hiii , im starlight ! // started : april 18th 2021 // i'm a writer , usually for hp / mcyts / other youtubers , but i can take a stab at anything , really . come say hi , all are welcome here 🤍
hi friends ! this is my masterlist , where i’ll have all my chapters of fics in order , drabbles , blurbs , and everything else ! as usual , requests are open . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight
life has been absolutely insane recently , and i took a break from this blog to try and tie down all the loose ends that were driving me insane - but i’m back. ive missed yall . ive missed writing . if you stuck around and waited for me , thank you , i love you , i will hug you . if you’re new here - hi !! i’m starlight and im so happy that you’ve found me .
so , yeah . there are lots of fun things in the works ; i fully plan to make up for missing so much time . stay tuned my little stars <3
I read the edgy!karl, I’ve just finished reading the alt!dream, WHEN IS GEORGE GONNA BE NEXT 😩😩
*cracks knuckles* the hcs that everyone has provided me with has hella prepped me and I'm ready. this is dedicated to 🍭 anon, whose fanart always steals my entire heart. i love u babe
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ᶤ 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐠𝐧𝐟
± pairings: punk!Georgenotfound x fm!reader
± word count: ~3300
± warnings: smut (18+), language, tattoo work, sadism, pain kink (if you squint), domination, mentions of needles, asphyxiation
song recommendation: Cent Fois by Alice et Moi
George’s mind wandered to his curiosity of the shop across from his tattoo parlor; bright neon signs advertising the local psychic. It was a stark contrast to the dark, wet city housing the businesses. Each night he locked up, he found himself standing on the other edge of the street, staring at the signs and draperies peeking from behind the glass windows and considering shedding his skeptical nature just for one night.
While your business was alluring in and of itself, his true draw to the place came after he had spotted you moving into the apartments above. Your clean appearance completely juxtaposed the business you ran. In his opinion, all natural healers and psychics were born scam artists only focused on the quickest way to pinch a penny.
Yet day after day, he found himself having to tear his eyes from your business just to get home or he would actually venture inside. He was rather subtle about his fascination when it came to his co-workers and regular customers, but each day he prayed you would wander in, requesting some kind of tattoo in a place hidden from outside eyes.
A place he’d like to see again in a less professional setting.
You flipped the textbook page after finishing your paragraph, highlighting a date you were looking for before leaning towards your notebook and scribbling down the fact. You gnawed on the end of your pen absent-mindedly, positive you still didn’t know what your professor had been rattling off about in class a few hours prior. Your sights drifted up to the incense burning across the store from you, the stick on its last few centimeters of wood as the smoke went stale.
You chew on the inside of your cheek, debating if you should light another or wait until morning. You capped your marker and stretched your back, the bell over the door letting out a telling chime as a man peeked in.
You leaned over the counter, closing your books. “Good evening! Welcome to After Life. Can I help you find anything?” You rambled, your mind flashing to the sheet of paper tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror so you didn’t forget the basics of customer service.
The man stepped further into your view, stuffing his fists in his jean pockets as he walked closer in a cautious motion. His dark t-shirt advertised a band you had vaguely heard of, but couldn’t think of a song even if your life depended on it. What really drew your attention were his tattooed arms; branches from a grand tree twisting every which direction to peek out from beneath his sleeves; bright floral designs and litters of birds decorating the dark wood limbs. You bit back a smile at the small mushroom tattoo near his wrist that seemed to be out of place.
The laces of his Chuck Taylors grazed the floor before he was standing in the middle of your store, looking around briefly. “I actually co-own the parlor across the street. I realized I never welcomed you officially,” he stated, hints of nervousness reflecting in his tone. His accent was calming and husky from the season change.
At the mention of the tattooist across the street, your memory flashed to the various walks of life that found themselves in your store after getting work done. You also thought of the fact that you had seen the man before you break up fights in the street stretching between your properties. The tall muscular people seemed to have no effect on him as he’d pull them apart like school children on the playground.
You pushed your books further to the side. “Oh yeah, that’s right! I should have come over and introduced myself, so don’t worry about it,” you eased, swatting the air of his comment.
