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boredbxtchz · 1 year

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A Trip to America (Juicy x Reader)

You were attempting to prank your boyfriend Gaege, but the prank went wrong. Was it in a good way or a bad way though?

Warning! This fic contains: swearing, smut, lil bit of fluff sprinkled in, use of female pronouns, slapping (in a kinky way tho-), oral (F receiving), p in v. (I apologize if I forgot anything!)

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"I'm working on it sweetheart." He told you. You were sitting in a discord call with your boyfriend Gaege, trying, but seemingly failing, to get him to come visit you.

He looked to his left briefly, before refocusing on you. "Listen, I have to go. But, I know you're gonna be lonely without me, so I told my friend you would be coming over in about... 10 minutes from now?" "You asshole." "Love you!" He quickly hung up. You sighed heavily and grabbed your car keys, getting in your car and driving to god knows who's house.

Once you arrived, you parked across the street. You walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. The door opened and a tall bulky man appeared in the door way. "Hi there! I'm the company ordered for you courtesy of a jackass named Gaege." He let out a deep laugh. "Come on in then. Make yourself at home. I'm Grant by the way." "Nice to meet you Grant." You smiled at him. When you walked in the house, you realized that there were more people than Gaege mentioned earlier. "This mother fucker." Everyone turned to look at you. "Gaege dragged me out here for nothing!" "I wouldn't say for nothing..." he spoke from behind you. You froze. You slowly turned to face him. "No fucking way." Your jaw was practically on the floor at this point with how shocked you were.

"Gaege!" You shouted happily. You ran to him and he engulfed you in a hug while everyone smiled at you both. "I can't believe this right now!" At this point you had started crying. He proceeded to wipe your tears away. "I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long, but I'm here." He whispered to you. "Wow. I didn't know that Juicy could act like a normal human being." Mully broke the silence. You chuckled.

Everyone drove to Eddie's house to have a sleepover, while you drove yourself and Gaege back to your house. "Home sweet home." You sighed, placing your keys on the table in the foyer. "Hopefully you can move in with me soon." He mentioned. "I'm trying babe." You told him.

The both of you went up the stairs and to your bedroom, searching the dresser for your pajamas after throwing Gaege some sweatpants. "I'm going to shower quickly." He kissed your forehead and locked himself in the bathroom. In the meantime, you had the brilliant idea to prank him. So you grabbed your phone and opened your texts with Eddie.

Y- Hey Ed? I've got a question.

E- What's up?

Y- Do you have viagra?

E- The hell you need viagra for??

Y- Pranking Gaege

E-Yea I've got some. What's the plan.

Y- Let's put a shit ton in his coffee before we get there tmrw morning.

E- I gotchu dawg.

You snickered to yourself. "What's so funny, huh?" Gaege hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "Nothing baby. Let's get some rest. Eddie's birthday is tomorrow after all." He nodded and you both went to bed.

In the morning, you drove to Eddie's with Gaege and found Eddie trying to force feed Mully a banana. You ignored their mindless bickering and went up to Eddie. "So where's his coffee?" He smirked and Mully started laughing. "It's the blue mug. Mully found out by the way, he was reading my texts over my shoulder." "You better keep quiet Mully." He sealed his lips like a zipper. You grabbed the blue mug and your mug, walking over to Gaege. "Here's your coffee baby." He smiled and thanked you, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead. "You guys are dating??" Josh asked. "Yup. Did you hear that Mully!? You're the only single pringle here, wife beater." You shouted to him jokingly. Everyone started laughing.

You all went to Eddie's parents' house for his birthday. And you could tell the viagra was effecting him. Gaege leaned into your side. "You good there big man??" You tried your best not to laugh. He leaned closer and whispered to you. "Need you so bad right now sweetheart, you don't even know." "You have to wait baby. We have to go to Eddie's birthday party." You whispered back. He nodded, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

Eddie's party was over, and after a lot of cleaning up, you all were headed back to Eddie's house. You and Gaege were put in separate cars, much to his dismay. You laughed to yourself the whole way back about the prank, but you made a fatal mistake. You put Mully in the same car as Gaege. And Grant was driving.

Everyone made it out of the car an into the house, before you received a sympathetic on the shoulder from Narrator. "Sorry ahead of time. It's Mully's fault by the way." You turned to Mully. "What did you do."

You were pulled into Gaege's chest from behind. "You made a mistake baby girl." He whispered in a low and stern tone. "Fuck you, Mully." You stated. "Eddie, sorry to leave early, but I'm not feeling well and she's my ride." Eddie nodded. "Just go dude. Take it easy on her." He disregarded Eddie's words and guided you to the car. "keys." He held his hand out to you. You gave him the keys and you started your drive home. "Your so fucked when we get home, princess." He said, not even sparing you a glance.

When you got home, he practically ripped the door off its hinges. "Go upstairs and wait for me. You better be on the bed too." He ordered. You slowly dragged yourself up the stairs. "Now. Baby." He scolded. You were now skipping a few steps on your way up, stopping to peak over the railing at your now pacing boyfriend. But he saw you. "Don't make me tell you again, sweetheart. Last chance." He said coldly. You nodded quickly and ran the rest of the way to your room, closing yourself inside. You let out the breath you hadn't known you'd been holding and got on the bed.

