#i have s bunch of other rings i wear to work and then take off at home so my exema doesnt flair up lol
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Did not realize polls were timed...no wonder y'all be asking for rebogs
Anyway tell me about ur jewelry in the tags if u wanna!!
#i wear three rings always#engagement ring diamond ruby band on middle left finger and promise ring on right hand#i have s bunch of other rings i wear to work and then take off at home so my exema doesnt flair up lol
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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader
➥ word count | 1k
➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, switch!jk, semi public sex, exhibitionism, cum play
➥ summary | request: was wondering if you could do another short chapter of what will happen if y/n chose to wear the underwear jungkook used to masturbate with🥲
➥ notes | ask and ye shall receive lol. i changed the prompt a little but i hope you enjoy anon 💚 also sorry for any mistakes its 3 am 🥲
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"You might wanna hurry up," you warn, your lips teasing the corner of Jungkook's trembling mouth with every breathy word. "They're gonna start wondering where we are."
Bar bathrooms aren't the most discrete of places, certainly.
Not only could anyone walk in to find you with your pants tight around your thighs - hands stretching out the waistband of your panties to keep yourself exposed to your boyfriend - you've been gone for long enough, the other's are going to come looking.
You might have another ten to fifteen minutes if Jimin gets distracted by shots (even less if he doesn't).
Jungkook groans, low and throaty. "I'm trying, I -- fuck!"
A shiver rattles his frame. Sweat dapples his forehead, clings to the downy soft hair at his temples. One arm braces him against the stall, the other working furiously between his thighs to no avail.
"I don't think I can cum like this, baby."
You hum, dragging the tips of your fingers up the length of his exposed thigh. The muscles bunch, jumping beneath the whisper of your touch. His lashes flutter.
The intensity of his gaze when his eyes catch yours sends sparks of awareness ricocheting down your spine, blowtorch bright. His brows furrow low over blown pupils; the pretty amber of his irises a thin ring of glittering gold.
When his teeth tug on his lip ring, you want to take a nibble for yourself, attention drawn to the red bitten swell of his bottom lip as the metal dimples the flesh.
You swallow, rough.
So pretty like this, you think.
"Fuck, that's it," he hisses, voice reedy and thin with desire. He rolls his wrist, squeezing the swollen head of his cock between his fingers until a clear bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip. "Keep looking at me like that."
Your stomach swoops.
Liquid fire burns through your veins, settles into a blooming warmth that hooks behind your navel. Your thighs clench, and your hips twitch. You throb when he stares down at your pussy, transfixed by the sticky slick clinging to your folds and the pulse of your clit.
"I wish we were back at home," he says, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Wanna fuck you so bad, baby."
You sigh in agreement, ducking forward to ghost a kiss over the corner of his jaw. "Please, Kook. We don't have much time. Give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my pussy, wanna play with myself all wet and messy when we get home."
His fist slams against the stall door, his head rolling back between his shoulders as he grits his teeth. His other hand reaches down to massage his balls, a thumb digging into the base of his shaft.
"Shit!"
So, so close. And yet...
"If you don't now, you won't be able to for the rest of the night. You know how the boys are - we're gonna be out until at least 2 AM."
Jungkook huffs, “I know, trust me. I want to cum, but I’m telling you I can’t.”
It’s adorable how frustrated - how miserable - he looks as he works a hand over the length of his soaked cock. Movements short, rough; desperate strokes meant to get him off quick and dirty because you're running out of time.
"My poor baby," you say.
Heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation, you tilt your hips out. Your stance widens, allowing you to slip a hand between your thighs with ease. Fingers stroke down the length of your slit, tips dipping into your entrance to gather sticky arousal.
Jungkook watches you all the while, his breath stuttering from him in heavy pants. His eyes are twin black holes; dragging you in and refusing to let go. His hand's movements never paused, still working at his cock with long, heavy strokes.
"Here, let me help with that."
Reaching up, you take your soaked fingers and trace them along the curve of his mouth. Smear your slick into the chapped skin. Tease the tips along the soft velvet of his inner lip.
Your breath catches when you feel the flicker of his tongue lapping up your arousal, his gaze burning into yours.
"You taste so good."
Teeth nip at your fingers. When he speaks, his words slur together and his hand speeds up until his inked knuckles are a blur of movement.
"Hahh - wanna bend you over right now, eat you out until you're crying. Fuck you full. Make - make your pretty pussy squirt all over my cock."
"Yes," you breathe, touching your forehead to his. Your noses brush as you share space, the air heavy with arousal. "Just like that, baby. Now... don't you wanna cum all over me? Soak my panties and make me walk around the bar all messy just for you?"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
When he finally falls over that edge, his mouth drops open on a silent whine. His eyes scrunch shut as the fingers of one hand curl over the top of the stall, the other a loose ring for him to fuck his hips into.
A full body shudder rolls through him.
Spurts of cum stripe along the top of your mound, dripping down over your throbbing clit to pool into the crotch of your panties. The fabric darkens, sticky and damp.
"That was so hot, baby." Jungkook runs his clean hand through his hair, fingers trembling. He's glassy eyed, dazed as he shoots you a dopey smile. "Haven't cum that hard in a while."
You smile, tossing him a wink while you pull the waistband of your panties up your hips. You moan when the fabric clings to your folds, pussy throbbing; a sticky friction you'll feel with every step.
You kiss his flushed cheek, and say with a wink, "Mm, now let's get back out there. Wouldn't want them thinking we were up to something, would we?"
His laugh echoes off the bathroom walls, following you out into the din of the bar, his body a line of heat at your back. When you get to the shared table, you're not fooling anyone.
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AITA for stealing jewelry and a few other items from my hoarder aunt?
This was a few years ago now, I wanna say maybe 2018? My dad has two sisters, Z and K. K is married to a hoarder and has some hoarding tendencies herself so their house and particularly their garage is a mess. Not biohazard levels of mess but for sure just dusty, dirty, and stuffed with with ancient unusable garbage. K and her husband don’t have any kids, they’re both in their mid-70’s and both are in pretty poor health, so Z flew down from Florida and asked my father and I to come help clean. We agreed and came down for a day.
I have a weird relationship with my aunts. K took care of their mother until she died, and until she died my father would be at his sister’s beck and call. He would frequently abandon his own family to go help K and his mother. I don’t blame him for this, he wanted to help his sick mother, but I do blame K for using him as free labor. He built the house K is hoarding in, destroying his body in the process. Now that I’m an adult I don’t really speak to either aunt, like I had no contact with Z since Z’s second wedding in 2013. K is much closer location-wise but I don’t speak to her either because she’s just kind of off putting. The last time I spent time with her we went shopping and she kept telling me stories of her miscarriage and how annoying her husband is and pointing to someone and loudly asking “you think that’s a man or a woman?” Like I understand we are family but K and Z are as close to strangers as family can get to me. This doesn’t even cover my mom’s opinion of them and their treatment of her. Both Z and K have a history of manipulation, deception, and are both very vindictive and ignorant. She hates them both to the point of paranoia. My sister and I have a similarly low opinion of them both, but we both are more tolerable, myself especially.
So we arrive and we clean, Z and I working together to throw away a bunch of shit and my father worked on installing a new dishwasher. I stumble upon this gorgeous hanging lamp that looks like a large full moon. I text my mom about it and she flips. “That’s mine,” she says, “your father and I found that on the side of the road one night when we were first married.” So I load it into my dads car because it’s so pretty and it belongs to my parents. “Hey, you better ask if you can take that” Z says and I flat out tell her that it belongs to my mom. She shrugs and we continue to work. I find another really cool set of hanging lamps and a solid wooden lamp base carved to look like a gazelle that probably belonged to K’s husband’s parents and I took those too, with no input from Z.
These items weren’t lovingly packed and carefully stored away. They were sitting in plastic bins stuffed with dozens of boxes disintegrated plastic gloves and tools that were more rust than anything else. Towards the end of the day we discover some jewelry boxes and I take those inside to go through with K. A lot of it was junky costume jewelry but there’s some incredible pieces including a pair of 14k gold hoops that look like rams heads, a cool brass ring with an enameled signet with the Sagittarius archer, and a huge silver heart pendant. I carefully set aside the items that I would like to take home and K didn’t say anything, either because she didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Finally when we got home I showed my mom all of the cool stuff I found and she kind of scolded me, saying I should have asked to take this stuff and I brushed it off by joking that this was payment for my cleaning services. She was very happy that I rescued her moon lamp though.
I’m wearing that chunky silver heart pendant today and am thinking about it again. K doesn’t have any children so the only people who would ever inherit this junk would be either myself or Z’s kids, but Z’s daughter is no contact with Z and Z’s son lives on the other side of the country. We own the property that K lives on, pay for the taxes on it and pay for the maintenance on it all without charging K anything, so even when she and her husband die my family is going to have to clean it anyway and I can assure you I would be the only person who would actually want to sift through the garbage to find cool stuff. I feel like I saved this stuff from the landfill. I wear the jewelry I took, we have that really cool gazelle lamp displayed in our living room, and my sister said she was going to use the hanging lamps I brought home for when she has her own home. But of course I technically stole all of it and for sure will not be giving it back, even if she noticed it’s missing. AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Hello!! I’ve been enjoying all your works so far, love the way you portray hobie 🥺❤️
Hope you don’t mind me adding to your requests but can you write something or hobie’s s/o (gender neutral pls) gifting hobie handcrafted items with flowers from different universes?
Just made a bunch of pressed flower stickers and they’re really pretty 🥹
Hi hun! Thank you so much, you're too sweet 🥹 I'm not very familiar with handcrafted items, I hope you like this one!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: established relationship, no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie.
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Hobie finds a long-stemmed bright sunflower carefully placed on the doorstep of his dorm inside the spider society's Headquarters.
Hobie, tired from his last mission, bends down, his aching muscles immediately protesting; but he continues on, gingerly grabbing the stem of the flower. He twirls it around his fingers, admiring the petals, Hobie notices whenever the bright florescent light hits its petals, an iridescent sheen shines slightly turning the sunny yellow into a vibrant orange with a hint of red.
He immediately knows where the flower came from, the familiar shine of the flower fits with Earth- 2149. Hobie smiles tiredly, knowing this is your way of telling him you missed him, thanks to all the constant missions assigned to the both of you, couple it up with your regular spidey responsibilities, you haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks.
But for Hobie, it seems like it's been months without you, He misses you, a lot. Hobie searches for a note, but finds none, guess you were in a hurry.
You keep missing each other too, when he finally has the free time to hang out, Dock Ock attacks your city. When you finally have a little time off in between missions (enough time to rest and recharge with Hobie, but still not enough for your taste) Hobie's bracelet rings out, Miguel's booming voice sounds out asking for backup, you're left standing in the middle of spider society's hallway; the warmth left by Hobie's quick hug, makes you miss him more.
He sighs, punching in the code to his room.
