#i had fun playing around with layouts with this so thank you!!!

[genacity]

⌗ halloween special! you poor thing.

cw. ꒦꒷ dom! reader x sub! ghostface! amab! character. gender neutral. dom to sub themes. breaking and entering — unrealistic scenarios. ass eating, anal fingering, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia. could be considered dubcon, but both parties do give consent. plot before porn, no specific character. not proofread.

an. ꒦꒷ happy halloween! 👻 thanks 4 tuning in… very odd layout, i know!!! but special moments call for special layouts!!! this fanfiction was originally going to be written w/ itto as ghostface, but i decided it would be better if i just let ur nasty imaginations run wild with whoever you want lmfao 🫶🏼 i kinda like the photo w the divider though!! may add it to all of my fics 🤭 sending love to all of my halloween fanatics, and to everyone who doesn’t celebrate??? pretend its the purge!!! /hj 😁 IM GETTING DISTRACTED LMAO ENJOY THE FIC!!

october 31. 9:31 pm.

snug in your favorite pair of sweatpants with a bag of candy beside you from tagging alongside your niece and some of the neighborhood kids as a chaperone to their vigorous session of trick or treating. they had roped you into the fun and torn the pillowcase off their pillows to offer you as your sweet-hauling sack for the night — you had ended up taking some girl’s pink unicorn pillowcase, in which she happily handed over with a toothless smile and a loud giggle.

safe to say, your niece began the night screaming as you had ultimately “betrayed her” for not choosing hers.

it ended up being quite fun, the roundabout, even better you had a whole two armfuls of free candy all to yourself. with your favorite halloween movies on your computer and your fairy lights illuminating your bedroom, you were sure nothing could ruin your night.

except the echo of a shatter.

“the hell…?” you murmur, pausing your movie. the sound of glass breaking downstairs catches your attention. it doesn’t sound like the usual glass cup, but more like a window or a door. “oh fuck.”

your heart skips a beat as you hear footsteps echoing through the hallway. your breath catches in your throat and you spring up to grab the nearest thing you can use as a weapon — luckily for you was a bat from your childhood. good thing you had a strong arm. or else you might as well have prayed to die from shock.

you slowly crack the door open and grip your bat, lingering outside of your door. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, eyes darting around, searching for any threat. you decide to stray a bit farther, silence following behind what was left of the echo of the intruder’s footsteps. you squeezed your eyes shut, praying it was a fat raccoon, hell, even a bear. anything that you had a chance against.

fear enveloped you like a cold blanket. quiet and frightening. you listened for a sign of anything, anyone. yet the only sound left was the remainder of trick or treaters and the few rumbling of cars down the road. your fingered trembled alongside your spine — you felt like you were going to drop onto the floor and pass out at any time.

the footsteps erupted from the darkness again. this time, they sounded closer. you turned around quickly and backed up against the closet door behind you, the sound of your labored breathing in your ears like headphones playing a song with the sound on the highest setting. you could hear yourself swallowing thickly as you looked around in raw fear, praying silently to whatever god that could hear you that the invader would think no one is home and just leave.

you finally decided to go and find the person yourself. fucking outrageous idea, yes, but if they wouldn’t leave, you’d have to make them. you forced your feet forwards and kept your head up as you made your way to the kitchen. the footsteps stopped abruptly, making you hold your breath in fear.

“who’s there?” you ask with a shaky breath. you grip the bat so hard your knuckles nearly blanched. you could feel the old wood splintering under your grasp, small pieces of wood poking into your palms. but the pain was nothing compared to the fear looming above you like a dark cloud, waiting to strike you down.

your question meets cool silence. but it only makes your shoulders tense. maybe you were just dreaming. maybe this isn’t real. thoughts swarm your head as your breathing becomes shakier, a gruff chuckle interrupts your thoughts out of the blue.

shit, shit, oh shit. your hands begin to quiver as the voice pools right next to your ear, like fear coming to greet you. you couldn’t see them, it was too dark — yet they were right on the other side of this wall. yet you couldn’t cry and give up, you had to do something. you vowed to never let anyone fuck you over, and especially not like this.

“you should never say 'who’s there?' don’t you watch scary movies?” the voice stirred. your shouldered stiffened as all of the strength in your fingers threatened to give out and drop your weapon. “it’s a death wish. might ‘s well come out now.”

you took note of where you stood. the kitchen counter was just next to the entrance of the kitchen where you currently were — maybe you could push them against it, render them immobile. anything to get you the upper hand; there was no way you could sit here, weak in the knees. weak in the knees?

you kept your mouth shut as you held the bat firmly, struggling not to let your trembling fingers give your position away, even if it was painfully obvious where you were. the stranger sighed, making you shiver — it was almost if their breath was right up against your neck, lingering by your ear. you two were mere moments away from one another, both not planning to move.

“well, if you won’t move,” they droned. “i suppose i will.”

in one quick motion, the intruder turned the corner and pinned you against the wall in which you stood, revealing the cloaked figure that has been tormenting you so calmly for the past half an hour. you screamed, nearly dropping your bat at how fast they had moved to catch you. you were frozen in fear. and you hated it.

“oh, dear.” they mused, leaning into your face. their arm was just level to your skull — where you realized they had driven a hooked blade into your wall, only inches away from your head. you could hear yourself breathing shakily as you straightened your posture, attempting to seem more menacing.

you were face to face with a mask. a long, ghostly face; one with droopy black eyes and an empty, sullen mouth shaped as if melting off the formation of its skull — the sullen feeling of distress and pain apparent in its face.

“oh, darling,” the voice behind the mask made your legs shake. “why so scared? ‘m only here to say hello.” they took your chin in their hand and tutted it in their direction.

you nearly went numb in fear as the hooded figure chuckled lowly. “so much occupied space between us — i’d rather fill it up with something more — interesting.” their fingers ghsoted your skin as they traveled up the wooden bat to the top, persuading you to let go. but as you stood, quivering in fear, they slipped the bat out of your hands and threw it to the ground with a large clatter.

“much better.” they said, the slight smirk evident in their tone. “i saw you trying to catch up to those kids you were chasing. babysitting, perhaps? i didn’t see any children around here,” the ghost-faced stranger pondered, looking around for any sight of a stubby toddler down the hallway. as soon as they were sure you weren’t someone’s parent — their attention turned back to you.

“you looked so stressed out there,” they cooed, their tone making your blood boil. “mind letting me help you out?” you gasped as the hand that was once propping your chin up slid down to grip your shoulder. “you don’t fucking know me.” you snarled. “i’ll fuck you up.”

the masked intruder laughed at your advances, making you all the angrier. “oh, how i would adore seeing you try.” they leaned in, the ghostly mask now only inches away from your face. “i bet your pretty head is full of ideas. god, now you’ve got me all excited.”

you scoffed. “i bet.” you reached out and index finger to point out the tent in their tunic. “now, will you let me handle you or not?”

this was a stupid idea — fucking some rando who just broke into your house at 9 pm on halloween? what the fuck kind of idea is that? but they were right, you were pent up — and after all of that candy, you surely weren’t going to sleep for a good few hours.

the stranger hummed, inching away from your face. “might as well. your efforts will be wasted anyway.”

you wasted no time grabbing them by the waist and flipping them around, slamming their back into the wall. you felt down their body as the cloaked one gasped, your hands trailing from their hips to their inner thigh as you hoisted the material up.

“no underwear, hm?” you said as you were met immediately with the burglar’s hard cock. they chuckled breathily as you made quick work of your hands, wrapping them around their dick as you stroked them up and down. “so b-boring,” the masked thief stuttered. “c’mon, hurry up and get to the good part.”

you rolled your eyes — what a needy whore. “shut up ‘n take what i give you. either that or i can call the cops.” they sigh shakily as you speed up your pace, thumbing their dripping tip as the invader’s breaths get more erratic. their fingers dig into the wall behind them, feeling around for some type of leverage good enough to keep them stable. little whines slipped from their lips as they bucked into your hand, making you laugh and push away.

“you’re so easy,” you tease, watching as the person behind the mask whimpered and turned their head to look at you. “and here you were, talking so fucking big. i should just leave your sorry ass here and call the police.”

they sucked their teeth as you dipped down onto your knees. “oh? are you giving up?” you scoffed as you prodded at their slightly shaky knees. “hold up your fucking shit and shut up and turn around. i want to get this done quickly before something else gets into my house through whatever entry you got in from.” you pushed the bottom half of the tunic into their hands as they turned sheepishly to face the wall. “why?”

“you said “get to the good part”. so i am. are you questioning me?” you asked. the person shook their head slowly as you nodded. “good. now stay still.”

your hands gripped the back of their thighs as you pushed your head in between their ass. they yelped, your hot breath against their fluttering hole making them shiver. “wait, what are you doing down — fuck!”

they gasped loudly as your tongue began to lap slowly at their rim, hands spreading their asscheeks apart to gain better access. your tongue worked skillfully around their hole, making the anonymous criminal drop their costume and push their hands into the wall.

