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Someone stole my art for their own shop on redb*bble :)
if you see the user “BobbieVonRueden” Don’t buy from them. They’re reuploading a lot of PN works that are already on RB or elsewhere, so if you have a shop too you might wanna check to see if they also yoinked yours and report them.
[Image Description: A screenshot of a Redbubble listing. A T-shirt with stolen artwork of Dr. Loboto, titled “People Call Me Doctor Loboto [Text V...]” by BobbieVonRueden. End Description.]
#exotxts#art theft#i feel bad using the main tags to spread the word but#psychonauts#dr loboto#sorry;;#i'll make it up with arts later lol
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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader
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Notes and TW: Last chapter! Side stories will follow. Thank you for sticking with this series for so long! This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!
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7:30 P.M. DD/MM/YYYY
I thought I knew the truth for a while—that this world existed inside a story. That this was a world which revolved around a nameless, faceless, flawless main character. This entire world around me existed to serve one purpose: to present trials to the main character until she eventually finds a happy ending with her one and only. This world was created for “(Y/N).”
I was Friend A. Friend A was never mentioned again after page two of that story.
It turns out that I was sort of wrong. This world is made for stories, from stories, and (Y/N) happened to be the main character at the time. Now that I’m the author, I made myself the main character.
You wrote “story” and “world” so much that they hardly look like real words anymore. The tip of your pen hovers over the first page of your journal. It’s your first time keeping one, and you aren’t certain how to proceed. What tone do you use? Should it be informal or professional? How long should each entry be? How detailed should you make it?
The trapdoor to the attic flips open. Floyd’s head pokes through it like a garden eel in the sand.
“Whatcha doin’ over there? Still lookin’ for that manuscript?”
You shake your head. The manuscript for (Y/N)’s story disappeared without a trace after your meeting with Hans. No matter how hard you searched, nothing turned up, so you could only assume he retrieved it.
“No use in looking for it. I’m starting on my journal.” The pen twirls in your hand. “I’m not really sure how I want to write it.”
He hoists himself up and saunters over to where you’re curled up at the window. He peers at your handwriting. Flippantly, he flops on the floor next to you and yawns.
“Who caaares. Write whatever ya feel like writin’. It’s not like the one before was any good.”
The previous author’s manuscript was riddled with inconsistencies, plot holes, and grammar mistakes. It wouldn’t be a massive problem. Hans would simply have to work harder to fill in the gaps.
“The previous one failed, though.”
“Then just don’t fail.” He grins up at you. “Easy, right?”
You pinch his nose, laughing when he swats at your hand.
“Easier said than done.” Despite that, his words ease the burden on your shoulders just a bit. You don’t need to overthink this. It’s your story, yours to tell however you’d like. “Thanks for the advice, though.”
“Sure, sure.” Your name rolls off his tongue dismissively. “You worry too much.”
You glance at him. “You’ve been calling me ‘Red Handfish’ recently, why’d you switch back to my name?”
The lamplight glints in Floyd’s eyes briefly, then he closes them. A lazy grin spreads on his lips.
“I was calling ya ‘Red Handfish’ ’cuz I was hopin’ you’d get your hands all red and bloody again.” A huff of air escapes him. “Shoulda been there when you beat up the security.”
“Typically, you’re supposed to not hope I’m beating up your men.”
“It’s fine. Not like Jade and I need much protectin’.” His voice quiets down to a mumble. “You’re enough for security or whatever.”
His voice trails off at the end. Soon, quiet snores fill the attic. Seeing that he isn’t planning on disrupting your writing, your attention returns to your journal. Following his advice might not be a bad idea.
My main priority was to break the curse on Mr. and Mrs. Leech. I thought I’d have to ask (Y/N) to reach out to Vil Schoenheit or write something in this journal, but it turns out I didn’t have to do anything. Hans went ahead and nudged the odds in my favour already. At least, I suspect he had a hand in it. But I’m never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I’ll happily accept that Walrus’s team and our own people have found a way to break the curse.
Azul was slightly disappointed that he didn’t manage to find a method on his own. He really wanted to put the twins in his debt, but I guess he’ll have to sulk. His specialty is potions, after all. Not curses. He’s also a little salty because this implies Vil Schoenheit is still more skilled than him on the subject of curses. His competitive nature never dies down when it comes to other competent people, even after all these years.
Anyway, the curse was undone three days ago. They’ve woken up perfectly stable and healthy, if a little tired. The twins have spent nearly every waking hour in their room. I’m glad they’re all looking much more lively.
Their parents wanted to go right back to work, but Jade and Floyd have been very insistent on making sure they rest. Right now, Jade and his parents have decided to split up the work equally, but Jade plans on eventually relinquishing his position as the temporary head of the Leech Mafia. He doesn’t want it back anytime soon. His parents might want him to keep observing their work, but I think he’ll take a long breather after the Carpenter Mafia dissolves. He says he wants to join a research lab on fungi. I’m sure he’ll enjoy himself there.
Speaking of Jade’s interests, Floyd owes him quite a bit for breaking his terrariums. You cast a glance at the twin dozing off on the floor. Jade’s been working him hard. Just as you’re about to pull a knitted blanket off the window seat and drape it over his torso, Jade climbs up to the attic.
“Ah, I thought I might find you two here.” He ignores your shushing motion, speaking nearly louder than his usual conversational volume. “Have you made any progress on that journal?”
“Keep it down, Floyd’s sleeping.”
“Oh? I suppose he is.” He smiles as though he’s entirely innocent. “Even though he should be running an errand on the west side of the city right now. Isn’t that so, my dear brother?”
Floyd stirs, brows furrowing as he grumbles. “Fuck off, man.”
“I’m afraid you’re late. Why don’t you head out? It wouldn’t do for you to procrastinate.” Jade leans over him, his shadow eclipsing Floyd’s face. The latter gripes some more before rolling away and hopping right through the trapdoor. His footsteps echo through the halls, eventually leading to the sound of the front door.
“He’s tired. You should let him rest.” You close your journal and set it beside you.
He kneels by your seat and rests his head on your knee. Gingerly, you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair. His entire body melts against the wall and your knee.
“I am also tired.” His eyelids drop halfway, a pitiable pout on his lips. “Much more so than he is, I’m sure.”
“And what? You want a gold medal for the Fatigue Olympics?” Despite your words, your other hand holds his jaw, thumb brushing over his cheek. “Come on, get off the floor. It can’t be comfortable.”
He sighs in contentment. “With the way you’re touching me, I have half a mind to stay where I am.”
You’ve come to realize that Jade acts this way when he’s looking for attention, and he only actively looks for attention from you. With a sigh escaping the smile on your lips, you ease his head off your knee and move your legs so that your feet touch the floor. He has the gall to look like a kicked puppy.
“You’re so dramatic.” You pat the cushioned space next to you. “Sit up here.”
It’s like his fatigue disappears as soon as you extend the invitation. He wastes no time in sitting next to you, his thigh pressing against yours. One of his hands reaches behind you. You feel it causing the cushions to shift under you as he uses it to support his weight. Strangely, it feels more intimate than if he had touched you directly. The knowledge that his arm is there creates a sense of security. Sturdy, safe, like the face of a cliff that has your back. He’ll never be a threat to you. You think back to what you once thought of people who trust Jade, and you wonder if you’re a fool, desperate, or if you have something on him.
It might not be so bad to be a fool once in a while.
You lean into his side and rest your head on his shoulder. A pause, followed by the light pressure of his cheek against your hair. His body is cool to the touch like always, and you find comfort in it.
“I’ll help you make new terrariums to replace the ones Floyd broke.”
“How kind of you.” The hand behind you lifts, only to find its place on your waist, securing you to his side. “In that case, I should consider what I’d like to grow in them. Lichen would decorate some surfaces well, but I doubt it would be possible.”
“Lichen?” You often see it back home near the shore. “Why not?”
“It cannot survive in a closed system like my terrariums.” His voice lowers to a soft, almost sweet tone. “It requires clean, fresh air, outside the confines of a box that I control. The charm of keeping a terrarium is that I control every factor within it, down to what lives or dies. But despite the fact that it eludes my grasp, I adore observing its beauty in the environment where it thrives.”
Somehow, you don’t think he’s talking about lichen anymore.
“Lichen grows on trees and rocks, right?” You think about the cliffside. Patches of pale green life covered the rocks where you met Jade. It brought a sort of earthy, rustic quality to the area. “It’s pretty. I think I’ve seen a few of your photos focusing on it.”
“Yes, it needs to be anchored to a sturdy surface.” He adjusts his grip on your waist. “Unassuming, allowing other elements of the scenery to shine, but charming and effective in its own right.”
You don’t want to ask if he’s referring to you. He’ll surely tease you for being self-absorbed. However, you are not so prideful as to not acknowledge what he’s trying to say.
“I sort of understand wanting to be anchored to something.” You place one hand over his. “It’s easier to let my guard down when there’s something that can protect my back.”
“Allow me to assist you with that.” He intertwines your fingers. “If you must be anchored to something, I’ll be more than happy to provide you with support forever, until you ask me to stop.”
“All this talk about ‘forever.’” A grin pulls at your lips. There’s no harm in teasing him once in a while. “It’s like you’re trying to marry me. What’s with that, huh?”