If not for the flowers you've been leaving him these past few days, he wouldn't be able to survive another day without your embrace. Thanks to your little reminders, Hobie finds the strength to go another day without you.
The door slides open, his eyes strain at the darkness of the room, Hobie takes off his suit, piece by piece. He hisses when he accidentally hits his injured shoulder on the wall. Turning on the lights, he's greeted with various flowers you've left him these past few days. His room is littered with makeshift vases adorned with shimmering flowers of various shapes and shades.
He smiles when a slight breeze enters his open window, the sweet smell of the flowers wafting his senses, for a second he thinks you're with him.
Hobie has a forlorn look in his eyes, he walks towards a drinking glass turned vase, fingers rub over the tulip's petals. He remembers when this one first arrived, tucked neatly inside his vest, a little note strapped to its stem– be careful, love you. Your handwriting is unmistakable, you even added in a cartoon drawing of you, blowing him a kiss.
He reluctantly moves away from its petals, Hobie drags his feet, walking towards his waiting bed, he roams his droopy eyes over the flowers, remembering when and where he got them.
A pink carnation that seemed like it's painted with water colors, you lovingly left this one on his pillow one morning, with a crude drawing of Miguel angrily yelling, for the multiverse!
A multi-colored peony you pinned on his vest before you left. Your note reads: Don't forget to hydrate! Tea doesn't count, babe.
A crown made from black and white daisies, placed on top of his favourite book, a little drawing of you both wearing flower crowns and smiling is taped to the sides.
An unusual looking orchid you practically tossed at him before running towards a portal, thanks to his spidey senses, he saved it from getting mangled by running feet. The note dangling from its stem, missed you, wanna kiss you.
And so much more that he's too tired to remember. Hobie internally curses at his sleepy brain.
He lands on top of his bed with a thump. Falling asleep almost immediately.
Hobie gets woken up by a presence slowly untying his boots. He cranes his neck down, chin meeting the top of his chest.
"What?" He asks, groggily, voice heavy in his throat.
You snap your head up, looking straight at his tired eyes. "Shit, I woke you up, didn't mean to, 'm sorry" you hissed out, fingers pausing on his shoe laces.
Hobie blinks, twice, is he still dreaming? He blinks again, but when your familiar form doesn't disappear from his view, his heart soars.
"Sorry, Hobie, but you still had your boots on, and–"
He reaches out to you, "Come 'ere, lovey"
You crawl on top of him without question, laying your full weight on him. You try to move to his side, just in case you're crushing him, but he stops you with a strong arm over your back.
You rest your chin on his chest, tired eyes mirroring Hobie's. "You missed me?" You tease him despite your exhaustion.
Hobie rubs gently over the eyebags forming under your eyes, you sigh into his touch "when'd you last sleep?"
"Does blinking count?" You fight a yawn. "Miguel should start paying us more, saving the multiverse isn't enough anymore"
Hobie chuckles, your head bobs up and down, earning a lopsided grin from you. God, you missed his laugh.
His knuckles massage your back, sliding over the spandex of your suit "Too tired to change?"
"Mmhm, why? Do I smell?" You sniff at your shoulder.
Hobie lifts you up by the armpits so your head slots perfectly on the crook of his neck, you fit right in like a missing puzzle piece.
"No," he hugs you tighter, both arms securing you right on top of him, Hobie loudly sniffs at you "nah, actually" he sniffs at you again, "yeah, you do" Hobie grins.
You gasp out, clutching at your chest, faking that you're offended by his comment. "Maybe I should shower then" you try to move away, but Hobie curls his arms tighter around your torso, locking you in.
You giggle at his antics.
He buries his face on your head, "you smell like the flowers you gave me" Hobie's voice is soft, if it weren't for your enhanced hearing, you wouldn't have heard him.
"You liked them?" you'd tease him for his comment later, but right now, you both needed to rest.
"Mmhm" he pecks your scalp "especially the drawings" Hobie says in between kisses.
"Good, because I have another one." You procure a pressed red rose from your back pocket. He wonders which universe this one came from.
"I'll add it to my collection then" Hobie admires the pressed flower thoroughly, this one seemed different from the rest, more loved. He concludes that it's from your own dimension.
Your eyes close, finally succumbing to fatigue.
"Missed you" he answers your previous question, you heard him before you could fall asleep, smiling as you cuddle Hobie.
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oddly specific but can you do the wansho characters making rubber band/bead and string bracelets n necklaces with the reader lol ty in advance
Paper Rings
Featuring Tsukasa Tenma, Emu Otori, Nene Kusanagi and Rui Kamishiro
Bullet point format this time :,) sorry anon. But i hope it’s still to your liking… also sorry for the wait
Tsukasa Tenma
Tsukasa loves doing crafts. Although it’s not his real task at the Wonder Stage, he often helps make the props
So when Tsukasa found a bag of beads with strings next to it, he had a brilliant idea.
He brought home the bag and string and presented it to you with a childlike glimmer in his eye, he actually looked really excited!
“(Name)! Let’s make each other bracelets with these!”
Of course you accepted, who wouldn’t? And even if you didn’t want to, it’d feel like a crime not too
You and Tsukasa sat on the floor of his room for a good few hours making all different kinds of jewelry, ranging from bracelets to necklaces
It was sweet quality time with one another, and when the accessories were finished, you two would never take them off.
Knowing that these were handmade and specifically for the other, you both loved to brag about them. Especially Tsukasa
If someone were to ask him where he got his bracelet and or necklace from…
“Ah! My s/o made it just for me! Isn’t it perfect?”
Emu Otori
This is of course Emu’s idea
You went over to her house to help clean her room, and in the process, finding an old bag of beads with rubber bands and string
When she caught sight of what was in your hands, Emu forgot entirely about cleaning her room. That was too boring- this isn’t though
“(Name) (Name)! Let’s make a bunch of bracelets!”
You wouldn’t decline of course, never would you dream of declining it. Emu dragged you to a clean corner of her room and emptied the bag on the ground
Neither of you really cared about the bigger mess that would need to be cleaned up in a few hours, so there was a bit more freedom with how much you two could make
Of course, you made those bracelets. Not just for you and her- but also the rest of WxS and Emu’s friends at the Girl’s Academy
But you also made necklaces, anklets, rings, and a weirdly shaped dinosaur?
Emu would wear and display what you made for her with pride. She’s keep a bracelet on her wrist but also another connected to her bag, so if anyone were to ask…
“It’s from my s/o! Do you want one as well? I have plenty!”
Nene Kusanagi
Nene didn’t expect her day to be spent like this, not at all.
This was your idea- to make bracelets for each other as well as other accessories. Nene of course accepted your offer, though she doesn’t know crafts that well…
So you needed to teach her how to make a simple bracelet, guiding her hand to the string and connecting them with different beads
Once Nene got the hang of it, she enjoyed this quite a lot!
“(Name), I didn’t think this would be so fun… thank you..”
You told her there’s no need to thank you, and to just enjoy the process and quality time, to which she did
Nene made more bracelets than you thought, even more than you made!
She wouldn’t say it out loud, but she felt accomplished by making you smile
You two didn’t pick and choose which ones you wanted, and only took all the ones the other had made. Unless there was one you’d want to keep-
Nene will wear multiple of your bracelets at once, stacked on her wrist. It’s quite noticeable when her sleeve is slightly rolled, so when she’s asked about it…
“Oh these… they’re from my s/o. Do you also think they look good?”
Rui Kamishiro
Rui has plenty of experience with crafts- after all, he is an inventor and director
This wouldn’t really be either of your ideas, rather something that just happened naturally
Rui was working on a new mascot for the Wonder Stage, and was trying all sorts of designs. One of which being an arm full of beaded bracelets
You saw this and how much work it would be on his own, so you of course assisted him
“Ah dear (Name), you really don’t have to. But if it’s what you want to do, I don’t mind.”
You two are creating these bracelets for hours, focused on a perfect bracelet not only for the mascot, but also each other
Rui at this point is determined to make you multiple of these bracelets as well. Not only for helping him but also because he just wanted to
Your behalf is doing the exact same thing. You two chuckle at the fact you were thinking the exact same the whole time
Rui is not ashamed to wear all the bracelets you gave him, or hook it onto his bag. He feels pride swell up in his chest when someone asks him where he got it from
“I didn’t get this from anywhere, in fact, it was my s/o who made it for me. It looks lovely, doesn’t it?”
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Random question is about style-- what is your current style and is what you wear every day in keeping with it or do you only get to walk it out on certain occasions? (Inspired by a convo with a friend where we said we grew up but never got to fill our closets with everything we thought we would)
BLUE.
Man, my askbox got neglected while I was gearing up for my week away, sorry.
I've gained a bunch of weight in the past couple of years due to some laziness and health issues and anti-depressants. I don't mind other than the fact that its wreaking havoc on my back and the older I get the harder it is to take off the weight so I really just have to focus on beefing up my core muscles to deal with the extra....
Anyway. That's all to say that the other thing that sucks is that I'm growing out a bunch of my clothes and that sucks because I like my clothes.
Mostly these days I wear a bunch of printed shirts from Redbubble--Camile Chew designs, Mando and Prospect insider symbols, witchy memes, 80's style Anubis graphics. And then I have a couple pair of these linen overalls AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Pair them with a long black cardigan covered with stars and the brightest footwear I have--80's style New Balances, burgundy suade hightop Vans, these atrocities--plus a lot of dangly acrylic earrings, witchy necklaces and rings, crystal bead bracelets... Combine it all with cat-eye glasses and a messy updo, I'm going for middle-aged hippiewitch and/or female Dieter Bravo.
It's great.
But sometimes it's just wacky and warm sweaters and skinny jeans and riding boots... whatever I effing feel like in the day. I work in the arts (and sometimes am the only one in the office) and therefore nobody looks twice when I dress like a sloppy goth or a garden witch or a Steven Universe character. I have a set of skeleton PJs that are practically my uniform in October. The day I got this job and walked out of the for-profit world I threw all my business casual clothes in a bag and took them to the Goodwill.
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Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…?
Paint your nails?
Know how to cook or at least make something edible?
Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?
Borrow something and not return it?
Shoplift?
Take home a zoo animal?
Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?
Talk or snore in their sleep?
Want to do karaoke?
Eat a spoonful of wasabi?
Get hangry before a meal?
Pie someone in the face as a prank?
Look at my lovely monster men, i enjoyed working on this ask sooo much. <3
Alright babe, prepare yourself for the longest response you never expected >:]
I ‘ve been thinking about these rowdy little shits 24/7 for the last two months, and oh boy do I have a lot to talk about.
Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…?
Paint your nails?
All the boys would paint your nails! but some of them are better than others.
Paul would make an…effort for about 6 fingers, 4 on the right, 2 on the left, then get distracted and wiggle his fingers in your face, “okay, my turn :) ” They look like shit and they’re all in different colors, but you can’t stay mad at that cute face.
