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#How to win the battle for you mind
uncreativebean · 7 months
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I love how in the Champions Ballad quest you fight all the blights with what the other champions had as their weapons/defense just to see how difficult it was. I just really like that touch and oh my gosh it made me so freaking sad
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notherpuppet · 2 months
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Husk and Alastor have a battle of wits, drinking, and jazz. AKA how I think Husk found out about Al’s situation.
Music: JK Sax’s cover of Tones and I “Dance Monkey”
I’m not a talented enough musician so I couldn’t make the music that was in my head lol but dance monkey fits pretty well.
Alastor: Husker, is that all you got? Hahaha, take another shot!
Husk: You ain’t on a sadist’s leash, you can’t know-it-all. Can’t know what I been through, if you ain’t at a beck and call!
Alastor: Ha! I win this spat with ease, looks like you’ve hit the wall. Cuz Jokes on you, I know that too, I know it all!
Husk: You…what?
Al: Perhaps, I’ve had too much to drink this time. Do yourself a favor, banish this night from your mind.
Husk: U-understood.
Al: Hm, good.
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merrinla · 7 months
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Portrait spamming
Recent discovery. If you click on the portraits of the characters like crazy, they will react to it. And the developers had a lot of fun coding these reactions xD
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Tav / Dark Urge
normal - I'm awake! Mostly. - I'm starting to get a headache. - Must be the tadpole. - Quit knocking around in there! - A thousand needlepricks in my rotten skull.
combat -Ahhhhhhhh! Okay, I feel better. - I have an itch in the worst place. - Is being a mind flayer so bad? - Just waiting to venture forth here. - I'm maiming as fast as I can!
stealth - What's that ticking? - Is it me? Am I ticking? - Bomb in my head about to go off. Great. - Ah, well. I had a good run.
Astarion
normal - Why do beautiful people taste better? It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities. - Ugh. Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit. - More like Drizzt Don't'Urden - no. No that's not funny. - Villains! Dissemble no more, I admit the deed! Tear up the floor - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous hea- oh, no, that's his brain. Where did I leave that heart?
combat: - I'm trying to focus on murder. - *Humming.* - I shot a svirfneblin in Menzoberranzan just to watch him die. - I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.
stealth - Shhh. Just think sneaky thoughts. - Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP. - Be very, very quiet - I'm hunting idiots. - I've got a brand new torture chamber, so come and play with me.
Karlach
normal - NOTE TO ACTOR/DIRECTOR: Blow a raspberry at the player. - Don't. Poke. The Karlach. - Who am I? - My eye!
combat - Eyes on the prize - we need to win this! - Not every soldier should've made it out of training. - Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner. - I ought to just burn this whole thing down.
stealth - My back can't take much more of this. - Not now, I'm being a sneak! - I'm getting too old for this nonsense. - I'm not built to crouch.
Gale
normal - I hope Halaster takes good care of Tara while I'm away. - Sembian wine; Cormyrian boar; Waterdhavian conversation. It's the little things you miss while on the road. - Oh, what a tangled Weave we web! - All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.
combat - Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails. - Don't make me go all Edwin Odesseiron on you. - Get. Out. Of. My. Head. - I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.
stealth - You made me hide, don't make me come seek you. - Gods, it's like trying to sleep with a mosquito in the room. - A little privacy please. - Stop it - that tickles.
Wyll
normal - Could do for a brew. - Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'. - Ever get the sense that someone's watching? - So two halflings walk under a bar...
combat - Can't hear myself think! - Wear your scars proudly. - As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?' - I find moderation is key.
stealth - Bad time for an itch. - Could do for a brew. - So two halflings walk under a bar... - Shush. No, really. Shush.
Lae'zel
normal - Must everyone be so exhausting? - Weapons high. Standards higher. - Is perfection too much to ask? - Pride is a virtue.
combat - I will know my queen! - There is no right or wrong, only truth. - What is the point, if not victory? - You are right to fear me.
stealth - Hush already. - There is no wisdom in madness. - Is perfection too much to ask? - There is but one way. Vlaakith.
Shadowheart
all modes - I wonder how I'll feel when I remember everything. - Strange. I've had more freedom this past while than my whole life... - Have to keep focused. Can't afford to get attached - to anyone. - If I succeed, maybe I'll be allowed a pet... ugh, stop being silly.
Halsin / his voice is currently bugged :(
normal - What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb... - Such attention... I never realised I was so popular. - Are you feeling lonely, perhaps? - Unwise, perhaps, to poke a bear this much...
сombat - Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe. - Perhaps try attacking the enemy? - Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities. - You are insistent, are you not?
stealth - Most consider it unwise to poke a bear. - My, you are eager, are you not? - Please. I am trying to be stealthy. - Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.
Jaheira
normal - Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too. - I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want. - My, such strong wrists. - Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you? - Please go poke the ranger instead.
combat - You have my attention - now do something with it. - What? What do you want!? - Do you know, I begin to wish they had never brought me back. - Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.
stealth - Dry those sweaty palms and let us try this again, shall we? - Argh, my knees! Oh. It was a twig. - Would that I could hide from you, too. - Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.
Minsc
normal - ARGH! My EYE, Boo! They went for my EYE! - Know that if you poke Boo, no higher dimension will keep you safe! - Heehee. Heeheeheehee. - Well, Boo? How do you want to do this?
сombat - Are you perchance a squeaky wheel in need of a kick? - I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness. - I begin to grow annoyed. It is well for you that Boo does not let me learn the bad words! - Ignore them, Boo. Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.
stealth - A little to the left? But not so hard you make me giggle. - Boo...? Are you dancing down there, or...? - Hush! I am surprising Boo for his birthday! He is... uh... eh... how old do hamsters get...? - I am the night. A pity, then, that it is so bright out.
Minthara
all modes - You had my attention, now you have my fury. - Phlar Lolth ssinssrickla. - Your suffering will be spectacular. - Stop, or die.
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earthtooz · 6 months
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in which: alhaitham resorts to lying on top of you in order to get you speaking to him again.
quick alhaitham thought i needed to get off my mind, making out at the end lol, potentially ooc
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there were a lot of things you didn’t expect when entering a relationship with alhaitham. you didn't expect him to have kaveh as a roommate, you didn’t expect him to overthrow the government, and you didn’t expect him to resort to pettiness in order to end the silent treatment you were giving him.
it’s suffocating beneath him, squished into his soft mattress with his body weight, muscles wrapped around you like a python whilst one arm is extended outwards, balancing a book. you wonder if he’s actually reading it, but you can tell he’s enjoying himself regardless, evident through the way he often turns his head to place a kiss on your exposed collarbone, burying his face into your warmth from here to there. 
for the umpteenth time, you grunt, losing your mind just a little. his body warmth was getting too much, and you’ve been lying here for who knows how long, just staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.
you want to protest, berate him for flattening you before shoving him off, but that would mean surrendering, and this time, you want alhaitham to be the one to give up first. 
as if hearing your thoughts, your grey-haired lover then glances up at you, sleepy gaze filtered through messy strands of hair that have fallen in front of his eyes. you almost cave at the domesticity of it all, only just stopping yourself from brushing his bangs away. 
“still upset?” he murmurs, putting his book face-down to wrap his arms tighter around your torso. “fine. have it your way, i’m going to nap.”
“no-” he perks up at the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow as a mask of smugness gleams over his face. you shut your mouth immediately, cursing at yourself to slip up so easily, but you really needed to stretch out your legs and the other discomforts of lying like an unmoving plank beneath alhaitham. 
“what was that?” challenges your boyfriend. you don’t answer him, merely staring him down as he sits back, grabbing your wrists. “oh come on, i know you want to say something, out with it.” 
shaking your head, he scoffs at your stubbornness as if his isn’t just as frustrating, and gently caresses your hand. his touch is tantalising, urging you to give in, and paired with that lidded look of his, it’s practically impossible not to.
not many people get to see alhaitham like this, you realise. most know him as an indifferent, closed off, and unapproachable scribe, turned grand sage, turned scribe, yet you get the honour of seeing him as this. “talk to me already,” he demands gently, not letting his grip waver even as you keep trying to pull your hands away, only slipping away so far before he’s holding you again.
there aren’t many battles you can win against him, you know that, and one of them was a battle of strength. as he holds your wrists tight to your sides, his face so close to yours, you feel his earlier playfulness melting into something sincere. 
“are you still mad?” asks alhaitham, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as a pout appears along his lips. the response you give him is a petulant turn of your head. he sighs through his nose. “i’m sorry, okay? i was out of line, i should have listened to you, alright?”
his tone is uncharacteristically kind and warm, warm enough for you to give in to his pleas.
“you mean it?” you tease, grinning widely at him. in the blink of an eye, the tension from alhaitham’s shoulder seeps away like sand, and he sighs with relief before agreeing, a solid ‘yes’ slipping through his mouth. “then i accept your apology.”
“you minx, enjoying the sight of me like this, aren't you-” he murmurs, and you swallow his brewing snide remarks with a kiss, closing the gap by firmly pressing your lips against his. alhaitham is not surprised by your sudden affection. rather, he welcomes it, melts into you wholly as a hand holds the back of your neck to keep you against him. you're warm and precious and everything he could ever desire, so he can't help but let his hands wander, searching for more.
as your mouths slot together, there’s a delicate exchange of apologies that words cannot express; ironic, since alhaitham knows of several ways to apologise in a multitude of languages. nevertheless, he thinks that this is the best method.
with the way you move in sync with him, he can tell that this is your favourite too. 
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valeskafics · 21 days
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"To The Winner Go The Spoils" - Feyd Rautha/Reader/Paul Atreides
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Summary: The task is simple. Whoever wins the battle weds the princess. But you come up with a better solution.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, oral f receiving, slight femdom, tiddy succin, anal sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 1,520
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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“May thy knife chip and shatter.”
“May thy knife chip and shatter.”
