#d&d I am inside ur walls

[15-lizards]

Fun hair stuff bc I’m sad ab what ASOIAF could have given us:

(All these fun posts can be found under #asoiaf hair and clothing) (go from the tag on this post instead of searching it on my page bc not all of them will show up :/)

(Also here’s the sequel with clothing)

(More hair styles) here’s some free cities ones

(All of this was found on Pinterest! I usually search traditional clothings from diff cultures!)

Is this not a fancy Baratheon woman who can’t wear her hair down bc the wind at storms end won’t allow it

Give the Dothraki cool beads and headwear to denote status!! Give them little additions to their culture!!

Let the northern women cover their heads their ears are COLD George

The Braavosi should wear shells and pearls bc they live by the sea god damnit

Targ girl coded and Lannister maiden pilled

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing #where are the veils where are the bonnets where are the headpieces where are the precious metals and pretty jewels #where George where #early game of thrones really was on track with fun hairstyles and dresses before they dropped the ball and went full reign #d&d I am inside ur walls

[hitomisuzuya]

AHH REQUEST R OPEN!! I LOVE UR WORK SM <33

Can I request bully tutor Scara teasing us so we can focus on studying

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Teasing. Reader is bad at Math. I chose this subject because I have Dyscalculia. Smutty appreciation for Scaramouche's beautiful, drool worthy fingers.

You guys are spoiling me with these requests, oml

You knew it was going to happen eventually. You were going to need a tutor for Math if you even dreamed of passing. So you asked Scaramouche to do it. It dented your pride to ask, but you couldn't keep getting failing grades.

Sure, your choice of tutor was unique, but you couldn't think of anyone else that you wanted to tutor you.

You stared blankly down at the problem Scaramouche had given you to solve. X divided by what? How was it even possible to get a flipping letter to equal a stupid number?

Fuck this, let's petition the state to get them to exempt you from requiring Math classes to graduate.

Your head dropped onto the table. "This is impossible, Scara," You sighed, defeated. It was bad enough that you could barely concentrate with his hand on your thigh.

"Oh? Is it not connecting in your pretty, empty head?" Scaramouche taunted, his hand wandering further up your thigh. "Are you really that incapable of solving such a simple problem?"

Simple?! You wanted to throw your pen at him for saying that. "This is not simple! This shit is impossible," You said, exasperated.

"Tch, I should've known this would be too hard for you. Let me break it down for you like this, maybe your broken little brain can wrap itself around how simple it is to solve this," It seemed like such a waste not to take advantage of the short, pleated skirt you so kindly wore for him.

Scaramouche pulled your chair closer to his, making you look at him in surprise. "I'll be dispensing with these first," He said, his fingers brushing teasingly against your panties.

You shivered, squirming when he rubbed your clit with his knuckles outside of your panties, smirking when he felt the fabric dampen. He pulled your panties down, batting your legs apart.

He drug two fingers between your folds, coating his fingers in your slick. Leaning forward, he put his lips right next to your ear. His warm breath made goosebumps dot your skin. "First you divide by two," He purred, swirling the tip of his finger around your clit, licking his lips as it began to throb underneath his finger.

"D-divide what by two? It's an--," You trailed off, shakily moaning, rolling your hips into his fingers, "an x."

"I am not blind," Scaramouche hissed in your ear, pressing his thumb on your clit. Your next moan sounded louder, the erotic noise making his cock twitch to harden.

With that, Scaramouche began to break the problem down step by step, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you after each step. Your hand reached down to grasp his wrist when his fingers finally kissed against your sweet spot.

He pulled them out of you just to hear your whimper of protest, licking his lips when your fingers tightened around his wrist, urging his fingers back towards the entrance of your now dripping cunt.

"Repeat back to me what I just said," His eyes were dark with lust, scissoring your walls apart as he abruptly pushed his fingers inside of you all at once, hooking them firmly against your sweet spot.

Your thighs trembled in pleasure, bucking your hips into his fingers. Your voice shook at you struggled to repeat his instructions, your walls clamping tight around his fingers.

Scaramouche laughed. "Are you going to cum before I even explain how to finish solving the problem? How pathetic," He added a third finger, making you writhe in your chair.

He sighed, scoffing when you could only manage broken moans of pleasure. The way you bit your lip was starting to drive him crazy, fueling his lust for you as he slammed his fingers ruthlessly into you.

Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair when you threw your head back, crying out for him while the knot of your orgasm coiled to break apart. He yanked your head up, licking the shell of your ear. "Go ahead and cum, then. Maybe then you can think straight."

You were drooling, sobbing softly in pleasure by the time your release squirted out onto his fingers, babbling out his instructions as best you could. He fingered you through your orgasm, relentlessly continuing to kiss his fingers against your sweet spot.

You barely heard him when he finished breaking the problem down, whispering something utterly cruel to you then, "By the way, there is no way to solve this problem," He laughed, licking his fingers clean when he pulled them out of you. "You actually believed every word I said."

Scaramouche took out his hardened cock, patting his lap before pulling you out of your chair to straddle him. "Fuck yourself dumb on my cock. I'll let you cum for every right answer you give me," His fingers curled underneath your chin, "You'll be sucking me off untouched for every wrong one."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

[hearts4chriss]

Take a ride.

Boyfriend Chris x black girlfriend

prompt: Chris what’s you to ride him for the first time

Part 2

warnings: dirty talk, riding ( p in v ), creampie, use of pet names ( baby, good girl, ma occasionally ), fat ass reader, big tits reader, mentions of Chris having a huge dick LMAOOO,

Chris ur absolutely insane no. I chuckle and shake my head sitting on our couch and he whines

Babyyy come onnn I’ll help you I promise you’ll feel so good. Chris smiles widely pleading like a little child

And besides, he came over and whispered in my ear,

I’m dying too see how sexy you’d look bouncing on my dick. he spoke quickly, desire and lust in his words

Alright Chris but if you break me it’s ur fucking fault. I roll my eyes and he smirks

Oh I’m definitely gonna break you alright. He says guiding me too our bedroom pressing me against our door kissing me with both of his hands on my waist letting his hands slip to grab my ass pulling me closer as I gasp feeling Chris smirk against my lips.

I wasn’t wearing much and he pulled up my top off revealing my black bra my tits practically spilling out of it.

So fucking pretty ma. He said giving each a kiss before moving too my shorts pulling those down as well seeing me in a black thong showing off my curves and my thighs at full access too Chris.

Shit- can you do a spin for me. He asked in a desperate voice and I nodded doing so holding his hand as Chris’s eyes never leave my body laying a slap too my ass.

Chris! I roll my eyes rubbing over the stinging skin and he chuckled my tits were all in his face tugging at the loose fabric

May I? Chris asks his hands resting just above my panties as I nodded

He slides the skin material down my thighs pulling them over my ankles before moving to my bra un clasping it letting it fall to the ground.

My body was on full display for him, taking a peek at his sweatpants seeing Chris’s dick viably get harder

You know what I’m tired of waiting. He says impatiently pulling us eagerly both on the bed.

Fuck baby can you help me? Chris says with that stupid smirk that drives me up the walls and I help him and his hard cock springs out hitting his stomach.

Chris ur kidding, how the fuck am I supposed to ride that? I say chuckling a bit to hide my nerves and he smiles widely.

Relax for me, just be a good girl and sit on my dick.

I grab his cock lifting my hips letting the tip collect my wetness as I sink down onto him letting out a loud cry.

Fuck Chris ur- so big- i bite my lower lip trying to get comfortable to his size from this angle.

before that even happens Chris starts moving my hips with his hands grasping them needily moving me on his cock before letting me do it on my own.

I get comfortable and begin bouncing on my own letting him fill me up each time I came down roughly, my ass meeting his pelvis and god the sound of it slapping on Chris’s thighs was enough to make me cum right there

Shit- you look so fucking good- Chris groans in response to how my tits bounced with each movement and them in front his face. He takes one in his hand massaging it softly making me throw my head back.

Chris- o-oh god- fuck! I moan his name out loud enough for anyone to hear and I gasp when his hands meet my ass rocking me on his cock and I let out screams and whimpers of his name.

God you take me so fucking well- shit- he breathed out smacking my ass leaving a stingy feeling on it doing that repeatedly making me whimper more.

Oh shitt! I-I can’t Chris- I moaned loudly a sheen water layer covers my eyes as their rolling back my acrylics digging into his thighs making me groan.

Yes you can baby you’re doing amazing, such a good girl. Chris praises reattaching his hands to my waist guiding me on top of him as I felt his cock twitch inside my dripping cunt and me clench around him.

Shit ma you wanna cum with me? Chris pants his hands again grabbing my ass needly and I nodded with a bunch of yes’s shortly after.

FUCK CHRIS! Im cumming! I cry out loudly my finger nails dig into his chest as I creamed all over his lower stomach as it dripped from his cock.

Chris lifts my hips slowly wincing at the loss.

He pumps himself before cumming on my tits letting it drip down my body.

Fuck you look so hot. He smirks to himself and I smile

I better after you just broke my pussy into two. I chuckle tiredly.

I did didn’t I? He teases and I roll my eyes

I’m gonna run you a nice bath come on. He smiles gently picking me up before placing me in the warm water and I hum at the sensation

So pretty baby. Chris kisses my head

Here lay down I’m gonna clean you up. Chris smiles going into the bathroom coming back with a towel. He started with my chest first then moved too my sensitive pussy and a winced when he pressed the towel to it

Sorry. He kissed my cheek going slower as my thighs tremble a bit.

he finishes cleaning me up and slides me a pair of panties and his fresh love hoodie.

Thank you. I smile.

Of course baby you did so well for me I had to take care of you. He kissed my cheek

That’s when I realized

I won’t be able to walk for a while

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[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiiii! I loved ur Hermes kid!

Could I ask for a male son of Dionysus x either Leo or nico?

Sorry if I got ya wrong and don’t feel pressured or anything!

Have a lovely day!

When there isn't a lot of info in an ask I kinda have to make the reader a personality so that it isn't too bland too read so sorry to y'all that aren't like this <3

Redecoration---Nico di Angelo x Son of Dionysus

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Nico had been glaring at the roof of skulls for a solid ten minutes, sort of hoping the hatred in his eyes would just poof them out of existence, when someone finally showed up. 

