I AM SO HARD RN!!!

[1lovefreaks]

Erm info page or whatever 😓

I love mouthwashing and Andrew graves and other fictional men/women, I wanna write and I'm new to it and posting so I'm not that good yet. I can take requests of a character if I know it, if not sorry!! I might not post too frequently but I will when I have time (most of the time) I will write smut, fluff and headcanons. Requested or if I came up with it

[giggletea]

Robert biting that guy's thumb off during the bar fight… robert... and biting... mmm......

Pairing: Robert Robertson x Superhero!reader / Civilian!reader ☆ 18+!

General Hcs:

Generally, Robert’s enough of a little shit to bite you for fun. He’d do it just to get on your nerves (affectionately), or for no reason at all (ragebaiter).

“Sometimes it’s like you want to get hit, Robert.” “You offering? I wouldn’t say no.”

Occasionally, though, it's for stress relief. God knows he needs it, working at a place like SDN. 

Something about getting his lips on your skin and seeing the marks he left behind… It really helps the tension in his muscles, and also gets him hard as hell.

Let him bite you while you jerk him off after a hard day's work? He's a goner.

Cockwarm him while he marks your body with his teeth after a whole day of dispatching? Yeah, you are never getting rid of him. (Try to tear him off you just for a break and he whines.)

Superhero!Reader:

Robert’s pretty aware of where he sinks his teeth and marks you, taking into consideration the kind of outfit you wear when you’re out doing hero stuff. 

Even if you’re normally in some kinda gundam/mech suit like he is, he still takes precautions, only biting you where you can easily cover up. He’s worried about compromising your identity, or fucking up your hero reputation (he knows how much of a pain in the ass journalists can be).

Danger is inevitable in your line of work, but he’d be damned if he ever risked your safety. Also, he’d rather get concussed in another bar fight than have anyone in Z-team find out about his biting habit. They’d never let him hear the end of it.

You could ask him to help you hide the marks before your workday starts, though 98% of the time it just leads to your lips on his and his hands around your waist and theennn… you’re both late.

If you really want him to give you a mark you can show off, though… just bat your pretty eyelashes at him and he might consider giving in <3 (he’ll give in. you just gotta reassure him that you’ll stay safe!)

Civilian!Reader:

If you’re a civilian, he’s a little more indulgent with where he bites you. Shoulder, thigh, fat of your ass? As long as he’s got your permission, anywhere’s fair game to him. 

Though if you’re not working at SDN with him, Robert kinda goes a little overboard. Having the reassurance that you won’t interact with the Z-team often gives him confidence… which he uses to chew on you whenever he can.

He’s like a dog (ironic, considering Beef behaves better than he does). Tease him about it and he sasses you back, but when you playfully mention muzzling him he gets all hot and bothered (you store his reaction in the back of your mind… for later).  

You could return the favour, honestly Robert would love for you to do the same to him too. Have you seen how many bruises he’s got on his body? Come on, he can take it. 

Would purposely create situations or put you in positions where you can reciprocate his biting. He’d push his fingers between your lips and pry your mouth open so he can hear you moan. You’ve gotta bite him to make him stop. 

Remember in Visi’s dream where he slipped his thumb into her mouth? Yeah he’d do it to you. Tease and taunt you too, looking at you like butter wouldn’t melt as he says “I can handle a little bite. Mark me, baby.”

[snouwelle]

beeeeeeeeeees

[ghost-from-retro]

Would you dance for me, big man?

FKRKOL I'M GIGGLED SO HARD AT MARIA'S COMMENT, what a queen. So I drew James awkwardly standing-holding pole for her (and mine) satisfaction

[clacy2812]

Remember to hydrate

[imblueker]

prism's expression has me gagged, this is SO funny

[hop-a-lot]

rain clouds go away

[flyinterlude]

i want to suck leons cock 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[themooninthestars]

[thatnakedwitchinthewoods]

🌙 Things To Research As A Witch MASTERLIST

Always remember that each witch’s journey is a different one. You certainly do not have to research all of these in one go. Or all of it for that matter. Take your time and explore the possibilities of witchcraft, even if it’s one subject at a time. Witchcraft isnt strict on rules, find what suits you, there’s a place for everyone. And remember, always keep learning! :)

I tried to organize it somewhat (not really) Im going to start a series of master lists like this one for different types of witches too! So stick around for those but for now…

Enjoy!