This is ridiculous. Things like this are the reason you consider women to be the superior sex. You watch as Feyd and Paul circle each other, each poised to strike. Your sister seems to be barely holding back a smirk of amusement. You give Irulan a sharp glare before turning to watch the fight unfolding before you. You have to admit that both men are really quite remarkable warriors, albeit in different ways.
“And they’re both handsome too.”
You must have given your opinion out loud, it seems, because Irulan chimes in to add her own. You give her another exasperated glare, letting out an annoyed huff. This whole thing is ridiculous, and you told your father as much. You aren’t a prize to be won, you said. The force behind your voice was enough to make the two men glance at each other in surprise. At least you got them to bond over something, you suppose. But, ignoring your feelings on the matter, your father declared that the two would engage in a battle to the death for your hand.
And battle they do.
Your father tries to remark that any young woman in your position would be glad to have two handsome, powerful men fighting for her hand. He seems to cower slightly under the angry look you throw his way. You continue watching the battle between the Atreides boy and the Harkonnen, both evenly matched. Your father’s words echo in your ears as you recall what he told them before moving back to the viewing platform.
“To the winner go the spoils.”
A wave of anger crests over you. How dare he treat you, his heir, like some spoil to be given to a man? An idea begins to form in your mind, one of how you can take this predicament and twist it to your own benefit. You smirk, standing up from your seat and walking toward the arena, your voice ringing out as you command both your suitors to lay down their weapons. They freeze in place, knives poised at each other’s throats. Slowly, they back away from each other, setting their weapons on the ground before approaching you. You look at Feyd for a long moment, then at Paul, before turning to your father.
“There is no need for any further fighting. I’ve made my decision.” Before your father can say another word, you speak again, turning to the two men who stare at you in anticipation, “I will be taking both Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and Paul Atreides as my husbands.” You don’t allow your father to protest, instead continuing to speak to your… Fiances, “If either of you have any objection to this arrangement, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
You don’t know if they remain silent because they’re too flabbergasted by the idea you’ve come up with, or if it’s because the two genuinely have no objections to your decision.
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The wedding ceremony is held on your homeworld of Salusa Secundus. Both of your grooms wait for you at the end of the aisle, staring at you with bated breath. You know that this has never been done before, at least to your knowledge, but why should you stand by and allow the trajectory of your own life to be decided for you? You continue walking, escorted by your father who seems rather put out and perplexed by this turn of events. Irulan still seems genuinely amused by the whole thing and you try to ignore her.
Your head is held up high and you feel the eyes of both of your husbands to be on you as you repeat after the priest, saying your vows. You pledge yourself to both of them and they pledge themselves to you, no one daring to utter an objection when asked if there are any.
With just two words, “I do”, you have become the most powerful woman in the known universe, the bride to the now two most powerful men in the known universe. A thrill of excitement goes through you as Feyd takes your left arm and Paul takes your right, the three of you walking to what is now going to be your shared chambers.
The moment the door is closed, both Paul and Feyd are at your front and back respectively, hands tugging at the fabric of your wedding gown a bit too eagerly, shoving each other out of the way to try and gain more ground. That’s when you pull away, glaring at both of them.
“As your empress, I command you to stop behaving like children fighting over a new toy. I am not just your wife, Feyd, nor am I just your wife, Paul. If you boys are going to play together, you need to learn to share. And you need to remember who it is that’s in charge of this whole arrangement.”
Feyd’s lips quirk up into a slight smirk and he bows his head, “My apologies, Empress.”
You then turn to Paul who sighs, bowing his head as well, “I am sorry, Empress.”
You nod, pleased with yourself as you begin to remove your gown, allowing it to fall to the ground slowly, leaving you entirely bare before your husbands. You smirk, moving to sit at the foot of the bed, reveling in their hungry gazes on you, deciding to play a bit of a tease.
“Why so shy, my lords? I don’t bite… Much.”
Feyd lets out a raspy chuckle at this while Paul smirks to himself, the both of them approaching you and sitting at either side. You pull Feyd into a kiss first, your hand undoing the fastening of Paul’s trousers, palming at his cock, tugging at it, feeling him harden against your palm as Feyd’s lips practically devour your own. You then switch so that it’s Feyd whose cock is in your hand as you kiss Paul. You’ve taken complete control of the situation and it seems that neither of them mind this at all.
Good. You’re their empress. They should mind your words.
“Both of you on your knees.”
Without hesitation, they drop to their knees before you. You bring Paul’s face to your breast while pushing Feyd’s between your thighs. They take the hint and Paul’s lips immediately latch onto one of your nipples as he palms at your neglected breast, squeezing so hard that it has him moaning against you. You feel Feyd’s tongue running along your slit before he pushes it inside you, moaning at the way you taste, hands on your thighs, holding them apart as he laps at your folds like the greedy little beast he is. Your hips buck against his face while your fingers tangle in Paul’s curls, urging both of them on with your cries of their names.
“Oh, don’t stop… Yes, Feyd, just like that… Oh, Paul…”
It doesn’t take long for your peak to come, white hot pleasure shooting up your spine as you all but scream the names of your lovers. You lay back on the bed on your side, Feyd at your front, Paul now at your back. Their hands are all over you as you rid them of their own clothes, leaving the three of you completely bare and vulnerable before each other. You press your lips to Feyd’s, tasting yourself on his tongue while Paul kisses your neck, grinding his cock against the flesh of your ass, squeezing it between his palms. Feyd bites down just hard enough on your lip to draw blood, making both of you moan as the coppery taste pervades the kiss.
Feyd pushes into you first, the stretch feeling entirely exhilarating as he bottoms out inside of you, filling you to the hilt. You feel Paul’s finger moving against your puckered hole, getting you ready to take his cock so that you can have both of them at once. And when he pushes inside you, you let out a shuddering gasp, feeling so impossibly full of both of them. Your cries of ecstasy ring out across the room along with their moans of your name as they roll their hips against you, filling you up so deliciously. The stretch is almost painful, the feeling is almost too intense, but you would never want anything else. Feyd continues kissing you while Paul squeezes at your breasts, the two of them bucking their hips, sliding in and out of you in a strange sort of tantric rhythm, one that has you letting out a prolonged moan of their names as you reach your peak. Paul spills himself soon after, his cum coating your back, while Feyd’s fills you, painting your insides black with his seed.
You lay between them, utterly content, feeling their lips trailing along your neck, your breasts, down to your hips.
You know it won’t be long before the three of you are ready again, and you muse to yourself that truly, in this situation, you are the winner. After all, it is you who has claimed the spoils.
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helluvapoison · 1 month
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I just read your Lucifer ABC's and the idea of him knowing everything about reader, but also needing words of afirmation just gave me an idea. Just imagine Lucifer truly asking to be tested about how much he knows reader, and they just start asking "Who is the person that i love most?" "Who makes my heart flutter and beat so loud even heaven could hear it?" "Who lives in my head rent free that even while dreaming he's there making everything brighter?". Lucifer would crumble.
I cant take this image from mi mind, please honey, show me the sweet baby crumble.
The Answer
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
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“C’mon!”
Lucifer’s smile threatens to crack his face in half.
He’s been begging you to quiz him on your knowledge of him even though you assured him, you believe he knows everything about you. A part of you knows this isn’t for you; it’s for him. Lucifer wants to prove he’s a worthy mate by sharing the information he’s collected about you. His crimson eyes are big and beautiful and straight up impossible to deny. With a smile of your own, you sigh and drop your phone. Turning to give him your full attention, you rest your head in your hands.
“Alright. What’s… my favorite color?”
Suddenly his smile drops, eyes rolling dramatically to the left.
“Pfft! That’s way too easy. You need to give me a harder one than that, darling!”
Pursing your lips to the side for only a moment, you don’t need to wrack your brain very hard for a question that would stun Lucifer. A smirk tugs across your face. It’s returned tenfold. He’s vibrating with excitement when he sees you’ve conjured something, something he thinks he can answer. That only makes you more ready to win the battle he’s started.
“Who’s the first person I’d tell a secret to?”
Lucifer inhales like he’s been holding his breathe the whole time.
“That’s—!” He chokes, pupils shrinking to slits, “That’s, uh…”
You make sure to give him a few seconds before dropping the next question.
“Who’s the person I want to see every morning, noon and night of every day?”
“I-I know this one!” Lucifer assures but deflates, shoulders slumping with the amount of uncertainty weighing him down.
“Who am I thinking about every waking moment because they’re my favorite person in the universe?”
Lucifer looks like he wants to say the answer, but he’s afraid it’s wrong. His mouth opens and shuts unsure of itself. His eyes scan your face for any warning signs and although he finds none, it’s as if he can’t trust any of his senses.
Who makes me smile and laugh more than anyone?
Who’s so creative they always have me in awe?
Who can make my day brighter just by being themself?
Question after question, you tug him closer by his hips until he’s flush against you. You will your hands to deliver to reassurance your words cannot. Fingers glide up his neck and comb through his blonde locks, every stroke an apology for dragging the game on.
“Who do I love the very most and thank Heaven every night for sending him to me?”
Your hands steal the apples of his cheeks and tilt his head up. Your eyes grip his in a staring competition fueled by adoration. The games over and forgotten but it has a clear winner. Lucifer’s a blushing disaster, his voice failing him and melting to a whine. He swallows hard on nothing, eyebrows pinching together making his expression appear dangerously hopeful.
Your voice drops to an agonizingly soft whisper. Syrupy sweet yet serious.
“I’ll give you a hint. He’s my angel… His name starts with an L… He’s looking at me like he wants a kiss…?”
“I—Is… Is it.. Me?”
“Yes, Luci. The answer is you.”
Closing the small gap between you both, you finally give him a reward for answering the question correctly.
