#i guess yall come get your juice

[nsfwmaemi]

Good For Something (ft. ITZY Ryujin)

WC: 750

Genre: smut, ryujin x sub m!reader

A/N: Unedited snippet I wrote on a whim for Ryujin day. Fun fact: Ryujin was my third ever ult bias. Can yall guess my first two ult biases? First to guess both wins a... uh... a high five!

“I’m heading to bed!” You hear as the door opens. The lights turn on. You finally see a real living human being after months.

“Good night!” She screams through the small crack of the door before shutting it completely. She clumsily drops her bags by the closet near her door, then does a few little stretches.

She drags her feet towards you, slowly taking off her clothes. Starting with her top, she discards it and throws it beside you. Then she pulls her jeans down along with her panties, fully revealing her glistening pussy. Lastly, as she stands right in front of you, she unhooks her bra and drops it on the floor with her jeans.

With such a sight to behold, your erection comes to life right away. She grabs her makeup removal kit from the bedside table before straddling you. Aligning your shaft to her folds, she slowly sinks down.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, “I haven’t had a dick in me for so long.” Her tight entrance slowly envelops your length. She ties her hair back as she stares at her reflection in the mirror above you.

Gently, painfully slowly, she grinds on your length as she starts removing her makeup. With heavy breaths, she sways her hips back and forth while paying attention to the little details of her makeup, making sure she completely cleans her face.

In cleansing her face, she must be as gentle as possible in order to keep her flawless skin flawless. However, this gentleness translates to her fucking. While you’re used to fast and rough, just as she likes it, her pace is so meticulous, that it is unsettling for you—a literal change of pace.

As soon as she is done with her makeup removal, she grabs onto your shoulders and bounces on your length. This is what you’re used to. Without batting an eye on you, she untangles her hair and admires her own raw beauty in the mirror. You as well gaze upon her majesty, but her majesty does not even look down on her subject. To her, you are merely a toy, a dick to fuck when she wants.

Without warning, her pace slows down, her grip tightens, and her walls tighten. She moans as loudly as she wants as juices gush from her folds. Her body weakens, leaning forwards, embracing your head close to her shoulder and her chest landing on yours. She grabs your hair until finally her orgasm subsides.

“I haven’t… had one of those… in ages,” she mutters between heavy breaths. She pulls your hair down until your face is looking at her. “You wanna cum, too?” You nod frantically.

“I don’t usually do this, but you’ve been such a good toy to me,” she tells you as she gets off you and grabs your cock. With a sly smile, she teases, “and I know you missed me.”

With an increasing pace, she rubs your cock while staring at you in the eyes. You stare back at her and her body, focusing on her slim figure, grateful that you get to fuck such a figure every day, a body you can never get to touch and admire.

As your small moans start slipping out of your mouth, she quickens the pace even more knowing you’re on the verge of climaxing. And so you do, spurting small loads of semen onto your own belly. She takes a look at your small mess. Her sly smile turns to disappointment, then anger.

“This is pathetic. What is this?” She asks menacingly. She stands on her feet and leans over, glaring at you. “Did you nut while I was gone?”

Stunned, frightened, you can only cower in fear, avoiding eye contact. You were taught not to lie. You couldn’t. But you also couldn’t say yes. To her, the silence implies it however, and that’s all she needs to know.

She sends a palm flying towards your cheek, making a noise so loud you worry her roommates might have heard it.

“What did I tell you?” She growls at you. Again, you can only cower in fear.

“You’re pathetic.” She insults you as the sting on your cheek still lingers. “You know the punishment.”

She storms out, heading towards the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on while you’re stuck on the same couch you’ve lived in for however the fuck long, unable to clean yourself or even touch yourself. You can only sit there quietly as you await your punishment.

#kpop smut #itzy smut #ryujin smut #shin ryujin smut

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 •”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:Earth 42 Miles X F! Reader

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: Miles owns a business to help with his job as The prowler, he gets a new assistant thats trying to end his marriage .

𝐀/𝐍: Yall asked and yall will recive , i hope yall enjoyed this took a while

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Cussing,Horrible flirting,Spanish might be a little choppy ( blame apple) For the story HE IS AGED UP

Inspired by: some tiktok and the obsessed movie

Miles started to wake up and get ready for work. He left you a quick note “Don’t move too much , Recuerda que estás en reposo en cama“(remember you are in bed rest ) , he left a tiny heart at the corner .

The butler would come , as miles was getting ready “when she wakes up just make her a breakfast sandwich “ miles lets the butler know . The butler nods at the request, he would swiftly grab his brief case and head off to work .

The car would feel with sounds if Miles hype playlist for work . He enjoyed the playlist sense it reminded him that “he’s a boss “

The boss parks a car in the parking spot that was labeled for him. As he walks to the door he seen a new face . “My name is Mr. Morales , and you are “ he questions her .

“Oh me , I’m Iya Barnes “ he shakes her hand “nice to meet you “ he says and smiles .

Miles opened the door for the lady as a gesture of welcoming and kindness. Miles couldn’t help it , Mama Rio raised him right and always made him a gentleman.Yet the lady didn’t take it that way .

“I’ll give you a quick tour “

He starts giving a nice breif tour of the company, she would get to meet all of her new coworkers and she didn’t know it yet but even the boss .

“If you have any questions either ask me or coworkers “ miles told her .

“Well I do have a quick question, do you know where the prowler is “ she asks him . He lets out a chuckle

“Nice to meet you.. I’m the prowler “ he says .

In the moment the lady fell in love , she loved the way he was so cocky with it , how the word “prowler “ rolls off his tongue.

“Well I’m guessing you’ll be my assistant, so I have 3 rules that every employee follows

1. Don’t ever disrespect my wife.

Although she is not here she does come around and see me at least once or twice per week.

2. Don’t be nosy

“ In the most respectful way , mind your business. Sense you are my assistant sometimes you need to listen to calls . If you don’t have to listen , then don’t listen “

3. “Don’t be touchy touchy

I don’t like when people are all one me. You can give me a tap but I don’t really do hugs with most co workers . “

When he was done with rules , let’s just say the new girl was a little ticked off because he had a wife . She wanted him and now that she heard he had a wife , she was going to be a home wrecker .

During her time on working here she already broke one rule .

Rule number 3 to not be in his business, yet she was . She was ease dropping on a call with him and his wife . She heard that you were going to stop by and drop something off for him . But he was going to be in a meeting.

“Looks like someones being nosy “ a random coworker said as they tapped her shoulder. She quickly takes the earpiece off. “ I hope boss dosn't see you “The person whispers in the girls ear, the unknown walks off from the lady.

In that moment she felt caught , like she did some crime .

“Iya I’m going to a meeting , when my wife gets here either ask Arron to excuse me or you can do it “ he walks into meeting room and begins to start . During that time the girl started to do her job for once .

You would come to his job , and bring his lunch for him , the butler made him a sub , gave him some juice, fruit , chips and cookies . You knock on the glass to catch her attention. She looks up at you with a stank face . You were confused why but then you just went to Uncle Aaron because you weren’t gonna deal with that time disrespect. “Hey I brought you and miles some lunch , and he you know told me I can call him out if needed “ you tell him as you grab his lunch from the bag you brought from home . “Alright I got that , and thanks “ he said .

Soon miles would come out of the meeting and you would go to his office.

“You can have your lunch break Iya” miles told the assistant to take her lunch break.

“Miles, no me gusta esa chica , she’s bad news “ (Miles I don’t not like that girl)

“¿Por qué, cariño, qué pasó?” He asks you in a soft tone (why baby what happened) he asked you confused as this was only her first day .

“Well you see I was going to ask her to call you out , but she gave me a stank-“ you say before a knock from a coworker comes out .

“I want gonna say anything but the new girl broke on of the big three rules , she invaded your privacy “ you make a chuckle. “you see what i mean she broke 2 rules in one day” you mumble .

“Tendremos una charla (We’ll have a talk) “ he says

You continue to talk with him about the business and other stuff about the pregnancy.

“ are you going to come tomorrow “ he asks you , you think nothing of it

“Yeah probably “you tell him

He smiles “alrighty baby I’ll see you later tonight ok” you smile as he give you a smile .

You leave and would head back home happy you got to see your husband early .

While you were happy iya was somewhere pressed , realizing that if she was going to try to get his attention she would have to break a rule but good thing for her she was already doing to get a talk , she had already broken more than one rule in a quick span of a day

“wheres is Iya “ miles goes around asking people “she’s in the break room” he smiles thanks , “you’ll probably get a raise” he whispered in the person who told where she was

“Esta nueva chica será mi muerte“ (This new girl will be the death of me).he sighed as he opened the door

“Iya we have a problem “ he says as he walks in “two people have commented on you in the past hour , care to explain “ he says in a harsh cold accent

“I have no idea what your talking about “

“Sí, lo haces”(yes you did) he mumbles

“Did you say something” she asks trying to act surprised”

“Yes you did, one if your trying to say my wife is lying , and why would another say they saw you with head piece on” he says in a annoyed tone , yet the girl enjoyed it , how his tone was Cold and his eyes where low .

“I’m sorry please take my apology, I can make it up to you” she whines as she try’s to touch his chest . He moves so she touches the wall . “Don’t make it 3 rules broken” he says harshly and walks out of the break room .

He walks to uncle Aaron’s office “Tío, me voy temprano, esta mierda es estresante, especialmente la chica nueva“(uncle im leaving early , this shit stressful, especially the new girl) he goes silent for a second

“How does one person breaks the 3 big rules in one day , ¿Qué coño? “(like what the fuck) he says he takes off his badge and places it on the desk

“I’ll talk to her” he says , miles starts to leave to go to his office and get everything he needs to go home .

