#aight i hate it less now

[care666bear]

Trying to figure out if I'm gonna like the fish i bought by aggressively sniffing it frozen jesus christ how stressful

#i never ate fish until i moved east #i grew up with great red meat but not great seafood #but now that im older and less picky we venture into new zones but omg i am so worried about it #what if i hate it #i use to swear id never eat this shit and i still think clams & shrimp are yuck but white fish aight #im trying to hard to be okay with it #but im actually disgusted deep down inside

[dilfl0v3rss]

Please do bratty Connie x Ony I will give you my heart and lung PLS 😭and 500k

gimme the 500k😛

“pa put it down” ony grumbled his voice low and demanding as he stared daggers into the man in front of him. connie just sighed, tightening his grip on the sneaker as he gave his boyfriend angry eyes. “s’not fair tho. you jus bought sneakers the other day so why can’t i get a pair? actin like you can’t afford em or sum” connie mumbled his last sentence as he turned around to find an employee. this has been going on all day. since connie was able to pass all his finals, ony promised to spoil him a little bit, but that quickly blew up in his face when he seen the pointless shit his boyfriend had him buying.

from jeans that he knew connie would only wear once all the way to some cartier glasses that the boy absolutely did not need, ony was doing something he hated, wasting money. he decided to cut the shopping spree short, purposely bringing up food so connie could agree to leave. as ony walked him out of the mall so they could go eat, connie’s spoiled ass couldn’t help but wonder into a sneaker store, his light brown hands holding about four different pairs of sneakers as he went up to an employee for his size. as they left to go find his desired size, connie had the audacity to get up and look for another shoe to add to the list as if he didn’t just pick up four other ones. being the reasonable boyfriend he was, ony told him to put it back but of course he didn’t listen. connie went to another employee and asked her to go look for that shoe as well.

“c’mere papa” he mumbled, an angry look slowly making its way to his face as connie rolled his eyes before walking towards him. “what” his attitude only made ony more upset as he spoke lowly in his ear. “you actin like a brat right now and ion like that, pick one pair of shoes and after that we leaving” connie sucked his teeth at his words, quickly moving back from him before giving ony an annoyed look. “how you gon promise to take me out and get me whatever i want then gon tell me what i can and can’t have? that’s mad weird and now you pissing me off. ion even want the shoes no more and ian hungry either. jus take me home”

ony had been letting him slide for awhile now, knowing how stressed connie was while studying for his finals, but since connie has been getting a little too comfortable talking to him any type of way ony felt today was a good day to handle that. “aight” was all he said before walking towards the exit, not even waiting for connie to be at his side as he made his way towards the parking lot. connie rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself as he followed behind him.

it was in less than thirty minutes before ony had him on the side of the road, both hands spread on the window of his black benz as he relentlessly pounded into connie from behind. “today was posed t’be a good day papa, you just had t’ruin it wit that nasty ass attitude” he groaned, his dark brown hand landing hard slaps to the hot, red skin of connie’s ass. his whimpers and moans were soaking into the fabric of his shirt between his teeth as tears slid down his cheeks. “m’srryyyy” he whined, his slurred speech only making ony harder as he tightened the grip his other hand had on the back of connie’s neck.

“fuck i know baby, daddy still loves you” ony’s deep voice went straight to connie’s dick as he began to fuck himself back into ony to reach his release. ony notices this, quickly moving his hand from his ass to his waist to stop the desperate movements. “unt uhh you gon take what i give you. i love you, but you still gotta learn” with that he thrusted into him fully, enjoying the sound of his yelps as connie opened his mouth completely. the wet fabric of his shirt fell from his pink lips as he felt ony’s dick reach his g spot. “f-fuckk da pleaseee”

a smirk planted on ony’s lips, his hips never faltering as he reached around connie’s body to slowly stroke him with his hand. “please what pa, talk t’me” connie’s body jerked at the feeling, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he stepped closer and closer to his end. “p-please can i cum. m’not gon be able t’hold it da” he whined, his hands beginning to slip from the window. ony quickly grabbed both of connie’s hands, holding them in his grip as he pinned them back to the glass. “say you sorry first. you know ion play wit you like that” it was almost instant when connie started spilling apologies and “i love yous” all throughout the atmosphere of the car. “m’sorry da i really really am…..love you so much….so so much fuckk m’gonna cum”

ony smirked at his desperation, giving connie’s dick a tight squeeze before stroking him at a quicker pace. ony felt his release as well, slamming his hips into him harder as he spoke lowly in his boyfriends ear. “aight pa go head i forgive you” he groaned, leaving no room for a reply as the both of them let their orgasms rush through them. connie’s eyes lost focus as his body grew weak, his wet ropes of cum shooting onto the black leather seats of the car. ony came soon after, his thick ropes filling connie’s entrance to the brim as he stayed fully buried in him to catch his breath. as the sight of his weakened state, ony knew connie was seconds away from falling asleep, giving him light taps on the face to wake him back up. “stay wit me pa, i gotta clean you up”

ony made sure to get connie dressed, helping him back into the passenger seat before cleaning up the evidence of their actions from the back. as he sat down in the drivers seat, readying his keys to start the car he took a quick glance at his exhausted boyfriend. “here baby” he mumbled, holding out his phone for connie to take. as his light brown eyes looked at the screen he noticed a sneaker app with the search bar out for him to type something. “you furreal?” connie said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he looked at his boyfriend for approval.

a chuckle flew through ony’s brown lips, his inked hand gravitating towards the nape of connie’s neck as he spoke. “only the five you picked up at the store. if you get extra shit ima know and ima handle you aight?” connie nodded his head, not paying any more attention to his boyfriend as he went to search up the first pair he picked up. ony shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he started the car and headed in the direction of the chinese restaurant connie liked.

“spoiled ass”

#aot x black reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #connie springer smut #connie smut #aot onyankopon x connie #aot connie x onyankopon #onyankopon x connie #connie x onyankopon #connie springer x onyankopon #onyankopon x connie springer #aot connie springer x onyankopon #aot onyankopon x connie springer #aot onyankopon smut #aot connie springer smut

[strikersexhaver]

Ok but what if striker has a s/o that is the seven deadly sins, gluttony who is curvy maybe both sfw and nsfw? 👀

Oooo- this is an interesting one! Aight bet, firstly though, I will say I’ll mostly base off the Beelzebub lore plus what we know for our reader! Like how most princesses/princes are tall, so Reader is much taller than any other demon they’re still curvy though.

As usual! NSFW under the read more cut!

spoiler warning though for the latest episode, Western Energy!

Striker’s Bee 🐝 | Beelzebub!Reader

Striker never expected to be where he is now, with one of the most powerful demons in Hell. Solely because his hatred towards uppercrust demons, like yourself.

But to him, you managed to prove to him that- there’s an exception to royals on rare occasion.

He still hates royals mostly, even with whatever you say.

But before that, Striker had met you traveling to the Gluttony ring for murderous affairs. Apparently one of his clients wanted a Hellhound dead, one of your home’s bodyguards.

You bore witness to the event on total accident, your first instinct was punish Striker as per usual with events like this.

But you were intrigued, you had heard of an event in the Richest Cup Café where an imp had attempted assassination on a Prince of the Ars Goetia.

Not being a member yourself, you had the freedom to investigate things drama-free.

Striker looked for a way to escape, but your powers prevented him from doing so. The bees of your glutinous hive prevented every nook and cranny escape.

Normally, Striker would fight until his last breathe- but he knew to hold off and wait for an opening instead. He’s may be cantankerous but he’s not idiotic.

He looked up at you, a tall curvy person who was the Prince/Princess/Majesty of Gluttony.

He only listened to you for the sake of getting out of there, until you offered to pay him for information on what’s going on. Because you do love hearing all about drama, who doesn’t? You needed your honey tea after all.

It lead from talking about what happened between Stolas and Stella, to a more normal conversation that lasted longer than you two realized.

You helped him get back to Wrath via conjuring a portal, then waved him off.

You treated him like a person, on equal grounds and didn’t belittle him- it was, strange. Albeit, he’d assume it would be for the sake of business as you did pay him for information.

Which as per usual led to conversations, meaning you two talked and communicated. You’d tried your best to make him feel- equal.

Because he despises being treated as lesser, or like a pet obviously. So don’t pick him up, or belittle him, using names you’d give to a dog he will pitch a fit.

He found himself actually liking you, and usually saying you’re not one of the other royal trash there is.

He’s love language towards you is acts or service, as he internally is ashamed he’s dating a royal. Because of how boastful he was about hating royals.

He probably wants it to be on the DL, not public and that’s good for you.

It’d be a lie to say he didn’t find you attractive, he loves holding your hips (if you shift to a smaller form) sometimes he slides an arm around your waist.

He does it with a smug smile on his face and a slight flick of his tail.

As for in the bedroom, there were complications at first- establishing boundaries were important. As Striker I can see him not liking to be bottomed on often, since he dislikes being out of control.

But he will have some moments where he is,but very few.

He’s always preferred being a dominant, which may seem awkward sometimes however with the height difference.

Y’all find work arounds, even if you have to shift to a lower height to make it less so.

He loves your body, he absolutely does- he loves kissing down your thighs

He likes fucking you rough to see your ass jiggle, it’s pleasing to him.

When you top him, he’s either a power bottom or a brat.

He refuses to get pegged by you, nah, not a day in hell. He’ll let you ride his face and hold your thighs on him.

If he’s gonna die to a royal, it gotta be this way he refuses any other way.

#striker x reader #striker x reader helluva boss #striker x y/n #striker / reader #striker x oc #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #striker #striker and reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader

[mikaila-orchard]

Anduin still gets more respect and dignity than Sylvanas ever did and I'm still mad about it.

Aight, the new WoW trailer stirred up some old animosity that I have to get out lest it fester.

The problem I've had with Anduin for the past few years is something that isn't even strictly his fault, and is just symptomatic of how shitty the writing staff is. In theory, Anduin is an interesting bit of flavor for the Alliance. Someone who was raised in a very turbulent time in the Alliance's history, gone through some shit when he was too early to handle it and is plagued with self doubt because of it. All of this complimented by Velen's vision of Anduin's future going down two very different roads.

