was c-cramming for my Full Certification."

An eyebrow quirks in surprise. "Really? You don't use the library much?"

"N-no, not r-really. I mean, I mainly used the co-copier when I started teaching full-time, but I only did that for-" Wait, no, shit, backtrack, backtrack, don't talk about how you got your new job, don't talk about the promotion, don't talk about the Inversion, that's literally the best way to make this the worst date you've ever had, shit, fuck, shut up shut up shut up - "I-I-I-I mean I u-u-used to use the - the library for... research and - and stuff but I-I mainly teach pretty... pretty simple classes like, well, y'know, DAMN 101 and Introductory Elemental Control and, well, I don't really need research on Air control because, you know, Air Elemental, but s-sometimes need a refresher for Earth Elemental command, or maybe Fire, you know, that kind of thing, and I've never been that good at the Energetics but those are really rare anyway -"

And there it is, that smile, warm and glowing and just a little amused, but not a hint of teasing as he frantically backpedals and works himself into a horrible fluster, but they sit, calm and beautiful and accepting of all his frenetic nonsense, and he crashes his runaway verbal train. "I'm sorr - I mean, shit, I'm, I didn't mean... oh my god, I don't know how you put up with me when I get like this, you're just sitting there so patiently while I'm just tripping all over myself like an idiot -"

They silenced him with a warm palm smoothing over the back of his hand. "Lasko. Hey. Look at me." He met their eyes, cool and clear and calm like a deep pond in a quiet forest. "It's not about putting up with anything. I like you. This - the way you talk, even the parts of you that you seem embarrassed by, your nerves, your feelings, your thoughts - I like all of it. I don't want you to worry about that with me. I love this energy, I love your passion."

Lasko releases the pent-up nerves with a long, slow, controlled exhale. "I... I know. I don't... I don't understand it," he adds with a chuckle, "But... you've made that clear. Thank you."

They grin. "What are you thanking me for, my affection?"

Lasko laughs. "I... I guess? It felt better than saying sorry."

"It is better than apologizing for nothing. You need to be gentler to yourself." Lasko swallows hard, then shifts his hand in theirs, and links their fingers together. Squeezes once. Then panics, yanks his hand back, and starts all over again - "Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't ask, and we're in public and there's students here, I forgot, oh my god they can see us what am I doing -"

They would try to calm him down again, bring him back to center, but they couldn't stop laughing. He's so cute.

#0605018redactedasmr #lily mini fic #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted lasko #lasko is fun to write

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nnateywriting · 4 months

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SNOWPOINT SLOWDANCING

words: 1.4k pairing: reguri , originalshipping, namelessshipping link: ao3 my ko-fi if you enjoyed :D description: red and green are on vacation in snowpoint city, and green decides they should have a little treat.

Reclining back in his chair, Green groaned as his eyes peered outside toward the blankets of snow covering the ground. Going to a climate that reminded him of what he deemed as a 'much lamer time' of his life. He shifts his head a bit to the right, comfortably, and his eyes adjust from the whiteness of the snow onto the figure of his partner. Beside him, Red sat in a seat closer to the window, staring outside while watching two Pachirisu playing in the snow with thoughtful eyes as Green wondered what could be going through his head. In his hands, Red's thumbs grazed against the bill of a long worn-out red and white cap. It didn't take much to assume he was also thinking back to that 'much lamer time'. Maybe renting a cabin in Snowpoint City wasn't an incredible idea in retrospect, but during their extended honeymooning tour around the regions they had reserved Sinnoh for one of the latter regions on their list.

Green didn't like thinking about that period of his life much, but the part after it seemed worth it. After climbing down from the 'lame mountain', Red spent a good while recovering from the climate change and the way the world around him had changed as well. It turned out, in the years Red had been isolated atop Mt. Silver, the world had changed quite a bit and so had the people he knew. The one constant, yet the biggest change of all, was Green. Green, though his initial reunion with Red had been a cocktail of emotions he had kept tightly bottled for years, had welcomed Red back grandly with a punch to the shoulder and a very warm hug followed by a very wet face from crying. However if anyone had asked back then, Green would tell them he simply punched Red.

That time felt very distant compared to now and the matching rings adorn their fingers; the golden bands bridging in the middle to cradle the prongs of amethyst stones, a gallery rail hoisting the beautiful stone. Green wore it proudly, flaunting it as both a testament to his dedication over the years to his favorite hardheaded rival and also because he was simply a proud husband. Despite the years it had been since their marriage, Green still couldn't help himself from fondly staring at his ring and how perfectly it matched with Red's.

"Y'know, I'm pretty hungry." Green finally broke the silence between them, Red breaking his gaze outside and turning his head to face him. "Let's make a cake or something."

Red smiled softly, standing up as Green did. His expression spoke for him: 'Do we even have enough eggs after breakfast?'

Green scoffed. "Of course we do! And you know I'm a baking professional."

