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Draco malfoy x Curvy! Reader

⚠️: Draco himself is one ngl, Virgin reader, Insecurities over being curvy, thigh fucking, no protection.

Summary: Months after a fight between him and you, and he mentioned you being too big for him (he didn't mean it, he just couldn't shut his damn mouth), he finally breaks down and....begs?

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" You snipped, walking down the street in a skirt and a tshirt. "I want to talk about what the fuck is on your thighs. Why are you taping yourself, L/N."

"What I do to my body isn't none of your business." You scoffed, grunting when he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the brick wall behind you. "Please, just...why?" He looked...worried? "What? Don't remember what you said yourself, how I'm too big for you?"

Your words make him grimace slightly, he remembered alright and he's hated every damn day and second after it. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. "I shouldn't have said that. You're not fat or too big for anything, Darlin'. You're curvy, yeah but that's a good thing. You're soft." He reached up, his hands hovering over your curves, barely holding back from actually touching you. His eyes were dark, his expression intense as he looked at you, as if he was trying to get you to understand something. "Don't you see, Darlin'? You're...you're soft. You've got warmth, you're so comfortable and...you're not a goddamn stick. You feel so good under my hands, Darlin'. I want to hold you, touch you, feel you—"

You cut him off with a scoff, not wanting to belive him, "All because you're lonely and want someone to make your world a little less dull. I'm not a whore, Malfoy. I'm not just some pretty face I'm sorry that you think you can just get whatever you want, but that's not how that works for me." You choked out, backing up "Besides, skinny rich boys like you don't like curves, I doubt you could even pick me up."

His eyes darkened, anger flashing across his face. He stepped forward, closing the distance you'd just tried to create between you by squirming away. "Don't tell me what I like, Darlin'. You don't get to decide that." His hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh above your hipbones. His hands gripped you hard, holding you in place. "I decide what I like. You think I don't want to touch these curves? These hips? Your thighs, Darlin'? You have no idea how I look at you when you walk by, how many times I caught myself watching your thighs jiggling in those jeans or leggings. So don't tell me I don't like curves. You don't know a damn thing about me, Darlin'."

He let out a frustrated huff, his body tense, as if he were fighting some internal battle. "I don't want someone who fits neatly in my arms, who I can just throw around. I want someone who can...who can break me." He looked back into your eyes, his expression almost...vulnerable, as if he'd exposed some part of himself he hadn't meant to. "Break you?" You whispered, looking up at him, confusion in those pretty eyes. "Mmm." He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear.

"Break me, Darlin'. Make me lose control, drive me wild, take me apart until I'm nothing but a mess at your mercy. Ruin me, Darlin', until there's no coming back."

His breath was hot against your ear, his body pressed firmly against yours. His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body making you suddenly aware of all the places your bodies touched; your thighs, your hips, your chests, your faces. He was everywhere, surrounding you, overwhelming you. And his words...the way he asked you to break him, to make him lose control...it was like he was asking you to own him. To own his body, his pleasure, his very being. His touch was driving you insane, every brush of his fingers against your skin setting your body alight. You could feel his hardness against your hip, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. It was as if he was claiming your body right here, in the middle of the night, where anyone could see.

His other hand was at your hip, his fingers curled into the soft flesh above your hip bone as he held you in place. He pushed his knee between your legs, widening them, his whole body language possessive, demanding more, wanting more of you. Draco groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips as you rocked against his thigh, the thin material of your panties doing nothing to hide how much your body ached and ached for more.

"You're already wet, Darlin'," He murmured, his voice low. "Is that for me, Darlin? Is all this...for me?" You nodded, whimpering lightly as you kept moving your hips. His lips were back on your neck, his teeth now nipping sharply at the flesh of your shoulder. "I should just do it right here, Darlin'. I should just throw away all my inhibitions and take you against this wall, let everyone hear how you're mine."

Your thighs were shaking from all the grinding you were going, your clit was swollen and needy, you hadn't been able to formulate words to tell him you're a virgin, not even near as experienced as he was. His fingers dipped beneath the seam of your panties, his touch teasingly light as he brushed against you, running his fingers through the slick wetness that'd gathered at your core. He could feel you shuddering against him, your body trembling and desperate, as he murmured in your ear, his voice still low and rough.

"If they see us, they'll see your body pressed against me. They'll know it's me who made you like this. They'll know you're mine, Darlin', and no one can have you but me."