🌙 the history of witchcraft

🌙 types of witchcraft

🌙 types of magick

🌙 types of spells

🌙 types of witches

🌙 types of divination

🌙 types of herbs

🌙 types of energy

🌙 talismans

🌙 deities

🌙 seals

🌙 alphabets

🌙 crystals

🌙 sabbats

🌙 altars

🌙 basic tools

🌙 lunar phases

🌙 candle magic

🌙 planetary correspondence

🌙 tarot cards

🌙 incense and oils

🌙 Animals and what they represent

🌙 cleansing

🌙 meditation

🌙 astral projection

🌙 celestial bodies

🌙 spirituality

🌙 familiars

🌙 edible plants

🌙 toxic plants

🌙 the tea sis

🌙 wheel of the year

🌙 Zodiac signs

🌙 moon/sun water

🌙 banishing

🌙 binding

🌙 sacred items

🌙 sigils

🌙 cleansing

🌙 grounding

🌙 witchy symbols

🌙 witches/wiccans terminology

🌙 witching on a budget

🌙 what is satanism and why do people confuse it with witchcraft?

🌙 witchcraft practices  (ex. circle casting)

🌙 difference between wiccans, witches, and pagans

🌙 similarities between wiccans, witches, and pagans

🌙 concoctions (potions, elixirs, brews, etc.)

🌙 good books to read about witchcraft

🌙 book of shadows and grimoires

🌙 the role of nature in witchcraft

🌙 tarots and how they work

🌙 how to consecrate items

🌙 how to take care of crystals

🌙 how to store herbs

Feel free to add on!

♡ That naked witch in the woods

[loveshroud]

Can't lose you ⋆˚࿔ Part 1

⋆˚࿔ Ao3 Link

A switchy Peter story inspired by the one year anniversary of posting my first fic, Burnt Flowers Fallen, on Ao3 (link). Inspired by an augustinthewinter audio + a convo with @worthyhoundglacier, plus Peter's affinity for on and off relationships, jealousy and leaving voicemails lol

Pairing: Peter Steele x OFC (or f!reader) Word Count: 1,867 Summary: She had given up hope of ever hearing from him again after their whirlwind relationship ended abruptly. But when she doesn't pickup the phone, it triggers something in Peter, and he leaves her a voicemail that sends her right back where he wants her. Content: NSFW + MDNI! Smut w/ a little plot. Toxic/jealous/possessive SWITCHY Peter! More tags on Ao3

The tape on her answering machine was full. 

She’d been gone two and a half days, taking care of her sister’s kids so that she and her husband could get some time off for the first time in a decade. She hadn’t even left Brooklyn, but it had been a long weekend of wiping noses and asses. All she wanted to do was drop her bag and soak in the tub, with some epsom salts and fancy soap to wash off the kid germs. But her tape was full, and she wouldn’t be able to relax fully until she listened and screened for emergencies.

The first message was from her sister on Friday, calling to make sure she was still coming over after work. The second was from her doctor’s office the same day. But the third one started with a long pause. She knew right away who it was.

“Hey, it’s Peter,” the voice finally said. “I’m on the road with the guys. In Detroit of all places. Seeing as it’s such a romantic city… I don’t know, something made me think about you. I’m gonna try back later, I want to talk.”

She let out a deep sigh and paused the machine to collect her thoughts. She hadn’t heard from him in the couple weeks before, and she was just barely regaining her focus on other things. More important things, she convinced herself, like work and magazines and making sure her tapes were returned in time. The way they had left things was unsatisfying, with no explosive argument that she could overthink until she was content and then file away neatly in the back of her head. It had been weeks of passion, both physically and emotionally, before he had gradually started seeming less interested, and calling less often. She could tell his mind was somewhere else, so she felt somewhat prepared when she stopped hearing from him altogether. She didn’t know what was worse, a clean break, or this lukewarm exit which had let the positives remain as her most potent memories.

