#oh and you bet your ass i will still be drawing for them
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I’m honestly so glad they gave it a closed happy ending, there’s still a lot to grab in too
Miri just started high school and Rei and Kazuki have a restaurant now ! They seem very happy together, there’s a lot up to interpretation too. So we can go off with whatever 👁️👁️
THIS WAS THE BEST FINALE I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR MY VOICE IS HOARSE I ASSUMED FETAL POSITION MULTIPLE TIMES MY HEART IS STILL PUMPING
the action was AMAZING I told all of you the lighter was coming back and I was right I was goddamn right!!! It really did end up being a parting gift from Rei, but for his father and the organization :,)
oh god all the shots, beautiful, dynamic, muah muah the directors and animators put their whole pussies into this last episode
look at Rei breakdancing boy knows his moves
and we need to talk about how absolutely FERAL Kazuki was this ep thats my wifey 😊
and Rei's confrontation with his father, so amazing so fantastic, I'm still reeling over everything Rei said. I definitely get why they said the ending was surprising now.
"Miri, Kazuki, and I share a bond stronger than blood," "If my killer's blood gets in the way of that, and won't let me protect the two of them, then these hands have no purpose!" Me from the grave 6 feet under: 💀👍
Wait is that why Rei shoots his right arm? To permanently ruin his ability to kill? Is he normally right handed? I never noticed.
And then we get back to "You think we managed to change?" "We've still got a long ways to go" They believe they can change and they're working towards it!!
This might be the most beautiful image of them I ever saw, they're battle-worn but smiling at their daughter cause they won. And they fucking deserve it!!!!!!!
Miri's ANGELIC smile omg :((((
Then we got the timeskip which holy shit??? I totally called Miri's hairpin attached to her pocket as a design choice btw(Rei bad end art)
Screamed at this. It's the photo Kazuki and Rei had of them so I wonder if Miri doesn't have any other photos of her mother :( whether because she could never afford a camera or never bothered to or they were left forgotten in their old home.
Miri herself has grown up so well I'm crying. She's sassy and dramatic like Kazuki, but also calls him out on his bullshit like Rei. She really did get both their genes 🏳️🌈🫶
(we're going to ignore that drinking with girls comment which is wildly ooc because I wrote Kazuki's character /hj)
You would not believe how loud I screamed when I saw their little diner. Rei's french toast special omg...
Their designs too!?!? Kazuki beard truthers how does it feel to win.
THE BULLETIN BOARD. Miri growing up over the years IM SO EMOTIONALLL. Oh god and how most of the photos are Kazuki and Miri so it was probably Rei taking the photos, wanting to keep physical mementos of his family AHHHH
#JUSTRHGJHG#SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED#AND SOMEHOW THEY MADE IT WORK?????#i love you pa works(for now)#chip answers#buddy daddies#buddy daddies spoilers#long post#tw blood#oh and you bet your ass i will still be drawing for them#theres like 20 wips im holding on to
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Alistair x (platonically) Teen Reader
In the fic he is like oh my god a bride, he walks in and instead of an adult..or a bride-
They find a teen, who literally threw a pebble at him, an angsty teen💀
I’m very happy to read ur fics and usually pair them with teen/child mc because I find it funny because they expect the love of their life
and teen mc standing there :🧍♂️
anyways sorry for the long request, luv ur writing, and ur art :D
Yandere! Evil King x Teen! GN! Reader
CW: platonic relationship, Alistair is a bit of a DILF so do with it as you will, Dads are hot you guys!! READER IS A MINOR.
👑 Who is this sassy lost child?
👑 His minions kidnapped you while you were on a carriage ride back to your kingdom.
👑 He was hoping for like a princess or something to marry and take over the kingdom with or whatever so like...what tf he gonna do with you???
👑 Clearly you were too young to be in a situation like this, but theres no way he's giving you back without a reward, so yes he still holds you for ransom.
👑 "Child, I am Alistair, King of-ACk!"
👑 Did...did you throw a pillow at him?!
👑 "How dare yo- AHK! Stop it!" another one..
👑 You refuse to listen to anything he says, you just wanted to go home
👑 You two had a bit of rivalry for a bit. He hated you and you hated him.
👑 He promised not to show any affection or care towards you since in his eyes, your actions didn't deserve it. How can someone be so rude to a king !?
👑 But he starts to notice you don't eat much. He never sees you in the dining hall and has only seen quick moments of you nibbling on some bread or pastries the servants gave you.
👑 He scoffed, so irresponsible! You must eat a proper meal right this second or you'll starve!
👑 You're surprised to see a meal prepared for you during your routine trip to get a snack from the pantry with a note on the plate.
👑 "Next time, ask for a proper meal. I don't want your parents to think I've been starving you. -Alistair
P.S. go to bed early."
👑 Huh...
👑 Alistair smiled from the doorway of the dining hall, watching you eat up with a smile on your face. You might have been too scared of him to ask for food so you've been sneaking snacks while he wasn't looking.
👑 Of course he wasn't doing it because he cared about you, he just didn't want royalty like you to resort to such pathetic means to eat!
👑 Why are you still sad? Perhaps he should get you some things to keep your attention..
👑 He asks (threateningly may I add) about your hobbies or interests.
👑 The next morning your cell (which has been upgraded to a lovely room in the castle because he didn't want you to be filthy and gross in a dungeon) was filled with anything he could find that he thought you'd enjoy.
👑 Don't think he wants you to be happy! He's just tired of seeing you sulk everywhere!
👑 He denies everything, but you swear you could see a tiny smile on his face when you hugged him happily.
👑 You start being a little more open to him, showing him anything you've made or done with pride and he'd receive it gratefully, but he won't show it of course.
👑 "I made you this friendship bracelet!"
👑 "I've seen better jewelry."
👑 "Oh I'll take it back then I guess.."
👑 "No, it's mine now, back off."
👑 Drawings and the like that he said would be thrown out as soon as you left would be seen framed in his room
👑 It would be a..waste of good canvas..
👑 And of course he buys a few books of your choice for you to read, he'd be damned if your brain turns to mush.
👑 Bro bro he'd be the type to let you swing around while holding onto his bicep.
👑 If you ever have any problems, or come to him in a bad mood, he'd have no idea how to help other than to sit down and listen to your troubles.
👑 He's not the most physical when it comes to affection, but you bet your ass he's gonna do everything he can to cheer you up.
👑 At this point he's rewriting his demands for the ransom. Either your kingdom lets him sign some adoption papers or he's starting a war.
#yandere#yandere x gn reader#male yandere#yandere oc#oc yandere#yandere male#yandere x reader#yandere x male reader#tw yandere#x reader#x gn reader#gn reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#king x reader#yandere king#evil king#platonic#platonic reader
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In the heat of the night
synopsis: it’s a bit unusual to get drowned in the waves of pleasure outside the bedroom, yet the feeling of warmth enveloping your bodies is the same.
pairing: Diluc x fem!reader
tw: established relationship, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pussy drunk Diluc, face sitting/riding, kind of semi-public
word count: 2.6k words
a/n: fun fact - both Sandra and e-rotic have a song named “In the heat of the night”
Your back arches and a quiet moan escapes your pretty lips, sending another flutter through Diluc's heart. Here, basking in the dim light from a fireplace with all the other candles and lamps in the mansion being out, you look heavenly. Shadows and flames dance across your sweat glistening skin, nestle in the trembling lashes of your lidded eyes, hide the sacred parts of your body in a tantalizing mystery.
The first floor, the grand space of the hall, seems lifeless, but the only bright corner proves it wrong. There, on one of the couches, two bodies are laying together - a man and a woman - relishing in the proximity of each other after being apart for a whole day. The man - in an unbuttoned black shirt and equally black pants is the one resting underneath with his back leaned onto the armrest, while the woman is tucking her face in his tense neck, back flash to his chest, and legs flexing between his bent ones.
Another quiet moan disappears in the night, when rough fingers teasingly roll a nipple for who knows which time. The redhead is dragging the hem of your cozy dress even higher, completely baring your chest to the warm air and returning to brush the very pad of the thick digit against your stiff bud. You slightly jolt.
"Honey…" You murmur, spreading your legs as far as you could, biting your lip, when his other hand - which has been rather preoccupied for quite a while already - pushes further, the heel of it grinding into your clit and two fingers sliding in and out of the wet hole. Your husband hums, turning his head to kiss your forehead, carefully pinching the nipple and simultaneously curling his fingers, making you see stars.
"Yes, my flame?" You feel like burning when his voice is hoarse and low, when the fire at your side is intense, when his vision makes his body so warm and his hands so hot. When his gaze on you is scorching, both lustful and tender, admiring the way you look with his hand shoved down your soaked panties and the other one cupping a full breast. You bet even the prominent bulge against your ass is in heat as well.
"I want… I want to cum… Can you make me?"
Of course he can. The question is if he is willing to now.
Diluc's lips quirk in a small smirk, stopping the languid thrusting of his fingers and drawing them out. He kisses your cheek when you whine and slides his open palm lower, right to your thigh, squeezing the flesh, surely making the skin flush from the pyro user effect. You do not care that he is spreading the slick all over your skin, you've stopped caring the moment his hands started roaming and he decided to fondle you right in the open space of the first floor, sneaking his hand under and up the dress to caress your chest and into your panties to slowly stroke your clit.
"Oh, I'd love to, my love," you bite your lower lip, lifting a hand and putting it on top of his, still resting on your chest. Fingers immediately interlace. "I'd love to, but I am not in the mood to waste it on my fingers… Besides, when I came home earlier you were so inviting to cuddle with you in front of the fireplace that I didn't get to go to the kitchen."
"I asked you multiple times if you wanted to eat or drink," you scold through a forming pout. "You could've done it if you were hungry or thirsty."
"Oh, I am thirsty. But not for water, no. It's," he is so quick you don't even have time to react how fast his fingers swipe between your lower lips, gathering slick, "for," the hand gets closer to your face and you do see the glistening wetness, "this."
Your cheeks flare up with a more prominent blush when his tongue laps on his digits, sucking on slightly not to leave a single drop. You sure you are gushing even more now.
"I want your clothes off, darling," he brings the saliva-coated fingers to your neglected nipple and rubs it, eliciting another breathy whine from you, "I want it off completely."
"Will you take yours off too?" Your hands reach down, nails digging into his clothed hips, making your husband hiss.
"Everything for you."
After a passionate kiss you share Diluc gently pushes you up and off of himself to help you sit on the couch, while he stands up on the floor, bare feet drowning in a fluffy carpet, turns to face you and starts working on his belt. Your dress is off and thrown over the armrest and you eagerly reach forward to glide your palms up his ribcage under the unbuttoned shirt as your lips start kissing a path from up where you could reach in your sitting position and down to the loosening waistband of his dark pants. The happy trail stands out on his milky skin, and you can't help but run your fingers through thick crimson hairs as your mouth sucks a mark above his hip bone.