Marko would be hyper focused, little tongue sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated, he has the hands of a surgeon with decades of sewing practice. “10/10 would recommend to friends,” and he’s beaming; smug lil shit.
Dwayne is not as good as Marko, his hands shake quite a bit, and he feels bad after he finishes the last nail. It looks a bit wonky, but you love it; give him a big kiss on the cheek and he’ll feel better.
If you’re too nervous to ask David, never fear! He’ll smell the toluene and come out from wherever he’s hiding like the rat that he is. “You’re doing it wrong,” and he’ll get the nail polish remover and clean off whatever you started; sit tight because he’s gonna make a ‘thing’ out of it. He does your fingers and toes and tells you how he used to do this for his ma’ before she passed, when he’s done it’s the best of all the boys’, and they’re all jealous.
2. Know how to cook or at least make something edible?
Tough to say, they were all alive at one point so they should all know how to make…something. I’d have to say David, and Dwayne can make good food, edible and yummy, but Marko is the best cook. Lots of love goes into his meals, whenever he decides to actually cook, which is not often. It’s a treat when he does, but don’t expect him to clean up after himself, “I cook, you clean, dems da rules.”
Paul cannot cook, poor thing has burned water, “is cereal cooking?” No baby, it’s not.
3. Have a tattoo(s) or to get one?
No tattoos, sorry. They were born before it was mainstream, and vampires heal too quickly for them to last long. Paul, Dwayne, and David tried to get tattoos; Paul got Woodstock on his ass, Dwayne got a jaguar back tattoo, and David got a sleeve of a skeleton cowboy. The ink lasted all of 4 days; Marko wanted one on his face but didn’t get it because he thought it would clash with his jacket.
(The boys have various scars on their body but I’m only gonna go into the major ones) David has a brand on the back of his left arm on his tricep- branding accident from when he was alive. You can still see the heart when he doesn’t have his jackets on, its uneven and a light pink.
Dwayne has a scar on his back above his right hip, and one on the left side of his ribs, they’re thin mauve stab marks.
Marko and Paul have scars around their knuckles from fighting; they’re light tannish/reddish rings around their knuckles. Markos are much deeper than Paul's, and this is why he wears his gloves, little fucker still loves to fight. -Piercings are a whole different story, thinking about it gave me a migraine, these kinky fuckers would have a bunch.
4. Borrow something and not return it?
Paul, because he forgot, but he’ll give it back when you ask for it; although you’ll have to help him look for it.
Marko, because he doesn’t care; if he doesn’t want it, you’ll have to go find it, if he does want it, then just buy another one bc you’re not getting it back.
Dwayne will take things and return them before anyone notices they’re gone, for being the biggest of the boys, he sure is quiet and sneaky.
David will do what Dwayne does, or gaslight you, “this is mine, you never had one.”
5. Shoplift?
All of them?? Lol.
But Marko and Dwayne will do it the most.
David steals things like peoples’ personal items, just yoinks it off em while they walk by; has never gotten caught.
Paul steals candy, and shiny things, he got that bird brain. He literally will go, “ooo,” and stick it in his pockets, very obvious. He’s constantly getting caught; people will confront him, which startles him. He yelps, punches them in the throat, and runs away.
Marko is a kleptomaniac, its gotten so bad that David will make him empty his pockets before they get back to the cave, “you don’t need it.” Or a quick, “put it back,” while they’re still in the store. Is constantly getting caught, he usually gets an “excuse me sir?” And responds with the death stare.
Dwayne does it because ‘fuck capitalism’. Will sometimes get caught, responds with, “no, I’m allowed to do this.” It’s so calm and casual people don’t know what to do.
They’re all banned from Walmart; they still go to Walmart.
6. Take home a zoo animal?
Since the boys can’t go most places during normal visiting hours, they will sneak into the zoo, aquariums, and museums to go see stuff. They usually do it drunk and have caused thousands of dollars’ worth of damage lmao.
Step 1: fly to LA Zoo. Step 2: get blackout drunk. Step 3: harass the animals.
David would try to fight the kangaroos; laugh when they posted up, fake jab at them and then go blind with rage and fury when it hit him back. Lmaooo, he would throw a real punch and accidently knock it out, “whoops.”
Animal Cruelty is NOT funny, but this is literally the most hypothetical a situation can get.
Paul would break into the badger habitat, drag one out of the burrows, snatch it, and hold it up for the boys to see. “Guys! I haven’t seen one of these in forever!” Shaking it back and forth while it snarled and bit and scratched at him.
Dwayne would want to cuddle the jaguar; he could tame it with his thrall so it wouldn’t bite him, because he wants to pet it sooooo bad. Even as drunk as he was, he wouldn’t take it because he wouldn’t want it hurting Laddie; so, he would steal little jaguar plushies for him and his son from the gift shop. Aside from all the other stuff they would steal from the gift shop.
They’d joust the elephants, share a joint with the orangutans, put a live sheep around their shoulders pretending it was a rich lady’s coat, howl with the wolves, bark with the seals, twitter around like the meerkats, and they would HATE the giant otters. Throw stuff at it, “ew it looks like Max.” They would also throw stuff at the flamingos, “why the fuck do they smell like that,” and call them, “stinky.”
Marko would actually break the glass on the reptile exhibits. He would see a snake he wanted and just, “hiya!” And snatch it up. He’d hold it up and yell, “vampire snake!! Vampire snake!!” Wrap it around his neck and the boys would not be able to get it away from him. He’d let it snake through the armholes on his jacket, and then cry when it plummeted to its death when they flew home, “nooooooooo!!” And David would silently be like, “oh thank God, no more ‘vampire snake’.”
7. Take the longest in getting ready or do their hair?
Ooooo, I love this question. All the boys are dripping in vanity, you wouldn’t think it, but they are very conscious about what they look like in public. They will preen themselves regularly, and pick at their fangs, they also have to check each other for ticks, running through the forest does that.
Dwayne loves his hair; he will regularly do masks and braid it. Takes about 7 minutes brushing it all out before they leave. His hair is the longest part of him getting ready, what’s he gotta do? Put on a shirt? Lol. But he will fr walk around naked/half-naked while looking for his clothes. Takes less than 10 minutes getting ready.
David takes a few minutes to get his hair spikey and comb it out; the longest part is letting it dry. He only fully undresses to bathe, and rarely in front of the others, but he loves the way the leather feels going on, so he dresses slowly. Total takes about 15 minutes.
Marko has to make his curls curl before they leave. He usually does a plop every few days, takes about 20 minutes to wash it, comb it, and curl it. He will then proceed to pick at the burrs on his jacket before he puts it on. Total takes about 30 minutes to get ready.
Paul takes the LONGEST to get ready, he has to shake out his hair, make it crazy, and burn a hole in the ozone with his hairspray each night. He is also an eepy boy, so he is yawning and looking for all his stuff around the cave. I also have a funny feeling that he sometimes takes off all his pins before bed. This annoys the others to no end because he has to slowly put them all back on before he can go out. Paul, sweet thing also gets distracted so, so much, he takes anywhere between 40 minutes to an hour to get ready.
8. Talk or snore in their sleep?
I don’t think the way that the boys sleep will make them snore, buuuuut of they were to snore, on a descending scale from loudest (shake the earth type) snoring to quietest (kitten type) snoring, it is Dwayne, Marko, David, then Paul. Paul will mumble stuff in his sleep, nonsense about whatever is happening in his dream, “that’s my candy Mr. Monkey,” or something. The boys have caught him doing it a few times, but he’s usually not loud enough to wake them up.
David gets night terrors. He can sleep fine for years, or decades, but they always come back. Yes, it wakes up everyone in the cave, and yes, they stay awake with him till he calms down.
9. Want to do karaoke?
All the boys are beautiful singers fr if you haven’t had the chance to hear them, I suggest you google it. So wonderful. So, they are always ready to sing. David only does it when he can use it to his advantage, his go to? “My Way,” by Frank Sinatra.
Dwayne mostly sings for Laddie’s lullabies, but his go to is, “Say it ain’t so,” by Weezer.
Paul is shy about it but give him a couple margs and he is belting, “Ice, Ice Baby,” by Vanilla Ice.
Marko will physically drag the other boys into bars when they have karaoke. His go to is “Purple Rain,” by Prince, but if he is drunk then its, “Drunk in Love,” by Jay-Z and Beyonce, he makes one of the other boys do the Jay-Z part, doesn’t matter which.
10. Eat a spoonful of wasabi?
Marko. He doesn’t care. He’ll ask for more. He’s a fucking menace. Then, he’ll pretend it’s so good and yummy to get Paul to try it with him, then throw up from laughing so hard. David will do it if you do it first, then he’ll say some old head shit like, “I lost my tastebuds in the war,” but inside, he’s dying. Dwayne isn’t stupid, and he doesn’t care what any of them say, he won’t do it; smart man.
11. Get hangry before a meal?
Who doesn’t get hangry before a meal?
Most mellow about it is Paul, he’s very laid back, so it’s no big deal for him to wait to eat.
David can control his hangry, just because he’s the oldest. But if he’s in a bad mood he will do something horrible to the first person he saw.
Marko doesn’t like being hangry; he will let it be known and make it everyone’s problem.
Dwayne cannot handle being hangry. If it gets bad enough, he doesn’t wait for the others, he will go make a mess. Like, he will fuck up a bloodline when he’s hangry.
12. Pie someone in the face as a prank?
The hyper twins are the kings of pranks. They will usually prank each other, or Max. Fuck with his lights, hit him with a bat kite, steal his money, slash his tires, set his garden on fire, ya know, harmless ‘pranks’. They would prank Dwayne by hiding his stuff, but when he held Paul upside down over the cliff, they stopped messing with him for a while. They usually didn’t fuck with David, sure they respected him, but they feared him more. One time they actually did pie David in the face. Paul came up behind him while he was smoking in the wheelchair and plap. David was piiiiiised, but not as pissed as he was when Marko nailed him with a second pie while he was chasing Paul around the cave. They were on the run for a few days, David eventually caught them and tied them to one of the stalactites in the cave, some, “no food or water, three days,” type shit.
Boy, was he mad.
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HYPNOVEMBER DAY 3: BUNNY SUIT
This month, C&C will be doing a micro story every day based on a Hypnovember list curated by Robohypnoo on Twitter. Day 3’s prompt was “Bunny Suit”.
It all felt a bit demeaning. Sydney had been looking for a new job for so long that she was in no position to refuse any opportunity that came her way, but seeing her new uniform, what little there was of it, had her second-guessing if applying to the Flip-Hop Cafe had actually been a good idea.
The Flip-Hop was the newest internet cafe in town, highly rated by both customers and employees as a great place to work and a great place to hang. Sydney hadn’t necessarily wanted to work there, given the skimpy bunny outfits that the girls who served the customers were required to wear, but she had enough confidence in her body and enough need for the cash that she at least threw her hat in the ring. But now that she was in the office, looking at that tiny suit, she was having second thoughts.
