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For the first sentence fanfic thing, feel free to ignore it if it doesn't spark anything. :)
Technically, the visitation room didn't look any different than the rest of the prison, but then nobody had eyes for the room - only the people showing up inside it.
Sorry for the wait! This one is a little angsty and through the eyes of a character that hasn't been written about a lot so... Hope that it's Ok! If not I can try a different angle or you can request something different.
Technically, the visitation room didn't look any different than the rest of the prison, but then nobody had eyes for the room - only the people showing up inside it. Didn't matter if the people were happy, sad, angry or nervous to be there - all that mattered was that there were people in that room.
And this wasn't something that Eduardo Alvarez let himself indulge in often, but every once in a while he would wander into the visitation room and watch the different people filter in and out. Sometimes he lets himself pretend that some of these people are here to visit him; that somewhere in the crowd are his wife and daughter - probably wouldn't recognize them even if they did come, it had been years since he last saw either of them.
Still it's nice to pretend that he hadn't cursed his family, that his father hadn't died in this shit-hole, that his son wasn't currently rotting in solitary; that maybe, someone in the world still thought of him.
But it wasn't a fantasy that he let himself dwell in often, after all the visitation room was only an extension of the prison.
"Oh no, that's not why I'm blaming you," Aran tutted, not best pleased by the scene in front of him. Of all the damn places, why here? "I'm blaming you for picking the woods to do it. Could you not have, I don't know, found some dark, damp alleyway or something? Do the trees really deserve to witness such mindless brutality?" Was he being sarcastic? Dramatic? It was truly anybody's guess. What he was doing, however, was pouting.
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"You're blaming me as if it was my fault that person's neck went into my mouth and now they're dead. I was just doing them a favour."
From the most recent stream of Hollowed Bonds*, I wanted to make fanart of the lovely moment where the party recieved the iconic Wolf Plush. And a free png of my drawing of the wolf plush, just in case anyone wants to use it!
*(a wonderful DnD game DMed by @evildoerzinc on twitch, and including @pmseymourva in the cast! You should definitely watch it if you can, it's a lovely time and all of the talented people involved are very nice)
The tall, strong man looked closely at her facial features. She had such a pure face, he would adore the feeling of her sucking down his huge length. And the more he fought her mind, the more he was sure that she would adore it too. It was only too easy, making her picture being adorned in jewellery and nothing else, surrounded by many other of his women, while she alone got his cock stuffed deep inside of her. The more he put such thoughts in her head, the more he wanted them for himself.
His hand didn't stop its assault on her pussy, even as she protested and was clearly conflicted. This layer of defense would fall soon enough, and given enough time, he was sure it would disappear entirely. "I'm not doing anything. Your body just cannot handle me, it seems." He smirked at her, still fondling her, before he reached her up and lifted her off the ground. For a moment he threw her over his shoulder, which made it easy for him to pull down her jeans and underwear. Immediately when he had bared her bottom half, he put her back on her feet and against the wall. Her top was soon to follow, being torn to shreds and tossed aside. First, he now touched her bare pussy, slipping some fingers inside, letting them coat in her juices. Another hand joined to cup her large, soft breasts, meanwhile his gaze was ever glooming and hovering above her.
"Does that feel good?" He knew the answer, of course. He wrapped a hand around her neck, making her head tilt to the side, allowing him to kiss, suck, and nibble on her neck. It was like he wanted to devour this woman, make her his, both her mind and her body. "Do you want it?" he asked as he pulled his head back. Yet he didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she soon found herself pushed down to the floor, on her knees, with his gigantic cock staring right at her face. "Eat it, if you so desperately want it. Haven't you been dreaming of that for ages?" He was trying to see if she had had any other men in her life. Was there perhaps a current man in her life, before she got here? He would try and fight it, make her see how much better this was.
she should be offended. she should hate this man. she did, in fact, which perhaps is what made her wandering thoughts all the more perverse. it was like a crash crash she couldn’t turn away from, fascinated with the images her mind produced even if at the moment she did not believe she wanted them. still, it was only a matter of time until her brain offered new images, ones where she is one of his girls, where she is riding his cock and the rest are envious of her. it was a place of honor, after all, wouldn’t they be jealous?