His entire body freezes. You lift your head from his shoulder, trying to look at his face.
“Jade? I was joking—”
He gently presses against your temple, his wrist blocking your eyes as he guides your head back down to his shoulder. What a letdown. This time, you really wanted to see his expression.
“Incidentally,” he says, “would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”
“You changed the topic way too abruptly.” Laughter bubbles in your throat. “I thought you were better at making conversation than that.”
“I’m inclined to disagree.” He doesn’t elaborate. “Are you free tomorrow evening? We can book a reservation for that restaurant you wanted to try.”
Usually, you wouldn’t turn it down. But . . .
“Sorry, I’ll be out with (Y/N) all day.” You’ve missed her. And after she called you in distress over losing the polaroids you took together, you promised to replace them with new ones. There’s so much you have yet to do with her. “Maybe the day after?”
Jade sighs loudly, as though he’s the most pitiful being in the world. Amidst teasing laughter, you close your journal and focus your attention on him. It’s alright to take your time writing it. Your story is a process that does not need to be rushed. It may only be a page at the moment, but one day, you’re sure this journal will fill with your experiences, plans, and thoughts. You will continue on living as your own person—not a side character or a main character in a grander scheme, but as yourself. To live as a human being with your unique experiences—that is your story.
#twisted wonderland#disney twst#jade leech#twst jade#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#twst fanfic#mafia au#floyd leech#multi chap fic#slow burn has burned#thanks for reading so far!
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Not liking a driver does not give you a free pass to bodyshame them, or to wish literal death and severe harm on them, or to be racist and/or xenophobic towards them. Not liking a team doesn't give you a right to do the above to those afflicted with the team either, or to be misogynistic towards the women involved with those teams. Not liking which team or driver someone supports, does not give you a right to do any of the above.
The drivers and the teams may never see the hate you spill but wait. We all know that they do;
Nicolas Latifi got such severe death threats he had to hire security
I'm not touching on the disgusting racist abuse faced by many of the drivers because there has been far too much to easily unpack but I do want to note that it got so bad last year that Alex for instance got such severe abuse last year his fans had to tell his family to go offline for a few days (not to forget the people who made up conspiracies about him and used his mother's past as a means to justify the abuse they were directing towards him).
I'll never forgot the amount of sexist hate directed at Hannah Schmitz, one of the few and one of the most recognizable women in the paddock who has lead red bulls strategy department the last couple of years, - because apparently women in motorsport are only valid if they're not under the red bull umbrella - which got so bad multiple of the drivers called it out publicly.
The multiple conspiracies created about and general racial discrimination faced by Yuki and Zhou which was and continues to be encouraged and spread by primarily the English speaking journalists and commentators
Let's not forget the sexist chants sung about Sophie Kumpen; Max's mother at Monza, or the literal death threats that were sent to his sister and young nephews.
The way some of you talk about Michael Schumacher, I don't have the words. The ski jokes has not once in the last decade been funny.
I could go on and on. I could literally do this all day.
Sure the drivers might never see it but that doesn't mean nobody will and we all see how conditional any form of your allyship is. "Racism is wrong unless it's about x, sexism is wrong unless it's about y, death threats are wrong unless it's about z, etc". Do better. You cannot claim the moral high ground, if you do any of the above, no matter how much higher you perceive yourself to be than the person you're directing the above towards.
As for death wishes or crash wishes, cop yourselves on to fuck. I would never wish what I've been through, what my family has been through, on my worst enemy, let alone some driver I'll probably never even meet. F1 is nowadays a safe enough sport but that has not always been the case and there is still no 100% guarantee of completely safety. The risk is still there even with all the advancements in safety. So many drivers have lost their lives or have had their lives altered forever as a result of a crash. Some of the drivers on the current grid are directly impacted or know those whose lives have been lost or altered because of a crash. Nearly everyone on that grid has a story. Some of you have their photos as your icons as you wish literal death and injury on their coworkers, their friends. They would be beyond disgusted by you. I can name far too many drivers who lost their lives in this sport, it shouldn't take naming them to make people realize that wishing for some to die like they did is a disgusting act. If it were to come true, would you celebrate? Would you cheer as the red flag came out? I don't think I want to know the answer, considering some of the things I've seen in the main tags over the last couple of years (see that one person who wanted to violently and literally stab and kill a driver or see that disgusting poll about which way would be best to literally kill another driver).
Don't start with but x did this or y fans did that, if they jumped off a cliff, would you? Why are you so eager to lower yourself to what you feel are their low standards or morals? And I don't blame a driver for the actions of someone who calls themselves a fan while doing anything that I've mentioned in this post, because they're not fans, they're people who use the driver they claim to back as a shield and as an excuse for their appalling behavior.
Also, if you have to say "I don't like driver x but I agree nobody deserves this type of abuse", get rid of everything before the but. You don't have to like someone to offer them basic respect or human decency.
#f1#formula 1#formula one#max verstappen#sebastian vettel#charles leclerc#mick schumacher#fernando alonso#alex albon#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#oscar piastri#yuki tsunoda#nyck de vries#sergio perez#checo perez#lance stroll#carlos sainz junior#carlos sainz#nicholas latifi#kevin magnussen#zhou guanyu#valtteri bottas#george russell#lewis hamilton#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#i think that's everyone but honestly I'm not 100% sure#i might delete this later because it feels v preachy but Christ i had to get it off my chest
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@woosanbby : since he’s getting a lot of attention from atinys, which makes him spend less time with his gf, she is then wearing the sexiest dress on a dinner date with him and purposely winks to dudes hollering at her (you can imagine where that leads at the end👀)
Queenie, I made this so much more sad and toxic than you probably wanted me to LMAO But I hope you'll enjoy this either way <3
ATTENTION || CHOI SAN
Genre: Smut, Angst
Pairing: Bf!San x Fem reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings/tags: Idol!AU, dirty language, sextoys, rough sex, jealousy, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex, fingering, angry sex, fighting, toxic relationship, namecalling (slut, whore), crying, degrading
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ENJOY!
"This is how you wanna do it, huh? Such a fucking little..." San grunted. He had pushed you against the door in the bathroom stall of the restaurant you went to.
Your little dress didn't leave much to the imagination and the attention you got from other men made you smirk at him. San did not like that.
"You think you can just flirt with other men, right in front of my eyes? You just want me to wreck your pussy, don't you?"
You nodded and whined as he attacked your neck with his lips and tongue. "God, San," you moaned.
"Well you're gonna wait until we get home. You better behave."
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When you and San got back to your apartment he did not waste any time to press you against the wall, not even making it out of the hallway. He dropped to his knees and pulled your panties down from under your dress. San spread your legs and swung one of them over his shoulder, only to see the bullet vibrator stuffed in your hole.
You looked down at him, red of embarassment. ''Sanie, I can explain...''
''Such a fucking whore, aren't you, princess? Not even telling me you've been fucking yourself on that little thing all night? You've been getting off on all the attention the guys gave you, hm?'' San scoffed as he pulled the vibrator from you.
''If you're not giving me any attention, I'll have to get it elsewhere,'' you spat. He felt it sting in his heart a little, because he knew you meant it and it wasn't just something you said to tease him.
''Are you really bringing this up right now? With my face in front of your pussy?'' San said, clearly annoyed, ''You can never find the right timing can you?''
''San you drive me fucking crazy, can't you listen to me just for once, like can't we talk?'' you whined out as he nearly ripped his dress off your body, revealing your bare chest and sucking at your nipples immediately.
''Talking is where stuff goes wrong with us princess,'' he grunted against your breast as he took nearly the whole breast in his mouth. You groaned and ran your hands through his hair, feeling the warmth of his tongue make your skin tingle.
''F-Fuck you, Choi San,'' you said, tears filling your eyes. ''I love you too princess.'' He pushed his thick middle- and ringfinger into your sopping cunt. ''You hate me so much, hm?''
You moaned loudly as San increased the pleasure by scissoring his fingers in your cunt. ''O-Oh my God, San! Fuck you!''
''Don't think you can tease me and fucking get away with it, you slut,'' he grunted, pumping his fingers in and out of your hole at a rapid pace. ''You just want attention so bad, such a fucking attention whore. As long as your pussy gets filled right? You'll settle for anything, wouldn't you?''
''Ruin my fucking pussy Choi San, since that's all you're fucking good for, you do nothing else than fuck my pussy and hurt me,'' you cried out.
You moaned out his name as you dug your nails into his shoulders. His face was only a few centimetres away from yours and the tension was rising rapidly. He stared you right in the eyes as he fucked your cunt with his fingers. San wasn't one to shy away, and he kept looking in your eyes as long as he kept fingering you.
''O-Oh my god, I'm gonna cum! G-Gonna fucking cu-cum!'' you screamed as you came all over his fingers. His eyes didn't say anything else than disappoinment. ''Fucking whore.'' he spat. ''You make me feel so fucking miserable.''
Tears rolled over your eyes as you pressed your lips on San's, kissing him roughly. You stumbled through your apartment and just made it to your bedroom when you pushed him off you, nearly pushing him to the ground. You ripped off his buttoned shirt, not caring if you ripped the buttons. San yanked down his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his hard cock.