Apparently after an incident in the Aphrodite cabin, people weren’t allowed to just grab a bucket of paint and some new furniture to fuck around and find out, which was why Nico had been sent someone to help him fix the mess that was the Hades cabin.

Apart from the hundred skulls hot glue gunned to the rood, the beds were wooden coffins, the lamps were ancient looking chandeliers, and all of the walls were a dark ugly gray, like there was a serious mold problem. Now that he thought about it, the color might actually be a mold problem. 

“Never fear, goth! For I am here!” 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Nico took a deep breath and turned around, obsidian eyes already narrowed with dislike as he took in the taller boy trotting over. He was holding a crate in his arms, filled with color swatches and chunks of fabrics, magazines sticking out of the top. 

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one who needs redecorating, right?” The boy asked, already letting himself into the dim cabin that smelt of rich dark chocolate for some reason. “Yeah… no offense but we have to fix this, even if you're the wrong person.” 

Nico felt a sudden need to defend the atrocious carpet and bat shaped door knocker from this boy, who was wearing a maroon shirt picturing a glass of wine. “I was eight.” 

“No shame here, everyone makes bad decisions.”

There didn’t seem to be any point arguing with this boy, who had already dumped the box of supplies on one of the coffin bed lids, and was staring around at the dark cabin, hands on his hips. 

Nico just followed him inside, shoving his hands into the slightly ripped pockets of his aviator jacket. He peered into the cardboard box, which was promptly tipped out onto the ground. He watched with a frown as the son of Mr D sat on the carpet and began rifling through the empty notebooks and cut up magazines. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, scrapbooking? We can’t just start painting the walls yellow yet, you have to plan this stuff out, goth.” He said, as if it was obvious. Then he smirked. “You don’t like arts and crafts?”

Nico’s frown deepened, but he couldn’t let this mildly infuriating boy with surprisingly cool bracelets upstage him. “I love arts and crafts.”

“Whatever you say,” he hummed, and pulled out a leather bound book containing a few stickers and a strip of torn paper where a page had been pulled out. “Are you just gonna stand there in the corner and be grumpy?... That wasn’t sarcasm, you can if you want, I was just checking.”

Nico wasn’t an asshole, of course he was going to help. Still, he had to glare at the boy for that comment. Then he sat down and opened one of the magazines, which was featuring a life sized Barbie Dream House bed frame, fluffy pillows included. He flicked the page over with a grimace.

“So, what kinda vibe are we going for?”

“What?”

“I’m assuming you're sick of Dracula,” he said, waving his arms at the general doom and gloom around them. “So what aesthetic are we replacing it with?”

Nico didn’t want to admit he hadn’t planned this far into the venture, he’d really just been hoping he could repaint the walls, or maybe burn the whole thing down and start over. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Okay, well… I’m assuming you wanna keep it edgy, but seriously? A roof of skulls? You’re not a caveman. Maybe we should go with an Addams family style.” He shivered. “With less spiderwebs and disembodied hands. “ 

Ah, another gap in his modern education. “What’s an Addams family?” 

All Nico got in return was a gaping mouth and wide eyes. “How do you not- okay, I’m making you watch the entire timeline later, but for now we need to pick a color scheme.” 

Nico opened his mouth.

“Not black.”

Nico closed his mouth.

“Obviously there’ll be lots of black, but you need another color to fit with it, something dark and scary but colorful.” He pulled out a binder of color swatches, and flipped it open, skimming the pages of baby blues and lavenders. “Maybe dark green, or...”

“Red.” Nico said, peering over at the pages of ruby and scarlet. He pointed to the dark one, which had a little title below, ‘Blood red’. It was a little on brand, but it was better than ‘Crimson Tide’. 

“Oooh, nice. If we keep the walls black, and pull up the black carpet, there’ll be floorboards underneath.” He started to ramble, ripping a color swatch out of the binder and gluing it into the leather bound book. He glanced around at the musty cabin. 

“We can get a red rug for the middle of the cabin, and definitely new beds, but if we get Drew to refurbish the chandeliers they’ll look great. Oh, and the coffin bed frames could be a bookshelf if we get the mattress out and ask Nyssa to put some shelves in. Do you read? Because otherwise it’s sort of pointless. But so are the skulls on the roof, so…”

“You’re good at this.” 

It took Nico a moment to realize what he’d just blurted, and when he did the warmth was already in his cheeks. He’d only been a little caught up in watching the son of Dionysus’s eyes sparkle as he talked, pointing to different parts of the cabin, and somehow ruined it. “I mean, you just sound like you’ve, you know, done this a lot.”

The glimmer in their eye didn’t fade, they only grinned harder. “I have. A lot. It’s fun!”

“I suppose so,” Nico said, his lips twitching, and opened another magazine. He skipped a page on clawfoot bathtubs [There was already a white one with gold trim in the bathroom]. There was a large heart shaped mirror, He ignored that too, and found a simple bedframe, painted black. He held it out gingerly. “What about this one?”

“Yes! Good job.” He said, snipping it out of the magazine quickly, and sticking it next to a picture of a glass chandelier. “If you’ve got a simple bed, we could find a zebra print blanket, they always look good with black and red, as long as you don’t have, like, leopard print.”

“I thought you’d like leopard print?”

“And I thought you’d like skulls on your roof and coffin shaped beds,” he teased, with a smug little smile. Nico rolled his eyes, and picked out a strip of dark red fabric, passing it over.

He shook some glitter from his hands, there seemed to be piles of it in the box. “It’s a little over the top, but it’s not as bad as Jason’s cabin. It’s just rock. Everywhere. And a giant statue of his father.”

“Maybe he can be my next client,” he hummed, wiping glue from his fingers onto the molding carpet beneath them. A few shards of rounded glass were taped to the pages of the scrapbook, shining in the light of the dusty stained chandeliers. 

Nico wanted to object. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want the boy in front of him with glitter on his cheekbones and scissors in his hands to be cutting out pictures and teasing someone else. Instead he looked away, feeling something in his chest surge, something like fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know, but he cleared his throat and moved on.

“Don’t you have a sister too?”

The fear surged back forwards and Nico whipped around, his tone sharp. “What?”

“The roman one, I swear I saw her the other day, when Reyna visited to plan something or other.” he said casually, not seeing the pale tinge to Nico’s face. “With the overalls and the bulldog?”

“That’s Frank,” Nico said, his shoulder sinking with relief. 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was Hazel, she had those light up sketchers, with the little wheels on the bottom.” He said, somehow with a moon shaped sticker on his nose as he stuck little cut out paper skulls around the four page collage. 

“Frank’s the bulldog, he can turn into animals.” Nico had a strange urge to reach out and press the sticker on his nose, so instead he held his hands tightly in his lap. 

“Well, is there something Hazel’d like in the cabin when she visits? Does she read?” 

Nico sighed, and reached back for the magazine he discarded. He shook it open, cut outs of fluffy teddies falling into his lap. He found the page with the heart shaped bathroom mirror and ripped it out carefully. He could take a few hearts in his cabin if Hazel would like them. “This one.”

“Oh, that one's cute, Nyssa could totally make it.”

“I can ask Leo, he owes me a favor.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I haven't killed him yet.” 

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Nico pressed down the front of his shirt. It was a black Camp Halfblood shirt, which he’d gotten from Piper after the Aphrodite cabin had started making shirts in other colors. Apparently there were only so many outfits you could wear with orange. 

Black goes with everything though, so it wasn’t a problem for him. 

He made his bed [closed the lid of the coffin] and dragged the last of the furniture not nailed to the ground out onto the little deck all of the cabins had. His decking only had a few pairs of shoes and a pot of dead roses he’d never bothered to keep alive. Maybe he’d have another go. 

Drew had taken the chandeliers already, to polish them and whatnot, so he only had to wait for his assigned son of Dionysus to show up, and they could start hunting for zebra print blankets and ripping skulls off the ceiling. What fun. 

When he still hadn’t shown up, Nico finished pulling all of the previously made bedding from the coffins and dumping it to the side so that Leo could turn it to a bookshelf [He could read, he just had dyslexia thank you very much], and then set off to the Dionysus cabin. It was easy to find, the only male god on the female side, with trelice’s of ivy decorating the whitewashed walls and a grumpy looking leopard snoozing on the purple swinging chair out the front of the small cabin.

He didn’t really want to knock, but he was sure someone would report him for standing around too menacingly if he just waited. He was saved from indecision when the door opened, revealing a tall sandy haired boy.

“You’re the goth, aren’t you?” Pollux sniffed, his nose red. “We can’t help today, but Butch is free, he can do some heavy lifting, and I’m sure Drew’ll criticize your style if you ask nicely enough.” 

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“I mean,” Pollux started, rubbing his eyes, and Nico only then realized he was still wearing his pajamas. They had an elongated cartoon owl sticking out of a doorway on it. “Skulls on the ceiling is a bit much, and everyone think you’re a vamp-”

“I meant with you guys, not my style,” Nico interrupted, his eyes narrowed.”

“Someone, decided to go visit Lou Ellen even though we all know she has a cold, and now I have it-” Pollux was cut off once again, his mockingly loud voice reaching the people inside. 

“I’m sorry I was concerned for my friend, she wanted soup!”

“She always wants soup!” Pollulx yelled back, and Nico moved past the older child of Dionysus, slipping off his shoes and letting himself into the cabin. 

There was nasally muttering behind him and the door slid shut. Nico peered around, and saw a bundle of fluffy blankets on a couch, only a sneezing head poking out the top. “Why did you get sick?”

“I mean it wasn’t really on purpose,” he mumbled back, wiping his nose with a tissue and sinking back into his cocoon. “I can’t help today, but-”

“I don’t care,” Nico started, and plopped down on the white couch, avoiding a deep red stain that could be alcohol or blood. He couldn’t tell. He also didn’t know how to say he’d rather sleep in the coffin again then have to spend the day with someone else. 

He sniffed, falling sideways a little on the couch and squinting at the square tv, which was showing some old cartoon about cavemen. “Mkay, well you should probably go if you don’t wanna get sick.”

Nico thought for a moment, trying not to focus on how much he wanted to scoop up the bundle of blankets in his arms far too skinny for that sort of stuff. “Why don’t we watch ‘an Adam family’?