Red stretched his hands and Green rolled his eyes preemptively. 'A few lessons in Kalos don't count.'

"Whatever!" Green smiled fondly as he turned away, heading toward the kitcken of their rental cabin. "Hand me some eggs."

Red walked towards the kitchen behind Green, opening the fridge and pulling out the eggs. He also pulled out their little jug of milk as he heard Green rustling through a pile of dishes in a cabinet to find a pan and a bowl.

Red's Pikachu waddled into the room, hopping onto the counter and curling into a comfortable position. In another room, Red and Green had released some of their smaller Pokemon partners inside to sleep, while the larger Pokemon stayed in Pokeballs that were warmly tucked into blankets. They weren't sure if this helped them stay warm, but a Charizard and a Blastoise certainly couldn't fit comfortably inside the house, and Red didn't want to pay for any damages.

Placing the pan onto the counter, Green slung open a pair of cabinets in search of flour, triumphantly slamming the sack onto the counter in a plume of white. Green doesn't have to turn his head to know Red is covered in flour as well. "Geez, Red, I'm sor-" His apology is quickly cut off by the plap of Red's flour-filled hands smearing a handful of flour onto his shirt with a silent satisfaction and a mischeivous smirk.

"Dude! I got this in Alola!" Green pretended to be angry, though he was always thoroughly impressed every time by Red's specific flavor of humor. With a humph, Green scooped a palm's worth of flour and smacked it into Red's chest, watching it plume upwards and into Red's face to add a layer to his coating. Green laughed at Red's unamused stare. "Okay big guy, we gotta clean this up before we get too carried away."

Red nods, turning away with a wide smile on his face. Nobody in all of the world could make him smile like Green could. The two spent a while cleaning up their mess, carefully making sure to pull out the ingredients with a delicacy instead of whamming it into things any further. Mixing the remaining ingredients they needed based off a recipe Green had on his Rotom phone, Red dons a pair of pink oven mitts they had found and slips the pan into the oven. Red makes sure to set the timer before wandering off to find Green. Green stood in the living room area, pushing furniture away from the center of the room a bit in preparation of something.

'What are you doing?' reads Red's expression as his head tilts to the side curiously.

"I found a radio. I think the least you could owe me is a dance after all the trouble I'm going to be going through with a dry cleaner." Green smiled. He found the button to turn the radio on, tuning it to the local Pokemon Music Channel. The current song playing sounded like a slow song. Placing the radio down, Green closed his eyes began to dance alone, his arms extending out to dance with an invisible partner. Cracking one eye open after a few steps, he looked towards Red, as if the prospect of him dancing alone was supposed to make the other jealous.

Red smiles back, signing: 'You look dumb.'

Green rolls his eyes, holding out a hand. " Shut up. Can you just dance with me?"

Red obliges with a small bow, taking his hand and pulling Green closer. With an arm around Green's waist, Red takes the lead swiftly. Green wraps his arm around Red, relishing in each other's warmth as they moved along to the rhythm. The dance, slow and steady, felt very appropriate to describe how the two had come to be together in this intimate way. They were a little slow getting to this point, and yet despite all of the odds they had made it. They both felt vastly different about some places in their relationship together, but both would agree that they wouldn't have changed a single thing. Their dance spans several songs, though their focus is not on the music, but on the feeling of each other.

Suddenly, Red pushes Green away with his fingers still interlocked against Green's own digits, pulling him back with a little twirl. His arm firms itself underneath the lower part of Green's back, slowly lowering him and allow his knees to bend comfortably along with his body into a dipped position. Red closes the new distance with a gentle kiss, holding his husband tightly against him. The kiss parts for only a moment before returning; their kisses gradually soften from a long, unbroken kiss of passion into several little kisses, the final kiss parting with their smiles pressed against each other.

"I love you, Red." Green whispers, his eyes staring into the gentle eyes of his beloved. "I love you so much."

Red opens his mouth to reply, a move that makes Green's heart flutter, but is quickly cut off by the sound of the oven beeping. Clearing his throat, Red carefully adjusts himself and Green back into standing positions. Pulling out the cake, Red places a plate on top, flipping it with the pan into an upside down position. The cake smoothly falls out onto the plate, and Red smugly places it onto the counter.

The two decorate the cake with white icing covering it, and two red and green hearts messily piped onto the top by Green, who made the icing quickly with confectioner sugar, a little dye, and a lot of enthusiasm for piping them.

Taking out a knife, Red cuts two pieces out of the cake and plops them onto plates, taking them into the living room. He sits in his seat by the window once again, but his attention is drawn to Green instead of outside toward the bitter and cold memories of the past.

"I love cake," Green begins, taking his fork and plucking off a little bite-sized piece, "but I love us so much more."

#ao3 fanfic #pokemon fanfic #originalshipping #namelessshipping #reguri #red x blue oak #fanfiction #my writing

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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We're thirsting today? (I mean, I know we are every day, but I didn't yesterday so...)