A few minutes later, Gaege entered the room, tossing his shirt somewhere in the room. You swallowed harshly. He made his way to the bed and climbed above you, attacking your neck with open mouth kisses, dark purple bruises appearing with each kiss. "Fucked me up good baby, I'll give you that." He told you between each hickey he gave you. He ceased his attacks on your neck to look you in the eyes. "But your really gonna regret it." He smirked. He leaned back and sat up on his knees, lifting your bare leg over onto his shoulder. He kissed the side of your knee. " you look so damn beautiful in this skirt." He kissed down your leg slowly until he reached the middle of your thigh. "And now, I'm thinking you did it on purpose to tease me." And he was right. Gaege is someone where if he wants to be patient, he can be patient. You were testing the waters, seeing what it takes for him to lose his patience. He brought your other leg to his free shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. He began kissing up your leg as he did the other. "You've been bad today, baby girl. Now its time for your punishment." He said smoothly.

His hand found it's way under your skirt and he swiped the pad of his finger up your clothed core, stopping at the top and thumbing your clit. "Oh shit!" you moaned, and he ceased his movement completely. You whined. "Keep your voice down sweetheart. As much as I want the whole neighborhood to hear you scream my name, this is a punishment. So keep your voice down, or I'll stop. Understood?" You nodded sheepishly. He slapped the inside of your thigh. "Words, sweetheart." "Yes sir." You spoke quickly. He kissed the place he had slapped previously, slightly soothing the pain. "Good girl." You squirmed a bit and it certainly didn't go unnoticed. "Does my sweet girl like it when I praise her, hm?" He teased. He began lightly rubbing your thigh, using his free hand to remove your panties. "You won't be needing those." He slipped a finger into you without warning. You were quick to cover your mouth, muffling a small moan. He chuckled at your reaction. "So sensitive." He pumped his finger in and out, adding another. You bit your lip hard, suppressing the sounds threatening to spill out. You whined at the loss of contact, but he glared at you. "Don't forget what I told you baby." He harshly reminded.

He dipped his head under your skirt, pushing your shaking legs against his head. "Hold still sweetheart. Or I'll leave you like this." You held yourself as still as you could as he slowly licked a stripe up your folds. Your back arched off the bed and you covered your mouth. He chuckled against you, nearly pushing you to the edge. He harshly sucked your clit, inserting two fingers to compliment. "Please..." You pleaded quietly. "Scream for me baby." Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair, back arched, and making the prettiest noises he'd ever heard. You felt the familiar coil in your chest tighten, and you were quick to voice it. "Baby please... I'm so close..." This cause him to halt his assault quickly. You groaned out of frustration.

He removed the rest of your clothes, stopping to admire your body. "god your so beautiful." He whispered. You smiled. He removed his ever so tight jeans and boxers, letting his erection spring free. And your jaw hit the floor. He. Was. HUGE.

"Uhm, babe... I'm not sure it'll..." you trailed off, but he wasn't having it. "My good girl is going to take every last inch. Isn't that right?" He said. "Yes sir." He spat in his hand and stroked his cock a few times, lining himself up with your hole. He glanced up at you, "Are you ready? Tell me to stop and I will." You shook your head, "Keep going. I want this." He didn't hesitate to bottom out after hearing that. You winced slightly at the pain.

After a bit of waiting the pain died down and you moved your hips against his to get some friction. He leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss and slowly started thrusting into you. You began squirming for even more friction and he took that as a sign to speed up his thrusts. The room was filled with loud moans of his name like it was the only word you knew and his occasional grunts. "Damn baby. your so fucking tight. It's sucking me in. Fuck your so sexy." He said breathily. You were nearing your release rapidly and the feeling wad starting to overtake you. "Baby, I'm so close, keep going, please!" You pleaded. He brought his hand down to circle your clit, sending you over the edge. But he wasn't done. He didn't even let you ride out your high before he started thrusting into you at high speeds once more. You cried out. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more." He bit his lip, nearing his end fast. "Shit!" He grunted, burying himself deep inside you and releasing his seed. "Shit. I forgot to pull out." He winced from the sensitivity while pulling out. "It's okay, I'm on the pill."

He flopped down next to you and smiled. He turned to face you, pulling the covers over the two of you. "I love you so much." He whispered to you before turning the lights off.

"I love you too."

#Juicy x reader #Juicy smut #gaege gibson #I want him to dominate me #Gaege smut

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lavend3r-stardust · 2 months

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Shy, whiny, subby boys who look at you like you're the world to them, rutting their hips into your palm as you jerk them off and watch them twitch while you praise them for how good they feel cumming on your hand like a good boy

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heybiji · 3 months

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dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #dnd art #dandelion treehollow #warlock #drow #all he does is talk... and talk... and talk #they did not actually burn the wizard's tongue it's cool #instead dande used his disguise magic to look like a sexy vampire and promised the vampire larper wizard the dark gift if he behaved #love when dande gets to put on a show because he says wild shit like i hate when people beg for their lives it makes me want to act out #dande had a wild episode #start of the episode: gets to pretend to be a sexy domineering vampire #end of episode: screaming and sobbing in pain after the curse-bomb in his head went off because he broke one of the curse-rules #where he can't sneak away from the party because the last time he did that be betrayed them big time #it's complicated... and delicious #also right before that the paladin was telling him he needs to find god LOL because he's worried about dande's soul #and dande blew him off saying he has plenty of time he's not gonna die (again)#only to then be convinced he's being killed by the curse in his head......#embarrassing.................