He got watery wide eyes in return and a toothy grin, “wait really?”

“No. If I was making a joke it’d be funnier than that.”

“Okay, let’s watch it,” he said, hopping off the couch and moving to a box of DVDs with a lot of energy for someone so sick. “And it’s the Addams family, goth. You have to learn the basics of this culture if you’re gonna have coffin bookshelves.”

He fiddled around with the tv and then a grainy black and white intro came on, tinny music over the top. Nico watched as he danced to the theme tune in his blanket burrito, all the way back to the couch, where he landed, coughing and winded. Nico raised an eyebrow. “I could’ve done that, you’re sick.”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” he mumbled, tucking the fluffy socks on his feet up onto the white couch and wiggling with excitement. Nico watched him for a moment, and then turned back to the TV, feeling his lips twitch into a grin.

Duh duh duh duh, click click. Duh duh duh duh, click click.

Their creepy and they're kooky-

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“Neeks, this mirror is so cute!”

“You’re welcome,” Nico muttered, rubbing his nose and rolling over, pulling the zebra print doona cover further over his head. 

He heard Hazel’s wheelie shoes click along the floorboards and she gilded out of the bathroom. When he peered out, her hair was in bunchies and she was pulling a purple hoodie over her head. “It’s so much nicer in here now, but how did you get sick redecorating?”

“Uhm..There was a lot of dust. I might be allergic?” 

The door slammed open, the clear chandelier hanging from the roof shaking as Nyssa trudged in, her work boots leaving mud on the fluffy blood red rug. She was holding the glitter covered scrapbook in her gloved hands. 

“So, I know I’m supposed to make everything in this, but what am I supposed to do with the polaroid of you kissing Mr D ‘s kid?”

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#pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #nico #nico pjo #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo x you #nico di angelo x son of dionysus #hazel levesque #Pollux pjo #Hades #Hades cabin #death siblings

[nqify]

hi hi, i'm liking your stuff, and welcome to the quaritch hellhole!

he's a certified sadist here, and smth tells me you'd be the perfect person to elaborate on his humiliation kink. pls do! ty :):):)

hi!! omg thank u SOSOS much!! ur WRITING IS MWAH SO GOOD!! i know I’ve already posted but I needed to write this!! like my god, this request got me thinking THINGS!!! Love im sorry if it’s short PLS FORGIVE ME!!!

humiliation kink. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. girl. read the title.

note. if you don’t like getting made fun of by our boyfriend, this ain’t for u baby!!

oh he’s a sadist alright!! he loves and I mean he loves causing you pain (with pleasure ofc) choking, spanking, tying up, you name it!! this fucker has got it under his belt!!

due to his sadist ways, miles loves humiliating you!! especially with his words cuz duh?? he’s a certified dirty talker.

this guy is huge right? like hung for sure. you’d try taking his cock while ur riding him. His hands would be grabbing the sides of your thighs and smirking up at you. You’d be struggling ofc, barely fitting all of him in and this fucker is like, “can’t even take my cock?, such a stupid baby” and youd be here for it. “what a fucking nasty bitch you are, you like me calling you stupid?? you’re that much of a slut huh?” girl u r drooling.

at this point your done trying to fit him all in and give up. this guy picks you up and slams you down on the bed, “you’re such a fucking slut that you’re making daddy do all the work, you can’t do shit by yourself can you?? Cant get off without daddy huh?” and you’d just nod over and over again.

AND BC miles loves loves you being vocal, he would go CRAZY when u answer back, “who’s my stupid little baby, huh?” and you’d whine, “m-me, I am!!”

or when u don’t answer back, your just a mumbling mess, drool leaving the corners of your mouth while ur lips become all puffy and pink. he’d just laugh in your face, “can’t even say a single word?? this dick too good baby?? making you all stupid in the head??” Yes it is daddy.

mirror sex y’all. god this man will use his humiliation kink to his advantage. He’d have you doggy style, ass up in the air while ur head is getting shoved into the ground. He’d noticed the mirror in front of you two. HE GETTING IDEAS!!

Miles would grab the roots of your hair and push your body up to where your back is now touching his chest. “Look baby”, he’d point to the mirror, “look at the mess you made” specifically talking about the ring of cum around his cockGIRL!

you’d roll your eyes back at the pure pleasure, leaning the back of your head on his shoulder. uh uh girl he wants u LOOKING TOO!! he’d grab your cheeks and pull u from his shoulder, “want you to look at how much of a dirty slut u are” u fluttering around him for sure

Miles would notice, “fuck u like that??” dude is laughing at you. Your not saying anything, just moaning and whining, grinding against his dick. “My stupid sluts tryna cum?? that’s all you do right? just cum over and over again, just for me?? for daddy right??” your nodding. “I want you to say it, say your daddy’s slut little cum slut, c’mon be a good girl” girl u r shaking.“I-I’m d-daddy’s l-little cum slut ah!!

would use his humiliation kink in public FOR SURE!!! let’s just say both your friends are over and he’d pull you aside, saying he needs to tell you smth. that smth was his dick girl.

Your back now arching off the walls in the hallway, so close yet so far from your friends. His hand would be covering your mouth, blocking any of ur little whines. He’d keep you close, practically hugging u at this point.

”f-fuck baby, you like getting fucked when ur friends could catch us at any moment mm?”. that def hit a spot. “Yeah mama? ur so dirty ain’t you? you want them to catch you being such a slut for me, isn’t that right?” U R NODDING YES YESYES!!

he’d cum right inside you and make u not clean it so you feel more humiliated. Your friends def knew what was going on by the messy hair and puffy lips - but trying to cover up the fact that u have his load still in you?? have fun girl.

he’d come up from behind you and whisper, “ur dripping some mama, don’t you want my cum in you??” He mocks you. UR EMBARRASSED!!! “such a fucking dirty slut..” girl u r crying at this point!! He is coming for you, “my little dirty slut isn’t that right pretty?” only for u daddy MWAH

requests are wide open baby!!!

#miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #na’vi quaritch #na’vi smut #na’vi #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar smut #avatar way of water

[jeffsfavoriteknife]

Tws: ur bf cheats on u, petnames, gay shit, implied murder

Male reader x toby

As soon as you found out you ran out of there as fast as you could, you had such a long day at work the last thing you needed was to walk in on your boyfriend fucking another guy, in YOUR bed no less.You didnt even say anything you just ran and took off in the direction of your longtime buddies house, toby. You knew hed be awake so you ran there as fast as you could, tears streaming down your face making it hard to see. You knocked on his door, anxiously waiting to see if hed answer, he opened it with a smile at you that instantly left as soon as he saw your face, hurrying you inside and sitting you on the couch. “What happened i-is everything o-okay?” You cried harder before telling him everything, his face contorting into anger as horrendous thoughts filled his mind as what he could do to your boyfriend for hurting you. Being brought out of his thoughts as he heard you start shit talking yourself and being downright awful. “I should have know this was coming! Now that i think back that guy was way prettier than me, i mean i have piercings n shit yeah but im nothing compared to them! I look like shit compared to them toby!! Ive never been enough for anyon-“ “E-ENOUGH Y/N” his outburst immediately causing you to silence. “L-look okay! This d-dickhole doesnt know what he j-just gave up, your sweet, l-loving, kind and just really c-cute. Fuck if i could h-have made you mine i-“ he stopped, thinking for a moment before looking over at your face, although covered with dried tears you face was beat red at his words. “No, i a-am gonna make you mine” he pulled you into his lap as he pulled you against his chest, targeting your neck and sinking his teeth into it, leaving you moaning and squirming in his hold. The one thing about being tobys friend was that he knew everything about you, everything, even what you liked. He pulled away from your neck smiling at the bright mark he had left, in his mine, that would be the first sign people would know that you were his. He hastily moves his hands to grab your plush sweater and pull it off your torso, immediately attacking your nipple, causing you to arch your back and unintentionally buck your hips against his hard on, this causing him to groan as he released your nipple, moving one of his hands to your mouth and sliding 2 digits in. “Suck” he demanded. You didnt need to be told twice as you began sliding your tongue in between his fingers, coating them with your saliva. He pulled them out and pulled your shorts down, shoving his fingers in your hole, making you body jolt as you moved your hand up to your mouth and bit into it, preventing noise from coming out as you hated hearing your moans, this pissed toby off tho. “Oh? Gonna b-be like that huh? Fine” he yanks his fingers down and shoves your shorts all the way off, yanking down his own sweatpants right after, your eyes widening at the pure size of him. Lining himself up at your hole, he plunged himself deep, bottoming out immediately, causing your back to arch as he started pounding into you, hitting your prostate each time and making your cock twitch in pleasure, you couldnt keep quiet, your moans bouncing off the walls, spurring him to go harder, he moved over to the table a bit to grab his phone and place it in front of you “smile” you did as he asked and heard a shutter sound right after. He chucked his phone back on the table and continued pounding into you, hitting your prostate each time. “Whos my g-good boy?” This had you cumming hard onto his couch as you groaned in pure bliss, you tightening so hard had him cumming into you on the spot, his hand gripping into your hair as he pulled your face up to kiss you hard. Completely spent your body was like jello, he pulled you against his chest with himself still in you as he kissed you hard once more before you passed out in his arms. Needless to say your “boyfriend” would no longer be an issue soon

(Finally executed an idea i had on my mind all day :D)

#male reader #creepypasta x male reader #toby x male reader #gayshitforya #nominorsthanks #nsfwficyouhavebeenwarned #creepypastansfwfic #creepypasta x reader #nsfwfic #notforfemreaders

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

hii, i’m not sure if ur recieving requests rn but i’m jst gna shoot my shot

could i request reader x xavier where shes not the dating type and ppl have tried and failed to try and ask her out, date her, etc. and then comes along xavier who’s determined to take her out on a date (respectfully)

and yeahh

Oh my god I´m so sorry this took forever to write! I just hated everything I brought onto the page. I hope you still enjoy dear <3

Not the dating type

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

synopsis: You had never given much thought to dating, but what happens when, by accident, you meet a certain artist. Will your stance on the matter change?

