#anyways imma go rest because my neck is just

[ervotica]

please don’t go, i love you so

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey

note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!

hunger games masterlist

Coriolanus is possessive.

It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.

It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.

It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.

He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.

There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.

You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”

His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.

“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.

He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.

“Nothing. I have you.”

“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”

He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.

“Coryo,” you pant.

“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.

“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.

You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”

The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.

“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”

“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”

“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.

“Wanna show me just where you belong?”

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fic #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus snow x you #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fic #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfic #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #coryo snow #writing for fun #coriolanus snow smut

[laniluvsuu]

Open

Basketball player!Ony x Overthinkingblackfemreader!

Didn’t proofread like usual y’all…

When your boyfriend first told you that you two were gonna be apart, specially across the ocean from each other. You were nervous, though you loved him and trusted him, something just still made you feel so uneasy about it.

As soon as Ony landed safely, and got into his hotel he called you. “Hey ma! I just landed, I’m in my hotel. This shit hard ngl.” He said smiling while explored around his hotel room.

“Hi baby. I’m glad you landed safely. Send me pics of your room later!” You said curious to see what his room looks like since he’s so excited about it. But more importantly you wanted to know what he was gonna do now.

“Sooo..whatchu gon do now?” You asked a little nervous for his response. You heard a lot of shuffling before Ony responded.

“Mmm I gotta go out with coach and the guys in a little, but after that imma be in here f’the rest of the night.” Ony said after dropping his luggage into his closet, picking out the clothes he was gonna wear out.

“Mm okay, well call me back when you’re back in baby.” You said tryna let him go so he can get ready.

“What? Why you tryna hang up on me mama?” Ony asked you confused now with his head in the camera frame. Y’all never hung up when the other was getting ready.

“Ion know…just wanna let you get ready.” You mumbled over the phone to him. Lowkey cheesing when you saw his confused face in the camera frame, only because he couldn’t see you’re face since yours was off.

“No need f’that.” Ony said as he started getting ready. You both stayed on the phone the entire time. Once he was done you two said your goodbyes, and you started thinking again. Thinking about what if he got curious and caught up in the moment. Thinking about what if tequila grabbed his neck and said “Don’t bitch up.”

So you gave in and called him. And told him how you were feeling, how uneasy you were about the whole situation. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes while you expressed your feelings to him.

“Stop it wit that shit baby. I gotchu mama. I promise you, I didn’t come over here to play around with some other girl. I came over here to work and better myself. To help build our future life together baby, I really wish you would’ve told me how you felt before mama. Could’ve got your stubborn ass a flight with me.” Ony expressed to you as he leaned outside the bathroom bar wall waiting for your response. Once he heard you chuckle a little bit at the last thing he said he felt better.

“Mmhm you right.” You said wiping the tears that managed to fall out of your eyes. His words made you feel better, they made your heart flutter. The question that you had in his trust was completely gone and you felt bad for even having to question it. “I’m sorry baby..I feel bad now.” You said to him.

“Don’t apologize baby. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that f’me until I get back mama?” Ony said smiling and waiting for your response.

I don’t like this one. Might redo..lmk what y’all think tho. Anyways I love Coco Jones been loving her since miss roxie!!!

#xblackreader #aot x black reader #black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon #aot x reader #aot fluff #aot angst #aot fanfiction

[teyamsatan]

My sweet bb Andra 💕 How are you doing love ? 💫

I have a juicy Request and I know you will make its justice 😩🤌🏻

So basically, we have Neteyam and Mate going out for a little time together at the lake, or pond whatever (deep enough 😏😳). Reader decides to draw Neteyam. So he poses for her and well she starts drawing and all. She is all concentrated looking at the paper for a moment and she feels something being thrown at her. She looks at him and well 🥴 We don't need any precisions here :3

Reader is all flustered and Neteyam is just smirking widely. Reader hasn't any time to react because we hear Jake's voice screaming Neteyam's name from afar. Oh ! Guess what ? Neteyam forgot. Yes. He forgot a training with his father (Pls let this poor guy rest a bit 🙂).

And Lo'ak (Otherwise it wouldn't be funny hehe)

Neteyam tries to grab his loincloth but reader is faster and throws it far into the bushes, with a smirk obv. So Neteyam has no choice to jump into the water (I know that Na'vi are less ashamed of nudity... Are they ? Anyways !)

So his brother and father get there, very fastly. Everything that happened before was like in 10 secs.

The rest I leave up to you 😏 We only need some funny dad-Neteyam and brother-Neteyam interactions when he just can't go out of the water, but he's very very late... Then we have Lo'ak that finally understands and just cannot stop laughing, making Jake more than less annoyed than he already was. And we have some intense playfull eye contacts with the reader. She's enjoying it haha.

Yeah... You can end it like you want 😂💖 My brain is a mess sometimes ugh 😥

Okay Imma stop 🙈🌸 I hope this inspired you and no pressure okay ? 🫂

Smooches 🥰

no cause this is so so funny and i hope you enjoyed bestie xx it feels good to be back writing for neteyam :((

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

wc: 1170 words

warnings: smut, fluff, minors do not interact 🔞

na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, tewng - loincloth, tanhí - bioluminescent freckles

As a human on Pandora, there wasn't much for you to do, very little your body was inherently made for. You were slow and clumsy, a stark contrast to the Na'vi carrying you on his back like a little doll, all nimble and quiet as he treaded the deep shrubbery, his thumbs massaging your thighs as you rested your chin on his shoulder, humming contently in between peppering kisses to his neck.

As a human on Pandora, you were stuck in a lab most days, with filtered air and fluorescent lights, that did nothing for you, that had a rare talent of making even the most beautiful creature look ghastly and ashen, that gave you a headache, that made you miss the beautiful light peering through the uneven gaps created by the branches of the tall trees of the Omaticayan forest. Stuck as you were, you turned to artistic outlets for your boredom. You loved to draw, and you became very good in time, enough that the entire lab and some of the village were now covered in your landscapes and your portraits. The people loved you, and your talents, and often urged you to draw them or loved ones, as a way to immortalise a face or a moment forever in time, a priceless gift for them, and one that gave you a place amongst the Na'vi, even different, as you were.

As a human on Pandora, you didn't have a lot of choice of entertainment... or men. But you've never felt the lack... not when you had Neteyam. Your best friend, your confidant, he was always up for a challenge, and, let's just say, he always thought of you as one. In the few years since your 18th birthday, a rite of passage of sorts for humans, you were told, Neteyam made it his purpose to show you that you will never have to miss out on anything on Pandora, that he would make it his life's mission to... be there for you, in any and every way you needed, be it to be a shoulder to cry on, or a shoulder to rest your legs on as his head was in between your thighs, Neteyam was always there - ready to help, ready to serve.

You gulped as you reminisced about this morning, about the moans that escaped him as he was lapping at your folds like he was quenching an unquenchable thirst, like eating you out was for his own pleasure, and not your own, or the way he didn't stop until you were so overstimulated you were crying, something he made up for by showering you in soft kisses and quiet whispers of "you did so well for me, yawne. you always take me so well."

"You ok back there... friend?"

"Yes, Teyam. Just tired. Are we almost there yet?"

