#WHY IS EVERYONE ON THIS SHOW SO FUCKABLE!?

[gildedmuse]

If the Marines are really desperate for recruits just put up a poster of Garp and Bogard. You will get SO MANY APPLICATIONS

#sexy garp #as he is known in this house #Bogard must be from the west #look at that fashion #one piece #monkey d garp #he's too sexy for a marine damnit! #bogard one piece #he has no right to look this good #WHY IS EVERYONE ON THIS SHOW SO FUCKABLE!? #one piece live action

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Show Goes On

Summary: The Hotel rebuilds and moves on from the fight.

Mouse Note: Thank you for reading Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1)! I hope you all enjoyed because I loved writing this. I'm so excited for Hazbin Hotel to return because I have a lot of ideas for this series, and I'm excited to continue. But for now, thank you for everything! If you like my writing, please check out my other Father Figure series!

           “Noooo!” screamed Lute as Adam fell. She ran to Adam’s side, and (Y/N) backed off, narrowing their eyes in case she tried anything. “Sir! Stay with me, sir! Adam!” He was gone.

           “It’s over,” said Charlie, holding Vaggie to her side protectively.

           Lucifer loomed over Lute, and her eyes widened in fright. “Take your little friends and go home! Please.”

           Lute narrowed her eyes and picked up Adam’s halo. Furious at having no other choice, she glared at the demons before calling out to the exorcists. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back.”

           The angels rose into the air, fleeing back through the portal to heaven.

           Lucifer, pleased, turned to the hotel group. “So…who’s up for pancakes?”

           Everyone, bloody and tired, stared at him.

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            “Good evening, I’m Katie Killjoy,” said the news report later that night.

            “And I’m—”

            “No one gives a shit who you are, Tom,” said Katie. “Breaking news: extermination day is canceled! Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the angelic attack with more than just nice words. In an unseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter’s ass in the last moment. We’re also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the Angelic Legions, first man, and totally fuckable bad boy, has been slain by a filthy gardening demon or some shit like that. The kid said, quote, ‘I hate cameras, and TV here sucks, go away’ before threatening our crew! What an asshole! Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally fucking useless for once.”

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            Charlie held Keekee as she looked over the rubble that used to be the Hazbin Hotel. They’d lost so much, so many people. “Oh, there, there, it’s…” She sighed. “It’s okay.” She tried to believe it herself, but it was difficult.

            Angel smiled at her as he held Fat Nuggets. Charlie managed to smile back and took a step towards him. She found herself in front of the “Happy First Week!” sign she’d made for Pentious. Her heart ached at his loss. Vaggie put her hands on Charlie’s shoulders comfortingly.

(Charlie) “He did it for us, The ultimate sacrifice. He gave me his trust, And look how we pay the prince.”

            Tears gathered in her eyes. She had failed her friends. Because she hadn’t been strong enough, they had gotten hurt, killed.

(Charlie) “This bloodshed could have been avoided, If I convinced heaven to work together. I took a hotel, and I destroyed it, I know I could have done better, better, Instead of letting you down.”

            Lucifer put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder and smiled at her.

(Lucifer) “Come on little lady, why the frown? In the last ten thousand years, you’re the first one to change this town, You can do this, Now I know it, For your story has just begun, You can’t quit now, Hell, you owe it, There’s still damage to be undone, You’ve changed my mind, You’ve touched their hearts.”

            Charlie looked around as her friends approached with a smile.

(Lucifer) “Found the good in souls gone bad, The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, But by God Charlie, The show it must go on!”

            Her friends gathered around Charlie.

(Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Angel, Husk, Niffty) “We can do this, We can build it! Best hotel that you’ve ever seen! Twice the bedrooms, We can fill it!” (Lucifer) “With more sinners than you can dream!” (Lucifer and Vaggie) “It starts with you!” (Vaggie, Cherri, (Y/N), Lucifer, Angel, Husk, Niffty) “You know it’s true, Fulfill your destiny!”

            They reached out their hands. Wiping her tears and smiling, Charlie stood and took her father’s hand as the group came together for a hug.

(Charlie) “So long as I’ve got all of you with me!”

            And so, the cleanup and work began. It was tough going, but everyone pitched in, and the hotel began to come together better than before.

(Niffty) “To build a hotel, I think we need some brick and lumber!” (Lucifer) “Good thing we’re in Hell, check out this little magic number.”

            He snapped his fingers, and the supplies appeared.

(Angel) “Start with foundation.” (Lucifer) “A remedial creation for me.”

            The foundation came together in a single spell.

(Niffty, Angel, Lucifer) “It’s as easy as can be!”

            Soon, the hotel was getting decorated, rooms ready to be stayed in.

(Charlie) “No time for cryin’, We got a lot of work to do and, We gotta try and make the best of what’s in ruins.” (Vaggie) “New coat of paint!” (Husk) “New lights across the marquee!” ((Y/N)) “With a little sorcery!”

            They waved a hand, and plants grew up around the hotel, decorating it with nature amongst the barren city that Pride usually was.

            Finally, the hotel was put back together, with a statue of Dazzle outside. Charlie smiled at the painting of Pentious and the Egg Bois going up in the foyer to honor his memory. The memories of who they lost would never be forgotten as a new era of the Hazbin Hotel approached.

(All) “We can do this!” (Charlie) “We can do this!” (All) “We’ll be better!” (Charlie) “We’ll be better!” (All) “Though redemption may take a while.” (Charlie) “Though it may take a while.” (All) “Wayward sinners, clear their ledger!”

            They came together for a hug, and a familiar face popped out of the shadows.

(Alastor) “And we’re doing it with a smile!”

            (Y/N) grinned. He was healed and back with them. He had survived, too.

(Charlie) “We’ll make a difference, wait and see.” (Charlie and Vaggie) “We’re gonna do this, you and me.” (All) “And then tomorrow it will be, A fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

            The Hazbin Hotel was open for business.

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            (Y/N) walked through the hotel to the new wing dedicated to Alastor’s broadcasts. Obviously, it was placed on the opposite side from Lucifer’s apple-themed wing. They paused at the door of the radio and knocked.

            “Alastor?” they called out.

            The door was opened by a shadow, and (Y/N) stepped inside. Alastor was standing over the controls of the new radio, examining everything.

            “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N), slightly nervous.

           Yes, they had faced Adam, but this was…different. It was a different type of encounter. With a fight, (Y/N) knew what it felt like to suffer, to go through pain, so they could handle that. With friendship, (Y/N) had very little experience, so they weren’t sure how to deal with it.

           Alastor turned to face them. “It seems Charlie did a good job ensuring this was up to my standards. My broadcasts will be quality, as usual.”

           “Charlie didn’t make it. Well, she helped, but I, uh, I did it,” said (Y/N).

           Alastor paused, and his grin, unbidden, widened. “You did?”

           (Y/N) nodded. “I saw your tower was affected when Adam hurt you, so when we rebuilt the hotel, I made sure there was something for you to come back to.”

           “I hadn’t expected to have a broadcast tower at the hotel,” said Alastor.

           “Do you like it?” asked (Y/N).

           “I do,” said Alastor honestly.

           (Y/N) brightened. “I’m glad! And I’m glad you’re alright. Adam did a lot of damage to the hotel, killed Pentious, and hurt you pretty badly.”

           “It will take more than that to kill the Radio Demon,” said Alastor, but the unfortunate truth was that he had nearly died.

           “I faced him,” said (Y/N) suddenly.

           Alastor paused. “Oh?”

           “Yeah, I fought Adam. It didn’t go that well for me, either.” They grinned at him. “But I killed him. In the end, I killed him.” They stood proud in their strength and determination. Yes, (Y/N) had nearly fallen to Adam and Lucifer had really defeated him, but dealing the killing blow had given (Y/N) so much satisfaction.

           Alastor looked at (Y/N), and he cursed every part of him that still had some humanity since he felt something as they smiled at him. It wasn’t what he felt when Rosie laughed alongside him and teased him, but it held a familiar warmth. Although he had begun by seeing something in (Y/N) that reminded him of himself from oh-so long ago, Alastor couldn’t help but look at (Y/N) and just see them, now. It wasn’t them being like him, even if it still began there, but it was more.

           “I wouldn’t expect anything less of my protégé,” said Alastor, unable to keep the fondness completely out of his voice.

           Alastor was falling victim to all of the weaknesses he wanted to eliminate within himself.

           And (Y/N)? Well, the Nature Demon stood tall. They were growing into all the strength they had ever wished for.

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[filthforfriends]

By the way, there is an actual reason for the visceral rage you feel at the thought of cishet men perceiving Victoria.

The majority of Måneskin’s fanbase is queer & questioning young women. At live shows, that only becomes truer the closer you get to the barricade (& from the barricade, they pick people to go on stage). Vic herself is a proud queer woman. So when she’s expressing her sexuality on stage, it is for the female gaze.