He starts to undo his tye and smiles knowing that tomorrow his was going to see a nice small on your face with the surprise baby shower

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @not-aya @html-nae @mintkookiess @khamanix @erensbbg @marsbars09 @yanghees @melaaaara @xuanzhe @iheartamora @hana-1235 @merlieve @stevenknightmarc @baboon-milk333

@fennecspage

-Some didn't work , so sorry 😭😢

#prowler miles x reader #prowler miles morales x y/n #prowler x reader #miles morales prowler #the prowler #prowler miles #atsv prowler #prowler #prowler miles morales #prowler miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales #earth day #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 #earth 42 miles angst #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x you

[f4irycoven]

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ smut visuals twt links part two ୨୧

part one

warnings : porn vids/hard content, afab, minors dni!

come get yall juices

somnophilia after he came home from practice

railing you good in the shower

ur tiddies will be forever his fav thing

try to distract your game time

filming a sex tape in front of the mirror

help each other to cum

stroke his cock to comfort him after having a bad day

riding him in the parking lot

professor! jaemin fucking his nerdy student

somnophilia in the morning

thigh fucking and cumming all over your thighs

fucking you on the kitchen counter

rainy nights sex

hate fucking with enemy! jaemin

the dinner party guess is finally go home

he loves to lick ur tiny clit

mutual masturbation while watching porn together with bestfriend! jaemin

fucking you in his dorm

double date with jeno and his gf

he love seeing you so desperate with his cock

rough sex after fighting

getting touchy while you sucks him off

jaemin inviting his friends to use you (7dream edition)

riding sub! jaemin while he got blindfolded

updated : 28th october 2022

notes : this page will be updated if i found a good porn💋

#jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin imagines #jaemin smut #jaemin x you #tw nswf #twt links #jaemin scenarios #p*rn #smut visuals #nct smut

[vixenpen]

Hobie Brown loves black women (duh) but also (head canons)

because daddy is my latest obsession 🤭

Damn, I leave these tumblr streets for a year and yall out here wildin. It’s come to my attention that yall have the unmitigated gall, the glittering nerve to argue with black women about whether or not Hobie Brown likes black girls. Excuse me???? Does the black punk radical revolutionary from the SEVENTIES!!!! (Cuz yall keep forgetting he lives in 1970s London) like black women?!?!?!

Honey not only does he LOOOVE black women. He loves BLACK women. What do I mean when I say that?

Hobie loves soul sistas with sky high Afros, TWAs, shaved heads, close cut fades

The girls that can quote Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, bell hooks, and WEB Du Bois with equal conviction and knowledge

I’m talking fist to the sky, power to the people, say it loud I’m black and I’m proud, type tease

I’m talking they wearing all black, leather jackets with their black panther pins stuck to the lapel (and if you think I’m talking about the hero you ain’t black enough for this conversation)

I’m talking the black ladies with the barets that call all black men “my brotha” and all black women “my sistah”

The black women that keep that thang on em and ain’t ever gotta get ready

Hobie loves the loc’ed black girls and the turban wearing sisters

The girls who keep Maya Angelou, James Baldwin, or Langston Hughes on deck usually tucked into their woven knapsacks/leather messenger bags

The sage and incense burning girlies who cleanse their space and say a little prayer of protection on your journey

The orisha worshipping black girlies with alters in their windows and tarot cards on their bookshelf

The girlies that can guess your star sign based on your jaw line.

The girls that smell like cocoa butter with paint on their skirts

Hobie likes his fellow black fem punks with their spiked jewelry and shaved heads

The girlies pushing, shoving, and rioting during the mosh pits

The black girlies with the braid/Mohawk combos.

The girls stomping through the club in demonias with their piercings and black leather accessories

The girls with the drawn on angry eyebrows yet the kindest, gentlest smiles

The girls who prowl the record stores and flip off the shop owner that keeps following them.

The black girlies in the band who are front row and center wailing like Betty Davis and dancing like Tina Turner, a mic in hand or a guitar over her shoulder

Hobie loves the disco divas

The girlies in their sparkly bell bottoms killing it in the discos on Saturday nights

The girlies who think disco will never die

The funky divas and dance floor queens

The girls that audition for soul train every season and win.

The girls with the best record collection especially when it comes to party hits and speaking of parties

He loves the girls who are the first on the dance floor and the last to leave. The lives of the party and the queens of the kick backs

Hobie loves his pothead black girls that always have the good gas

His Mary Jane muses who are always a chill vibe and a good time

The black girls who always have snacks and gum on em cuz they’re always hungry and high.

With their red eyes and quick smiles.

He loves the black girls with a little dime bag and something “a little bit stronger if you need it”

And he loves his black girls black mixed with nothing but black. Two black parents, four black grandparents, the darker the berry the sweeter the juice. Yes he loves dark chocolate girls BUT he loves his black girls of all hues

Albino

Butter scotch

Mahogany

Blue-black

Hobie loves BLACK women

Yall please stop forgetting this man lived during the 70s and there is a very particular type of black woman that was around during the 70s

#hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie x black!reader #hobart brown #Hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv #headcanons

[randofics]

I really love the way you write your transformer fics. Can you please write one when reader is on her period if you don't mind 🙏🏽

Of course honey! And thanks! Wasn't sure who you wanted, so I just decided on Smokescreen cause he seems like he'd be very helpful with everything. Also, it's a few days after you asked, and I just got my period, too, so I guess you asked at the perfect time. We both need some extra support while we go through this crap.

Closer to the end, the whole atmosphere changes, and you can really tell where my mood swings due to crazy hormones. I was in pretty strong pain then stopped writing for an hour, and when I started again, I was just really... well, yall know what I mean. 🤪🤣

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You woke up early due to severe cramps, and after a quick trip to the bathroom and one to the kitchen to take pain medication, you went straight back to bed. Luckily, the meds kicked in pretty quickly, and you slept another few hours.

When Smokescreen pulled into your driveway and you didn't come out for several minutes, he started to get worried. You almost always immediately came out when he pulled up, and even when you didn't, it wasn't that long before you did come walking out. He called your phone, and it rang for a moment before you finally picked up.

Your voice was drousy and weak sounding when you spoke. "Smoke? What are you doing calling me?"

"I'm in your driveway, and you didn't come out, so I decided to call you. Are you ok? Cause you sound terrible."

"Oh, sorry, I was out like a light and didn't hear you. And I'm ok. I'll just stay home today." You most definitely didn't sound ok, and he couldn't just leave you here by yourself when you weren't feeling well. Maybe if he could get you back to base Mrs. Darby could check you out.

With his processor made up, he told you he was coming in to get you. Using his holoform, he got the spare key from under the flowerpot on the porch and opened your door. Walking inside, he navigated his way to your room. Your door was open, and he heard shuffling inside.

He peaked around the doorframe, scanning the room for you. You were curled into a ball on your bed, and the phone was still in your hand. When he walked in, you looked up at him sleepily, a frown on your face. "You look like you were attacked by a swarm of scraplets."

"Feels like one's chewing up my insides." Your grim visuals would've made any autobot queasy. He made a face of disgust and unease with your own expression not changing. "I need to take another pill. Can you carry me to the kitchen?" He nods and moves to the edge of your bed, picking you up bridal style. You hooked your arms around his neck as he carried you out of the room.

You hadn't seen his holoform very often. He almost never used it. But you couldn't lie about how attractive he was to you in either form. He looked like a typical circut driver, slim but relatively well built, and now you knew he was strong enough in this form to carry you like this.

If you were feeling better, you would probably be a blushing mess, but right now, it was just great to feel "human" contact. He set you on your feet close to the cabinet you pointed to, and when you struggled to reach the ibuprofen with the pain keeping you from moving much, he stood behind you with a hand on the counter and reached up easily grabbing it. "Do you mind pouring me some juice? The cups are in that cabinet over there."

As you leaned on the counter, he poured you some juice and watched you pop a pill swallowing it down with a sip of the drink. "Ok, I'll need to use the bathroom before we leave." You started to walk on your own, but he stopped you swooping you up again and taking you back down the hall to your bathroom. "You need to wait out here, ok? I'll just be a minute."

Patiently, he waited for you, and when you came out, he scooped you up again. "You need anything else before we leave?"

"My purse and my ibuprofen bottle." He nodded. "I'll come back in and grab them for you." With that, he took you outside to his alt, setting you down in the passenger seat. You watched him run back in, and for a minute, he was gone.

He jogged back out, stopping to hide your spare key and to lock your door. He slid into the driver's seat, holding your purse out for you to take. You grabbed it with one hand, the other pulling him to you by his jaw so you could give him a peck on the cheek.

He was momentarily stunned at your sudden effection. You gave him as big a smile as you could muster, and before you could turn away, he swooped in kissing you. You were surprised but relaxed into him. After a few beats, you pulled away slowly, looking him in the eye. He cleared his throat awkwardly and put his hands on the wheel, flexing his fingers nervously. "That... that was nice."

He peals out of your driveway and gets onto the neighborhood street. "If I weren't feeling so bad, I'd want to keep whatever that was going." You leaned over the center console on your elbow, giving him a look that had him hitting the breaks.

He looked at you clearly frazzled and blushing hard. "You... we can't... I mean, I... ugh, you can't just go saying stuff like that!" His hands drug across his face before he shook his head to clear it. "I really need to get you to Ms. Darby, you aren't acting right. We can talk about this later, so just get comfortable and get some rest."