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bombuni · 9 months

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live in love and die (18+)

Summary: You’re starting to believe your husband isn’t really your husband anymore. Still, you let him take what he wants from you. (wc: 2.5k)

CW: There is an uncomfy undertone throughout the story (Miguel is from a different universe and reader can tell) so beware of that. Enjoy :) MINORS DONT INTERACT TY!!

He is exactly like your husband. No, he is your husband.

But you still can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes when you part to catch your breath. Like you’ll look up, see a different man’s face and find that he’s been wearing your husband's skin this entire time. For some reason, he’s rougher today. Breath heavy and bringing you in like he’s never been tempted by anything as much as you.

You still feel like you’ll drown in his hands, in the way he glides his fingers ever so gently over your sides. He’s treasuring you. Letting his body do as it pleases, and it wishes to control and seize every part of you. Usually, his body wants to memorize you. He wants to take what he wants from you, but with a smile and a blush on his face. Now, he does it hungrily.

This is fine, right?

Gabriella is still at school. You don’t remember what excuse Miguel had made up to stay home with you today. By the way he had followed you into every room, watched you out of the corner of his eye, you knew he had a reason for staying home. You usually didn’t mind spending time with him, but now you couldn’t get away from him. He seemed to watch you like an animal in a zoo.

You pulled him into you as he kissed your neck. Miguel had never been a patient man, but he kissed you so fervently it felt like he was trying to eat you whole. You swear it's like a vampire trying to find your sweet spot.

Hesitantly, you lift him by his hair so you can search his eyes, “What’s with you today, Miggy?”

He’s reluctant to pull away and to answer, “Been a while.”

It’s funny, you think, how hard it is to get honest words out of Miguel. At least, whenever the subject is him. Whenever you ask about work and why he comes home late, he waves you off. If you were to ask what his hobbies are, another wave of his hand paired with no answer.

But you had had sex only a couple of days ago.

You don’t push it. You think you know your husband and he’s always been like this. Sweet, but silent.

Once he sees you’re satisfied with the answer he’s back to caressing you, gentler this time, like a wolf trying to sweetly coax a lamb away from its mother.

The part of you that’s still pointing out the differences in the way his lips feel is slowly but surely dying out. His weight on top of you as he pushes you back into the bed is too familiar and too tempting not to give in to. His touch always leaves you lightheaded and floating. You hold on to him so you don’t float away.

He’s pushy and already rock hard, you can feel it by the way he incessantly grinds down onto you, as he pulls your panties down. He kneads your thighs and stares at your pussy with a look you haven’t quite seen on him before. Maybe once, when you first had sex. He’d regarded you with such tenderness and desire that it made your skin too hot to be in.

His gaze turns to you again, licking his lips like he’s a dying man and he’s just found his first meal in a while. It’s too intense, too much, too quickly. His eyes pin you to your place and as much as you want to look away, you really can’t. Unconsciously, you’ve closed your legs. Why you’re hiding from him now, you don’t know.

“Abre,” He mumbles the word out coldly, like he’s really only here for one thing and you’re making him work for it.

You hesitate for a second, still frozen by his stare. He gently pries your legs open, pressing kisses along your calf when he brings your leg up to rest on his shoulder.

You feel vulnerable. Every now and again you are gently reminded of how big Miguel is, and now is one of those times. He’s engulfing you so that you can’t leave, taking all the breath in the room, and grabbing you by the waist to pull and maneuver you in whichever way he pleases.

He whispers into the skin of your leg as his kisses move closer to your middle, “So pretty, mami.”

It’s like he keeps having to reign himself in. Like he has to remember who he is.

Still, you sigh contently to yourself. No, that’s Miguel. Your Miguel.

But that seems to be the end of it. As soon as his thumb makes contact with your already throbbing clit he’s back to being greedy and aching. Hissing when he swipes over your already dripping slit, he’s quick to get his fingers covered in you. It’s like a fun game to him, the way his eyes light up at the sounds you make.

He pulls his fingers out and into your line of vision, “Look how wet you are.”

He says it in a matter-of-fact tone. For some reason, he can’t believe that you’re this wet for him. You blush at the focused look on his face as he watches the silver strand of your slick move between his fingers. Before you can say anything, he takes his fingers into his mouth. He licks his pointer and middle finger slowly and deliberately, wanting to clean them off as much as possible. Taste you as much as possible. It’s a pretty display. You find yourself, again, unable to look away.

There’s a string of saliva from his plump lips and his fingers as he brings them down to your entrance. Slowly, he enters them. Watching carefully how your hole is so eager to take him, any part of him. Watching your lips part and your brows furrow as you try to make room for him.