The way she engages seems special because it is. We never see women being openly sexy & jubilant & authentic because of the patriarchy’s omnipresent coercion. Vic’s sexuality on stage isn’t a performance for men & we can see how much joy she gets from that freedom, especially during the finale. While the boys are simply trying to survive the stage invasion, our girl Vic is beyond thrilled to lay in a pile of other sweaty, nearly topless chicks. With a giant smile on her face she calls some dude a “fucking pig” for thinking she’s hot while everyone else screams that she prefers pussy.

Typically, WLW being sexy for other WLW quite literally involves a middle man packaging (writing, directing, editing) that content (through the male gaze). But there is nothing between Vic & the live audience. What Måneskin’s videographers capture will always be made for the female gaze, no matter how it’s curated. We don’t realize how the patriarchy taints our experiences with other women/fems until something like this captures our focus. Then it’s a struggle to pin down precisely what about it is so compelling.

Cishet men grow up in a world where everything is designed for their appreciation, to win their attention. We don’t want them to perceive Vic because they’ll treat her sexuality like performance for their consumption. If they find her fuckable, it’s because she wanted them to. If they notice her smile, it’s because she was thrilled at the prospect of this objectification. They add helpful criticisms about her appearance & behavior so she – or more accurately, it – can be better desirable. Because why wouldn’t it want to modify itself for them? It was flirting. Fucking tease.

The male gaze makes no differentiation between the real, autonomous person & the fantasy in their heads, because Vic was never really a person to begin with. As in, she never reached the status of an entity entitled to give & withdraw consent. So why should they treat the autonomous person Victoria any different than the naked girl on its knees in their mind? Both are just objects.

The difference is that we’re attracted to Victoria as she is, as she voluntarily chooses to present herself. Decidedly unladylike, (why should she be otherwise?) bouncing & gyrating open mouthed, suggesting voyeurism. We’d never want Victoria to make herself less for us – less body, less vulgar. She retains her personhood.

So no, you’re not crazy.

#maneskin #måneskin #må #maneskin victoria #vicdeangelis #Victoria de angelis #vic de angelis #måneskin victoria #victoria maneskin #victoria måneskin #fuck the patriarchy #female gaze

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

Of course asking people which monster they find more fuckable is a good way to get them to say funny things, so I got a lot of funny comments on the Most Fuckable Monster in the Dungeon Tournament. So as usual, I compiled a list of the ones I liked best, ordered by the poll they were commented on. Enjoy!

Barometz vs Dryad (round 1 part 1)

dryad boobs in my mouth please please please you're nothing

Man-eating plant vs Mandrake (round 1 part 1)

getting my dick digested by a pitcher plant

its what laios would have wanted

Skeleton vs Dullahan (round 1 part 1)

why is the armor sweeping?? how are ya'll planning to fuck the armor??? at least the skeleton you could like wedge a vibrator or fleshlight into the pelvis. I forgot this is the celibacy site and fucking is not a real physical thing on here

fools do not see the eroticisim of plate armor

Phoenix vs Harpy (round 1 part 2)

harpy has a tits out kinda look

Griffin vs Hippogriff (round 1 part 2)

Me at first: really? You’d fuck the horse? Me, remembering the barded penises of felines : no wait you’re right

White dragon vs Red dragon (round 1 part 3)

It's canon that white dragons fight furiously while red dragon is the equivalent of that blue hands dinosaur in Prehistoric Planet

white dragon is cuntier somehow

Treasure insects vs Succubus (round 1 part 3)

another tits out kinda look

normal poll matchup. normal poll. do people want to fuck a succubus or inch long insects. who will win

Huge scorpion vs Huge spider vs Mimic (round 1 part 3)

What you do to the mimic is hidden from the eyes of all

The mimics got that dog in it

dark souls mimic resemblances have me thinking unwise

something about the mysterious air around the mimic

Golem vs Ice golem (round 1 part 4)

Same deal but one freezes ur junk off I think the winner is clear

Gargoyle vs Hag (round 1 part 4)

..abusive mother kink????

Familiar vs Jack Frost (round 1 part 4)

familiar is customizable 👍

Doppelganger vs Demon (round 1 part 4)

That stupid sexy cat simply slays too much cunt

Hippogriff vs Fish-man (round 2 part 1)

no offense to my buddy fish-man but that hippogriff is too majestic

Living armour vs Undine (round 2 part 2)

One if the extras has a really perturving bit: Undines fed by consuming liquids with mana. Holm mentions regularly feeding it BODILY FLUIDS.

is wearing living armor anything

White dragon vs Green dragon (round 3)

she made that dragon sooooo cunty and for what

Cockatrice vs Demon (round 3)

you should've put the slutiest picture of the demon. to remind everyone that ryoko -sensei is down BAD

no one: ryoko kui: i am going to make a lion demon that is SOOOOOOO [redacted]

everybody vote for demon! a vote for demon is a love letter to Ryoko Kui

I do find it funny we're blowing the demon whore moments on like, the cockatrice matchup

This manga is so slutty and yet so tasteful in it that you can't really call it anything but great in every aspect of its eroticism

Mermaid vs Harpy (quarter finals)

i am so mad rn. a mermaid !? more fuckable than a harpy!? for shame tumblr for shame

White dragon vs Succubus (quarter finals)

Dragon fluffye!

Chimera vs Mermaid (semi-finals)

sorry mermaid. falin fucks supremely.

sorry falin. gotta stand up for my fellow merfolk here

a vote for chimera is a vote for lesbians

Succubus vs Demon (semi-finals)

Not even the sucubbi stands up to the limitless demon sexo

if you think about it. the succubus can turn into the demon's many forms

Chimera vs Demon (finale)

fags and dykes fighting to the death over this one

Listen man. Even if I'm gay I understand why Falin is winning but- Consider that the demon knows your exact wants and desires and could satisfy your sexual needs perfectly. Also when he's buff and humanoid near the end

either of them deserve to win but demon sweep because that fucker showed up in a dream to me once

teef!!!!

VOTE FOR DYKES. VOTE FOR SLEEPY GIRLS. VOTE FOR SHARP LITTLE TEETH

Mermaid vs Succubus (battle for the bronze)

mermaids can't lose to magical mosquito people PLEASE

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #most fuckable monster in the dungeon tournament #funny comments

[gayjameswilson]

Obsessed with the whole vibes of early season one of House. The ducklings have the energy of dysfunctional siblings along with their insane Vicodin-addict father. Wilson isn’t shown to have an office yet so he just lingers at House’s side while constantly and giving him fuck-me eyes. Wilson will just sit in on diagnoses and give his advice like he doesn’t have any responsibilities in the world. When the team needs to (illegally) shrink a patient’s tumor so it’s small enough to operate on, Wilson just says “alright” and does it along with Cameron. Chase does a silly American accent to fool a patient’s mother and it WORKS. Foreman is new and already despises everyone. House comments on how fuckable Wilson looks when Wilson is simply wearing a green tie and nice shoes. An old woman says that House has the same bedroom eyes as Ashton Kutcher. At one point the team, House, Wilson, and Cuddy all gather together in the small lab room to discuss a patient and are all basically brushing shoulders. Wilson reads a love poem out loud in the middle of the hospital to House. House eats tomato sauce that the team suspected was killing the patient. Wilson ditches his wife on Christmas Eve to go hang out with House and it shows a montage of them laughing and eating take-out. Cuddy greets House and Wilson by saying “hi, boys” like they’re kids. Foreman and Cameron are tasked to search a patient’s home and Foreman eats the ham he found in their fridge because he was hungry. The first scene with House shows him and Wilson walking down the hallway literally brushing hands and shoulders despite the hallway being huge. One of the first things Wilson does is lie to House. Wilson asks House — who rarely ever takes cases unless he finds them really interesting — to take a case and House just takes it. When asked why it was so easy, House just looks at Wilson with a smirk and says “you know why” and then they both smile at each other. This is all in the span of the first eight episodes.

#house md #hilson

[mhsdatgo]

I feel like a lot of people misunderstand me when I say I'm disappointed with the way Aegon was adapted.

Most of those who criticize me (and some Aegon stans who aren't apologists, because get some help seriously) throw every possible excuse there is in the book in order to rid Aegon of any kind of depth or potential for Season 2.

I've been told I can't stomach characters that are downright bad, I've been told I only cling to show!Aegon's only redeeming quality at the moment (namely, TGC) and make it THE reason why Aegon should be liked.

I really don't know why I gotta say this about myself as a preface in order to debunk that second "theory" but I can absolutely assure you that amongst all the people I've crushed on or fell in love with in all my years of life, only two of them were boys and one of them is my current boyfriend. So if anything my fuckable meter as moral compass doesn't work that well with men lmao. Thank you for admitting that this show is so bad that sometimes the only good quality about certain characters are the actors that play them, idk what to tell you.

And on not being able to handle wicked characters, really? I've got a whole blog shitting on HotD writers for a lot of reasons amongst which is the fact that they made Rhaenyra blander than unseasoned potatoes and you came to the conclusion that... I can't handle wicked characters?