Diluc sharply inhales, dropping the belt.
"Tease."
"Mhm."
He lets you tug the trousers and underwear off, stepping out of them once the clothes pull around his ankles on the floor. The hunger in your shining orbs doesn't escape his sharp eyes, preening a little with pride at how needy you look staring at his hard cock.
Yet he gently slaps your hand away when you reach towards him again.
"I think you are forgetting something," you follow the direction of his eyes that stops at your panties. Just about to bite back that he too has one article of clothing on still, you are met with your lover's completely naked body and the shirt flying right to where your dress was abandoned previously.
"Well?" He smiles, big hand wrapping around the heavy length, giving it a few strokes. You know he will not give you the taste of it until he has a taste of you. So you huff, hooking your thumbs in the waistband and tagging off the last barrier keeping him away from your delicious pussy.
"I have such a lovely wife," his smile widens and he bends down to reward you with another kiss, humming in delight when your fingers bury in his thick locks, ruining a perfect high ponytail you helped him tie this morning. "Thank you for your cooperation, my dear. Now, if you'd be so kind, I'd love you sitting on your knees, facing the back of the couch and ass close to the edge of it."
Without asking questions you do so, letting your feet hang off the furniture, knees digging in the crevice where the seats meet the back cushions and sinking your fingers in their firm softness.
Looking over your shoulder you watch Diluc get on his knees and your hole clenches around nothing, anticipating his tongue soon buried in it. But as you are about to lift your hips higher so it is more comfortable for him to dive his face into you, the man tuts in disapproval and turns his back to you, sitting down on the floor. With wide eyes, you face the back of the couch again and look down just in time for your husband's head to lie down on the seat, right under your dripping heat.
"Wanted to try this for a while," he admits, wrapping his palms around your thighs and tugging you down onto his face. You do not even fight him, knowing perfectly well he can handle you sitting on his eager mouth, but this kind of position never happened, not to mention it's not within the walls of your shared bedroom.
The thought of someone walking in on you two if it was the broad daylight and seeing the owner of the Dawn Winery, their boss, stuffing his face in his wife's pussy like this excites you in the most sinful way. And Diluc notices it with the way your thighs try to squeeze.
"Thinking of something naughty, hm?" His tongue drags across your slit and he groans at the taste he missed. "Archons, you are wonderful."
You gasp at the loud smooch he presses against your clit, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your labia. Then he sucks and you involuntarily jerk, receiving a squeeze of your thighs as a warning. A soft whine goes straight to his pulsing shaft and Diluc starts lapping at your outer lips with vigor, slurping and licking, throat bobbing ever so often.
Your forehead rests on your hands, shoulders trembling, eyes closed and brows knitting at the stimulation. Mouth stays agape, sweet moans and breathy sighs falling from your swollen lips, disappearing in golden red cushions.
"Mmm, 'luc…" your heated tone is so precious and caresses your husband's ears so well. He hums as if prompting you to continue, reaching his thumbs to open you up and finally dive his tongue in. You moan louder, back arching and fingers tensing as they are gripping the cushions for dear life.
"I-I fuck feel so good…" You gasp again, grinding your hips when his nose bumps against the swollen bundle of nerves. And Diluc loves it.
Scarred hands let go of your thighs, letting you move a little, instead squeezing your ass, helping you to do so, to ride his face, to get your slick all over his mouth, crimson eyes hooded, yet scarlet of them burning with intensity as he stares up at you. Suddenly your eyes open widely at a particularly pleasurable thrust of his tongue and your gazes connect. You have no idea what Diluc saw, but his whole face goes red and he lets out a guttural moan. With a trembling hand you reach down, brushing his sticky bangs away from his face, lightly scratching his scalp.
"Oh, dear… Your mouth is amazing," you grind a bit harder and his breath hitches in an alarming way. Immediately you force your leg muscles to work and lift your hips, letting him breathe. Not taking your eyes off of him, you watch with concern as he covers his mouth with a hand and coughs a little, broad chest heaving with deep breaths.
"Sorry, Diluc, I didn't mean to cut the air off completely," his heart clenches at how apologetic you sound, even though there is nothing to blame you for. "Let's stop with the face sitting. I can suck you off, you know-"
"I want more," his voice is gruff and a tone lower than normal, and even if it sends shivers down your spine, you still scoff in disbelief. "Really. I want you to cum on my face, before progressing further."
"Must you always be so stubborn…" grumbling, you return your hand to its twin on the cushions and start slowly lowering again. "But if I am not cumming in a minute, we are stopping."
Oh, a minute is more than enough for him.
"Deal. But you must promise to look at the clock and count by ten's. Can you do it for me, love?"
Sure, you can.
"Alright, I'll tell you when the new minute starts," he hums in approval, rubbing his nose along the slit, waiting for your permission. You wiggle your hips teasingly, receiving a quiet laugh from the redhead, yelping when he suddenly sinks his teeth in your thigh slightly. Diluc only smirks when you give him a dirty look.
“A little revenge for a mark you sucked earlier on my hip.”
You only roll your eyes, looking back at the wall. Oh, it’s mere seconds away!
"Get prepared, handsome. And… now!"
It’s incredible how with just one word you can unleash a beast. You almost fall forward with how aggressively he attacks your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly. The change in demeanor retightens the knot in your stomach, making you clench and moan harder.
It becomes hard to focus on the clock, but you manage to stutter out a "ten".
The thick squirmy tongue adds to the pleasure, rubbing and pressing a swollen bud, driving you completely insane. Big warm palms grope your backside, bringing you even closer, as if trying to imprint the shape of his mouth into your pussy. The low moans he sings against you doesn't help either, leaving you a trembling, mewling mess.
"O-oh, t-twenty..!"
Your ears ring, all the sounds tuned out except for the loud slurping and groaning and gulping - all of Diluc’s making. His mouth is so hot, it feels like he sends the heat all the way up your system, straight to the heart, enveloping it in a blazing embrace, reclaiming it again and again, even when he doesn’t need to, because it’ll belong to him forever.
“T-thir- ah! -ty!”
Oh Archons, you will not make it to forty.
Just six seconds later you throw your head back and with a loud moan let the knot in your stomach snap. The man encourages you to rub your pussy against his mouth again, holding his breath, because Celestia forbids it hitches once more and you ruin your moment of pleasure with worry for him.
Whenever it becomes too much you jerk your hips up, but he follows, planting soft, lingering, worshipping kisses to your sweet cunt. Forehead drops on your knuckles again and body relaxes, making the strain in your thighs evident.
“No more kneeling with spread legs for me today,” you breathlessly joke, shifting slightly to be able to see Diluc, who, planting the last smooch to your clit, shakily exhales, closing his eyes and also relaxing. His neck must be hurting so much now…
Carefully moving and wincing a little, you manage to get out of the position above your husband. Slowly rolling onto your butt and lowering legs onto the floor, you sit on the very edge of the couch and then slide down beside him. The haze in your head has somewhat cleared up and the ache in your core is forcefully pushed to the back of your mind as you climb into his lap. With both hands sliding beneath and cupping his head, you bring it in an upright position and then onto your chest, fingers undoing the hair ribbon in burying themselves in the lush locks.
“Does it hurt?” Diluc shakes his head, but you feel him wince. What a liar.
“It hurts,” you state this time, moving closer, now sitting directly on his thighs with his still hard dick trapped between your abdomens. “I don’t really know if you are honestly just a stubborn man or if you are unbelievably whipped for my pussy.”
Strong arms raise to wrap around your waist, and face nestles comfortably in the valley between your breasts. Puffs of warm air caress your skin, setting your nerves on fire for the hundredth time this night - one day you’ll probably die from overheating because of how infatuated your husband is with you.
“I think you’ve already figured, dear,” is his only sheepish answer. And you do. Because it’s both.
Without any voiced agreement you two stay like this for some time. Calming down and gently touching each other - a stark contrast from the passionate moment before. Even the short fleeting pecks Diluc starts placing on your chest is different. Even the way he holds you close is different. Even the gaze his pretty eyes grace you with is so-so different. But everything is still warm in a familiar way.
Just as you're about to slide down his body and pay thorough attention to him as well, the door on the farthest end of the first floor opens. Bewildered, you whip your head to look at Diluc who has an equally stunned look on his face.
“I think your last moan woke up Adelinde.”
Oh no. Both of your faces flush.
Not again.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#diluc x reader#diluc x fem!reader#diluc ragnvindr#diluc ragnvindr x reader#genshin impact smut#moonlit pearl stories
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Hi, i saw your request with Jason Grace, so can you do another one about how Jason would react to reader being flirty with him while they are in a relationship?
⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x flirty! reader hcs
content: jason grace x flirty! reader hcs
warning: language, sexual innuendos and references galore, def aged-up
author's note: it's giving olivia rodrigo in all the best ways. i just know this boy would be more of a flustered mess but i also like a little banter so this is what we got. i feel like it was a pretty equal balance. anyways, enjoy!!
"maybe if it was two on one but even then i don't think so," leo argued as y/n walked up to him and piper, her eyes flirting to the arena where she could see jason warming up.
"what's up?" y/n asked, drawing both of their attention
"we've placed bets that we could find someone to beat jason in a swordfight before the end of the day but so far everyone we've sent in there has lost," piper explained and a smirk grew onto y/n's lips
"and you didn't just call me?"
"y/n, i love you, but i wouldn't say your the best swordfighter in the world," explained leo, gently and y/n rolled her eyes.
"no, duh! but, i've got a super secret weapon that will win you those bets and me, my fight," she mused, beginning to walk towards the arena and adjusting her shirt and pants.
"oh yeah? what's that?" leo questioned
"the fact that hes in love with me...oh and my tits," she winked at them before spinning around and walking into the arena, jason's eyes following her as she went to pick up a sword.
he squinted at her suspiciously, but figured there was no way she was involved with leo and pipers little bet.
"hey, there's my boy! i was hoping to find you here. i totally got my ass handed to me last week during capture the flag and was hoping you could teach me some things," the girl spoke as she walked up to jason, blinking innocently and tilting her head, a sweet smile on her glossy lips.
jason was already fighting for his life and she had just walked in
firstly, she only every called him 'her boy' during intense make-outs, bringing all of those memories to the front of his mind.
secondly, she was wearing that square neck top he loved so much. due to his height advantage over her, no matter where he looked her could see down her shirt and see her baby blue bra, the lace taunting him.
"yeah, of course," jason managed to get out, looking away as she beamed a smile at him, already having more than enough reasons to just drag her to the zeus cabin and never let her leave again.
"okay, so we're gonna start with blocks and feints and all that," started jason, demonstrating with his own sword before gesturing for her to do the same.
pitifully, the girl attempted to copy his actions but it came out a sloppy mess of sword and girl.
jason came up behind her, resting a hand on her hip and the other on her wrist, forcing her body to do the correct movements.
she leaned her body back against his, feeling him instantly still behind her.