“the hell did i say?” the stranger whined at your tone. “i — i don’t — i don’t know!” they sniffled, making you tsk at their pathetic pleads. your head swam freely with ideas of what you’d do to them for punishment — but you didn’t have anything on you. so a nice spank would suffice.

you lifted your hand from their ass and brought it back down forcefully, causing the cloaked person to sob (and arch their back a lil too 😏). “i just said it a few minutes ago. hold up your fucking shit.” you demanded. their left hand moved quickly to hold up the bottom of their tunic again. once they felt your sigh on approval against their hole again, they sniffled and squeezed their eyes shut under the mask as you continued to ravage their ass.

from sheepish whimpers to loud moans, this poor puppy was proven to be all bark and absolutely no bite. “even beneath a mask, you’re still just a little bitch.” you laughed meanly against their hole as your fingers roamed from spreading their ass to accompanying your tongue by their rim. “i — i uhm — fuck, i—” they squealed, the feeling of your fingertips lingering against their wet hole making their legs quiver. “wait, no, are you gonna — i can’t, ‘m gonna cum!”

you snickered again as your tongue pushed through their barrier just a bit, milking another shocked whine from their mouth. “i think you can handle it, don’t you think? it’ll feel even better than just my mouth.” you broke away from their leaking ass as shaky breaths followed your words. your heart skipped an extra beat as you saw their head completely crashed downwards, staring at the space in between their legs. the masked stranger let out a quivering exhale as they nodded weakly. “i want it in. put your finger in me. please?”

and that was all of the clearance you needed. you pressed your face back into their ass as you continued to eat it out. your fingers pushed through the crowd underneath as you slowly eased it in beside your tongue. “fu — fuck!” they moaned, throwing their head back as their fingers gripped around the black material of their robe. “good, good — more, please, want you deeper!”

“‘m sorry for breaking in — s-so good — i uhm, i jus’ — fuck..!” you ignored how awful that first part sounded as you quickened your pace and thrusted your finger inside of the ghost-masked intruder, feeling them slipping from their position as their back arched further into you. you could tell they were about to cum. legs shaking, knees buckling — all of the signs stuck out like a bright lantern in the dead of night.

if it wasn’t halloween and kids weren’t still yelling outside, the way this bitch moaned surely would have gotten the cops called for you. “please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum — wanna cum for you, all for you, jus’ please don’t stop fuckin’ me!”

even if you were lockjawed and your wrist was about to give out, you sped up your pace just to hear those pathetic squeals and pleas — they would be of your name. if your poor puppy knew it in the first place. “can i cum? please lemme cum! so close, i’m so fuckin’ close!” you sighed into their hole, making them shiver once again. “fine. but only because you asked nicely.”

all they needed was “fine” — not like they could hear anything else. they were far too busy screaming and nutting all over your fucking wall to hear what else you had to say. hell, the damn bitch came so much you might as well paint your wall white!!! 🙄 their last spurts of cum shot out all over your floor as their legs finally gave out on them, causing them to drop to their knees and sink onto the ground. you came up behind them and pulled them up onto you so that they leaned against you on the floor.

“so, stranger,” you inquired softly and slowly so that their mushy brain could comprehend your words. “what should i call you?”

they looked up through the falling eyes of the ghostly mask that covered their face.

“ghostface. you — you can call me ghostface.”

THE SMUT WAS SO RUSHED OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH WORSE THAN I WANTED IT TO I’M GONNA

ok hapy halloween

#@ genacity ☆ #dom reader #sub character #was written with no character in mind in particular #sub male #sub ghostface #msub #sub male character #genshin x reader smut #sub genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #sub smut #dom reader smut #sub character smut #sub gn

[tally-ace]

So one of my all-time favorite ways to play through botw is without teleporting. I adore the additional challenge it brings and it adds a certain level of planning ahead and requires you to become familiar with the layout of the world and locations of things.

I've been upset to find out through testing that a TRUE teleport-less run of totk is impossible thanks to the tutorial island. So I have yet to try a "partial" one to see if it's still as fun as in botw.

(EDIT: I've heard conflicting things saying it's possible to get to the fourth tutorial shrine without teleporting? I haven't tried it myself but when I say true run I also mean without exploits. If you need to do some precise exploit of the game to make a run like that work, it isn't really that fun for me anymore. I'll attempt a teleport-less tutorial island one day so we'll see)

I have, however, found a fun way to play totk through accident on my second playthrough.

In botw, it is impossible to finish all 120 shrines without completing each of the four divine beasts. That's because there are exactly 4 shrines (1 in each region) that only become available after completing a shrine quest that does not unlock until after the respected divine beast is cleared.

(EDIT: Correction, there are exactly 2 shrines that are inaccessible without the completion of their respected divine beast. So all the shrines in the game can be completed with the minimum completion of 2 divine beasts. These shrines are the warbler's nest shrine in rito and the sand seal race shrine in gerudo. I mistakenly believed an npc for a shrine in goron did not spawn until after rudania and that the ceremonial trident did not spawn until after ruta (my searching skills are abyssmal and I missed both those things on my playthroughs prior to the beasts lol))

In totk, NONE of the shrines are dependent on the completion of a dungeon to access. All save for ONE SINGLE QUEST in Eldin that requires Yunobo's sage ability to access the shrine.

AND through the heart container granted after completing the tutorial, the heart containers granted after completion of the rito, gerudo, zora, and goron dungeons, and choosing the heart container granted by the bargainer statue beneath the great plateau... You can unlock the door to the underground dungeon without spending a single spirit orb.

Meaning that the only required story progression beats in totk to witness 80% of the (non-flashback) cutscenes with link as a silly little fucked up beast is getting the paraglider and getting up to the point in the goron story line to have Yunobo as a companion. Also meaning that every dungeon in totk can be completed without spending spirit orbs beyond the tutorial.

Playing through totk on a mission to get every shrine without upgrading health or stamina ONCE is more fun than I ever thought it would be. I had a BLAST. As someone who thinks the building mechanic is neat, but not really made for me, it made me interact with a mechanic that I never really enjoyed and find something to appreciate about it.

I also added the challenge of NOT upgrading my battery charge at all, which I would recommend if you're really wanting to make the game a bit harder.

AND it has the added bonus of Ancient Link staring into everyone's soul in every single cutscene.

So get out there and run around as a little beastie.

#tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #i mean the games been out for 6 months

[gargoyleandgremlinpress]

My final Fanfic Writers' Appreciation Day package has been delivered! Ten Prides in Portland by Leiascully and Simple Machines by coffeesuperhero continue the Leverage OT3 theme I've got going on this year. The fic aren't necessarily a series, but are thematically connected, and also the authors are married to each other. (It happens! My wife and I met writing Due South and Hard Core Logo fanfic lo these many years ago!)

There are some similar things I adore about both these fics. I love the sort of playing with structure in both of them, and watching the characters evolve, and also, seeing the queer community in all of its heartfelt messy occasionally infuriating glory. I also adore the thoughtful Eliot character exploration.

First off, Ten Prides in Portland! What it says on the tin. Ten years post-series at a certain brewpub in Portland, as Elliott finds queer community and figures himself out. This book is the reason I now have rainbow ribbon for bookmarks. As you can see, I went so very literal with this one. Homemade book cloth, acrylic paint, and cardstock endpapers printed with a map of Portland.

I had way too much fun with the layout on this one! It was an easy theme to lean into.

Eliot navigates a relationship with two people he loves, runs a restaurant, and figures himself out. I love the character dynamics, the cast of queer characters, and the way the second fic in the series is structured around brewpub menu items. The titles are from the iconic Mary Oliver poem Wild Geese, which is where the bird theme comes from. I used a really lovely fancy liquid mirror silver paint for the geese on the cover, which is gorgeous in person but hard to photograph.

More geese! Some menu formatting! Also, a food-themed illustration at the beginning of each chapter to match the menu item. (Thank you, stock images on The Noun Project.) This was another fun one to play with.

Not pictured here for either book: the insurmountable printer issue I was having where any page with an illustration turned out extra-dark, and the flip side was correspondingly lighter. BUT. I'm still pretty pleased with how they both turned out, happy to have both of these on my shelf, and even happier to send them off in a set together to the authors' hands.

Happy slightly belated FFWAD, Leiascully and Coffeesuperhero!

#fanbinding #ficbinding #ffwad 2023 #fanfic writers appreciation day #renegade loves fic #leverage fic #leverage ot3 #eliot/parker/hardison #operation: give queer characters queer community #ten prides in portland #leiascully #simple machines series #coffeesuperhero #just another really elaborate fic rec

[scvrmqueen]

Oooooo your requests are open <: I was wondering, how do you think Danny would react to another killer going after reader? Like, in a scenario where another killer has reader cornered?

Hi @mamamemequeen, thank you so much for your request! I love this idea! I hope this is okay!  ♡ 

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Headcanons & one-shot.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Danny Johnson x reader.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — Blood, gore, stalking, Danny being Danny

Danny is possessive - when he chooses a victim, he is all in.

This man literally spends weeks stalking you. That's weeks of hiding in the shadows learning your routine, taking detailed notes of the layout of your apartment, and crafting the perfect demise.

Not to mention, his sleep schedule is decimated thanks to you. Every waking hour that he isn't running around playing 'Jed Olsen' he's watching you. His pretty little muse.

So, you can imagine that he isn't pleased to find another killer taking up your time. I mean, what are the chances? He's almost a little jealous.

Danny may be calculated when it comes to the hunt, but he is a petulant child when his plans are altered.

Anyone who tries to hurt you has a major death wish. Danny won't let some amateur take what's his.

After all, you're his obsession.

The night had devolved into a fit of madness quicker than you could comprehend. One moment you were leaving work, the humid Florida air clinging to your skin. The next, you were pressed against the rough brick of a secluded alley - a steel blade digging into your neck. Rancid breath enveloped your senses, a demented chuckle escaping the lips hovering above your own.