"Patience, love. You wanted more inspiration for your drawings, right? I told you I found just the place, and you're going love it, I promise. It's just a little further."

Well, he was right. The little meadow created by a small, clear pond, bustling with little fish swimming peacefully, drowned in warm sunlight, was the perfect backdrop for the painting you had in mind. With a small smirk, you pointed at the water and clicked your tongue at your much larger, beautiful, muscular friend.

"Get in, Teyam."

"Why?"

"I've wanted to draw you for a while, I just wanted the perfect background, and now I have it. Now go."

You chuckled to yourself as you heard a loud splashing noise, and settled on removing your pad and pens, placing them on the ground next to you as you thought about what positions would work best for what you had in mind. You gasped loudly when something soft hit you in the face, removing you from your less than innocent reveries - it seemed Neteyam was ahead of you, as you felt for the object that you removed from yourself and realised it was his loincloth. When you looked back at him, your mind shortcircuited at the sight of his naked body, glistening in the sun as the water dripped down every defined muscle, down his chest and abs, down his v-line, down his -

"You like what you see, yawne?"

Although it pained you, you raised your eyes until they met his beautiful features, tanhí shining brightly even in broad daylight, as they always did when he was overtly happy or amused, and by the wild, mischievous grin and crinkles by his eyes, it was a safe assumption he was both.

"I say you forget the painting for now, and come here so I can show you how... grateful I am you thought of me as your next subject."

It was a no-brainer to you, really, but when you heard a voice you knew all too well screaming, the noise echoing through the trees, heightening the sound, your body stilled in place.

"Neteyam! Are you there, boy?"

"Fuck! I forgot I was supposed to meet my dad for training."

"Quick, throw me the tewn-" you screeched as the instruction came too little too late, and in the heat of the moment and much to Neteyam's dismay, frightened by the quickly approaching steps of the Olo'eyktan, you threw the cloth in the opposing direction, somewhere in the bushes.

"Netey- ah, kid. What are you two doing here?"

You just looked at him, panicked, eyes flickering from him to Neteyam's younger brother, who looked at you suspiciously, eye narrowed as they assessed the situation at hand through a lens of youth and misdemeanour Jake couldn't really see, and you were glad.

"Cat got your tongue, kid?" The Sully patriarch's raised eyebrow did very little to will out of the catatonic state you found yourself in, so you remained quiet as he scoffed, turning his attention to his oldest son, instead.

"You were supposed to be in training at 1400 hours, remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come on, out. We need to be off and make up for it."

"I-I... can't."

"And why the hell not, boy?"

You felt Jake's eye roll deep in your soul, and you felt like you should take the blame for this since... you threw Neteyam's clothes away in fear, and everything. You should rectify this.

"Jake, I-"

"Oh, my Eywa! He's naked! He's so naked!"

Your mouth dropped in shock, but it was too late. The cat was indeed out of the bag, and as your and Neteyam's eyes met, listening to his dad's groans of disgust, you were a little relieved to see a hint of a smile on his face, the beautiful twinkle of amusement putting your mind at ease, letting you know it was all going to be ok. As long as you were together, and you had him, it was all going to be ok.

Reaching your hand behind your head to scratch the itchy spot at the base of your neck, you laughed awkwardly as you spoke:

"I'm... experimenting with some new artistic techniques?"

#✎ andra's requests #◘ andra's oneshots/drabbles #༊*·˚ andra's works #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fanfic #neteyam reader #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar twow #avatar fanfic #neteyam x avatar!reader #neteyam sully fanfiction #neteyam angst #awow #awow neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam x y/n #avatar way of water #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x you #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam fluff

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

NOT EVEN GONNA LIE ZODIAC ASKS ARE SUCH A COOL IDEA!!! 😭 AFTER STALKING YOUR PROF- AHEM SORRY- READING YOUR WORK- couldn't resist the irresistible energy to toss my hat into the ring *wink wonk*. A-KNEE-WAYZ we're twinning- I'm a gemini tooo 🤭🔫 and honestly I would love something fluffy (tho I wouldn't say no to some smut either teeheee) life's been stressful lately :(( I'm pretty new to the fandom so I'm rather curious to see what you'll give me 👀...OH and I use she/they pronouns :))

PS: May I ask you what your favorite flower is?

PPS: Your writing is phenomenal, imma go stalk your ao3 later

Signed,

Your newest supporter.

Omg your ask made me smile so much because of how absolutely unhinged it is 😂you can stalk me all you want! And I could already tell you were a Gemini just from the first sentence 🤣A-KNEE-WAYZ, I will give you what you want now!

Ps: I like white daisies and any red flower ☺️

Pps: thank you for supporting me so strongly, twin!🩷💅🏻

_______________________________________________

You got…🥁🥁🥁

Satoru Gojo!

“Oh my god!! And then, you will never believe what happened next, my co-worker actually told me that her step daughter got cheated on! Isn’t that crazy?! I was so shocked, clutching my pearls and everything!” You continued to ramble on and on about one of your crazy stories.

Gojo sat there with his blindfold on, taking a sip of his soda as he listened patiently.

“Satoru, are you even listening to me?” You stopped telling your story all of a sudden to ask the question.

“Am I talking too much?” You asked. You were beginning to feel insecure. In the past, people used to straight up start ignoring you because of how much you talked. You really valued your boyfriend’s opinion of you and didn’t want him to end up disliking you for some reason. You couldn’t hide the concerned look on your face.

Gojo chuckled.

“Nah, baby. Talk all you want. I’m listening~”

He sounded so fucking dominant when he said that. It actually made your cheeks start to heat up. You weren’t one to get flustered easily, but having Gojo order you to talk more did stupid things to your Gemini brain.

Gojo smirked when he saw your blush. He rested his chin on his hand, leaning back on the couch.

“In fact…Come sit on my lap while you continue that story of yours.”

Gojo’s voice was so attractive to you. It made you nervous. And the idea of sitting on his lap made your heart do a flip in your chest. As a Gemini, you have a tendency to be a little too flighty. Your mind is often all over the place. Gojo enjoys being your anchor.

You sat on his lap, facing him as you straddled him. Your cheeks were flushing so much out of embarrassment. You swallowed thickly, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s neck.

“Right…So, anyway…W-where was I in the story? I think I lost my train of thought-“ you stuttered.

Gojo’s large hands moved to grip your ass. He squeezed it casually.

“Your co-worker’s step daughter got cheated on and you clutched your imaginary pearls,” he said with a short laugh.

You giggled, trying to ignore the arousal flowing through you.

“Y-yeah! Sounds about right!” You chirped cheerfully. It made you really happy that Gojo remembered those little details. He seemed to pay attention to you just like he promised. It made your heart feel warm to be appreciated in such a way.

_____

“Ha…Y-yes…Right there, Satoru-“

You moaned quietly, your face pressed into Gojo’s neck as you rode his cock. You could feel the tip pressing into your special spot, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

“And what happened next in the story?” Gojo teased lowly, uttering the words right beside your ear.

You whined. “Satoruuu! I can’t….ha, fuck… I can’t talk-“

You were always quite vocal during sex, and how could you not be?? Gojo fucked you too well. He chuckled at your pathetic response.