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

You had never given much thought to dating. Not that you had anything against it, it was just that it felt a little too superficial whenever someone did ask you out. You were happy spending the time apart from your friends and schoolwork with yourself. Which right now you wished there was more of. 

“Why didn´t you go out with them? They´re like super cute...!”, your friend asked you for the nth time. 

“Do we have to discuss this again? Why would I go out with someone who I know isn´t even interested in the same things as I am in the slightest and that doesn´t know me at all? Plus, you know I like spending time on my own. I just want to have a good time and write every once in a while.”, you take a bite from your lunch. “Despite, don´t you think they are like the blandest person to ever exist? Like just really bland?” 

For the nth time your friend lets out a distressed sigh at your answer. Though even she can´t help herself to not chuckle at the emphasis on ´really bland´. “I take this as my sign to not even ask you about this year's dance?” 

“Not unless you want to hear last year's answer all over again. Isn´t it a bit too early to think about that anyway?”

She shrugs and the two of you finish the meal talking about an assignment before you have to head into different directions for afternoon classes.

That evening after lunch you go back outside into the quad. Most students are busy with god knows what and so it is not too crowded. The air is still warm and so you decide to lean onto the cool stone wall. Fully concentrated on the writing in front of you, you don´t notice the tall figure looming over you, trying to get to exactly that wall. At least you can feel a finger tapping your shoulder.

“Sorry, but you are kind of in my way.”, looking up you see into a pair of green eyes.

“Oh, I´m sorry. I didn´t even notice.”, you hold up the journal. “That looks really good by the way. Did you paint that?”

“Uh… yeah… Thank you.”

“Anyway I better go get back inside. I´m sorry again for sitting in your way.”, you smile at him while you dust yourself off and then walk back inside.

This would happen regularly afterwards. You´d always sit down in that same spot and when he eventually came over to continue painting you´d talk for a bit. Mostly about art at first. You asked Xavier about his paintings and how he found himself picking up drawing and painting and he would ask you about the stories you wrote in that journal he never saw you without. As time progressed you found the conversations had taken to more personal topics as well. You found yourselves greeting each other in passing and before you knew it you thought of the schools resident tortured artist, as your friend and the other students had dubbed him, as a friend.

“So what do you want to do today?”, you asked the artist curiously.

“Actually I wanted to show you something. Come on, it´s not far from here.”, he seemed a little more nervous than usually.

“Alright.”, you made it a point not to mention your observation but quite some time after wandering through the woods you couldn´t bite back a joking question. “You´re not trying to kidnap me, are you?”

“What? No, don´t worry. We should be there soon.”

Indeed it only took a couple more steps before you stood outside an old shed.

“I´m sorry where are we right now?”, you stay back a bit as he takes off the heavy chain to open the door.

“I found this shed a couple of years ago and Weems let me clean it out and use it as an art studio.”

Stepping in, you get hit by just walls and canvases filled with paintings.

“Wow, you must be here often.”, you can´t hide the amazement in your voice entirely.

“Pretty much every chance I get…”

You spend the afternoon in the Studio, talking like you do until you find what you assume is another canvas hidden behind a big piece of fabric. 

“Hey, Xavier, what’s underneath that?”, you point to it.  

“Oh, it’s not done yet.”, he brushes the question aside quickly. 

Once more you don’t push it. 

The next time you get to the shed it’s gone and the times after you don’t see it either, so you slowly forget about it.  

When you go there one evening to have some time truly to yourself and write, like you had done a lot lately, you catch Xavier with it. 

Too far into the music and his thoughts he doesn’t hear the door open or close. Neither does he hear you walk up behind him. Standing on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder you see it. A picture of you. Only then does he realise you are there. Trying to hide the canvas as fast as possible, he couldn´t do much for you to unsee it.

“Hey… I didn´t think you were coming here today.”, his face start turning redder by the second.

“Yeah, I just needed some time away from everyone else…”, God this was awkward.

“Oh, okay”, this ends the conversation for that moment. You go to sit at the small table to do your thing and Xavier does his. This time the silence between you isn´t as comforting or comfortable as it usually was and so you speak up again.

“Are we gonna talk about the painting or not? I know what you usually paint. Is there something I need to know?”, you can hear the second chair scraping before he speaks.

“No, nothing like that at least.”, he thinks about what to say next. “Well, I didn´t plan on doing it like this, but… I had this dream over and over again since I was young. Like really young. Of just that scene. Ever since we started talking it came back twice as often. And I know what you said about the other guys that asked you out, but… I wanted to ask you if, maybe some time, you would want to go on a date with me?”

This time it was on you to be silent. “You are really sweet, Xavier. I just… I don´t think I can say yes to that. Not only because of what you heard, but you basically just broke up with Bianca too. Enid would have this on her blog God knows how fast. You know what position that would put both of us in. I´m sorry, I better get back to school.”

Things got a bit weird for a while after this. You never stopped talking, but that afternoon never left the back of your head. Ultimately you pulled yourselves together though and when he asked you for a second time, on the day of the Poe cup, things went over all smoother. However it got you thinking things over.

When he asked you out only a short time later for a date to the Rave`N you surprised both of you with a yes.

“Wait, really? You´re not just saying yes because…?”, he asked.

“Yes, really Xavi.”, you chuckled. “In fact I think this is going to be a fun evening.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“After you asked me before the Poe cup I think I realized that I actually like being with you not only as a friend, unlike I had thought… It also felt different like when anyone else asked me.”

And you were right. Though you didn´t stay long at the dance itself and headed out to spend the evening away from all the loud music. You laughed a lot and by the end Xavier brought you back to your room. Not hearing any concerns about being caught by a teacher.

“Tonight was great, but you better go before you get caught.”, you still giggle. “Go.”

He still doesn´t move or say anything when you open the door to get into your room. Just as you opened the zipper if the dress, your phone gives off a high pitched ping. ´You were too fast. I wanted to ask if you want to get coffee tomorrow. As kind of a second date?´

Rolling your eyes, chuckling again you send back a ´Sure. That sounds great 😊´

You think you can hear the buzzing of a phone and a whispered celebration outside, but blame it on the setting in tiredness.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe oneshot #wednesday netflix #wednesday netflix one shot

[oletus-writer]

If ur doing request may I request full nsfw alphabet with evil reptilian?

I’m sorry this took a while, and am pleasantly surprised at your request.

Luchino Diruse (hunter) NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Luchino has good stamina and will make sure you’re all good and clean before you fall asleep, murmuring praises in your ear. He’ll wrap his body around yours, and soak up your warmth, falling asleep if he feels tired.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On you? Your chest, regardless of whether or not you’re a man or a woman. It contains your heart, which has these undeserving emotions directed towards him. Also, hickeys look good on your skin. His favourite body part of his are his hands - how they look, wrapped around the pretty wrists, so monstrous next to your human ones. How his long fingers pleasure you so easily.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh, he’ll cum anywhere you allow him. He’s got two penises, and goes through mating season every April, so he’s got a lot. If you’ll allow it, he’s more than happy to cum inside you, unprotected. His changed DNA doesn’t allow you to get pregnant, anyway.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t particularly like being insulted about his appearance, but if it’s you? He’d like you to reach into his cloaca and touch his hemipenis and whisper how dirty it feels. Tell him he's a good slut. That'll do something.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He knows how to have sex, how to make you feel good, and has had some sexual encounters before, but not in his mutated form. He may hurt you when the two of start, so good communication is appreciated. He will input a safe word system, just in case.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He'll try anything and everything, but ultimately, he prefers the positions where he can see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sometimes, at the beginning, he is humorous. However, when the two of you are really going at it, he is completely serious. While he may crack at some jokes, he won't make them himself.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

Luchino has scales almost everywhere, so he does not have hair anywhere, except his head. He doesn't particularly mind if you do, but mind you, it does tickle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

Not so intimate as sexual - he'll tell you you're doing a good job, whisper dirty things in your ear, but that's about it. Now, if you want him to be more intimate, you have to take the reins and make him feel better than he has in a while. He'll be screaming your name, as well as how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He usually masturbates to relieve stress, and when it's the mating season. This does not change that much, however, he will tentatively ask you to help if he feels confident in your relationship. Hopefully, if you agree, you could help out with his heat.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have a feeling that Luchino would have a medical kink - he’d like to see how your heart jumps, how every twitch in your muscles translate to the monitors. A part of him would also breed you, although the DNA in him is incapable with human DNA, and he biologically cannot have children.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Anywhere private. On the bed, the couch, the walls, the floor. Anywhere that would give pleasure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Aside from breeding season? Wearing anything revealing and being confident in it. Flirty remarks, suggestive touches, the usual.

N = No (what turns them off?)

Naturally, anything that would cause you unwanted pain, or unnecessary mess. Feces, urine, etc. he won’t even consider talking about the possibility. He knows what risks getting involved with such things outside a sterile environment, and won't risk getting you or him seriously ill.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

His tongue is long and agile, reaching into places his finger might. It may be a little awkward to ask him if he wants to receive oral. He'd explain that since his hemipenis is inside his cloaca, it is inverted, and that your tongue would be touching the outside of his penises. If you agree, Luchino would be introduced to a whole new world of sensations.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough, all the way. While he is able to go slow and sensual if he wishes, he thinks it's best to save all the sappy things for a time that isn't for pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

He'll do them if you want to do them, but he is a fan of the idea of taking his time to give you pleasure, and giving his all. Perhaps there is an appeal to quickies, too if you show him.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

He'll take all the risks you want, except if it means you could get seriously ill.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

All night, if you'll let him, then in the morning, too. Lizards, like any animal, have no time to rest after sex, and being a human lizard hybrid that can jump twice his height, Luchino has good stamina and good strength.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He does, since he wanted to explore what sorts of pleasure he could get with his mutated form, and may introduce various forms of vibrators into sex - he may not use them on you, since they are very specific and may hurt you. Perhaps he'd like to show you how he pleasures himself with these toys, one day.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He loves to tease, to deny your orgasms, and would love to receive the same care and attention from you.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

Quite loud. He'll make sure to tell you every miniscule thing that gives him pleasure. Sex with him giving would include a lot of grunts and praises, sometimes moans. Sex with him receiving, is much more loud - arching his back, crying, screaming your name - everyone would know exactly what is going on between the two of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Thighs for days. He can jump so high, and lizards, unlike cats, do not have any specific evolutions into jumping at least twice their height.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

As I've said, he has a cloaca and a hemipenis, meaning that he does not have a anus. The first of the two penises is smaller, about 6 inches (15.2 cm), and the larger is about 6.7 inches (17 cm), and they are both above average in thickness. No hair, as I've said - they are smooth and have no scales.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A relatively normal libido, unless it is mating season, then he'd be asking for you every second. You don't need to have sex with him during that time, only your reassurance that you are there. Let him mark you with his scent, to make him feel better. Sex is a bonus, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't, unless he really needed to sleep, or you've topped the shit out of him and exhausted him so much.

#identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv luchino x reader #idv luchino #idv

[qulizalfos]

bestie I know what tsad and acswy are but what are the other fics in ur bio 👀

hiiiii elli <333 hehe im so glad i can share these because theyre all SO FUCKING GOOD when i say brainrot i mean my brain is decaying over these /pos i am ghrfjhgjfhjnfsnhjfvbdbhfvbdhv

(and i am laughing very much rn because one of them is yours lol!)

oki so excluding the amazing tsad by @willelmikes and acswy by @campbyler both of which i could rant about for ages <3333 we have:

yaptm: your apparition passes through me by arian @callmetheidiot(hope you dont mind me tagging you<3) i am on chapter 3 also WHAHHTGRJRSFGHJNSDFGVHNJSDFGV okay okay im so normal sooo normal i am a Normal person 👍 jk AAAAAAAAAA im so invested in the plot, and the writing itself is so so masterful and the mystery elements of it are SO compelling arian i am obsessed with you and ur writing hope this helps!!!!!!! <333333

iwaftwth: is it was a flood that wrecked this Home by you <33 which btw i am literally thinking about always btw!!!!!!!! you have such an understanding of the characters its insane ITS THEM and such a good take on post vecna also FJNHESJVNHJNFSDNJFSNJVFSJNHVFS its just so heartwreching and beautifulllll and youre a really good writer!!!!!!! also i am yelling so loud over the i thought we were a team i thought i was ur best friend line :) in your walls even MWAH

ikte: is the i know the end series by @bookinit02(again i hope u dont mind if i tag you here!) which i believe you are reading or have read(?) but god when i say i am invested i am SOOO ghnfnhjsvfnjhfvnhjfg i loved the rewrite it was so so cool and also very fun to see inside their heads :DD and the s5 fic is perfect in every way and i love how in character everyone is, youve captured the dynamics so well! basically uh HJFRJHNFERJNHFE DEAD DEAD DEAD KILLED GAHHH <3 ty!

all of these are so top tier :) of course there are so many that i have been meaning to add (looks at girl crush by @wayward-sherlock LOOKS AT GIRL CRUSH BY @wayward-sherlock The mutual pining/jealousy/angst/fluff all at the same time fic by the way hehehehe)

those are the ones i have so far!!! highly recommend :D thank you so much for the ask!!! this got rlly long lmao

#lizaasks #mutuals #elli <3

[dreamties]

Caregiver! Brahms Heelshire x Little! GN! Reader || Headcanons

A/n- this is a request by one of my dear anons, I hope y'all enjoy <33

It was quite fun working on this lil dynamic. I am so proud of myself for finishing a request and I would love to have an opportunity to do something like this again :)

i think it would take a bit of explanation on your part? and time for him to fully comprehend and realize that having it only go one way is kind of selfish of him.

because he loves you, he really does. and he would do anything for you! it's just hard to go from this unconditional support and care for his neediness and to switch that around.

just give him time and once he's figured things out- he will do his darndest to care for you! <33

ur his little one

He's not big on a lot of the CG pet names! He much prefers you just refer to him as Brahms or Brahmsy

He knows that he has to step up to the plate and be "responsible" but he's still pretty playful and childish when he's taking care of uu hehe

he loves playing with you!

I think being a little himself actually helps being a CG?? because he has a much better understanding of what you might be feeling since he regresses a lot <33

i dont trust Brahms with a stove :| he only does simple snacks, like cheese slices and apple !! he always has you save some juice for when he’s small, so theres always extra for you as well :D

He had very little to do inside the walls. . . but he’s always been quite the reader! He may have to leave a note to ___ for some more appropriate literature though. he adores settling down in the lounge or study, reading a chapter of your favorite book or something new, while you play with your toys on the floor

at first, he’s hesitant to let you borrow any of his stuff !! he’s still working on sharing. overtime, through deepening bonds and trust, he begins to let you borrow some of his toy trains and planes, and his little dollies.

sometimes Brahmsy isn’t available to snuggle (or theres an intruder!! :( ) and he’ll leave his Brahms doll with you to hold onto <33

he trusts you not to break it! if you do, it’s okay !! he promises! he’s a little sad, but he’s had to fix it before.

"mmm, bb!" you grin into Brahms' side, holding onto him as strong as you can.

Brahms tilts his head down.

"I love you," your words meld into each other. He thinks it's super cute, even if he can't quite make everything out. He's heard the phrase enough from you though, that he knows what you're saying.

He shakes his head, curiously. "Nuh-uh. I love you even more."

Brahms lifts his mask up ever so slightly, and pecks a kiss atop your head. "Are you tired?"

"mm-mm, no. . ." your grip on him loosens and you rub your face against his shirt. "I can still pway a bit."

Brahms still had the energy- he was quite the night owl. But he knew you always tucked him and made sure he was ready for bed when he was tired (even if he often protested it). Surely he must do the same in return.

Showing his love was carrying your sleepy, tired self from the couch in the living room up to your bedroom. Checking just in case that you have your favorite blanket and draping it over your body- then came your covers, in your favorite colors. And sticking a stuffy in your arms (even though REALLY, he should be the one in ur arms but whatever :/).

Lastly, he slowly peels back the blankets and rests himself beside you. He sets his mask on the bedside table, next to two glasses full of water for the morning. He pulls the blankets back over, in such pristine condition. He likes to play with your hair to help him fall asleep. He gifts you a good night kiss on the cheek, wordlessly reminding you that all your worries will soon melt away.

#Brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire x you #Brahms heelshire x y/n #brahms heelshire x s/o #Brahms heelshire x s/i #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #the boy headcanons #caregiver Brahms heelshire #little reader #sfw little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #little x caregiver #headcanons #slasher headcanons #agere slashers #agere horror

[writingmochi]

what do ur moots remind you of?! (ex. places, color, song, etc)

lissie: hey anon! sorry for the late reply! I'll try my best to answer your question because this will be long...

@kookthief : the setting summer sun that is a body of ocean away going down beyond the horizon from where you can see from the beach. maybe because ellie has mentioned the summer i turn pretty tons of times, seeing photos of the sunset by a beach reminds me of her!

@ujunxverse: the strobing lights in a small concert venue where an alternative rock band is playing. viv's music taste and little mentions of music she listens to give me recommendations for more artists to listen to in the future. i also realize that our music taste venn diagram is more connected than i realized (cassiopea, have a nice life, radiohead, etc)

@heartandfangs: the narrow aisle of a warm-colored old bookstore. i think because of how amazingly P writes her stories it makes me think of that. one shelf is apocalyptic (the world ends with you) and another is erotica (i owe you and not if it's you)

@euphor1a: the smell of freshly baked vanilla cake in a pastel bakery on the corner of the street block. i mentioned to aleyna how she reminded me of sugar cookies before. with this, i'm expanding what i said before to the whole bakery :D

@jeongwins: an aesthetic-looking list on letterboxd. i know it seems random, but the way lin writes reviews for fics they recommend is how a film critic writes a review for a movie. in a way, it also shows the people what kind of fics they like and how others can expect from the fics by their reviews, just like how people on letterboxd make list for movies they like aesthetically or story wise

@s-ngh8n: open parasols on the sandy beach with the glittering waves in the distance. kinda like their name, lemon has a sense of freshness that i can't fully articulate using adjectives. so, here i am using a description to fully said what i meant

@boba-beom: xing fu tang's brown sugar boba milk tea. other than the boba theme being similar, smiles to me seems very refreshing and warm in the way she speaks and interacts with yours truly

@dim-sun: a cottagecore-themed pixel art. probably because zu had one of them for their banner one time, but every time i found a forest pixel art, it always reminds me of them...

@it-rains-blue: a rupi kaur-style book full of short stories. condensed yet emotionally rich, that is what the vibe of yerin's writing feels like for me. her range also contributes to it as short stories in one book can make you feel so many emotions; throwing the book against the wall or seeing tears fell on the pages from how it got you to feel.

@heart2beom: the smell of salted popcorn as you sit inside the cinema seats. another random one but jazmine makes me feel that way. i haven't read much of her work but i know that it'll give me a good time just like a good movie does.

@tyunlatte: a litter of kittens walking towards you as you sit on the carpeted floor of a cat cafe. seeing illustrations of cats reminds me of alex so much + the cafe aspect is definitely the kind of vibe if i open her blog. you're always in for a treat!

@lovejoshua: the colors: rose quartz and serenity. iykyk ;) but in all seriousness, i'm happy to see svt's content in my timeline from time to time because of ilem (literally every time i wake up and check the blr, it's gonna be either josh or seungcheol gifs. and i am in for that)

@junniieesbby: an emoji of a heart. as her previous moniker for her time as anon, every time i see a heart of any kind, both the symbol heart or a heart that looks accurate anatomically, it reminds me of angie!

@hanniejie: the song "can you feel the sunshine?" from the video game sonic r. using the sol as their aesthetic, lex gives of a very warm and optimistic vibe whenever i see their name or username, kinda like this song whenever i play them.

@txt-yaomi: ateez's yunho. ever since i learned that sof ults him, i kinda feel almost the same vibe between the two of them. both can be calm and excitedly chaotic at any time >.<

@talesofyuan: a shelf full of multi-volume manga series. remembering yuan's dream as a mangaka, every time i see a manga illustration, it always reminds me of her.

@choistick: the words "Musik" and "Kunst" . knowing where she comes from, thinking about saph really makes me want to revive my knowledge of the german language after not using it since i graduated high school lmao guten tag saph!