"No one's gonna hear you scream," the man said, his free hand gliding up the exposed flesh of your thigh. Tears stained your flushed cheeks with the realization of your impending demise. The knife parted from your neck, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he raised it high above you, prepared to feel it slice through your flesh.

But the killing blow never came.

Something warm and wet splattered against your face, your eyes flying open in shock. The man's lifeless gaze greeted you, a knife protruding straight through his neck. The blade was ripped away, his corpse tossed away by the firm grasp of your savior.

Perhaps savior was too generous.

Standing before you was a figure shrouded in black, his face concealed by a theatric white mask. A strained gasp escaped your lips as you recalled the headline in the morning paper depicting the same plastic scream.

"Ghost face," you whispered in disbelief. What were the chances that you escaped the clutches of one demented psychopath only to be thrown to another?

"Very good, bunny," he commended with a mocking lilt. You recognized that alluring voice from the phone calls you had received earlier in the week. "You look so pretty covered in blood."

He stepped forward, his lithe figure towering above you as you attempted to press yourself further against the wall. You whimpered as he leaned down, his knife staining the curves of your jaw crimson.

"You're going to kill me," your voice trembled. Though intended as a question, you were far too aware of the Ghost Face's reputation to suspect an alterative outcome.

"Oh, of course I'm going to kill you doll face," the blade rested under your chin, forcing you to gaze into the black abyss encompassing his eyes. "But not yet. See, our fun has only just started. I just had to make sure no one else took what was mine."

#ghostface dbd #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x you #slasher fic #slasher headcanons #slasher x you #slasher x reader #writing requests

[thebadgerclan]

The Panther and The Fox

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Requested by @imabee-oralizard 

Summary: Sturmhond needs a job done...

Few things were certain in Ketterdam, but one thing was: when Sturmhond came to town, your life was about to get a lot more interesting.  You’d been in the common area of the Slat, helping Inej clean her blades, when Kaz had entered, the privateer trailing behind him.  “New job,” Kaz called, getting everyone’s attention.  “N–Sturmhond has requested our assistance.”

“What exactly will we be assisting with?” Jesper asked from his seat on the couch, his arm draped across Wylan’s shoulders.  Sturmhond stepped forward, clearing his throat.  “A rather large and valuable sapphire has been lifted from the vaults in Os Alta.  Rumor has it that it’s found its way here.  I was enlisted to find the gem and bring it home, and I found myself thinking ‘who in Ketterdam could help me?’”

“And we’re what you came up with?” you asked, drawing Sturmhond’s attention.  “Well,” the privateer replied.  “Your boss once helped me lift nearly 1 ton of titanium from a heavily guarded shipyard, I’d say finding and lifting a sapphire is within your skillset.  And might I ask…”  Sturmhond moved to stand before you, taking your hand in his.  “What a stunningly beautiful woman such as yourself is doing in the Barrel?”

It seemed Sturmhond wasn’t beating around the bush.  You pulled your hand back, setting Inej’s knife on the table.  “The same as everyone here: trying to survive.  And it’s pretty bold for a pirate to question me, don’t you think?”  You rose from your seat and made your way upstairs to gather what you’d need for the job, and as you left, you heard Sturmhond mutter, “privateer!” under his breath.

***

This was what the Crows did best: plotting and scheming.  The six of you–Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Sturmhond, and yourself–stood around the table, papers and blueprints covering the surface.  You pointed to one of the portraits, Ericson Hills, a young and inexperienced mercher.  “He’s been bragging about a ‘new acquisition’ straight from Os Alta,” you explained.  “Saying that he wants to give it to his new lady friend, but it’s ‘too gaudy’ and ‘likely to be stolen by some Barrel rats’.”

Sturmhond nodded.  “So you’re not just a pretty face,” he said with a smirk.  “But sharp as a tack, too.”  It was almost painful how obvious he was being, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t give you butterflies.  It was Sturmhond for Ghezen’s sake, the world renowned privateer. And thanks to Kaz, you knew that he was indeed King Nikolai.  But watching his flirt and flounder was too fun, so you decided to let it play out for a bit longer.

“You know what else is sharp, sailor boy?” you quipped.  “The daggers I keep up my sleeves.  Pray you don’t get the chance to see them.”  Your words were harsh, but you said them with a smirk, so Sturmhond knew the chase was still on.  Kaz obnoxiously cleared his throat, rolling his eyes at you.  “Now, the plan:  Inej will stake out Hills’ manor, learn the guards' routes.  Wylan will make a few flash bombs, and Jesper will be on scene in case of any trouble.

“Once the coast is clear, Inej will get Y/N inside.  Y/N will find the sapphire and replace it with a decoy.  With any luck, we’ll be in and out with no trouble.”  “I’m sorry,” Sturmhond said.  “I thought Inej was the stealthy one?”  Jesper laughed.  “There’s a reason they call Y/N The Panther.  She’s quick, nimble, eerily silent.  And she’s got a knack for memorization.”

It was true.  If you were handed a layout or blueprint, you could memorize it in 10 minutes.  Yes, Inej was a good spider, silent and quick, but no one had your talent for memory.  Sturmhond looked at you, just now realizing your choice of attire.  You wore an ensemble of black leather, the garments skin tight and form fitting.  Your hair was braided back, and your daggers were now plainly visible.

“I didn’t know panthers wore leather,” he said, and you tsked, crossing your arms.  “And I didn’t know foxes wore teal.”  Sturmhond couldn’t hold back his laughter.  Saints, she’s perfect, he thought, but before he could say anything more, you and Inej had left the room.  “A little advice,” Jesper said, clapping the privateer on the shoulder.  “Teasing will only get you so far with Y/N.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sturmhond replied, feeling the flush creep up his neck.  “Sure, man,” Jesper said, winking as he turned to leave.  Kaz was the only one left in the room, and he said nothing as he cleaned the papers from the table.  “Let’s talk payment, shall we?” he said a few moments later.  Sturmhond nodded.  “I can approximate the value of the sapphire and pay you in cash.”  Kaz nodded.  “Reasonable.  You can’t be seen at Hills’ manor, this job can’t be tied back to Ravka.”  The privateer nodded.  “Understood.  I’ll wait on the Volkvolny then?”

Kaz shrugged.  “If you want.  It’s Y/N making the drop, by the way, so I’d work out what you want to say to her before she shows up.”  “W-what are you talking about?”  “Please, Sturmhond.  You’re a smart man, surely you’ve seen the way she looks at you?”  Sturmhond balked.  “I…what?”  Kaz sighed.  “She likes you, privateer, it’s obvious.”  “How is it obvious?”

“Well, for starters, she’d have castrated anyone else who called her ‘more than a pretty face’, regardless if it was meant to be flirtatious.  Second, I saw how she was looking at you.  She wants you.”  “How…” Sturmhond was speechless, for quite possibly the first time in his life.  “How do you know that?”  “Because,” Kaz said, leaning on his cane as he stood.  “It’s the same way you look at her.  And don’t go getting any ideas, privateer.  I assess, I analyze, it’s nothing personal.  Now let’s go.”  As Sturmhond left the room, he thought he heard Kaz whisper something under his breath. “I know because it’s how I look at Inej.”

***

The job took an hour and a half, but to Sturmhond, it felt infinite.  He stood on the deck, pacing back and forth, anxiously waiting for you to appear.  Not just so he’d have the sapphire, but so he could see you, talk to you.  All night he’d been thinking about what to say, how to phrase it so he didn’t sound like an ass.  

You’re so beautiful, please don’t hate me.  I know we’ve only known each other for an hour, but I think I love you.  Do you want to come to Ravka and be my Queen?  Yeah, the last option was definitely too much.  Just when Sturmhond was about to go below decks, a shadow appeared on the railing.

“Y/N?” he whispered, and the shadow moved closer.  You pulled back your hood and held out your hand, the sapphire glinting in the moonlight.  “Kaz will be expecting your payment in one week’s time,” you said, and Sturmhond nodded.  “Thank you,” he replied, taking the jewel.  “My country is once more in your debt.”

You were silent for a moment before speaking.  “You asked me earlier what someone like me was doing in the Barrell.”  “I did, and I apologize, if-”  “But what’s someone like you doing masquerading as a privateer?”  Sturmhond cocked his head.  “What do you mean, lovely?”  “I mean, what in Ghezen’s name is the Ravkan King doing sailing to Ketterdam when he could easily hire someone to do it for him?”

“I… that’s…”  “I already know,” you said.  “And I have no plans on telling anyone.”  Nikolai sighed.  “Thank you.  And I am sorry, for what I said earlier.  I should have been more tactful, and-”  “Why are you sorry?”  Nikolai was officially at a loss for words.  “I…”  “You’re cute, Latsov,” you said, and Nikolai was sure he’d died and gone to heaven.  “I wouldn’t let just anyone call me ‘a pretty face’.  So…there’s a spot on East Stave that serves the best waffles in the city, if you’re interested?”

A smile broke out on his face.  “Are you asking me on a date?”  You looked over your shoulder at him as you walked away.  “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.  But you’re paying, privateer.”  Nikolai followed you off of the ship, and once you were side by side, he reached out and took your hand.  And when you squeezed his hand, looking at him with a soft smile, he knew for sure: he was a goner.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone reader insert #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone

[misslavenderlady]

Hi! If it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly request a fic? One where the reader has too much energy, so the boys try to exhaust them so they’ll go to sleep, such as chasing them around the cave before they finally result to hypnosis. Just a thought, no pressure if you can’t ^^ Thank you

Bedtime🥱

David/Marko/Paul/Dwayne/GN!Reader

Summary: David and the boys have been struggling to get you to wind down and rest for when the daytime comes. After some playful shenanigans, he decides to use his power to help you relax and get the rest you need.

