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feyhunter78 · 11 months

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I'm gonna assume this is about Pink Pastels, and gladly give you what you're asking for👀

Pink Pastels Pt 6

Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.

Pt 7

Miguel’s never been a chaperone before. During Gabi’s Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabi’s class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.

There’s this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He can’t forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that man’s bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.

Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. It’s pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine that’s beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but you’re his. He knows it. You’re meant to be together, and he’s simply showing his devotion.

“Papá, Papá, we’re here.” Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.

“I see, where do you want to go first, Mija?” He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure it’s snug on her head. He doesn’t want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.

“I want to see the hippos!” She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.

“Mr. O’Hara, here’s your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?” You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.

Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and you’re wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. He’s wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.

He takes the packet from you, nodding. “Of course, can’t leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.”

You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.

He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabi’s—she makes friends so easily, something he can’t take credit for.

“Okay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, don’t go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three o’clock.” An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.

You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. “Alright, what animal are we seeing first?”

“Hippo!”

“Lion!”

“Monkeys!”

“Seals!”

A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. “Mr. O’Hara? Do you have any suggestions?”

You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.

“Last time I was here, they had snow leopards?” He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.

Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one you’ve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the school’s teacher’s lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.

“They still do, they’re my favorites.” You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.

“Why don’t we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there we’ll see them afterwards?” He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.

“What do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. O’Hara?” You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.

Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.

The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.

You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. “I think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know it’s stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.”

“Gabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.” He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. “I’ve got all the photos in my office, my coworkers’ joke that by the time I retire I’ll have half my office wall covered.”

“I used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, there’s something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the water—it’s breathtaking.”

You’re breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I know the feeling.”

You smile shyly at him, and for a moment he’s back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didn’t intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.

He couldn’t tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.

You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.

He hates Todd.

“Everything okay?” He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.

“Yes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.” You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.

“Ms. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?” One of Gabi’s friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.

“Is that what everyone else wants to see?” You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.

“Yes.” Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.

“Girls!” You call out, looking from them to the others.

“Go, I’ll bring the others.” He reassures you.

You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.

“Is Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.” One of the little boys—Tony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isn’t sure—asks him, chewing on his bottom lip.

This is that Tony, Gabi’s told him about this boy, how he’s very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isn’t the worst.

“She’s probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.” Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and it’s all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tony’s face.

“Don’t tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but that’s what I’ve heard Ms. Melissa call him.” She says quietly when she sees Tony’s face.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He promises.

“Gabi’s right, you are the coolest.” Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.

The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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maybe a blurb of Jake humping the bed whilst eating pussy if that's something you'd be into 👀👀👀👀

not trying to cop out of this! but! I did write. very similar scene in Cruel Summer 3! it can be read on its own! so I'll put it here! :)

“Will you get on the bed?” He asks.

Even though it’s posed as a question, it sounds more like a command--but it’s one you’re blindly following, your heart fluttering with a strange sort of excitement.

You sit at the end of the bed, knees pushed together.

Jake towers over you, already growing hard at your compliance.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He asks.

His voice is softer now--like he knows it would make you vulnerable, like he knows that you can back out whenever you want and he will accept it entirely.

Wordlessly, you nod. Arousal is starting to pool in your belly now, dripping down into your panties.

He undresses you slowly, like it’s something he wants to savor. First he takes the hair tie off your wrist, kisses the skin there. Then he reaches behind your neck, unbuttons the flimsy clasp at the top of your dress. He lifts it off your body carefully, discarding it on the floor. His chest is already tight at just the image of you in your panties and underwear, sitting below him with your thighs squeezed together, your eyes wide.

“You alright?” He asks.

Nodding at once, you don’t dare speak.

So, he reaches down and pushes the white strap of your bra off your shoulder. He keens at the sound you make, the one that is close to a gasp. And then he grazes his fingers across your chest to push the other one down.

“Fuck,” you whisper softly.

Your skin is goosed from his touch. Fuck, he’s never touched you like this before. He’s always been too goofy, too fun, too flirty. But this is a new side of him--one that makes your breathing unsteady, one that makes your head spin.

He reaches behind you, unclasps your bra, and watches as it falls off your body and into your lap. You’re breathing harshly, unable to break your gaze from his. He’s your rock right now, holding you down on the bed, holding you against the earth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he tells you, jaw set like this fact makes him angry. “And I just want you to be mine right now, alright?”

You open your mouth, ready to quip something, but close it when he starts to sink to his knees. You can’t speak--all you can do is puff those hot breaths in the air before you.

“Say it,” he whispers, completely on his knees now, his eyes level with yours. “I wanna hear you say that you’re just mine right now.”

Maybe that’s what’s making Jake so fucking hot right now--you’ve never been just his. He’s growing hard just at the thought.

“I’m yours right now,” you whisper.

And then everything moves at hyperspeed.

As soon as the words are falling off your lips, he’s wrapping you up in his arms, securing arms around your waist and holding onto you so tight that it knocks the air out of your lungs. He’s pulling you towards him, one jerking and swift movement, and he’s suddenly between your legs and feverishly kissing all the exposed skin of your neck and chest.

“Oh,” you whisper, all breath. “God.”

Jake’s letting his mouth work quicker than his brain. He’s drinking all of you in at once, letting his lips memorize every mark on your skin, all the places you’ve gotten chills, keening when you steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he whispers against your skin. “Just hold onto me now, honey, alright?”

You nod wordlessly, mouth utterly and fantastically dry.

Then he’s got your nipple in his mouth, a sensation you’re unfamiliar with, but one that makes your entire body jolt as a shockwave of pleasure pulses through you. He’s sucking harshly, hardly giving you time to moan or recover before he’s leaving a sloppy and wet trail of kisses across your breasts and to your other nipple.

“Jesus fucking--!” You whimper, fingernails staining half-crescents into his shoulders.

As he mercilessly sucks your nipple, watching your face pull together in unadulterated pleasure, he snakes a hand between your legs and presses two fingers against your heat. You squirm against him, throwing your head back, and he nips lightly at your pert nipple.

“Tell me how wet I’m making you,” he demands, voice low. “Wanna hear you say my name.”

“Can’t you feel it?” You whisper pathetically, heat pooling in your cheeks. “Fuck, I--!”

He presses down harder, locating that sweet nub through the thin cotton of your soaked panties, and you’re reeling, panting.

“Jake,” you whimper. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet.”

Not Bradley, Jake thinks. Me. I’m the fucking man.

“Good girl,” he mutters.

And just to prove how good you are, he slips his two fingers inside of your underwear and languidly strokes your cunt. Fuck, you really are wet--desperate for it, silky and wanting for him.

“Oh, my God,” you mutter, biting your lip hard.

He keeps sucking on your nipples, stroking your heat at a grueling pace, one that makes your hips cant into his hand. Your head is spinning, pleasure so overwhelming that it feels like you’re holding your body beside an open flame.

“This where you want me?” Jake asks, muffled by the ample skin of your breast. He presses his fingers against your clit and rubs slow and methodical circles that have you writhing on the sheets, against his body. “You want me right here, honey?”

When you don’t respond, Jake moves away from you. You begin to whine, but in only a moment, he’s pushing your chest until you’re falling back on the bed. Then he’s tearing your underwear off, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs as you lay naked before him for the first time.

If you weren’t here, in this cabin, he would treasure seeing you like this. Your skin flushed, your lips parted, your brows knit, your eyes shut. But he is so desperate for you, so desperate to prove to you and everyone else that he can be what you want. He can be what you need.

Again, he hooks your legs around his arms and swiftly pulls you to the end of the bed until your bottom is hanging off.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You peer down at him, the very lining of your belly quivering as his hot breaths hit your heat.

“I want it,” you whisper, seemingly reading his mind.

“Want what?”

“I want you to go down on me.”

Ever the Southern gentleman, Jake immediately complies with what his lady wants. He dives right into your cunt, lapping at your arousal, sucking on your swollen clit. You have to slap a hand over your mouth too keep from waking up the entire camp.

There’s something so vulnerable about this--him between your legs, his knees on the floor of your cabin, his clothes intact and yours not, your lashes fluttering as you try to keep your eyes open and on his, your cunt pressed against his tongue--that almost makes you want to bow down and be his forever.

His mustache scratches deliciously at the sensitive skin of your clit, coated in your wetness, as he delves his tongue into your sopping entrance.