She pressed play. 

“Hey, it’s Peter. I was hoping I’d catch you this morning, we’re in Pittsburgh today. Call me, I want to catch up… it would be nice to hear your voice.” He left a number and hung up. His next call started right away.

“Hey…” he began. She could hear him taking a deep breath behind the tinny compression of the answering machine speaker. 

“I know it’s been a minute since we last talked… I don’t know, you’ve been on my mind. And it’s not just the fact that the tour bus smells like shit and I’ve been surrounded by assholes 24/7. That doesn’t help, but really, it’s you. I like you, and we had some good times together, didn’t we? Maybe it took some distance for me to realize it…” He paused for a moment. 

“Have you been thinking about me too?” he asked. Something in his voice was both hesitant and smug, like he knew the answer but suspected that it was risky to ask. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to, but I hope you’ll call me.” He repeated the phone number and hung up.

He did know the answer, of course she was thinking about him, even without knowing he had called. It was a passing comment from her brother-in-law, saying he hoped that she “didn’t have to cancel any hot dates this weekend”. And she had turned that over in her head too many times, thinking about the last “hot date” she went on, and everything he did to her, and how she hadn’t so much as looked at a guy since. But was he really going to try to pick things back up now, pretending like no time had gone by? She’d called him too many times, sat by the phone like a pathetic teenager, and gone through all the stages of grief already. She wasn’t gonna let him rope her back in that easily.

She sat through a couple of other normal messages, painfully eager to hear what else he had left for her. His next message began with a burst of background noise, he had to have been calling from somewhere in public. 

“Hey, are you gonna call me?” He said, “Really, I’m leaving all these messages like an asshole. Just pick up, I just want to talk… I need to tell you something” he paused for a moment, and she could picture him clearly with one hand on the wall leaning down over the pay phone. His voice was low, heavy and pleading. “C’mon baby, it’s me. Please, just let me talk to you.”

She hit pause again as a chill ran through her. She dug in her bag to find her cigarettes and lit one. She hated how much her body reacted to his voice, how unsteady she felt on her feet just from the way he talked to her. It was like he had whispered the words directly against her neck, she could almost feel him there. And remembering that feeling only pissed her off more. She jabbed the play button again.

“Is this really what we’re doing? I know you’re there. Pick up,” Peter said. His words melted together, slick with alcohol and anger. “Are you trying to play hard to get? Cause that’s not gonna work on me,” he laughed under his breath,

“Or… I guess if you’re not there, you must be off fucking some other asshole… Did you move on that fast? Fuck… you better not be… God, that pisses me off.” 

“You wouldn’t do that to me, right?” his breathing was growing heavier, he was working himself up. “No… not after how I made you feel.” 

“In fact, I’d be willing to bet… no one has ever made you feel like I can. No one’s made you cum like I do, have they? No, actually, I know they haven’t… Because you said that to me, didn’t you? You told me that no one had ever made you cum that hard.” 

Blood rushed to her face so fast that she felt lightheaded. She steadied herself by taking a drag, and tried to ignore the way that her nipples had become stiff and sensitive against the fabric of her shirt.

“Do you remember that day, I took you to the museum… you went to the bathroom, and when you came back, you slipped something into my pocket… it was those lacy little red panties, fuuuck,” he groaned. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily as she remembered that day, hot with embarrassment at how she had given herself to him.

“Did you like it? When I lifted up that little skirt and fucked you in my car, parked on some side street where anyone could see? You wanted them to see that you were mine… it turned you on, didn’t it?” 

It was like he was there, like each filthy word he said was his fingertips tracing her skin. He was working her up, playing her like an instrument, making her forget all of the anger she felt towards him.

“God, you turn me on so much, even now. I wish you could see how hard I am for you… In the middle of this bar in fucking Pennsylvania…” She couldn’t help but picture it, his cock straining against his pants, how lewd he was talking in public, where anyone could overhear. Just like that night in the car.