Thank you @anxiouslittleweirdkid for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Hypnosis

The Lost Boys lived by the motto of “sleep all day, party all night”. Being that they were nocturnal vampires, they took that saying to heart. The four of them would rest all hours of daylight in order to go crazy when the moon came up. You were all about that lifestyle, and wholeheartedly embraced it when you joined their little family. It warmed their undead hearts to see you so eager to play along with them.  

Still, just because you were a human didn’t mean you didn’t have the ability to wear them out. You were high-energy and could get quite hyper when you were enthusiastic about having some fun. That didn’t bother them, of course. Having a cute little lover that could keep up with them was a nice addition.  

The problem was that you were still human, and humans needed sleep just as much as they did. In fact, you needed it more. It was just tricky getting you to settle down for bedtime when dawn started approaching.  

“C’mon, baby. You gotta wind down at some point,” Dwayne called to you, clearly worn out by your antics.  

“Aww no way! The night is still young!”

“Darling, the night is old,” David scolded you, snuffing out his last cigarette for the night. “It’s not even night anymore. It’s morning.” 

You pouted, turning your head to look away from the cave entrance. If you didn’t watch the approaching daylight, you could still pretend it was nighttime.  

“So?” 

“Sooooo,” Paul chimed in, leaning on you as you sat perched on the fountain. “The party is over. We gotta getcha tucked in so we can play again tomorrow!” 

Now you weren’t just feeling pouty about the idea of stopping your playtime with the boys. You were feeling downright defiant. With a pout and a newfound attitude, you jumped up from your spot. The boys watched you carefully, mentally preparing for whatever mischief you were going to get into.  

“I’m not going to bed and you can't make me!" 

You took off, sprinting in the opposite direction to the boys in order to disappear down one of the cave corridors. 

"We got a runner!" Marko yelled, taking off with Paul and Dwayne in order to go after you. The three vampires howled and snickered. Even in moments of mischief, they always had fun with a good chase. 

You were caught in a fit of giggles as you put quite a bit of distance between yourself and the others. Getting to know the layout of the cave was going in your favor, and soon you were able to find the perfect hiding spot behind a hidden boulder. You allowed your pounding heart to slow down as you took some deep breaths. The calmer you were, the easier it would be to hide.  

It was quiet. Just a few sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling. It brought you relief and satisfaction. You had successfully evaded the boys and put off sleep a little longer.

Or so you thought.

“There you are." 

You shrieked out in surprise, head quickly turning to see David standing mere inches away behind you. Figured that the leader who had mastered the art of hunting in the shadows would be able to catch up to you with no effort at all. 

When your shock wore off, you moved to start your run again. Unfortunately, David was much faster, swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. They held you in place as if they were iron chains. 

"Ah ah ah," he tutted. "No wiggling, sweetheart. I caught you, and that means you're going to bed."

Despite the playful mood all of you had been in, you had a sense of sincerity when David shifted you around so you could face him. Seeing his stunning blue eyes watching you carefully made you feel rather bashful. 

"To be perfectly honest….it's not just that I don't want to go to sleep….I can't go to sleep. I've been tossing and turning and struggling to stay asleep for a decent amount of time. I don't know what's wrong."

David was intrigued. Your fight with sleep was stronger than he originally thought. In his eyes, you were his responsibility. He couldn’t have his adorable little human love go without rest when they needed it. He knew just what to do to fix this little problem. 

“Darling,” he cooed, gently tilting your chin so your eyes would meet his again. “I have a trick up my sleeve to make you sleepy enough to go to bed. Do you trust me?” 

While the vampire boy could certainly be intimidating and mischievous when it came to using his powers, there was never a moment when you didn’t trust him. With a soft look of love on your face, you nodded as an answer. 

"Then keep your eyes on me."

David's voice warped into something darker and inhuman as his eyes shifted in color before you. Warm swirls of red and yellow greeted you, beckoning you to watch closely. The more you stared at them, the more you felt yourself come undone. 

All of your muscles relaxed, your heartbeat slowed down, and your breathing became much more steady. David was already working his magic on you even with just a small bit of his powers. With his hands carefully cupping your face, he spoke to you again. 

"Just relax now, my dear. You're oh so tired. Don't fight it. You know you're so very sleepy~" 

Just moments ago you felt like bouncing off the walls. Now your eyelids were growing heavy and your brain was going fuzzy. It made David feel quite smug to see you already drifting away. 

"Playtime is over, little one. You can feel your energy slipping away. You'll have the sweetest dreams when daylight comes. Just close your eyes and let your body rest. You can do that for me, can't you~?" 

A soft yawn poured from your mouth as David's power completely took over. Even if you wanted to fight it, you couldn't. You were far too tired and ready to finally go to bed. You mindlessly rubbed your eyes and nuzzled up against David. All you wanted now was to let him take care of you. 

He certainly didn't waste time with you now that you were under his spell. 

David lifted you up into his arms, letting you drift off as he carried you back to where your nest was. The bed with the massive pile of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals was all ready for you. You felt David carefully set you down, letting you get as cozy as you wanted. A dopey smile was stuck on your face as he pulled a blanket over your body. 

"There you are, little one," David smiled, brushing a gloved hand over your face. "Now you stay here until the sun goes down tomorrow night. Get all the rest you want. The boys and I will be here to greet you when you wake. Sound good?"

You had the sweetest little smile on your face as you snuggled up in bed. It had been ages since you'd been so relaxed and ready for a good, long rest. With a soft nod, you let your eyes shut and your mind slip off into Dreamland. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was David kissing your forehead and whispering into your ear. 

"Sweet dreams, my love." 

@american-idiot-jpg @britany1997 @bloodywickedvamp @6lostgirl6

#the lost boys #tlb #writing request #my fic

[gladlypants]

Hey! I uploaded a ton of lots to the gallery today (id: gladlypants) Some were recent builds I was doing while I was waiting for GT, some I just furnished today, some I built last summer before HSY released and forgot about, and then vault Cleo’s grandparents’ house. I had a lot of fun practicing building over the last few weeks!  :) 

It’ll take me a bit to get all of these tray files up, will have to go back and take interior screenshots and all that. There are names of each and short descriptions under the cut, numbered like the screenshots, cuz I just felt like talking about em, and gallery images suck. I’ve playtested most of these at some point, except Charles E. Cheese’s, the shells, and the Batchelder house.

Lmk if you want any of these now for your new pack gameplay and I’ll shoot you a temporary dl.

1. Charles E. Cheese’s - Heavily branded for the feline version of Chuck, Charles! It’s a restaurant and I haven’t playtested it, sorryyyy, but I don’t foresee any issues. There’s a pizza vendor kiosk inside too if you want to change the lot type or have typical Dine Out problems. Intended as a kind of party space for kids. The upstairs feels a little chaotic to me but maybe not idk. ♥

2. Raymond’s Noodles - A little local noodle restaurant I built for a sim named Raymond I was playing in a recent rotation save. It’s small and cute. ♥

3. The Schneider House - a big ol’ traditional style Windenburg house. I was also playing a household on this lot, and I really loved it!

4. Batchelder Craftsman - I love the style of this house. Named for Batchelder tiles, which I am pretending this one has throughout! (reference)

5. Gray 2 Story Craftsman - The household I played the most in my rotation lived in this house and I love the layout, so it’s probably my favorite of the Craftsman shells I built, even if it is a little plain looking on the outside. It has an awesome, huge main bedroom suite! 

6. Green Family Craftsman - f*ck those rooves. This one has a a sunroom and a bedroom for grandparents/stay-overs. (reference)

7. Blue Craftsman - Built this one like a house my sister-in-law lived in here for a long time, it’s a common style and layout in older neighborhoods where I live.

8. Black Victorian Shell - It’s supposed to a small detached row house. I built it with the idea of using it for renting to roommates but you can use it however you like obviously.

9. Cleo’s Grandparents’ House - a desert mcm! Still has the camper in the yard that Cleo + Devon lived in before they got locked in the vault.

10. Single Mom House - I built this for one of my gallery households, who is a single mother and teenage daughter. It’s a little shabby, with some craftsman features and some Hispanic decor for them.

11. The LaFollette House - also built for one of my gallery families, a single military dad and his two daughters. I intended this one to be the same as the Single Mom house, but remodeled to be more modern and spacious.

12. The Gilbert House - for a gallery household, it’s a little retro inside!

13. Split Level Family Home - also for a gallery household, this one has very feminine style decor, except for one of the bedrooms for a teen, and a huge unfinished basement (just walls.) 

^^ Also this “Colorful Craftsman Shell” that I forgot about and don’t think I’ll get around to furnishing/finishing it anytime soon. It has a bonus attic room. You’ll need to move the back door, place it on a bigger lot, or lower the foundation because I didn’t leave space for steps there. 

And a big modern “apartment building” with one furnished unit and a gym and indoor pool downstairs, which is kind of unfinished but idk if I’ll get back to it.

Sorry for the wall of text, thank you if you read it all. ♥ 

#ts4 #the sims 4 #my builds dl #my cc dl #it's not cc and none of them have cc but that is the tag ok

[eddieslov3]

Steddie Smut

Steddie Version of my Cute Little Uniform steve x reader short fic

Eddie makes fun of him in the scoops uniform, steve makes them put it on and fucks him senseless in it.