amelia shakes that line of thinking and does her best to to keep her gaze averted from his cock. yet, the increased attention to particular thoughts has her eyes wandering back to the thick, veiny thing. her mouth dries at the sight. hopefully he was not in her mind at this very moment… hopefully he could not hear that he was bigger than any man she had before. she’s hardly given a moment to consider it though before he’s pushing her back against the wall, groping her over the same clothes she had been left in for days. it was humiliating and it absolutely should not leave her slick between her thighs. she shifts slightly, trying to appease the demand from her pussy for something, anything. when she does, his hand comes to cup her heat, and she glared daggers at him.
she means to anyway, but looking at him now with his hand between her legs, she cannot help but widen her eyes and let out a moan. “i don’t, this isn’t—,” she protests to herself, but it is clear on her features that he’s making her feel good. “what are you doing to me?” she whimpers. it had to be his doing, right? even if she could not understand how.
@divinaaquis
A familiar grinning face with glowing amber eyes peered out at the seraph from the darkness.
“Why, if it isn’t the water brat. Long time, eh~?” His mouth showed all his teeth. “Let’s play again.”
She had finished setting up the last one, and she started humming as she walked down the walls, patrolling. It was an old song she heard when she traveled through the woods, across the many settlements of the outsiders and the cog. She found it was a favorite, and since there’s plenty of time to kill after doing what she had to do.
She had to wait until either he finished saying his love or until the traps were no longer spilling glitter and sparkle. She was fine with either, but...When was the last time she had done something this dedicated to someone? For someone as kind as JD? There was an answer, but she brushed it off, they were friends. Nothing more.
“Boy with a coin, he found in the weeds with bullets and pages of trade magazines, close to a car flipped on the turn when God left the ground to circle the world.”
The words slowly and quietly spilled from her lips as she started to sing, and dance to an imaginary beat in the quiet hall, where she heard it from a time when the swarm was once the locust. When the world was in chaos, constantly fluctuating and in a fluid balance that others would cry in anger over.
" trust me, vision boards work. anyone who isn't doing them in 2024 is pretty much setting themselves up for disaster, you know ? " she's ranting away, as always, doing multiple things at once. quickly turns to the other with an empty glass in her hand. " now, before we get started i need to know : red, white, or rosé ? " closed ft. @sloanetm
“ you know, if you ever get tired of working here, i could find you something else, ” words are spoken as he comes into view of his old friend having just ate at the restaurant with a client. slow smile stretching into place as he shrugs his shoulders. “ though you do have a great phone voice, i’ll give you that. ” closed ft. @sloanetm
closed ft. @sunshinesfm
kai stares, blinks, is quiet for a moment before he let's out an exasperated sigh. " yeah, so most of that went completely over my head. you really never learned to chill out, did you ? "
sooo I’m doing a thing
Progress is very slow but steady I think. It was probably a bad idea to start another drawing in the middle of finishing up this one… *sadly watches my motivation slowly slink away to the exit*
"No, I'm leaving." She shook her head, gathering the layers of skirts strewn across the floor. She'd been so taken with the feeling of his lips on her skin and the heat of his breath to realize how wrong this entire situation was. It didn't matter how honest he was, how kind, or how pleasurable he was, someone like Cassian and someone like Anne would never end up together. She'd taught enough arithmetic to know that one plus one high born and one governess would never be a match. And she was a fool for thinking it could ever be anything other than occasional fucking. "This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here. I need to go."
Anne silently cursed herself for falling into temptation, for allowing his pretty words and face distract her from the safety of solitude. She had been so lonely, so desperate for attention that she had thrown her inhibitions away for a moment of pleasure. She was more disgusted with herself than she was with Cassian. He was a man, and all men were expected to behave this way at one point or another. But Anne? She had fought to make a life for herself, to carve a spot out in the world where she could hide away in. And warming the bed of nobility--no matter how attractive they were--was not the way to do it. "Don't worry, you can go find another servant to seduce, I'm sure you have dozens just waiting to take you inside."
open to: f, connection: any (taboo welcome)
plot: your muse has caught one of my guys out in a lie. pls specify which muse you'd like me to respond with!
he sighed when he saw her gathering her things at the foot of the bed, and he rolled over slowly. "come back to bed, kit. take me inside you," he whispered, his face an open book. "i promise i won't lie to you."