"You're so sweet, jase, helping me with all this. best boyfriend ever. do you think we could try a swordfight?" she prompted, looking up at him and bashing her pretty eyelids. jason flushed but nodded his head, sure his words would fail him if he tried.
"don't go easy on me, pretty boy," the girl stated before she swung, jason just barely registering to avoid the blade, his mind still caught up on 'pretty boy.'
the two fought back and forth for a bit, both of them developing a sweat. and y/n was constantly pulling out moves that jason didn't teach, the boy quickly catching on that this had been a trap and he fell straight for it.
damn that girl and her tits
"you look good covered in sweat, grace. wonder what you'd look like under me. ever think about me like that?" questioned y/n, her lips pulled into a smirk and jason stumbled over his own feet, thoughts of the girl sweaty and bare under him flashing through his mind.
y/n took this opportunity, hooking his sword with her own and flicking it away before holding the tip of her sword to the poor flustered son of jupiter's throat.
"looks like I won. sorry, handsome, maybe next time," the girl purred, pulling her sword back away from him.
jason's blush somehow got worse, all the flirting and names hitting him like a brick as he was no longer distracted by the training.
y/n went and picked up jason's sword, holding it out for him.
as he took it into his hand, his pulled on y/n too, purposefully causing the girl to unexpectantly spin and her back to slam into jason's chest
"well, you weren't exactly playing fair today, we're you, sweetheart?" jason whispered near her ear, the girl's wiggles stopping and she swallowed thickly.
"all is fair in love and war, right?"
"hmm. good point. then this..." jason murmured before pressing his lips to her pulse point, causing a breath to tumble from her lips, "...feels pretty fair to me."
"i- i feel the need to point out, this wasn't all my idea," y/n desperately tried to argue but logic was slowly leaving her.
"well, then i guess we can consider you my war spoils. and how lucky i am," mused jason, clearly thinking himself clever, which he must've been as he made his girl laugh.
"come on, pretty boy, cabin one is calling my name. you can celebrate your victory there."
and celebrate they did
#postcards from covey ��ৎ#all my love ౨ৎ#heroes of olympus x reader#hoo#pjo#heroes of olympus#pjo fandom#jason grace#jason grace x reader#percy jackon and the olympians
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WARNING! I'M GOING TO BE AN ART NERD AND DRONE ON ABOUT COLOR THEORY TALKING ABOUT WHITE PEARL'S DESIGN!
"OOooooH INK! Given new details of her design, are you still gonna give her melanin in your artw-"
YOU BET YOUR SORRY ASS I AM!!
mostly because I am a SLOT for that good color contrast-
seriously, if I can be an annoying art nerd; My one critique on this design is... It's too much pink and white.
"oh! well dur! It's WHITE PEARL cookie! Of course she's gonna be white! And the pink is a clever inverse of her future blu-"
I'M NOT SAYING SHE CAN'T BE PINK AND WHITE! I'm just saying with nothing to differentiate from the two colors, they just sorta blend together and you have to really stare at the art to see all the finer details.
HELL! you don't gotta give her a darker skin tone to fix that to help draw the eyes to her face, you can just make the eyes turquoise or a shade of blue!
behold! A really shite edit for example! ( I also added it to the frills, because it's best to give complementary colors all throughout the design, unless you REALLY WANNA DRAW IN THE VIEWER to this specific trait of the character for whatever purpose. btw love how much longer they are in this ver-)
as you can see, It's more easy to digest and take in. At least for me.
If you like the design as is, more power to you! Genuinely! I think It can look good in certain scenes!
But for me? TOO MUCH LIGHT COLORS to really define the outline of them...
WHICH IS WHY I'M STICKING TO MY POC PEARL DESIGN AND I DEFY YOU TO TRY AND STOP ME!
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Asking to Sketch Them
POMEFIORE
Vil Schoenheit
You’re gonna have to schedule an appointment with Vil’s manager first darling, but, because you’re his friend he will accept the request free of charge
Literally started this entire hc series because of this man, the way I draw him does not match up to his standards whatsoever
The best model you could ask for, because it’s Vil so of course, but Pomefiore can prepare any set you ask for in the snap of a finger and they’re giving you a free spa treatment after this???
And that’s exactly why he’s the worst model you could get
Pressure cranked up to 100%
His face is so symmetrical and oh god rook is breathing over your shoulder, staring as you work and he hasn’t blinked in a w h I l e
Once you’re done Vil gives a balanced amount of positive feedback and helpful criticism
But rook
Dude is n it p ic k y, there’s no malice but the guy is intensely observing everything Vil does daily so he definitely has stuff to say no matter how good you do
If you don’t mind the bone crushing pressure, this is probably the most helpful session you could get with genuinely good advice and tips at least in the realm of drawing people as beautiful as Vil
Its either -100/10 or 100/10 depending on how much pressure you put on yourself im sorry but if I were asked to draw a portrait of fucking Beyonce while she sat right in front of me I would cry
Rook Hunt
Boy is grinning ear to ear
Contrary to… Above, Rook is very happy to model for you
Rook is very skilled at staying still for prolonged periods of time even in the most precarious positions so go crazy (revenge)
Usually he’s the observer so to be the one being observed is kind of nice to him in a way
Once you’re done he improvs a unique poem about your masterpiece and how much he loves it
Whether it’s stickman or hyperrealism on ms paint, he’s framing your work and hanging it up in his room
Next thing you know there’s a scented letter full of flowery poems detailing his gratefulness and his awe at your skill, as well as a huge oil painting of you ready to be hung up somewhere in Ramshackle dorm
This stuff probably comes naturally to him
9/10 Actually quite pleasant for, well, Rook
Epel Felmier
Vil hasn’t gotten around to teaching him how to pose for portraits yet cuz he’s really trying to hammer in the basics first but he will do his best!!
After you actually manage to convince him to do it that is
Posing for a portrait sounds stiff and boring and he’s already forced to put up with that everyday at his dorm
Bribes? Pomefiore basically has everything he needs and more
Food? Vil is gonna kill him if he eats anything outside his meal plans
A place to hide from Vil? Ramshackle is falling apart, he breaks in visits every other day with the other first years already
Your hand in marriage? I don’t think you should be offering something like that for a portrait
A competition? Ya bet yer ass I’m winnin
And now you’re drawing Epel while Epel is drawing you, with the other first years acting as judges
Honestly pretty fun, the atmosphere is light hearted
The other first years are arguing at the side and both of you aren’t super cut throat about it, cracking jokes and laughing at the dumbass combo whenever they do or say something distracting
You exchange the portraits at the end and Epel actually had a good time so it’s a win win situation and yall get to have a sleepover later
He challenges you to an apple carving competition next
8/10 Turned into more of a first year hangout but it was a good time so who’s complaining
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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst headcanons#twst x reader#twisted wonderland pomefiore#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier
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Hangover Cure
Summary: In which Karl helps you through a hefty hangover with peculiar methods.
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Content Warnings: Plot? What plot? Porn! 18+!, Heavy On The Daddy Kink 🥴, Karl Has A Dad Bod Because It's Hot AF, Karl Is A Service Dom, Pet Names, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Mentions Of Drinking, Intoxication Kink, Slight Praise
A/N: The brain rot is actually insane this time…
-I'm adapting the fanon that Heisenberg is German because I wanna use my language for a cool thing for once, please and thank you! 🙏🏻-
Tagging in case you're interested: @blueberrypancakesworld @queer-crusader
Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse
Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name
While I fuck away the pain
- Fuck Away The Pain - Divide The Day
There were few things Karl Heisenberg really, genuinely loved but your ass shamelessly grinding into his crotch was certainly one of them.
You hadn't even opened your eyes properly and yet your body already did the talking for you. A wide grins stretched across Karl's lips as he felt how you pressed your thighs together, your still halfway asleep silhouette whispering to him what it needed as it had done plenty of times before. Karl knew you well enough to know what you needed after you got into his vodka stash. He certainly enjoyed drinking with you but the mornings after were even better. So much so that the lord of metal sometimes fucked you up entirely on purpose, refilling your glass faster than you could decline the highly alcoholic offerings.
“Oh, sugar, let daddy help with that, hm?” He cooed into your ear in a smooth whisper, his warm breath gently stroking along the shell of your ear and the skin of your neck coaxing a soft rush of goosebumps to wash along.
“Hm-hmm…” You agreed with a sleep-drunken tone and a wobbly nod of your pounding head.
The ache pulsing away inside of your skull rendered you regretful towards the copious drinks you had knocked back the night prior but once the booze hit you, you couldn’t find it in you to stop. It felt purely too good, the loss of inhibition accompanied by the warm buzz growing in your guts and you knew just fine that Karl enjoyed it, too. Besides, what else, really, was there to do at the factory since the dust around mother dearest had settled? Fucking and drinking had turned into the main attractions next to rebuilding the land around the factory.
A groan heavy with remorse slipped from your lips as you tried opening your eyes for a moment. Immediately back to the soothing dark of your eyelids before another jolt of pain could shoot right to the forefront of your head.
“It's okay, keine Sorge, you can be a sleepy pillow princess for me while I take good care of that gnarly hangover, buttercup.” The soothing words slithered into your ear as you turned your hip to give Karl enough access, effectively pressing the round of your ass along his muscular thighs once more.
“Hell, so needy today? Daddy better be quick.” The sly grin plastered on his face was audible as your truly desperate way to gather his attention went straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
Karl's lips peppered a few quick pecks to your earlobe whilst his calloused fingers snaked along your hip down to your panty. To not just give in to your need immediately, his fingertips brushed over the thin layer of fabric to cup your pussy with the full width of his palm. His warmth seeped into the increasingly dampening cloth immediately and sent a tingle through your lower abdomen. Karl's hand pressed lightly, caressing your cunt to draw the focus from the pain emitting from sore and thoroughly toxicated synapses and you couldn't keep yourself from rolling your hips into his gentle grasp, it made you feel too good to not do.
“Could ride yaself all fuzzy on my thigh later, sugar, I bet you'd love that, huh? Get yourself all silly and wet until the pain goes away, no?” Just the way Karl talked to you, pulled a new gush of arousal from amidst your legs to soak through the panties and a breathy moan spilled from your lips as you felt the heat creeping up into your cheeks, giving you away.
“Ah, thought so.”, Karl clicked his tongue, playfully taunting you a little, “I know how you need'ta chase those orgasms when your hungover, makes it all so much easier n’ don't worry, I'll make you cum so many times that you can't walk tomorrow.” He sealed his lewd promise with a kiss to your cheek before languidly stroking over your gradually more needy cunt.
“Mhmm, thank you, Daddy.” You quipped in response, knowing that it rendered your lover a little more feral with each time.
“Nothing but the best, für meine Liebe.” The tip of his nose nudged against the shell of your ear as his fingers slowly started worked you.
“Love you touching me like that so much.” You whined, buttering him further up whilst the wish for his fingers to sneak past the lacey fabric grew.
