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Ellie Williams x f!reader
Summary: Its new year and you’re getting ready to the party and Ellie just want some affection 😟💗.
Warnings: None! Just fluffy fluffy fluffy! 🤲
An: Hii! This is my first write, its very short but i think I’ll get better ❤️🩹 sorry for any dumb mistake, im still learning english!
Today we have the new year’s party on Jackson, you’re on your room getting ready, putting some makeup while you listen to some music. Suddenly someone knocks the door, you assume that is Ellie. You go to the front door and open it.
“Heyy!” You smile while Ellie enters and give you a hug and a soft peck on your lips.
“Woww somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good.” She giggles and you rolls your eyes.
“Shut up…im not even ready…and you’re too early! What happened? Did your watch work today?” You joke with her while you sit back on your chair to finish your makeup and she sits on your bed, watching you.
She rolls her eyes and continues to stare at you “a girl can’t come early to watch her girlfriend get ready?” She tease. She was so pretty, in her own way.
Now you’re doing the last thing, red lipstick, you’re too concentrate to notice Ellie coming behind you, she wraps her arms around you, kissing your neck and smelling your sweet perfume.
“Hmm god…you’re so pretty, i think you’ll kill me some day” she mumble making you giggle.
“Oh really?” You say now looking at her through the mirror with a smile.
“Really…” She say approaching her lips to yours, but before touching it, you move away “heyy!!” She furrows her eyebrows.
“Im with lipgloss babe!” You giggle looking at her knowing that she hates the sticky feeling that the lipgloss lets on her lips.
“Ugh but i kinda don’t care right now, because…” She looks at you up and down “Jeez you look so hot” she smiles and quickly peck your lips.
You giggle seeing her lips with a red tone “yeahh…now you’re looking like me…” You say and turns her head to look at herself on the mirror to her see that she has some lipstick.
“I kinda want to stay here tonight…are you sure that you really want to go to the party?” She says playfully and rests her chin on your shoulder, making you laugh.
“Ellie its new year! Of course we’ll go!” You give a little pat on her arm.
“Outch! Okay okay!” She chuckle “god…you really hate me, don’t you?” She say now facing you, looking at your eyes and lips.
“A lot…” you giggle and not allowing Ellie to kiss you again, you pulls her to the front door to finally go to the party.
#ellie williams#tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie tlou#happy new year#ellie x you#ellie fluff#ellie x y/n#loser ellie#im in love w ellie williams
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I was wondering if maybe you would be able to write a story where Steve gets super jealous of one of your guy friends and steve acts super weird and clingy throughout the day and super horny and then the second you get home he fucks her raw 😘
I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😆
ofc i had to do eddie with this. this has not been proofread at all and its like 1 am but I wanted to get something out for you guys cause I lovveeddd writing this! this is smut so minors please dni <3 go have a snack and come back another day!
cw: smut, jealousy (not triggering/toxic), enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v sex , mild daddy kink, an exorbitant amount of praise, slightly perv!eddie, overall fluffy happy smut <3 remember to stay safe and don't force yourself to read something that makes you upset or uncomfortable, that goes for everything on this website! enjoy loves <3
it's movie night! but… steve has not been having a good night. you're so oblivious. utterly oblivious to how much eddie is flirting with you. you don't even notice, guys don't usually flirt with you, so why would eddie? and he knows you love steve. he's having so much fun with it, teasing looks thrown at steve while you keep talking to him. usually, steve wouldn't get too jealous, but he knew eddie. and he knew eddie had a crush on you before. every ounce of reasoning leaving his body, replaced by the primal urge to claim. eddie knew what he was doing. he knew that you didn't want him, but in his mind he was doing you a favor, making sure you get fucked real good tonight.
steve comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist. pulling you into his side. “cmon babygirl, time to go. you’re tired baby.” and you just assume that you looked tired, steve was always good at sensing things before you.
a wave of your hand directed towards the rest of the small gathering in the living room as you ascend up the stairs to his bedroom. pulling you in and carrying you to the bed, ripping the cotton panties you had on under your nightgown. climbing over top of you.
a gasp, “- steve, steve?”
“youre mine baby, right?”
“yes im yours steve im yours,”
“can i show you? can i show you youre mine?”
“yeah, yeah, yes please”
and hes moving you to have your head hanging off the side of the bed. kissing your lips and then you’re forehead before bringing your hair together in a makeshift-ponytail. excitement buzzing in you when you hear the zipper of his jeans come undone, the denim disregarded.
“you wanna open your mouth for me babydoll?”
and you do. immediately. opening as wide as you can and relaxing your throat as much as you could.
“good girl, beautiful.” he cooed, “you know what to do if you need me to stop, right baby?”
you tapped on his thigh three times, signaling that you knew what to do. eyes still glassy and blown out from his dominance as he leans down to kiss your forehead.
“love you, sweet girl,” stroking your face with one hand, while taking his cock out with the other. big and heavy, flushed near the tip. a vein on the bottom protruding slightly. tapping it lightly onto your tongue before you start suckling on his tip. he's panting and pulling your shirt up over your tits while you work your skirt off.
“fuck- you want more honey?” and you open your mouth wider for him almost instinctively. “good girl, my pretty little thing.” pushing his cock further into your mouth till it hits your throat, allowing you to position yourself in a way that's comfortable for you. “love you so much baby, you're mine. fuck- just mine, yeah?” panting as he rocks in and out of your mouth. your face flushed and lightheaded. fucked dumb and he hasn't even touched you.
that is until he leans over you, still pushing himself inside your mouth, spit drooling down his cock to his balls. and presses two fingers to your clit. moaning around his cock and making him twitch.
he pulls out slightly so that you have room to breathe when you need to, only taking half of him. before leaning down and gripping your hips. lifting them up and to his face. kissing your pretty pussy that was all his. licking and sucking your clit while you mewled around his dick. pushing him to the edge with your pretty moans.
his tongue leaves your clit, pulling away to come back to your face.
“im gonna cum now and then ill fuck you baby, okay? is that okay? you gonna let me make love to you?”
“yesdaddyyesdaddy” nodding frantically, fucked out and just ready for him to cum on you.
“good girl, get on your knees for me baby.” throwing a pillow to the ground before helping you situate yourself in front of him. eye level with his pelvis. “love you so much, my girl…my girl.” looking down at you adoringly, a sweet smile on his face while you take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head. He's panting and fucking his hips into you while you suck him off. “fuck yeah baby, keep going, ‘m gonna cum, love.”
with a few more thrusts he was gone, pulling out and releasing all over your face and tongue. leaning down to kiss you before reaching to his bedside table and grabbing a tissue to wipe your face with. situating you on the bed once he has your face all “clean” . your poor legs shaking from anticipation. steve almost never asks for blowjobs, and when he does, he always makes you feel really good after.
his face hovering over yours’ “good job babydoll, you did so good, that was amazing. you want me inside you honey?”
“yes please”
“okay babydoll, relax for me” pushing his half-hard cock into your cunt. wet and warm around him. moaning when you felt his cock harden in your cunt. taking his kisses graciously as he started to fuck you, holding your thighs on either side of him. fucking you nice and slow, sensually and romantically. pace picking up slowly. he leans down to take your hand off your mouth.
“i want you to be loud for me baby. let them know you're mine. let em know who can make you do this, who can make you cum like this.” his cock still drilling into you. wet sounds and skin slapping filling the room. grinding his hips down on your clit till your legs are shaking and he's cooing at you. “need to cum babydoll? you gonna cum for me? cmon honey. daddy wants you to cum baby.” you're both grinding into each other before his hand comes down to your clit and rubs small circles into it while he fucks you. pushing you to the edge. a moan almost as loud as a scream falls out of your mouth. your orgasm has you floating, making your cunt contract around him, legs shaking and breath heaving. feeling steves warm cum fill you up shortly after.
claimed. his.
of course, steve flips you over and onto his lap, pressing your back to his chest and rubbing your thighs to calm you down a little bit. before sliding two fingers inside you. palming your clit while he spreads a mixture of your cum over you. your back arched and once again almost screaming, this time from overstimulation.
“ahh- hurts daddy hurts,, thank you thank you thank you”
“shhh, don't have to thank me honey, relax your pretty head baby, let it be empty.” and guides your head back and onto his shoulder. trusting that steve will take care of you. completely blissed out and relaxed. unconscious moans leaving your lips. turning into whines quickly when his rhythm became faster and steadier.
“stevie, gonna cum, ‘m close,”
“shhh, let it go baby, cum for me. good girl.”
riding out your high by grinding up into his palm. whimpers and moans becoming softer and softer till you're falling onto his chest. head still a little empty.
