#and added the effects after i forgot... again

[starrynights-sunnyskies]

as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa rodriguez x putellas!reader, social media au, (3/5)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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yourusername: desperately trying to disappear ✌️ Liked by alexiaputellas, albaps9, bff3 and 638 others

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albaps9 don't let that shit have this much power over you again, please hermanita ): albaps9 and if she contacts you again, you tell me, okay? albaps9 pls think about yourself. don't let her words get to you. i know you've been talking to someone new lately. don't throw away something that could be beautiful just because of past experiences. albaps9 if you want me to stay with you again for another few days, i'm there within the hour albaps9 answer your phone or i'm coming over albaps9 nvm, coming over anyway with mama and ale. albaps9 we love you, okay? albaps9 and maybe you're the toughest putellas after all albaps9 ❤️ Seen

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marisabel_rguez: Friends and football, the two best distractions 😁 Liked by leilaouahabi, jennihermoso, alexiaputellas and 18,993 others

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leilaouahabi Oh, so I'm a distraction now? How kind 🤪 ↳ marisabel_rguez Only the best! ↳ leilaouahabi I'll take that compliment. So are you.

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tagged: yourusername bff3: Proud of this little one. She's taking life by the horns and showing it who's boss. Liked by alexiaputellas, bff2 and 347 others

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yourusername i love you. all the days serving douchebag drunk tourists and living off tips was so worth it bc it brought you into my life. ↳ bff1 into OUR lives 🥹🥹 ↳ bff3 Even worth serving Arrogant Alex for every weekend for four months? ↳ yourusername omg i'd nearly forgotten about him!!! yikes, but yes. all worth it. ↳ bff3 You forgot Arrogant Alex but not Silly Sander? But same ❣️ ↳ bff2 Even I remember him 😂 ↳ bff1 'you'd never have to work in this lousy shithole if you were mine' ↳ bff3 Then proceeded to visit said lousy shithole every following weekend. ↳ bff2 Capturing hearts since 1998 and 1993💋

alexiaputellas 😍

bff1 you're doing great sweetie xoxo

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tagged: yourusername bff1: claimed this one the second i walked into kindergarten one unsuspecting morning and she, the NEW GIRL, had the audacity to be playing with my favourite plushies. never looked back since. thank you, universe. Liked by albaps9, alexiaputellas, bff2 and 508 others

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bff3 Adorable!!

albaps9 she always cried at home before going, then cried when she had to go home after she met you jajaja ↳ bff1 i have that effect 😇 ↳ albps9 i still think you're the reason she's no longer shy and innocent 😡 ↳ bff1 you're so welcome!

bff2 My favourite chaotic girls! 🤗

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yourusername going from sharing plushies to sharing the best moments of my life! ↳ bff2 For a second I was worried you were going to say undies 😭 ↳ bff1 won't fit, my butt's bigger than hers ↳ yourusername no way!! ↳ bff1 to the undies or the butt? ↳ yourusername yes 👼 ↳ bff1 yes to what?? liked by yourusername

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tagged: yourusername bff2: Watch out world, she’s coming for you. Now stronger than ever! ❤️ Liked by marisabel_rguez, bff3, albaps9 and 123 others

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yourusername ❤️ ↳ bff2 ❤️ ↳ bff3 ❤️ ↳ bff1 ❤️

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marisabel_rguez: Going to make Sevilla unsafe 😛 Liked by sofie.svava, frejaolofssonn, marialeonn16 and 12,493 others

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sofie.svava and unsafe we made it! ↳ marisabel_rguez 😉

carolinemoller_ My bank account is still weeping 🤪

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username1 i miss yn in here liked by 12 others

claudia.zornoza 😍

carolineweir95 Missing you all!

username2 Is it me or is misa really inactive lately, she's changed ↳ username3 Not just you ): ↳ username2 And her game has been so off lately, ngl

haleyraso You better return to us all smiley again after this trip!!! 😤

frejaolofssonn hey who's that one in the back? she's looking goooood. liked by marisabel_rguez

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yourusername: i guess i'm back. (well, i'll try to stick around) Liked by marialeonn16, alexiaputellas, esmeebrugts and 3,489 others

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username1 we missed you!!!!!!

ingridengen ig's not the same without our princesa 🤩

username2 Hello againnnn

bff1 two/three whole months? without posting? record. but i missed you. ↳ yourusername i missed me too ☹️ ↳ bff1 😘

ona.battle Now we had you all to ourselves for a little while 😝 ↳ salmaparalluelo whoop whoop 🙌 liked by yourusername

albaps9 eyes on the road, chica, or have you forgotten when you messed up your foot while biking to school??? liked by alexiaputellas ↳ alexiaputellas The one day she had to go alone and boom 😆 ↳ yourusername so nice to see you making fun of my messed up and bloodied foot. it really hurt and i was alone and panicking and had to bike back home in pain 😔 ↳ ablaps9 i mean, i'm sorry for laughing but WHO the hell wears chanclas while biking? WHO?! a safety hazard!! ↳ alexiaputellas An eight year old 🤷‍♀️ ↳ yourusername they were my favourite pair of havaianas, i wanted to look cute 😞 ↳ albaps9 mom was right to whoop your ass with them later ↳ alexiaputellas At least now you have a cool scar 😎

bff3 Good to have you back, babe! Ps, you left your sweatshirt at our place. ❤️ ↳ yourusername keep it company for me until tuesday <3 ↳ bff1 just don't go and cook a curry with it on, like last time ↳ bff3 If you hadn't turned the stove higher behind my back, none of it would've splattered! ↳ bff1 didn't want it to take an hour longer. i was hungry. ↳ bff3 Well, not going to wear it while cooking. It's the green adidas one, btw, your favourite, so I wouldn't dare. ↳ yourusername ahh. well, i think green's your colour anyway, keep it 😘

username3 Welcome back 👋

username4 FINALLY

username5 now misa has to come back too 🤞 ↳ username4 Here's to hoping this post will do just that

username4 no more misa/yn interactions? this girlie is very sad ↳ username1 Don't think that's happening anymore 😪 ↳ username5 yeah, between the radio silence, stories and off-behaviour, i don't think so either ↳ username3 well, that doesn't have to be bc of misa? ↳ username6 no u-haul? 😢 ↳ username1 No U-haul.

begovargas Loved spending time with you. We should do it again soon 😌 ↳ yourusername I'm so down!! Miss you already! 🫶

marialeonn16 Did you eat any more good pasta by any chance? ↳ yourusername YES, and also discovered this new cute restaurant. i'll text you the place. liked by ingridengen

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a/n to anyone reading this, i hope you have a lovely day. 🌼🥰

#misa rodriguez x reader #misa rodriguez one shot #woso x reader #woso social media au

[songbirdsanctuary]

3rd life Scarian smut.

Recipe: 2 grain's of Angst, 10 cups Fluff, stir for 1 min, bake at 360 for 20 min or until fluffy. Note: I think I added a bit to much Fluff, and I forgot about in the oven so it was in there for 45 min.

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 2,325

Night was falling over the desert as Grian and Scar were getting ready for bed. Scar, who was now a red name, kept agusting and reagusting how the blanket covered him.

“Scar? Are you ok?” Grian asked. Scar’s once colorful cat tail flicked.

“Yea.. It’s just… Just a bit colder than I remember it being at night..” Grian sat down on his own bed. “It could be a red life thing? You are the first red life.” Scar huffed. “Grian? Can I sleep in your bed to see if it warms me up?”

Grian’s wings puffed up a bit at the suggestion, “I mean.. If you want?” Scar chuckled when he saw the light pink on Grian’s face. He stood up and walked over to Grian’s bed and lay down. Grian after much hesitation lay next to Scar. Grian was on his side with his arm hanging off the bed. Scar was also on his side but facing Grian.

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As the night embraced them in its gentle embrace, Grian found himself on the brink of sleep, his body growing heavy with the weight of the day's adventures. Scar's sudden movement caught him off guard as he shifted closer, his arm encircling Grian in a tentative embrace.

At first, Grian tried to dismiss the intimate gesture, telling himself it was merely a comforting touch from a friend. However, the undeniable pressure of something firm against his backside sparked a flurry of conflicting emotions within him. Was this merely a product of Scar's unconscious movements, or was there something more unspoken and untamed pulsing between them in the darkness?

Lost in his thoughts, Grian grappled with the uncertainty of the situation. His mind raced with questions that dared not breach the silence between them. Was Scar awake, aware of the effect his proximity had on Grian's senses, or was he merely asleep, driven by dream he was having.

Despite his best efforts to push the tantalizing thoughts away, Grian found himself unable to resist the pull of curiosity that gnawed at him from within. The mysterious allure of the moment lingered in the air like a whispered promise, tempting Grian to explore the uncharted territories of desire and connection that lay dormant between them. And so, in the stillness of the desert night, Grian surrendered to the enigmatic allure of the unknown, letting his instincts guide him towards a realm where boundaries blurred and inhibitions waned.

As the soft tendrils of slumber began to weave their spell around Grian's consciousness again, a primal urge, untamed and insistent, stirred within him. Despite his best efforts to surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep.

Drawn by an irresistible pull, Grian's body moved of its own accord, a subtle shift that brought him closer to Scar's warmth. An involuntary motion caused his hips to press back into Scar, their bodies aligning in a way that ignited a spark of something electric between them. In that fleeting moment of contact, sensations crackled and pulsed through the air, setting the stage for a clandestine symphony of yearning and connection.

Scar's response was immediate and visceral. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he seized Grian in a tight embrace, his hands traversing the expanse of Grian's form with a hunger that mirrored Grian's own. In the hushed intimacy of the night, Scar's movements mirrored Grian's, a delicate and deliberate rhythm that spoke of unspoken desires and uncharted territories.

"G? Are you awake?" Scar's words hung in the air, laden with a quiet longing that mirrored the tumultuous thoughts swirling within Grian's mind. With a soft murmur of affirmation, Grian met Scar's gaze, the unspoken depth of their connection shimmering in the dark expanse of their shared space.

At the sight of Scar's hesitance, a wave of understanding washed over Grian, bridging the gap between them with a quiet acceptance that spoke volumes. Scar's hand traced a path over Grian's belly, a silent plea hanging in the air between them like a whispered prayer seeking absolution.

In a gesture of unwavering consent, Grian nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. With a fluid motion, he rolled over to face Scar, their breath mingling in the intimate space that beckoned them closer. As their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the intoxicating pull of shared desire that bloomed between them like a forbidden flower.

The kiss deepened with a fervor that mirrored the flames that danced within their souls, each brush of lips and caress of skin a silent vow of surrender to the irresistible pull of their connection. In the tangled web of their embrace, Grian and Scar found solace in the uncharted territory of their shared passion, their bodies moving in synchrony as if guided by an invisible force that bound them together in a dance of unbridled ecstasy.

Grian, sensing Scar's curiosity, began to work on removing his white shirt, revealing a toned and muscular physique that only added to Scar's fascination. As the last button popped open, Grian's eyes met Scar's, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

Scar, unable to resist the allure any longer, pulled his own underwear off, revealing his alrady hard cock. He then moved towards Grian, who had already removed his shirt, now sitting completely naked before him.

His eyes met Scar's, and in that moment, they shared a silent understanding. Scar sat up and pinned Grian to the bed, their bodies entwined. As they began to explore each other's bodies, Scar noticed the intricate patterns of scars that adorned Grian's chest. His eyes followed them downwards, where he discovered a secret that took his breath away.

Grian possessed a vagina, a revelation that sent a wave of desire coursing through Scar's veins. He pressed his fingers against his sensitive clit, drawing a long, lustful moan from Grian. Their passion ignited, fueled by the love they shared and the secrets they held within.

"Safe word or Traffic light signals?" Scar inquired, his voice a soft whisper as he sought to establish boundaries in this newfound intimacy. Grian, his breaths coming in short, passionate pants, responded, "Traffic light signals."

With that understanding, Scar positioned himself between Grian's spread legs, his gaze lingering on the delicate, vulnerable form before him. He began to explore Grian's most intimate parts with tender care, his tongue tracing gentle patterns on Grian's clit, causing him to buck his hips and let out a deep, sensual moan.

As Scar continued his exploration, he couldn't help but be drawn to Grian's nipples, which stood erect and inviting. With a sense of curiosity, he gently flicked one of the sensitive buds, only to be met with a sudden grab from Grian's hand, halting his advance.

"Don't touch there, please..." Grian pleaded, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and desire. Scar, ever the attentive lover, nodded in understanding, his gaze never leaving Grian's flushed face. With newfound determination, he returned his focus to the task at hand, spreading Grian's legs further apart and delving deeper into the hidden recesses of his body.