“N’ I fuckinh love fingering that pretty pussy just as much, sugar.”, just as if to prove that he knew your own body better than you yourself, Karl led his fingertips to play over the seams of your string, edging it to the side little by little, “Imma have my fingers right up in that wet hot cunt all day long.”
With every further brush of his broad fingers his breath alongside yours turned more labored and shallow.
“Please…” You begged unto him, the tease growing nearly unbearable.
“Fuck it, can hardly wait either.” The words hadn't properly rolled over Karl's tongue as his fingers were spearheading through your slick-soaked folds already, dragging down for his index- and middle finger to thrust inside you whilst the thick pad of his thumb nudged your throbbing clit.
The doubled stimulation sent an almost electric jolt of pleasure through your entire body and straight into your head, making you effectively forget about the hammering ache in your skull for a moment because the ache between your thighs gained the high ground.
“Hmm, yeah, that's better, buttercup.”, He sneered, his fingers stroking and curving against your insides in a devilishly slow pace that led you to arch yourself against them, “Fuck, so wet for me, good girl. There you go, fuck Daddy's fingers.”
Moving with his fingers, you jutted your hips, the lewd squelching sound of Karl's digits rutting in and back out of you repeatedly, filling the gloomy bedroom and being joined by poorly choked-back moans. The forming soundscape intoxicated Karl and fogged his mind to the point where it went entirely past him how he himself grinded his waist against your side to alleviate the pressure in his pulsing and twitching cock held back by the confines of his boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cotton. If it wouldn't have been for the raging hangover, he'd fuck you stupid on the spot and gotten himself balls-deep inside of you until you were a cock-drunk, babbling mess but that had to wait. He'd coax and pull two or three orgasms out of you before getting his dick properly wet.
“Fuck…shit…” Your breaths came quick and shallow, your rib cage fluttering up and down whilst your muscles started to tense up with every flick of his thumb.
“There, there… issok, let yourself go.” His lips pressed a sloppy kiss behind your ear, the pleasurable tingle nearly sending you over the threshold, however, you kept yourself tethering right at the edge with your pelvis thrusting against Karl's fingers harshly now.
You felt your insides clench around his fingers, worked-up muscles starting to contract in the first spasms of an explosive orgasm that rippled through your entire body. For mere seconds all the pain was washed from your system and instead flooded with the purest of bliss. The coil inside your stomach had snapped and with it, warm and soothing ecstasy sprung from one nerve ending to the next like a spark that carried the raging fire to the entire forest.
Karl didn't bother to move his fingers by just an inch, not until every last orgasmic contraction had faded and left his hand covered in your release. A meak wince fell from your lips as he left your cunt empty and instead brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean in feral enthusiasm.
“How ‘bout you sit that pretty pussy on my face next, huh?
#karl heisenberg#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg smut#karl heisenberg x you#resident evil village#resident evil 8#resident evil#resident evil fanfiction#karl heisenberg fanfic
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Not like the others: part two
Pairings: g!p Carol Danvers x reader
Warnings: smut, blowjobs, jealously, slight angst, degrading, praising, cumming on someone’s face, Carol has a penis
Word count: 2,049
Summary: After Carol finds out about a certain someone taking a liking to you she made it her job to show you just who you belong to
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
“You ready to go?” Carol asked you as she slipped on her jacket. You turned to look at her, giving a small grin before responding.
“Yeah, I just gotta get something and…got it!” Throwing up your hands you showed your watch signaling you found what you were looking for. She chuckled and pulled you into her, staring down at you as she brought your hand to her lips and leaving a small peck on the back.
“Alright then, let’s go.” You bit your lip as she moved herself from you and opened the door, letting your flustered self walk out in front her. As you walked out her eyes wandered to your ass, using her hands to slap the two cheeks as she closed the door behind her. You fake gasped as her hands made contact, turning around to give a light smack to her shoulder.
When the two of you arrived you both were greeted with a bunch of people greeting you, some jocks were talking to Carol and a bunch of the cheerleaders went to you. You all talked about the dances you’ve been working on and one person even mentioned you and Carol.
“So you and Carol Danvers huh? You know, I heard she’s slept with most of the girls here.” You hated to admit that those words struck you right in the heart but they did. Knowing that you could just be another one of her hookups scared you immensely.
“W-we’re just friends.” She didn’t stop though, it was like she wanted a reaction from you. “Really? Then why did you walk in with her? And why do I see you going to her dorm every night?” When you were about to speak, the woman you’ve been talking about suddenly appeared behind you. She wrapped her hand loosely around your shoulder and pulled you into a mouth watering kiss.
“Hey babe, what you guys talking about over here?” You still had a shocked and flustered face from the kiss, she’s never done something like that before. It was supposed to be a friends with benefits deal but here she was calling you babe and basically making out with you in front of everyone.
“Oh nothing, just about you and Y/N.” You could tell she already knew, it was probably why she came over here in the first place. She was most likely just being nice and trying to not make you uncomfortable, she didn’t mean the kiss or the nickname, it was just to get them off your back.
“What about us?” “Oh you know, just that you two have clearly been fucking all the time. Oh and Carol, that Steve guy has been talking a lot about Y/N. You may want to put him in his place for talking about your partner.” They all giggled like schoolgirls while you let out a shaky breath. Looking up you saw the blondes jaw clenched and fists squeezing together almost drawing blood.
“And uh, what has he exactly been saying?” “Oh you know just ‘god they’re so hot, I bet you all I could bring them home with me’ and ‘damn have you seen that ass?’ Just the usual talk about Miss Y/N here.” They mimicked the man and smirked when finishing their statement, trying to get a rise out of her. When Carol heard them say ‘usual talk’ it was as if something snapped inside of her, she hated the thought of people thinking you were theirs when you were clearly hers. Although she couldn’t blame them, you were hot and it’s not like she made anything official yet, she was too scared to ask you out. So for now you were ‘just friends’ when in reality Carol wanted to be more than that, she wanted to take you out on dates and spoil you. You dragged the woman outside to get some fresh air only to be shoved against the wall.
“Carol, what are you do-“
“Shut up. When we go back in there I want you sitting on my lap all night alright? I want everyone to know you belong to me.” You hated to admit her possessiveness turned you on, knowing she was so jealous because of you made your heart swell. You nodded and walked back into the house with her, her hand laid upon your ass.
Moving you both over to the living room she sat on the chair and placed you on her lap. You moved around a bit to get more comfortable until you felt something poking you.
You looked behind you to see Carol smirking, “What’s got you all flustered baby?” Shaking your head with a blush on your face you looked back at the ground until you heard chatter. Everyone was walking up to the two of you, including Steve, the quarterback. The woman kept her hand around your figure and glared up at the man when he sent you an obvious wink. You grimaced and leaned back into the blonde only to rub against her hard on once again. She groaned into your ear and gripped your hips, making you repeat the motion slowly. She continued with her movements and you tried your best not to silence your moans, even making out with Carol to hide your noise. You turned to straddle the slightly older woman so your core is pressed right up against her restrained cock. Neither of you cared that others could see you making out very visibly, in fact, Carol loved it. Knowing that all those people can see clear as day that you’re her girlfriend, well, not just yet.
You rocked your hips slow enough that no one would be able to see it but still so you two could feel the pleasure. The girl wasn’t having this, she thrusted your body fastly against her, making sure everyone can see you basically riding her.
“Carol- the- others- can- see us-“ you said between each kiss she peppered onto your mouth.
“Let them.” She left visible marks along your neck, marking her territory. You quickly dragged her upstairs before it could escalate even more, hearing whistles your way from the cheerleaders. The moment you two entered the room you pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her like before.
She tried to flip you over only to have you holding her down. “Uh uh, I want to make you feel good tonight.” “But-“ you shushed her with a finger to her lips, lowering yourself so you made eye contact with her large bulge.
“No buts, I want to suck you off alright?” She nodded with a heavy breath and let you unbutton her jeans. When you got to her boxers you used your hand to massage her bulge gently, hearing her small moans. You rubbed her balls through the undergarments as you waited for her to beg you.
“If you want me to give you a blowjob you have to ask nicely.” You batted your eyelashes teasingly at her and she groaned.
“I’m not begging, I don’t beg.” When you started to stand up she quickly pulled you back down to your original position making you smirk at the effect you had on her.
“I already told you Carol, if you want my mouth you have to beg.” You placed your hand back in its old position and watched amused as she got fed up.
“Fine! I’ll beg! Y/N, will you please suck me off?” You laughed at her poor excuse of pleading and she threw her head back in annoyance at your response.
“You have to beg better than that honey, don’t you want my mouth? Don’t you want my tongue just licking up all your cum? I guess I was wrong to think that you’d want to hear my gags and see my tearful face as I choke on your cock.” You faked a pout as she basked in the image of you on your knees taking her down your throat. You knew how much she loved having you suck her off as you gagged around her, it bloated her already large ego.
“Please Y/N, I am begging you please make me cum. I want to see you crying and choking around me, I need you to just make me feel good please.” You sighed as if you were thinking about her response before giving in, licking a long stripe up her eager cock. She felt relief wash over her as you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking gently. You moaned around her length and brought vibrations around her that made her shudder.
“Mmm, such a good girl aren’t you? Taking me so well.” Her praise caused a blush to arise upon your face as you took down more of her, reaching about half way until she hit the back of your throat. Using your hand to make up for the lack of your mouth you jerked off the rest of her as you bobbed your head up and down. She grabbed onto your hair and forced you to take her all the way, admiring the noises you made.
“Yes! Take me all the fucking way! You’re so good for me baby, you’re a natural.” Her words were cut off with a loud moan. You were lucky there was obnoxiously loud music playing downstairs or else everyone would have heard her.
The way Carol was manhandling you made the wet patch on your underwear increase, you never told her but you loved the roughness of her actions, you loved when she treated you like a cockdrunk whore.
“Such a little slut, are you my slut? You’re mine, all mine to use, all mine to fuck. I’m gonna cum princess, I’m gonna paint your face with my fucking cum.” You could barely even pay attention to a word she was saying as you only focused on giving her the best blowjob she’s ever had. You wanted to be better than those girls she’d bring back before, you wanted to be better than anyone she had. Unbeknownst to you she thought you were the greatest thing in the world, not just because of how good you were in bed but because she loved you unlike any of her hookups. She loved everything about you, she was just too afraid you didn’t want her the way she wanted you.
“I’ll mark you as mine baby, I’ll make sure no one will ever take you away from me. You’ll be with me forever, and no one will ever ruin that, not Steve or that stupid chick staring you up and down.” Confusion hit you as she said those first few words, what did she mean by ‘mark you as mine’? She pulled your hair to rip you off of her throbbing cock and jerked herself off, planning to finish all over your beautiful face. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks as she shuttered seeing you open your awaiting mouth to taste her cum. You closed your eyes while her release splattered across you. You noticed the way her cock twitched when you grasped it yourself, going to replace her hand with your own. You continued with her original pace and lowered yourself to take her once more. You milked her dry and moaned at the taste, trying your best to take it all.