He chuckled softly before reality seemed to snap into his head, making him step forward and extend a hand to you. “I’m George, by the way,” he introduced. You took his hand, muttering your own name and hoping your attention span would hold for long enough that he would be entered into your long-term memory.
His hand was calloused in yours, something that you wondered came with the job or if he was some kind of carpenter in a past life of his. You gently pulled his hand closer to you, slipping your hold out of his to look at his palm. He tittered nervously, peering at the flesh with you. Your finger traced along the mounts in his hand, finding Jupiter to be the most prominent. “That checks out,” you mumbled to yourself, nodding softly.
His eyebrows perked up. “What? Am… Am I gonna meet a tall dark stranger and take a trip across the sea?” He joked, making you smile as you looked at his Sun line.
“I didn’t peg you as an Outlander fan,” you chided.
His brows flattened for a moment, chewing the inside of his lip and playing with his snake bite piercings. You found it hard to look away from him. “Honestly, I wasn’t. A girl I was fooling around with really liked it. I don’t know…” he trailed off, making you giggle.
Your nail grazed along his heart line. “You guys were just fooling around?” You quirked, eyes meeting his. His expression narrowed smugly as if urging you to continue. “Your heart line begins below your index finger. You’re not the fooling around type.” He let out a snort. “You fall in love easily too.”
He sighed with a slight sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell if he was amazed or mocking you again. “Well, yeah. That’s…” He paused with a swallow, biting back a grin as if he was uncomfortable, but didn’t retract his hand from you. “... That’s why we’re not anymore,” he admitted. He leaned his elbows on the counter as you sat in your chair. “What else does it say?”
Your lips curled into a soft smirk, his curious eyes trailing over your face as if to watch your brain work. “You have a fire element hand which indicates that you’re confident and passionate. Maybe a bit cocky sometimes,” you teased, making him chuckle with you. You could feel his eyes on you, sending heat to your cheeks as you tried not to focus on the mount of Venus under your touch.
You wanted to ask him about his sexual indulgences, mainly because of the prevalence of Venus in his palm. “You have a mount in Jupiter, which means you’re a natural leader, and rather dominant.” You looked up at him again, watching as he bit back a smirk, seemingly understanding the subtle innuendos behind your statements.
George seemed to have some kind of effect on you, your thoughts clouding with the idea of what his snake bites would feel like against your lips. He smelled like cigarette smoke, but there was no discoloration to his skin to suggest he was the one smoking. He watched you through the hair threatening to dangle over his eyes, his gaze hinting at an attraction he had for you below his collected form. “Go on,” he murmured, voice soft and wispy as the space between the two of you seemed to warm.
You made a conscious effort to keep your sultry thoughts at bay as your thumb brushed over the area you had been avoiding telling him about. “You’re driven by desire,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… very in touch with your sexuality and you thrive on your indulgences.”
You couldn’t help but meet his eyes, the dark irises swimming with some kind of cocky smugness at what you had just told him. He pulled away from you, gently standing up. Part of you wished the counter between the two of you would vanish just so you could be pressed up against George at the mercy of his driven mind. “I feel it's only fair I tattoo you now,” he quipped, making your eyebrows raise. Your confidence shriveled yet you swore you wouldn’t let him know that fact.
You chewed on your lip, looking up at him with a hint of suspicion. “Oh, I’ve never been tattooed,” you avowed, voice carrying the slightest bit of your coaxing nature.
He smirked. “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he cajoled, teeth playing at his piercings again as you were sure he was already undressing you with his eyes. “You read me, I’d like to do the same.”
And how could you refuse such an appealing offer?
You leaned back on your elbows, your skin sticking to the leather chair beneath you as you watched him pull back his hair, elastic band dangling from his white teeth. Despite securing back his locks, bits of his bangs still hung over his forehead. You liked the interior of his parlor, maybe because it was only the two of you.
George began to fill small caps of dark ink. “I think you should get some crystals in here,” you teased, making him smirk. “I could hook you up.”