As Scar pressed firmly against Grian, his fingers exploring the tender flesh within, his moans grew louder, more intense. Scar's other hand reached out to caress Grian's unresponsive nipple, but he stopped himself, honoring the boundaries that Grian had set.

Scar found himself drawn to a new level of intimacy with the one he now cherished above all others. With a steady hand and a racing heart, he withdrew his fingers from where they had been exploring Grian's depths, the hunger within him growing stronger with each passing moment.

Feeling a surge of lust coursing through his veins, Scar could hardly contain himself as he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the remnants of Grian's essence upon them. The sight of Grian, spread out before him in all his glory, sent a shiver of desire down Scar's spine, his own neglected cock now twitching with need.

Rubbing the slick pre-cum that glistened on his throbbing member, Scar felt a surge of pleasure shoot through him, the anticipation of what was to come driving him wild with desire. With a primal instinct taking over, Scar pressed his hardened length against the inviting warmth of Grian's eager hole, the mere thought of what lay ahead causing his heart to race in exhilaration.

"Color?" Scar breathed out, his voice barely a whisper as he sought out the permission and reassurance he craved from his willing partner. His hand absentmindedly ran through the vibrant feathers of his tail, a nervous tic that betrayed the depths of his desire.

"Green, please," Grian responded, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and longing that sent a thrill through Scar's body. The sound of Grian's consent was like music to his ears, an affirmation of the connection they shared and the trust that bound them together in this intimate moment.

With a symphony of moans and sighs filling the air, Scar pressed forward slowly, savoring each inch of penetration as he felt Grian's slick walls envelop him in a tight, delicious embrace. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a blend of pleasure and fulfillment that left him breathless and lost in the rapture of their union.

As their bodies moved in unison, a harmony of desire and passion, Scar and Grian became entwined in a dance of love and lust, their souls becoming one in the throes of ecstasy. And as Scar reveled in the feeling of Grian's walls tightening around him, he knew that this moment would be etched in their memories forever, a testament to the depth of their connection and the power of their shared love.

"Fuck.." Scar groaned, his voice filled with raw, unbridled passion as he finally found himself fully embedded within Grian's welcoming embrace. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and desire that threatened to consume him whole.

As the two lovers continued their dance of passion, Grian watched with wide eyes and parted lips, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he observed Scar's every movement. The sight of Scar's body, glistening with sweat and passion, sent a shiver of desire down Grian's spine, the intensity of the moment leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

With a primal urge driving him forward, Scar began to move with a fervor that left Grian's feathers quivering in response. The rhythm of their lovemaking was a beautiful cacophony of moans and sighs, a testament to the depth of their connection and the power of their shared passion.

Pulling back only slightly, Scar's movements were swift and deliberate, each thrust a testament to the raw, uninhibited nature of their love. Grian, in turn, met each of Scar's advances with equal fervor, his own body moving in perfect harmony with his lover's.

As the intensity of their lovemaking continued to build, the air around them seemed to hum with the energy of their passion. Grian's feathers continued to shiver, a visual representation of the emotions coursing through his body, while Scar's eyes locked onto Grian's, a silent promise of the love and devotion that bound them together in this moment.

Their bodies moved as one, their hearts beating in unison, their souls entwined in a dance of desire that transcended the boundaries of time and space. And as Scar continued to thrust into Grian with unyielding passion, the two lovers became one in the throes of ecstasy, their love story etched into the very fabric of the universe.

In this moment, as their passion reached its peak, Scar and Grian knew that they had found something truly special, a connection that would endure the test of time and stand as a beacon of hope and love for all those who dared to seek it. And as their lovemaking reached its crescendo, the two souls became forever intertwined, their hearts and souls bound together in a love that would last an eternity.

As the intensity of their passion reached its peak, Scar and Grian found themselves on the precipice of a shared climax, their bodies trembling with the force of their mutual desire. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy, the very essence of their love and devotion manifesting in the form of a powerful, all-consuming orgasm.

With a final, desperate thrust, Scar cried out in pleasure, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep within Grian, marking their love in the most intimate of ways. Grian, too, felt the waves of ecstasy wash over him, his own release mingling with Scar's as they became one in the throes of their shared pleasure.

As their bodies continued to tremble in the aftermath of their climax, Scar and Grian found themselves wrapped in each other's embrace, their hearts beating in perfect harmony as they basked in the warmth of their love. The intensity of their passion had given way to a deep sense of contentment, a feeling of peace and tranquility that enveloped them like a cozy blanket on a cold night.

With soft whispers of endearment and tender kisses, the two lovers cuddled close, their bodies still intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that they had found something truly special in one another. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of love and warmth, their souls forever intertwined in the most beautiful of love stories.

As they slept, the night enveloped them, a gentle lullaby that rocked them to and fro, cradling them in its embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Scar and Grian awoke, their love for one another stronger than ever, a bond that would see them through the trials and tribulations of life, and carry them to the heights of happiness and fulfillment.

#gri.an #goodtimeswith.scar #hermitnsfw #smut fic #life seriesnsfw

[vioartemis]

Two's company, three's a crowd

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: surprise I guess? 👀 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: (+18), smut, dom! Sam (daddy kink), dom! Tara (mommy kink) (NOT AT THE SAME TIME), sub! reader, fingering, cunnilingus, praises (?), degradation, strap on (lmk if I forgot something), lil bit of angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You were sitting on the couch at Tara and Sam’s apartment, the youngest Carpenter beside you. The Babadook was playing on the tv in front of you.

Tara had invited you over for a movie night, so naturally you accepted.

Half an hour into the movie, her real intentions were given away when her lips went to your neck.

“T-Tara… we agreed not to do that again…”

“I know… But please, just one last time… I miss hearing you moan my name, I miss feeling you clench around my fingers…” the brunette whispered in your ear, knowing the effect her words had on you

“Tara-”

You tried to deny her, but her kisses on your neck were driving you crazy already. You had told yourself you wouldn’t give in anymore, but she always managed to convince you.

The main reason that pushed you to deny her was your crush on her, and the fact that she only saw you as a friend. Friends with benefits, nothing more.

As you didn’t seem to push her away, Tara took it as a sign of consent. Her hands sneaked under your shirt, fingers lingering over your skin, while her lips were leaving wet kisses on your neck.

Her hand slipped in your pants, in your underwear.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already so wet… And you say you don’t want it?”

Tara removed her hand from your underwear and took off your clothes quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. She got on her knees on the floor, putting your legs over her shoulders, licking a long strip on your center, eliciting a moan from you. Moan that gets louder as two of her fingers enter you.

She thrust her fingers inside of you at an already fast and rough pace. It was like she was trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You hated that, and you hated it was working so well.

You could feel her smirk against you as her lips wrapped around your clit. As your hand went in her hair to keep her in place, your eyes me for she was looking at you, knowing you were close.

She added a third finger and sucked harshly on your sensitive bud, making you harsh your back as you came around her fingers, screaming her name in ecstasy. She pulled out, and put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

“So how was that? Do you regret letting me fuck you?”

Before you could answer, you heard the apartment door opening. You quickly put your underwear and pants back on before Sam could see anything, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Hey Sam!” Tara said, a smirk still on her face, as she went in the bathroom to grab a tissue to wipe your cum off her chin

Sam walked up to you, looking at her sister as she passed next to her, before her gaze fell on you.

“I thought you said-”

“I know, I know… I tried, but she can be really convincing when she-”

“I don’t need to know that” she interrupts you “But Y/n, you can’t just keep doing that if you don’t want to…”

“I-it’s not that I don’t want to… I just…”

You looked down, embarrassed.

“Hey…” Sam sat beside you and rubbed your back “I know it’s hard, but you must move on… for your own well-being. And for that, you need to set clear boundaries”

You knew she was right, but it was just so hard to think Tara would never see you as more than a friend she can have sex with whenever she wanted.

But then there was Sam. Sam who had been here for you ever since you told her about the situation, after she caught you crying. Sam who comforted you, hugged you, whipped your tears away when you needed it. Sam who you had feelings for as well.

You hated yourself for that, having feelings for both Carpenter sisters.

Tara didn’t know you had feelings for her, but Sam knew. What would she think of you if you told her you liked her as well? That you didn’t know what you wanted, probably.

And that was true, you were lost. For a long time, you thought Tara was the one you loved, but then you got to know Sam more, spend more time with her. And your feelings evolved, and here you were, confused.

In other circumstances you would have suggested a poly relationship, but they were sisters so that would just be weird.

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A few weeks after this, you had managed to deny Tara more firmly. You hoped she understood, and wouldn't try anything again, because you were moving on and forgetting about your feelings for her.

This night, Tara was at Mindy and Chad's, working on some papers for college. They had offered you to join them, but you had preferred saying yes to a party Anika invited you to.

You had told her about your feelings for both Tara and Sam when you still had feelings for the youngest Carpenter, and she wisely told you "Two's company, three's a crowd". You believed you could use some more time with her; maybe it'll help you get out of this shitty situation. 

And so you did; you spent more time with Anika, and you two became the best of friends.

"C’mon, it’s gonna be funnn!" she had told you when you were hesitating to go to the party

And she was right. It was fun.

"Hey, Y/n... maybe you should slow down on the drinks..." the brunette said as she saw you chug down your 7th drink. Or was it 8th? She had lost count.

"I'm finee don't worry about me" you reassured her

"Yeahhh, of course"

She did not believe you and took a few steps back to make a call.

"Sam, can you come and pick up Y/n? She's..." she turned to look at you "... drunk af"

Sam sighed, and fifteen minutes later she was looking for Anika and you. You both were at the bar, Anika holding all drinks away from you while you tried to have 'a last one'.

"No, Y/n, you said that three drinks ago. It's for your own good- Sam! Can you take her away from here, please?"

As soon as you heard Sam's name, your head snapped towards her.

"Hi Sammie!" you said, giving her a tight hug

"Y/n/n, we're gonna go home, okay?"

You were about to protest, but the way she ran her fingers through your hair made you look up to her. And the sight you had of her in that position... her looking down at you, hand in your hair, with those dark eyes...

"... Okay..."

They were both surprised you agreed so quickly, but went with it without complaining.

"Good g- decision" Sam said, kissing your forehead "I'll take good care of her" she then reassured Anika

If you weren't drunk, maybe you would've noticed the little pause in her sentence.

"Thank you again, Sam. See you both later!"

Sam and you waved goodbye to Anika, as the oldest Carpenter led you back to her car an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall.

She then helped you sit in the car, before taking place herself and starting the engine. She started driving home, looking at you every so often to make sure you were okay.

"Why did you drink so much?" she asked after a moment

"Thought it might solve the problem"

"What problem? The whole situation with Tara?"

"The whole situation with..." you waved your hand in a circular motion towards her "... both of you"

Sam raised an eyebrow, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, y'know... cause I have feelings for you but it's weird cause I told you I liked your sister and now I tell you I like you but you're going to think I don't know what I want or that I'm just trying to hook up with everyone but-"

"You have feelings for me...?"

"Yeah..."

Sam stopped the car in a deserted parking lot and looked at you.

"Do you really mean it? Or is it just the alcohol speaking?"

Even drunk, you could tell she was hoping you said you meant it.

"I mean it. I have feelings for you Sam"

She raised a hand to put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Good. Because I have feelings for you too"

She used her hand that stayed on your cheeks to pull you a bit closer to her to kiss you. You kissed back, but the position in the car wasn't the most comfortable.

When Sam pulled away, it was only to move her sit back and pat her lap.

“Come here”

You moved almost immediately, straddling her lap, pulling her in for another passionate kiss. Her hands were soon holding your waist while yours were on both sides of her face.

No one had ever kissed you like that. For the first time, you felt like you actually meant something.

The way her lips moved against yours, the way her hands slid to your hips so she could hold you tighter against her…

Her lips went down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin until she felt you grasp her shoulders. Only then she seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled away.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have, I-”

“No, please, don’t stop” you said quickly

“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything…”

“You’re not forcing me, Sam. I want to. I really do”

She looked in your eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. But you really wanted it, there was no doubt.

You smiled and kissed her again, arms locking around her neck as her hands were slipping under your shirt. She was about to lift your shirt up, but stopped, looking around hesitantly.

“Hey, relax… no one’s gonna come around here” you reassured her

You were right, and she knew it. It was 1am, and the parking lot was empty. No one would take a little walk here at that time.

“If you want to stop at any moment, tell me, okay?”

“It won’t happen, but if ever, I’ll tell you, I promise”

She nodded, satisfied with your answer, and took your shirt off. Not letting her the time to do anything, you unclasped your bra and let it fall on the passenger sit.

Sam’s eyes were locked on your exposed chest, and you could notice a light blush on her cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful…” she whispered, hesitantly bringing a hand to your breast and giving it a soft squeeze

She then became more confident and started flicking your other nipple with her tongue, before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. The moan you let out was music to her ears.