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polarisjisung · 2 months
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KISSES WITH NCT DREAM
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pairings: nct dream × fem! reader
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of giving hickeys (for jeno) + reader is implied to have long(ish) hair + use of pet names
notes: a little different to usual but i want to post more often and I love reading these little headcanons! although I do need to switch it up from all the fluff 🫠
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MARK-cozy morning kisses:
mark loves lazy mornings, holding you by the waist to make sure you don't have a chance to escape the warmth of the duvet you're all wrapped up in. sure your hair's a little messy but mark loves the domesticity of waking up next to you. you'll make every attempt to make your way out of the confines of your shared double bed but mark ultimately wins, shutting you up with a kiss when he feels like you're talking too much
"mark baby, please I have work" mark could not care less— really, they should've made it illegal to work weekends
"you have a boyfriend too" he'd tuck the hair falling from your ponytail behind your ear and you're a sucker for the way he'd let his palm rest over your cheek as he pulls you into his chest underneath the covers
"markie, I'll get fired" you know you'd lost the battle the second mark let his eyes land on your lips, the ones that were still shining from the left over lip mask you'd applied the night before, but you still try to bolt out of the covers as fast as you can, undoubtedly you'll get pulled back in by mark just a few seconds later
"don't run from me baby" he's all pouty, you know its all just a facade to get a couple extra minutes in bed with you but saying no to mark just wasn't one of your capabilities
when you finally sigh in defeat,
"just 5 minutes" with a roll of your eyes, he's peppering sweet kisses all over your face, placing a couple pecks on your lips too
"I'll take 5 minutes"
best believe he'll take a lot more than just 5
RENJUN-stupid adorable smiley kisses:
kisses with renjun start out ever so gentle, a quick touch of your lips before he's checking to see your reaction. doesn't matter how long you've been dating, renjun still gives you butterflies every damn time, and he's the same with you, all giddy and kicking his feet, so you both start out so smiley against each other's lips, soft and sweet. on occasion renjun likes to go for deep, more meaningful passionate kisses, and the second you see his starry eyes staring up at you, grin formed into a soft smile, you know his hand is going to reach for your jaw and his lips are going to move rushed against yours
there's a sparkle in his eyes, a glint that tells you renjun won't stop at a few pecks— naturally you don't mind at all
"my love?" he coos, looking up at you, taking in your features as though he's trying to commit every detail of your pretty face to memory, your moles, the shape of your lips and your sparkling eyes, he would memorise it all in that very moment
you swear he looks at you as though you've painted the sky and hung the stars, and every time you catch yourself wondering what you've done to be lucky enough to deserve him
"I love you" as those words slip so effortlessly out of his lips, he'll guide you with a hand against the back of your head to meet his lips again, with more urgency this time
"I love you too" you'd breathe out, an oppurtunity you'd never miss
JENO-neck kisses
jeno loves your lips, kisses, pecks, full on make out sessions— he doesn't mind. but every time he finds your hair tied back and your neck on display he sees it as the perfect chance to show that you're absolutely not single, very much taken in fact. jeno finds joy in carving his initials into your neck or leaving small, unintentional patterns behind sucking and gently biting at the warm skin on your neck. the kisses eventually trail their way up across the bone of your jaw, his hands tugging at the ends of your hair as he twirls it between his fingers. jeno wants it all, quick kisses will do if you're out and about but the second you're home, kissing is at least a 20 minute task.
when you're out, be it hanging out with friends or running errands together, especially in the summer, when you like to tie your hair back a lot more frequently, jeno finds himself going absolutely feral, he's like a child begging his mother to go home
your back is against the wall the second you step through the door, jeno's lips impatiently capturing yours. he's a literal animal, he'll devour any lipstick you're wearing like it was never even there, before his kisses land on your collarbone.
"knew what you were doing when you tied your hair up baby hmm?" jeno likes to think you do it on purpose, to mess with him just a little, admittedly you do, but if you could be honest it had been solely unintentional this time
"come on jeno" your hands land on his chest, almost avoiding the hungry search of his lips for the skin of your neck "didn't know you were so needy"
you like to tease him, his cute agitated kisses becoming a little more intense at your words
equally jeno finds no shame in just how crazy he is for you
"needy for you baby, only you"
something about his urgency mixed with his loyalty forces you to forget about the hickeys you'll spend hours covering up over the next few weeks
HAECHAN- tip of your nose kisses:
haechan loves a makeout session as much as the next person, and despite his forward and bold attitude, sometimes the hard-core kisses just aren't what he's looking for. his favourite solution? kissing the tip of your nose, he likes booping your nose here and there as it is, but in his softest moments, where you find his eyes staring your way in pure awe, haechan's eyes travel to the tip of your nose immediately. it doesn't take long for his lips to follow— a tentative kiss to make sure you're in the mood to be absolutely bombarded with his love
forehead kisses are a close second, and eventually haechan gives in to delicate tender kisses on your lips, his fingers interlaced with yours
"have I ever told you I love you?" kisses with haechan are playful, so you can always tell he's in the mood when that adorable toothy grin shines it's way at you
"multiple times hyuck, every day actually" you'd respond, so giggly that he swears he's falling in love with you all over again, he's not sure if it's possible quite frankly, considering he thinks the same thought everyday
"that's what you deserve baby, I love you" he'd waddle his way over to you on the sofa, that smirk on his face that tells you everything you need to know— the kiss lands perfectly in the centre of your nose, your face soon hidden away in your hands
"don't get shy on me now baby, you know what I wanna hear" he's already trying to get another look at your pretty eyes and when he successfully gets your hands to slide down your face, places a chaste kiss to your forehead
"I love you too hyuck"
"can't hear you buttercup, you're gonna have to show me that pretty face so I can lip read" he's a little too proud of his words, and when you do let your hands down, his lips are all over yours
JAEMIN-lip gloss kisses:
jaemin is a sucker for those shiny, perfect glossy lips of yours, he's a sucker for you full stop, but your lips are practically a superpower.
now jaemin hates strawberries but that pretty pink lip gloss of yours with a little shimmer and that strawberry scent is his absolute favourite, he swears it makes your eyes pop 10x more it's perfect— you're perfect
he loves showering you with affection, be it hugs or kisses, holding your hand or whispering sweet nothings into your ear, jaemin treats you like an absolute princess and when his princess is all dressed up and so absolutely gorgeous, he can't help but ask for one thing for himself. not that jaemin doesn't love seeing you lounging around casually, he thinks you look gorgeous all the time, but seeing the confidence that oozes from your being when you're ready for a big event has his stomach doing backflips
his arms wrap around your waist quicker than you can twist the tube of your lip gloss shut— really there was no point going through your extensive lip combo routine because you should've known jaemin would eat it all up
"my sweet sweet girl, do you think I could have a kiss?" jaemin likes to get extra affectionate in these moments, clinging to you with a smile that reaches his eyes, just to make sure there's no way you can say no
"but nana my lip gloss" you're always trying to make excuses, really it was just because lip products were starting to get expensive, but you don't mind blowing more money on them if it meant you'd have a love like jaemin
"hmm, I'll buy more for you, just give me a kiss pretty please?"
you only make one more attempt at stalling, you know better that you're not winning this battle
"but nana it'll get all over you"
he shrugs, so unbothered you swear you hear your heartbeat ring in your ears
"I like it like that"
jaemin loves the way you tenderly hold his face before you seal his lips in a kiss, when you pull away his lips are glittery and pink just like yours, but his smile seems to have grown ten fold
"you look so pretty nana, my princess" he nods
"your princess, all yours" before locking your lips against his once again
CHENLE-spiderman kisses:
chenle loves the movie, chenle loves you, to him it just made sense and the spiderman kiss has easily become his favourite way to greet you as he walked through the door.
most days chenle would find you seated on the couch, finishing up a project for work when he'd get home, his hand would wrap under your chin and slightly over your neck with ease, lips locking with yours momentarily
"I missed you" he'd whisper, every time as he pulled away from you, placing his things down to a side and slipping into the empty space beside you. his arm would find its rightful place resting over your shoulder before his lips would brush over yours again
"I missed you too"
the both of you would bask in the warm intimacy of the moment, something between you, only for you, that the both of you would secretly look forward to day in and day out
to chenle that was enough, that daily welcome home kiss was practically routine and it was a routine he'd grown used to, practically to the point where when he'd walk in and you weren't working away at a desk or on the sofa, anywhere he could easily guide your head backwards and press his lips to yours, the rest of his day would be ruined
dramatic, would be the best way to describe a kiss deprived chenle
JISUNG-hand kisses:
to jisung kisses are one of the truest levels of intimacy, they come with philosophical and ethical discussions and debates, prophesies of where the universe might be heading in ten years or why you shouldn't take things in life for granted
jisung liked to think, and he appreciated being able to share and discuss his thoughts with you, to him that seemed like one of the purest forms of love, being unashamed to share even the most wild and crazy theories with each other
he admired your passion, the way you'd get lost between your own thoughts, in your own world as you explained a concept to him, one of the many reasons jisung loved you, and in those moments a press of his lips to the knuckles of your hand, already intertwined with his, seemed perfect, like the cherry on top
"I think it's crazy how we don't realise so much of what goes on around us" you're sharing one of those moments of yours again, when you feel like you'd noticed something that made a big impact on your point of view in life and jisung can't help but let that gummy smile flash over his lips, his thumb rubbing up and down the outer surface of your hand
it's beautiful to him, how your legs are laying over his and how you rest your head against his chest and his fingers rake through your hair while you find yourselves in this moment, for a second jisung stops listening, or at least attentively so, trying to take in this fleeting moment of what he thought was the most important part of loving someone
"sung, you seem out of it?" you'd ask the question so concerned, despite a little guilt that he hadn't been able to listen to you, jisung would smile softly and shake his head
"just thinking about how lucky I am to have you"
and his hand would lift yours, quickly pressing a feathery kiss to your knuckles
"I love you" he'd say, a phrase he didn't say often, scared it would lose its meaning, but one he'd say just enough that you'd known how much you meant to him
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ALEX I JUST HAD AN IDEA...
so you know how spidey sense like, lets the spider know that there's a danger nearby before it gets to them? what if there was a spidey sense but for like, not danger. yk. like. LIKE...
i imagined hobie sitting by himself somewhere, not really paying attention? and then he gets this feeling that envelopes him whole and gives him the warm fuzzies and makes him smile, and he doesn't get what it is until his s/o comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, or like slaps his shoulders trying to scare him and he just wuvs them so much
im so soft you made me soft for hobie look what you've done!!!!