"Yeah, you're right. I could have." Doyun didn't say should have. Despite knowing she was in the wrong, it was hard for her to apologize -- there was a irritation in her voice even though it was her fault she'd run late. "The agency contacted me and say they could sign me this week. I couldn't leave...I'm--" Sorry. The word was on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't get it out. Doyun sighed, feeling the tears start to burn the corners of her eyes. Relationships shouldn't be about hurting each other and she knew that's exactly what she was doing.
"I am sorry, Minjun," she whispered, looking at the ground instead of at her boyfriend. "Could we -- could we just go home and try to move on?"
muse: choi minjun ‘mj’, bartender/paranormal youtuber, 26 open to: m / f / nb plot: couples on rocky ground? could be a famous/non-famous pairing
“you could’ve just told me if you knew you couldn’t make it.”
@queenofhartsxo gets a shippy starter from nikki.
ever since nikki could remember, nattie had been her best friend. she had been there when nikki and brie had debuted, helped them every step of the way. and if she even got to hold the divas championship for as long as she had - she owed credit to nattie for that. she always felt like there had been something other than friendship between the two of them for so many years. but she wasn't about to say anything and ruin a 10 year long friendship. they were both training at the gym today. it had been such a long time since nicole had been in a wrestling ring and she was thinking about making a comeback. she just wasn't sure if wwe would be her home or if it would be somewhere else. ❝ you are truly my best friend in the entire world, nattie. i really missed training and working out with you. ❞
starter for @haertbreak based on ( stroke ) from this post.
"how does that feel?" dark brown eyes gazed upward from alexis' spot sitting back on her heels between roberto's legs. her pretty hand worked up and down the length of his cock, her other hand set on his thigh. head tilted, curiosity driving her. her body hidden by his desk behind her, she's a sweet little secret at the professor's feet. maybe it was her need to please that drove the student to fill every one of roberto's desires, but she had to admit that she did enjoy the thrill of fooling around in the empty classroom while he waited for his next course to begin. it only felt natural for him to instruct her in something like this, it was his job to teach her after all. "my grip isn't too tight, is it? it is wet enough? do i need to use my spit?" innocence gleamed in the young girl's eyes, her questions coming from naivety.
kwiksilvers:
🍚🥢 ♡ ๋࣭ ⭑ closed starter from jace !
“ oh , hey ! i haven’t seen you in a while … ” there’s a tug on his lips as he looks at them , smile widening as he steps closer . “ when was the last time … ? it’s really good to see you here , though . how have you been ? ” @mytimed
what is he talking about? nikon thinks to himself. “ haven’t seen me in awhile? ” the bodyguard raises an eyebrow. “ maybe you haven’t seen me, jace, but i’ve been there. it’s my job to watch over you, for heaven’s sake. ” he smirks as jace smiles at him, shaking his head. “ do you really not notice when i’m around? am i that inconspicuous? ”
Hazbin hotel :D
These are just some hc of a moth reader's 'interactions' with Val. Das all.
I got this finished earlier today but wanted to post the other first so this might have made a little sense in some strange way. Anyway. @ourmurdermassiah
The True Virgin Tiger Moth (intro)
Reader is in hell for poisoning their (abusive) s/o(and many others)
Reader looks nearly identical to Val, only difference is the eye color and even then, it's a hue off
Surprisingly Christian. Christian conservative. Will read Bible verses to a demon if they start pissing Reader off
Runs a bakery
Routinely steals Val's clothes, just cause
Impersonates Val to steal more of his clothes
Ruins his reputation, again, just cause
Has never actually met face to face with Val
Reader is going to help at the "happy" hotel
Will likely give Angel a panic attack. Or make him angry
Someone will cause tears from the reader. There is no stopping it
Reader is religiously abstinence. Aka, Reader is a virgin.
