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lvstrucks · 1 month

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request: i love your writing i was wondering if i could make a lando request where jon puts lando on a sex ban/no cum rule until the start of the season for training much to your annoyance and landos trying to follow it but you’re trying your best to get him to give up

ty for requesting x

"It's for my performance, baby." Lando explains, rubbing a hand up and down your leg in an attempt to soften the news he'd just delivered.

"It's just not fair, Lan." you pout. "Did Jon even consider my feelings at all?"

"No," Lando giggles. "He didn't."

Aside from occasionally replacing his set diet meal with a takeaway after a long day, Lando took pride in how dedicated he was to his fitness and training schedule. Unfortunately, Jon's newest training regimen might be the one thing he wouldn't ve able to do. You certainly weren't going to make it easy for him.

"Hey, are you busy?" you asked quietly, popping your head around Lando's gaming room door. He shook his head, pushing one side of his headphones off and gesturing for you to come in.

"Never too busy for you." Lando said with a cheesy grin. You rolled your eyes sitting down on his lap and wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

"This looks nice on you." He murmured, fingers toying with the edge of your (his) latest Quadrant hoodie. There was nothing that got Lando going more than the sight of you in his clothes, except maybe you in his branded clothes.

You kept quiet, opting instead to reply by pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck and below his ear.

"Y/N," he warned softly, trying to focus back on his game.

"Hmm?" you feigned innocence, continuing without a care in the world.

"We can't, baby. Jon will know. "

"What a pervert, it's not really any of his business when you really think about it." you counter, slipping one hand into his hoodie and raking it over his toned stomach.

Lando whined softly, leaning into your touch briefly before gently tipping you off his lap and putting his headphones back on.

You slam the front door behind you, kicking off your trainers in the hallway. Lando sits on the sofa and looks up, frowning as you sigh and flop down next to him.

"What's up, muppet?" He says, rubbing your knee and you almost flinch away from him.

"I...need you, Lando." you pout. "I'm ovulating and I'm all crazy and you haven't had sex with me in ten days."

Lando sighs too, wrapping his arm around you. "I'm sorry, honey." He says sweetly. "I can help you out though, Jon never said anything about that."

"It's not worth it for you, making your life harder for no reason." you say, shaking your head. "In case you can't help it and then the last ten days will have been for nothing and I might have to fling myself off a cliff."

You hop up from the sofa and as you pad down the hall you say breezily, "I'll just take a shower and sort myself out. Won't be long."

Lando's eyes bug out of his head and as soon as he hears the click of the bathroom door he's up, throwing on his trainers to head out for a last-minute run around Monaco. This next week might just kill him.

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maxtermind · 15 days

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HEYYY!!! I’ve been looking at smut prompts all day and my brain is packed w fic ideas. May i request a mv1 fic with prompts “no underwear?”, “did you wear this just for me?” and “dont worry about the damn clothes, i’ll just buy you new ones” with spanish!reader and kind of like friends w tension vibes???

i want you all to myself

★ : feat :: max verstappen x reader ★ : genre :: mature ★ : word count :: 800 ★ : a/n :: this is not a tease, i genuinely don't think i can write good smut. but tension and yearning? hell yeah! not specifically spanish!reader because i wasn't sure what you wanted me to add for that. thanks for the request love, feedback is always appreciated :)

The air crackled with tension as you stood face to face with Max, his gaze intense, almost palpable against your skin. Your heart raced with anticipation, every nerve on edge, as you waited for him to speak.

Max broke the silence, his voice teasing yet laced with an unmistakable desire that sent shivers down your spine. ”No underwear?” he hissed, his tone suggestive, his eyes lingering on you with a mix of amusement and something deeper.

”Oh.” You taunted, reveling in the way he struggled to maintain his composure. A coy smile playing on your lips as you watched his face flush and his hands clench tightly. ”Don't hold back on my account.”

You forced a casual smile, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him.

His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to find words, his eyes never leaving yours. ”Did you wear this just for me, darling?” Max's voice wavered slightly, betraying the intensity of his longing as he shamelessly eyed you.

Your lips curved into a smirk as you closed the distance, his eyes never leaving yours. ”Maybe I did,” you admitted, keeping your voice low, delighted to see the effect that had on Max.

Max groaned before reaching forward for the fabric of your dress, his fingers tightening around it as he pulled you closer. He looked at you as if he was mad as to why you were still not losing your sanity like he was.

Not knowing that the only reason you had pulled this stunt was because your patience had run dry.

The tension between you was palpable, a silent dance of desire and uncertainty as you stood locked in a silent exchange, each daring the other to make a move. That was before he aimlessly pushed forward and the sound of your poor dress echoed in the silence.

You gasped and tried to pry away but Max instead pulled you closer, resting his forehead on yours. His skin flushed as he sighed to stay calm and get himself together.

”Don't worry about the damn clothes,” Max grunted, his voice sending a rush of heat through your veins. Frustratingly pulling the torn material down your body in a frantic manner. ”I'll just buy you new ones.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a surge of insecurity washing over you, making you hold his hands under yours, not letting him see you yet. ”You'll buy me new ones, huh?”

Before you could carry on, your lips met in a heated kiss, so hard that the back of your neck, from where he grabbed you, pulsed. However, it had such a good effect making your legs shudder as ou sighed against his mouth.

Max was panting as he hurriedly tried to swallow all of your breaths and it made so much sense. As your lips moved together, you realized how much sense you guys made, how well you fit together.

Even as you surrendered to the passion, a nagging fear lingered in the back of your mind. It felt so insatiably good but you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you were to just ruin all this for a sultry desperate explosion. When it was painfully obvious that you ached for more

”I don't wanna do this just for one night,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling with uncertainty. ”I want us to stay...” ‘Friends,’ would’ve been a lie so for the lack of a better term, you refrained from putting any labels.

Max pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours with a depth that took your breath away. ”I'm not going anywhere,” he assured you, his voice soft but firm. ”I wish I could wait, but baby, I- I want more, right now. I want you.”

Relief flooded through you at his words, comically short lived, because not even a second later, it got mingled with the desire that burned hot and fierce within you. ”I want you too,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you melted into his embrace. ”Really badly.”

Max pulled you in for another kiss and you almost lost it on the spot when he smirked against your mouth.

”You’re gonna ruin everyone else for me, huh?” He laughed in disbelief and if you weren’t as overwhelmed as you were, you might have scoffed but instead you squeezed his body under your palms.

Max’s eyes dilating as soon as you said your next words as you pushed the flimsy material off your body.

”You already have.”

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writers-potion · 28 days

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Hi. I'm writing a novel in first person and my main character has some serious trauma around swimming, but I'm not quite sure how to write that fear or that reaction they would have. also having the same problem with a lot of fear-related subjects when writing in first person. any tips? thanks! :D

Hi, thank you for the question!

As someone who has a deep fear of drowning AND of swimming, I think I can testify for that particular fear in person. But before I dive in, here are some factors to consider:

Age of your character: A child or teen or adult?

Children are more likely to show fear by expressing dislike, or even being violent/throwing tantrums when they're made to confront it. Teens may try to hide it, or build creative (sometime extreme) methods to avoid it like hell. Adults, at least mature ones, will learn to build barriers around their fears: avoiding it as much as possible, but also learning to control their reactions when they come to contact with it.

One-time event or chronic?

Another thing to consider is how the trauma came to be in the first place. Here are two traumas from my personal life:

Fear of water: I nearly drowned in a wasterfall at age 2. At age 5, one of my friends pushed me into a pool unexpectedly. Age 10, my sister made me swim to the deep side of the pool and when I stopped to take a break, I couldn't stand up. Age 13, I had a horrible swimming teacher who expected everyone to be able to swim..etc.etc. I've had multiple near-death experiences in water and after that, even after I've learnt how to swim, I'll NEVER.

