#the key was a little harder than the necklace
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Fish Lips Part 1
Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader
Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread
Words: 2,858
Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,
Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||
Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.
Watching your father being stripped of his title of Olo'eyktan was painful for the family. You never would've thought that you'd be leaving your home, your people. You wanted to stay; you didn't want to leave. Why couldn't you just stay and fight as your mother said, you'd eventually have to fight anways. It was like losing a big part of yourself.
You said goodbye to your grandmother, you didn't want to leave her. You didn't want to leave anyone. You held your twin's hand, hoping to find some type of comfort. You let go of your sister's hand to get on (y/i/n), your beautiful Ikran, and you took one more look at your people and the Tree of Souls before flying off with your family.
You flew next to Kiri and had your last look at the forest before leaving it all behind.
The trip was long and quiet, barely uttering a word to each other the entire time. The storm that came was the only time you all really spoke to each other, making sure everyone was okay.
You arrived sometime during late morning of the second day and you couldn't hide your awe. The place was beautiful, nothing like your home in the forest. The clusters of homes in the tree's branches near the ocean side was extraordinary and beautiful. You glanced at Lo'ak who wore a curious face as well. Neteyam gave you a small smile with bright eyes and you all landed.
Kiri came over to help you off your Ikran, you insisted you could do it yourself but sometimes she was too much of a helicopter sister. When you got off your Ikran you walked alongside Neteyam, your sister moved to stand next to your mother.
" This is so cool." You whispered to Neteyam." You think they have Ikran's here?" He asked and Lo'ak scoffed." Dude look, we're surrounded by water there's probably like a really cool fish they use or something." You and Neteyam glanced at each other and giggled at Lo'ak who shrugged." I'm just using my brain."
" What brain?" Kiri chimed in, making you all giggle harder. Neytiri let out a small hiss in warning." Sh." You all immediately obeyed not wanting to agitate your mother any further and fell back into a silence as you followed your father forward into a group of people. They were different from you, they had a turquoise skin tone, their tails were smooth and flat, and they had what looked to be fins on their forearms and calves.
"Be nice." Your father said to you all." Be nice.' Neytiri repeated, probably aimed more at Lo'ak and you than anyone else. You began to feel uncomfortable with their stares, but you remained calm and looked around a little more.
A boy walked forward, he had on what looked like a tooth necklace and a boy followed behind him. The walked halfway around while you all greeted them, analyzing you, Neteyam, and Lo'ak.
" What is that?" The shorter boy said." Is that supposed to be a tail?" He laughed with his friend, and you barred your teeth a little at them. Neteyam pinched your arm and your hissed a bit at him. You did not enjoy them picking on your brothers. The taller one looked you up and down with a smirk as he continued to laugh.
You turned away from the boys to your brothers who were both looking over at the water and you turned your head to see a pretty girl coming out of the water. From the corner of your eye, you saw Lo'ak turn his head downward and you and Neteyam both looked over at him.
" It's too small, how are they supposed to swim?" The shorter one continued and the girl came over slapping the boys arm." Do not. Rotxo, Aonung." She scolded them, their faces fell immediately.
She sighed turning to us, you gave her a small smile in which she returned. Then her eyes shifted to Lo'ak who nodded his head up as a greeting with a smile on his face." Hey." He said to her and she giggled looking down.
You would definitely be teasing him about it later. A weird fish thing flew above you interrupting your thoughts, and you bent down a little, looking at the weird creature. The two boys walked away to the front, but still kept an eye on your brothers.
"Olo'eyktan." The man spoke, you assumed to be Tonowari the Metkayina chief walked over to your father. " I see you." Jake said and they greeted each other politely. We all followed suit and greeted the chief respectfully. As they were greeting a woman came out from behind the people and your father immediately turned towards her to greet her." I see you Ronal, Tsahik of the Metkayina."
" I see you Ronal." Your mother greeted as well and she shifted her gaze between your parents." Why do you come to us, Jake Sully?" He turned around to look at you all before facing them again." We seek Uturu."
" Uturu?" Ronal repeated, baffled by your fathers words, She looked to her mate and back at your father. " A Sanctuary for my family."
Ronal's ears went back, and she approached your father." We are reef people; you are forest people." Tonowari stated as Ronal analyzed you all." Your skills will mean nothing here." Ronal eyed you when she walked past you, especially at your wounds. You shifted your gaze away ears bending to show your embarrassment of being under her hard gaze.
" We will learn your ways." jake turned to Neytiri for her to agree." Yes.' Was all she said, and Ronal grabbed her tail, then Tuk's arms. "Their arms are thin." Ronal walked over to Kiri, grabbing her tail. Kiri let out an ow, pulling her tail from Ronal's hands." Their tails are weak. You will be slow in the water." Then she looked down at Kiri's hands and grabbed them.
" These children, are not even true Na'vi." The crowd began to mumble and Jake stared at Ronal as Neytiri watched in irritation. Kiri pulled her hands from Ronal's." Yes we are." She retorted, then she walked over to Lo'ak grabbing his hands and raising them for the crowd to see." They have demon blood!" She shouted and the crowd gasped, backing up.
Jake raised his hand in front of Ronal's face." Look. Look." He turned his hand for her to observe." Look I was born of the sky people and now I am Na'vi alright you can adapt. We will adapt, okay." He promised.
Neytiri stepped out in front of Jake, confronting Ronal." My husband was Toruk Makto and he led the clans to victory against the sky people." She glanced at Tonowari for approval who bent his head a bit in respect.
"This you call victory?" Ronal asked." Hiding among strangers?" An uncomfortable pause rung out through the air, and you watched as the two woman butt heads." It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one." Neytiri barred her teeth immediately getting into her space. Ronal hissing and stepping closer to her.
" I apologize for my mate she's-" Jake started and Neytiri interrupted. "Do not apologize for me." Jake ignored her and continued to speak." She's come along way and she's exhausted."
"Jake." Neytiri eyed Jake until she turned around and looked away from Ronal who was staring her down. Ronal turned away and placed herself next to her husband. Tonowari looked awkward and immediately tried to change the subject.
"Toruk Makto is a great war leader." He started and faced his people." All Na'vi people know his story." He raised his hands into the air." But we Metkayina are not at war." Tuk approached your fathers side, and he picked her up as Tonowari turned around to face Jake again.
" We cannot let you bring your war here.' Tonowari finished and Jake looked up at him." I'm done with war, okay. I just want to keep my family safe." He stated to both of them as Ronal approached Tonowari's side again. They shared a look, Ronal and Tonowari having a silent conversation between each other. " Uturu has been asked." Your mother stated holding Kiri's hand and looking up to meet Tonowari's eyes.
After a few beats of silence, she bowed her head and Tonowari turned to his people." Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as your brothers and sisters." He turned to Jake." They do not know the sea, so they will be like babies, taking their first breathe." You bowed your head in embarrassment your ears going back and your tail wagging in irritation.
You just wanted to sink into the ground, or better yet to just go back home. You mother had the same reaction, so you felt better that you weren't the only one." Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless." He emphasized useless, turning towards Jake and meeting his eyes.
Your father wasn't completely okay with the treatment but he dealt with it so you could all have a home." Okay what do we say?" He put Tuk down and placed his hand on her back shoulder. " Thank you." She spoke in relief while everyone else just mumbled a thank you.
You didn't even say anything, your ears still back. Jake turned your way, sending a scolding look your way. " Thank you." You grumbled and turned your head away as he faced forward.
Tonowari turned to the girl and boy standing next to him." My son Aonung and my daughter Tsireya will show your children what to do." Jake bowed his head in thanks, but Aonung wasn't having it." Father why do I-"
"It has been decided." He pointed a finger at his sons face and immediately shut down his tantrum. Tsireya stepped forward with a smile." Come I will show you our village."
You guys gathered your belongings and followed Tsireya, her brother and the crowd gone." Follow me." She said with a smile and she took some things out of Neytiri's hand." Let me help you."
"She's very sweet, I see why you're already head over heels for her." You teased Lo'ak who rolled his eyes." Am not." Neteyam ruffled his hair, almost dropping his things but quickly regained himself." When's the wedding?" He asked and you both laughed at him as his cheeks darkened." Stop teasing him you two." Kiri scolded you and you sighed.
You followed her onto the bouncy walking platforms of the houses nearby, which Tuk was having fun on." Tuk lets go." Kiri said and Tuk turned around from the creature she was looking and giggling at. You were the last in the line because of your ankle that still hadn't healed since your little adventure to the battlefield backfired immensely.
" You okay back there?" Neteyam asked as he glanced behind him." Yeah, my ankles just a bit sore is all." You sighed and he chuckled." Well, it wouldn't have gotten worse if your stayed with grandmother." You let out a small hiss at him." Whatever."
Tsireya stopped at the last house near the end and pointed into it." This is for you. Your new home." Jake entered followed by the rest of you." Yea this'll work. This is great!" He spoke, trying to be optimistic. Neytiri walked in with a huff, looking around and letting the rug she was holding fall. You all glanced at each other before getting to work.
You set down your things, going up to Tsireya ad bowing your head a bit." No need for formalities." She smiled and you nodded taking the things out of her hand." Thank you for your help today." You turned but was stopped by her voice.
" You're hurt." You turned around glancing a bit at your mother before meeting Tsireya's gaze." Uh, It's alright. I'll freshen up the patching after I'm finished." Nonsense, my mother has practice in healing." You looked to Neytiri again who glanced at Tsireya." Go on, (y/n)." You paused and looked at your mother who smirked at you teasingly and Tsireya ushered you to follow her.
" Where did you get those wounds?" She asked and you rubbed your head." A rock landed on it." She looked at you, zigzagging through the walkways to her house" And what about the one below your neck?" You shrugged." Do you always interrogate strangers."
Tsireya shook her head." No, I'm sorry I was just curious is all." You shook your head." I was just teasing you; you don't need to apologize." You gave her a smile and she giggled a little." Oh."
She led you into her house where her mother and father were talking to each other. They looked up and Tsireya stepped forward." Her bandages need freshened up and since they just got here and don't know where things are I thought you could help her mother." Tsireya explained and you stood there awkwardly under the gazes of both her parents.
Ronal had a suffocating and powerful aura, you felt like you would be crushed by her presence. Tonowari stood up and nodded." Of course, I will be back I need to be somewhere." Tsireya and you both bowed your heads in respect towards him and he gave a small smile before leaving.
Ronal got up and collected what she needed, walking over to you and grabbing your arm. It wasn't harsh but demanding you sit where she placed you." Sit girl, I must look at this wound first." She spoke, removing the poorly made bandages you had on your neck.
" When did you get this, it's still a bit fresh." She asked as she studied the stitching." Five days ago." You answered and she huffed." You should not have flown with a wound like this, it could've torn." She lectured you, and Tsireya peered over to look at it, holding tools her mother handed her.
" What is it from?" She asked as she mixed some ingredients together in a bowl." I was cut by a knife." You explained and Ronal glanced up at you before returning her eyes back to her work." By the sky people?" She pressed and you gave a curt nod." Dream Walkers."
She sighed mumbling underneath her breath, and she began to lather on the salve she was making onto your wound." You must be more careful." She was really starting to sound like your grandmother and Norm who lectured you the entire time they were patching you up.
" Yes, ma'am." The room was filled with silence as she finished up with the medicine and patching." Now your ankle." She demanded, gently but firmly pulling your leg from your crisscrossed position." No, it's quite alright, it's close to healing anyways." You gave an awkward smile at her, and she squinted her eyes at you.
"All injuries must be treated." Was all she said as she unraveled the wraps around your ankle. It was still a bit swollen and a big bruise cover most of the inside of your ankle.
She tsked, turning your foot to look at your ankle more." Why have you been walking, so stupid of you." She huffed, as she put some salve on it." Did this happen when you were cut?" You shook your head embarrassed by the lecture the woman was giving you." It happened a few days before that."
" My goodness child, you need to stay out of trouble." While Ronal's words came out harsh, you knew she meant it in a kind way. As she was finishing applying her son Aonung walked in, holding a basket of fish he most likely caught.
He sent you a glance, giving your wounds a once over. You didn't like him, your first impression of him was he and his friend making fun of you. Now you have to deal with him teaching you. Your ears went back a bit in irritation. and Aonung copied your actions.
Ronal noticed this interaction and eyed Aonung as he set down the fish." Where is your father?" She asked him and he shrugged." I think he went to talk to Jake Sully." You held in a laugh, it was funny to you how everyone thought Jake Sully was his name together, when it was just Jake.
Ronal saw the amusement on your face and cocked her head." What is funny?" You whipped your head towards her and gave an embarrassed laugh." Nothing, I was just thinking of something."
She looked at you for a little bit before turning to Aonung and standing up." You will walk her back." You stood up, your tail wagging in surprise." No, it's okay, I know my way back."
Ronal turned to you." You're confident for someone who has just been to our home once." Ronal grabbed Aonung's arm as he huffed and rolled his eyes. She hissed at him in warning, and he bent his ears back." Do so with no problems Aonung."
Ronal let go of him and ushered both of you out before going back to where Tsireya was sat watching your interactions. As you walked back the atmosphere was tense, he didn't turn to face you or even acknowledge you as he led you back.
You didn't mind, it gave you a bit of time to actually think about the move and how your life will be like here. When you arrived Tonowari had just finished talking to your father and you began to help your mother with finishing unloading.
#avatar#avatar the way of water#avatar x reader#atwow#atwow x reader#aonung x you#aonung#aonung x reader#x reader
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AhH thank you so much for gifting us wriothesley content🐺🐺!!!! I really wish to see his drip marketing soon 😭🙏I cannot forget your idea of him being the big bad wolf with the little red Riding Hood fem reader ever since I saw u mention it--- it is it possible if you give us some more details on the idea? Did he want to eat her at first? Does he want to start a pack w her?? I have so many questionss
it makes me happy to know you like my headcanons🥹 same about the drip marketing. hoyoverse please give us something ! any crumbs will do😫 oh gosh i havent thought that much about the wriothesley x red riding hood! reader yet hmm but if i had to give some ideas:
headcanons below ~warning: a bit suggestive~
Pre-relationship headcanons:
the reader is this innocent little thing who is so sweet, kind, is good with animals and kids, and runs a bakery/cafe which is what caught Wriothesley's eye in the first place.
he had been at your shop before for some tea and knew you were the owner and you've seen him a few times in your shop, but you two had never really spoken.
in my headcanons, i see him as a gentleman so he's usually polite to anyone unless he knows you're a bad person/criminal
one day, he saved you from a couple of criminals who were bothering you. thats when you two finally spoke to one another. you were thanking him profusely for saving you. it would probably be too cute to him so he blushes a bit from how cute you are and gives you a slight smile saying its no big deal.
a few days pass and you find out where he works so you visit him to give him some homemade muffins as a thank you. this would cause the man to become more smitten with you.
even though I see him as not really being a sweets person, he'll eat your treats since you're the one who gave it to him. i mean, what kind of gentleman would he be if he let your treats go to waste.
after this, he would visit your shop more often just to see you and of course have some tea.
you guys would enjoy having conversations with one another and this would become a daily thing.
You would learn his order by heart, already having it ready when you knew he would show up soon. he would notice this and it would cause him to fall harder for you.
You guys would start off as friends of course but it would develop into something more as you got to know more about one another and spend more time together.
He would be the one to ask you out first and you say yes ofc. (he thought you looked so cute when you said yes and it made him happy !)
ofc it was an amazing first date ! he'd go a little bit all out. its your first date after all and its for you so he has to make a good impression ;)
Some relationship headcanons:
once this man falls for you, he falls hard (wolves mate for life)
always kisses your hand !!! he doesnt do that much pda except for that, a hand around your waist, a kiss on your head. he prefers more behind closed doors *wink wink*
When people see him showing affection towards you tho, they get shocked cuz those who don't know him think he's a bit of a scary dude based on his appearance and seeing him with an adorable, innocent s/o is surprising to them.
tea dates ofc
he's playful so playful bites/licks occur often and teases you
he loves hearing you laugh and smile. makes his heart race !