“It’s okay.” Robert, her new to-be manager, walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “A lot of the girls who come in here look at the outfit and have their worries, but it’s a big part of the success of our cafe. The more money we make, the more we can pay y’all, and the happier the employees are. I’m sure you understand that showing a little skin tends to boost the tip and sales numbers.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Sydney looked away from him and shrugged off his touch. “I get it, but man, I’m gonna look ridiculous. And it feels a little bit weird to go out in front of a bunch of strangers in what’s basically just a bikini with big fluffy ears on your head, you know?”
“I understand, Sydney. How about this? I’ll get you through the new-employee orientation, no need to go out in the costume a single time. After you’ve gone through the training and videos and all that, we’ll see how you’re feeling. I think you’d make a stellar addition to the team, so I’d like you to at least consider it.”
“Well, I guess.” She had never been great at saying no.
“Excellent. Let’s get you through the video orientation first, okay? It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Okay…” Sydney dropped her head and allowed herself to get led into the other room, costume still in hand.
Robert walked over to a large monitor and double-clicked on a .MP4 file on the desktop. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
She looked behind as he exited the room and fixed her eyes on the screen. The bar showed only 7 minutes of video, so she knew it would at least be a short video. “Well, I can leave after t-aww!”
The monitor showed something that didn’t seem related to the job at all, a scene of a couple of fluffy gray rabbits frolicking in a field. Two of them began to nuzzle into one-another as the rest bounced around joyfully in the dew-covered grass. Sydney couldn’t help herself: She was immediately invested. For as little as she wanted to take the job, she was a sucker for a good cute animal video.
“I… It’s so cute… I love them…”
For several minutes, the bunnies continued to mess around in the grass, and Sydney forgot that she was supposed to be watching an employee orientation video. It was just too cute for her to take. She hardly even noticed as the screen began to flicker, at first a few times every minute at the start and then far more frequently as the time passed.
“So cute…” She couldn’t find any other words. Her eyes were glued to the screen.
She was completely lost in the video, watching the adorable bunnies hopping around in the grass as her eyes began to glaze over. Had her senses been with her, she’d have noticed that the screen had gone darker and that text was flashing quickly above the video she was so infatuated with. Eventually, the video stopped entirely and she was far too lost to realize it.
“So cute…”
“Yes, yes you will be.” Robert took her hand from behind her and lifted her to her feet.
“I… cute?” Sydney’s synapses were fried from the flashing video that had numbed her brain.
“Of course. Don’t you want to be cute, love?”
“Cute…”
“Just put this on and I’ll show you exactly how you can be the cutest, Sydney.”
“Yes… sir…” Sydney looked at the skimpy suit in her hand, ready to be the cutest bunny that she could possibly be.
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Ghostface!Wolfstar x fem!black!reader
Notes- This is an alt universe where wizards don't exist. It's just a boring 'ol human world. They, however, are still British in this fiction, but this did stem from the Woodsboro murders. Moony and Pads are both open with their relationship. Everybody envies their bonding tbh. They all suspect nothing from them when the murders started happening. This is a modern AU, so cellphones exist. Art by likeafunerall on ig
Warnings- blood, murder, gore, bloody s*x, Oral m, and f receiving. Crying, dub-con, noncon Padfoot watches his little evil bf enjoy himself. Double Penetration(anal/vaginal, Oral), Anal between Remus, and Siri. slapping, bruising. A whole bunch of dark shit. You get the point.
Summary-You get a text message from Lily, begging you to ditch your studies for one night and come to her boyfriends stupid party. You ended up going before the news would've prevented you from going when they showed another one of those silly costume murders. You end up enjoying your time there...but somethings off. You end up stemming off into a room where you see the unthinkable...
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*Ring* Pause. *Ring* Pause. *Ri-*
"I'm still not going."
You say flatly.
" Ughhh, c'mon [Name]! You need to have some fun at least once a week!"
Lily yells into the phone, causing your mouth to upturn into a slight smirk.
"I'm having fun studying for the exam. I know I'll pass tomorrow."
You tease while twirling one of your braids around your freshly done acrylics.
"You always study, c'mon [Name] let's get you out and mingling, maybe you can get yourself a partner"
You laugh at her choice of using a partner to be inclusive to your other side, as the huge but greatly homophobic country of England would describe you.
Don't get confused, Lily, along with the other girls, have been very supportive of your coming about. But even though Dorcas and Mary are in a similar situation to you, they still act confused.
"Yeah, that can wait. I'm not even sure if I'll survive these murders long enough to get a hookup."
You can almost see Lily's scowl as she spoke her next words.
"Please [Name], don't say stuff like that. It isn't funny, nor is it charming."
You feel a pang in your heart as you remember what she felt like after the injury of Severus Snape, her little ex-friend. Even though their friendship had ended a while back. She still had a soft spot for him. Her heart especially broke when the doctors told us that he was lucky he survived.
"Sorry Lil's. That was stupid."
"It's fine, just please be careful. You know we all worry about you living the furthest from all of us. Even the boys!"
You roll your eyes at her naiveness. The only reason why they make it seem that way is because they care about Lily and her feelings. They don't give a shit about you. They ignore you whenever you hang out. And for some reason, that Sirius guy just rubs you the wrong way. He's always looking at you making faces, like he's wondering why you're still with the group or something. You choose to distance yourself from The Marauders and their silly reputation.
The only tolerable one was the one and only Remus Lupin, who just so happened to be Sirius' bf of 2 years. Even though he knew that some of the stuff Sirius did was problematic, he just let it happen. But at least he never joined in on their annoying pranks.
You double take at your study work on the desk, and then think about how going out one night wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, so what Sirius and his minions 'll be there, you're not gonna let some immature human beings the same age as you keep you from having fun.
"You know what, Lily? I think I'll actually go. What should I wear though?"
You should've braced yourself from the excited squeal that broke through the sound barrier and pierced your eardrums.
"Oh my gosh [Name] yes!-"
She began to ramble on how excited she was for you and then quickly went back to your other statement.
"Wait a minute...Did you just ask what to wear when it is LITERALLY THE 31st OF OCTOBER? You're not dense, are ya love?"
You roll your eyes at her sarcastic question and threaten her with not coming, to which she quickly apologizes profusely. You end up asking what everyone is wearing and end up getting an idea of what to wear yourself. You bid your goodbyes so that the both of you could get ready and end up going into a box of a costume you were supposed to wear Halloween. It was a Lola Bunny costume that came out around the time of the recent space jam movie. You decided to pair it with your Jordan's because they were both from the same universe in a way.
As you're getting your stuff ready for your shower, you realize over 20 minutes have passed since you've been looking for a specific pair of panties. The shorts were a little see-through, so you still wanted to match. For some reason, the underwear that you wear the most frequently seemed to be disappearing. However, it wasn't just your favorite pairs. It would be the ones that you wonder why you haven't gotten rid of them.
You finally find a pair that can replace the ones you desired at first and get in the hot steamy shower, as you're rubbing yourself down. You swear it feels like something is watching you. You look out the blinds, covering the frosted glass that would've distorted anything in front or behind it.
"Lemme stop before I scare myself"
You continue on with your shower, still a little uneasy. You dry yourself off, oil your body up, get your costume on, and put your braids in a half up, half down style. You spray yourself with some perfume, brush your teeth, and wash your face. But while you brush your teeth, you realize that your toothbrush looks like it'd been brushed against concrete. Which wasn't out of the ordinary for them to eventually get that, but you've already had it for like 5 days. It's kind of weird...
You finish up and text Lily, who said she's pulling up to your flat. You walk up to her car to see that Marlene is in there with her, her blonde, and pink highlights sticking out immediately
"Hey loves, anymore people to pick up or just us 3?"
You ask.
"We're all set, love."
You nod your head in understanding and start to observe both of their costumes. From what you could see, Lily was red riding hood. Typical redhead. James was no doubt the big bad wolf since they always coordinated their Halloween costumes. Marlene was a witch, and it looked like she bought the broom, especially for this equation, because she never cleans.
Unbeknownst to you, Lily decided to take a shorter way to James' house. And you only noticed that when you see flashing lights, a long with loud booming music.
Lily announces your arrival with an excited tremor, and you all get out, the chilly autumn air blowing right by you three.
"Lil's, I was wondering when you'd get here!"
You hear a voice that you almost instantly recognize.
James Potter.
To your dismay, they get a little handsy in front of you and Marlene, so you decide to leave them and actually join the party. Once inside, you two are almost immediately hit with a wave of drugs, sex, and alcohol.
You see people making out and grinding on eachothers laps. You and Lily decide to go to the punch and see that there are pieces of fruit in it.
"Whoever eats the most fruit wins €50."
Marlene proposes. You both fill up cups of punch first and cling them together, then you guys eat fruit. It was no surprise she got 10 while you got 5. You knew you couldn't handle your liquor, but neither could she.
While you were at your 5th one, Marlene got stuck on her 6th one and told you she was done, you'd taken her cup, and ate the last 4, and won the challenge. Her giving you your money, and you sticking it somewhere safe.
As you 2 are talking and slurring your words, Sirius walks up behind her and sneaks her a hug, instantly taking her attention away. You roll your eyes as they start talking as if you aren't even there, and you end up on the dance floor with a bunch of sweaty bodies, some not even going To 'Hogwarts, Math and Science Academy' As you're enjoying your time dancing, you end up moving your hips to a song by 'The Weeknd' and a boy ends up coming up behind you to dance with you. His hands guide your hips to grind against his crotch. And while looking at him, you can't even lie he looks gorgeous. He looks the perfect amount of feminine and masculine.
You decide to tease him and leave the dance floor, causing him to break out into a smile and shake his head. You both end up in a closet, his hands groping your body. You, however, stop him from continuing.
"Meet me upstairs in a room that has the door closed."
You laugh at his frustrated groan of being denied again.
You make your way into a room. That has posters of bands and instruments in a corner. You decide to take your shoes off and wait for the boy with your legs crossed on the bed. After a while, you start to get worried, but that worry turns into annoyance. If he changed his mind, he could've at least told you. You end up hearing odd noises in another room, like moans, they sound awfully similar to his and you think he's either trying to give you a taste of your own medicine, or he found somebody else to fuck.
You really hope it's the first one. You knock on the door to make sure it isn't somebody else, but you get no answer. Probably because the moans were getting louder. You decide to count to 5 before opening the door.
That was your first mistake.
You walk inside the room, that consist of a made bed, along with professional clothing like button ups, but some band tees lie on the floor.
Remus.
You see that there is a bathroom that connects between Him and Sirius' rooms and end up not taking any precautions to opening the door.
That was your second mistake.
You opened the door and saw the unthinkable. Blood. Everywhere on the floors, the sink, the shower door. And in the middle of it all, 2 people in black cloaks with that stupid costume on, you turn around as they notice you and bolt for the door that you unfortunately decided to close. As you sit your hand on top of the know, you get pulled back by your hair, tears coming out of your eyes, which brings a light chuckle that you would've missed had it not been for the knife pressed to your throat pulling out the smallest trickle of blood causing you to hold your breath.