“Oh? My little Gemini can’t talk anymore? Must feel really intense, babe.”

Gojo gripped your hips as he began to fuck you from below, pushing his cock up into your tight entrance. He moaned under his breath, getting lost in the feeling as he thrusted roughly without any hesitation.

“Fuck…Gonna fill you up, princess.”

#satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo x female reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo x you #gojo smut #satoru smut #imagines #headcanons #gojo #satoru #gemini

[asimpwithfreetime]

You are such a slay with your Jake Sully pussy eating hcs, like what was that anon even talking about 😭

(This is also a request to make more Jake pussy starved/eating head cannons btw 🤭)

- 🪩

You ask and you will receive, my sweet 🪩 anon <3

Imma try the first person pov to do this

Jake Sully de-stressing you after a frustrating day

The tittle is a warning on its own-

Anyways, this fic is just pure filth, porn with a tiny bit of plot, enjoy 😉

If you feel uncomfortable with mature themes, please don’t read this. Find in my Masterlist content that is more suitable for you.

[ 1st person pov ]

I was tired, completely exhausted from a big day. Being Torku Makto’s mate meant having to work a lot. The worst is that Jake was on a hunting party.

“My loveee~ I’m some earlier” I heard Jake calling me in a sing-song tone. “Hi, MaJake” I smiled sweetly at him, still lounging in my hammock with little to no strength.

“Babe, are you okay?” He questioned with concern painting his features. “Yeah, just a little tired” I sighed. He smiled coming up to the hammock to softly kiss my lips.

“Rough day, huh?” He asked. I responded with a light nod. Suddenly I saw something shift within his expression. “I know just the way to relax you” he smiled devilishly. He tied a knot to the hut’s tent flaps so nobody could open them, got rid of his hunting equipment and with just he loincloth on he approached me.

“What are you doing?” I lazily asked while laughing a little bit. “Taking the tension out of you” he said, just pressing two fingers against my clothed pussy.

He kissed my neck softly before moving me to have my legs hanging from the hammock. My back rested against the material.

His bulge pressed against my cunt with just the loincloths in the middle. He bent down to kiss me hungrily. I moaned into his mouth while his hands roamed my body.

I smiled into the kiss. He was tired and exhausted by a day out, but he was doing this because he loved me.

He started trailing kissing down my torso, moving my beaded top away and soon teasing with his teeth right above where my loincloth was tied. He swiftly undid the knot and smiled devilishly before giving a long link to my wet pussy. Just teasing me at the beginning was a must for him.

He bent down, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive entrance. I shivered and I could hear a soft chuckle escape his lips while he started kissing my inner thighs. Before I could complain he was already feasting on what’s important.

His pre-calculated licks, kisses and slurps made me moan and squirm. His big hands grabbing the sides of my body before going back at it again. He didn’t want me to move.

He teased my clit before sucking it and then sucking all the fluids that started coming out of me. “You taste so damn good” he moaned in between slurps “I could eat you out all day”.

The soft vibration of his husky voice almost inside me made me cum. I came softly, the first orgasm being soft. “That isn’t how my girl cums” he declared before going back to sucking my clit. He teased my slit with his fingers before introducing two at a time. The newly found friction with his intense sucking and my overstimulation sent me again at my orgasm. “I’m coming!” I moaned before coming a little more forcefully this time, fisting the soft hammock to keep me steady. He didn’t stop, he continued attacking my pussy with his hot tongue and I started feeling it.

A coil-like sensation building up in my stomach. He was overstimulating me on purpose. I could feel his smirk against my skin. He devoured and roamed my pussy as it was some kind of prize he won, his last meal. I felt out of breath, his tongue and fingers hitting my most sensitive spots while I started to feel it. How that coil broke, my toes curled and my legs started shaking. I moaned and cried out in pleasure, holding onto his hair, pulling softly but being unable to break my thighs apart, gently crushing his head between them. I could hear his chuckles while he continued to kiss my cunt. He did a “come here” motion with his fingers, trying to make me squirt.

And I did. A huge flow of fluids coming out of me as I began to feel completely at my high. I wasn’t able to think of something else that wasn’t the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. He drank my squirt, smiling at me while he got up and undid his loincloth.

My fluids were falling down his abs, making him glisten at the night lighting. He was smiling mischievously, looking at me from his upper view. I must have looked so fragile and small at this point. I still had spams going up and down my body. Cum flowed out of me and I had my vagina pulsing against literal nothing.

“You are so eager to have me inside of you” he smiled before penetrating me without warning. I yelped as I held to his arms. “Jake!”. He only shook his head before pressing me down onto the hammock, I was thankful the material was strong enough to hold us both.

His chest was pressed against mine, my fluids smudging on my skin. I felt full to the brim once he entered fully.

He began thrusting with force, making my already overstimulated pussy feel stretched. He once turned me around, my belly pressing on the hammock and while fucking me, he began massaging sore spots in my back. I smiled softly and tried to say thanks but it came out as a mumble.

Until this point I hadn’t paid much attention to myself. My body was sweaty, I was so fucked out that I almost looked numb. Even though I was oversensitive.

Jake continued pounding on me, his speed going up. “Fuck, today you are having so many spasms” he laughed while massaging and playing with my body. “I’ll cum soon if you keep pressing like this”.

Soon enough, he pulled out and came all over my back. “Now I’ll clean you up” and the aftercare session was even better. He gave me a soft massage with some oils after he cleaned me. “I know you had a hard day today, love. Just relax with me” was the last thing I heard before dozing off into sleep, being held in his arms.

#avatar x reader #avatar james cameron #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar ( james cameron ) #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar smut #jake sully smut

[cowpokeomens]

Is it alright if i request jolly x reader

with reader cockwarming jolly before bed

My mans J-dawg is so underrepresented in this cult so Imma write for him first, nonnie.

If you've sent in a request in the last week or so, I see you!!! I'm gonna be going to town writing for the next few days so pls do not feel I'm ignoring you!!

Anyways, let's get slutty! I tried to make this gender neutral (we all got holes baby!!!) so I hope that all EIGHTEEN AND UP AUDIENCES will enjoy, mwah love u <3

You had never been superb at “reading the room.” It took you until your mid-20’s to catch on when people were hitting on you, and what felt like even longer to catch onto the weird passive-aggressiveness of your last roommate (Who the fuck even leaves a sticky note for coffee left in the pot overnight? It’s not like it was going to detonate!) But Jolly- you could read him like a book. It came easy as breathing, picking up on the minute shifts in his mood. You’d be at dinner with friends, and his eyes would linger on you for a half-second too long, and you’d know: He wants to leave, now. He’d blink slowly, face impassive, and you could tell he’s fighting back the urge to pop off at some dumbass music executive over superfluous deadlines. You knew what every micro-expression meant. Tonight though- tonight Jolly was restless. 

You’d both laid down in bed 45 minutes ago, you reading your fairy-porn novel of the week, Jolly thumbing through some music magazine in another language. You didn’t have time to linger on how you’d both become an old married couple, though, because of his incessant leg-shaking.