The moment she relaxed she quickly rushed to put on her pants. You thought she must have regretted it as she was starting to walk out the door.
“You coming?” “W-where?” She let out a whispered laugh with that raspy voice, god what that voice did to you. She grabbed your chin in her hands and wiped her cum off of your body only to smear it across your lips.
“There. Now if anyone tries to kiss you all they’ll taste is me.” You were going to speak until she interrupted you by smashing her lips against your own, using the fact that your mouth was open to her advantage. She swirled her tongue around only to taste herself, groaning lightly when it hit her taste buds. She pulled back as you stared into her eyes, both of you guys’ eyelids growing heavy.
“Oh I forgot to ask, will you be my girlfriend?”
#carol danvers x you#carol smut#carol danvers smut#carol danvers x female reader#carol danvers x reader#carol x reader#carol danvers#captain marvel x you#captain marvel x reader#anon request
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oh sweet jesus 😍 i cannot wait for this
okay wait; but also, imagine vampire eddie just FUCKING the daylights out of you, all day and all night because well, he’s a vampire, he can’t make you do wtv tf he wants. and tbh if he okay with it 🤷🏻♀️
but anyway, and then you say something like “oh my god” and he’s just like “not even god can save you now” 😍😍😻🦇🦇🦇😻😻🦇
OH HE TOTALLY WOULD TOO
sex with eddie was always incredible and just mindblowing as hell when he was human, but now???? goddamn, that man is a fucking machine. super speed? yep. stamina out the ass? you bet! the ability to make you cum so much harder than before? oh yes!
like let’s go back to the “eddie develops telepathy as part of his new vampire abilities” thing for a second, because i feel it would serve so well here. you’re fooling around, right? your thoughts are just a jumbled mess of lust, desire, the most filthy things imaginable—and eddie is seeing all of it and just eating that shit up. the smell of your arousal, the vulgar film in your head in which you both are the stars, the scent of your blood getting sweeter & thicker the more turned on you get? fucking god. he is going to rail the everloving shit out of you, exactly as he’s seeing it in your mind. he’s going to hold you tightly against him, maybe choke you carefully, cover your skin in bites wherever he can reach from whatever position you’re in, he’s going to say the most disgusting, toe curling, hottest shit to you, and you’re both going to love every goddamn minute of it. this goes on for hours, with few breaks in between for you to rest, hydrate, nap, whatever you have to do. then you’re going right back at it, immediately upon your consent. good luck walking for the next two fucking weeks after all of that.
and the god thing, oof. imagine that he’s got his fingers in your mouth as he’s absolutely destroying your cunt, standing at the edge of the bed as you lie on it, your legs thrown on his shoulders as he fucks you deeply. that big, throbbing cock, hitting all the perfect places as you claw at him, at the bed, anything in reach. he leans down at one point to put the fingers in your mouth, mimicking his cock with them, and when he grabs your throat with that same hand, that’s when the “oh my god” slips from your lips.
and i see this fucker just stopping, hand still around your throat and dick still stretching your sopping pussy. the room seems quieter now, without the obscene sounds of sex echoing off the walls. you’re whining, trying to get him to thrust again, but he’s smirking with a look of arrogance in those lust-blown eyes. you know that he can tell what you’re thinking, that he can see the neediness and sheer desperation in your head, and you hate it so much in that moment. he leans down, running his fangs along your pulse point before licking his way to your lips.
“there is no god,” he whispers, kissing you hotly and drawing some blood from your lips with his fangs. he licks it up seductively, grinning smugly as he looks down at you. “there’s only me. i’m your god, y/n. i want to hear you say it.”
he nearly pulls out, and you just whine the words out. you want him to move, fuck, you need him to pound you again like before. you cling to him, practically sobbing the words in desperation when he withdraws completely. goddamn him. and he just grins smugly, holding your throat as he kisses you deeply. he drinks up your filthy moans as he slams inside again, and begins railing into you at his usual fast, otherworldly pace.
“that’s better,” he murmurs against your lips, drawing back to sink his teeth into your neck. you cry out in pure ecstasy, and he is chuckling as he begins sucking the blood from your neck. “besides, even if god did exist, there’s no way in hell he’s going to save you now.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#vampire eddie munson#eddie munson smut
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Karma's A Bitch Part 1 (Jamie Tartt x Reader, Enemies to Lovers)
Summary: Idealistic, hopeless romantic Y/N is the new marketing intern at AFC Richmond who instantly tops star player and major asshole Jamie Tartt's shit list for daring to stand up to him.
Today’s my first day as a marketing intern at AFC Richmond! I really like Keeley already- she’s so nice. She was immediately welcoming to me and even listened to my rant about the newest season of Bridgerton. I think working here is going to be exciting because Jamie Tartt trains here and I’ve had sex fantasies about him ever since I saw him modeling in a champagne ad. I was ecstatic to be placed here because then that meant we can meet and interact and possibly fall in love and reenact my sex dreams.
I can see the players coming into the building from the field. Oh my God, that means Jamie’s coming! What if he falls in love with me on sight? That wouldn’t happen probably but it’d be so romantic.
Jamie is wearing his gray practice jersey and grey warm up jacket. He is making the drab colors work for him.
When he’s just about to pass me, I say, “Hey, Jamie, I’m Y/N and I just want to say-“
He brushes right past me, shoving his water bottle into my hands. “Thanks,” he dismisses, not even turning around.
Well. That dream’s dead now. My cheeks flush with anger and I guess my body reacts before my mind. I don’t think about how this will affect my internship or dealing with him in the future. I just want to make him pay.
I catch up to him, seizing his arm and blocking his path.
His eyes narrow in annoyance. “What do you want?”
I unscrew the bottle cap. “I used to admire you a lot, but…” I stand on my tiptoes and pour all the water from the bottle onto Jamie’s face. “Not anymore, dickhead.”
He blinks, looking furious. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” I say. “A terrible person who treats people like crap. Everything else doesn’t matter to me. Not how famous you are or how rich you are or how many goals you score and certainly not how hot you are!” I regret saying that last part.
“You think I’m hot?” he asks. Then he laughs. “What, are you mad that I’m not falling all over myself for you?”
“You wish,” I say. “I just think you shouldn’t be rude to interns- or anyone- because you’re some big star.”
“You’re interning here?” Jamie’s nose wrinkles as if he smells something rancid. Then he draws up. “Then let me tell you how it works around here. You learn respect, you do what I say, and if I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask.”
“I’m actually in the marketing department, not your personal assistant. And I’ll respect you when you learn not to be a dick,” I retort.
“Whatever. Just stay out of my way.” He knocks my shoulder with his before storming off.
Today I’m handing out schedules to the players about marketing stuff. I barely make eye contact when I get to Jamie, who is chewing gum. I just shove it at him. “This is yours.”
“Perfect,” Jamie says. “I’ve been looking for a place to put my gum.”
“How about up your ass?” I say nastily.
Scorn enters Jamie’s eyes. “I see you still haven’t learned respect, intern.” He takes his wet gum out of his mouth and sticks it into my hand. “Toss this in the trash for me.”
` What an entitled prick. “In the trash? Sure.” I press his chewed gum into his forehead. By now the whole team is watching. “Is here good?” I taunt.
A lot of the other players start laughing. I bet Jamie’s been an ass to all of them at least once, and they love seeing him brought down a peg.
He looks furious, using the paper his schedule is on to scrape gum off his face. And then he gets right up in mine. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you to stay in your place?” he growls.
“Maybe this all wouldn’t be happening if you were a nice person. Just a thought. Oh, and you have an interview at 3 tomorrow.” I start to walk away, but Jamie grabs the back of my shirt.
“I could make your life really miserable around here if I wanted to,” Jamie says.
“Sure, gum-face. Sure,” I say. I leave him seething behind me.
This morning I get an email that I have to be in the interview room 25 minutes earlier to “prep Jamie on talking points.”
When I pull open the door of the interview room, I’m showered from head to toe with whipped cream from a bucket hanging over the door. When I wipe my eyes, I see Jamie with a big bucket in his hand.
“You did this,” I spew.
He shrugs. “I thought you needed a makeover,” he says, emptying the bucket’s contents over my head. Which turn out to be feathers. Many, multicolored feathers that because of the whipped cream, stick everywhere. My hair, my face, and all over my body.
“Jamie!” I shriek furiously while he just looks smug. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” He feigns innocence. “I thought Americans liked this.”
“Okay, Jamie, what is your problem with me?” I demand. “Is it because I’m the only person ever to stand up to you?”
“You think you can talk to me and treat me however you want. You tried to embarrass me in front of my teammates today. You need to get it through your thick skull that you’re just some lowly American intern, and I’m the star player. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“You are so arrogant,” I say. “It’s no wonder your teammates don’t like you.”
“Think I give a shit?” Jamie scoffs. “They all know I’m the best.” He smirks. “And so will that reporter coming.”
My eyes widen. “Oh yeah, the reporter’s coming. Jamie, I guarantee you’ll blow them away.”
He looks confused at this, and I use this moment to tackle him to the floor. “What the fuck?” he demands angrily. Whipped cream is seeping into his jeans and shirt, and some of my feathers are transferring onto his clothes.
“Well, Jamie, karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now,” I say.
He glares at me. “You stupid twat. You ruined my outfit for my interview!”
“You ruined mine first!” I shoot back. “Like you say, you’re so much more important than me. Maybe you’ll make this look the new trend.”
“Piss off,” Jamie says, his eyes blazing.
“You ensured that I would get embarrassed on the Tube today. Thought I’d return the favor,” I spit.
“This is a national magazine,” Jamie says through clenched teeth. “It’s not the same and you know it. I’ll get you back for this.”
I scowl. “As if this prank wasn’t entirely your fault. But fine. You want a war? You’ve got one.”
A/N: Hi guys!!! I wrote this after getting super pissed off (in a good way) after reading a snippet of another Jamie Tartt fanfic on here, so I used like 3 lines from there to inspire this story and put my own unique spin on it. Also yes I had Y/N quote that song Jojo Siwa made famous and Brit Smith ~bodied~. She's such a girlboss, and I love seeing her put Jamie in his place. I also love writing slow burns!!
#jamie tartt fic#jamie tartt x female reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x reader#ted lasso fic#ted lasso fanfiction#ted lasso fanfic#enemies to lovers
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Squirrel (a Gutterballs story)
Eddie Munson x betty!Reader
A jump from modern day to the early 1990's when we meet a young, aspiring rockstar Eddie Munson at the heart of the Seattle grunge scene. I had the huge honor of being included in the Tattoo Cover-up Valentine's Day Special episode of Gutterballs by @dr-aculaaa and I'm still emotional about it, to be honest. This wee contribution is dedicated to Drac, as well as all of the Gutterballs friends I'm proud to know because of this fandom (coming for you, Daria.)
word count: 1.4k
18+, smoking weed, the term 'bitches' used affectionally, mention of heartbreak, allusions to mental illness, a supposed one-night stand that became more, mention of addiction, that one friend who can find anyone online, hurt/comfort. Reader (Betty) has a good friend named Shelby, which is actually my cat in real life.