SOOO PROTECTIVE!
he has to protect his cute little innocent, kind darling, can you blame him🥺
he'd be like low-key possessive.
what i mean by that is by marking you. ofc with bite marks during your love making sessions but i could also see him gifting you a necklace with a crescent or symbol that symbolizes him.
it shows others that you're his and hands off!
or imagine its a little red hood that has his symbol on it and matches his cape ahhhh! that'd be so cute!
adding on to that, he's not really the jealous type because he knows you're his but when he sees you giving someone else more attention than him, he might get a little needy.
he just wants his little red riding hood to give him all of their attention and love
please play with his hair and give him scratchies
wouldn't be overly clingy but will hang around you a lot when he can like. like he has to be touching you in a way aka hugging you, you sitting on his lap, etc. or just having you near him while he works is enough
he's gotta make sure you are reminded daily that he loves you
he would be a little bit of a worry wart when he's not with you, always wondering if you were okay
HE IS DEVOTED TO YOU! he would do anything for you maybe even break the law for you👀 he is whipped
a family man
he would for sure want to have a family with you !
would probably want a big one (going off on the fact that wolf packs are usually around 6-10 members from what i read)
Sigewinne is already your guys' child. Its important for you two to get along and you do.
When he sees you two getting along, it makes him so happy !
his thoughts often lead to thinking about you two having a family of your own one day (sorta makes him feral🫣)
he would be the one to bring up the topic when the time is right.
if you said yes, he'd be happy and probably take you right there omg🤭
if you're not ready, he would be understanding, but if you're willing, you could always 'practice' until the time comes ;)
overall, 10/10 boyfriend
i hope i didn't ramble too much. maybe i'll make a series out of this. i hope this answers your questions anon. have a wonderful day!🥰❤️
#wriothesley#wriothesley headcanons#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact x reader
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fake dating au jordan when you reveal your feelings to them for the first time….!!!!!!! you’re starting to have a harder time keeping your feelings for them a secret because everything is starting to feel so so real. after one too many drinks at a party you end up leaving them a lengthy voicemail where the “i love you” just slips out, but jordan’s so nervous to let somebody in and get too close. they wanna love you the way you deserve but they’re so scared to lose you :(
stop the potential angst,,,,, because they dont acknowledge it. and your memory is fuzzy and you dont know if its a dream or if it actually happened, and you're going a little insane not knowing if you spilled your guts or not and jordan is as cool as ever. then that starts to hurt, because you're becoming more sure it was real, you did drunkenly confess your love, and they just dont care. or they're letting you down easy. so you start to stew and get quiet. by the time you're alone with jordan you're a ball of nerves and you just - throw yourself on their bed dramatically.
"god, just do it!!" you moan into their pillows. they have the softest fucking pillows. "reject me so i can kill myself and move on."
jordan just slowly toes off their shoes, takes their time putting their keys up, shouldering their jacket off. the bed dips as they sit above you against the headboard.
"I'm not rejecting you, you fucking weirdo." they knock their knee against your head. "come up here and talk to me. you've been pouting all day and its fucking with me."
you crawl over to them, but stop short to burry your head in their stomach, wrap around them like a koala - or a sloth. some cute creature that seeks and needs warmth.
"m'not pouting." you pout.
you feel their hand drop down on top of your head, ringed fingers carding through your hair softly. "so," they start. "someone got a little drunk last night."
you groan. "god. do we need to talk about it? i already said everything.... and you didn't. didn't call me back. or mention it all day. so its fine. lets just forget it."
they tug on your hair, you wince, they have it fisted enough to pull your head up so they can look at you.
"you fucking dropped an 'i love you' on me, dude. i needed time to process that shit." their pearl chain necklace shifts as they play with it, "I'm not fucking rejecting you though, so calm the fuck down."
they press their thumb to your bottom lip, till it drops open for them, "stop pouting."
you pout more. "so. you're not leaving me?"
rolled eyes. "no." but then they look down at you, serious. "i dont - i dont know how I feel about you. but you're not someone i can just toss aside like nothing. you're important to me. okay?"
it does sting a little, to not hear the words back but you know jordan is scared. love is a big deal for them - its not something they can just hand out. you know you're already more important to them than any other situationship they've had before.
"okay." you tell them.
#ask#jordan li x reader#little do u know they ARE in love with you they are just emotionally stunted
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Tear-Filled Noncon (Mutual!)
it's a working title, I'm bad with titles
Continuation of this idea
TW/CW: because this is a continuation of the previous noncon idea, a lot of the same warnings will apply. Rape/Noncon, intimate whumper, obsessed whumper, domestic violence (including brief head trauma), some degradation, inner thoughts that go a bit dark. If I missed anything, pls let me know!
He turned the key slowly in the lock, opened the door as quietly as he could, and closed it equally as carefully behind him. Whumpee’s eyes swept over the living room. The apartment was quiet and dark, dimly illuminated only by the city lights in the window. More importantly, the door to the master bedroom was closed, with no light peeking out from underneath. Whumpee sighed in relief; he’d gotten away with it.
The next breath caught in his throat as he was body-slammed into the door. A large hand pinned both wrists above his head when he tried to defend himself from the unseen force. The other hand yanked his head back by his hair, eliciting a surprised yelp of pain. “Where were you?” a warm breath hissed in his ear.
Whumpee squirmed under his master’s punishing grasp. “I-I can explain-”
“Like hell you can!” The hand in Whumpee’s hair drove his head forward and smashed it against the door. Sharp pain unfurled in the back of his skull as stars danced across his blurry vision. “Your curfew is midnight at latest, and it’s nearly two in the morning,” Whumper's angry voice thundered past the incessant throbbing in his head. The hand on his wrists tightened into a bruising grip. “So tell me-” Whumpee cried out in pain as the hand in his hair pulled harder. “Where were you?”
“You’re hurting me!” Whumpee gasped.
“Well you’re hurting me!” Whumper let go of him at once, only to throw him to the floor of the entrance. Whumpee landed hard on his side. He reflexively tried to curl into a ball to protect himself, but within moments the man had flipped him onto his back to better climb on top of him. A loud ripping sound punctuated Whumpee’s whimpers in the darkness as his shirt was torn clean in two. “Coming home late at night, with no regard to my rules, and smelling like a cheap motel –wait…” Whumper’s eyes zeroed in on a necklace of hickeys that rested on the young man’s collarbone. He slapped him, once, then twice, then again. “Who gave you those hickeys?” Slap! “Who were you sleeping with?!” Slap! “Well, answer me, whore!”
Whumpee shook his head, the tears streaming down his face as he continued to beg for mercy. “Clearly you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” Whumper huffed. “No problem, this just means I’ve got to remind you!” He brusquely unbuttoned Whumpee’s pants and pulled them and his boxers down the young man’s trembling thighs. Whumpee’s pleas of “no, no, stop, please, stop” went entirely ignored as he was flipped onto his stomach. His begging took on a frantic pitch as his body started visibly shaking. He’d never been taken from behind before, and this new position made him panic.
“You don’t deserve to be fucked like a person, so you’ll take it like the wanton little bitch you are!”
“No, no, stop, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, no, I’m sorry!”
“Shut up!” Whumpee wailed as his hips were wrenched up from the floor and Whumper entered him without any prep or lube. The man was not gentle, far from it. Quick, desperate thrusts punctured him deeper than he was used to. It was the roughest he had ever been with him, unquestionably, feeling less like having sex and more like being torn in half. Stubbornly enough, Whumpee’s body reacted to these more intense sensations all the same, especially when the man on top of him continuously slammed into that sweet spot inside of him.
“Look at you,” Whumper commented derisively, a hint of bitterness in his gravelly voice. “Hard as a rock already, you slutty thing! You’d be happy with just anyone’s cock inside your ass, wouldn’t you?” Whumpee’s cheeks colored in shame as a shaky moan interrupted his pleas. “But you shouldn’t be; you’re mine!”
He felt a thin, warm fluid trickle past the cock pummeling his hole. The man above him crushed him further into the carpeted floor. “I own this ass, and it is mine to fuck,” he screamed, “you got it?! No one else’s, just mine!”
He didn’t have to see behind him to know he was bleeding. At least it makes Master’s thrusts a little less painful, he thought. That feeling of morbid relief alone made him cry even harder. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Why am I not enough for you?!” Whumper’s voice wavered with emotion. His angry thrusts turned sloppier as he continued. “Damn it, and damn you! I gave you everything you could ask for; I gave you everything you could have needed! I fed you, clothed you, made you into the man you are today, so why?! What are they giving you that I’m not?!” The man’s voice caught on the last question. Whumpee felt small wet drops of liquid fall onto the nape of his neck. Tears? He realized with horror that Whumper was crying as he was raping him.
“M-Master, I-I’m sorry, please-”
“I said, shut up!” He pulled Whumpee back by the hips until he was flush with the older man’s pubic bone, burying himself to the hilt and spilling deep inside him. They stayed in that position for an uncomfortably long time. Suppressed sniffling sounds filled the entryway, and Whumpee knew they weren’t all coming from him. Whumper eventually pulled out, leaving his hole gaping and obscenely oozing cum. He settled on the floor next to Whumpee and repositioned them both onto their sides. “I love you, boy,” he murmured as he pulled him closer to spoon him. “I don’t enjoy hurting you, boy.” The tension gradually left Whumpee’s body as he accepted the forced cuddles. The man planted a kiss on the back of his ear, right above the barcode tattoo that marked him indelibly as property. The kiss was wet and tinged with sadness. “So why do you make me hurt you?”
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Because what we do –no, what you do to me- is not supposed to feel good. How could it feel good? I didn’t want it, I don’t want it, and I will never want it, so why does my body betray me every time? What if it’s because you’re right? What if this really was my true purpose? To be nothing more than a pair of holes to fill and a body to break under yours? What if I am all those names you call me because I think this feels good?
And, what if I act out, do all the things I know will test your patience and make you rough and uncaring so that it finally hurts? So that it finally doesn’t feel good, and I don’t have to ask if my body and my mind are on the same page about me being violated? What if that’s why I make you hurt me? Would you stop? Would you hurt me more? Would it even matter?
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That is everything Whumpee wanted to say. Instead, through a throat ripped raw from screaming, he rasped, “I don’t know.”
#oh my god this took a hot second lmao#whump#whump prompt#whump writing#intimate whumper#whumpee#whumper x whumpee#nsfwhump#tw rap3#tw noncon#tw domestic violence#tw head trauma#tw degradation#no beta we die like my protestant upbringing
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The Wolf and the Fox: Part 2
This chapter is a teeny bit spicier than the first. I hope you enjoy reading it because, as always; I had a great time writing it. Please give me all the fluff. I really love it when writers treat strong female characters softly, especially as a woman who is heavily involved in bodybuilding. Cheers! 18+ only. Violence and sexual content.
While Abby may not rank you among her top three favourite people, she walks you home after your track date and she doesn’t ask for her jacket back even after the heatwave of the stadium halls strong-arm you into unzipping it. Truthfully, the two of you become too engrossed in debating the coolest places you’d explore if you weren’t bound by obligations to the WLF, imagining yourselves as carefree wanderers.
“I hear you, but I still think a ghost town somewhere overseas takes the cake,” you say, fumbling for your keys. “You need to think bigger.”
“Every place is a ghost town, though. That’s what I’m trying to explain. I can drive you fifty miles in any direction—boom! There’s your ghost town. You’re welcome.”
The conversation becomes more intriguing as you approach your door, forcing you to decide between lying about where your suite is and walking until you run out of things to say—or fess up to her after you’ve gone too far and need to turn back.
You fiddle with the zipper, twirling it between your fingers, while she shoots a curious sideways glance at you. Slow down or keep going. Stop or keep going.
“It’s just that we’ve never been to say—Japan or India—and the beauty of the landscapes and architecture alone makes your idea look like a macaroni necklace in a museum.”
“Have you even been to a museum?”
“No, but it’d still shock the hell out of me to find a macaroni necklace.”
There’s this funny thing she does when she’s really frustrated and confused - her hands fly up to shield her eyes, and she ends up doing a spontaneous half-turn, facing the other way.
“I can’t stand you.”
“Bye!” you shout.
You’re trudging along, not knowing where you’re headed—probably some random old lady’s doorstep where you’ll scare the living daylights out of her by pretending to walk in—when Abby wrenches her arm around your neck and yanks you into her.
“So, tell me why my idea sucks, then,” she says.
“Abby, you said Costco.”
She ruffles your hair and gives you a playful push, letting you find your own footing instead of stumbling into hers.
“Right. So, basically, a museum for weapons, food, and probably Lego—but okay. Totally lame.”
“Is that all you care about? Food and guns?” you tease.
“Have you seen me?” she chuckles, playing with her fingers in lieu of her missing jacket cuff.
She directs her focus to her feet, and a small, lopsided smile forms on her lips. A calm silence envelops you before you realize you’re probably making it harder for her to self soothe.
“Oh, sorry. Here,” you say, taking off her coat.
She casually shrugs, leaving you awkwardly clutching it between you.
“Hang onto it for me. It’s too hot in here,” she says.
She’s right, it’s sweltering inside and you’re certain you’ve likely drenched it with your sweat. It might do some good to let the thing air out before she slips it back on.
“Is that really where you’d go?” you ask, hoping the change of subject will ease the knot twisting in your belly.
You’re not convinced. Behind Abby’s eyes, there is a depth you can almost feel, despite knowing very little about her. It stirs a desire to get to know her further and to release some of the preconceived notions you’ve taken on.
Her soft gaze turns to alarm as she fixates on your thigh. Your body tenses as her hand moves closer.
“Are you hurt?”
Before you remember your thievery, you pause for a moment to connect the dots.
“Cherries,” you say, explaining the stain before she panics and drags you to the infirmary. “See?”
You reach into your pocket and pull them out, all except one squished beyond recognition, and present the jumbled mess to her.
The juices spill through your fingers, running down your wrist in a deliciously sweet stream. Hurriedly, you slurp at the sticky liquid to prevent it from slipping down your forearm to stain her coat.
“Why do you have cherries in your pocket?” she asks, as she plucks the only redeemable one from your palm and pops it into her mouth.
“Found them in the gardens.”
Humming softly, she swallows the fruit, her wicked grin widening as she spits the pit back into your outstretched hand.
“You’re disgusting,” you groan.
“And you’re a bad girl,” she says, gesturing to a nearby garbage can. “I should report you.”
“Technically, you’re an accomplice,” you point out, scraping the remains into the bin. “I’d think twice about that.”
You hold your ruined hand away from your side until you can get home to wash it.
“I ate the evidence. I’m covered,” Abby says.
With her perceptive wit, you can’t help but revel in her antics, filling the hallways with your shared laughter as you swap tales of the countless stealthy misdeeds you’ve both accomplished throughout the years. Isaac has given her far more reprimands than you would have thought possible for someone of such a high rank.
“This is me,” Abby sighs, her hand resting on the doorjamb as she comes to a stop in front of her place. “I figure since you’re being all secretive about where you live, one of us needs to call the shot.”
When she gazes at you, tongue mirthfully peeking between her lips, your cheeks burn.
“I’m not being secretive.”
“No?” she asks, her voice filled with mischievous skepticism. “Do I need to get you a compass?”
“You saying I’m lost?”
Her long, taut body flexes against the doorframe, and it makes your mouth go dry. The rough and tumble demeanour she exudes completely fades as you take note of how stunning she looks in a baggy shirt and sweatpants. Given the way her eyes languidly rake over you, it’s impossible for her not to notice your admiration, causing your flushed face to become even hotter.
“Do you want to come in?” Abby asks.
To ensure your well-being, and for no other reason, it wouldn’t be awful to have a sink for handwashing. Perhaps some water to guzzle, mostly to avoid collapsing from sudden dehydration when returning to your barracks. It’s enjoyable to be in her company, and it’s a relief that the animosity has dissipated. But the longer she studies you with those intelligent blue eyes, the harder it becomes to control your senses.
When Isaac forced you together, you suspect his intention wasn’t for you to swing the pendulum all the way over.
“I should get home,” you say, loathing the words the moment you hear them out loud.
“Bummer,” Abby whispers. “Next time, then.”
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In the kitchens, there is a flurry of activity as the news of a potential treaty between the Fireflies and the WLF spreads. Abby hasn’t come by to harass you for a few weeks, and you hope it’s because Isaac has her swamped with work, not because she’s purposely avoiding you.
You can’t even fathom the darker possibilities that arise from her absence.