“‘m yours ,stevie”
“and im yours, lovey”
#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington fluff#steve smut#steve h smut#st smut#steve x reader#steve x you#stranger things#stevie
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i knew you were trouble
jungwon x reader
genre : fluff, enemies to lovers (kind of), jungwon bad boy typa guy, fluff, college au.
synopsis : you knew who he was, yet you still allowed yourself to be drifted right onto him by his charisma, but he felt so much more.
warnings : possible chance of reader throwing their phones😁...
it was yet another day, walking around the campus just right before your first lecture. sitting on the bench nearby mainly because the the campus is huge and you had to walk everywhere.
and there he was, yang jungwon. he was barely early so it was slightly surprising, he was going to school early these days.
he had a huge reputation, he wasn't just popular for his looks and his sports activities. but he was also favored by professors for his intellect and family status. and as to local girl information he had a lot of pst relationship.
it will either be the girl got really obsessed with him or he got a small crush, at least he wasn't heartless at all. but you knew more, you knew he was trouble.
you shouldn't be starting to develop feelings. so the best thing to resort is to walk away and ignore. like you are right now, avoiding his presence.
you wouldn't know but at that moment he stared at your figure walk away. class started soon as you sat on the third row.
and there he was yet again entering the room scanning the room as he always do, the other girls gushing, the others not really caring, and you rather look like the last one.
you sat silently starting to resume the book you were reading, the seat next to you shifted— you were fucked.
you ignored everything that could relate to him, it was hard especially when he was beside you, every pen drop, fake coughs and chair shiftings.
and alas after an hour you survived. not until you went out and had an embarrassing length of eye contact with him.
you just scoffed and walked away. this was not the way to go.
you attended your classes for the rest of the morning, and finally sprinting to the park benches where you and your best friends always had lunch.
"oh my fucking god, its like he's everywhere, and it makes me think he's following me but his face actually pops out from nowhere and its making me DELUSIONAL!" you screamed at your friend as you dropped your bag beside the leg of the table.
"mygod slow down.." nayeon muttered with her mouth full.
"make a move already im bored" yuna said stabbing the sushi and eating it.
"its not that easy" you whined lying your head on the table. "are you even aware of who we are talking about? the yang jungwon, a womanizer"
"then why do you like him if you knew that he got with a lot of people" nayeon said scrolling through her phone now.
"this is not helping" you cried opening the lunch box your friends bought you.
it got even worse when he indeed was about to pass through your table, he never goes here, what's the reason now?
you continued to eat keeping your cool, there was no way he would go there to your table.... your luck has ran out.
"hey do you guys have notes for biology that i could borrow?" he asked, you could feel his figure looming above you.
"uhm i think y/n has some, me and yuna doesn't attend biology" nayeon replied. you looked up seeing him facing you.
"i dont take notes" you said a little too blunt.
"oh." it took him a few seconds until he walked away.
"what was that for? are you DUMB??" yuna exclaimed. it was indeed strange to just turn down someone like that quite harsh.
"i'm practicing self control" thanking yourself in the process of hopelessly falling into a pit of emotions towards him.
"guys theres a party in jay's penthouse tomorrow night, we should go" nayeon suggested.
"it's friday why not" you shrugged. packing up to leave for your afternoon classes.
friday.
you once again walked through the halls with tall pillars, people scurrying to study for their finals, but one unnatural sight was held right in front of the campus.
jungwon's group themselves handing out papers to girls. you wanted to know what it was, probably a school event?
you finally walked close enough to them sneaking at the bold letters which said "the official girlfriend application" and you wouldn't miss the litte text below it "for lee heeseung"
it was for the oldest member of the group, now you see the pattern of people they're handing it out too, for seniors but who looks like would fit him, they were also hand out to some lower levels but that was mostly it.
you were about to pass not wanting to miss your class until a sheet of paper was closely shoved to your face stopping you from getting away.
an arm holding "it" out to your face, it was jake sim's, holding it out to you with a smile.
you were actually considering of taking it, but you were seconds too late to react, when you faced jake he was beside jungwon who quickly took it from his hands.
"hey man what was that for" his accent strongly used. you were quick to get of the trance hurrying to your class' door.
all you could think of whole day long was getting out somewhere and have a environmental reset, you needed a change of place— environment, it would be therapeutic and will recharge your social battery and your energy.
when dismissal was granted you were quickly out the door rushing to your dorm, needing a long long nap.
as you did it went from 5 pm to 7 in a matter of your blackout. not to mention how you are violently shook by your friend/ roommate who will soon end up six feet under when you figure out this unacceptable ptable disturbance to your precious sleep.
"what?" you said as your other eye still closed being tubbed by your hand for the adjustment of light.
"THE PARTY??" yuna stated with a "duh?" voice.
"oh right. that was today..." you said trailing off thinking wether you should give in to sleep or socialize.
"HEY??" yuna exclaimed.
"fine give me 10 minutes" and as short of a period of time that sounds.... you really did not finish in it. took you at least 20 more minutes to pick an outfit.
you took a cab easily reaching a tall building. you went in the elevator took you to the highest floor.
you opened the door easily welcomed with a big interior and a shit-ton of people. as you gaze through out the place you had two thoughts that came in mind; a. date jay , b. rob him. and there was a very thin line between those two.
you sat at the kitchen counter tapping your fingers upon the marble sucking a breath realizing your friend won't be reuniting with you anytime soon.
you stood up and opened the glossy noir fridge, taking one of the sodas as you sat down on your previous seat.
"not a fan of party punches huh?" a voice approached you. looking over it was heeseung smiling. he sat down settling beside you.
"i dont really know what's in it so i cant trust it" you chuckled answering him.
"well for some people it's exciting" he chuckled, silence slowly filling in, you had company.
"so do you want to dance with me?" he smiled at you, he was very charming, but you could notice that he was hiding his timidness and with alcohol courage.
but that wasn't the point... should you go dance with him?
"i-" you were cut off by a person shoving a cup into the table between you and heeseung.
"would you like to go and dance with me?" jungwon asked.
confusion struck over you, you felt the need to go. something deep within you sparked acknowledging how he asked you, was he jealous?
"uhm i think i have to go find my friends first" you chuckled in a troubled note.
you stood off your chair, it was moments like this that makes you want to stay and give in. you were so dazed lost on how he charms you.
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after 15 minutes and 9 laps all around the penthouse your friends weren't in sight. you sighed deciding that you should just go home.
you took your coat and purse exciting the chaos of the wild crowd. walking out you finally had a whiff of clean air thats not polluted with sweat and alcohol.
you headed to the elevator while looking for your phone on your purse, a light click was heard. you dropped the keys for your dorm.
you picked it up noticing a pair of feet displayed in front of you. you looked up and once again as if fate laced you two together, he stood in front of you.
"d-did i say something wrong?" he said, he looked upset.
"what?" you asked confused.
"well, for one you walked out on me when i asked you for a dance"
"oh, i really just had to find my friends you know?" you said trying to make the mood light.
"no, i don't know , i'm not the most patient person... so why are you turning down my every move on you?" he said confused.
"you-?"
"i like you, i know i don't have the best dating history, but i've stopped for these past few months because—" he said pausing.
"i know the type of person you are and i wanna change for you.." he stated.
you stood up shocked. you opened your mouth forcing out something but all that left was air, soon closing your mouth you were speechless.
"do you perhaps don't like me? do you hate me?" he questioned with a hurt look.
it takes more than words.
you leaped over to his figure securing your arms around his neck kissing him. he was frozen, soon giggling into the kiss as he reciprocated the affection.
he placed his arms on your waist dragging your figure to the door opposite of the huge party, not accepting a second of relief in accepting air.
he quickly placed your back softly on the wall as he shifts his lips to kiss you better, wishing you would both collide.
you place your hand on his chest finally breathing heavily.
your eyes met as you both broke into small giggles, adoration.
"i belong with you" he proudly said.
— end —
after weeks of procrastinating to finish this i have finally posted it😭 requests and asks now open !
#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen#kim sunoo imagines#lee heeseung oneshot#nishimura riki imagines#park jongseong imagines#park sunghoon imagines#sim jake imagines#yang jungwon#lee heeseung imagines#yang jungwon imagines#yang jungwon x reader
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howdy! "self aware pkmn masters ex team leaders" gal here, and i just wanted to say that i LOVED your additions to my post! i actually came up with a few of my own in the meantime, and i just wanted to share with ya (not a request, dw):
Ghetsis: after Old Man Plasma is done "rebelling" against your control, you start noticing that he grows.. more attached, in a way. he greets you more whenever you log into the game, and gives you a lecture on "leaving him hanging dry" if you don't log in for some time, whether it being real life stuff and whatnot. he DOES see you as some "deity" in a way, but he cannot afford the disapproval that you might give him if you don't like his offerings for you. what if you end up dropping him from your team entirely? what if you kick him from the trainer lodge? what if you forced him to fight alongside N???? oh, the pain and humiliation! and while he DOES see you as a fitting ruler for Team Plasma, he also unfortunately knows that you don't trust him for shit. and he DOES 'attempt' to be honest and not manipulative for once, but the app's code is holding him by the collar. but becoming plasma's ruler is a standing invitation, so he'll wait as long as he wants.