Fear of elevators: I was locked inside an elevator for over an hour during a powercut. When I managed to forced the door open to escape, I found myself staring at the abyss that smelled faintly of oil. I was stuck in between floors. + Around the same time, a delivery man in the same elevator grabbed and kissed me, then ran away. A couple of days later, he tried to force his way into our apartment when I answered the door. These two event alone was enough to compel me to take the stairs for the next seven months.

Usually when a trauma has been built over time, it's difficult to see the problem rationally even when time has passed.

Traumas caused by a large, one-off event, moving away from the specific location and getting rid of the situation more or less permanently is often enough to make the person see the situation rationally. It was that particular elevator, that delivery man. It's not going to happen again. It'll remain more like a fully healed scar that tingles once now and then.

The attitude of your character. Do they want to overcome the fear, and feel frustrated/angry at themselves when they inadvertently feel scared? Or are they highly defensive? Maybe they have no mental walls built, and simply run away at the slightest hint of the feared situation.

Tips for Writing Fears

It's easier to open up to strangers. It's easier to confess a fear to someone who doesn't know your personal history, since there's less chance you'll be judged.

Simulating isn't the same as actually confronting. Your character can find themselves dreaming about being able to swim perfectly, then feel their daydream shatter when they actually try to.

Extreme tension + crashing afterward. Whenever your character is exposed to swimming, they'll be at their wit's edge, being tense and paying extreme attention to their surroundings. Once they're home, they'll simply crash like how you'd hit the bed after a long, hard day (maybe feeling body pain, constricted chest, headache, loss of appetite from the sheer exhaustion).

Overly prepared vs. Avoiding. It's one or the other. Either your character brings a safety jacket, a donut tube, a rope, snorkling equipment, etc. or they don't bring a swimsuit at all so that they can say, "I can't swim in my skinny jeans and silk shirt, can I?" and avoid it altogether.

Saying "I'm okay!" repeatedly. More to themselve than to others as a form of desperate self-assurance.

Panic. At times when your character comes dangerously close to swimming, they'll just panic and make the situation worse for themselves. For example, if they just happen to slip inside water while sitting at the edge of the pool, they'll immediately start kicking and gasping as thogh they've already drowned. It almost becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. They'll swallow water, strain all the muscles in their body, and sit extremely still covered in multiple swimming towels afterward, saying nothing and playing the moment over and over in their head.

Being nervous for the whole day if they know they have a swimming class (or something similar) later

Dreaming about drowning

Trying to learn swimming, but not progressing for months because they can't bring themselves to step out of their comfort zone (which is going to be very small)

Hope this helps! :)

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thorfemmes · 2 years

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Wet Dream

in which Eddie walks in at just the right moment

a/n: Hi friends! As y'all know by now, I'm not much of a writer, but I'm trying to get back into writing, and for some reason Mr. Eddie Munson is inspiring me these days. I haven't posted anything since Cloudy which was a little over 2 years ago, so I'm a little nervous to post this. Please be kind, and as always any feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also please feel free to send me some prompts for writing! I'll make a more definitive "who I write for" list soon!

BTW!!! this was heavily inspired by "Wet Dream" by Wet Leg. I'll link it here so you can give it a listen :)<3

Rated 18+: fem!reader, fluff, SMUT (it's literally called "wet dream" folks), slight teasing, rough sex, edging, dom!Eddie, pussy slapping, Eddie being a pussy eating champion, aftercare!!!

Word Count: 2,025

When you told Eddie that you were going to take a nap he immediately switched from his stereo to your Walkman so you could get some rest. He spent the time cleaning up the trailer a bit and gently playing his guitar to the songs coming through the headphones, creating a soft ambience to help you fall asleep.

When he finally took the headphones off to go and wake you up (it had been a few hours and was quickly reaching 2:30, and he knew how much you hated sleeping past 2:00 in the afternoon), he was taken aback by the sounds of whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. He panicked a bit, thinking that maybe the nightmares from last year were coming back. Despite defeating Vecna and moving cities away from Hawkins, nightmares ravaged both of your sleeps for the better portion of the last 12 months -plaguing you with vivid dreams of violently losing one another.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door, fully prepared to comfort you. What he didn't expect was to find you with a pillow stuffed between your legs, grinding against it and softly moaning and whimpering out his name. Eddie laughed quietly to himself and watched you go on for a few more minutes before waking you.

"Baby, hey. It's time to get up," Eddie sat down on his side of the bed and began to softly rub up and down your back.

As you slowly woke up you began to connect the dots as to what had happened. Flushed and a little sweaty, you quickly looked at Eddie's soft gaze and then buried your face in your pillow. Eddie laughed again and pulled the other pillow out from between your legs.

"Having fun down there sweetheart?"

"Go away Eddie!" You said muffled into the pillow.

"Now c'mon honey, there's no shame in having wet dreams. It happens to all of us".

Lifting your head up a little bit, "It wasn't, I don't have-".

"Oh really? So you were having a normal, virtuous dream that led to my pillow smelling like your pretty pussy here?" Eddie laughed again.

"Stop teasing please, I'm embarrassed enough". It was true, your face was growing hotter by the second. You'd had wet dreams before, but never like that. Or in this close proximity to Eddie. Up until now you'd been able to keep your sleep fantasies to yourself.

"Penny for your thoughts, sweets? Care to share with the class what you were dreaming about?" Eddie slowly trailed his hand down to the back of your thigh. "If you're really uncomfortable, I'll drop-".

"We were driving around in my car," You quickly blurted out before you could change your mind. "And you had me so pent up after teasing me for so long that I started touching myself in the passenger's seat."

Eddie's grip tightened on your thigh, "Tell me more baby".

"I got really close just from that, and you got really turned on so you swerved off the road to a nearby rest stop and pulled me out of the car". You rolled over onto your back and held yourself up with your elbows, allowing Eddie to move his hand to fiddle with the waistband of your panties. "We were in my car, so we couldn't just hop in the back of the van like normal. Instead you pinned me to the hood and started fucking me like that. I was basically licking the window from how hard you were going before I woke up".

Eddie squeezed your hips hard, climbing to straddle you and leaned in. "Fuck, baby. That's so fucking hot," He whispered. "A rest stop? Where anyone could have seen us? And fucking you so hard you were pinned against the windshield? Fuck, please let me touch you".

You nodded quickly and he dove in, kissing you with such desperation behind it, forcing you back down to lay flat on the bed. A mixture of teeth clashing, Eddie's taste, and the soft nips he left on your bottom lip made your head spin. It always amazed you how quickly he could get you pulsing, grasping at any bit of physical contact he'd grant you.

He shifted his face and began to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. He sucked marks in the sweet spot that he knew left you quivering. Satisfied with the bruises carefully painted across your skin, he looked to you for permission to take off your shirt. Permission was granted and he began to slowly peel away the t-shirt you had napped in, his shirt quickly adding to the pile beside the bed. He peppered his kisses down your neck and outlined your sternum with long, open mouth grazes of his teeth and small pecks from his lips. He then focused his attention on your breasts, laving his tongue around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Not forgetting the other one, he quickly mimicked his motions on the other nipple, his moans matching your soft groans of pleasure.

"I love your tits so much, baby girl. 'S like they were made for me," Eddie slurred between kisses on your breasts. "Do you want it rough or sweet, baby? Should I treat you like dream me, or treat you softly?"

"Oh shit!" You gasped as he softly bit down on a nipple. "Like my dream please. Love on me like a slut," You whispered that last part.

"Fuck yeah, I can do that". Eddie scooted down the bed and peeled off your cotton underwear and tossed them towards the growing pile. "Shit, honey. You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. I can't wait to spread you open and ruin it".

He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders. "You ready, sweets?"

"Y-yes Eds, please touch me".

He dove in like a starved man. He licked up the slick from your glistening folds and attacked your senses. Your moans echoed off the walls and only spurred him on, burying his face and tongue unbelievably deeper into your core. You felt a single finger start to circle your hole before easing in and curling it into your g-spot. He began to pump while kitten licking your clit. Eddie pulled it into his mouth with a sharp suck causing your back to arch and your hips to jerk up on their own. He quickly threw an arm over you and doubled down on his efforts, adding a finger to your pussy.