You taste just like he thought you would: real, clean, good. So fucking good that he can feel the pearly drops of precum gathering in his briefs.

“Grind against my face,” he commands.

And you can do nothing but comply, pushing yourself against his face. Fuck, this is exactly what Jake likes. He likes to feel the pressure of your hips as you desperately press yourself against him. He likes that you feel malleable right now, like he can tell you what to do and you’ll do it.

He’s fisted his cock so many times to the simple thought of this that he knows he’s not going to last very long.

When your tingers tangle themselves in his locks, he rewards you by lapping rapidly at your clit. He knows you’re close already--virgins usually cum quick, anyway--when your moans get high and breathy, when your thighs become his earmuffs.

Desperate for friction, he pushes his cock against the bed. It’s not soft, that’s for sure, but it will absolutely do right now.

“Jake,” you mutter, thighs quivering. “Oh, my God. Oh--oh, fuck, I think I’m gonna cum.”

“I want you to,” he tells you, moaning when you tug harshly on his locks. “I want you to cum all over my face, honey. I wanna make you cum.”

At his words, your breathing becomes rapid and uneven. He reaches forward, still hugging your thigh with his bicep, and lays his flat hand on your belly. He presses down and the pressure of it all has you seeing bursts of technicolor.

“Say my name,” he commands, his own grinding growing sloppy and uneven as he laps at your cunt. “Say my name when I make you cum.”

In an act of wretched rapture, you fist his locks and guide his face against your cunt roughly. It makes him moan, which vibrates your cunt deliciously. He presses down harder on your belly, his fingers digging into the supple skin of your thigh, his tongue rigid as it flicks your clit.

“Jake,” you groan.

Suddenly, you’re almost insecure. You’ve never cum with anyone before except yourself. Rooster got close, but never this close. You’re shivering, too close to the edge to do anything except teeter there. And Jake seems to register this, watching you through his lashes.

“Work your cunt against my face,” he orders. “Want you to cum now, honey. Cum for me.”

It is more than enough to drive you over the edge. You writhe above him, body convulsing. Your chest heaves, your fingernails burrow into Jake’s scalp, your thighs tense, your eyes squeeze shut tight. He works you through it, not ceasing any of his movements, even when he blows his load right into his underwear. And you didn’t even touch him.

“Stop, stop,” you hiss, overly sensitive after cumming. Your ears are ringing, your chest is hot. “Fuck, Jake. Holy fuck.”

He gives it a rest, staying between your legs, coming down from his own high as he lets his cheek rest on the lowest part of your belly. You keep your hands in his hair, stroking softly, trying to rid yourself of the shivers that are still working their way up your spine.

“How was that?” Jake asks. You jolt at the very feeling of his breath against your clit and he raises his head apologetically, nodding to your cunt. “Aftershocks,” he tells you.

He kisses your clit a final time, a move that makes you want to kick his jaw and pull him closer, before he lets your legs fall to the floor.

“Literally came my fucking pants just watching you cum,” Jake says, sitting on his haunches.

You grin, cheeks hot, as you sit up on your elbows and glance down at his lap. Sure enough, there’s a dark stain on his shorts.

“Someone’s got a crush,” you whisper.

He shrugs with a grin.

“Uh huh,” he whispers.

You two watch each other for a moment, still recovering. His mouth glistens with your arousal and it makes you hold your legs together tightly.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” you say. “No more Mr. Nice Guy, huh?”

He shakes his head, biting his lip.

“Nope,” Jake answers. “Lemme clean you up, honey.”

You’re expecting him to retrieve a towel of some sort, but then he’s spreading your legs again, peppering your thighs with chaste kisses as he nears your heat.

“Christ,” you mutter, throwing your arm over your eyes. “You’re killing me.”

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moldycantaloupe · 2 months

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hello,

maybe ²⁷⁾ “why don’t we use some of your toys?” with Rain and Dew?👀

saw this ask while at work and blushed. from my inbox to your feed, here's 620 of Rain being bratty turned to Dew being bratty. no real cw, maybe power play? just go into this knowing they have a green light system.

here's the prompt list!

“What?”

Dew was baffled at the audacity of his water ghoul, to say the least. They had courted him in the middle of dinner, feeling up his thigh underneath the table until his dick was half hard, whispering sweet nothings into his ear with the husk in their voice they only use when they desperately wanted something, asking him to take them right there. He had whisked them away to their room to fulfill promises, but now kneeled between them in almost shock.

“Did I stutter?” They scoffed, laid naked as the day they were summoned in the middle of their plush bed, propped up only by their elbows. Their eyes were lidded with what seemed to be-

“I’m bored.” They put simply.

“I’m sorry,” Dew made to sit up on his knees, arms quickly finding their way to cross over his chest as he huffed, “You basically try to fuck me at dinner, and you’re telling me you’re bored?”

Rain shrugged, as if there was anything else to it. Dew rolled his eyes before snapping his head to their closet. A swarm of ideas ran through his head as he clambered his way out of the bed, making haste to open the closet door. Rain sat further up, their feigned uninterest cracking at the seams.

“What are you doing?” They hesitated in their question.

“Are you still bored, princess?” Dew cooed, his cornsilk hair shifting on his shoulders as he leaned into them. Rain sucked in a breath and shook their head, a sob breaking through their throat.

Dew hummed as he pulled out a small box, a smug smile sitting on his lips. “Why don’t we use some of your toys then, princess?”

It took less than thirty minutes for Rain to be a writhing mess against the bedsheets. Dew had cuffed Rain’s hand behind them to the headboard with their leather bounds, a small belt strapped to their thigh with a wand snug in between, the head abusing their poor clit. They were dripping like a faucet onto the sheets, having already cummed two times against it. Dew sat next to their side as they huffed out broken and choked out moans, his touching their now overheated skin in featherlight caresses. Every now and then he’d sneak a finger underneath a gill, just to watch their back arch and wrists shake the headboard.

“No- hells, fuck, Dew-” Their gasp echoed through the room when Dew prodded a finger into them, smiling at the ragged moans they gave him.

“‘S too much, so much,” They grinded against his finger, forcing the wand further onto their weeping clit. They cried when they felt the all too familiar heat sneak into their abdomen, eyes watering as they peered up at Dew. They could feel themselves almost giving up when Dew stared back, eyes lidded in what seemed to be boredom.

“You’re already close again?” Dew rolled his eyes and took his finger out of them, a loud whine protesting against it. “Lucifer, I’ve barely even touched you.”

“‘M gonna cum,” They continued grinding into the wand, desperate for release. “Dewey, I’m gonna cum again, it hurts, oh- fuck-”

Their insides went white hot as they came for the third time, back arched and liquid squirting out of them and onto the sheets. Their screams were silent, arms hung tight against the bounds above them. They let out a deep and breathy moan as they instantly went back to grinding against their toy, chasing the feeling until it became too much again.

“Another round, Rainy?” Dew asked in feigned innocence, eyes crinkled when he watched them start to try and squirm away from the intense vibrations. “You’re so easy to please.”

#lou writes #lou answers #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop #rain x dewdrop

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 15 ➡ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @starrybrujita asked: 𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 😊 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 💕 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟻 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟼 (𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗) 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 👀 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑 😉 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! ❤️ +𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. size kink. food play. reader is used as a plate to serve food at Totto Land. Kata indulges. 𝐰𝐜: 938

Sweet and spicy, dripping honey.

Your body presented on a table, covered with the finest creams, strawberries, blueberries. You look like another treat from a different type of merienda.

Hosts from every island of the Grandline surround the table. The wedding of one of the Charlotte brothers is taking place right now, and the decorations this time have been chosen specifically to be exotic.

Everybody wears finest dresses. Dresses you aren’t wearing because your skin is there for them to serve from like a silver platter. Different hands pick from your body tartlets, others cream covered macaroons. All of them sing, Big mom’s power is unmeasurable.

♪ “eat from her, eat her up as sweet as tarts, as juicy as strawberries eat from her, eat her up” ♪

You fix your eyes towards the endless sky of Totto Land and thank the gods for the giant yonko to be more excited on a wedding cake than the banquet itself.

But, Lin Lin is not the only big person invited to that party, and the sun covers suddenly by a hand landing on one of your breasts. He picks up a donut, the icing is the same colour as your nipples, the texture as friable as your thighs.