Giovanni: ah, gio. good ol Mr. "My Entire Team Dies To Grass And Water And Ice". he strangely became more lax and laid back after discovering his self awareness, and he grew more attached to you; mainly because you're the only person who seems to know about him more than he does about himself. oh, you just so happened to mention silver one time? well, now you got giovanni wondering if he can repair his doomed-from-the-start relationship with his son. but his interest peaks when you mention the pokemon anime, and like the Cunning Narcissistic Old Man he is, he wonders how HE is portrayed. luckily, he wasn't butchered too hard. but when you bring up jessie, james, and meowth? boy, he goes into total Angy mode. he rants about how incompetent they are, and how he allowed them to even be in the team to begin with. and he DOES get in character, which is a bit surprising for someone who just discovered his existence is a sham. and expect him to refer to himself as "Vanni" or "Gio", since he heard you call him that when you first got him and it just sorta stuck, yknow?
Maxie & Archie: just as before, Mr. Magma Man and Mr. Sea Pirate remained the same, but expect to see yourself get pulled into their dumb debates and arguments now that they consider you close enough to be a Team Magma/Aqua admin. you can just log in once and maxie will greet you at the pokecenter and be like "ah, (player). i need your opinion on something. you see, archie said that kyogre is the best legendary, but i beg to differ. im asking you because you are the only smart person i can rely on around here.." or archie just going on a 15 minute rant to you about how groudon sucks dookie and that maxie is a man child (they're still besties, dw) that needs to study the SEAS and not (in his words) "STUPID ITTY BITTY ROCKS". you're practically their closest thing to a friend, and that says a lot.
Cyrus: he gets quite curious about your world. you tell him about all the little things, from the blooming of flowers to space discoveries, and he feels like his third, nonexistent eye has been opened. he was already so focused on destroying a universe and creating one dull of emotions that he forgot to see the REAL beauty of what lies beyond. while he physically can't use palkia or dialga to do what he wanted in platinum, expect to see him go full fanboy mode over your world, your town, anything surrounding you. its almost adorable, even when he just has a -_- face the entire time. if he could be more expressive, you bet your ass he would be smiling rainbows at that point.
🥺🥺😭
These are so good
They all grow somewhat attached to you. You are the small bit of sanity they can grasp onto nowadays. Hearing you lets them relax.
Meanwhile, you get to learn about their lives, how Pasio is doing.
It’s strange. When you are offline, theres so much going ok, yet not at all. Not enough for anything major, but enough for it to seem like the place must be alive when you aren’t looking.
Even the bosses have recognized this. How odd it is.
They all grow so attached. If you end up not logging in for a while, you even start getting notifications from the app.
‘Are you there?’
‘Are you alright?’
‘What happened?’
Much to your surprise, they found out how to communicate through your notifications. They often fight who gets to even do so.
Most of them would never admit they are attached, but they all grow concerned regardless.
Archie and Maxie would probably be the only ones to openly admit they were worried. They definitely see you more as a friend, not just a potentially god like entity.
#self aware au#self aware pokemon#self aware pokemon masters#zed.talks#ask#anon#self aware bosses ♥️
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idk i urge you all to please please be kinder to yourself and your brain and your interests idk. i know that in this day and age we have to be critical of our interests but you can Do that and still be able to admit that You think this thing is fun and cool. maybe its got some writing issues or maybe its got a funky fresh different format or media type, maybe its a youtube series or a podcast or whatever that isnt your typical netflix tv show or book but its still Your thing and if you love it then no amount of like . societal pressure should be allowed to rob you of that enjoyment or make you feel ashamed to have an interest that isnt a Common or Typical fandom because there is a very very broad wide world of content out there. you shouldnt have to like open every conversation about your special interest/interest with 'this is the worst piece of media alive i hate that im into it please never watch the things i enjoy because you'll fucking hate it' (in a deadly serious way not like the silly way)
idk . what happened to whimsy. what happened to sillyfun. what happened to showing people that you're excited about things. maybe its not for them, maybe it Is badly written. but thats still Your thing and the more you tell other people that its dumb and horrible the more you condition yourself that you have to feel ashamed that your brain has latched onto it and wont let go. you condition yourself that you need to isolate yourself in your passion and that no one else is ever going to share it because you like something Horrible and grueling and frustrating and you have to tell everyone that. disclaimer, you say: this is the worst thing ever even though i love it so you shouldnt put yourself through it. because i just know you're going to hate it and you're going to think im cringe and stupid for still kind of liking it. but they might love it, or at least give it a try Just for you. Thats Love.
the more you ridicule your brain for latching onto the 'dumb' stuff and being genuinely interested in it .. the more you feel ashamed that you want to infodump about it and in the same breath feel like you have to warn people to never touch your interest with a ten foot pole. maybe they Want to indulge maybe they want to understand what you talk about. maybe they will Agree with you over those Plot Holes and Writing Things and you can talk about it idk. be nicer to your brain. let yourself have a Thing that you feel ecstatic to talk about and analyse and make art about. tell your friends you're having fun. doesnt matter if its silly or theres errors. sure you might be cringe but you are free.
#obviously discarding like. genuinely Not Okay media/irl people#obviously excluding problematic media that goes beyond like. 'a little bit weird or funky or badly written in places'#there is a Big difference between those things#there are essays to be written of the state of minecraft fandoms post-You Know What. but thats another conversation altogether tbh#in general i just wish people were kinder to themselves about liking things. no shame
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*paws you gently*
DNI ☆ minors/abdl/sissy blogs. maps/pedos/terfs, its on sight
! I WILL BLOCK IF UR AGE ISNT LISTED !
THE DOG ☆ puppy (it/its/them), 20. not a person, a dog! weird white goth nonbinary/autigender/idk but it doesnt fall into a binary assignment + loves being a trans freak! queer + into everyone in the t4t way (cishets there is just about nothing for you here.) im very autistic so please be patient with puppy ^^ it writes in both first and third person :3
☆ uncollared virgin ; sub in my puppy dreams that i put here but more dominant in practice ... tmblr is not my main form of media and i am very forgetful so i might abandon this blog accidentally </3
— blog functionings (msgs, asks, tags)
DMs ☆ open, but it's likely i'll only respond to mutuals
ASKS ☆ [#dogtorasks] open and anon allowed. come say hi to puppy!!!!
TAGS ☆ #dogtor barks for general dogblogging, #pawndering for writing/pupposting/etc, #puppy brain for most rbs, #intradognothing for shitposts, ocdposting as #ocd
☆ more about puppy & nsft under the cut ☆
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☆ its non filthy interests include video games, manga, and art :3 it has a lot of interests but this blog is almost exclusively for dogposting
☆ i prefer neutral terms for myself but am also fine with masc ones! feel free to bark filthy names at me in my asks because i can and will start wagging
puppy terms:
chest, tits ; cunt, puppycunt, hole
no fem terms/words, i much prefer being called a dogfag/stupid fag/dumb puppy/etc. rather than gendered terms though :3
puppy likes, in no specific order:
pupplay (gestures vaguely at the blog)
breeding (NOT pregnancy)
praise, degradation/humiliation, begging
pain, bondage + marking (receiving)
dumbification, corruption [#dollposting]
monsterfucking. i LOVE monsters [#monsterfucking + #vampirefucking]
hierophilia (priests, religious shame, angels/demons, etc)
do not bring these things near puppy:
scat/v-mit
inc-st/fauxc-st
feederism/weight kink
ageplay/raceplay/beastiality
transphobia/detrans/misgendering
#dogtor barks#dogtor asks#pawndering#puppy brain#intradognothing#monsterfucking#vampirefucking#dollposting
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Mera, i honestly dont know you put up and manage so many people asking you for stuff-
like today, ive only ever gotten one request (that i realised was a full on commission once i accepted) which i then spent atleast 3 HOURS on. not even to get paid T-T
so i just gotta say on behalf of the Mera crew, thank you so much for putting up with us and our shit.
Thanks I appreciate inte that. 🙇💗
I hope they weren't rude, that you still had fun, and that you learned something from it on how you want to proceed going forward with people requesting things from you.