She had heard you moan before when Tara forgot to silence you on the days Sam was home, but this time it was different. It was her that made you moan. That thought in mind, she kept on playing with your breasts, every moan you let out turning her on more and more.

At one point, her free hand started to unbutton your shorts. Helping herself with her other hand, she lifted you up and threw your shorts somewhere in the car after taking them off you, as well as your panties.

She took a minute to admire your body, eyes full of lust and desire, before running a finger between your folds, unable to hold back a smirk at how wet you already were.

“So wet for me… You really wanted that, didn’t you?” Sam whispered in your ear, kissing and licking your neck as she slipped a finger inside

She set a slow and soft pace, her other hand on your back to keep you close while she continued to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking on it, leaving marks that would soon turn into dark purple hickeys.

When your grip on her shoulders loosened a bit, she added another digit, curling them just right, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…” she whispered, her fingers now pumping in and out of you at a fast pace

A loud moan left your lips at the praise, for Sam's greatest pleasure. She loved knowing she was the one making you feel like that. She loved the sight of your pretty face scrunched in extasy, the feeling of your cunt around her fingers as she fucked you dumb.

You were struggling to think straight at this point, the way her fingers curled inside you driving you crazy. You were already embarrassingly close to the edge, but you needed -and wanted- more.

“S-Sam please…” you moaned out

“What is it Y/n/n?" she could tell you were close, but she wanted to to hear you say it. She wanted you to tell her how good she made you feel. "Is my little princess going to cum? Am I making you feel that good, baby?"

"F-fuck- yes, s-so good..."

Sam hummed in satisfaction, leaving some more kisses on your neck, before circling your clit with her thumb and whispering in your ear:

“Cum for me”

You came around her fingers with a loud moan of her name as Sam kept on fucking you through your orgasm, planting hot kisses on your neck and jaw. After a few thrusts she pulled out of you, and kissed your forehead, whispering you praises before licking her fingers clean.

She held you tightly as you came down from your high, stroking your hair gently.

After a minute, you pulled away slightly, only to quickly lean back in for a lustful kiss, hands slipping under her shirt.

“Y/n-” she tried to say between kisses

“I want to make you feel good too, Sam”

She was surprised but wasn’t going to complain. She would lie if she said she hadn’t dream of that. She led you to the backseat while kissing you again, smiling against your lips.

When you woke up in the morning, you were laying on Sam’s chest, one of her arms around your waist, her other hand stroking your hair gently.

“Good morning” she said with a smile as she saw you opened your eyes “Dis you sleep well?”

“Yeah I- are we home? How-”

“You fell asleep after hm… after round 2. I thought you would prefer to sleep in a bed rather than on the backseat of my car”

“Oh, thank you” you said softly, as she moved a strand of hair away from your eyes

“… do you regret? What we did yesterday” Sam suddenly asked

You could tell she was hoping you would say no. She really liked you, it would break her heart if you said you regretted.

“No, I don’t regret it”

Your answer made her smile.

She put a hand on your cheek, pulling you a bit closer to her.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered

You nodded and closed the gap between you two. Her lips were soft against yours. The kiss was even better than you remembered.

“I love you Y/n…”

“I love you too, Sam”

You smiled at each other, and went back to kissing, happier than ever.

If only you knew Tara was behind the door… How she heard everything, how her heart broke… how she regretted not having told you how much she loved you…

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It had been a few weeks since Sam and you started officially dating. You both were happy together, feeling really loved and wanted.

Tara on the other hand… She had trouble keeping a straight face when she was around you two. She regretted not having told you how she felt about you. She knew she had lied to you, telling you she only saw you as a friend with benefits, but truth is she was scared of her own feelings for you. Scared to be hurt again.

What happened with Amber in Woodsboro left more scars than she thought. She loved her, and Amber betrayed her. She didn’t want to live that again. So when she started to have feelings for you she decided to bury them deep inside in fear.

The ‘friends with benefits situation’ was the only thing she found to still have the chance to be intimate with you, with no feelings involved. You were fine with it at first, but after a while you told her you wanted to stop.

She didn’t think you were serious at first; you had told her you were enjoying yourself every time, so why would you want to stop? She took it a break, not as a real and definitive stop.

Until she heard Sam and you that night, saying ‘I love you’ to each other.

That night she understood she really had lost you.

Laying on her bed, she was looking at pictures you took together. Realizing she was hurting herself, she put her phone away and closed her eyes.

When she felt something poking her arm, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, you were sitting beside her, smiling.

“Y/n?”

“I miss you Tara…”

Your fingers traced light patterns on her arm, going up to her shoulder, then her neck, her collarbones, her chest…

“Y/n what are y-”

“Shhh…” you said softly, putting a finger on her lips to shush her, before leaning in to whisper in her ear “I want you…”

She couldn’t believe her ears.

“But- Sam?”

“I don’t care about Sam… Only you” you murmured, your lips pressing against her neck

She should question it, she knew she should, but she didn’t. She wanted it. She wanted you.

She pushed you slightly away by your shoulders and made you lay on your back, before she went to her wardrobe, looking for something inside.

“Stay still. I’m going to fuck you so good the only thing you will remember is my name. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she smirked at you

“Yes… Fuck me dumb, please…”

“Please who?” Tara asked as she came back to you, her favorite strap attached to her hips, smirking a little more as she saw your eyes widen at the sight of the strap

“P-please mommy…”

She walked to the bed and crawled on top of you. She kissed your lips as soon as she was close enough to do so, enjoying the feeling of your lips against hers.

“I love you Y/n…” she whispered

“I love you too, Tara…”

She smiled, more than happy with your answer, before taking off your clothes quickly. She was getting impatient due to all these weeks without being able to be close to you. She lined her strap with your entrance and looked at you.

“Remember the safe word?”

“Of course”

“Good”

She nodded in approval and started to enter you, softly for the first half, but then snapped her hips forward, pushing the last inches in you in once motion. The way you moaned under her made her the happiest.

“Do you know how much I missed having like that under me?” she asked as she was setting a fast pace, watching her faux cock going in and out of you with bright eyes “You’ve been a very bad girl, saying you loved Sam and not me… It made me really sad you know…”

“I- I’m so-sorry I-”

You were interrupted by a more powerful thrust of her hips, and by the loud moan it provoked.

“Aw, did you cum already? My… You really missed me, didn’t you?”

Despite the fact that you just came, she kept on thrusting into you, fucking fast and rough. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she hit that one spot inside of you, added to the overstimulation you were experiencing.

Tara was enjoying the sight of you under her like that, tears pricking in your eyes as you came a second time.

“T-Tara please…” you whined, becoming too sensitive

“No, you wanted to act like a slut, fucking my sister instead of me, you deserve to be treated like one” she said, picking your legs up and putting them on her shoulders

The new angle almost made you scream in ecstasy as you came once again.

Tara’s thrusts slowed down; maybe she took pity on you after all.

“My pretty little slut…” she murmured as she kissed your lips, pulling out of you

She then got on her knees between your legs, and started cleaning you up, licking your cum off your tights. She couldn’t resist, and gave your pussy a few licks as well, enough to make you cum again on her face, moaning Sam’s name…

Wait what?

She opened her eyes suddenly.

She was still on her bed, alone. She could feel herself dripping with arousal. So it was just a dream… she thought, sighing.

Suddenly, she heard you moan again. The walls really were thin…

She grabbed her pillow and stuffed her head in it, hoping it would cancel the noises. It did not work well; she could still hear everything.

“You want daddy’s cock baby?”

“F-fuck yes, please…! ‘Want it so bad…”

Tara growled in her pillow, not wanting to hear all that. She hit the wall.

“Can you two fuck more quietly?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

She didn’t hear an answer, but she couldn’t hear anything anymore, so it was great already.

She tried to sleep again, and was just about to fall asleep, when moans came to her ears again -not as loud as before but still. The bed was even hitting the other side of the wall, making loud ‘bang’.

She growled again, but didn’t try to silence you again. Instead, she just went to the living room and tried to sleep on the sofa. Sofa on which she fucked you a few months ago.

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought that it was the last time she got to be that close to you, and that it would never happen again.

[Next part]

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter smut #tara carpenter smut #sam carpenter x reader

[rookiesbookies]

Oh my God, if you wrote more sex doll!141 I would be thrilled. It's such a good concept and you've executed it wonderfully!! (Personally I'm partial to simon but if you wrote any of the other characters I would still eat it up).

-🦝

So I’m going to be honest, Simon is a very difficult character for me to right in intimate situations because of how his character is structured. It’s one of the reasons I have trouble flushing out how I write him and why he may be much more varying than my other boys when I write them fic to fic. He’s truthfully the hardest character for me to right and he’s the one I know the most about so I hope this is good.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, check out my AU list for more like this. Don’t forget to leave me a comment (i always try to respond) or a request in my inbox (i also try to respond to these when I can), a reblog, or even just a like to let me know what yall want to see!

I gift you, Sex Doll!Simon and his loser!reader as a gift. As always, under the cut.

A doll and his loser 2, electric boogaloo.

When Simon’s lady had ordered him, she had also been drunk. She was ovulating, feeling sorry for herself, and incredibly horny when the ad on whatever porn site she was on popped up for the sex dolls. So she scrolled through the options, noticing the ‘Johnny’ Doll was sold out, but it didn’t matter, one had caught her eye immediately. The doll style they had named ‘Simon’. His mask made her run wild. She noticed how the pants clung to his thighs and wide shoulders and it made her mouth water. She couldn’t even remember what she ordered the next morning between headaches and vomiting but she just assumed it was something she forgot and paid off that credit card charge.

It was days later when the box arrived.

“Big ole box you got there,” her neighbor teased, “need help getting it in, little lady?”

She huffed, she had been trying to push it in for about 20 minutes. “Please,” she whined.

Her neighbor helped get the probably 200 pound package into her room. The box was all scratched, fragile stickers torn. She thanked her neighbor and ushered him out as she began to open the weird box.

The language seemed made up, but she didn’t expect to get the box open and a giant Ken doll to fall on her with a loud thud as the two hit her floor.

“You’re a big bitch,” she groaned as she shoved the doll off her. His eyes fluttered open and she watched him curiously. “Hi.”

She was met with silence. He seemed mute, like his mouth was stuck shut.

Confused and slightly disappointed, she stared down at the doll lying on her floor.

She had expected an interactive experience, a companion that would fulfill her desires, but all she had in front of her was a lifeless figure. Frustration began to well up within her, fueled by the lingering effects of her hangover.She had gotten wasted the night before again.

Frustrated, she decided to give the doll a chance. After all, she had spent a considerable amount of money on it, and maybe there was a way to activate its features. She carefully inspected the doll, running her hands over its smooth, artificial skin and marveling at the intricate details. But no matter how hard she looked, there didn't seem to be any buttons or switches that would bring it to life.

Determined to find a solution, she grabbed her laptop and searched for the website where she had made the purchase. But it was as if the site never existed. It wasn’t in her search history, it wasn’t in her purchase history, she couldn’t even find a number on the box.

Frustration turned to confusion as she scrolled through her browsing history, desperately trying to find any trace of the website that had led her to this mysterious doll. It was as if the entire transaction had been erased from existence.

Feeling a mixture of unease and curiosity, she decided to take matters into her own hands. With the doll still lying motionless on the floor, she sat down next to it and began examining every inch of its body. Perhaps there was some hidden mechanism, some secret activation method that she had missed.

Then she saw the icon on the box between the gibberish writing, something about the lips.

She crouched down and tenderly pressed her lips against the cool, skin textured rubber of the cheek of the robot. In response, his previously stiff body began to move and his facial features softened into a look of happiness.

A surge of excitement coursed through her veins as she realized that there was more to this doll than met the eye. She had stumbled upon something extraordinary, something beyond her wildest dreams. Her hangover instantly forgotten, she eagerly awaited what would happen next.

Slowly but surely, the doll began to move. Its previously inanimate limbs twitched and flexed as if awakening from a deep slumber.

“Hi,” she said softly, running her hand over the mask.

He flipped his mask up over his lips and quickly kissed her passionately.

She let out a squeak as he climbed on top of her.

“So pent up,” he mumbled, kissing down her neck as she giggled. His hands roaming free. “So stiff, I could use a good stretch, love. And it seems based on your purchase of me, you could too.” He said with a teasing tone before pulling off her pants she wore to work.

He began to eat her through her panties, but it was more lip locking with her lower set. He moved her panties to the side and continued his make out session with her labia. His teeth occasionally gently pulling on them. He took his sweet time getting her wet before he did any more. He spit on her then dug in.

Messy, his face covered in her natural lube, mask rubbing against her clit.