It was the occasional foot-tap at first. Every few seconds, his foot would change directions, an innocent gesture. 15 minutes in, he was shifting his entire body every few seconds, jostling the bed with him. For the rest of the time, though, his leg was just- shaking. Bouncing on the mattress like a kid counting “Monkeys On the Bed.” With a sigh, you shut your novel. 

“Not enjoying your book?” He asked casually, almost vibrating. 

“I was enjoying it immensely, actually- Rhys was about to put Feyre through the mattress- but someone is doing their best impression of a sentient Hitachi wand next to me in bed.”

His leg stopped at once, and he turned to you apologetically. “I’m sorry, älskling. I’m having a hard time winding down. There’s a bridge in one of the new songs that’s got us all stumped, and-”

“Hush.” You said softly. “You don’t have to apologize, I’m not mad. Just concerned.” You placed your book on your bedside table, crawling over to straddle his lap. A year ago it would have made him stiffen up immediately (it still might), but nowadays there was less lust driving your relationship, more of an ebb and flow in emotional output to help balance each other. You had fucked like bunnies those first few months, but now you had both accepted that you were it for each other- you could take all the time you wanted, without the need to rip off each other’s pants to feel close. Still, though- you knew your partner. 

You leaned in close, nose tracing along the column of his neck. He exhaled shakily, hands coming up to rub your hips soothingly. You kissed him once, twice, feeling his cock twitch in his pants in response. You were still rubbing along his neck when you asked, “Want me to keep you warm?”

His next breath was heavy with relief, like drinking water when you didn’t even know you were thirsty. “Please.”

You nodded, coming up to kiss him on the tip of his nose, one hand snaking into his pants as you began to jerk his length to hardness. His eyes slipped shut, hands still heavy on your hips. He was full in no time at all, hot in one hand as the other reached over to rummage around in his bedside table. When you finally pulled out a tube of lube, he opened his eyes. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t-”

“Hush.” You said again. “I’m not young and spry like you, I can’t just get it up whenever.”

He snorted. “I’m older than you, älskling.”

You rolled your eyes. “I want to. I just need a little assistance tonight.” As you finished your sentence, you rubbed your hole with two slippery fingers, sighing as you slowly eased them in. It only took a minute or two for the muscle to relax, after which you popped your fingers out, wiping them on Jolly’s pillow. 

He frowned at you. “I haven’t had to sleep with lube on my pillow since I was, what, 19?”

You grinned wickedly. “Don’t I make you feel young?”

He huffed a laugh, sliding further down on the bed so it was easier for you to situate yourself. You grabbed his length, lining it up with your entrance, sliding down slowly. Even with the lube, there was a stretch that had become familiar and pleasant over the time you two had spent together. Jolly sighed underneath you, jaw going slack as his muscles relaxed. You finally bottomed out, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. His hands came up to rub your back slowly, slipping under your shirt in a fluid motion. 

“D’ya wanna roll over?” You mumbled into his chest feeling full and sleepy already. 

“Mhm.” Was his affirmative, gingerly maneuvering your bodies so that you were both on your sides, facing each other. Even with his gentle movements, you could feel him shift inside you, making you gasp.

“Sorry, älskling.” He murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

You quieted the horny monster that lived inside you for the time being, promising yourself the morning. You could be good, for now. “S’okay.” You murmured back.

The hand that was rubbing your back wrapped tighter around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. You slowly wrapped your leg around his waist, making sure not to move too quickly. He let out one last deep breath, then you could feel him fall asleep. It wasn’t longer after that you followed suit, the heaviness inside you a comfort.

#joakim karlsson fic #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson x reader #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens x reader

[scentedloverangel]

An Mc who doesn't care about death but asks for it.

Warning:Choking,mentions of death. angst I think but anyways luv yall. Xoxo

It all started off fine the first few months in the Devildom.You the human, along with the seven brothers or sins as I should say, They always protected Mc from danger.

Realizing that Mc is with the sins and their anger against a human. Ha! who am I kidding Mc would get crushed.

Not long before Mc experienced death so many times they gave up on being afraid instead you desired death so many times but kept being brought back to life. oh how a pity..

One day You and Satan got in trouble for bringing in cat's and kittens. Lucifer got mad and eventually blew off because of how many times this kept on happening.

"For diavolos sake how many times do I keep on repeating myself!" Lucifer spoke in anger. That didn't keep you from talking back. "Lucifer We only did this because we wanted to have fun."

Satan looked at you with widened eyes. Did you really speak back...Your life is now on the line. "What was that you say MC? Repeat it now or I will make you say it my my hand."

"What a pity you didn't hear me..but I'll be nice I said that we just wanted to have fun and that threat of yours won't wor-" Lucifer got you by the neck and held you tightly.

"Pathetic dying by my own hands. Just who do you think you are...your just a weak human nothing else" You struggling to speak finds yourself to say a few words to the avatar of pride.

"Kill me lucifer. I no longer desire life! just kill me already! You almost killed me once! Please do it end my life!" Lucifer froze at those words "What did you say..." Lucifer let you go, Eyes widened by satan and lucifer looking at you.

You can tell at this point the other brothers were hearing too."Come in all of you. You don't need to hide" The rest of the brothers come in terrified at this point. "What's with the long faces~ hmm?"

"M-Mc is it true?" Mc turns around to Mammon teary eyed looking at You. "Of course dear! Death awaits for me~" as you say that the brothers look at Mc crying their hearts out and lucifer ended the lecture and sent Mc off.

You on the other hand you were always looking for death in some ways, But when you bring the fact up that you wanna die. It doesn't end well..

(Alr imma do part 2 later on in the after noon or morning bc its like 2:07 AM and I'm tired love yall byee)

#obey me angst #obey me #obey me lucifer

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

loving how Cera in the land before time show is many things but innately wanting to be "the hero" isn't one of them XD

not because she doesn't have the ego for it- defensively hyperconfident and loud about pointing out things she thinks are stupid- she just legit is so tired. she Just wants to sit in the mud pools and chill.

I'm glad they remembered that from the movies. because it's true there too- comes to Little Foot's rescue? eye roll and annoyed "Don't we always?"- saves Petri from a falling rock by tackling him out of the way at the last moment "Cera! You saved me!" "Yeah? So? No big deal-" *gets hugged* "-awww"

like she'll take the positive attention you give her and preen about it, but her first reflex is to NOT have to deal with stuff PLEASE can we not deal with stuff for FIVE MINUTES-

Littlefoot's always the one like "lets go on a dangerous adventure!"

and Cera goes along with it bc she's convinced her friends would all get eaten or squished immediately if she wasn't there to be brutally honest and snarky about everything

(petri fills in when she's not around sometimes)

(when he's not terrified anyway)

it's really gooooooood dynamic. she's not actually TRYING to compete with Littlefoot as leader on adventures or hero of the great valley- they got over that in the first movie- now she's just here to keep her long necked friend's idealist and chronically curious head from completely floating away in the clouds

anyway. laughed out loud when Petri was like "OH WOW CERA NOT ONLY ISN'T DEAD SHE CHASED AWAY THE DANGER! IMMA TELL EVERYONE SHE A HERO!"