- your friendly neighborhood 🕷️ anon [ idc if emoji anons are so last year im spider anon now >:) ]
THAT FUNNY FEELING !
— hobie brown x gn!reader
— fluff, just straight fluff, hobie being so in love its crazy, petnames and lots more fluff
— hobie's spider-senses were giving him a new sensation, but he couldn't really put his finger on what it was
— ANON THIS IS SO ADORABLE MUWAH! ALSO EMOJI ANONS ON TOP I LOVE IT
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Hobie had been getting a new warm feeling that he didn't understand.
It happened whenever he was at peace. There was never any danger near him or around him. He could be sitting there, minding his business, only for this warm feeling to engulf his entire body. His mind draws blank as it’s engulfed with that damn fuzzy feeling.
He could never say he hates it though. It reminds him of you.
It comes at him whenever he’s somewhere with you. Whether the two of you are just hanging out, winning a battle, or walking around, he’s randomly hit with a wave of a good-feeling. One that stays with him for a small while, that feels like happiness spreading through his body.
That's how he mentally connected it to you. Of course, he didn't think for a while you truly were the cause. Not until recently.
You practically begged him to come over, to take the day off from being Spider-man and hang out with you. Hobie always had a hard time saying no to you, so he agreed.
You were out at the local shoppe by this point, so he let himself in (with the spare key you gave him of course). He looked to find ways to entertain himself, settling on strumming his guitar. He kicked his feet onto your bed as he lied back in your desk chair.
After a small while, he started getting that feeling again. That fuzzy one that engulfs him entirely, making him feel good. He glances up to look around, but sees nothing. He found it odd, but maybe it meant you were back home?
Nah, he was kidding himself. The connection was probably just in his head.
You place your groceries on the counter, ears picking up the sound of a guitar playing. You smile to yourself. Of course you know who the culprit was. He had a key because of you anyways.
Slowly, you creep up to your bedroom, carefully cracking the door. You keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend from afar. He seemed so relaxed, which wasn't usual for him.
Hobie deserved some peace and relaxation after saving so many people. You seemed to be the only one who truly thought that. Miguel didn't see it that way. The criminals among New York didn't understand that. And even Hobie himself didn't think he deserved a break for doing what he's supposed to.
So watching him so.. unaware for once truly was a sight.
You enter the room as quietly as possible, creeping up behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
When you crept up, Hobie was engulfed by that feeling again. A warm smile crosses his face when he feels you lean against him, laughing in his shoulder.
"There ya are." He said with a small laugh. "I had a feelin' you were home."
You raise an eyebrow, smile never faltering. "What? No you didn't! You were so unaware when I snuck up behind you!"
Hobie raises his eyebrows, the feeling slowly fading from his body. So he was right! That warm and euphoric feeling did come from you, his lover. No one else could make him feel that way, not even close.
"Oooh, does the tingle work even for me?" You ask in an excited tone.
"The.. tingle?"
You nod happily, moving so you sit on the bed by his legs. "Yeah! You know, the thing you use to sense danger."
God Hobie found you so.. mesmorizing. Your truly somewhat childish nature that wasn't that but close, he loved it.
"Nah, only works for danger, love." He responds, looking down and strumming his guitar.
"Then you can't sense me! I'm like a ninja. This is perfect." You say, standing and grabbing Hobie's arm. "C'mon, I have some groceries for dinner."
He nodded and stood, guitar on the bed as he followed you to the kitchen. Of course he was going to keep the sensation a secret. He wanted to keep that for himself, a way you make him feel. And besides, what's the harming in letting you think that you could sneak up on him?
It could bring more heartfelt moments like that.
Ever since then, Hobie pretended to be blissfully unaware.
He pretended like he couldn't feel you sneaking up on him to scare him. He pretended he never knew you were right behind him, waiting for him to see you. He pretended like he didn't expect your "unexpected" or "surprise" hugs.
Because honestly, he loved you. Hobie loved these little things, even if it sounded weird in itself. He loved having a partner who was always catching him off-guard with affection, even if he was sensing it.
There are random times when the two of you are just sitting together, each one doing a separate activity. He would be on his guitar and you would be catching up on your latest game or book.
Then, that feeling would hit Hobie. He would feel the fuzies he felt from before, and a smile graces his face. It prompts him to move to hug you from behind, nuzzling his head into your shoulder or neck.
When you question him, "What are you doing, love?"
He just sighs, smile never leaving his face. "Just love ya, so damn much sweetheart."
Certainly enough to make your heart melt and cheeks go red. You always found these moments slightly odd, however. He initiated those moments whenever you planned to try and scare him or give him your own surprise hug.
He always beat you to it. Not that you could complain, oh no. If anything, you welcome this with open arms.
You had a slight feeling that Hobie wasn't being entirely honest when he said he truly never knew when you were behind him. Hobie was always aware of his surroundings. But that didn't make you think for too long. You chalked it up to Hobie just letting his guard down around you, and that made you feel nice.
This new sense of Hobie's was his personal favourite, one that he's glad comes from you, the very person he loves and appreciates so so dearly.
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Omg the gladiator ghost got me thinking about him winning a fight and cutting off his opponent’s head and holding it out towards reader’s direction BUT LIKE in a “cat bringing its human prey as a gift” kind of way” to show off his prowess and not intending this gesture to be threatening 😭 and bbygirl ghost not realizing he might be spooking reader a bit !
Just him starting to show off hoping reader will see him at the coliseum got me acting unwise 😭
He definitely would pull this! Gladiator Ghost is a formidable and fearsome warrior who doesn't fear anything and the moment he notices his favorite little lady sitting in one one of the boxes reserved for nobility in the coliseum like the perfect flower she is, he immediately gets the urge to show off as much as he can, his prowess and how strong and powerful he is!
You always flush and wave your embroidered fan a little faster, to the great amusement of other young ladies, when you see the gladiator's broad and bulky body glistening with sweat and you swear to the gods above that you always catch Ghost looking at you through the opening in his helmet.
One such instance was memorable in particular when Ghost got a little 'too much' into the fight, not to mention he was horny and frustrated because he couldn't get the image of you soft, plump body out of his mind but due to privacy reasons (or rather lack of it) he couldn't exactly jerk off in the barracks so now he was hormonal and pent up :(( The one good thing was that you were sitting perfectly poised next to your lady and watched attentively as he fought twice as hard for you to see but on the other hand it meant he also got more erratic and brutal, his primal instincts telling him to show off his prowess in battle and strength, to show that he'd be the perfect material for a partner and fathering your offspring-that got him a little too heated and before he and everyone else knew it, he sliced his opponent's head clean off and Ghost was grabbing it and marching towards the box where you sat to show it off :((
What he didn't expect and didn't intend at all was for you to get quite a bit frightened at the brutal and bloody display, and as much as the sight of Ghost covered in sweat and blood was appealing, the severed off head was not and now the gladiator was angryat himself that he upset you :((
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tearskillstardust · 3 months
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; GENSHIN MEN WHO HAVE DEEP, DARK DESIRES
NSFW; 18+ content and themes ahead, minors DO NOT INTERACT.
all legally aged genshin men; gender-neutral reader. interacting with the following content is a free choice for all readers. the author does not take any responsibility for the repercussions.
!! tw— somnophilia, dacryphilia, corruption kink, possesiveness, reader has anger issues, bondage. !!
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—GENSHIN MEN WHO FIND YOUR INNOCENCE SO ENDEARING. who find your naivete to underestimate their strength so endearing they're forced into acting that out when they're around you. who don't really act tough around you, instead choosing to be funny and relaxed with you around, letting you win the little cuteness aggression battles. but when you're in bed and end up expecting the same, they genuinely feel like laughing at how innocent you're being. they know you aren't kidding, but the way your eyes widen in half shock when they slam you right on the bed carelessly, not even faltering in their steady breaths, they end up smirking at you. who make sure to let you know who's the boss in the bed, and that they can't always supress their prowess around you.
— men who revel in the way you seem to be tamed so easily when they bite and be harsh with you, laughing at your easily won agreement. who realize that they're so eager to snatch your little bubble of naivete away from you, taking strange yet disgusting pleasure in watching your eyes widen in shock when they do something even slightly rough. eager to see your reactions they quick their pace and can't deny that they're in love with the idea of seeing you lose your innocence, your virginity to them. they can't help themselves when you're being like that though, how can you act so soft and cutely even while doing such lewd things? how can you look so cute as they suck harsher on your clit? they can't help but completely tear their clothes off in the eagerness of destroying whatever nice image you had of them in your mind, eager to let you know they can claim you when and however they'd desire.
albedo, wanderer, kaeya, xiao
—GENSHIN MEN WHO LIKE YOUR WIT. so they, your lovely boyfriends, speak to you without restraint, about anything and everything. initially, you always start off with a happy and nice mood, talkative and interactive as you yourself are. they like indulging in all kinds of discussion with you, even if its very out of pocket, as long as they have an excuse. but then slowly, as they gain a few laughs at of you, they begin trying to pick a fight, getting outright irritating as the debate ensued further. who laugh in their inner monologue as they see you getting stressed when they said completely wrong things and slowly your patience wore thin, until it dried up completely and you were left ending up want to crush their face with that annoying smirk that indicated their faux sense of victory.