''You never learn your lesson do you?'' San scoffed as he pulled your hair down so you fell on your knees in front of him. ''Such a fucking bully aren't you? Shouldn't you treat your girl nicely to get your dick wet?'' you spat. ''Shouldn't you not act like a whore to everyone else?''
You stared at your boyfriend for a second before going down on him. He ran his hands through your hair as you bobbed your head up and down his length.
''Suck that big cock, fucking whore, you like that huh? You like choking on that dick? Shall I fuck your mouth a little? You look so pretty with those mascara stains on your cheek, hm?''
You moaned around his cock and gagged as he fucked your mouth. After a few minutes he pulled out and laid you down on the bed. ''You just stay with me to use me for my body hm? Only to get laid. You don't actually care about me do you?''
San plunged his cock into you before you could even think of an answer. ''I fucking hate you, San,''you cried out as tears flowed over your tears. San abused your cunt, fucking you so hard and rough you knew it was going to hurt for the next few days.
''P-Please, Please!'' you moaned.
''Please what, huh? Wanna cum on my cock? Thought you hated me so much, but you just want my cock, cannot get enough like a proper cockslut,'' he groaned.
You cried as he fucked you deeper, chasing his own release. ''Go ahead then, slut, cum on my cock.'' You whined as you felt his fingers on your clit, making you climax over his cock. He spilled his seeds in you not much later, milking himself empty in your cunt.
He laid next to you afterwards, closing his eyes as he felt your body shake beside him.
It wasn't healthy, but you couldn't get enough of his attention.
It was all you knew.
All you wanted.
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Screeches to a halt in a cloud of dust HELLO I'M LATE I'M SORRY. The first Saturday of a fresh month is tomorrow, which means it's time for another community art party hosted by [VS] Verdant Shield! Last week I ran a(n also late) poll and the winner was Rata Sum, a place we haven't been since the very first small test party all the way back in January!
For those who haven't heard of them before, art parties are an idea carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - big (or small!) get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! Put together your most eye-catching look, find someone who inspires you, and get to work! Afterwards, everyone uses the party-specific tag (ours is #VSArtParty) to share their creations so others can see and spread the love around via reblogs! The tl;dr I always say for these is this: the 'goal' of an art party isn't to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!
Party details are in the image above, but I'll toss an expanded text version under the cut with things like /squadjoin information!
Location Details:
A guildmate suggested we have the party down by the docks this time so we could have a boat party, and I totally agree! I may have put Antidawn Anchorage as the primary land point, but if you have a skiff feel free to take to the water as well! Worth noting that in order to interact with others' skiffs you must be in the same party or squad, and you do not need to have a skiff of your own to interact with a party/squad member's one!
Now, for those not familiar with Rata Sum, here's a quick image of the spot in question, which can be reached by taking the Antidawn Anchorage or Dawnside Quay asura gates nearby the Magicat Court (Antidawn) and Metrical Court (Dawnside) Waypoints:
Time & Squad Details:
As always, the party will consist of two separate events, with an hour break in between (though technically people jump from one to the other immediately anyway so the NA one tends to 'start' earlier than the scheduled time).
The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Toxicologist Mosse for an invite.
The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite.
IMPORTANT NOTE (mostly for the NA party): If you join and the squad is at or above 45 members, please just taxi into the right map and then hop out of squad to allow others to do the same! Essentially all conversation now happens in say chat so you won’t miss out on anything by being outside of squad!
Closing Words:
My apologies for the extremely short notice on this one everyone, I've been slapped with a bunch of IRL stuff (it's nothing bad, don't worry!) that's kept me out of the game for longer than I'd hoped. With all the exciting game news buzzing around lately though, I might just have to set aside some proper time to let myself get invested in this again, we'll see! Anyway, as always, thank you so much to everyone who comes out to these events and helps make them so special - I can't wait to see you all again tomorrow night! ♥
#screaming crying throwing up etc etc i'm so sorry this is late like unironically sorry#my computer and desk have been in shambles from a relocation/rebuild the past few days x.x#gw2#guild wars 2#obnoxious tourist simulator#vsartparty#📢🎨
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Tell me your nalu headcanons or I WILL start biting <3
*cracks knuckles* this is going to be a LONG post
(And most of these are self indulgent but I tried to keep them as in-character as much as it can be)
(A lot of these are also really random)
here we go:
-Lucy writes ambiguous love poems to vent about her feelings for Natsu (not a story or anything too obvious because she knows Natsu will go though and read her stuff)
-one time she accidentally left one of her poems at the guild and it spread around and Natsu kept bothering her about it and she was mildly annoyed at first but then she sorta hit her limit and stormed off home for the rest of the day
-Natsu realised it was probably a sensitive topic but he just really wanted to know who she was writing some ambiguous sappy love poem for (not that he knew that much about what it implied because he isn’t that smart enough to decode the fancy words)
-He sheepishly apologised the next day and Lucy told him not to worry and she just said she’s not ready for anyone to pry about any sort of feelings towards anyone and they carried on as usual (Natsu still felt really bad after though)
-everyone in the guild knew who the poems were about BUT Natsu of course because obviously he’s quite oblivious (both of them are)
-Lucy reads a lot of romances novels (not to anyones surprise) and usually makes people jump because she’ll squeal and get up to start walking around to contain herself when the smallest interactions in the book happen
-and usually Natsu is the one who gets surprised the most often because they hang out the most he thinks somethings happened when she does this and at first he thought something had happened but then he got used to it and now he knows it’s a normal thing she does
-Sometimes she imagines her and Natsu as the main character and love interests in romance novels and gets flustered imagining certain scenarios happening with her and Natsu that happen in the book
-Natsu and Lucy have a lot of inside jokes
-Once a bunch of people in the guild played mafia and when they were both mafia they got caught out because Lucy couldn’t hold back her laughter when it was silent during the nighttime portion of the game and her and Natsu were just looking at each other in silence
-Also during a different mafia game they were so convinced that the other was a mafia member and kept bickering but turns out neither of them were mafia
-Natsu LOVES getting praised by Lucy but even for the smallest things like,, he didn’t totally cause mass destruction on a job and Lucy praises him for it he gets soooo happy
-Lucy is a good singer but HATES to sing in front of people and she usually only sings on her own but due to the habit of Natsu breaking in he’s the only one who’s really heard her sing
-He thinks she’s a good singer but says she’s tone deaf to mess with her
-They do not sleep normally when in the same bed no normal spooning or cuddling up against each other they SPRAWL across each other and Natsu especially sprawls out across Lucy but if Lucy’s especially tired from the day she’ll be the more clingy one.
-Lucy used to be a terrible cook when she first joined because obviously she had all of her meals cooked for her but now she’s pretty decent and cooking and cooks for Natsu and Happy quite a lot
-Natsu bought Lucy a set of earring for her birthday and she wears them constantly and when Natsu noticed he couldn’t stop smiling and Lucy asked what was wrong with him and he just shrugged her off but he was secretly so giddy about it.
-They have a lot of matching outfits and accessories because they actually shop together a lot because Natsu and Happy tag along with Lucy to most places
-She insists on buying Natsu and Happy stuff and Natsu tries to convince her not to but she usually ends up doing it anyway
-Natsu doesnt really compliment Lucy on her looks a lot because he thinks that it’s obvious that she’s pretty
-Natsus favourite thing about Lucy is a lot of things but he especially loves that Lucy is probably the kindest person he knows and the most loving person he knows
#I’ve been waiting for this day…#I’m sorry if this is a long ass list on ur dash I dunno how to shorten it on my phone#also sorry for any typos#these are really random I don’t know if anyone will induldge in these but I hope u enjoy them anyway!#fairy tail#fairy tail 100 years quest#nalu#lucy heartfilia#natsu dragneel
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Daryl Dixon ~ Winter Song
(The Head And The Heart)
a/n: I listened to this wonderful song and immediately had an idea. ☺️ Also, this song gave me some... winter vibes. Thanks for requesting @thefemininemystiquee ! I hope you like what I wrote and the line I picked. ☺️
Warnings: mentions of death, bit angst, some sadness, fluff and Daryl being an absolute sweetheart
Word Count: 1054
Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner @fictive-sl0th @alexreadz07 @sweetpeapod @stitchintimefan
Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist
Based on this song:
Coldness in Our Hearts
The heavy gate of Alexandria fell shut behind Daryl, after he had stepped past them, crossbow slung over his shoulder. He had been on a hunt. Probably the last one this year. It was winter and the first snow was threatening to fall. The sky was grey; heavy with clouds. It was freezing cold. So cold, that rivers and lakes were already frozen. Alexandria wasn't bad at food, but a hunt wouldn't hurt – thought Daryl. Food was food - and the more, the better.