The ibuprofen was finally helping a lot with the pain, but your hormones were surging, and you suddenly wanted to jump his bones. You held back, though, at his promise to talk about it later. "How about we go for a ride when I'm better?"

The way you said that had his engine sputtering for a moment, and he looked back at you grinning at him like the Cheshire cat. He was blushing harder if it was even possible. "Just take a nap, please. I know you need it."

"I will right after you answer a question." He let out a sigh. "What's your question?"

"Would you rather do it in the front seat or on your hood?"

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A SPARK ATTACK!"

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #transformers prime #periods #menstruation #comfort #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen x reader

[kitt357]

Doll Adrian Graye x Reader: Wishing you were somehow here again.

ADRIAN SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE. This man has me on a chokehold, and no, I will not apologise.

TW: angst, implication of a panic attack, survivors guilt ish. I guess horror near the end, but not really, but I'll put it here anyway, just in case.

Most nights, soft dreams called to you, each morning the same nightmare. But even your dreams took dark turns, things you couldn’t escape from, feelings you couldn’t outrun. The guilt of not being able to help him and the pain of missing him each and every day.

It all happened months ago. If you were being honest to yourself, you stopped counting. The days and nights blended into one another, not that it mattered by this point, you were just living to survive, to not be turned into one of those things. A tool your dear partner had become.

You collapsed once the spell on the day of unity activated. You quickly realized it was a draining spell, depleting you of life. You tried to claw yourself up off the ground as others tried to run, either to escape or find their loved ones, fearing it would be the last time they would see them. That's what you tried to do, but the spell was causing you to get weaker, overpowering you. You first felt it in your arms, barely able to move them, let alone push your body weight up. But then it came into your legs, but you prevailed and kept pushing.

You hastily climbed the steps where the coven heads were supposed to be. When you reached the top, lungs burning as your body screamed to stop, you saw them all laying on the floor. You scanned the crowd, looking for Adrian, your eyes met the familiar frame of him, laying face down against the floor, holding himself.

You let out a shaky breath and tried to reach him, but your body was just too exhausted, and you felt your vision becoming blurry the closer you tried to get to him. You glanced down at the sigil burning into your wrist. The yellow veins crawled their way up your skin. If you survived, you hoped it wouldn’t scar.

You fell to your knees, inches away from Adrians unconscious form. You gently shook him.

“Adrian.” You called for him, voice hoarse and thin.

“Come on, you gotta get up.”

He was still unresponsive, his face beginning to slack, making your eyes widen as your heartbeat raced, feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest.

“Please. I still need you.”

You picked him up and held him close, his body limp in your arms. Eyes welled up with tears as they dripped onto his face. Your breathing quickened as you felt your eyelids begin to droop, head swaying, trying to keep focus.

But the darkness soon took over, and you felt yourself slump to the floor, still holding Adrian close. But as quickly as the darkness came, it went, it felt like you only closed your eyes for a few moments, but when you peered up to the sky, holding a hand out to see, you saw that the moon had moved position.

Adrians body began to twitch slowly, moving like he’d been woken up from a 100 year old slumber. Your attention was brought down to him, as you let out a wheezy laugh of relief, caressing his face, eyes running like a river.

“(Y/N)?” His voice cracked, confused.

“Shh, it's okay now.”

How you now started to dread those words every time you looked back. Words whispered in comfort became your downfall.

The sky turned blue, with hues of pink, as what looked like a young boy began floating, spinning around, sending waves of colour all across the isles. Stars from the sky came crashing down, sending the land into quakes, shaking those off their feet.

“Comon, we’ve gotta get up.”

You heaved Adrian to his feet, he wrapped his arms around you, legs dragging across the dirt, trying to walk with you. His grip loosened a few times, making you stop to try and hold him up once more.

“Common love, you got to help me here.” You tried to sound reassuring, but panic laced your voice. Adrian’s ears perked up at a high pitched sound, as something got closer. He turned quickly to face what was behind you both.

“Duck.” He tried to yell, coming out scratchy.

You turned to see what he was trying to tell you, gasping in surprise. You raised your hands, dropping Adrian as you summoned a shielding bubble. Pieces of stars were crashing against the coven head stage.

You tried to push against the weight colliding on the bubble, but the bubble began to crack. You looked back at Adrian who, looking at you eyes wide with fear and confusion, was trying to push himself off the ground.

“Adrian, get away from-”

A blast suddenly sent you flying backwards, head crashing against the ground, scrapes and bruises now littering your body. The sounds of faint screams ran in your ear, everything feeling numb as you sat up, your head feeling like it was spinning. A blue metallic star hovered over the coven heads, its forehead lighting up.

Reaching out a hand to him, you wanted to call out to him. But you were too late. A flash of white made you wince. Regaining your senses and vision, the scene horrified you. They had all transformed into wooden lifeless dolls.

You sat there in disbelief, wondering if this was a dream, that you hit your head and you were safe, wrapped in your lover's arms, soon to be coaxed into waking up. But the longer you sat there, the longer reality sank in. The screams of the people began to fade back in as you watched Adrian's body being lifted up by the same creature that turned him to wood.

“No.” Voice barely a whisper.

“Give him back.”

Your eyes were red and puffy, but they wouldn’t stop flowing, you hurriedly wiped them, and shakily stood, trying to run towards them, but stumbling every few steps you took. The pain was too much, but it didn’t matter.

“Give him back.”

Yelling as loud as you could, but by the time you reached them, they disappeared, flying towards a new floating castle above the titan’s skull. you stood there, motionless, you sobbed hard. Falling to your knees, you scratched the dirt, trying to suck in as much air as possible, your throat feeling like it was caving in on you, wanting to clutch onto some reality or sanity, whichever came first.

“What's the matter?”

The voice was young, probably no older than a ten year old, so you looked up, the figure spinning from earlier now in your view. His face was half yellow and half blue, eyes glowing a burning red. You would’ve been taken aback, had it not been for everything else that had happened until this point.

From that moment, the boy, known as The Collector, wanted you to be his protector. A parental figure of sorts. He saw the way you ran for the life of you to reach ‘the man with the funny tail’, and decided he wanted someone like that of his own. He spared your life, but when you asked for Adrian’s he told you no. The coven heads were his extra security, dolls to keep you safe, since you didn’t have the power he held within his arms.

You spent days scouring the castle, looking for him. You thought maybe they had a patrol, but you never passed any of them, even with using illusion copies of you to help you. You were close to giving up hope, when you passed through a corridor you hadn’t seen before.

Taking a final chance, you strolled down it, various paintings depicting the collectors life. It seemed he wasn’t favoured amongst his friends or family, you weren't sure. You felt pity for the young boy, but the pity died down.

You turned to find an open corridor, a white cage decorated the end, looking like vines spiralling down from the ceiling, with a garden behind.

But what dragged your attention was the coven heads standing in front. Your breath hitched in your throat. Whatever they were guarding must’ve not only been important but strong, too. You wondered if it were Belos, but the thoughts drained away when you saw Adrian’s smiling face.

You charged down the corridor and leapt into a hug. He felt cold and stiff. You tried raking your hands through his hair, but it was a hard texture, matching that of his body. You cupped his face, running your thumb across it.

“Adrian?”

You couldn’t breathe, it still didn’t feel real, like you were trapped in a cruel nightmare.

“Wake up. Please.” You whimpered, but he never budged or even blinked.

That's when the nightmares started. Adrian torments you, begging you to save him. Turning to wood right in front of your eyes, clawing at the ground as he gripped his neck. Each time you woke up in a cold sweat, you soon decided sleep wasn’t the best for you, so you focused on making games and taking care of The Collector and his new friend King.

But when you couldn’t evade sleep’s clutches, sometimes you did have pleasant dreams. Adrian plucking flowers from a field and placing them in your hair, as he told you the over dramatic tales of his missions. Strolling through the castles corridors, arm in arm, as he whispered promises in your ear, or even finding yourself tangled in your bedsheets, embracing each other, as the hair on his shoulders tickled under your nose, earning a loving smile from you.

But the pleasant ones always ended the same, he would turn to you and clutch your hands like it was the last time he'd ever hold you, telling you it's time to wake up. You’d beg him not to go, and your eyes would open, before you could even say goodbye.

You visited Adrian often, whenever you had the chance. Telling him about your day, how much you missed him, anything, if it gave you an excuse to say something to him, hoping, praying that something would make him snap out of it. But you learnt that only The Collector could break the spell.

You discovered the moon on Adrian’s head one time when you visited him, telling him about the games you, King and The Collector had been playing. You were sitting on the floor in front of him, and looked up at him with tired eyes, and noticed the moon sticking out from under his hair. Since that moment you did everything you could to try and remove it without hurting him. But King broke the news gently to you when he found you sobbing in the corner of the room, out of Adrian's view, when nothing seemed to be working.

Everyday, for the last however many months had been like this on repeat.

Today was no different. You watched from the castle windows, keeping an eye on King and The Collector’s game, observing, ready to take action if it went too far. A role King had to give you when The Collector threatened to send the losers of his game to space.

They flew in on The Collector’s star, and jumped to the floor. The Collector saw you waiting and hovered over to you, pulling you in a tight embrace as he spun you around.

“Mama/Papa (Y/N)!”

“Good evening, Collector.”

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, as he smiled up at you.

“Today was so much fun, But Terra ruined it in the end, she always does.”

“Maybe she’s just not the right type of character to play, Eda.” You stated gently, trying not to blame her despite knowing Terra quite well.

“Oh well, it doesn’t matter, I need to find a replacement now though.”