She sat there like this for a while but she got too loud so he stretched his long arm so his palm stretched over her mouth, thumb rubbing her cheek as he continued. Her eyes rolling back as he edged her slowly. One, then two, then three times. Her body convulsing as he finally lifted himself, she let out a whine and he shushed her before freeing himself from his jeans.

He got real close to his ear. “How badly.” He commanded.

She whined out pitifully as a plea.

“Good.” He said, throwing a leg over his shoulder before sliding in and thrusting. A fast pace in, a roll of the hips, and slow pull out. He held this pace for so long she began to feel like the sex doll. It was brutal in the most wonderful way.

Toe curling.

Ball smacking.

Pussy dripping.

Best sex of her life.

Her cervix thoroughly bullied.

Her moans muffled and covered by his rough palm.

Her rug covered in sweat, her flooring under it glistening with heat.

When he finally let her come it was like reaching the peak of Everest. She gasped and whined and moaned, almost screamed into his palm. He fucked her through it and came not long after from her body milking his cock.

He removed his hand and cock making her whine, returning his mouth to her cunt to make out with it again.

He cleaned her of his cum before picking her up and running a bath.

“Worth every penny.” Was all her mushed brain could muster.

#cod x reader #call of duty #simon ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley

[wonily]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🎀﹕butterflies, butterflies!

♡ — giving enhypen butterflies

warnings : mentions of food & metaphorically passing out (ni-ki's part)

[ lily’s rambles : another repost from my old blog <3 this was one of my favorites and... i wrote it during my first period class ]

other members under the cut!

heeseung !

when heeseung put up an ad for a roommate (to split costs because he’s a broke college student :<) he did not expect a very, very cute person to see the ad. when he opened the door the day you were supposed to take a tour of the apartment, he did not expect to see a very, very cute person in front of him.

except he did :D and he forgot how to breathe. you were so cute !! and you were just smiling at him from his doorway with the biggest, kindest, brightest smile ever and he had to shake himself out of his trance to welcome you into his apartment. and that’s when he saw the steam rising and he could’ve sworn that his heart exploded.

you were holding a tray of ramen :( the same one he said he really liked on the ad he had posted. he had to stop himself from dramatically falling to his knees and clutching his heart because butterflies just exploded inside of him because wowie he thinks he just met the one, the only love of his life.

jay !

GAHH!!! you’ve broken him from the moment he laid eyes on you but he’s never going to let you know that. you were a new employee at the cute little dessert cafe he frequented and the moment he walked in, you took his breath away and replaced it with butterflies.

considering it was your first day, you didn’t know his usual coffee order so he took it as an opportunity to talk to you and when you told him it was your first day, he even asked you what your favorite dessert was !!

you shyly handed him his order and he retreated to the table that he always sat at (that was seemingly reserved just for him at this point) and his coffee tasted even better today because you had made it.

before he left, he bought the dessert that you had said was your favorite, smiled kindly, and handed it to you, now effectively leaving you flustered and, because he comes in everyday, him buying you a dessert became a tradition because he was still a little too scared to ask you out :< but it’s all worth it because the butterflies in his stomach go crazy around you.

jake !

he met you at the dog park while he was with layla :( layla was so happy to be running out and about, especially with her other friends that she had met the other times she’d come to this dog park.

but !! she spotted a new little dog shyly hiding behind someone (your) leg and immediately ran up to it and barked happily. the dog whimpered, still scared of its new surroundings and jake, seeing this, ran to tell layla to relax a little and he did, but he immediately closed his mouth after because he saw you and you were so cute :(

you giggled and assured him that it was okay and your dog would eventually warm up to layla and he just nodded because he was too scared to open his mouth, because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from blurting out “YOU’RE CUTE”.

but he eventually started conversing with you because your dog was now besties with layla and they were practically attached to each other and then, he regained his confidence and asked you to go to the park again because layla would miss your dog :(((

sunghoon !

there’s no specific thing that you do that gives sunghoon butterflies… it’s more like your whole existence just makes his heart flutter. for example, when he first saw you outside the ice rink.

it was just a passing glance, he was just scoping out the area to make sure that he didn’t have to hide and the moment his eyes fell on you, he actually thought he was part of a kdrama where they play excessive music during an intense staring scene except he was the only one staring.

but of course, life is not a kdrama and he entered the ice skating rink. but, it turns out, he was absolutely positively wrong because his life is a kdrama !! he was just minding his own business, doing a little twirl in the air when he felt himself collide with someone and he immediately turned around to see you on the ice.

he helped you up, stammering apologies profusely and he was absolutely mortified when he realized that you were the very, very cute person he had seen outside. he was kind of frozen for a couple seconds as you assured him that you were fine and :DDD sunghoon’s back !! so what does he do? he takes on his ice prince duties and offers to buy you a hot chocolate (and when he doesn’t buy one for himself, he says it’s because he doesn’t like hot chocolate but that’s a lie !! he’s just feeling all warm and fluffy inside because you give him butterflies !!)

sunoo !

sunoo didn’t even realize he had a crush on you :< he’s always assumed that the fluttering feeling in his stomach when he saw you were simply friendly feelings because he’s always had such a bright outlook on life.

but oh, did he forget how to breathe when one day, you walked into class and gave him the brightest smile he’s ever seen. it was like fresh flowers were blooming out of his chest and butterflies were fluttering around in his heart and that was when he decided your smile was his happiness.

and from that day on, he tried his best to make you smile because the only thing that made him happier than your smile was the fact that he was the reason for your precious smile.

he literally lives for your smile :> if the two of you weren’t close before, you certainly are now because bit by bit you became friends and you, of course, have no problem with it because he’s literal sunshine !! and you smile whenever he smiles so :3 it’s a win-win for both of you– you smile and his heart goes boom boom !!

jungwon !

jungwonnie was just walking home one day from school when he felt raindrops starting to fall from the sky :( and he didn’t want to get wet so he zoomed into the nearest flower shop only to find himself face to face with the cutest person he had ever seen in his life (you, who quite coincidentally goes to his school & whom he’s had the biggest crush on for a good part of high school)

his cheeks went all pink, which is saying something because his cheeks are naturally rosy, and he stammered an apology. your smile made him so flustered and he was so scared that you’d think he was weird :( and he just zoomed right back out of there.

but then !! then !! he heard a tiny voice shouting back at him, “jungwon, jungwon, wait!!” and he turned around to see you running after him, with an umbrella over your head. you handed him the umbrella, flashed a smile, and ran back into the flower shop with your hands over your head.

jungwon just stood there stunned for the longest time before he realized he was soaked in rainwater because the umbrella you had given him was held loosely by his side. he ended up running home that day with your umbrella with the biggest smile on his face and that night, as he laid in bed, he couldn’t get your smile or your kindness or the way your hand brushed his out of his mind.

ni-ki !

it was a cold and windy day when he first felt the butterflies but it was a very welcome feeling because he felt like he was going to freeze into a popsicle while waiting in line for bungeoppang.

but when he walks up to the bungeoppang stall, he’s internally freaking out because oh my gosh !! the person working (you, a high school student in need of money) is so cute !!

his throat felt all dry when he tried to ask for one bungeoppang and when he finally did, you laughed and he nearly passed out from how pretty your laugh sounded. and then your hand brushed against his when you handed him his bungeoppang, which was bundled warmly in a napkin and he only managed to splutter a little ‘thank you!’ before practically zooming away, cheeks burning.

he came back every single day after that without a fail. he eventually got to the point of holding cute little conversations with you but it took some time because he was so shy :&lt;

he always managed to slip in a little joke in your conversations just to hear you laugh and warm happiness would bubble in his chest whenever you did. and don’t tell anyone but he was so glad you never really questioned him.

of course, you just thought he really, really liked bungeoppang and don’t get him wrong, of course he loves bungeoppang (especially now because it brought him to meet you) but he likes you so much more.

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshots #enhypen reactions #heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung scenarios #park jongseong #jay park #park jay #jay scenarios #sim jake #jake sim #jake #jake scenarios #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon scenarios #kim sunoo #sunoo #sunoo scenarios #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon scenarios #nishimura riki #ni-ki

[sanctus-ingenium]

I was wondering how achieve such a wonderful textured finish on your pieces? They are wonderful and I love their resemblance to aged photographs and the speckles of colors in the backgrounds. Your art is mesmerizing :)

you can see some of the texture brush sets i use in my #info_asks tag but i have some more (procreate) tips aside from just brushes

also hi i made this whole thing and then stupidly hit ctrl z to erase ONE word and i lost the entire bottom half of the post and all my image descriptions so fuck you tumblr i had to make this twice

to get a faded photo or old digital screen look, consider duplicating the canvas (once all the layers are merged) and using a gaussian blur tool on the new duplicated layer. then set that to low opacity to add a misty sort of look. looks nice in combination with some chromatic abberation and a small bloom effect. then a subtle noise filter on top:

for faded print effects, it's really worthwhile to learn how to use layer masks. you can use a layer mask to non-destructively 'weather' blocks of colour or lineart, without erasing the layer itself. the weathered ink/block print effect here was made using layer masks which means that if i just hide the mask, the lineart becomes solid black again and easy to alter or colour in:

for old paper effects you can just set a paper texture on multiply over the art sure, but you can also combine it with the blur & bloom thing, a really subtle drop shadow and canvas tilt, and highlights to make it look like an aged photograph of a card. this originally had a transparent bg but i'll post it here with a white bg so that the drop shadow is more obvious. the scuffed edges of the card (left) were hand drawn, simple white stucco brush. the bigger patch of scuffed ink (top right) was a texture stamp.

for block print looks you can move the colour layer out of alignment by a few pixels - but only after you're absolutely sure you're done with it, otherwise you'll get something like this -

i forgot to erase out her eye before i moved the red layer so now her eye defeats the 'look' of a misaligned print. the black lineart and red layer were also given the same layer mask treatment as described above to make them look faded or like the ink didn't stick down right to the paper

you can do this with multiple colour layers too. if the colour layers are separated and set to multiply (as in this cmyk example), it'll leave halos and edges around each shape which mimic old comic book print

just to show what you can do WITHOUT any special brushes, here's a piece of one of my mez tarot cards from before i got any extra brushsets at all. for this one, i added a green tint over everything to mimic a sun-bleached or faded print (my actual goal wasn't 'medieval illustration' but actually 'trading card from the 60s that got left on someone's windowsill for decades'). the background texture is the procreate noise brush. the texture under the green lion drawing is the procreate concrete brush (to make it look painted onto a wall). the lettering and lineart is procreate's 6B pencil. but to properly aim for The Look of it being a printed physical object, i also used a perspective blur so that the edges are out of focus, and metallic gold highlights which don't match the lighting of the actual illustration and appear to be catching some other external light. that texture was made from the procreate noise brush

it's pretty simple compared to my later stuff but i still really like the effect

in terms of colours, you need to keep them unified so that they all appear to be acting under the same external light source, like if someone is holding up a torch to a painting then the painting colours will be glazed with firelight even if there's no painted fire. a really easy way to do this is to slap a multiply layer over everything in one shade - grey-yellow for a weathered paper look, or greenish blue for sunbleached photos. this unifies all the colours of the drawing. or you can apply a gradient map at a low opacity so that there's only a subtle change. or just do it by hand - if you want everything to be slightly tinted yellow, just pick the colours you normally would, but move the colour wheel towards yellow to get a yellowfied version of the base colour. easy

it's really important to consider how fading and weathering can affect printed colour. white paper yellows, black fades. you will rarely see pure black or pure white. which means you can use pure black or pure white to add external effects like the white scuff marks on the hierophant card. if the whole drawing is yellowed from age but there's some white somewhere, it's an easy shorthand to show that the scuff mark or whatever was not originally part of the drawing (great way to add some nasty stains lol)

#info asks #i don't have like a specific set of steps i follow i kind of freestyle it every time #obviously i have favourites i like to use but like that sphinx drawing? don't ask me how i did it because i don't remember #i just played with it until it looked nice. the blue dots are ... some sort of effect layer i don't remember which

[chosos-slut]

~ | " mine. "

[ pairing ] roommate!kamo choso x male reader [ genres ] fluffy romance, heavily suggestive [ cw ] phsyical contact, making out [ author's notes ] nsfw version incoming bitch (i forgot to put the title on the sukuna fic dont trash on me) [ words ] 1464 [ another good read !] obsidian ceiling *heian era!sukuna* please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

choso heaved a heavy, tired sigh, letting his weight fall backward into his pillows- big, fluffy, and covered in black satin pillowcases. he let out a content, grateful, and utterly exhausted moan, followed by a big yawn. he stretched his arms up toward the ceiling, then let them fall limp on either side of his body, putting him in a comfortable sort of spread-eagle position.

choso simply lay there for a while, fifteen minutes passing where he didn't think at all. he simply lay there, existing. then a thought crossed his exhaustion-clouded mind.

he'll be home soon.

i can tell him.

choso grinned excitedly, rolling over onto his side and staring over at the bedroom door. after a (really) long moment he blushed a color similar to the youtube logo, a grin spreading onto his face. he rolled over onto his back, smiling happily, then he took four seconds for his lungs to inhale a deep breath. he held it in for four seconds, then let it out, taking about six seconds to completely exhale all the carbon dioxide. he closed his eyes, finally letting himself fall asleep- he slipped gently into a light, soft slumber.

but that one thought… "i can tell him…"

that thought lingered in the front of choso's mind, a feeling similar to the effects of a happy pill befalling his body- but without the inconvenient side effects.