No one in your circle has deliberately made efforts to find her, but if you’ve been going to the track every night after work hoping to bump into her, or discreetly seeking her out every time you finish a set in the gym, it’s something you’ll take to the grave.
Abby’s bomber jacket hangs forlornly on a hook by your gym bag, the sharp tang of freshly cut pine hitting your nose at the end of each day. Just thinking about wearing it around the compound makes your stomach churn, but you find comfort in having it around. In the off chance it makes her uncomfortable running into you with it on or it fans the flames of the rumour mill, you have committed to abandoning the garment by the door for now.
“I’ll take a hundred blueberry pancakes, please.”
The mess hall is now devoid of any occupants, save for the colossal tower of pots and pans awaiting your diligent scrubbing, enabling Abby’s gravelly voice to travel across the kitchen unimpeded.
“Strange,” you blurt exuberantly, pretending not to see her powerful form in the entryway. “I swear I heard a voice asking me for pancakes, but I just don’t recognize it!”
“Oh, I see,” she chuckles, her eyes sparkling as she moves confidently into your personal space. “We’re twelve years old now and Abby’s a spooky ghost.”
Your lips press together painfully, concealing a smile that threatens to break free.
“You have been gone a long time,” you say.
The sink is on the brink of overflowing with suds as you scramble to turn it off. The never-ending cycle of dirty dishes continues as you reach the third round. Armed with a scrub brush, you start chipping away at the grime.
Abby joins you with no hesitation, despite the exhaustion reflected in the dark circles under her eyes.
“It’s okay if you missed me,” she teases while rinsing a pot and splashing both of you with soapy water.
“If you didn’t spill more water on the floor than on these dishes, I would miss you even more.”
After placing the pot on the drying rack, she reaches for the next one.
“So, you did miss me, though?”
You shake your head, amused by her youthful pestering, and pass her another pan to rinse.
“I think I liked you better when you were mean to me all the time.”
You’re kidding around, but this joke seems to hit a raw nerve with her, unlike the others. Setting the next few dishes onto the rack, she lets out a discontented sigh and leans her back against the sink.
“I still owe you a proper apology for that.”
“You really don’t. I’m just messing with you. It’s water off a duck’s back.”
Abby’s fatigued disposition is visible as she fusses with the hem of her shirt, her posture hunched. Seeing her yawn, one that engulfs her whole body, you decide to send her home to get some much-needed rest.
“Will you come by when you’re finished here?” she asks.
“Tonight? But you need to sleep.”
With a tender plea, Abby reaches out and gently guides your wrist towards her, tracing the ridges of your damp hand with her thumb.
“Just wake me up, okay?” she murmurs. “There’s something I want to show you.”
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When you finally arrive at her door, it dawns on you that it’s late and she might still share the place with a roommate who values a solid night’s sleep more than she does. For a solid two minutes, it prevents you from knocking, leaving you loitering outside. Once you summon the courage, you’re wound up like a spring. Your soft knocking is so faint that only someone with supersonic hearing could detect it, making matters worse.
A voice behind you nearly sends you through the roof.
“She sleeps like the dead,” Manny says, waggling his brows. “Do it like this.”
The force of his thrashing is astonishing, making you wonder how the door holds up against such abuse. For the sake of her neighbours, you feel an instant sense of remorse.
The door opens and Abby emerges, dressed in only her boxers and a sports bra. While she’s still half-asleep and rubbing her eyes, you entertain the idea of slipping away to conceal the restless energy bubbling up inside you. Manny is the first person she spots, and she immediately fixes him with a withering glare.
“You live here, asshole. Where’s your key?”
Manny sucks his teeth at her and jerks his thumb at you.
“Someone needs to teach your squeeze how to enter the dragons’ lair. Shame on you, leaving women in the hallway for me to rescue.”
As soon as her eyes lock onto you, they widen in surprise, instantly jolting her awake.
“There she is,” Manny snickers, shouldering past Abby and into their apartment. “It’s a miracle you’re able to get any action.”
Abby blushes from head to toe, squeezing her eyes shut at his comments, as she bashfully welcomes you into her home. You’re still reeling from the echoes of Manny’s noisy commotion in the hallway, making it hard to focus on anything he says or to fully appreciate how adorable Abby looks in her disheveled state.
As he shoves some belongings into his duffle bag, he continues, “I had no clue this was your thing, cuñada. Are you my competition now?”
“Stop talking,” Abby groans, glancing at you apologetically. “I thought you were gone for the night. Did your chick boot your ass out again?”
While they argue, you take advantage of the distraction to observe your surroundings and gather your bearings. Large windows undoubtedly invite ample pools of natural light inside during the day, complementing the open layout. Resembling a cluster of distant stars, the stadium lights glow in the night, saturating the room with a pleasant, amber shade.
Abby has spruced everything on her side of the room, except for her bed, which is cozy and rumpled. Above, she has meticulously organized her books, and you’re delighted to find a harmonious mix of romance novels. Nestled next to her pillow, one book in particular catches your attention.
“Have fun, ladies,” Manny says as he goes, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.
“I’m so fucking sorry about that,” Abby winces. “He’s actually pretty chill once you get to know him.”
“It’s fine,” you say, plopping down onto her mattress. “What’s this?”
On her bedside table, a stack of polaroids waits to be flipped through. She nods at you to pick them up and see for yourself.
The first shot captures a sun-drenched beach with boats lining the shore and log cabins in the background. The second is a medical bay, stocked to capacity, a fully equipped haven for healing.
“Who’s this?” you ask, holding up the next photograph.
“That’s Mel and Owen’s rug rat,” Abby says, giving your leg a quick squeeze. “She’s pregnant with their second one, if you can believe it.”
“How whimsical,” you croak, slipping the photo to the back of the stack.
Abby tries to conceal her amusement by averting her gaze, but neither of you can help but break into chortles at your pettiness.
The rest of the shots showcase a community that is unfamiliar to you, yet it appears to be thriving and operating smoothly. As you look closer, you notice the intricate patches on their clothing.
“Fireflies,” you say.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“The rumours are true, then?”
With a tired smile, Abby rises from her spot to grab drinks for the two of you.
“There’s this thing Isaac wants me to attend,” she calls out from the kitchen. “A gala or some shit like that. Mingling with the rival to make nice and whatnot.”
“But those are your people.”
“My people are here,” she says, handing you a cup. “But the fewer groups he expects me to fight, the better. I don’t know how much of that I have left in me.”
With her old group rising from the ashes and becoming a formidable force, the pressure she’s under is beyond comprehension. It’s impossible to imagine that she hasn’t contemplated reuniting with them.
“Gotta run it by Isaac first, but I was hoping you’d come with me.”
Throughout the years you’ve lived under the WLF, there hasn’t been a single event even remotely resembling a gala. In an effort to prevent morale from completely fading, they hold markets for a week during the summer, providing a casual setting for people to gather and trade. Last year, they treated the crowd to live music for a few hours, adding a delightful twist to the event, but they tasked you with security detail, anyway.
“You’re asking me to be your date?”
“Something like that,” Abby grins.
“I feel like we’re going to give Isaac a freaking heart attack.”
“Lucky us.”
It is more distressing to think of her being taken in by the Fireflies than to avoid her at the stadium and still have the knowledge that she's nearby. It’s selfish, but it’s niggling at you. She's convinced she won't want to go back to them, but what happens when she sees their community firsthand?
“So, doing a little light reading before bed, are we?”
Even with her sleep-tousled hair and wrinkled clothes, she maintains an impressive level of composure as she grasps the significance of your findings. It’s not the content of the literature that surprises you, rather the smuttiness of it. When it comes to lesbian reading material in the FOB, the one that she holds dear before falling asleep is the most enticing you can think of. You’d be open to indulging in a thorough exploration of her theories on it.
With a shy sweep, Abby moves her hair to one side, baring her neck. While toying with the chain there, she inadvertently drifts to her collarbone, running her fingers along the hard dips and smooth curves.
“That usually goes under the bed,” Abby laughs nervously. “I passed out so quick when I got back. Are you freaked out?”
“No, not at all. That’s um—that’s right up my alley,” you say.
With a gentle bump, her knee meets yours, and she keeps it there. Even Abby’s prickly calves are so lovely that they send a frenzy of flutters through you.
“I wish you would’ve told me when everything went down with Owen.”
You considered it. But the gossip circulated too rapidly, and you had kept it to yourself until then. It didn’t feel like the right time to pour out your heart, especially if everyone would assume you were lying to preserve your reputation or something equally awful.
“Would you have believed me?”
“I really hope so,” Abby whispers, the weight of her optimism and concern stark in the deep lines that settle on her forehead. “If I could go back and handle it differently, I promise I would. I’m sorry that I made you feel unsafe around me.”
Her glossy eyes hold a genuine kindness that tugs at your heart.
“You’re scary when you’re mad,” you say, teasingly knocking your knee harder into hers, hoping to lighten the mood. “But I can hold my own.”
“I know you can,” she says, her voice transforming into a deeper, more authoritative timbre. “You’re the only person who has ever dared to go toe to toe with me like that. It’s impressive. That’s why I saw you as a threat, I guess.”
“How do you see me now?” you ask.
Abby’s gaze lingers on the shared contact between your knees, then travels up your thighs to your chest, before finally locking onto your soul.
“If you could read my mind right now,” Abby says as she shivers, her hands instinctively moving to find warmth between her thighs. She squeezes them tightly together as if warding off a sudden chill. “I’m not sure if you’d run or come closer. It terrifies me.”
The absence of contact leaves you with a peculiar emptiness, steering you to seek a means of reestablishing it. You’re tempted to inch closer to her, but the weight of the moment holds you back, knowing that any sudden movement would be irreversible.
“Which one terrifies you?”
"Both," she says with a breathless chuckle, her cheeks flushed.
“Well, good thing I suck at running,” you say, mustering up the courage to extend your trembling hand towards her.
Without hesitation, she eagerly reaches for it. The room fills with the choppy sounds of your breathing as her nails graze each groove in your palm, her fingertips tracing every thin line.
“I’ll only ever chase you if you want me to,” Abby says, lips parting to make room for her short, panting breaths.
“I want you to.”
Standing up from her mattress, you walk backwards towards the tall, backlit windows, carefully avoiding the dumbbells on the floor. Biting her cheek, she leans forward as you move away, tempting her to close the distance.
“I’m fast,” Abby warns, hands flexing at her sides.
“But are you clever?”
Resting your head on the chilly windowpane, you willingly make yourself a spectacle for her to hunt, arms stretched above your head in a deceptive display of tricksy submission. She rises from the bed with such slowness that it blurs the edges of your surroundings, shattering your anticipation of her sudden aggression and leaving you momentarily thrown.
“You’re cute,” Abby sighs, her voice barely audible as she steps closer to you, stealthier than you’ve ever seen. “I’m onto you, though.”
“You think so?”
She presses her body against yours, gently pinning you against the window, her hands gliding up your arms and interlocking with your fingers. They go lax in her sweaty grip as every muscle relaxes into her warmth.
“I know it,” Abby says, lifting your chin with her knuckles. “Beautiful girl.”
“Kiss me.”
Her pouty lips glisten as she licks them, reminding you of the sweet cherry juice you shared. Lowering a hand, she pulls you closer, the heat of her touch spreading through the small of your back. The taste of her is somehow sweeter as she teases your lips open with the tip of her tongue, a constellation of bright sparks dancing behind your eyelids.
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PUSHED
fem x billy hargrove
y/n walked through the door her short cheer skirt bouncing back and forth as she stepped into the living room of the mayfield-hargrove household it was just Billy though since max was with a few friends and both parents were working.
She dropped down her gym bag making her way into the kitchen but felt Billy tug her arm back forcefully making her almost tumble but to her surprise her caught her pulling her into his lap.
She hadn't known that he had been watching the practice well only some of it just so ne could get the chance to be a perv and spy on his girlfriend wearing those tight ass spandex shorts.
But after seeing her give gaga eyes to the head captain of the basketball team when she fell off the tower sloppily and be caught her he left,
his blood boiling and he was angered at the sight so angered that he pulled out the wooden box from underneath his bed resting it onto the coffee table.
She knew what was exactly in the box it was Polaroid pictures of her sucking him off or being fucked in different places in his house she kept the key around her neck in a silver necklace she wore.
Not only that but a pair of silver metal cuffs rested inside of the box.
Without a warning Billy slipped his hand over his throat watching y/n gasp slightly before he loosened his grip but it was still forceful on her.
"you think parading around in this short little skirt is gonna save you hmm slut you think being an god damn whore is gonna save you is that it!?"
"W-what B-Billy n-no!" She tugged down here skirt trying to make it cover her ass a little more.
"I saw you today slut I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I didn't teach you this fucking way"
His hand roughly let go of her neck slightly tossing her head to the side pulling it back by clasping her cheeks with one of his hands
she felt the metal of his ring dig into the soft flesh that was burning with heat, "I d-didn't" she replied softly looking down at her hands.
"I outta teach you a lesson slut" he hissed harshly at her. His hand let go of her face so it could yank back her hair causing her to let out a loud yelp.
"Billy please" she whined only feeling him clench harder all the up to the root of her hair squeezing only making her start to whine even louder from the stingy pain on her scalp.
"Over my fucking knee now" she froze in place looking down at his hand patting his knee.
"Did I fucking stutter ON MY KNEE NOW!"
He was aggressive with her, although she was pretty much used to the yelling, Him yelling commands at her only when she was bad though or if she wasn't listening to him.
Y/n bent over in his lap her chest dangling slightly along with her head, he tore off her cheer uniform making her in her bare underwear.
His hand snagged at the waist band snapping it back at her skin making her jump softly letting out a soft mewl at Billy.
"Billy please" she pleaded at him feeling his hand yank her hair slightly forcing her to look up at him
"Don't tell me what to fucking do"
His hand came down on her ass so harshly that she threw her head back down letting out a weak sob, he continued so slam his hand down on each of her ass cheeks over and over, until his own hand felt numb.
Her ass was stinging and tingling at the same time while the skin on it had turned into a crimson red color.
Her body jerked each time feeling his hand come down on her ass, almost like a spooked cat her back would arch slightly at the sensation.
She was taking her punishment almost so well if it weren't for the fact she was pleading at him and shaking so much.
He liked the begging though, the pleading for him to go easy on her, the sound of her crying into her hands while he spanked her over and over was music to his ears.
It was even better than listening to the radio this was like heaven to his hears, her cries being sung to him like fallen angels.
"Stop please billy please!" She whimpered at him just as his hand came down onto her ass for the last and final time
she was still clenching her eyes waiting impatiently for the next strike hoping it wouldn't be as rough.
Billy yanked her up to sit in his lap hearing her hiss while the fabric of her denim skimmed her bare ass.
"Billy" she sobbed into the crook of his neck but he snatched her away cupping her cheeks with one of his hands, his ring digging coldly into her skin.
"admit it!" Billy screeched in her face watching a tear roll down her face softly, she started to weep so much Billy felt the tears on his hand.
"I d-didn't do it! Billy I didn't do it please!" She was begging at him, crying at him to listen to her,
she knew she could've used her safe word but she didn't want to use it because y/n had truly liked the punishments and she knew Billy got off on her pathetic tears, her raspy sobs and the hand prints he would leave on her ass afterwords.
His hand brought up to slap her across the face something he hadn't done before,
she didn't complain about his action yet instead she simply let out a loud sob at the pain.
"I'm sorry! Im so fucking sorry please Billy stop!" Billys eyes looked over at her face that was stained with a cherry red color
"Jason j-just c-caught me after I fell i swear I'm telling the truth Billy I swear"
"That didn't give you and him the right to eye fuck each other hmm y/n do you think you should've eye fucked him like that?!"
Y/n shook her head no but Billy wasn't satisfied he wanted to hear her voice crack at the pressure he was putting her under maybe even scare her a little bit more.
"DO YOU!?" He yelled so loud that his voice echoed throughout the silent house, the tv was muted and the radio usually blasting loud rock music from his room was silent.
"no! I didn't mean to I'm sorry!" She exclaimed back at him her voice croaked so loudly she could feel her throat vibrate a little, from the strain of her crying it started to ache and began to form a soreness.