I'm still thinking about Noe's fem!Asmo. How Asmo should totally be able to shapeshift to be whatever you need him to be, y'know? (That might be going in my personal canon, who's to say? Anyway.) Assuming a female MC...

Just thinking about giving Asmo That Look™ across the table at dinner, then beelining for his room after you finish cleaning up to find him already shifted and waiting for you. And just fucking diving in, fucking him with your tongue until he's an overstimulated mess, whining and moaning and begging to taste himself on your lips and tongue. Seeing how many times you could make him cum with just your tongue before adding in your fingers as well.

And then at breakfast the next morning when everyone is sure that they were your moans they heard through the walls, their eyes bug out when Asmo comes in with an icepack for your jaw and asks if you'd had your fill...

💖💖 @delphi-dreamin

Delphi baby I’m smooching you for this. Fem!Asmo is such a fucking Queen I’d eat him out daily if he asked. I’m gonna be gay under the cut.

Reader (you/your) x Fem!Asmo (I used he/him before and then she/her after the shapeshift but honestly I don’t think he’d be picky)

Asmo always aims to please, he loves to be adventurous and his ability to shapeshift comes in handy for exactly that. When he learns that you have a taste for both cock and pussy he’s in love because he knows how to please and use both.

Asmo always knows exactly when you’re in the mood to eat him out or finger him. You get this look in your eye and you become more assertive at times, other times you become coy and tease him but either way he knows what you want. You flash him a look at the dinner table and his face heats up, he feels the knot forming in his stomach and the heat from your pact mark travels through his body.

He heads straight to his room after dinner, you follow shortly behind ready to have your next meal. Entering the room you find Asmo sprawled out on her bed, her tits pouring out of that gorgeous lace bra she bought just to wear for you, a very obvious wet spot on the matching lace thong, a light blush on her cheeks as she waits for you to devour her. You take your time at first, running your hands up her thighs, brushing lightly across her stomach and making your way up to her face. She whines under your touch, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

You place a chaste kiss on her lips before dropping down between her thighs, you bite her inner thigh gently and listen to the choked moan she lets out. That lace thong is too beautiful (and expensive) to rip no matter how badly you want to so you gently remove it, watching the strand of slick that follows, that’s the last gentle thing you do all night.

Once her pussy is exposed, already wet and ready to be fucked, you waste no time diving in with fast licks between her folds. You make sure to hit every spot that drives her wild, tongue reaching deep to hit her sweet spot and then pulling back to give quick kitten licks to her clit.

Asmo’s in love every fucking time, her legs shake and her hands grab at the back of your head, desperately trying to to pull you in closer or grind against your mouth. She chants your name like a prayer, eyes glossing over and rolling back in her head each time you flick your tongue just the right way. She can’t help but slip a hand under her bra to pull at her sensitive nipples, eventually removing the bra and trying to pull your hand up to replace her own.

Asmo arches her back and let’s out a moan that belongs in hentai when she cums, you can’t help but feel proud knowing how good you make her feel, so you keep going. You lick and suck at her swollen clit until she’s an absolute mess, tears pricking her pretty eyes from overstimulation, moans becoming whimpers laced with an occasional “kiss…need kiss” you finally give in and pull away from her.

You give her the kiss she so desperately wants, letting her have a little control and slip her tongue in your mouth to get a better taste of herself. Asmo whines and moans into your mouth while you make out, her hands pulling at your shirt that you still have on. One of your hands tangling into her long hair while the other fondles her breast and teases her nipples. You break away finally before readjusting her on the bed, spreading her legs apart and settling yourself between them again. You softly kiss the place on her thigh you bit previously, then start giving slow strokes across her folds, her moans filling your ears. You slip a single finger in as you keep licking, Asmo bucks into your touch and you feel her body tense, you know exactly what she wants but you’ll make her wait like a good girl.

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me #obey me asmo smut

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himbos-hotline · 6 months

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Yes I know theres only four days left so im pratically speed running 12 fics but my aunt has deicded that I need to babysit my little cousin everyday this week so... big thanks too @i-am-the-devil-himself for the title and too @debbiechanclub for letting us start late cuz personal reasons and for running the @12daysofchristmas blog

Title: glass on the rocks Day/Prompt: 1-> ""I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" Fandom/Character(s) Aew || Matt Jackson/"Hamgan" Adam Page, Nick Jackson & Matt Jackson Warnings (if applicable): arguments, mentions of drinking/abadoment Word Count: 1692

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Matt keeps staring at Adam like he's trying to read the look on his face from across the room. He squints at the screwed up eyebrows, stares into the downturned corner of his lips and sighs, tipping his head back against the wall as he pushes his tongue into the gap between his teeth and his bottom lip. Nick looks up from his phone tilting his head to stare at his brother. "Ya could just talk to him y'know?" Nick says, rolling chewing gum across the inside of his cheek. "You've got too one of these days."