Alas, the problem is in execution. Because what we are left with in practice is a character who goes through comparatively less than other legacy characters (Thrall being raised as a slave, Jaina losing her home and loved ones regularly and Sylvanas with fucking everything) but who, by the time Shadowlands rolls around, insists that he is the one suffering the most and everyone else needs to get over themselves. And that wouldn't be so bad (hell, in Shadows Rising, it's kinda treated as a genuine character flaw) but that's not the case because WoW treats Anduin like the moral barometer of the franchise for many years now.

There are multiple examples of this throughout, but the biggest culprit is all across BFA and Shadowlands, where Anduin is made to understand the hardships that Sylvanas and the Forsaken have suffered, most of it by the Alliance's hands, and just shuts it down with "Everyone suffers, stop hiding behind your trauma and rise above it," and because BFA is framing him as the hero and Sylvanas as the villain he gets away with it. In the fucking Sylvanas book, he has the gall to say Sylvanas had a better life than him because she knew her mother and calls her selfish for committing suicide. And of course the book frames Anduin as being in the right about all of this because they decided Sylvanas holding him captive was the time they would even allow to let her reach out to someone and hope they understand her. The deck was always stacked against Sylvanas and in Anduin's favor in terms of audience sympathy.

But then, what happens in Shadowlands? He gets dominated by Zovaal, stabs the Archon (doesn't even kill her), maybe kills a bunch of unnamed npcs off screen, and fights his friends. Not a single tally to add to his body count while he was a puppet. And when he is freed from Zovaal's control, he doesn't lose his support system, he doesn't lose the respect of his loved ones or his people, and he's not put under pressure to just be okay again.

AND YET!

He still goes on this self imposed exile of his, and has been on it for over half a decade at this point, because he is just too haunted by everything he's 'seen and done'. Things that we as the audience don't really see. So in practice, the justification for all this on screen angst is so painfully weak. And yes, there's no wrong way to respond to trauma and there never will be, and Anduin's trauma responses are far from unrealistic.

But compared to Sylvanas, Anduin is giving a great deal more respect and dignity by the narrative for, comparatively, much less. Sylvanas was enslaved and forced to murder her countrymen (onscreen too, we MADE HER DO THAT in warcraft 3) and when she was finally freed, she had no support system besides her rangers and Nathanos, she was feared by her former homeland who only accepted her help out of desperation and was hated and distrusted by enemies and allies alike way before she might have done anything to deserve it. The game even leans into the idea that the Sylvanas who suffered all this trauma isn't the real Sylvanas and we just needed to restore her soul to have the pure pious ranger general back (barf). And she still has to toil away in superhell because the writers were too chickenshit to fully backpedal on the deliberate character assassination the sexual predator on staff forced upon her.

"Oh, but M'Kay! That's the writers fault, not Anduin's! You can't blame him for all that."

Maybe not but a lot of the issue here comes from the fact that so long as the people who enabled this inequity of care remains on staff (IE fucking GOLDEN) this won't stop. So what choice do I have but to loathe the byproduct of this fuckery when it's being shoved in my face like this? What other way could I possibly interpret this disparity other than as misogyny?

#wow #world of warcraft #sylvanas windrunner #anduin wrynn critical #though honestly its mostly christie golden critical #and yes I will probably remain salty about this until the day I die

[bugs1nmybrain]

Mall Slut ~ Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Shigaraki and the reader go to the dispensary in the mall, get stoned, and get really horny. So they fuck.

Author's Notes: I've been contemplating writing this fic for a while. It's a silly concept to me, and I wish I could live this fantasy irl to be honest. The reader has specific physical and personality characteristics, they're meant to resemble me

Traits About the Reader: she/her pronouns, fem presenting and an afab body, alternative aesthetic, big ass, short

Warnings: NSFW (18+ MDNI), fem reader, drug use (marijuana), Tomura is a bad influence, sex while stoned, bathroom sex, spanking, exhibitionism, Shigaraki has blue hair, brat taming, wrote this while stoned, POV swings, Shigaraki calls the reader a slut, squirting, daddy kink, reader is resistant to Tomura's quirk

Going to the mall was one of Tomura's most frequent pastimes, when he wasn't too busy being pissed off at hero society. Sometimes, he'd simply let himself throw a hoodie on so no one would recognize him, and get out a bit. Maybe check out some game stores, maybe a hot topic if he was feeling desperate for merch. However, one spot in the mall was his favorite, for reasons. And no, it wasn't Spencers.

"You'd be surprised by the deals they have here," Tomura commented as you both strolled your way down the crowded mall. You dodged some idiots who didn't look where they were walking, almost bumping into you. Tomura's face lit up with evident annoyance, but you simply tugged on his arm and kept walking.

The effect you had on him was criminal, he'd say. How such an abrasive, pessimistic, and irritable man could be railed in by one cute little alt girl with a fat ass.

Seriously, you always had to wear the sluttiest skirts that showed off your thighs and hips. Very unfair in his opinion.

You two had finally reached the dispensary, by the name of "Garden Aromas." Good weed store name. You two entered in to see a few people roaming around, looking at products. There was a decent line forming.

"I'm thinking carts," Tomura says, leading both of you straight to the vape section.

"You have that kind of money?" you asked, knowing how expensive that shit is.

"It's fine. I got lent some cash from Kurogiri and I also found a wallet on the ground the other day. I've got money."

"What kind, then?"

"You choose."

You eyeballed the selection of strains. You were at the mall, so nothing to make you sleepy. Or too cognitively impaired. You could very well ask the budtender what he'd recommend, but you hated talking to strangers.

"Me?"

"Who the fuck else would I be talking to?"

"Mimosa."

"Pick one more, between you and I that will be gone in less than a day."

"Fuck..uh..strawberry cough."

"Aight."

Tomura and you waited in line for a bit before coming up to the counter. You told the seller what strains you wanted so he could grab them from their locked casing. You brought out your medicinal card (Tomura didn't have one) and kaching.

The carts went into a special bag and handed over to you, but Tomura took the bag from your hands as soon as it ended up in them. As you two exited the store, Tomura went roaming around in his black backpack that he brought, quickly pulling out the battery to a dab pen. He takes one of the carts from it's packaging and attaches it to the battery before taking a brief hit from it.

"Uh..we're out here," you comment, nerved by the fact that someone could see Tomura hitting the pen out in the open, not bothering to censor himself.

"It's fine. No one will care, as long as it's not in front of one of those mall cops. Most people would probably think it's nicotine, anyways."

"I guess you have a point."

"Of course I do. Here."

Tomura shoved the pen in your hand. You two were currently at a fountain. You took a hit from the pen, not really thinking about how much you were inhaling. As soon as you exhaled, you coughed up a storm, and if you two weren't standing out before, you surely were now.

"Haha!" Tomura cackles. He always got a kick out of your amateur lungs. "People are gonna think you're sick. We should find a better spot."

"y.." you were starting to feel it coming. "yea."

"Come on. I know where to go."

"Okee."

You were sooo stoned. Just from that one dreadful hit. You tried to wrap your head around your surroundings as Tomura pulled you around the mall. Not only were you stoned, but you were also pretty short. If you'd let him he'd probably keep you on a damn leash all the time; you were simply too easy to lose.

"Where are we going, Tomura?"

"Here."

You hadn't been paying much attention to the direction you were walking. Tomura stopped in front of the restrooms and was now dragging you to the men's bathroom. It didn't smell the best. Tomura stopped a little bit before the entrance and glanced in to see if there was anyone in.

"We're good. Come on."

There weren't many stalls in this bathroom, only two and then many urinals. Tomura placed his hand on your back and guided you to the farthest stall, locking the door behind him. It was a big stall, thankfully. Tomura took out the pen once more and clicked on the button to activate it. He pulled for a long time. When he finally stopped, he held the vape in his lungs for a couple seconds before exhaling.

"This hits nice. I've always considered it relaxing," he says, twirling the pen in his hands as he simply stared at it, and continued to talk to you. "How are you feeling? Are you fucked up?"

"I'm stoned, yea."

"Anything more special than that?"

"I mean. You look cute right now. Like cuter than usual. I don't know if it's because I'm stoned but..you're cute."

He stood there in awe, not expecting that response. You didn't either, it just came out. It was true though, as you allowed yourself to look at Tomura's face, or at least what you could see with his hoodie on, you became reminded of how much you adore him. His shaggy blue hair, blood-red eyes, and dry skin all were traits about him you found especially alluring. Some people wouldn't understand the dry skin part, but it was a staple of Tomura's. You couldn't really imagine him with smooth skin. It wasn't a bother, he looked like him, which was perfect for you.

"You're definitely high," Tomura shrugs, slumping back on the door. "You need to get your eyes checked."

"Nuh-uh. You're cute."

"You're a liar, then."

"I'm being for real," you reached out and without thought, wrapped your arms around Tomura and rested your head comfortably underneath his chin. "You're snuggly, too."

"You and I clearly are not smoking the same shit."

"It's vape."

"Shut up."

He put up this fight and displayed himself as if he was annoyed, but he never pushed you away or tensed up as if he was uncomfortable. In fact, the embrace soothed him in a way. It almost pissed him off, knowing how much of a damaged and deranged person he is, and knowing that at the end of the day, you still give him the warmest hugs and call him silly.

"You know..your boobs are pushing against me."

"Eheheh...should I move away?"

"Rnn...no, I guess not."

With that response, you held him even tighter, nuzzling your face at his neck.

He smelt nice. Well, maybe not "nice." Tomura wasn't the freshest guy. He wasn't utterly disgusting, and he didn't smell intolerable, just a little funky. It was a natural musk that calmed you, because the smell was his alone, and comforted you.

His smell was making you feel...clingy. Not to mention his form pressing against you. Tomura's temperature was confusing. To the touch, he's often chilly. However, when you're caught in each other's embrace he seems like a furnace.

"Y/N.."

"What?"

"I have a semi."

You backed up a little and looked down at his crotch. Surely, there was a bit of a bulge. He always wore slim-fit pants so it wasn't hard (ha) to tell when he had a boner. Without consideration about your location, you instinctively went to fumble his bulge through his pants, giving you a startled response from Tomura.

"Hey, if you start that, you know how it'll end."

"I know."

You could swear you felt Tomura's bulge move a little when you said that. You being a little brat never failed to ignite something in him.

"Is that right?" Shiggy flirted. "Then are you gonna be a good girl about it?"