Sub steve top Eddie filthy smut trans masc Eddie cw: eddies genitals described as Pussy, Dick and cunt probably I can't decide yet lol also oral and p in v, Eddie and Steve are switches I guess

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Eddie had just finished his shift in the cinema and craved ice cream, so that's where he went. Since he had it down really bad for one of the employees it was more than a win win.

Walking out the cinema he subconsciously fixed hair and shirt. More than glad that the cinema let you guys wear whatever as long as it was black and the guys put on the vest that is actually the whole uniform. No problem for the metalhead, his while wardrobe consisted of black shirts.

On the way Eddie encounters loads of know faces, they make a sport out of whispering. "You know, you guys suck at whispering" he says and laughes when he gets called satanist and demon. He flips them the finger and continues to go his way, unbothered.

Some people just fucking suck and Eddie could sing songs about it. He actually does, one of their songs is specifically about stupid idiots. Its also called stupid idiots.

He passes a few gossiping cheerleaders, hearing who apparently was the towns bicycle, he scoffed and rubbed his nose. Soon the scent of freshly made waffles and ice cream comes made his mouth water. Along with something else. Munson, get your head in the game. He shook himself before entering the ice cream parlor.

Scoop's Ahoy was a lovely and well lit place. Looking around you notice the bananas hanging on the doorframe that probably allows the employees to access the break or storage room. From what Eddie had heard and seen it must have been the break room.

The bell in the front rings, making Eddie turn his head to look that way.

Steve's face was stuck in an unamused grin, trying to upkeep the friendliness. But he could tell that Steve needed some help. The group of young girls semmed to be abusing the companion policy of tasting the ice cream before buying. When he saw the Sinclair girl he laughed, he'd played dnd with her a few times. "Hey Nerd" she greeted Eddie.

Quietly he waved at her and she widened her eyes. "Erica I think you we're about to go to claires, they just put up a four for two sign~" Eddie basically sang and smiled widely. Of course she nodded and left the shop with all of her friends.

"Thank you" someone sighedbehind the counter, ruffling his hair smiling at Eddie, clearly relieved. Of course Eddie knew who it was, gazes finally meeting. "She is smart, very smart..and you're too kind sometimes." He fixed his hat and smiled a little forced. That's when Eddie decided to make his day.. well worse or better. And shoot his shot finally.

"You know Harrington that little outfit really brings out your eyes" he cooed, grinning like the brat he loved to be. Especially if that meant getting laid by Steve Harrington. he might even be flirting a little bit, but ofc he'd never admit to that to be honest. He growled lowly. "Don't say that. You know how much I hate the hat." he said trying to fix his hat. "It ruins my best feature." He argued. Just making you smile widely.

"Anyway Harrington, I'd like to order one scoop of chocolate chip" you said, scanning the layout of the different ice cream flavours. "Ah, I'm sorry that was all eaten by those little monsters, you better go for… salted caramel" he suggested, knowing Eddie liked that flavor, as he'd ordered it the last time.

"Okay then that.. I actually love that one a lot." Eddie hated to admit that Harrington was right but.. steve was so handsome that he'd almost forgotten his plan.

His eyes were soft whereas his expression was a little mad. "You're still gonna pay for this.." he murmured while scooping your ball of ice cream flawlessly. Steve handed Eddie the cone and their fingers inevitably touched, sending chills down Eddies spine.

Eddie Munson was no idiot, so he acted like he hadn't heard him, sticking his tongue out at him. "You're gonna regret that" Eddie cooedsweetly winking at Steve.

Since he did work in the mall too, he had no shame in walking behind the counter. He had no shame in general but thats something different. Steve blinked a few times not sure what to say or do, since Eddie walked into the back, exchanging high fives with Robin, who pushed Steve after Eddie, winking.

"You've been in on this?" Steve asked confused and she just shrugged. "I'm a good wimgman" she just said.

"I was always curious where this room led to, not gonna lie" Eddie murmured while looking around.

He looked at the whiteboard with clearly russian words and an alphabet. "That's not important" the taller male said, looking at Eddie smiling a rather wonky smile.

"Sure.." the metalhead said sat down on the couch.

"Woah woah what do you think you're doing here?" Steve interrupted closing the door behind him.

"What does it look like? I'm Just looking around.. I've to said I've been curious what this room was." Eddie seductively licked his ice cream . "Kinda mad you didn't show me before" was what Eddie said before Steve came closer. "I didn't show you, because I didn't want you to see me in this silly uniform" he said. Eddie and Steve we're not dating.. but there definitely was chemistry between the two. It was almost disgusting, at least that's how Robin had described to Eddie a few days before.

His hot breath met Eddies face, making him bite his lip looking slightly up at him, still licking the ice cream seductively slow.

That made him growl again. "What's going on Harrington? Cute little outfit made you swallow your tounge?" he teased again. That's when he had enough. Grinning he pinned Munson to the wall licking his lips. "Well, how bout we put you in it and you decide if its so cute?" He whispered while slowly putting a hand on the others chest before dipping his head down to slowly start kissing him. Finally, Eddie thought. From little pecks to open mouthed kisses the ice cream gets forgotten and falls on the ground, Eddie grabs the others face greedily deepening the kiss with tounge which he gladly allows.

Steve let his hands both swiftly slip under Eddie's shirt, undressing him, leaving his binder on. He knew Eddie would give him access to his chest if he wanted wanted, but also take to his uniform shirt off putting it on Eddie instead.

And obviously Eddie didn't mind, he enjoyed every touch and kiss. It was better than he had ever imagined. Every touch made him whine. Harringtons calloused hands rubbing Eddies nipples, even through the binder, made himmoan. "Nhg~ Steve~ Puppy" Eddie finally moaned, causing him to twitch in his pants. "Say that again.. please" he demanded while going down on his knees unbuttoning Eddies pants slowly, lust in his eyes basically drooling at the sight of the metalhead in his uniform.

"Puppy~" he cooed laying a hand on his cheek softly squishing his face. "Mh- Fuck" he whined while dragging the pants fdown his legs. Eddie was more than ready for him to do anything, and since he seemed to be so greedy for his pussy he grinned. "Mhm yes good Puppy, so greedy for me huh?" T

Eddie asked, seeing him twitch again. By now that boy had a full on boner. Slowly he nodded, looking up at him with his big ouppy eyes. "Want to eat out this dripping pussy ?" He nodded. "Use your words."

"Yes please Sir. I wanna eat that… delicious Pussy of yours and suck on that beautiful dick" he begged while playing with the hem of your underwear. "Beg for it" Eddie fell into a haze, just like he was. Subspace Steve was something so beautiful it made Eddies mouth water, and not only his mouth. He was dripping wet for that handsome man. And in a matter of seconds his underwear pooled at his feet and the brown haired, doe eyed Steve Harrington was looking up at Eddie Munson for approval. He put a Hand in his hair and tug it lightly, making him moan. Fuck was that a beautiful noise.

"Yes?" He asked jumping onto one of the counters spreading his legs, easy access for the other, more comfortable for Eddie aswell. Slowly he stood up, discarding his underwear while licking his beautiful full lips. "Lets move this to the couch" he murmured and manhandled Eddie down from the counter, making Eddie hold onto his shoulders one hand tangled in his mullet.

The way he held Eddie made his tip tease his entrance which made the metalhead whimper. He desperately wanted him buried deep inside, but first wanted to tease him some more. Dipping down intentionally made him moan, Eddie loved that sound. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum" he whimpered, setting the smaller man down on the couch before kneeling in front of him. "Please let me suck your cock.. please.. Sir" he begged, eyes still huge.

Looking down at him,Eddie grinned. "Well if you ask nicely I'll think about it" he said while running his hand through his hair, spreading your legs in the process. His gaze fell on your middle, basically drooling. "Please, Sir.. Daddy I wanna taste that pretty pussy.. so pretty and dripping.. just for me" he beggeg putting his hands on your thighs holding your legs open. And that was it. You couldn't wrap your head around it but he was so fucking hot. "Go ahead pretty boy." And with that he dived in, tongue meeting your folds, your juices mixing with saliva and you moaning in pleasure.

Steve Harrington was a natural. He knew his way around bodies, especially Eddies body. "Mh you taste so good Sir" he mumbled into Eddies cunt, looking up at him with his big doe eyes. Lips glistening with Eddies juices and his own saliva. "You're such a good boy for me.. wanna make me cum?" he was eagerly nodding in response. "You want me to suck your dick.. Sir?" he asked while running a hand through his hair.

"Oh puppy, can you do that for me?", again he nodded, dazed eyes. Eddie pulled Steves hair to get him closer to his dick again. "Then make me cum." Yes Sir" he moaned into the others cunt and started sucking Eddies dick. He licked around the base, using his fingers to rub Eddies folds, dipping his fingers in every time. Then he switched. Placing his fingers on his dick, but slowly inserting the tongue in the metalheads hole, making him hold back a scream of pleasure. The curly haired muffled his moans with his own hand, careful not to cause suspicion.

"Fuck Baby.." Eddie then cooed, looking down at him, grabbing the shirt." Fuck . you're so wet.. just for me, Daddy" he moaned dipping his head into Eddies dripping heat again before he also slides his fingers into hus cunt making him squirm. "Just like that Puppy" Eddie said letting go of the shirt lacing both of his hands in his hair. Pulling on it, hard. It's making him wince but moan in unision.

"Fuck Daddy you feel and taste so good" he says, muffled by Eddies throbbing cunt. That sends Eddie over the edge making him release without warning, on his tounge, face and fingers. Eddie, quietly as possible moan his name as he cum.