"Shit, fuck, Eddie I'm going to come, please can I?"

Rather than answer, he continued to pleasure you like his life depended on it. Waiting until he felt the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm, he pulled away as he felt your pussy flutter.

"Eddie! No, please!" You whined and tried to grind your hips against his face.

He responded with a small slap to your pussy. "Behave, or you won't be coming at all this time".

He dove back in and repeated the process two more times. When the third edge rolled around you were practically sobbing from the overstimulation and lack of an orgasm. Eddie carefully moved your legs from his shoulders and manhandled you back up the bed. He kneed up above you again, and made a show of taking off his sweatpants. Having foregone boxers that morning, you were greeted by his thick cock springing up and slapping his stomach. A bit of precum was left behind where his tip hit the bottom of his happy trail, leaving your mouth watering at the gorgeous sight in front of you.

"Eds, you're so fucking pretty".

"Speak for yourself, beautiful. You looked so good fucked out, practically drooling for my cock," He began to pump himself just barely grazing your lips with the mushroom tipped head. "You ready for me, baby?"

"Yeah, Eddie. 'M always ready for you," you slurred.

He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the spare condom and lube you guys kept on top for easy access. He opened both the condom and lube, putting a few smaller drops of lube into the condom before rolling it onto his cock. He quickly took some lube and pumped it onto himself.

"Now I believe you said I had you pinned on your hands and knees, is that correct, honey? Hard enough that you were licking the window? We don't have a window on our bed, but I guess this will work," He quipped.

You quickly flipped over, resting on your elbows and arching your back slightly so he had better access.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl. Have you absolutely shaking by the time I'm done with you".

As he lined himself up and slid in slowly, you both let out a relieved moan. Finally feeling the tiniest release from the aching pressure of arousal you both felt. Once you were settled, he gave an experimental thrust, just hard enough to make you groan. He very quickly set a pace that had you making the most unholy noises you had ever heard.

Eddie continued to thrust and thrust into you, his groans and moans matching yours.

"Fuck, it's like you were meant for me. Such a perfect cunt. My cunt, all for me".

You nodded in agreement, too fucked out to speak. The only noises leaving you were pornographic moans and whimpers. You buried your face in a pillow to quiet yourself, Eddie then grabbed your hair with his ringless fingers to lift your head back up.

"I want to hear. Show me that you're mine. My slutty little girlfriend. Who would've guessed -oh shit fuck -that you'd want to be absolutely wrecked like this, huh?" All you could do was sob in response, reaching down to rub on your clit. "Oh, you're close baby, can feel you squeezing my cock for all it's worth".

He let go of your hair and instead pulled you up by your neck, squeezing just enough to have your head spinning. He reached around and used his other hand to smack away yours and began to stimulate your swollen clit.

"Shit, baby you can come whenever you'd like. Show me what a good little slut you are and come on my cock. I wanna see you cream. C'mon baby".

It was that last little plea that sent you over the edge. He released his grip on your neck and instead held you up by your chest so you wouldn't collapse. One, two, three thrusts later and he filled the condom with his cum right behind you.

He gently laid you down on the bed and watched as the aftershocks from the overstimulation ran through you. He quickly disposed of the condom and ran to the bathroom for the baby wipes you kept for cleaning up and to the kitchen for a water bottle.

"Here baby, you did so good for me. Love you so much. I'm going to clean you now, can I do that?" You let out a small hum of acknowledgment and slowly rolled onto your back so he could clean.

You whined as he softly ran over your puffy cunt, still a bit keyed-up from what just happened. He quickly lifted you up a bit so you could down the water he brought you. As you laid back down, he grabbed your old clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Eddie went and grabbed the ABBA record you loved so much and set it on the player to let the soft melodies help you come down. Grabbing a new shirt and panties for you and some boxers for him, he quickly helped you get dressed before covering himself as well.

"Thank you for indulging me," You said softly, still a little dazed from Eddie's roughness.

"Anytime, my love. Thank you for trusting me".

"Maybe I'll have to take naps more often, hm?" You giggled.

"If this is how you feel after a nap, then hell yeah. Take all the naps you need".

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #here goes nothing #lmao #eddie munson x plus size reader #writing #fanfic

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grimmjowswoman · 7 months

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Short Grimmjow X f!reader scenario 2

Who says Grimmjow can't be sweet :D

Word Count: 618

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"Do we really have to go?" Grimmjow already started complaining as I was starting to get ready to visit Ichigo and Orihime because they invited us over for dinner

"Yes we do, i promised Orihime that we'll come" i reply to him and i can hear him whine behind me

"I didn't agree to that," Grimmjow said as he got up from laying on the bed to sitting on the edge of it

"I'm not asking for your agreement, we are going means that we're going"

"You're lucky that i love you, or else!" He murmured that sentence to himself but i was able to hear

"Or else what?" I stopped getting ready and looked behind me at him with my hands on my hips waiting for him to answer but i got nothing from him, he was just looking at me then i smiled "that's what i thought" after saying that, i saw him roll his eyes so i sent him a flying kiss. This man drives me crazy so I'm doing the same to him

"I'll go shower really quick" Grimmjow exclaimed and got up from our bed and made his way to me to leave a kiss on my nape before leaving.

"Hurry up please, don't keep me waiting" i say and turn my head to face him then leans close to peck his lips and with a smile on his face he left to go shower meanwhile i went back to getting ready.

A few minutes later, i hear the bedroom door opens again and emerges from there Grimmjow with a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water all over his chest, i stopped doing my hair and looked at him drying his hair with the second towel then he noticed me staring

"Don't stare for too long or your eyes will pop out of your head" Grimmjow smirks and i roll my eyes at him before pointing at the bed.

"I picked up an outfit for you, wear it" i say before going back to doing my hair

"I could've chose myself" Grimmjow said as he made his way to the wardrobe to get his underwear

"My fault for trying to help" I said with a sad voice which made Grimmjow make his way towards me and hugging me from behind wetting my newly straightened hair "Grimmjow! My hair!!! I just did it!" I whine at him and push him away

"Oops" that's all he said, I scoffed at him and started redoing my hair angrily "Sorry, I'll make it up for you"

"You better" i sighed in frustration and continued doing my hair but Grimmjow stopped me "What?" I ask him and he takes my straightener from my hand

"I'll do it for you" Grimmjow says as he starts to do it

"Do you know how?" I ask him, worried that he might burn my hair

"I've seen you doing it enough times to know how to do it" He says proudly

I look up at him in the mirror as he straightens my hair and a big smile creeps up my face as i keep looking at him and how he's focused.

"I could get used to this," I say as I relax while he does my hair, I see him smile

"This is the one time only" Grimmjow teases but i start to pout at him, he looked at me from the mirror and chuckled "maybe not" and with that i smiled again at him

"I love you," I tell him as I look up at him from my seat and look down at him then lean down to peck my lips before returning to doing my hair

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birgittesilverbae · 1 year

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mary & bea - silence

Beatrice climbs the path above Cat's Cradle, her steps unsure on the uneven footing, dark clouds shrouding the setting sun, blurring the shadows that stretch long around her. She pushes off the path into the scrub, picks carefully through it with one hand outstretched in front of her. Her palm meets cool stone and she halts, reaches up over her head to grasp the lip of the outbuilding roof.

As she pulls herself up and swings her leg over the lip of the roof, one of the clay tiles scrapes at her shin through the soft fabric of her track pants. She bites her lip to stifle a groan and scrambling inelegantly the rest of the way onto the roof. She sits on the edge for a moment, one leg dangling, and pulls her knee to her chest, sneaks her hand up beneath the hem of her pant leg to feel at the inflamed patch of skin. Her fingers come away wet and she groans again, not bothering to smother it this time.

Beatrice tugs her pant leg back down, tucks the hem into the top of her boot, and sighs. She clambers the rest of the way up the slope of the roof and then stops, perched astride the peak, rear leg poised to swing over.