Cera's just >:/ going "no wait guys it was an accident- aaand he's gone. UGH. oh whatever..."

and then the rest of the episode happens (HEH)

love love love how the grown ups the great valley- who did NOT have to figure out how to survive on their own as KIDS via problem solving and group dynamic politics without ANY strength or size help to fall back on-

they are so, soooooooo bad at thinking outside the box. ANY of the stuff the main kids do is just mind blowing to them. unblock the stuck water? fight sharp teeth by throwing fruits they can't stand at them? scare away the belly draggers by making some rocks fall down? genius brilliant amazing talented- "HAAAAIL!! THE AMAZING THREE HORN GIRL-!!"

guys what in the actual heck. a parade. with tree star confetti? my dudes, how bored ARE you all?

just let her rest XD let her go nap in the mud pools oh my gods

#the land before time #tlbt #cera tlbt #littlefoot tlbt #perti tlbt #free her from this nonsense #my girl is exhausted

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin. 

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care. 

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard. 

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her. 

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one. 

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled. 

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.  

---------------------

A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

#fezco x reader #fez x you #fezco blurb #fezco euphoria #euphoria blurb #euphoria imagine #fezco x black!reader

[kayrockerqog]

Ah yes, at last, the day my brain insisted I prepare for, given what the prompt is!

Day 4 of @ygoc-week focuses on Relationships!

And, well, while there are several options to choose from when it comes to Musa's relationships, from her friendly rivalry with Misawa to her almost sibling like relationship with O'Brien to the eventual unofficial adoption by Cronos to even the absolute dumpster fire that is her thing with Asuka or Manjome...

...but I think we all know where this is going.

Thus, allow me to introduce the source of my Musa brainrot, the absolute peak which is: Leadershipping.

because what else is meant to happen when the emotionally stunted meets the emotionally vocal? the introvert meets the extrovert?? the touch-starved meets the physically affectionate??? the "what do you usually do while I'm gone" meets the "wait for you to come back 🥺💞"????

Strength and Temperance.

And now imma gush about it under the cut so have fun with that-

Okay for one, the fact he calls her Musey.

At first shes super adamant about him not calling her that, but it sorta just slips out anyways, and it isnt until her siblings arrive that Kenzan realizes "shhhhhit have I been triggering her this whole time" and starts calling her Musa.

But now its WEIRD because shes gotten used to him calling her that, and the nickname isnt really associated with her siblings anymore, it's with him.

So in their tag duel, one of her brothers calls her Musey, and she glares at him like "you're not allowed to call me that" but when she makes a good move and Kenzan excitedly grins at her like "atta girl, Musey!" and her brothers get pissy like:

"Hey, dont call her that, scum!"

"Actually, no, he's allowed to."

"WHY HIM?"

"Wait, I can?"

"Yes, I like when you do it. It sounds much nicer when you say it."

"HAH! TAKE THAT, I MADE YOUR INSULT INTO A GOOD THING >:D!"

and eventually he slips into even more nicknames, spanning from "my muse" to "songbird" and the like,,,

And while Musa doesnt really use nicknames, she DOES have a thing where once you pass a certain point in her head, she'll use your first name.

So after the tag duel victory and shes being squeezed to death in a victory hug, she just gently hugs him back like "Thank you, Tyranno..."

And he starts internally screaming-

BUT

But

This shit goes CRAZY once season three rolls around, because uh

Well

First off, the zombie stuff is a thing, and Musa hangs back to help organize the home base, but before the others leave she calls for Kenzan and places one of her cards in his hand "for emergencies, bring it back to me" and whatnot.

He nods and places it in his deck like immediately, hes still doing it as they walk off, and Musa's standing there watching them leave, and then Fubuki fucking Tenjoin shuffles over to her smirking like ">:)c well well, the queen of Ra has just given her champion a token of her affections~" and shes like "...nuh-uh-"

And when everyone gets back she just not so subtly sets aside an extra plate to give him since she knows he'd be hungrier and "it is a good contingency in case we need physical support, he is the strongest among us." And Fubuki just gives her this LOOK but she does NOT care because Kenzan's like "awww, Musey, you flatter me, saurus-"

But it ain't all good times in this neck of the woods, no SIR

Since

Well

You dont expect the loss of the emotionally vulnerable woman's emotional support (among three of her other companions) to go over well right-

Like shes already in a tizzy because the others are dying right? But like the second Kenzan dies she just completely shuts down, and somehow his bandana flutters down in front of her and its just

God its game over man

If Obrien and Jim didnt show up Musa wouldve torn Judai to SHREDS, the pure banshee scream of despair she let out was something no one wouldve expected out of her, it actually caused some of the others to flinch.

So naturally she's wearing the bandana for the rest of the season and when everyone makes it back in the end Musa's too busy making sure Sho is alright and also very awkwardly but affectionately hugging Jim and O'Brien before Jim nudges her like "Oi, Musey, lookit-" and Kenzan is there and now shes crying and HE'S crying and runs over and scoops her up in a spinny hug and just

It was the first proper ship art I drew for them, because I'm ill, all of this art is relatively old but fvakdndjaldnhsix I have mORE SKETCHES THESE TWO ARE LOWKEY WHAT SAVES ME FROM ART BURNOUT-

But yeah, this is super incoherent but I do not care, they are just,,, super sweet. The slight slowburn, the mutual "they're so awesome and cool why would they ever like me back", the genuine friendship, the fact Kenzan lowkey has guard dog energy around her. Ugh, I'm weak. I'm weak. I push them together like dolls.

#yes i will talk about them more dw #i have so much to say #but theres only so much one post will be suitable for fjskfnsjsk #yugioh gx #yugioh oc #yugioh oc week 23 #oc || musa vogel #yugi-fucking-oh #kay's arting #kay's yelling about musa again

[blackmambaboobs]

Hi! You write really good!

Um, could we please have some sniper stuck in a "there was only one bed/sleeping bag" situation with Reader, his non-merc crush?

Laughs evilly as I rub my little, fat hands together like a Fly Also, didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a fic', so Imma go with a fic'!! And thank you!! You're so kind!! I decided to make this fluffy (and kinda angsty) instead of smutty this time! :>

After Party

Everyone happily drank their alcohol as cheers were shouted into the air. You were a bit tired though and looking over at Sniper next to you, seemed to be more mentally tired than physically. You Guys decided to have a party after a lot of hard work. You worked as a bartender, and it wasn't as exhausting as the work that the other Guys did, but you felt thankful that they invited you anyways. Putting your drink down on the table, you walk over to Sniper, a little sway to your hips as he looks up at you from his drink, a tired expression on his face. Poor Guy, you thought. "Hey," you said softly with a smile. "'ey, Mate," he replies with a smile of his own. He takes a drink and sets the glass on the table behind him. "Enjoyin' the party?" He asks. "Yeah, but I'm tired, I don't know how everyone else still has energy!" You say, shrugging. He snorts, clearly amused. "Agreed, I'm not a huge fan of big parties." You hum in acknowledgement. An awkward silence takes over between you two and you clear your throat. "I'm gonna go back to our room to get some rest, wanna join me?" You ask, pointing behind you. He nods with a grunt. You all had a room, two people in each of them. As far as you knew, they should have two beds in them for each person.