“What, like a salt lamp?” He joked, pulling on a pair of dark plastic gloves.
You snorted, lying back and looking up at the ceiling. “It might be good. Lighten the place up a bit.” George swiveled his chair closer to you muttering some kind of line about only getting them from you, but his words fell silent on your ears as his hand pushed up your shirt. You were silently thanking whatever divine force above for swaying you towards slinkier lingerie earlier that morning.
You knew he could see the lacy edges of your bra by the way his eyes nonchalantly flashed up to you before laying out his template on your ribs. You could feel hints of his warm breath against your skin as he studied it. “You can look at it if you want,” he stated.
You shook your head, wanting him close to you as long as he could be. “I trust you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his again. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he struggled not to smile at your statement. He had promised to cover a small scar for you and by the way he explained it, you were ready to be in his hands. You wet your lips as he adjusted the speed on his tattoo gun. “Will this hurt?” You asked, tucking one of your arms behind your head.
The look of unadulterated lust that he gave you made your toes want to curl. “Probably a bit. It feels good sometimes, though,” he answered. He came closer to you, resting his forearm on your stomach to angle himself in the right position. At the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, you swore your body was on fire. It took everything in your power not to moan. It could have been the adrenaline pulsing through your veins, but his soft breath and the anticipation of the needle made you feel like a junky. “I’ll be gentle, darling,” he leered, his accent muddy and low. He let the needles drag against your skin and you bit your lip, trying not to hiss at the pain. His eyes met yours. “See, not bad.”
You let out a breathy wheeze. “Shut up, you sadist,” you quipped, his chuckle coming out rather roguish as he focused on the work in front of him. Your nerves were more focused on the way George’s hands were barely caressing your body as if teasing and hinting at what he could do to you.
You drew in a sharp breath as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Shhh shh. It’ll be over soon,” he cooed, his voice sending goosebumps spreading across your body as his lips tugged into a light smirk. By your palm reading, you knew he was enjoying having this much control over you.
Part of you found it almost torture when George would look at you with soft and lusty eyes for merely a second before his gaze jutted back down to his work, murmuring soft praises about how well you were taking the pain. You would go under the needle anytime he asked, just to receive the sultry treatment he gave.
He was so close, you could have driven your fingers into his dark hair if you wanted. “How did you get this scar?” He asked, cleaning off some of the ink before continuing.
“A knife fight,” you answered without missing a beat, making him scoff. “Actually, I fell into my grandma’s glass table one time. My cousin was teaching me the Electric Slide,” you corrected, making him laugh, shaking his head slightly as he filled in a spot.
He let his tongue dart across his lips. “That’s so cute. Did you ever get it figured out?” To this you shook your head, the both of you laughing. You let out a groan as the needle dug into another area on your ribs, the sound making his eyes dart up to you. He leaned off of you, slipping one of his gloves off. “Wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?” He joked, but you took his offer, squeezing his hand in yours when it got painful enough. You held it close to your chest, hoping he would feel your heartbeat quicken each time he looked at you.
As he finished up his work, his thumb brushed against your hand absent-mindedly. You could tell by the way he gripped your hand as well that he enjoyed that the tattoo hurt you. Most of your mind was excited by how easily he was stirred up by you, while the rest was completely unsurprised and even threatened to bite out that he was a cliché.
When he was finally satisfied, he cleaned you up and stuck on a SecondSkin, biting back a grin at his work as he pulled you up by the hand he was holding onto you with. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were to see, swinging your legs over the side of his hair and walking towards his mirror. You held your shirt up, chewing on your bottom lip as you grinned at the ink. George rested a hand beside the mirror, watching you beam at his work.
All of his lines were flawless, your scar completely disappearing within his shading. You’d pitched the idea of an ode to the Creation of Adam. While it was cliche, what better to fit in the space below your breast and give George the impression that you were cultured. Yet you told him he could do whatever he wanted to it, resulting in one of the hands resembling a skeleton and the other holding a sucker. As you praised him, he shrugged off your comments, murmuring about it being his pleasure. He reached out his free hand, letting his thumb smooth over one of the edges of this bandage, which brought you closer to him.