I'd really have no problems with Aegon being adapted as the cruel piece of shit he is in the books. You know, the only source material. If we're talking Aegon individually, my only problem with the route they're taking is making it similar to Joffrey. We don't want Joffrey Targaryen, we want Aegon II. (And like it or not, he's so different from Joffrey it's not even funny) The only things these two kids have in common are dying from poison, having a mother who's a lady-turned-queen, having a grandfather who's hand of the king and being selfish pricks.

My problem lies with Rhaenyra. Everyone knows Aegon sucks ass, that was known even before Sara Hess came up with that caricature of cartoonish evilness and tried masking it as gray writing. It's wanting to make Rhaenyra any better that is ridiculous as fuck.

Rhaenyra was just as selfish, self-righteous and dumb as Aegon. Rhaenyra's motives were just as valid as Aegon. They are both sides of the same coin. That's the basics if you want to understand Fire and Blood. Something Sara, Ryan, Miguel and the entire team didn't understand in the slightest. If you want me to take a show about the Dance of the Dragons seriously, you want to make this SIMPLE concept clear as day, which really isn't that hard.

And I'm sorry, but the situation with Dyana, that poor thing, is always angering to watch. Despicable, yes. Unforgivable, yes. I agree. I like it when there are turns in the adaptation of a story as vague as Fire and Blood, but not when that change is made for no reason other than wanting to uplift a character who deserves anything but.

Furthermore, I beg your pardon a second time for wanting the least possible scenes of r*pe or implied r*pe on my screen. Maybe because it's triggering, not necessarily because the r*pist is played by my little meow meow, ever thought of that? If you want your audience to hate a character, put yourself at work. There are so many ways to do that. Taking the easy route (because it was an easy route, argue with the wall) because war crimes aren't enough to make people pounce at a character like rabid dogs is lazy and disrespectful to people who came to see a well developed show. First accept that there aren't saints in F&B, then you can start working.

#anti hotd #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #anti team black stans

[bunnyyamor]

[ OCTOBER 1ST ] DUMBIFICATION - LEVI ACKERMAN x fem! reader (priest au)

synopsis ; you go to confess your sins at a confessional. all your dirty, dark secrets and thoughts. father, on the opposite side, is hearing every last word. dripping with hunger, passion and plea for fucking. wc; 4k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dumbification, religious themes, peccatophilia, masturbation (male & female), nicknames (most used are father and my child), dirty talk, handjob, oral sex (m!recieving), money shot, medium sized or big boobs (kinda self-indulged), boob play, spit play, bit of exhibitionism, bondage, beta read!

note; hello guys! this is my first every kinktober, i've always wanted to do this so i'm really excited to show this to you guys! i know it's quite long but i worked rlly hard on this! also i don't know much about religion stuff like this so don't kill me. and yes i know this propt is popular on tiktok i did get it from there.

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you sat there, promptly defeated on a bench. waiting for the hour to strike 12 in the afternoon. 

“12 is when I will go. I promise, God.” you bit your lip as you passed crumb after crumb of bread, mindlessly throwing each weightless piece of toast onto the floor for the birds that chirped by. 

you hated yourself. you loathed who you were. you felt disgusting, vile, unclean. why would you touch yourself that way? you dreamt about men. the way they looked and smelled, how it would feel for them to touch you in all the wrong places. wrong in the eyes of the church but right in yours. 

“no!” you shook yourself, free from those thoughts. “i don’t, i can’t.” you couldn’t help yourself. the need was greater than wants and thoughts. it was shadowing your mind and using you like a puppet with a master, you were following its very strings of sin. 

you had to take control. take the matter by the horns and burn out the burning flame that lit inside you once and for all. 

the church’s bells rang. it was many stories high and it was built of brick. there was a cross big enough for everyone to see. 

with each step you took the more you grew hotter, sweating with nerves. you would have to come to terms with your condition. you would have to tell father the truth. it was embarrassing but it is what needed to happen. 

as you opened the heavy doors of the church you saw that not many people were there today. that gave you some relief. 

in the distance you saw the priest, father levi. he was reading the bible with some other men, perhaps giving them a voice of wisdom as well. 

“poor thing,” you thought to yourself as you saw his eye. due to the accident he had a big scar on his face. you chuckled to yourself as you remembered your friend’s words about father levi. she always said he was fuckable and sexy. you couldn't deny, for being a priest he sure was sublime. 

you inched closer, waiting for him to be finished with his conversation. 

“um, father levi.” you inched closer, saying in just above a whisper. 

levi sent the men away and held your shoulder in a loving manner, smiling. he was carrying a rosary laced around his fingers and hands. 

“yes my child, what can i do for you?”

“i must confess.” you twiddled with your thumbs. 

“oh, of course. right this way.” he led you to a confessional. there you leaned against the wood while he went to the opposite side in the dim light. due to the little holes in the pattern design of the wood you could still make out his face and sharp jaw. 

your heart was pounding and all you could smell was him. he smelled of a wood smell. very masculine. 

you looked around you and noticed it was just you and levi. of course it was that way, confessionals were deemed secret and the information should be kept private. very good. 

“please my daughter, state your name. what seems to be weighing you down?”

“oh, yes. my name is y/n i-”

“beautiful name,” he interrupted. 

your eyes widened and you could make out his light smile turning more down to him playing with the beads of the rosary. his eyes glossing over each piece of jewel. 

“thank you. anyways, i have been having thoughts.”

“thoughts?” he asked again, sitting up more this time and having his ear pressed closer to your side. 

“yes, thoughts. sinful thoughts.”

“please, explain these thoughts to me in full detail. be very specific.” in that moment he changed. his eyes became slits and his smile was now a smirk, thumb rubbing his chin in thought. “i’m listening little one.”

“yes, right. so the thoughts are dirty thoughts. it’s about men and how i feel about them.”

“go on,” his voice was deep.

you sighed, he probably thought you were a monster. “i dream almost every night about men having sex with me. i dream about them touching me, down there,” you inhale, “about them pounding inside me that i can’t even scream anymore. them licking my nipples to down on my clit, flicking it back and forth, taking me right then and there. then their slithering tongues go deep inside me, entering in and out without any questions asked. i dream about their cocks going inside me, how their cum would glisten on the outside and peak up from excitement. how their veins would look. god it looks so delicious i want to put my whole mouth around it. i want to lick it up and down and never stop, i want to suck it and drink his milk whole, not letting a drop be wasted. i want him inside me, pounding inside me nonstop. i want it on my bed, on the table, in the bath, everywhere, even in church! i want him to slap me, choke me, whatever he wants but just don’t stop. i am filled with this desire, this unstoppable passion. when i think of this i then go and touch myself.”

levi nodded. his eyes that were on his rosary finally looked at you and you realized that the whole speech you gave his eyes were looking into your eyes. deep in your eyes. you felt embarrassed. “i know i should be ashamed.” you brushed him away, bashful.

“no, these are the thoughts of us imperfect humans. even myself, i get that way.”

“you do?”

levi nodded, “yes my love. i desire the touch of a woman too.”

“i thought you were perfect.”

“nobody is perfect except God, little one. we are all just sinners waiting to become devils.”

the air was quiet, “i’m sorry you feel that way sometimes. i know with you, you can never marry nor have relations. that must be difficult.”

he just chuckled, licking his lips. “enough about me. tell me more. remember i said be specific. tell me, what do you do when you touch yourself?”

the air felt different this time. “well,” you started. you didn’t know why but your hands were starting to trail lower. “i go to my room and lock my door. when i lay down on my bed, i discard my panties and open my legs wide. so wide i can feel the cool air go and make me sensitive.”

“go on,” he ordered. you heard him unzip something and the sound of skin slapping. was he? “yes, what else.”

“i imagine what i told you, yes. as i think about those thoughts my hand goes to my nipples. playing and flicking them. i even wet my fingers to wet the bud. it gets hard and makes me feel so good but i need more.” 

“yes,” levi moaned out.

“yes,” you groaned too as your hands were traveling to your panties at this exact moment. you pulled your panties to the side and were playing with your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves back and forth and in circles. your legs were starting to shake. 

“i then lick my fingers again, getting them nice and wet and start to go further down. i go open up my folds and play with my clit. i flick it slowly at first then hard back and forth. it feels like a delicious fire burning sensation building up within me. like a dam waiting to be broken. and once it is all wet and gushing with need, i then stick my finger inside.” in that moment you did exactly that. you stuck a finger inside and pushed it back and forward.