“No… what I really wish is that I could see how wet you are for me. I bet you are, baby. I bet you’re missing my hands on you, the way I made you feel…” He paused for a long few moments.

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me? C’mon, rub that pussy for me sweetheart.” His tone was dark and saccharine, and her body was possessed to move in response. Her free hand reached to unbutton her pants as she finished and snuffed her cigarette.

“Do it for me, because I’ve been going crazy thinking about you… jacking off in the shower because it’s the only place I can get any privacy… Fuck, yeah… Listen to the sound of my voice. You’re doing it, aren't you?” She closed her eyes as she circled her clit with a fingertip.

“I miss you too. God, I miss making you feel good. I miss the way you taste. I miss bending you in half and giving it to you so deep… your legs above your head. Just how you like it. Hearing you cry out my name.” Her fingers sped up as her body responded to the memory.

“It’s so wet for me, isn’t it, does that feel good baby?” Her pleasure was building, and he was right there with her, talking her through it. He was making her feel better now than anyone else ever could, and he wasn’t even in the same place or time.

“That sweet pussy, God, I miss it. I can’t wait til I can taste you again, til I can make you cum all over my face, all over my cock. Til I can come inside you again…” Fuck, yes, she wanted it. Her fingers plunged inside of herself to chase the feeling.

“You didn’t think that was gonna be the last time, did you? No, I’m not letting you go that easy. I’m gonna have you again, right? You’re gonna beg me for it, aren’t you?” pleading words were already forming on her lips, and no part of her body second-guessed it.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I’m gonna make you cum already… I know you’re close.” His smug words dripped with faux compassion. He was right, he had brought her to the edge embarrassingly quickly, and she was hanging on every word that he said. 

“That’s right, come on baby… Yeah, just like that. I wish I could see you.” He laughed under his breath. “I wish I could’ve watched you drop everything to fuck yourself to the sound of my voice. You’re so good for me… Fuck… keep going baby,” she cried out as her orgasm began to grasp her.

“Go ahead, cum for me. That's it, yeah… fuuuck,” the climax hit her harder as his words mirrored her body’s response. His name escaped her lips in a sigh as the last waves of pleasure overtook her. The message was silent for a few moments.

“Fuck. I need another drink now.” Peter chuckled. “Well, I’ll see you soon,” he hung up. Her heart was pounding. 

She regained her balance with both hands on her table. “What the fuck was that?” she said aloud to herself. 

As she soaked in the tub, she got more and more worked up. Who the fuck did he think he was? With all those things he was saying, about seeing her again? What a smug asshole. And more importantly, how the fuck did he do that to her? How did he know? So much for her relaxing bath, now he was all she could think about.

And he was all she could think about still, when she got in bed and half-guiltily played the message over again. 

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡

READ MORE ON AO3!

[luckieangel]

“I’m too old for you, kid,” before he is rearranging your guts

[nivasichakano]

You chose this option faster than 100% of players.

[anxietyproblem]

[wosp-reactivated]

Mondays aren't that bad once you cannot tell days apart from eachother

[carpediemisnicebuticannot]

HOLY TRADECARD HUMAN ALASTOR & VINCENT

THEY ARE HOTTTTTT

THEY ARE THE KINDRED SPIRITS I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT THEM

[biteashz]

saw u looking for reqs 👀 my birthdays coming up so can we see how vox would treat their s/o on their bday?? :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! OFC!!

VOX S/O BIRTHDAY HEADCANNONS

CW: None!

A/N: Sorry i've been slow with requests, super busy with school

-he has your birthday marked down on EVERY calendar, person, work, DOESN’T MATTER! EVERYONE at VoxTech will know it’s your birthday

-He books off your birthday and the two of you spent the morning in bed until the sun comes up, something you never get to do since he’s normally ‘up and attam’ at 6am.

-He wouldn’t cook you breakfast – he’s a horrible cook, it’s one of the few things he hates to admit– so he hires a fancy ass chef to prepare you professional bacon and eggs, as per your request.