@robin-obsessed: txt's hueningkai being the ningdungie that she is, lee gives off the same vibe as hyuka whenever i think of her + her tumblr banner and discord username don't help either in making me think that she and kai are connected in some way...

#message to the moon #messenger: anonymous #games with the moon

[hime-bee]

(since i know you also have a mega breeding kink, here's some arknights men who i think would have breeding kinks large enough to fucking repopulate the entirety of terra,,)

silverash (wow how original) has such a massive breeding kink that it's not even funny. and he's entirely unashamed about it, huskily cooing at how lovely and adorable you'd be with your tummy all swollen, even when he's balls deep in you and pushing you well into your nth orgasm. each drag of his cock along your walls serves a purpose, acting as a way to remind you that he's the only one who'll ever be able to see you come undone, as well as the only one who can possibly knock you up. and with each load he fucks into you, soothing away your broken sobs from the overstimulation, he's getting pretty successful.

it wasn't młynar's intention to get hooked on the very risky thrill of knocking someone up, much less a woman much younger than him. but the way your cunt hungrily swallows up his dick aaallll the way down to the base and the loud moans you make when the tip keeps bullying its way against your cervix leaves him little room to deny the fact that he gets off on the risk. and, well, the fact that you keep trapping him in leglocks and forcing him to spill everything inside is also a factor. (also did you know that horse pp actually flares during mating to ensure the semen stays inside and the chances of the mare popping out a baby are increased?? hope that fact stays with you the next time you think of the honse uncle >:3c)

despite his well-disciplined and down-to-earth personality, even chong yue isn't immune to the thought of encasing your much smaller body underneath his and filling your pussy with his seed until it takes. plus, given his draconic roots, being endowed with two wonderfully sized lengths gives him all sorts of advantages, especially when you're babbling nonsense as he stretches you wider than you ever thought possible. doesn't really help that ling and nian are eager to become aunties, pestering their dearest brother and you at every opportunity they can get.

lee was nowhere near lowkey when it came to his breeding kink, and he's made it nothing short of becoming your problem. gifted with a lung's hemipenes and kept tucked safely within a cozy little vent, he takes every opportunity to fill you to the brim with the promise of making you into a mother. and of course, he played the 'senior citizen' card the first few times he refused to pull out, claiming that he's getting too old to remember (lies) or asking you to "go easy on this old man~" (lies 2x) but can you really blame him? it's not every day he gets lucky with someone as cute and eye-catching as you. plus, those kiddos of his certainly wouldn't mind another addition to their little group.

that charming smile of his did absolutely nothing to prepare you for the depravity that tequila hid behind it. having practically sweet-talked his way into your bed, tequila made short work of ensuring that you'd never look at another man but him. his need to knock you up stemmed from his canine instincts and his need to monopolize you, because all those stewing emotions he's kept buried certainly aren't doing his mentality any good. not that he'd care, especially when he's sunken his teeth into your shoulder as he unceremoniously pushes his knot into you with a lewd pop! and starts filling your pussy to the brim with plenty of his release until it finally takes.

(hope you enjoyed some lil thirsts for these goobers, bc i want all of them to mating press the shit outta me mostly młynar. i would've have added more but its like 4 am as im writing and im very eepy. but hopefully this made ur brain go brrrrrr ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭)

Lati, you didn't have to call me out like that-- 😭😭 You're 100% right tho, I really do and I'm so predictable LMAO

Which is prolly why most of the guys you listed, I've either written, or have a draft planned for 😭 (RIP to my Lee and Tequila fics that haven't seen the light of day smdh). ANYWAY. Continue to cook, chef!! 😩💦💦💦 I wonder what kinda situation the Doctor would have on their hands if more than two Operators were trying to breed em 🤔 Personally, I think they should take turns trying-

(Also, God bless you for providing me and my followers with these scrumptious little meals, it's so nice reading these from you, Lati 😭💞 Especially when all I can really do is read rn-) AND I WILL BE SAVING THESE TOO LOL

#Lati has done it again fr #we're turning Rhodes Island into a breeding farm babey #who gonna stop us we're the Doctor #Arknights #n/sfw

[transprincecaspian]

How do you come up with your ocs? Like what's your creative process

ahh the dreaded creative process question...

sometimes it starts as music or a song that i'm attached to and i build off of that. sometimes ur listening to a song and you're like "this would go hard as a solo fight scene in a shitty freeform show" and you just gotta run with that.

usually for ocs in established media i try to eke out some of the themes already there and interpret it in my own way! "how would I explore this" vs how the creator or other fans do.

usually though when it's original characters for my original fiction or maybe d&d/pathfinder, i kind of... have to work on it for a little while. a lot of the times the character starts out as a vision in my mind and i have to determine how they got there; developing early life concepts is a huge thing for me because i feel like family and community in your formative years will greatly shape who you become (for better or worse).

oftentimes it does come down to using ocs as an outlet and building them around what i'm feeling: grief, loneliness, love, hope, anger. anger is a big one because i'm a pretty angry person; not in a way that i try to display to others but just inside. sometimes im ashamed of my anger, so how do i make a character who isn't ashamed of it and can express it? does this help me as an outlet? also trans feelings. 100% i am making trans ocs to explore the way i feel and relate to identity, gender, and sexuality. idk this feels very not good explanation LOL

for me i throw spaghetti on the wall until something sticks. once an idea has me it doesn't let go: for example, melchior; i knew i wanted a bard. i knew i was playing curse of strahd. how do i make a character that fits into the setting? i had him come from ravenloft and made him downtrodden, cynical, but still with a belief that he has a duty to minimize harm. even when it's hard. even when he can't always do it. because i need to find a way to do that. and forgive myself when i can't.

#askbox #oc chatter

[badnew2005]

mac + the record by boygenius becos i love doing big posts like this :D

without you without them. found family of All Time. charmacden and the gang as a whole. the thousand billion different forms the gang has taken. it’s always them. mac growing up so neglected and lonely, desperately craving any mimicry of family and love he could find. and here comes this messy smelly kid who’s actually a couple months older than him but looks years younger. cat <3 mac 4eva . spending christmas throwing rocks at trains. it’s us against the world as long as we’ve got eachother we’ll be fine. and then come these rich bratty twins who act like they’re so much better than you but you know you and charlie are the closest thing they’ve ever seen to god. i want to hear your story and be apart of it. the gang unpicking their pasts unpicking what makes them Them. learning what you don’t Have to talk about, how to make life bearable. “a love letter to the mortifying ordeal of being known, written in a pandemic world that violently reminded us how much we need each other”…… that’s them baby!!!

20$. i’m stuck how longs the chevy been on cinderblocks as macden mac gaining/taking back independence and mac driving vs dennis’ sense of control being seen within the range rover. but just. oh this is So mac. it’s a bad idea and i’m all about it. long live project badass. whatever the idiots he loves suggests he’s there !!! i want to know more macden road trips. driving charlie around philly. driving to visit den in college. i cant summarise it well yet further than. ITS SO MAC !!!!! song about the “wanting to poke the bear impulse” hello mac. nice to see you here. having so much passion being ride or die for whatever ur friends want picking a side and dying on it no questioning. the subtle breakdown of that devotion. bickering. i Know you have twenty dollars. macden living together for Twenty Years. ran out of gas out of time out of money. the loves still there but they’re twenty years older and it can’t sustain itself running on nothing for this long. wanting a bit more. wanting to run back in time

emily i’m sorry. the cars !!!! can be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac. waking up inside a dream full of screeching tires and fire. the storm. the apartment burning down. all the wars mac and dennis are each fighting inside their heads that are keeping them from eachother. (again macden road trips i know you exist i want to hear more about you) suburbs maybe. and i feel myself becoming someone only you could want. that’s them. macden and the gang. someone only you could love. i’m sorry i just make it up as i go along. again both mac pov ab den and den pov ab mac. it’s their first time being this person coming out and everything that comes with being Them. sure they’re forty they should know better but. it’s their first time. i’m not ready! we could run away be other people. macden most comfortable acting as other people hiding behind fake identities. i’m sorry.

true blue. similarly could be both mac pov ab den or den pov ab mac but i’m sticking with mac pov. knowing dennis so well behind his lies and walls. loving him so passionately despite everything. the first two verses are just So let me tell you about dennis. den running away to college to north dakota fucking around to find out who he is calling mac confessing everything and nothing. and i wasn’t surprised! AND IT FEELS GOOD TO BE KNOWN SO WELL !!!!! I CANT HIDE FROM YOU LIKE I HIDE FROM MYSELF. they know eachother. too much. it feels Good from macs perspective. terrifying from dens. they’re on opposite ends of journey of coming out. even before mac started weathering the storm, dennis Knew him. ofc macden moving in together. straight after college or dennis slinking home from north dakota back to mac. it’s scary. he can’t live without him. YOU ALREADY HURT MY FEELINGS THREE TIMES IN THE WAY ONLY YOU COULD. again loving dennis so passionately, despite everything. i remember who i am when i’m with you !!!! your love is TOUGH your love is TRIED AND TRUE BLUE !!!!! it hurts ! and it’s ugly ! but i love you !! i do !!! i cant stop. i don’t want to stop. dependable and alarming and loyal never ending. YOUVE NEVER DONE ME WRONG EXPECT FOR THAT ONE TIME THAT WE DONT TALK ABOUT BECAUSE IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE WHO WON THE FIGHT I DONT KNOW WERE NOT KEEPING SCORE !!!!!!!!!!!! there’s nothing to say. it’s him.

cool about it. the dive bar. paddys <3. i’m trying to be cool about it !!!!! i love you !!!!! feeling like an absolute fool about it !!!! i love you too much !!!!!!! wishing you were kind enough to be cruel about it. times up. it’s never gonna happen. it is. talking himself into i can live without dennis without this love. i cant. wanting dennis to apologise. to be Real for once. to not run away. to shout and scream at him and everything he’s ever done. loving him Despite it. to validate macs feelings and experiences. absolution and all it’s religious connotations. religion woven into this love you can’t escape it. dennis as the golden god. dennis as a thousand sins, the ultimate temptation. wanting so badly to just forget about him to be able to walk away like dennis seemed to be able to do so. once i took your medication to know what it’s like and now i have to act like i cant read your mind i ask you how you’re doing and i let you lie but we don’t have to talk about it i can walk you home and practice method acting ILL PRETEND BEING WITH YOU DOESNT FEEL LIKE DROWNING tellin you it’s nice to see how good you’re doing even though we know it isn’t true. again. nothing else to say. that’s them. all tied up.