There's already a figure lying on the tile, wrapped as Beatrice is in a hoodie and track pants, a futile attempt to stave off the unnatural chill of the evening. They lean back on their elbows, tip their head back, and there's the tiniest glint of white against the shadowed planes of Mary's face when she gives Beatrice a small smile.

"Would you like to be alone?" She waits, braced hard against the rejection she fears is to come, but Mary shakes her head and pats the spot next to her.

"C'mere," she says, and Beatrice hates that she can recognise the sound of choked-down tears in the roughness of her voice.

Beatrice crests the roof peak and inches down to Mary's side, settling beside her and tucking her hands up inside the cuffs of her sweater. Mary's sweater, maybe, or Shannon's. She's long since stopped being able to tell the difference. She pulls her knees tight to her chest and wraps her arms around them, and beside her Mary pushes up off her back and mirrors her position.

"I miss them most at night." Mary rests her chin on her knees and sighs. "Something about it feeling too quiet, maybe. Not enough to distract myself with."

Beatrice makes a noise of agreement and hugs her knees tighter, resting her cheek on the shelf they form so she can just make out the slopes and valleys of Mary's profile against the near darkness. The silence of the Cradle has haunted her, too, and more than once she's found herself pacing the route from Shannon's door to Lilith's and back again, as if some small shred of her is holding out hope that they might swing open and let light back into her life. Let us help each other hold on, she wants to say, be my sound and I'll be yours, but even this shared moment feels almost more than she should ask of Mary, so instead she sits in the quiet of the night and watches Mary watch the stars.

#ask #'anon'#casper pvp #fic: tmtl #warrior nun #sister beatrice #shotgun mary #myfic #mywn

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hazbmymhotel · 15 days

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Hey, you dirty little readers

We accidentally wrote Mommy kink

So enjoy chapter 5

Chapter 5) I Guess We Gotta Get Down to Business, or Whateva'

Angel wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. Occasionally he'd hear a rustling or a crinkling. Sometimes, opening his eyes, he'd see Husk’s silhouette in the dark of his room, or maybe that was a dream.

“Here, pig,” Angel heard Husk quietly say a few times, followed by a snorfling sound of Fat Nuggets eating. He settled back to sleep when a heavier blanket was thrown on top of him.

It was nice until it wasn't.

“Ugh,” Angel groaned, waking up to a bucket placed beside his head. He grabbed at it and felt his body lurch. He dry heaved painfully until finally falling back. Blearily, he asked, “what…?”

“How long you been without coke?” Husker asked, pushing a cold cloth against his forehead. He swatted Angel’s hands away as he tried to shoo him off.

“Oh, fuck, you're talkin’. I dunno…I dunno,” Angel started to cry pitifully. “Don't touch me, I don't want it!” He sat up and held his head. It came in a hard wave, leaving him feeling dizzy and like the world was screaming.

“I'll be honest, Angel, I'm not a fan of coke. Not a fan of hard drugs…Alcohol’s done plenty to ruin me from my childhood onward…but it seems fucking stupid to quit cold turkey like that.”

Angel sat up fully and yanked the cloth from Husk’s hands to press it into his own eyes. He tucked his knees into his chest and hugged them with his other arms as he sobbed. “I don’t need you to fucking yell at me right now.”

Husk sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I ain’t yelling, and you know it.” He pulled his wing around to preen, tugging out loose feathers to keep his hands busy. “You’re lucky you’re already dead.”

Angel scoffed. He sat in the quiet, finally pulling the cloth away after several minutes. He leaned his head onto his knees and watched Husk in silence.

“So,” Husker said, voice soft, “are you out of stashes? Do I have to go out and dig some up for you?”

Angel rolled his eyes, but smiled to himself. “No…I got some. I got plenty.” He picked up a feather off the bed, turning it in his fingers. “But…I’m gonna crawl back to Valentino if I do it…My deal was for drugs, you know.” He tickled the back of Husk’s ear with it, enjoying how it made it flick back and forth. “I could have all the coke in the studio I wanted if’n I did whatever he wanted. I’d be a good little boy, and he’d give me a good little prize.”

Husk stretched out his wing and turned at the waist to continue his job on the inside. “I wondered why you were always over there if he could only fuck with you there…”

Angel dropped the feather again and scratched his palm. “I’ve only been able to go a couple’a days…it fucks me up so bad… I can’t help it. I can’t fuckin’ help that I ruined myself, and I’m so tired of it.” He slid his legs out and moved to sit next to Husker. He reached out, brushing his fingers against the other wing, pleased when Husk stretched it out onto his lap.

“Addiction’s exhausting,” Husker agreed. “I’ve had a half bottle this morning alone,” he admitted, turning his head to watch Angel’s hands gently pulling out old feathers. “You ain’t gonna hurt me. If they come out with a good tug, they’re meant to come out.” He grunted as Angel responded with a firmer touch.

“You could earn your own coke,” Husk offered, “but maybe it’s better to give it up.”

“Yea…I just…gotta get over it, I think…I can’t remember the last time I was sober. Definitely I was alive…it’s gonna be shit, these next couple’a days.” Angel smoothed his hands over the feathers. “I think I’m gonna have to find an outlet…a productive one. Distractin’.” He took a deep breath. “It’s probably the dumbest idea ever, but I think I’m gonna go see my family.”

“And you think that’s gonna make you want to stay off drugs?” Husk asked, incredulous.

“I mean, they all look like fuckin’ shit…might encourage me so I can stay cute as ever.” Angel giggled as Husk flapped his wing back, slapping him with the brunt of it. “I’m serious!”

“I couldn’t do it,” Husk said, folding his wings comfortably back into his back. He blushed as Angel pet down his tail, pulling the feathered end into his lap. “You got nervous fingers, you know.”

“I do. It’s why I carry guns on me.” Angel grinned, tugging on the feathers. “It gives me somethin’ to do. Makes me look hot, too.”

Husk sighed and leaned into Angel’s side, closing his eyes. “You gonna go see your family with guns out, then.”

“It’s the only way to see ‘em.” Angel hugged an arm around his middle, appreciating the warmth. “You wanna come? I could use some backup muscle to get them talkin’.”

Husk purred as Angel’s fingers worked into his fur. “Sure. I’ve done my fair share of interrogations.” He inhaled deeply, exhaling as he stretched sideways, taking Angel’s full lap with his torso. He tugged his tail away, letting it lazily flick onto the floor.

“Oh, yea, you seem really fearsome, actually,” Angel said, eyes wide as he quickly took advantage, petting Husk with all six of his hands. “I’m sure you’ll give them one look with those big eyes, and they’ll have to fuckin’ talk. Arackniss will be sure to tell you every little thing he knows.” He scratched at the base of Husk’s wings, internally screaming as it made his back paw kick.

Husk sighed and stretched his front paws out, a purring, kicking mess now. “Mmmhmmm,” he agreed.

Angel grabbed around with the one hand he could spare to find his phone and take a video. “Yea, I don’t know if he’ll actually have any info…but my dad probably will. If my ma ain’t a cryptic bitch like usual, I bet she’ll know even more.” He considered putting it off to spend the day rolling in bed with Husker, but his insides felt raw and itchy without the cocaine. It would be more satisfying to wait.

“Fuck, you’re so cute I could double die, Husker. You have no idea.” Angel couldn’t contain his squeal when Husker looked up at him with fat pupils. “Ugh, you’re such a little guy, I’m gonna explode!”

Husker snorted softly from his heart shaped nose and tightened his wings against his back. “Don’t call me that.”

“You don’t gotta be so sensitive about your height,” Angel teased, “I love me a short king.”

“I’m not,” Husker protested.

“You don’t care that you’re a cute little guy who makes Mommy feel so gooey inside?” Angel continued, tugging at his fur with several hands. “I wanna push you down and get all domestic, it’s drivin’ me nuts.--” He glanced down as Husk adjusted his hips farther on the bed. He took a deep breath, realizing the “problem.” It sent a wave of euphoric power through Angel’s stomach.

So this was why Husker hated when Angel pulled the Daddy schtick…or it was at least one of the reasons.