"No luck this time?" He heard Rosita's voice coming from the guard tower beside the gate. The archer turned to face her, shaking his head. "Nah. 'S pretty cold. Everythin' is already frozen. 'Sides, Alpha took us our main hunting ground. Ain't much left to hunt. Hopefully it's better after the winter." Rosita nodded and just wanted to say something, as another voice cut through the cold air, calling out for Daryl. "Daryl!" It was Aaron - like said man was able to hear and see. The other man was making his way quickly to the archer, was on the verge of running. Must be urgent, Daryl thought. He decided to walk towards Aaron, meeting him halfway. "What is it?" Aaron was quite a bit out of breath, when he reached him. "Can't find Y/N. She... She wanted to come to the conference, but never showed up. I got suspicious, decided to look at your home for her, 'cause I... 'Cause I know she usually never misses a conference. She's not home either. Nobody saw her. Not even Gabriel, when he was on watch earlier." At first, Daryl felt his heart speed up at Aaron's words; felt the fear coursing through his veins, but a few moments later, realisation hit him. He adjusted his crossbow and poncho, ready to go out again. "I think I know where she is. I'll go, get 'er." With those words, Daryl turned around again and made his way back over to the gate, which got opened for him with a squeak. "You think she sneaked out?" He heard Aaron call after him. "I know it." Daryl answered, leaving Alexandria again.
It wasn't the first time you had sneaked out of Alexandria since it happened. Nobody noticed, of course. Except Daryl. He knew. He always knew. Not just because he was your boyfriend for so long now, no, because he understood. And he had always been the one to bring you back. To catch you, when you fell.
The place where he needed to go wasn't that far away from the safe walls of Alexandria, but nevertheless, he hurried a bit. Not just because it was going to be dark soon and snow threatened to fall. Because he didn't like the idea of you being alone out there - no matter how well he knew, that you were more than capable of defending yourself.
When he neared the edge of the wood and saw the little hill to his feet, an uneasy feeling spread inside his stomach, telling him that he, as well, hadn't swallowed the big, bitter pill of what had happened here not so long ago. His feet carried him further up the hill. About halfway, he saw a figure sitting on the cold grassy ground in front of the line out of pikes. It was you - without a doubt. Daryl had been right... He'd find you here.
Carefully, not to scare you, the archer approached you - and sat wordlessly beside you. You flinched for a second, but as soon as you recognised the familiar face, you relaxed again. Neither you, nor Daryl spoke something at first. You just inched closer towards him, cuddling against his side, causing him to wrap an arm around you. Just like that, you and him sat there for a while, watching the sinking sun.
"Thought I'd find ya here." Daryl said then, eyes still directed on the horizon - and forbidden land. You breathed out a small laugh, twisting a long grass stalk in your hands. "Were they looking for me?" Daryl nodded. "Mhm. Aaron was pretty worried." "Sorry, I..." You swallowed hard. "I just needed some time alone..." "Thought so. I can understand ya." You turned your head to give your boyfriend a weak smile. "'S just... There are these moments, where everything is just crashing down on me, you know? I still can't quite accept that she's gone. That they all are gone… I-I... I loved her. She was like a sister for me." You felt how the emotions got stuck in your throat and how your eyes went blurry with tears. Daryl immediately pulled you closer, catching you as you fell - like so often. "I know, 'm so sorry. I wish nothin' more than to change what happened. I wish we could've done somethin'... Save 'em all..." "Me too... But it's too late. Ain't nothing we can do." You looked up, gaze landing on the pike on which had Alpha spiked Tara's head. Tara... You found her back at the prison together with Glenn - and became friends immediately. You were so close - and now she was gone. Brutally murdered by this bitch. Tears were falling down your cheeks, as Daryl started to rub soothing circles into the clothed skin of your back. "I will miss the days we had... So much..." Daryl answered nothing, knew exactly how you felt. He just held you, giving you a feeling of love and comfort, until you calmed down once again.
The sun had gotten replaced by the moon by now. "Let's go back home. It's gettin' real cold. Might even snow tonight. Don't want ya to catch a cold - or worse. Let's go." He stood up and helped you up as well. "Thank you." Daryl gave you a soft smile. "'Course." You shook your head. "No... Thank you... For everything." The archer smiled even wider, before he cupped your cheeks in both his hands. "I love ya." "I love you, too." You couldn't help but to place a soft kiss on his lips. Yes, he was definitely an angel, walking on this earth. Daryl took your hand in his then and guided you back down the hill. "Can we come back tomorrow?" "Sure, sunshine. As often and long as you like."
#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon#daryl dixon imagine#daryl dixon fanfic#twd#the walking dead fanfic
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Hello! Because of the new TikTok ban scare alota people might come here in another exodus(it’s like the 3rd or 4th). It’s probably not gonna get banned but I would like to tell any new comers about Tumblr etiquette anyways! TLDR at bottom!
Ive been here since the quarantine(this is just a new account) so I know a bit(I’m also an internet history nerd so that helps). If any veteran tumblr users wanna chime in feel free to do so! Also please ask questions if you’re confused about wording or anything.
1. Porn bots:
This site has been plagued with porn bots for a long time but during an exodus you’re gonna see a lot of them. There accounts that are mostly empty for a while but then out of nowhere start posting porn and links to very sketchy sites and clog up tags. They’re very annoying to deal with and most users will end up blocking and reporting empty accounts and moving on. Unfortunately new users get caught in the crossfire and will get blocked and reported. Unlike sites like Twitter and TikTok were you can just not post and no one will bat an eye, people will see an empty blog start spam like posts and block them. You absolutely cannot have an empty blog. What you wanna do is fill your blog with posts related to your interests and reblog post you like. Not only is it helping you find your niche of weirdos but also signaling you’re not a bot. The most common first posts I’ve seen are intro posts and art dumps! Also decoration and blog customization also tells people you’re not a bot. Simply changein the pfp and header is enough for most of us tho.
2. Competition vr collaboration:
Unlike most socials tumblr is a collaborative site that loves creative bits and adding onto jokes rather than competition. It’s actually one of the main reasons tumblr and reddit are so intertwined. Competition and followers are not gonna get you anywhere. You’re better off finding a group of weirdos you like and befriending them. If people like you they’ll find you naturally. Also being tumblr famous is like getting buried alive. You don’t want to get famous here, the hate mail game is insane. Quick tip! Turn off annon asks if you don’t want some insane shit in your ask box or are more sensitive to weirdos. I have it on because I’m brave. The SCP community and other collaborative communities and fandoms all thrive here.
3. Tags:
I’ve seen newer users complain about “stolen tags”. You have never been able to “steal” a tag on any social media site I don’t know what they’re talking about. But anyways! Tags are one of the main ways you communicate on this site. Puns, comments, conversation, and more happen in the tags. It’s no longer a system of just finding posts you like. You wanna add something to a post but it doesn’t fit with the rest of it? Add it to tags. You wanna continue a bit or conversation? Tags. You just wanna goof off? Tags baby. It’s not the only communication of course but you will see conversations in the tags. Another tip! Tags will bleed into each other when looking for a super niche topic. Example: The Dr Glass, Glass Doctors, Dr Who, and Glasses tags will all bleed into each other but only when you are specifically looking for new Dr Glass content.
4. Ai:
Here Ai is very frowned upon unless under specific circumstances. Like reclaiming Ai adopts, actively mocking it, and chat bots. If you do post Ai “art” be cautious but you will end up getting mass blocked if we find you.
5. Fandom:
Like I’ve stated before this a collaborative site and as such you’re gonna see a lot of fandom here. Please be careful because mis info, interpretation, and bad faith spread like wildfire.
6. Don’t interact lists:
If you’re not aware a Do Not Interact list(DNI) is a list of groups or people who you don’t want interacting with your blog(s). It depends on the user but the most common ones in the lists are Homo/transphobes, Pedos, racists, sexists, and generally bigots. But remember for the life of however long your on this site not everyone is gonna listen to your DNI and they will interact anyways. It’s just as simple as blocking someone you don’t like.
TLDR:
No empty blogs, you don’t compete you collaborate, tags are important, Ai is generally frowned upon, fandom gets wild, and a don’t interact list won’t always work and just block people you don’t like.
I hope this helps anybody new or returning and please ask questions or chime in if you need to!
-Lynn
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Returning The Favor // Jason Kolchek Drabble
Jason Kolchek X Female Reader
A/N: Hey y'all! Back with another re-upload of my old Jason fics. If you're new here, I used to post under yellowroseskolchek but that account crashed and burned so we're starting over again. This is not new content, but a repost. It's still mine so please don't steal it that's mean :( As always dm if you want to be added or taken off of my taglists.
WARNINGS AND TAGS: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, masturbation, watching somebody else masturbate, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, implied intercourse
Word Count: 538
Jason Masterlist, Main Masterlist
“Fuck.” You weren’t entirely sure whether the word came from your mouth, Jason’s, or both; all you could do was stand there as you stared through the slit of his slightly opened bedroom door, eyes wide as you stared down the head of his erect member, intertwined in the grasp of his rough fingers and being pumped vigorously. He was obviously unaware that you were there, completely stripped naked, hair wet from his recent shower, and his head was thrown back in anxious bliss.
You weren’t even supposed to be home, yet, here you were, standing outside of your roommate’s door and watching him as he stroked himself with vigor and a pleading, frustrated expression spread across his face.
You wondered if he did this every time that you and Nick—your cousin—weren’t home, and if he did, if you should sneak home more often. It wasn’t a secret that you had a crush on your cousin’s best friend, ever since the two of them had let you move into their apartment when you’d fallen into some hard times. They had a spare room, and you promised to cook for them, thinking the arrangement would be completely fine; and, it was, until you’d gone and fallen in love with Jason Kolchek.