I dont think people who approach me are shit or anything, it can be a little rude or disrespectful at times, but I boil that down to a few people. It's not the majority. Most people are nice and behave like they would if this had been in person.
I like drawing things, and it helps me fill my day with something.
Sure, It can be a little hurtful when people take advantage of that by just throwing a request/ptompt at me like they're putting paper into a copy machine, without consideration or empathy for me and my time.
Some people come in with the energy of "since you have the time you should do things for me, you're nobody without my attention, and if you don't appease me I'll be upset and think you're a selfish bum." Which is, yknow, unpleasant to put it mildly.
Like, sure, I've put myself here. I post things online, and I like when people are interested in my work - who wouldn't be? I do think it's fun to take prompts. It gives me cause to be social and creative at the same time. But just because I'm willing and open for something doesn't mean it gives people an allowance to be entitled to demand things. They speak as though they have paid me enough with their approach alone.
Yes, I spend between 10min-5hours on pieces depending on if they're doodles, fully rendered pieces, or comics.
I think it is especially a bit entitled to go "I NEED PART TWO GIMME!!!!!!" Right after something like a comic, as though I didn't just finish something that took a while to make. It's not very empathetic.
But I don't take it to heart. People show who they are in their actions. I'm within my right to ignore, block, or politely decline. It doesn't serve me to sulk or get sad over people getting mad, calling me names, or get too pushy about what I should or shouldn't draw.
I understand its excitement, but please behave, yknow? You're not a toddler at the toy isle who hasn't developed a temperament resistance yet. Some people, I think, have an issue with instant gratification.
Have some respect in how you treat and speak with people online. The way you treat others reflects who you are.
If you wouldn't yell at someone irl to make you something, don't do it here either. I promise it doesn't reflect well on you, and I don't care that this is online and we are time zones apart; I will judge you. As will others.
You don't treat people like that.
And I won't let anyone treat me like that either. I've had enough of that in my life, and I'm tired of people calling me gullible and dumb for being polite and kind or giving people a benefit of doubt.
What I have is self-respect. It has taken me a lifetime to build it up, and I still wobble a little on whatever or not I can defend myself sometimes when people are mean. But nowadays, I can more confidently say, "You don't get to treat me like that. It hurts, and it is mean."
If you are the sort to take advantage of someone who is willing to do things for the fun of it, and who don't mind the effort it takes sometimes: then you are most unwelcome here and I host no guilt in removing you however I see fit.
But, like I said, the majority of people who approach me are friendly and level-headed, even when they're awkward or excited.
There is a difference between; "I need X so give me X!! Raarghargh Im going to die!!!" And "aaaa! I really enjoyed Z, if you have the time, I'd love to see more of Z!"
You know? <:T
Just food for thought I suppose.
I hope, though, that you keep doing right by yourself and don't let others discourage you.
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Your best American girl. Songfic because I actually hate myself guys
Cedric x Female!Hufflepuff reader
Warnings: Implied smut, death, reactions to death, mentions of puking and grief.
If I could, I'd be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
Arms wrapped gently around her stomach, his breath fanning on her neck as they laid. “Cedric??”
“Hm..?” He seemed tired.
“Do- do you think it’s a good idea?”
“Do I think what’s a good idea..?”
“T-The tournament?”
“..yeah I do..”
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of me
Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes narrowed as the dress hugged at her curves. “Fuck..” she sighed turning around her shoes laid ontop her bed. A few sharp knocks hit her door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Cedric!” She walked over opening the door.
“You look stunning.”
“I don’t feel stunning.” She frowned, his hands cupped her face.
“What can I do that’ll make you feel how you look?” Her face contorted into this dumb smile as she came up with an idea.
You're the sun, you've never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
He was let out boisterous laughter as she pressed kisses to his face, neck and chest. “Really?”
“Oh absolutely! Can’t have other girls taking a gander at what’s mine.” She giggled, her red lipstick smudged against his skin.
“Merlin’s beard aren’t you just a breath of fresh air.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.
“I’d hope so,” she purred.
Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds
As they stood outside the hall a few girls gasped and scowled as they walked past them, her hand firmly in his as he kissed behind her ear causing her to laugh.
“My love, I think it’s time we go in.” He hummed. The sounds of trumpets filled the silent air, her arm now hooked with his as they walked towards the door.
They were the first to start dancing, his hand on her waist, the other in her hand, one of her hands on his shoulder, spun and laughed, she was truly happy. In that moment nothing could change how she felt.
They shared a tender kiss at the end of their waltz.
“Y/n L/N, I love you.” He whispered.
“And I love you,” she whispered back.
Don't wait for me, I can't come
Warm lips pressed to her neck as hands tore at her dress, the sounds of his sharp breaths keeping her aware.
“Fuck you smell good.”
“Why thank you, it’s actually jasmine perfume.”
“I’ll have to buy you more of it.” His hands gripped her legs as they moved towards her bed, she was letting out squeals and giggles. His lips now on hers as they pulled each other closer. When they pulled away their faces were red and lips puffy. “Don’t you look pretty.” He cooed.
She bit down on her lip as he pressed kisses down her dress, she went for her zipper but he stopped her. “The dress stays on tonight.”
“Oh? Oh.”
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do
“You need me to do what?” Her face contorted in confusion.
“We need you to get into the black lake as you are..well the thing Cedric has to retrieve.”
“What if I drown!?”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know that, Headmaster Dumbledore?!”
“Because I won’t allow it.” He hissed.
“I bloody hate it here.”
“Watch your tongue.”
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl
The water was cold and icy before everything went black, the next thing she knew was awaking above the water, Cedric holding onto her. “Are you alright?” He stared at her with bewilderment.
“I’m- im okay, what about you!?” She was shaking due to the coldness.
“I’m okay! Let’s get onto the platform.” He swam with her towards the stands.
You're the one
They sat in the common room in their own little corner, his hand on her leg as they read a book together. “You smell nice, is that..honeysuckle?”
“It..it is. How’d you figure that out Ced?” She turned to him.
“I dunno, just a guess.” He winked.
You're all I ever wanted
His father raised his hand with him, a large maze behind them.
“Go Cedric!” She pumped her arm upwards just like him, he made a mini jog towards her leaning upwards as she bent down. “What is it that you require?”
“A kiss for good luck of course.” He watched as she rolled her eyes.
“Only for you.”
“Only for me.” A sly smile on his lips, her lips now pressed to his.
A release as she smiled “don’t die on me.”
“I don’t plan on it.” He winked running back to the rest of the champions.
I think I'll regret this
Two of the other champions are now back with the other students, Fluer and Viktor. Anxiety nipped at her heart and then suddenly in the blink of an eye the other two were back.
A smile on her lips as she whooped, the fanfare trumpets playing but.. something was wrong. Her brows furrowed as she took notice of Harry’s cries. “He’s back! He’s back!” She swore her heart stopped.
Cedric.. why wasn’t he moving..?
Her steps were careful as she walked down the stands. “..Cedric..?” His father was right behind her. “…Cedric.. a-answer me..?” Her voice was unsure as she got closer. He had no color to his once lively face.
“Tha-That’s my boy! My son!” Her mouth hung open as his father began to scream. “My boy!!” Her eyes wide as tears fell silently from her face.
No.
No no no.
No, he- he can’t be?
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I finally do
Screams tore at her body as things were tossed around her room she was gasping and crying. It didn’t feel real, like someone had gone through her and took everything, every organ, every touch and every word she wanted so badly to say but couldn’t. She was hunched over her bed.
“Please Y/N..” Professor Sprout held a comforting hand on her back as sobs wracked her body.
“No no no, I-I can’t I can’t.”
“But you have to..” she stared at her professor through tearful eyes.
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be the best American girl
Y/N sat, blankly staring at the ground as Dumbledore talked about Cedric, about his bravery, about his love, about how humble he was. She felt like puking in all honesty.
As if this wasn’t enough she could feel the stares of pity behind her. She furrowed her brows as she looked down.
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
His robe laid on her bed, the prefect badge she made him laid next to it. Tears filled her eyes as she held the robe close to her nose just to inhale what was left of his scent, tears leaving her face. “..come back..please…”
But I do, I think I do
#cedric diggory smut#cedric diggory#cedric diggori x reader angst#cedric diggory x reader#implied smut#angst#soulmates#right person not enough time#harry potter goblet of fire#yule ball#kiss stains#make out#Spotify
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ what i thought of sam and sebby when i first played stardew. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ sam
✮⋆˙ I like his vibe, being a musician seeing a character like that gave him some points. I liked his sweet kind personality. getting into his heart events changed my thoughts on him however..