Your face was already flushed from the weed, but now it was even worse. You nodded with a whimper. Tomura watched as you pulled down his boxers, his dick wobbling out afterwards.

Eagerly, you gripped his cock and stroked it in pace, triggering a satisfied grunt from Tomura. You were such a perfect slut for him. He thought to himself that you were doing this on purpose. Touching him in the bathroom like this. Did you want to get fucked in a public bathroom? For people to hear as he made you weak? Heh...

He was going to test this hypothesis.

Shigaraki reached out to stroke your hair a little, tucking your strands behind your ears. His eyes remained lidded, looking at you with lust. He wanted to take you right now, but he wanted to make you all cute and horny for him first. He knew how to get you that way, too.

"Care to give me a show?"

"Hm?"

"Don't hm me. Let me see how pretty you are without that shirt on, hm?"

You blushed and darted your eyes down to his cock to avoid looking at him in the eyes. He giggles at your adorable, shy demeanor. After snickering at his needy request, you tug your shirt over your head clumsily, revealing your black push-up.

"That's coming off too, I hope?"

"Where are your manners?"

"Pllleeeeeeaaaaassseeee?"

And down came your bra. And weren't you a sight for sore eyes? Not only did Tomura adore your tits, you were also accompanied by a pretty black shirt. Easy access. He slid his hands in between your thighs, grazing your panties with his fingers.

"You're wet, hehe..." sometimes when you smoked you got soaked much quicker and easier. It probably had something to do with the sensory processing that came with being high, but it worked in Tomura's favor.

"Mmm.."

How cute. Already whimpering for him and he hasn't done anything to you. You kept stroking Tomura's cock as you had been while he took your face in his hands and kissed you with hunger. It caused you to let go of his cock and lean closer into his embrace, pulling at his sweatshirt while you kissed. Tomura was a bit disappointed at the absence of your hand but distracted himself by reaching behind to grab your ass.

He moved his hands to your waist and held you firmly. He then proceeded to readjust the both of you, so that you were facing away from him. He made sure to let you lean against a wall for support. Tomura flicked your pretty skirt up to reveal your even prettier panties. Soft and lacey and colored black.

Too bad that your pussy was even prettier because your panties didn't remain on for much longer. Tomura pulled them off your ass, watching them drop to your ankles. He touched your pussy, stroking from your clit to your pussy lips. You were drenched, even just the slightest touch, and his fingers ended up sticky. He plunged two fingers into your core and rubbed your g spot perfectly.

"HmMM!!"

"Shhh...be a good slut and keep your voice down."

"Mhmm.."

Shiggy pulls his fingers out and goes back to your clit, rubbing it in swift motion, making you tremble for him.

"That feel good? Or are you just stoned?"

"Tomura..please...a little more."

He took a free hand and toyed with your nipple while he fingered you, burying his face in your neck from behind as he did so. His relentless stimulation drove you to a familiar feeling much quicker than you expected.

"MmMMm~!"

"Hehe...such a good little whore. I can feel your clit twitching on my fingers and everything."

"It's your fault!"

"MY fault? Who's the one walking around in these little miniskirts, pushing her tits up against me and grabbing my dick?"

His fingers got faster and more calculated and you could feel yourself beginning to cum.

"Aa-aawwh..."

"Ehehehe... good whore." Tomura kissed your neck while you came on his fingers, clit pulsing against the pads of them.

Tomura gave you a kiss on the neck as he allowed your pussy a few seconds of recovery. He began rubbing his dick along your slit soon after, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from you.

Then, you heard the sounds of someone's footsteps walking in. You tensed up a bit, worried about what their reaction would be, but your arousal caused you to gravitate your ass closer to Tomura, and he sank his cock all the way into your wet cunt.

"Ah!"

"Mmm..hehehe...shh..can't be too loud, can ya?"

Tomura began thrusting in and out of your pussy, trying to be discreet. It was hard, though, because the bathroom echoed at the slightest noise and Tomura couldn't control how his hips bucked against your ass. His feral desire felt himself become hungry at the sight of your ass jiggling as he thrusts into you. His pace becomes rougher, as he tries to recreate the image again and again.

"t-tomura.."

He doesn't say anything, but Tomura grunts again, this time adding in some heavy breaths and sighs. You looked so hot right now, and he fucking adored how you whined for him as he fucked you for any man in the mall to hear.

You heard a flush of the urinal but the person did not wash their hands from what you could tell. He could've been gross, but maybe he just wanted to get away from what you and Tomura were doing a bad job at hiding.

There (probably) wasn't anyone else in the bathroom now, so Tomura gave up all restraint on your cunt. He grips your waist and bounces you on his cock. As he watches your pretty ass do it's thing, he lands a swift smack on it.

"AH!"

"You're so hot..fuck.."

Your ass was red now, and Tomura would've almost felt bad if he wasn't such a sadist. He rubs it tenderly to soothe you, as he perceives that as his way of being "nice." It doesn't take long until he smacks it again, though, cock leaking at how you'd yelp at the attack.

"Tomura...I'm gonna.."

He didn't know what you were gonna do, but he was gonna make you scream while you did it. He plunged his cock in and out of you rapidly, angling it to rub your g-spot deeply, kissing your cervix while he did so.

"Awwh!~"

Suddenly, a small amount of clear fluid squirted out from your pussy, now leaking down from your thighs.

"Did you just piss?" Shiggy asks as if he's disgusted, but makes no effort to stop or even slow down the pace.

"I-I don't know!"

"Did my cute little girl squirt for daddy, then?"

"Rnn...mhm.." you weren't sure if he could see you nodding, but he was about to cum. You could tell by how deeper, faster, and uncoordinated his thrusts became.

"Aw..fuck I love you.."

"Mmm?"

"You know what I said.." His hips buck against your ass some more, but Tomura finally lets out a geeky groan, cumming deep inside of you. His cum seeps deep in you and as he pulls out, a little trail strings out as well.

"Hehe..."

You were panting like a dog, leaning your arms against the wall for balance. Shigaraki tucks his cock back in his boxers, and then reaches to grab the pen again. You weren't facing him, but you could see a puffy cloud form in front of your face. You turn around to see him ripping the pen and then offering it to you.

"Here's your aftercare."

"That's so romantic of you, Tomura."

"Uh-huh. Wanna go get some food?"

"Yea."

You took the pen from Tomura and took a hit yourself. The adrenaline from the sex mixed with your intoxication made you feel heavy, but Tomura's company provided you with a sense of safety. Which was funny, considering this whole mall would shut down if anyone knew he was here.

"I want ramen."

"I want a kiss."

"Damn, come here then, loser."

Tomura caves into your soft nature and leans down for short but sweet kiss. His lips were chapped, per usual, but they were still supple somehow. He was also very affectionate with his tongue.

He pulls away and opens the door, cocking his head to signal you to get out. As you both walked out you saw as someone was standing at the mirrors, typing on his phone. How long was he there? Tomura pays no bother and pulls you out of the bathroom, and you make your way to the food court.

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura smut #shigaraki smut #shiggy #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader smut

[shawtuzi]

Bae come back 😣🤞🏾🤞🏾

just for you heres some nerd!eren AND nerd!reader content and hear me out…..they’re both inexperienced

this is 18+///wc: 2.06k ///cw include: black coded reader, virgin!reader & virgin!eren, oral both receiving, pussy job, aftercare, quite a bit of cute shit they love each other sm :(

aight so boom you and eren didn’t have the most active sex life—in fact it wasn’t active at all considering you both were virgins. you didn’t mind of course since you and eren both agreed your studies were a top priority, but now it was the summer before your sophomore year of college and you have yet to receive any kind of action besides a french kiss and some light groping. you were more than thankful for the times eren never pushed the subject on you but now all you did was pray for him to give you a sign he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

you were staying at his family’s lake house along with some of your friends, but you both mainly you decided to arrive two days earlier to have the house to yourselves. “just as beautiful as i remember,” you smiled taking in the view of the lake. eren smiled wrapping his arms around you from behind, “not nearly as beautiful as you though,” he chuckled giving your cheek a sweet kiss. you turned around pushing your body against him more but not once did his innocent smile falter much to your dismay. “thank you baby you’re to sweet,” you purred wrapping your arms around his neck. the moment was so sweet and perfect you could almost ask him to take you right here—

“i’ll get our bags,” he spoke suddenly detaching his body from yours making your brows furrow. “need any help?” you asked reaching in your purse to switch out your sunglasses for your regular prescription glasses. eren shook his head, small tendrils of his hair already sticking to his forehead from the warm air. “a lady should never carry her own bags jus’ unlock the door for me will ya’? and maybe slide my glasses back up? they’re slipping,” he chuckled scrunching his nose in a poor attempt to push his glasses up. you nodded giggling, quickly making your way to the door to unlock it but not before adjusting eren’s glasses.

after getting settled in eren suggested you both go swimming in the lake and you agreed more than excited to show off your new bikini. your go-to swimsuit was usually a cute lil one piece, but these were desperate times and you were ready to see what eren was hiding behind those swim trunks. “you decent baby?” eren asked slightly cracking the door open. you tightened the top to your bikini as much as you could before answering, “yes love you can come in,” you giggled revealing yourself to eren. eren’s eyes widened like saucers, his mouth falling agape.

got him.

“does it look okay?” you asked giving him a little twirl. eren hadn’t even noticed his glasses began to fog up until his view of you began to show less and less. “it looks…fine—yeah it looks fine let’s get going,” he muttered. your smiled turned into a pout at his response. “w-what’s wrong?” he frowned seeing your saddened expression. you huffed crossing your arms over your body, “it’s just….forget it it’s dumb let’s just go swimming yeah?” his hard gaze made it incredibly hard for you to keep eye contact. “no no what is it? tell me please?” his frowned deepened. he absolutely hated seeing you upset.

you took a deep breath before speaking, “do you find me attractive?” you asked now directing your gaze to the ground. eren gripped your chin between his fingers making you look at him again, “of course i do y/n. prettiest girl i’ve had the pleasure of being with,” he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “well what about….sexually. do you find me attractive sexually?” eren was silent for a moment which worried you greatly. if only you knew he sloppily jerked himself off daily to pictures of you. if only you knew during your facetime calls before bed he was secretly beating his meat to your voice <//3

eren nibbled his lip before taking your hand and pushing it against the half hard tent in his trunks, you gasped feeling the dull throb of it against your nimble fingers. “does that answer your question?” he asked with the smallest hint of humor in his tone. “mhm…” you mumbled, mouth watering when you felt his dick get bigger as the seconds went by. eren tilted your chin up once more, “you wanna see it?” he asked voice shaky as his hand toyed with the waistband of the trunks. you nodded taking a seat at the edge of the bed, your eyes not once leaving eren’s lower region. he slowly pulled his trunks down until his thick, long, n pretty dick sprung free leaky and throbbing against his abdomen.