Katakuri, the perfect child of the Charlotte inspects the sweet he has just picked up. You, for the first time has something else to watch beside the sky, and you are hoping for him to finally move that scarf down. He has to, since he is gonna eat that donut… right?

You swallow, he is as handsome as huge and you wonder, you fantasize with the vague idea of being able to take such man.

“I want to eat from you” he says, coming closer to your face, showing you how tiny you are compared to him. “Y-yes, Mr. Katakuri” you mumble, not sure if you are allowed to speak, but giving him full consent to devour you.

“Then, you will have to come with me”

The commander of flour picks you up, as if you were yet another pastry from the table. The cream that was barely covering your body begins to melt and a trail of white drops draws on the ground, as he takes you somewhere else.

Private enough, far from the bustle of the party, he puts you down in yet another big table. This time, you are surrounded by donuts, way finer from the ones served at the wedding.

“What a peculiar profession you have… do you enjoy being a human plate?” he asks, sitting back on a special cumulus of cushions. You are surprised, wasn’t him the man that never laid back?

“I… I don’t know, sir” you stutter, because, you are not really sure at this point… even if accepting such job has brought you to be all alone with Katakuri himself.

His cranberry eyes fix in your body, lustfully inspecting the sticky patches that appear over your skin. “Can I, then, enjoy the party with my personal plate? You see, I need one fitting my size” he says, with low voice and serious countenance.

You widen your eyes, and you are sure stars appear on them from the astonishment. Excited, not sure if this gonna be the death of you, you nod. “Yes, sir. Please, help yourself and eat everything you wish from my body”

Katakuri scoffs standing up, and pleased pronounces “Very well, then”. He takes his fluffy scarf off, revealing the mystery you have always wanted to discover. Sharp fangs you desire for them to carve marks on your flesh.

He bends over you, his hands rest on each side of your body, his nose inhales the honey scent of your shiny complexion. The sharpness of his fangs caress your neck, the tip of his tongue licks the cream off of it.

Down, down he goes. Sucking your breasts, nibbling on your hard nipples. You moan, louder. You squirm and spasm under his huge frame.

“Keep it down until I’m inside you” he whispers in your ear, using his finger to dilate your entrance, pumping in and out, first delicately and increasingly violently then.

Your back arches, you have no idea how he is going to fit inside you, but you want him deep, deep until your belly gets swollen up from his shaft.

And, indeed, it’s what’s about to happen.

The sound of the studs of his multiple belts around his legs fill the room. They fall to the ground, and his black jeans, too.

Your eyes reflect the size of his sex, and with curling toes you receive his intrusive hardness. Just the tip is enough to make you whine and arch your back, as he has pulled you to the edge of the table. And when he feels you are stretched enough, with great expertise, his dick slides in.

You carve your nails on a little patch of his huge back, your legs feel like can’t open any more wider without separating from your body, your belly feels swollen and it shows the form of Katakuri’s dick moving in and out.

The commander holds your whole body with just a hand, you are like a little toy to him. Your exhausted walls clench as much as they can to each thrust, and soon, with trembling limbs, you burst into an explosive and wet orgasm around him.

He smirks, subtly. His serious countenance will always be there, but for as long as you cum and he does too, a burgundy shine installs on his eyes…

“I won’t have any wedding cake; I have eaten enough sweets for the day…~”

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paradoxolotl · 10 months

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OH PARA MY DARLING!!! :))))

For the writer ask can I beg to see a snippet of Neil being banned from another coffee shop (Andrew's maybe 👀) or what led to him being banned from half the coffee shops?? (From Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage)

My beloved PAS ♥️

Unusual Asks for Sugar, Spice, and Corporate Espionage

“Sir.”

Neil took a slow sip of his coffee. Only his third cup of the day. Or hour. He couldn’t remember anymore. The beauty of a deadline he had pretended to prepare for rearing it’s ten hours until due highlight covered head? Kevin’s “inhuman level of coffee consumption” ban was lifted.

Not that Neil followed it all that closely anyways. What did Kevin know.

“Sir.”

He flicked his eyes up and to the left, hand still blindly typing away at his keyboard. He had a word count to hit after all. The familiar death glare of a service employee not paid enough to give a proper fuck but forced to anyways waited for him. Usually, Neil continued silence turned most people away, or at least made them uncomfortable enough to spit out whatever they decided was worth interrupting him over. But this one only glowered harder, jaw setting.

“Ma’am.” It turned up at the end like a question, but Neil’s voice held too much faux pleasantry to be recognized as such.

Nostrils flared on her inhale. “Sir-” and honestly the amount of complete disdain and over your bullshit she packed into that single word even impressed him- “you need to leave. Now.”

Oh boy, this was almost worth pausing an essay for. Neil finished his sentence. “I’m actually pretty busy at the moment,” he said, turning back to his work. Was a Freudian mention too much? He tapped the space key twice, not quite hard enough to move his cursor. Probably not.

“Sir.”

“Jesus,” Neil muttered. He needed more coffee. Matching her glare with one of his own, Neil shook his cup, the pitiful remains just enough to splash against the sides. “I’m a paying customer. You can’t just kick me out for no reason.”

“You taped crime scene photos to our windows!” she snapped. And well. Okay yes, that was true. He didn’t need to spare a glance to see the expanse of carnage he had set up.

“It’s for research,” he said.

She jabbed a finger at the cup in his hand. “And that isn’t even from here.”

Neil glanced down. The cup sported the bright orange colours of Fox & Nip Cafe. He looked up to the hat the employee was wearing. It was purple, with The Drip stitched in white across the front. Slowly, he raised the cup to his mouth, tipping the last of it into his mouth.

“I’ve told you guys before. I don’t see what the problem is,” he said. “Your coffee is shit. You know that right? I could order a triple shot and it wouldn’t even hit me. It’s an art, how you’ve taken something so easy and weakened it to the point of threatening extinction.”

Turning in his chair, Neil pointed to the man not even pretending not to be watching. “Your coffee is shit!” he said, making the man jump. He turned back to the employee. “This is literally the worst coffee is town. You have two things going for you: the tables are big enough to work at and your muffins aren’t sweet like fucking cakes. If I have to provide my own passable coffee, I should be allowed to use the space provided to finish my work.”

If looks could kill. “Get the fuck out,” she said.

Neil had three rules he lived by. Number two: when a retail employee drops the word fuck as a promised threat, it’s time to go.

Tossing her a quick salute, Neil shoved his laptop back into his bag and left everything else behind. He didn’t really need the photos anyways.

Two blocks down, he pulled out a small notebook from a side pocket. With a sigh, he crossed out The Drip from his list.

#Neil is a nightmare customer #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #neil josten #para’s fics #ask para

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Hangman being a powre bottom

That’s all

oh because he is.

Imagine him barely holding back from cumming all over the pillow in front of him. Each thrust from you sends him grinding his cock into the pillows he placed perfectly. He’s trying not to cum, he’s holding back so much it’s painful.

“If I wanted a lousy fuck I would’ve asked Bradshaw,” He whimpers as you hit just the right spot. Angling your hips so the tip of the silicon cock hits his prostate. His knuckles are white from gripping the sheets so tightly. He hangs his head, trying to gather himself. You both know he’s close to cumming, if he would just give up the tough guy act.

“God…,” He says after a couple seconds, “Is that all you got? Could’ve just jacked myself off.”

“How about,” You start to pull out but the delicious whine that falls from his lips has you pushing back into him, “You fucking quit trying to tell me what to do, and cum, like a fucking slut.” You don’t stop pounding into him. Cries are coming from his lips as he finally lets himself go, not having the strength to hold back.

He cums with a broken cry, hot ropes shooting across the pillow. His arms shake holding himself up, that you actually have to hold his hips to stop him from falling forward and hurting himself. His body jolts with aftershocks as he milks his cock, getting every last drip out. You help him carefully ease down on to the pillows. You wait until his breath somewhat evens out before pulling out.

You clean yourself up, taking off the strap, as hangman just lays there, nearly dead to the world. You smirk and walk back to him with a wash cloth.

“Turn over, baby,” You say softly and help him roll onto his back. He gives your a loopy, fucked out grin.

“Bradshaw can do better,” He says still trying to prove he’s got the power. Like you didn’t just have him begging and calling you ma’am.

“How about… next time you and bradshaw go at it, you let me watch. Take a couple notes.”