not strong enough !!!!!!!!!!! i know i have done a thousand not strong enough posts but surprise surprise the search function isn’t working. another jumping around perspective jumping around timeline. IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MAN. mac and the storm. mac getting so so so strong while dennis was in north dakota getting so so so strong to come out physically and emotionally. to find his pride. black hole opened in the kitchen their midnight teas inflate peeking into the kitchen. theyre drowning stuck in that apartment. but it’s also a lifeboat! the double i’m not strong enough to be your man i lied i am / i lied i am just lowering your expectations. i Am strong enough to come out, but you’re not. don’t expect much from me i don’t know if i can deliver it. I DONT KNOW WHY I AM THE WAY I AM !!!!! i don’t know why i’m like this. i cant stop it. the bossiness the obsession. ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD ALWAYS AN ANGEL NEVER A GOD !!!!!!!! the storm !!!! the storm !!!!!!!! no matter how hard he tires that war is never ever ending!!! gods never gonna come say ur alright mac it’s okay.

revolution 0. macs crippling lonely upbringing. whatever the fuck macdennis is. it’s not real. none of it is. whatever he thinks the love between him and dennis is. if it isn’t love then what the fuck is it. just let me pretend !!!!!! angry and violent child screaming for love and attention never quite learning how to stop, because love never found him! the storm. dennis vs god. maybe they’re the same. he would like that. being stuck forever the only people who have stayed Hate you and they won’t shut up about it. if you’re raised with an angry man in your house …. go and invite him in etc. i wish he was angrier. mom too. i wish they cared enough to shout at me. give me Something other than indifference. even if the gang hate me at least they tell me they’ll scream and shout and laugh and punch me. at least they see me.

leonard cohen. macden driving forever !!!!!! listening to dennis’ stupid music forever. trying to read into it to see part of him between the chorus and the verse. if you love me you will listen to this song. of course i love you dennis. i’ve been listening to rick astley since i met you. i promise i will never give you up. or let you down. or run around and desert you. even if you do it to me a thousand times (you will). you said i might like you less now that you know me so well. I MIGHT LIKE YOU LESS NOW THAT YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. cause i know you man. right after mac came out. I Know You. that’s terrifying. so he ran (around and deserted mac)! i think that’s true. telling stories we wouldn’t tell anyone else. the comfort of driving. den’s flimsy sense of control. not having to look eachother in the eye. music playing on the radio you can pretend you didn’t hear. “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” sunny is a love story. and i am (not) an old man having an existential crisis at a buddhist monastery writing horny poetry. turning their apartment into a church. macs room a place of worship. i never thought love would happen to me i never thought You would happen to me

satanist. a satanist an anarchist a nihilist with me. let’s run away and hide and be someone else. they can’t catch us. i’ll go against god i’ll be a Satanist as long as You’re with me as long as i have you. please can we run away. do you want to be in my life a long time? i want you there. macden and hiding behind these fake personas. everyone else has talked ab this phenomenon a thousand times better than i am today. at least until you find out what a fake i am. i’m sorry i don’t think i can actually leave god behind. he’s the only person who loves me. we both know you can’t let yourself love me. honey and vinegar. you wonder if you can ever be seen from so far away a slow pull a seismic drift leaning over the edge of the continent. it’s so hard to come back!! you hang on until it drags you under.

we’re in love. they’re in love !!!!!! you could Absolutely break my heart. that’s how i know. loving dennis Despite everything. and i told you of your past lives, every man you’ve ever been, it wasn’t flattering boy you listened like it mattered. he’s trying at least. again a thousand times mac and dennis Having to hide behind aliases and masks. if you rewrite your life may i still play a part. dennis trying to run away to Be someone else but always having to come crawling home to mac. in the next one will you find me i’ll be the boy with the pink carnations pinned to my lapel who looks like hell and asks for help. that’s them. that’s always been them. there’s something about you that i will always recognise. we’re in love. it’s stupid and ugly and wrong in all the right ways and right in all the wrong ways. it’s us and it’s love!

anti curse. OUGHHHHH. i have already done a line by line mac analysis of this song ITS SO. it’s the storm! he’s drowning !!!! everybody else knew mac was gay but he’s Still drowning. making peace with my inevitable death drowning on the boat, mac coming out and abandoning god - the gang begging him to ask god for help, and when the heavens open and god answers they all climb and kick and push mac down to the bottom. and he drags them back down. he was ready to die with the gang. to go to hell. the gates opened god listened to him God Heard Him Say He’s Gay. being ready to die to be swallowed by this storm. i guess i did. alright considering !! macs relationship w his parents. with the gang. tried to be a halfway decent friend wound up a bad comedian. they all hate me. he’s spent his whole life begging for his parents to love him this moved onto the gang. but they all hate him. he’s a joke. was anyone ever so young? all they are is children begging for love and attention. unpacking god in the suburbs. meeting dennis. never being able to go back. i’m swimming back !!!! learning to weather the storm !!!!! dad. i’m gay. he’s not drowning!!! controlling the war holding your own little peace summit at the eye of the storm. you don’t have to make it bad just cause you know how. dennis begging and screaming for him to just go back in the closet. no! writing the words to the worst love song you’ve ever heard. loving them all despite everything. sunny is a love story. love in its foreign characters an incantation like an anticurse (or even a blessing!!!!) mac being the only member of the gang Not cursed in the gang gets cursed. he’s finally on a string of luck ! but fucks it up anyways

letter to an old poet. OH MY GOD. oh my god. i cant stop i just cant. you all know my s16 theme was macs anger!!! wanting to confront dennis but not wanting him to run again. it’s all bubbling. it’s coming. i said i think that you’re special you told me once that i’m selfish AND I KISSED YOU HARD IN THE DARK AND IN THE CLOSET you said my music is mellow maybe i’m just exhausted YOU THINK THAT YOURE A GOOD PERSON JUST CAUSE YOU WONT PUNCH ME IN THE STOMACH . AND I LOVE YOU !!! I DONT KNOW WHY I JUST DO. but !!! you’re not special you’re Evil ! you don’t get to tell me to calm down. you made me feel like an equal BUT IM BETTER THAN YOU ! and you should know that by now. when you fell down the stairs it looked like it hurt and i wasn’t sorry !!! i should have left you right there. with your hostages my heart and my cat keys. YOU DONT KNOW ME !!!!!!!!!! i wanna be happy I’m Ready To Walk Into My Room Without LOOKING FOR YOU i’ll go up to the top of our building and remember my dog when i see the full moon. I CANT FEEL IT YET. BUT I AM WAITING. there’s nothing else to say. explaining it would just be patronising. he’s there!!!! he’s weathered the storm and he’s had enough of dennis fucking around. had enough of everything ever being about dennis. i’ve actually been through shit i deserve it dennis. i should beat you up. leave you out to try. i shouldn’t have let you back in. but i did! because of course i did! you stole my parachute blindfolded me span me around and pushed me out of a moving aircraft. but i survived. built my own campsite all alone. you made me cry you said goodbye you told countless lies and hurt me. that’s all you ever do. i don’t think you deserve to live blameless anymore. i want to hold you accountable. but you’ll just run away again won’t you. make everyone hate me for no reason other than you’re scared how much i know you. come on. you fucking coward. celebrity booze mac is calm and collected confident ab his outfit while dennis is almost falling apart. the argument on the plane. everyone else is scared. mac was taking notes. he’s not stupid he knows dennis was johnny. but he can’t Say it he Can’t scream and shout and beat dennis.

#the record #mac #boygenius

[mayumiiyuu]

HI 😊

I am back again to put in a song request fic thingy. And I saw that you mentioned that you feel like you've been neglecting the ever so lovely Robin Buckley, I have a fic idea for her 💞

Ok, so the song is Sidelines by Phoebe Bridgers. Specifically the lyric, 'then you came into my life, gave me something to lose.'

And it's just so angsty and they're in love and the whole mess of the lake gate upside down thing happens and they think they're gonna die 😭 but then they get out and they have a really emotional moment in the kitchen of Eddie's trailer

I hope this made sense lmao

r. buckley || sidelines

A/N: anon, I love u and that amazing brain of urs but good god how do you expect me to write something inspired by a phoebe bridgers song without collapsing to the floor and crying?????? also i tried like,, not to make it too angsty bc im not trying to manifest any character deaths :'D

Robin x wlw!Reader

tw: slight mentions of throwing up, mentions of death (nothing too intense tho), slight angst to comfort, spoilers for stranger things s4 (and season 1, 2, & 3,, but tbh why are u reading this if u haven’t seen any of them?)

...

You had never been afraid of death.

After all, you had stared death in the face and simply flipped the grim reaper your middle finger as you survived time and time again along with Steve, Dustin, and the others. You were right there with them from the very beginning, from the day Will Byers had gone missing, you were the only person who gave Joyce the benefit of the doubt when she revealed to you the lights and the letters she had painted on the wall, telling you that Will was somehow communicating to her. Then came the demogorgons in all their unholy wrath, that you fought off fiercely; you remembered the way your body had reacted before your brain did, soaking a machete with gasoline before setting it on fire to ward off the borderline demonic creature.

You were there for the demodogs, the dark dust cloud that had somehow possessed Will, fighting yet another hoard of monsters while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye over the kids, and the new addition to your team: Max. You were there when Billy showed up, brass knuckles you had stolen from your father decorating your fingers as you threw him a punch to the gut, causing him to keel over in time for Max to inject him, knocking him out.

You had begun working at a JCPenny when Starcourt opened, using your job to your advantage as you listened to people’s conversations while you organized and laid out clothes, running to Scoops Ahoy to feed Steve and Dustin any intel.

That was when you met Robin, Robin Buckley, with her short strawberry blonde hair, pretty blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in; like lying on your back as you floated in the ocean, relaxing at the sound of calming waves. The way she often rambled made you smile, the simple way in which she just talked with that raspy, upbeat voice of hers sent your heart aflutter, she was too cute.