"knees now" he demanded at her watching her scatter to on her knees in-front of the boy her face practically pressed up against the white tank top he was wearing,
her eyes were puffy from the tears and her mascara dripping down her face, she rested her hands by her side waiting for his next demand
instead of saying anything else Billy backed up slightly so he could unbuckle his belt dropping down his jeans down to his ankles along with his boxers slowly stroking his now hard cock with his hands.
pre cum laced the tip to which he placed the tip over her lips coating them in his juices watching y/n let out a whimper her hands forming into balls.
"I'm gonna fuck this pretty mouth of yours I don't wanna hear any complaints you hear me slut?" He hissed at her pulling open her mouth watching y/n nod at him holding onto the side of his thighs.
he slipped his length inside her mouth, pushing his hard cock all the way down her throat feeling the vibration of her gagging against his member.
Billy was fucking her mouth so hard y/n felt the tears start to stream down her face, sweat now lacing on the boy's forehead while his eyes stared into hers smiling at the glossiness formed in them.
Y/n let out a soft mewl against his achy cock that was still fucking her pathetic throat so roughly and yet so perfectly at the same exact time.
Billy let out a soft whine at the sensation of her spit lacing his sweet cock that would surely be dripping with his own cum and her salvia when he pulled out of her mouth.
She pretended not to hear the whine he gave but she knew he was close with the way his cock was shaking so much inside of her mouth.
She could barely take the feeling of him fucking her mouth so harshly she was letting herself go now finally and starting to whine and whimper with his cock filling up her mouth,
Billy shushed her telling her he was about to "fill her slutty mouth" and to which he kept to his words. The white ribbons of his cum shot out into her mouth and down to her throbbing throat.
Billy's hands dug into her bare shoulder blades and she could feel the metal of his ring digging into the soft flesh, it was cold on her skin, freezing almost.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth watching y/n swallow his seed immediately and with a smile he yanked her hair back up watching a soft tear roll down her cheek still soaked from the mixture of tears and her mascara.
She panted gasping for air feeling billy drop her hair from his hand "do you think you should be fucked today y/n?" He whispered to her his voice now seemed gentle but yet firm with the girl.
"p-please billy please" she whimpered at him, her body was aching now especially her scalp and her knees and her ass felt like they were burning.
Billy dragged y/n by her hair into his bedroom, she noticed he had moved the mirror once again so now it was on the front of his bed instead of behind.
It was neatly placed against the wall by his weights Billy practically threw y/n on the cushion of his mattress watching her lay back.
"beg" he grumbled at her folding his arms.
"please billy fuck me I did my punishment already!" She argued but he wasn't satisfied with her response so he struck her across the face again leaving an even harsher sting.
"BEG" he annunciated the 'G' at her she watched it roll of his tongue before his hand went down to stroke the side of his cock.
"come on y/n do you think a slut like you deserves my cock hmm?"
"F-fuck please fuck me Billy please! I need it so bad so fucking bad please" she was sobbing now on her knees and her hands clasped together while she was practically praying to him.
without warning he yanked her up once more pressing her against the mirror, her nipples became hard feeling the glass pushing into her.
She tried lifting her cheek smushed against it but Billy's hand reached out harshly pushing it back making her let out a yelp.
"quit fucking moving" he hissed in her ear his hands made its way to her breasts so that he could pull her off of the mirror, she stood in-front of him while his hands squeezed at her breasts harshly and surely to leave a nasty mark for the next day.
He flicked at one of her nipples before staring to speak to her his tone firm and yet calm at the same time maybe to get her to listen or maybe because his throat started to hurt from the yelling,
"look at you do you think Jason would ever get to see you like this?" Billy asked her watching y/n shake her head no causing him to pinch her nipples again making her jump from the sensitivity.
"Words slut gimme fuckin words" Billy's fingers clenched down onto her nipples forcing herself to look into the mirror while he played with them.
"n-no sir" she gulped harshly feeling the tension release from her nipples and hearing Billy clear his throat with a raspy huff before speaking.
"Do you think you'd ever let Jason fuck this pretty mouth of yours?"
"n-no never s-sir" she whimpered feeling him start to massage her breasts making her even wetter than before, she was so wet she felt like her cunt was going to make a pool on Billy's bedroom floor.
"who fucks this pretty throat of yours? answer me that slut and maybe just maybe I'll let you have some of my cock" he grumbled in her ear.
he let go of her breasts harshly making his way down to her ass squeezing it lightly knowing that she was still tender there from the punishment he had given her earlier.
"only you fuck my throat sir" she mumbled back to him feeling his cold ring nip at the burning flesh on her ass making her let out a soft cry and jumping.
He smirked softly noticing how sensitive her ass was thinking it would be useful for when he fucked her brains out later.
"you want me to fuck you baby? Fill ya up real good with my cock and maybe if your lucky I'll cum in ya give you some of my seed I bet you'd like that baby"
Billy chuckled feeling the tip of his cock teasing her dripping entrance to her cunt that was clenching around nothing because she was so needy for him.
He stepped away from her to strip of his tank top,
"I want you on the bed ass up face down you hear me slut" he snapped at her watching y/n follow his instructions groggily moving to the bed because of how sore she was already.
Billy rolled his eyes at how slow she was walking but yet smiled when he looked down to the hand prints beautifully printed onto her sweet ass.
He approached her getting on his knees and lining up with her entrance, she could feel him start to tease her making her grip the bedsheets beneath her trying not to defy his orders.
"Such a fuck beaut of a pussy don't you think it's pathetic how Jason wishes he could see you like this now isn't it baby it's definitely not as pathetic as you are for my cock right now"
Y/n wiggled her ass slightly pushing it towards him lifting her head up to which Billy pushed back down into the gentle cushion of his mattress.
she took in the scent of the cologne and cotton laced onto his bedsheets also the faint smell of cigarettes lingered there to.
" Could you just be fuckin patient" he mumbled at her pushing his full length inside of her so shockingly that it made her let out a loud sob feeling his cock fill her to the very brim with his large length.
Her cunt was already clenching around his member neatly tucked inside of her like a ball in a glove.
His hand forcefully kept her head down so that she couldn't look up at him her moans mumbled by the cushion of his mattress.
"It hurts!" She cried out at him one of her fists banged against a pillow on his bed clenching it billy rolled his eyes at her only thrusting harder into her.
"Shut up and take it you deserve this" he grumbled making her turn her face back into the mattress.
"FUCK!" He could hear her muffled cries come from underneath him crying at the pain she was still enjoying, and he was getting off on the fact she was feeling the pain believing that she deserved every ounce of it.
"It hurts but feels so fucking good!" Her fists pounded on each side of her into the softness of his pillows.
his once made bed (made by his "step mother") was now destroyed from the two of them the covers ripped off and onto the floor of Billy's room.
the bedsheets practically falling off the corners from how hard he was pushing her face down into them his pillows had nail marks from her nails pouring into them to ease the delightful pain.
She let out a loud cry feeling him yank her hair up so he could finally hear her mouthy moans.
"FUCK PLEASE!" She cried out at him feeling him thrust harder into her sensitive cunt.
she was so tight around him from her walls clenching around his member not wanting him to ever pull out and to just fill her with his cum.
"you gon cum darling?" He teased at her twirling her hair and pulling her head back even more.
"p-please sir please I can't h-hold it h-hurts t-to much to hold it!" She whimpered so loudly that she was sure the neighbors could hear it.
"I love ruining this pussy of yours" he spoke harshly pushing her head back down and leaning to whisper something in her ear feeling her legs quake
"cum for me be my little cum slut and cum all over my cock baby you can do it"
She screamed when she came onto his cock feeling him do the same by filling her tight pussy letting loose a warm feeling inside her cunt and she was now dripping with Billy's semen as a amazing gift.
Billy pulled his cock out of her watching y/n's cunt starting to drip with it right before she collapsed onto the bed, her forehead laced with sweat and she was gasping for air.
He slipped back on a pair of clean boxers getting out a pair for her to along with one of his shirts.
Billy had made his way into the bathroom to grab a rag running it underneath the cold water.
he also opened his cabinet rummaging through it so he could find a bottle of aloe vera so he could rub it to help ease the pain on her ass.
He made his way back into the bedroom hearing y/n let out a cry holding onto her body whimpering.
He set the aloe Vera down on his night stand helping y/n flip over so that he could wipe the seed up from in-between her legs and on her pussy.
She whined at the coldness of the rag to which he apologized resting his hand onto her thigh.
When he was finished Billy tossed the rag into his dirty clothes smiling at y/n and helping to flip her over once more so he could rub her ass.
He squeezed some aloe from the tube rubbing it softly onto the sensitive area watching y/n jump with a mewl.
"hey hey hey you're alright calm down baby" he shushed her softly rubbing her back before be continued to massage the cool gel into her ass hoping that it would easy some of the stinging.
Her hands rested on top of her hands clenching her eyes shut softly while she felt Billy's hands gently work their magic helping the tingling feeling in her ass start to fade away the pain practically was healed by the aloe he had put on her.
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Once y/n had laid back into Billy's arms dressed in his clothes she fluttered her eyes closed feeling Billy rub her shoulder while she nuzzle her face into the brown fuzz of his hair.
"I'm sorry if I went overboard you know how I am about other guys princess" he apologized kissing the top of her head.
"I liked it Billy trust me"
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The ghosts came out to play
Summary: Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party…
Content warnings: fluff??????
Word count: 3.1k
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Harry wasn’t so sure about dressing up that night. Yes, it was Halloween. Yes, they had been invited to a party. But no, he wasn’t in the mood to put together a few items just to try look like a movie or a book character, or even like a celebrity he might or might not know. At 35 years old, custom parties were no longer his thing, and he didn’t find Halloween as fun as before.
Y/N knew that, and of course she was more than okay with him not dressing up, but she did. Her outfit was all black: black t-shirt, black stockings, black short skirt and black boots. Nothing Halloween themed, until she added a devil horn headband and a red tail. Now she was officially a little devil, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle the moment she walked into his bedroom fully dressed up.
“That’s gotta be your most self-explanatory costume till date, darling.”
“Oh, shut up,” she retorted, jokingly smacking his arm, which only caused him to laugh harder. His arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her close enough to kiss her, her red lipstick slightly staining his lips. She giggled at such sight, before passing her thumb over them to clean them off.
“I’m so excited for tonight,” she smiled.
“You are?,” he mirrored her expression. Her happiness was always so contagious, and that was just one of the many things he loved about her.
Y/N nodded, pecking at his lips again, “I’ve the feeling it’s gonna be a good night.”
After dating for a bit longer than a year, Y/N was thrilled to be getting to know more about him. She had recently met his family, and that night was about to meet some of his closest friends.
Ever since their relationship started, they had been taking it slow and doing things low-key, almost hiding from the world and its sick curiosity. It was already hard enough for him to date as a famous singer and actor, so things were even more complicated now that he was a divorced man dating a girl 11 years his junior.
But Y/N had been like a breath of fresh air to him. They got introduced to each other at a friend’s birthday party and slowly hit it off; date after date and one step at a time. She soon turned into his lucky charm, the one that had helped him see things differently after having to face such a tumultuous divorce. He wanted to make her happy. If possible, as happy as she made him, so even though he would have much rather spent the night at home, watching movies, eating spooky candy and having makeout sessions every now and then, he had agreed on going to that Halloween party just because he knew she would enjoy it.
“What if I dress all black, too, and wear my red-pearl necklace? Would that match with you?,” he asked her, suddenly cheering up a bit on the whole 31st of October celebration thing.
“You sure you wanna dress up?”
“I know I said I wasn’t going to, but now you’ve made me a little envious,” he chuckled, sweetly pinching her cheek, “I don’t have anything, so maybe you can help me come up with something homemade?”
She nodded, smiling. “Of course, H. I’ve got a red trident that I’m not gonna use anymore, so I think that will be more than enough. We won’t most definitely win any couple’s costume competition, but at least we’ll look good,” she giggled, and his smile only got bigger.
When he parked in front of Niall’s house, Harry’s hands were pretty sweaty. His mind had been off all the drive there, and he was glad Y/N didn’t seem to notice while singing and humming to the songs that were playing on the radio.
At 35, he was still feeling as nervous as a 15 year-old now the he was about to introduce his girlfriend to his friends. Not because they were going to judge him for their age gap, but because it was the first girl he had been with since his separation two years back. He wanted that night to be fun and go smooth for the both of them, so hopefully it would.
“Wow, your friend Niall really went all out with the decorations,” Y/N said, admiring wide eyed the way his house had been transformed for the occasion.
Harry chuckled next to her, passing his arm around her shoulders, “The Irish always knows how to throw a party.”
Candy bowls in every table, fake spider web hanging from every single ceiling corner, and the dim light that lightened up every room gave the place the right spooky atmosphere.
“Hey! Where’s your costume?,” Niall shouted, a beer in hand as he approached his friend. Apparently, he was a Vampire; the cape and fangs gave it away.
Harry rolled his eyes, before lifting the red trident up in the air as if it was so obvious what he was dressed up as.
“You’ve always been shitty at coming up with good ones…, oh, lord. Good to see ya, mate,” the Irish man replied, bringing him into a hug, “Oh, -wait, this is her?,” Niall rose his eyebrows, looking between Harry and Y/N a couple of times the moment he noticed her standing next to each other. When he saw his British friend nodding, he smiled, pulling Y/N in for a hug, “Ah! So good to finally meet you!”
“Guess this is the poor girl that’s been bearing with your ass, Styles?,” Louis spoke, peeking behind Niall, “Y/N, right? Welcome to the squad, love.”
“Thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you two,” she replied, smiling at the two men standing in front of her.
“So, devils?,” Louis asked them, pointing at their costumes.
“See? It isn’t so rubbish if you can guess it at first try,” Harry retorted, looking directly at Niall.
“Whatever,” this one answered, rolling his eyes, “Go make yourselves at home. There’s plenty of food and drinks for you both to have a terrific night,” he winked at them, before turning around and leave to greet someone else, Louis dismissing them a few minutes later with a small pat on their shoulders.
That was exactly what they did. They walked into the kitchen, where Harry took advantage of all the time he had spent at that house to grab the things he needed to make Y/N a drink. And of course it couldn't be any other than a Bloody Mary.
"The occasion calls for it," he smirked at her, handing her the glass. She laughed a bit, accepting it and taking a good sip.
"'S good, Styles," she passed her tongue over her lips, cleaning them.
"Thank you, miss."
"Aren't you gonna make one for yourself?"
"I don't feel like drinking tonight," he admitted, shrugging. She nodded, and entwined her arm with his before taking them to the living room, where music was blasting through the speakers as Frankenstein, the Little Mermaid, the Cookie Monster and many others danced to the rhythm..., or not at all.
"It's gotta be the scariest room in this house," Harry murmured just for her ears, looking at the dance floor.
"Harry!," she was quick to scold him between giggles, "Not everyone's lucky enough to have your moves, Mr. Treat People With Kindness."
"Right, 'm sorry," he chuckled, and she then hid her face in his jacket because she couldn’t stop laughing at his terrible joke.
In that precise moment, he was glad they were both there, and that she had managed to convince him to come to that Halloween party he didn’t even want to attend in the first place. The day he received Niall's invitation he texted him right away letting he know he wasn’t up for it. But then Y/N found the card and her eyes sparkled. She even gave him a twenty-minute rant about how Halloween night was meant to be spent outdoor at someone's house drinking extra bitter beer while plying beer pong, which seemed enough to convince him. Little did she know that what got him to agree on such plan was actually her excitement and the fact that he just couldn’t ever say no to her.
When she managed to stiffen her laugh, she looked up at him, and he took the opportunity to grab her chin and press a kiss to her lips, savouring the Bloody Mary from her tongue. "Did I tell you already how hot you look tonight?," he whispered against her mouth.
"Not yet..., no," she bit her lip, her cheeks blushing a bit.
"Alright, you two! There's an empty guest room if you wanna use it, lovebirds. Harry knowns which one I'm talking about," Niall chuckled, passing next to them.
Of course he did, he had slept there countless nights.
Y/N only blushed harder at Niall's words, while Harry's countenance turned pale.
The night Rebecca handed him the divorce papers after confessing she had been sleeping with her coworker before deciding to put an end to their marriage, that's where he slept. When she asked him to pack his things and leave the house they had bought together, that's where he went. When he had no place to stay or will to live for almost six months after their divorce was filled, that room became his shelter. And as thankful as he was and would always be for Niall for being a best friend when he needed one the most, that room, that house even, was still haunted to him.