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you lingered on the doorstep of your shared apartment for a moment, yawning loudly before quickly unlocking the door to the apartment, stepping swiftly inside and closing the door behind you. you slipped quietly into the bedroom- quietly as you could, of course, because you knew for a fact that your roommate was asleep on the bed. you wouldn't have even had to look to know- he was snoring the same way you used to.

you dropped your bag onto the desk next to the book shelf, entering the en-suite bathroom.

you bent over the sink, groaning quietly into your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it into the hamper outside the bathroom door. you then went straight back to the sink, turning on the hot water. you filled up your cupped hands with hot water, tossing it upward and splashing it on your face. you turned and walked a couple feet and bent over the shower, shakng your head like a cat who fell into the tub. you turned again ad went to leave the bathroom, but as you reached the doorway into the bedroom your hand froze over the bathroom light switch, your face turned bright red, and your eyes widened, your heart starting to race.

choso was naked in bed, and he hadn't even pulled the covers up over himself.

well.. he had his black boxer shorts on… but nothing else.

he was otherwise completely naked, sprawled out comfortably on the bed you and he shared, in a cute sort of spread-eagle position.

choso's body was illuminated in pale white moonlight, his thickly muscled body shining in the light of the full supermoon.

you tried your very best not to look, you really did- but your efforts were futile.

"like whatcha see, bunny?"

your heart stopped for a second.

"you look absolutely delectable with that blush on your face, m/n. it makes me wanna take you for myself."

"i-um-" you started to say something to try to defend yourself, but the part of you that knew he wouldn't bully you over it shut you up real quick.

choso grinned, sitting up on his elbows and looking right at you, making direct eye contact with you.

your face turned an even more violent shade of red, now exceeding the vibrance of a japanese shrine.

choso giggled, sitting up completely in bed he stared fondly at you for a moment, then got up rather quickly and without very much warning. he made a casual, slowish beeline for you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you flush against his chest. his hands slid up your sides, shoulders and neck, then he cupped your face in his big, warm hands, forcing you to look at him. he waited a moment, letting you catch your breath- then he stole it from you lasciviously, bending down and stealing your lips in a hot, passionate, heart-skipping kiss.

"i love you, m/n." he said simply into your lips, picking you up by your waist and pressing you against the wall, making you wrap your legs around his waist reflexively. your arms went upward entirely non-reflexively and of their own accord, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss deliciously.

choso growled possessively into your mouth, purposely making you moan. he used this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, squeezing your thighs with both hands before one hand went up and tangled into your hair. he yanked softly on the hair on the back of your head, right near the baby hairs, making you moan loudly into his mouth.

choso did let you breathe- eventually. before that, he spent a few seconds kissing you roughly and heatedly one more time before dropping you carefully back onto your feet and holding you avariciously against the wall with both hands on your waist. he touched his forehead to the top of your forehead right next to your hairline- he was that much taller than you- and looked into your eyes, trying to control his own breathing and heartbeat as he waited for you to say it back.

he knew you felt the same way, after all. he was a hundred and fifty-four years old, he had learned over a century ago how to read people's emotions toward him.

your chest heaved as you tried to control your breath, which had become sort of ragged and heavy as you looked up into choso's eyes, trying to find the strength to speak.

you grinned, putting your hands on his head and letting your fingers tangle into his thick, pretty black hair. you pulled him down and pressed your lips against his again, whimpering needily into the kiss in response to another low, possessive, heated growl that ripped from the bottom of choso's chest.

you let your heart slow down to its normal speed, then took another moment for your own emotions before you responded, smiling and pulling choso almost impossibly closer.

"i love you too, choso.." you pretty much whispered, blushing furiously as you tried really hard not to panic in response to the words that had just come out of your mouth.

choso grinned, hugging you tightly and picking you up again. he carried you effortlessly backward to the bed, dropping you carefully onto the black satin bedsheets.

"ugh, you're so god damned hot, cho…"

"cho?" choso repeated teasingly, "is that the first time you've called me that, m/n? or is your mouth moving faster than your heart and head?"

you blushed, pouting and looking away furiously. "no…" you spat, trying to keep up the facade, "i'm jus'- i thought it was cute. so i decided to call you cho."

choso's grin widened and he giggled, kissing you roughly before growling quietly against your lips, "say that again, i liked it." his voice was low, deep and husky, telling you that he had been in a pretty deep sleep before you had come home. the sound of his voice sent a shiver of heat and anticipation down your spine, blood rushing downward in your body.

"you're so hot, cho…" you whined into his lips, moaning whoreishly into his mouth when he used the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth again, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly.

"you're mine now, m/n." he hissed into your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly.

you grinned, hugging him just as tightly. "and you're mine."

"i can settle with that, kitten…" he purred into your ear, grinning when he felt your face heat up.

you grinned, blushing. "kitten? is that the first time you've called me that, choso? or is your mouth moving faster than your heart and head?"

choso chuckled, grinning widely as you mirrored his earlier cheeky comment. he slapped your cheek lightly, licking your neck.

"no, i've called you that before… i just so happen to own a diary, and no, kitten, you're not allowed to read it."

you snorted, kicking choso's cheek. "pff, i'm good. i'd rather find out the things you dream about doing to me in real time."choso's grin widened to the point where it kind of hurt, but he didn't care. he finally had you all to himself…

and he was never going to let go of you.

"mine."

© chosos-slut.

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[green-agent]

Crush

Jung Wooyoung x fem!Reader

Highschool au, Implied academic rivals to lovers.

Genre: fluff, crack, slight jealousy

W.C: 600

Warning: mentions of a playboy (not Woo) let me know if I missed something.

Note: Just randomly had this idea. I was having a long writer's block cus of Brewing Love Next Door so the series can continue later.

"You have a crush on her"

"I do not!", said a furious Wooyoung. Making Yeosang roll his eyes.

"then why are you so interested in her love life?", San added, slamming shut his notebook.

"Look, I just don't want her to date Jinwoo, okay? He's a playboy, she's gonna get her heart broken." Wooyoung scoffed.

"First of all, she isn't an idiot. Second of all, if you dislike her so much, why do you care if she gets her heart broken?" Said Yeosang in a 'are you dumb' tone, opening a book on Mathematics.

"And seriously, do you think she would want to date Jinwoo?" Mingi spoke.

"I mean... he's handsome. So…" Wooyoung mumbled, suddenly feeling insecure.

"and he has dated half the girls in our class. It's no surprise. Y/n, out of everything, knows good. I mean Ruka, her best friend at that time, dated Jinwoo and now? She hates the word love." Yunho stated.

"Ruka also hates Y/n, what about it?"

"Wooyoung, you just have to admit. The feeling you're feeling right now is jealousy.", Explained Mingi.

"I'm not jealous!" Wooyoung said a little loudly, earning a glare from the librarian.

"said every male lead after seeing the female lead with another guy." Yeosang stated with annoyance.

"And what if I do like her?" Wooyoung sighed, annoyed by his friends' nagging.

Yunho,Yeosang, San and Mingi exchanged victorious looks.

"Then you should confess" Yunho grinned.

"HELL NO"

"Mr. Jung, do we need to talk?" Said the librarian, glaring at Wooyoung, who quickly apologized and 'no'.

"hell no" he repeated.

"do you want her to date Jinwoo, then? No, right? Then confess" San said as if it was the most obvious thing.

A familiar classmate and friend tapped on Wooyoung's shoulder. "And who is it that you like?"

Annoyed, Wooyoung replied before turning around, "don't be oblivious, Jongho, it's Y/n-", and once he had turned around, he definitely didn't expect to see You. All grinning. How was he that big of an idiot to not differentiate between his friend and crush?

"you have a crush on me?", You said, grinning at him.

"y-y/n, what are you doing here?…" He stuttered, making the other four boys have a hard time not laughing.

"if you somehow managed to forgot, Wooyoungie, the library is my second favorite place in this school" You said, adding the nickname to tease him.

"and the first?" Jongho finally came back to the table with the book on Biology he was looking for.

"the cafeteria. But that's not what I'm here for. I was originally here to ask you out on a date. So, Wooyoung, wanna go out with me?" You said, loving the effect you had on him.

He was kinda... okay not kinda, but very red.

"date? Oh-um... y-yeah...sure, I'd go with you", he managed to speak.

"great, so I'll meet you this evening, at the Destiny Cafe. Like at...5?"

"sounds great..."

"I'll see you later, then. Bye!" You said, walking out of the Library with a proud smile.

And Wooyoung stood there, red. Blushing and smiling. Internally screaming cus oh em gee! His crush asked him out.

"oh my, Woo, she asked you out first!"

"yeah, you better not be a dumbass during the date"

"buy her flowers!"

"and if you have time, bake or cook her something delicious"

The four sentences were said by his friends, who said what, he didn't remember. He was too happy to listen.

You asked him out.

His crush asked him out.

If you are a reader of Brewing Love Next Door, I'm sorry to inform you but the updates will be very late. I'm sorry again 😔.

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[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt. 7

Gif not mine

A/N: A first date. Ish. Also, I do not understand fashion, can't put together an outfit irl to save my life. I had to do much googling and running the descriptions by several people before I deemed it "acceptable". Again, edited while stoned. Lissen. Lissen. It helps with my seizures more than any medications ever have and now that I'm allowed to smoke again, I will be. I wrote this while in the hospital if I recall so hopefully the time I was able to dedicate to it shines through?? Eh.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-6 here

When Wanda told you that morning she had a surprise planned, you weren't quite sure what to expect. As a woman with the ability to bend reality, the possibilities were endless. You inquired about the dress code, hoping for some insight into where she might be taking you. However, she left you puzzled when she said you could wear whatever you were comfortable in. When you sought clarification, expressing concerns about being under or overdressed, she delighted in flustering you. “Detka, you could wear a paper bag, and you would still be the most beautiful person in the room.”

You resisted the urge to flee the room when you saw the hungry look she gave you. Stumbling over your words, unsure of what you had said, you simply nodded and went back to your room to get ready. Soft chuckles echoed down the hall as you left, and you were thankful she couldn't see the pink dusting your cheeks. It was clear that she knew the effect she had on you, and her laughter confirmed it. It seemed like flustering you was her favorite pastime, and she had stopped pretending otherwise. Unsure of what to do with this information, you searched your closets for something suitable for the day.

Uncertain about the plan, but wanting to strike a balance between casual and dressed up, you decided to wear a dove grey short-sleeved button-up shirt. This choice exuded a casual yet polished vibe. The short sleeves provided a relaxed and laid-back appearance, while the button-up style added a touch of sophistication. Rolling up the sleeves suggested a practical and comfortable approach, perfect for a less formal setting. If Wanda were to take you somewhere slightly fancier, you could always unroll the sleeves.

For the pants, you decided to go with black slim-fit chinos. They offer adaptability, comfort, and the ability to seamlessly transition between different dress codes and occasions. You paired them with a simple black leather belt with silver accents. As for the shoes, you selected black and white Bruno Marc Rivera Oxfords. These shoes strike a balance between the formality of dress shoes and the relaxed comfort fit of sneakers.

Once you had picked out your outfit, you headed to the bathroom to get ready. Unlike witchy, you didn't have magic to speed up the process. Wanda hadn't given you a specific time limit, but it was probably better to get ready sooner rather than later. After a quick shower, you applied a simple layer of tinted moisturizer to your face. Feeling more prepared, you got dressed and made your way to the main hall to meet Wanda.

You were wholly unprepared for the sight that greeted you.

Before you stood Wanda, dressed in a red and black half turtleneck striped knitted peek-a-boo sweatshirt. The collar doesn't reach Wanda's chin, giving a tantalizing view of her neck, and the shoulder cutouts accentuate her defined muscles. She has paired the sweatshirt with faux leather dress leggings and black high-heeled booties. Her fingers are adorned with several silver rings, and you try not to imagine how they would feel if she were to touch you. As you take in her entire appearance, you gulp. Finally, your eyes meet, and Wanda grins knowingly, making you blush bright pink, and you know she has likely heard your thoughts.

“You look great, Wands.” you complimented, shyly.

The witch preens at your praise and returns it in kind. “You look pretty handsome yourself, detka. Are you ready to go?”