He let go of you, and a pit dropped in your stomach, did he turn her into a doll too? Would you become one if you didn’t do as he says? A part of you preferred the latter, that way, you wouldn't be able to feel anything, trapped in limbo with Adrian.

But deep down, you knew Adrian would never let you if he knew, wanting you to live your life, even if it was without him. For someone as dramatic as him, he could sometimes be selfless.

The Collector floated away, berating Odalia about something to do with the owl beast. You stuffed your hands in your pockets and were about to walk away when you felt a small hand tug at your leg.

“I’ll talk to him.” King said, nearly a whisper, but you shook your head, with a pained smile.

“It’s okay King, you’ve already risked so much freeing Eda and Lilith.”

King had told you about Eda and Lilith, that was how you found out only The Collector could free them. As much as you wanted Adrian back, you didn’t want The Collector to feel like he was being used like Belos did, much less end up like Belos.

You left the two children, who went off to play a new game you pondered. You knew if the Collector needed you, you’d be summoned, with either one of the endless dolls that resided here, or he’d get you himself.

The same corridor you’d gotten so used to walking through became your muscle memory, landing you in front of the coven heads. You stood tall in front of Adrian, staring into his lifeless eyes.

“Adrian, it’s playtime.”

Those were the words to ‘wake him up’, information once again at the courtesy of King. He told you the collector didn’t want to tell you just yet cause he thought it'd make you upset, knowing Adrian could move, but not control it himself.

The puppets could only follow orders. They couldn't think or move for themselves. The young boy didn’t want you to cry anymore. He only wanted you to smile and have fun playing games. Knowing that information would hurt, he hid it from you.

You hadn't tried to before, terrified it would alert The Collector that you had woken him, but when no alarms went off, you stood there, knees shaking.

Suddenly, Adrian’s eyes glowed a light red before he went limp, nearly falling over and spinning to life, standing up straight and walking towards you.

“How can I be of service?”

His voice sounded unfilled, without emotion. Like it came from a toy that you had to pull a string for it to talk. His mouth never opened, like it was coming from a voice box. It sounded like him, but not at all at the same time.

You nearly fell to your knees, gripping your mouth. You couldn’t stop yourself and ran to hug him.

“Adrian, I’m so sorry, I have no idea if you’ve been able to hear me till now, but there's so much I want to say.”

You tried to express between your heavy breathing, eyes beginning to well up. But his face remained expressionless, almost like he was staring you down. You lightly pushed yourself off him but still held his shoulders.

“Do you have a game?” He asked, titling his head to the side quizzically. You huffed in dismay. They were here for security and games, to protect you should anything go wrong. Nothing more.

“Yes. It’s a small game called memories.” You mumbled, your eyes darting across his face. The doll nodded.

“How do you play?”

“It’s simple. Just hold onto me, and I’ll show you. You’ll catch on.” You stated, removing a hand from his shoulder and holding a hand out, luring him in. He placed his own loosely in your hand. You gently coaxed him in as he wobbled towards you, moving like a marionette, until you stood in the centre of the room.

He matched your movement from earlier, nearly slamming a hand down on your shoulder, causing you to wince slightly. You stepped back, and he followed you. After a few movements, you let go, spinning him carefully, like he could crack and fall apart at any moment. The wood of his fingers scratch against your skin, as his back was turned you drew a spell circle, the room dissipating and turning into a hall you were all too familiar with at the emperor's castle.

Once he’d turned, his face had returned to normal, still expressionless, but when you reached up to caress his face, it no longer felt icy and wooden, but soft and warm. Your eyebrows creased, as your eyes winced, holding him there. You continued to move, dancing like you had done so many times at parties you had to attend, or even in your kitchen, when the world around you had gone to sleep, and it was just the two of you.

You saw something twinge in his eyes, but you told yourself it was just the illusion. You stopped, staring into each other, as you laid your head against his chest, not even hearing a heartbeat or the light sounds of him breathing. You gripped the clothes he wore tightly, that your knuckles began to turn white.

“(Y/N).”

You let go, eyes shooting open, looking up at him. He stared down at you, but your attention was pulled from him when you saw another Adrian at the other end of the ‘hall’. Your eyes shook, confused.

“You left me.”

“No.” You whimpered, holding Adrian close, it wasn’t real. You kept telling that to yourself, but the other Adrian only got closer, more walked out from behind him and circling around you two.

You tried to stop the spell, to bring you two back to reality, but it wouldn’t work. You couldn’t stop it, no matter how many circles you drew.

“Help us (Y/N).”

“You watched.”

“You did nothing.”

“It should be you standing here, not me.”

They all scolded. Voices rising. Panic started to set in, and your chest grew tight, making you feel breathless. You buried your face into Adrian, but he still didn’t move. He didn’t shield you. He stood there limp.

“Look at us (Y/N). Look what you did to us.”

You shakily raised your head and saw them. One moment, they looked at you with hatred, but their expressions became soft, looking at you like he used to.

But soon, their faces disorientated and melted away, peeling like wallpaper off a wall. Some of them ripped it off themselves, screaming as they did so, to reveal hardwood underneath.

They writhed in pain, begging you to help, screeching in agony. But when you didn’t move, frozen in terror, they suddenly lunged at you. You pushed yourself off Adrian and shrieked, crouching to the floor, covering your ears.

You expected something to hit you, but the voices stopped, and the impact never came. But there you still crouched, trembling. Having the courage to open your eyes, you looked around, teary-eyed, and saw you were back in the coven room. A stiff hand placed itself in front of you.

You watched it carefully, turning, to see Adrian leaning down beside you, holding a spell circle that began to fade away. Taking his hand, he pulled you up.

“That wasn’t a fun game.”

“No it wasn’t.” You tried to laugh but couldn’t muster the energy to do so.

“The dance was enjoyable, however.” He told you honestly, or it sounded like honesty. You'd spent so long not hearing a single feeling that you were putting them there yourself, interpreting them.

“Yeah. Me too.” You scratched an arm.

The silence was excruciating as you looked away from him. You decided today was enough, so you kissed the tips of your fingers and placed it on his nose, something he always used to do for you to help you calm down or whenever you were scared.

“Playtime’s over Adrian.”

With those words, his eyes glowed red like they had done before. He fell limp, stood up straight, and walked back, his movement fluid, like he was floating. Once he fell behind the line, his smile formed back into a nervous grin, staring into nothing.

You stood there, looking at him, and felt hollow. This was going to be your new forever, or at least for another long while.

“See you around, my love.”

You crossed your arms over your stomach, walking away, no longer having the strength to cry anymore. As you walked down the empty hallways, your thoughts turned to plan a new pretend game for Collector.

As you staggered away from him, Adrian jolted and jerked, like he was breaking free of stone, raising an arm in your direction. He froze, sucking in a high-pitched deep breath, and fell back into place once more. For a brief moment, water fell from Adrian's eyes.

#the owl house #adrian graye #adrian graye vernworth #adrian graye vernworth x reader #adrian graye x reader #toh #toh adrian

[pesterloglog]

Jade Harley, Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Roxy Lalonde

Page 99-105

JADE: the prince’s power grows.

KARKAT: JESUS CHRIST!

JADE: i feel him resonate through the void.

KARKAT: FUCKING GREAT.

DAVE: dude can you chill for like even a single fucking second

DAVE: also are you ok

KARKAT: OH, PARDON THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR OVERREACTING A LITTLE WHEN MY GOOD FRIEND "POSSESSED JADE" BUSTS INTO MY RESPITEBLOCK AT 5 AM!

KARKAT: NEXT TIME I’LL JUST PULL THE COVERS BACK AND LET HER CLIMB IN!

JADE: i am uninterested in that scenario.

KARKAT: GREAT! POSSESSED JADE ISN’T EVEN HORNY! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

KARKAT: HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?

DAVE: yeah i may be totally misunderstanding the intricacies of "next gen technology" designed by an idiot in microshorts

DAVE: but im pretty sure i locked that door

JADE: i unlocked it with my mind.

DAVE: fuck

KARKAT: FANTASTIC.

JADE: the prince’s powers are growing, but so are mine.

KARKAT: WOW? COOL? AND YOU HAD TO COME IN HERE AT THE ASSCRACK OF THE MORNING TO TELL US THIS?

KARKAT: LIKE YOU DON’T FLOAT AROUND LIKE A CREEPY PIECE OF SHIT ALL DAY AS IT IS?

JADE: ...

KARKAT: OH, IS THAT ALL? NOTHING ELSE TO SAY?

DAVE: karkat its fine

DAVE: who cares

KARKAT: YEAH. YOU’RE RIGHT.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT LIKE WE ACTUALLY HAVE ANYTHING TO WAKE UP FOR.

KARKAT: GO BACK TO BED.

DAVE: no dude im up fuck it

DAVE: i want coffee

KARKAT: FUCK! FINE! FUCK IT.

KARKAT: I NEED TO USE THE GAPER ANYWAY.

DAVE: oh me too

KARKAT: DON’T FOLLOW ME.

ROXY: oh what up

ROXY: its a whole ass pajama party up in here

ROXY: couldnt sleep??

KARKAT: JADE WOKE US UP BY BEING CREEPY.

ROXY: oh

ROXY: jade why did u do that

KARKAT: WHAT?

KARKAT: OH SHIT, THERE SHE IS! I DIDN’T EVEN HEAR HER FOLLOW US!

ROXY: sometimes a girls just got to get her drift on i guess

ROXY: it be like that

KARKAT: I PREFERRED WHEN ALL SHE DID WAS FLOAT AROUND AND POINT AT SHIT.

KARKAT: AT LEAST THAT WAS QUIET.

DAVE: yall want coffee

ROXY: sure

KARKAT: YEAH, THANKS.