“i finger myself steady at first, then i add more fingers and go faster and faster. my end is spilling everything and it is gushing all over my sheets. the dam has been broken and now the floodgates part.” 

you could hear levi stifle a groan as his hands were moving up and down his shaft. you peeked through the confessional and could see his legs wide with his thick cock. his hands wrapped around it moving up and down. while you were standing, knees together with a finger inside you. 

you heard levi getting wetter and wetter. it was slick. you were practically drooling seeing father levi like this and in shock. shocked because you thought he was a man of faith. you never thought you would be doing this of all days. levi grunted, “i have seen you before, my little one. i have noticed the way you walk, talk, how engaged you are in the lord. how you beg for mercy. how you get on your knees. the way you smell,” you heard the priest inhale and exhale. “god forgive me for what i am about to do,” he told himself rather than you. “i couldn’t get you out of my mind, lord help me. you possessed my inner spirit, haunting me to be controlled by the devil himself and god do i try, did i try.”

“wh-what are you saying?” your mouth was shaped into an o. surprised to hear his inner thoughts. “you noticed me?”

“no matter what i did. what i do. i ask god to stop making me have these thoughts. the thoughts to ravage you like a wild beast.” levi practically growled. 

you could tell in the dim light the priest fell to his knees. 

“father god, please help me for i am about to sin. please excuse me for you have put a siren in my path. i must taste her, feel her. i don’t know any other way. why must you torment me? there is no other way, i must have her, she is mine. please god forgive me.”

what was he about to do?

all of a sudden, the window to the confessional opened up, “my child, you have done wrong. i must be able to extinguish the fire within you. i am the only one who can.” 

you could make out his handsome features. his eye was scarred and only made him more attractive. maybe he was right. it’s not that you needed him to take out the fire within you, you wanted him to, more than anything.

“yes, i’ll do whatever you say father.” you looked up at him, innocently.

“good, my beautiful angel,” his fingers caressed your chin. you noticed him inhaling your scent, eyes rolling back. his face inched close so that his lips were now on top of yours. it was sweet at first, kisses upon kisses. then he deepened the kiss, mouth getting wider for each open mouthed kiss. it was like war, a war against god and the devil. two imperfect people. levi grabbed the back of your head to get closer to your lips. teeth gnashing, tongue diving, you felt your head spinning. you grabbed onto his cloak to become steady. you knew he must have done this before. passion overwhelmed you both, it became embers in your soul. the kiss was your high, making you loopy and pleading for him to fuck you already. 

“i need you.” your eyes begged.

he helped you to get on your knees and you heard a zip of his pants. he stuck out his cock, right in front of your face, through the confessional window. 

“go ahead, beautiful, touch it.” it was limp but still a good size. the color, the thickness, it all made you want to touch it, lick it, worship it. 

you wrapped your hands around his shaft and started doing motions up and down. his cock was getting stiffer by the minute and even precum was dribbled at the tip. 

without even to levi’s knowledge you dipped your lips to the precum and licked that delicious cream. at that moment you knew who’s side you were on and it didn’t matter if you were thrown into the fiery pits of hell, you would go with open arms for this cock. 

levi’s eyes widened at your action and hummed. “fuck, that feels good, keep doing that.”

you nodded. you squeezed tighter around his dick and spat on it to lube it up. 

levi moaned, seeing your flushed self on your knees for him. here you were all for him. eyes looking up between thick lashes as you never broke eye contact, neither did he. 

you started to lick his hole, flickering your tongue. he groaned and grunted, hands placed on your head. 

you smirked as your tongue dragged slowly from his balls to his tip. 

“fuck me,” he breathed out, lightly grinding his hips. 

you started at his pubes and skin above his groin and noticed veins there like muscle. that made you want to fuck him harder. you were so turned on. 

you continued licking while also giving him a handjob. his brow was furrowed and creating a bit of sweat above the brow. 

you delved back and gently teased his ball sack, wanting to feel every inch of him. 

“holy god, good job my child.”

your left hand slowly delved lower on yourself. you collected his seed from his cock and wanted it mixed with your juices. you went lower and lower and finally reached your pussy. you fingered yourself 2 fingers. mixing both fluids. it made you hitch a breath.

your mouth all of sudden opened wide and wrapped fully around levi’s erect cock. it was glorious. levi couldn’t get enough. seeing you fully wrapped around him, your mouth full of his cock, it made him want to thank god that you were born. 

he couldn’t control the urge any longer and became the devil himself. 

“just like that,” he grabbed the back of your head and made you choke and gag on his shaft. you gurgled his cum, it all laying at the base of his dick. 

you started gurgling as levi was relentless. 

“hmmm, you taste so fuckin good.” you praised him. “please give me your dick, please. i need it.”

“you like begging? you dumb, inoccent child. you want to be begged to be fucked?”

you nodded and whined, “please-”

you were cut off by levi lifting his leg against the ledge and pistoning his hip. his dick was fucking your mouth. he used you as a hole.

“that’s it, wider love. take me all in, good girl.”

your eyes were starting to cross from how delicious he was and big, “so wide…” tears pooled in your eyes. your eyebrows becoming downturned in innocence and submissiveness. “i give myself to you father.”

“good girl,” he went so far that your nose met with his dark pubes. he stayed there for a minute, loving the way you gagged. “that’s it.”

you had to control your breathing and breathe through your nose. 

he exited out of you and you found your breath again, heaving. your fingers entered inside you at a faster pace. your squelching was becoming louder. 

“shit,” levi uttered as he started to jack himself off. “open.”

it was an order. you found your g-spot and pumped your fingers inside you as if your life depended on it. you opened your mouth wide and there levi cummed inside your mouth. it was a lot. heavy white loads dripping inside your cavity. 

“swallow,” he whispered, bending over to your face, biting your ear and licking your neck.

you gulped it all down and held your mouth open, already wanting more. your tongue was seeped out, your mouth used. you stood there stupid silly, pussy dripping but not reached an orgasm yet. 

“look at you, almost looking like a whore.” he grabbed your chin, licking it, sucking your lips wanting to taste himself. he bit your neck. 

“but, what about me?”

“come this way, child. i must purify you, in front of the lord. 

it was the auditorium room. the area where prayers and lectures were given. where the bible was read and god was at. 

it was the room where the priest was going to fuck you. 

inside were many booths. a stage and behind the stage was a colored stained glass of the cross. 

levi led you up the stage and you noticed how magical it was. 

“confess your sins, child.”

you went on your knees in front of him. eyes switching from his eyes to his bulge, it was already growing again. 

“i confess i want to fuck.” you clasp your hands together, god as your witness in front of the cross. the multi colored rainbow light danced on your face, lighting your eyes, giving you a halo effect. levi knew at that moment you were no human. no you were an angel in disguise, placed on this wretched earth. so for that, fucking you sensless was no sin it was a blessing. 

“who do you want to fuck?” levi inched closer, hands carressing your face. 

“you, father.” your lips pushed out, only 2 words. 

“i know you do not lie. i shall purify you with holy water to take your sins away.” 

levi grabbed some holy water and doused a bit on your head. it dripped down to your dress, tightening the fabric and hardening your nipples. levi’s breath hitched and you opened your eyes to see his eyes peeled to your nipples. your white dress was becoming sheer and the color of your areola showed through. your dress was sticking to your skin. 

“god,” levi bit his fist. 

you got some holy water and pushed it around your tits. the sound of the water and fabric making squelching sounds and your boobs jiggled and swished like waves. bouncing with each massage you gave them. 

you looked ahead of you, right in front of your eyes levi’s bulge getting bigger, his trousers getting tighter. his eyes never left your breasts, in fact he didn’t even blink, he never wanted to look away. 

“in the name of the son,” he poured water. “father,” he poured more on your head, “and holy spirit.” he put the cup near his lips, took a sip and stepped closer to you. he opened your mouth, his thumb pressing on top of your tongue. your head went back as levi spat the holy water in your mouth. you took it all in your wide mouth. levi dripped his drool inside, wanting you to have every piece of him. he spat in your mouth and you licked it all in, licking your lips. 

“fuck me,” levi growled as he picked you up. your body laying against over his shoulders and he dropped you onto a table for all the priests and holy people. it was in front of the cross, right against it. jesus was staring right at you. with disgust or pity or passion you didn’t know but in that moment you didn’t care, he was a figment of your imagination in that split second. 

levi laid your back against the wood table. boobs bouncing with each movement. 

“i can’t take this torture anymore. i must have that pussy.” he pounded the table, creating a loud thunder in the room.

“what if someone were to come in?”

levi kissed the side of your face, inhaled your scent and started peeling your dress off your shoulders, “let them. let them see me fucking an angel of god.”

you groaned as levi took both your hands and lifted them up like if you were on a stake. hands bound together he wrapped his rosary around your hands. you were cuffed. they were tight around your wrist. “you are all mine. and i’m going to fuck you until you can see heaven.” he promised.

you held your legs tightly together, already wet. levi licked his lips and slipped your dress showing your breasts. they popped out and were displayed in the cool air. levi breathed against the nipples and gently tickled them. they peaked out and levi rolled the bud in between his finger and thumb.