His fingers pump in and out of you, reaching as far as they can. Miguel still has a dazed look on his face, admiring the sight of your pretty pussy. It’s always a struggle with him being so big, but so eager.

As impatient as he was, he’d always wait for you. He wasn’t waiting this time.

Before you know it he’s pulled his underwear down and has his cock out, standing hard against his happy trail.

Weird. You remember he shaved.

He hitches his cock on your hole before you grab his arm, still dizzy from his touch, “W-wait, it’s not gon-“

He’s never shushed you before, but it’s not unwelcome. His lips on yours take your mind off of it, because this is Miguel. As sarcastic as he could be, your Miguel would never hurt you. You believe this with your entire heart and soul, so you let him in despite not prepping as much as you usually do.

“Just need to fuck you, okay?” He whispers against you.

You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, no matter how many times he fucks you. The burning feeling as he enters you is ingrained into you, so you hold steady against him and try to relax into him. You always do with Miguel.

He keeps sliding in until he bottoms out, letting out a guttural groan when he feels all of you. Again, like a dying man. He sits there for a second, both of you reveling in the feeling of being filled and squeezed down on.

And again, he’s unable to resist his own urge as he hurriedly thrusts into you. You’re his wife and you’ve been in this position countless times, but he’s looking down at you and you can’t really recognize the look on his face. He’s concentrated, like he always is, but there’s a dangerous look in his eye. The energy in the room shifts into Miguel’s control, instead of just two lovers. You realize he’s been in control this entire time.

He fucks you devastatingly, pulling out all the way before slamming into you at a fast pace. Miguel usually eases into it, but you figure he’s just stressed from work. That’s why you encourage him by pulling him down into you, close enough until you think he’s breathing for the both of you.

He doesn’t know whether to drag this out as long as he can or to chase his own high.

He groans into your neck, “Like it when I fuck you like this?” Emphasizing his words with a hard shove of his cock as he finishes his sentence.

He’s definitely worked up.

“Yes. Yes, Miguel.”

Your breathless and light words spur him on as he keeps thrusting in you, gripping your hips so hard you’re sure you’ll bruise. It reminds you of just how much he’s holding back. How if he wanted to, he could simply pick you up and fuck you in the air.

He has half the mind to do just that.

He’s still being greedy in how he fucks you, solely focused on the way your pussy tightens up every time he whispers dirty nothings into your ear. He’s sweaty and you’re entirely sore at this point, but neither of you really care, too lost in each other to really pay attention to anything else.

The feeling of him taking control and losing himself in you as if he hasn’t had any semblance of you in years has you closer to the edge than you thought. Your spine tingles with a hot, electric buzz and your legs tense with every single thrust. You’re acutely aware of everywhere you feel Miguel. His hot breath fanning over your neck, his hands digging deliciously into your hips, and his big cock shamelessly drilling into you.

He raises his head, brown locks falling into his face, “You gonna cum?” He whispers hoarsely, the words only ever spoken for you.

You nod into the pillow, too far gone to think about an actual answer. That should be enough, you think, he has you so fucked out that you can’t even come up with a sentence.

He tsks as he suddenly stops all movement. The loss of friction makes a pathetic squeak crawl out of the deepest parts of you. The fire that he started within you is dull again, but aching to spark. You look up at him, expecting some sort of hang up.

“You gonna answer me properly?” His hips still, deep in you.

Ah.

The question makes you pause your imploring whines. It hits you deep, and your mouth moves before you can even stop it, “Wanna cum so bad, Miguel,”

He tugs you down by your hips, impossibly close. He has a sardonic smile plastered on his face, smug like he knows that you can't stop yourself from bending to his every whim. He slides his cock out teasingly slow and pauses when just the tip remains. Just when you think he’s going to start up that heat again, he leans up and away from you.

Miguel has never been so sadistic. He always gave in to you, never one to tease or taunt you because he just couldn’t resist watching you writhe under him.

He’s looking down at you with that look again. The look you can’t quite place. There’s a wanting in his eye, and his smile is faltering. He studies you for a second and you think he’s going to tell you what’s wrong.

“Ruégame.” His tone is final and demanding. You don’t hear it often other than when he’s scolding Gabriella.

His hold tightens on you, like he’s afraid that single word he uttered will make you run. But he’s not nervous. He’s sweaty from the excursion and steel faced, waiting patiently for you to speak. As if his cock isn’t twitching inside you, just as ready to fuck you as you are to take it. His demand makes you blush from embarrassment, but you both know you can’t help but do as he says.

You slur out through the heat that’s taken you over, “Please, let me cum, Miguel. Need to feel you,”

You’re absolutely sure there’s bruises on your hips already forming as he grips you even tighter, “Not good enough.”

You shake your head fervently as a small tantrum comes over you, “I’ve been good, Miguel, please,”

He smirks, almost patronizingly, down at you as he splits you open on his cock, moving his hips forward slowly but surely. He’s enjoying the way you’re broken down to your bare bones and begging for him like it’s instinct. He likes this game he’s made where he makes it his mission to make you just as desperate as he is.

“Yeah, you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?”

You nod, embarrassed and ashamed at how fast your head moves to answer his question.

“My baby needs her brains fucked out, doesn’t she? Looks so pretty when she does.”