Y/N noticed his sudden mood change, "Hey..."
"I'm fine... I just need some fresh air," he assured her. She nodded, and was ready to walk outside with him until he gestured her to wait for him there. She frowned, but just watched as he opened the front-door and disappeared.
Out in the night, Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, feeling the air escaping his lugs as he was finding it harder to breath. The memories he had been hiding in the back of his mind for so long were starting to make a comeback, reminding him how heartbroken he once felt. The past was feeling so overwhelming so out of the blue, his eyes started getting watery, and soon he was letting all his pain and frustration out in the form of tears. They ran down his cheeks desperately, wetting his face, and even though he was alone and no one could see or hear him in that state, he hid his face between his hands, using them to cushion his sobs.
He didn’t know how long he had been there for when he heard Y/N calling his name.
"Harry?"
He quickly passed his hands over his face, cleaning his wet cheeks with the back of them. He readjusted his clothes and took a deep breath, wishing his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they usually got whenever he cried.
"What happened?," she cautiously approached him.
His back was to her, so she hugged him from behind, her hands resting over his stomach. He closed his eyes, feeling relieved to have her there. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he rested his hands over hers. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N broke it, once she realised he had no intention of talking to her about whatever made him feel that way.
She wanted to understand why he hadn’t opened up to her yet, but deep down she couldn’t. Thirteen months together and it seemed like she was pages ahead of him when it came to their relationship. She wondered right there and then if they would ever be on the same one.
"Last month was our one-year anniversary," she softly spoke, "By then, I had already introduced you to my family and my closest friends. You, on the other hand... I've been honest with you, Harry, I opened up to you in ways I didn’t to anyone before," she gulped. He knew well enough where her words were heading to. "I've got the feeling that...," she gulped again, unable to mouth her thoughts out, scared they might be true.
He closed his eyes, not knowing she did, too. He closed them because her words hurt him, unaware his lack of them pained her.
Y/N let out a rather quiet sigh, before unwrapping her arms and turning around to make her way back inside. She had the feeling she was slowly losing a battle, and was not so sure if she wanted to stay to pick up the rubble.
"I'll go grab my things and take a taxi home," she mumbled. Then, silence. The was the last straw.
He could feel her slowly slipping though his fingers only because he was afraid of letting her in completely. During their last months together she had included him in all her family and friends gatherings, showing him how serious she was about them both. Him, however, introduced her to his mum the week before, only because Anne decided to surprise her son in his London home, not knowing Y/N, her partner, would be there as well. His mum wasn’t even aware he was in a relationship.
Harry needed to get his act together, he knew that. He didn’t know how, however. He had posponed for so long talking about Rebecca, and his feelings, and the way he was afraid of letting someone else come into his life just because he wasn’t capable of losing someone he loved again..., he didn’t know where to start. So he just got inside Niall's house, and looked for Y/N.
He found her in a corner, thanking Niall for the invitation and saying goodbye to both him and Louis. Harry cautiously approached her from behind, resting his hand in her back as he lowered his head enough to say: "Don't call a taxi, I'll drive you to your place". His friends looked at them confused, a bit conflicted wether they wanted to know what was up with them or not at all. They chose to leave and let them fix it on their own.
Y/N shook her head, before turning around to face him, "I think we both need some time alone."
Harry scratched his nose, "No, we don't. We're fine together."
"We clearly aren’t if you don’t feel like you can trust me with whatever it is you aren’t telling me, Harry," she quickly retorted, in a pissed tone that soon turned into a hurt one. Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and she had to pinch hard the inside of her cheek to avoid her emotions to take over. She wanted him to confide in her the same way she did on him..., was that too much to ask? "Is it me? Am I the problem?," she continued, her eyes getting watery the more she stared at his, "Didn’t I show you you can count on me the same way I can count on you? I just... don't understand why you keep pushing me away."
"Come with me," he said, and grabbed her hand, walking them both out of the living room and up the stairs. His feet took him almost instantly to that room in particular, and as soon as he was in front of it, a knot grew in his stomach. But he pushed the uncomfortable thought away and opened the door, letting her in. When he shut the door behind him, he glued his back to it, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to him, his arms wrapping her in a hug.
His eyes remained closed, unable to open them and see the four walls that brought so many bad memories to him. He thought he had already escaped them, but there they were, back on his mind.
He didn’t remember a time where he had been more miserable than that one, so talking about his divorce and how it made him feel wasn’t an easy task. He them pulled away enough to fix his eyes on her face, passing a hand through it to put some strands of hair behind her ear, "You know I divorced a couple of years ago, but you don't know why: my ex-wife cheated on me," he gulped, "I came home one day and she told me she had been sleeping around with her coworker and that that was the end of us. I hadn’t really felt so strong about someone until I met her, and I truly thought we were gonna be together forever. I... I loved her,” a small sigh escaped from his lips, "Once our marriage ended, I lost my mind. She took the house, so I came here to sleep. This was my room, and until then I don’t think I have ever cried so much in my life," a sad smile peeked enough through the corners of his mouth, "I know this conversation should have happened sooner, my darling, and I’m sorry. I guess I’ve kinda been taking things slower than usual between us because I don’t want you to get tired of me like my ex did. But she’s my past and you’re my present, and I promise to prove you so from now on.”
Y/N had been silently listening to him talk, and now that he had finished, she didn’t know what to say, so she tightened her grip around him as a response. Her face hid in the crook of his neck as she told him with her hold everything she couldn’t with her voice. Harry felt relieved for finally having opened up to her, and was glad to know she wasn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t want to keep you like a secret, neither I want you to feel like one,” he mumbled, “But I do want our relationship to feel special, so that’s why I’ve been taking my time to figure out where the right time to do what was.”
“So me meeting your mum wasn’t actually scheduled for another few months?,” she replied, graciously frowning at him.
He chuckled, playing along, “Something like that, yeah.”
“Jokes aside…, thanks for telling me this, H.”
He nodded, a small smile growing between his lips. He then pressed their lips together and kissed her, their tongues soon intensifying the kiss. “Do you still want me to take you to your place?”
“Not really. Can I still stay the night at yours?”
“I find the whole question pretty offensive, if you ask me,” he replied, pecking at her lips again, “Of course you can, love. In fact, I wouldn’t like you sleeping anywhere else tonight.”
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Happy Birthday Fudgie!
Undertale by Toby Fox
For Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away
Sans x self insert
Here is a small drabble / fic I wrote for you :3
Amalia and Sans put on aprons and cooking hats.
Sans noticed that Amalia was wearing a piece of cloth to cover her hair.
He looked at her questioningly.
"I don't want my hair to go into the cake. That'd be gross and not cool".
He nodded.
Amalia brought the ingredients.
Sans carried the equipment and book for the recepie.
Sans and Amalia looked at the equipment, ingredients and slowly at each other.
They grinned.
"ready? amalia?"
"Born Ready Sans!"
They grinned and began action.
They read the recipe.
They added the ingredients and mixed them together.
They made the base.
They fixed the chocolate, cream, caramel and condensed milk.
They built and decorated the cake.
It was chocolate, cream, condensed milk and caramel.
"amalia?" Sans hesitantly asked.
"Hm?" she murmured trying to decorate the cake.
"why so much condensed milk cans?"
Amalia stopped and looked at the cans. "Well, she likes it! I've seen her spooning it, drinking it from the can, licking her fingers. She loves it.. I believe next thing she goes feral other than you, it condensed milk".
Sans nodded.
Sans blushed at what she said. His face turned reddish. Amalia smirked.
They had bought a second cake; in case what they were making, was a total disaster.
After they were done with their cake.
They began decorating the room.
Amalia brought some balloons.
Then went to take a bath and prepare themselves.
Amalia was giggling. Sans was smiling.
Sans put on his good clothes. A white shirt, brown pants, black shoes and blue jacket.
Amalia put on her maxi dress, fixed her hair, added makeup and fragrance.
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They heard the keys and the door opening.
Fudgie let her keys on the wooden table close to the door. She removed her shoes, hanged her bag and coat.
It was oddly quite. "Anybody home?" she called.
Sans appeared behind her and closed her eyes.
She yelped at the sudden movement. "Easy now sweetheart, we have a surprise for you". His soft voice whispered in her ear. She felt his wame breath caressing her cheek and ear.
Fudgie took some breathes to calm down her raising heartbeat.
Sans's phalanges were warm on her skin.
They felt a little rough. She knew what work these phalanges have done.
Sans guided her to the living room. "Don't open your eyes, wait for my signal" Sans masculine voice whispered in her ear.
She nodded, her heart beating fast.
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Amalia and Sans took position.
"Now, sunlight. Open your eyes".
Fudgie opened her blue grey eyes. They shone like lakes when the sun hits the surface.
She saw the presents, they held in their arms.
Amalia was holding a beautiful box, shaped as a heart.
Sans was holding a small black box and a bouquet of blue cornflowers.
He offered the bouquet, his face blushing pink, reddish. Her eyes shone like stars.
He looked at the floor and caressed the back of his skull. He blushed harder when she made that face.
He carefully handed her the box. She opened the box and saw a magnificent necklace with gemstones (amethyst, green fluorite, blue tanzanite, ruby, diamond and many more) .
Her eyes sparkled. She kept staring. She was mesmerized.
Amalia came next to Sans, with her gift as well.
Amalia stretched her hands offering her gift to her.
Fudgie opened Amalia's gift and noticed the cans of condensed milk, tea, a card and a green scarf; similar to Amalia's pink one.
Fudgie smiled. Her smile was stretched from one ear to the other.
They hugged each other.
Fudgie thanked them.
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Sans brought the cake. Fudgie blew the candles and sliced the cake.
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They sat down to eat. There were spinach pie, cheese pie, small hot dogs and many more delicious goodies.
Fudgie tried it and with the corner of her eye she noticed Amalia and Sans sinking in their seats.
Well Amalia had her face behind Sans's shoulder blade.
Sans was nervous but tried not to show it.
As Fudgie took a mouthful of the cake, the flavors exploded in her taste buds.
They watched as her pupil grew bigger.
Due to her blue / grey eyes, they could see when she loved something or someone; her pupil grew larger.
She loved it.
She could sense the right dose of chocolate, caramel, cream and condensed milk. It was delectable. She hummed in delight.
Amalia peeked from behind Sans's back.
"Do you like it?" Amalia asked in a small shy voice. She wanted to be sure.
Fudgie turned her blue eyes on her way, cheeks stuffed. Fudgie swallowed.
Fudgie's expression had softened when she saw Amalia's nervous expression.
Fudgie grinned "You made this?" she pointed at them.
They nodded.
She set her plate down. A soft smile on her face. She got up and went closed to them
She hugged them.
They hugged her back.
"Thank you guys, this was a pretty good try, I love it!"
They buried their faces on her shoulder.
Fudgie smelled nice; coconut and rose. Sunshine and flowers.
Her copper brown hair soft, like silk, brushed their faces.
Sans and Amalia grinned.
"Glad to hear that Fudgie!" Amalia's voice was muffled.
After some minutes, she let go of them.
Both enjoyed the cake while talking and watching the view from the window.
She sat in the middle. Sans leaned his head on her left shoulder. Amalia leaned hers on her right side.
They were happy!
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The End 😘
Thank you for reading! 💙
I admit... I am not proud of this small fic... But still, I hope you enjoyed it a little bit! 💙 If not, it's okay! 💙 💚💚💚💚
Constructive Criticism, Feedback, fanarts, fanfics, likes, Comments are always welcomed! Please do not use vulgar, bad language.
#Amalia's & Fudgie's adventures#Amalia's & Fudgie's & Sans's adventures#for fudgelling-away#For Fudgelling-Away#sans x self insert#sans x reader#sans x y/n#Αμαλία posts#Amalia writes#Αμαλία γράφει#sans x you
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all the somedays.
pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader
word count: 1.1k
notes: so i was talking with my bestie ( @scoopsahoyharrington ) and i decided to write a follow up to this fic because it’s soft & fluffy and given the way this season’s going i think we could all use some steve fluff.
part one | part two
stranger things tag list: (if you wanna be added to any tag list, let me know!!)
You never thought about the things that were absolutely certain in life. Not the kind of things that everyone knows, that the sky is blue and lightning usually follows thunder. The certainties of your own life. You never thought of those things, because who could really predict them? You knew some things, like your mother was a cat person, your little brother was annoyingly overprotective of you, you had to keep an eye on all of his friends just in case.
Some things you never thought were possible, like the fact that there was actual evil beings in the world--the demodogs and the mindflayer--or people having powers.
And another thing that you had always wanted, but didn’t dream of happening until much later in life. You were in love, and you just knew that it was going to last forever.
Steve Harrington was something different than you expected, the kind of person who could surprise you still after all this time.
When you were a senior, curled up on a couch with Steve one night while your mother was away, you made a promise to him of someday soon.
But someday soon wound up being a ways away, because life got in the way.
There were monsters to deal with -- literally and figuratively.
So, when your college moving day had rolled around and Steve had given you a small ring, barely a diamond, and you knew he had used all of his money from the summer job at Scoops Ahoy that he’d had left over, all the breath left you.
“Not now.” he said, while your mother and Dustin were busy packing up the car with the rest of your things so you could say goodbye to your boyfriend privately. He held the ring closely, and you could see it was attached to a golden chain as well. “Someday.”
“Someday.” You repeated, tears in your eyes as you kissed him goodbye. He put the necklace around your neck and you didn’t want to let go, to go off to school in the big city. “Someday soon.” you echoed his words from all those months ago as you kissed him one last time, before finally letting your brother tug you away and head toward the car.
College was in your rearview mirror now, graduation night come and gone as you headed home.
Home to Steve, where you knew in your heart that you belonged.
Even after all this time, the promise of someday echoing over four years worth of phone calls and every time you came home to visit. It was never enough. Every time that you saw him, you didn’t want to leave. It got harder and harder to say goodbye as time went on, the ring still dangling around your neck.
Some nights, when you weren’t with him, you could feel the ghost of Steve’s fingers grazing where the ring laid.
Someday. you promised yourself. You promised Steve. You promised your relationship.
You hadn’t even told your mom or Dustin that you were coming home, you just went straight to Steve’s place and let yourself in with the spare key on your chain.
“It’s not just my apartment, Y/N.” Steve had said when he’d given you the key.
You slipped out of your shoes and walked into the apartment, finding Steve asleep on the couch with the credits of some movie playing in the background. A grin on your face, you leaned down and brushed hair out of Steve’s eyes softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Y/N?” Steve mumbled, half awake and half asleep as his eyes fluttered open, looking toward you sleepily.
“Hi Steve.” you whispered, taking a seat on the floor so you were face to face with him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” he said, rolling to his side as he continued to wake up slowly. “What are you doing here?”
“Surprising you.” you answered. Then, before he could speak again, you looked at him and asked the question you’d been thinking about the entire drive over. “What if someday was today?”
Steve’s eyes widened when he finally registered what you said, sitting up on the couch he looked down at you, “Are you serious?”
“We’ve had a lot of somedays, Steve. And I think we’ve seen a lot of proof that sometimes someday doesn’t come.” you answered him, putting your hands in his as you looked at him.
“You’re serious.” he said, looking at you. As if you were going to tell him you were joking and this was all some sort of prank. As if you would dare to do that with the someday pledge the two of you had.
“I love you Steve Harrington, and I want to spend the rest of my somedays with you, and I don’t want to wait anymore. We waited until I was done with school, and I’m home now. So what else do we need to wait for?” You pulled yourself off the floor to sit beside him on the couch and looked at him.
“I love you too Y/N Henderson.” Steve said, pulling you to him for a soft kiss. A kiss that you’d been waiting for. A kiss that meant someday. When he pulled back he looked at you and let out a small chuckle, “You know this means we’re going to have to tell Dustin now, right?”
“That’s a yes?” you asked, a smile spreading across your face as you looked at Steve, your hand resting on his shoulder as you waited for his response.
Steve looked at you with a nod, moving his hands as he played with the clasp of your necklace. “I think it means if you want we can finally take this ring off the necklace you’ve been wearing.”