Your cheeks warmed at the close proximity to him as his eyes grazed over your body before meeting your own. His hand moved from the bandage to your back. You leaned on your toes, pressing your lips to his. The tension between the two of you dissipated as he hungrily reacted, pulling you against him and savoring your moans as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
George’s hands moved down your body, swiftly hooking around your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to bring you back to his chair. Your hands moved into his hair, letting it loose and wrapping the band around your wrist. The leather was cold as your back pressed to it. George leaned back to pull his shirt over his head, revealing more of the tree painting the expanses of his skin.
If you weren’t so eager to be touched by him, you’d be studying the work of art.
As his lips met yours again, you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan to vibrate through his chest. You raked your nails down his back, trying to further draw out reactions from him as his hands attentively played with the lace of your bra, fingers ghosting over the skin pressing against the cups.
His lips left yours only to travel the length of your jaw and inch his way toward your waistband. Your pants were discarded with a swift tug from him before he pulled your thighs flush against his, grinding his hips against yours, hands gripping onto your sides to keep you in place. You tilted your head back, relishing in the friction as your body screamed to finally feel him take advantage of you.
You reached between the two of you, tugging at his zipper as your hunger for him escalated. His tongue flattened against your collarbone before his teeth pressed into your skin. You could feel his arousal through his jeans at the sound of your whimpering.
He pumped himself in his hand before pressing into you, the feeling of him inside of you making your head spin as if you were on some kind of ecstasy. Your moan came out needy and desperate as he thrust into you, gripping the edge of the leather seat as his breath hummed against your skin. Your fingers threaded into his hair, raking your nails down his neck as he groaned in your ear at the feeling.
One of his hands grasped your wrists together, pinning them above your head while the other wrapped around your throat. His eyes burned into yours as he leaned back, leaning his weight on your wrists and squeezing your throat, the lack of oxygen making each of your senses more heightened as he pounded into you.
Your moans of George’s name were grated as they slipped through your mouth, his relentless pace and intense hold nearly making you drool from the stimulation. By the practice of his actions, you wondered how long he had been stewing on demolishing you in this way.
He loosened his grip on your neck, leaning down to press his lips against yours, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip just to hear you groan from the rough action. You rolled your hips against his, letting him slow his pace to reach deeper within you. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he rubbed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the makeup smudging around your eyes from his antics and the heat between the two of you.
He pressed his lips to your neck, wrapping his hand around the edge of the chair again to drive himself into you, the new angle muddling your mind and vision as your body ached to come undone. You sank your nails into his back, earning his low, raspy whispers of your name.
At his praises, you came, tugging on his hair as he bit into your shoulder again, basking in the feeling of you clenching around him.
The next day, George stretched his shoulders, peering through the front window of his shop. His mind sparked with the feeling of your legs around his waist and the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. He could practically hear you whimpering his name in his ears as he went back to touching up a fading tattoo on his friend’s arm.
“OW, George,” Clay rumbled, thigh flinching at the jab from George.
George snorted, his mind still on the high he got from your pure trust in him as you laid out on his chair. “I’ll give you something to bitch about,” George grumbled, releasing just how gentle he was during your tattoo. The way your voice got soft and quiet when he rolled over a spot that was rather tender already would most definitely be a guilty pleasure of his.
Clay barked at him again as George jerked his hand, fulfilling his promise. “I’VE BEEN NICE TO YOU ALL MORNING.”