“Well since you won’t tell me where we’re going, I suppose so.” you tease, hoping she will relent and tell you the surprise.

Wanda simply smirks at your attempt and opens a portal behind her. Gesturing "after you," she invites you to confidently step through ahead of her. There was a time when you would have been terrified to go through any magical portal without Wanda physically by your side. However, you had seen enough of her skill to know that nothing bad would happen to you. As soon as you step through the portal, you find yourself facing a fish tank that spans an entire wall. Your heart soars with joy as you realize that Wanda has brought you to an aquarium, one of your favorite animal exhibits.

A soft hand slipped into yours and you heard the warm timbre of Wanda’s voice next to your ear. You could tell she was smiling. "Surprise."

You turned to look at the witch, your gaze filled with awe and gratitude. The only time you had ever been to the aquarium was during a school field trip, which you had managed to afford with some money you had scrounged up over the course of a few weeks. No one had ever taken the initiative to treat you to the aquarium before.

Wanda smiled warmly at you. "I know you feel anxious in large groups of people, so I rented the place just for us. You can take your time exploring any of the displays without worrying about anyone getting in your way. We have the entire day, dorogoya, and I have another surprise planned for dinner." She gently squeezed your hand and gave you a quick wink.

A gentle warmth fluttered in your chest, as if a burden had been lifted. No one had ever shown such thoughtfulness and kindness towards you. The fact that Wanda had listened attentively when you shared your fondest childhood memory of visiting the aquarium, and went out of her way to recreate that experience for you just to see you happy, made your heart feel alive like never before.

Overflowing with appreciation and joy, you couldn't help but throw yourself into the witch's arms. With her reflexes honed during her time with the Avengers, she caught you in a gentle embrace. As she felt her sweatshirt becoming damp with your tears, Wanda was about to ask what was wrong, but before she could utter a word, you whispered a quivering "thank you" while holding onto her tightly.

For Wanda, this didn't feel like the anticipated victory. Instead, her focus was solely on how perfect it felt to have you in her arms, as if that was how it should always be. She had missed you so much. While being the big spoon every night technically meant she was still holding you, it was a completely different experience for you to actively seek out her touch. Now that you were, Wanda never wanted to let you go.

She whispered comforting words to you while holding you, with one hand gently playing with your hair as you calmed down. After what felt like both an eternity and not enough time, you released yourself from her embrace and wiped away some of your tears. You apologized, feeling embarrassed. In a gesture of comfort and intimacy, Wanda's thumb wiped away the remaining tears from your face.

“You never have to apologize for your feelings, Y/N. Not to me. I am glad you trust me enough to be so vulnerable.”

You watched, dazed, as Wanda brought her thumb, the same one that had just wiped away your tears, to her mouth. While maintaining direct eye contact with you, she slowly inserted her thumb into her mouth and used her tongue to clean your tears from it.

“Uh.. Yeah. S-sure.” Ever the quick wit from you…

Pillow-like lips curved playfully. "Come on, detka, let's see what this place has to offer?" The witch extended her hand to you, and in your daze, you accepted it. She simply had to guide you to the first exhibit before your initial shock gave way to excitement for the day. Soon, you were practically bouncing from one plexiglass panel to another, enthusiastically discussing the beautiful fish you encountered. Throughout the entire experience, you never released Wanda's hand, and she was thrilled to let you hold on.

Wanda was captivated by your innocent excitement. Her laughter tinkled melodically as you narrated the fish's experiences to her, even going so far as giving them names. Your enthusiasm for your special interest, your extensive knowledge about fish surpassing her own, and your ability to provide additional details not found on the descriptive plaques, left Wanda gazing at you with love and amusement in her eyes. Of course, you were too engrossed in the beautiful fish to notice, and she happily listened to your enthusiastic info dumping.

As you explored the aquarium, you couldn't help but wonder if this feeling of joy was what children often experienced. Being able to take in the exhibits at your own pace, with Wanda attentively listening to your ramblings, made you feel carefree and happier than ever before. Never diminishing your enthusiasm; Wanda remained engaged throughout, even asking follow-up questions to your explanations. It didn't occur to you, but you hadn't let go of each other's hands almost the entire time, and it seemed that neither of you had any intention of doing so anytime soon.

The highlight of the experience was when you and Wanda turned the corner and you found yourselves in an outdoor viewing area that led to an enclosure. As you approached, your excitement grew - it was an interactive penguin encounter! A person dressed in a wetsuit entered through a door at the back of the enclosure and made their way towards you, indicating that they were ready to let you in. After opening the gate, they introduced themselves and warmly welcomed both of you. You turned to Wanda in disbelief, unable to contain your excitement about the opportunity to play with real, live penguins!

Wanda smiled tenderly at your surprise and gently nudged you to follow the trainer into the enclosure. Your hands only now separated, and you almost, almost wanted to skip the adorable birds just so you could continue holding the witch's hand. Excitement prevailed in the end though because how often does one get the chance to pet penguins?

The trainer went to get a bucket of fish and brought it over to you, demonstrating how to entice the penguins to your side. Although the semi-frozen fish felt disgusting when touched, you were willing to endure any uncomfortable texture rather than miss out on this opportunity. With bait in hand, you beckoned to a nearby penguin, waving the fish to gain its attention. Success! The penguin waddled over to you, and you tried to not to lose your shit at how adorable the bird was.

The penguins were clearly accustomed to human interaction. They showed no hesitation in getting close to you to retrieve their dinner. You had anticipated having to throw a fish or two before the penguins would come close enough to touch, but to your surprise, one of the penguins allowed you to pet it while it enjoyed it's meal.

All the while, Wanda stayed in the background, capturing countless pictures, and several videos of you cooing and awing over the birds. By now you had a waddle of penguins surrounding you, and you were thrilled to interact with each and every one of them, not wanting any to feel left out. Eventually it was time to go, but you insisted the trainer take a picture of you and Wanda crouching with the penguins, Wanda feeling overjoyed that you wanted her to be included in this memento.

At first, she stood slightly to the side, positioned to be in the photo but not to draw the focus from you. However, you weren't having any of that, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her gently into your side. She laughed at your enthusiasm, grateful for the gesture. While the trainer took the photo, your smile shifted from the camera to Wanda, filled with adoration for arranging such an amazing day for you. Unaware of your change in focus, the witch was too absorbed in the pleasant feeling of being pulled close to your side while the picture was taken.

At last, it was time to go, and the aquarium employee led you guys to where you could wash your hands. Throughout you were waxing poetic about how this was the best experience of your life, and you were pretty sure you were going to go to sleep that night dreaming about penguins. You couldn’t wait to print out the last picture of the two of you and frame it. You thanked the witch profusely.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, detka. I only wanted to provide you with a memorable experience.” Wanda smiled at you fondly.

“It certainly was that! I don’t think anything could ever top today!”

The witch grinned. “The day isn’t over just yet, dorogaya, we still have a little bit more.”

Your eyes widened. “More? What more could there possibly be?”

“Not much, but it is time for dinner, and why go elsewhere when the aquarium has it’s own restaurant?”

You weren’t going to lie, you had expected the restaurant to be cafeteria style, but you weren't disappointed by the idea. So, when you and Wanda walked in and saw the cozy, dimly lit restaurant, you were pleasantly surprised. In the center, there was a tube-shaped tank stretching from the floor to the ceiling, filled with some of the most vibrantly colored fish you had ever seen. The restaurant itself seemed to curve around this centerpiece as if it was made to showcase the tank. It probably had been.

There was limited seating available, with only one table already set up to host, situated right next to the tank. The table was adorned with a crisp navy linen tablecloth, plush chairs, and a small candle, creating an atmosphere of intimate seclusion. As the maître d’ guided both of you to the seating area, you couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful setting. Despite being a local attraction, this restaurant exuded a sense of luxury. Before the host could pull out your chair for you, Wanda intervened, gesturing for you to sit. Blushing, you followed her instructions, feeling pleasantly taken care of, as she carefully pushed your chair closer to the table and then took a seat herself.

The maître d’ introduced themselves and informed you that your waiter would be with you both shortly. Taking the time to get situated, Wanda asked you how you were enjoying your day so far. Naturally you launched into excited chatter about how wonderful it was, how happy you were to be here, and how thankful you were that Wanda had arranged this for you. You were practically gushing in your gratitude.

“Speaking of, witchy, how did you manage to pull this off anyway? Just out of curiosity. It can’t have been easy to get this done in such a short time frame.”

A wry grin spread across Wanda's face. "You'd be surprised what a little bit of magic and a black card can achieve." She winked, causing your stomach to flutter, and you gulped.

“Well consider me impressed. I think if I were to ever try the same thing, there would probably have a waitlist for a couple years.” You chuckled.

The pair of you settled into easy conversation, covering yours and Wanda’s favorite sights that day.

Of course, your favorite part was the penguins. How could it not be? Not only did you get to see them up close and personal, but you were also able to feed and pet them. You couldn't contain your excitement about printing out the picture, though intentionally not asking to see it on her phone because you didn't want to know what date would show, or if Wanda would even allow you to look. You didn't want to risk spoiling a perfectly good day by asking too many questions and potentially putting the witch in a bad mood.

Wanda's favorite was also the penguins, mainly because she found you incredibly adorable when you interacted with them. Witnessing your happiness, carefree nature and knowing that she had played a part in bringing that joy to you, made her immensely happy.

"I'm glad you're having a good time, detka. You know I would do anything for you," she said, her tone soft and inviting, as she took your hand in hers. Hearing the sincerity in her words, once again you felt upset with yourself for ever doubting her intentions. How could you even think she would betray you in any way? The touch of her hand on yours brought you back to the present moment, and a comforting feeling of warmth spread within you.

Just then, the waiter approached and introduced themselves, asking if you needed a moment or if you were ready to order. Anxiety immediately clouded your mind as you realized you hadn't even opened the menu yet. Before your panic could set in though, Wanda spoke up and ordered for both of you. It was interesting to you, because in past experiences you aggressively disliked when someone ordered for you without consulting you first. This time however you felt surprisingly comforted by it.

Perhaps it was because Wanda was a mind reader, or maybe she just knew you well enough to choose the perfect meal for you. Either way, you were more than content with the meal she had picked. Not to mention the warm feeling blooming in your chest at Wanda, having no doubt noticed your anxiety, had simply taken charge of the moment, so you didn't even have to think.

Once the food arrived, you realized that you were in fact ravenous. The embarrassingly loud growl from your stomach served as a reminder that neither you nor Wanda had eaten anything since breakfast. Sharing a knowing glance, you both burst into giggles. The food turned out to be even more delicious than anything you had ever expected, and you attributed it all to the witch standing before you. An immense sense of gratitude towards Wanda washed over you and you weren't sure if you could ever properly express it.

You glanced at the witch after taking your first bite and were surprised to see her thin hazel irises almost entirely eclipsed by blown pupils. Blinking, you replayed the last thirty seconds in your head to understand what had happened and realized that you might have accidentally moaned at the taste of the incredible food. Oops.

Meanwhile, Wanda's food remained on her fork, halfway to her mouth. The intensity of her gaze made you squirm, feeling as if she would prefer to devour you instead of the food currently on her fork. Your cheeks turned pink, and you coughed, feeling embarrassed.

You mumbled quietly, "The food is amazing."

Voice husky, thick with an emotion you weren’t sure you were ready to name, Wanda replied, “I’m glad you are enjoying it, lyubov moya. Eat as much as you want, if you want more, we can always order extra.” She finally took the bite which had been suspended, all the while never breaking eye contact with you. You subtly rubbed your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure caused by the increased blood flow to your core.

You quickly redirected your attention to your dinner, trying not to wolf it down in an attempt to distract yourself from the tension. Although you weren't completely certain about the situation, it seemed a possibility that the witch was flirting with you. The atmosphere had suddenly become so tense, and you struggled to understand it. Lack of experience with romantic partners, coupled with your tendency to feel awkward when someone you liked showed even the slightest interest, made it difficult for you. It's no surprise that your social ineptitude often prevented many romantic connections from flourishing in the first place.

Sensing your unease, Wanda swiftly breezed onto another topic. There would be an opportunity to press later on, but it was important to find the right balance between pursuing you and scaring you off. Luckily, she had plenty of time to make it work. And being able to read minds certainly helped.

Grateful for the reprieve, you effortlessly transitioned to the new topic, and suddenly everything felt right again. The rest of dinner went by without any further incidents, and you could honestly say that this day was possibly the best moment of your life.

Wanda appeared to understand your desires, needs, and worries with practiced ease. You had very few friends before meeting her, but after today, you would consider her to be your favorite person. Sure, there had been a few hiccups along the way, and perhaps some concerning signs that you should probably investigate further, but overall, Wanda made you feel secure and content. That was more than enough for you to view things through some rose-tinted glasses as you found yourself yearning for more of her time and attention.