Jake grabbed the back of your neck and brought you down for a bruising kiss. He pulled back, leaving you breathless, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart.”

“Nothing I like more than watching you become a stupid, needy, cock slut.”

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lmk if y’all want a continuation 👀

#topguncortez #feral hours with g #top gun blurb #top gun imagine #top gun maverick blurb #top gun maverick imagine #hangman blurb #hangman imagine #jake seresin blurb #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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i always think about having ice cream date nights during summer with H ☹️☹️☹️☹️

my hearttttt

The sun was setting as your cherry flavoured ice-cream was melting.

It had been a good sunset tonight and it still was. The sun was slowly burning behind the horizon and saying goodnight for a little while. You and Harry had known it was going to be a pretty evening, so neither of you had to convince the other to pack up a bag, grab a sweater and drive the car down to the beachfront.

It was a simple beach.

Soft white sand. Brown painted boardwalk that was covered in marram grass and sand. Sand dunes that lined the boardwalk and softened in height closer to the wide expanse of beach.

You and Harry had set your picnic blanket at the foot of a dune, keeping out of the wind so the sand didn’t go everywhere. Both of you held dripping ice-creams in your palms, whilst you watched the waves continuously roll in and the sun get lower and lower.

“Ok, but if you did have to choose…?” Harry asked again, earning a soft smile out of you over his relentless persistence.

“Babe. I’m not telling you who my favourite celebrity is right now.”

“Why?”

“Don’t make me say it.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Why? Is it not me?”

“Don’t make me say it, babe.”

“It’s not me. Is it?”

“Harry…”

“I bet it’s fucking Eddie Munson.” Harry tutted, taking an overly aggressive bite from his ice cream cone. The waffle flaked over his clothes and he brushed it away softly.

“That’s a character, actually. Not a celebrity.” You told him and he sneered at you, making you scrunch your face up and smile.

“You still love him though?” Harry asked.

“Nothing like I love you, if that’s what you’re wondering.” You nudged your arm into his and he nudged back, a telling sign that he wasn’t bothered by this conversation and was only pretending to be jealous.

You and Harry had the kind of relationship where you’d create a dating profile, just of you, and see what matches you’d get. You never replied to anyone because that was just cruel, but it was interesting for you both to see who else out there liked you. One time, you and Harry had set up a profile together but that ended up being a tabloid in the news for weeks.. so now Harry is banned by management for putting himself on any dating sites.

“I’d love you still, even if you did love Eddie more.”

“Would you love me even if I wasn’t still yours?” You asked quietly, anticipating his reaction.

“That’s a horrible thing to think about,” he shuddered, “but yeah. Yes. I would.”

You turned to smile at him, his face glowing a soft pink under the sunset. Your face was no doubt alit with the same colours, making you both devastatingly beautiful - like people waiting to be painted for an art gallery.

“Good thing I’ll always be yours then.” You said softly, watching a wide grin outbreak onto Harry’s face. His dimple popping out to say hello.

Instead of giving you a kiss like you thought he might, he bopped his ice cream on your nose. Then it started a competition to see who could wipe away the most ice-cream off their nose with their tongue as possible.

Both of you ended the night having fallen slightly more in love with each other than before.

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harryfan1 they’re goals i cAAANNTTTT

harryfan2 a life like this please?

mitchrowland Can’t believe you’re both boring vanillas

harrystyles @/mitchrowland 👀

harrystyles Love you and all our summer ice-creams together❤️

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Hands - Part 3

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: JJ’s found himself quite taken by the girl that’s now sat in front of him. After he pleased her, it’s time for her to return the favour. Only problem is, he can’t get enough of her taste. He needs more.

A/N: So I’ve been on Tumblr for just over a month now and as Hands was the first thing I ever posted I thought I’d celebrate with a part 3! You don’t have to but it might help if you read the first part of Hands and then the second part is here too. What do we think about a potential part 4? 👀

Warnings: Smut but not all the way just yet, sorry I’m holding out with that for now 👀 Oral, hints of a couple of kinks but nothing major!

“Gonna let me have a touch then?” you asked, your eyes darkening as you looked at the man standing in front of you. You were licking your lips in anticipation, watching him as he stroked himself. You took note of the scratches on his hands and how he’d run his thumb over the tip a few times before concentrating on the length.

“Yeah, I wanna see what you can do,” he replied, his voice dripping in lust. You smiled wickedly, gesturing for him to come closer so you could get to work on him. He had made you feel good, and he deserved for you to return the favour. All through this little exchange, he kept his fingers on his cock, dragging his thumb over the head and letting a moan or two spill from his lips.

“Bet you do,” you teased, grabbing him and spinning the two of you around so he now had his back to the bed and you were facing him. You pushed his shoulder lightly, him instantly falling onto the bed, which made you giggle. He kept his hand on his cock, rubbing himself up and down and dragging his thumb over the slit. He was leaking pre-cum already and he used his thumb to spread it all around his cock. You licked your lips as you watched, sinking down onto your knees in between his legs at the edge of the bed, looking up at him doe-eyed.

You moved your hands onto his thighs, brushing your thumb over his hand before delicately taking his hand, which was wrapped around his cock, away from himself and replacing it with yours. Your hand was smaller than his and the feeling of your soft skin on him made him buck his hips up. You reached to the tip, using the pre-cum leaking from there to spread all over your hand and his cock. You moved your hand off him briefly, spitting into your hand before helping to get him ready for you.

His hands were spread out on both of his thighs fairly casually - that was until you leant in and flicked your tongue over the slit on the tip of his cock. At the sensation of you finally giving him the head he wanted - no, he needed - his fingers gripped onto his own thighs and you saw his knuckles turn white. His head fell back, his eyes half closed as he felt your tongue swirling over the head of his cock. He could barely cope with this, his hips rutting up with every single flick of your tongue.

“Fuck baby; that feels so good,” he growled, one of his hands leaving his thigh and his fingers tangling in your hair. He gripped onto your hair and tugged your head, making the tip slip into your mouth. You decided to carry on rather than move away and soon your tongue was licking up and down the length as one of his hands tangled in your hair and helped you go up and down on his length like he loved. His other hand reached around and he grabbed his balls, squeezing himself lightly and rolling himself with the other hand.

“Yes just like that ma’am,” he managed out, the mix of the pleasure you were giving him and he was adding was too much for him, “Take it all down your throat.” You paused for a moment, initially nervous, before you decide to give him what he wanted and swallow him completely. You took it inch by inch, his hand grabbing and tugging at your hair as you did, until you felt him hit the back of your throat. You’d never done this before but the sensation was so nice, almost intoxicating, and you were desperate for more. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat with every small thrust he did of his hips.

“Good girl,” he moaned, his hand stroking your head as he twirled his fingers in your hair again. He tugged harder and you nearly gagged at your mouth being so full of him, “Taking it so good baby.” You groaned at his words, the moan vibrating and making him thrust into your harder. It was too much and you pulled yourself off him, JJ letting you this time not wanting to push it too far.

After a brief moment, you felt JJ’s hand reassuringly rub your shoulder as he moved his hand to your neck and held it there. You could feel the callouses on his fingers as he stroked them across your skin reassuringly. “Ok?” he asked, a light smile on his lips as he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. You nodded, letting his hand guide your mouth back onto him slowly. You flicked your tongue over the tip before taking him into your mouth inch by inch and slower than ever.

He was moaning so loudly at the feeling, loving how good you were at doing this, and thinking why the hell this hadn’t happened between you before. But he wanted to taste you - he needed to. And in this position there was no way it would happen.

“Get on top of me,” he said, his eyes darkening but yours lighting up with his words, “Please.” You looked at him confused, moving your mouth off of him, and as you briefly paused, he grabbed your hand and linked his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Come and sit on my face, ride me,” he said and you swallowed nervously at the thought. You’d never done that before. “C’mon mama, please,” he said, giving you those puppy dog eyes you knew you were powerless to resist. “I just want a lick, or two.”

Against your better judgement, you did what he said, his strong hands making a firm grip at your sides to help you in place. At first you had tried to straddle him facing him but he’d asked you to turn around so you were facing away from the headboard. “But I’ve got nothing to grip on,” you whined, looking back over your shoulder at him, his hand bruising your hip with how tight he was holding onto you, leaving fingerprint marks there no doubt.