“We’re getting married today.” you spoke softly, looking at Steve and watching as he played with the chain around your neck to get the ring off of it.
“We’re getting married today.” he echoed, holding out the ring for you so he could put it on your hand as he smiled.
And you knew that you would be spending the rest of your somedays with Steve.
That is, at least, once you told your brother about the whole thing and convinced him to come along without giving yet another threatening “big brother” speech.
Some things were just absolutely certain.
Your mother gave you a kitten for a wedding present, your brother walked you down the aisle so he could give Steve one last “glare”, and your brothers group of friends made sure you had the best backyard wedding Hawkins had ever seen.
And Steve Harrington would always be able to surprise you.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x henderson!reader#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things fanfiction
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Hard day
Harry Potter X f!reader
Warnings: mention of blood.
Summary: You and Harry had a fight causing you to leave the house, which, of course, was a big mistake, especially on a lonely cold night.
"Oh come on don't yell, it wasn't my-" You couldn't stand there anymore, you left not even wanting to hear Harry out, because you knew damn well that if you stayed there one minute longer you'd end up saying something you'll regret. So the best option was to walk away. You put on your coat and grabbed the keys, and walked out of the door.
Deciding to take a stroll around the new neighbourhood was a good idea. Not only did you get to be familiar with the surroundings, but you also got to think about what exactly happened back at home. To think of it, it was your fault. You shouldn’t have yelled at Harry. After all, he didn't drop the bottle on purpose, but you let the lack of sleep get to you. You moved the hair out of your face as the cold breeze hit you. Oh, how you were glad you took the coat.
Before you knew it, there was a knife on your throat and a black gloved hand on your mouth. Your hand went to your pockets searching for your wand, but with tough luck, it wasn't there. You took a deep breath, trying to block out the little voice that panicked at the back of your mind.
"Give me all that you have on you." the man yelled, pressing the knife harder against your neck.
"Okay, okay! Just can loosen that knife a bit so I could remove my necklace?" You asked as you raised your hand in defence. The man loosened his grip. Big mistake. You took defence classes for a reason. Elbowing him, he fell back with a grunt. Although he had cut you, it wasn't deep enough to kill you.
Harry's POV
Harry was getting worried sick. Of course, his wife left him like that when they fought (even though it was rare it used to happen), but she'd always be back within 5 to 10 minutes. She still wasn't home. It's been 30 minutes since she's left. As bad as he wanted to check on you, he couldn't. Your 6 month old was crying, and he was trying to calm him down, but James wouldn't stop. Potter took him in his hands and walked around the hall singing lullabies to him in the hopes of calming him down. When he finally managed to calm him down a bit, Harry looked down at his son, still rocking him softly, and whispered, "Where's your mother Jamie? She'll come back, of course she will. But why is she so late? Is she not thinking of us? I miss your mum already, don't you?" He kissed his forehead. Even though James looked exactly like his father, he had his mother's beautiful eyes. He slowly placed James in his crib. Ready to search for you.
Your POV
You entered the house to a Harry who was putting his coat on. As he saw you, his eyes widened, and you stumbled into the kitchen in the hopes of washing the blood of your hands.
"L-love wha- what happened to you?" He watched in shock. You just kept silent as you hissed at the pain when the water ran down your hands. "Y/N!"
He rushed at your side and turned off the tap. He lifted you up and put you the counter, then took your hands in his examining it. Letting out a deep sigh, he scanned your face closely. He took in your busted lip and bleeding nose as Anger burned in his eyes.
"Who did this to you?"
"Some robber." You looked down and whispered.
"Didn't take your wand, did you?" He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded in return, causing him to suck in a breath. "You should have given whatever you had with you love"
You shook your head and spoke back, finally looking him in the eye. "I only had my necklace. it's the last thing that I have of Grandmum. it's too precious, l-" you were interrupted by him raising his voice. "Bloody hell, Y/N! Nothing's more important than your life!"
That was it. That was the snapping point for you. Tears streamed down your face as you let out a loud sob. You had such a hard day. Of course, Harry had no idea, and it wasn't his fault either. You weren't the one to normally cry, even if you had the toughest day. But today just broke your bottle, letting all the tears out.
Harry's eyes softened at the sight of you crying he hugged you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.
After you calmed down, he kissed your head, urging you to remain in the same position as he cleaned your wounds.
After he was done with your wounds, he took you to the bed and cuddled you. You looked at him, pressing your lips to his forehead and apologising for the fight, which in all honesty he forgot about, with that your eyes closed and you slipped into a deep slumber.
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• Goodnight kiss •
Boyfriend!Eren X Reader
Word Count: 1K
TW: Penetration sex and about it for now. +18 content
AN: first time publishing any smut, be gentle :)
The moon light is peaking from between the curtains of your bedroom making it easier for you to point out your surroundings in the dark. You twist and turn in your bed, frustrated by the fact it’s nearing 2am and you still can’t sleep. You are most definitely tired and your body in a desperate need to rest but you still can’t fall asleep. Everything seems still and quiet other than the rise and fall of the man’s chest who’s sleeping next to you and the soft snores that are coming out of his mouth every now and then. You admire his features for a little bit while he sleeps peacefully as if he has no worries in this world. His hair was freshly cut yesterday giving him a younger look with this undercut and bangs on his forehead. His long, thick eyelashes resting on his cheeks. You trace the shape of his sharp jaw gently, careful not to wake him up. Your hand slips down from his jaw to his lips, then to his collarbone, then to rest at his chest for a little after playing with the key pendant necklace. How can he sleep so easily even though he came to bed way after you? This adds to your frustration a bit more, you really need sleep at this point. You turn harshly facing away from him only to feel his strong arm pulling you closer to him by the waist. “Can’t sleep again?” He whispers with a low voice softly while he gently kisses your shoulder. “It’s so frustrating, Ren!!” You whine loudly now that he is awake and can comfort you. “I know beautiful, I know. Let me take care of you hmm?”
The tension in your body starts to ease with every touch of his hand on your body, tangling your skin just enough to make you needy for more of his touches. Your head leans back more on his shoulder while he lightly sucks love marks on the other side of your neck with both hands cupping and squeezing your tits over the thin fabric of your pjs top. You grab his wrist melting through the sensation and let out whimpers the moment his fingers trapped one of your nipples between his fingers. “Mmmm, like that baby, don’t you?” Eren bites down on your ear shell while pressing the growing bulge inside his boxers to your behind.
You wiggle your ass closer to him if that was even possible grinding on him needing more of what he is giving you. He knows exactly what you want, and from how desperate your whimpers are, he decides not to tease or prolong this. You need the release, and you need to go to sleep and these are his two top priorities right now!
One of his hands move to support your weight and the other pushes down your pjs shorts “no panties? Naughty …” he whispers directly to your ear amused by your reaction to his movements. He slides his other hand underneath your waist and uses both hands to separate your legs further away from each other while he rubs his fully hard cock now at your entrance as he lays behind you. You try to reach behind you, to wrap and grab anything, to occupy your mouth with anything, but the only thing your mouth does is gasping once Eren thrusts his cock fully in. Not even easing his way inside but diving all the way inside in one hard snap of his hips. You gasp, and it stings but only for a moment, then the feeling is immediately replaced by pleasure when he moves his hand from your thigh to your clit again. Eren knows all the secrets of your body. How to pleasure you the most, and how to get it done quickly.
He knows that once he starts hitting that once sweet spot inside of you and combining the motion with clit stimulation you are sent to cloud nine within a couple minutes. He uses his other hand to turn your face so he can partially see you, and when he sees the way your whole face is flushed, eyes watery, and drools coming out of the corner of your mouth something snaps inside of him. He thrusts harder, moving the hand previously on your face to pinch and twist your hardened nipple, and you are gone. You moan his name loudly with your eyes squeezed shut, and your walls closing on his cock rapidly. Bless fills you up once the orgasm hit, and it is everything you needed at that moment. Then he starts to slow down all three of his movements, switching to cup your tit instead of pinching, palm fully pressed against your cunt instead of abusing your clit, and slower, shallow thrusts helping you to calm down from your high.
Once your whole body relaxes, he gets up hovering over you and tickling his nose into yours “better baby?”. You nod your head and reach your hand up to pull him to you and give him a sweet quick peck. When he tries to get up, you quickly grab his wrist “wait, what about you?” pointing at his hard cock that is pressed on your thigh. He gives you a smile saying that you don’t need to worry about him and telling you to wait for him right where you are so he can take care of you.
It wasn’t even 2 minutes when he came back to bed with a damp warm towel in his hand only to find that you had already fallen asleep. Eren chuckles while he cleans you up and throws the towel to the corner of the room. He leans behind you after he pulls your shorts back up your legs and nozzles his head in your hair and faintly whispers “sweet dreams baby” next to your ear, but you did not hear it, you were already sent to dream land. That’s all you needed to have so you can sleep, a goodnight cock, kiss…
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I'm still hung up on this. Lemme be edgy for a sec and completely embarrass myself here to take a break from writing.
Also lol sorry.
You're just some average gay guy, you're clean shaven, hair is always short, you dress like your average goody two shoes and the only time you wear black is at funerals, the crudest word to come out of your mouth is "darn", you're very anti-violence, you did great in college, graduated, found a good job, you volunteer everywhere you can, you keep up with your family and like the good little pastor's son that you are you attend church or whatever every Sunday.
Then you meet this guy and he is the exact opposite of you. His hair's really long, every other word is some cuss word you've never heard of in your life, he's got a lot of piercings (and those are just the ones you can see 👀), every time you see him he's got some black band shirt with some very confusing lettering and images that make you clutch your pearls and swallow hard, he's got weird tattoos, his nails are always painted black, you notice a necklace around his neck with a weird symbol you've never seen before, he drinks a lot and smokes and he sleeps in on Sundays because he more than likely got home at 8:00 am after being out all night with friends jumping from bar to bar. Instead of god he references gods with a plural and mentions names you've never heard of in your life.
Logically speaking you wouldn't even consider someone like that a friend, you'll be civil sure but you'd keep someone like that at arm's length and make sure your interactions are short and you go on your way. But somehow, for some unknown reason you're just drawn to this guy, yeah, he's hot but neither of you are compatible at fucking all and you're here trying to get closer and you can't explain it. Before you know it you're both making out, groping each other and rubbing on each other to the point where you can't hold it and you're moaning and he laughs in the most wicked way that sends a chill through your entire body and it makes your skin crawl but you stay. He pins you against the wall and starts groping you with one hand and with the other he holds you by the throat and every time you let out an "oh my god" he squeezes harder. Eventually he leans in and starts whispering something in your ears while teasing you with his tongue. You can't understand what he's saying, it's not in English but you don't care. He leaves and you're left there quivering and a mess and worst of all wanting more but he leaves.
Friday night he takes you bar hoping and he has plenty to drink and you wonder how high his alcohol tolerance must be because he never gets tipsy. You don't either because you're not drinking anything alcoholic because you know you can't drink for shit. You both start making out again, making out is soon followed by some tasteful groping as you're in public and don't wanna be too in people's faces. You don't wanna be left hanging like last time but you don't wanna go back to his place, you don't actually trust him. You don't wanna suggest a hotel because just the thought of it is making you feel sleazy. You still live with your parents and this guy is not the type you bring home to your parents much less sneak him in so he can fuck your brains out.
You remembered you had the keys to your father's church, the whole family was in there today cleaning and doing repairs and you were the last to finish up and lock up. It's Friday night, no one's gonna be there tomorrow. You'd have the entire building to yourselves with no interruptions. It's the worst idea you've ever had and the mere fact that it even crossed your mind is making you sick to your stomach. Besides, look at him. He's probably never set foot inside a church. What makes you think he'd agree? You lose track of your thoughts when you suddenly feel his warm tongue caressing the side of your neck and you can hear him whisper something in your ear and suddenly you give up. You tell him your plan, he laughs and surprisingly agrees and before you know it you're opening the back door to the building.
You wanna just stick to the backroom but he keeps walking to the front and you freak out. You chase him down but he ambushes you and throws you down on the floor in front of the podium where your father gives his sermon every Sunday. You try to get up but he starts ripping your clothes off piece by piece as he gropes, licks, grabs and touches every inch of your body. He presses his against yours and again he starts whispering in some weird language and you ask him what that means but he turns you over on your stomach and starts teasing you until you're a fucking mess and before you even realize what the fuck you're doing you beg him to fuck you and he obliges.
You've never been fucked like that before. He moves you around, does whatever he wants to do to you and you can't even think, you've turned into a mindless drooling mess and the only thing out of your mouth are moans followed by cries for mercy. He's bigger than anyone else you've ever been with, he's rough, too rough and you're not that kind of guy but you really can't be bothered to give a shit right now because you're absolutely lost in it and while part of you wants him to take it easy on you you also wanna let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do to you.
You start regaining some sense and look around. The walls are decorated in paintings of saints, angels and holy figures, the benches where church members sit and worship are in front of you, the corner where the choir stands in and sing gospels is to your side and the candles that adorn the church are lit but you don't remember lighting them. He sure as shit didn't light 'em. As he mercilessly pounds into you you look around again and the paintings on the walls are upside down. You can't be hallucinating from being drunk, yeah, you went bar hopping but didn't drink anything that had alcohol in it, you don't do drugs and you're stable as far as you can tell. You blink in the hopes that maybe you're so cock drunk you're seeing shit but no, everything is still there as you're seeing it.
You're starting to get scared and you turn to tell him to stop even though you don't want him to stop fucking you because holy shit you've never been fucked so fucking good before in your life and the deeper and harder he fucks you the closer you get to emptying your balls all over yourself. However, you turn around anyway and your heart skips a beat. His eyes are glowing red, his pupils are a different shape, they look like a goat's pupils. You suddenly notice he has claws on his fingers. There's four horns protruding from his head and he's snarling at you--are those fangs in his mouth!? He grabs you by the back of your neck to keep you in place and keeps pounding into you while saying something in another language but you just don't care.
As he keeps fucking you senseless you can see some figures in long black coats circling both of you and chanting something weird. You don't care anymore. He's now fucking you harder, deeper and faster as he grabs you by the throat and lifts you up, his claws are digging into your flesh and it hurts but as soon as you feel his tongue on your ear you forget about the pain. He whispers something in your ear, it's in English but you can't make it out. He pounds into you even harder as he tells you to say it but you can't recall what it was that he wanted you to say. He says it again and a tiny part of you is panicking and telling you not to do it but all you can think about is how good it feels to have his cock stretch your hole open. He tells you to say it and he repeats the sentence. Again you feel panic but all you can think about is his cock and how close you are. You start to believe that if you say it he'll let you cum so you yell it out for everyone to hear and as you do he pushes you into the floor and you cum all over the floor. You don't just cum, you explode. You've got cum dripping all over your thighs and knees, you've never cum this hard or this much. You collapse on the floor, sweat dripping down your face and you feel light headed and dizzy as you try your best to catch your breath. He's still pounding into you and then you can feel him cumming inside you, it's a lot warmer than you remember but you're too wasted to care. He stays inside you as he catches his breath but when he does he carefully pulls out and suddenly the candles are all off and the paintings on the walls are back to normal and there's no one else besides you and him. He leaves and you lay there half exhausted and half ashamed. You start to notice some pain on your right forearm and as soon as you lift it to look you see a strange symbol scratched onto your arm and suddenly you remembered you just gave up your soul to them. Who's them? You don't know but you look forward to meeting him again next week.
#howling in heat#i have a soft spot for corruption tropes#Jelani tag#tbf Jelani wouldn't touch a christian with a 10 foot pole but this is fun
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Did the Papas, now I'm doing the kinks that the ghouls + Mary have because I am king (I am actually not king. In fact, I am peasant).
Aether - Daddy kink 100%. You can't tell me he doesn't want you to call him daddy in the bedroom. I also feel like he has a size kink, let's be real. Goes fucking feral for a partner that's smaller than him (he loves people of all sizes and shapes though, don't worry about that).
Sodo - Loves being a brat and being pushed around and dominated and being 'taught a lesson' for his misdeeds. Also adores choking his partner. He calls his hands his favourite necklace that you own.
Rain - You know what they say, the quiet ones are the kinky ones. A switch but secretly loves being the dominant one, tying up his partner and either spanking them or hitting them with something. He loves watching your skin darken with each hit.