For some reason, you remember a little scene from a boo you've read, and he might like it. You reach unsteady hands to his pants button and fly, pulling his pearly cock out, it's tip was a bright pink and leaking. His soft groan made you a tad bolder so you pushed his pretty cock between your plush thighs, halfway in your underwear,

"Fuck my thighs...please?" You mumbled, looking up at him and Draco groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers indenting the skin as he tried to regain his composure, his body shuddering as he fought to maintain control. "Yeah, Darlin'. Fuck, whatever you want." He whined as his hips rolled, the slick leaking from your cunt covering his cock as it moved, making your thighs get wet too.

Both of you were making soft noises as he fucked your soft, thick thighs. He was spilling soft praises, a mix of "So pretty." "All mine" "My pretty Girl". You honestly didn't know what to say back besides moans and whimpers; his cock was consistently rubbing your clit. The way he was trembling had the words coming out your mouth before you thought, "Gonne come for me, sweet boy?"

Which earned you a jagged thrust and a whimper. He groaned, his body trembling as he nodded, his hands moving to your hips as he tried to keep himself together, his body grinding against you. "Yes, Darlin'. Yes, Darlin', I'm gonna-" he whispered into your neck that was already coated in soft red marks from his bites.

You felt him adjust and slide only his tip into your soaked cunt, hot come spilled from him, going in and then dripping out to my thighs, panties amd well...the concrete below. By the look in his face....he's never done raw sex before...This mightbe been your first sexual experience with someone else, but this was probably the first time he's done raw. Holy shit.

He let out a shaky breath, his body still trembling, the reality of what just happened settling in. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, trying to regain his composure. "Ive never....not without protection.." He couldn't seem to form the words, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours, the silver in them more than a little lust-hazed. "It's okay, sweets." You mumbled, "You've done it...without protection before?" He asked, his voice soft, a hint of something like disbelief in his tone.

You flushed and couldn't look at him while admitting it, "Well uh...no..I've never...at all actually.... I just read a lot of books."

With that admission, he was picking you up over his shoulder, easily proving a twig like him could carry you. "Tonight is gonna be the best night of your damn life, and it'll be both of our lasts. Cause you're it for me."

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I am now also writing a Harry Potter fan fic of Draco x OC ^^

If anyone would like to follow on Wattpad, I'd love to be moots there as well! I don't write often, but I do have one book that's ongoing and recent which screenshots are above ^^

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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A friend of mine that works at a hospital in GA said that there's ANOTHER COVID OUTBREAK IN A FEW WINGS OF THE HOSPITAL ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Everyone we need to start taking precautions again cause clearly no one is wanting to be informative or be truthful over a lot of things going on in the US right now. First it was the Measles now this?

We also shipped JEFF THE KILLER AND BEN DROWNED

“why do you ship them? I thought the ship wasn’t canon?” bro we’re talking about fictional characters, who don’t actually exist in real life, from a media that focuses solely on fictional events that are not real either. so what if these two made-up characters didn’t kiss in their source material? they have lots of nasty gay sex on archive of our own and thousands of novel length slow burn enemies to lovers fics written about them. the fanon content at this point far exceeds the whole canonical franchise. the problem isn’t “it’s not canon” the problem is that you don’t allow yourself to let go of canon and enjoy the wonder of fan contents that are just as good / valid

Paul Lahote x Male!FTM! Reader

Tw: Cursing, MDNI/Smut, Scarring on body (Top surgery scars that botched), insecure Reader (if you squint), Reader isn't fully transitioned, anal, mentions of stuff in the front

You have been wracking Paul's damn brain since he met you last week. He can't even function if you're around, he just has to watch you like a lost puppy, and you haven't even noticed! Sadly for him, the pack has and they don't ever hold back.

Yesterday, Paul had managed to score a date-not-date with you, camling on the beach. Paul could barely breathe when he saw you in a tight black tank top and swimshorts to match it. You were...beautiful. He's seen photos of you as a woman, and dammit he'd have you either way. Man. Woman. They. He didn't care. He could spend all day watching you, admiring you...fucking you. Dammit.

You were desperately oblivious to his looks, or at least if you did notice, you brushed them off. You and that damn half sided smile you'd send him occasionally. The fire was warm, the tent was at the side, a little closer to the woods, so yall weren't as bare to the wind and slashing sand.

"Well, I'm bored, Wolf boy. You said you'd keep me entertained." You teased, smiling and those pretty damn eyes batting at him. What he wouldn't do to make them roll back. "You wanna swim then?" He offered, voice gruff with emotions, the main being pure desire. He watched as you got up, stretching, bones popping in a few places "Well just don't stare too hard." You smirked as you slid your tank top off, you barely or never shown anyone your chest. By god he was in love. Your scarring was a soft pink to tan skin, obvious to see it was bumpy and ragged. Paul wanted to kiss and bite every part till you were saying you were pretty.