-He spends all day spoiling you. A dress you’ve been eyeing up? Yours. Fancy jewellery? He’s already sending someone out to buy it. It’s whatever YOU want.

-By the end of the day, he takes you to the finest restaurant in all of hell, paying –and harassing the staff– to get you a VIP table and a bottle of wine.

-Once you get home, the pair of you watch a movie of your choosing! Which is rare since he normally forces you to watch shark documentaries. The pair of you stay like that until you fall asleep.

[owoducks]

𓏵 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀.

ʚ 𝐭𝐰 : vincent (vox) x reader, sitting on his face, hooked nose, MDNI, sucking pussy, licking, rubbing his nose on her clitoris, nsfw, whining, moaning, rubbing herself on his face.

You position yourself above him, your thighs trembling slightly as you slowly lower yourself, sitting directly on Vincent's face.

The air is thick with tension, the room lit only by the dim light of a table lamp, highlighting the sharp contours of his aquiline nose, that prominent curve you know you'll use to your advantage.

His heterochromatic eyes, one intense green and the other electric blue, blink upward, full of hunger, as he lets out a low, muffled whimper against your skin.

━━ Please... ━ he murmurs, his voice hoarse and broken, his hands rising to grip your thighs firmly, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Vincent, the current TV reporter, now reduced to this, lies on his back on the unmade bed, his impeccable suit crumpled on the floor, his dark, slicked-back hair disheveled. You feel the heat of his breath against your pussy, hot and uneven, even before he begins.

You settle in completely, pressing your pussy against his open mouth, and he doesn't hesitate. His lips close around you, sucking with an avid, desperate suction, as if he's been starving for this for years.

His tongue emerges immediately, licking slowly at first, tracing the contours of your swollen lips, gathering every drop of moisture that trickles down.

━━ Mmph. ━ he groans against you, the sound vibrating through your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

His whimpers are pathetic, yet exciting, short and sharp, as if each lick is torturing him as much as it's giving you pleasure.

You begin to move, rubbing against his face with slow, deliberate movements, feeling the roughness of his stubble brushing against your inner thighs. His hooked nose is perfect for this; you tilt your hips, positioning him exactly where you want it, rubbing your clit against the prominent curve.

It's like a custom-made, hard, angular bulge, pressing and stimulating the sensitive spot with every movement of his body.

━━ Ah, y-yes... ━ you sigh, your hands going to his hair, pulling it higher, forcing him to bury himself deeper.

Vincent responds with more intensity, his tongue now licking furiously, circling your clitoris before plunging inside you, sucking and swallowing as if he wants to devour every inch.

Your moans grow louder, muffled by your flesh, but you feel them, deep vibrations that echo in waves of pleasure.

━━ My God, you taste so good. ━ he manages to stammer between licks, his eyes rolling slightly as you rub harder, using his nose as a personal toy.

The friction is delicious, his nose brushing and pressing against your swollen clitoris, making sparks of ecstasy explode in your belly.

He whimpers again, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, as if begging for more air, but you don't stop. Instead, you quicken the pace, rotating your hips, rubbing your wet pussy all over his face, from his mouth to his nose, leaving a glistening trail of your arousal on his skin.

Vincent groans loudly now, the sound guttural and desperate, his tongue never ceasing to lick, suck, explore every fold. You feel the climax approaching, the pleasure building like a wave, and you ride him with more urgency, his nose brushing perfectly against your clit with each movement.

━━ Darling, don't s-stop.. ━ you command, your voice breathless, and he obeys, licking and sucking with renewed vigor, his whimpers mingling with his own moans.

The room echoes with the wet sounds of his mouth against yours, his muffled moans, and the creaking of the bed under your weight.

Finally, pleasure explodes, you writhing around his tongue, rubbing against his face one last time as you climax, flooding him with your essence.

Vincent gasps beneath you, his eyes glazed with satisfaction and exhaustion, but a crooked smile forms on his swollen lips.

━━ More. ━ he says softly, ready to begin again.

@OWODUCKS.ᐟ any translations, reposts, and usage of my written works are strictly prohibited. reblogs are appreciated.