— men who internally rejoice when you get all that feisty and aggressive, ready to fight them. who stand watching as you frown deeper when they start teasing you outside of the topic of discussion. who corner you very slowly, so tactfully you don't even realize it until you're so fed up you turn to leave but collide right with the bookshelf and fall back into them—only to feel something poking against your skirt, turning red with realization. who get silent and then end up breathing slowly against your shoulder, reaching out slowly for your collar as they loosen the tie and find access to your skin, marking it enough that you remember you're theirs when you speak to that boy who eyes you at all the places he shouldn't. who then turn and leave, leaving you to satisfy yourself with your own aid, at least till the night. they don't mean to be any nicer at the night, but you may get to release at least once if you beg them hard enough.
itto, heizou, kaveh, venti
—GENSHIN MEN WHO ARE SOMEWHAT POSSESIVE. don't get them wrong but they don't like you having too much fun with someone else when they're around or eye someone with the same love-filled gaze you look at them with. they like being yours and you being theirs. a strange carnal desire takes over them when they start feeling jealousy, they don't doubt you, but they always doubt others. they don't want you to get hurt, or worse, fall into wrong hands anyhow. but what makes them actually snap is when you start entertaining others as well—that's when they lose control and completely snap; perhaps you forgot a little something? do they have to remind you who has the rights to claim you? nothing worrying, they know how to work around that, too.
— men who leave no chance for you to escape their scrutiny when they corner you after enough observation. they know how everything's going, they'd just rather you spew everything out, and they have rather an interesting way of making you be honest. when they suddenly stop their fingers and you get desperate enough to grind against them, they pin you and you tell them the whole truth and they smile at you. 'and what do you think you should have done when they were staring at you like that?', and suddenly they're edging you again before you exclaim loudly enough that you're theirs and they lose their self-control. who have no problem giving you what you desire so desperately if you're willing to be cooperative with them, and when you give them the promise they wanted, you can have all of them.
ayato, zhongli, capitano, thoma
—GENSHIN MEN WHO FIND YOU SO PEACEFUL. who think you look so soft and cute with the soft pillow pressed against your flushed cheeks, mouth parted pen slightly. who can't help but stare as you sigh softly and switch positions, trying not to notice the way your shirt sticks to your body with all the sweating. who find your soft breaths too pretty to ignore, and suddenly sit up, unable to sleep. who climb over you, making sure not to wake you up as they kiss you softly in your sleep, finding no resistance when you pry open your mouth further, softly biting down on their tongue in your sleep. who have to drink the guilt up and convince themselves that you had agreed when they had asked you about this once, so technically they are allowed to do this with you.
— who only intended to press kisses all over you, not to get so hard, and now that they are, they need some relief after all. who try their best to be subtle initially and get it over with, but when your walls tighten around him and you squirm so much in your sleepy haze, they really loose control and move rougher than they initially planned, unable to resist their urges. who move quicker now as your eyes flutter open, surprised when you find your hands pinned down and them straddling your waist, thrusting away. it's so hard to gain understanding, make any sense of what's happening with their thrusts rapidly increasing in pace and harshness, and can only hold on to their shoulder as they try to apologise through shaky breaths, but fail in so. who come loudly and largely unable to move out go for another round until they're certain you simply can't take it anymore, and they have to convince themselves to move away, sleeping with the thought that they can have you again in the morning—they have enough energy for both of you, after all.
aether, baizhu, diluc, gorou
—GENSHIN MEN WHO LOVE TO SEE YOU SMILE. so darling, don't get them wrong when they get hard after seeing you cry and shake like that. they hate it when you're genuinely sad, and would both kill and die should it come to that, anything for their darling—but seeing you cry and shake uncontrollably like that when you're beneath them never fails to light a flame inside them; a beastly instinct that encourages them to explore this side of you more, and make you shake harder with every release. who quicken their finger movements, shaft painfully pressed against their pants as they watch you arc your back, tears rolling down your neck as they lick them away like a depraved animal.
— men who never fail to remind you how beautiful you look too, even though it would pain them to see you like this in any other context, and always ensure to tell you that. who press into you harder, quicker like they've never experienced such rush before, adrenaline pumping into their veins with every other whine you make. who can't help but edge you over and over again like that because of how loudly you cry out and beg them to continue playing with you like a broken record, stating your pleas half-senselessly. who can't let you reach your high that peacefully because they find more pleasure in seeing you reach that point then at the end of it, so they tease you until you can't take it and then plead to them with wet puppy eyes and a melting gaze that forces them to let you have your way—they're not known for ignoring prayers, after all.
wriothesley, tighnari, pantalone
—GENSHIN MEN WHO ARE SO PROUD OF YOU. who love letting you know simply how amazing you are, and leave no stone unturned it praising you when you deserve it. who like seeing the way you weave your way through life's difficulties with admirable grace and emerge victorious through all adversities, constantly smiling. they love calling you theirs and even go so far as calling themselves trophy husbands who married rich, always gaining a side eye, yet never minding it altogether. who love the way you blush when they vocally express how amazing you were for having solved that problem so easily where others struggled. which is why they also have a certain penchant for claiming you as theirs in front of others, always sneakily ensuring that they do something that others know who you belong to.
— they always need that element of risk when it comes to making love to you, always desirous that others be able to see or hear them somehow. that others can hear the way you moan and cry out, or see the way you curl or melt into their touches and actions alone. they want to ensure that others thrist over you, who only belongs to them alone. they do not mean it in a demeaning sense, but the way others pass them envious looks always had them laughing and clutching you closer. who like it when the doors just a bit open, just enough to let your melody leak out of the room, enough for every peeking eye to know about the only person you would let that do to you.
childe, cyno, kazuha, neuvillette
—GENSHIN MEN WHO LIKE YOUR QUICK, SHARP MOVEMENTS. who admire how you speak what's on your mind without rethinking it too much. who like how your wrists move sharply without any form of restriction, like the movement of peacock feathers as they dance in the rain. or even how your hair seems to be desirous of fluttering no matter however still you may yourself be, always dancing on the wind. so, when you showcase such a bubbly and innocent side of yours in a formal public setting, or if you say something without restraint that undoes all their hard work, they decide it may be time to teach you a thing or two about appropriate etiquette. don't find yourself too surprised when they bind you against the bed then, disabling you from moving.
— they know how to deprive you just enough to have you squirming for them, relentlessly whining for an end to their teases. who admire you so much with that pretty colour all around you, and mark you all over so that you have something to remind you of appropriate behaviour when you're sitting all alone and thinking. who edge you to the point you can only make promises of how you'll think twice before speaking next time, but they still don't believe that pathetic cry and are wholly convinced you need to be left for a bit without any sensations, all except for the silks binding your hands and legs. who find strange satisfaction in watching you whine quietly, trying anyhow to rub yourself against the cloth underneath you but fail entirely to please yourself. it is when a tear drop of frustration forms and wets the satin against your eyes that they relent, finally letting you relieve yourself by riding them through the night.
al haitham, dottore, lyney
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Listen, I know Dream winning his duel with Lucifer with hope is like... A BIG DEAL and super symbolic and beautiful, HOWEVER I have something that may not be better, but would definitely be FUNNIER. 
Dream loses. He's been locked in a bubble and had his hopes dashed again and again, even though he's still fighting and still hopeful, it's harder for him to reach that and it doesn't come to mind in time for him to win against Lucifer. He's to stay as a servant in Hell and there's no Endless or divine being that can or will come to his aid. He's trapped. Again. 
Only Matthew isn't Jessamy, Matthew knows when the best way to help is a tactical retreat to gather reinforcements. So that's what he does, going immediately to Luciene like, "Hey, so, uh..." And there has to be some way they can help him! Luciene makes it clear that none of the dreaming denizens can. None of the Endless can, no deity would be of any help there against Lucifer. There are Old Laws dictating that Dream lost fair and square and no one can interfere with that. And Matthew's like, "Well what about someone who can challenge Lucifer to win him back? Someone not bound by the Old Laws?" 
"The only beings not bound by the Old Laws are humans. There's no human--" 
Except there is. There's one. One human that Dream would go off once a century to meet, and it's a long shot, but-- 
That's how Hob Gadling finds himself being approached by a talking raven asking him to trek into hell to rescue his boss. "You know, Dream of the Endless? Lord Morpheus?" 
Hob doesn't know who the hell the bird is talking about until Matthew describes him. "Oh, my Stranger!"
"...He seriously didn't even tell you his name?" 
Now, the idea of setting foot into Hell itself to do battle with Lucifer Morningstar is, y'know... Not something he wants to do. He confirms over and over if Matthew is SURE he doesn't have to die to achieve this, because he's not ready to leave yet, and Matthew is like, "Yeah, buddy, shouldn't be a problem." He's lying. He has no idea if it's a problem. (It's not.) 
Hob is like, "Yeah, but... I can't FIGHT Satan himself and expect to win, I AM still human." 
And Matthew's like, "You don't actually have to fight her, it's like a game! But uh... Pretty sure you still feel all the pain and stuff." And he explains the rules, and like, okay, feeling the painful death of whatever kills whatever you decide to be in your round SUCKS, but Hob's been through that before. It's actually a pretty intriguing game, one he thinks he might win. 
See, the way he sees it, it's a combination of the "times infinity" type of game (I love you, I love you more, I love you times two, I love you times a thousand, I love you times a million-- so on and so on) with that counting game where you either say one or two numbers, back and forth with someone, and whoever says 21 loses. Basically, there's one logical conclusion the game is going to reach. Someone is going to bust out the "times infinity" or in this case, "heat death of the universe" or some other completely life-ending thing. And like with the counting game, if you can get your opponent to say specific numbers on the way to 21, you can make sure they're forced to say it. 
There's a strategy if you think ahead enough, and he has an entire walk through Hell to plan it. 
(It SUCKS. He sees Robyn there. It breaks his heart. It's meant to, it's meant to keep him from reaching the palace, seeing his son in Hell, but they don't know Hob. They don't know the grief he's had to overcome in order for him to say, with absolute certainty, that he still wants to live even though it hurts. He reaches that citadel.)
Dream is, of course, horrified to see Hob there. Hob meanwhile is like a jilted exe all, "Yeah, yeah, we're not friends, you stood me up, but I'm still here for you because I'm the bigger person and I fucking care." 