Reader very much does not like touch
Reader gets along with Rosie and Alastor after they realize that "This isn't Val, this is someone better :D"
Charlie feels bad for Reader for yelling
The first thing you see is red.. everything.. Red sky, red building, red.. people? Your attention is quickly directed to some of the first off-color in this place.
A neon green sign that reads, "Welcome to Hell!" with some letters flickering like the light bulbs haven't been changed in years. The sign seemed to be the only clear thing you could see. Your vision felt as if you were looking through frosted glass.
You attempt to prop yourself up with seemingly extra weight on your sides. When you gaze down, there lies an extra set of arms. You quickly rush over to find some sort of reflective surface, which you find rather difficult with the new, retched sight.
You manage to feel around for a window, finding a rather tall, stylish looking moth staring back. Purple skin, large, pointed teeth, a single gold tooth on the right side of your face.
You collect yourself quickly. You knew you were going to hell after all. You had murdered many. Mainly your horrid s/o, may God rest his soul.
You look down to "see" your bottom set of hands move to a rather obvious praying position, hands clasped in front of you. You couldn't seem to move them apart even if you wanted to. They were out of the way now, so you didn't mind.
As you make your way down the sidewalk, curious about what is here (smiling all the while), you watch people quickly rushing around (running away from you), hearing every now and again a loud bang with a chorus of screams.
"Everyone is so lively here!" you hum to yourself.
You "look" around for a bit longer before carefully making your way to what seemed to be a clothing store if you were to guess.
Before you get the chance to go inside, a flyer flew against your leg. When you manage to catch it, you see that it looks to be advertising some sort of building? You have to look incredibly close to the poster, clutching the edges of it and squinting your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision (unknowing of the worry everyone around you has for the poor soul that made the poster).
It seems to be requesting... something... for the- "Mappy Motel"? "Hally Halol"? You smack yourself, laughing lightly, when you realize how close you were the first time.
While the name was still rather strange to you for Hell, "Happy Hotel" makes more sense than the others.
You pocket the poster for later when you have a better understanding of what is around you. And with that, you stroll into the store next to you.
You make your way up to a counter swiftly despite your sight disadvantage, and before you can even raise your hand to request some services, a group of three rush over to you.
"Everything is ready for you, sir," one mumbled. "Sir"? You had only just arrived, and you were getting honorifics? Granted, the wrong ones, but they were clearly helping YOU, so, what were you to do?
Accept whatever help they give, obviously.
They were quick to hand you a pair of glasses that honestly didn't seem like they'd do much, but to humor them, you took a look through them. And goodness, were you glad you did.
It was as if someone had finally turned on the defrost for the frosted windshield. You could see!
You couldn't celebrate first too long as quickly after, a coat was moved onto your shoulders. Or, at least, they tried to. It was now that you realized just how tall you are now.
To try to help, you bend down a little, but that seemed to startle them for some reason. You don't get the chance to apologize before a rather large hat is placed on your head, and they back away with a quick bow.
You smile again and swiftly turn to leave. You aren't sure what all just happened and want to leave before anything else occurs to make it feel like you shouldn't be there. You give a quick thanks and exit out the door.
It's after the door is shut, and you have already walked a ways down the street before you remember the flyer you found. With your new sight, you retrieve it and get to reading.
You skim through it, finding many strange colors that look like they wouldn't work well together, but the thought was nice. The flyer explains that there is a hotel on the edge of the "pride ring" that is accepting all who wish to be redeemed.
You look at it for a long moment, a mental debate before you make your decision.
You have no interest in being redeemed, but you have no issue in helping others who may want it. And so, you head over to one of the few who are left around you. They seemed to be a humanoid lizard, somehow seeming weak in your eyes.
"Excuse me? Do you have a moment?" You wave at him, catching his attention easily. He looks around before pointing to himself in a confused manner. "Yes! You!" He gains a fearful look. What for?
You make it over to him and show him the flyer. "Do you know where I can find this hotel?"
He points a shaky finger over to a tall building in the distance. It looks run down but definitely has potential. You give the man a nod of thanks and begin walking.
First day in Hell, and somehow, you can't wait for the next. You get the feeling this is gonna be fun.
And.. why do you feel like someone is cursing you out?