“Cuz Mommy just wants to give you a bath, and cut up your steak, and make you sit there as I dress you all cute and precious,” Angel rambled fast, saying everything he could think of as Husk’s nose blushed deeper and deeper. “I wanna push you on a swing and suck your dick until you’re such a mess I gotta carry you inside.”

“Enough!!” Husk pressed his face into Angel’s thigh. “Angel, stop,” his voice was pitiful.

Angel was breathless, and nothing had even happened. “Oh my god, I never woulda pegged you for having a Mommy kink. I mean I could. If you wanted.” He hugged his six arms under Husk’s arms and tugged him into his fluffy chest.

Now that Angel had Husk straddling his lap, it made him feel like a big shot. There was no way for the old man to hide. “Listen, Husk, I’ll dress however you fuckin’ want!! Polka dots? Big ole’ dresses and aprons? I’ll do my hair up all matronly and shit if it makes you feel the way you make me feel.”

Husk groaned into his chest. He inhaled sharply as one of Angel’s hands dipped lower, petting down his stomach. “Angel–” He choked on his words as Angel’s fingers slipped into the night shorts he was wearing.

“No,” Angel whispered into his ear firmly, “it’s Mommy to you, mister.” He felt a rush of excitement as Husker bucked into his touch.

Husk grit his teeth, trying to fight it only for a few strokes before gasping, “yes, Mommy,” he agreed. He whined and buried his face into Angel’s fur, purring noisily.

“You’re a good little guy, ain’t ya? You’re Mommy’s favorite. I can’t wait to play with this more someday.” Angel marveled at the length in his hand, fascinated by the texture as he stroked. It was definitely doing it for Husk, making the man writhe and mewl at his touch…Angel wished he felt well enough to handle a good fucking. He loved an animalistic dick down. “Are you gonna make a mess for Mommy to clean up?” He whispered daringly into Husk’s ear again, causing the desired effect to spill.

Husk clutched at Angel’s middle shoulders, breathing hard as his mind reeled.

“Holy fuck, Husker,” Angel praised, wiping his hand on his bedsheet. “I had you all wrong,” he whispered excitedly, “when you do me later, I’m gonna wear the mommy-est outfit I got-Ah!” He squealed as Husk shoved him back. “Not now, big guy!”

Husk was flustered, sitting on Angel’s stomach. “I’m not!” He huffed.

“God, you look like the angriest little boy right now,” Angel said, reveling in how his simple words made Husk squirm and bury his face into his paws. “I know your weakness now, Husker. Be careful.” He leaned up on his elbows, grinning.

Husk’s ears flattened, and he leaned down, flicking his tongue across Angel’s teeth. “Fuck off,” he said, climbing off in a huff. Husk stumbled slightly as his feet hit the floor. He bared his sharp teeth as Angel reached out to steady him.

“If I wasn’t so fucked up right now, I’d beg you to ruin me,” Angel assured him, making Husk bristle. “I’d beg. I’m so hot for you,” he promised, moving to the floor to hug against Husk’s back. “I’d do anything you asked just cuz you asked it,” Angel kissed the fur on the back of his neck. He knew Husker was melting by the purr rumbling through his whole body. “Anythin’ Husker.”

Husk took a deep breath, letting Angel hold him. It was humiliating in a delicious way.

“As long as you called me ‘Mommy,’” Angel couldn’t help himself.

“Please let me go get dressed,” Husk groaned, hiding his face again. “Don’t we got shit to do?”

“Yea, yea, fine, Babycakes,” Angel finally let him go. “But when it’s all done, I’m gonna spoil you…and you’re gonna love it.”

Husk turned and held Angel’s face in his paws. He looked at Angel’s beautiful face before kissing him. In moments, they were again a tangled mess of Angel’s arms around Husk’s small frame.

“You’re never gettin’ dressed, huh?” Angel wheezed, finally pulling away and standing.

“Shut up,” Husk checked into the hall before rushing out.

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #mymart #angel dust #husker #hazbin hotel husk #art #husk #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel #fanfic #til death do us part #mommy angel #mommyangel #husk is just a lil guy #lilguyhusk #mommy k!nk

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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heyyy i’m not saying we want but WE NEED a sequel to dad’s best friend!mark webber i have not been the same since, maybe them secretly continuing to hook up or maybe he’s picking her up from a party again aaahh i really do need it

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hi babe! it's not often that I get a request for mark so obviously I had to write this one <33 -- kinktober: dad's best friend + mark webber -- tw: age gap (reader is over 20!)

The sound of his phone blaring woke him up, his arm stretched out to find the phone without opening his eyes. "Yeah, hello?" He says when he finally finds it.

"Oh thank god you picked up." The person on the other side says and suddenly he's a little more awake. "Y/n? Is everything okay?" He asks, pulling the phone from his face to check what time it was; 4:15 in the morning.

"Yeah no, I'm at this party and I need a ride. Everyone else is drunk and I didn't drive, my friend did but I can't find her and I don't wanna take an uber cause it's late."

Mark was already out of bed, searching for his shirt in the darkness when he hit speaker on the phone. "Yeah I'm coming, send me your location and I'll be there soon."

You were sitting on the curb of what looked like a shitty frat house when Mark pulled up. He winds down the window and honks, you look up and get up when you see him.

It was pretty chilly outside and he tossed you a sweater when you get in the car. You drape it over your legs when you get in the car, "I'm taking you to my place, figured you don't want your parents finding you coming in, especially since you smell like a brewery."

"Yeah, thanks." You tell him, picking at the chipped nail polish on your finger.

The drive back was quiet, the windows were cracked a bit and the fresh air was sobering you up the rest of the way.

"I'll leave some clean clothes for you in the guest room," he says and he can't help but notice how you smile drops at the mention of the guest room.

"You're welcome to stay with me, if you want."

"Can I?" You ask and he hums, gesturing for you to walk towards his room. You sit on the edge of the bed as he digs out a shirt for you to wear. He hands it over to you and you get up, turning around and it doesn't need to be said, he knows; Mark reaches for the zipper on your dress and pulls it down.

His eyes fixed on you as the black dress falls to the ground and leaves you in your underwear. "I like those," he says, making his way back to bed.

You had already pulled the shirt on when you got on the bed. "Yeah, cute aren't they?" You chuckle, crawling up the bed to sit on his lap.

Mark's hand rests on your hip, rubbing it softly. "You're not tired, darling?" He glances at his phone on the nightstand, "it's nearly 5."

"Not really," your finger dragging down his now bare chest. "I've been thinking about you." You whisper to him and his brows furrow, "is that so ? When do you think about me?"

"Like when I'm touching myself," you mumble and Mark flips you two over, you're flat on your back looking up at him.

His hand wanders down between the two of you and your back arches, a little whimper slips past your lips when you feel his fingers push into you. "Can you do it like that?" He asks you quietly, watching as your face twists with pleasure.

"Mhm, only you can." You tell him, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist as he curls his fingers. You spread your legs a little more, squeezing his wrist.

"Mark, please," you breathe, eyes meeting his. "Please what darling ?"

Between the way he was looking at you and the way his fingers were moving, you were barely able to get the words out. "Fuck me," you mumble and he smiles.

"That's my girl."

#mark webber #mark webber smut #dad’s best friend

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nakamurastorrington · 10 months

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I've come to ur askbox bearing percybaster and also trans!al

Alabaster doesn't like swimming bc gender dysphoria so Percy makes it a mission to find a lil secluded spot in the forest that nobody visits and makes a lil pond type thing for them to swim in 👁👁

took some liberties by making the lil forest pond a lagoon cave thingy instead but here ya go hehe

The little cave is beautiful, with columned walls and jagged domes of limestone embracing the glinting turquoise waters, which are so clear that Alabaster can see the bedrock several fathoms beneath them no problem. Hanging over the cave's northeast side is an eye to the sky, letting sunrays provide them natural light as Percy beaches their little kayak on a flat area next to the mouth of the cave.

