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Good day/night, author!
I love the details you put in your writing, those tiny details make me foldd
I wanted to request something cause I love your writing, and I wanted to see how you'd write this prompt <3
Slashers with a fem! s/o who sends them suggestive pictures of themselves (referring to the s/o). Could be sliding polaroids under their door/ leaving polaroids for them to see, sending them virtually, etc etc.
Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night, and Happy Holidays!
warnings(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts, reference to female anatomy, blood (only with asa)
a/n: thank god, finally an excuse to be thirsty,, also tysm for the very kind words!! it means a lot to hear from yall :) some of these go further than others, so just drop an ask if you want any of them expanded on.
🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.
I don’t know if you’ve done this before but what about period sex? 🥺 I feel like the slashers are so used to blood it wouldn’t be upsetting to them. (Preferably with Thomas Hewitt because he’s my current hyper-fixation)
I honestly can't remember if I've written this. I thought I had but I can't find but even if I have, I'll happily write it again! Period sex had become a recent interest of mine to be honest...
Period Sex with The Slashers (NSFW):
literally just a wellness check— you alive still? hope you’re surviving and stuff, so, yeah. lmao sorry text is awkward sometimes so i’ll just leave now. <3
I mega appreciate you for checking in. Still alive just in financial mental and physical hell rn but shit happens fr. I wanna start writing again soon I jus don’t have the time or mental energy rn. I’m sorry I kinda jus dropped off the face of the earth but I am alive !!
who wants to PayPal me money for nothing in return serious inquires only
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As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you
The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment
Warnings: None
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Title- Payment
“Is she awake yet?”
Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear.
“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern.
“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face.
“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway.
“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes.
“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep.
Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions.
“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back.
“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm.
Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest.
“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him.
“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed.
“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought.
“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”
“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it.
“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question.
“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks.
“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.
“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.”
“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips.
David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss.
“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you.
“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his.
Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed.
“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”
Tags- @icefrozendeadlyqueen
i know that hug is super comfortable
EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS
To make a very long and frustrating story short, I got fired from my job of two years (3rd shift cook at Waffle House) because I had an upper respiratory infection so severe that I could not take a full breath, walk for longer than ten minutes, or stand in front of that godforsaken grill for longer than five minutes without throwing up. They told me if I couldn't work, I was fired. So I was fired.
I am now 800 dollars in debt because I still had to pay my rent/bills for the month, and I need a bit of help. I'm mainly just trying to get money to get my cats food right now and maybe get my account a bit more out of the negatives. So, any help is appreciated.
It's 10 dollars for a drawing - an extra 2 for every extra person you want to add. I will share progress with you halfway through so you can make any changes you want, and when it's done, I'll scan and email it to you!
Here are some references for how I normally draw. Most of it is creepypasta as that's what I'm obsessed with at the moment, but I can draw whatever you're feeling!
DM ME IF YOU'RE INTERESTED. If you just feel like throwing some money at me, my cashapp is $Orpheus89 Thank you!!
"Oh! How does this frame look?"
Price comes into their shared safe house after he had to shave and all he gets is chaos. Soap's close to hyperventilating as he points at him. Gaz is screaming about stranger danger. Ghost looks like he's seen a ghost (pun intended), absolutely shell shocked
Shaving his beard was only practical for the under cover mission ahead of him considering it was his most recognizable feature. It was strange seeing himself without it. He looked so much younger. When he walked out of the bathroom after finishing, Laswell did a double take.
“Wow. Forgot what you looked like without a rat on your face.”
Price rolled his eyes, “Very funny.”
He kept feeling his face. He felt like he was missing a part of him without the beard.
“I’m sure you gave the boys a heads up, right?”
“No?”
Laswell gives him a look, “You really should tell them. Before you get stabbed or blown up or shot.”
“Kate, they’re not going to react like that.”
“John, you look like a whole different person. Have they ever seen you without the beard?”
“No? But that doesn’t matter! I don’t look that different. They’re smarter than that.”
Price ignored the face Laswell was giving him. He needed to head back to the safe house and get ready to leave for the mission. He had two meetings he needed to attend, as well. Laswell just wished him luck instead of a usual goodbye. He scoffed, she was overreacting. The boys were all grown men. They may be taken aback by his missing beard but nothing extreme was going to happen.
Price was tired by the time he got back to the safe house. It was late but he knew the boys were still up. Most likely waiting for him so they (Ghost) could lock up the house properly. He opened the door and all but slammed it shut, that way Ghost knew he was there and didn’t try to kill him. He took his hat off and hung it up, groaning as he headed to the kitchen.
Ghost was there, sipping some tea.
“Hey, Simon-“
Ghost looked at him and immediately dropped his mug. Price jumped as ceramic shards and tea went all over the floor.