You knew you shouldn’t keep watching this—shouldn’t violate him like this—but holy fucking shit you couldn’t seem to tear your pretty eyes away from the way he masturbated, and something in you wondered if you were always this fucking weird. You barely resisted the urge to push your hand down your own pants and cum in tandem, wondering if that would be crossing the line, knowing that you should be walking away right now.
You clutched onto a nearby banister for support, for something to do with your hands that wasn’t touching yourself. You watched with big, eager eyes as Jason finally came, his cum spilling out all over his hands as his breathing steadied and he whispered, “Y/n, fuck.”
You stiffened and backed away; had he seen you? No, he hadn’t—he was still in his own little world, cleaning up his mess and beginning to gather his clothes from off of the floor. He hadn’t seen you, so no—he wasn’t talking to you. He was actually talking about you. He was masturbating to the thought of…you.
You smirked, pulling off your shirt and stepping through Jason’s bedroom door, watching as his eyes widened and he took you in.
“Y/n?!” Jason exclaimed, jumping back as he held his shirt over his crotch, eyes widening even further as he watched you playing with your breasts. “What the fuck are you doin’?”
You didn’t even bother to answer; he’d find out soon enough. Pulling down your pants, you began to circle your own clit, letting him watch as you squealed and writhed and finally, came apart quickly on his bed. Jason stood there in awe, dropping his shirt before crossing the room over to you and pulling you into him with a fervent kiss, his hands not even hesitating to grab your ass and throw you onto his bed. You smirked, not even feeling bad about your little show anymore.
You were only returning the favor, after all.
Jason taglist:@house-of-kolchek @kawaiiwitch224 @inactiveforidk @lorebite @yeslieutenant @kassiekolchek22 @pechvogel @buttermykolchek @emilykolchivans @e-jaegerenthusiast
Forever taglist: @house-of-kolchek @lorebite @yeslieutenant @kassiekolchek22 @buttermykolchek @kawaiiwitch224 @ageofbajabule
#house of ashes x reader#jason kolchek#jason kolchek x female reader#jason kolchek x reader#jason x reader#house of ashes jason
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I know a bunch of people are making way more helpful beginner’s guides to tumblr but for anyone who may be making the leap during the Reddit exodus here’s my two cents:
try following friends first. get the hang of how reblogging functions and of all the posting features. if you use desktop add an xkit extension and use their quick reblog. change your header and profile and title from the default. consider not using an unstylized picture of yourself as a profile; anonymity is valued here (though of course, coming from reddit, I’m sure you understand.)
curate your own dash. follow people who post about things you’re interested in, follow friends, follow friends of friends, unfollow anyone at any time if you notice that their posts are not for you. don’t feel obligated to follow certain people just to participate in certain corners of the internet. if they really have so much good shit to say, it’ll probably make its way over to you eventually. the trending and for you pages are kind of useless and serve best as an occasional peek into a funhouse mirror version of the internet you thought you knew.
don’t overuse the add-to-reblog comment feature. if there’s additional commentary you want to share with your audience, that’s what tags are for! it shows up in the poster and previous reblogger’s notifications just the same. somewhere down the line someone might see your tags and decide to append them to the main post. we affectionately refer to this process as “peer review,” because once something has been added to a reblog any further iterations of the post will include that addition so it’s really just a way of saying said commentary adds to the post in a way that is not exclusive to your own audience.
that said if you do feel you have additional context or a necessary perspective to add to a post and you deliberately want to attach it, don’t be afraid to say your piece. people can reblog it or ignore it if they like, that’s their business.
if you disagree with the contents of a post, try not to do a discourse about it. If it seems like well-intended misinformation, you can add a correction with a source, or whatever additional context you feel is necessary for anyone who may not know better. any questions about what the post really means or follow-up is maybe best directed towards op’s ask box, as the narrative of reblog threads can get lost in the notifs tab. don’t be argumentative, don’t make assumptions; this is the internet. nobody on here gets an editor to make sure their words are framed exactly as they intended. if you really feel like being negative take a screenshot of the offending section, redact op’s url and any tagged or visible accounts, and make your own post. we all want to just tear into something from time to time and disagreements are a part of life. but try to avoid unnecessary conflict, it’s neither fun nor productive for any party.
if you see someone being a bigot block them. don’t dunk on them, don’t send them anon hate, don’t argue against them in the reblogs. there’s no algorithm on this site and nothing spreads without people spreading it. the best way to stop vitriol is to disengage.
block anyone. block people for being hateful bigots, block people for being annoying. block people for trying to start discourse on your posts even if you feel bad about it. if you start thinking to yourself wow, my life would be just a little bit better if this person couldn’t see my posts and I couldn’t see theirs, block them. block me for being preachy. block your best friend of six years bc they’re spamming your dash with their untagged spongebob liveblog and then dunk on them in your 20 person discord server.
treasure your mutuals but don’t feel like you have to be following people to be friends. tumblr dms are busted as hell just send someone an ask instead unless it’s that private. the search function does not work. polls are new and we’re all still constructing the etiquette of those together, but so far they’re mostly a vehicle for pitting characters against each other chunin exams style. ignore any part of this post that you don’t want to listen to I am legitimately not the boss of you. make your own truth go crazy drink water have fun.
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Bathtime
Card Number: B089
Square Filled: C2 Tentacles
Word count: 370 words
Rating: PG-13
Main pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes
Major tags: tentacles, octopus Bucky, HYDRA experimentation
Summary: Bucky has a confession to make to Sam.
“Don’t judge me, okay?”
“I’m not judging!” Sam said from the other side of the door. “This is a judgment free zone. So please can I come in?”
Bucky grimaced, looking at the bathroom door resentfully. He knew this wasn’t going to go well, and Sam’s smile made that clear, but Bucky was between a rock and a hard place now. If he didn’t go through with it, Sam would accuse him of cowardice, and hold it over him until he gave up and showed him anyway. It ended the same way, all it did was delay the inevitable.
So he reaches out and turns the handle, and then curls up protectively in the bathtub as Sam steps inside.
“Holy–”
Sam’s eyes have never been wider, and all at once Bucky wants to slam the door in his face, or turn invisible.
“Are they turning white? Man, this is crazy. You can’t be serious.”
Sam isn’t wrong. One glance down into the tub reveals his tentacles are turning whiter by the seconds, responding to Bucky’s desire to just straight up disappear by mimicking the color of the tub–which of course is humiliating and infuriating, and responds in ripples of electric blue and yellow sparks flickering across the surface of his skin in undulating waves.
“That is so cool.”
“Could you maybe decide on an adjective. Just one. Because it doesn’t feel crazy or cool, it feels like I got experimented on by freaks and now I have this completely impractical reaction to water–”
“Right, but when you said you couldn’t go swimming with my sister’s kids I thought it was, like, a bad timing kinda thing. Not this.”
Bucky sighed, reaching a tentacle out to the towel rack and then using another to spread the towel out in front of him so that he could get out of the bath. “Yeah. Well now you know. What? What’s that face for?”
Sam blushed, but it was already too late. Bucky poked him in the chest with one metal finger and glowered until Sam gave in.
“Nothing, I just… You seem pretty dextrous with those things. Can you–”
Bucky glared. “You’ve got a filthy mind, Wilson.”
“Yeah,” Sam gulped. “But can you?”
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🖊 + whoever that funky little experimental penguins lookin oc is
ask and ye shall receive...here's an older piece of it
like i mentioned in the tags of my last post with it, box creator is not mine! i'm not sure if this is the origin point of it, but players have been posting about it's alleged existance since at least 2009 before it eventually faded into obscurity. here's some posts about it which you can see here, here, and here!
i modeled it's newer design after richard scarry's illustrations (the author of the busytown stories) and as for the zoot suit? i thought it'd be both funny and that it'd make sense for it to wear clothing some might find "outdated" these days
so, my take on box creator? well ah, if you've ever watched a show about talking colorful horses...depending on how far you got, you might know about the tree of harmony, particularly how it protected their home (before it exploded to death and got revived but thats another story). it ah, took on the form of one of the main characters to communicate with others, and in that way i imagine box creator operates similarly. while it did not create the box dimension, it acts as an extension of it, and places box portals just about anywhere in order for it to spread...whether thats a good thing or not to you, just know that the box dimension is canonically dangerous :)
it takes the form of a penguin to make others more comfortable, but it doesn't see itself as one. penguins and box dimensioners alike still find it off-putting regardless. but considering how ah, it lacks pupils and towers over most (it's height is comparable to extant penguins rather than currently living species) it's not hard to imagine why
it can open it's beak to speak, but generally doesn't. when it does though, it tends to be offsync with their words...not unlike a jankily animated 3d model. i'm not 100% but i imagine it sounds like g man
it doesn't emote much, either through body language or through it's voice. it always sounds monotone, and so whenever it does emote can be...unnerving and comes off as forced
generally it just sets out box portals which tend to multiply/spread if left unattended. while box portals made by less powerful box dimensioners don't spread much (if at all), it's portals do if not broken right away. sometimes BC is spotted by penguins or other box dimensioners placing down the box portals, hence their nickname! speaking of names, it doesn't have one. just the nickname it was given, and it doesn't really feel the need to make one for themself and answers to box creator just fine
it 'lives' in a box dimension different to the bright purple one, that's more akin to a black void with uncountable stacks of boxes littered around it, almost in a mazelike fashion. while it doesn't need to eat or even drink, i imagine theres a little living quarters made out of cardboard deeper inside that it made after observing what the homes of penguins and box dimensioners look like
if you're familiar with weird/dreamcore aesthetic, you might know about those pesky black voids (and if you dont, here's an example underneath). BC will sometimes create them to travel between places rather than placing box portals, but after a certain someone got too curious and went inside after coming across one, and ah...may or may not have accidentally got standed in america of all places after trying to escape BC by going through an unmarked box portal... yeaaaaah they use boxes to travel unless they're sure nobody's around to go snoopin'
sadly (for scrabble) box creator did not go looking for him. but obviously he didnt die so clearly it was the right call and it was right to not check :)
BC does not interact much with others on a personal level, but out everyone they commune with dogear and gambit the most: dogear because he will take up the mantle of protecting the box dimension like his parent, the original box dragon does someday, and gambit because they caught it's attention (in the bad way) trying to save the world from herbert fucking everything up with time travel.