In those initial days of knowing her, giggling at her sarcastic, snarky jokes that always seemed to be directed at Steve and his inability to get any action, pacing around the back room of the ice cream shop during your lunch break as the two of listened to the Russian recording in an attempt to decode it, you couldn’t help the growing affection you had for her.

What started out as a soft spot for her turned into fierce protectiveness as the three of you were strapped to chairs by Russian military. You remembered how you screamed at them when Robin and you were taken to a separate room away from Steve, how you kicked and strained at your restraints whenever they had attempted to do something to her.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” You yelled so intensely that your throat felt rough afterwards, momentarily stunning the Russian officer.

Once the three of you had escaped, you sprinted to the bathroom first, throwing up your insides. As you heard Robin barf, despite your own nausea, you needed to ensure she was okay, so you stood up and walked over to the stall she was in, you knelt beside her on the floor, held her hair up as she vomited, and rubbed her back soothingly.

The three of you had sat on the floor, after the heart to heart the three of you had when you had been captured, another one was set to ensue as Robin asked you and Steve if you had ever been in love before. You remember Steve’s answer, obviously: his ever lasting love for Nancy Wheeler. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but fidget with your clothing, shrugging at your words: “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before, but uh, there’s this girl—“

Robin’s eyes widened at your words, while Steve had remained neutral, he was the first person you had come out to, after all, he was your best friend, and he was there for you as your cried about your fear of being unable to find love in the conservative town of Hawkins.

That was when it was Robin’s turn to speak. You couldn’t help the feeling as your heart sank when you had discovered she had a crush of Tammy Thompson. You spirits were immediately uplifted as Steve joked about her, calling her a muppet.

Soon, the battle of Starcourt had ensued. You looked on in horror as Billy had sacrificed himself, turning your gaze away at the terrifying scene before you.

And for while, you were at peace, despite the nightmares and images from the past haunting your mind at night, it all faded away whenever you hung out with Steve and Robin. For once, the three of you could act like normal teenagers, using the jobs you guys had at Family Video to rent out the best movies to watch at either of your houses, curling up next to Robin as you feigned fear whenever you watched a horror movie. You were most definitely not a scaredy cat, of all the things you had to endure the past three years? Bitch, please. But you found any excuse you could just to be next to her.

In spite of your feelings for her, you couldn't help but keep it all in, too afraid to ruin the wonderful friendship you had with her. So you stood on the sidelines as you watched her snicker with Vicki during the basketball game, swallowing the lump in your throat when you saw her smile for someone else.

Now, things happened as they always did: they took a turn for the worst, as news upon students’ murders overtook the once quiet town of Hawkins. Yet another mystery for you all to solve as you had made it your mission to prove Eddie Munson’s innocence. Amid curses from an evil, grotesque being called Vecna, you had somehow managed to go through it without a hint of fear.

Until you had managed to find yourself in the Upside Down along with Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin.

As soon as Robin jumped off the boat, you dove straight right in after her.

While you fought the demobats, you swung your weapon just in time before it had attacked Robin. In that moment, for the first time in your life, you had felt fear crawl up your spine. That was when your head filled with countless thoughts, anxious and worried about what would happen to the five of you, to Robin, in a place that was neither here nor there, a place that only feigned familiarity to mimic a darker, more dangerous version of Hawkins.

As the group traversed through the darkness, you couldn’t help but lace your arm through Robin’s, a gesture that would ensure her safety with her next to you.

Robin had noticed this, glancing in your direction with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just—just stay next to me, okay?” You say, holding her closer.

As your thoughts swarmed your head, one thought stuck out in particular: what if Robin would be Vecna’s next victim?

You pushed the thought away, shoved it to the very recesses if your mind, but for some reason it always managed to make its way back to the front Your eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your lower lip, running your mind through what Robin’s favorite songs were, god forbid it would ever come to that. Through any and all danger that came your way, you vowed to yourself that you’d be the one bleeding on the ground before anyone or anything so much as harmed Robin. You would be there for her, protect her as much as you could, even if it was the last thing you would ever do.

Another quake has the five of you struggling to stand, the force of the shockwave caused Robin hurtling towards the ground—curse her inept coordination—but you moved just in time, wrapping your arms around her head, twisting yourself around so that she fell atop you and not the hard ground below you.

“(y/n), thanks, but um, you—you can let go now.” She had stuttered, only for you to realize you had been holding her longer than you should have, even after the tremors had ceased.

“Sorry.” You mumble as you release her. She held her hand out towards you, helping you up.

Her fingers interlace with yours, and she doesn’t ever let go even when the group continues their way towards Nancy’s house.

You weren’t scared of death. You weren’t scared of anything.

But as you glanced around the hellish world the five of you were stuck in, eye peeled for any impending danger as red lightning flashed through the sky, with Robin squeezing your hand whenever she heard even the faintest noise that could signal trouble, you felt adrenaline course through your veins.

Now you had found out your one and only fear: losing her.

After you had made contact with the others on the other side, the five of you biked towards Eddie’s trailer.

You can’t help the grin on your face, relief washing over you as the makeshift rope Dustin and the others had created drops down into the world you were trapped in.

You gestured for Robin to go first, ensuring that she would be safe, even in what seemed to be the last leg of your journey. You watched her fall on the mattress, exhaling in solace that she was finally out of this hellhole.

It was your turn to heave yourself up, and as soon as you reached the other side, landing on Eddie’s mattresses, you got up and made your way towards Robin who was by the kitchen sink, staring blankly at the wall.

Anxiety takes over your senses, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with panic. “Robin? Robin!”

She snaps out of her thoughts as you called out her name. Another wave of relief hits you as you run into her, enveloping her in your arms.

“Woah, (nickname), you alright?”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You mumble against her shoulder, tears brimming your eyes as all your anxieties make their way up the surface.

“Hey, I’m okay, see? I’m fine, it’s okay.” She says comfortingly, stroking your back to soothe you.

You pull away from her, but your arms never unwrap themselves from her waist.

She brushes your hair from your forehead, furrowing her eyebrows with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “It’s just—with everything that’s happening, I’m, I’m just,” you stammer, taking in a deep breath to prevent your tears from spilling. “I’m scared, Robin. I don’t want to lose you.”

Robin’s eyes soften at your words and cradles your head so your face is tucked into where her neck and shoulder meet.

“It’s, it’s scary, I know, this isn’t like anything we’ve ever seen before. But hey, aren’t you the badass gal who fought a demogorgon with basically a flaming sword? The same person who tore through the Mind Flayer’s flesh, I mean, you literally just took down three demobats on your own, you’ve got this.”

You shake your head again, holding her closer to you.

“It’s different now, Robin.” You mumble against her skin, taking in her scent, memorizing it, in case of the worst case scenario.

“How is it different?” She mutters, smoothening out your hair.

You pull away slightly, a single tear makings it’s way past your cheek.

“I have so much more to lose now.”

“What do you mean by that?”

You sigh, through everything that was happening, it was not or never.

“I have you, now, Robin. And I never want to lose you.”

At your admission, Robin’s eyes widen slightly before going back to their original shape. Throwing all inhibitions away, she leans her forehead on yours, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

“And I’ll make sure of it,” you say with conviction before swallowing. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Her eyes fill with sadness as she takes your hand in hers.

“Don’t say that, (y/n), we’ll be fine, we always end up fine.”

“But this isn’t like those last times, the odds are stacked against us and if we have to face those odds I am more than willing to die for you—“

“Screw the odds!” Robin exclaims. “I’m not losing you, either. Never. So please, stop thinking like that, it hurts me when you do.” Her voice shakes, cracks, as she utters out those words.

You lick your lips, nodding silently, you would never want to hurt her.

As you stare into her blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in each time you looked, she closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours, and you return the gesture.

In that moment, your mind finally quiets, your worries cease. In that single moment there is quiet amongst the chaos, there is light in the darkness, because Mindflayer or Vecna be damned if they ever came between the two of you.

As her lips gently move against yours, there you two are, just two teenagers holding each other lovingly, illuminated by the kitchen light. Not fighting for your lives, not risking it all for the greater good, just you and Robin.

Your Robin.

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8, 9, 12, 23 👀

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

uuuuuhhhhmmm like. i would have to say several. a few. as in, frankly, i cannot count them all. my hobby is buying water bottles with cute designs on them and then getting Autistic Scared of them and defaulting to the One True water bottle. they're cute boys tho i have a pineapple one, i have quite a few pokémon ones, i have one that has little cartoon germs on the outside which i admire because it’s a bold move to put pictures of magnified germs on the outside of a drinking vessel. but feed ur stomach biome it’s okay. anyway yea i have a few. they’re family to me. 

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

oh hot coffee. i had cold coffee once when i visited paris one time (lmao we had a hotel next to a street full of sex shops. very funny) & i was like ‘what is more refreshing and more gay than an iced coffee?’ and apparently due to the concentration of gay in my body the introduction of Additional Gay to the ecosystem caused what you might dub Something Of An Issue so yeah that’s the story of me sitting outside the Moulin Rouge regurgitating iced coffee into the iced coffee vessel. these days we stick to hot coffee, but honestly i get my caffeine from hazardous and dangerous and vile quantities of energy drinks. telling my already screwed-up body to draw 25. 

12. what kind of day is it?

oh it’s been a weird one. i was just awake for 49 hours for no reason & then managed to sleep for four hours in the afternoon. i’m at home so people keep trying to feed me, and my (our) cat who had face reconstruction surgery on tuesday got outside so i spent a while climbing walls and trees and inside hedges while he sat looking at me with vague feline amusement, trying to get his bandages as soaking wet as possible. i discovered seafood sticks today! which are sooo up my street because they’re a vile concoction of 49% fish with such ingredients as fish (pollock, Fish, MEAT), potato starch, sugar, soya protein. and they kind of look like a movie prop for the ‘cavernous inside of some washed-up sea-creature’. but they SLAP holy shit. i got ID’d again for a 6 pack of energy drinks because you have to be over sixteen & like… cashier person i love you and i will absolutely sadly and silently hand over my ID but i am a decade older than that. anyway yea!!! it’s been a day. 

& 23 is answered : D

#ty for the ask! #i didn't manage to catch my cat he made direct eye contact with me from where i perched on the roof of the shed #and simply walked in the door #ask meme