“beautiful, like a saint. like an idol to worship.” he continued playing with them, entranced. his mouth then dove in, eating them like a beast. his tongue flicked against them, moaning loud, as if holding something in for a long time. he hummed as his lips wrapped around one then the other, licking them and slobbering on them. 

you jerked back and forth, groaning. hips thrusting to feel some sort of friction against your cunt. you couldn’t touch yourself or him because they were held back by a rosary. “god, levi i need you.”

“patience is one of the fruits of the spirit my dear. patience.” he smiled. he tickled your nipples for the last time. 

he grabbed your white dress, needing you now and ripped the material. ripped it right in the middle as it pooled around your ankles. he swiftly flung it away and there you laid for him, like a meal. like jesus last meal. your breasts were perked up and your legs were held together, shy. 

“let me see, baby.” he groaned, his voice deep as he parted your legs with his leg. “open wide for me so i can see heaven’s gate.” 

you looked to the side and opened up your legs as wide as you could go. 

levi exhaled. there in front of him was the impossible. it was the forbidden fruit. you were the forbidden fruit. your juicy pussy was glistening wet. your folds only being held together by slick, sticking cream. you closed it in and out. your clit was swollen and looked delicious to levi. 

levi knelt to your opening and sniffed your cunt. “ripe and ready.” he grabbed more holy water and spat some of it on your sensitive pussy. 

you moaned as levi took off his clothes, leaving him naked. “i’m going to make you feel so good.” he huskily said. 

his tip tapped your cunt, ready for entrance and slowly he dipped inside you. inch by inch his cock filled you up. 

“oh my god!” you shouted, already shaking from being filled up. it felt like heaven. his cock felt like salvation. “right there.”

levi couldn’t help it any longer. he didn’t go slow paced like a normal person would. no he needed you. the passion. the thoughts and prayers. the long nights filled with unholy visions. “god forgive me.” he held your hands steady and in a moment started pulling in and out of you. pistoning in and out. your mouth was wide open, eyes crossed as his cock dragged itself.

levi was fucking you like a wild animal. needing to feel your tightness and you needing to feel full.

you tried to hold in your cries but you couldn’t. your head hung back in a loud moan. tears were pooling around your eyes. levi was fucking you silly. you couldn't remember a single thing and didn’t want to feel anything else except this feeling. feeling stuffed. 

“levi, fuck.” you bounced up and down, breasts clapping from each hump he pounded inside you. cum was dripping down between your ass. 

drool was slipping from the side of your mouth. you were a gurgling mess and the tears mixed with your spit. 

“right there. do you like how this feels, you dirty girl? would god be pleased with how much you beg for this cock. baptized in my cum?”

you gave a goofy smile, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock. “right there please. please please!” you begged. you could feel his cock tapping your g-spot. 

“you like this? right there? how good does it feel? how many times have you wanted this?”

“all my life! everyday!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“you would worship this cock wouldn't you?”

you nodded as levi went even faster and further. cum collecting at the base of his cock. the noise from his cock drenched in your pussy, squelching as it echoed. 

you looked to your side to see jesus and all of the eyes of the angels on you. it made you get even more turned on. 

“levi, i’m gonna cum!”

levi hunched over you and brought your left nipple in his mouth and he pounded inside you relentlessly. over and over, nonstop. you tried to scream but you couldn’t. your scream was clouded and silent except for the veins protruding from your neck. 

1,2,1,2,1,2,1,2, thats how the pace went. back and forth, in and out. 

“oh my god,” you cried. levi’s hips went closer to your groin. skin to skin. 

“right there,” you held him against you, milking him for all what he was worth. finally, you came, crying and whining. levi did too at that moment. his cum erupting like the red sea. 

he humped a little to make sure you got all his seed.  

it dripped inside you. your legs were shaking and you bit your lip in satisfaction, drool seeping out the side of your mouth. 

“you dumb little whore,” levi chuckled darkly as he kissed you again. breathing harshly in your ear. “we shall keep doing this over and over in hell.”

you kissed back and bit levi’s lips, “well in that case it won’t be so much like hell, it’ll be more like heaven.”

taglist: @sailewhoremoon, @luvkun4, @neonlavander, @moonbabysstuff, @smellsliketequila, @auds-dal19

#cry baby *🧸* #levi smut #attack on titan smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi #levi ackerman x you #aot smut #aot x you #levi x y/n #aot x fem!reader #attack on titan x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n

[femmespoiled]

Missed Her by Ivan Coyote

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ID - images show a piece by Ivan Coyote from their book Missed Her.

Text in image 1 reads:

"Throwing in the Towel

Sometimes you say things without really thinking. Sometimes you write things on Facebook without really thinking about the nine hundred people who will read them.

It all started with the towels. Not just any towels, mind you. These were brand new, fresh out of the laundry, white, pristine, and über-fluffy. I had just stepped out of my clawfoot bathtub in my new-to-me bathroom in my recently painted apartment and into the softest, most absorbent and slightly lemony scented towel this forty- year-old ass has ever felt. That towel wicked the moisture away from my butt like a dream. It felt better than my mother's towels. Better than a fancy hotel towel, even, mostly because it was mine and I knew for a fact mine was the first ass it had ever wicked water from.

It's the little things, right? I sat my luxurious towel-wrapped ass down at my desk in front of my computer and wrote, "My new towels are so fluffy and absorbent. I feel like a queen. A queen, I tell you." And then I hit "share."

Within minutes, the comments started to roll in. My lady friends all concurred. Some of my butch friends, well, some butch bonding time. A small debate ensued. A femme friend of mine suggested we all conceptualize fine linens as a high quality tool, used to entice fine ladies into your bathtub. We riffed some"

Text in image 2 reads:

"about stereotypes. I thought it was over.

The next day, I hung the freshly hemmed and pressed, sand-coloured velvet draperies in my living room, and stood back to appreciate how well they complemented the dark olive accent wall and the bone-white window trim. What can I say? It has pretty much been five years since I have had a stable, solo, sexy roof over my head. I am nesting. I sat at my desk and wrote: "Enjoying my new draperies like I do does not make me any less butch."

And again with the stream of comments. One of my friends responded that butches were supposed to keep thoughts like that to ourselves. Someone said that draperies could be butch as long as there were no pink bows on them. Someone else suggested that we needed a word for a butch metrosexual. This began a longer discussion on the various types of butch: soft butch, stone butch, old school, fag butch, gentlebutch, dandy.

I should say that all of this was fairly good- natured, and everyone's feathers went for the most part unruffled, at least on the page. But something about the whole discussion bugged me, and it got me to thinking about it all.

My first question was for myself. Why did I care if my butchness was called into question anyway? In my whole entire life I have never felt anything but butch, even before I knew the word. That is certainly the way the world views me (going mostly on what rednecks call me from passing truck windows) and how my lovers place me on the fuckability spectrum. So why did someone I barely knew"

Text in image 3 reads:

"calling me a girl and suggesting I needed some butch bonding time chap my tender ass so much? Perhaps it was all those soft towels making me more thin-skinned than usual? And what was up with my butch brothers and sisters? I re-read the comments. Most of the femmes who responded maintained that the word butch didn't need adjectives or qualifiers: just butch would do the trick. It was mostly butches who were uncomfortable with my love of fluffy towels and draperies, and mostly butches who felt the need to further categorize ourselves.

One of the femmes who responded posed the following: "There's also an element of internalized homophobia in all of this. Maybe it's a conceptual leap but it seems to me that the notion that a 'real' butch can't like a fluffy towel or use words coded as feminine to describe her-/him-/hir-self isn't that far from the idea that it's not okay for boys to play with dolls. Are queer masculinities (or whatever you want to call them) so fragile? Their beauty, diversity, and resilience over the generations prove otherwise."

I thought about it all some more. Thought back to being eight years old, and frozen in the girl's dressing room at the ladies' wear store on Main Street in Whitehorse. My aunt was getting married and my mom was insisting that wearing anything but a dress to the wedding would be rude and she wasn't going to tolerate any more arguments from me about how dressy my brown corduroy suit could really be with the right blouse. I was being forced to try on this yellow and grey dress. My mom and the shop lady were"

Text in the last image reads:

"looming outside the dressing room door, taking turns cajoling and threatening me to come out and show them how I looked. My guts were in my throat and all the moisture in my mouth was now collecting in my eyes. I was seriously too humiliated to open the door and come out. I was afraid of the wrath of my mother, and scared of the scorn of the saleswoman, but I was even more terrified of how vulnerable and wrong I felt in my body, in my skin, in my life in that dress. It wasn't just that I didn't want to be a girl. And it wasn't as easy as just wishing that I was a boy. It was the horrible realization that I was facing a world where there were no clothes for me because I didn't fit the world.

So I don't think that butch fear of our own femininity is all that simple to unravel. It is not just our own misogyny that makes us see anything less than manly as weak or less than. Our fear of our own inner girl is so much more complicated than that. Most of us grew up uncomfortable not only in our clothes, but in our pink bedrooms, our gender roles, our families' expectations, and even our own skins. We had to fight to find ourselves in all of that. And sometimes that makes it hard to drop all that armor and just sit back and enjoy the fucking draperies."