That just made him lick Eddie faster, helping you riding out your high, before he finally looked up at you. Face covered in Eddies cum, eyes big and expression definitely dazed, Eddies pussy got him so drunk on his lust. "You're so handsome" these words made him stand up and sit down next to him to give you a heated kiss that quickly turned into a makeout.

Neither of them were complaining, they loved it. Besides the sexual tension had build up in the last weeks, Eddie and Steve both could swear their friends even had placed bets on how long it would take.

After a few minutes they broke the kiss for air. "Mhhh" he made, looking at eachother. "I wanna fuck you and take charge." he said grinning. Eddie wasn't complaining about this either, how long had he wanted to be fucking owned and dominated by Steve Harrington himself? Probably for some time now. Nodding he bit his lip, slowly slipping into subspace.

"Okay, Sir" he then said, which made him get into his domspace. "Fuckin good boy" he cooed, running his hand over his still sensitive core, dipping his fingers in. He pumped his fingers a few times before taking them out and putting them into his mouth. "You still taste so fucking good.." he lowly moaned in eddies ear before pulling him up on his lap.

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie smut #smut #smut fic #eddie survives #eddie munson smut #steve Harrington smut #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #p links #stranger things p links

[sheep-on-leash]

Everyone! Everyone! Listen! I! Have something to show you all!

I would like to apply! For the role of lead architect for the OuppyLabs Research Institute (a name that totally wasn't just made up by me on the spot), better known just as something along the lines of puppy playtime.. Okay, let me explain. There is this concept planted in my mind (and many others!) due to exchanges between @/your-subby-creature, @/softmumblings, @/smolltguy, and many more, where a bunch of pet-people, subs and doms alike, are kept in an enclosure and experimented on for sexual purposes. Since this concept has the capacity to include just about every last one of my top kinks, it has been rotating around in my mind very, very frequently. And what has this culminated in? Well...

My obsessive ass has created an entire lab-type building designed with the sole purpose of fulfilling this fantasy.. In Minecraft. It's gonna be hard to show everything properly, and a few details of the build might be left out, but I'll do my best!

Allow me to give you a totally professionally-made rundown of the layout!

We start in a reception area, where people can make reservations, drop-off or pick up subjec- I mean pets, ect. And a secondary area I intended as sort of a vetting area for the workers to vet whether or not a pet is fit for the enclosure. The display is all for show, though- chances are they'll take any subjects they can get.

Fun fact! The conversation pit is actually inspired from a very early post from Creature, where he imagined the whole puppy playtime thing taking place in such! Same thing with the one in the actual enclosure.

So! Pets get accepted, there's a little hallway, and then they're let into the enclosure! Decorated with plants, natural tones, and plenty of pet-accommodating furniture littered about, the design of the enclosure is intended to be as welcoming as possible.

Included here is a complex of kennels. Modular technology allows for each compartment to be highly customizable to a pet's individual needs.. Minus the ability to stand. The size allows for even taller subjects to be able to lay down fully straight, but only be able to navigate it on their hands and knees or sitting down.

And for the more outdoorsy, there's an outdoor portion of the enclosure thats just as large as the indoor portion. Just cut through the mudroom (wouldn't want too much mud being tracked around!), and you have a rolling expanse of nature at your disposal for zoomies, primal-play, and all your other outdoor needs! Rest assured, pets get walks outside the enclosure alongside this based on their individual needs.

And for the researchers? They have a full view of the enclosure at all time (and probably cameras for the outdoor portion) through a one-way window. From this location, they have a series of control panels to have complete control of the interior environment- light levels, temperature, humidity.. And even options for more interesting experiments, like pumping pheremones or playing hypnotic audio in the enclosure.. The possibilities are endless :3

The facility is also fitted with a series of vital amenities needed to keep the subjects within the enclosure happy. There's a kitchen for supplying food, a medical room for examinations and treatment of the minimal injuries that occur, private rooms for one-on-one training/conditioning, and even a proper laboratory for developing new technologies based on the research conducted here (no peeking, though! development is top secret ;3)

I, um, I'm not quite sure how to end this post off. Thank you for listening to my contribution for my latest obsession. And go check out @/your-subby-creature if you haven't already! I wouldn't have had this idea if not for him and the asks people have sent him ^w^

#sheepy thoughts #nsft pet #petpl4y #queer nsft #male sub #nsft community #master/pet #nsft #nsft furry #bd/sm pet #the puppy playtime saga continues

[metalheadmickey]

weekly tag wednesday! 💫

thank you for tagging me @darlingian & @energievie 🩷

which character from any media would you like to have as a father?: stealing chani's answer because no one could possibly top bob belcher 🍔

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?: as someone who used to work with exotic wild animals who were rescued from the pet trade and needed to be re-taught how to act like wild animals, i'm not gonna answer this one. i know some wild animals are more amenable to being pets but sorry i hate fun!!! 😇

what is your Chinese takeout order?: veggie lo mein or chicken fried rice

what's your favourite emoji?: 🌸 this guy but also 💫 this guy.

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?: we have a library and i'm obsessed with it, i wouldn't trade it for either of the others. it's a silly little room but i love it in there. it used to be a deck and the previous owners closed it in and made it part of the house, so the floor and ceiling are a little slanted. but i'm in there all the time in my cozy chair.

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?: hehe rugrats

what was your tumblr like when you first joined?: my old tumblr from 2013 was like a horny aesthetic blog with a little bit of fandom stuff and music stuff. the fandom and music stuff i reblogged was like carefully curated though, in keeping with the aesthetic. what a pain in the ass.

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?: i've been trying to think of something for like 20 minutes so i'm gonna skip this one lol

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?: if i was dropped in supernatural i could make my way around that huge ass bunker without even thinking about it, which is so embarrassing.

what is your favourite piece of art?: i always come back to hero and leander by rubens 🌊

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?: yeah, it's gray and it has a ram's head on it and says "fortune favors the brave" lmfao. my husband got it as a christmas gift from a coworker a few years ago and i've stolen it. 🐏

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave?: lately i'm really into whumpy hurt/comfort

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?: i carry a bag sometimes, it's a black leather backpack. i just looked and there's not much in there because i don't carry it very often. maybe the tylenol is weird?

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?: ah man, maybe lip? that feels like the obvious one. some enemies to lovers action. how fun would it be for those two to fuck it out?

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?: AUs! this fandom made me an au guy.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?: i think he tries! i think he wraps his arms under his butt and lifts him a little and staggers for a second, but it's easier when it's a piggyback ride. 🥰

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?: carl or debbie! probably debbie tbh.

tagging @howlinchickhowl @gallawitchxx @whatthebodygraspsnot @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @deedala @rereadanon @ardent-fox @softmick @michellemisfit @creepkinginc @sam-loves-seb @palepinkgoat @ohkate @too-schoolforcool if you guys wanna play 💚

#tag game

[papermint-airplane]

PSA for Papermint-Airplane

Please do not ask me for:

WCIFs. I have a hard time sourcing my CC. Unless I volunteer the information, assume that I don't know where I got X item, hair, etc. because I almost definitely do not.

My Sims. You are welcome to download any Sim available on the Base Sim Project but I will not be making my personal Sims available for download.

Save files. Same reason. I just don't want to share things I have made for personal use.

My CC folder. In the past, I have shared CC from defunct sites or difficult to find CC with close friends but it's not something I want to make a habit of, especially concerning CC from creators who have expressed their wishes not to have their CC uploaded as a part of a CC folder. I realize now that I shouldn't be running that risk even for friends. To keep from breaking anyone's TOS, I will no longer share any of my CC folders.

Custom Sims. I have extremely limited time to play my game due to my full time job, health, and other real life commitments. I am lucky if I get as much as an hour to play some days. When time is that limited, I just want to engage in my hobby for myself without pressure.

Updates on certain stories/families/etc. As of right now, due to time and health, consider all of my series on hiatus. I am having a hard time finding the excitement and passion I had to update those stories right now. I'm sure they'll return in the future when things have settled, but I have no way of knowing when that will be. Please respect that and don't pressure me for updates. Hobbies are supposed to be fun and there are parts of my hobby that aren't fun to me right now.

Blog layout changes. I am working on changing a few things around to make them more accessible but I am not planning on making any big template or color changes, etc. I just don't have the time or know how to do that.

I hope this doesn't come off as me whining or being mean. I do love this community and I enjoy being a part of it, but lately I have been getting some requests that I have initially agreed to because I want to make everyone happy but I am not able to fulfill those requests due to my circumstances at the moment. I am simply not able to please everyone and myself. I just want to engage in my hobby in the way that I want without feeling pressured or like I am letting people down. I feel like I've been spreading myself too thin, starting projects I'm unable to finish for whatever reason and I feel like a failure for having so many abandoned things. Please respect my wishes and don't ask for these things unless I say it's ok to do so.

Thank you for your time and understanding.

#just simblr things #sims community

[goshdangronpa]

For the fic thing, uhhhhh, 11 for... whatever. Or all of them, if you want!

"11. Was there a scene that you hadn't originally planned to include? Why did you decide to fit it in?"

Any fic I want, you say? Well, if you're asking ...