gambit is the only penguin to witness box creator angry!
but thankfully they managed to smooth things over and are acquaintances now :) herbert is lucky not to visit the box dimension often, though...because otherwise that could get ugly fast. lets just say box creator doesn't cope well with people doing things that disrupt the ...for lack of better words, "natural" order of the box dimension!
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Pairing: Howzer x Fem!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, established relationship.
Word count: 883
Kinktober Day 22: Phone Sex
prompt list used | @the-purity-pen | kinktober masterlist | main masterlist | join my kinktober taglist |
“I miss you,” you sighed into the comm, admittedly letting the words slip out rather than thinking about them before talking.
When you couldn’t take them back, you heard Howzer’s beautiful, smooth voice laughing softly on the other end of the line; you could picture the way his smile looked just by the sound of his laughter.
“I miss you too, babe,” Howzer said. “Far more than you realize.”
You smiled softly. “Care to help me realize?”
For a moment, Howzer remained quiet on his end of the comm, but you could feel deep inside you he was smiling.
“I just can’t wait to be with you for real,” you heard Howzer say. “All that time courting you, and now I’m off on another planet.”
“It was worth it,” you answered. “It always will be.”
“I know,” he said, the smile audible in his voice.
You walked over to your bed and flopped on the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. “So… what are you up to?”
“Downtime, basically,” Howzer replied.
“You alone?”
On the other end of the line, Howzer laughed. In response, you could merely raise your eyebrows at him.
“What?” You questioned.
“Babe, I know what that’s code for,” he spoke, his voice hushed through the comm.
You wouldn’t deny it. “Well… would you be opposed to it?”
Once more, Howzer’s laughter filled your ears, a laugh that was now smoother, suggestive; it made you crave his touch, his presence, his scent.
“I’ve actually just finished removing my codpiece,” he said. “Now, be a good girl and strip down to your panties.”
With a mischievous little grin you felt bad he couldn’t see, you set the comm down next to you and did as he said, stripping until your panties were the only bit of clothing left hugging your body. You rested your back on the mattress again and reached for the comm, your legs spreading as you looked down between your legs, picturing Howzer there.
“Done,” you said.
Howzer groaned softly in response. “Tell me, mesh’la, what color are they?”
You giggled. “The panties? They’re black, cotton with lace trimming on the edges.”
Howzer let out another groan, and faintly through the comm, you could hear him palming himself. “Fuck, I bet you look beautiful.”
“You’ll see as soon as you get back,” you said as your hand slid down your torso and you let your fingers go under the fabric of your panties until they reached your wet clit. When you finally began rubbing yourself, your breath hitched at the sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure that made your walls clench around emptiness.
“Have you started touching yourself?” He purred through the comm.
“Yes,” you sighed, biting your lip. “I’m… I’m so wet…”
You could hear Howzer suck air in through his teeth. “Fuck… And what are you thinking of?”
A giggle escaped you as another miniscule wave of pleasure coursed through your body.
“I’m thinking of having you between my legs,” you purred. “I’m thinking of you licking my pussy, and tugging on your hair while you do it.”
“Fuck, I’d do that,” Howzer groaned. “I’d do that and more, mesh’la…”
You giggled. “Really? What else would you do?”
Howzer chuckled and then sighed as if he’d slown down the rhythm with which he pumped his cock. “I’d kiss you, mesh’la… your lips, your neck… I’d undress you so that I could kiss your breasts, squeeze them… I’d take you to the bed, eat you out, just like you want me to…”
“Yeah?” You whimpered, rubbing your clit against your hand for more friction as you sped up.
“I’d make you cum, more than once,” Howzer continued, his voice shaking. “Fuck, I bet you taste so good. I bet you’re so warm and wet, just for me…”
You mewled, too close to release for your own good. “Just for you…”
“Then I’d fuck you,” Howzer said. “I’d look you in the eyes while I get inside you; I’d start off slow and let you feel everything, I’d make love to you as I speed up until I’m pounding into you.”
As you moaned, you heard Howzer grunting, his breath panting through the comm.
“H-Howzer…” you whimpered, tipping over your edge.
“Say it,” he said. “Say my name, mesh’la…”
“Howzer!” You mewled when your body began to squirm against the mattress, your back arching at the thought of Howzer above you, fucking you, kissing you, loving you.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” you heard him speak. “I can’t wait to be with you…”
“How… Howzer,” you moaned, your voice tired as you came down from your high, resting softly against the mattress that supported you.
Little after, you heard Howzer grunting until he gave a low-pitched moan, sighing all his tension out, followed by a soft laugh. You met him with a giggle of your own, and a smile brightened your features.
“Did you cum?” You asked him.
He chuckled. “Yeah… Yeah, babe, I did…”
You sighed deeply as well and shifted your position, lying on your side as you clutched one of the pillows close to you. “Come home soon… please.”
Howzer laughed softly. “I will, mesh’la, I promise. I won’t be much longer.”
Hugging the pillow tighter, you clung to his words, hoping the hours could go by faster.
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I hate the word filler. Are we not still getting an interesting stand alone story with characters we enjoy? Not all of a story is progressing the main plot. It can become excessive in some cases, but it still can bring joy in its own right. It’s leagues better than getting nothing. And I don’t like seeing that complained about to small creators just trying to give us fun content to hold us over until they can get back to the main story.
Seeing that in their comments and tagging them in it has to be so discouraging. It definitely won’t make it come out any faster. It’s just not a productive part of fandom. You’re allowed to criticize and critique works, I just hope that isn’t all you’re replying with when they try to provide something fun and lighthearted. Yes even if it’s been awhile. I dunno, I’ve just seen creators stop creating all together from the pressure because they’re human too and fandom spaces just really have a way of ruining good things by posting entitled replies. And then even once the “main” story gets updated, there will still be people going “okay next” and “fuckin’ finally, took you long enough.” And like. Would you really talk like that to someone’s face. Do you have nothing encouraging or positive to add about what is here?
I know what it’s like to be so invested in something and it being disappointing to not get it in some time, but posts like these are sometimes the very reason creators struggle and it’s painful to watch happen and everyone just goes with it.
This is NOT a post saying you cannot have con-crit. You can say whatever you want about a work. Just realize you may be having the opposite effect that you are hoping throwing that at the actual creator you’re a fan of. As someone who got utterly creatively crippled for years from a few bad experiences, it sucks to see that happening to people who actually got their idea off the ground and still intend to keep going. Like the creative rut guilt has to me ten times worse already with a massive audience having a very vocal part being disappointed no matter what you do. But I guess the positivity gets easily buried and negativity is spread more?
I dunno it’s like. They don’t owe you anything. They shared something for free with you, their animation or skit or show or story. I see people leave fandoms they loved because of it taking amazing world of love with them and I don’t want that pressure to run down yet another great story. You’re allowed to feel disappointed. People have different levels of patience and that’s not the problem. It’s projecting those feelings at others that don’t deserve that. We need to learn some etiquette and boundaries, or at least think “what if that was me/a friend of mine?” before posting.
Can’t believe I took all that just to reiterate “Golden Rule” please~ aaaaaa
#negative posts just keep showing up in my feed and it’s killing me#I can take criticism of the work what I can’t take is passive aggression on how fast the person is pumping out the work#or it not being the one a fan was hoping for#like#please take a step back and realize they work on other things and that’s okay#it just discredits the work someone puts into something to deem it unimportant filler
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Drawn To Each Other: Chapter 1
Summary:
"Crap, sorry, I'm going to be late getting back to the office. I'd better get going." She looked up at him and gave a shy smile. "Thank you, again. I think I needed to hear that today."
Steven felt his heart flip over in his chest.
"O'course, I'm glad to have helped."
She started to walk away slowly and gave Steven a small wave.
"Well, have a good day, Steven. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she said hopefully.
Steven felt his heart fly up into his throat.
Pairing: Steven Grant/Original Female Character, Steven Grant/Reader
Word Count: 3k
Rating: General, future chapters will be 18+
Tags/Warnings: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Eventual Romance, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut
Notes: This is intended to be a reader-esque fic written in the third person. I had thought about posting alternate versions of this story using different pronouns for the main character (he/him, they/them etc)? If anyone has interest in that please let me know!