You let out an involuntary whine at his words. They fill you up and take you over until all you can really register is how good he fucks you, how big he feels, and how he’s not letting you go at all.

He’s back to that fast pace he’s now accustomed you to. He fills you up like he was meant to, like this was your entire purpose in life. To lay here and take Miguel and let him use you like he wants. Yeah, that might be right. You don’t really remember anything else.

Before you know it there’s pleasure traveling up and all over you. The tingle runs up your spine before spreading out into every limb of yours, too numb to even hold onto Miguel. You try to warn him when you’re close, but his cock shuts you up.

He groans out when he feels you squeeze down tighter and tighter until you let out a yelp, a sudden ball of sparks and fire erupting in you and having no place to go but on Miguel’s cock. He fucks you through it, whispering in your ear about how ‘Te vez tan hermosa así, mami.’ He keeps thrusting until he finally cums in you, bottoming out and moaning divinely into your ear as you take every drop he has to offer.

He thrusts one last time, shoving any of him that managed to leak out back into you. It’s a silent claim that you don’t bother arguing against.

Your husband loves you. He loves you enough to stave off his sleepiness after sex. He always gets up and walks to grab a rag to wipe you down. He always kisses you where he reaches, apologizing silently for being too rough with his puppy-dog stare he gives only you. He always checks on Gabriella one last time before kissing you goodnight.

Miguel nods wordlessly when you ask him to bring you a rag. He returns with a yawn and usually you’d apologize for keeping him awake. Tonight, you’re too nervous to say anything. He wipes you down, but he does it in an unfamiliar and disconnected way. He doesn’t know-or remember-how to care for you.

You pretend to sleep when he settles back into bed, hesitant lips touching your temple.

You don’t say goodnight.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #can i say i am a PETER B PARKER STAN!#i want miguel to die but i also want him to dominate me so #pls lmk of any formatting issues! first time using read more

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420jimmyuso · 6 months

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i Know he's huge and he knows it too jesus fucking christ . saw these and my neighbor knocked on my door and asked if i had bought a dog

#wwe #damian priest #pretty men world domination #he’s so pretty #he’s so fine #dude i need him #BADLY #damian priest one chance PLEASE #i want him #he did this for me #he knows he’s pretty #big dick men world domination #the things i would let him do to me #sorry #hes so pretty #i can’t stress it enough #he’s actually so beautiful

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nerdy-talks · 10 months

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Mammon's newest Devilgram 'Legendary Power Couple' is *chef's kiss* ✨ perfection ✨

Yes, please teach me the consequences of my actions! Don't hold back! I'm begging you, Mammon! 🥵

Then we continue to tease him... We're just asking to be punished lol

You better know it, Mammon.

Because I do love you. I love you very much 💛

#as a Mammon simp this devilgram made me so happy ;w;#real talk : i would tease him until he couldn't control himself and had his way with me #I want Mammon to dominate me so badly #be greedy af with me #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon #obey me mammon avatar of greed #obey me nightbringer mammon #obey me nightbringer mammon avatar of greed #mammon avatar of greed #mammon devilgram

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breadandblankets · 7 days

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evil duke isn't something i think about too often, he is such a kind and just person at his core that its almost hard for me to make him a villian.

one thing i am absolutely sure about evil!duke tho is he is Lawful as hell. just based on the Final Knight and the way Duke talks normally, he would be a prim and proper monologuing villain, lex luthor-core kinda sorta. He works through everything with a kind of grim detachment, all his the passion that makes him a great hero is Gone. he wears gloves to symbolically show off just how much he refuses to get his hands dirty.

for these types of villains there is always a breaking point, where their perfection fades and i genuinely dont think Evil!Duke would ever get pushed there. when backed into a corner the control gets even more ironclad and Thats finally when his powers lash out (if he is threatened in a way that can't just be buried in bureaucracy he starts with his fists)

Evil!Duke isnt a villain you fight one on one, only someone to negotiate down with for the safety of you and everyone around you

#duke thomas #batfam #idk im just thinking about dead eyed fancy office duke planning world domination #i think we should let him tbh #i want him as one of those fancy villains but im putting the breakdown stage up on a shelf cause i can't trust people with that #sidebar but duke as that one tt i saw recently of a good guy with the speech pattern of a villain yeah i htink duke can talk like that #at the drop of a hat #duke is brennan lee mulligan 2 me #he can and will monologue at Any Time #and is Actively choosing Not To #idk if this is anything nor do i really care i just Need to think about duke or im going to Explode #bread talk #load bearing blorbo ya know?