They don't have two beds, at least not for you and Sniper. You look at the one bed that sat in the middle of the room with an embarrassed expression on your face. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Sniper doesn't seem to have much of a reaction as he walks over to the bed and picks up a note that had been left there.

"Yo Snipes! Thought we'd help you out with Y/N! -Scout"

"That explains it," Sniper mutters to himself as a growl escapes his throat. "W-What is it?" You ask, trying to ignore your racing heart. "Uh, they didn't have enough beds for everyone," he lies, his cheeks red as he throws the note away. "A-Ah, I see." You reply, your thoughts racing at what to do. "Don't worry, I'll take the floor, you take the bed." Sniper states as he grabs a pillow and blanket off the bed. "No, I'll sleep on the floor, you need the bed more than me!" You say, placing a hand on his arm without a second thought. Sniper stiffens as his thoughts turn to mush. He wasn't used to you being so close. Did you always smell this good? "Sniper?" You question, stopping Sniper's thoughts. "Yeah? Sorry, uh, was thinking for a sec'," he says, trying to keep his composure. "We can... share the bed if you like?" You ask, wanting to smack yourself right as the words came out of your mouth. Sniper was thankful you couldn't see his scarlet face because of his hat. "U-Uh," he spurts out, "yeah, we could do that." He places the blanket and pillow back on the bed, fixing it so it was comfortable for you.

You can't help but stare at Sniper's back as he tried to sleep. You wanted to trace the line going down it and to rub his shoulder blades to release the tension in them. "Oi, I can feel ya' looking at me, somethin' wrong?" Sniper asks, stopping your thoughts. "O-Oh, um, just thinking is all," you say, cringing at how your lie sounded unsure. "I know you're lyin', Mate," Sniper says as he turns over to face you, causing your heart to pound and your face to heat up. "What's wrong?" He asks, his facial expression showing concern. You sit up against the headboard and rub the back of your neck nervously. Sniper gives you a worried look and sits up. You can't help but stare at the scars and stitches on his chest. "'ey, eyes up here, Love," Sniper says, amusement in his voice. You look away at the window next to you, gulping. "Um, I," you start, trying to find the words that are scattered in your brain. Sniper simply raises a brow, waiting for you to continue. You sigh, you were tired of being scared. "I... I like you... Romantically, I mean!" You blurt out, immediately covering your mouth with your hand as if that would make the words go back in. Sniper's eyes are wide as he looks at you with his jaw dropped. You? Liking him? He must've been dreaming! "S-Sniper? Are you okay?" You finally break the silence with your voice. He blinks a few times, as if he was trying to remember how to function properly. "You don't have to lie to me, Love." He says, with such a sad voice that makes your heart break. "I'm not lying!" You say sternly, giving him an offended expression. He stares into your eyes, his own heart racing. You're not lying, he can tell just by reading you.

"Why?" Is all he asks. "W-Why me?" "What do you mean?" You question, confused. "Why do you like me, there's nothin' special about me, unlike the others..." He says, looking away as he rubs the back of his neck. You huff. You're annoyed now, not at him, but at the fact he sees himself that way. "Why?" You ask. "Well, I can list multiple things as to why I like you..." And you do, you list everything that you like about him, from his kind heart to his voice even to his weird habits that others would find concerning. He's left speechless, his heart feels like it might burst out of his chest as he stares at you. You watch as his shoulders relax and a lovey-dovey smile appears on his face. "Jesus Christ, Love, just gotta make me turn into mush, yeah?" He says, snorting with a red tint to his cheeks. He gently facepalms, trying to hide his smile with his hand as he looks at you. "Does that mean, y-you like me too?" You ask with wide eyes, feeling like you might explode out of nervousness. "I wouldn't be smilin' like an Idiot if I didn't like you too, Mate," Sniper says and you waste no time, pouncing on him and wrapping yourself around him like a Koala. You nuzzle your head under your chin as he chuckles with genuine happiness. "Might need to start calling you 'Koala' instead."

You lay together, wrapped around each other and with smiles on your faces as the crickets chirp outside.

Sniper's gonna need to thank the Guys for this.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 #x reader #reader insert #estrella writes #estrella answers #awesome anon #anon #fluff #kinda angsty?

[ghostwriterdiariesxoxo]

Down For You (Teaser)

Chapter 19: (Flashback pt. 3) teaser.

[yeah it’s been a hot ass minute, but hey…imma finish what I started - new chapter up soon( the real truth behind Cam and Bo are about to start surfacing and as always...imma fuck y'all up 😎but until then…the teaser)

One Week Before Camille’s Birthday...

 Camille and Haley’s Apt

Bo hadn’t seen Haley since the night he took her home from the bar several weeks ago. The thought stirred uncomfortably in his head when he heard the faint sound of her voice trickle in through Camille’s bedroom door. It was like a splash of cold water, extinguishing the heat rising between him and Camille, who’d managed to pull him into another heavy make-out session after he’d insisted he needed to leave over an hour ago.

“I thought you said Haley wasn’t here?” He asked, pulling his tired, swollen lips from hers.

“She must have just gotten in,” Camille sighed in heavy frustration. “What the hell does it matter anyway?” She pushed him onto his back and leaned over him, studying him through narrowed eyes.

He shrugged. “It doesn’t—just asking.” Camille shook her head in disgust and sat up on the bed. “Jesus Camille, it was just a question,” Bo snapped, although he knew her annoyance had very little to do with his inquiry and far more to do with the fact that they both still had their clothes on.

It didn’t take long after he started dating Camille for her to figure out he was a virgin. And although her initial reaction was a giggle fit, it quickly became her laser-focused mission to change it. That much was evident to him. But although the why behind her determination was still unclear, he knew it was either classic sexual frustration or some kind of need for validation—or both. But his argument that he just wanted to ‘wait until the moment feels right’ was losing its luster as the days and weeks passed, and even he was starting to grow tired of his own hesitance. Camille was a classic example of a hot girl that any guy would want to get with. He wasn’t nervous about it, and his body was giving him the full greenlight, so it certainly wasn’t a physical hang-up. He’d taken more cold showers than he could stand at that point. The problem was all in his mind. The closer he edged towards letting go and giving in, the louder it became, jumbled with thoughts, clambering one over the other. None of which were profound by any means. Just a congested mess of ‘Stop’ – ‘Don’t’– ‘Not now.’

“Look, I’m sorry, all right?” Bo said quietly. He sat up, resting his back against the terribly uncomfortable iron post headboard of her bed as he brushed the sweep of his hair to the side, noting that he desperately needed to get it cut. “I think I’m just distracted with trying to write the show and everything.”

Camille rolled her eyes but leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder as she gazed up at him. “You still have like, an entire month before you have to have it done,” she pouted.

“Yeah, and it’s arguably the most important thing I’ve ever written,” he replied.

The morning after he left Haley in tears, he met with a major network, interested in making him a new headliner. If what he wrote was good enough, his act would be filmed and released nationwide. This was the big break.

Camille grinned. “You know what I think?”

“What’s that?”