Read Chapter 2 here
To: T, Jess <[email protected]>
From: Management <[email protected]>
Subject: data audit
Attachments: DataCleanUpReport.xls
Jess,
Please see the attached document with the results of our data audit for last month. The items noted in column G need to be corrected to the items listed in column H.
These corrections need to be input into the system by the end of the week. Please advise once complete.
Sincerely,
Management
“Really? Again? Thanks a fucking lot” Jess huffed while slouching back into her desk chair. She was sick of leadership offloading their busywork onto her. It felt like everyone else in the department was assigned to some interesting project or another, except her. Nope, Jess was left to tidy up other people’s mistakes and deal with the drudgery nobody wanted to do.
Jess could feel a snarky reply itching its way out of her. She opted to lock her computer and depart for lunch before she did any damage. It was days like today that she was glad her office was behind-the-times enough to still have cubicles, so no one could see the agitation in her movements. Every other company Jess had worked for embraced the “open office” mentality. Being elbow to elbow with your coworkers without a sliver of privacy quickly made a bad mood so much worse.
Jess yanked her bag out of her desk drawer, and grabbed her umbrella for good measure. It was always rainy this time of year in London. She finally felt her shoulders start to relax as she walked out of the building’s front doors. She stopped at a kebab shop down the street to get a doner wrap, and wolfed it down during the rest of her walk.
Her office was only a few blocks away from the famed British Museum, and Jess had taken to spending her lunch breaks there a few times a week. Doing so had several perks -
1) It was free
2) It was relaxing and educational
And, most importantly,
3) It was the last place any of her coworkers would ever go during lunch.
Jess had recently started bringing her sketchbook along to practice drawing the many sculptures, statues, or even other visitors. It helped her feel more human, being surrounded by art and artifacts while practicing an art herself. Being an office drone will wear you down if you don’t fight it somehow.
Today seemed to be a bit busier than usual. There were throngs of people crowding the information desk as Jess walked inside. She had hoped to grab a museum map to keep on hand, but didn’t feel like contending with the horde of people. Jess cut around the crowd and walked towards her usual corner of the museum. She had been working her way through the many Ancient Greece and Rome rooms for the last few weeks. Today, she felt like something different.
Jess paused at a sign listing the exhibits in this wing.
“Assyrian sculpture… Egyptian sculpture…hmm that sounds about perfect” she muttered to herself.
It was much calmer in the Egyptian sculpture exhibits. Maybe a dozen or so people were spread throughout the interconnected rooms. Jess took in the gorgeous statues as she slowly walked through, waiting for one to catch her eye as today’s sketch subject. She noticed there was a gift shop to her right. She glanced over and scanned the front of the counter, hoping to see a stack of museum maps like the information desk had.
“Oh, ah hello there! Can I help you?”
Jess turned to see the source of the, rather cheerful, query. The museum employee standing behind the counter looked up at her eagerly, dark wavy hair falling above his brow as he leaned over the register. Jess blinked, and finally realized she hadn’t responded to him yet.
“Oh um no, no thank you, just looking!” she stuttered out. “Well… actually, I was wondering if you had any of the exhibit maps here? I meant to grab one up front but there was such a big crowd. I know I can just pull it up on my phone… but, I prefer to have a physical copy, you know?”
Jess mentally kicked herself as she over-explained to this man who certainly didn’t care why she wanted a map.
“Ah, I’m afraid we don’t keep any of the maps or pamphlets back here," the man said in an apologetic tone.
"That's fine, no worries! Just wanted to check." Jess reassured him.
"Pretty stupid not to, now that you mention it eh? I should say something to my boss. Those would be more useful than half the stuff back here, like all these jelly scorpions. I mean what does that have to do with Egyptian history? Honestly I -”
The man cut himself off and shook his head, eyes closed.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to get going on a rant there” He looked at her again with an embarrassed smile.
Jess gave what she hoped was a sympathetic smile.
"Not at all, I mean I can't say I disagree with you. Though, admittedly, those hippos over there are pretty cute" she nodded to a pile of hippo plush toys and chuckled.
"Well, technically, those are the goddess Taweret.” The man said with a teasing glance, “But, yeah, I s'pose they are cute. I think she would approve of them, actually.”
He paused for a moment before looking back at Jess.
“Right! So, er, no maps unfortunately. But I’d be happy to help direct you myself! I know this museum backwards and forwards by now.”
Jess chuckled softly. “Sure, I didn’t really have anything specific in mind. I like to come here on my lunch breaks and sketch the artifacts. I’ve been through most of the Greek and Roman exhibits, so I decided to come through here today.”
The man instantly perked up with excitement at hearing this.
“That’s just lovely! Well there’s loads to see and draw here. Over there is the sculpture of King Ramses the second, and down here we have -”
As the man animatedly explained what and where seemingly every artifact in the exhibit was, Jess took a moment to properly observe him. He wore a simple gray jacket over a slightly rumpled but brightly patterned shirt. A nametag on the front jacket pocket revealed his name was Steven. He was very handsome for a gift shop worker, with striking features and an attractive build obscured by his frenetic energy and ordinary clothing. Dark circles under his warm brown eyes hinted at some unseen stress in his life, but you would never guess it otherwise. He spoke with more passion than Jess could ever remember having in her own workplace.
“- and of course you simply MUST see the Rosetta Stone down there. Although, ha, I s’pose it wouldn’t be much for drawing would it?”
He suddenly looked bashful again, glancing back at Jess.
“It's just a big old block with some writing on it, innit?” He chuckled hesitantly “But… it did allow us to decipher Egyptian hieroglyphs. So, er, it’s a rather useful big old block I’d say.”
He looked down at the counter and fiddled with some of the merchandise, the confidence he’d shown just moments ago seemed to evaporate.
“Well, er, I’ll let you get to it then.” He suddenly reverted to customer service mode, “Is there anything else I can help you with, miss?”
Jess flashed her best you’re-doing-great-sweetie smile at him.
“No, thank you, I really appreciate your recommendations.” She remembered less than half of what he’d told her, but his enthusiasm was incredibly charming.
He smiled back at her shyly “Always glad to help. Have a great day, miss.”
Jess started to walk away but thought better of it. Before she could think it through, she found herself turning back to the gift shop clerk.
“If you’re still here when I’m done, I can show you whatever I end up sketching. If you like…”
She surprised him as much as she did herself. He perked back up and grinned at her.
“I'd love that! I won’t be going anywhere ‘til closing tonight, so, you know where to find me -” He paused for half a beat “- right here. Yep.” He chuckled timidly.
“Great! Well, I’ll see you later - “
Jess pointedly glanced at his nametag again.
“- Steven.”
She gave him another warm smile and turned on her heel down the hall. She did not see Steven gazing after her with a flustered grin on his face.
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Steven watched her walk away and waited for his heart rate to go back to normal. It was several minutes before he realized he still had a goofy smile plastered on his face, replaying the interaction in his head.
He made a mental note to ask for her name when she came back. Then, he felt a small lurch in his stomach at his next thought.
If she comes back.
Of course, he was getting ahead of himself. She was just being kind to him. He'd spoken with hundreds, if not thousands, of museum visitors since working here. None of those interactions went beyond surface level. None of those people would remember him or think about him once they stepped away from the gift shop counter. There was no reason to expect this time would be any different, right?
No, this was just an unusually pleasant interaction with an unusually pleasant patron. Nothing more. At the very least, it had brightened his day significantly.
And… it was the closest to anything resembling flirting he had experienced in ages.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Jess meandered through the exhibits and settled in front of a row of lion goddess statues. The plaque indicated they were representations of the goddess Sekhmet, and were likely commissioned by King Amenhotep III.
There was no bench so Jess sat on the floor. She pulled out her sketchbook and pencils, and looked up at the artifacts in front of her. She started out with a rough impression of the four statues together. Then she moved on to more detailed sketches of one statue's lion head, and then her hands resting on her lap. She captured the damaged sections as well as the skillful carvings in the stone.
Her mind wandered, not for the first time, to the sense of awe at being surrounded by works that were carved thousands of years ago. How many hands had touched these statues? How many people had played a part in their creation? Had gazed upon them where they once stood in Egypt? And then, how many had helped steal them away from their homeland to be put on display in a stuffy museum in England? Had they heard the bombs falling during the blitz? These Sekhmet statues had literally seen kingdoms, empires, rise and fall. The stories they might tell.
Jess checked the time on her phone.
Crap, better start heading back to the office.
She put a few finishing touches on her sketch and packed up to leave. Without thinking, she automatically started heading towards the museum entrance. Then she remembered her conversation with the gift shop clerk - Steven.
"Shit…" she hissed under her breath.
Why did I say I'd show him my sketches? I'm such a dork. He was probably just humoring me.
Still, she didn't want to leave him hanging. He'd seemed genuinely interested in seeing what she drew. And besides, if she was going to keep coming here she didn't want to make things awkward with any of the staff.
She walked back towards the gift shop, slightly hoping there would be a line of customers to give her an excuse to leave.
Jess rounded the corner into the gift shop area. There was Steven sitting behind the counter, not a customer in sight. Great.