๋࣭ ⭑⚝i really liked his two heart event it was cute seeing him jam out with his friends, and im a huge fan of the sam,abi,sebby friend group dynamic.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 3 heart event was really cute and it showed the dynamic between vincent and same which was cute. i dont have alot else to say about it
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 4 heart event however, i didnt like it. it feels childish, you earn 50 friendship points with him for basically lying which i find really dumb.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ if i thought the 4 heart event was childish the 6 was way more. he does a cool skate trick and lewis catches him doing it and is made about it cause its not allowed. if this led to making a skate park in the town i would enjoy it alot more.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ the 8 heart event was alot of fun i enjoyed it, it continues on the 2nd heart event and you get to see him, abi and sebby play their concert, my favorite sam heart event.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ yikes... we know how i feel about the childish sam heart events. if it wasnt for his mom walking in i would enjoy it alot more. but it felt really weird considering his most likely in his 20s
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ in conclusion i enjoy him at the beginning but after that im not a huge fan. he gives man child/himbo energy which im not the biggest fan of.
sebby
‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ok im going to have alot more bias cause hes emo and emo guys are like m type >_< i really like his vibe and his introvent nature
‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ his second heart event was anything special it didnt make me like him or dislike him more. i dont have alot to say about it.
‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅the 4 heart event i really like, cause you got to learn that he owns and drives a motorcycle which foreshadows the 10 heart event and marriage with him.
‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ the 6th heart event OMGGG I LOVE IT. you get to see him in his element and bond playing his favorite game with him which is cute to see and your bond with him is close enough for him to show you his game.
‧₊˚ ☾. the 8 heart event is so good after the 6th one. it again shows the closeness you are with him now he opens up and talks to you. another set up for later is a frog and if you marry him he has that frog in his room.
‧₊˚ ☾. OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS CUTSECNE. yes my emo motorcycle boy bias. he talks you on a ride to zuzu city and then he confesses his feelings for you and then a sweet kiss between you too. AHHHHHH MY BRAIN TURNED INTO MUSH AFTER THIS. I think you can see who i like better :p
‧₊˚ ☾.in conclusion, for sebby i like how its hard to get close but once you do its SO FUCKING CUTE.
if you have any recommendations for more things or fanfic to write lmk <333
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
My name is Ingo, warden of Sneasler, Lady of the Mo. I shall be very earnest in my writing, and as concise as my long-winded nature allows me to be: seeing the means through which your message has been relayed to me, I highly doubt of your existence.
If you were, indeed, a real person - not a ruse or a fabrication of sorts - I would pity the choice of your herald, as he has shown to be unreliable when expressing his honest intentions, witholding information about them or very plainly not stating them. As such, I cannot take his word as is.
I do not expect a response. If I do get one, my cautionsess will assume it is yet another trick; the work of your chosen messenger. If you do recieve these harsh words, I deeply apologize. I simply cannot risk raising hopes in this situation.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To who I doubt is my brother.
I am Emmet. I recieved the letter. I understand. I don’t trust my messenger either. I think he wrote your letter to trick me. He would have no reason to be so mean to himself, but I don’t know how his mind works. I don’t care. If he did write it he will read this and know I know. Maybe he’ll keep writing. I don’t care.
I miss my brother a lot and he knows, so he definitely will use that against me if he has some motive. It’s nice thinking he might actually keep his word and I’m writing to my brother. Not that nice that I’m being so rude after so much time.
Goodbye.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
If you do exist, I am sorry to hear about your brother. I hope your separated tracks will merge once again soon, and the two of you will be able to reunite into a single double-car train at your station at the end of the line. I wish you the best of luck.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you and bless your search.
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To who I doubt is my brother.
You’re very nice. Thank you.
I read the first letter again. I looked up Sneasler. It’s an extinct Pokémon from Sinnoh. So you would be in old Sinnoh. He’s told me as much. He said you’re a warden and you wrote that too. I still don’t think you’re real.
I don’t know what Palkia is. But thank you for that too.
Goodbye.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
Palkia is - if professor Laventon is right - what is called a ‘legendary’ Pokémon, personification of and ruling over space. The Pearl Clan has venerated them as theirour deity and creator of Hisui - the ‘old Sinnoh’ you speak of. I have heard rumors of a change in name for the region, in honor of its true creator deity, as its name (Sinnoh) and role were erroneously assigned to both Palkia and a sibling legendary of sort, Dialga ruler of time.
It saddens me to hear that my lady’s kind is no longer with you in the supposed future in which you live. She is very dear to me.
If it can help, though I am not sure of how it could, I still doubt of your existence as well.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To that motherfucker.
trains arrived in hisui in 1910 and hisuian sneasles were already turning from fighting to dark type by then you son of a bitch i fucking knew it you dumb fucker you think i cant open a damn history book? you said he didnt remember shit. you said he didnt remember shit but you know how we speak and you had to make it as close as possible and you forgot he couldnt have known trains were a thing by then. you almost got me because im used to it. well not anymore. dont ever talk to me ever again. slide another letter under my door and im going to burn it.
go to hell you fucking piece of shit.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
You seem exceptionally upset.
As I mentioned, your messenger is untrustworthy and prone to witholding important information. In this case, however, it has proved directly unhelpful to whatever goals he had if he wanted to manipulate you, and has put me in an equally embarassing situation.
I was the one to warn you of his words, wasn’t I? And while you immediately noticed how strange it would be for him to start off his fake correspondence with such a harsh judgement of himself, now that would be an easy way to explain the fallacy in his retelling: because he did not tell you the whole story, I, as the primary source he made up, would and could easily correct him.
So how can I assure you I am real, now that you have proof otherwise?
I know I am. I know I am writing these letters. I do not know to whom, if to Emmet or to nobody, mere pawn in a scheme I know nothing about, though I do hope at this point that you are real.
I do not remember my life as it was before Hisui, that much is true - I have no idea where I came from or if I had any family. But despite this, I still have managed to recall some things, minuscule memories: words of a vocabulary I can’t say I fully understand (since, as you noted, their subject hasn’t come to Hisui), a partner Pokémon which lead through the darkest night, something of machines which are hidden, a man with my likeness who I cared for. Is that you?
I don’t know what will become of this letter. I want to prove my existence but I have no way to do so. I don’t even know if I should trust your outburst as much as I want to believe it’s honest. I hope I’m I hope I a I
Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To to Ingo To who I hope is not a trick.
I burnt twenty-seven letters. He slid them under the door for a month. They were all copies of yours. He was worried I wouldn’t have read it. I read a copy first; then he gave me the original. He used completely different paper from yours. And he signed the number of the copy on the papers. That’s how I know they were twenty-seven.
His handwriting is nothing like yours. I forced him to write and he couldn’t do it. Not even if I didn’t look. So. I guess you are real.
I am terrified. If you are, I yelled at you. If you aren’t, I am getting manipulated. No win.
I need you to be real so badly you have no idea.
I put an image of me here. I’m not in uniform. So you know it’s not just a drawing over an image of you. If you look like that. We have solved the mystery.
Please be real.
Goodbye.
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To my brother
(the letter is covered in ink splotches that make it illegible, and half crumpled. A photograph from an extremely old portable photocamera is wrapped within it.)
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(the letter seems to have been heavily wet and later halphazardly left to dry up. Tearstains smudge every single word and make it illegible.)
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[Emmet laughed when he saw him in person. He laughed and started coughing to try and not cry. Ingo held his face in his hands and shouted that they were so alike and then burst into tears. Volo looked at them crumble on each other like a badly made house of cards and felt a little lighter.]
#pokémon#submas#submas ingo#submas emmet#pokemon volo#pokemon legends arceus#random writing#epistolary fic babeyyyy#it could definitely be longer. then again! what the hell would they talk about#volo has been living for a long time and thought man its fucked up i just did that to some guy#hes trying to make up for it like#honestly! genuinely! no second motive. none.#bbut of course. hes not trusted. and i mean. can you blame them#volo himself is like. yeah fair ive shamelessly lied and manipulated the people i knew and actively attempted to rewrite the world#hes trying tho! hes had a long time to think as i said
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Jade Harley, Roxy Lalonde
Act 6, page 6291-6297
JADE: excuse me but did you just "laugh your ass off" at me under your breath
ROXY: ummm
ROXY: yea
ROXY: maybe
JADE: :|
JADE: i fail to see what is so amusing
ROXY: u do
ROXY: seriously?
JADE: .....
JADE: ok i guess the situation is a little funny because of this absurd folder
JADE: and the fact that i woofed at you probably didnt help either
JADE: but im not here to share a good laugh over the old ladys sense of design or her penchant for scrapbooking!