"You weren't supposed to see that."
You hear the voice say with what was no doubt a voice changer that was used in the Woodsboro murders all those years ago
"Please! I don't even know who you are!"
You beg both killers, the one pointing their knife to you toying with you on purpose.
"You look so pretty when you cry...What a shame I won't be able to fuck you're sweet lil pussy before we kill you."
You see that the one pointing their knife at you seems the more dominant of the 2, the other staying quiet and only paying attention to their partner in crime.
It's embarrassing how fast you thought up of a way to get them to let you go. You can't even deny how you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your nipples poking through the thin shirt and gaining the attention of the 2 killers.
"Wait! Wait! I have an offer for the exchange of you letting me go...Ill give you anythingyou wa-"
Just then, you get a pang in your head, no doubt from those liquor packed fruit pieces.
"Hmmm, what do you think love, is she really worth it, or should we just slit her pretty throat?"
You wince at the thought of that, and wait for them to decide whether not to take you up on the offer.
As you're waiting, you don't notice that the quiet one has a visible tent that is extruding on his cloak.
The other Ghostface does, though, and instantly gets a sadistic idea that would surprise the both of you.
"How about this? My little partner over here takes his mask off, and I blindfold the both of you?"
You were in no room to deny an offer like this, so you agreed with no hesitation.
"Good girl." You can hear this Ghostface's smile through the voice changer.
He digs into one of the drawers and finds a blindfold. You realize that he's been here before if he knows exactly where the blindfolds are. He first walks over to you and stares at you through the black abyss that's placed over his eyes. He surprisingly is gentle, but firm when wrapping the thick cloth over your eyes.
Being depraved of one of your senses causes you to hear stuff better. You can hear the killers speaking in hushed whispers as if they really cared about each other. You could hear a clear moan. The quiet one must've taken his mask off.
You then hear 2 sets of footsteps coming towards you, on instinct you back up, but a tight hand pulling your hair stops you causing you to cry out.
"Behave slut."
You hear the masked on say. You apologize, and he caresses your cheek, giving it a few firm slaps before pushing your head forward into what feels like a belt buckle.
You and the unmasked one both groan, you think he tried to touch you, but his hands were slapped away by the masked one.
"Hands to yourself, baby."
Your head is continuously pushed into the buckle, and then you come to your senses what he wants you to do.
"All you want me to do is suck him off, right?"
You ask, hoping this doesn't lead to you getting your cherry popped by 2 killers simultaneously.
"Mhm, that's all ya have to do love"
The masked one assures you.
You feel his hands reach around your face and start bunching up the fabric, and then you feel both of them working to remove the cloak from the quiet one.
You feel a hand caressing your face, before it's replaced by what you can only assume is the cock of the quiet killer.
You accidentally let out a little moan that causes the masked one to taunt you.
There's a prodding at your lips before you reluctantly open your mouth for his cock
The tip leaks sticky pre, and you hate how you enjoy tasting it. His warm pre ends up, pushing its way down your throat, making you gag at the sudden action.
You reluctantly choose to keep a pace that would me up to his and your standards. At least, you thought so.
You're surprised when he takes your head and pushes you towards one of the walls and starts going to pound town on your poor throat.
"You little vixen, you're really getting off to a murderer's cock ruining your throat?"
You whimper from the words that exit his mouth. You hope he doesn't notice, but your caught off guard by the thick cum that spurts from the killer using your throat.
You sputter as he tauntingly and slowly eases out of your battered mouth.
"Guess that tired the poor thing out, huh Moony?"
The aggressive killer states...wait-MOONY?!
"R-Remus?"
You sputter out weakly.
"In the flesh sweetheart."
You hear chucklees from the other one through his voice changer, and instantly connect it to the one and only, Sirius Orion Black.
You startle slightly as the blindfold around your eyes is loosened, and your eyes adjust to the light being taken in. You see that they both sport their masks again, and feel vulnerable as you see how disheveled the struggle left you. Not that your costume was covering much up in the first place.
"I d-did what you wanted me to do, so now you can let me go..."
You struggle to get out the simple sentence out of fear.
"We aren't done yet."
Remus finally speaks.
They both start to advance on you, throwing you onto the bed, and ripping your cheap costume off, while you squeal out of fear from rough manhandling.
"Please! I won't tell anybody, if you just let me go! I'll even stop hanging around with you guys, I promise!"
They grow tired of hearing your whines and decide to stuff your mouth with cotton panties. But not just any cotton panties...THESE WERE YOUR FAVORITE PAIR!
They went missing back in May, which is super far now that you think about it, which means they've been eyeing you for at least 6 months, which scares you to think about.
Your thinking is cut off by fingers being stuffed in your untainted asshole. You bite down on the panties as soon, as Sirius slips it into the knuckle. You start crying from the pain that weighs less than the constant threat of being murdered.
You hear slight coos coming from the both of them, but decide not to listen too hard. You just wanted to focus on you to make it seem like it wasn't too bad, but then it somehow got worse when you realized your cunt might as well have been drooling from how aroused it was.
Unfortunately, Remus doesn't notice too long after you do, and instantly gets active by closing his lips around your glistening clit. You almost cringe at how pornographic of a moan he let out. Shit, you'd expect that from Sirius maybe, but Remus?
You're brought back to Sirius when he slips 3 of his fingers out of your prepped hole, and watch as he sucks them like his favorite sweet. Don't ask how you know. You just do.
You begin to buck your hips into Remus' face as he sucks harder and harder, hoping you squirt all over his face. His mask continues to scrape over your skin as he goes in on your dripping cunt. You tear up at the blood that has since then dried all over your skin, creating a sticky mess that makes you feel guilty about the guy you met.
"You know, we've always wanted to have you to ourselves. You were always confident in the way you talked, and the way you dressed. You just never would give us a chance, it was like you hated us, love."
You almost roll your eyes at the gaslighting Sirius' attempts to do, but you choose to just look up and prepare yourself for the rest of their abuse.
Remus stops sucking on your cunt just as you're about to come, making you reluctantly let out a whine that has both of them chuckling amongst each other, and you blushing at the vulnerabiltiy you showed. But you seem to forget how vulnerable you are when you're exposed like an animal in the wild.
"Cunt or her ass Moony?"
Sirius asks his lover. He situates himself after Remus chooses the former, and tucks his robe so that his bottom half is free, leaving the cloak to drape a little bit. He then lets Remus hold you while he gets his lap ready for you, and steadily sinks your ass down onto his cock making you whine at the expected, but unprepared for intrusion, Even though he used his fingers, he was still so long. You feel a slight weight on your clit, and look back to see Remus lining his thick cock up with your unprepared hole. You try and speak but it comes out muffled from your stuffed mouth.
"No!-Pweth, I cont tek et!" You try and tell him, but he only laughs at your words and continues to breach your poor cunny. You cry as they both alternate their thrusts, one going in, the other going out. Sirius takes his mask off, followed by Remus, as they both pant speeding up their pace. You're left to whine and beg for mercy as they both use you like you aren't even a person. You're embarrassed to admit how fast you came on Remus' cock, but you quickly realize that they both won't stop until they finish.
You find yourself being purposely overstimulated by Sirius, as his nude hand reaches down to stab at your swollen clit while Remus continues his assault on your poor hole. Leading you to squint all over Remus' lover stomach, and drip down onto the soaked sheets that now sport a grey color, instead of the silk white it was once. You feel both of them finish inside of your holes, but are startled when they start switching positions right after their highs disipitate.
They communicate through short curt words, and you find yourself on all fours with Sirius situated behind you, and Remus situated behind Sirius. They simultaneously line their cocks up with their targets, and both sink in at the same time making all 3 of you let out loud moans.
Remus maintains a steady pace, while Sirius prefers to go as fast as his hips can take him, making him the first to finish, which leaves you, and Remus. Remus continues using Sirius' hole, while Sirius is riding his high out inside of you, but he pulls out and hurrying over to your face, and pulls your panties out of your mouth, to unexpectadely shove his cock down your throat once again, causing you to choke and whine at how much you've been used this night. He only uses your throat for a few seconds before he pulls out and comes all over your face, getting some especially in your mouth. You hold it before he reaches in and presses down on your tongue, forcing you to swallow his seed. He and Sirius crach down at the top of the bed together, while you've sunk into the mattress by the foot of the bed. You try and get up to get away, but you're stopped by 2 pairs of hands pulling you towards the connecting bodies.
"Where do you think you're going? We haven't even decided if we wanna keep you alive or not."
Sirius questions, you open your mouth to answer him but end up bursting into tears, and you just lay your head down on the both of them to drift off to anything, but a restful sleep.
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My fanfic after almost a year of no writing, that writers block really hit me hard, but I honestly feel it coming again. I actually started writing this fic in october, and it was supposed to come out halloween night, but I was too lazy.
Please let me know if I've made any mistakes, and I hope you enjoyed!
Likes, Reblogs, and comments are encouraged and appreciated!
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What's your take on the Monster High Isi Dawndancer situation? Isi was their only Native American doll, but the company, citing many concerns and criticisms from Native people over the course of the original doll's release, have decided not to reissue her in the Monster High reboot, as they feel she's an offensive character and do not wish to insult Native people.
This has caused some people - who are white - to defend why she's a great character actually, and I don't like that I can't find Native voices talking about this. So I turned to you to get actual Native input: is this a character who should be rereleased as a doll and included in the new webispodes, in your opinion, or did the company do the right thing by removing her?
TV Tropes has a quick overview of the character here under Isi Dawndancer (since digging through the 10+ fan wikis is a pain): http s://tvt ropes.or g/p mwiki/pm wiki.ph p/Char acters/Mons terHigh
Okay so I looked at the TV Tropes page and her wiki page and here are my thoughts:
She's a deer spirit, specifically based off of the Deer Woman apparently. Really don't know how I feel about the Monster High franchise using a sacred spirit as inspiration for a character, but she's not a w-ndigo, which is. . . something, I guess. More than I expected. Also I just hate deer-centered Native characters in general. They're tacky, overdone, stereotypical, and often dehumanizing.
"Native Scaremerican" can we fucking not actually. In complete seriousness though, she doesn't seem to have any official tribe/nation, which is very aggravating.
She's wearing what looks to be dreamcatchers, which are Ojibwe (Northern midwest US). The wiki says that her clothing patterns are "Aztec", but they definitely look more like they're inspired by a number of different Southwest tribes, namely the Apache, Diné, and Hopi. She's from "Boo Hexico", which supports the Southwestern influence, but her name is Choctaw, which is a Southest nation. So she's a mishmash of a whole bunch of unrelated cultures :/. Also the feathers are shitty and unnecessary and her name is just stereotypical in general.
"She is a deer spirit from Boo Hexico who lived there all her life until a vision notified her of Monster High and urged her to study there." A vision? Really? The Native American character gets spiritual visions to guide her?