‘it’s so pretty’ you thought to yourself, digging your freshly manicured nails into the comforter. eren took your long silence as an opportunity to speak again, “it gets like this every time i’m around you…guess i’m just good at hiding it,” he chuckled taking a step closer to you. “why—why didn’t you ever ask for help? i could’ve done something ren,” you pouted trailing your finger down his pelvis making shivers run down his back. “i figured you weren’t ready since you never brought it up— ah! b-but i guess i’m at fault for that t-too,” midway through eren’s sentence you wrapped your hand around his dick observing it more closely. “how funny… i thought the exact same thing too, and we’re supposed to be the smart ones around here,” you giggled cupping his balls with your other hand.

eren hissed bucking his hips into your hands, “that feels good,” he rasped his glasses fogging up once more. he could honestly bust right there but he’d rather save that horrid embarrassment and hold it together a little longer. you kitten licked at the tip before taking it into your mouth, surprised at how much of a mouthful it actually was. it wasn’t as salty as the internet said it would be but you did remember reading if said man kept a healthy diet it’d taste a tad sweet which was exactly how eren tasted. besides being an avid studier he did spend quite a bit of time taking care of his body’s physique, such as working out a couple nights at the gym and maintaining a gluten free diet that you just could not commit to no matter how many times you tried for him.

his dick wasn’t even halfway in your mouth before you started gagging but thank the lord above eren thought it was the hottest thing ever. seeing you gagging on his dick gave him the biggest ego boost and the tears that brimmed your eyes didn’t help either. “w-wait wait stop,” he grunted moving your head away very much to your dismay. “what’s wrong love? did i do something wrong?” you asked and eren immediately shook his head, his glasses nearly falling off. “you did absolutely nothing wrong i just—i was already about to cum and didn’t want to yet, ‘wanna savor this moment with you,” he smiled bending down to give your lips a sweet kiss.

his fingers trailed down your chest to the waistband of your bikini bottoms, “can i take these off?” your mind blanked like actually. this is what you’d been wanting for weeks but now that it was actually happening you felt as if you were gonna have a heart attack. was it gonna hurt? what if he didn’t like the way your pussy looked? so many thoughts came to you at once and eren could tell. he could see the gears turning in your head and quickly followed up with, “we don’t have to have sex pretty girl. i just wanna get to know your body and see what it likes that’s why i have fingers and a tongue,” you giggled at the last part making eren’s heart flutter. you nodded slowly feeling more comfortable than you did a couple minutes ago. “when we make love i want you to be fully ready i don’t want you to do it just because you think it’ll make me happy okay? we have our whole lives to do it there’s no rush,” his fingers were hooked in your bottoms but he didn’t move them until you nodded, “i promise ren.”

finally eren pulled your bottoms down and he could not silence the guttural groan that erupted from his throat once he laid eyes on your pretty pussy, all wet and puffy just for him. “may i?” he asked running his tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for those words of consent. “yes please renny,” you whimpered, your breath hitching when you felt two of his fingers rub up and down your soaked slit. “its so soft ‘n wet. you got like this all because of me?” he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips when he saw you clench around nothing, your essence dribbling onto the comforter. “i get like this when i’m ‘round you all the time ren, guess we’re both good at hiding it,” you laughed breathlessly grinding your pussy against his fingers.

“can i taste you?” he grunted circling your clit with his thumb. the not so subtle push you gave his head was enough for him to wrap his lips around your clit without a second thought. you tasted so sweet yet tangy he couldn’t stop himself from the obscene slurping sounds he was making. he paid close attention to the noises you made and found out you liked it best when he gave your clit quick kitten licks. embarrassing enough it didn’t take long for you to get close to your peak and eren was more than ready. “you gonna cum?” he moaned against your pussy wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you closer. he figured fingering you should be saved for another time when you were more comfortable at the thought of being penetrated, and you could not be more thankful that this angel of a man was all yours to have forever.

your orgasm was more powerful than you anticipated but it’s okay bc eren was there to caress your shaking body and praise you for doing so well. just as eren was about to get up and pull up his trunks you grabbed his wrist stopping him, “you’re still hard,” you whispered eyeing his painfully hard dick. “s’okay baby i know you’re tired we can wait,” he smiled sweetly at you, but you weren’t having it. you pulled his body down and he quickly propped himself up on his arms careful not to crush you, “what are you up to?” he chuckled seeing a glint in your eyes he’s never seen before. “we don’t have to have sex but we can still do this,” you grabbed his dick and slid it between your folds making eren gasp.

you slowly moved your hips up and down savoring the look on eren’s face, “feels good yeah?” you smiled brushing a strand of hair out of his flushed face. “yes so fuckin’ good. keep movin’ like that and i’ll cum right fucking now,” he grunted pressing his forehead against yours. no feeling could ever beat the way eren was feeling in this moment. you felt so soft and wet he couldn’t even imagine how it’d feel when he’s actually inside you, pumping you full of his cum until your little pussy couldn’t handle anymore. you both were eyeing at the way his thick cock slid so deliciously between your pussy, the fat head nudging against your swollen clit with every sloppy thrust of his hips.

“c-can i put them in my mouth?” he whimpered referring to your bouncing tits that we’re practically begging him to kiss and suck on them. “uh huh go ahead baby,” you whined yanking your top down and eren wasted no time wrapping his plump lips around your nipple. he gave each tit the same amount of attention making sure neither was neglected like the sweet boyfriend he was. “shit— i’m gonna cum i’m gonna fucking c-cum,” eren growled squeezing his eyes shut. ropes of a milky substance coated your stomach and you couldn’t help but scoop some up and slip it into your mouth moaning at the taste, “tastes good ren.” eren groaned burying his face in your neck, “please don’t say that i’ll get hard again.”

#i wrote this from start to finish with no breaks #it is not proofread btw you’ve been warned #but anyways can we pls talk about eren with glasses i get feral EVERY TIME!!! #eren <3 #my writing #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager #attack on titan imagine #snk eren #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff

[moonstruckdraws]

The Red Queen

An alternate version of Vera! @hellishgayliath daughter I've been drawing nonstop (this being no exception)

like always, this is a spiel so- yeah

Ever since looking back at my first sketch of her in this red dress a few days ago, my brain started to trail off to "what ifs" & one of these is what if Vera was bitter & frustrated to the extreme in contrast to her current self is improving from the event.

But the premise is that Vera would become a mob boss herself! While not as reknown as Big Mama, is still a bigger threat (compared to the smaller mobs like in that one episode in Hueso's restaurant)

I don't know how she'd be pushed over this edge to where she'd stop caring about others (being a therapist & all) & I won't even try lol. But in this version, it starts off with the break up (with my assumption of how she would handle it in my other post; compared to her actual reaction would be) & I'd imagine she'd just tear up the room before going to her own living quarters.

Being one of Big Mama's lovers, & a temporary model for the Grand Nexus's advertising, I'd imagine that their breakup would be talked about & Vera would probably start being bombarded at work; unable to take off from work. Maybe she'd start spiraling then? She'd fall off the face of the earth for a while before rumors of a borzoi mob boss rising up starts to become the talk of the city. Of course, I'm sure this would intrigue Big Mama or something, but Vera wouldn't announce her identity. & Idk, that's all I got lol

Aight lil details & facts this Vera would have

Vera's favorite color is ruby/scarlet, so I think her keeping this dress & making iconic look fits. It'd also tie into it being a constant reminder of when things took a turn for the worse & her trust in someone important to her was shattered. Also a funfact about her, by Helli, is that apparently she doesn't wear purple anymore; only wore the color when with Big Mama, aside for makeup. This version of her despises the color & refuses to have any hues of it near her as it reminders her of that Spider. It's why her make up is now red as well. It's also red because blood blends into it well :] (was gonna name her the Blood Queen, but that sounded a too much for Vera; also Red Queen to reference Helli calling Vera that in the first post I made of her)

I don't know how Vera feels about Big Mama fully (aside for wondering if Big Mama was pretending the whole time or not) in the sense of if she's over her. This version is probably less over her than the original, hating her guts but forever thinking of the past. Unlike the original, this version would probably carry any memories of those days with her (on good days) like the cloaking broach. She also has eye creases because tears & probably being more addicted to coffee.

Her being a therapist means she a smart cookie in psychology (i believe so), so she'd definitely use that to her advantage. Being able to see signs of lying, finding spies in her minions, etc.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, she burns things; burning things like her burning rage

I image this would be her first major appearance, setting a fire. Idk, I just wanted to draw it lol (lil fact that I drew most of this earlier today in my notebook because there was nothing to dooooo)

And yeah, that's it. Very out of character, but hey that's what alternate versions are right? :D Don't mind me, just my brain running on nothing but thoughts.

#vera the borzoi #vera headcanons #STARS SHES SO PRETTY IN REEEEEEEEED #I LOVE THIS DRESS SO MUCH #i have one more short illustration on this #but i do not want to be up in the am's so that's for another time lol #i still have one more grand nexus outfit to draw too

[girl-named-matty]

Random Ominis Gaunt headcanons

Random Ominis Gaunt headcanons by me!

Aight I’ve been waiting a little while for this cutie. 

Probably got his wand at a younger age than most wizards/witches so that he’d be able to learn how to navigate around easier. 

Mom friend 

Sleeps anywhere, especially in the day because it’s always dark for him so it doesn’t need to be night for him to be super tired. 

He has more siblings than people think he’d have (this is actually canon). I’d say he has at least four siblings. Two older brothers, an older sister, and a younger sister. 

His family was actually concerned for a bit when he was born blind. After all the Gaunts strive for perfection and having a child with a disability wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation. They tried everything they could to give him proper eyesight but nothing worked. 