“What the hell, Simon?!”
Ghost stared at him, eyes wide. Soap ran into the kitchen not long after the mug shattered.
“Si! Are you okay-“
Soap cut himself off when he saw Price. His mouth hung open and he lifted his hand and pointed at his face. Price instinctively rubbed his face.
“I shaved.”
Soap gasps and stumbles back towards Ghost. He only stops when his back hits the man’s chest. He kept trying to speak but nothing comprehensible came out. He started breathing heavy as Ghost stood there like a statue.
“Breathe, Johnny-!”
“What’s going on in here-“
Price turned as Gaz walked into the kitchen. The man took one look at him before he just screamed at the top of his lungs. Price winces as Gaz screams bloody murder, Soap dropping to the floor. Ghost continued to stand, unmoving.
“Bloody- I SHAVED! IT’S NOT THE BIG OF A DEAL!”
“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO ASK ME IF I HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT JESUS!”
It took two full hours to get the three to calmly sit in the living room. They stared at him as he explained the mission he was going on, not hearing a word he was saying. Price stopped talking when he phone started ringing. He winces when he sees it was Laswell.
“Kate, hey-“
“I told you.”
Price blinks, groaning when he remembered that Laswell had full access to the security cameras around the safe house. He rubs his face, missing his beard.
“Yea… you did.”
Laswell: John, all of our boys are autistic. They Will Not recognize you.
Price: Bish-bosh! Imma walk right in!
The boys: *crying loudly and huddling away like a litter of scared kittens*
Feel like dying in a glue trap tbh
Self portrait of me dying in a glue trap
Is there someplace where you're updating your Proxy Dogs series? Deeply enjoying my first good poly story :)
AH! technically I have the first chapter to the sequel posted on AO3 and Wattpad maybe but I literally have not gone back yet. Currently it's cuz I lost my fucking laptop charger and haven't been able to get a new one yet to write but. Most everything is going to be on AO3 my friend
SIMON CUMMING TOO QUICK
for @thychuvaluswife and @fwckriley. Welcome to Ghost week where I try to get all my Ghost requests done
"f-fuck, slow down—" simon groans, face set in concentration as he watches you slowly split yourself on his cock.
it's not often he takes his time with fucking. sex has always been more stress relief than a thing for love and pleasure.
simon doesn't indulge very often past the brutal pace he sets when his only focus is to chase release with his fist wrapped around his length, too pent up for patience.
but now— you.
soft, eager, teasing, you. you who smiles up at him and knock the breath out of his lungs when you trail kisses on his split knuckles.
and damn it all, he wants to make you feel good, wants his name spilling out your lips.
honestly this is just for pi day plus a sweet little proposal and some sexual talk, nothing too heavy dw
🧮🥧💍
"Here."
You blink as Simon thrusts a box wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper towards you, holding it out for you to grab.
"What is it?" You look up at him from your seat at the kitchen table and take it from his hands. It's cold and has a decent weight to it.
"Just open it, you nerd."
You raise an eyebrow at his words--good-natured teasing for being a mathematics professor--but a confused smile makes its way on your face as you lazily move your hands to tear the wrapping paper from the box in your lap.
"Why are you being so weird?"
And you're not just talking about right now, Simon has been in and out of the house for two weeks, acting a little stressed out about something. You didn't push him to tell you anything, knowing he would tell you if he really wanted to, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't the least bit curious. At this point in your relationship with him, Simon is comfortable enough to share anything with you, but he seems to have been avoiding you slightly like he used to. Plus, he was gone all day today; this is the first time you're seeing him and it's just before sunset.
Simon says nothing, just glancing down at the cold box in your hands and back up to you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Laughing, you take his hint and look down at the box to continue your unhurried tearing of the wrapping paper.
"Fine, be mysterious. You know, people love that shit."
"Is that why you love me?"
Eyes darting up to look at where he's still standing in front of you, you throw him a small grin and look back down to the box in your lap, a strip of paper being torn off.
"You're not mysterious to me. I know you Simon Riley, and you know exactly why I love you."
"Remind me."
Looking back up at him, you pause your unwrapping and smile impishly at him.
"Because of that amazing ass of yours."
i love ghost fluff sm i’m sobbing
Werewolf 141 Boyfriends
the furry cod fan writes a werewolf au! everyone is not shocked! lmaooo
pt 2
!!NSFW minors dni!!!
cw: werewolves au, monster f◇cker content lmaooo, nsfw and fluff HCs, human gn!reader, tail wagging, fur scratching, light bondage, "not" 🪢, transformations, blood, raw meat, consensual x, rough x, biting, etc, self indulgent ☆♡, breeding, no reader description