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#bellas books #btexts #book recommendations #bellas butch/femme tag #sorry for the light mode on the images folks

[gabessquishytum]

Alright, I’ve got an idea for you:

Childhood/high school friends Dreamling. They’re best friends/crushes and decide to be each other’s first sexual partner as well. Except you know, they’re inexperienced teenagers. It sucks. So now it’s awkward and they kinda drift apart after high school, as people do.

Fast forward a decade or two and they run into each other and rekindle their friendship. And their mutual crushes that never really went away. Seems like it would be a decent time to try again, right?

Except Dream never made the connection between their mutual inexperience and how bad the sex was. So he’s running under the impression that Hob just isn’t great in bed. Which is a shame because he’s really grown into himself and Dream would love to climb him like a tree. But he really, REALLY doesn’t want a repeat experience and/or have to tell Hob he sucks. Who needs communication, right?

Hob meanwhile is very well aware that he’s a much better partner these days. Except he’s somehow gotten the impression that Dream isn’t interested in sex. Might be asexual? So now he’s worried Dream might’ve forced himself into doing something he’s not comfortable with back in high school. And he’s DEFINITELY not going to pressure Dream into anything.

So now they’re just sort of orbiting each other, not really sure if they’re dating or just best friends or what because neither of them will actually talk to the other.

I think it comes to a head when Dream somehow indicates he actually does like sex/experience attraction. And Hob’s just like, oh. So it’s not everyone it’s just me 🥺

Obviously this ends with Hob getting to show off just how much he’s improved 😉

YELLING. This is so funny. I love it.

Dream sleeping with Hob once when they're both like, 17, and deciding there and then that Hob is a Terrible Fuck is very funny, and very Dream. And he doesn't really have any sex after that, so he doesn't have anything to compare it against. He just knows that it was awkward and a bit terrible.

Meanwhile Hob has been out there fucking his heart out and improving his technique. When they reconnect he's desperate to show Dream how different he is (and how he can actually put a condom on without coming too soon, whoop!). He figures that maybe Dream will come to him when he's ready, and they keep dating happily.

But Dream never initiates anything. He talks about the kind of porn he likes, and Hob knows that he wanks sometimes. He even mentions people that he finds fuckable. Hob is half convinced that Dream might be ace, and half convinced that Dream just... doesn't want to have sex with him.

Hob’s not the kind of person to let that fester in his heart, though. He explains that he won't be mad if Dream doesn't want to have sex, it's totally cool etcetera. He just feels like maybe Dream specifically isn't into him? And that's not... ideal.

Dream in turn explains that he's just not keen to repeat their first sexual encounter - the embarrassment might kill him this time. He doesn't get why Hob starts laughing and doesn't seem able to stop.

Hob eventually wheezes that he's not 17 anymore. He's not gonna do anything that Dream doesn't like, but he'd be honoured to show that he's picked up a few skills in the last decade or so.

Poor Dream actually ends up even more embarrassed than ever because Hob is, in fact, Very Good at sex. They could have been doing it this whole time! Hob is still laughing as he goes down on Dream for the first time, but the vibrations of his mouth do feel very good against Dream’s hole so... that's ok. Better than ok, even <3

#acedragontype #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[kissitbttr]

𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

summary: eddie always find it hard to contain himself around you, and you comfort him when he says something that makes your heart breaks

word count: 1361

pairing: eddie munson x maddyperez!reader

a/n: i imagine this one is set in 1990s bc I'm a whore for 90s vibes. and if any of you watches euphoria then you’d know how the reader act like

eddie shamelessly run his eyes over your body, watching you stand by your dresser with your fingers digging into the makeup pouch.

you look so pretty and fuckable in that pink tank top and tiny, white cotton panties. showing off the plump of your ass, causing him to clench his jaw. He has to refrain himself from marching over there and sink his teeth into the soft cheek. that mirror is also giving him a hard time. showing the perfect view of your nipples pressing against the material, and it’s making it harder for him not to jump off your bed and pounce at you.

not to mention, your dark wavy hair isn’t being tied like it usually is. it falls just above your hips and he’s having this mental image engraved on his mind of how it feels like under his grip when he’s fucking you from behind.

you got him feeling like a hormonal teenager despite being your boyfriend. he swears you have this magic effect on him that never seems to wear off, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“strawberry or cherry?”

he pulls himself out of his train of thoughts as he blinks, seeing you holding two pink tubes at him with a soft smile.

he sighs, getting into his ‘thinking’ face while leaning against the headboard before his eyes going back to check out your ass. “hm. peach”

you roll your eyes playfully when you realize what he’s talking about. his cheeky smile, gaze, and that wink he sends you over. eddie could be such a boy sometimes,

“I’m serious! and stop looking at my butt you perv!” you poke fun at him, though loving it secretly. “how about cherry? you seem to like this one better.”

“anything you put on your lips, I’d love it baby” he shrugs, rolling over to his side as he supports his temple with an open palm,

“like your dick?” you raise your eyebrow, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth,

eddie groans and roll his eyes to the back of his head. “Jesus. And yet, I’m the perv?”

you giggle, putting the cherry flavored one on the lips before throwing the tube away into the bag. He grins widely when you walk over to him, kneeling on the bed as you slowly crawl your way to shift your weight on top of him. feeling his hard groin brushing against your inner thigh.

locking your eyes with his like a predator having an eye on its prey.

“God you are so… sexy” he lets out a soft grunt when you settle on his hips. “How do i get so fucking lucky? Look at you. Prettiest girl at Hawkins and I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

He moves his hands to your thighs, then slowly going up before resting them on your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he feels himself growing more hard.

“I count myself lucky too” you whisper sexily, putting on your best naughty look and lean down to put your hands beside his head. watching him with hazy eyes as he looks up at you with lust. “not everyday i get to fuck a rockstar.”

“If you count having 5 drunks and living at a trailer home then sure.” he jokes, rubbing the soft flesh of your bum while the other hand toys around with the hem of your panties. “a fucking failure am i right?”

with a frown, you’re quick to shake your head, petting his soft hair. “don’t say that, eddie. you’re not a failure.”

“you’re saying that because you’re my girlfriend.” he chuckles sadly,

“of course not!” you defend, sitting up straight as he mirrors your action. “why would you ever think that?”

he removes his hands away from your body and you struggle not to whine because of it. eddie crosses his arms, shutting his eyes before opening them back.

“because everyone said so. I’m the freak, the fucking outcast, the cult leader, the embarrassment. God, baby you name it” he replies, rubbing his hands roughly up and down his face. “they think that I won’t be able to graduate this year and who knows maybe they’re right.”

“but I’m not everyone, am i?” you gently ask, cupping his cheeks with both hands to get him to look at you. “fuck that. fuck them. Eddie, you are the sweetest, talented,selfless and smartest man i have ever met. i see the good shit in you. Why can’t you do the same?”

you spot a hint of sadness in his eyes, and it makes your heart break. seeing your man vulnerable like this, makes you wanna go on a killing spree and tear all of the guts from everyone who has done him wrong.

“Eddie, my love. You passed all of those exams and assignments in the span of 6 months. That shows you’re motivated of wanting to get the fuck out of here.” You remind him, thumb grazing his soft skin. “And you told me you wanted to study mechanical engineering, right? While you do gigs with the band? You have no idea how happy i am to hear all of your dreams and i will support you through and through.”

his lips slowly forming into a smile, heart feeling at ease when you comfort him with your words. they sound so genuine and encouraging coming from you, he appreciates it so much. because he never had someone willing to help and defend him like you do.

he’s always alone. sure, he has his friends but he has been longing to bury himself in the arms of someone that he could get to call his. at school, he always puts on this facade to show that he doesn’t mind of not being tied down. his careless attitude is pretty convincing.

and that’s when you happened. you waltzed into his life and changed it for the better. despite living in two different social standing. He, at first, worried that you might damage your reputation. but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. the love you have for him is stronger than that. it hurts you to think that eddie is willing to sacrifice his own happiness for you.

“i am so in love with you.” he speaks without hesitation, kissing your knuckles. “i don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“probably dead.” you say as a joke, then bursting out into fit of giggles when he gives you a look. “kidding, baby.”

you two fall into comfortable silence after that. just a pair of eyes staring at each other with much love without knowing that the two of you are picturing building a life together in each other’s minds.

“you saved me, you know?” you start. “when you found me sitting at the curb that night after i broke up with Jason, and we had a long conversation, i felt myself never been happier. Couldn’t believe that i was dumb enough of wanting to go back with him until you made me realized.”

“Well, i was going to have you one way or another anyway” he admits, leaning himself back against the headboard. “That son of a bitch doesn’t deserve you. None of those guys at school do. Except me.”

“Cocky aren’t we?” You smirk, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “But you’re probably right. None of them could probably fuck me right anyway.”