DAVE: hate to give it up to venture capitalism but this coffee is EONS better than the garbage we had on the meteor

DAVE: this ship is maybe the dumbest thing ive ever looked at but its a give and take right

ROXY: maybe u just developed a taste for it

ROXY: i used to think coffee tasted like ass but drinkin it was another thing i felt like my mom woulda done

ROXY: turns out rose drinks tea and i stockholmed my own dumb butt into liking this addictive bean juice

ROXY: well i mean who knows what she drinks now

ROXY: dirk probs tossed the coffee machine out the space window right away

ROXY: dude doesnt "believe" in "substances"

KARKAT: WHY ARE YOU UP ANYWAY?

ROXY: well i wasnt but then somebody screamed like a rooster boned a teapot and had a noisy lovechild

DAVE: yeah thats basically accurate

KARKAT: FUCK YOU.

DAVE: maybe if youre lucky

KARKAT: THAT JOKE STOPS BEING FUNNY WHEN WE’VE ACTUALLY

KARKAT: UH

KARKAT: IS THERE MILK?

ROXY: lmao

ROXY: in the fridge

DAVE: wheres kanaya

ROXY: idk

ROXY: sleepin i hope

ROXY: last time i saw her she was on the second floor

ROXY: no

ROXY: the third floor observation deck

ROXY: this place is huge

KARKAT: PLEASE.

KARKAT: IT’S MAYBE A TENTH THE SIZE OF THE METEOR.

DAVE: yeah dude but that was basically a city

DAVE: this is more like a castle

DAVE: a castle of idk

DAVE: twenty something ennui

ROXY: anybody hungry

ROXY: i was thinkin about alchemizing some pancakes

ROXY: or maybe eggs

ROXY: they all basically taste the same at the end of the day i think alchemized food is like eighty percent imagination

ROXY: but both of you barely eat and its making me anxious

DAVE: damn thanks mom

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: shit

DAVE: dad

DAVE: roxy

DAVE: fuck sorry im tired

ROXY: haha its ok

ROXY: dont worry about it

DAVE: okay but just because our relatives turned evil doesnt mean we have to act like total animals

DAVE: we can still try to respect each others identities and shit

DAVE: anyway im gonna go check on kanaya

DAVE: possessed jade dont follow me

JADE: i am fine where i am.

DAVE: cool

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #jade harley #karkat vantas #dave strider #roxy lalonde #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 99 #page 100 #page 101 #page 102 #page 103 #page 104 #page 105 #alt calliope

[leehestia]

Jealousy // sanha x reader ft. eunwoo

Pairing: sanha x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Synopsis: Sanha denies his love for Y/N, but later on realizes it through jealousy.

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity, swearing (?), dorm era

Authors note: THSI WAS REQUESTED BUT I TOTALLY LOST THE REQUEST OMG IM SO SORRY 💀 I am a dumbass and it was my first request so i didnt know how to work it🧍‍♀️

Authors note (2): i know sanha and eunwoo love each other very much and we don't know whats going on in their lives, so i just wanted to yet yall know that its not completely accurate, and that sanha may or may not be feeling this feeling towards eunwoo, but we don't know 🤷‍♀️

...

"Of course they'd hang out, they're both perfect." Sanha sighed through the phone call. "I know. But we can't do anything about it. We can't just force them to stop just for your sake." Moonbin answered. "It's just really annoying. The way Eunwoo just does everything with her these days." Sanha groaned. "Wait, don't tell me..." "What?" "Do you seriously like Y/N?" "Of course I do, she's my friend." Sanha said, confused. "No, you dumbass. As a woman." Moonbin remarked. "Oh- well I- I never really thought about it." Sanha blushed. Moonbin paused for a moment with a chuckle, "Okay then... I guess not." Moonbin shruged. "H-hyung, I'll get going, someone else is calling and it's really important... Bye!" Sanha excused

He sighed with his heart furiously beating in his chest. Liked you as a woman? Couldn't be true.

Suddenly, Sanha heard the doorbell ring. He went to open the door only to see you.

"Oh, Sanha." You smiled. "Y/N..." Sanha said with nervous excitement. "May I ask where Eunwoo is?" You said. Sanha paused, an awkward smile forming on his face as he avoids eye contact. "He's just in his room." Sanha answered before giving space for you to come in. "Thanks..." You said with a soft laugh before coming in and removing your shoes. You hung your scarf and coat on the rack, before walking towards Eunwoo's room.

Sanha just watched you by the door, looking at you with a pout. He then later closed the door and walked to his room with a sigh. He lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept hearing giggles and laughter from outside his room, your voice of fun annoying him. Sanha groaned, taking his earphones from the bedside table and plugging it into his phone, playing music. He put it on the loudest volume, and closing his eyes to fall a sleep.

But he couldn't sleep.

Whenever his eyes close, his brain is plastered with an image of you. Whenever love songs play, he imagines you and him as each lyric. It annoyed him like hell. He wanted to throw his phone on a wall. He took his earphones out, stepping out of his bed as he went outside.

There, he saw you and Eunwoo. You and Eunwoo’s perfect faces in the kitchen, sitting on the counter chairs while eating. "God, please get a room." Sanha said with an eye roll as he walked towards the kitchen. You only laughed, looking at Sanha's annoyed expression. Sanha went straight to the fridge, looking at it. He immediately took the iced coffee, closing the fridge. “Ya… what’s that in your hand?” You asked, eyeing the iced coffee. Sanha looked, and started laughing awkwardly. “You hate coffee…” Eunwoo said. “I grabbed the wrong one.” Sanha said, before going back to the fridge and putting it back, getting the banana juice. “That’s Moonbin’s.” Eunwoo pointed at the banana juice. “Oh.” Sanha put back the juice and properly looked at the fridge this time. He sighed, taking the strawberry juice. “Have fun guys.” Sanha said in a sarcastic tone, going back to his room. “What’s wrong with him?“ You asked, looking at Eunwoo. Eunwoo looked back at you with a shrug, “22 year old hormones I guess…” You gave Eunwoo a chuckle.

Sanha silently screamed into a pillow as he kicked his bed. Sanha reached for the strawberry juice on his bedside table and finished it in one go. He crumpled the box with furrowed eyebrows, and threw it in the trash can like a basketball. “SCORE!” He shouted. Realizing what he just done, he put a hand on his mouth. He sighed, and continued to scream into his pillow. “What are you doing…” Minhyuk, his roommate walked it. “Rocky hyung!” Sanha whined, kicking. “You’re like a baby, Sanha. What happened now?” Minhyuk sat beside Sanha. “I don’t want to admit it, but I’m starting to get annoyed with Eunwoo and Y/N.” Sanha pouted. Minhyuk raised an eyebrow, then suddenly gasped, “You’re jealous!” He said, pointing at Sanha. “No, why would I be?” Sanha questioned. “Because no one gives a shit about them, it’s just you. Moonbin told me about your little stutters during the phone call.” Minhyuk teased. “I did not stutter! It probably lagged!” Sanha defended. “Ey… That’s obviously jealousy, Sanha.” Minhyuk crossed his arms. “It’s not!” “Then go take a jealousy quiz to see if you are!” Minhyuk suggested. “That’s stupid.” Sanha said. “Just take it, I’m telling you, you’re so obviously jealous!”

3 minutes later, Sanha finished taking the quiz, “IM JEALOUS?” Sanha choked. “I knew it!” Minhyuk laughed. “Yah, do you like Y/N? I mean as a woman by the way.” “No!” Sanha exclaimed. “Weh… Take another quiz!” Minhyuk instructed. “What? No-“ “Take it.” Minhyuk furrowed his eyebrows.

3 minutes later once more, “WHAT? THATS NOT TRUE! THIS QUIZ CANNOT DEFINE MY FEELINGS!” Sanha shouted, pointing at his phone that he just threw on the floor. Minhyuk cackled, finding joy in Sanha’s denial. “That’s just a stupid quiz hyung! I don’t like her!” “Then you love her~” Minhyuk laughed, receiving a hit on the arm by Sanha. “Yah, let’s go test it out.” Minhyuk said, excited. He pushed Sanha out of their room and into the kitchen.

There, they both saw you and Eunwoo still eating. “Oh, Y/N, Eunwoo!” Minhyuk called out, still pushing Sanha towards the both of you. “Oh, Minhyuk. Do you want to join us?” You asked, making Eunwoo look at you confused. “Of course!” Minhyuk laughed, placing Sanha to sit beside you, then him sitting beside Eunwoo. “What were you guys talking about?” Eunwoo suddenly asked.

“Why’d you ask?” Sanha answered back. “I heard you shouting “That’s not true this quiz cannot define my feelings!”” Eunwoo mimicked Sanha with a laugh, causing Sanha to glare at him. “It’s just nothing, Rocky hyung forced me to take some personality quiz.” Sanha half-lied. It was true that the quiz was about his personality and feelings, but he left something very important about that quiz. It was about his feelings towards you. “Well I guess that personality quiz showed something you never knew about yourself.” You laughed, making Sanha blush. “Oh- Y-yeah I guess…”

…

“See you next next week guys!” Eunwoo waved. Eunwoo was going to a fashion event for two weeks in Paris, and it joyed Sanha. He wouldn’t have to see Y/N and him flirting in the kitchen or living room for two weeks. Two weeks! He was so happy that he even gave Eunwoo a goodbye gift like he would never come back.

“Thanks again Sanha for the gift, see you!” Eunwoo cupped Sanha’s cheeks, squishing them. “Okay, okay, bye bye!” Sanha grinned. Eunwoo left, shutting the door. Jinwoo clasped his hands, turning back to his room. The rest of the members did the same, except Sanha. He stood infront of the door, a big grin still on his face.