The outline for "Kaede's Rhapsody" was initially 13 chapters. It's grown to 19, and though I'm satisfied with the current plan, it may change again! The biggest shift by far was that Chapters 5 through 7 were originally all a single part. It would've started with Kaede rereading her text convo with Miu while standing outside her lab. I liked the idea of showing the text convo play out in real time, which grew so long that I split it off. Chapter 6 would've been the lab scene from Miu’s POV ... but the planned intro at the gym ALSO grew so long that I split it off. Between giving the story a scene of Kaede using Miu's invention and elevating a little joke (Himiko witnessing the bathroom confrontation) into a surprisingly substantial subplot about spreading rumors, I'm happy with the result.

"I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU" pretty much consists entirely of unplanned scenes. It was just supposed to be an outline of random ideas. I just had to go and make a story of it ... Even among those scenes, the first trial stands out. Tightly woven murder mysteries are not my forte, so I just would've written about the victim, the killer, and the real cause of the murder. But writing about all that inevitably led me to think of potential clues and red herrings and courtroom drama, enough to fill out a whole chapter. It's still not the tightest mystery, but it has a lot of notes compared to other I DISAGREE posts, so at least those folks like how it turned out. So did I - it was really fun to write, and especially to plant those clues in the preceding scenes! When I get around to Chapter 2, another trial scene is in the plans.

"To Change a Lightbulb," "PERCUSSIVE OVERDRIVE," and "57 Minutes in Frozen Hell" were all written in fairly quick bursts, so their scene layouts were pretty much unchanged from first to final draft. I am capable of not overthinking my stories.

Thank you so much for asking!!!

#fanfic ask thing #goshdangronpa's goshdang fanfics

[lunasalix]

Can't sleep, so here are my thoughts on Riot Fest Day 1 as an attendee:

For background, I'm not new to festivals and rowdy crowds. I go to Louder than Life regularly.

I got there by Uber at 2 because I couldn't figure out the train system. The community was protesting the festival, but I didn't find out why until later. This festival harms the black and Latino communities that use Douglas Park. There were tons of security at the entrance, so I went in thinking the festival must be very safety-focused. Boy, was I wrong! Looking back, I realize that the metal detectors were either very weak, turned off, or staff didn't care, because my belt always sets off detectors, but they waved me straight through.

I went straight for merch and had to wait in line for an hour. The lines only got longer as the night progressed. It was hot and I knew I'd need water and food to be able to stay in the pit from 5-10:30, so I walked to the first food I saw, which was by the midway. The signs did not reflect what the vendors actually had, and the lines were ridiculously long. I waited 30 minutes and barely moved 20ft of the 200ft line, so I gave up and went to find the rest of the food trucks.

On the way, 2 things stood out: the festival prohibited any other vendors from selling water and the only water refill station had the longest line of the whole place; and second, the festival layout was confusing and winding so that it would be easy to get turned around and trapped in an emergency.

Once I found the food trucks, I was again shocked by the lines. There had to be at least 15 food trucks, all with lines that took over an hour to get through. Clearly the festival had not planned adequately for the number of people.

I was thankful for the large amount of shade! The festivals I've gone to before had little to none. I sat under a tree to eat, then set out to get water. The line to buy water took another 30 minutes. I finally made it to the main stage about an hour before Taking Back Sunday.

Upon surveying that area, I had immediate concerns about the possibility of crowd crushes. The stage was sandwiched between a barricade for the neighboring stage and the barricade for VIP, which was slanted in as it approached the stage.

I decided to stay near the VIP barrier so I could jump over if things got out of hand, and I stopped about 200ft from the stage. During Taking Back Sunday, I made friends with a group of women and we all agreed to pull each other to safety if it got scary. We were shoved in every direction and there was 1 crowd rush toward the stage that swept us forward about 50ft, but nothing too abnormal yet.

Next was Alkaline Trio at the stage beside us. This is when the crowd rushes got bad on our section. We tried hard to plant out feet and keep from being swept forward, but somehow we ended up about 100ft from the stage. Toward the end of Alkaline Trio, a man behind us was picked up to crowd surf and nearly dropped twice. At that point, the women I was standing with left, but I made the decision to stay. It was still not nearly as bad in that area as it was for Korn, Slipknot, and Stone Sour at Louder than Life.

Just before MCR went on, there was another rush. This time, my feet left the ground and didn't return until a few long moments later. I kept telling people to stop because they would crush those up front. A few did, but most pushed forward. The people immediately around me were nice, though, so I still felt safe.

As MCR was playing, they kept having to pause between songs to ask people to step back and allow their crew to pass out water. The people in my area all stepped back. You could hear the stress and frustration in Gee's voice and it made me so sad. This is the first show since their return where they did not appear to be having fun.

After the 4th song, they started turning the stage lights on the crowd to check for injured fans. Gee kept directing the crowd to make a path for paramedics. Trains of people were going by me trying to escape the crowd with terrified looks in their eyes. One girl was being carried out by her friend and looked barely conscious.

About an hour in, I joined a train to leave. People in the train were using the phones to light a path and grabbing frightened fans from the crowd to get them out.

I got to an area in the back where everyone had plenty of space to move and noticed the area speckled with dozens of people using mobility aids. They oversold tickets to the ADA section and these people had no view of the stage.

Finally, I found a spot where the vibes were fun and stopped. As I talked to those around me, I realized many were originally near the front and had to escape after being crushed.

Exiting was terrifying. They drove everyone to a single exit, so it compacted the crowd through the winding festival grounds. Twice I was carried against my will by the liquid flow of the crowd. I broke out and sat by a tree for an hour before braving the exit, which was still packed and took 20 minutes to get through.

Next, I waited in a line to use a portapotty which was unsurprisingly out of toilet paper. Then, I sat by another tree for an hour and a half waiting for phone service so I could call an uber. As I waited, I watched dozens of cars and motorcycles blatantly driving drunk, running red lights, and hanging out for the windows to celebrate Mexican Independence Day while the cops stood around and watched. I watched 2 people hobble past me on clearly broken legs. Talked to a man who witnessed a girl walking out of the crowd with her head injured so badly that blood was pouring down her face and shirt.

I finally got uber to load and had 3 drivers cancel on me because of traffic before I was finally picked up another hour later. It took 1.5 hours to get to my hotel 11 miles away because the traffic was so bad and police had many exits blocked off. My driver showed me why. My hotel is in the wealthy part of town and the cops were trying to keep the celebrations from disrupting those neighborhoods. No care for the rest of them.

I finally got back and read countless stories of people getting broken bones, passing out, and fearing for their lives. I saw one post on Twitter stating that they saw a gun in the crowd, which is believable given the metal detector situation.

I'm so fucking sorry for everyone who was hurt or scared. No one's concert experience should go that way. I definitely didn't have nearly as much fun as I did in Nashville's show, but I'm still grateful to have seen them twice this tour. Gee was perfect and the band and crew were great. They saved lives while festival staff stood by.

I will not be returning to Riot Fest in the future unless they demonstrate that they can fix the safety issues and move to a location that is less disruptive to the surrounding community.

#my chemical romance #mcr #riot fest #mcrriot

[scienceoftheidiot]

So, your Dismissed Roy story ... what (emotional) genre do you think it sits in? More angst, fluff, romance? And which emotional genre is typically your favourite?

Aaah thank you so much for asking about this one !! I am actually going to start posting it soon 🥰

My favourite emotional genre, both to write and read, I think is angst/hurt/comfort, but I need a happy or bittersweet ending. Open endings are good too, but sad endings are often too much for me. Though sometimes only a sad ending can work, that's how it is.

Sooooo about Dismissed Roy, which now has a title, I had to think about it. Then I was told again that I am an angst monster (you know who you are 😒😝) and uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of angst in this fic. The main theme of this fic is reconstruction, and not only Ishval's. Far from it.

BUT. It's also a romance fic - not your usual romance, but it's not like this is a usual couple, right? But yes, there will be romance, and romantic plot points, and fluff, and even smut - which I'll specifically separate each time in a chapter so people who want to avoid it can do so.

Also a fair share of something that is close to politics, and it was very fun to play with that!

And to illustrate, I have shared a pretty fluffy excerpt of this fic just before, now have one that is... A little darker... Just a little. 🙃

"See you tomorrow, Riza."

Roy closed the door behind her, straining his ear to follow her footsteps along the corridor, until he couldn’t hear anything anymore. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door.

Get a grip, Mustang.

He took a deep breath. He was going to turn around, undress, shower, and go to bed. That wasn’t too hard, was it? One foot before the other. Keep your mind set on what you're doing, focus, and you'll be fine. Count your steps, remember the layout of the flat, don't forget where you put the towels, the soap, where your clothes are, where you fold and put away the dirty ones. You've already done that alone enough to know it'll be okay. Don’t think further ahead than the next action. Don't think. Don’t –

He was finished.

He’d known for weeks. This kind of announcement didn’t come out of nowhere. And before he’d known, he was expecting it.

Truth’s toll wasn’t a death sentence, but it was severely close. Everything. Everything he’d fought for. He’d lost everything.

“The team is done. When you signed that paper, you killed it for good.”

Another long, shaky breath. He was standing on the very edge of the deepest, darkest abyss he’d come close to in years. Blind, and ready to lose his balance at the slightest breeze.

Worse than killing children, Roy?

Is it worse?

But we won’t get trialed. We won’t pay. Neither Grumman nor Armstrong will selflessly give enough power back to the parliament for that.

Could be worse. They could decide not to execute a blind man, and you’d be left to witness Riza’s death.

And you'd deserve it. Because she'd be there because of you. It's your fault. Without you, she wouldn't have been through all this. You wouldn't see it, but you would feel –

No, no, please –

He pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle the first sob, feeling the wet tears that had already settled on his cheeks.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #wip #replies #ask #dairogo

[agent-darkfest]

So I haven’t posted something in a while, but I read this lovely story by @laurzzz and it just absolutely inspired me. Check out their page, it’s really awesome!