"No staring. Got it." He mumbled, watching as you went off to the water. Paul's heart raced as you called out to him, your voice both teasing and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be closer to you and his need to maintain control. But the sight of you in the water, your scars shimmering in the moonlight, was too much to resist. With a strangled breath, he stood up and walked towards the water, his gaze still fixed on you. The water was cold, but he barely felt it when he stood beside you.

"You're beautiful, ya know?" He asked gently, and when you didn't respond, he kept going, "Scars, transition, every damn thing about you. You're perfect to me."

He didn't miss how your face flushed as you mumbled a quick, "You think so? Their not...ugly?" He shook his head no, reaching out a hand, his fingers gently grazing the scars on your chest, tracing their outlines with a feather-light touch. "These scars don't change how I see you," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "They just make you even more beautiful. And even more mine."

Within moments, you two were on the sand, the tent be dammed, as yall made out hungrily. He broke the kiss, trailing to your chest to kiss the botched scars and then lower. "W-wait.." You mumbled, and he stopped he'd always stop. "I don't..I'm not fully transitioned." You admitted, but he didn't care. Not one damn bit. "So? I can do either. Front or back. You're mine, nothings changing that."

His words were full of love and reassurance so you nodded and he continued. Taking your shorts and then boxers off. He nearly fucking drooled at you. Trimmed but clean, he couldn't help but swipe his tounge at your Tcock, which had you squirming. "Tell me if I need to ever stop." You heard his words but the intense pleasure that hit knocked your response away as he sucked your tcock and slid two fingers into your cunt to please you. You were coming in minutes of it, he kissed your cunt and pulled off. "Front or back, my sweet boy. What's more comfortable?"

You were too stimulated to even answer, only managing a soft moan as you turned, arching your back to present yourself. "Fuckin hell, sweetheart." Paul groaned as he wet his own hard cock that was leaking, one hand went to the base of his cock, the other to your Tcock to stroke at it while he slid in. He knew he was a big boy, a cock at 7 inches and just as thick wasn't the best for first date anal sex, but he'd get you there.

The both of you were desperate and content to jist keep fucking on the beach, but it got way too cold to quick. So now, in the tent, flap open, he was back to rutting his cock into your ass as he jerked off yours, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt just so it wasn't neglected.

"Close. Fuck, Paul, I'm gonna come." You whimpered out, drooling into one of his pillows he had brought. "Me too, fuck, come for me, love." He panted as he kept going, feeling the knot in his gut getting unbearably tight. As soon as you came, tightening around him, he jerked and spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to ride the highs out before he pulled out, watching with content as some of his cum leaked out of your tight ass.

The two of you, too tired to get dressed jist simply cuddled naked, not bothering to close the flap due to the wolf heat between both of you and the stench of sex. Your head tucked into his chest, listening to his heart as you fell asleep.

Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader

Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀

You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.

You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.

"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?

When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"

You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."

He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."

He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.

He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.

You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.

Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.

You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.

" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.

The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.

God these are amazing 🫐🫐💕

blueberry dividers pretty please 🫐 💙

You got it anon! 🩵🌸

Blueberries

he had more thoughts

Just add on to this cause it's absolutely adorable

Reader comes back after three and half weeks, Only to go to their room to notice ALOT of their clothes are gone. Shirts, Hoodies, you name it.

They go to search for their the omegas only to find 141 all huddled up like penguins waiting for their alpha to finally come back, and yes Readers clothes are on them. Price has a hoodie, Ghost has one if your bigger sweaters, Soap probably has a pair of your boxers (perv), and Gaz has your sweatpants you could've sworn you've sweated like hell in.

It’s always omega reader this, omega reader that..

Feast your eyes on Alpha!Reader and Omega!TF141 😈

Alpha!Reader who was put in the Task Force by Laswell even though the 141 didn’t want another member. They got increasingly more angry when they were informed that the new member would be an alpha.

Let me tell you these men are hella feral. They’ve learnt to not only push down most, if not all, of their omega instincts but also take care of each other with these accommodations.

And then Reader walks in, displaying as the complete opposite of these feral omegas. They are very in-touch with their instincts and often very calm when not on the field.

Of course, on instinct, Reader immediately claims them as their own even though the 141 absolutely HATES them.

Their comforting woodsy scent always fills the room when they go to see one or multiple of them (they just wanna make sure their the omegas are comfy).

Reader doesn’t even hesitate to give up their food when they so much as sense that one of the guys are hungry.

If they sense earlier on that one of them is coming down with something, they’re immediately fussing over the soon-to-be-sick omega. (The men are pissed meanwhile Reader is STRESSING.)

Reader who made a nest for them because the 141 refuses to have one on the regular (Reader was heartbroken when they found out).