Dancing seems to be the only cultural thing she's got going for her. What kind of dancing is unclear. Is she a jingle dancer? Fancy shawl? Buckskin? Because traditional dances have purposes and meanings, they're not just generic swaying and that seems to be the vibe they're going with for her.
(I hope it's not buckskin dancing. That would be weird all things considered.)
The TV Tropes page says that she has a power that makes guys fall in love with her and she's repeatedly described as flirty. There's a lot of awful stereotypes centered around the idea of Native women being seductive and irresistible and I do NOT like seeing that continued here.
"The birds of the air and beasts of the field are all my friends. I would not want to cause jealousy by choosing one over the other." Wow. A Native American character who just loves animals so much and has a special connection to them. How unique and interesting.
All in all, she's a fucking mess and even just looking at her design makes me want to cringe out of my skin. I definitely support the company's decision to discontinue her for the reboot, but it would ring very hollow if they continue to produce dolls of her. I also feel like just discontinuing her completely is a cop-out because companies use that sort of backlash against stereotypical characters as an excuse to not include Native characters at all, claiming that it's just not worth risking offending people when they really just don't want to put in the work.
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Hi hello I am here to spread @dawg3i and I's Stranger Things monster AU propaganda
So far the monsters we have are:
Mike - Gargoyle
Will - Wizard (I know he's canonically 'zombie boy' but this works)
Dustin - Gorgon
Lucas - Zombie
Max - Oni
El - Anomaly
Steve - Werewolf
Robin - Werecat
Jonathan - Poltergeist
Nancy - Vampire
Billy - Straight up devil
Eddie - Vampire
Argyle - Kappa
Joyce - Witch
Hopper - Werewolf
Suzie - Possessed dummy doll (Think Slappy)
Jason - Werewolf
Chrissy - Fairy
Angela - Pixie
Dr. Brenner - Warlock
001 and the other lab kids - Anomaly
El's whole anomaly thing is that the anomaly is a hybrid of a bunch of other monsters and some nasty Upside Down stuff. So the anomaly is covered in vines that act as armor and the main body is kinda smokey like the Mind Flayer.
[El's anomaly form. 001's form is more white. The anomaly towers over werewolves and causes mass destruction wherever it goes]
The Party didn't know any of this in s1 of course. They just thought El was a weird bald fairy (She started out as a fairy when she was born prior to becoming an experiment. After she lost her abilities post s3 she had to learn how to actually be a fairy and cue the s4 bullying) Honestly Lucas and Dustin were relieved when she disappeared after going into her anomaly form to defeat the demogorgon because what the fuck
Mike, after El disappears: EL WHERE DID YOU GO
Lucas: Maybe this was for the better uhahah whatthefuckwasthat
Dustin: nonoyeahhhhaaha I think this is for the best
Other misc notes because this whole post is a mess. Dustin wears a hat because of his snake hair and he's tried to turn Ted to stone multiple times bc he keeps forgetting Ted is already stone (Ted's also a gargoyle). Gargoyle Mike. Mock. Or Rike. Dustin names all of his snakes and names one of them Dart for honor. Mike says he can totally use his wings but he's a filthy liar. He’s like totally able to fly he just can’t right now cause of reasons. Shut up. Vampires can go out into the sun and moonlight by wearing certain rings made by witches/wizards/basically any magic handler (Think Vampire Diaries). The Wheelers got theirs from the Byers and Eddie was able to get fashionable ones. Erica's the type of zombie that will crawl on walls n shit. Lucas’ bed is just. A bed of dirt and a tombstone. A tombstone with a single Micheal Jordan poster taped to the headstone. Fairy Chrissy has those cottagecore vibes.
Pre s1 Steve and s1 Steve would take any moment to shift into his wolf form. It was an ego protector and a huge thing to show off his strength and intimidate people. But then Jonathan (A fucking ghost) put his ego in place and made him tone down on the shifting. It made Steve realize that no matter what there's something bigger and worse than him that can kill him.
Anyways s2 Steve was very clear about changing every now and then for specific purposes or emergencies. Cue Dustin going "Holy shit can I PLEASE see your wolf form please please please" and Steve's like "shut the fuck up"
None of the kids had seen his wolf form so they kinda always pestered him about it. During the demodog standoff he didn't even change then, only making his arms go halfway for strength purposes. During his fight with Billy, he only changed when Billy started attacking the kids. He WOULD'VE won if Billy hadn't had silver brass knuckles. Billy almost murdered him. Steve now has burn mark esque face scars from Billy's silver brass knuckles.
Jason is like s1 Steve and transforms all the time. Jason’s wolf form is unusually smaller. People don’t know much werewolves so there’s nothing to compare to and everyone just thinks he's huge but in reality Steve’s form is like 7ft while Jason's is 6'3".
In The Party and Hellfire's DnD games humans just have extensive lore since they're so uncommon in their world. They all have overpowered humansonas.
Will is the most naturally 'human' looking out all of them except for maybe the vampires. His inhuman features are stuff like pure purple eyes, claws, pointed ears, purple scales, and that thing evil characters have where there's black stuff on their hands and feet. That but purple and not evil. He also has that on the tips of his ears.
Steve's type is just. Vampires. I can't blame him. Even when Eddie and Nancy are in their bat forms Steve and Robin go heart eyes. Their tails wag whenever Eddie or Nancy enters the room. They try to hide it but it never works. They lean up against a wall when they walk in and they don’t say anything but they have a silent understanding. The way Robin finds out about Steve’s little crush is when Eddie and him are talking at Family Video and his tail is going 90mph. Steve finds out about Robin's crush on Nancy when he starts noticing that she has a death grip on her tail only when she’s talking to her. She blames it on anxiety or just a fidget like chewing your nails but they both know she’s a terrible liar. Also stuff like her ears perking up when Nancy's talking, her pupils widening, and purring.
Will is just a little guy. A lad. He can fulfill his life long dream of casting fireball. Joyce mentors him in his magic.
[There he is!]
Vampires probably can't smoke weed so RIP Eddie I guess. Pixies have simpler wings than fairies, like a translucent color. Fairies got them patterned pretty ones. Angela lowkey has a boring look but don't tell her that or she'll kill you. Pixies and fairies also carry around magic Tinker Bell style.
Gargoyle Mike cannot win a fight despite being a literally chunk of stone. He just freezes up. He has no idea what to do other than tackle. After he tackles you he tries to put on as much dead weight as he can. Just render them down until they give up. During his fight with Billy in s3 at the pool Billy chucks him through the wall. Possessed demon beats the shit out of a living boulder.
Max, just witnessing Mike get thrown through a fucking wall: a
Every time Dustin comes across a wild snake he wants to adopt it. It is his now. It just follows him home and everyone has to deal with it.
Lucas: Dustin can you like. Not bring those in here
Dustin, wrangling like four or more snakes in his arms: Oh wow. Okay so this isn’t a safe space
The Castle Byers scene. Oh boy. You know how in ianowt Sydney got overwhelmed and she just like. Screamed into the forest and shit blew tf up around her. Will does that. He just sits there in the rain as Castle Byers turns to rubble
Aight that's all we have for now bye
Oh and here's some art by dawg3i go reblog all of their stuff right now
#stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things s4#st4#stranger things au#the party#mike wheeler#will byers#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#el byers#el hopper#jane hopper#eleven#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jonathan byers#stranger things argyle#robin buckly#okay that's enough characters#byler#lumax#ronance#steddie#Frog talks
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you like their hands
character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific
post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]
note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳
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todoroki shouto
i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands
but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”
so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.
his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red
moving on..
you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when
he didn’t really get it at first??
yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet
shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it
and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.
speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.
so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him
then he just suddenly reached for your hand
seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”
then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help
scenario
“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.
you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.
that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them
“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.
he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.
his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.
but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities
he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware
your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz
after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training
to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes
a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.
is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.
bakugou katsuki
SCREAMs
bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.
he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes
his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.
bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you
he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?
you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged
so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed
scenario
“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff
“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you
“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”
“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.
“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”
“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”
“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”
you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”
you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.
bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.
“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.
well.. not really?
he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.
when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.
bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,
and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.
a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh
but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all
but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T
midoriya izuku
less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??
of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about
but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well
he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit
he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies
but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream
compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.
but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.
you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized
but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.
and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions
but he gets real pouty when you pull away
scenario
“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room
“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.
“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.
“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”
izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted
“but why won’t you hold my hand?”
“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”
you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.
on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.
but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public
but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved
when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack
after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts
a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips
overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.
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➥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
➥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
➥ 𝐖/𝐂 | 4k
➥ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.
➥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱! , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲.
multi-fandom ask requested by @light164star hope you enjoy this my love!
in any normal university a fraternity represents ambition, passion, and integrity amongst brotherhood. but things were different in your university.
the Sigma Chi (ΣΧ)’s were different. they stayed in this big gorgeous frat house across campus, they threw the best parties and had the best of everything. they had the best selection of everything on campus, even down to the best dining hall. they were very selective to who they admitted. well, judging by the guys you saw leave that building it seemed as if they only accepted the best of the best. the best looking guys, best athletes, the academic powerhouses, the all rounders. every guy on campus wished they were one of them and every girl wished they could be with one of them. but the Sigma Chi’s never dated anyone. that was their number one rule.
and lastly, the sigma chi was rich. not because it was full of a bunch of guys who were spoiled rotten by their parents. not because the university provided them with full ride scholarships. but because the sigma chi house wasn’t what everyone thought it was. of course it was a house of brotherhood, but they had subscribers all across campus. including you. and the university officials had yet to know that. not that anyone would snitch anyway, they practically had everyone wrapped around their fingers. they even managed to wane off some of the security guards and professors from scoping out their territory, giving them hush money for their loyalty.
i know what you’re thinking. no -- the sigma chi’s aren’t a mafia. despite their ways they’re actually far from a mafia. they were a fraternity. they were a business. and one thing for certain, two things for sure, don’t you ever meddle in the business of the sigma chi’s. no one has ever came back from that little mistake. as far as you were concerned the victims were basically wiped off the face of the earth, complete lost of contact, even their social media accounts deleted and deactivated. no one knew what the sigma chi’s did to them but no one wanted to find out either.
anyway, you held your head low while walking towards the steps of the house. not everyone on campus knew about their little secret but that still didn’t keep you from being embarrassed about yours. you were a happy subscriber and you weren’t going to deny that. sometimes you wondered how your application even got accepted. but it did. you went into the little convenience store they held in the building, waiting for kim seungmin/kang taehyun/ ju haknyeon, either one of them were required to check you in. they worked at the house convenience store but little did anyone know the trio were the brains behind the whorehouse. they didn’t handle much subscribers themselves, but faithfully took care of admissions and payments. oh, and also check in’s. no one could get service or even have access to the whorehouse without going through them first.
the motion detector chimed indicating that they had a customer. you bit your lips looking around a bit, hoping no one walked in right after you. hoping they would think you’re just there to purchase snacks or something. with his sleeves rolled up from handling the store’s stock--coming from the back was kim seungmin. he approaches the back of the counter and does a little head tilt, indicating that you needed to show your identification. you reached your fingers into your wallet and plucked up your student identification card, sliding it on the counter. he reaches for it and opens an app on his smartphone, making sure you were a paying subscriber. lord knows they had enough people behind on payments yet still trying to receive service. even though you knew you were up to date on your payments you still gulped. seungmin never really showed much of any facial expression which scared you. just a sullen, hard expression that made everyone around him think he hated them.