“You’ll just have to hold onto me if you need to then, won’t you cupcake?” he said, his voice so sensual and deep. You nodded and placed your hands on his firm abs, waiting for him to give you permission to sink onto his tongue, which was desperately waiting to taste you again for the second time in the space of an hour.

He moved one hand to tap your bum lightly, making you moan - louder than you would have hoped to - and you dropped your hips down onto him. His tongue immediately found your clit, him flicking it across the tip again and again until you felt that familiar tensing in your muscles at the sensations he was giving you.

The hand that was delicately placed on your ass moved all of a sudden and you silently cursed at the loss of contact. But there wasn’t long to think about that before the palm of his hand came in contact with your skin again, this time a lot harder. It made you jolt forward but his firm grip on your left hip kept you mainly in place. You pushed your body up, using your arms on the bed to hold you in place so he could have a better view of your ass.

“Do that again,” you whined, your body convulsing with every slap he gave you, and every flick of his tongue too. He was so good at this and you couldn’t get enough. He slapped you a few more times, each time harder than the rest until you begged him to stop from the pain.

He let go of his hand on your hip too, moving his fingers of his left hand over your slit and rubbing his thumb against your clit. You moaned out at the sensation. You’d done this to yourself hundreds of times before but it didn’t feel near as good as when he did it for you. You felt the rough skin of his hands brush against your inner thighs as he kept a strong and steady movement of his fingers over where you needed him most.

You rocked your hips in anticipation, pushing them down to try and get him to use his tongue too. It would be a winning combination, you knew that, and you knew you’d be cumming for him in seconds if he did.

Like he heard your silent pleas, he quickly added his tongue in there too, your hands desperately trying to keep you steady as you rocked your hips over his face. He was moaning into your clit, his tongue desperately flicking and drawing little circles on the sensitive bud as he kept going with the movements that had you falling apart on top of him, desperate for more.

His free hand moved round your body and he gripped himself. It was the way his hand gripped so hard, his knuckles going white as he tugged. He was still using his fingers and tongue on you but his rhythm started to get a little sloppy as he chased his own high. It was the way he twisted his hand desperately, trying to get some relief as he fell apart from the sound of your moans.

You were so desperate for him, your voice faltering every time you tried to moan his name. He had two fingers pushing inside you now, roughly, as his tongue focused on your clit as he groaned into your pussy.

“Fuck please J, I can’t hold it,” you said, desperately trying to get off him before you came everywhere, that familiar feeling building up inside you. His hands immediately flew to your bum, pulling you down onto him as he flicked his tongue over your clit in fast circles until he could feel you ready to cum.

“Let it go babe,” he said, pausing his movements for a second but his lips were still pressed against your pussy. He pushed your back down so you were flush against him, your face coming in line with his dick, as the altered angle of his tongue sent you into a whirlwind. “That’s it baby, c’mon,” he said through breaths, only pulling away for a second when he smacked your ass hard.

You screamed out, moans and his name falling from your lips as you felt his hot seed empty on the edge of your mouth as if he had perfectly planned this. Some landed on his stomach too as he came. There had been no warning from him but you held your tongue out for the final few spurts of white liquid and greedily swallowed it.

As you came down from your high, and he surveyed the mess you’d both made, you eventually clambered off him and lied down next to him. You moved your face so it was in line with his stomach as you looked at the mess he’d caused. You leant in and softly lapped the rest of it up, cleaning him best you could and making sure not to miss any drop of his seed which was still on his stomach.

“Got one more round left in you?” you teased, licking your lips as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes were half shut from the pleasure and he groaned at your words, bucking his hips up even further when he felt your tongue flick over the sensitive head. “Want to feel you cumming inside me baby.”

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andromeda-nova-writing · 8 months

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for the publish works asks 👀

🐟 + 🦈 and bonus! 🦭 -- @milkstore

🐟 a fluffy/sweet quote from a published work

“Let’s get you to bed then. As much as I love all sides of you. I don’t think the world is ready for such poetry of ‘Can’t word right’. You might be considered a genius and then how would I be able to see you then?” Ayato stood up and held a hand out.

Late Nights Under the Stars

Cut back to me kicking and giggling as I write this line from this fic. It's so sweet yet so teasing. Making fun of someone with every ounce of love dripping from the words is my favorite thing to see and I will write that shit whenever I get the chance.

(Rest under the cut)

🦈 recommend a complete fic!

Books and Ballgowns

It's a short fic that is about 700ish words. The reader is oblivious without it being overbearing lending this being a fluffy and funny read. It's definitely one of the Kaeya fics I have that I think still holds up super well.

🦭 recommend a partially published wip!

Now I don't have anything partially published but the next wip I have that I think I should be posting soon is Your Help is so Sugary Sweet. It's a fic for Thoma. This is the working summary of the fic (in other words my outline): Reader struggles at making things for a cousin’s bake sale. Reader finds out she can't bake. Thoma comes to save the day. Reader discovers she might have a thing for Thoma at the sight of him rolling out cookie dough.

and to make this partially published I offer a little excerpt of the fic.

Thoma followed behind heading into the kitchen only to be met with the sight of burned sugar cookies and ingredients used up on the counter. It was his own personal nightmare. Dishes were stacked in the sink. Flour and sugar covered the floor. On the counter where the cookies were rolled out, there were spots where dough stuck to the counter from not enough flour being placed down. There was a bowl that contained the yolks from eggs for some ungodly reason. "I was wrong to have faith in you," was all he could say as he processed what he was witnessing. Y/N turned around, lighter in hand. “Thoma!” She whined. “You have a bowl of egg yolk on the counter. How else am I supposed to react? It's like a tornado came through here.” “I thought the cookies would look less yellow. If there’s white cake and yellow cake, doesn't that mean there should be white and yellow sugar cookies?” It was a genuine question with a train of thought that ran off the rails off a cliff into the ocean in the middle of a hurricane.

#Now you understand what I met when I said he will suffer #To be fair if anyone did this in front of me I wouldn't be as nice as he is #As someone who can bake it's really fun to write someone who can not #and gosh darn it i love writing comedy #this is also what I have been referring as Idea 2

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goforth-ladymidnight · 1 year

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👀❄️🤔 please and thank you lol!

From this ask:

👀 - An excerpt from my WIP

My first excerpt can be found here.

In this excerpt, Princess Briony and the frog prince are trying to make their way out of the swamp after dark, then a rescue party finds them. The rescue party includes her younger brother, Phillip (age 17), and their reunion goes something like this:

She hurried toward that welcome [lantern] light, and her brother splashed into the water to meet her. He threw his arms around her and held her tight. “Buttercup [your horse] came back without you,” he said, his voice strained. “We’ve been worried sick.”

She clung to him and rested her head against his solid shoulder with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.”

He released his tight embrace to hold her out at arm’s length. The lantern light behind him revealed his worried frown; he looked so much like their father then, with his blond curls falling over his forehead and his mouth pressed in a grim line.

“Where were you, Ninny?”

She opened her mouth to reply, when a voice from the swamp water at their feet interjected, “She was helping me. No need to call her names.”

Pip staggered back with a surprised splash. With a weary chuckle, Briony crouched to scoop Prince from the water. She held up the dripping frog with a smile. “Pip, meet Prince.”

Her brother stared, then stammered, “How do you do?”

“I was cursed by a witch, and now I’m a talking frog,” Prince said wryly. “I’ve been better.”

Briony chuckled, then turned the frog in her hands to look him in the eye. “Prince, this is my younger brother: Phillip. He calls me Ninny because when he was two, he couldn’t pronounce ‘Briony’. But I don’t mind, because when he was born, I couldn’t pronounce his name, either.” She glanced at her brother with a fond smile. “He’s been Pip to me ever since.”

“Oh,” the frog prince said, then shifted in her hands to face the human prince. “Forgive me for misjudging you.”

“Likewise,” Pip said, sounding dazed.

LOL

❄️ - Toughest aspect of my WIP

I already answered this one here, but in thinking about it, the second toughest aspect of my WIP is coming up with an ending. I know what I want to have happen, but as the frog is now a prince again, I'm not sure how to get from the traditional fairy tale ending to my ending. It's the connective tissue that I'm struggling to write, and I haven't tried hard enough to figure it out (yet).