Mountain - Also has a size kink, especially if his partner is a lot shorter in comparison to him. Has a sir kink too and a choking kink, but prefers to do the choking with his tail and won't choke v hard. If you beg him to choke you harder and call him sir while you're at it he might apply a little more pleasure, just for you.
Swiss - Oh god, what doesn't he have a kink for? Seriously though, he tries everything out at least once and has found he likes a bit of everything. His biggest kinks however are dirty talk (the filthier the better) and having his partner make a huuuge mess whether that's through squirting or the equivalent of that for penis owners.
Cirrus - Degradation, humiliation, and making you cry while she fucks you. The concept of her making someone feel so damn good that they start crying has her going crazy and she will make you orgasm at least another two times after that.
Sunshine - She's one of the more vanilla ghouls, but she loves being watched or filmed. And if she gets to watch back the dirty videos you make together? She'll be ready to go again and again and again because she just can't stop thinking about how good you look with her on top of you.
Cumulus - Low-key mommy kink. Wants to make you feel special and looked after, and hearing you say "thank you, mommy" will have her dragging you straight to the bedroom or the nearest empty space so she can have her way with you.
Mary Goore - Another dirty talk kinkster. It should also come as no surprise to anyone that he has a blood kink. Also a lover of whips and chains. He's such a masochist, loves it rough and fast and wants you to leave him aching and bruised and sore. However, he needs to have that connection and bond of trust with you to let you inflict pain on him in the bedroom.
#spicy content#aether ghoul#sodo ghoul#rain ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#cirrus ghoulette#sunshine ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#mary goore#the band ghost#smut#headcanons#ghost headcanons
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TIMING: march 2022, just after ‘why can’t we be friends?’
PARTIES: Cass @magmahearts & Nora @honeysmokedham
LOCATION: NYC
SUMMARY: A continued look at the week Cass and Nora shared together in that past they keep referencing.
CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
With waffles eaten and stolen money left out on the table, Nora and Cass made their way out into the busy streets of New York. Cass didn’t know what their next move was, and she didn’t think Nora did, either. Privately, she found that she really didn’t care much. She had someone walking in step beside her, and that was a lot more important than something silly like… where they were going. They’d figure it out.
If they could stay on the sidewalk, anyway. A woman brushed by them, nearly knocking them both off the curb and into the street. She didn’t even look at them; it was like they were invisible. Cass shrank a little as the woman approached a waiting taxi, bags in hand.
Her stomach was round, and her shirt lifted around it. It was clear that she was very pregnant, both from her appearance and from the one-sided conversation Cass could hear her engaging in. “It’s called a ‘babymoon,’ mom,” she was saying, rolling her eyes in the taxi driver’s direction. “No, I think it’s stupid, too. But Dale swears by it. ‘A week out of town before the baby gets here,’ he says. ‘It’ll get us through those sleepless nights!’ I think he’s lost it. I’d much rather go on vacation when I can see the sand between my toes.”
Still ignoring the two girls on the sidewalk, the woman lowered the phone from her ear and turned to the cab driver. “Oh, I forgot my wallet! God, I’m so sorry, can you — Would you mind running upstairs for me? I cannot do the stairs again, and the elevator’s been out for a week. I swear, if I try to go back up, this baby is coming out in the stairwell!” She laughed, fishing in her pocket for the keys and holding them out to the driver. He took them with a longsuffering sigh. “It’s apartment 227! Oh, you’re incredible!”
Cass watched the exchange as if she was watching a particularly engaging episode of television. She was an invisible spectator here, and so was Nora; two girls so uncomfortable to look at that everyone would much rather look away. All too soon, the episode ended. The cab driver returned, handing the woman her purse and her keys. The car pulled away. The credits rolled. Cass turned to look at Nora, a glint of excitement in her eyes. “I have an idea!”
It was a scene from a normal teenagers life. Two girls, they could be best friends, walking side by side. The happiness they shared was palpable. Nora found herself attempting a smile, the corners of her mouth tucked ever so slightly into a smile. It was downright indulgent of Nora. This had been the experience she’d missed out on her whole life. The friend. In Nora’s mind she could see a world where the two of them had a friendship necklace, each of their torn halves coming together for a whole. Two monsters. Two friends.
Did Cass know Nora was a monster? Could she feel it in her bones? Nora didn’t look different. Humans were fooled by her. It was probably harder to be an outward monster. Then again, most people just ignored Cass. Something that still baffled Nora. Cass was a burst of energy, bright and inviting. Nora’s eyes gravitate to her despite all the action around them. If it hadn’t been for Cass’s interest in the woman and driver in front of them, Nora wouldn’t have paid any attention to them. But Cass was interested, so Nora stood next to her watching the woman talk.
I have an idea.
The exhaust of their car caused Nora to cough. That was one thing she didn’t miss about cities. They smelled. Every few steps was something new for her nose to pick up. Most of it was rancid. Nora blinked back at Cass, trying to figure out what the idea could be. Did Cass want to go into their apartment? They knew the tenants would be gone for awhile. “I’m down to break and enter.” Nora admitted. Nora fumbled in her pockets before finally pulling out her set of lock picks. “I’ve got these.”
Nora pushed the buzz buttons of each apartment until someone finally buzzed them in. Once they were in, Nora held the door open for Cass. “227?” Nora asked, making sure she’d heard the right room. Nora started climbing the stairs. “2..2..7” By the look of the apartment hallway these were mid-luxury units. They didn’t have the fancy amenities that luxury apartments offered, but they weren’t broke living either. It took a minute but Nora got the satisfying click of the door open with her lock picks and stepped in. “What are we looking for?” Nora asked. She could use some new clothes. The stiff fabric of her outfit was getting annoying.
Nora knew what her idea was before she said it, and there was something so exhilarating about that. It was like the friendships she’d only ever read about, the people who knew one another so well that they could finish each other’s sentences. All her life, Cass had been told in no uncertain terms that she would never have something like that. Through the actions of everyone who had ever left her behind, and sometimes through their words, too. She remembered the girl in Utah with the hair that was so blonde it hurt to look at it in the sun sometimes, remembered how she’d looked at her just before she’d left for good. You’re just exhausting to be around, Cassidy. No one is ever going to do it for long.
But maybe it would be different with Nora. The girl in Utah had never known what Cass was going to say before she said it, and neither had the boy in Michigan or the girl in California. Maybe this was a sign that everyone had been wrong, that there was someone who was going to be able to stand her for more than just a fleeting moment. In her head, she was already writing a wild fairytale, already inventing a world where Nora was here, where Nora stayed, where Nora liked Cass even when Cass was hard to like.
Nora produced a lockpick set, and Cass lit up. She usually just burned locks off doors, because it was never like she intended to stick around after breaking in somewhere. But this was different. This was a chance at something normal, at least temporarily. She didn’t want to burn the lock off the door. She wanted to live in the fairytale she’d already built for them.
“227,” she confirmed, grinning as she walked into the building. The apartments looked nice, and Cass followed Nora down the hall, watching with some fascination as she picked the lock. Walking inside, she turned back to the other girl and grinned, allowing herself to fall backwards onto the couch. It was soft, cushiony. Definitely the softest thing she’d ever sat on. “Nothing,” she replied to Nora’s question with a shrug. “Did you hear the lady outside? This place is going to be empty for a week. We can stay here for a few days!”
The apartment was painted in shades of millennial grey. It was the kind of decoration that reminded her that there were people in this world incapable of having creative thoughts and instead were happy with industrialized cookie-cutter decorations. Three canvases, painted white, lined the entry hallway. The canvases had already been white before painting, Nora knew, and the only addition piling white paint on had been the texture. Nora paused in the entryway to stare at the blank paintings, head as empty as the picture themselves. Why would anyone pay for anti-art? Was it supposed to be a deep and thought-provoking piece of materialism? Nora glanced around the millennial grey apartment once more. No. Nora felt she could safely assume it was an unironic artwork placed there to look good.
Cass saved Nora from her spiraling thoughts obsessing over the painting. "Stay here?" Nora repeated. Stay here. With Cass. It sounded nice. Both of them had nowhere to go. It was a game of pretend. Two friends, roommates in the big city. Another one of those movie plots Nora had seen but never thought she would live through. "Yeah." Nora agreed. "Let's stay here."
Nora's boots were off within the moment. If they were going to stay here, she might as well get comfortable. Nora ventured further into the apartment, opening doors and cabinets to get a good look inside. Upon arrival in the closet, Nora was instantly stripping out of her stiff and dirty clothes. Modesty wasn't something Nora considered. Modesty wasn't for models who were changed in front of a room full of people who were all employed to make sure she looked as good as possible. At all times their eyes had remained on her, judging her, criticizing her, changing her. It resulted in a kid who didn't think twice about stripping in front of anyone, or in a place where someone could walk in and see. A body was just a body. A tool.
The selection of outfit choices leaned towards beiges and browns. There weren't enough blacks to cover Nora's punk aesthetic choices. Eventually, she made do with black sweatpants and a hoodie. The soft fabric felt like heaven after months of travel in the stiff, smelly outfit. Nora walked back into the kitchen and started emptying out her jacket pockets. "I'm going to do laundry." Now she was truly playing house, but if this was going to be her only chance to reset her clothes, she had to take it. "Do you want to throw in for it?"
Nora double-checked all her jacket pockets, making sure no animals remained. She'd pulled out two snakes and one spider from the insides. Ever since she was young creepy animals had gravitated to her. Nora loved it. It was just a hassle for laundry because she needed to make sure none of her friends got her. Nora rotated the snakes, one into the hoodie pocket and one into the hood. Happy she got them all, Nora dumped the clothes into the laundry machine.
"This is nicer than sleeping under a bridge." That's where Nora figured she'd post up. "We have air conditioning." Plus there was a kitchen that was probably fully stocked. It was going to be a good week. Nora just knew it.
It wasn’t how she would have decorated an apartment, if she’d ever been able to afford one. Cass had always gravitated towards bright colors and liked floral patterns, feeling far more at home when the light reflected off something colorful than she did in a place like this, where it seemed to disappear into the dullness. Back in Hawai’i, she’d been fascinated by the human hula dancers and what they wore, how they moved. Not the ones in the cities, who were there for the tourists, but the real ones. The ones who danced only for themselves in bright, flowy dresses and skirts. On the rare occasions where she got to choose her own clothes and surroundings, she gravitated towards a similar style. Bright, flowy, free. This apartment felt like the opposite.
But it was a roof over her head. It was a game she could play, a place where she could pretend she fit in for a little while. It wasn’t what she would have chosen for herself if she could choose, but the view from the window reminded her of a poster she’d seen for a TV show that looked cool, and there was a TV in the living room so maybe she could watch it after all. And Nora was here, too. She might not have picked this apartment if she’d had more options, but she would have picked Nora either way. Even if they’d only just met, even if Nora might be just as temporary as everyone else had always been, she’d still pick Nora.
It wasn’t until Nora repeated back her suggestion that they stay in the apartment that Cass’s heart clenched in her chest, because what if Nora said no? Cass would pick Nora, but she didn’t know if Nora would pick her. No one else ever had. But then, Nora agreed as if it was easy, as if it was simple, and the vice gripping her heart loosened its hold. She flashed Nora a smile and began searching for the remote.
Following the other girl’s lead, Cass slipped off her shoes — a pair of worn combat boots she’d gotten from someone somewhere who she remembered even when she pretended not to. While her general style was bright and flowy, her shoes tended to fall into a category like this. Comfort was important when you were living the way she’d been living for years now, and you couldn’t exactly hike through the woods in heels even if the woods were a part of you. Boots worked best.
Finally finding the remote, Cass grinned as she picked it up. She heard Nora undressing behind her, heard clothes hit the floor, but she didn’t turn to look and she didn’t think much of it. In the aos si, after all, there had been plenty of nymphs who forewent clothes entirely. Nudity was neither foreign nor strange to Cass, who had grown up in two worlds with very different views on it. “Do you want to watch something? This TV has Netflix logged in.” She pronounced the brand’s name carefully, because it wasn’t really something she’d said often. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d had actual access to it, but she’d absorbed those experiences with the hunger of a starving person, eager to know all she could about how to see the media she’d come to love.
“Laundry?” Cass looked down at her clothes. They were filthy and ripped, and it probably was a good idea to wash them, wasn’t it? Nodding, she got up from the couch and walked over to the closet, looking at the clothes inside. Beige. Brown. Tan. Where was the color? The closest thing she could find to something she liked was a patterned button up shirt and a long black skirt. Like Nora, she undressed with little fanfare and changed into the clothes, fiddling with the shirt’s collar in the mirror for a moment before nodding and turning back towards the other girl. “Here,” she said, dropping her things into the washing machine. She hoped they’d survive the experience.
Smiling faintly, she nodded in agreement to Nora’s statement. Definitely better than a bridge. Bridges were dirty and loud and someone always came over to bother you when you wanted to be alone. This was different. It was nice. It was just Cass and Nora. “I bet we can find some really good snacks. And they’re going to be gone for a week — we’re doing them a favor eating them. They’d be expired when they got back.”
Was Cass asking her to Netflix and chill? It was a common phrase Nora had heard. Invite someone over, turn on Netflix, not watch Netflix. This was different because the two of them were suddenly playing house in an apartment that neither lived in, and both had just met. What an odd situation. Nora walked out of the bedroom in her new clean clothes, glancing to where Cass held the remote staring at Netflix. There had been something about how she'd said Netflix, it probably was just an honest request. "Sure. I'm down."
Nora waited for Cass to change and dump her clothes in the washer before messing around with settings and detergent and it was off. God. Nora wasn't the most pristine person in the world but it felt good to not be in scratchy stiff clothes. There were things to miss about her life in the lap of luxury, a lot of things. One of them being her endless access to ham. Living on the road was really just moving from one location she thought she could get something to eat to another in an endless cycle. It was hard to just enjoy being out there sometimes when she didn't come across resources for days at a time.
It was as if Cass was reading her mind, because Cass was bringing up snacks. Talking about how they would be doing the family a favor by eating their snacks before they expired. Nora stared at Cass, her bright light, the other monster in the room. The fact that they'd been thinking the same thing. Was there unity in being monsters together? Was this the understanding she'd been searching for her whole life? Because it sure felt like understanding on a level she had thus been unaccustomed to.
Nora realized she had been staring and not answering. She blinked, looking away suddenly once again conscious that all she did was stare at Cass. Did Cass even know Nora was also a monster? Was that something Cass would want to know about her? If Cass was light, then surely Nora was the dark. The lower depths of monsterhood. Feasting off of people's fears and tormenting them. Nora almost asked just then if Cass ate something of humans, but she refrained.
"Right. We are also doing them a favor by watching their apartment. No one will rob it while we are here." Except for them. But Nora figured what they took wouldn't be much. How could it? They both lived a life on the go. Anything they took would have to come with them.
Snacks. Nora drifted her way through the kitchen. Popcorn was a classic, she dropped it on the counter then kept searching. Zebra cakes. Who bought zebra cakes? Nora had seen them at the store but never actually tried them. Normally she was a savory food type of girlie, but the appeal of zebra cakes had always been a question to her. She would try them. Nora finally worked her way to the fridge, which in her opinion, was the house of the tastiest treats a kitchen could hold. To her utter disappointment, to her sheer bewilderment, there was no meat in the fridge. "This couple is the worst." Nora muttered under her breath, slamming the fridge shut and throwing the popcorn in the microwave. "Extra butter?" Nora asked Cass, trying to mask her disappointment.
When was the last time she’d done this? Sat on a couch with a pretty girl and watched Netflix on a TV so large that it seemed to take up half the wall? Cass wasn’t sure it was an experience she’d ever had before. She didn’t quite know how to act. Were you supposed to do something specific? Were there rules? Those old questions repeated over and over in her mind — Am I doing it right? Am I good? Can we be good? She was afraid to ask any of them aloud. She was so terrified that the answer would be no.
She wondered if Nora had the same questions echoing in her own mind. It didn’t seem like it. The other girl moved so comfortably through the strange apartment, just as she had on the street before. Like she was so sure, or like she was so good at pretending she was sure. Either way, Cass felt a hint of jealousy towards her, followed by a quick feeling of guilt. Nora deserved that certainty in a way Cass probably didn’t. Nora was funny and kind and fearless. Cass wasn’t any of those things.