This did cause a bit of an initial rift between him and his family that was only exacerbated by the fact that he didn’t agree with them using the dark arts. 

Because he’s blind, he has really good hearing. He has a pretty decent sense of smell but his hearing is one of his strongest senses. 

It's part of the reason why he knows everything going on at Hogwarts. He’s always lurking around and sometimes even pretending to be asleep but because he’s already falling asleep in random places nobody questions it. But he hears everything, so he knows all the gossip. 

His ego is pretty big, but unlike Sebastian, he doesn’t let it show when his ego has been hurt. 

He’s not very competitive unless it's against certain people. But other than that, he could really care less if he loses at something. 

His handwriting is actually pretty nice, regardless of the fact that he’s blind. Sometimes he’ll have someone check his writing to make sure it's correct but his handwriting is gorgeous. 

The simplest of things make him happy honestly. He seems like a hard cookie all the time but he’s really sweet. 

Tiny things especially make him happy. Even though he can’t see them, if he can feel them and imagine them the best he can, it just makes him happy for some reason. 

Speaking of small things that don’t exactly make him happy, he’s not too good with children. I mean he doesn’t think there’s anything necessarily wrong with them, he just doesn’t really like them. They’re loud and chaotic, it reminds him far too much of Sebastian. 

That being said, if he did have kids he’d probably have only three max, no more than that. And if not, it definitely because he wants the bloodline to end with him. 

When it comes to relationships, it’d take him a while to really fall in love with someone. But when he does fall for someone, he falls HARD. 

It's hard for him to even stop thinking about them. The thought of them refuses to leave and after a while he just lets it stay and grow until he finally admits his feelings. 

He’s not too big on PDA. I mean, why would he? He can’t even see when he’s holding his S/O’s hand so why should anybody else get to see it?? 

But in private, he LOVES physical affection. He’s constantly wanting to cuddle, hold hands, etc. It's something he enjoys after not having it for so long. 

His favorite classes are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. 

He hates potions, not because it's boring but because he can’t seem to get anything right. Sadly for him and any other blind student in school, most of the classes aren’t very tailored to those who are visually impaired. 

He does like Care of Magical Creatures though just because every beast has a different texture and it helps him visualize it a lot better. 

And if he could get into muggle studies without his family scolding him, he would. (He did find a way to get into the muggle music classroom and he enjoyed it a lot) 

Maybe a tad bit stereotypical but I think his patronus would probably be a snake. Now I look past what his family is like and I’d say he’d find a lot of friendships with snakes since he can talk to them. 

But if you want to go in a less stereotypical route, it could be a Mongoose, who are famously known for killing snakes. (LOL) 

As for his Boggart, honestly I feel like it would be losing his hearing. Being deaf and blind would make life so much harder for him, not to mention magic probably couldn’t fix it just like his eyes. It would definitely be tragic if it ever became true and not just a fear. 

When he met Sebastian in their first year and Seb introduced himself, Ominis was a bit hesitant. After all, he had no friends up until this time. Ironically the Gaunts decided to live around muggles and of course they would forbid him from ever going out and playing with the muggle children so Ominis was often just locked up inside his room most of his childhood up until school.

But after he and Sebastian hit it off and he got introduced to Anne, his life got a lot better. He actually had some joy in his life. 

He definitely stood up to his family a whole lot more and started to outwardly and vocally defy blood purity now that he had friends who were giving him support. 

And after school he left, taking all his things and leaving. I doubt he would ever come in contact with them again and if he did, he wasn’t gonna let them pull him back into their blood purist cult. 

As for his job life after school, I feel like he could work well in the office side of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, mostly paperwork since he wouldn’t qualify for being out there fighting (as good as he at dueling, I doubt the ministry would allow him) 

And if not that, another subdivision in the Magical Law Enforcement that I feel like would do good in is the Improper Use of Magic office which is kind of ironic when you know who his best friend is. But I think this would stem from his family misusing magic all these years that he would want to help put a stop to it.  Ahhh, I love him so much. Lmk if you want a part two. (and requests are open!)

#ominis gaunt #hl #hogwarts legacy #Ominis gaunt fanfiction #Ominis Gaunt headcanons #Hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Howgwarts legacy headcanons #The gaunt family

[starfxkr]

Seeing ex bf jj at midsummers

running into jj no less than 3 weeks after you broke up—at midsummers no less— was not something you wanted, but it seemed like luck wasn’t on your side.

your break up was mostly prompted by insecurity— he hated that you were a kook more than he loved you it seemed. you couldn’t deal with his underhanded insults and assholeish behavior anymore so you ended it. he tried to stop you, “wait—i know i can be a dick babydoll but dont take it personal its not about you i promise. please don’t do this.”

it didn’t matter now, you were gonna have fun whether or not your ex boyfriend was serving at this party.

jj however, had other plans, cornering you on the way to the bathroom.

“you’re looking gorgeous tonight pretty mama.”

“jj—“

“just here me out okay? you have every right to be pissed aight? i was a fuckin dick but look…i was too fucked up over everything. i’m not used to all the attention and money but i don’t care about that. i just want you.” he looked almost bashful, barely looking you in the eyes as he continued to ramble, “—and i just—aw i dunno man i—“

“jj!” you interrupt and be looks embarrassed like he didnt realize he was talking so much, “i really do love you. but you have some stuff to work out…how about this, we start back off slow…nothing serious! but we can work it out.”

the smile he gave you was infectious, dimples showing as he leaned down to give you a big sloppy kiss, messing up your lipgloss.

“jayj i said slow!”

“sorry, sorry i just missed you mama what can i say.”

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt

[lildudie18]

🐞 lesbians 🐞

🐞 long rant if you wanna read 👇 🐞

🐞 Just to be clear 🐞

1) orihime x ulquiorra

2) orihime x ishida

3) orihime x rukia

4) orihime x chad

5) orihime x tatsuki

99999999999) orihime x ichigo

🐞 see how low that is? yes it is bc she had better chemistry with all of the above than she could ever have had with ichigo. wanting to kiss him in his sleep my ass. how is in every life I'd love the same dude romantic. MARINETTE never gave me half the second hand embarrassment orihime did but to be fair she did want to kiss Adriens statue which was hard to watch but at least it lasted less 🙏🐞

🐞 don't get me wrong I like orihime (to an extend) I mean she was interesting when her brother trauma shit was unfolded but then she just Idk became somewhat boring afterwards like she's not by any means useless, but she's HELPLESS most of the goddamn time bro even Aizen recognized the fire dope ass power she got but like she never really utilized it well until like idk the END OF THE SERIES?? oh n let's not talk ab how shes basically fanservice now lmao 🐞

🐞 imo ichigo didn't deserve either rukia or orihime lmaooooooo THEY ARE FOR THE GIRLIES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯 he should've gone with Tatsuki (or jus be gay w grimmjow 🙏) if you may like I'm a sucker for childhood friends (do I even need to elaborate) but these didn't even talk other than for like 5 eps so I was kinda bummed but we aight 🐞

🐞 bleach is cool n all but I fr hated that 2/3 of the series were spent saving rukia n then orihime ain't that spectacular! but fire series either way I mean I totally get mfs hatred over ichihime endgame but me personally? I don't fucking care LMAOAOAO ichihimes n ichirikas constantly fighting?? who said married characters with kids can't be shipped with other people?? ever heard of the jojo fandom?? ahahahaaaa 🐞

🐞 tho like kubo said or according to those translated stuff I saw ichihime mfs pull up all the time this is how his series is n if you don't like it make a better one so yeah I'm not mad I'm just Idk disappointed a bit like so many things other than ships feel wasted like ichigos numerous powerups n forms bro I miss them the fact that the dope ass outfits didn't last!! it's exactly like jojos all over again!! 😔😔😔 🐞

🐞 anyways if you read that far comment with a strawberry. see yall 🐞

#ichigo deserved neither #BLEACH #LESBIANS #LET'S GO LESBIANS #bleach #bleach fanart #rukia #orihime #rukia kuchiki #kuchiki rukia #orihime inoue #inoue orihime #lesbian #wlw #gay #the female lead and the girl she's jealous of and also homoerotic rivalry with #why fight over a dude when you have each other #shitpost #doodle #bubs favorites #wow bubs draws smth that isn't bnha

[hoxxescreature]

aight y'all I've been seeing a lot of misconceptions about changelings so imma correct people now

MISCONCEPTION 1. CHANGELINGS CAN ONLY EAT SAPIENT MEAT.

this is straight up not true, we can eat normal food, actually we also need it to survive, but sapient meat is also required for survival.

MISCONCEPTION 2. CHANGELINGS CAN TURN INTO LARGER CREATURES.

also false, we can only manipulate our current mass, we can't defy the laws of thermodynamics; however we *can* provide the illusion of such.

MISCONCEPTION 3. WE HATE ALL SAPIENT CREATURES.

this is by far the least common misconception I've seen yet, its not true.

MISCONCEPTION 4. WE ARE UNABLE TO DIE.

if we we're, then why do we eat people?

MISCONCEPTION 5. IF CHANGELINGS WOULD JUST STOP EATING PEOPLE, THEN WE WOULD ACCEPT THEM INTO SOCIETY.

no. all changelings have crippling trust issues, witch actually served quite the evolutionary advantage, you see dwarfs have been trying to kill us as long as they were on Hoxxes, and we have been trying not to die for longer.

now, here are some real facts.

young changelings need significantly less meat than older ones, i'm about 120 years old, witch is like a 6th of our lifespan. so I only need to eat a small morsel every month.

seeing dwarfs on missions is very common, in fact, but they almost never notice us because we're hiding,

a lot of the time, we can kill oppressors and even some kinds of dreadnought! this is because we have literal full control of our bodies, and can create sharp objects as part of our bodies made of very strong keratin.

we like music, master of puppets slaps.

we are very solitary creatures, I have actually never met another changeling.

I want to make an open environment about this discussion, so feel free to ask me anything

#deep rock #deep rock galactic #DRG #drgposting #ss13 #space station 13

[writingseaslugs]

Pomefiore: Halloween with Them

Aight here is some Pomefiore which I thought was super cute while I was writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy! Also, if you guys don't know what "boystyle" is, think of Lolita in a more prince-like fashion. Ciel from Black Butler vibes.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore (You’re Here) | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Halloween with Them

Theme: Costume Prep

Pomefiore took Halloween as a very serious holiday, but not for the scare factor. The extravagant costumes and make-up were a great way to test your skills. Whether it be glamorous looks or hideous monsters, Pomefiore took the make-up aspect very seriously.