these anons have been sitting in my inbox for a couple days now , and they’re all too short to do on their own so i thought i’d make a little headcanon dump for yall <3 also , welcome 🐌 anon , glad to have u here bby . xoxoxo , starlight
yes 100% , and hi 🧿anon ! here they are :,)
dream : drunk face (mgk) , love me (the 1975) , runaway (6vib3z) , fool (cavetown) , hey there delilah (plain white ts) , godless (banks)
sapnap : paradise (big sean) , bleach on the rocks (john harvie) , hang me up to dry (cold war kids) , better than me (q money)
karl : figure it out (blu detiger) , haunted (the band camino) , mirrored sea (passion pit) , super sad songs (zachary knowles) , hangover cure (mgk)
quackity : sos (sueco) , can i kick it ? (a tribe called quest) , fantasy boys (broncho) , cardiac arrest (bad suns) , imported (jessie reyes and 6lack)
ranboo : high tops stripped (del water gap) , vienna (billy joel) , new york i love you but youre bringing me down (lcd soundsystem) , flannel (the cardboard swords) , tell me its okay (gnash)
tommy : why did you run (judah and the lion) , out of order (michl) , blur (mo , ft foster the people) , dress up (the regrettes) , wish (diplo ft trippie red) , clear (pusher and mothica , shawn wasabi remix)
tubbo : first day of my life (gnash) , waste my time (kerri) , edge of town (middle kids) , the kids dont wanna come home (declan mckenna) , caught up (lazy weekends)
dream
big hands go brrr
laces his fingers through yours habitually
its second nature for him now
loves comparing hand sizes smh
curls his fingertips over yours and makes fun of your small hands
george :
puts your hand palm up and traces all the lines on it
draws absentminded patterns and shapes on your hands
interlocks his fingers with yours and squeezes your hand as a little gesture of affection
ceo of the thumb thing
sapnap :
hands hands hands
hand k!nk aside , nick LOVES to hold yours
theres something so sweet and gentle about it to him
laces his fingers through yours for sure
making sure his hand is on top
karl :
he <3
holds your hand in every way possible
clasps , fingers threaded together , holding pinkies
loves playing with your fingers when he’s bored
spins any rings you have on
squeezes your hand 3 times for ‘i love you’
quackity :
always has cold hands
so is constantly reaching for yours
again , he does the thumb thing all the time
swings your arms when you’re in public like a lil kid
is always messing w/ your ring finger
“gonna be a real pretty diamond on there some day”
dream :
would be confused at first
but would feel so protected / comforted ?
it would lowkey melt him
and he’d bring his hand up to cover yours as he relaxed
george :
loves when you do this
especially if your squishing his cheeks with both hands
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*ouch it hit my heart & now I just feel like sobbing you are amazing aaaa- I just rambled, but thank you so much*
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Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?
hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:
AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:
reblogs are always appreciated <3
dream :
out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure
it's all his gamer rage coming out
he truly has to control himself / hold back
because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name
but doesnt want to break you
he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him
but he loves to go down on you
would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it
and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky
“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”
so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore
he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone
and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation
wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)
the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP
you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy
would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him
he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal
until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer
he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch
and would praise the FUCK out of you
“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”
he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips
“want more , sweet thing ?”
you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words
and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley
“i asked you a question , whore .”
he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)
you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds
the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin
you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him
at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing
and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again
he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans
and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck
as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180
he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you
and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on
clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin
admiring his work
he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed
would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you
the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs
sex with him is quite the workout
george :
gogs <3
i have many thoughts on this subject yall
wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things
would LOVE foreplay
something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him
he loves every single moment of it
starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper
george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw
would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek
his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips
then up and under your shirt
the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r
and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck
loves hickeys
and biting you
he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you
adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself
is obsessed w your titties
rolling your nipples between his fingers
sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure
then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body
is so good with his hands
knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you
and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge
but truly have you seen that boys hands because like
he’s all about pleasuring you in bed
it's his number one priority
and he knows your body incredibly well
the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying
yall have experimented and figured out what feels best
and he’s perfected those techniques
on the non physical side of things however
sex with george would be s i n f u l
the things he would say to you …
and in his fucking ACCENT no less
starlight has a voice kink
god he would talk so fucking dirty
the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you
he’d be so vocal
“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back
his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers
the two of you would reach your highs one after the other
but george always makes sure that you finish first
sapnap :
we’re just gonna address this right away
daddy kink
(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)
pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive
more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???
wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his
dumbification is so hot to him
“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”
degrades you but in a soft way :,)
“look so pretty on my cock , whore”
“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”
spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow
loves to fuck your throat
literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight
hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman
but would rather have it in pigtails
thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh
wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does
loves to give you facials
then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that
his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum
honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it
tits
backshots
on your stomach
l o v e s your thighs
and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs
would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears
because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure
your face flushed a pretty pink
eyes watering with crystal clear drops
then would make you cum again
“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”
and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells
how could you say no to him ?
aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you
would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub
bc lord knows you cant walk after him
and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left
at the end of the day he absolutely worships you
karl :
karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life
i just think that he <3
karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum
so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality
its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall
and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,
he’d kiss every single inch of your body
and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed
loves kisses when yall are shirtless
because he can feel your heartbeat on his
and they sync up the longer u lay there
would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck
he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips
and is so good at it bye .
he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue
and fucks you with it i-
one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head
and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over
you’re his favorite taste in the entire world
sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate
it would be so loving
he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg
and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving until you adjusted to him
karl’s packing i just know it
moans your name quite a lot
and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts
he’d hold your hands while you two made love
his grip tightening as he got closer
karl would make DAMN sure you came first
but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him
the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs
karl still tucked inside you
he’d love cockwarming dont @ me
is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after
with you in his arms
quackity :
sex with alex >>>>>>
yes
please
he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .
alex loves foreplay
lapdances
bc he’s so obsessed with your body
and having you put on a show just for him ?
turns him on like nothing else in the world
lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed
hands hands hands
alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots
has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it
has you hold eye contact while he eats you out
and the minute you break it , he stops
would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could
and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him
keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently
alex is definitely a soft dom
when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up
usually with his belt
fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders
but also loves when you're on top
alex is a titty guy
such a boob guy
and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks
getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven
once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you
his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises
would play with your clit as he fucks up into you
“cum for me , princess”
loves cumming inside you
breeding kink
just saying
and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again
whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.
whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.
whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you
(no pressure) 🏷 - @endlessymphony @seekinglumos @roonilwazlibweasley @weasleyslag @missadelynk
whether it’s your sharp tongue, your tendency to blow hot or cold, or the familiarity of you, you’re the coffee. don’t immediately assume that your undercurrent means you’re bitter, a common misconception, because people who like coffee always make it work for them. coffee doesn’t always have to be dark, it can be a warmth that’s comforting and the first start to a day. you aren’t nearly as tough as you make out to be, but we’ll keep your secret. you’re a constant, won’t ever go out of style. not everyone’s taste, but what is these days? an unknown quote reads “I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone… I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely” remember you don’t always need to face things yourself, there’s a reason people suggest “coffee?” when they want to spend time together.
no pressure 🏷- @destourtereaux @dreamy-clousds @lcvemalfcy @hey-there-angels @samineisntmyname
Y’all 😩 how dis happen??? I’m not gonna do a celebration this time but thank u so much!!!
Tagging some of my fav moots existent bc I love them🥺: @randomoutsiders @becaquinn @pinkandblueblurbs @quindolyn @samineisntmyname @chokemepansy @amourtentiaa @ronbrokemyheart @dracoscene @fawneii @toxicmodernity @aures-nook @pansyslut @dracosaccount @drachoesimp @sweeterthansammy @leydileyla @ottjord @acosmis-t @starlight-writes-stuff @piecesofem @ladyvesuvia @thotbutpurple @fredshufflepuff @illiicitarts I’m so sorry if I forgot to tag you my memory is ass but ily🥰🥰
My bestie boo boos🐛🥺 and ofc I love all my other moots too🥰🥰♥️🦖♥️🦖
2. Do you prefer to write fanfiction, read fanfiction, create fanart, make video edits, or none of the above?
3. Nails painted (include what color) or not?
4. What would your ammortentia smell like? (For those who don’t know Harry Potter, ammortentia is a love potion that smells different to each person based on what attracts them. Basically what are your favorite smells?)
5. Would you prefer to live in an extremely hot or cold climate?
6. Favorite flavor of chapstick or do you not wear any?
7. Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?