"No I don't." Matt argues back, trying to force conviction into his voice. "We can just spend forever not talking and I would be fine with that. Totally fine."

Nick raises an eyebrow and Matt raises his arms in stubbornness. "Fine." He shifts himself to perch on the end of the clothing box where they're sitting, squinting at Adam as he tilts his head and digs his teeth into the corner of his mouth. "What do you think he's thinking about?" He asks his brother, knocking their knees together to snatch Nick's attention away from whatever game he's currently invested in.

The two brothers watch Adam for a few seconds, watching as his shoulders sag and hands come up to untangle the tassels on the back of his jacket. "horses probably." Nick says eventually, blowing a bubble through his teeth. Matt rolls his eyes, using his nail to pop it. He chuckles when Nick cuts a glare at his lips twisting into a thin line. He glances at Matts grinning face as he licks the chewing gum off his lips. He rolls it slowly into a ball and presses it against his teeth. "Adam!" Nick calls and the smile on Matt's face drops. "Matt wants to ask you something!"

Adam looks over his shoulders, down the dark corridors before he finally points at himself. He walks over slowly, keeping his eyes glued on Matt as he squirms, kicking his brother in the shin as he chuckles away at his side. "Whats sup?" Adam suddenly sounds a lot closer and Matt's hands flail awkwardly for a few seconds as brown eyes shift to gaze into Adam's for a few seconds, eyes following over the dangling tassels, the messy curls still bed messy and sleep tamed in their low ponytail. "Matt?" Adams fiddling with his fingers and Matt remembers all the times he's watched Adam drill his knuckles into his palm, eyes glazed over with focus.

"Yeah uh...It's nothing.." Matt chuckles awkwardly, using the way his voice curves up as an excuse for the blush that's slowly starting to skate across the corner of his tanned cheeks. "I was just wondering is you had.." Matt's mind blanks but he's never been good at keeping his mouth quiet when his brain stalls. "heard from Kenny. I know we have that big match coming up and I don't know if he wants to do some training or...."

Adam blinks at Matt a few times and he knows the fact that's glaring down at him; Adams eyes crinkle a little at the corners and his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips as he flinches, he steps back a little and rubs his neck slightly, eyes suddenly dropping from where they were settled, staring just off Matt's shoulder. Adam breathes a little like Matt's words have winded him and Matt feels his hands twitch a little into fists by his sides. The air thickens around them and Matt feels it spread out backstage. "He did say not to leave you alone, we know how you can get." Matt continues because he isnt sure what else to do, he lets his mouth ramble and Adam takes another step back, his eyes now searching for the floor as his hands duck in and out of his pockets as if he's trying to find something. Matt glances at his brother, watches how he puts his head against his hands before he sits up and leaves the two of them alone, patting Adam almost apologetically on the shoulder.

"Yeah uh..I ain't heard from Kenny..." Adam says eventually, wiping sweaty palms across the faded denim of his jeans. Matt tilts his head, eyes wide and hair tumbling across his shoulder and he frowns a little. Adam swallows again, tries to breathe around the lump in his throat as he rolls the words Matt said around his shoulders. "whaddya mean how I can get?" Adams fingers raise in air quotes and Matt feels the shift in his voice more than he hears it; Adams voice falls sharp against his ears stabbing against the inside like its anger is trying to wedge itself deep inside Matt's brain so it becomes all he can hear. Matt opens and closes his mouth when Adam throws his hands up, tipping his head back. "Why do you care huh?"

The question lands in Matt's lap heavy like stone and sharp like thumbtacks. He wiggles a little where he's sitting, pushes the back of his shoes against the clothing box before he puffs his back up. He stares at Adam, an eyebrow raised as he searches the taller man's eyes. "Because you're our friend?" Matt spits back, letting his voice raise with the same heavy tone, he crowds himself against Adams chest. He raises his eyebrows and grips at the fabric of his shirt. "You've always been our friend but it seems like you made your choice..." Matt purposely breathes a little harder, feels the bitterness of liquor burn the back of his nose and something twists a little evil in his mind. "How's the bar Hangman?"

Adam's jaw tightens under the tightness of his skin and he presses his head down, pressing harder against Matt's forehead. He breathes against his lips for just a few seconds before a smile spreads cautiously across his plump lips, Matt follows his tongue as it slides against his bottom row of teeth. "Fun, ya should try being fun sometimes. Maybe then Kenny would stick around a lil longer." Adam presses his forehead a little deeper against Matt's, searching the smaller males eyes for a reaction to the fire Adams trying to stoak. But there's nothing in the darkness of his eyes apart from this weird glimpse of sadness and Adam sighs, "Matt...I'm sorry.."