It came as no surprise that they needed models as well. Sure, they could be practicing on one another all day, but the amount of make-up remover and latex could be devastating on the skin, especially excessive exposure. So dragging other students were needed.

Then the students who took costume design also needed models to show off their work on the night of the school’s party. This meant everyone at Pomefiore was taking a page out of the Sea Witch’s book and finding poor, unfortunate souls to glam up in preparation.

Vil Schoenheit

“Alright, so you’re going to be doing my make-up why?” You asked as you sat down at Vil’s bedroom vanity. You knew that over a thousand people would kill to be in your shoes right now. So far, though, you were just here because Vil told you to be there. It wasn’t really a choice on your end, as it was stated more as a command. Still, you didn’t exactly hate it and were happy to be there. Just more or less confused as to why it was you.

“I need to figure out your look for the Night Raven College’s party, of course. Now come here; we need to prep your face before.” Vil said, going over and grabbing some cleaning wipes. You were no stranger to spa days with Vil, so you just closed your eyes and sighed, letting him move your face around and make sure any hair that might even come into your face was clipped back.

You weren’t expecting him to get a pair of tweezers while your eyes were closed to pluck some eyebrow hairs. You yelped in surprise, your eyes widening as Vil gave you an unimpressed look, “You know better than to move while I’m working on you. We need to clean up your eyebrows for this.” He said, leaning back in with the tweezers. You inched away, not feeling the want to have the hairs on your face to be plucked out.

“Can’t we do the glue stick thingie?” You whined, but knowing Vil, he wouldn’t relent.

“Absolutely not. Those are for special effects looks, which we aren’t going for. I refuse to ruin your skin that I’ve worked so hard to be presentable.” You gasped at his words and put a hand over your heart.

“Pardon?” You asked dramatically, wanting to get a rise out of him. Vil just frowned and grabbed your chin, and dragged you closer to him by force. You squeaked, your face right in front of his own as he began tweezing away.

“We both know you needed better skincare products when we met.” He said, and you groaned. It was true, though, living in Ramshackle hadn’t been a luxury. Even the water wreaked havoc on your hair and skin. Vil kinda was a saving grace. After he was satisfied with your eyebrows, he took a moment to look at your face. That was when he smirked, dragged your face closer to him, and kissed your forehead.

“You’re a very cute-looking potato today.” He said, and you wanted to just crawl into a hole, “Now come on, we have a lot of work to do if we’re going to be matching on Halloween.”

“M-matching outfits?” You asked in shock, “When was this decided?”

“The moment you decided to become involved with me, obviously. Don’t act so surprised.” Vil said, but he secretly loved the shocked look on your face. It was the whole reason he waited until now to inform you. You just groaned, knowing you’d never have a moment of peace while seeing this man.

Rook Hunt

“Mon amour, you look breathtaking.” Rook said, coming into the room as you were in the middle of getting dressed in the outfit he had specifically picked out for you. You couldn’t help the little squeal that came out of you, still half naked, as you scrambled to put on the outfit, “Ah, no need to be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Rook said with that smile plastered on his face.

“Oh my sevens, Rook, can you not?” You whined as he walked over and began helping you button up the top of your clothes. You felt like a small Victorian child being helped, not only because of Rook assisting in dressing you but because the costume he had so lovingly chosen for you was a boystyle outfit that made you feel like you were set back in the Victorian era. “By the way…how many outfits do you plan on having me try on.” From the Lolita dress, he had thrown you in earlier, you were wondering why he actually had you in here.

“I simply couldn’t decide on just one outfit for you, so I had several made, of course. I want to see which one you love the most.” Rook said, leaning closer to you after he finished buttoning the shirt, “You look exquis in this outfit.” He cooed happily.

“Rook, you said that about the last two costumes.” You reminded him, and he laughed happily before picking you up into his arms. You could only grasp onto his shoulders and yelp at suddenly being lifted into the air. He did a little spin, laughing the entire time as though he was having the time of his life. For all you knew, he probably was. You couldn’t help but join him with a small chuckle.

“It’s because it is all true; they all look ravissant! I could stare at your beauty all day.” Rook said before pausing, “In fact, I might begin doing that.” He said, and you knew he was being dead serious.

“Absolutely not. I adore you, Rook, but I need privacy sometimes.” You said, and the pout that spread on his face was short-lived before it was replaced by a dazzling smile.

“Then half the time?” He tried to compromise, and you knew this was a battle you wouldn’t be winning.

“Fine, but no more walking in on me showering. That is me time.” You warned, and he nodded, “Now come on, how many more outfits do I have to try on? I still have homework to do.” You said as Rook put you down and ruffled your hair, careful of the small top hat on you.

“Only fifteen more to go.” He said with absolute confidence.

“Fifteen?!”

Epel Felmier

“I’m staying here, and I’m not leaving until Halloween is over,” Epel said, crashing onto your bed. You had been in the middle of doing your homework and hadn’t even heard the front door open, and now Epel was looking defeated as he stared at the ceiling.

“What happened this time? Make-up or new costume?” You asked, and Epel scowled, sitting up and tossing his legs off the side of your bed so he could face you better.

“They put me in a dress? A dress of all things. What do they take me for?” Epel’s accent was slowly making its way out, and you absolutely loved the sound of it. He did look adorable while pouting as well, but you’d rather die than say that to him. You knew how he felt about his masculinity, and even though he fed a little more into the toxic side of it, you would respect his decisions.

“Was it at least a tactical dress?” You asked, trying to make light of the situation. Epel raised his eyebrow as he pondered over your words.

“Tactical?” Epel echoed, and you nodded your head.

“Ya, like, did it have pockets?” You said, and Epel shrugged, but a small smile appeared on his face.

“No, it didn’t.” He said, “At least I didn’t see any, not that I was payin’ attention.” He shrugged it off. He was still reeling from the fact that they basically forced him into one. It was a bunch of the taller upperclassmen who wanted to make him look as adorable as possible. It made his stomach churn just thinking about it. He ran out of there the moment they looked away and left the dress outside the room.

“Then clearly they have horrible taste.” You said with a sigh, looking between your homework and Epel. As you closed your textbook, the choice was obvious, and you stood up, “Well, let’s go.” You said, motioning for Epel to follow you. Epel stood up but looked confused as to what you wanted.

“What are we doing?” He asked, and you smirked.

“We’re gonna do something stupid, probably. You in or what?” You could see his eyes flashing for a moment as he thought over his choices. Vil would no doubt get mad at him if he was caught, but then again, he wanted to do something reckless and get the adrenaline pumping.

“Let’s do this.”

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[butterfluffy]

“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· if killer ever has an addiction, it'd probably be you, the one he's highly addicted to, it's starting to get quite concerning..

⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | yandere!killer × gn!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, violence, death (of a minor character), and stalking. get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

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“Fuck.” Killer cursed, immediately hiding himself behind the wall of some building the instant your head snapped behind you, feeling his lingering stare.

He was almost caught, almost caught watching you, stalking you.

“That was close... Did they see me?” The blond man asks himself, taking a quick glance at you once again as you stood still, looking left and right for the mysterious shadow your eye caught just moments ago;

not knowing that it was no other than Killer, a friend of yours..

“Hey, did you notice anyone following us just a few moments ago?” You asked your companion who shrugged, not able to notice a certain blond peering behind a wall, a frown on his face under his mask.

Killer shouldn't be doing this, and he knows. But he couldn't help it. He wants you, he needs you, he craves you.

“Just ignore 'em, Y/n. Maybe you're just being delusional, anyway.. Let's just get lunch already, m'kay?” They chirped, clinging on your arm, only pissing Killer off even more...

“Clingy little shit..” He grumbles, clicking his tongue by the actions of the person with you—hating it, and them a real lot.

“I should be the one they're with... I should be the one they're going out with..!” Killer hissed, stuffing his clenched fist back on his pockets, going on to blend with the crowd as he continued to follow you...

Once again, he's watching you with great attention, his stare giving you an eerie sensation that you can't shake off, also unable to pinpoint who is watching you, your every move.

He loves it, this. He loves watching you, everything you do, and most importantly, you.

Killer adores you very much, to the point that he knows everything about you—your birthday? Favorite color? Habits? Pet peeves? Damn, even things about yourself that you don't know, he knows!

His room is filled with your pictures that he took, with, and those without consent he got from stalking you. To him, you're someone to worship as if you're God.

Killer is willing to do anything for you, and willing to do anything to make you his—even living up to his name; Killer.

“..If you just hadn't been so clingy with Y/n... This wouldn't happen.” Killer sighs, knife in hand as your companion from hours ago tried to wriggle away from the man who grimaced.

“Y/n's mine, and they will never be yours, aight?” Crouching, Killer then placed the cold metal against the throat of his new victim who screeched and cried—..before having their throat slit open, blood splattering everywhere as they took their last breath, bringing satisfaction to Killer.

“Now that's one less rival to deal with.. After I take 'em all down.... You should be mine, right, Y/n?”

Killer chuckles, eyes averting to you who is tied up on a chair, mouth taped shut, forced to watch your dearest friend kill your companion, causing you to shiver in fear as Killer approached you, smiling like a maniac, caressing your cheek with his bloodied hand, whispering, “I love you.”

© butterfluffy 2022

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[lesbolordo]

G'day r u aight ? Cuz I'm not.

The Hogwarts Legacy fandom lacks something. Very much.

Where the fuck are my genderbent meow meows ??? I want to see Seb with big tatas and Ominis with pretty nice thighs in witch I can die between-

I want to see Poppy as a cute beast lover boy and Imelda as a hot Quidditch player wtf ?

Urh, so much potential wasted 😔

Anyway I tried genderbending Sebinis thinking about that.

I made several headcanons about them because I have nothing to do with my life but think about Women.

Sebastian :

If Sebastian was a girl, I'd have no name for her. Really. What is the female version of Sebastian ? Urh.

Anyway, if she was a girl Anne would be a boy, obviously.