All good things must come to an end, and eventually, the waiter arrived with the check. True to her word, Wanda discreetly presented her black card for payment, aiming to do so in a subtle manner that was not ostentatious. As you both stood to leave, you subtly glanced at the bill, eyes widening at the price as well as the generous tip she left. She had not been kidding about her funds, and briefly, you wondered where the money came from. You hadn't known Wanda to have a job the entire time you had known her. Then again, perhaps the superhero gigs had paid well? You had half a mind to ask her about it later, but knowing you, it would probably be forgotten.

Once out of sight of the aquarium staff, the witch opened a portal back to your cottage. With her arm still around you, you both headed home.

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop

#Wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dark wanda x reader #yandere!Wanda #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader

[sevencolorsatlast]

Reverse Isekai SAGAU - Your Favorite Character Misses You (Part 1)

Part 1 (You're Here!) || Part 2

Edit 1: Added more headcanons! I've missed some details I had on mind ;w;

This wholesome idea came up out of nowhere after reading a bunch of Imposter SAGAU reverse isekais whereas a bunch of characters yeet themselves into the Creator's/Player's world to apologize for killing them at the first place.

What if, by chance, they ended up in your world while you were away for a very long time? Not really you being an Imposter or anything; it’s like the game telling you “Remember your favorite character you often play as? They actually miss you a lot. I’m gonna send them to you pronto!” then they just appear out of nowhere and scare the living shit out of you as they land in your house.

Other Notes: Default SAGAU / GN!Reader / Headcanon / +400 Words

Due to the sudden teleportation, they usually have items on their hands (an open book, a pen, a musical instrument or even their weapon) or look like they are going to who-knows-where, frozen in mid-walk/mid-run. 

It’ll take them a while to get them accustomed to the modern world. Now, there will be a lot of room for creativity here!

Examples: they call you "Your Grace/Your Excellency, etc." and you keep correcting them to call you by your name because you know people will give you weird looks if you and your fave are in public; teaching them what an internet meme is; they can practically borrow your/your old relatives' clothes (if it fits them) or outright steals from someone else if they are cunning enough that can get you into trouble; asking what are the names moving vehicles and you can (1) tell them what they are called (2) troll them by calling it something ridiculous and they repeat after you with a puzzled look on their faces. Be creative! :D

(forgot to add this detail oops) Depending on how high your friendship level is with your fave. If it's between Level 1-5, they are powerless as heck but will help you whenever they can.

But if you have Level 6-10 Friendship, they can summon their weapon out of thin air to protect you even if they don't have their Vision powers with them.

Poor Catalysts users. Depending on who they are: throw their weapon at someone's face as distraction / use their martial prowess (aka beating the living daylights out of a person) / use their galaxy brain intelligence to get you both out of trouble / grab your hand to run as far away as possible to get you to safety.

However, their stats/artifacts are still on effect so imagine your fave getting into a fight and won the 50-50 Crit Rate/DMG with their hit / whatever weapon they are using.

When you finally open the game, you see an empty space in your roster/character menu but displays their name and everything like before - their artifacts you gave them, same weapons and talent levels too. 

For them to get back, this is silly but very wholesome - you need to make their favorite/specialty dishes and they eat it. Simple, right? Probably yes for some characters, probably no with most… as you tried to rack your brains on how to even properly cook, replicate the look/design, AND how it tastes.

Wait, have you ever tasted similar dishes to theirs beforehand? And what if you have allergies to a certain ingredient? They will/can help you but where on earth would you find that one ingredient exclusive to a certain store? 

Also, good luck not setting your kitchen on fire because I assume all of them haven’t seen a modern kitchen before.

Once you miraculously successfully replicated their dish in real life, they can go back to their world and you can play as them in the game as usual. They can basically go back and forth by making their specialty dish and offering it to your shrine whenever they want to see you again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin brainrot #sagau #sagau x reader #seven's tag

[mypoisonedvine]

Happy 30k to one of my favorite writers!!! You’re seriously so incredible and passionate and I love your work so so much.

Sleepover request if you feel so inclined: Bill Weasley and either sex pollen, werewolf shenanigans, or having to sneak around 12 Grimmauld Place

Cheers!

okay this was literally me reading all your different ideas

but I went with sex pollen and it turned out super long! and I had to rewrite it twice!

warnings: normal sex pollen stuff like dub con and rough sex, plus overstim, cheating, and creampie <3

length: 2k

“We can’t,” he kept repeating, more to himself than to you now.  “We can’t, we can’t…”

He said it with every panting breath— each breath that made his exposed, sweaty, toned chest rise and fall, each breath that passed through his slack, plush lips…

He was on the floor, across from you, where you’d fallen when standing had become too much; he leaned his back against the wall, and kept an arm draped carefully over his lap where you knew a bulge must have been threatening to burst through his corduroys— if this was affecting him at all like it was affecting you, which it looked like it was, considering you were both laying on the potion room floor.

Because this was where it all began: it was your idea to mess with some rare ingredients for fun after a long day of curse breaking, and you had to invite your favorite-coworker-turned-best-friend, because you did damn near everything together.  Everything, except the thing you couldn’t stop thinking about now.

He knew right away what you’d (accidentally) made, and what it would do to the two of you just from breathing the fumes.  He tried to warn you, but once it started there was no way to stop it— we just need to ride it out, he’d said, but remembering that while you looked at him now just made you thinking about riding him.

“We can’t,” he panted again, his prayer.

“Right,” you agreed, eyes running up and down his form as you felt his stare all over you.  “We can’t… why can’t we, again?”

He smiled a little, barely having the energy to laugh, and you just wanted to lick his teeth.  What’s gotten into me?!  “We… we’re coworkers,” he reminded you.  “We shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happens.  Two of our coworkers are fucking already.”

His eyes widened.  “Which ones?”

“I’ll tell you if you touch me.”

“Damn it,” he groaned.  “It’s not just that— we’re friends.  Really good friends.  It’s not… it could mess things up with us.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, even though you didn’t really care about whatever crap he was coming up with— another pang of need hit you between your legs, and your thighs clenched together.  

“And then there’s, you know, the boyfriend,” he added.  

“Right!  Yes, my boyfriend,” you agreed.

“He wouldn’t like it much if we…”

He trailed off, and you nodded.  “Yeah,” you sighed, “him.  You know, er… that guy…”

Bill sighed; “You forgot his name, didn’t you?”

“I think it starts with a ‘J’...”

He closed his eyes.  He was just as desperate as you, but he had enough logic to know that the effects would fade, and you wouldn’t be able to take back what you did under them.  And he was much more scared of you regretting this than of getting beaten up by the J-something guy.  “Whatever his name is, he… definitely exists,” Bill promised you.

As much as your boyfriend certainly did exist, you just knew that he could never make you feel like it would feel to jump Bill right now— to give in to every filthy desire coursing through your veins.  “It hurts,” you whispered.

Bill swallowed, and you watched his throat bob.  “Yeah,” he nodded in agreement.

There was a longer silence, and you shut your eyes, and you tried to think of anything else.  You tried to ignore the growing patch of wetness in your panties, the heat in the air that clung to your clothes, the way Bill looked with his shirt open to cope with the heat, the way Bill looked at you—

You bit your lip.  “Bill,” you said, and he just kept looking at you.  “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this to you right now.”

He watched you with that heavy, dark stare, and you wanted to drown in it.

“Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and writhing a bit against the wall.  “Don’t.  I have a hard enough time saying no to you already, before all this.”

“I know,” you whimpered, “and I know you can take this pain away, Bill, I know you can make it stop— please, I fucking need you right now—”

He shut his eyes tight, he hissed through his teeth, he tightened his fists at his sides and you could swear you saw his hips buck up in the air just a bit.

“I’ll be good— please, I’ll do anything—”

“Shut up,” he demanded.

“I wanted this,” you admitted, finally, “I thought about it.  Before now.”

In an instant, he was up and he was dragging you by the ankles to lay flat on the floor, under him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warned with a growl.

It was like you could feel the vibration of his voice right in your cunt.  “Never lied to you, Bill,” you promised, “I just never told you— I thought you didn’t— you never— but I wanted you—”

Before you could finish the thought, not that you’d finished any of those thoughts, he slammed his lips down on yours and kissed you so good that it already felt like a huge wave of relief; you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, desperate for more.

He groaned as his kiss moved to your neck and chest, his hands tearing ferociously at your clothes.

“You’re a better friend than me,” he admitted as he stripped you.  “I lied to you, all the fucking time— I wanted you more than anything— been mad for you since the beginning, really— god, if you’d told me…”

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, addicted already to his hands all over you, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties down your thighs but gasping when he snapped them at the side and tossed them away instead.  In a second, he had two fingers inside you, then three— you decided it was just the potion making you so wet.  

“Pretty cunt,” he decided as he scissored his fingers inside it.

“Fuck, Bill— just fuck me,” you moaned.

“Want you ready first,” he insisted.

You were thankful for the preparation, no matter how hasty it was, when he opened his trousers and got out his aching cock: it was so goddamn thick, if you were any less delirious you’d be afraid it would break you.  Instead, you just licked your lips.  “Need it in me, Billy, c’mon— need you inside me—”

He still spit on it first, even though you were dripping; maybe he just knew it would drive you just that much more wild.

It was so sudden, how he shoved himself inside you, and in a moment he was balls deep and you were arching your back up off the floor and he was holding your hips as he moaned.

There was nothing patient about it, neither of you could take that: it was rough and fast and desperate, the way he fucked you.  With him finally inside you, you had enough wherewithal to start relieving him of his clothes— his vest first, then his shirt which definitely lost a few buttons on your way, and then your feet helped push his trousers down his thighs because you just felt like being skin to skin with him was the only cure.  He seemed to agree, with the way he pressed his chest to yours and held you close and kissed you hard; you moaned against his lips until you couldn’t even keep your head up anymore and it fell back to the floor limply.

“You thought about it,” he recalled, “you wanted it.”

You nodded, dazed.

“Was it like this?”

You smiled a bit, shaking your head.  “Not quite like this— you’re so sweet, Bill, I thought you’d be sweet with me…”

“I would, fuck, I would’ve,” he promised, “but I can’t slow down— you feel so fucking good, I swear I can’t slow down—”

“No, don’t,” you whimpered, “feels perfect, Bill, fuck me just like this— fuck me like—”

He waited for you to finish, and you just choked on the words.

“Like—”

“Spit it out, then.”

“Like I’m yours,” you blurted out.  “Make me yours.”

He grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you down, fucking you even harder, watching you come around his cock— and he still didn’t slow down, not even when you were sobbing and writhing under him with your back arching up off the floor, not even when the only thing you could say was his name, not even when your body could barely take it anymore.

He hardly even slowed down when he came— he did, for a moment, but then he just started up again and came inside you again, and again.  Only the fourth time was he totally spent; and you, you were a total mess as he collapsed on top of you, numb inside and out and not even sure what was real and what was a fever dream anymore.

But you were right, the pain was gone.  Slowly, but surely, the delirium faded as well, and reality set in.

The longer the silence went on, the more you knew it needed to be broken.  “Has it worn off for you, too?” you asked hesitantly, and his breathing changed; he’d almost fallen asleep, you realised, and you sort of regretted waking him.

He lifted his heavy head from your chest, but kept it close as he looked down at you.  “I think so,” he breathed, “I hope so, don’t think I could go again if I wanted to.”

Another, much shorter, silence filled the air.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded.  “Yeah— a lot better than before.”

He nodded, too, and there was something awkward about it, but not in the way you expected: it was awkward because you were wondering if he felt the same way you did about this.

You could feel his come leaking out of you, even with his cock still inside— there was too much to keep in you, it was literally overflowing, puddling under you.  When he tried to pull out, though, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in you— he gave you a quizzical look.  “S’gonna hurt,” you frowned.  “I’ll be sore, probably for days.”

He seemed to be trying to hide his reaction to that, but you felt his cock flex against your walls.  “Have to separate sometime,” he noticed, “some of us have work tomorrow.”

“Both of us have work tomorrow,” you corrected, but that only reminded you both that you worked together and this actually just fucking happened.  The lingering question that loomed over your heads grew a bit bigger.

“I… I won’t hold you to anything you said,” Bill offered softly.  “You were poisoned.  Hopefully your boyfriend will understand that, too.”

You glanced to the side.  “Yeah, that he might understand… but how long I’ve been thinking about you?  He won’t be as sympathetic to that.”

Bill smiled a bit, looking down at you with the most overwhelming tenderness in his stare.  “Tell him tomorrow,” he requested.

“So you can fuck me again tonight?” you assumed.