"No!" Matt's voice squeaks a little when he steps back, shaking his hands out in front of him before he strokes a hand through his hair. It tangles a little around his knuckles and Matt tugs, picking strands of dead hair out from under his nails, letting them drop the floor behind them. "You're right, Maybe Kenny would stick around more if we weren't there cleaning up your drunken messes. We could have fun then! Together. As a team. Remember when we were a team? Before you fucked it all up" Matt cant stop himself for taking now, the words wash over his teeth like water through a crack in a damn. "You ruin everything-" He pauses long enough to hiccup in a breathe and he finally turns to look at Adam and something in Matt cracks then. "W-what's wrong?" He follows a teardrop down the side of Adam's face and he wraps his arms around himself a little tighter, flinching when Matt reaches up to stroke it away.

"I know it's winter but do you have to act so cold?" Adam asks. He's doing that thing where he tries to laugh through his emotions. Where he tucks his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. "Is that why Nick called me over? so you could yell and scream your feelings at me?" Matt shakes his head and Adam raises his eyebrow before copying the movement. "I get it..I fucked everything up didnt I."

Matt opens his mouth. "No..."

"Adam! Adam over here! It's Evil Uno! Uno raises his arm in an overdramatic wave and Adam wiggles his fingers back, he turns back to face Matt quick enough that it almost makes him feel a little dizzy., Matt watches as Adam wipes his face and nose with his jacket sleeve before he turns back to look Matt in the eyes.

"Why do you do that?" He asks, flailing his hand awkwardly. "Do that thing where you just talk? Don't ya know that your words hurt people?"

"I dont know..." Matt shifts his eyes across the floor, tracing the scuffs on Adams cowboy boots. "Sometimes it just..comes out. I dont mean too say the things I do...I just...everything gets all..sticky inside and it comes out as anger..."

Adam glances over at Uno, watches as he's joined by the other members of the Dark Order, he waves at them and nods yelling "Yeah...Just uh...give me a second?" He turns back to Matt and presses his lips together. "We're gonna get ya better at I dunno...talking to people right?"

Matt raises an eyebrow, blinking at Adam through layers of messed up hair. "You also can't talk to people."

"Just...come see me after all this yeah? I'll text ya my room number." Adam lays a hand, heavy and strong against Matts shoulder and everything suddenly feels just like it did before. "It's not ya fault Matt. Kenny going back to Japan, it's nobody's fault." Adam sounds more like he's trying to reassure himself than Matt.

"Okay." Matt whispers back anyway, smiling when Adam smiles and knocks their foreheads together softer this time. "Your friends are watching."

Adam's cheeks brighten when he chuckles a little bashfully. His hand slides down Matt's hand and squeezes briefly at Matt's fingers. He waves and Matt waves back until Adam and the rest of the Dark Order are nothing more than specks in the lowlights of backstage.

It's not until later does Nick reappear, shoving his brother in the shoulder. "So. How did the conversation go with Adam?" He wiggles his eyebrows and Matt just shakes his head, tapping his nose and laughing when Nick rolls his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me then.”

“I wasn't planning too.”

Tagging: @allelitesmut @homoeroticgrappling @dustinslovehandles @paradoxunknown @katries @mrsmatt @echoxshxrx @malewifemoxley @kass-the-kitten @itsnoosetome @racerchix21 @jacedoe @old-no7 @thekadster @santa-omega @daddywrasslin @tahiri-veyla

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 22.b - New Year's Eve

SOTS Masterlist

"And he thinks that's okay?"

Amy's party playlist was blasting from your phone as your danced around the kitchen, grabbing bowls and plates from cupboards and placing them on the counter top. Grabbing the bagful of snacks you'd picked up as you'd left the store yesterday, you emptied it out, opening bags of chips pouring them into the bowls. Chocolate covered pretzels, m&m's, twizzler's bites and a pizza on the way filling the rest of the bowls and plates you'd pulled out of the cupboard.

You only had one matching set at the moment; four bowl, four plates and four mugs, all in cloud 9's signature glossy dolphin blue that Amy had spotted heavily discounted on the 'final chance' end cap. A couch you'd found at the goodwill near the store and a Tv stand and matching coffee table that looked like they were going to break if you looked at them too hard as well as Amy's tv that she'd let you keep. Your apartment was slowly, but surely, coming together; piece by little piece.

Balancing the mixture of bowls and plates on your arms you crossed the length of the room to the couch, Amy reaching up, took two of the plates, placing them down for you as you shimmied the others from your hold. Collapsing next to her on the couch, you pulled her head to rest against your shoulder, an arm wrapping around her and pulling her into your warmth as small sniffles escaped her.

"It's my fault."

"Ames." Hugging the older woman against you, she muffled her cries, Emma camped up in your bedroom only feet away, loudly talking down the phone at someone. But walls were thin, and Amy didn't want anyone to see her like that; not even you. Her head was tucked into a mixture of your shoulder and the back of the couch, hiding her face and muffling her sobs.

"I told him I wasn't happy. If I'd not said anything he wouldn't be sleeping in the basement."

"He's sleeping in the basement?" You gasped before you could help yourself; you knew Adam was bad, having spent just over a year living with him, but you didn't think he was that bad. "Amy, listen. Adam's a douche."