I feel like Sebby would be a chubby-buff girl. She's strong in all third ways : Is a bit round and could beat your ass with and without magic.

She was very close to her dad and so she hates Solomon even more after her parents die.

I feel like one summer she suddenly got curves and took some weight and Solomon -being Solomon- was too awkward to ask her her new size of clothes so he just tried something : spoilers, all of her clothes are too small but she doesn't seem to care much and since she only hangs out with Ominis -blind mf- nobody really tells her that her shirt is begging for help, threatened by her big tatas.

Honestly, girl or boy, Sebastian would beat your ass -or try to. He's not one to differentiate boys from girls after all.

Often deemed unladylike, "behaves like a boy". She doesn't care, she never will, move on.

She's self conscious about her height -even Masc! Seb is to me- and so she lies about being 160 cms tall when she actually is 159 cms tall. I see some Poppy inside of her, small but feisty... I think that these two would be friends, boy or girl.

"Fuck around find out."

Hates dresses. Unpractical. Ugly. She will wear dresses only for Ominis. End of the discussion.

What is going on with her hair ? No one knows. Legend has i that in the morning if you pay enough attention, you can hear the birds that accidentally got caught in it

She'd wear the boys uniform.

Ominis :

Even as a girl Ominis is the mom friend. Always looks worried and tired, but don't worry she could very well beat your ass if she wanted to.

Unlike Sebastian she comes from an aristocratic family and so she behaves "properly" for a lady, but only because it's the only thing her parents await from her : As a woman she is deemed less important -Ominis hates it- but at the same time they leave her alone most of the time.

I do not have a name for Fem!Ominis but she could step on me either way.

Fabulous lashes™️.

She may be taller, but only because all of her damn curves went into her height : flat as a wall, no ass, and very much thin like her masc version. Her depression may be chronic, but her ass is microscopic.

Speaks well, could end your career with words, won't be afraid to do so. But don't you dare bring your fists to the fight, because Sebastian is always behind to save Ominis from breaking a nail -and committing murder.

Pretty hair in appearance, but do not touch it. Under. Any. Circonstances. I'll let you ponder why. Her mother loves to put ugly hats or accessories in her hair, Ominis hates it but apparently Sebastian finds it funny and pretty, so she leaves it on. Being blind, she learned very early one way to style her hair and now she ALWAYS uses it. Because she doesn't know any better.

Long elegant pianist fingers, just like her boy version. Can and will use them to either hurt you or make Sebastian cu- Cuts her nails short. More like Sebastian does it, Ominis lies saying that she can't see she can't do it herself -Sebastian believes it.

Doesn't mind dresses. Prefers comfortable clothes, may be girls or boys.

"God let me live another day. And I'm about to cry about it."

She's tall -both for a girl and a boy- but she knows Sebastian is self-conscious about her height so they don't talk about it.

She'd wear the girl's uniform.

Now that I'm done please do give me genderbent! HLC. Especially Fem! Versions because I love women.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #sebinis #gauntlow #sebastian x ominis #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanons #fem!ominis gaunt #fem!sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy

[imtherain]

Moon Bois to the Rescue

Heyo

Had a weird night, needed some comfort, for some reasons the Moon Bois came to mind and this happened. 

Warnings: Living with a roommate, pretend dating speedrun into smut, all three moon bois. Sex that can be heard down the hall. idk it’s basically pwp but it made me feel better

Oh, and I really only reread it once before posting it, it might be a mess

Friends to lovers: reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

Anyway

"Her boy toy is over again," I complained into the phone. I was always complaining about my roommate to my best friends. Granted, my three best friends were kind of all the same person, but still. 

"Why don't you just go to bed and shut the door?" It was Marc fronting for now.

"Because that feels like surrender," I rolled my eyes at myself. "I just feel like she's inconsiderate bringing him over here all the time. Like fuck, go to his place once in awhile," 

"Maybe his place is gross, you did say he never cleans up after himself," 

"Yeah because she does. I hate him for her, he's going to ruin her life, but she's in love so nothing I say will change her mind." 

“Boys will do a lot for love too,” Marc said.

"I have a thought," it was Steven's voice now.

"What's that?" 

"What if, what if we came over? Maybe even the playing field?" I was shocked by what he was saying.

"You're so far away, I couldn't ask you to come all the way here,"

"Well, we could just suit up and run over," Steven offered. "Wouldn't be very hard for us," 

"I can't ask you to do that,"

"We could, umm, maybe pretend to be dating to make her feel as uncomfortable as she makes you feel," Steven was blushing through the phone. 

"Oh?" 

"Steven means we could come help, he doesn't mean anything else," Marc cut in. I wondered if they could hear how hard my heart was pounding. I'd had a crush on them for awhile, even Jake who tended to stay back. But I didn't think they knew. Maybe they didn't.

"Yeah, maybe that would help," I said. "And maybe we could watch a movie or something?"

"Anything you want, luv," Steven was back. "We'll be there soon, aight?"

"Be safe," I told them. 

"I'll keep them safe, Girasole," Jake's voice surprised me.

"Thank you, Jake," I said softer. He always seemed like an afterthought to the other two, but he wasn't to me. 

Less than an hour later there was a knock at the door. When I went to get it, I heard my roommate laughing like a highschooler over something her boy toy said. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I unlocked the door.

"Who is it?" My roommate called, popping up in her doorway, hair rumpled up and face flush. I didn't care she messed around with her guy, but like, at least close the door? 

"My friend," I said. Marc was fronting now, I could tell by the way he stood with his shoulders back. "This is Marc," I said by way of introduction.

"Hi Marc," she replied, sort of caught off guard.

"Yeah, hi," he was short and I smacked him with the back of my hand for being rude. 

"What?" He asked, flinching away from me.

I scoffed at him and headed for the living room where my TV was. Marc sat down first and patted the spot next to him, inviting me to sit too close. I raised an eyebrow at him but he mouthed, 'trust me,' so I obliged. 

I sank into the couch and right into his arm, stopping with my whole body pressed up against his side. His strong arm closed around me as though to pull me just a little bit closer and I knew my face was red.

It was no secret he was a handsome man, and while we were friends, I never expected him to want more from me. But right now it felt like more and I both loved it and feared it. If I fell too hard, I'd never be able to face my moon boys again.

"Relax, luv," Steven whispered in my ear. "We're not gonna bite you," 

"Not yet at least," Marc added, taking back control. I blushed again and Marc used the arm behind me to touch my ear. I swatted him. 

"You're the worst," I muttered, fumbling with the tv remote. He just chuckled and relaxed next to me as I finally got the TV set up for a movie. My roommate texted me and when I checked it I showed Marc.

Who's the cute boy? I didn't know you were seeing someone???

He chuckled and touched my ear again making me jump. 

I texted her back that he wasn't my boyfriend.

Marc kept turning up the tv until my roommate complained. So I turned it back down. But he did it again. I knew he was doing it to annoy her but it was getting on my nerves too. 

When my roommate went past us to hit the kitchen, Marc was sure to turn and nuzzle the side of my head, whispering something innocent like "I bet she's jealous I'm hotter than her boyfriend," 

I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I mean you are," I whispered back. My roommate gave us the side eye as she went back to her room and I giggled, trying to copy her from earlier. Maybe it was petty. But I was enjoying Marc's attention too much to care.

Things got a little weird when it came time for bed. Roommate’s boy decided to stay over. Marc was supposed to head home but I didn't want him to leave me there with the two love birds. 

We were laying on my bed now, both rested up against the wall with my pillows.

"Think you can just fly me back with you?" I asked. 

"You need to be here for work tomorrow," Marc reminded me. I signed dramatically.

"I hate it when you're right," 

"I know," he was looking at me with something dreamy in his eyes and I had to look away. 

"You should go home and I should go to bed," I finally relented. But Marc had other ideas. 

"Do you trust me?" He asked, mischief in his voice. 

"Not when you say it like that," I told him, skeptical.

"Trust me then," Steven forced his way to the front. "Trust me," his eyes were more wild than Marc's. 

"Jake, you have anything to add?" Steven looked off to the mirror that sat on my nightstand.

"He says to trust him too," Steven said. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What? He did!" 

"Fine, what is it you're scheming?" 

I couldn't tell which one moved their body, but suddenly I was beneath them. My face flamed as he looked down at me, balanced on one hand while the other pushed against the wall. My bed moved with us on it, bumping into the wall each time.

Rhythmically.

"Oh my gods," I sputtered when I realized what the plan had been. "Stop it, she'll be so mad," 

"I don't care," It was Marc then. It must have been his idea. I shimmed down, trying to get myself out from under him as my blood was boiling with feelings I didn't have time to linger on. Plus I'd never be able to lay there again if I stayed much longer, as all I'd be able to think about was how warm he was above me. How strong he looked. How good he smelled…

"Careful how you're moving," Marc said as I tried to wiggle around his hips. He stopped his shenanigans with the wall suddenly as we both realized something at the same time. 

It felt amazing to have him between my legs. 

"Fuck it," Marc said before leaning down to cover my mouth with his. I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. My body knew what I wanted, probably before I did, and she was ready and willing to step up. 

After a moment Marc pulled away with something like fear in his eyes.

"Shit," he said, making to move away. I grabbed him as best I could and held on tight. 

"Don't you dare try to run from me Marc Spector." I told him. "You don't get to kiss me like that and run," he stared at me for a moment before his eyes rolled back and Steven looked down at me.

"I told him he should ask first, he's a bit of a twit, ain't he?" But he looked nervous too.

"Steven?" I asked, blushing as a new realization crossed my mind. "Do you want to kiss me too?" It was more of a clarification than an offer. Even though I would kiss him forever. Kiss Marc forever. Kiss Jake forever too. As long as they wanted me to. 

"Well, yeah," Steven said. "I was the first one to admit I liked you,"

"And you let Marc have the first kiss?" I teased him, my arms coming up around his neck. 

"I mean, we discussed it a bit, but it should be natural, right? Not planned like some…I dunno…movie or something." 

"Steven?" I smiled as I realized what this really meant. My moon boys liked me. The same as I liked them. 

"Yeah?" He adjusted himself over me slightly and I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around him. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

"Umm, yeah, that'd be…" I pulled him down to my lips before he could talk himself in circles. When the kiss broke I smiled at him. 

"What about you, Jake?" I asked. Steven looked surprised.