“Speaking of fucking” his pupils dilated when he mentions it, hooking his right hand under your thigh before throwing you under him, hearing your squeal and giggle when he does. “I’d like to fuck you right now. Been driving e crazy with that tiny thing you’re wearing and your glossy lips.”

“Fuck me then baby. Show me how loud you can make me scream.” You look up to him with siren eyes as you purr, fingers going beneath your panties to pull them down,

Eddie mutters a low ‘fuck’ while quickly tugging off his belt, looking at how cock drunk you look and he’s not even inside of you yet

“Fucking little devil that you are”

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don't be shy to send me thoughts and concepts, just don't be fucking rude<3

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n

[reallyromealone]

Day 29

GANGBANG 🎃 AFTERCARE

WARNING: cum, gangbang, watching, smut, male reader, blow jobs, double penetration, fucking every hole, cum eating, bukake

BONTEN X MALE READER

Kinktober masterlist

It had been weeks since they last fucked their husband.

Work had been taking up a majority of their time, they were far to exhausted to play with him but now that they had time... (Name) was going to be ruined by time their done.

(Name) was doing dishes when his husband's came home, looking particularly stressed out when they stopped to looking at (name) looking so domestic... So fuckable.

"Fuck!" (Name) yelped in shock as Rindō slapped his ass hard "Rin! That hurt!" (Name) whined as the purple haired man groped at the slapped cheek "it's been a while..." Koko commented as he tugged at (name)s shirt "we haven't fucked your tight ass in weeks..." Sanzu said into his ear, the Bonten men crowding (name) pulling him into their hold, dishes be damned.

(Name) was pulled into a kiss on their bed, barely processing getting into the bedroom as Mikey invaded his mouth with vigor, hands from his husband's tugging and pulling off his clothes, groping as they went.

"God you're probably tight as a virgin..." Takeomi said while Kakucho bit along his neck while ran sucked his left nipple and Mochi spread his legs.

"Oh? What's this? He's loose..." Sanzu said prodding at the others ass "have you been touching yourself?"

(Name) was a blushing mess at this point "answer us" mikey commanded gripping (name)s chin to look at his eight husband's who had already removed their clothes and stared into his souls "I-I missed you guys... I touch myself when you're gone late..."

"What do you imagine..." Rindō asked him oh so sweetly but (name) knew never to trust that oh so sweet voice but he answered shakily anyways "I-I think of you guys..." "Doing what?" Touching me..."

"Show us"

"W-what?"

"Touch yourself the way you do when we're gone" kakucho said heatedly (name) manhandled and ending up in Mochis lap as his husband's circled him with bating eyes.

"Here baby..." Ran said handing (name) lube much to (name)s embarrassment"oh come on baby, you act like you haven't sucked our cocks in meetings why is this so embarrassing" Koko teased and Sanzu spread (name)s for a better view.

Squirting lube on his fingers he spread it around his cock and began rubbing "come on now baby we know you do more than just that" he couldn't make out who said that as the rush of everyone staring at him mixed with the nervousness that rushed through his blood like a hot iron.

"Come on...go lower"

(Name) whined as he covered his other hand in lube before moving down to his ass and slowly moving a finger in, wiggling it around with a whine.

"Add another"

(Name) whined but complied as the men around him stroked their cocks, watching with complete focus as (name) slipped another finger and began pumping and curling.

Soft little whines escaped his throat at the stretch, it was good but it wasn't enough.

"You want our fingers don't you doll?" Takeomi asked their sweet house husband who nodded and like that his own fingers were ripped out and replaced by Sanzus, the stretch delicious and perfect as (name) gripped Mochis bicep.

The feeling was what he's been craving for weeks, toe curling pleasure.

He didn't even fully comprehend himself blacking out a bit till he was set in Mikey's lap.

"You think he's stretched out enough?"

"With how often he's probably been playing with himself? Most likely"

A cock pressed against his hole and three more presented to his face, he knew whose cocks were whose.

He's sucked them enough to know this by heart.

Taking kokos cock in his mouth he began stroking Mochi and Sanzus cocks simultaneously as the other four waited their turns with his body, touching his pretty nipples and striking his cock and fondling his balls.

The sensation was incredible as Mikey began thrusting, hard and slow like always.

Wanting (name) to slowly break apart on his cock.

Koko fucked his throat thoroughly, leaving no spot untouched by his cock and the muffled moans from (name) only spurred him on to fuck harder, keeping the pace Mikey set.

"Been so patient for us, waiting for us to take you like this...you miss being our cock whore hm?" Ran said teasingly as he and Rindō tugged and rolled his nipples as Kakucho and Takeomi fondled his lower half "don't worry baby we will treat you mighty fine..."

This when on four a solid hour till the trio came in his face and Mikey deep within his ass, pushed forward into takeomis arms, laying above him as Kakucho appeared behind him "been a minute since you took two cocks huh?"

Their cocks had more lube than necessary to ease in, knowing it will be a tight fit "but you can handle it right doll?" Takeomi teased as the pushed in, takeomi holding (name)s upper body up as his hands were taken by Rindo and Ran and before him... Stood the other four.

They stood side by side, dicks touching for (name) to suck and lick and he did it with vigor as the two cocks in his ass moved violently compared to Mike's slow and deep thrusts.

He licked like a bitch in heat and his wrists hurt but he didn't dare stop, he couldn't.

The pleasure was far to much to stop, the beautifully painful burn and the taste of their cum... He loved it all.

And it was all for him and him alone.

He smiled into the camera before him, Sanzu recording everything most likely to jerk off to when they had another long period with no sex.

They bought seperate phones just for pictures and videos of (name) being fucked and and gagged.

Sometimes they would watch it in Bontens meeting room when they weren't able to come home and play with the real deal.

The thought was maddening as he let them fuck him like a fuck doll.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" He heard someone chant or was it all of them?

He couldn't care to figure out as every section of his body was covered in cum, back, chest, face.

He was soaked.

Slowly cocks pulled out of his hole and spilled from his used and abused ass as sweet whispers were said to him, the soft sensation of a shower head against his skin as a washcloth cleaned everything up.

He leaned against someones strong arms as they cleaned him up and dried his sensitive skin oh so gently.

Layed in soft blankets his body shook still, a bottle of water held to his lips and sliced strawberries placed in his mouth to eat.

"So good for us, always ready to do whatever we ask like a good boy"

"Rest baby, we will take good care of you"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #kinktober #smut

[zushimart]

hey gay 🫶

mdni. hiii everyone we are discussing sub scara's top kinks. written w modern au in mind. gn!reader w/ a dick i think, and also probably trans!scara. ok anyway. not in any particular order, but:

1. praise/body worship one of scara's biggest personal issues is insecurity. he needs some reassurance that you like him, that you love him... and what better way to remind him than utter devotion to his mind and body... it can either be meticulous and embarrassing, like kissing every inch of his skin, lingering around the places he's most sensitive, hot breath ghosting the crook of his neck or the insides of his thighs as you whisper both tame and unholy little compliments... maybe even cockwarming him for hours... OR it can be rough and mind numbing. his body hot, squirming from overstimulation, pushing your head away from between his legs... scolding your one-track mind... your fixation on counting how many times he can come undone before he breaks. he enjoys how much you enjoy him... not only does it get him off, but it makes him happy, too.

2. exhibitionism back to his insecurity, i think he has a little worm inside his brain that enjoys proving to people that he's likable, lovable... fuckable!!! it's the reason he's obsessed with marking, scratching, and biting (even if the day after, he's silently panicking over his turtleneck not being long enough to cover the hickeys). he likes risky sex... nothing that'd get you caught... just the idea... like sending you nudes when you're out running errands or even calling you on the phone and letting you listen to him touch himself. it's why he likes photos and videos of him for later. yeah, he'd invite someone else into the bedroom just to let them watch you fuck him... let them see how well he takes it and how you're only giving it to him because he's just that good. he always puts on a pretty show when he knows he's being watched.

3. humiliation ( a. giving & b. receiving) ^ mix with the above for a delightful drink... a) king of scathing back talk. yeah, once you get him far enough, he's babbling about how much he loves you, begging for you to fill him up, etc. but before that!!! he's so mean ("you have no self control, you're like a dog" "i could do better with my fingers," etc.). it's just because he's embarrassed (and can never say what he actually means till he's intoxicated by lust) and he knows it eggs you on. makes you try even harder (or idk, manhandle him into shutting up or something). b) mix being mean with being nice. a voice drenched in fake pity telling him he's such a pretty cocksleeve, your favorite toy. maybe he's not the sweetest or the kindest plaything, but the pussy's so good he's still your #1 (weird power trip for him). great way to incorporate picturesss like above... make him make a mess of himself (unfocused eyes, sweaty and panting, lips swollen, bangs stuck to his forehead, covered in cum and snap a little pictureee). the sound of a condescending laugh makes him throb. he's not good with hardcore humiliation or anything, though... the most you could do is like... very gentle body writing.

4. corruption he's extremely inexperienced and the idea of being taught how to be a slut is a mind blowing fantasy for him.