He challenges Lucifer for Dream's helm and their safe passage out of Hell. Lucifer is... Intrigued. She just beat Dream of the Endless, and this human thinks he can beat her when humanity's collective unconsciousness couldn't? His immortality has made him cocky, clearly. So she accepts, and bargains that if Hob loses, he has to give up his immortality. 
There's a good minute where Hob pauses at that and has to really think about whether his arrogant, condescending not-friend is really worth that but yeah, yeah he is. Meanwhile Dream is off to the side. "Don't do this, Hob Gadling. It is not your responsibility to fix my missteps." Basically his version of pleading for Hob to leave and not risk this up until Lucifer is like enough out of you and shuts him up. 
They play. Lucifer starts out with the wolf again, because it's a good starting point to see what direction her opponent plans to take, to get a glimpse into Hob's mindset entering this game. Her plan is, of course, to cause pain enough that Hob will have a hard time thinking, but Hob makes that really fucking hard from the get-go and throws everyone in the room for a loop when his answer is...
"I am the over hunting of the local deer population. Ecosystem destabilizing, predator killing."
Well. Okay. Yeah, sure. Fucking fine. It's hard to kill that painfully. Lucifer manages to come up with, "I am hunting restrictions, nature preserving, ecosystem balancing." 
Hob, by that point, is like, I got this, actually. This might be fun. "I am the expansion of civilization. Forest destroying, hunting law nullifying." 
Matthew, who had been feeling pretty iffy about calling this guy in to help, is no longer questioning that choice. Dream is a little starry-eyed. 
Eventually Hob is the head of the Home Owner's Association. Lucifer is a bear, scrap hunting, person killing. Hob is family, revenge-seeking, bear euthanizing. Lucifer is Pride, argument starter, family destroying. Hob is friendship, blood covenant, thicker than womb water. Lucifer is jealousy, friendship rending, relationship ruining. Hob is personal growth, jealousy ending, apology giving. Lucifer is relapse, progress destroying, confidence killing. Hob is perseverance, step taking, progress rebuilding. On and on until finally Lucifer decides to end this the way she did with Dream and Hob leads her along until it reaches that natural conclusion, the death of all. 
Now there's some temptation there to go with the obvious, since he can't die even if the universe was destroyed. At least he doesn't think so. But he had already decided that it was an obvious choice to go for and he could think of a few clever ways Lucifer might get around that. So instead, Hob goes the far better choice and personal insult of being God, universe creator, life giver. He's very proud of himself when the demons erupt into boos and Lucifer looks about ready to rip his fucking throat out with her teeth. 
The way he sees it, there are two choices for her there, unless she really pulls something unexpected out of her ass. Option one is the whole "what's a god to an atheist" thing in which Hob would have then been a miracle, faith affirming, god-proving. Not much can destroy a miracle. 
But Lucifer, livid and prideful, goes with option two. "I am Lucifer Morningstar, God defying, His Kingdom ripped sunder!" 
And Hob has the absolute glee to grin and go, "I am Hob Gadling, clever, death defying, and triumphant over Lucifer Morningstar."
He and Dream are promptly kicked out of Hell on their asses, Dream's helm is thrown at his head with a force strong enough to break the sound barrier, and the gates are slammed shut behind them. The whole thing is so humiliating that Lucifer has to change their gender and moves to LA to open a nightclub.
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feline-insolitum · 3 months
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i was gonna put this on a reblog to this post but i decided it needed to be its own post so here we go
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LOOK AT HIM!!!
most other trainers will be super badass or cool whenever theyre terastallizing their pokemon. but kieran just kinda stands there devoid of life. he looks like hes not even there. almost like he's just... dissociating through the whole thing
you can also see eyebags that his teal mask model didn't have. he's been working himself to the absolute bone to get stronger. another character (i forget who) even says hes been sacrificing sleep just to get stronger. its very obviously been taking a toll on him
but looking back on the battle as a whole, this wasnt even the only time where he looked dull and lifeless. for the entire battle, when hes not being dramatic on purpose, he just looks so out of it
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you cant look at these pictures and tell me hes mentally present. the left picture isnt even timed to make him look like that. his expression is like that the entire time hes giving that line of dialogue.
and again, you can see visible eyebags!!!
i think part of it is that hes imagined the battle against the protagonist so many times since getting back from kitakami that it's feels like it's already happened to him, and he's just reliving a memory.
maybe another part is since hes gotten back, hes just been battling non stop when he has the chance. to him its just another battle. initiate, defeat, get stronger. rinse and repeat. its so repetitive that half the time he doesnt even know who hes battling. i feel like thats the case here, maybe sometimes he forgets hes even battling the person that he became this strong to defeat in the first place
i think why he did this to himself is because of more than "just getting stronger". after everything that happened in kitakami: gaining a friend, only for them to lie to and betray him about the thing he loves most, then for them to get closer with his sister, who would consistently shut him down, then on top of it all, ogerpon chose us, and even in trying to battle us for her, we beat him.
that is a lot to have happen to you in just a couple days, so i think part of the non stop training is him trying to cope. in trying to make up for "being too weak", hes also trying to escape reality and forget that those things even happened. he looks so out of it for the entire battle because he is. thats why he has such a reaction when we use ogerpon against him in battle. because by doing that, were reminding him
this is all part of why he freaks out so hard when we beat him. aside from his whole complex of getting stronger specifically to beat us, its because hes already imagined beating us so many times that to him, it already kinda happened in his sleep deprived mind. its because hes won battle after battle since getting back from kitakami, so after being in this rinse and repeat cycle of battling and winning, us losing causes him to finally snap out of it.
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after the protag wins, hes genuinely confused that he lost. but he knew how strong the protag was going into this. i think its because, for the majority of the battle, due to not being mentally present, he forgot he was battling us.
this, as well as how often he wouldve imagined him beating us, explains very well how surprised and shocked and panicked he is that he lost. "this wasnt supposed to happen" because it was just another battle, and he wins battles. "this wasnt supposed to happen" because he already imagined him beating us so many times that it had to have been real, right?
and because this monotonous cycle he was in that was actively draining him of energy was broken by us beating him, everything that he hadnt had the energy to process since training is hitting him like a truck now. ogerpon, the betrayal, how he kept losing to us, how he just lost to us right this moment, its all too much and he cant handle it. and so he crumples to the ground and has a mental breakdown
i didnt mean to turn this into a whole character analysis on kieran but i have a LOT of thoughts on his character and how hes written
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DONE.  I'm resisting the urge to do a whole TED Talk on future Leo.  However, I do want to discuss something on the matter.  To be brief, while I see a lot of people in the fandom emphasizing the pain and self loathing of this character (all of which I am certain he goes through) that is not what I see in him by the beginning of the movie.  Some one who hates himself that much and is so bogged down with regret would not be the type to speak about still having "hope" as their greatest weapon (especially in such a cheesy manner).  I see a man who has gone through the ringer and come out the other end harder and wiser.  But most importantly he appears to have doubled down on his faith in himself and even more so in his loved ones.  He knows it's not about him.  That he doesn't have the luxury to be depressed and ultimately must overcome his own mind to achieve his tenacious goals.  Does he still have bad days?  Most certainly, anyone filled with that kind of regret does, but I really think that this is a battle he fights and wins more often than not by the time of 2044.  He is a man dedicated to his cause and family, and while he still has a long ways to go at this point in the story, I feel like this would be the start of him finally forgiving himself.
I'm not into torture porn (though that may surprise some of you) nor do I think it's healthy to wallow in that sort of pain for an extensive period (fandoms can be a great outlet for this, but it can have a huge impact on your mental and emotional state if not treated in a healthy manner), and I want this to be a story of healing rather than one completely bogged down with sorrow.  Because no matter how bleak things can be, you are always worthy of love, especially self love. 
Please make sure to give yourself a hug and thank you for all your support and kind words.  We have one last round to wrap up Leo's arch then it's onto April.
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concubuck · 1 year
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((i wanna reblog that "who's ur favorite ship for my muse" meme but Alastor's kind of piled 100% of his emotional vulnerability onto one person sdfgh every ask would be either
"My favorite ship with ur muse is [exactly who you expect]."
or
"My favorite ship with ur muse is [some character/muse he's absolutely nowhere near close to shipping with]." "Oh... sorry to hear that, buddy."))
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please tell us more about your mad theory about the tories getting rid of Sunak?
So the Tories currently have two (2) major problems.
Problem the first: they are about to lose power as soon as the GE rolls around, which it must do by January 2025 at the absolute latest. And the country is baying for one sooner.
This is very much preoccupying their minds at the minute. The rich and powerful will never willingly let you vote away their wealth and power, and to put this into perspective, the Tory party has ruled this country either jointly or alone for over a decade at this point. One of David Cameron's strategies as leader was to focus on recruitment of young and exciting diverse Tories into the party, which is how we got such stellar entries as Liz Truss and Priti Patel and Suella Braverman. These are MPs, therefore, who have never known political life outside of being on the winning side. They are seeing the end of the gravy train in sight, and they are taking it as well as you'd expect.
This is why the infighting is so rife (partly; bear with). The main thing they care about right now is making the party electable again, and fast.
But...
Problem the second: like all good fascist dictators, when Boris Johnson came to power, he fired everyone who said anything bad about him for disloyalty, and promoted all his personal friends. This is how we got such stellar entries as Nadine Dorries and Jacob Rees Mogg and Michael Fabricant. But THAT'S an issue because saying bad things about BJ is basically what intelligent people did, because the man was a useless blundering oaf who killed horrifying numbers of his own electorate via the world's second worst mismanagement of a global pandemic. So removing anyone who criticised him meant, in very real terms, removing the only Tories with half a brain who were even a fraction capable of doing joined up thinking required to run a country. Like, fuck every Tory with a cactus, obviously, but they did at least used to have competent, high calibre politicians, however evil and grotesque they were. David Cameron should die in a cesspit, but he was capable of remembering to put the bins out (before wage cutting the refuse collectors).