"You've always thought that."

"Well, yeah, you got me there." Amy let out a small laugh, tears falling from her eyes as she bit back the smile that threatened to break out at your words. "But, my point is, you deserve better than that. Then him."

"I know you love him, but if he's not making you happy, then something needs to change. If this isn't the wake up call he needs, if he doesn't change because of this, then that's on him. It's not your fault." Amy sniffled into the crook of your neck, your hand rubbing up and down the length of her back soothingly.

Adam was not a nice guy - as far as you were concerned - and you'd be the first person to support his downfall. But Amy loved him, and you'd put up with him for her sake any day; except when whatever he was doing was making her feel like this. Amy was the best person you knew, and to see her so heart-crushingly upset was tearing you apart.

"Hey, push comes to shove, I can always just beat him up?"

Amy let out a heartier laugh this time, chocked sobs muffled between the sweet sound that slipped past her lips. Wiping furiously at the tears the streamed down her cheeks, your grabbed her hands, stopping their movement before wiping them away yourself, with a much gentler motion.

"You just, you never think it'll be you, y'know. Like the sleeping apart in the same house, the counselling. I just never thought I'd be here, it'd be us."

One hand moved to brush Amy's hair behind her ear, keeping it out of her eyes and her wet cheeks. Pulling her in for a tight hug, you rubbed circles into her back, letting her head burrow into your neck for comfort.

"It's hard, there's no denying that. But your strong Ames, the strongest person I know. I'll be here, Emma will be here. You're not alone going through this."

"Thank you, y/n." Amy squeezed you tightly against her, then pulled away, her hands holding you by your shoulders an arms length apart. "Now, let's agree to never bring this up again."

Letting out a loud laugh, you pulled her back against you, the two of you giggling like children as you laughed into each other, tension dissolving as quickly as it had come. As the laughter died down, Amy cried out to Emma, bringing her from your bedroom into the living room. Emma crashed onto the end of the couch, squeezing tightly in the gap next to you and slouching into her hand that rested against the arm of the couch.

The ball was soon to drop, only three minutes until the clock struck midnight and a new year would begin. But, oh, was it so much more then that: the new year would bring in new chances, the ability to change, to heal. And you hoped it would bring so much more, especially for Amy.

A knock at the door startled the low chatter that had filled your apartment, you jumping from your seat and heading to the door with haste. "It's probably the pizza, I'll grab it."

"Be quick!" Emma shouted to you over the back of the couch, quickly turning back to the conversation she was sharing with her mom.

Pulling open the door, you looked into your purse, pulling out a twenty dollar bill, and a handful of change. "How much was it again?"

"Y/n."

Marcus stood before you, the jumper you'd bought him for Christmas covering his chest, and the scarf - that secretly matched your own - wrapped loosely around his neck, the long fabric hung over his shoulders and cascading down his chest. His face was red, and he seemed slightly out of breath, the cold air having nipped at his exposed skin.

"Marcus? What are you doing here?" You asked, one hand holding the door open as the other still held your purse, cash lazily stuffed back into it. The dimly lit hallway shadowed his face, his arm coming to rest against the doorway, his form towering above you. "Wait, how did you know where I lived?"

"I stopped by Amy's, and Adam answered the door. Gave me your address."

"Oh." It's not that you weren't happy to see Marcus, you always were, you were just surprised as to why he had ended up on your doorstep on the edge of midnight. "Well, what's up?"

"10!" Amy and Emma chanted from a few feet behind you, the half-closed door the only thing shielding Marcus their view.

Marcus pushed more of his weight into the doorframe, leaning over you. His free hand came and took the purse from your grasp, placing it on the side table you had beside the doorway, purse disregarded alongside the keys you'd made home there. "9!"

"8!" Marcus grabbed your now free hand and placed it on his chest, his hand dropping from yours and gently grabbing your waist.

"7!" Taking a step closer to the brunette, he guided you, squeezing the flesh of your hip as his hand pulled you closer to him.

"6!" Now chest to chest, Marcus began to dip his head closer to yours, his arm never leaving the door frame though yours now did, slipping over his shoulder and around his neck.

"5!" Tugging at the tousled hair that your fingers met at the nape of his neck, you took another step impossibly closer to Marcus, breathing in the earthy warmth he always carried.

"4!"

"Why are you really here? Huh, handsome?" You asked in a hushed whisper, face inches apart from Marcus's, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

"3!"

"I think you know." Marcus whispered back, a wide smile curling across his face, eyes crinkling and teeth showing - a full, genuine, elated smile.

"2!"

"Oh, do I now?" You teased, other hand moving to meet your other that rested behind his neck, this one shifting to the full fluff of his hair.

"Yeah. I think you do."

"1!"