No Y/N! No Eunwoo! No flirting! No teasing! The best idea for Sanha.

The doorbell rang, and Sanha being infront of the door, he opened it.

"Sanha!" "Y/N?" Sanha said, shocked. "Why are you here? I thought you knew Eunwoo left." Sanha asked. "I know Eunwoo left, but he's not my only friend here." You smiled. "Okay..." Sanha said, awkward, "Come in... I guess..."

You gave him a smile and went in, hanging your coat and removing your shoes. "Where are your members?" You asked, going straight to the kitchen. "They're in their room." Sanha answered, following behind her.

"Well then, I'm sure they wouldn't want to be disturbed. Let's eat! Just the two of us." You smiled widely. Just the two of us. Just the two of us?! Sanha smiled back, but it was totally awkward.

"Well, what do you guys have?" You asked, opening the fridge. "Not much, we don't really stay here that much, as you know. We have rameyon though." Sanha answered. "That'll do!" You giggled. "Where is it? Is it here?" You said, trying to reach for the highest shelf. Sanha sighed, seeing you struggle.

He walked up to you, holding your shoulder for support as he reached for the rameyon. You blushed as his chest was pressed to your back, his hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist. "What kind of stupid ass would put this at the back of the shelf..." Sanha complained, finally taking ahold of the rameyon. He turned and walked to the stove, leaving you red and sheepish. "You're so young yet so tall..." You complimented to boost your self-confidence about how 'you're not short and that he's just tall'. You're neck almost gets dislocated everytime you see Sanha.

He chuckled at your compliment, starting the electric stove and adding water. You both gawkily leaned on the counter while waiting for the water to boil a little. A few minutes later, Sanha pushed himself off the counter, going to the stove to add the noodles. He stirred them around a bit, before going back beside you to lean awkwardly again. What a pain.

"What made you hang out with Eunwoo a lot these days?" Sanha asked out of the blue. You were not ready for that question. "Well, I haven't really thought about it. Do you usually need a reason to hang out with someone?" You answered with a shrug. "No, not really. Just asking." Sanha scratched his nape. He gulped for a moment, before continuing, "It's just that... you know, it used to be... us, usually..." Sanha pressed his lips together. "Oh"

There it was again. Awkwardness.

"I mean, I'm not saying you should choose me over Eunwoo, I'm just wondering that- well- I-" Sanha didn't know what to say, he just... gave up and sighed, going back to the stove to stir the noodles. He stirred for a moment, then stopping. "Do you... like me?" Sanha said, placing the fork down. "Of course I do." You answered hesitantly, not knowing what he meant. “What?” You paused for a little, analyzing what he just said. "Oh, well- Sanha I- I'm- uh- washroom." You stuttered, running away. Sanha looked back as he saw you running into the washroom. He softly smiled and giggled as opened the rameyon powder and poured it in.

...

Pure silence was the loudest thing that was going on. Pure silence.

You didn't feel like eating, as you just stared at the red soup that drowned the noodles. "Eat, Y/N." Sanha said, mouth full of noodles. You looked at Sanha who was currently sitting across you, and sighed as you gave him a nod, picking up the chopsticks.

"Sanha, would we still be friends if I was a worm?" You asked, dipping your spoon into the soup. "Sure, I guess." Sanha said. "What if I dated Eunwoo, would we still be friends?" You said abruptly.

Sanha just stared at you, his cheeks puffed and red from the spice of the noodles, and maybe because of your question. "Of course I would.” Sanha said in a low voice, stuffing himself with noodles. "But why?” You continued to question him. “Isn’t it obvious? Why would your relationship with Eunwoo affect ours?” You closed your eyes before replying, "I see.” Sanha's eyebrows were furrowed this time, his expression slowly changing. You looked up at him to see his expression of antipathy to your personal questions. You gave an awkward smile before saying, "Oh no, I think there's an misunderstanding..." You chuckled, before looking down. "Are you dating Eunwoo?” You can sense that Sanha was getting annoyed. “No.” You mumbled. “Then what?” He said. You've been going around in circles ever since you step foot in this dorm today, of course he'd be annoyed. And you were most definitely annoyed at yourself too. Asking him random questions, getting him all confused, the cause of this whole uncomfortable circus.

“Sanha I-“

"Y/N I like you." Sanha said with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, his fist balled on top of the table. Finally. This confusing story of Sanha and yours was over. Now you just had to think of a response. "Really?"

"Yes really, Y/N."

You couldn't say anything else. You just looked into his eyes with a huge blush. Sanha looked into yours too, his expression softening.

You broke eye contact and quickly stood up, turning around to look at anything but Sanha. Sanha stood up as well, and went to you. You felt his tall-self hovering behind you as you bit your lip. "Y/N, is it because you like Eunwoo and not me?" Sanha's words hit you like a strong brick. You turned around and looked at him, a pout on his face. "No..." You whispered. “It’s just that I…” “You what?” Sanha continued to look at you, until you finally gathered courage.

You went on your tiptoes and pulled him down by his collar, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You let go of Sanha and see his smile of accomplishment.

"I like you, and it’s just that Eunwoo knows this secret of mine which is why we spent a lot of time together because I wanted to get closer with you again. I’m so sorry Sanha.” You explained, still gripping onto his collar. “Okay…” Sanha said with a soft smile, making you look at him.

"Okay..." You whispered with a soft smile, before slowly letting go of his collar.

“So… you like me?” “I like you” “So we’re dating now?” Sanha asked cheekily. “If you want…” You replied. “Well, it’s what I want.” Sanha said with a smile. “Alright.” You said with a useless thumbs up. Sanha laughed at your thumbs up and took your hand. “Jealousy isn’t really a good feeling, Y/N.” Sanha pouted. “I know~ That’s why I’ll be careful now. But you also have to be careful!” You replied, feeling more comfortable now. Sanha chuckling at your expression.

“I will.” Sanha smiled.

#kpop #astro #mj #kim myungjun #jinjin #park jinwoo #moonbin #rocky #cha eunwoo #lee dongmin #park minhyuk #yoon sanha #sanha #angst with a happy ending #fluff #astro x reader #jealousy #hestia answers request #hestia loves astro

[linesfromzaun]

Teasing (Silco x Gen!Reader)

Rating: E MDNI

Tags: sexual teasing, mentions of fingering, dirty talk

A/N: MY GOD YALL WHAT IS UP!!!!!! It’s been so long and I missed writing!!! This is a lil short but to get the juices (lol) flowing again I figured why not kickstart with torturing the dilf at work. Love you guys thank you for being wonderful it’s been a rollercoaster of a month

Watching Silco work was like watching a clock tick. Every decision is precise, with pre-programmed habits that had him diligently working with no pause. No second guessing, just pure forward integrity.

He was the same outside of that office, conversations with those he didn’t plan on meeting running smoothly because his instincts. Years of learning to survive hard wiring the man you live to be effortless in achieving what he wants or needs.

You are enchanted by him, by his movements, they way he thinks, the sound of his voice, his energy. You could bask in his presence a million lifetimes snd still feel the need to consume every aspect of his being.

You love him, and he loves you. The passion that you two have is unmatched in a world of competition and hardship.

That being said, you don’t mind a time or two of causing that hard wiring to malfunction, to watch him wordlessly scramble to gain higher ground.

Teasing, something Silco just never expects, especially in his office.

You come out of your thoughts as Silco signs another sheet of paper, your eyes fixated on his hands.

Those hands, how they touch you, mend you, bend you, break you…

You stand slowly and saunter your way to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “You know what I just can’t get out of my mind, Sil?” You receive a hum in acknowledgment and your hand travels down his arm to his own palm. “Just how good it felt to have you touch me last night, how you made me feel, how sensitive I was after.” Silco’s muscles tighten in response.

“My love, I am quite—“

“I know, I just feel like I need to appreciate you more. Especially with how hard you work. You work hard to make me squirm under your touch and I feel I never say thank you enough.” You give a breathy hum and Silco’s pen drops. “It’s never left my mind how perfect those fingers are when they want to pull the highest amounts of pleasure from me. How amazing they feel inside me.”

Silco clears his throat and wipes his hands on his pants. “D-Dove I truly.”

“I know,” you give a sad little pout and his throat bobs,” I’ll leave you be. But know I’m too impatient to wait for you to be done. I promise I’ll clean my mess up for you.” You give him a peck on the cheek, his mouth open with no sound to follow.

“Love you, Silco.”

And with that, you leave the office with his heart hammering in his chest and his pants.

#silco #arcane silco #silco my beloved #silco x reader #silco fanfic #silco x female reader #silco x y/n #silco one shot #silco x gender neutral reader #silco x male reader #silco smut

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 15

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.3k

A/N: AVIATOR SIMPS COME GET YALL JUICE also I am begging for some good pickup lines/flirty lines. Please just DM them or something, pick up lines are my weak point www

A/N 2: Skull's tan line looks silly

Back to the start! Previous Next

You had finished the three volumes of Servamp that you checked out yesterday quite quickly, but it just met closing time when you checked the clock, so you were unable to go back and trade them for the next three volumes. You decided that the next morning, you’d make your way back to the library, and that’s where you’re headed.

On your way there, your tummy rumbles, and you remember that you haven’t eaten anything this morning. You check your bag, in case Milo had shoved some snacks in there again knowing you, but it seems you ate them all last time. Alright, not a problem, you could make a quick stop at a cafe or something on the way. You pull up the maps app on your phone and search. The closest one looks pretty cute, and decently taken care of, using the reviews and pictures as reference, so you begin to head there.