“I think it would do your writing some good if you let me help clear that head of yours. And if that doesn’t talk you over the edge, then how about this?” In one quick move, she straddled his lap and leaned in, planting small kisses on the side of his neck. “My birthday’s next week, and you’re the only thing I want.”

He laughed quietly under his breath and pulled her face into his hands. “You know what I think?” Camille tipped her head in question. “I think you’re a spoiled fucking brat.”

She grinned wildly, “Yeah? So what?” Brushing his hair from his eyes, she continued. “Whatever stuck-up moral code you’re holding onto? Let it go. Stop following your own rules because it feels so damn good to break them. So just do it. Break the damn rules.”

“Astounding wisdom, Cam,” he grinned before glancing at his watch. “I gotta go.”

As they emerged from Camille’s bedroom and rounded the corner, Bo was caught off guard when he realized that Camille’s loud pack of friends were all scattered around the living room. Several pairs of eyes, all of them landing directly on him. But what really got his attention was the particular pair that belonged to Haley as she gazed up at him from the couch. Her expression was tight, unsettled. But Bo was relieved that, if anything, they didn’t have the hurt or the tears settled in them like the last time he saw her. And after quietly mumbling goodbye, he left.

Two Days Before Camille’s Birthday…

Nick’s Comedy Stop

 

Bo moved methodically around the stage, wrapping cables,  gathering mic stands, and packing them into their hard-shell cases. The theater was empty and quiet, and for that, he was grateful. The show at Nick’s Comedy Stop that night was a packed house, and although he felt fairly confident in his performance, he couldn’t shake the urgency to get back to his apartment so he could get some more writing done. He still had a few weeks before the network execs would be returning to see what he had to offer, but the pressure was on, and it was all he could think about.

As he packed the last few things away, he heard the familiar clank of the door closing towards the back of the theater. Squinting past the bright stage lights and out into the darkness, his hands froze on their way to closing the case when Haley appeared at the edge of the stage, offering a quick wave and a timid smile. She was the last person he expected to see, and after a few beats of astounded silence, he managed to speak.

“Mystery girl…”

“Help me up?” She said softly, holding her arms out.

“Uh—Yeah, of course.”

Just like the night they first met, he moved to the edge and pulled her onto the stage. But this time, it took a little longer to drop her hands from his, and as much as he wished he could stop staring, he couldn’t, even after she laughed shyly and looked out towards the stage lights.

“I just wanted to say congrats,” she explained after a few quiet moments. She turned her eyes back to his. “I heard about the network.”

“Oh—right. Uh, thanks. I mean, it’s not official yet but—”

“It will be—I have no doubt about that.”

Bo nodded, and although he was thankful for the compliment, it was genuine confidence in her delivery that he appreciated most.

She turned her eyes back once more to the lights, and a few quiet seconds passed.

“Haley…I’m sorry again—about the other night.”

“Don’t be,” she replied quickly. “I mean—I probably wouldn’t have been able to remember it anyway.” The sound of her nervous laugh struck a smile on Bo’s lips, even though he felt a tug of hurt because he wasn’t necessarily apologizing as much as confessing—that he was actually genuinely regretful that he didn’t let her kiss him. “Anyways,” she shrugged. “I should probably get going. Let you get out of here.”

“It was really good to see you,” Bo returned. “I’m glad you came by.”

She gave him a soft smile and a quick nod. “Kay, well—goodnight.” Turning on her heels, she moved to the edge of the stage.

Suddenly the only thing Bo could think about was Camille’s words. ‘Stop following your own rules. It feels so damn good to break them. So do it. Break the damn rules.’ He didn’t remember taking the steps to get there but suddenly, there he was—right behind Haley as he reached out and took her hand. Her soft blonde curls danced around her shoulders as she turned, her bright eyes lit with question.

To Haley, it all happened so quickly but yet, somehow,  in slow motion. The moment she turned, Bo slipped his hand behind her neck, his eyes fell to her mouth, and suddenly his lips were wound tightly with hers, his kiss sinking so deeply and slowly, her legs went weak, and she was thankful his arm slid tightly around the small of her back. And it was there in his arms that she hung helplessly as she took in every fiber of the moment. Every second of that feeling of his mouth moving warmly over hers until it lifted, and she opened her eyes to meet his, gazing down at her, wide and wondering. The air felt charged and electric, and that--was what Haley would always recall as the very moment she fell in love with Bo.

#boburnhamfanfic #boburnhamfic #bo burnham fanfic #ao3 #down for you #beforetheact #downforyou #bo burnham x

[healerelowen]

Okay, this was an idea I shared with my friend a while ago and I wanted to write it out. So you know how P03 turns into a stoat right? What if P03 had an established S/O (Who isn’t a challenger mind you) before Act 1 and while they’re looking for him, they stumble upon Leshy and get turned into a stoat too? Don’t worry, the ask prompts are still in progress. It’s just going to take me a while to get to everyone because there’s like 11 asks and 7 of them are for 3 or more people. I might make multiple stories of this and you all are more than welcome to request something with the ask prompts with this idea of mine. Imma call this Au, ‘The second stoat card Au’.  Anyways I hope you enjoy, and have a good rest of your day/night!  

-A Mysterious Transformation-

    “P03? Are you out here?” You called out as you stumbled across leaf strewn ground, pushing past against low hanging pine branches. You had been looking for your beloved Scrybe, P03, who had mysteriously gone missing without a trace.

While your fellow coworkers continued their work in the factory, you decided to go looking for him. It wasn’t like him to leave the factory unannounced, let alone for extended periods of time. You tried to set your worries aside as you continued forward. However that residing fear sat in your gut like a led weight.

“P03? Come on, answer me!” You called out again, desperation made your chest ache. Your ears pricked at the sound of rushing water in the distance, maybe Leshy has an idea as to where he went? You set off into the direction of Leshy’s cabin, hopefully you will find some trace of your lover there. 

—

The last thing you saw was a flash of white. You had lost against Leshy in a round of Inscryption, however what he had said beforehand didn’t sit right with you. “Although I have significant doubts that you will use the Old Data for your own personal gain, I am not willing to risk it to be in someone’s hands whom that bot trusts.” What Leshy had meant by that was beyond you, but you didn’t really have any time to think about it. Once you had woken up from the effects of the flash, you were still in Leshy’s cabin.

However things were different, you were lying face up towards the ceiling and you were inside a compact space. You tried looking around, but considering your position, it was difficult. '`Finally awake huh?” said a voice above you. You looked to see a white stoat right above you, it’s pale eyes staring into you. That voice sounded so familiar. No it couldn’t be him, could it? “Here let me help you out.” It said as it grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you out of the compacted space.

You turned to look at what you were stuck in, it was one of Leshy’s beast cards. You were puzzled, how did you get into one of his beast cards? You looked at the name of the card. ‘Stoat’ it read, upon reading this you looked down at where your feet would be, but instead you saw two paws, all too similar to a stoat.

“Pretty sure there aren’t any other Scrybes around here, or have I just been gone that long?” The stoat spoke, ears flattening slightly. “I’m assuming you’re not sure how you ended up like this either?” You said, trying to see if Leshy was anywhere nearby. He didn’t seem to be on the other side of the table.