You pulled Marcus down by the back of his head to meet your lips, standing on the tips of your toes to make it easier for him. His hand that gently cradled your waist pulled you as close as possible to him, pressing your chests together. Hands tangled into his hair, running them through his tousled, brown locks and lightly pulling, eliciting a short groan from Marcus. His other large hand cupped your cheek, pressing his lips firmly to your own as a smile began to form, pulling the two of you apart from each other.

"Happy New Year, y/n." Marcus whispered as to not disturb the peace of the moment, his thumb stroking across your cheek, underneath your eye.

"Happy New Year, Marcus." Biting back a smile, you looked up at him, eyes filled with a warmth he hadn't seen much before - only ever from you. "That was very sweet of you."

"What can I say? They call me Mr. Sweetness."

"Who? Who calls you that?"

"Happy New Year, Mi Chiquita!" Amy screeched down your ear, a loud, chaste kiss pressed to your cheek as she wrapped her arms loosely around your waist, squeezing tightly. "Oh, Marcus, hello."

Marcus shyly waved a hello, his hand coming to scratch against the back of his neck as his face flushed red, as though he'd been caught doing something g he shouldn't.

"Who's at the door?" Emma asked, pushing her head through the two of you to get a glimpse of the talk man outside the apartment door. "Y/n? Is that your boyfriend?"

Three scrambled attempts at an explanation failed to keep Emma quiet, her pushing her body fully through the gap between the two of you to stand in front of a very red-faced Marcus. "All they do is talk about you, y'know."

"Emma!" You all but screeched, clapping a hand over the younger girls mouth and pulling her backwards, into your chest and what could be disguised as a hug. "She didn't mean that. She's a liar."

Despite having her mouth covered, Emma vehemently shook her head in denial, Marcus and Amy letting out a chorus of laughter at the bickering between the two of you.

"Why don't you come inside?" Amy offered, pulling Emma away from your clutches and creating a gap into the apartment, giving Marcus the opportunity to enter if he wished to do so. "We've got snacks, drinks - and a pizza on the way."

Marcus hesitated, looking over at you who simply smiled fondly at him, a look of adoration and hope. "Yeah, I'd love to."

Emma rushed back to the couch at that, claiming a spot before the couch got full up from your new addition to the guests, Amy quickly following after her and squeezing in next to her, leaving one spot free on the small couch.

Marcus lingered in the door way, only beginning to move as you reached your hand out to him, intertwining your fingers and pulling him into the apartment he was more then welcome in.

"Make yourself at home." You mused, tugging on his hand and pulling his towards the couch, where Amy and Emma waited with an arms full of snack and embarrassing stories to share.

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Hey guys!! This is the first of the two uploads for tonight.

This is definitely the better of the two uploads - as who doesn't love Marcus/reader content?????

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freezethebeez · 2 years

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catalyst!clingy drabble (aka screech)

You'd held his face between your warm palms. He looked dead; he never looked more at peace.

info: 2nd person pov, mentions/themes of anorexia, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, mentions of suicide

-> fic below the break :]

His poetry has left you hollow, shattered, and in ruins. And yet his hands are some of the softest you've ever held.

He's the kind of person that makes you want to kill yourself. It's not because he's bad, rather because he's so good. He's such a gentle soul– filled with so much wonder and hope for the world.

The light in his eyes was so bright when you met him; it's barely flickering now.

You'd jump from the highest building for him. You'd thread your head through the rope to replace his, and you'd pull the trigger with the gun to your head and you'd cram bottles of pills down your throat for him.

Hearing him complain about how his bones ache as he lays against the cold, November ground hurts you a little, too. You let him lay on you; he'd draped himself over you; he'd set his bag of bones on top of yours.

There was one night in the summer where you'd spent the week at his place. You had been sitting on his porch at night, a drink in your hand and a drink in his; yours was nearly empty; his was nearly full. You'd both gone to head inside– the bugs were biting; you'd stood; he hadn't. But you'd caught him before he hit his head.

You'd held his face between your warm palms. He looked dead; he never looked more at peace. And you'd waited patiently. You'd been the first to meet his eyes when they opened– not even his dad bothered peering out the open window after you yelped. He'd smiled at you, apologized, and you'd carried him in. He weighed as much as a child would; he was far from a child.

His head was buried in your chest when he confessed to you. "I haven't been getting better," he'd said. "I can't get better. This is just what I'm meant to be, y'know?" His words were laced with sleep and sincerity and slurred around the edges curtesy of the alcohol you'd provided (his bottle still sat half full on his nightstand, yours empty on his windowsill).

"I know," you said as your hand ran through the thinned hair at that back of his head. You don't know what his breaking point was, exactly, but it wasn't long before the front of your t-shirt began to grow wet with tears and soft hiccups shook you both.

"I'm sorry," he'd squeaked out between silent sobs. "I just don't want to do this anymore."

"Me either," you want to say. You don't. Instead, you repeat yourself, "I know," and you hold him tighter.

He's sick. He'd been sick for a while. He was sick long before you saw him in that hospital bed. A part of you knew this, but didn't want to believe it.