The name of the cafe was “Mochi-Mochi Cafe”. You hear the bell above you chime, and the pleasant smell wafts around the air. There are lots of people, this place must be a favorite among many. You spot lots of pastries near the front, and determine that this place doubles as a bakery. That sounds good for the future. You could easily drop by here before a battle in the morning, it was close enough to the Plaza. You had just intended on getting tea, coffee, or hot chocolate - anything to fill your stomach, so you think you’ll stick to that. You browse the menu and see that they have ice cream sundaes on special today. 

‘That’s probably a bad idea for in the morning, right?’

You look around, and see that it’s actually something lots of people are enjoying at their tables right now.

‘Well, Milo’s not here to stop me, so…’

You order yourself a nice sundae with all the toppings you could want. The person at the front seems a little nervous, you assume that he’s new. He’s working the cash though, so there shouldn’t be a problem. You’re sure to tell him your order slowly and wait for him to catch up, repeating the bits he missed without issue. You finally place your order and look around to find a seat. There’s only one table left, so you make your way there. You sit and look around, bored. They’ve got some cute decorations. Lots of cat-themed stuff. Lots of “make friends! Talk to the people around you!” type of signs.

‘Yeah, no thanks. I just came to eat and get back to my manga.’

Your order takes some extra time, but you don’t blame them with how busy it is. 

You thank them and begin to walk back to your seat, nearly bumping into a tall inkling, who seems to be wearing an octo tee and gold hi-horses. You didn’t want to look up, but you had to make sure it was him. No doubt about it. He goes up to the counter and you to your seat. The counter is in view of where you’re sitting, and you’re just close enough to make out his order. Which just so happens to be an ice cream sundae, just like yours. He did eat one in the manga, you shouldn’t be surprised that he likes them. He turns around, about to find himself a seat, but the cafe goes quiet after hearing a comically loud crash and a small “Carp!” From the back. A few moments of silence, excluding the footsteps of the workers going to check out what happened, then a shout of “Ice cream machine’s broken!”

It seems to not faze Skull, and he finds the only free seat across from you. He looks at you, silently asking if he can sit there. You nod, and are about to dig in. Before you do, you have to ask him why he didn’t go order something else, saying that you overheard him ordering ice cream.

“Why would I?”

“...Because the ice cream machine’s broken?”

“Oh. I guess I can’t have my sundae, then.”

“Nope.”

You both kind of look around awkwardly, you waiting for him to go order something.

“So you’re not gonna get something else?”

“I don’t want anything else.”

You want to let out an exasperated sigh, he really is airheaded.

“You know what? Here, I don’t mind ordering something else. It’s not like I was craving it anyways, it just looked good in the moment.”

You gently push the sundae with the unused spoon in it towards him, standing up out of your chair to order something new. You know how bad of a sweet tooth he has, so you figure this is your best option. He doesn’t even question it, quickly grabbing the spoon. 

‘Man, what a lovable idiot.’

You stop at the counter, ordering a handful of pastries, asking for them to put three in a to-go bag. You figure you should be kind enough to at least get your teammates something small, they can warm them up later if they want. Before you can sit back down, the cashier calls to you.

“Sorry to bug you, but did your boyfriend want something else since we can’t make him his ice cream? We can do it for free, sorry for the inconvenience!”

Uh…boyfriend?

You look back at Skull, who’s still sitting at the table, readjusting his bandanna.

“Oh! Nono, It’s not like that. I gave him mine, so we should be fine. But if it isn’t a problem, could I possibly get a gift card for this place?”

“Of course, here you go. Sorry once again!”

You wave dismissively, assuring them that it’s no big deal.

“You didn’t finish it?”

“No. It was yours. You can have the other half.”

You look at what was left of the sundae.

‘…He already ate all the good stuff on top. Thanks, but no thanks, sweetheart.’

“Don’t worry about it, you can finish it. I already ordered a couple things for myself.”

“But I feel bad now.”

“It’s alright, promise! It’s not like I’m just gonna disappear, we’ll probably see eachother again at some point.”

He doesn’t budge. Not like you can just move him, he’s a unit of a guy.

“Actually, tell you what. Next time we see eachother, I’ll probably have my teammates with me. One of them is a big fan of your skill, so how about you give them a signature. Deal?”

“Okay, sure.”

…Yet he still doesn’t move. What does he want? More sweets? Does he just wanna talk? He’s hard to read.

The bell at the front chimes, and here comes our lord and savior, our beloved:

Aviators.

He spots Skull right away, he’s certainly been searching for him for a while.

“There you are! Been lookin’ for ya, dude!”

He turns to you,

“Has he been buggin’ ya? Sorry ‘bout that. Name’s Avi, but you can call me yours, sweetheart.”

Damn. Okay then.

You lean back in your chair and raise a brow at him. Seemingly unfazed, you offer him a hand to shake.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. But you can call me,-”

He feels a note and card in his hand, and looks at it. He spots a series of digits.

“-Anytime.”

He tries to fire back, but his mind’s betraying him. 

“It’s that easy to get you speechless? Thought this was your specialty, love.”

You chuckle at how easy that was, and you shoot him a genuine smile. 

Picking up your stuff from the chair, you grab your pastries from the counter, and give half of the purple team a quick wave, before making the bell chime again.

.

.

.

Thank cod you planned on giving Skull that note, you were sure he was going to forget you, and you just wanted proof that you two had met for when you see eachother again.

Next Part

May.7.23

#splatoon manga #x reader #fanfic #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon fanart #splatoon manga skull #splatoon skull #splatoon manga aviators #splatoon aviators #splatoon manga aviators x reader #splatoon manga skull x reader #coroika x reader #coroika #skull coroika #aviatora coroika

[cryst4lwitch]

Something I’ve been thinking about and finally pushed myself to write who else cheered

This is for my bestie @bisexualstegosaurus

Some donna smut for yall

Tw: smut, marking, blood(? I guess. MINORS DNI

Lips that slowly climbed her body, that adored, that possessed, that loved, lips that left wet kisses across her exhausted body, still so sensitive to touch, so on fire, lips that were still moist from her fluids, a mouth that had drink her with such thirst and need, as if you were dying of dehydration in a desert, a tongue that had done wonders between her thighs, that just made her sing without decorum to the gods, a tongue that led her to the cosmos, out of this earth, to travel by the stars, but in reality she had only been writhing in her sheets sobbing in pleasure. Those same lips and tongue, that mouth, now worshiped her so sweetly, every little place on her body, her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her chest, her arms… slowly traveling up so slowly, soothing her, helping her recover from the overwhelming pleasure they had caused just a few minutes ago, but they also turned her on, she could feel that fire, that growing heat in her belly waking up again.

By the time your lips touched her collarbone and gently traveled up her neck, Donna was already hungry for more, she already wanted you again and from the smile she could feel against her neck you already knew it, oh you knew her so well, so perfectly, no one could ever understand her and know her like you do, she didn't want to either. You were all she ever wanted.

And then you kissed her lips, so deliciously, all languid and careless, god, you always kissed her so well, your tongue licked her lower lip and she more than happy allowed you access to her mouth, she could taste herself in your mouth, on your tongue. You moved your hand slowly down her body, playfully squeezing a breast before continuing down to its original destination.

Skillful fingers that found her wetness again, Donna knew she wouldn't be able to last long this time, it was a little embarrassing how easily and quickly you could make her cum, but you knew her body so well, you knew exactly where and how to touch her. It felt so good, she couldn't control it and you were so proud to make her come undone just like you wanted.

Your fingers played with her pussy for a while, teasing her, arousing her, while your mouth kissed her so well, her head was in the clouds, she felt so dizzy from you, she could only think of you and how well you make her feel. You you you you you. There was nothing else in her head

Your fingers teased her entrance, feeling her wetness, and then donna moaned as you entered, finally, stretching her and filling her oh so good. She wanted to take it all for you, anything you gave her.

You moved your fingers from side to side, your digits pushing her walls, hitting spots inside her as she gasped against your mouth

"do you like it?"

"Yes" was almost a whisper, so intimate between you

"Good girl"

Donna moaned, it turned her on when you called her that.

Your fingers moved in and out of her, in and out, in a slow but deep rhythm, and she could feel her juices beginning to slide from her. Your rhythm was rising little by little, your thumb joined rubbing on her clit, her insides felt like liquid fire, she moaned with pleasure when your mouth lowered to her chest and you sucked on her nipple, rolling it with your tongue gently taking turns between one breast and the other, lavishing attention

Donna sobbed, moving her hips against your hand, she could feel her getting closer and so could you, you went back to her neck and sucked on a bruise.

“This is mine” you said in her ear “all this is for me, right? You only get wet for me, so tight for me. This cunt is mine Donna, i own you, you are mine” you hissed in her ear

“Y-yes! I'm yours"

"I'm going to mark you"

"Please"

Your fingers sped up almost impossibly, fucking her deep and fast, the noises coming out of Donna's mouth and between her legs so beautiful to your ears. Just as she was about to come your teeth closed on the soft skin of her neck, biting hard, tasting the blood in your mouth and sucking on it, marking her as yours. Donna cried out in pain and pleasure, the sharp pain of your bite sending her into orgasm, she writhed and trembled in your hold as the pleasure ripped through her body and left her mind blank.

Your fingers between her legs stopped and your mouth kissed the new bite on her neck, soothing her with your tongue gently, lovingly and reverently. You pulled her close to you as she caught her breath.