“you’re all set. sign this slip”.
he grabbed the small notepad full of paper slips he’d printed and specially designed himself, writing the date and his signature signifying that he approved your service. it was your job to sign the bottom line though confirming your consent to anything included in your service. you swiftly grabbed a pen and scribbled your signature.
“room 502. make sure you give them that or else you’ll have to leave”.
you nod and place the slip in your pocket, taking the elevator to the floor. you admit you were nervous as hell, this is how you were each visit. when you’re a subscriber you don’t know what type of service you can get. you’re just assigned to a random room and you’re promised a good orgasm-- several even--- by the time you leave. the way university was stressing you out these days that’s all you needed. your feet finally approach the door and you knock hesitantly. the door opens a bit, just enough to show his face and they grey and black silk robe he was wearing. it was choi yeonjun. fuck. you were scheduled with choi yeonjun today. there was no doubt in your mind that you’ll be fucking ruined.
“slip?”.
you fished it out of your pocket and showed him. he took it and nodded before crumbling it and tossing it in the nearby trash can. he opened the door further, you could see the dark room only illuminated by the deep red lights that lined the perimeter of the room. your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of handcuffs, a pack of gummy worms and a vibrator sitting on the edge of the bed.
“come in”.
you nervously slipped through the crack of the door while he shuts it behind you. the room smelled like cherries, it always did for some reason. you stood there and swallowed. you could hear yeonjun faintly chuckling behind you, his hand brushing along your waist.
“you scared baby?”.
“y-yes”. you stammer. he kisses your cheek.
“you should be. take those panties off and get on all fours for me”.
“okay”. you stuttered once more doing as you were told. you came here enough to know that clothes always went on the clothing rack beside the door. fully naked you hesitantly crawl on the bed and remain on all fours just as instructed. you could hear the clashing metal of the handcuffs behind you as yeonjun undoes them and hooks them around both of your wrists and around the headboard. the cold metal ring clung painfully tight around your wrists and you gasp a little at how rough he was. your back was now arched in the perfect bow and anything he wanted to do he could do it, your body was at his full disposal. you could feel his hand slide down your midsection and your breathing hitched. he removes it and lowers himself to the level of your face just to glare into your eyes. you stared into the abyss of his eyes in fear. he takes two fingers and rub them together, smearing the wetness he collected from you before slipping them in his mouth. he then slides it out.
“you’re not wet enough”.
and on that note he shifts to another side of the room and you heard the familiar sound of goo melt into the palm of his hand. you wince at how cold it was when he coated you with it, getting a good rub on your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you just to coat you that way. a subtle moan left your lips when he did so, unbeknownst to you that yeonjun had other plans when it came to your needy noises.
“none of that today,”. he says in response before picking up a pack of long heavy gummy worms. “that’s what these are for”. he ripped the pack open and grabbed a handful just to go over and shove between your lips. “I don’t want to hear any sounds from you today, you understand?”. you nod with the gummy treats in between your teeth. they were so thick you didn’t know how anyone could ever chew through them.
the buzzing noise of the vibrator rang behind you and your feet immediately grew cold. you couldn’t back out now. you paid for this. this is what you subscribed for. you had to take it.
yeonjun clutches your thighs and slides himself beneath you, face to face with your pussy that was practically begging for him at this point. you felt the smooth, thick grey vibrator slip past your slippery folds pushed deep inside you. in an instant you no longer knew how you were going to keep your legs in place this whole time. you started breathing hard gnawing on the gummies as hard as you possibly could. “shaking already baby? you’re going to have a hard time today”.
he steadily holds the toy, sinking it between your folds and pulling it back out slowly relishing the way your wetness coated it. moans awaited in your throat yet you forced them back down. yeonjun loved the way your pussy looked from this angle but most importantly he loved the way your clit looked. plump and glistening with lube. he softly hums and slides his tongue against it. you gasp but this time refusing to exhale.
“mmm”. he hums again and gives it another cat lick before pushing his face closer and coddling it between his lips. you decided to breathe, as shaky as it sounded at least you weren’t making any noises. but fuck you wanted to. the way he was twisting and moving the toy inside you, the way his wet tongue felt curling against your clit, you wanted to collapse. and he knew it.
he groans after pulling away from your folds with a thin spit string to follow but he couldn’t keep himself from going in for more. he ate you like a hungry tiger, each taste of you is like heaven in the coil of his tongue. that’s what killed you the most. that’s what made your legs tremor the most. yeonjun didn’t eat pussy as if he wanted to eat pussy. he ate pussy as if he needed to eat it. and that made all the difference.
every lick sent electricity straight to his groin. the fact that you were shaking above him unable to do anything but breathe heavy and take whatever he was giving you turned him on. he thought your little lips were so soft, pretty and scrumptious. he slid his tongue around every crease and fold refusing to neglect a sector. he always had an unquenchable desire to please. your insides burned with agony. he told you that you weren’t allowed to make noise yet he ate you like this? you couldn’t take it. your breathing was already heavy and your legs were already on the verge of collapsing so if he didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds you’d be a moaning mess through the gummies in your mouth.
he fucks you with the toy a bit faster, twisting it inside you while he flat tongued your clit prior to sucking it gently; hallowing his cheeks in the process. your eyes close and the jolts of pleasure made your tummy cave in. your heart rate soars and now your wrists were writhing desperately inside the cuffs. it felt so fucking good. god, it felt so good. your torso was on fire. his fingers dug into your innermost thigh while his tongue further explored you. he licks a particular spot that you weren’t quite fond of anyone licking, sending a bone shuddering moan through the air.
“ ffuckk! please!”.
yeonjun halts his movements at the sound of it. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you be so stupid?
“what was that?”.
you swallowed. you agreed to keep silent. that was a bad choice. he slipped himself from underneath you and approached your face, grabbing your jaw roughly forcing his attention on him. “answer me when I’m speaking to you”.
lord knows you wanted to. but he looked so incredibly scary like this your jaw trembled at the thought of even replying. he lets go of you forcing your head to drop back down in between your shoulders. “you don’t want to fucking listen right?”. you heard a barely audible chuckle but you knew he wasn’t chuckling because anything was humorous. “I got something for you”.
the sound of that made your heart drop. you didn’t know what the hell that meant. your mind couldn’t even grasp what it could possibly mean. all you knew was that you were handcuffed to this bed in this dark red room, your body in the position of complete freewill. after a couple of minutes more of drowning in the fear of your own thoughts the door behind you open and close. you heard not one set-- but other sets footsteps creak the floor. your eyes grew as wide as moons. little did you know though, this was all apart of their plan. yeonjun knew you wouldn’t be able to take what he was doing to you.
“since you don’t know how to shut up, I brought some friends who won’t mind doing it for you”.
squatting to your eye level was lee juyeon, another one of sigma chi’s most honorable members. he does this sly smirk before rubbing your cheek with his hand. “how you doing precious?”. your heart began to pound dangerously fast. sliding his hand through your hair was hwang hyunjin, on the other side of your face wearing the same smirk as juyeon. “damn you’ve got a pretty one jun”. he comments. if you weren’t bound to the headboard you’d run out of sheer nervousness. but you couldn’t.
juyeon grabbed your jaw and glares into your eyes steadily, almost as if he were searching for something. with him doing this you hadn’t even noticed that yeonjun and hyunjin disappeared behind you. “you have some pretty lips. you know that? show me how well you can suck my dick“.
he fiddles with the waistband of his briefs, giving you a gorgeous view of his chiseled body and you wanted to melt right then and there. however someone was groping your thighs underneath you and you realized yeonjun was back in the same position as before. and hyunjin was above him, his hands groping your ass and kneading it. he spills some lube into the palm of his hand and shoves two slendery, slippery fingers inside your ass without warning. you choked on your own spit and wince at the pain. he rubbed his clothed dick against you, biting his lips.
“have you ever done anal before baby?”.
you shudder. “nno i haven’t”.
he hums before scissoring his fingers inside you a bit more, stretching you out so his dick could fit perfectly. you’ll admit, you weren’t too keen on anal before hyunjin stuffed his dick inside you and filled you to the brim. yeonjun attaches his lips to your clit again, and juyeon rubs his dick against your lips forcing you to take him in whole. more than anything you didn’t know you’d be experiencing this. being ruined by three men instead of one.
you hummed against the shaft of juyeon’s dick at the feeling of yeonjun’s tongue licking your soft folds through and through, all the while hyunjin’s giving you soft thrusts from behind. the delicious mix of pleasure made you delirious. your tummy caved in and your thighs were trembling once again. and oh yeah, yeonjun got his wishes of you staying quiet. juyeon was filling your mouth so much a sound could barely be audible. juyeon slips his hands in your hair, jerking your head back just so he could see your mouth filled his precum. he grins.
“a subscriber of the whorehouse gets used like a whore. you like this shit don’t you?”.
hyunjin grips your waist harder and chuckles. “she can’t talk with her mouth full. she’s being a lady”.
juyeon smirks and glances down at you trying to suck him as far as you could possibly reach. “is that true? you’re trying to be polite?”.
yeonjun smirks and licks another stripe up your wet swollen clit before chiming in. “if so, shes at the wrong place. polite prissy princesses don’t get fucked and sucked this good”.
hyunjin slams a hand down on your ass, making it jiggle underneath his palm. “they sure don’t”. you groan against juyeon’s length feeling like you could pass out any second. he thrusted himself between your lips steadily loving the sloppy, messy sounds your mouth was making in the process.
“look at you...you suck dick and take it good. who taught you this?”. juyeon growls.
you softly whine, crying in response. numerous moans left your throat but it was a mystery on whether or not they’d actually be heard. it didn’t even matter though because all three of them was groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of yours. you felt like you were going to lose your damn mind being used like this. the pleasure of it all made your toes curl and body shiver. yeonjun’s wet lips were coated in nothing but you precum at this point and hyunjin speeds up the movements of his waist, snapping into you like he’d never get a chance to do it again. well, considering the system of the whorehouse he just might not. and he was making it evident.
“fuck, your pretty ass”. hyunjin groans while throwing his head back and biting his lips, slamming you back against his waist every chance he got. your ass was pretty like this, stemming down from your cinched waist it was plump and perfect from this angle. hyunjin thought he could watch it bounce against him all day if he could. you unintentionally pushed back on him leaving a hum of approval sputtering from him lips. “oh shit”. he grumbled.