Steven did an absurdly comical double take as Jess walked over. He stood up so quickly that he sent a pile of sticker packs flying across the counter.
"Oh, hey, you're back! Er, I mean, did you find everything you were looking for today?"
Jess couldn't help giggling in amusement. She had never seen someone look so weirdly cute while stumbling over themselves. She also couldn't remember the last time someone had such a reaction to her entering a room. It was a heady feeling.
"Yeah! I ended up settling on the row of Sekhmet statues around the corner there."
She tried to make eye contact with Steven as she spoke, but found herself unable to hold it for long. He gazed at her with such a rapt look on his face, hanging on her every word. Jess felt a blush creep up her neck, and made a show of digging her sketchbook out of her bag as an excuse to look away. Much to her relief, Steven quickly filled the space left by her silence.
"Lovely choice. Those Sekhmets are some of my favorites. Really interesting, Amenhotep was apparently obsessed with her. He commissioned hundreds of those statues and put them bloody everywhere, even in his tomb. I believe the ones in the museum here were originally from Thebes? Or was it Karnak?" Steven furrowed his brow and looked up towards the ceiling while searching his memory. After a beat he looked back at Jess and the sketchbook in her hands.
"D-did you find them to be good drawing subjects, then?" Steven fidgeted his hands together.
"I did, they're so beautiful. Even with the wear and damage. Um, if you wanted to see…" Jess half heartedly gestured towards her sketchbook.
"Please, absolutely!" Steven answered a little too quickly.
Jess looked down, trying to hide her growing blush. She opened to the pages she had sketched today and put the book down on the counter, rotating it to face Steven. He bent over to examine them, careful not to touch the sketches themselves.
"Brilliant, these are just brilliant, wow." Steven said in a low voice, shaking his head with a grin. "Someone here is hogging all the creative talent, - "
He looked up to lock eyes with Jess, and gestured towards her,
"- you." He chuckled self consciously.
If Jess wasn't blushing before she certainly was now.
"That's really sweet of you to say. They're just simple sketches." Jess thumbed the strap of her bag and looked at her sketchbook sitting on the counter. "I'm not a real artist or anything… it's just something I like to do in my free time. "
"No way, you're really talented! These are gorgeous. They're not just life-like but they feel… alive, like you captured a spirit hidden in the stone itself."
Jess looked up to meet Steven's gaze as he continued.
"There's something special here. I see those statues every day… but, looking at what you've drawn, it feels like I'm seeing them in a new way."
Steven paused and held Jess's gaze. Jess couldn't tell if she wanted to hug him or just burst out crying from his unexpectedly thoughtful compliment. The best she could muster was a small, quiet -
"...thank you. Really. You're… you're very kind." She gave him an embarrassed smile.
Steven beamed back at her.
"I mean, I'm no artist myself. I'm just a gift shop clerk, what do I know? But I think these are brilliant and that you're very talented."
He handed the sketchbook back to Jess. She got a glance of her watch as she put it back in her bag.
"Crap, sorry, I'm going to be late getting back to the office. I'd better get going." She looked up at him and gave a shy smile. "Thank you, again. I think I needed to hear that today."
Steven felt his heart flip over in his chest.
"O'course, I-I'm glad to have helped."
Jess started to walk away slowly and gave Steven a small wave.
"Well, have a good day, Steven. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she said hopefully.
Steven felt his heart fly up into his throat.
"Sure! I'll be exactly right here, again. Well, unless my boss puts me on inventory, but hopefully not." He chuckled nervously and waved back to her. Then he remembered his mental note from earlier.
"Wait, ah, miss, d'you mind my asking what your name is?"
"Oh, right, not at all! It's Jess."
"Jess, lovely to meet you. I'm Steven, with a V." He pointed to his nametag.
To her continued embarrassment, Jess heard herself giggle in response.
"Lovely to meet you too, Steven with a V. See you tomorrow."
She turned and walked out of the exhibit towards the exit. It felt like there was an electric current humming through her body. She couldn't stop smiling to herself the whole walk back to the office.
Jess got back to her cubicle and settled into her desk chair with a sigh.
Steven with a V.
She was already looking forward to tomorrow’s lunch break.
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Steven watched Jess walk away and collapsed back into his chair behind the counter.
He looked at the glass encased artifact sitting opposite the gift shop.
"Tell me that really just happened, please?"
His reflection in the glass crossed its arms and laughed
Oh yeah bud, that definitely just happened.
"D’you think she'll actually come back tomorrow? Do you think she'll actually want to see me again? I mean…" Steven trailed off with a sigh.
She came back today didn't she? I think she might.
"Well, hopefully I don't make an ass of myself again." Steven sighed and sank deeper into the chair.
His reflection uncrossed his arms and took a few steps forward.
Hey, despite all odds I think you actually did pretty good back there. She seemed to like you! Try not to worry about it. If it's meant to be, it'll come naturally. And… at the very least, I think you made her day by complimenting her art. That counts for something.
Steven smiled weakly.
"Thanks, Marc."
Any time, Steven.
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Chapter 2
#moon knight fanfic#moon knight fanfiction#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant/reader#steven grant/you#steven grant x original female character#steven grant x ofc#steven grant/original female character#steven grant/ofc#steven grant x f!reader#drawn to each other
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Role Reversal
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Relationship: Main Character/Leviathan
Characters: Leviathan, Main Character
Additional Tags: afab!MC (you/your), smut, cosplay, dom!Levi, Poly!MC referenced
Summary: You dress up for Levi sometimes. It’s time he returns the favor.
A request on AO3: “There’s plenty of fanfic out there about MC dressing up as Ruri or another character for Levi… How about a role reversal? MC makes Levi dress up as her favorite character for sexy time? I don’t have a preference for which character Levi has to dress up as, I just figured, he likes cosplay, he’d at least try it once, for his MC.”
Word Count: 828
“Fuck! Your cock feels so good~” You mewled loudly, not caring if anyone heard you from just outside your room or not. It wasn’t like they weren’t used to the sounds of you in the throes of passion, although they definitely weren’t as used to you being the submissive one between you and Levi so it would probably catch them off guard.
If you could be bothered to focus on anything but your own pleasure, you would see the way his cheeks nearly glowed red with embarrassment, but also with something else. When it came to you both, you had always taken the lead because he didn’t trust himself to satisfy you with his limited knowledge and skills, but right now he felt something coiling deep in his gut. It wound tighter and tighter with each thrust he made and every cry out of your mouth as he buried himself to the base.
You hadn’t expected your little cosplay session to end up like this, but life was full of surprises. The best one of the night was how Levi looked dressed as one of your current favorite characters. Seeing him clad in the black coat, pants, and boots of one of your favorite men was a new experience. The best part was the little red charm that hung from his side. He had prepped it so meticulously that you swear you could see the fire symbol inside of it sparkle as light passed through. And the second he tried on the long red wig to finish the look? Well… Hot damn! You suddenly understood why people were into this kind of thing.
You had jumped his bones the second he was fully dressed, unable to hold yourself back from stripping him of all that clothing and seeing just what was underneath. Somewhere along the way (and you weren’t sure where) you had jokingly called him by the character’s name and admitted to having fantasies about him every now and again. It was bad enough that Levi had to share you with his brothers, but now you were expecting him to compete with someone that didn’t even exist? There was no way the avatar of envy could stand that kind of slight. Now you were here, on your back with one leg slung over his shoulder as he buried himself inside of your warmth, the hair from his wig cascading gently onto your chest and tickling every inch of skin that it brushed over.
“I want you so much.” You reached up, spreading your arms and inviting him to lie against your chest.
He dipped his head down, finding one of your nipples and pinching it between his teeth, causing you to scream something incoherent. His fingers dug into your soft flesh as his grip tightened, allowing him to sink himself even deeper into you, “You’re so tight. Do you really want this guy to screw you that badly?”
You try to shake your head but can only toss it back as you feel him press against your deepest parts, “No. I -ngh- want you more, Levi.”
“Say it again.” His voice was low and commanding, something you weren’t used to from him.
“WantyousobadLeviGonnacumpleasedontstop.” You beg him as you feel yourself beginning to cross over the edge and begin to tumble over the edge. Levi obliges and continues to pump himself inside of you, feeling himself reaching his own release along with you. Your walls clench around him violently as you scream from deep in your chest.
Just as Levi began to hit his own peak, he pulled out of your heat and unloaded himself onto your stomach. You collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. Your lower stomach had a trail of white spread across it, leaving the spots where it was settled feeling warm.
Your boyfriend stared down at you, panic spreading across his face from how loose your muscles seemed to have become after your orgasm, “Hey! Are you alright?”
The only thing you could do was hum and laugh, your mind completely fried after everything that happened, “Shoo gud.” You giggled again and reached between your legs to spread yourself open and give him another view of the hole he had just been fucking, “Wan’ chu more…”
Levi could feel the next wave of heat that rolled through him as you prompted him through slurred speech. Part of him felt bad for doing something so intense with you and allowing his possessiveness to threaten your safety, but the other part was staring at your blissed-out expression and enjoying the thought that he had brought you to this state. Who knew that somewhere deep inside that he was a switch with a tendency for seeing your fucked silly face. All it took was some kind of excuse so he could let his jealousy and confidence take over. That would be good to remember for the future…
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