She snuggled against you when she was able to move again "Does it hurt a lot?" You asked worried seeing the bloody bite on her pale neck

Donna nodded "but I like it, I like having your mark"

You nodded and brought her close to you, she was yours, always.

🫣🫣🫣 heehee

#donna beneviento #i hope it was good enough #sorry beforehand if theres any error english isnt my first language #sinning

[raspberrysmoon]

heyyyyy i did another one. no i dont know what happened or how. girl jeri fans (me) come get yalls juice

yeah so shes blinky coded now i guess idk this isnt NOT gonna get anywhere i can feel it

#starkid #hatchetfield #raspberry writes #girl jeri #bliklotep #blinky #abstinence camp

[plushii-gutz]

Heya! I heard good things about your Fallen Stars story, and I was wondering if you could give me links to all the parts? I 'preciate you ^^ 💞

Parts 1-10! Sorry about the wackass links

Expect more parts soon!

#msm #my singing monsters #fallen stars msm #fanfiction #fallen stars

[streaminn]

Yoooo!!! I did the first chapter?scene? Of the streamwenclair coffee shop au, turns out it's actually more of a juice bar, but anyhoo! Starring in todays episode(guess thats what I'll call them) are our very own streamwenclair and Jdwicked!!

Enjoy! Or not, no preasure.

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It was a dark and stormy(actually pretty sunny) night(by that, i mean noon) when our characters meet.

The crunch under his shoes was crisp, and the thirst for boba high when he walks into the shop. It seems to be a minimalist-turned-maximalist themed drink bar, serving any and everything one could think of. The windows don't show a lot of whats happening inside, but you can see everything happening outside.

He walks up to the counter and rings a little bell labled "ring for service, ;)" with an added sticky note that says "NOT THAT KIND OF SERVICE" in sparkle pen bold.

"One sec!" Is heard coming from the back, then a clatter, until finally the barista emerges from the door leading to the kitchen. From a glimps, one can see that the walls are lined with all sorts of kitchen things and bottles. "What shall it be this lovely after noon?"

"Do you serve boba, specifically mango boba? Your signs are a little confusing." The signs in question were the menu and pop up infront of the quaint cafe, the only thing on it is a non-descript drink and the sentence; "we serve everything and anything liquid! (For legal reasons, some exceptions apply)", needless to say, kind of suspicious and confusing

"Oh yeah! Of course! The exceptions are limited to any illegal substances and/or bodily fluids, boba should be easy pz! Want any special shape for the boba, or just regular old?" The young/old barista, who's name tag reads "stream", asks, inputting the order on the vintage looking register.

"Oh, i guess stars would be cool," he answers, pulling out his wallet.

"5.96, and a name for the order?"

"JD, the names JD wicked, cool huh?" Handing over the cash, he looks at the bottles lining the wall upside down with what looks like a spout attached at the lip

"Real cool, you can take a seat or just stand around while you wait, we also have some cool fan made books to read or you can write your own?" Stream says, motioning to the seats first, then an area that looks like a pickup station, and finally a half height long book shelf with vintage computors atop.

"Whoa! Thats so cool!" Amazed he goes and takes a look, reading a couple while he waits. He gets his boba and asks "Do you have anywhere i could put questions about the works?"

"Great idea! I'll make a question board tonight, do you want to write it on this sticky note for now?" Stream hands over a light blue sticky note and pen when JD accepts.

To be continued

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And that is all for todays episode! Next episodes air date is tbd, but stay tuned!

How yall think? I'm thinking of starting with not many people knowing each other so far. In my head, simp anon is a part timer at the place(still dunno what i should call it, maybe just "wenclair"?), stream is a fulltimer(maybe owner?), jdwicked has just found this place and will probably become a regular(who am i kidding, obvi gonna become a regular), writer anon is already a regular(maybe mobile orders? Maybe in store orders? I dunno yet) and the rest of the anons are tbd because i have a single braincell shared between me and my friend(who is not helping me with this).

If i have made any errors, please point them out. Also, i totally forgot ur pronouns stream 😅

Any questions will be answered by my intern, coffee intern anon(who is just me without the fake mustache)(not really gonna be answered by that pseudo, i just wanted to say i have an intern)

-coffee anon

I'm pretty sure you spelt computer wrong but other than that, looks like a pretty good short scene :)

Can't wait to see where you put the others

#Coffee anon

[emmamountebanks]

had this sitting in my drafts for a while to do. so i figure i will do this instead of my work. created by @lowonmelatonin and tagged by @wlwmages and @alwaysher hiii

favorite counselor and least favorite counselor. why?:

my favorite has been and continues to be emma from the very beginning (if my whole url and icon didn't give it away lmao) and max is a very close second. i love me a beautiful bad bitch with layers, and the soft little baby robbed of more screentime. firm believer they actually both deserved more than what they got in terms of play time.

least favorite is??? uh. it varies? i don't even hate any of them. like personality wise/in-game i'd say nick just cuz he doesn't get a whole lot of foundation. i'm also sometimes a little sour on ryan in the later chapters. i also either love jacob and want to pat his head, or hate him and want to punch his silly little face. definitely have warmed up to nick and ryan a lot though. they're all great characters.

favorite chapter and least favorite chapter. why?:

i love the beginning because im a sucker for the character building and seeing everyone just vibe together before the shit goes down. i also really like 4 for the treehouse chase scene (and because obvs its my two favorites interacting LMAO). i'd want to say 9 too just for the scrapyard segment but the more ive played the more SICK of the hackett house segments i am

least favorite..... 7 i guess. i don't hate it like a lot of people do, and i appreciate any crumbs of max screentime i can get, but its a drag. if it were split up over the chapters or something it'd be easier to digest than all at once.

favorite ship (you can pick a maximum of 3)?: 

blygbank forever. lauramax and radioheads.

biggest counselor crush:

lmao max. have u seen skyler's freckles. those eyes. those abs!!! plus max as a character is just so babygirl and sweet and squeezable

i would also love to kiss all the girlies

how would you survive the quarry?:

i would stick my finger in max's mouth so i can get bitten and immune to everything but silver.

naur but realistically its going to be by hiding my ass AWAY. i am staying away from all that drama! under the covers! although if it comes to me im a goner. i cannot laura kearney/kaitlyn ka my way out of this one.

favorite the quarry fanfic writer and fanartist:

writer: i wont lie im really bad at reading/catching up on fics but i will shout out to @iamsuperbi bc im obsessed with the until dawn quarry crossover

fanartist: @sh5 lauramax shippers come get yall juice

shoutout to some friends made in the fandom :)

@amberpriceenthusiast @stressedanime @kitkat-tat @alwaysher @wlwmages @needsmorewlw @radio-heads @04choerry @confoundedluna @nyanbinarification @not-your-bro

i am definitely forgetting some but just know if we're mutuals, u interact with my posts, etc. i love and appreciate you a lot !!

[bitchkay]

your headcanons OMG i'm obsessed with the aquia ones... do u have any for sherry and violet?

Coming right up bby♡

Violet is right here

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

God I love this woman.

I'd treat her so right😩😩

Sherry has good pussy.

Listen-

@Roy Invidia, cover your ears I will now begin spouting absolute filth about your sister. Thank you.

Sherry holding my hair back while I eat her pussy😩😩

"You're only hanging out with Sherry to get close to Roy" "No I'm hanging out with Sherry cus she wants her pussy ate bitch"

Sherry would be so responsive

She's definitely Roy's sister I'll tell you that

Sherry's so beautiful

Hold on

This a note from the unpublished court of darkness thoughts Vol. 4 in my drafts rn, I think part 5 we're not talking about how Vol. 4 is gonna have 6-7 parts

Anyway, yes.

Sherry probably has such smooth skin

I wanna see her belly button.

Roy has the most adorable belly button, I wanna see Sherrys😠

Sherry loves having you close to her kissing on her body eliciting sounds from her

She loves it

"Ahmm-! … do that again.."

Sherry's super self reliant but will allow herself to relax with you

But that doesn't mean she doesn't also love tending to you

"Let me take care of you."

I love her.

Sherry has good pussy.

I wanna finger her while making out cus she's being too loud.

Sherry sitting on your face.

69.

Sucking on each other's clit like a pacifier.

Behind those beautifully trained princessly features is a pussy addict

Sherry absolutely loves sucking your pussy

Drinking your pussy juice

She'd never deny you returning the favor either😁

she'd trap you between her thighs burying her face in a pillow to muffle her moans

But she'd always tell you to let yourself go mhm🤨 you first

"Don't, I wanna hear you."

Bumping pussies while making out.

She'd have one leg swung over your hip as you grind against each other liplocked to muffle each others moans

Your foreheads connected, nose to nose, your breathing jagged as you hump each other wanting nothing but to make each other cum

Your pussies make obscene noises as as your lips rub together lubricated with each others slick wetness

"Mmm… almost-"

I wanna be firsthand witness to Sherry's sex faces.

The way her face would twist as she cums

How she'd tuck her lip between her teeth

She'd be so beautiful♡

Her eyes rolling back as her body twitches, cumming hard against you, driven to slight overstimulation as you chase your release, getting there soon after

She'd think you look so pretty when you cum♡

Sherry would be so quick to clean you up

Grabbing a warm damp washcloth, she'd wipe down your sweat soak skin then you both go to the bathroom

Yall piss together

Sherry Invidia, I ask for your hand in marriage.💍⁉️

Please⁉️🥺

Sherry is my wife.

theres only three more characters left😔(unles someone requests someone new👀) and I'm surprised I thought yall liked him🤨 I also did two other side characters, let's see if yall can guess😋

#sherry invidia #court of darkness #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #Kay answers