🤔 - What’s the inspiration behind my WIP

So... that's kind of a complicated answer. I started writing back in October 2020, and my first novel was going to be a combination of "East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon" and "Snow White, Rose Red". Not only is East/West a huge story on its own, it was a huge project to for a fledgling writer to start with. But I was inspired, so I persevered... until I hit a creative block halfway through. After that, I decided to branch out to some smaller projects that were more manageable, and it started making this fairy tale world of mine come to life. Briony is Rose Red's daughter, and while I originally named her Briony as an alternative to Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty), her story quickly turned into a retelling of The Frog Prince. Sleeping Beauty herself is the mother of one of the princes Briony eventually meets in this story (he is NOT the frog prince in question, though), and I like how it turned out much better. :)

Thank you for asking! I'm trying to be more confident when I talk about my original work, and this was good practice. :)

#ask game #wip #my writing #the frog prince retelling

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queenofallimagines · 2 years

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The demon brothers reacting to black mc wash day

The way there are like four black characters in this game but not a single X black reader🤨 like I know you like making all your MC‘s pasty skinny insecure white girls but we don’t do that over here(Also can you notice I got side tracked with beel? Lmao)

Lucifer:

- okay so you may think he’s like thousands of years old so he knows everything about humans but he knows nothing

- He just assumes mammon let’s his hair do whatever

- Honestly thought he was buying all those hair products just to spend money smh

- So when he sees you walking by with a basket full of stuff he’s like??? Is it necessary

- “Hey Luci, mams is out so can you help me do my hair?”

- On the outside he’s all “ahah tiny human needs help”

- But we know he’s a big softy he’s trying not to cry bc that’s so domestic and intimate and he’s a sucker for that stuff

- Especially bc you made it clear(mainly asmo) that nobody could touch your hair without asking first

- “It would be my pleasure.”

- So he’s lowkey overwhelmed by the amount of stuff you have in the counter

- “You use all this???”

- “I got more in my bag”

- ????? Hello??

- But he’s a fast learner and gives great massages

- Got you falling asleep in the sink and he’s just starring at you with heart eyes

- “Next I defangle right?”

- “Yeah”

- Okay so please forgive him

- He’s used to trying-

- Keyword is try

- Ti helo mammon with his hair

- So he is snatching out the knots

- Like you thought your mom or auntie was bad?

- He’s pulling your head ALL the way back

- “LUCIFER”

- “Yeah?”

- Lmao you gotta use the pact to beat his ass

- “If you yank out another clump of my hair I will beat your ass.”

- Takes his time detangling now

- Mammon is laughing bc this why he don’t ask him for help no more

- “Yanked the shit outta your head didn’t he?”

- “BRO WHY IS HE SO ROUGH??”

- He had no idea how to braid so he will ask asmo how to braid your hair in secret

- He learns how to do cornrows pretty fast

- Will kiss your scalp when he thinks your sleeping too

- He loves how you smell

- He’s gon steal ya shea butter and blame it on asmo or mammon and he will lie straight through his teeth

- “I have shea butter already lucifer :/ you ain’t fooling nobody”

- Keeps a red silk bonnet on his room just for you

- Got silk pillowcases too

- He’s about a 6/10 on the scale bc he will give you the worst migraine if your life

Mammon:

- he’s literally black Lmao

- You can argue with ya moms idc he’s black and the devs know it too

- But he’s obviously the best at this

- My boy may have a silk press but you better believe when the humidity hits its back to 4c

- When he hears you complaining about how all your expensive hair products are back in the human realm he bust in with his loud ass

- “As your first man it’s obviously up to me to help u get that head together”

- Sir🤨 what you tryna say

- He’s super nervous bc he’s tender headed and only asmo and Lilith were allowed to touch his scalp

- “You can,,be a little rougher”

- He’s soft as hell lmao

- After wards will take you shopping for hair stuff

- He has like a whole drawer full of durags and bonnets

- “What color you want?”

- He’s the real plug lmao

- You and him be laughing at inside jokes the others can’t understand

- The black body language

- “👀🤨😘”

- “😌😙🥺”

- “What the fuck are y’all saying??”

- Bothering Satan!!

- Bro you can’t tell me he don’t look like any other white boy with a rich dad!!

- “I know he’s not wearing kakis”

- “It’s drip or drown and the water beating his ass”

- Anyway

- He will play prince

- Best wash day playlist on god

- Having Simon join in🥺🥺

- Maybe even helping diavolo not heat damage his hair🥰

- Y’all just have whole sleepovers

- Coordinating wash days so y’all can share products

- Group chat with hair inspo

- Macc daddy mc: okay but what if I pop out with these white locs?

- Mamoney: YOOO I GOT SOME LOC JEWELRY FOR THOSE

- angelfoodcake: I think they would look good in a bun

- Dia: slay!

- I’m sorry but he used aave bc he don’t know what it means like Lucifer is struggling bc he will say Random shit

- You I turn help with his hair

- He is super bougie with his product too

- “This is deep conditioner from the third layer of hell that contains the screams and tears of kkk members.”

- “…. Okay”

- Him and asmo do spa days shut up he’s a model he loves self care

- Right after wash day they do face masks

- Beaks combs

- Like his hair has a life of of its own you gotta ease into that mf bc you will start snapping metal combs

- Very chaotic but relaxing

Leviathan:

- lmao okay so this will be a struggle

- Like a first date with sweaty hands

- He probably buys a black hair salon simulator 😭😭

- Probably dry combs your hair

- Like he thought you were a demon for a sec when you whipped your head around

- “Boy I will rock your shit”

- “🥺🥺 okay”

- Might purposely mess up to have you snap on him at first he likes it when your sadistic

- But he will take it seriously when your a breath away from asking someone else for help

- He got them Gamer hands so he can section and part like a professional

- “Hand me the gel”

- Likes trying different hair styles out

- His favorite is a wash n go bc he likes seeing how it comes out differently every time

- Also you can wear your cute lil bedtime hat🥰

- He sleeps in a whole ass bathtub so he gets silk sheets and comforters and just piles em all in there

- Will wear a silk shirt to sleep bc he usually holds you when y’all slept together

- Will buy cute ruri-Chan clips to put in your hair

- Also devil horn clips that asmo bought you give him a heart attack every time

- Let’s you use his T-shirts as a towel

- Will bitch at you if you all asleep without wearing your bonnet

- “So you not wear the tsl bonnet got you for your birthday?”

- When he learns how to brain he could have half your head done in like 40 mins

- You already know he has all the slice of life anime with black main characters lined up for y’all to watch

- He’s trying his best and he is definitely succeeding

Satan:

- lmao okay so this one is funny

- Mr. Hit me or my father will sue

- He seems like he would get super frustrated and yank your hair out

- But I’ve men him personally and he wouldn’t never do that

- Before you even ask he’s read all the books he can and bothered mammon about it so he’s prepared

- He wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt you anyway

- Prides himself on being better than Lucifer at something

- So when you offhandedly ask him to help with your hair he’s smiling so bright

- “Of course mc I’d love to”

- He’s already in his head trying to figure out which hairstylist

- Like he’s masters regular waves and finger waves

- He’s got this on lock

- He’s so gentle when he’s massaging your scalp

- “We should do a hot oil treatment,,,, just to be safe”

- Can’t be a lazy natural around him no sir

- He bothers you DAILY about your head and always got summ to say

- Like simmer down white boy worry about your cardigan 🙄

- “I can tell you ain’t oil your scalp last night”

- Boy if you don’t-

- Loves twist outs

- He can study your hair more that way

- Like what makes it not come out frizzy,how to make it pop

- Him and asmo are sifting through your hair products to make sure only the best ingredients are in there

- He’s your white knight too

- Anyone try to touch your hair demon or otherwise getting an elbow to the spinal cord no questions asked

- “Do you think your hair has high or low porosity?”

- He got your hair stats sitting in a notebook somewhere

- “High density with very fine strands.”

- Like he knows your hair more than you do

- Buys you a cat shower cap

- Also cat ears

- Cat anything you put on your head really he thinks they make you look cute

- “Mc! Do you want to listen to this audiobook with me? It’s about black hair throughout the decade.”

- Listening to natural hair horror stories on YouTube is a favorite past time

- Another one who loves the small of your products

- Will probably stand super close to you at all times to smell your hair

- “Smells like home”

- Like if he smells cocoa butter a mile away he knows your close by

- Go white boy go!