You saw him less when he was sick. Even after he'd been discharged, you hardly saw him. You'd had to take matters into your own hands– and you did; it was the least you could do.

You'd knocked on his front door and had his dad answer. You'd let yourself in and up the stairs to his room and you'd knocked again; he knew it was you by the sound of your footsteps.

He'd call out, you'd walk in.

He was always in his bed; he'd only gone from one to the next. You were allowed in this bed, though. There was always space for you– too much, you think. He wouldn't need to speak. You never did either– not much, at least, only ever a simple, "Album or a podcast?" (something to listen to) and, "C'mere." He'd settle. You'd always end up either laying next to him, holding his hand, or holding him in his entirety– which wasn't much at all at the time.

He's been better, though. He's gotten much better.

He has his rough days where he calls you in tears, telling you that he's not sure whether or not he'll make it through another night. He also has his good days where you've never seen him smile brighter and you've never heard him laugh louder. You've ran with him up a hill– and he's matched you stride for stride.

He no longer looks like death.

#my Very bad ideas #c!clingyduo #angst and pain and suffering #ed mention #suicide mention #<- i think i should start adding tw's to my tags idk

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And you do, but not without a forced hug to give him. You don’t know why you have the sudden urge to hug him - he is cold and clammy and not-at-all nice to hug, but Mateus seems to falter for a moment and wrap his bare arms around your chest. He smells of sweat and blood, though you bury your face into his nightclothes and hug him tighter anyway.

“I love you,” he tells you softly, and you believe he truly does.

Crying, sobbing, throwing up - all in positive way though! I loved this even more after re-reading it for a second time, with the course of the ending still present in my mind.

He laughs, and his hands wrap around your shoulders - they still ache from the pain of the previous night, but it is not as excruciating as you originally thought it might be. “You have yet to see my power. Tonight, would you stay with me? I have much to show you.”

What could he mean by that? Your heart feels as if it’s about to burst out of your chest - you’re sweating , but you aren’t warm. Why are you nervous?

Um, exactly, what does he mean? Is it something related to perhaps turning Y/N into a being of his kind or is it just the Emperor’s sheer power that scares the poor reader?

"You answer your sin with violence upon violence," he continues, voice and breath coming in labored pants. He still has the air of haughtiness. "How pathetic. Kill me faster, why don't you? It's been far-too-long for my liking."

What does he exactly mean by ,,sin’’? Is it just a human/man related thing? Or maybe he finds Y/N guilty of making him fall in love with her…? Or something of that kind.

" Darling ," you begin, in the sweetest voice your pious body can muster. "Darling," you repeat, baring his neck just as he has done so to you dozens and dozens of times. While the blood seeps down one side, it is only fair for a man to match his style. You lean forward, feeling the wetness of his lap as you do so. "It's only fair if I take what you have taken from me, right~?"

When I saw cannibalism in the tags I did not expect this, for sure, but…revenge in the form of not only murder but doing that as well? Brutal, but in a great sense tbh. 11/10

Within the manor through the viscous fluid and blood and smeared, shattered glass, a man drags himself through the mess of death to continue his undying task…

Is it Leon? If yes, does it mean that despite Mateus dying, he is still forced to serve in the manor?

YEAAAH! mateus throws around the L-word quite easily though... whatever is easier to control poor y/n I suppose!

I was mostly going for Mateus being supar-awesum-magickal and to show that he can make her happy and healthy and satiated living with him? Obviously, those events didn't transpire orz

"You answer your sin with violence upon violence," is actually a line from the ff2 extra story Dawn of Souls! Because y/n is... y'know, definitely not winning brownie points in any of this, I felt like I wanted to shoehorn in a line or two from the game. It's mostly self-indulgent!! I'm gonna ramble about Dawn of Souls (and the quote) for a second, feel free to skip this paragraph if you don't care (or if you already know the quote):

In Dawn of Souls, Scott and co. mercilessly insult the Light Emperor after he asks them to forgive him. So, the next handful of lines from the Emperor are as follows: "I expected you'd say as much. Reluctance to forgive has long been a human failing. It is in man's nature to sin, yet you answer sin with violence upon violence. Is that not itself a sin?" ANYWAY, I love Dawn of Souls sooo much. It's such a good addition to a (in 2022) middling plot. I could ramble for hours about it but I'll just continue w/ the questions...

Yeah!!! In the ending there is Leon. I left it vague on purpose, but the either two options you can believe are: Leon is bound to the manor until the Emperor revives himself (through weird vampire shenanigans or otherwise (or he doesn't at all), make your guesses), OR he is free to do what he wants (probably search for his sister six feet under, but...y'know)

I liked writing INI. It's horribly self-indulgent, rife with plot holes, and nothing makes sense in the slightest, but it made me happy! I'm so happy that it made YOU happy, too! <3

#overly specific ask tag #ini #thank u so much anon! i love you!!!

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