JADE: i am here to make sure that you do as youre told
ROXY: ugh
JADE: now take the file and review your assignment
ROXY: i already looked at it
ROXY: its dumb and impossible and i aint cooperating w her regardless!
JADE: yes you will
ROXY: can we change the subject
JADE: no
ROXY: arent you jakes grandma
JADE: thats what he told me when we were pen pals
JADE: but i think its more accurate to say im his alternate universe biological daughter
ROXY: oh
ROXY: that clears that up then
JADE: yes, it does :p
JADE: now take the damn folder
ROXY: so alt grannydaughter english
ROXY: whyre u part dog + evil lookin
JADE: DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!!
ROXY: what
JADE: my surname is harley not english
JADE: but you may refer to me as jade, or ma'am if you are feeling especially nervous and deferential
JADE: which as it turns out is the way you should be feeling about me, ALWAYS >:B
ROXY: LOL!!!
JADE: lol WHAT
ROXY: jade i am in no way buying that ur normally this pompous and tyrannical
ROXY: the shtick rly doesnt suit you its so obvious
ROXY: why you doin the batterhags tacky bidding anyway
ROXY: she got you under an xtra terrestrial fish spell or
JADE: SILENCE!!!!!!
ROXY: OOF!
JADE: open the file
ROXY: mrphmmphumph
JADE: OPEN IT!
ROXY: fine :(
ROXY: ok i opened it
ROXY: hey look its the same shit as before
ROXY: im supposed to make this weird knobbly spike ball appear out of nothin
JADE: yes
ROXY: ok got it
ROXY: let me give it a shot then
ROXY: ...
ROXY: welp still impossible
ROXY: what now maam??
JADE: it is not impossible
ROXY: is 2
JADE: you are the rogue of void
JADE: dont you know what that means?
ROXY: i dunno
ROXY: means i can turn invisible and stuff?
ROXY: like the blonde in that crappy superhero quartet
JADE: it means a lot more than that
JADE: your true powers are more impressive than those of anyone else in your crappy quartet
JADE: in fact i would say they are almost as cool as mine >:)
ROXY: not sure the ability to make weird spikeballs outta nothin is all that cool tbh
JADE: not just spikeballs!
JADE: imagine that your title is roughly synonymous with "one who steals nothing"
JADE: what do you think it means to be able to steal nothing?
ROXY: it means
ROXY: im like a shitty cat burglar who sucks at her job?
JADE: WRONG
JADE: it means just the opposite
JADE: it means you can steal the essence of nothingness from something
JADE: you can rob nothingness from an idea if you put your mind to it
JADE: effectively allowing you to conjure virtually anything out of thin air
ROXY: omg
ROXY: u cant be serious
ROXY: that is way too much superpower 4 a dork like me 2 have
JADE: grrrrr...
ROXY: oh no
ROXY: pls dont growl @ me dogjade
ROXY: is legit frightening :(
JADE: im sorry, but your remarks of self deprecation made me very angry
JADE: once i was even more of a dork than you
JADE: but now i am one of the most powerful beings who has ever existed
JADE: i dont want to hear any whining about what you think you cant do
JADE: you are hereby under strict orders from myself and her condescension to "clam up" and conjure that orb, do you understand?
ROXY: so im just supposed to
ROXY: sit here and think about this ugly ball
ROXY: and twiddle my fingers or somethin
ROXY: ?
JADE: you tell me
JADE: space is my racket, not void
ROXY: maybe it would help if i knew what the dang thing WAS
ROXY: how am i supposed to steal the nonexistence from a concept when the concept only exists in my mind as "ugly ball"
JADE: its called the matriorb
JADE: it is the key to resurrecting the troll race
JADE: once you create it the empress will hatch it on an uninhabited planet located beyond the reach of her cruel employer
JADE: there her people will have another chance to thrive without the ever looming threat of extinction that comes with his influence
JADE: so you see roxy, there is nothing noble about refusing to help
JADE: once an entire alien race went extinct because of a terrible monster, and you can help give them a second chance
JADE: dont you want that?
ROXY: um
ROXY: in theory sure i guess
ROXY: but ur basically asking me to bring a lot of people back to life so they can be slaves to that witch
ROXY: u want me to help make all these fresh new trolls but then just turn em over to her? like here you go have fun SNORKELBITCH MEGAHITLER
ROXY: i do not actually think i wanna do that??
JADE: yes fair enough, but heres the other thing...
JADE: if you dont i am going to kill you
ROXY: oh noes
JADE: oh yesses!
JADE: a literal plurality of yesses
JADE: seeing as you are a god tier it is very likely you will come back to life
JADE: so i can just keep killing you over and over a different way each time
JADE: maybe i will disembowel you a few times
JADE: i will not even need to use my sharp doggy teeth!
JADE: i will just snap my fingers and your delicious guts will teleport outside your body
ROXY: ew!
JADE: no way more like yum
JADE: i will just keep on killing you again and again
JADE: until you finally get tired of dying and follow your orders
ROXY: maaan
ROXY: evil jade is sucky jade
JADE: i believe you will find i am the suckiest jade there is
JADE: now we are going to be here in this cell for as long as it takes
JADE: i am not going anywhere until you try doing your voidey thing and make something appear
JADE: is that understood?
ROXY: blehhhh
ROXY: fine
ROXY: why u gotta be so awful jade
ROXY: really putting a cramp on us makin choice new friends w each other
ROXY: oh well here goes
ROXY: all twiddlin my fingers and such
ROXY: busting out tha MAJYYXXX! prayin up a storm to the holy wizardchrist they aint fake...
ROXY: alright check it
ROXY: one jank ass space egg coming up
ROXY: ABRACA HAPPEN!
ROXY: this is not a space egg
JADE: no, its not
ROXY: balls
ROXY: guess i effed up my void spell
ROXY: what is this thing
JADE: thats a perfectly generic object
ROXY: its perfectly generic?
JADE: yes
ROXY: dunno about that
ROXY: looks like a green cube to me
ROXY: with like
ROXY: slightly beveled corners
JADE: thats what a perfectly generic object is
ROXY: couldnt something theoretically be more generic than this
JADE: how
ROXY: um
ROXY: i dunno
JADE: exactly
ROXY: :\
JADE: if you want your powers to reach their full potential youre going to need to become more familiar with the fundamental building blocks of ideas and how they translate into more complicated thoughts and forms
JADE: then it becomes a simple matter of using your abilities to snatch those concepts from unreality
ROXY: sounds too hard
ROXY: better start killing me repeatedly and get it over with
JADE: we both know you dont think its too hard, you think it sounds like an interesting challenge
ROXY: dammit!
ROXY: (fucken jakes wily bitch ass grandma)
JADE: this is a very good start though
JADE: with a little practice im sure our empress will have her orb in no time
ROXY: well at least i know i can make a whole lot of these boring cubes if all else fails
ROXY: hey maybe ill build a sick fort outta them
ROXY: hehehe jade tell me that wouldnt be so baller
JADE: it would be fairly baller
ROXY: fyeah
JADE: keep trying for that orb though
JADE: i will return in a while to review your progress
JADE: and remember, dont get any funny ideas
ROXY: but p much all my ideas are funny
JADE: i mean dont try to escape!
JADE: even if you are invisible i will be able to track you down instantly
JADE: my sense of smell is very good
JADE: now if youll excuse me i have some business to attend to
ROXY: what business
JADE: i am still trying to locate my brother
JADE: but im having trouble picking up his scent
JADE: hes using his windy powers to obscure the trail and its giving me fits
ROXY: windy powers eh
ROXY: who is your bro?
JADE: woof!!!
JADE: i mean shoosh :x
JADE: that is enough questions from you
JADE: now i believe you have a space egg to conjure
ROXY: (mumble mumble egg mumble shove it grumble)
JADE: what?
ROXY: (mumble mutter my fat ass)
JADE: farewell roxy
#homestuck#jade harley#roxy lalonde#homestuck act 6#page 6291#page 6292#page 6293#page 6294#page 6295#page 6296#page 6297#homestuck act 6 act 6#homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 1
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Oh my okay I've got several... no I've got plenty of questions abt Truffula Flu lol
So... I'll ask all I remembered I wanted to ask, I hope it won't be too much..
1. Why guns aren't allowed in camp Entre? Maybe I skipped few posts, but I didn't see explanation for this one
2. About zombie mutations. Is they're really become stronger or is it just Rocky and Entre become weaker cuz of their illnesses?
3. Swags mod said that Swag would probably leave camp and die somewhere in quite place, while trying to survive. Why would he leave people that he cares about? Im a little bit dumb and don't exactly understand his planned ending 8(
4. There was a moment when One-ler tried to convince Bitter to put him out of his misery, but he escaped that. And I was curious, if he actually killed him then, would Entre blame himself for that? And if so, would it be worse then he blamed himself when he killed Bitter by his own hands?