Asmodeus:

- Tbh he probably don’t know much about your hair

- Yeah he’s helped mams on occasions but that don’t mean y’all got the same hair texture or style

- Mams has like 4 a b and c all over

- You can too but I like to think his head a mess and he got different coils all over the place

- So he’s watching you like a hawk to see what products you be using

- Gets you even more expensive stuff

- “Do I need it tho?”

- “MC! This won’t be available for another century! Of course you need it!!”

- Loves doing puffs and pineapples

- Like he’s the master of doing edges

- So he lies it when he can see them clearly

- “My hard work🥰”

- Plenty of pictures

- # wash day!

- He probably got a long ass routine too so you guys do wash day together

- “You seen my African black soap?”

- “….. no”

- Steals your products too

- He wants to smell like a tropical garden too😡 you gotta share

- Buys you a silk durag that you wear in pictures

- Probably has bonnets that you can only wear in photos too

- His whole bed is silk sheets so don’t even worry

- He will be on your neck tho about your hair like Satan

- “ why is it so frizzy?? Did you not deep condition for 45 mins like I told you?”

- Says your stressing him out when you don’t deangle properly

- Lots of shopping trips

- Will match your outfits with your hair

- “Let me see what your hair looks like we got plans today”

- Favorite style is box braids and a fade

Beelzebub:

- baeby

- Like imma need y’all to stop thinking he’s stupid

- He’s a himbo but he knows about sex like his brother is the avatar of lust stop assuming he don’t know how to use the monster between his legs >:/

- Bc he knows how to EAT if anything else

- Anyway he will wash your hair in the shower

- His arms never get tired so he’s down to help you pull off a fly ass install

- Wig

- Some braids

- Locks

- Anything

- He is always ready and willing to help🥰

- Might eat your products tho

- “Where did my hair mayonnaise go??”

- “That wasn’t for my sandwich???”

- Lmao just get non scented stuff

- Probably gets horny bc you smell so good

- “I want to devour you”

- Go head then😳

- Soft dom but doesn’t know your limits so accidentally fucks you stupid

- Like he never realizes how hard he’s going or how feral he’s being

- So your brainless and drooling

- Tapped out like 5 orgasms ago

- And he’s like “you good?”

- Lmao he does kinda have an idea tho bc your choking on your own words begging him to slow down but he can’t get enough of your expression

- Wash day might as well be blow your back out day tbh

- Bc after you put your hair in that wrap it’s dinner time

- He’s gon make sure you are tired out

- Favorite hairstyle is those cute mini locs you get when your first licking your hair

- I think he likes short hair the most idk

- Let’s you use any of his shorts to dry your hair

- Will take off the shirt he’s wearing to let you dry your hair

- Will always have an umbrella ready in case it starts to rain

- Saw you upset bc it was storming and he bings an umbrella everywhere now

- Cute hair scarves

- Like he got you this cute marble orange scarf that you wear when you go on dates

Belphegor:

- This mf 😒

- I refuse to believe he’s the one that *spoiler for lesson 16*

- He’s literally so cute??? Like that’s a baby if I’ve ever seen one

- Dont let that cute face fool you tho

- He’s an menace

- Especially with hair

- Did you see that selfie he took?

- Yeah he’s a mess he don’t do mu with his hair but let it grow out

- Too tired to help you out with wash day but will hype you up

- Sleepily give you compliments and give cometary when asked

- “Try the other gel it might work better”

- “That Bantu knot of slightly bigger than the other one”

- will make sure your scarf stays safe all night

- 30 silk pillows

- “I stole this one from lucifer”

- Secretly refills your product when you’re running out

- The bottle was almost empty and now it’s completely full

- Will massage your scalp when washing your hair in the sink

- “This feels so domestic”

- He’s very soft about it

- Smiling the entire time

- Tells you you look cute to get you flustered

- Buys you cute hair accessories

- Like where did that cow hair pin come from?

- Definitely not him

- If your getting nasty he will ruin the whole mood to put your scarf on lmao

- “Ayo wait a min”

- Keeps one bonnet hidden in all his sleeping spots

- Just in case

- If your products got lavender in it he will fall asleep right next to your head

- “You smell so good I couldn’t resist mc”

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wolfwarden · 2 years

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Isn’t it worth a little suffering? 👀👀👀 I love that one :D

-Sky Floor

(In response to the “WIP Meme” game, where I promised every ask about a WIP gets YOU a snippet and makes ME do a 15min writing sprint for it. Asks are still welcome.)

Thanks for making me work on this one @skyward-floored ! This fic truly lives up to its name and makes me suffer. ;)