8. Favorite crack ship (any fandom)?
9. Favorite type of weather?
10. Do you use :), :], or :D?
11. Tags! (no pressure)
My answers if anyone’s interested lol
1. yeeeessss
2. read/write fanfics
3. lol i usually never have my nails painted but right now they’re silver ;)
4. Fresh baked bread, chocolate, and petrichor
5. cold I guess because you can bundle up in blankets and drink hot chocolate year round
6. Cotton candy
7. Enemies to lovers
8. Drapple
9. Rain [but not too often ;) ]
10. :)
11. @ihatelifelolimdying @ninas-waffle @thehotfaeriethreesome @no-cheese @arnoldthe-pygmypuff @insert-cloud-pun-here @grishaverse-wraith and anyone else who wants to do it! <3
2. Do you prefer to write fanfiction, read fanfiction, create fanart, make video edits, or none of the above?
- write fanfiction
3. Nails painted (include what color) or not?
- currently , no
4. What would your ammortentia smell like? (For those who don’t know Harry Potter, ammortentia is a love potion that smells different to each person based on what attracts them. Basically what are your favorite smells?)
- vanilla , lavender and wood-burning
5. Would you prefer to live in an extremely hot or cold climate?
- hot , always
6. Favorite flavor of chapstick or do you not wear any?
- fruity flavors , usually peach or strawberry !
7. Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?
- im a slut for enemies to lovers
8. Favorite crack ship (any fandom)?
- voldy x dumbledore hELP
9. Favorite type of weather?
- rain ! v stereotypical but its true
10. Do you use :), :], or :D?
- usually :) but :] has been growing on me .
11. Tags! (no pressure)
- @hellounicorn , @fjorelaant , @havenpotter , @drachoesimp + anyone else that wants to <3
And I genuinely don't get why people have to be mean
Like if you don't like it, then don't read it. Move on to the next fic. Plain and simple.
Your writing is amazing don't listen to those idiots who have to hide behind a screen to feel powerful
this absolutely made my week , and i appreciate you so much more than you could possibly know (,:
some people are just ... like that , i guess . i like to think that it’s not personal , and there’s probably something going on in their personal life , causing them to act like than , but who know . again , i hope u know how much this meant <3
gotta keep my draco simps fed - have a smut blurb i wrote in my phone in the car 🥴 lowkey love the way this one turned out , lmk what you think . xoxoxo , starlight
AYO LOOK AT THESE : (1.2k wc) smut - softdom!draco , use of a toy , i think thats it ?? enjoy >:)
reblogs are always appreciated ! <3
taking care of you
it was the third time that month that it had happened .
you knew that it wasn’t your fault - MUCH less draco’s- but that didn’t help you to feel any better. it was the medication you were on; it had robbed you of the ability to cum at your boyfriend’s hands without at least an hour of build up. you weren’t going to make him do that.
but draco had other ideas.
the blonde boy practically sauntered in, an air of cockiness twining together with his usual arrogance. the combination was downright deadly, and draco knew it, too. his confidence was one of the first things that had attracted you- it was dizzying, the way he carried himself as if he was above the general population. something about it made you weak and wanting and desperately willful. you wanted to jump on the boy the minute he’d entered the room, a black bag dangling from his skilled fingers.
“doll,” he mused, greeting you warmly. his voice was like a sweet honeycrisp apple, sending a warm tingling all over your body. reflexively, your eyes drifted shut; draco was using a tone that only came out in the bedroom and it melted you like candle wax.
“dray.”
the pale boy water no time approaching you, wrapping one of his large hands under your jaw. his soft fingertips dug into your skin, your heart thumping in your chest. you’d slipped into an altered state in record time, dracos aroma filling your head with a hazy fog. the cold silver of his rings but into your warm skin, a pleasant sort of sting, and his eyes were heavy lidded as he ran his gaze up and down your body.
draco said nothing as his eyes snapped back to yours, only tightening his grip the slightest bit more as he dropped his mouth to the exposed skin of your collarbones. he peppered the flesh with featherlight kisses, his tongue dancing over you teasingly. “brought you something.”