It's beautiful, and trepidation cloys in Alabaster's throat. Percy has just barely managed to hammer into his head that all this care wasn't just a way to somehow fatten Alabaster up before he's offered up to a slaughter for the gods. Now, it was just a question of whether said care was out of pity or remorse.

Alabaster likes neither option. Even moreso now that they would make his discomfort look very, very bad. He doesn't wanna be ungrateful.

"C'mon, Torrington! Get in!" Percy yells, whooping as he leaps in headfirst. When he surfaces again, the water rolls off tanned skin in rivulets. "It's the perfect day for a swim!"

"For you, maybe," grumbles Alabaster, toying with the bottom of his shirt. "Any day is a perfect day for you to swim."

"Tsk, don't be so hotheaded. The sun today is oppressive enough as it is."

"Well, don't put the fault on me. Contact your rhyming fucker of a cousin and tell him to tone it down, since you're so chummy with the family."

Still, Percy is right; the day is hot. The crevices of his inner compression shirt are uncomfortable with damp sweat, and the glimmering water looks horribly tempting. Alabaster settles for sitting down where the limestone drops off beneath the water.

Percy wades towards him. "Did I do something?" he asks.

"No." Alabaster slowly kicks out his shins, creating gentle whirpools underwater. "For once."

"What is it, then? Is this... Is this too much?"

"Is what too much? Talking like you sculpted this place into the ideal date venue," Alabaster scoffs.

There's a beat, and Percy awkwardly chuckles. "Not entirely. Just smoothed out the dangerous edges, put the skylight there, cleared out some sharp rocks... But the rest is natural. I just happened to find it."

When he receives no reply, Percy hoists himself halfway out of the water. Alabaster's face grows hot in a way that has nothing to do with the weather—and everything to do with the way Percy settles himself, sculpted forearms and lean torso and all, in the space between his legs.

Contrary to the seeming audacity of that move, though, Percy's next words are laced with uncertainty. "If I overstepped, I really didn't mean to. We can just forget about this and go back—"

Alabaster grabs the Camp bead necklace before Percy can continue, and the son of Poseidon settles. Then, seized by some strange urge, he flattens his palm against Percy's firm sternum.

"One day, when I'm not constantly at the risk of dying," he says, "I won't have to rely on the Mist or my binders anymore. I'll be able to handle being—being seen. Then maybe I'll swim."

Percy blinks at him. "Being seen by others? I can swim outside if you want privacy."

A bitter smile crosses Alabaster's face. "Some days, I can barely look at myself. Today's one of those days, apparently. Especially when you look like goddamn Little Merman, in your element and all. It's annoying."

"Oh. Sorry?"

"For fuck's sake. You were all too happy to give me a show, weren't you? Go on." Alabaster pushes him away with his fingertips, and Percy topples back into the water with bubbling laughs.

He wasn't lying; the next several minutes, he leeches off the contagion of Percy's joy. "Look at this weird seashell I found down there," "How long can you hold your breath, just dunk your face in—haha you look stupid underwater," "SPLASH FIGHT!" and Alabaster actually fucking indulges him. The last one in particular gives him an idea of how to use this place. Just so Percy's effort doesn't go to waste, of course. If there's one thing Alabaster can appreciate, it's a masterful use of one's powers.

That's all there is to it. Really.

"Hey, Jackson!" he calls out, getting to his feet. "Fuck you!" And predictably, Percy shouts it back and sends another mini-tsunami at him.

Alabaster grins. "Incantare," he mutters under his breath, so that Percy can't hear him, "Furit Mare."

Immediately, the wave erupts from the surface with a roar, reversing its momentum and crashing down on its original caster.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Percy's voice reverberates from underneath, and Alabaster smugly grins. The dark head pops back out. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Well, I figured," Alabaster replies, "if I can't fight you in your element, I'll just have to learn how to work with it to beat you."

"Oh, it's so on," Percy growls, commanding the water to raise him to his feet.

"Oh." Another incantation, and when Alabaster steps onto the water, the surface holds. "It is."

Note: "Furit Mare" roughly translates to... "The sea is raging" .... ? But I am no Latin scholar so I make no pretensions of expertise here HAHAHHA

#i loved this prompt #hope you like this lil smth hehe #percybaster #watermagic #al learning how to walk on water hehe #percy jackson #alabaster torrington #my ficlets #my asks #trans!alabaster

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dreamingdarklyblog · 7 months

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<Paradoxically, while i'm working hard on getting her to be more in touch with her sexuality and playing with herself even when alone, i'm also utilizing the carrot of orgasms being a lot more fun and fulfilling with me than they are on her own. This is an area where the stick is really not advisable, I find it's better to just turn the dial up so to speak and let nature take its course. Here we are a few months later, and she's starting to admit that she'd rather just wait to cum with me than do it on her own. It's not a natural process I want to push too hard, she has to be self-sufficient, but the idea that there is that little extra carrot at the end of the stick when dealing with me is just another chink in the psychological armor that I can use. Get someone horny enough and dangle a super orgasm in front of their face and you can get them to believe a lot of things.>

<She's also a private person. A VERY private person. Which clashes a lot with this blog, because this blog basically requires her to be open about her sexuality in a way that she often finds deeply uncomfortable. I've directly questioned her a few times on if she wants to continue, and she does, because she also finds it hot to share, but fights herself over it as well. A real catch-22. I've been working on wearing down her sense of shame and embarrassment when talking about these topics, but it's a really slow process for anything that isn't just a temporary change. I suspect this is one of those topics that i'll be waging a war against for the entire time we play together.>

#hypnosis #hypnokink #mind conditioning #mind control #brainwashing

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dead-boys-club · 2 years

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75, 76 and 102 for bonten mikey please 🥰

“You’re my everything.” “

I love seeing you smile.”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

a/n: attempts were made. i don't tend to write bonten mikey with too many romantic/softer things.

'You've been avoiding me.'

Looking through the dimly lit room, your gaze landed on Mikey, settled at the edge of the bed. He wasn't fully incorrect, you had been skirting around him the past week or so, not so much intentionally to upset him, but to think. You had been stuck in the past.

'I.. have been trying to collect myself,' was your answer, your excuse. 'I'm sorry if it bothered you.'

Humming lowly in acknowledgment, he shifted around before using his foot to push a small box further into the floor, clearly into your view. You frowned upon seeing it, wondering just where the conversation was about to go. The box held many things from pictures, notes, little gifts; all things from the past, a past that felt almost like it never happened with how things had changed.

'Are you regretting your decision to stay?'

Taking in a deep breath and sighing, you shook your head, unsure if he even noticed the movement. 'I don't regret staying.. I regret that we ended up here and I was able to change the fact,' you answered, shifting from your spot to move closer to him, 'I regret not being able to stop your pain and lead you on a different path.. but, I'll never regret staying.'

His foot tapped softly against the box as if he was thinking about it but was it a conversation he wanted to have? No, not really. Mikey didn't like reminiscing too often, nor did his mind really allow it. The past was the past and he wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't really in the cards to change anything at this point, so why bother?

Frowning to yourself, you moved to stand between his legs, hands coming up to cup the male's cheeks, thumbs rubbing gingerly over the surface. 'Just because I've been looking through old photos and things, it doesn't mean I don't want to be here. I haven't left yet, have I?'

The room fell silent again for a moment or two, proving just how much he was struggling with the topic. 'You haven't.. I'm hoping you never decide to,' he mumbled, moving to barely push against one of your palms. 'You're my everything.'

'What reason do I have to leave?' You questioned, pushing back light locks with a small smile, 'besides.. I made a promise to you.'

'That wasn't me.'

It was weird hearing those words but it confirmed the thought in the back of your mind. 'It has always been and always will be you,' you corrected, 'things change.. but, it will always be you.' Of course, maybe he wanted to believe in the difference just to disconnect the actions, you'd probably never know. Perhaps you were holding on to something that didn't matter anymore.

Looking away, he brought his hands up to rub his face before using them to cover it. 'Just because it's the same face, doesn't mean it's the same person.'