Anyways, without further ado, let’s do a quick intro to this character. His name is Ivan Kovski, he is 24 years old and he is partially blind (due to an accident). He grew up with his mother and 3 baby sisters in a small house after they had immigrated from their country.

Ivan had been juggling since he was 12 years old as a way to distract his baby sisters when his mom was out of the house working. He would also help with the cleaning, food prep, and overall maintenance of the house. But after seeing the toll work had on his mother, he went out to look for work himself to ease her burden. He found work in an Iron Factory, which allowed him to provide for his family for some time. Unfortunately, he had to move away to be closer to the factory, but he never stopped juggling, especially since he knew his sisters loved it. He would come visit them as much as he was able, bearing gifts and toys. But after an “accident” with a faulty boiler he was trying to fix, he lost his eye sight. The factory refused to take responsibility and blamed him for his carelessness. So, he got thrown out.

He tried looking for work elsewhere, but no respectable place wanted to hire a blind man with a half burnt face, especially an immigrant. Eventually, he made his way back to his hometown and he overheard some people talking about some fliers put up by a circus. A circus looking for “Unique Persons and Curiosities”. With nothing else to lose, he figured he’d give it a shot.

Fun Facts:

-Before he worked at the factory, he liked playing keep away with his sisters by grabbing what they had in their hands and juggling off with it. His sister often tried to catch him, but he kept out of their reach by climbing over furniture. One time he even managed to climb and balance on top of the clothes line while juggling… buuut… it snapped under his weight and he fell face first to the ground. He sisters couldn’t hold their laughter after they made sure he was ok.

-He likes to practice juggling things that people would consider too difficult or dangerous to juggle. A little hard-headed in that regard.

-Since he cannot see very well, he rather just have his eyes cover (whether by his hair, a blindfold, or a half-mask).

-He is very spatially aware and has excellent memory. When he first comes into a new space, he wanders around with a walking stick to get used to the space. But after a week, he already has the layout committed to memory. (He will trip over something new if he isn’t paying attention).

-His senses are very good. But he is still human, so he can hurt himself if he is not careful.

-After the accident, he developed a fear of heat near his face. For example, he can juggle things on fire, but if it gets too close to his face, he tends to freeze up. He is also self-conscious about the way he looks.

-He has a tendency to be a big brother to everyone without meaning to, especially if they exhibit mannerisms similar to his siblings. He is patient, kind, and understanding; if not a little mischievous sometimes.

-His family does not know about the accident. He has someone at the post write his letter for him every week, but he cannot bring himself to tell them what happened. They know he changed jobs, but they are not sure what he does. They very much wish to see him, but he tends to find an excuse to avoid to subject.

And that’s it! I had a lot of fun coming up with the character, but these are all preliminary ideas that can be changed. @laurzzz Thank you for such a fun prompt! Also, I had never watched The Greatest Showman until after reading your story. Now I just wanna read it again!

#wwits #wwits oc laurzzz

[late-to-the-party-81]

heyyy jen 💖💖💖

for your birthday celebration, of course I've come to ask you about Ari and Angel because... well I am basic and predictable.

You've already given us a wonderful pegging fic with those two so we know they like to experiment and have fun. But what do you think was something they tried that didn't go well at all and they just ended up laughing their ass off together?

Not my Daddy

AN: Thank you, lovely @christywantspizza for this ask. For a moment I was stumped - what could these two try that wouldn't work, but then I had my lightbulb moment.

Beta'd by @sidepartskinnyjeans and divider by @firefly-graphics

Mood board by me

Check out the series master list, my main master list and my birthday celebration post.

WC: 1.1k

CW: Daddy Dom! Ari (no age play), spanking, degradation, safe-word use, kink discussions, allusions to smut

“Are you sure you wanna try this, Angel?”

You’re not used to Ari being reticent about anything, let alone anything ‘bedroom’ related.

“I’m sure. It looked interesting when I read about it.”

You stepped closer, right up into Ari’s space and walked your fingers up the couple of buttons he’d bothered to do up on his shirt. Tilting your head back you gave him a sparkling smile.

“I love you, Ari.”

“And I love you too, Princess. So, when do you wanna try it?”

You tilted your head to the side, nibbling on your lower lip and playing with the fastenings of his shirt as you mused.

“Umm… surprise me. I’m sure you’ll find the right moment.”

“That means I don’t have to do it now, do I?”

A grin split his face and suddenly you were scooped up, bent over Ari’s shoulder, with an upside down, but nonetheless still magnificent, view of his shorts covered ass.

He gently swatted one of your buttcheeks as he jogged through to the bedroom, where the only sounds to escape for the next hour were breathy sighs and the repeated chanting of “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…”

You juggled your work bag, groceries and keys in your arms, as you hurried up the path to your and Ari’s front door. Your last meeting of the day had overrun, you hit every red light on the way to the store, only to find they’d changed the layout, so it had taken twice as long to find what you needed. It was as though the universe was conspiring against you.

You jammed the key in the door and pushed it open with your shoulder, staggering in as you lost your balance momentarily. Your graceless descent was halted by a pair of large hands taking hold of you.

“Ari! You’re home early.”

He looked down at you, his face a stern mask, so very unlike him.

“Where were you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I asked where you were, or are you too stupid to understand?”

You were confused by his questioning? It was obvious you’d been to the store. Why was he being like this…oh! Another glance at his face revealed a twinkle in his eyes that belied his stoic façade. It was on!

You jutted out your lower lip and batted your eyelashes at him.

“‘M sorry, I was just at the store and everything had been moved around…”

“You got lost in the store? God, you really are dumb sometimes.”

You bit down on your lip, trying not to laugh. He’s supposed to be being mean, but it was just... so silly coming from your big teddy bear.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Hmm, I don't think you are. Gonna have to correct you. So quick, put all that down, then through to the bedroom and strip.”

He let go of you and you swayed on your feet.

“Come on, quick to it, or were those instructions too complicated for your dumb little brain?”

You quickly moved towards the dining table, placing down the grocery bag and your purse. As you walked past Ari, towards the bedroom, he gave you a swat on your behind, leaving you fighting the urge to giggle.

Once through the door, you quickly divested yourself of your clothes, as Ari sat in the easy chair, watching you intently.

“Don’t just hurl them about, put all the clothes away neatly. We don’t act like slobs in this house.”

Another internal laugh- once, after a particularly frenzied session you’d had to get Ari to retrieve your panties from where they’d ended up hooked over the light fitting…

Skirt and blazer hung up and your blouse, bra and panties in the laundry hamper you presented yourself in front of your boyfriend, head lowered and arms behind your back. He snorted in ill-covered surprise.

“So you do have a brain cell. Come here, over my lap.”

You sashayed over, unable to keep the sway out of your step, and for a moment you saw Ari’s lips twitch, before he got them back under control. Reaching him, you bent over his lap, your hands on the floor to support yourself. You wriggled to get comfortable, but something just didn’t feel right.

“Right, let’s see if you can remember to count…”

You felt the movement of the air a split second before Ari’s hand smacked down on your naked ass. You jerked and cried out, trying not to swear. 

“One!”

A second smack came down, the pain from it sharp and blinding. Ari had spanked you before, and yes it had smarted, but never hurt. Maybe the pleasure would start to build in a moment?

“T…Two…”

You shifted again, and you suddenly realised what was feeling strange; you couldn’t feel Ari’s arousal pressing into you. You opened your mouth to say something, but your breath was stolen by the next spank.

Screeching at the burning pain, you tumbled off Ari’s lap.

“Rugelach!”

You shouted your safeword, in case Ari was in any doubt, but he was already on his knees next to you, lifting you off the floor and then carrying you over to the bed.

“Hey, hey, you okay, Angel?”

You winced as you rubbed at your sore buttocks.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m guessing that mean Dom was doing nothing for either of us.”

He gave you a tender smile, before dipping down to give you a kiss.

“I didn’t like being mean to you. It felt… well… wrong.”

You gave him a little eye roll.

“Then why didn’t you safe word?”

“Well, you seemed to want to try it, and I thought I might start to enjoy it after a bit…”

Tutting, you rubbed your nose up against his.

“Silly, Daddy. You have to be comfortable too…”

“I know, Angel. I know. Now, let me get a cool cloth and some cream for your ass, and then I can make it up to you.”

You nodded and then held your hand up in front of your mouth as you started to giggle.

“What are you laughing for, Princess? I hurt you, and I feel awful.”

“Oh no, it’s not that, but it’s just that I love you much more like this, soft and kind. When you were telling me off it sounded so silly. Mean Daddy is not my Daddy.”

Ari smiled back at you.

“It did, didn’t it? I almost laughed a few times. But you’re being very rude, you know…”

His eyes darkened as he looked at you.

“I might have to punish you.”

You looked up at him from under hooded eyes.

“Yeah, Daddy? How?”

He crawled over you, pushing you flat to the bed and you could feel his hardness now pressing against your inner thigh.

“Hmmm, I think by fucking you, and making you cum until you can’t see straight.”

You looked up at him, with faux horror.

“Oh no!”

Then you both looked at each other and collapsed into laughter.

Tag list: @jobean12-blog @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @tuiccim @beelicious-barnes @yarnforbrains @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @seitmai

#ari and his angel #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #Jen's birthday #ask me things #late writes #asks answered #ari levinson x female reader