And therein lies the real problem: okay, BJ is gone, the party is in ruin, they're staring down the barrel of the most humiliating election defeat in history. They need someone competent that they all like who can take the reins and make people like them again.
But who's left?
There's no one. There's no one left. Not just because the remaining Tories are too low calibre to lead; they're too low calibre to even be able to pick someone without shrieking like cliquey little harridans on the playground about how the wrong in-group got in. Half of them are still BJ loyalists who hate anyone who criticise The Great Brexit Leader. The other half hate BJ for managing to make everyone hate the Tories so much that they're in this mess. Both halves are willing to sabotage the chosen leader of the other, locked in a battle of mutually assured destruction.
So how does Sunak fit into this?
He's unpopular in the party to a truly staggering degree, and not much better in the eyes of the public. He's tried to take a centrist stance on BJ, but that's actually just pissed off both sides. He did manage to stabilise the economy somewhat after the appalling mess Liz Truss threw it into, but he hasn't actually fixed it - we're still mid-cost of living crisis, we're still inexplicably not rich after Brexit like Boris prommied, inflation is still at an all time high as public services crash. The public hates him.
And he hasn't made the public stop hating the Tories. That petition calling for a GE is great, because it won't happen - BUT, it does force the issue to be debated in Parliament with opposition parties getting to stick the boot in, which means the humiliation continues. The Tories are starting to get desperate again.
And because this lot of Tories are, as mentioned, utterly terrible low-calibre political idiots, their response to this pressure has for the last four years been to oust the leader and get another.
And the first letters of no confidence have been sent into the 1922 Committee already. The devil moves fast, but knuckle dragging Tories with a fifth of a braincell each move faster.
And thanks to the absolute fucking state of them all... I cannot believe I'm saying these words, but genuinely the best person they have left who could possibly do the job is, of all fucking people, Michael Fucking Gove, and it won't even be him because he was mean to Boris once.
So yeah. I reckon Sunak may be out in six months. Fuck knows who we get instead. Probably Penny Mordaunt.
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THRILL - Venom/Black!Reader
Summary: After Eddie shuts down your idea of easing away him and Venom’s tension, Venom takes matters into his own hands.
-I have never ever done this and I literally had to scan a few pretty amazing works just to get a feel for it and see what I can work with. 
-So with that said…monstefucking is a warning here and I hope I do this right 
-NSFW! AT ALL!
Love all for the encouragement!  ••••
Eddie couldn’t believe you. 
Why would you want to? “You’re fucking insane if you think that’s happening!” His words were loud, and he’s never ever yelled at you before. He was giving you a look of disbelief and confusion. It made you feel terrible but at the same time, you weren’t sorry. 
“I just…I notice the tension and it’s a part-,” You start to ramble, leaning back as Eddie comes to an abrupt stand. “No! No! You’re out of your fucking mind, okay?!” 
His heavy breathing is all that’s heard as you stare at him with teary eyes. He’s never called you insane before or stupid…or disgusting. You understood it wasn’t normal, but when is anything in your relationship with him normal? 
Eddie at the current moment did not care how this situation and his reaction was affecting you. The answer was no. 
LET ME OUT EDDIE. 
Eddie’s eyes are closing as he fights off the knocking at the back of his mind. He focused on you instead as you were getting up from the couch, quickly wiping at your face as you did your best to hide your sniffling. “Where are you going?” You snag your jacket off the table, and brush past him. “Somewhere I’m not insane or disgusting,” 
Fuck. 
“Baby I didn’t…” He starts, quickly following after you. You were slamming the door before he could follow. 
Eddie could only lean against the door, feeling Venom simmering inside of him. He despised your fights with Eddie. Thought they were pointless. 
YOU MADE HER CRY. 
“I know what I did…” 
WHY? SHE LOVES US EDDIE AND WANTS US. 
Eddie is scoffing, scooting down to the floor. 
“No, she wants you,” 
AND? 
“And?! She wants to fuck you V. You’ll break her. Kill her. 
I CANNOT HURT WHAT I CARE ABOUT. SHE IS NOT ONLY YOURS. SHE IS MINE TOO. I HAVE WANTED HER FOR A LONG TIME BUT I HAVE BEEN QUIET FOR YOUR SAKE. 
Eddie couldn’t believe this. You can’t just…
SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE LIKES EDDIE. 
The longer Eddie sat there, and the longer you were gone, they both were fighting a battle only one would win. However, their silent banter on what goes down is interrupted the more irate Venom gets, slightly annoyed when you’ve been gone for over an hour. Eddie’s worry is not far behind. 
HOW LONG? 
“Almost two?”
They hated when you left so late, upset at that, and both worried over your safety. The one thing they completely agree on. 
•••••
Across town is where you were, brain a little hazy from the few drinks you had, and you weren’t being very self-preservative when you stumbled from the bar and started walking down the desolate street. 
You couldn’t believe Eddie said those things to you. You were only trying to help the tension brewing between Venom and Eddie, and if you must admit, something you were a little curious about. Eddie was all fine and dandy on his own, the sex always amazing every time. Though, you’ve always wondered what it would feel like too. You loved them both. Why not show them both? 
You just didn’t expect Eddie’s reaction. 
His words hurt. 
So, the drinking eased it away just a little until you were numb enough to forget about it. You completely lost track of time and sense of direction. 
Venom could sniff you out of a crowd, and Eddie was in the recess of his mind, rambling on how he was going to apologize. 
SHUT UP. 
Venom didn’t really care all that much with what Eddie did as long as he made it right with you. However, this wasn’t going to be before he actually took you up on your offer. He’d already kicked Eddie’s ass for being an ass. Venom was ready if he could say so. He’s been wanting to get a taste of you for a long time. Craving it. You just happened to bring up the idea first. 
Don’t hurt her
TRUST ME EDDIE. THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE. 
He was going to hurt you, in ways you’ll enjoy. 
Venom could chide you like a child the moment his sights laid on you. You knew better. 
He was dropping behind you in the alley, very quietly, smelling the alcohol rolling off you. 
You were such a lightweight as Eddie liked to call you. 
In a literal form too as he was snagging a black tendril around you, twisting you around to face his hulking frame. Though your eyes were hazy, you were coherent enough to give him a small smile. “V…” His eerie, wide, smile is his greeting, and he’s lifting you with ease, voice a rumbling growl almost. 
TINY THING. YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME LITTLE ONE?
To Eddie you weren’t so tiny, his hands always having supple flesh to squeeze on, your voluptuous frame all he could ever think about. But to Vemon…you were just as tiny as Eddie, if not tinier. You always reminded him of chocolate with your skin and even now, he wants to lick you all night. 
You were slowly nodding, watching curiously as his tongue slithers from his mouth, slowly licking a slobbering  path from your neck to your face. 
MMMM. 
••••
When Venom got you home, he didn’t retreat, insisting you shower first. He just wanted to smell you, and a nice shower would sober you up, and make you all nice and soft. 
Eddie was internally panicking to which Venom was currently trying to soothe. 
I CANNOT CONCENTRATE ON HER IF YOU ARE BEING A PUSSY. SHE IS SAFE WITH ME EDDIE. 
I know that! It’s just she’s never taken you before and…
NO MORE TALKING EDDIE. SHE IS COMING OUT NOW. CAN’T YOU SMELL HER? SHE’S READY FOR ME.
“V…” You were rounding the corner from the bathroom, freshly showered, wearing nothing. 
Venom is towering over you the second he stands, looming over you like a dark, evil, shadow. 
His tongue swipes over his sharp teeth, the whites of his eyes squinting almost as he looked you over. He didn’t say anything, inky shoulders rising with every shift. You know that Venom has never been with anyone, human rather, physically like this before, and as he assess you, you’re becoming slightly self-conscious the longer he takes to say or do anything. 
Say something! You’re making her nervous! 
You were starting to shift, adverting your gaze for a moment. “No offense but you’re making me…” You couldn’t finish your sentence as his large hand is spanning across your side and shifting you close to him. You’re pressing against the light but somewhat heavy mass of his body to keep yourself stable, and your heart thumps as his head tilts. 
With a gentle care you weren’t expecting, he’s laying you in the middle of the bed, settling over you, a low rumbling noise leaving him as you just stared. You didn’t know how this worked, but you were eager. All you could do was let Venom start and follow his lead. 
Large hands are forming at your ankles, and you’re sucking in a breath as he pulls your legs out to open a bit wider. Then your hands are being placed above your head. He settles between you on his knees, black slithering pieces of him pressing against your wrists while two others clasp around your ankles. Completely rendering you immobile. 
It was the thought of what was about to happen that turned you on the most in this moment. What was it going to feel like? You could almost imagine it, but even your mind can’t do it any justice. 
SO PRETTY. 
He rumbles, and you’re unprepared for the feeling of his tongue gliding across your chest. You’re jerking at first, his tongue swiping back the way it came, draping across your hard nipples. “Oh!” You gasp, and Venom takes a moment to slowly explore this sensation. 
He’s seen Eddie do something like this, and it’s something you always seem to enjoy. It’s a sticky mess he’s leaving across your chest, watching your chest heave and feeling your legs shift against his skin. “Oh V…that…” You breathe, and he takes a moment to slip his tongue between your parted lips, watching you suck on it like you would Eddie’s cock. He starts to focus his attention on the other part of you he’s been dying to get his hands on. It was wonderful being a symbiote, having the ability to touch different parts of you all at once. 
A low moan leaves you when you feel something caressing between your legs, softly touching against your already worked up clit. You’re jerking again, and your eyes just about cross when you feel him slowly exploring you from the inside out. This was just a warmup of sorts. To get you ready to take him, because by no means was he going to go slow. It’s small enough to be comfortable, but big enough to feel it. Like fingers. 