5. After Rockys planned death, would Swag blame Entre for this? I mean, emotionally shocked, blame him again about this apocalypse stuff, that Rocky wouldn't die if he wasn't infected and etc.
I hope I made myself clear cuz I dunno how to put some questions ughh😭😭
And again Im sorry if its too much questions!
PHEW THAT IS A CHUNKY LIST. i love it
1. guns are loud and the infected are drawn to loud noises so if you shot a gun you’d be ringing the dinner bell basically. i feel like maybe we touched on it directly? but if i’m wrong it’s probably bc it’s a common thing brought up in zombie apocalypse stories so we might’ve assumed ppl just Knew why none of them used or wanted to use a gun
2. they do become stronger! i actually have a whole list of mutations (and more can be added as ppl come up with them! it’s open lore basically)
i made a whole google doc explaining the actual truffula flu and the symptoms, risks, etc (content warning for if you’re sensitive to medical discussion?? i don’t know how to word it but i wrote it like ur typical online disease info page. also content warning for zombies bc. it’s entirely abt zombification.)
rocky and entre being weakened definitely didn’t help their situation but yes. it’s mainly bc the spiky zombie is faster and stronger than ur typical sort
3. this is kinda hard for me to answer bc i’m not the one who originally wrote it. i don’t rly know why it was planned for it to go like that. i guess out of irony? i know the original plan was for swag to be the sole survivor at the end, but that kinda clashed w other plans so it was changed. so maybe this was the compromise to that
i will say tho that. things had been discussed since that post was made and his story goes differently than was broadcasted. howso? you’ll just have to see :)
4. yes, entre still would’ve blamed himself because ultimately: this is all his fault. regardless of who dies how or where. they wouldn’t be in that situation if it weren’t for him. especially if it’s connected directly with the infection. especially if it’s right in front of him where he can’t ignore it
he wouldn’t have been AS devastated by bitters death if he weren’t the one that had to kill him tho, because the thing is: that was the first time entre had directly killed someone who was still “alive” (unless i’m forgetting some obscure shit i did or said idk it’s been over a decade) and not only that, it was someone who was still his friend despite what he’d done? and even more layers: he had worked so hard to get bitter to come out of his shell prior to the infection and actually be his friend and then this happens. and he has to be the one to end it. bc he was pressured into it
so honestly entres descent into immense self-loathing and all that would have been Very different from how we saw it if someone else had taken care of bitter
5. nah i don’t think swag would’ve like actively started pointing fingers at entre again at that point. like deep deep down swag can’t ignore that this IS entre’s fault and this WOULDNT have happened if not for his mistake, but…swag realizes in the story that it’s not gonna get them anywhere if he keeps holding on so hard to those facts. like if he keeps berating and belittling entre as payback for everything what’s actually gonna get better for that? nothing. all it does is give him temporary catharsis and even that gets cheaper and lasts less time every time he does it
entre wants to fix things so earnestly and tries and swag sees that and wants to help because obviously he also would like this to be undone or at least, cured. and they can’t help each other if they’re at odds. and so even if it’s really hard on him to lose rocky like that, i think at that point it’s just chalked up to “this bitch of a situation” and not “entre did this”
not forgetting the fact that at that point, entre is going to mean a LOT to him because of how their relationship has deepened. so he’s not gonna turn on one of the only ppl he has left
thank you for the questions!! 😊
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BEN Drowned with daughter of Zalgo! Y/N
Ben drowned x daughter of zalgo! reader! (platonic)
as per usual for ben and admins boundaries, this is platonic; sorry anon </3
starts giggling and cheering because this gives me an excuse to talk about my personal zalgo lore ehehehe
writing this while my short bread is cooling down; im making homemade twix :3
oooooo so this on is interesting; since my version of zalgo is responsible for the creation of all monsters and is the reason for ghost like characters for existing; so in a weird way your dad is to blame for why ben is a spirit
which on one hand, allows for you to meet the guy but on the other hand opened the opportunity for ben to suffer and be trapped.. mixed feelings here..
but i think as a proper *child* of the creature grants you similar abilities, you know, corruption and creation that kind of stuff also bringing into the question of if you have another parent of if zalgo just. made you with his own hands all my himself
moving on... how would ben feel?
revisiting the idea of zalgo technically being to blame for his whole... "existing after death but in one of the worst ways possible" i think the dynamic between you and him might be a little tense... i mean youre the child of the one who was responsible, and he would unfairly take it out on you
ooooo angst idea imagine you guys were already friends when he finds out
also brings into question of how the other characters feel about zalgo, if theyre aware of his existence
old fandom usually portrayed zalgo as a rival or threat and honestly i think that would be an interesting thing to implement in some characters given my lore
ponders
so perhaps some of that bleeds into they (in this case ben) treat and view you
thinks
i would say you guys play video games together, but if you inherited zalgos media corruption thing it might not end well, usually breaking the game and changing it until its unrecognizable; which can be even worse since ben most of the time is within devices so that puts him at risk
but good news! sometimes he can manifest in the real world for brief periods of time so you guys can hang out through that; just need to be careful about stuff if you dont have a handle on your abilities yet
you guys probably get up to dumb stuff you'd expect teens would get into; staying out late, sneaking out, doing dumb stuff that ends up making you guys look like dummies.. you sneak him into places while hes hosting himself inside your phone... bonus, if youre going somewhere that requires payment (think like, a theatre where you need tickets) you only have to pay for yourself
though i guess thats assuming you pass as a human well enough to be wandering out in public...
lots of ideas and thoughts to be explored but very vague so i cant pinpoint many of my ideas my apologies
#creepypasta x reade#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#ben drowned x reader#ben drowned x you#ben drowned imagine
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Do you kind doing another ftm fic with Punz for MCC ? Since Punz won maybe he was in a good mood and eats reader out?
Of course ^×^ ♡ it's also pretty short btw
NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI
Warnings: afab language, ftm,
Arguably Punz's lap maybe hasn't been the quietest place to sleep while he was playing MCC but it sure was the most comfortable. In your sleepy confusion you were suddenly being squished awake, shaken violently. Faint yelling filled your ears.
You gripped Punz's arms drawing his attention. "Sorry baby boy, I didn't mean to wake you," a look of guilt flashing over his face. "But we won!"
"Good job, you did so good," you mumbled sleepily, beginning to slip out of his lap. "I'll be right back," you left the room to wake up a bit, finally returning as Punz seemed to finish a long rant.
"Im kinda hungry," Punz sighed opening his phone, doordash ready. "What should I have for my victory meal?"
You stepped closer with a small smirk on your lips sensing a great opportunity.
Your arms slid around his shoulders pressing yourself against the back of him. Your lips pressed against his neck. "Me," you whispered low enough for discord to not pick up.
Punz froze turning to face you. "Really?"
He gulped softly turning back to his screen. "Why is there um- a chick fil a thing, its saturday?" Punz leaned into your fingers scratching at the base of his scalp. "Wait they're open Saturday, they're closed on Sunday I'm dumb,"
"Sorry my brain froze, i- I had a brain freeze. I'm getting chick fil a," he stuttered to chat.
"Yes I'm getting the homophobic chicken. And I'm gonna enjoy it," Punz's eyes flickered between you and his phone. His answer to a random chatter, softer than usual.
Once he was done ordering he slowly set his phone on the desk watching as you left the room.
You grinned giving a little wave to tease him before turning your back.
"Chat. I'll be right back. Bathroom and water,"
As soon as his final word left his mouth he ran out of the room making a beeline for you in the bedroom.
Your body didn't even get to touch the bed, Punz's hands had roughly grabbed your waist before you could.
"Eat you huh?" Punz tugged at your pants. "I get to suck you off? This is my reward?" The second half of his sentence was gentler implying another question.
You allowed him to tug the clothes off of your lower half, nodding as you did. "Yes,"
His palm pushed down on your collar bone, laying you flat against the bed.
"Good boy," he purred leaning down to continue his work.
"Prettt boy, laid out all for me," Punz hummed, spreading your legs. The first press of his tongue against you had your back aching and lip catching between your teeth. Your hand grasped his hair, tugging lightly. Each moan was slightly muffled by you biting your lip. Punz was not impressed however
He gripped your thigh harder. "Let me hear," Punz's voice was muffled between your legs. "My reward," he reminded you. When you didn't stop right away his palm collided with your thigh.