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thecryptidart1st · 15 days

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idk how I went from watching the Shred Force pilot to making my own OC where they’re an immortal star being with a intergalactic world conquering father who adores them, but all i do know is that it haunted me all day yesterday at work

#original characters #character sketches #idk if this is even part of the shred force universe anymore #this started with me making villain ocs for shred force #and then i gave them a brother who was the nice one out of their entire world dominating family #they have a lot of hippie rebelliousness just wandering space not doing their job #the dad is 100% every dorky and overprotective dad trope #down to losing his mind over the fact that his son is not only crushing on somebody #but it happens to be the hero from earth dismantling his empire #he knows he could crush the hero like an insect but he loves his baby boy and wants his baby to be happy #so he tolerates the hero and prays to space jesus for the day his son breaks up with him

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asmo-cosmetics · 6 days

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when i say i ship asrian what i need you to understand is that i mean i want asra to apologize and beg for julian back. possibly in messy tears

#you can't convince me he wasn't the shittiest most manipulative awful boyfriend ever. no one understands me #as always debate and arguments are not welcome on my posts and you will be blocked #but like. listen ok. my headcanon is basically that they were fwb (for a rlly long time)#and julian fell in love with him because of course he did #and asra knew even before he ever admitted it because julian is obvious af #but asra was essentially just using julian and specifically dominating julian as an outlet to feel powerful #so the whole dynamic was basically humiliating for julian because they both knew that he loved asra and they both knew that asra #was using him for sex #but then asra actually did slowly start to fall in love with julian #which julian would obviously never notice because he hates himself #so it was pretty easy to hide. so asra hid it because he hated the thought of being vulnerable in front of julian #and then eventually let julian leave him with his whole dramatic shit of 'asra you deserve better'#and he couldn't say anything because he knew it was his fault #because that was what asra had made him believe #and then finds a way to twist it in his head to basically what he told mc in julian's route #that julian was 'deciding what's best for him'#instead of admitting that he was in love but he couldn't admit it because he thought he was above someone like julian #asrian #the arcana #wank //#<- i don't really see it as wank but i also really do not want asra stans bitching on my posts 🙏

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q-morning-crew · 10 months

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You know, I've been seeing a lot of posts about Wilbur coming back to the qsmp, and I'm conflicted.

Obviously, Wilbur coming back would be great in most aspects. It would be awesome to see him interacting with the lore, the new members and the new dynamics the server created.

The one problem I see with him coming back is, funny enough, also the main reason people want him to return so badly: tallulah.

Tallulah. His daughter. The reason Wilbur logged on more than twice and pretty much the only reason he is still semi present in the lore despite not having logged on for months.

On the surface, it seems like Wilbur returning would be great for tallulah, wouldn't it?

Wilbur has not logged on for months. Tallulah has been alive for over 100 days, and Wilbur has been there for 8 of them.*

Tallulah sees chayanne as her brother. She calls philza papa. She sleeps in the basement she and chayanne decorated every night, her bed next to his. She has her own projects with phil. She hangs out with him (or bad) practically every day.

Philza can recognize all of her mannerisms and quirks, he knows how to properly accommodate her, he can tell whenever her admin plays any character and whenever any other admin plays her.

If Wilbur came back, what would happen to all of that?

Would she return to her room in the tower? Would chayanne have to sleep alone in their Garden of Hope and Music? Would she have to start calling phil "abuelito" again, after getting used to calling him papa?

In addition, Wilbur doesn't know tallulah the way she is now. He doesn't know the island the way it is now.

One thing I've seen other people point out and still haunts me is: if Wilbur had returned for the election dinner, would he have recognised the fake tallulah as fake? It breaks my heart to say this, but... I don't think he would.

The only way I can see his return not completely disrupting tallulah's existing dynamics is if Wilbur moved in with phil and let her keep calling him papa. I doubt that would happen, but fingers crossed

*not counting appearance on other people's streams because I have no way to count that

#it probably won't happen but i can hope #phil has been adamant on not letting other people move in #and wil wouldn't step back and let phil take care of her #hes just not that type of roleplayer #wilbur inserts himself into a situation learns and adapts to it and then find a way to take center stage #im not faulting him for it it's just that he naturally dominates any scene he's in #my main issue is actually something i glossed over in the post #chayanne and tallulah #theyve been living together and sharing a room and being siblings for ages #and the idea of tallulah having to go back to her old room #and chayanne suddenly being alone in his room which now feels so much emptier #i can't handle it #it makes me not want wilbur back #which sucks because i do mostly want him back #wilbur soot #philza #tallulah #chayanne #qsmp #qsmp wilbur #qsmp phil #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne

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nonsenseexistence · 1 month

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My bisexuality looks like them.

I really missed to do silly scratchy sketches just for fun.

#wander #woy #wander over yonder #lord dominator #fanart #sketch #I don't really care that much if you tag this as ship or something I wanted to draw em together and I'm really open minded to all WoY ships #My husband and besides him his executioner #My wife and besides her a little sunshining furball who gets on her mid 20's nerves #Apologizes for my shitty camera #I'm poor #Pls someone teach me how to draw goddamn ice for the sake of Grop #And to take photos too #:(#save woy #save woy 2024

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seventh-fantasy · 7 months

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阁下！不用理由就会相信、没有力量也要保护的人，阁下难道没有吗？ your excellency! someone you would believe regardless of reason and protect despite being powerless - does your excellency not have someone like that?