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You picked at the label of your beer, waiting impatiently for your friend to pull up something on her laptop.
It was the recent episode of Gutterballs that had spurred your Sherlock Holmes friend into action. You said something in passing about how it’d be impossible to find the rest of Eddie Munson’s lost loves that were mentioned on the infamous podcast, and then she’d lost sleep wanting to prove you wrong.
“So. Here’s Abi and Chelsea,” Shelby motioned for you to come and look over her shoulder. She clicked on search tabs one at a time, including one for Ashley, causing a melancholy smile to quiver at the side of your mouth. “Pretty,” you nodded. “Eddie always knew how to pick ‘em.”
“This one looks dangerous,” she pointed to Jo, adjusting her glasses. “They all seem totally cool, actually.”
You scanned the various results from her internet sleuthing. “Which one is that?”
“Oh, that’s Meg,” Shelby clicked on a social media profile, and then pulled up a video of a chef with purple hair preparing something on the morning show.
“Fuckin, Meg,” you said under your breath in your best Eddie voice.
“Doesn’t she own that restaurant in Chicago we couldn’t afford to go to?” Shelby pinched her joint from the ashtray and took a drag, enlarging photos from their menu, concentrating. “I wonder if they accept Groupon.”
You stealthily followed Abby on social media from your private account and planned to buy some of her watercolor paintings. Funny enough, you already knew Emily. The two of you had been part of a mutual friend group for years, and so when Eddie mentioned them being a bitch you had to snort a laugh because…yeah.
“Nice work, Columbo,” you patted Shelby’s shoulder. “You found all of them in under 24 hours. I shall make you a commemorative plaque out of dry macaroni.”
Checking her phone, your sleuth friend mumbled to herself as she went down a rabbit hole of social media comments.
“Not all,” she slipped her bottom lip through her teeth a few times. “Took me a while to find Rose, they go by a different name on social media. The drawings they do are badass, and they like that same actor you do, the one with the Minecraft head.”
“So, I’m the only one out of all of them who didn’t do anything with my life? Nice.”
“Hey,” she said in mock scorn. “I bet none of these bitches can say they’ve had absolutely every career that’s ever existed. It takes a special kind of ingenuity to change jobs every 6 months. Plus, you wrote and published a whole-ass novel.”
“It only sold 37 copies,” you muttered. “Ten of which were to you and mom.”
You held your breath after that, watching the screen, waiting for the one name you hadn’t been able to connect a face to yet, but instead, Shelby slumped on the barstool with a defeated sigh. “Daria might be the one that got away. Haven’t found even a crumb for who or where they might be.”
“Damn,” you said softly. …where are you, Strigoi?
“How does Eddie even pull partners this hot?” Shelby asked, turning to dig for her Visine. “Wasn’t he the one who bragged about being able to burp the alphabet?”
Laughter bubbled in your throat at the memory; the type of laugh that immediately made tears burst from your eyes. You wiped your face in a way that was more of a slap and turned to stare at the gloom settling into the pines outside the window.
“He has a way about him I suppose.”
“I think you should call him,” she blurted, offering you a hit off the purple kush, but you waved her off. “If only to figure out the Daria mystery.”
“Oh yeah? Just call him? Just like that? Oh, hey Eddie I know it’s been almost three decades, but what’s new?”
“I mean, sounds legit to me.”
Remember those rainy days, Squirrel? Remember…
You tossed and turned early the next morning, reaching for your phone to scroll and help push away intrusive thoughts. How many things you’d fucked up, how many friends you’d lost to time and death and sloppy choices.
Maybe not all was lost…
Seattle, early 1990’s
“My lady is here with us tonight,” Eddie rumbled into the mic, gesturing to you from where he stood on that rickety old stage in front of a rowdy crowd at The Crocodile Cafe. Alice in Chains had played there, as well as Mother Love Bone and Mudhoney, back before they were household names. “This next one's for her.”
From your seat at the bar, you locked eyes with him, beaming with pride, but also shaking your head. “I hate you,” mouthing the words made his dimpled grin grow wider.
“Betty Spaghetti…. My beautiful Aquarius twin.”
The ink on your matching Aquarius glyph tattoos were still covered in Aquaphor that night. You’d spent the past two weeks trying to figure out how this chatty Indiana boy had managed to become a permanent fixture in your life.
“I don’t want anything serious,” you’d said into his mouth while your hands were all over each other in the dive bar bathroom the first time you met. Bonding over booze, blow, and the shared trauma of losing a parent, you recognized that emptiness mirrored in each other and wanted to fill it.
“Cool, neither do I,” he mumbled, shoving his jeans down his hips.
But he’d been lying through his teeth, and he confessed that to you a month later down on the wharf, handing over a little squirrel made of shells from the pocket of his leather jacket. He’d been sneaky and bought it at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop, a place the two of you liked to go to visit the mummified remains of a dude named Sylvester.
There was no major foundation for giving him the nickname Squirrel, one day it just happened. He was on the couch in his boxers, stoned out of his gourd, shoveling pretzels into his mouth at such a manic rate that his cheeks looked like they were about to burst.
“So, you knew I was the one back then? In a dark bar after 8 shots?”
He looped his arm with yours as you walked. “Uh-huh, still do,” he leaned in closer. “Still do.”
At that moment, during those days, you worried that you wouldn’t be able to breathe without him. You were both so young, too young to fully comprehend the impact of that time in your life in later years, or what a trauma bond even was.
But then the day came that you’d come to realize would always arrive for you eventually, and that was the time to move on: to other experiences, other people.
You didn’t know at the time that it could be done any other way, and so you made a real mess of things.
He made several attempts to get in touch with you, including the time years later when he found out from your mom that you were in rehab. He wrote to you, but you never wrote back, never returned his calls.
He wasn’t trying to stir up the old flames or get back together; by then, that ship had sailed, and the Eddie Munson you knew never stayed single for long. But he did want you to know that you weren’t alone, that you would always have a friend in him. That he’d meant it when he said he’d always care about you.
Returning to the current reality, you chewed at your thumbnail, staring at the phone number Shelby had written down for you on a yellow legal pad. How she’d managed to get a hold of Eddie Munson’s private cell number, you’d never know.
You were about to end the call after the second ring, flustered, thinking it would be better to send a text, when just then—- he answered.
Eddie recognized the area code, but never thought in a million years that it would be…
“H-hey Squirrel, it’s me.”
Dead silence made your heart flop. Maybe you should say it’s a wrong number, maybe this was a mistake. What if he considered you a lost love, but he no longer wanted anything to do with you? He did cover up the tattoo, after all.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my Betty Fuckin’ Spaghetti,” you could hear the joy in his voice, could hear his wide smile cracking into seasoned laugh lines. “I’ve missed the shit outta you.”
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D.VA, Ashe and Kiriko with a fem s/o who is insecure about her short height and small chest? 🐇 thank you!
Short Flat S/O - Kiriko, Ashe, and Dva
A/N: Why do I feel like I know you, show yourself.
CW: Suggestive, slightly nsfw
D.va
So I found out recently that Hana is actually 5'6... yeah.
Man, actually doesn't even tease which is surprising since she'll find other things to tease you about, but never your height and especially not your chest (she's really not one to say much in that department)
Suprise hugs you can bet on. She practically tackles you and nuzzles into the crook of your neck giggling.
She likes you being short it makes her feel powerful, and maybe a lil protective, but it's a good thing I swear!
If Hana is teaching you to shoot, it makes it easier for her, she'll steady you with her hands on your hips and correcting your stance.
she's part of the Korean army so stfu she's not just an UWU gamer girl.
will explode when she puts her fatigues blouse on you and seeing the sleeves droop.
Hana is pretty damn strong, best girl to go to concerts with bc she'll hoist you on her back or on her shoulders fr.
BIG SPOON HANA RIGHTS.
If you're openly insecure about your breasts, she is pulling off your shirt and leaving kisses on them. She loves and appreciates them.
she will not let you shame yourself in front of her.
Kiriko
Kiriko doesn't really have much there (regardless of what r34 artists like to draw)
Never going to judge you, she'll make jokes about sharing bras but that's as far as it goes.
Your height though. She's a damn menace.
OH IF SHE SEES YOU IN HER CLOTHES SHE WILL PAUSE AND SECONDS LATER YOUR ASS IN DINNER FR
NSFW IDEA SHE EATS YOU OUT SHE EATS YOU OUT WHILE YOU'RE IN HER HOODIE
Picking you up, wrapping her arms around you from behind and using your head as a rest for her chin.
Is the type of person to wake up in the morning and have you wrapped around her front with your arms and legs around Kiriko's torso.
She'll just casually be brushing her teeth with one hand and hold you by the behind with the other as you're still napping in the crook of her neck.
Lap sitting casually 100%
You are her body pillow she clings to you alot in her sleep
Will put stuff on high shelves simply so you ask her for help.
If she sees you trying, she'll grab you by the hips and lift you up.
For your breasts she'll licking and sucking on your nipples no questions. She will get a non toxic red marker and draw lil hearts on them.
Ashe
Has enough boobage for the two of you, but really doesn't care about boob size.
Height however, Ashe is surprisingly fair about.
If you really want to be taller, she'll take you out to get a stylized pair of cowhide leather boots.
Or have you sitting on top of Bob's shoulder.
Likes having you in her lap while she does office work
100% holds you against her and wraps your legs around herself and cradles you in her arms.
Smothers your face in kisses if you try to shame yourself.
If you try to hide your chest, she'll gently pry your wrists away and kiss and lick your breasts, maybe even traces on with her fingers.
I love all of you sugar, there's no need to hide
If you wear Ashe's stuff that motivates her to buy you a matching outfit with her.
Bob is also mildly interested in your tiny stature so his heart will be so warmed if you let him place his bowler vest and hat on you.
Please let bob do this, he deserves happiness.
A/N: my hand is finally healed so I can write now. Pumping these out holy crap.
#ashe x reader#ashe overwatch#elizabeth caledonia#d.va#d.va x reader#dva x reader#hana song#Kiriko#kiriko kamori#kiriko overwatch#kiriko x reader#kiriko
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Violet and Rose Ch. 25 (NSFW)
Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)
Authors Note: UGh...
You couldn’t help but giggle as Larissa pressed kiss after kiss to your neck. Brushing your hair to the side, you felt her teeth scrape against your skin as she began sucking right where your shoulder met your neck. You would need to adjust your school wardrobe for the week to hide the mark she was about to leave. Larissa had you pushed up against the wall on her balcony, her knee between your legs which you were happily grinding your hips against.