["Isn't It Worth a Little Suffering?" Synopsis: Warriors ('Link') and Mask clash over the use of the Fierce Diety mask in battle. But the Deity has plans of his own, and giving up the use of Mask's body isn't one of them.]

~~~

The soldier before him notes Link’s approach with a start. “Captian! Good morning!” He holds out a steaming bowl and smiles pleasantly.

A spark of familiarity hits Link and he fumbles for the man’s name. “Thank you…Corin.” Was that it?

The man’s smile wobbles and the bowl trembles slightly in his outstretched hand. “Y-you remember me, sir? Of course, you do. I… I shouldn’t be surprised…”

Alarm ringing through him, Link quickly accepts the food and notes the man’s bloodshot eyes and haggard appearance. “When did you last get some rest, Corin?” he asks gently.

Corin shakes his head, face twisting into an odd expression. Was it pained? Link couldn’t quite tell.

“Don’t waste your worry on me, Sir. I told them I could work today and I will.”

“I see.” Now that he’s looking for the signs, it’s clear that Corin is struggling to maintain his composure. As always, Link’s mind scrambled for a way to fix what was in front of him. But he couldn’t think of anything beyond the young soldier’s name. He had a vague recollection of being introduced to him by an older- Wait, his brother! He has an older brother! The two faces swim in Link’s mind but no name resurfaces for the older one. No matter. He’d keep his ear open. Maybe send word to Corin’s brother to check in on his sibling. Or at least keep Corin talking and perhaps he could piece together what he was missing. “Could I get a second bowl for Mask?”

Corin stiffens. “Your shadow isn’t with you this morning?”

“Still asleep.”

He grunts. “Worn out from the battle yesterday, no doubt. Lucky.”

“Excuse me?”

“Lucky that the Mask survived.”

Something about that phrasing rankles Link. The way some of the soldiers use Mask’s title like a designation for a thing instead of a nickname for a person.

Still, Link does his best to answer neutrally. “Yes, he’s quite skilled.”

Corin nods, gazing unfocused into the bubbling pot before him. “I guess that’s what sets the heroes apart from us regular sort. Even miniature ones.” He laughs, the sound weak and humorless. “You can have all the skills in the world, but the heroes are the ones to escape. Not men like me. Not men like my brother.”

An icy pit forms in Link’s stomach.

“They found him after the battle last night. Were able to identify the body. He can be buried, at least.”

His brother was a part of Mask’s unit. The men who- Link doesn’t know how to respond. He fumbles for the proper words but can only say, “I’m sorry for your loss. The people of Hyrule will remember his sacrifice and the lives he saved are no doubt a testament to his bravery.” The words seem shamefully hollow when Link couldn’t even remember the dead man’s name.

Corin nods jerkily. “They said he was still holding his spear. Fought til the end, I’m sure…” His grip on the ladle is so tight the knuckles are white.

“I’m sorry,” Link says again, remembering the field of bodies, monster and soldier alike strew about. Blood dripping from a double helix blade. A captain arriving too late to stop a god on a war path.

“I wish I knew what did him in,” Corrin says. “I’d have liked to tear the creature apart. But I guess it was taken care of in the end, right?” The man’s eyes bore into Link. “There was no one left but the little one?”

Link responds with lips gone numb, “Yes.”

Corin huffs out a shaky breath. “So be it.” He nods to himself and, on a sudden impulse, grabs the canteen hanging from his belt and raises it high. “The monster that killed my brother,” he growls out, “may he rot in the lowest reaches of Din’s dungeons.”

Link pulls his canteen free as well and bobs it briefly upward. “Yes… the monster that killed him.”

Corin clunks their drinks together and takes a quick gulp of his own before jerking an arm across his eyes. “My apologies for rambling on, Sir.”

Link startles to attention. “No, not at-”

“You’ll be waiting for that second bowl!” Corin hastily fills a bowl and hands it over. “For the little lucky one,” he says, the forced cheer casting an eerie chill over Link.

There’s nothing more to do but thank the man and step away, feeling he’d lingered too long and at the same time not stayed nearly long enough. Nothing he did ever seemed to be enough.

#wip ask game #linked universe #WolfWarden Writes #lu warriors #Isn't It Worth a Little Suffering?

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jaeyleo · 3 years

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20 whump prompt with Chase and Anti? 👀

Whumpee has zero independence, (whumper feeds them, bathes them, dresses them, etc).

tws: loss of independence, dehumanization, delirium, hallucinations

i’d like to say this takes place in the puppet!pink au, where pseudo steals chase away for six months instead of henrik :3 i wanted to make more content for this hdnxjsjzjs

. . .

Six months have passed. They’ve just entered a seventh.

Pink stares at the calendar posted on his bedroom wall. It’s somewhere in February, that’s what the page says . But he isn’t sure exactly... did February come first or last? And what day is it, what time is it? When did he get here?

Pseudo sits on the bed. Pink sits on the floor. The doll’s hair is combed neatly away from its face, carefully pulling out every tangle. It drips with water and smells of pretty conditioner, sweet and made for dolls just like him.

“What day is it?” Pink asks, watching the numbers on the calendar shift and change. 1 switches places with 7, and 9 has turned upside down. 5, 6, 1, 8, 6. He huddles into himself as he watches, covered only by shorts and a towel.

“Today is Saturday,” Pseudo replies. “Saturday, 6th of February.”

“Saturday. 6th.”

“Mhmm...”

Pink closes his eyes as the comb’s teeth scratch at his scalp for the last time. A sigh breathes out his nose, relaxing, relaxing, relaxing...

“I probably should have gotten you dressed before I combed your hair,” says Pseudo. “What do you think?”

Pink tilts his head. “What do you think?” he mimics. Pink doesn’t think like that, not with decisions.

A kiss is planted on the top of the doll’s hair, and he melts. Good boy, good boy, it can hear Pseudo say, and Pink mimics that in a whisper.

The calendar dates continue to melt. There are no numbers anymore, just empty squares and the word Yraurbef posted at the top.

“What day is it?” Pink asks.

“Saturday the 6th of February,” Pseudo says again, picking out clothes for his doll. Today, he will dress in a white button down with black overalls and dress shoes, and a black Irish cap. If he gets cold, there is a matching jacket to put on.

“Saturday the 6th,” Pink murmurs, sitting up with hearts eyes as he sees what clothes are picked for him.

. . .

“Don’t,” Chase spits. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch me.”

Pseudo smiles wide, laying the doll’s clothes out on the bed. He points to the calendar on the wall.

“Three months,” he says. “Three months and you’ll adore this part of your day.”

Chase curls his lip. “You’re a fucking creep.”

The monster nods, stepping closer to get him dressed. “You’ll soon adore that, too.”

. . .

When breakfast time comes, Pink sits in the chair closest to the wall. He places his hands in his lap, looks forward, and plasters a small smile on his face. He stays still, silent, smiling soft. Just like a doll.

A plate of pancakes, toast, and bacon is placed in front of him. He doesn’t move from his position until Pseudo raises a bite to his mouth, and gives him a command. “Eat.”

Pink opens his mouth, and Pseudo feeds him. Every morning, every afternoon, and every evening, their routine is the same. It’s structured. It’s comfortable.

When he is allowed to speak again, he thinks, he’ll ask what day it is. He’ll ask what day it is, he’ll look at Pseudo with big eyes and ask if he was good without saying a word. He’ll ask what day it is, he’ll ask what time it is. Oh! He’ll look at Pseudo with big eyes and ask if he was good without saying a word at all. He’ll wonder what they’ll do together today. He’ll ask what day it is. He’ll ask what day it is. He’ll ask what day it is. What time is it?

. . .

Chase’s eyes are fogged and glossy as he sits in his chair. His arms are restrained behind him, head laying back. The ceiling crawls and melts all over the kitchen. Is he being spun or is he just dizzy?

Pseudo brings a bite of food to Chase’s lips. They’re pale, cracking. His eyes are sunken and his ribs show.

“Eat,” Pseudo says softly, and Chase can only look at him.

Pseudo opens his mouth, crooning softly at the doll. Eventually it opens its mouth too, and accepts the food given. With dead eyes, it stares at its captor, hoping to be fed rat poison.

. . .

“What day is it?” Pink asks, sitting pretty and still where Pseudo positioned him in the living room.

“Saturday the 6th of February,” Pseudo says. He holds a camera up, and takes a picture.

“What time is it?”

“Uhh....” Pseudo starts, and the camera clicks again. He supposes it doesn’t matter what time he says, so he doesn’t bother to check. “4:30.”

“4:30.”

Pink’s eyes close during one of the pictures. The clicks of the camera echo in his ears, and the light shining through the windows feels far too bright. He looks to the wall, and watches the texture in the paint twist and turn and dance. The floors move beneath him. He wonders how Henrik is doing.

“What day is it?”

“Saturday...”

Pseudo flips through the pictures, trying to decide which ones to keep and which ones to send back to England.

“What day is it?”

The monster smiles, kissing the picture he’ll send to Stacy. To Henrik. To the kids Pink barely remembers. The kids Chase broke for.

“A good one,” Pseudo says, and takes one more picture to keep.

#i like this one but also the structure is a little weird so i’m sorry if it’s confusing!#puppet pink #we stan!!!!#puppet!pink #don’t remember which one i tagged it as #its a fic #jacksepticeye #jse egos #jacksepticeye egos #chase brody #bro average #antisepticeye #my egos #writers of jack #jacksepticeye fanfiction #writing prompts #whump prompts

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oh man bro i am 👀 at all those wip titles BUT WHATS THE SELKIE AU WHOS THE SELKIE AU ABOUT!!!!!!!!

send me an ask with a wip title and I’ll talk about it and/or post a snippet!

okay, dang, this is actually a fic I started in 2018? the idea was to write a kid fic with selkie!Natsume taking shelter with the Tanumas while he searched for his missing pelt. this was supposed to be out for Tanuma’s birthday but...lol. his birthday is coming up again tho! maybe I can finally finish it

“Kaname-kun, how are you?

Kaname looks up from his spot in the grass that he and Takashi have chosen for their impromptu picnic. They are a little ways away from the temple, under the long branches of a tree.

“Natori-san,” Kaname greets in surprise. “Do you need to speak with my dad?”

The older boy laughs. “No, no, I’m simply out enjoying the sunshine.” His eyes stray to Takashi who shrinks a little at the scrutiny. “Who’s your friend?” he asks.

“This is Takashi,” he introduces. Then he turns to his friend, “Natori-san was at the temple a few days ago.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Takashi’s voice is small.

The teen grins. “The pleasure is mine,” he says. “But please, both of you, Shuuichi is fine.” He pauses for a moment and then asks, “You wouldn’t happen to be the friend Kaname-kun was talking about last time, would you?”

Kaname doesn’t like the way the teenager says that; like he knows something that they don’t and is holding it over their heads. Still, there is no reason to hide the information, despite his bad feelings, so Kaname confirms with a nod.

The blond’s eyes shine. “Forgive me for prying,” he says in a way that makes Kaname think he isn’t actually all that concerned, “But are you staying with Tanuma-san then?”

Takashi nods again.

“I see. Trouble at home?”

Kaname’s jaw drops. “Natori-san...I don’t think—”

“Shuuichi, Kaname-kun,” the blond corrects. Turning back to Takashi, he asks, “Could it be that you’re having trouble returning home?”

Takashi’s face, which had been open and vulnerable, hardens. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing really. I’m just making conversation.” he says, false pleasantness dripping from his voice. “But if you have any information you’d like to share, I’m all ears.”

The white haired boy stands abruptly. “Let’s go, Kaname,” he stalks off towards the beach. Kaname races to catch up.

“Are you looking for something there?” Natori calls after them. “Something you lost, perhaps?”

Beside him, Takashi tenses and freezes in place.

“Or maybe something that was taken from you?” the blond continues.

Takashi takes a breath and moves forward once more. Together, they step onto the mossy path towards the beach. Natori’s eyes burn into them every step of the way.

#wips #b writes #asks #thanks for the ask taylo!#p sure the link only works on desktop rip #natsuyuu #b posts #ask game #b answers

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