'Don't cover your face, I want to see you.' You carefully pulled his hands away and shook your head. 'You're still the same person who has to hold my hand anytime we leave the building.. you can't sleep unless you're holding my hand or I'm holding you,' you began, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead, 'You're still the same person I fell in love with, whether you realize or not.. I understand not wanting to.. but, some things won't ever change.'

He knew better than to argue with you considering it wouldn't get either of you anywhere and just looked up to you, eyes flickering a bit. You looked back into the darkness - the void that seemed to settle in those eyes - and offered him a smile. His eyes closed and his arms went around your frame, moving so his head could rest against you.

'I love seeing you smile.'

The words earned a soft, content hum from you. 'And, I love seeing you smile, as well.. you should keep that in mind.'

#tokyo revengers #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #tokrev hcs #bonten mikey #mikey x reader #tokrev mikey #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader

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prettypleaseinplnk · 7 months

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hello my lovely bunny! <3

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last ask- i see it's made you so eager to hear from me again. don't worry, you've made me sooo so eager as well with how needy you sound :)

i love the fact that you have no idea who i am, i wish i could take advantage of that- just show up in the same aisle as you while you're out shopping, not being able to take my eyes off of you as my mind wanders, just wondering how easy it would be to grab you and take you home with me..

this time, i'd lay you on your back, place a bar between your legs to make sure you're spread completely open for me, and tie your hands to the headboard. i'd start softly drawing letters on your clit with the tip of my tongue, spelling out my name and forcing you to guess. i know how desperate you get, but i'd have so much fun watching you nearly cry from how badly you wish i'd just let you fall apart in my mouth. you'd only have a few chances to get it right, so pay close to attention...

but this wandering mind problem you have would make this hard for you, right baby? don't worry, i can fix that for you.. i could smack you, but i don't think my hand is enough- if im going to train you to only focus on the feeling of my tongue edging you to no end, i'll need to replace that pleasure with painful smacks on your already aching clit. aww, did that hurt, my bunny? maybe you can figure out how to pay better attention next time, hm? i'd keep denying you pleasure until you're just a perfect doll with no space in your pretty mind for a single thought. oh how embarrassing, did that sting on your pussy make you more wet? god, seeing you like this would drive me insane.. i'd need to get my fix before i let you finish..

i'd untie you, remove the bar from your legs, sit in a chair across from the bed, and make you crawl to me. you'd look like such a desperate little slut on your hands and knees for me- now let's see how deserving you are. come and taste me, baby- show me how worthy you are with that pretty little mouth of yours.. i can only imagine the needy little moans you'd make and how the vibration would feel on my pussy. i know you'd be so good for me. it wouldn't take long before i'm gripping your hair to push your face down, burying it in my pussy as my body tenses and i cum. you'd clean me up like such a good little bunny, right?

oh it seems like you're dripping all over the floor underneath you- how pathetic, getting all worked up like this from pleasing a stranger.. unfortunately for you my pretty little toy, i think i'd want to see just how long i can keep you yearning for release now.. hours? days? weeks? i know how badly you want to be broken, and im sure this would be a fun way to do it, at least on my end. torturing you would be my favorite, my bunny.

-🫧

Hello 🫧, I’m so glad to hear from you again, that last ask got me so desperate!

Oh how I would love for that to happen..I would love to be out somewhere minding my own business maybe getting groceries or browsing items in a clothing store when suddenly you come up behind me, maybe you’ll grab my hips? cover my mouth with your hand? Whisper into my ear that I know you, and that I was made for this, whilst my brain scrambles to understand and figure out who you are.

I’d love to have you tie me up so I am completely at your mercy, my legs spread open, unable to move and revealing my cunt to you, allowing you to see how wet I am already just from what little you’ve done to me. I think even just having me spread out like that is enough to make me a mindless little doll for you…

And giving me the honour of being between your legs? Wow… I promise I’d be such a good little bunny for you, I’d be so eager to make you feel wonderful and get you to cum>.< So eager to bury myself in your pussy that my face would get absolutely covered in your slick, getting all messy just to please you. Would love to feel your legs shake around me and your pretty cunt pulse as you cum on my tongue it would feel so good, get me so wet and drippy.. it sounds so lovely.

Xx bunny

#bunnys anons #bunnys asks #needy bunny #🫧 anon #lesbian #nsft lesbian #wlw nsft #cnc free use

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scarletsaphire · 7 months

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Leslie Carilse was not someone Danny knew, but now he couldn't get her face out of his head. After all, its hard to forget the first person you failed to save.

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For Ectoberhaunt Day 5: Haunt Not happy with this one! Don't like it! Disappointed in myself! But you bet your ass its getting posted anyway.

Last week, Danny would not have been able to tell you who Leslie Carilse was if you offered him twenty dollars, and he could really use that twenty dollars. Now, he couldn't stop seeing her face. Pictures in hallways, on lockers, on the news. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see her face staring back at him, temple bleeding, eyes rolled back into her head, because he hadn't been fast enough. He hadn't been able to save her, no matter how much he tried. Danny had failed.

He'd barely been able to sleep that night, and the couple of minutes he managed were plastered with her face, a voice that didn't belong to her because Danny didn't even know what she had sounded like echoing his failures, cursing his name, cursing him. He'd turned his alarm off the second it started beeping, having been staring at it for almost two hours at that point. He'd stumbled through his morning routine, stumbled his way to school, and was now stumbling through the halls of Casper High.

Apparently he couldn't even get a reprieve from dreaming her face here, because there she was, pushing through the halls. Only something was off. She wasn't injured, like she had been every other time Danny had imagined her. She wasn't glaring angrily, or even looking angry at all. She just looked... confused? Maybe concerned or nervous, but definitely not mad. All she was doing was walking through the halls, weaving through the crowd of students towards Danny.

He felt the chill of his ghost sense in his chest, and he covered it with a cough on instinct. Tucker, who was next to him, sighed. "Need me to cover for you?" he whispered

Danny didn't look over at him. "I think this will be quick," he replied. He didn't bother waiting for Tucker's reply, taking off through the crowd of students towards Leslie. Once he got close enough, he grabbed her by the wrist. She was cold. Too cold.

Leslie spun around to look at him, relief clear on her face. "Oh thank god, I thought I was going crazy!" she said. "When I went to talk with Amalie she didn't even look at me, and Charlie ignored me, and then everyone was ignoring me, and I was so scared, I thought something had happened."

Danny took a deep breath. She didn't know. She didn't know, which meant that Danny had to tell her. "Can you come with me for a second?" he said, offering a small smile.

Leslie looked at him confused, glancing down at her watch. "But class is about to start?" she said. "And like. No offense, but I don't really know you, so..."

"I get that," Danny said. "But I really do need to talk to you. Your teachers won't mind. It's really important."

Leslie chewed on her bottom lip, thinking it over. "You know what, sure. Amalie is always telling me I need to live more on the edge and all that."

Danny guided her through the crowd, not quite invisible, but close. Just enough so that anyone who glanced through the crowd would see a person there but not enough to recognize who, or what they were doing. He didn't want to scare Leslie, not with everything she was going to learn.

He pulled her off into a classroom he knew was empty. When she saw the room she stopped, more nervous than before. "If this goes where I think it might be going, you better let me go right now, or I'll scream," she said, hovering next to the door.

Danny widened his eyes as he realized what it looked like. "Oh, um no!" he stammered, face flushing. "It's nothing like that. I'll stay over here if it makes you feel better, I just really need to talk to you."

"What about?" she asked slowly.

Danny answered equally slowly. "What do you remember from yesterday?"

Leslie's confused expression didn't change. "I went to school, had a chess club meeting, and...I walked home, I guess? I don't really remember."

"Do you know what happened on the walk home?"

"Not really? I guess I must've been a bit out of it, but its not like too much could've happened, right?"

"There was a ghost attack," Danny said.

Leslie scoffed. "Yea, there's always a ghost attack here, its not like that's big news."

"This one was different," Danny said. "Its the first and only ghost attack to result in a casualty."

"Oh," Leslie said. "That's awful. I'm sorry for your loss, but I don't really see how that affects me."