The men show nothing but disdain towards Reader but they don’t seem to notice just from the constant doting they do towards the omegas.

One day, Reader has to go on a solo mission for a few weeks, nothing major right? The 141 realizes that maybe they do need their alpha even though they refuse to admit it.

Sorry this is very scatter brained :(

WolfAlpha! Simon is pissy that he has to keep an eye over you for the summer while your parents are gone, but he doesn't complain verbally, at least.

BunnyOmegaM!User that hasn't had their first heat yet, just assumes the doctors are right and their a beta. Nothing could go wrong with a male alpha and beta...right?

WolfAlpha! Simon that spent weeks just ignoring your presence for absolutely no reason stops one night by your door, smelling a deep rich and sweet scent. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to have unplanned pregnancies under his roof. So when he opened the door, he definitely was shocked to see you, alone, and fully passed out in baby blue boxers and a tank top. Oh god, was that scent coming from you? You're a beta though..right?

BunnyOmegaM!User that woke up to your boxers being soaked in two places. Your ass and your crotch. First you had assumed, like any rationally person that you just had a really fucked up dream and came all over yourself while asleep. Seems accurate. So you go downstairs to find Simon making breakfast with tired eyes. You went to take a shower, making note thar you felt off as hell. Hot, flushed, and horny. Jesus you needed to get laid. You tried to jerk off in the shower, but even after coming and putting it down the drain you were still hard as a rock.

WolfAlpha! Simon who had pumped his cock till he came in a pair of your dirty boxers while he listened in on your jerking off in the shower was hitting his fucking limit. He hated you. Those stupid ass bunny ears, the baby tail, the big eyes you batted at him. God those big eyes looking at him while you deep throated his cock would be a good picture.

BunnyOmegaM! User waking up at three am to feeling a pressure over him and something hard and thick grinding into his ass. " 'tis alright. Just me, sweet little bunny." Simon's thick accent crawled with desire that made your back arch instinctively. "Whats going on? I feel so hot."

WolfAlpha! Simon let's it click into place that this would be your first heat. "It's your heat, bunny boy. Seems like you're a late bloomer omega. Nothing wrong with it." He reassured and groaned feeling your tail twitch against his cock tip that was leaking like God's tears.

BunnyOmegaM! User who was too needy, and frankly would never admit how they found Simon a hot dilf couldn't stop his soft pleas for help and the need to be filled. You sobbed as he did just that, bullying your pretty small ass with his cock that you could swear was making a stomach bulge.

WolfAlpha! Simon who was grunting and moaning praises about how tight and how good you felt around his cock for being just a dumb bunny in a wolf's den.

WolfAlpha! Simon watching as his knot started to swell and hit your asshole, watching as you whithered and begged for it without shame. He wasn't going too, knowing a knot could potentially mean pregnancy till you said the words

"Please daddy. Knot me. Breed me."

Who was he to deny a pretty rabbit boy that just wanted to get fucked? So he did. After a few thrusts he slammed his knot into you. Knowing he mightve ripped your hole a little but the ecstasy of feeling you take every drop of his come into your boy cunt pushed it away from his mind.

BunnyOmegaM! User crying and sobbing from the pain, but too fucked out to ask to stop or a break cause heats never cared for pain. Just breeding. Just pups.

BunnyOmegaM! User shuffling into Simon's office one day two months later to show him a pregnancy test that had a very bright positive on it. Don't be surprised when he fucks you again just so he has the ability to call you a good bunny and how you'll be such a good dad to his pups.

Domain Expansion Ideas

I hope to god I did this shit right 😅

Name: Covenant Under Bloodshed

Appearance: The domain looks like a forest clearing with leaves flowing like rivers of blood. In the center of the clearing stands a young fawn, covered in blood, with sharp fangs.

Ability: "Bleeding Embrace"

Any object or person within the domain is imbued with a cursed energy that causes them to bleed profusely, and the blood lost strengthens the fawn, giving it increased power and speed.

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Name: "Consecration of Sacrifice"

Appearance: The domain takes the form of a grandiose church building, with stained glass windows depicting lambs. A pure white lamb stands at the center altar.

Domain Expansion Ability: "Atonement of the Innocent"

This domain traps its opponents in a sacrificial ceremony. The lamb's purity and innocence cause negative emotions to be temporarily suppressed within the domain, making it difficult for opponents to draw on their cursed energy. During this time, the lamb can use its purity to weaken and harm them.

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Name: "Carnal Indulgence"

Appearance: This domain expansion takes the form of a dark and twisted forest with blood-soaked trees, and a clearing in the middle resembling a grotesque banquet.