She had you tucked into the corner of her balcony, but you very well could be spotted by a student or faculty member, even in the darkness. If anything, you just had to be quick and quiet. Larissa promised you in your classroom some sex when you both were home, but around 7pm Larissa was still in her office, so you came and found her. After some teasing and flirting, you went out on the balcony, leaving her to think about what she had done by leaving you horny and alone. Now she was doing exactly as you pleased.
“Mother of my children…” Larissa mumbled against your skin, her hands, sliding under your shirt, hands running over your lower stomach around to your sides before shifting down to grab your ass. The aggressiveness which she groped you was an indicator of the rough fucking to come.
“Future children…” You corrected before her teeth nipped and sucked at your pulse point, earning a soft moan from you. You felt her hands shift lower, beginning to gather your longer skirt into fists. You bring your hand to grasp her face, drawing it back up to capture her lips with your own.
“Mhmm… My little slut…” Larissa pulled away from you, taking your hand and guiding it down to have you hold up your skirt for her. Her tone was so gentle and kind. She was giving the physical roughness you hoped for when she grabbed your face, “Open that pretty mouth.”
You do as you are told, opening your mouth as Larissa squeezing your cheeks even harder, making sure closing your mouth would be more challenging. You knew exactly what she was about to do when she sucked in her cheeks and loomed over you, spitting into your mouth.
Larissa had never acted like this before.
Her dominance was absolutely tantalizing.
“Swallow.” The grasp on your face loosened enough for you to close your mouth and swallow her saliva. Larissa’s spare hand had moved between your legs, pulling your underwear to the side. You shifted your feet wider, hoping to give her better access when she chose to touch you. Larissa’s grip on your face tightened again, a silent signal that you should open your mouth once more, “Be a good girl…”
You opened your mouth and she inserted her fingers into your mouth, “Get them nice and wet so I can fuck you.”
Fuck. Sex with Larissa hadn’t been this hot since May when you both discovered the joys of shapeshifting in the bedroom.
You gladly accepted her fingers, sucking on them while making direct eye contact with Larissa. When you felt her draw her fingers away, you pooled your saliva around them, leaving them dripping with your spit, “Oh, good girl…”
Larissa lowered her fingers to your cunt, pushing them into you with a satisfied smile. Her hand released your face, moving lower to grip your neck. You bit your lips, trying not to moan aloud, you wouldn’t want anyone who was out for a late night stroll to hear you. Larissa’s fingers moved deeper and faster, her thumb pressing to your clit. Larissa dipped her face by your ear, “You are so wet for me… I bet you want me to fuck you, hmm?”
You whimper and nodded quickly, hoping this intensity remains throughout the entire sexual experience. Larissa continues fingerfucking you whilst whispering the most degrading things to you, calling you her little slut, a whore, and her little fucktoy. Not often did Larissa take the opportunity to punish and degrade you, making this interaction particularly pleasurable for you. Her fingers always did fill you so nicely, but slowly you become hungry for something more.
“Please Larissa…” You gasped, grasping at the collar of her dress, feeling an orgasm drawing near. Larissa’s face came down to your neck once again, seeking to bruise the base of your neck with her lips and tongue. Her mouth on you drew a breathy moan from your throat. You were hoping to remain quiet, but Larissa was marking it harder and harder.
Knowing exactly what you liked, Larissa pulled her fingers from your core and began circling your clit with enough fervor to send you tumbling over the edge. You buried your face into her shoulder, biting down to silence the scream that erupted through you. When your knees went weak, Larissa pulled the hand from your throat, wrapping an arm around your middle to hold you steady. Larissa pulled her hand from your clit, guided your underwear to cover you once more, and clutched at your fingers to release your skirt to cover yourself once more. Her lips found your temple and she whispered to you, “Was that too much? I- Did I hurt your feelings?”
You shook your head, “No, honey. It was perfect.”
Larissa rose a hand to your face, brushing her fingers over your cheek. Once she felt the coolness from the night air on your cheek, concern filled her face, “Oh, honey. Perhaps we should go inside before we do any more. You are freezing.”
You couldn’t say you had given much concern to the falling temperature, rather you had more pressing matters that were of more concern. Rather than argue with Larissa, you only nod. You grasp at Larissa’s hand, pulling her towards the balcony door. You stood in the doorway staring at Larissa as she gazed out into the courtyard, intently looking at someone or something. She paused, her eyes narrowing in on whatever had caught her attention. You must say that you simply didn’t care what she was looking at, rather you were more concerned with the fun to be had on her desk.
“Rissa…” You tugged at her hand, wishing for her attention back on you. Larissa still wasn’t looking at you, piquing your curiosity, “What are you looking at?”
You took a step back outside, but Larissa turned towards you, blocking your view of the courtyard. Her fingers tilt your chin upwards to look at her, “Come darling. Let us continue.”
Minutes later, Larissa had you stripped of your clothes and left her own dress pooled on the floor near her dress. She seated herself in her desk chair, holding out her hands. You take them and crawl into her lap. How you loved the feeling of her soft hands sliding down your sides to rest on your hips. Larissa’s touch was far more gentle now, her eyes were focused on your body while you remained focused on her face. Her thoughts seem preoccupied. What could be of more interest in this moment?
You raise your hands to her face and push your lips to hers in hopes you can push away whatever is troubling her. Grinding your hips down on hers, you attempt to remind her what you came inside to do. Larissa seems to have returned her focus to you when you felt a hardness pushing between your legs, bringing a smirk to your face. Her kisses were soft and sweet, akin to those nights where you made soft sweet love rather than the filthy sex you felt you were promised outside. You decided to take control of the situation, pushing a hand between your bodies and positioning her at your entrance.
Larissa lets out a long sigh as you sink down onto her. Her hands grip your hips, but not with the ferocity you would have hoped.
She was making love to you.
Slowly you rode up and down on her cock, her lips unrelenting against yours. Larissa kept whispering, ‘I love you’ again and again. The adoration brought a smile to your lips. Larissa shifts her hips, ever so slightly, allowing her to hit just the right place with each trust. You suck in a breath face now pointed towards the ceiling, giving Larissa the opportunity to ravish your breasts that were now perfectly available to you.
You settled into the tender pace. She made you feel so full and cared for.
Her tongue circling your sensitive nipples, teeth delicately biting down. In response, you tightened your walls around her cock causing Larissa to forget your breasts for a moment to rest her head against your sternum. Her moans filled the room, your own whimpers joining in every few thrusts.
You felt yourself nearing another orgasm, but you wanted to stave it off for a while longer in effort to cum with Larissa. Your response was to clench tighter around her. Larissa only grunted, speeding up her pacing. While she wasn’t pounding you like you wanted, this was certainly enough to make holding out on your own orgasm more challenging. Larissa struggled to maintain control, the only words tumbling from her mouth was, “Oh, God… You are so- Ugh… Fuck… So-”
You smirked to yourself, happy she was unable to form sentences because you felt so good.
“Fern.. I-I-I’m… I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, baby.” You finished her thought for her, knowing what she was about to say. Her thrusts became more erratic. The desperation she had in obtaining an orgasm was becoming clear. Larissa pulled you down on her cock, holding you against her as a strangled moan rose from her throat. Her final moan is what pushed you over the edge and you writhed in pleasure as you felt her cum inside you.
As you come down from your respective orgasms, you softly grind your hips against hers, relishing in the feeling of your bodies joined together. Larissa pulled you into a tight embrace, her hand at the back of your head. While you enjoyed the tenderness of the embrace, it was her words that drew a puzzled look to your face, “I will always be here for you, darling. I love you.”
“I know you will. I-I love you too.” You pull yourself from the hug, leaning back on her thighs to look at her. With your head cocked, you begin prodding for an answer in her change of behavior, “What is this all about? One second you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth and now you are getting all sappy on me? Is everything okay?”
Larissa hesitated, but it wasn’t a long enough pause for you to notice the lie slipping from her tongue. Her hand reached up to stroke your cheek, a faint smile appearing on her lips, “Everything is wonderful… I just- I want to make sure you know that you are everything to me…”
“You are everything to me…” You tilt your forehead against hers, wanting her to know you were taking her seriously. Larissa’s eyes became clouded by tears. It melted your heart when she was this full of love for you. You knew if you had anyone in this life, it would always be her.
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Larissa laid awake that night, heart aching. How could she possibly tell you what she had seen on the balcony? Her best friend was kissing the woman who tried murdering you a year ago. There was no denying what she saw. Larissa knew you would be beside yourself from the anger and disappointment.
Tomorrow she would confront Rowan about the betrayal and until she could plot a course of action to protect you from this heartbreak, she would keep this secret from you.
Link to Chapter 26
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I just gotta say, sub!pornstar!bucky
I have simply passed away.
I have been thinking about this for days, I need to write about it so my head will let it go
Just the thought of coming home to Bucky filming a scene with a dildo that's stuck to the wall by a suction cup. You didn't think he'd still be filming when you got home so you know he must really be enjoying himself if he's still going.
You hear his whimpers before you've even crossed the threshold. He's moaning like he does when he's beautifully overstimulated and he's quickly on his way to those broken sobs you love so much.
A hot throb settles in the pit of your stomach. You're not sure how you're supposed to just sit here and wait for him to finish, not when he sounds like that. But then you remember it's web-cam day. He'll be live-streaming and that gives him a little more wiggle room with his scenes.
"Bucky, sweetheart?" You call into the apartment, knowing that if he wants you to join him he'll respond.
You can imagine the look on his pretty, blissed out face just from the groan that resounds from the bedroom.
"F-Fuck, mommy?" Oh, he's in that headspace today. A pleasant tingle runs up your spine at the realisation all those people on the livestream heard him admit to being yours. They know he's owned. They might be getting off on whatever delightful display of submission he's letting them see but ultimately, he's yours and he wants to be.
You pad down the hallway quickly, discarding your jacket on the way. The bedroom door wasn't fully closed, swinging open with a gentle press and the sight in front of you is just breathtaking.
Bucky is on his hands and knees, with the camera at a 45 degree angle to his face . He's letting his viewers see the way he works himself on that cock but they still get to see the fucked out look in those pretty eyes. Better still, he gets to read the comments. All those strangers degrading him, calling him a filthy slut, taunting him that he'll be in trouble if he doesn't cum in the next few minutes.
He loves this. Clearly. If the pool of cum splattered across the wooden floor is anything to judge by.
"M-mommy?" His voice is weak and feeble, his cheeks are flushed, his dick looks achingly hard, bobbing as he continues to fuck himself on the toy.
"Oh baby, are you being slutty for all these nice people?" You coo, stepping into the focus of the camera, knowing that it will only see your legs, given the angle.
The chat floods with messages faster than ever. Some tell you your Bucky has been a little whore, some tell you he hasn't been slutty enough, some tell you they want to watch you punish him. Each message only seems to send your sweet boy a little more stupid and it's delightful.
"You've cum everywhere. Did all these people get to watch you fuck yourself stupid? I bet you didn't even touch your dick, did you? I know you just fucked your own ass until you came all over yourself. That's pathetic, baby."