"Keep letting me hear all your pretty sounds. Tell me how good I'm doing,"
#celestial:whispers#celestial:mcc#celestial:pnz#celestial:scribbles#punz x reader smut#punz smut#mcyt x reader smut#mcyt smut
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Jake x Reader-I’m going to take care of you
So this is also like not in the Avatar but in the Avatar universe. it's a weird in between where it mentions scent. They live on a beach or at least near enough to a beach. Idk I just wanted to write more of a tease kind of story. This is also my first time writing something like this and I like it. Im not sure if there'll be a part 2 but its probably very likely. This is also very short, I just realized, so a part 2 is def likely.
Word Count: ~700
Excuse any errors, if you want more or specific storylines comment/ make suggestion. If you also know any tips for better writing also comment them I just trying so many new things and have a couple of ideas I think I want to write about.
Jake is struggling. He is struggling so hard to contain himself and you are making it that much harder. With your tight coverings of your chest and the short but loose coverings of your bottom. He can smell you, everytime the wind blows and everytime you so much as shift toward him he catches a hint of your beautiful scent. He is lost when it comes to you. You truly are his weakness. A weakness he enjoys having. Enjoys devouring.
Jake Sully who is literally salivating at the mouth as you lean down in front of him and he gets a full view of your full ass. The heat he feels crawls throughout his body, he has no idea where it started nor does he know where it ends but he does know both his aching cock and mind are burning to take care of you.
He wants nothing more than to make you scream his name over and over. A mantra then falls off your lips like sin. Nothing more than to sweep you off your feet and have you settle right atop of his face. His mouth more specifically. ‘Your throne’, he thinks, because you deserve nothing less.
You do so many things to him, you make him ache with want and need. You make his knees fucking weak if you so ever glance his way, you are literally his first and last thought when he rises and sleeps. And right about now he has had enough of watching you carefully pick shells from the sandy shore you two are walking on.
“Y/N, babe, you think we can head back now?” Jake asks, he hopes you don't notice the edge to his tone or the way his voice is a bit husky. Or maybe he does then you can allow him to do what he pleases to your body. You look toward him with a pout, not really wanting to leave just yet as the waves in the sea start to sparkle more as the sun goes down and the sky becomes a beautiful hue of pinks and blues. There's still a bunch of little cute shells you want to find.
“But the sun isn't even down completely yet. It’s still so nice out.” you say with a slight whine to your tone. And god does it do something to Jake. He hates to ruin or cut your fun short but he is picturing other ways you can have fun. Images of you on top of him with your head thrown back in great pleasure and his hands finding purchase anywhere he can reach. His groans, fucking yells, rivaling your own..
“Actually it’s ok. We can come back tomorrow, I want to meditate before bed.” You interrupt his delicious daydream.
There's a slight pause of movement as Jake makes eye contact with you and he can't help but to pull you in his arms. Staring into your eyes he takes the tip of his dumb and traces the outline of your full bottom lip.
And the thing that goes over Jake’s head is the fact that you're completely head over heels for him too. So his action, as small as it is, makes you almost instantly drip. Your knees go weak as you look into his eyes. Seeing him. Seeing all the dirty thoughts he has of you too together. Your mouth slightly opens as he puts a bit more pressure.
“Fuck. Momma, you're going to be the death of me.” He curses as you suck in his finger. He is just glad your home isnt too far from where yall are right now, otherwise he would have considering fucking you right here on the beach. In the open. ‘Hmmm, maybe another time.’ he thinks.
You two stand there for a moment pressed together. Your chest flushed against his chest. He can feel your hardened nipples through the top. You can feel his broad chest and it makes your mind so fuzzy you don't even realize that you are sucking Jake’s fingers so hard that saliva is already pooling out and around it. But Jake notices.
Oh, he notices how your eyes glaze over and your thighs squeeze tighter together and how a slight whimper comes out of you when you can’t seem to press any closer to him. And he definitely notice the way you suck on his finger. If his cock isn't hard enough already then, now, with your sweet sinful lips around his finger, your seductive scent, and the lovely sounds you are making would sure do the fucking trick.
He pulls out his thumb and inhales as you chase it with a disappointed mewl.
“Take me home Jake.”
#jake sully#Jake#avatar#awotw x reader#jake x y/n#Oneshot#smut#Love#Smut#really proud of this actually#First time writer#Tease
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wip drabble
A lot of people don’t like huntlow b/c they feel Hunter should go to therapy first, which is valid but still funny b/c im mentally ill, dealing w/some *things*, and i’ve never thought “ya know what would make this worse??? Kissing a girl.”
so anyway here’s a wip drabble for an post-unity day idea where Willow, afraid she’ll die without ever having her first kiss, asks Hunter (raised by a American “all women are thots” Puritan) to do her a solid (as a friend, because he hasn’t had his first kiss either), and every teenage hormone he’s ever been suppressing just fucking hits him all at once, changing his whole life trajectory. Because that would be the funniest shit to watch. This particular drabble specifically focuses on Hunter, obviously in lust with Willow, pre-first kiss to establish he’d be down if she asked.
c/w: very vague allusions to masturbation but in a “it’s a sin” sort-of way.
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“Okay,” Willow announced to the group outside the house, letting the front door swing shut behind her, “let me change; I’ll be right there!”
“You made it,” Hunter looked up from where he was tying his shoes, “how was work?”
“They let me leave like five minutes early, so I hustled over here as fast as I could,” Willow stopped to smile at him, and his gaze lingered on a bead of sweat sloping its way down her neck. His heart panged uncomfortably around his chest, watching the little drop until it disappeared under the front collar of her shirt.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t let them leave without me!” Willow turned back down the hallway and ran into the girls’ room to change. Alone. In the girls’ room. Right there, next to the room he slept in.
“Okay,” he croaked, scowling at himself a second later. He didn’t have time to think about stuff like that. He usually hated when he thought about stuff like that. It made him feel slimy and cheap, but from what he could gather, puberty was just like that.
When he was at the Castle, he’d give himself one tiny insignificant 15 minute slot of time every two months to relieve the slimy pressure. For the most part, it had been an easy, methodical schedule to maintain. There was always something going on—terrifying or not—to distract him from his body, and on top of it all, it wasn’t like—like he had much of an imagination to get things going. All the people at the Castle were far too old, and the Coven Scouts were always wearing masks; there was just a lot of things going on in his life that made it difficult.
Now though—
“Okay, okay,” Willow came running out, and his gut twisted in on itself, “do I look dumb. Be honest!”
She twirled around in front of him fast enough that the hem of her sundress lifted off her legs, exposing a flash of skin that made his hand twitch. Sometimes Willow said that she wished her thighs were smaller; the perverse part of himself that needed to shut up wouldn’t allow him to agree.
“Well?” She asked as the skirt of her dress settled back into place.
“You don’t look dumb,” He breathed, taking his eyes off her thighs. He didn’t think Willow had ever looked dumb before, but the thought of saying that out loud was too big of an idea.
“You better not just be saying that,” She teased. Then, her eyes widened, and she snapped her fingers, “Oh! We should bring some water! It’s hot out today.”
His toes curled in his sneakers as he thought about heat, sweat, and sundresses. Hunter didn’t think he minded the hot all too much.
“Sure,” He stood up robotically, making intense eye contact with anything that wasn’t her, “I’ll get some bottles.”
“I’ll help. Hold on,” Willow chirped, opening up the door. “We’re getting water bottles, be right out!” She called to the others, who voiced their appreciation. Then, she was back in front of him, flushed from the heat and smiling, and it took him a moment to remember how to walk, and when he finally could, it was as if he was hyperaware of his every move.
He had never considered it before but did he walk weirdly? And when he was just standing there, did he stand weirdly? Did he hold his hand out awkwardly when she handed him water bottles? Was he staring too much? And titan, why couldn’t he talk?
His tongue felt like cotton in his mouth as he nodded along to her stories about work. Today, someone had told her she was overwatering a plant, her; it was evidently ridiculous.
“Ugh, and it’s like, I couldn’t get under the shade all day,” Willow complained, bringing a cold-water bottle to the back of her neck. Hunter watched as Willow’s eyes fluttered closed in relief, and something akin to electricity ripped right through him as she moaned with pleasure.
“That feels so good,” She sighed, and Hunter tensed, swallowing thickly.
Please, something deep inside his mind cried, please don’t forget this, while another part of him yelled, Look away! Look! Away!
“Y-yeah,” His voice cracked, agreeing for some stupid, dumb reason. When she started to giggle at his expense, every part of his brain collectively decided it would be okay if the world swallowed him whole.
“That was a bad one,” She smiled, pointing out the crack, and he forced himself to laugh with her.
#huntlow#wip drabble#idk if ill continue tho#unless theres legit interest but i bet there's someone out there who's already done this like way better already lmaooooo#i just love a good awkward coming-of-age story
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