The stoat huffed, “Well, that stinking beast certainly has something to do with it, that’s for sure.” It muttered, then it paused. “Wait…” it said, a mixed expression of horror and disbelief on its small face. “S-S/O? Wh-What are you doing here?! I thought you would’ve stayed at the factory!” The stoat spoke frantically. All of your worried thoughts came crashing down on you, it’s him. It’s really him.

P03 was the stoat standing in front of you at this very moment. You felt yourself rush forward and the next you knew you were nuzzling against P03’s white, fluffy chest. “I-I was worried, so I came looking for you.” You murmured. You felt P03 rest his head on top of yours, “You’re too kind for your own good, you know that?” it said, its fur ruffling against a sudden chill in the cabin. You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. “Stoat? Is there another talking card?” Called a voice from below the table.

P03 pulled away and scampered off to the edge of the table, you followed close behind him. “Yes Stink Bug, there is.” P03 announced with his gaze flicking from you and back to the stink bug on the cabin floor. “There’s more talking cards? Are all the cards like this?” You asked, more questions swarming your mind by the second. P03 shook his head, “No, not all of the cards are like this. It’s just us four.” You tilted your head to one side, “Four?” As if on cue, a wolf with a scarred eye emerged from the darkness and joined the stink bug beneath the table. Well this was certainly going to be quite the situation. 

—- I will make multiple stories of this, don’t worry about it ending on a cliffhanger.       

#inscryption #inscryption p03 #p03 #p03 x reader #p03 my beloved #inscryption stoat

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hello!!! Quil!!! It's been so long!!! Sorry about that, I've been struggling with exams and brain rotting over a new fandom. Well. Not new, per se. The game is kinda old. And the fandom seems to be dying. But it's not dead yet!!! Also I have my final exam on Thursday (Tmr) and after that I am a free man!! Until February, at least.

Anyway, I've been brain rotting over Detroit: Become Human and my new blorbo Connor, the android sent by cyber life. He is simply. A vibe. I love him sm. I especially love his interactions with his Companion, Hank. The first of these interactions being "You know where you can shove your instructions?" and Connor just stares at Hank blankly. Hold on, imma go find and link it. And another one. Involving Hank's dog, Sumo. Unfortunately they both involve drinking, so if you're sensitive to that then don't watch.

You know where you can stick your instructions?

Sumo, attack!

The two together are hilarious, it's a great break from the general depressiveness of the rest of the game. Which is weird, because they're homocide detectives. Really says something about the rest of the game.

I hope you enjoy your day!!! And your brain rot!!! And your "How long does it take neck bruises to form"!!!

-Heathen

Heathen! Hello! Answering this a few days after you sent it so I can't wish you luck on your exam anymore, but I can say that I hope it went well! Now I'm trying to remember what my own exam schedule is, because my semester ends...the 9th? I think? I don't actually know.

But you are now a free man until February! Congratulations! I will be a free man with you in like. two weeks. and only until january but still.

Also I've heard of that game! I don't know a whole lot about it, but I have vague memories of a very lifelike robot guy? Whenever I think of lifelike robots i just think of the Lifelike series, so maybe I'm mixing things up, but who knows!

I watched both the clips you linked, and I can 100% see why you'd enjoy it! It's reminding me of something but I can't remember what. Some book maybe? Not the Lifelike series, something else. Oh that's gonna bug me! It's fine, totally fine. Wait maybe it's the movements reminding me of the Assassin's Creed games. They've got that fluid but still unnatural movement. Maybe that's what it is

I had no idea they were homicide detectives though. I actually don't have like any context for the game at all I just know it's a game and there's a robot guy. I'm glad you enjoy it, though! Even with a dying fandom, it's fun to have new interests.

And thanks! I hope you enjoy your day as well, and I will do the same! Having all the thoughts in the world about my silly little interests and writing my silly little things. The neck bruises fic is actually now posted! It's the most recent dialogue prompt, so that was fun :)

It's lovely to hear from you!!

#quil's queries #heathen nonsie #i also have an ask from you about maui from like. june or july or something I promise i'm not intentionally ignoring #it keeps fading from my awareness but I will answer it! ...someday #congrats on finishing your exams and all that! #i hope you enjoy your break #i. for one. am very much looking forward to my break #it's three and a half weeks! and I'm not taking an intersession course this time! #which means it's the longest break I'll have had in...two years? #yeah. two years #so that'll be nice :) #long post

[angelfishofthelord]

omg I kinda want to ask about all three WIPs (think I've seen you mention the Bible one but that's it) can I ask about all three WIPs. but especially the claire one 👀

ok omg im so sorry this took me so long to answer @castiel-kline and @laufire but i've moved into my new apartment now so here i go:

i wrote around 2k of this wip last year and haven't had a chance to go back to it since. its set in s9 and claire is around, presumably since like the first episode. anyways malachi kidnaps her and cas: her, because they want her to be a vessel for multiple angels (true vessel bloodline and all that) and cas, just as leverage aka torture to convince claire to say yes.

and imma put the rest of this under the cut cuz it gets graphic:

so the whole fic is from claire's pov, and she's drifting in and out of consciousness from being drugged with angel grace but she does see that cas is there. like this is the opening of the fic:

later she'll realize that the angels have been hanging cas and then resurrecting him, over and over. yes i've written about repeated death as torture before leave me alone its one of my favorite whump tropes

and then she's finally alert enough to actually watch cas get hung and choke to death and she goes absolutely ballistic. this coincides with bartholomew raiding malachi's barracks and he helpfully kills all the angels and then looks at claire and goes "you're worthless bye"

so claire is left alone with cas' body hanging from the ceiling

eventually sam and dean show up, with hannah in tow, who kindly resurrects cas but cas refuses to let her heal the rope burns on his neck. later in the fic i was gonna refer to that as a scar cas insists on keeping because it reminds him that he hasn't been killed and resurrected by malachi again.

and then i didnt write this far, but basically claire would start remembering different times when cas was hung to death. and she'd think it was nightmares of the one time he died, but then she'd figure out that it was memories and she'd be like oh fuck cas was dying again and again in front of me for days

cue lots of trauma and recovery and angst and feels

i was also gonna make it longer by having sam and dean not know about cas' repeated hangings cuz he asks claire not to tell them. but then during a case with some djinn or something cas gets knocked out and they have to go into his mind and he's just reliving all of those hangings again and again. and the only way sam and dean and claire can break the nightmare is to be with him each time he dies so he knows he's not alone this time

cue more trauma and recovery and angst and feels

also hannah was gonna be there just cuz i love her.

#inbox asks #my spn fanfic #tw torture

[im-a-mint]

☁️ Cloud Boy! ☁️

My neck HURTS and so do my eyes but hey at least I was productive today- this is also my first DTIYS so excuse if it looks messy or bad or something plus I decided to try something new just for it to be extra especial so uh- @superstar-rockin-jay I really hope you like it-

#ninjago #jay walker #dtiysart #superstar-rocking-jay dtiys #valentine draws #valentine started it today #finished it today #valentine tries something new #valentine likes it #anyways imma go rest because my neck is just #is just in so much pain #let it rest for now #my art #procreate #jay #jay ninjago #ninjago jay