"It was on Meyers Street. A car hit a girl from our school. Around 5 o'clock."

Leslie blinked at him slowly. "I was on Meyers Street around five."

"Yes. You were."

"I don't understand. Are you saying I...?" She choked on the words, unable to get them out.

"That's why no one has been responding you today. They can't see or hear you."

Leslie stumbled backwards until she hit the wall, leaning against it. "No, no that doesn't make any sense! We see ghosts every day, they aren't just wandering the world as an observer, they're interacting, they're-" She cut herself off, looking up at Danny. "And even if that was how ghosts were, you can see me! You can hear me! What would that make you?"

Danny let his transformation wash over him without the lightshow, meeting her eyes as his turned green. "Also a ghost."

Leslie sunk all the way to the floor, staring blankly in front of her. "You tried to save me."

Danny froze. When she said she didn't remember the fight, he'd been hopeful that maybe he would at the very least be able to postpone this conversation. At this point he should know better. "I'm sorry I-"

"I remember you trying to save me," she interrupted. "I remember that everything hurt, and that you were cold, and I could hear... crying? It was you crying, wasn't it? You were so upset."

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," Danny whispered.

"I'm sorry you couldn't too," she said equally as quiet. "So, I'm a ghost. What now?"

"Now," Danny said, letting his ghost form fade back into human. "I have to get to class. You can continue hanging around the school, or you can explore Amity and get to know the ghosts that stay here. You can make your way to the Realms. Just don't end up on the wrong end of a Fenton anything."

"I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" Leslie gave him a small smile.

"Yea, I guess you will be." He returned the smile, and left the room.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #ectoberhaunt23 #eh magic #day 5

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jovanaa86 · 7 months

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The Pain of Durability

My whole life was based on knowledge. On being the smart ones in what has remained of the world.

Our society, the society of the city of Chicago had been divided in factions. Amity, Abnegation, Candor, Dauntless and my faction, Erudite.

I got all of them as a result on my Aptitude Test. A Divergent. A rarity, but they still exist.

And I was one of them.

However, no one can know that, not even my family. That's how I decided that I'm not gonna stay in Erudite.

I'd rather leave everything behind than lie to their face, every single day for the rest of my life.

When the Choosing Ceremony came the choice was easy, Dauntless. The rush of adrenaline that came with it was what drew me to it the most, even though I wasn't particularly brave. Or that's what I thought.

A week has passed. And now I was finally realizing what a mistake I have made.

The courage isn't a problem anymore, I'm brave enough to do a lot of things. It's the strength and the endurance that's a problem, but only at the moment. I can't let myself become Factionless. Hence why I'm awake so early today.

If I want to be above the red line, the only way my name can get there is if I work harder and train harder.

The training room was empty when I entered it. It seemed so hollow, unlike the rest of the day when it's filled with members of Dauntless faction and its recruits.

I've been training for an hour. Running, doing some durability exercises and hitting a punching bag. But I zoned out while doing it.

And before I noticed, my knuckles were bloody. I forgot to put wraps and gloves on. So when I looked at my knuckles, the skin there was torn and covered in blood. Yet, I continued punching.

My determination and ambition were driving me towards my goal and maybe slightly insane.

The pain hasn't faded away, it has just become more prominent in my train of thoughts. From which I was pulled by a voice behind me.

"Training hard?" Four asked.

"Well it's either that or I can join the Factionless," I turned around to face him. "Eat or be eaten kind of a situation."

I notice his smile growing smaller once he sees my hands. But I just wave it off.

"It's nothing." I say, putting on a fake smile.

"Lucy," My name comes from his lips like a whisper.

"Maybe you should take some rest, stop training for a bit."

"No way, I'm fine," I say and return to my new work out routine. "See, no need for me to stop."

But at the next punch I wince. The amount of pain being unbearable and making me sick to my stomach. Or maybe the nausea is there cause I didn't have anything to eat.

And now both Four and the lack of food were on my way to success.

Four looks at me, a look of concern all over his face.

"You're still feeling fine? Or are you ready to drop all of this bullshit and let me help?"

"Help how?" I asked, confused.

"For starters, no more training this really in the morning. So, breakfast first," He started speaking, but not without me interrupting him.

"Look, whatever you think, don't. Because I'm fine. And I don't need breakfast to be able to kick someone's ass and get my name above the red line."

"You know I'm right. It's all over your face that you're nauseous. So quit this whole charade and let's get you something to eat." He says sternly.

Even though it's not supposed to be that way, I find this side of him weirdly attractive and appealing to me. But I push those feelings away.

"Okay," I say. "I just need to clean and bandage my knuckles first."

"Fine, I'll help you. And don't even think about arguing with me about it." He says, and it's like he read my mind.

He leads me to what I assume is his room. I sit on the edge of the bed while he gathers everything that he needs.

"This is gonna hurt a little." He warns before cleaning my knuckles.

I have never thought I was gonna see Four be this caring, but here I am.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"It's nothing, you don't have to mention it." He answers.

"Yeah, well, it's really hard for me to ask for help. So if, by any chance, I look ungrateful, I'm not. That's all." I blurt out.

Four just gives me a nod, not saying anything.

After he finishes bandaging my injured hands, he tells me to stay there and get some rest.

Two weeks have passed, I'm standing in the room filled with other Dauntless recruits.

The day has come.

They're announcing who made it into the faction. And my name is there, above the red line.

An ear to ear grin spreads across my face and I just look at Four. Who's already looking at me. And I know that he's proud of me.

All of the pain paid off. Now I know for sure that this is my new home. And I also got a really good friend along the way.

It's the butterflies in my stomach that are a problem. And they haven't once left during this two weeks.

I guess they're even more durable than me.

#four divergent #tobias eaton #dauntless #erudite #factions #oc #divergent #whump prompt #ai less whumptober #bloody knuckles

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 8 months

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Evermore (Beauty and the Beast)

I was the one who had it all/I was the master of my fate/I never needed anybody in my life/I learned the truth too late/I'll never shake away the pain/I close my eyes, but she's still there

"I was not expecting a Beast song when I went to see this movie. And to have him sing about letting her go and what he’s giving up?! Obvious choice I guess but still, a powerful moment. I cannot listen to this one only once, I always have to play it back. It’s the ultimate “if you love her let her go” it’s the perfect “you don’t know what you have til it’s gone” it’s exactly “finally growing up, but perhaps too late” song. As much as I would prefer to relate to Rapunzel who was trapped in her tower, this song pokes at my mind asking if maybe I’m choosing to waste away in my lonely castle. There’s a whole world out there but he’s never embraced it and now he has had to give up the one person who might have made that world less scary. This song also inspired me to consider what future Beast is looking forward to now. How he has changed his visualization so much since Belle arrived. This song takes Beast’s single line from 1991 and improves our understanding of him infinity."

Anatomy of a Car Crash (Too Small The Limelight)

In ink, we'll write a tragedy/With players star-crossed and you'll read/About it late at night, and cry yourself to sleep/In fiction, lies push conflict/But in real life all they push are people to the edge/A teeter on the ledge

"^Forcing myself to stop there but the bridge of this song makes me insane and then it flows so well into the last chorus and and and...Not only is it a song about some nonspecific great tragedy, and it feels like it was tailored exactly to my tastes (seriously everything from the instrumental to the vocals to the lyrics is just PERFECT to me) but also it is SO OBSCURE. NOBODY ELSE KNOWS ABOUT IT. It was made by a (from what i can tell then relatively popular, but now Pretty Obscure) furry musician over a decade ago and im like. this guys most dedicated fan. Its not on any streaming services or even bandcamp i had to go digging through the internet to find a download link to the album its on. The lyrics arent anywhere so i had to try to transcribe them myself. but this song is SO GOOD and i. hrgrhrgr. song that makes me explode. and oc havers take heed because this song is so blorbo-able I guarantee I will be the only person to submit this song (unless one of my friends does or something) but im asking so politely. this song and the guy who made it HIGHLY deserve more recognition."

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #beauty and the beast #too small the limelight

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