Domain Expansion Ability: "Fated Consumption"

Any individual caught within the domain experiences a cursed energy that intensifies the desire for primal instincts and carnal desires. While within the domain, the target loses their sense of self-preservation and will fight with a reckless abandonment, fueled by the urge to consume others.

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Domain Name: "Deception and Disguise"

Appearance: The domain takes the form of a peaceful meadow bordered by dense forest surroundings. Within the meadow, a lone sheep stands among several wolves, appearing harmless and nonthreatening. However, the true nature of the sheep is concealed within this deceptive facade.

Domain Expansion Ability: "Masked Predation"

Those caught within the domain are unable to ascertain the true intentions of the sheep disguised as a harmless creature. While the opponents are misled and distracted by the deceptive appearance, the sheep, being the actual threat, uses its concealed power to manipulate and harm them.

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Name: "Garden of Eden's Folly"

Appearance: The domain takes the form of a verdant garden, filled with colorful flora and fauna. In the center, a forbidden tree stands tall, reminiscent of the biblical Garden of Eden.

Domain Expansion Ability: "Original Sin"

Those caught within the domain are bound by a cursed energy that reflects the concept of the original sin. This could manifest in various ways, such as feelings of guilt, shame, or remorse, as well as a strong desire to defy authority or rebel against perceived restrictions.

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Yeahhhhh.....

me after realising I spend most of my time reading fanfics about seth clearwater instead of talking to people

Twilight Incorrect quotes

Carlisle : Y/N , what do IDK , ILY and TTYL mean ?

Y/N: I don’t know , I love you , talk to you later

Carlisle : ok  i love you too , I’ll ask Rosalie

Bella : I love you guys , you’re the best thing that happened to me

Emmett : We’re the best thing that’s ever happened to you ?

Bella: Yes!

Y/N: I’m starting to feel sorry for you.

Y/N: in your opinion , what the height of stupidity ?

Rosalie : * Turning to Bella* How tall are you?

Y/n: in my defence i was left unsupervised

Carlisle : wasn’t Emmett with you ?

Emmett : In my defence i was also left unsupervised

Esme : you have to apologize to Edward

Y/N: Fine

Y/n: ‘Unfuck you’ or whatever

Jacob : Y/N isn’t answering their phone

Seth : I’ll call

Jacob : Leah and i have both tried six times each , what makes you thi-

Y/N: hello ?

Jacob: It’s dark in here

Seth: Don’t worry dude I got this

Seth: *Stomps their feet*

Seth: *Skechers light up*

Y/N: Someone will die.

Seth: Of fun!

Y/N: Fuck

Carlisle : We've got to work on your cursing.

Y/N: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god's own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag

your roommate was a strange man.

can you even really call him a roommate if he's only home for one week every few months? but when he is home, simon riley is a pretty good roommate.

he fixes the heater that's been broken for two months, he replaces the faucet after it drenches you for turning it on too quick, he even takes a look at your car when you mention how your breaks have been squeaking. but other than his penchant for whiskey and the color black, you really don't know much about the man you've been living with for more than a year.

he's in the military, you know that for sure. he works with a team because he tells you that you have a striking resemblance to a man names "soap"? you take that as a compliment even if he didn't really mean it to be one. he wears combat boots even when he's off, you buy him a pair for his birthday that he doesn't take off until soles wear out. but all of these are merely observations, you don't actually know anything about him.

and it's not like you don't try to find out more things about him. you search his name on google- nothing. you ask him about his social media- 'don't got any'. you never ask about family because he never brings them up. all you have is a phone number and the license plate on his beat up dodge charger.

so, getting a call in the middle of the night, three months after you'd last seen simon, about a mission taking a bad turn and simon taking a bullet for an american private. all you really manage to catch after that was the hospital's address and a room number to ask for.

you feel like you're in a trance as you pack yourself an overnight bag, then move to simon's room and just start grabbing the softest clothes you can find and a bunch of snacks from his side of the pantry, then you're off.

you didn't want to see desperate or overly worried about a man whose favorite song you don't know but you're pushing into the high 90s on your way down. and your mind isn't clear until you're standing in front of a tired looking nurse in sanrio scrubs.

"um, i need to get into room 1206?" you barely choke the words out before she's getting up to lead you, "oh! mrs. riley, they told me you were on your way."

"oh-i'm, well" and if you hadn't watch so many hospital shows where they don't let anyone but family into the room you would have just told her the truth, but you just shut your mouth, give her a tight smile, and follow her down the hallway.

the room doesn’t take long to get to, but the door is shut and you can hear the people inside talking. but the nurse doesn't even hesitate to swing the door wide open, "mr. riley, your wife is here."

and then there are four sets of eyes trained on you, but all you can look at is the hulking figure of your roommate sat up in his comically small hospital bed. and all you can muster up is a slight smile and a small wave in his direction before the bags you're holding fly straight onto the floor.