“she’s fucking you while riding yeonjun’s face. shit, I like her”. juyeon licks his lips while holding your hair in up a makeshift ponytail. tears jerk from your eyes as he shoves his dick down your throat again before pulling it back out. you gagged enough to spit his precum back over his tip.
“I like her too”. hyunjin mentions, completely stopping his hips just to watch you desperately fuck yourself to an orgasm. a throaty groan became a murmur as your legs trembled and the familiar wave of electricity washed over your whole entire body. you didn’t know how much more you could take.
“she’s pulsating so hard around my tongue I think she’s about to cum”.
“she’s so cute look at her fucking herself. you gonna cream all over us baby?”. hyunjin groans.
your high pitched whine rang through the steamy atmosphere and as if your body listened to hyunjin words you did just that, your juices spilling down his thighs and waterfalls down yeonjun’s chin. hyunjin slips his fingers into the curve of your waist and fucks a bit more until your ass was filled with his cum, and the sticky contents of juyeons fluids were already slithering down your throat. your body spasmed and jerk so hard and yeonjun licks the aftershocks out of you before getting up and fucking your throat until he got a fix of his own. he grunts and roughly pulls your hair while he does so, letting his hot cum spill down your throat after he was finished. your limbs felt so weak. you wanted to just stay there and sleep. but unfortunately you had to walk back to your residence hall in this condition. it was fucking worth it though.
after you were freed from the handcuffs you could see the bruised rings on your wrist from them both. “put your clothes back on, go back to your dorm and take care of yourself baby”. yeonjun speaks just before they all vacated the room.
#hyunjin#Hyunjin smut#yeonjun#yeonjun smut#juyeon#juyeon smut#lee juyeon#hwang Hyunjin#choi yeonjun#stray kids smut#the boyz smut#txt smut
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The Doris ™️ + Jealousy
✨this was requested by an anonymous after seeing a jealousy prompt over on @kaylenn ‘s blog. This anon also requested a bunch more Dori Sakurada things, which I’m excited to get to! This is just how they deal with jealousy in their own ✨dori✨ ways
✨no warnings!!!!!!
Masterlist | more dori sakurada and his characters | requests: closed ships: open
Daichi Shinozaki
Daichi is generally very good at not being jealous and overall being secure in his relationship with you
Considering last events, he’s learned how to deal with feeling jealous
There’s only one person that could make him angry and that’s Uehera.
If, for some reason, Uehera left Nao or made a pass at you, Daichi would be SO PISSED OFF
UEHERA HAD HIS CHANCE
Uehera has a record of making Daichi upset. Like when he abandoned Nao FOR HIS SISTER JN LAW??? WHEN SHE WAS ALL DRESSED UP!??
This isn’t the time or place for me to be talking about how strongly I believe Daichi and Nao were made to be together
Anyways
Daichi would suffer in silence
He’d low key step up Uehera’s, or anyone else’s, game by gifting you your favorite things and taking you on elaborate dates
He’d apologize for being jealous big time
He knows you wouldn’t be disloyal but that doesn’t mean that other guys don’t occasionally bother him
Mugi Awaya 
This HORNBALL
NO ONE CAN LOOK AT YOU OR ELSE
He’d be sooooo upset but in like a pouty, immature way
He’ll get sarcastic and get an attitude
Low key needs to be reassured
He doesn’t deal with jealousy well and I think we learned that from the entire show. If the show and manga meant anything at all it’s that Mugi is a jealous person by nature
He needs to possess you, mind and body
But not in a domineering way
More in a needy way
Hiroto Fukami
Oh honey oh no
Oh no oh no no no no no
Don’t ever let Hiroto see a man in your general presence because he’s so possessive
Of course he’s not dumb and he’s not going to fight every man he sees
But if there happens to be another guy that has made his desires clear, then he’s going to square up
Hiroto leaves massive hickies in places you can’t cover
Hiroto will drop you off at work or at your school campus and make an elaborate show of saying goodbye, giving you a steamy kiss, and sending you on your way
He will mark his territory, as best as he can
HE GIVES YIU A PROMISE RING
This is a general headcanon. He wouldn’t do this purely out of jealousy
The promise ring stays put until you’re ready to get engaged and then married
But you’re going to have to wear a ring regardless.
He’ll buy a big old diamond that NO ONE can miss on your left finger
Niragi Suguru
Oh sweet Jesus
Oh god
Don’t ever cheat on him
Don’t ever look at another person
Don’t do anything ever basically
This man is not a very great man, especially when it comes to him being a boyfriend.
He’s possessive and CRAZY
He is very in tune with your personality. He knows when you’re lying, or when you’re hiding something
If you were to ever see a hot guy, you might as well not look, because if you do, somehow, someway, Niragi will find out
Like Hiroto, he marks his territory
He’ll do ✨things✨ with you in places people are likely to hear or see y’all
He squares up so fast
And there’s one certain person who is forbidden to so much as glance at you when you walk in the room and yes that’s right it is Chishiya
COS THAT MAN IS HELLA HOT AND EVEN NIRAGI KNOWS IT
I don’t want to say this but Niragi would totally get violent with any guy who hits on you or disrespects you
He’ll smack you on the ass or kiss you roughly in a room filled with people just to prove a point
I can’t imagine anyone making a move on you since everyone knows who you “belong to”
Maybe a new guy??? Mostly everyone that comes to the beach is quickly made aware that you’re off limits
Pre Borderlands Niragi
Oh yeah this guy was once normal
Lol
He’D BE SO SAD AND SO EASILY JEALOUS UGH
He wants to be enough for you
So don’t ever look at anyone else
It’s this mindset that sorta makes him yandere during and post borderlands
PRE borderlands, he’s impossibly sweet and sensitive
Very attuned to your general aura so he can easily tell when you find another person attractive
To get rid of the aggressor, he’ll shyly hold your hand, say “I love you”, or even slip his hand in your back pocket
If he’s feeling particularly ✨spicy✨ then he’ll kiss you right in front of anyone
Dori Sakurada
Never jealous ever
Ever
He is aware of your beauty and charm
But he’s Dori fucking Sakurada
He knows when to be worried and when not to be
Whenever someone flirts blatantly with you he laughs it off and has to agree that you’re worth going after
He’s a very mild and tender person so he wouldn’t have an outrageous reaction
#the doris™#dori sakurada fic#dori sakurada x reader#dori sakurada imagine#daichi shinozaki x reader#daichi shinozaki imagine#daichi shinozaki#mugi awaya x reader#mugi awaya imagine#good morning call x reader#good morning call imagine#scums wish#scum’s wish x reader#hiroto fukami imagine#Hiroto Fukami x reader#coffee and vanilla x reader#coffee and vanilla imagine#niragi suguru x reader#niragi suguru imagine#alice in borderland x reader#alice in borderland imagine#starfirette writes#requested
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"I promise I didn't steal your hoodie—hey, give it back!" with drew (:
secrets out
pairing(s): drew starkey x reader, platonic!madelyn cline x reader
word count: 0.7k
a/n: i love this request babe thank youu i hope u like it
drew starkey masterlist
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Your relationship with Drew was under wraps. Or supposed to be, at least. Neither of you were in any rush to let anyone know, from the stolen glances across the room to the unnoticeable touches, it was way too fun. Just your own little secret. It’s not like it was anything personal to your friends, either, given that they would find out eventually. You were just curious as to how long it would take them.
You tossed and turned in bed Saturday morning, your eyes fluttering open to the beautiful sight of a bare chested Drew beside you. The events from the previous night flooded to your mind, sending heat to your face before those thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. “Shit! You muttered to yourself, pressing answer and bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey, Mads.”
“Hey, are we still on for this morning?” Madelyn questioned from the other end of the phone, referring to the casual brunch plans you made the day before.
“Uh, yeah! I’m just getting up but I’ll see you there?” You informed her, climbing out from the warm covers to search for a good outfit.
“Ok, see you there then.” She agreed, the both of you exchanging quick goodbyes and hanging up.
With no luck in finding an outfit, you tiptoed to Drew’s closet and rummaged through it for something you would look cute in. You really only kept a few comfy clothes at his apartment, and if you wore your outfit from yesterday, you were sure Madelyn would notice.
The sound of your voice on the phone as well as your presence leaving the bed woke your boyfriend up. Drew rubbed his sleepy eyes to try to find you. “Where are you going, baby?” He asked disappointedly, his morning voice prominent at this hour.
“I made brunch plans with Maddie, so I have to go in a few minutes. Sorry to wake you.”
“It’s ok.” He mumbled. “Is that my hoodie?”
“Maybe.” You chirped, throwing on a pair of tight black shorts and sneakers to complete the look.
“It’s not nice to steal, Y/n.” He teased, puckering his lips for a kiss when you strolled over to him.
You obliged, pecking his lips before gathering a few belongings. “I promise I didn’t steal your hoodie- I’m just borrowing it, babe.”
“Hey, give it back!” He whined.
“Sorry, can’t. Love ya!” You shouted back to him, walking out of the apartment.
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“Hi, Maddie!” You greeted the blonde girl who stood up to give you a hug.
“Hey, girl. I missed you at Rudy’s last night.” She admitted, referencing the game night Rudy had planned. Drew made up the excuse that he had a headache, and didn’t feel up to it. You blamed your absence on being exhausted and wanting to get to sleep early. You couldn’t believe the amount of times the rest of your friends brushed off the fact that both you and Drew were often the two missing from the bunch.
Halfway into the meal, you could feel your friend’s stare on you. Or more specifically your choice of outfit. “Is that a new sweatshirt?”
“No, just had it in my closet and decided it would be a nice day to wear it.” You shrugged, hoping the subject would change soon.
“Oh. It looks so familiar, I swear I’ve seen it before.” She told you.
“Maybe on a mannequin or something.”
“I don’t think so. You smelled a little like cologne when I gave you a hug, too. Is there anything you’d like to spill, Y/n/n?” Maddie jested. Her words almost made you choke on your orange juice, sending you into a coughing fit which made her even more curious. “Were you really just tired last night? Oh, and that’s right! Drew just so happened to have a similar excuse!”
“Did he? Oh, uhm- I thought he was with you guys?” You stuttered out in an attempt to cover your tracks.
“Come on, Y/n. Anyone can tell you’re in love with the way you’ve been acting so jubilant.”
“Ok. Maybe I am.” You hinted reluctantly.
“I knew it! How long?”
“A few months.” You smiled, thinking back to the start of your relationship with Drew.
“Wow. Wait until the others find out. You might as well wait and see if they catch on, too.”
“That was the plan. You’re the lucky first guess.” You joked.
“Well if you keep wearing his sweatshirts, everyone’s going to find out.”
You pondered for a moment, satisfied with the good reaction you got from Madelyn. If it were like any of the others, you were okay with the cat being let out of the bag. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”
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