"He doesn't like coming round," Steven said. But then his eyes squeezed shut and the dark eyes shone a little differently. They were harder than Steven's, darker than Marc's. 

"Girasole," the name sounded like a prayer with how softly he said it. "Forgive us for waiting so long," 

"Kiss me and I'll forgive you," I smiled up at him and he leaned down to slot his mouth over mine. But Jake was also a man of action, and knew he didn't get long with the body unless it was important to him. Especially since technically the body had belonged to Marc and Steven longer. 

Jake hiked one of my legs over his hip and ground the bulge in his pants against my core. I gasped into his mouth, surprised, but it quickly turned into a moan as he did it again. 

He swore in Spanish before kissing me one more time, savoring me, as though he was saying goodbye. 

"We'll leave if you want us to," Marc was back and he seemed angry. I frowned at him, leg still over his hip. I flexed my thigh against him, and used my foot to draw him back against me. "Fuck," he moaned as his head dropped to my neck. He started kissing my throat and I arched back for him, pressing my chest up into his. Marc sat up and adjusted us again so that he could pull his shirt off, but when he leaned down for mine, his eyes rolled, and Steven smiled down at me.

"Hi baby," I smiled back. "Help me get this shirt off,"

"Yeah, of course," his hands were less sure than Marc's, but Steven was more eager. My shirt came off easily and Steven stared at me, laying there in my bra, as though he'd never seen me before.

"What?" I asked, self conscious. 

"You're even more beautiful than we thought you'd be," 

"Have you three been talking about me naked?" I asked, surprised and a little excited by the thought.

"I mean, yeah, especially because whoever is fronting might be thinking about it, then we see it too," 

"That's kinda hot to be honest…especially because I've been thinking about you naked,"

"Yeah?"

"Like a lot,"

Steven’s eyes rolled back.

"Steven talks too much," Marc said, leaning down to kiss me again while his hands made short work of my bra. "Though he's right, you're beautiful," Marc gave me a devilish grin before descending on my breasts. I arched for him as he nipped and sucked on one bud before moving to the next one. When my hand found itself buried in the back of his hair, I couldn't help but pull a bit as he sucked a hickey into the side of my breast. 

"To remember me by," he admired his work before his eyes rolled back and Steven was back. 

"I want to give you one too," Steven said. "If, that's ok?"

"Please just touch me," I chuckled. "And stop fighting over me, you can all have me from here on out. Take turns, whatever," I was breathless and wanting. Steven was more ravenous than Marc had been, taking longer to suck each nipple before marking the opposite with his teeth. His head fell forward for a moment and Jake sat back to pull off my pants.

"Need you," he said when I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "We all do," he added, looking in the mirror. I just nodded, raising my hips so he could slide my pants down. He undid his own pants before losing his composure and bending down to cover my stomach with kisses. I squirmed as he nibbled on my sides, with a small little grin haunting his face. I hadn't seen him look this happy in ages. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a little tug and he growled low in his throat. A different response than Marc, but still a sexy one. 

He moved on to my underwear and pulled them down, but couldn't be bothered to move enough to properly remove them, so he just took the band in his teeth and tore them in two. 

"Jake!" I gasped. "You owe me new ones!"

"Sì, sì," he agreed quickly. "Just let me taste you," and really, what else was I supposed to do but spread my legs for him? 

I hadn't been touched in forever and never by someone I liked quite so much, so as soon as his tongue slid through my folds I jerked and whined. Jake just chuckled as he went to work, laving attention on my aching clit until I was soaking wet for him. He moved back enough to examine me but all I could see was wonder and hunger in his eyes. He said something to himself I couldn't catch before he slid one finger into me, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and hold in the loud whine that threatened to fill the room.

"So tight, mì amore," he mumbled, kissing my thigh as he watched his finger move in and out of me. He added a second digit and my hips bucked.

"That feels….so good," I managed. He grinned and leaned back in to run his tongue over my clit again. "I'm gonna cum," I managed to warn him just before my orgasm tore through me like lightning. 

"Fuck, I wish I'd felt that myself," Marc was back. He noticed his fingers were still soaked and brought them to his mouth to clean. He groaned at the taste as I reached down to pull him up to my face so I could kiss him. I tasted myself on his tongue as he plunged it into my mouth. 

Marc only let my mouth leave his long enough to kick off his pants and boxers. I felt my mouth water at the site of his erection, hard, long, and weeping already. 

"For the record, I didn't agree to letting Jake have your first orgasm," He frowned. I just shook my head at him and kissed him again before moving my mouth along his jaw and up to his ear. 

"Then you should take a different first," I kissed the shell of his ear. "Fuck me, Marc," 

"God I love you," he groaned, moving to line himself up with me. He ran his tip along my sopping folds to coat himself before sinking into me. I moaned into his shoulder as he stretched me out. I had my arms around his neck again, trying to ground myself as the feeling of him threatened to send me off to space. 

"Love you too, now please," I was surprised I had to beg him. He chuckled.

"Needy," was all he said as he began to move his hips. With each snap of his hips, I lost my grip on reality. Soon enough, my moon boys were all I could feel. Were all the existed outside of me. 

I wrapped my legs around him as I came again. 

"You good, luv?" Steven's worried voice brought me back from blissed out down to blissed. 

"I am fantastic," I sighed.

"Good, good," he pulled away and I whined as he left me. 

"No wait, I want you too," I told him.

"Me?" 

"Of course you, you donut," I chuckled as I pulled him back on top of me. "I want you to cum with me this time,"

"Yeah, I can do that," he glanced up at my mirror as though one of the others interjected. 

"No fighting, Steven gets a first too," I told them, still not entirely sure if they could all hear me at once or not. 

"They don't think it's fair," Steven giggled. "I think I deserve something too,"

"You do!" I agreed. "Now make me see stars," I leaned up to kiss him and he returned my attention with an eager passion the others lacked. 

I moaned when Steven finally pushed himself into me. He stilled for a long moment while my oversensitive core pulsed around him. 

"Fuck, Steven, move," I begged. He nodded and drew his hips back, tormentingly slow, before pushing himself back in. A few more slow thrusts and he found a rhythm he could manage and I was just happy to be along for the ride.

"So good, so tight and warm and soft," he muttered away above me. I moaned back how he was perfect, better than all my previous lovers, and so much better than my hand. It didn't take long before he whined that he was going to cum. 

"Go ahead, cum for me," I purred while I soaked up all the attention he was giving me. I was drawing close to another orgasm myself but I really needed him to cum first. 

"Where?" He tried to pull out but my legs trapped him. 

"Cum inside me, it's safe, I can't get pregnant," I told him in a rush.

"Wait, what?" He asked. I hadn't told them I was infertile yet, it hasn't mattered before.

"Doesn't matter, fuck, just, just fuck me, please," I was desperate to cum again, to make Steven cum. It was beginning to look like I wouldn't get a choice in who came first. 

"Yeah, alright," Steven agreed, doubling down in his efforts. He quickly got back to that edge and when he began to tetter, I pulled him in for a kiss. He growled as he came, his hips jerking erratically for a moment before he stilled on top of me. A smaller orgasm ran through me as he tried to catch his breath and he swore as I pulsed around him again.

I ran gentle fingers over his hair until he moved back with a groan. 

I whimpered when he removed himself from me, surprised to find myself feeling sore and empty. 

Steven flopped over into the side of my bed and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but smile as I made to get off the bed and go clean up. 

"Where are you going?" Marc's voice.

"To get cleaned up and some water, need anything?" I asked. 

"I want that ass back here," he grinned. I shook my head at him. They were going to be terrible to be around after this. But I wasn't upset. 

When I returned, it seemed Marc had drifted off to sleep and I slid back into bed with new undies on and his shirt. It was stretched tight across my chest, but if they could ruin my underwear, I could stretch out one shirt.

The only downside to the whole adventure was facing my roommate and her boy toy when Marc and I emerged from my room in search of breakfast the next morning, and I realized that my roommate for sure knew what happened. Though if it had been Marc’s original plan, or the actual sex, who could say.

I wondered then, if she could hear the difference in the way each of my boys had fucked me, but then stopped myself. 

I really didn't need to know.

A few weeks later, when my roommate decided she just had to move in with her boy toy, I wasn’t even mad. My boyfriends had been asking me to move in with them since before we officially started dating, and it was an easy yes, knowing we’d be splitting rent four ways, and, you know, the whole I was in love with them thing.

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Whumpcember Day 6-Nighmares

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cw: brief mention of past character death

Joseph stumbled into the kitchen, the nightmare still trailing behind him. He reached for the light switch, hands patting around on the wall as he tried to find it. The smell of copper still lingered in his nostrils as he ickered the lights on, eyes squinting at the sudden brightness. He started walking towards the cabinets, trying to push the icky feeling away from himself.

“Why’d you have to turn the lights on?” A voice grumbled, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to find Alex plopped down on the touch, half eaten apple in her hand.

“What are you doing up?” He asked, checking the clock on the microwave. “It’s two in the morning.”

She shrugged. “I could ask the same question of you.”

“I’m getting a glass of water,” he replied stiffly, ignoring the way his chest ached as thoughts of Pat circled round his head. “You should go to bed.”

“Couldn’t sleep, Avia snores like a chainsaw.” She paused for a second to take the last bite out of the apple, then patted the couch. “Luckily, I got ol’ faithful here.”

Joseph half nodded, filling up his glass under the sink. “You want a blanket or something?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She pushed herself up from the couch, hobbling over to the trash can to toss out the core.

“You sure?” he asked, setting his glass down on the counter. “It’s no problem. I’ll show you where they are.”

“You had a bad dream, didn’t you?” She was deflecting, Joseph could tell.

“Let me get you a blanket,” he said quickly. He didn’t want to talk about Pat, not right now, and especially not with her. There was something in her that reminded him just a little too much of the fiery redhead.

“Me too,” she said, quietly and with much less condence. Joseph looked at her confused. “I…uh…I had a nightmare too.”

He hated the way she hung her neck in shame when she made her admission. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she wrapped her arms around her body. “ ‘m sorry. Don’t know why I brought it up.”

“It’s aight.” He gave her a comforting smile. “You still want that blanket?”

“Yeah, thank you.” She nodded a little, dropping her arms down by her side. “That would be nice.”

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