"oh, shoot- i'm sorry. i didn't know if you needed anything so i just grabbed some things from your dresser- and some of those granola bars you like, and there should be a gatorade somewhere in there. and, oh my god, i'm sorry, how are you? i came as soon as they called, and they said you got shot, and-"

"calm down, sweetheart, or yer gonna be the one that needs a hospital bed." ok, simon could still speak that was good, and he was conscious and remembered you.

"i'm sorry. i just got worried, and-" simon knew you well enough to know that you'll worry yourself to death if he lets you keep going, "nothin' to worry about, sweetheart, pull up a chair, you've 'ad stressful few hours."

you practically fell back into the chair that the man with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen pushed towards you. and for the first time since you arrived, you took a deep, long breath. hand clasped in your lap as you take simon in.

"feeling any better, mrs. riley?"

"she's fine, garrick." 

'garrick' seems utterly unphased by your roommate's- husband's? you can address that later- tone and just continues to smile at you.

"c'mon simon, we just wannae ken 'bout the bonnie lass yer hidin' from yer pals. ye 'aven't even introduced us." you're glad the scot waited until you'd calmed down to start speaking because it took you at least 30 seconds to realize he was even talking about you.

"sweetheart these are the boys, boys this is sweetheart, now fuck off before you scare 'er away"

they didn’t seem like they were going to leave until the older man practically dragged them out saying something about the heaping loads of paperwork they had to do. so will a little wave and a cheeky smile, they were gone.

"so, um, ho-how are you feeling? they, uh, said that you got shot?"

" 'm fine, sweetheart, better knowing i've got a bird at home who'll come runnin' cause she thinks 'm hurt, yeah wife?"

yeah, maybe you'll let the mrs. riley thing go on for a little bit longer.

idk i just really like the idea of simon just picking someone random and being like 'yeah this is it, you're mine now' and they have literally no idea

Here is my admission for the @bbnotumbl cover art contest! I tried my best, hope everyone likes it even if I'm not picked ♡

neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

UGH I need some more Seth clearwater or Paul Lahote x M!Reader 😫 I've read just about all I can on here and I NEED MORE ‼️

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Yes I did! Gimmie!

it's cold out there, reblog to give a trans man a cup of soump

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

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Asshole!Simon who hates your guts for no apprent reason

Asshole!Simon who totally doesn't watch you walk by or stare at your ass

Asshole!Simon who definitely hasn't taken a pair of your boxers to just fuck himself with when you're out on missions for weeks at a time. He totally imagines every damn position and place. Doggy, Missionary, The shower room, in the woods near base..you fucking name it.

Asshole!Simon who denies being in your damn room while you're gone cause he gets worried about you so the only thing that helps him sleep is being in your bunk.

Asshole!Simon who had to leave with the others for a solid month and totally made it everyone else's problem cause he couldn't be around you but god forbid Soap tells him to ask you out.

Asshole!Simon who gets sloppy drunk after that mission was a success and sends you several audios and videos of him pumping that thick cock and whimpering your name in that deep British accent...wait is that a piercing on the tip??

Asshole!Simon who begs you to come to his room so he can get cock drunk or make you cock drunk.

Asshole!Simon who tries to deny fucking you the next day, but his stutters and protectiveness gives his big ass away.

When you do write, what do you write? I saw requests are open so was wondering. Thanks!

Just about all things besides abuse, too much detailed gore, CP, stuff like that

I can do fanfics, Character HCs, Smut, Omegaverse, and so on. Honestly, I haven't read something I wouldn't write about

Hope this helps!

my two moods for a day

☆☆☆ Reqs open! ☆☆☆

Alpha!Soap who couldn't stand how often your first alpha was neglecting you so Ghost and him spoke the night before on how they wanted you...but would you want them?

Alpha!Ghost hearing from your shitty alpha that you were in heat. Alone. Bloody bastard.

Alpha!Soap who went into your room first, to help break your oh so stubborn walls down.

Alpha!Soap who pushed you down onto the bed so gently just to get you undressed and actually had to ask how the hell you weren't being taken care of from how damn good you looked.

Alpha!Ghost who ended up joining a little after due to wanting a shower first, letting you nuzzle your face into his boxers that had outlined his hard erection.

Alpha!Soap taking you in doggy so you had full ability to also touch, and eventually choke on Ghosts own cock.

Alpha!Ghost laughing as you swatted his hand away to hold his knot so you couldn't take all.

Alpha!Soap loving each minute on watching and fucking your sweet ass.

Both men going to brain malfunctions when your heat had you begging for their pups. To be oh so full of their babies.