But maybe she could learn to be. Was it okay to ask Nora to teach her? Would Nora say yes if she did? She was so full of things that she wanted to say and questions that she wanted to ask that she found herself falling silent instead, so afraid that anything she gave voice to would be swiftly denied. The things you wanted could only hurt you if you said them aloud, couldn’t they? If you trapped them in your ribcage, no one knew to reach in and take them away.
Nora was staring at her, but it didn’t feel like the bad kind of staring. It wasn’t like how people looked at her out on the streets, where she was a dirty thing that they couldn’t decide if they wanted to glare at or look away from. It wasn’t like it had been in her aos si, either, where everyone looked at her like she was a problem. But Nora was staring at her in a way that made her feel warm. Like being looked at wasn’t a bad thing.
“Yeah,” she agreed when Nora finally spoke, smiling slightly. “Exactly. They’d have an empty apartment otherwise and, like, anyone could come in. People could go into their nursery and stuff. We won’t do that.” It made her feel a little better, this not-quite-lie. Everything she was saying was true — if she and Nora weren’t there, the apartment would be empty. And someone else could come in. Maybe they weren’t doing them a favor, but they weren’t malicious, either. They were just two kids who wanted a place to sit for a while.
Nora busied herself in the kitchen, and Cass scrolled through Netflix until she found the sitcom with the happy, smiling people that she’d seen in the magazine. She clicked to play the first episode, letting the sound of the speakers fill the empty room as Nora rifled around behind her. “Extra butter is good!” She called back. “Um, are there any, uh… chips?” Chips were a good movie snack — she’d seen it on TV.
“People pay others to house sit for them.” Nora watched the popcorn bag start to inflate in the microwave. The little kernels popping into something more. “Here we are, giving them our services for free.” Nora had seen some hints of green during her initial tour of the apartment. She could only assume, based on the dull and dead vibes of the place, that those plants were plastic only put there for decoration and nothing to do with nurturing life. But if it called for it, Nora would pretend to water those plants.
“You’re right. We won’t go in their nursery.” Nora could stick with that rule. There was nothing about her that wanted to go investigate the baby room. Baby toys and soft things. Those had no appeal to her. Nora was full of sharp edges and a tough cool appearance she actively needed to keep up at all times. “When I was a kid I heard a story about a babysitter who called the parents to ask if she could move their clown statue because it was creeping her out, and the parents said they didn’t have one. Turned out it was just some creep who was sitting there watching them the whole time.” The microwave dinged, letting her know the popcorn was done. Nora took it out, juggling the hot bag between her two hands. “We’re doing them a favor. With us here, no one is sneaking in to wait for them.” No one except them, but they would make their escape the moment the couple returned.
Nora dumped the popcorn in a bowl she found and dumped in butter to give it time to melt while she raided the kitchen for chips. Chips. Chips. “Yeah, they got these vegestraws.” Nora finally announced, pulling out the bag. Grabbing her haul, Nora made her way to join Cass on the couch. Nora slid down next to Cass, carefully placing her load on the coffee table. “Full House.” Nora commented, noticing a baby Olsen on the screen. “I haven’t seen this in years.” Her dads had used to watch it while doing her hair as a kid. It brought back a warm feeling of nostalgia in her.
The couch was comfortable, a lot more comfortable than the hard ground out in the middle of nowhere. Nora curled in on herself, her legs moving up to her chest with the hoodie she was wearing covering them. A comfy ball on the couch. “Ha. It’s a good choice, you know? It’s kind of like we’re playing house.” Nora commented as she watched Uncle Joey say something funny on the screen. “Since this is only an apartment two people make it full.” Could Nora call them people? Two monsters. Maybe that made the house even fuller.
“They do!” There was a hint of excitement in Cass’s voice, like remembering that people paid for things like this made her feel better about doing it. It wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t feel bad about squatting in a couple’s house while they were on vacation; this was the kind of crime that hurt no one. There was far less guilt involved with this than there was with even something as small as picking a pocket, because no one was losing anything here. The couple would come home, and their apartment would still be there. They’d have their baby, they’d live their lives. They’d probably never even know that their home had provided a safe haven to two homeless kids for a few days and if they did, they’d never think about it again. Their lives were so full. Cass and Nora, if they ever became aware of them at all, wouldn’t even be a blip on their radar.
That was how it always was for Cass. She existed on the outskirts of people’s lives, a temporary fixture that they looked at for a day or two and then left behind, a thing thought of once in passing but never again after. She glanced at Nora, wondering if things might be different with her. When they inevitably parted ways, would Nora still think of her sometimes? Would she look back on today later, when she had better friends and a better life, and reflect on the strange girl she’d met in New York City? It was a nice thought, even if part of it ached. If she couldn’t be loved, she’d at least like to be remembered.
Her eyes widened at Nora’s story, fascinated by the tale. “Really? That’s so creepy. Ugh. Clowns are the worst.” She shivered dramatically, playing up the discomfort she thought she was probably supposed to feel. Really, the story was too foreign to be scary. In order to conceptualize the invasive feeling that a person breaking into your house might elicit, someone would first need to understand what it felt like to have a house. Cass didn’t. She’d never had four walls to live between that felt anything like hers, never had a place where she felt she ought to be safe. When everywhere you’d ever lived belonged to someone else or existed as public property, it was hard to fear a stranger invading the space.
“What are vegestraws? They don’t sound very good.” At least they had popcorn. The place was sparsely decorated, and Cass wondered if the couple was one of those types who always seemed to grace magazine covers — the ones who valued appearance over everything, the ones people found easy to love because there was nothing beneath the surface level. She wished, sometimes, that she could be like that. She’d often thought that people would love her if she was just a little less. But she didn’t think she could give up liking chips and bright colors and flowy clothes. You could only change so much of yourself before it became a lie, and Cass had never been a very good liar.
Nora recognized the show, and it felt like Cass had passed some kind of a test. Like she’d received a passing grade in ‘picking the show,’ like she’d won a prize. She grinned, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “I’ve never seen it. Do you like it?” She paused, watching the family on the television. “They all look happy.” Was that what a family was supposed to look like? Or was there no ‘supposed to’ when it came to families? Cass had always been sure that she was doing it wrong, but maybe there was a version of family that she could still fit into. Maybe she just had to find it.
And maybe this was the first step. Nora said they were playing house, and Cass felt warmer than she had in a long time. And given the fact that there was literal magma flowing through her veins, that was probably saying something. “Yeah,” she agreed with a smile, “it does. We’re a full house here.” It was a good feeling.
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Please don’t come for my kneecaps!!! I swear I’ve gotten a few really good night’s sleeps + I have enough joint issues as is
Also please don’t hate me bc I lost the ask 🫣
and because it’s been a few days I don’t really remember how it was written but it was something along the lines of being on a road trip with PassengerPrincess!Pierre and he has to pee while you’re still driving so you tease him and give him a mix of praise and degradation until you get to the ‘resort’? - I’m not really sure how you’d say it in English sorry - and then edge him in front of the view (voyeurisme because it turn him on but it’s not really bc it’s private and no one can see you)
To try and make up for the loss of the original idea, here’s some Lando for you:
So we all know lando is a fox but I still love puppy play with him so much so that + féminisation came to my head and I almost fainted
So your doing his nails, maybe not painting them bc he might feel like that’s too much but still filing them and cleaning them up and you start calling his hands his paws slightly joking but he really likes it so you pull him by his dog tag necklace (idk if that’s the real name but I know he wears one and the name comes into play so this is what I mean: https://www.amazon.com/HZMAN-Polished-Stainless-Pendant-Necklace/dp/B01LYMU8ON?source=ps-sl-shoppingad—lpcontext&ref_=fplfs&psc=1&smid=AK0HQWR8PUJRG) and just you know let him be a pretty puppy while you pleasure him
of course change this however you’d like!!
Loads of love, 🪩
…Fine fine. Your kneecaps are safe (for now). But the moment, the MOMENT, you are no longer getting enough sleep…. Your kneecaps will once again be in danger. And don’t worry about losing the old ask, that’s entirely valid no problem at all! Both these ideas are fucking brilliant so I’m gonna talk a little bit about both :))
PIERRE IDEA:
Passenger princess Pierre!! (The ultimate passenger princess is Charles by the way). He absolutely has a cup of coffee that he’s sipping the whole drive and you already know what’s going to happen before you get there.
And of course you’re right.
You have about two hours to the resort when Pierre starts to show signs of being desperate. He looks over to you, whining a little to get your attention. You smirk, realising that not only is he desperate, but he’s already half hard, a slight tent in his sweats.
You just have to tease him, ask him if he’s really incapable of holding himself, and then teasing him even more when you see him getting harder. He can’t help it, the desperation mixed with humiliation turns him on so much it’s almost painful.
He’s so desperate by the time you get there, staying in the car while you check you guys in and get the key to your chalet. He’s holding himself when you get back in the car, hands shoved better his legs.
You just smirk and drive to the chalet, leaving your bags in the car because you have more important things to deal with.
He doesn’t rush to the bathroom, because he knows better than that. He has to wait for permission, and he doesn’t get permission until you jerk him off on the balcony until he spills all over your hand and then his bladder inevitably breaks.
LANDO IDEA:
For firstly, I think it’s really easy to get Lando into a headspace where he wants to be a puppy for you? In fact, you often do it accidentally. Just the mentioning of it or anything close to it can make him whine and shiver, instantly wanting to get on his hands and knees.
So you’re helping Lando do his nails, maybe painting them with clear nail lacquer? Just so that it has a little bit of shine because Lando isn’t quite ready for colourful nails yet, but the shine brings him so much joy.
At first you’re just painting them and having fun, then you playfully call his hands his paws, because he holds them in a funny way while he waits for the polish to try.
You think he’ll just laugh or plush, but instead he whines and shivers? Looking up at you with wide eyes, making you realise that he wants that.
And of course he can have that! Lando can be your puppy whenever he wants.
However, because you just painted his nails, he isn’t just your puppy. He’s your pretty puppy. And so obviously he must be called your pretty puppy while you softly stroke him and make him feel good.
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Ok so I hate cheating tropes
BUT I had this fuckin idea in my head for a few days now and holy shit
Little lamb already being in a relationship with someone that her father set her up with (maybe their dads are like really close or something) but meeting rafe and his family at church one day completely ruins things
I'm talking about little lamb telling her parents that she's going to church for some late night bible reading and her dad gives her the key to the church and she tells her boyfriend (let's say his name is Richie) that her father doesn't really let her out past curfew unless it's for a good reason (her curfew is like 8pm and 9pm on a good night but if it's for like church things than he's like reluctantly agreeing while little lamb's mom is ecstatic about her loving Jesus or whatever) and that coming over to her house without invitation is like a big no no (even though rafe is like coming over whenever he can cause you know he's a BadBoy™️)
And like rafe gets her a necklace that matches her purity ring (this is a little self indulgent here but not the point) and the necklace is like super expensive and had a really nice 'R' on it and Richie thinks it for his virgin ass but really the rafe Cameron
Her father kinda despises the Cameron's bc of all rafe's run in with the law but also because of the cover ups that ward does for rafe, he thinks that all of the Cameron's, except for wheezie, are sinners because
A. Rafe is an absolute psychopath and a 'delinquent' (he's not wrong y'know 👀)
B. it's rumored that Sarah is not a virgin and that she cheated on topper (so the exact 'opposite' of his little girl THIS ISN'T MY ACTUAL VIEW OF SARAH IT'S JUST WHAT I THINK THAT RAT BASTARD PREACHER MAN WOULD THINK OF HER)
C. Ward used to be a pogue (he's an evangelical Christian of course there's going to be some classist bullshit going on)
D. Rose is seen as the other woman even if it may or not be true (since we don't know what's her deal it's either she's a homewrecker if ward divorced his wife for her or she's trying to replace Cameron's ex wife is she's dead or missing, I DON'T HATE OR THINK OF ROSE LIKE THIS IT'S JUST WHAT I THINK AN ASSHOLE EVANGELICAL PREACHER WOULD THINK OF HER)
E. He thinks that wheezie is just an innocent soul trapped in a troubled family (again he's not wrong but he gets all high and mighty over it, y'know bc he's a preacher and has major savior complex problems, he probably offers bible lessons from his youth pastor for wheezie but she begs ward not to do it and he listens for once, preacher bitch gets mad but doesn't say anything and honestly he thinks that ward is corrupting her innocent soul but mama lamb jumps in and says it's fine)
BUT that him and his family being all kind and forgiving towards them and welcoming them into the church will do wonders for rafe and his family so he kinda just puts up a fake smile at the Cameron's whenever they enter the church but little lamb's mom is like 'stop being so mean, Jesus said to love thy neighbor and gosh darn it that is what we will do even if they're... sinners' she says with a forced smile as she lightly scolds him in the back so that no one will hear them and she makes little lamb be all friendly towards rafe and the rest of the Camerons. I imagine little lambs mom is like way more cool about this kinda shit than little lamb's father
Rafe likes to tease little lamb about losing her purity ring as he's balls deep in her and says something like "oh baby... Looking at that ring knowing that you're not married and that I'm not your boyfriend is really does make this so much more fun" He grunts and thrusts harder into her as he laces his hands with hers as he plays with the ring absentmindedly as he reaches one hand down and play with her clit as he grins
"and the fact that I'm doing this in your family's church really is doing something for me" he chuckles and feels her pretty pussy flutter around him as he says these dirty little things "fuckin on the church pews... Who knew the preacher's daughter had it in her" she's clawing at his arms trying to bring herself back to earth but rafe knows that isn't going to work so he grabs her hands
"you keep moaning like that and people might come in here to see what's wrong" he holds onto her hand again and puts it back on the pew "and if people come in here they won't think of you as a little lamb anymore" she moans into her hand but he can still hear her little high pitched moan as he holds her hips even tighter as she's bent over the pews
"what if" she cuts herself off with a moanas she gives up on trying to silence her moans and holds onto pew for dear life and looks at her purity ring without a care in the world "what if that's not what I want- oh!" She grips the pew she's bent over with a harsh grip, and looks down and takes a glimpse at his cock intruding her perfect pussy "oh my freaking god!"
"c'mon baby, I know you can curse" he leans in and whispers in her ear "I've heard you do it before, playing with your pussy in the church bathrooms cursing my name AND god for 'sending me to test you' oh I know all about that" he chuckles and rubs her clit even faster
"oh my fucking god! That's so good" she holds her skirt up and let's rafe see her bare ass as he's taking her from behind "holy shit that's fuckin good" she moans out and looks back at him He laughed and let her fuck herself back onto him "now just where did you learn that, Little lamb" he says as he looks at her cute round ass bounce as she's moaning loudly again
"I'm not stupid, rafe, I've seen my fair share of videos" she huffs out a laugh before it turns into more, almost feral, moan and reaches down and guides rafe's fingers around her clit just the way she likes it and lets her skirt fall over then again before rafe just lifts it up her waist "oh god just like that, holy shit"
"maybe I was wrong" he says as he takes control back and thrusts even deeper in her "maybe you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing, huh?" He lets her rub her clit as he thrusts into her at a faster and an unsteady rhythm as he feels her getting closer too "oh my little wolf is surely full of surprises, ain't she?" She nods her head before he pulls her hair to make her look him in the eyes as he takes her from behind "c'mon answer me, little wolf" he makes eye contact with her and enjoys the fucked out look in her beautiful eyes as she struggles to even think as she moans so loudly and plays with her nipples with one hand and plays with her clit with the another
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Him calling her little wolf instead of little lamb is so funny to me 🤭 (you can ignore this but I had to get this out of my head and I'm actually kind of scared to post this on my main so you're cursed with this thought... My bad 😚)
This au is based on the idea of what would happen if little lamb's family isn't at all what it seems, so you know it's kind of a more self righteous than the wards but at least there's no drugs or run-ins with the law or cover ups for said run ins with the law or infidelity (mostly 👀)
HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT ANON OH MY GOD????
It's been so long since we've had a Little Lamb and Rafe moment I'm HERE FOR IT 🤤🤤🤤 I literally have no notes on this the description, the content?!! THE NECKLACE?!!?
Lawwwdddd forgive me I'm about to fucking SIN -
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