This is Heaven for him. His head lolls forward onto his forearms, pleasure making him almost boneless but you can't have that. Absolutely not.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face back up and making him look right down the camera. "Good boy, that's it. Let them see you. Show them that pretty face." His dick twitches, threatening to blow another load over the floor and he knows it.
"I'm gonna cum. Holy shit, I'm s-so close." His eyes roll back in his head and fuck, he's perfect like this. He's breathtaking and it's going to be great for views.
"Don't you dare. You cum when we tell you to." You remind him, dragging his attention back to the rolling chat. Half are keen to watch him cum right then and there and the other half want you to draw it out a little longer. Unfortunately for Bucky, you're leaning towards the latter.
#asks answered <3#stevekempscocktails#becca writes spice#sub!bucky#sub!ps!bucky#ps!bucky#I LOVED writing this#I really want to bake a cute little loaf cake rn#I found a recipe for a raspberry and lemon loaf cake#and I want to bake it#but I don't like cake#no one in my house would eat it#I'm going to run away to a cottage in the forest and bake my own bread#and grow my own vegetables#I could make butter for my bread too#I could bring Belle#lol I know damn well I'd be in my cottage for a week before I'd be bored#but it's a nice thought rn idk
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[6:50] Jung Wooyoung (smut)
Pairing : Jung Wooyoung x F! Reader
Warnings : Punishment, Dom wooyoung, bondage kink, daddy kink, bulge kink, breeding kink (believe me, my man has the biggest breeding kink), spanking (it shall not be a surprise anymore). MINORS DNI.
#20 : "You're not going out dressed like that."
Requested by : @whatudowhennooneseesyou
You were currently getting ready to go out with your friends. You were going out to a club, so you wore your most tight black dress. You left your hair free for the night. Wooyoung walked into your shared bedroom, playing on his phone.
He didn't notice your dress, as he was too into playing his stupid game. You were pissed off by him after the argument you had yesterday, and both of you didn't speak to each other properly from the morning.
But when Wooyoung noticed your outfit, he furrowed his eyebrows, "Where are you going, princess?" You just rolled your eyes and did not respond to him. You were too pissed off at him to answer, first he acts like a jerk and now interrogates you about what you were gonna do.
Sighing, Wooyoung stood up and walked behind you and places his hands on your hips. "Stop being so petty, princess. I asked you a question, didn't I?" His low dominant tone made chills run down your spine but you did decide to respond.
"I'm going to a club with my friends." Wooyoung's grip on your hips, tightened as he let out a long sigh. "Don't tell me this is your way of getting back at me for not paying attention to you." You rolled your eyes at him making Wooyoung clench his jaw.
"Give me that look one more time and I'll bend you over this table." You turned around and slightly pushed and looked at him. "Oh really, I Don't fucking care" You were about to walk away when Wooyoung's strong pair of arms pulled you back and he pinned you against the table, "You're definitely not going out dressed like that"
You were offended when he said that, "I don't give a shit Wooyoung. You can't tell me what to do." You definitely pissed him off now. His hands grabbed your ass harshly making you let out a moan. "Do not get on my nerves princess. I bet you haven't worn anything inside, have you?" Your cheeks heated up, embarrassed for being exposed like that.
Wooyoung pressed his lips on yours, harshly, making you let out a soft moan. The make out session was harsh as he bit on your lower lip almost drawing blood. He carried you to your bed and threw you on the bed before bringing out the handcuffs from the side drawer. After getting the handcuffs, Wooyoung hovered over you as he smirked at your state. He quickly cuffed your hands and aggressively kissed you.
His hands travelled down to exposed thighs as they roughly pinched your inner thigh. And soon, Wooyoung pulled the dress off of you, hastily, too impatient. Wooyoung flipped you onto your stomach and gave you a harsh spank on your ass.
His hands groped your ass as he leaned in to whisper, "Such a fucking tease you are princess. You wanted this didn't you? You wanted daddy to manhandle you so badly didn't you?" "Y-yes" You got startled by a harsh spank that was delivered on your ass making you let out a loud moan as you heard him tsk behind you.
"Yes What?" "Y-yes Daddy." "Good girl. Now where were we?" You let out a moan when you felt his lips sucking on the flesh of your neck. Your hands grabbed the sheets as the handcuffs rattled against each other. "D-daddy, pleasee w-want your cock." You begged for him as his hands came down to your thighs to keep them in place.
"Oh really? You think you deserve my cock princess? After you teased me and talked back to me?" You let out a louder whine when you heard him say that, his lips still on your neck. "Daddy, 'm sorry, please want your cock."
"Beg for me princess. Earn it like a good little slut." Saying that, Wooyoung soon took off his clothes and his boxers, making his cock sprung out and hit against his abdomen. You saw the action through Your side eye as Your mouth watered at the view.
"Please, Daddy. Want your cock, want to be your good slut. P-please." Hearing the desperation in your tone, Wooyoung's dick twitched as he smirked at your state. Not being patient enough to prep you, Wooyoung grabbed the lube from the drawer next to the bed.
After applying the lube, he gave your bum a slap making you raise your ass in the air for. Ready for him to devour you. Wooyoung smirked at your desperation as his hands quickly held your hips in place as he slowly entered. You moaned at the feeling of being filled so much as your eyes rolled back.
After being fully in, Wooyoung put a hand on your abdomen and pressed his hand down, feeling himself inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you let out loud moans at that. "Already fucked dumb? Just from feeling me in your stomach. So pathetic." Wooyoung mocked you.
Wooyoung slowly pulled out to slam himself inside you at a very harsh pace. Your vocal chords almost gave up from the way you screamed. Wooyoung had a smug smile on his face as he fastened his pace. He felt your orgasm burst as you came all over his cock.
He felt his own orgasm nearing making him thrust in an animalistic pace. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long princess, I'm gonna cum inside your tight pussy" You clenched around him at that thought, making him let out a chuckle.
"You like that idea don't you? Me, stuffing you full of my cum. You would look so cute, princess, with your belly all round and big. Want me to put babies in you princess?" The thought made you closer to your second orgasm which didn't go unnoticed by Wooyoung. Your hands were now bruised because of how much you kept moving it as you felt yourself nearing a second orgasm.
Wooyoung's thrusts slowed down a little as you both came at the same time, ropes of cum painting your walls. You saw stars because of the orgasm you just had. Wooyoung slowly pulled out of you as your mixed juices leaked out of you.
Wooyoung grabbed the nearest towel and cleaned both of you and wore new clean clothes and dressed you in one of his shirts. You smiled after being comfortable in his arms, and buried your head in his chest after giving him a peck on his lips. "I love you so much" Wooyoung said as he too drifted off to his Dreamland.
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Damn that didn't come out that good but It sure made me too horny🥲. Anyway guys, this will be my last post as I will be going on a hiatus from tmrw. But the Hardhours will always be open.
-Jeong Aera
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I Like The Hurt
Aki/GN Reader
Notes: mommy kink, cbt, handjobs, 0.7k
☞. . . Down horrendous
Aki doesn’t want to think anymore. Everything is always too much. So that’s why he’s so happy when you push him onto his back and tell him you’ll do the thinking for him, that all he needs to do is follow orders like a good puppy. And you always deliver, breaking him apart so tenderly just to put him back together and do it all over again.
Your finger traces under his cock, gently stroking over the bulging vein and the folds of his foreskin. Carefully, you use your fingers to push it down, easing the head of his cock out and rubbing your thumb over his exposed slit.
“Mommy,” Aki gasps, clutching onto the pillows behind his head. “Shh, don’t worry, Aki, mommy will take care of you.” You calm him and rile him back up at the same time; speaking sweet hushed words as you gently, teasingly, play with his weeping cock.
He swallows and nods, licking his dry lips. “Thank you, thank you, mommy,” he whispers, ever a good boy as he widens his legs for you.
“Look at you, all pretty and swollen for me. I bet it hurts, huh?” You flick his balls and he flinches.
“I…I like when it hurts.” His blue eyes are watery, framed by long, dewy lashes. “I like when mama hurts me there.” He says quietly, like it’s a terrible thing to confess.
“I know, baby, I know. You don’t need to be a big tough man around me, I know that all you want is for mommy to make you hurt good, don’t you?”
He nods, quickly. “Yes, yes, that’s what I want, please.”
You let your hand fall to his swollen balls, fingers oh so carefully going to cradle them. You tease the idea of squeezing, testing how you could crush them. Aki shifts his hips in anticipation, staring down at you with wide eyes, pleading without his voice.
So, you squeeze. And you squeeze hard. Aki yelps, toes curling and eyes rolling back.
“You don’t need these, do you? No, you don’t need those little balls of yours, not when you have such a pretty ass for me to fuck.” You grip them tight and twist, watching the flesh turn red and angry.
Aki shakes his head, eyebrows turned upwards. “I don’t, I don’t,” he whimpers, looking down to watch his cock drip on his belly when you crush his balls in your hand. “I don’t need them- I’m just mommy’s hole, please, pleaseplease,”
He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but he makes an embarrassing squeal when you grab his dick in your other hand and start pumping him roughly.
“My dumb boy, my sweet, thoughtless little man, doesn’t it feel good?” He nods, eyelashes fluttering as you dig your nail into the squishy head. “S-so good, so good.”
“I bet it does, I bet my baby wants to cum, doesn’t he?” You flick your wrist on your next stroke, gliding your palm over the leaking head of his dick. Aki starts curling his legs up to his heaving chest, hugging himself from the intensity of it all. “Please,” he almost sobs.
“Please, what?” You scrape your fingers against his taint.
His entire body lurches, cock jumping in your hand and balls trying to draw up. “Please, mommy!”
Your lips stretch into a wide smile and you press your fingers firmly against his taint, stimulating his prostate externally. You watch Aki’s eyes roll into the back of his head, his jaw slack and legs kicking out. You can’t even say his permission before he cums, dirtying your hands and his thighs, splattering up to his gut. It’s a silent scream as opposed to the lovely sounds he was making before, but it’s truly perfect nonetheless.
You stroke him through his orgasm, your grip slack and gentle, apologetically massaging his sac. “Good baby, good boy.”
“M’sorry,” he slurs, still submerged in that fuzzy headspace. “I’m sorry, mama, I didn’t wait.” He sadly croons.
You clean your hands and his thighs off with a rag, hushing him sweetly. “No, you did so good, I wanted you to come apart for me.” You set the rag aside and crawl over him, leaning down to kiss him.
He reciprocates eagerly, albeit with a taste of exhaustion. Your teeth catch on his bottom lip when you pull away, giving his skin a teasing drag. Aki whimpers lowly, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mommy will always be here to take care of you, Aki. I love you.”
He presses his sweaty face to the crook of your neck, burying himself in your scent. “I love you too, mama..”
#aki#spicy#sub chainsaw man#sub csm#dom reader#this is like paced really fast#but I have so much brainrot and no one to ramble about with#well. fishy does but he knows jackshit about Aki
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