Alpha!Ghost praising you, "Take his knot then, doll." "Be a good boy and you'll get filled with our pups. You'd be treated so well and made happy." "Taking his cock so well, little one."

Alpha!Soap panting like a bitch as he kept trying and failing to knot your pretty ass. "Damn luv, s'tight." "Relax f'me. I wanna knot my pretty baby."

Alpha!Soap mewling like a whore when his knot finally does lock into that pretty ass so he can full you up. You'd moan but your mouth was too busy sucking Ghosts thick cock.

Alpha!Ghost prying your mouth off so he could keep his cum all for your pretty boy womb.

Alpha!Ghost getting up to switch places with Soap, but this time, he wanted you on your back. So you had your head in Soaps lap as Ghost jerked your pretty little omega cock.

Alpha!Soap letting you suck on his fingers while Ghost stretched you out a little more with his own fingers so you could accommodate his big cock.

Alpha!Ghost pressing on your tummy bulge from how deep he was inside your boy cunt. He was blissed out from how tight you were, feeling your gummy walls sucking him in some more.

Alpha!Soap praising you and Ghost, "Look how well he takes you, luv." "Don't his cock feel so good inside you?" You swear you're seeing stars from having such two good alphas you can barely understand what's coming out your mouth besides begging for them to get you pregnant.

Alpha!Ghost knotting you to hell, which makes you moan loudly, but not caring if your old ex-alpha hears it. You'd definitely be getting pregnant for sure.

Both men laying with you in between with soft promises to never let you be unhappy again, and how they'll be the best partners and how you three would be great dad's.

If anyone would like to follow on Wattpad, I'd love to be moots there as well! I don't write often, but I do have one book that's ongoing and recent which screenshots are above ^^

⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANNONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 childhood friends to lovers with paul

you were always his.

paul lahote has known you his entire life.

even as kids, he gravitated toward you, like some invisible force was always pulling him in your direction.

“you’re my best friend,” he told you when you were both seven, shoving a slightly crushed flower into your hands with a determined look. “forever.”

he didn’t know back then that he loved you—but he did. even before he understood what love was.

as you both grew up, paul started to notice things about you in ways that made his stomach tighten and his heart ache.

the way your hair caught the sunlight, the way your laugh echoed in his ribs, the way you touched his arm when you talked—fuck, it made his chest burn.

but you never looked at him the way he looked at you, and that killed him.

he forced himself to act normal, to hide the way his hands itched to touch you, the way his gaze lingered when you weren’t looking.

he would have given anything to be the one you turned to with soft, love-drunk eyes.

paul had to watch you date other guys. it nearly drove him insane.

he always put on a front—smirking, teasing you, acting like it didn’t gut him every time you mentioned some guy’s name.

“so, you and that asshole from school, huh?” he said one night, tossing a rock into the ocean, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. “didn’t think you had such bad taste.”

“shut up, paul,” you laughed, nudging him playfully. but he didn’t laugh.

because it wasn’t funny to him. it was hell.

but he stayed quiet. because what if telling you the truth meant losing you completely?

he could have kept his feelings buried forever if it weren’t for the night he saw you crying over some idiot who didn’t deserve you.

you had come to his house, eyes red, voice shaky, looking so fucking sad, and something in him just snapped.

“tell me who it is,” he said, voice dark and dangerous. “i’ll kill him.”

“paul—”

“tell me.”

you shook your head, wiping your eyes. “it doesn’t matter.”

didn’t matter? no, fuck that. it mattered more than anything.

he exhaled hard, running a hand over his face before muttering, “you deserve better.”

you huffed a watery laugh. “yeah? like who? you?”

his jaw locked. “yeah,” he said quietly, his hands shaking. “like me.”

it happened fast.

one second, you were teasing him, and the next, he was cracking open in front of you.

“do you even know how fucking hard it is?” he burst out suddenly, voice raw, desperate. “loving you like this?”

your breath hitched. “paul—”

“no.” he shook his head, stepping closer. “you don’t get it. i’ve loved you since we were kids. and every single day, i’ve had to watch you, knowing i’m not the one you want.”

his hands balled into fists, his breathing uneven. “i thought i could live with that. thought i could be okay just being your friend. but i can’t, y/n, i fucking can’t.”

his voice broke on the last word, and suddenly, you realized—he wasn’t just frustrated. he was in agony.

you hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear it until that moment.

until you saw the way he was looking at you—like he’d die if you didn’t love him back.

“say something,” he whispered, voice barely holding together.

you swallowed hard. “i—i don’t know what to say.”

his breath shuddered. “then let me.”

and then his hands were on your face, gentle but desperate, pulling you in as if he had been starving for you his whole life.

the second your lips touched, it was over—all the years of yearning, all the nights spent lying awake thinking about what it would feel like to have you, hold you, be yours.