#being feminine in a world so dominated by masculinity that it's inhospitable to your presence you have to conceal your face #and then you become a mystery. and never become yourself again #hlht #lhl #鹤唳华亭 #莲花楼 #my posts #lwx would be lxy if she was a guy. lxy would be lwx if he was a girl #but either way it's about how being a girl in the world is very hard. THANKS FOR COMING TO THE TED TALK. MIC DROPS #OKAY so this post has been in my drafts since last week #but ana's thoughts from today is so spot on for it!!! about llh being made to wield a sword time and over literally slowly killing him -#as a performance of masculinity by someone who doesn't want to do it but is burdened / forced to do it -#out of overwhelming sentimentality and emotions to fight for / defend people very important to him.#then you have lwx gripping onto the other end of the blade cutting herself and don't care. in order to protect her family. HELLO!!!!!!#they're holding both ends of the sword and it's killing them.#and they'll do it to the bitter end bc there's no turning back no home to return to #HLHT/LHL BRAINROT FOR MARK AND MEEEE and ana too if u r into this ily <3 #credits to mark for planting the lwx/llh comparison in my brain!!!#i can finally release this into the wild!!! 😭😭 it's so important to me. if you even care

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sofishticated3 · 10 months

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Omg the f1 side of instagram and particularly the m*x fans are not passing the vibe check. I mean, of course if he's your favorite driver, you can be happy and express that in the comments but is it necessary to always bring up Lewis or merc domination? Or harass someone as soon as they express their opinion about m*x that does not fit the "golden boy/great white hope" image? I swear some are just proving themselves to be racist and misogynist, which considering the man they stan, well

#one woman says that she finds max to be rude to his engineer #you bet there will be men telling her to go back to the kitchen or that she doesn't know what's she watching #someone saying max is a spoiled child?#of course some will ask “are you sure you don't mean george?” or “lemme guess you're brit and a lewis fan”#like #i think i'm getting too used to tumblr and the ability to curate my own experience where i can filter tags and words #and block people #i take that for granted and will do it no more #want to lose faith in humanity or get mad? head to f1 insta comment section especially on a post with m*x #some still think mercedes domination was worse.#and are particularly bitter about said domination as if lewis had ran over their dog #seems to me like it's another issue at play here 🤐#anti max verstappen #anti verstappen #ofc this isn't an attack to all max fans #as i said if he's your fav you're happy and that's good for you #but some relate to him a bit too much if y'know what i mean #lewis hamilton

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dayurno · 2 months

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jean moreau saddest meanest little puppy dog in the whole world…….. he just wants Friends he just wants something to hold onto!

#he can do whatever he wants forever #its normal. its normal for puppies. its fine #hes going to be okay we're getting him out of the streets you can calm down now #asks #jean #also as an addendum i think its so funny if jean is not a big black dog or whatever but hes actually a little #shaky crusty white dog #sitting in renees purse terrified of the world #do you understand the vision.#when chihuahuas bark loud as fuck to establish dominance #thats jean to me #kevin put him in your purse. hes scared #if youre cold hes cold. pick him up

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nhlmcfilthy · 1 year

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Hold me down and make me be good

Brady Skjei is a spicy Aries and you’re being a brat...