His tongue is leaving the warm recess of your mouth, and licking a path from the valley of your breasts down to your pussy. You’re squirming the longer he works you in, your body pressing against your restraints the moment you felt his tongue lapping against your clit. “Ah fuck…” You whimper, already clenching around whatever part of him was currently inside you.  
FEELS GOOD LITTLE ONE?
Venom questions, relishing in the sound of the soft squelching coming from between your legs. “Yes!” You gasp, squirming again when his tongue was gliding inside of you next, adding to the already there stimulation. “Oh f-fu-V..don’t..” You ramble, groaning as he was sliding his tongue as far as he could reach before gliding out and repeating. You would’ve never thought that this would feel so good, and he truly hasn’t started. 
He could tell you were close by the sounds you made and the squirming you kept up at. “I’m…gonna…oh fuck…please V…please…please…” You beg, arching slightly as your limbs tense. Venom could taste you the moment you came all over his tongue, and while he was trying to be gentle…he wasn’t very patient, and he needed to show you… and Eddie that this can be an amazing experience. 
He was spreading your legs wider, his tongue slipping back out, dripping with a mix of himself and you, landing on your abdomen. You didn’t see what it looked like, but you could feel it pressing against you the second he slowly started to slide inside of you. It was fucking huge. Thick and strong, stretching at you immediately. “Oh god…” You whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as he slowly pressed forward.
“Wait! Wait! Fu…s-slower,” You beg, your eyes already welling with tears as you looked over his hulking frame. He seemed to heed your need for reprieve, and just a bit slower, pushed his way inside of you, feeling himself being swallowed inch by inch. 
RELAX. 
Venom coos, voice dripping with fascination. 
You tried to do just that, relaxing your muscles much as you could. It only eased the slight discomfort. You were letting out a strangled moan the moment he finally stopped, and you’ve never felt so full. He’s licking at your breasts again, adding much needed stimulation. As he started to pull back and then forward, while it hurt, it was slowly starting to turn from pain to pleasure. 
Venom is very attentive in this moment, watching your body for any signs of discomfort or too much pain. He starts to shift a bit, angling himself deeper, and just a bit faster. His tongue is seeping from head to toe, from your mouth to your clit, and he’s being sure to lick upon every inch of your skin to exist. “Ah…ah…ah oh god. Feels so fucking…ah…V…V! Fuck…fuck..fuck…” You ramble, your body starting to bounce with each hard thrust he was giving you. 
It’s a painful, pleasuring feeling, and tears started to spill over your eyes the rougher he got. 
You couldn’t move, forced to take every deep stroke, his thick cock driving in and out of you at an impeccable pace, and you’re delirious. If possible, he’d be at the back of your throat. Nothing, and as much as you didn’t want to compare it to Eddie…nothing felt as good as this. You were getting stuffed in all sense of the word, uncontrollably gushing with every stroke. What made Venom the ultimate partner was that he could give you whatever you wanted. A little less. A little more. Or just right. It felt the same as one does, just conformed to his liking. Enough to make you feel it, but not put you through excruciating pain. 
STILL THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME, TINY THING? HMMM?
He rumbles, leering closer to your face. 
You couldn’t say yes or no.
You could only respond with a long, drawn out shuddering groan as your body quivered. 
Your orgasm was being ripped away from your soul as you clenched around the sticky, twisting organ, hurting with every pulse but yet, your pussy being violently caressed as he still moved within you. 
It was no wonder Eddie liked this so much. To feel you cumming all over him. 
It was wonderful. 
Your legs were suddenly lifting up in the air, and then being bent at the knees, angling the tight passage of your pussy that allowed him deeper. You’re almost choking on your breath as he hums appreciatively. Venom could care less about stopping, your cheeks being spread, opening you up even further. Your legs were being held tightly, and a strangled gasp leaves you, your eyes rolling. 
“Ugh…uh…mmm…V-V…” Your words were airy and breathless, heightening in pitch as he stretched you to the hilt. 
YOU CAN TAKE ME. NOT SUCH A FRAGILE THING…
Venom is very fascinated at the moment, enjoying himself to the end, unaware that a human could be so…manipulated like this. He wanted to see what else he could do to you. A thought that had Eddie nervously turned on. Again, his human counterpart is warning him to be careful. 
SHE WILL BE FINE EDDIE…
You’re barely hearing him, seeing through a blurry gaze his wide grin. 
You didn’t know what was transpiring, only being enveloped by the large mass fucking into you. 
Your moans were a mixture of pleasure-filled cries and whimpers, a trembling frame, and harsh gasps. “Ugh…ah…ah…ah…f-f-fu-so g-go-good-V…Ven…om…it h-hu-hurts…but feels so…gooood,” You’re surprised you could even speak, drenched and swimming in your own orgasm. The way he moved inside of you was and should be illegal. 
His tongue was slipping inside of your mouth again, tasting every bit of you, the long appendage sliding against the insides of your cheeks. 
TASTES GOOD.
Venom decides to give you a well-deserved reprieve, pulling out of you with such ease you almost didn’t feel it. 
YOUR TURN.
He growls in anticipation. 
With your mouth still parted, you’re feeling the sticky tip against your lips. He was so big compared to you, and the fact you took him still made him ravenous. 
You’re gagging immediately, tilting your head a bit to breathe. You could taste yourself all over him. He knows you can’t take it even halfway, so he thrusts what he can into your mouth, growling above you as you did your best to suck him clean. 
SUCH A GOOD PET…
The gurgling sound that leaves you makes him twitch, and you’re forcing your head up to take more of him, even if it choked you. 
You wanted to experience the full thing. You wanted to experience Venom. 
Venom is thrusting deeper into your mouth, your eyes spilling over every time. You took as much as you could, slurping up your spit in the process and running your tongue on any inch of him. 
SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL. DOESN’T SHE EDDIE? SHE TAKES ME SO WELL. 
Eddie is silent to him, just as turned on in the very moment.
Venom is pulling out of your mouth, a soft pop leaving you as he let you breathe. 
He’s caressing your naked body with a soft hand, easing up on you. You couldn’t move, unprepared for the way he was flipping you over, your wrists free, legs at his mercy. 
He’s spreading your legs again, and you’re shrieking out in the room as he glides back on in, a rather soft pounding, for him at least, constantly beating against you. “Ah fuck!” Your hands were already fisting into the sheets, face pressed into one of the pillows, Venom’s large hand weighing down on your backside. 
Keeping you there. 
“Venom…venom…venom…ven…” Every word was being pleaded with every smack against your skin. He loved hearing you call for him. Like you should.
“Ahuh…yeah…yeah…ye…yes…yes…oh shit, oh! Shhit! Fucking me…fucking me so……goo-good….ah! I’m gonna cum V! I’m gonna-fu-…shit! Ah! Yes! Yes! AH!” You were screaming now, clawing at the sheets, your hips being angled upward which had you gasping for breath and screaming even more.
GIVE IT TO ME LITTLE ONE. 
Venom purrs above you, curling against you as your skin jiggled and glistened with sweat. 
“I! I don’t…fuuuuuuck!” Your crying moan was breaking into a pleasured sob, pussy convulsing around him. You were going completely relaxed underneath him, letting him continue to fuck you till all you could hear was ringing in your ears. 
“Ugh…can’t…can’t…ple-,” You pant, feeling his tongue slither along your dripping pussy. You’re jerking, whining as he slowly added it to his thick cock. “V! Too-ugh, god…shit…shiiit. I can’t! I can’t!” You whine, screaming out in a shaky voice. 
YOU WILL LITTLE ONE. I WANT MORE. LAST ONE.
Your eyes are snapping open when he’s using enough force to push you up the bed, and you place a hand behind you, an instinct, only to feel nothing solid, the black mass of your lover enveloping your hand as if caressing it. You’re gasping in surprise when his tongue is slithering out you and higher, swirling around the taunt of your asshole. 
You were whimpering again, knowing how that was going to feel, and without sudden notice, he was slowly tasting the very depth of you, using his tongue to fuck your ass, listening to your sobs turn into wails. “Oh god…oh god…oh god….ah! Oh my god! Don’t stop, please…ah! I’m gonna come again…so h-hard. Venom!”
Venom was letting out the most evil, sadistic voice you’ve ever heard. Constantly growling the word mine over and over. It felt like stars rushing behind your eyes, and you were quivering over his cock as you felt your release. You were collapsing with what little space you had. Venom is withdrawing from you completely, shrinking slightly in size so he could lay over you. 
MMMM. GOOD LITTLE THING…
Your hair is being caressed, your soft cries barely audible.
Venom is turning you over, pressing his face against yours. He’s solid enough now for you, letting you reach for him. He lets you cling to him, your soft sobbing being soothed by his deep cooing. 
You lay against him, still slightly trembling, but it’s enough to make Venom feel that you’re alright. He doesn’t deal with the emotional, but he’s letting you settle, pressing soft licks against your face. 
He feels that you need him right now, and he settles his large frame beside you, a purring type noise leaving him. 
SHHH. 
V…? She okay? 
Venom doesn’t answer, still assessing that for himself. 
LITTLE ONE?
There is no response from you, and it worries both your lovers, and Eddie is close to forcing Venom back, needing to check on you. 
V? Let me out. Right now. 
Venom doesn’t comply, peering down at you to see you’ve fallen asleep.
Venom doesn’t know if this is good or bad, but you’re still wrapped around him. SHE IS SLEEPING EDDIE. I WILL HOLD HER TONIGHT.  
There is no room for discussion, and Eddie succumbs to Venom’s intent. It was strange, hearing you obviously emotional after the ordeal, but seemingly satisfied, yet your body had obviously been used to a point you’ve never experience.
He’s cradling you against him, holding your naked, spent body close. If he could envelop you the way he does Eddie, he would. 
His tiny human.
His good girl. 
UNTIL NEXT TIME…
He rumbles, placing a hand alongside your back. 
AN: What do we think???? I was half sleep writing this. Like literally zoned out! Didn’t have a tag list for this one but hoped I got a few!
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