“god, finally” he groaned against your mouth, fingers gripping you like he’d never let go.

and he never would.

the kiss changed everything.

one second, paul was your best friend, and the next, he was your paul.

he didn’t let you go for a long time after that.

he held you so tight, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip even a little.

when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted that,” he whispered, his fingers still tangled in your hair.

you let out a soft laugh, breathless. “i think i have some idea.”

“not funny.” his lips brushed yours again, barely there, but full of something achingly desperate. “i thought i was gonna go crazy wanting you like that.”

he didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night.

everything was the same, but also not.

paul still teased you like he always did, still tossed popcorn at you during movie nights, still wrestled you onto the couch playfully—

but now, when he pinned you down, his hands lingered. his lips brushed over your cheek before he let you go.

his eyes devoured you like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to look at you like this.

and, oh, god, the touches—

he was constantly touching you.

his hand on your thigh when you sat together. his fingers tracing your knuckles. his arms pulling you into his chest like it was second nature.

one night, you caught him just staring at you, jaw clenched, hands curled into fists.

“what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his face. “nothing.”

“paul.”

his eyes flicked to your lips, his entire body tensed, and then—

“i just really wanna kiss you again.”

paul had always been overprotective, but now? ten times worse.

if you so much as stumbled, he was there, hands gripping your arms, eyes full of pure panic.

“i’m fine, paul.”

“you almost died.”

“i tripped over a rock.”

“exactly.”

he hated the thought of anything happening to you. even the idea of losing you sent him into a downward spiral of pure terror.

one night, after a particularly bad nightmare, he woke up shaking, his arms around you too tight.

you stirred, sieepy. “paul?”

“just—just go back to sleep, baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

but you didn’t miss the way his breath shuddered against your neck.

the next morning, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. when you finally pushed him on it, he sighed, rubbing his face.

“had a dream you were gone,” he admitted, voice quiet.

you softened instantly, reaching for him. he immediately pulled you in, burying his face in your neck.

“i can’t lose you,” he murmured, voice raw.

“you won’t.”

“promise me.” his grip on you tightened. “just—just promise me.”

paul was obsessed with you in a way he never tried to hide.

he could spend hours just watching you talk, completely mesmerized by every little thing you did.

“paul,” you teased one day. “you’re staring.”

“yeah?” his lips twitched. “and?”

“and it’s weird.”

he just grinned, reaching over to pull you onto his lap. “mm, you’ll get used to it, baby.”

he also loved reminding you that you were his.

if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, paul was right there, an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

“something you need?” he’d ask, voice low, deadly.

the guy would immediately back off, and paul would just smirk, satisfied, pressing a slow kiss to your neck.

“mine,” he’d murmur. “all mine.”

one night, you were lying on the beach together, his arms wrapped around you, the waves crashing in the distance.

you sighed, content. “crazy to think we were just kids running around here not that long ago.”

paul hummed, his fingers brushing over your arm absentmindedly. “not that crazy.”

“why?”

he exhaled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “because i think i’ve been loving you since then.”

your heart stuttered. “paul—”

“no, i mean it.” he tightened his grip on you, his voice softer than usual. “i think… i think i’ve always been yours.”

you turned in his arms, looking up at him, your heart full.

“good,” you whispered, tracing a hand along his jaw. “because i’ve always been yours too.”

and paul just melted, pulling you into a slow, aching kiss—one that held years of longing, years of desperate, unspoken love finally set free.

paul isn’t subtle about how much he wants you to be his forever.

“you ever think about getting married?” he asks one night, his fingers tracing absent patterns over your skin.

“i—what?” you blink up at him, caught off guard.

his lips twitch, but his eyes are serious. “just wondering.”

you swallow hard. “do you?”

his jaw clenches for a second, like he’s fighting something deep.

“i think about you,” he says finally. “every day. every fucking second.”

he exhales softly, leaning in. “and i want all of it, y/n. i want you. forever.”

there was nothing that felt more natural than the way the universe had put you two together. and paul feels that every single every day.

so it’s not surprise he can’t hide his wish to be by your side.

it’s late, and paul is standing in the kitchen, watching you move around his space like you belong there.

and suddenly, he can’t take it anymore.

“move in with me.”

you freeze, blinking. “paul—”

“i mean it.” his voice is soft, but there’s something urgent underneath. “you already spend all your time here. just… stay.”

he steps forward, hands cradling your face. “stay with me,” he murmurs.

how could you say no to that?

paul lahote doesn’t just love you. he owns the feeling—deep in his bones, in every breath, in every look, in every single second he spends with you.