Brady comes home from a bad practice and you can tell immediately. He’s throwing his bag around and mumbling under his breath and he sits down on the couch and just collapses. You’ve been home bored all day and decide to have a little fun. He starts ranting to you about something that happened and you’re snuggled into the corner of the couch, on your phone, half listening cause you know it will drive him crazy. You can hear his inflection go up and get more and more annoyed with your “mhmm’s” and “oh’s.” Frustration settling in, he looks over at you “are you even listening to me?” You smile sweetly with a hint of a smirk and say “of course, baby.” He looks at you with heat in his eyes “don’t do this to me right now, I’m not in the mood.” “Do what?” You smile with mischief in your eyes. “Fuck, you know exactly what you’re doing and I need you to stop.” His eyes are getting wild and you start squirming in your seat, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Brady doesn’t lose it very often, but when he does it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You can’t always find that hair trigger that will make him snap to man on a mission, but it seems you have today. He starts crawling over to you peels his shirt off. He takes the blanket and puts in on the back of the couch, takes your phone and places it on the side table. He takes your hands and pins them to the arm of the couch you’re leaning against, and crawls onto your legs, pinning your hips down. You try to wriggle out from under him, and he just leans into you and you feel more than hear him groan. His shorts are tight and you can see his bulge growing underneath them. Knowing how bothered he is by your behaviour gets you so hot, but you’re not ready to give in just yet. “So we’re going to do this the hard way. Ok. Take your top off” He releases your hands. His voice is thick, deep and gravelly. You drop your arms, stare him down and don’t move. “Make me” you say. He groans so deep he’s almost growling and takes both your wrists in one hand and holds them over your head and tugs your top up and over your head, pulling you forward as he does, then releasing your wrists as he throws it. “Are you going to be this fucking difficult the whole time?” You don’t answer. He’s undoing your bra, throwing it, and cupping your breasts, running a thumb over your nipples. You want to moan, but you stop yourself. You know that your silence also drives him wild. There’s nothing he likes more than you screaming out his name making the neighbours give you glances in the hallways of the condo you share. “I’m going to get up now” he is speaking really slowly with intention and his eyes are burning into yours. “I’m going to let you go so I can take off these shorts and fuck you into next Friday, but when I let you go, Don’t. Fucking. Move” he almosts spits the words at you. Your heart is in your throat and you almost can’t swallow. You’re seriously aching for him at this point and when he gets up to take off the shorts you start unbuttoning your jeans. He stares you down, but his hands are preoccupied by his tight lycra shorts. He’s trying to get them off too quickly and can’t stop you. “I swear to god, if you keep going” he says, but you have your jeans and underwear slid off your ass and are pushing them down to the other end of the couch with your feet. He’s stopped moving, daring you to do more. You slowly start moving your hand back down, dying to release some of the tension you are feeling. He furrows his brow. He’s breathing heavily, both exasperated and extremely turned on. He finally gets his legs out of his shorts, cock free, and it is red and leaking. You think about how hot and horny you’ve got him and you slide your fingers into your folds. You’re soaking wet at this point and he lunges for you. “No, none of that. You don’t deserve that the way you’ve been acting.” You pout and he leans into you like he’s going to bite your lip, but he just presses is face into yours and says “lie back” and pushes you down, not giving you a chance to disobey. He pins you again and straddles you. He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand up to his face. “Why do you not just listen to me. Fucking insubordination.” You giggle at the word and this makes him tighten his grip around your wrist. He brings your wet fingers to his mouth and starts sucking on them. “mmmm God, you drive me fucking crazy baby” he’s climbing on to of you, leaning over. His other hand is on your shoulder pinning you back. You spread your legs out for him and he looks down at the movement. “Shit baby, you’re so fucking ready for me, do you want to get fucked?” You bite your lip and whimper. “I need you to use your words please” you close your eyes and moan. “That’s still not good enough” he releases your arm and leans in, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face to his “I need you to say yes or no.” You look at him and swallow hard “yes” you whisper and he quickly leans back and pulls your legs up over his shoulders. “God baby you’re so wet, I don’t even need to get you ready for my cock” he says, lining up to your entrance. “I’m not going to be gentle, but I know you can take it” he takes his hand around his cock and pushes in, and then he’s thrusting into you, hard. You half moan half scream at his rough entrance and you can tell he likes it. He’s squeezing your ankles, his arms wrapped around your legs, holding you against him. “Scream all you want baby you did this to yourself You could have had this nice and easy, but no, you had to be a fucking menace and now you’re getting what you deserve” you are breathing heavily and moaning a little with each thrust, but not letting yourself go yet. He leans down you bend your knees over his shoulders. He hits a new, deeper angle and you can see him lose it for a second, he shudders a bit and closes his eyes. You whine and he opens them again. “You gonna be loud for me darling?” You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. He takes one hand and drags it down your inner thigh and starts teasing at your clit with two of his fingers. You let out a long whine, but you know that’s not what he wants. “Ain’t gonna cut it darling” he takes his hand and grabs your chin again. “if you’re not going to be loud for me, you might as well make your mouth useful” he says, sticking his fingers in your mouth. You taste yourself on him and he keeps fucking you into the arm of the couch. “You were so naughty now I’m filling all of your holes” you moan around your fingers, sucking hard. His voices catches and you know you have him again. This power struggle will keep going until one of you breaks. You know each other's buttons and you both love pushing them. You moan again and you tighten yourself around his dick. “Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good like this” he says, his voice breaking, and you consider that a win. You match his rhythm pressing down into the couch and he grabs your hips and starts losing it “god baby, you’re so good you drive me crazy and I fucking love you, you’re so hot like this” he just strings together praises as his rhythm gets jerky and he’s coming into you in deep thrusts and long groans. You start to ramp up when you feel him getting close, finally shouting ”yeah, fuck me Brady, just like that baby” and fuck him through his orgasm. His head drops as he climaxes and you stroke his hair as he comes down. When he finally looks up and you he asks “what do you want” and you reply “finish me with your mouth” and he smiles a thousand watt smile and slowly pulls out of you and moves down the couch. He presses his tongue against you and then slowly starts flicking around your folds until he finds the spot that makes your hips buck up. You swear loudly and he moans into your pussy, the vibrations making you even more wild. “Fuck Brady, that’s so fucking good. Yes, right fucking there” your voice starting to get louder and go up higher and higher until you’re just screaming a litany of curse words mixed with his name and digging your nails into his scalp and pulling his hair as he brings you to your climax. You hold his head there as you come down, but he looks up at you with his big brown eyes and lightly kisses your inner thighs. Finally, you release him and he climbs up on top of you and kisses you hard. He’s holding himself on top of you so that you feel his weight, but it’s not crushing you, and he feels like the perfect weighted blanket covering your whole body. “You good baby” he asks. “Mmm, so good” you moan and tangle your hands in the hairs on the nape of his neck. Eventually he turns to one side, putting his back up against the couch, and you turn on your side to face him, your legs tangle at the other end of the couch. “You know how much I love you, right?” he says as he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch where he lay it earlier, covering you both . “Yes baby” you say and cup the side of his face. “you fucking drive me crazy, but I think I really needed that today. I feel fucking great now” and you laugh, kissing his nose. “I always know what you need” you say, and he smiles and closes his eyes. “Next time maybe we’ll have romantic, non competitive sex” he says and you laugh, throwing your head back a bit. “Sounds boring” you say and lean in for a real kiss.

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