“hmm?” you hummed, lifting the pitch of your voice as if it was a question. draco was no stranger to bringing gifts- he did it quite often. however, you could tell that today’s present was something different.
“gonna make you feel good, okay?”
you pressed your thighs together, the soft fabric of your skirt crumpling. pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you drew yourself out of the desire-filled mindset you’d settled into and backed away from the green eyed boy. a sense of shame flooded your system as you placed gentle hands on the crisp, white fabric of draco’s button up. he knew you didn’t like addressing your... issue. the two of you had had one chagrin-filled exchange as you explained the side effects to him, and you’d made him promise that he wouldn’t bring it up again. it was humiliating, almost dehumanizing. before you could even open your mouth to speak, draco pressed a finger to the soft, pink flesh of your lips, tracing their outline.
“hush, bun. i got you, okay? i want to.”
you quirked a brow at him, frustration still coursing through your veins. “draco, you know that... sex isn’t working- i cant-“you stuttered, but the look in his eyes quickly shut you up.
“not going to fuck you, bunny. gotta new trick up my sleeve, okay?”
you teetered for a moment. you trusted draco more than anything, but what if you still... couldn’t?
“get out of your own head, y/n. promise i’ll take care of you.”
you nodded as the words rolled off his tongue. draco looked elated at your permission- you could tell he’d been wanting to do this for a while. quickly, draco undid the velvet bag, producing a small, black device. you looked at him, confusion furrowing your brow; you were unsure of what he’d gotten. however, all your perplexity melted away as draco turned the top of the object. a low, buzzing noise filled the room.
you were bewildered as you looked up to meet dracos eyes. you’d never used toys before- he’d always been enough for you. but with the way that desire seemed to fill every inch of the boys being, you realized he truly wanted to make you feel good; he wanted to make you cum in any way possible.
“wanna try, bun?”
draco had lead you to his sitting room, and you knew why before you’d even gotten there. the blonde had undressed you hastily, situating your body in his lap- in front of the wall length mirror. there was a beautiful soft of contrast painted in the reflective glass; your bare form slinked over draco’s well dressed body. he’d pressed the toy to your clit without any hesitation, a sinful smirk ghosting over his lips as a moan was drawn from your throat. the vibrations seemed to wash in waves over your nervous system, arousal coating the black device within a matter of minutes.
“how does that feel, doll?”
your back arched at the tone of his voice, goosebumps covering your bare flesh as you wrapped an arm around dracos shoulders, your fingers carding through his hair.
“feels. so good-“ you explained, the statement broken up by uneven moans tearing through your throat. you hummed as draco removed his arm from around your waist, bringing king fingers up to tweak and tease at your chest. you felt something, some sort of sensation start to pool in your lower belly, absolute bliss spilling from your lips. the feeling was so foreign and yet incredibly familiar, a sensitivity beginning to ebb away at your nerve endings.
your eyes rolled back into your head as draco began pressing kisses and gentle bites into the soft flesh of your neck, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin only adding to your pleasure. he rasped filthy praises into your ear, his voice low and rough and filled with lust. he couldn’t rip his eyes from the reflection of you in the mirror, legs spread and beginning to tremble. you looked like a piece of artwork, the most expensive painting money would buy. he watched aptly as your face shifted with his movements- gauging your reactions, measuring how to make you feel best. he found your sensitive spots with ease, bringing you closer and closer to your high.
“doing so good for me, doll,” he murmured in your ear, the praise filling you with a sense of tranquility. you turned your brain off as euphoria infiltrated every centimeter of your being- you panted and whined, pulling at draco’s hair.
“so close, dray,” you breathed, the pleasure taking your ability to speak correctly. you felt dracos lips curve into a wicked smile against your skin.
“let go for me, sweet thing. want you to cum for me.”
your entire body racked with a sweet sort of satisfaction, your orgasm rolling over you in waves each more intense than the last. draco softened his pressure on your sex slightly, allowing you to buck your hips against the vibratory, riding out your high.
your eyes fluttered open as you came down, bliss running through your veins as draco dropped tender kisses to your temple, your hair.