“No, I— Merlin’s beard, woman!” he widened his eyes.  “I just wanted a night’s head start before he comes after me, to set me straight for shagging his girl on the floor!  You— again?!  What happened to ‘sore for days’?”

You shrugged.  “Just wanted to give you a chance to be sweet with me, like you said.”

“You’ll get your sweet lovemaking in three-to-five business days,” he sighed.  “My poor cock’s gonna fall off otherwise.”

“Oh please, your ‘poor cock’ had the time of its life today,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe, but I would’ve rather been able to fuck you properly, not… like this,” he sighed.

“If this isn’t a proper fucking, I shudder to imagine what is,” you laughed.

“No, I mean— to take my time with you.  Savour you.”

“Yeah, like a steak,” you frowned, but he laughed.

“I can tell it’s you again, you’re being mean to me like usual,” he grinned.  “I missed it.”

“I can be mean to you in bed, Weasley— that can absolutely be arranged.”

He smirked.  “So that’s the last time I’ll get to hear you beg for me?”

Raising your eyebrows, you replied, “I never said that.”

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #30k sleepover #request #this took two fucking hours #im so sorry #but i had to do what i had to do

[tourettesdog]

DPxDC Dog Prompts

Here’s my collection of DPxDC prompts I’ve made, collected together! 

Most of them lean towards Gotham/Batpham content, since that is where my own interests with the crossover are most prominent.

A lot of these prompts have had continuations and fics added in the notes! If you like one, I’d recommend checking to see if anyone’s done more with it.

I might reorganize these some other time, perhaps by length/type of prompt, etc, but for now it’s just roughly in order of when they were posted.

If any links are broken, tell me and I’ll see about finding the link!

Adopting a ghost (just a ghost, right?)

Oops yeah Vlad’s sus

We forgot the clone detail

Let’s try that summon again

Please let me help you’re gross

An electric core

You summoned me so I’m your problem

Halfa (not that he noticed)

Dani and Haly’s Circus

Batman’s a ghost, right?

An anchor to the Zone

Accidentally raising Batman’s son

Stuck in Gotham, losing even more

John Constantine’s accidental trip

A sick trail

Too spooky no thanks

Blood Blossoms across Gotham

Trying to sneeze a way home

Accidental twin(?) acquisition

My dog now

 Old friends, unfortunate connections

Dinner interrupted

That dog’s green for another reason

Summoning a guardian instead

Danny isn’t what he expected

An uncomfortable heir

Apex predator Gotham

A girlfriend with a haunting past

Cleansing music

The forgotten queen

At the center of it all

Plans sidelined for a few ghosts

Amity stuck in the past

A dynasty built on ghosts

A haunting joke

A little to the left

Walker hates jokes

Vampiric wards?

Jack and Janet Drake go for a dig

Swapping ghosts for folks

Trapped for too long

Jason Todd: a bad anniversary

Taking care of a severed soulmate

Tim Drake has a portal accident

Disabled Dani

Technus hacks for a good cause

Freakshow picks up a stray Jay

Trying to save yourself without knowing it

Beast Boy’s a little bit spooky

The Fenton and Drake feud

A ghostly Batman

Johnny and Kitty from Gotham

Wtf just happened to the Earth?

Hood and the Holiday Truce

A Little Baby Man infestation

Jason, silent since the grave

A tomb like a cocoon

Deaged: there the whole time

Red Hood, ghostly beneath the helmet

When vigilantes ruin your disappearing act

Ghostly soul marks

Summonings and sharing exes

The call of a ghostly stone

An ill-advised cat burglary

Clockwork might not have been the best choice

Val moves to Gotham

Summoned in his stead

Damian gets to pick for once

A concerning return to AO3

The side effects of cleansing a core

Killed and saved by a joke

Red Hood gets souped

Gotham wants Jason back in his grave

A friendly ghost Robin goes missing

Wes needs to learn to shutup

Corrupted vs pure ectoplasm: FIGHT

Demon twins: an unfortunate “corpse” discovery

Demon twins: menace of Gotham

Ivy and Harley in Amity

Occult shop in Gotham

John gets pawned

Demon twins: Sam in the know (derogatory)

Crown too big for he gotdamn head

Little Baby Man after king fight

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dogprompts #batpham

[teecupangel]

It's me, the ratatouille AU anon again djjshd

The only thing that would make this even better is that Desmond hears US, the player, also. The amount of times I called him babygirl, or pretty little angel, or my special little boy. He'd be both horrified and flattered.

Also calling Juno a gnarly ghost lookin-ass bitch. I'm sorry Desmond, I know this is serious business but I can't look at her for longer than 5 seconds.

Hello, Ratatouille AU nonny! For those unfamiliar with it, here’s the post where Desmond’s ancestors can hear Desmond as he ‘controls’ them.

“Let me get this straight…” Shaun rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to understand the Bleeding Episode currently plaguing Desmond this time around, “You hear voices that’s not your ancestors or anyone they might have known. And you know they’re talking to you because…”

“They call me babygirl.” Desmond said calmly.

Too calmly.

Like the calm of a man who had given up all his sanity and has reached a zen state of craziness.

Rebecca furiously looked over all the documents they have about the Bleeding Effect that Lucy had given them.

Shit.

How accurate were these anyway considering Lucy’s true allegiance? 

These could all be fake or some of the important stuff could have been omitted like…

Desmond’s current situation.

“And… what do these voices tell you?” Shaun asked, curious enough to continue even though he could feel a migraine already coming.

“Uuuhh…” Desmond tilted his head slightly before saying, “Dad’s the worst father in these games and I should just beat the crap out of him… Juno’s a gnarly ghost and wants to enslave people after killing me… uuuhh…”

“Wait, wait, wait, what ‘games’?” Shaun asked.

“Oh.” Desmond blinked, looking like he actually just forgot to tell them that big bombshell, “We’re apparently game characters of this franchise called Assassin’s Creed and… uuuhh… I’m their bestest boi in the modern day setting.”

“Modern day setting…” Shaun repeated before asking, “Are you telling me that our entire existence is… fictional? We don’t exist? We’re just characters in this… video game franchise?”

“Oh crap.” Rebecca mumbled, realizing that Shaun was on the verge of an existential crisis. 

Fuck.

Of course the conspiracy theorist would latch on to that idea almost immediately!

“Shaun-”

“Pretty much.” Desmond shrugged before adding, “If it makes you feel any better, you and Rebecca are pretty much the only regulars of the modern day setting.”

“Oh, so our very existence have already been taken care of then? We’re just little puppets-” 

Rebecca sighed and ignored Shaun’s rant to ask Desmond, “So? Did these voices tell you anything at all on what’s going to happen after we save the world?” 

“Oh, yeah, about that…” Desmond turned to look at Rebecca as he said, “They told me to let the world burn… just to see how it goes and…”

“... as a treat.”

(Let’s be honest, guys, if we were given the ability to talk to Desmond, we’ll be such capricious ‘gods’.)

#all i’m saying is we know how the world end up like if desmond saves it #how about we check how it’s like if it does end? #modern day assassin’s creed set in a dystopian future #desmond hears everyone currently playing assassin’s creed #the past players sounds more muted and barely audible to him #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

[9w1ft]

Re: Carolina Herrera and Karlie. We’ve discussed this before, but a lot of people don’t know that Karlie is not simply the face of a perfume in the same way that Timothee Chalemet is the current face of one of Chanel’s perfumes, or Joe Alwyn did an ad for Tom Ford Beau du Jour one time. Good Girl perfume was created especially in conjunction with Karlie being the face of it. She’s not just the face of it, she is the Good Girl. It’s a whole other level of business partnership and branding. It’s been going strong for 7 years, and Good Girl continues to be one of the best selling perfumes in the world. You can be walking down the street in Slovakia or Shanghai or some place, and there’s Karlie The Good Girl on a billboard. Every airport with a duty free in the world, and most Ulta Beautys and Sophoras in the US have her picture showing. CH also happens to be the first runway she walked at fashion week when she was 15. She absolutely would have influence over what they do and we’ve seen it over and over again, including this year and last (remember Karlie did her pink smoke effect before Taylor filmed hers in the LH MV, and the midnight version of GG was developed and announced well before Taylor announced Midnights, and this stuff goes way back to the first ads which had subtle references to This Is What You Came For, and another one where she said “Don’t call me kid” long before Taylor released Illicit Affairs.) There is absolutely no way anyone will ever convince me these things aren’t pre-referencing Taylor’s work, or Taylor’s work is referencing these ads. And the only way this is possible is if Karlie knows ahead of time what’s coming (usually months ahead) and/or Taylor is referencing Karlie ads later. The only reason the former would happen is if they are on good terms (very good terms and Taylor is ok with it) and the only way the latter happens is if Taylor’s obsessed with Karlie.

thank you for typing this out for me i almost typed it up but was like, i’ve written about this, so i went to find a post and then i couldn’t find it immediately and then i started about my day and such and forgot 😆

i think if you’re new its hard to appreciate or grasp what brands are important to karlie. like i remember distinctly way back when when i first got here in 2018 looking at taymojis and people freaking out about there being a stiletto taymoji and how it was a kaylor reference and the photo people were using to talk about why it was a reference was —to me— just a pic of a carolina herrera ad where karlie was wearing a stiletto and i remember thinking to myself, come on guys it’s a shoe, what’s specific about a shoe?? but i was lacking the context of The Swift Life app being released in late 2017 (meaning it was being built/prepped throughout 2017, likely early 2017 with all the other rep promo) in combination with karlie having been made the face of what was then the new carolina herrera good girl perfume just the year prior (mid 2016), which was a big get for her at the time, and that the perfume bottle is stiletto shaped. now, looking back, i understand what about that taymoji was sus, given all this extra context. karlie now being the face of a perfume was a big achievement for her. and the achievement happened to be shoe shaped. so why not celebrate that? etc.

so anyway, if anon is feeling anything like the way i did, but are somewhat interested in kaylor anyway, i would suggest just sticking a pin in stuff like this and moving on for now and maybe coming back to it a half year or year from now after gaining a little more perspective and seeing if your perspective has changed

[ryoko-akari]

Screw it headcanons I have for Owen Carvour based on my own experiences as a Lefty because it's my turn on the "project onto your hyperfixation" talking stick.

He hates round doorknobs. I'm sure he probably doesn't have nearly the same hellish experiences I do with them but they still are the least effective type of doorknob, especially for lefties because of the weird way you have to turn your hand to open them. (Seriously, I've been stuck standing infront of doors with them for 5 minutes at some occasions because they don't have clear indicators of how far you need to turn them and it's very awkward to do with your left hand. Why do they exist. Stop making them.)

I really like the headcanons that Owen isn't religious, and I'd like to add onto this. Being left handed was very stigmatized against prior to the 70s, and this was especially the case within the Church, even today. A lot of naturally born lefties I know are ambidextrous or right handed today because of family ties to the church when they were younger that forced that on them. I was told by some of the caretakers when I was about 7 that I'd "never go to heaven because I was a left handed spawn of the devil." I can see Owen being raised religious and leaving it in his adulthood and it's why he's able to use his right hand fairly well on spy missions (and subsequently DMA), or attempting to outright refuse going because of this sort of normalized treatment and stigma.

Owen absolutely has a favorite brand of ballpoint pen because it's ink dries quickly so it doesnt smudge and get all over his hand and clothes when he writes. And he absolutely carries around multiple of these pens everywhere he goes and only uses them. You might think "oh its so people can't take fingerprints or something from the pen" but no its cause he doesn't like how smeared ink looks because it feels unprofessional. After Curt figured it out I feel like he'd probably carry around a box of it in his own go bag incase Owen's ever ran out but insisted it was because he liked the grip or something. (it was such a rarity he completely forgot he had them. Guess what he finds 4 years later among his things when he decides to get back into being a spy again.)

Continuing the headcanon that Owen draws and has his own sketchbook, and at a glance it's not difficult for Curt to tell among casual clothes which ones are his and which ones are Owen's, because Owen's have a bit of a shiny sheen to the left wrist sleeve from all the graphite and charcoal that gets absorbed into it. Owen hates it because of how difficult it is to get those stains out and Curt finds it funny when he fusses about it.

Owen hates it when people point out he's left handed, even in jest. Not only because hes a spy and does not need the added attention, but because it makes him feel like a zoo animal for people to gawk at, or some strange oddity on display. The only exception to this is if it's a kid pointing this out, especially if the child is Lefty too and excited about not being the only one. He won't outwardly show it, but he melts inside because he didn't get a lot of those interactions growing up either (if at all) and if it helps a kid feel a bit more normal then so be it.

There's probably more I'll add onto this but for now have these hehe.

#owen carvour #saf #spies are forever #tin can bros #curtwen #but not really #its just hard to talk about pre-fall stuff and not mention Curt #the hyperfixation is hyperfixating