5. honorable mention is. hate sex. NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!! but i do love this idea with ex bf scara a lot. haunts my dreams. OMG!!! i almost forgot cumplay. anything to do with cum but specifically inside him. ...swallowing, snowballing, creampies...

#what the hell do you need this for mar #you amassing a scara bible #sub scaramouche #im so hungry now #my ass did not proofread this we are rawdogging it #scaramouche x reader #*also i meant like i am actually hungry #like i mhungry not like this made me hungry for scarussy #it didbut i a m also experiencing . physical hunger #hmn…

[softness-and-shattering]

Finished Lady of The Lake (Witcher)

SPOILERS -- Im frustrated and confused with the ending, this isnt particularly complimentary.

And um, what the hell? Is this like a narnia afterlife situation? How did the horse end up in camelot, WHY camelot, why is Ciris future suddenly with this random knight? Why camelot? Am i supposed to be happy? I guess its independence but its not, its just a different world with different rules and politics and complications. I get that we're not doing happily ever after but like.

Kind of feels like the whole party died so the author didn't have to write endings for them. What did the unicorn even achieve, Ciri doesnt need him to travel.

Also a thing thats bothered me the whole time, why is everyone stuck on ciris theoretical future children, why is SHE not destined one? Why is everyone trying to get her pregnant at 16?? Ive never seen a story where the male protagonist has to have kids to secure a prophecy and everyones throwing wives at him. And i dont like the implication after all that that ciris gonna end up with galahad. She should be a lesbian. She cannot be the only descendant of the elder blood, and what were the elves even isolating those genes for?? What was the point of lara? There was no saving the world from politicking or future climate catastrophe.

Its already not a happy ending bc everyone is dead. It just feels like sapkowski didnt really know how to finish things? Lets just throw in some big fights ok now what let everyone noodle around uh guess Ill kill them off now ok. Ciri doesnt even get to grow up. Cahiras scary and significant and then he's just The Fighty Guy of the party, no more complexity there.

And what the fuck is with emhyr and his incest plan? Why does everyone want to fuck ciri including her father?? "The child o sore will be important" YOUR DAUGHTER IS YOUR CHILD BUCKO and then he just lets her go and didnt leave anyone with a knife for Yen and Geralt because why??

Honestly the sexual violence, the fact that every woman is always "provocative" and we always gotta mention their cleavage and fuckability, its so incredibly gross. Especially with everyone wanting to fuck or impregnate ciri. Who is confirmed to be a minor in-world.

Obviously I found the story compelling enough to keep reading multiple books but all these cool concepts just were not executed through. Just an entire book of everyone trying to fuck a child instead of literally anything else. The villain deaths werent satisfying. The protagonist deaths were cheap. I dont remember who the fuck caleb whoever was or half the people referred to in the last quarter of the book even though ive been reading these books fairly close together.

I kind of hope the show does things better but who knows with cavill leaving.

#mine #review

[titikawai]

Why show Polin disappointed me :

Hi everyone, back on another long as rant. I just finished this season and felt betrayed so I decided to type !

I read the 4th book not really knowing what to expect as I boycotted season 1 (left traumatised from reading half of the first book) only watched season 2 (which I love so much) and didn’t like the Queen Charlotte season (sorry not sorry).

To be fair, when I started reading the book, I couldn’t care less for Polin as I did not like the way show Colin treated Penelope like a dog, only there to make him feel better about himself. I had hopes that Penelope would run away to find a better suiter after that terrible finale on season 2. I actually loved the way Eloise confronted her about being LW and the fact their friendship is challenged.

Even though I heard Colin was going to be an ass in this book I still gave it a go. I was surprised and ended up loving the book so much I bought it to put it on my shelf. I found out that, in the novel, Colin was way less of an ass and a much more sensitive character that sometimes did not understand his own feelings. I absolutely loved the plot involving his jealousy towards Penelope’s writing in comparison with his own. I understood his fear to become a nobody, to not find his purpose or something he would be « good at », known for. His need to prove himself to his family and others that he is more than a pretty face.

I also loved how fervently Penelope defended her work as an extension of herself, someone she wanted to be, had always been but was to scared to be in real life. I loved how the book explained how one would feel if they had never received loved and thought they were doomed to never get it so much so that they do not even try anymore.

Finally, I loved how pure their loved felt. In that regard how their relationship was more love than lust (even though there was still some heavy smut scenes). I loved how they did not just f*ck, but MADE love! I felt like their relationship wasn’t the « passionate » type which to me is a good thing because it means you love the person much more than you love their body that you worship because of the soul that inhabits hit. I felt like Polin was the perfect couple as they completed and accepted each other (apart from that scene where he grabs her by the arm and every mention of anger management like WTF stop giving main male characters toxic traits to try and make it seem hot to the audience, it is not). Also, I especially loved how Colin made it his priority to protect Penelope and especially her emotional state. He is often portrayed fearing for her reputation as he does not want her to isolate herself and go into a pattern of self hatred. He hates the way she speaks ill of herself and will not let anyone, that involves her mother, to disrespect her.

I now realised why I didn’t like show Polin as much as book Polin : it is because Show Colin has nothing in common with his book alter ego. In the show, Colin didn’t even realise how bad he hurt Penelope and managed to rekindle their friendship by telling her how SHE make HIM feel (here again taking the spotlight from her and drawing it to him) and not how much he cared about her well-being and self-image.

I absolutely hated how they turned Colin into just another rake turned right by the « ugly girl who had a makeover and that he now notices because of that particular reason and how fuckable you now look ». This storyline should have stayed in the 2000s ESPECIALLY with Polin. Indeed in the book Colin gets feelings for Penelope once he grew up and became more mature enabling him to love someone. While Penelope matured and started to loved herself and that helped her accept love from someone else and expect nothing less.

In the series, I hated how helpless Penelope felt. Firstly because she did not clap back to haters as she did in the book but also because Colin did not come to defend her once. He didn’t not care to stand up to Cressida or his friends / the gentlemen when they insulted Penelope. Wouldn’t you stand up for anyone if they were insulted and ran of crying!? ESPECIALLY if you are supposed to be in love with her. He did not care to embarrass her before a room full of people and her potential future husband while he could have just asked to see her in person (this element was added for drama but still gives huge red flags)

I hate how they turned Colin’s passion for travelling into a joke or a metaphor for sexual tourism. This only makes him appear more shallow (even though he came up with gifts for his family which I found cute). It makes it seem like him travelling is just an excuse to appear deep in society and this gives such fratboy vibes it almost made me ill. Where is the poet, the writer who paints landscapes in his mind and puts it on paper! He was turned into a smut writer!!!! How disappointing!

Why is it that he didn’t get to find out LW’s identity before he asks Penelope to marry him?!? What about their common love for writing? Him wanting to marry her anyway because her being LW makes him love her even more : because he loves her for her, their relationship and not because he had wet dreams of her. I wish they put in scenes where they had openhearted conversations about for instance : her feeling bad because of her spinster status, how she is scared no one will ever love her; his writing; his quest for purpose and put in none of that rake or Lord Debling/husband nonsense they created because they needed to fill a whole they dug!

Oh and WTF was that carriage scene music choice!?!?!???!!!!!!?? I cringed so hard. I liked the carriage scene overall even though I didn’t like the events that led to it

On what I loved…

I ugly cried when Portia was surprised her daughter ever believed someone would love her and refrained from holding her when she desperately needed a hug => if you are the child of a narcissistic mother, this hits so freaking deep

I loved Francesca’s storyline with the earl!!! It was genuinely sweet

I loved seeing Show Colin jealous

The modiste!!!! I love lady Delacroix so much and would have liked to see more of her friendship with Penelope. She could have helped her boost and confidence past the physical makeover level

I liked Cressida’s backstory and the comment on internalised misogyny

Wished there was more Penelope / lady Danbury moments

Loved Penelope’s sisters and her mom. I like how they portrait her toxic relationship with her daughters by focusing on her small remarks (it makes it much more realistic)

Kanthony

Wished Polin dance scene on Snow on the beach lasted longer to show their attraction without needing to make it too sexual (the eyes are the door to your soul)

Costumes, décors etc. As always

Weirdly enough, the first kiss scene

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

#polin #bridgerton #season 3

[demonichikikomori]

Hihi, found ur account from Ao3! Love ur writing so much. Just a question: What characters are your current favourites to write for? (Dorm wise)

Uwahhhh!~! Hi hi hiiii!! It's the worlds most Chuunibyou- Ah. I mean... The Worlds Most Demonic Hikikomori!!

I'm very happy you enjoy my writing! I work hard (most of the time) on all of my works since I know when I share them, I get to let other people enjoy the content they were secretly wishing for! Or maybe it's something they wish didn't exist haha.

Aughhh I lowkey love this question my tastes change every so often but sometimes... They remain the same!~! I'm actually a big homie hopper and I believe that all of them (minus Ortho) are totally fuckable!!!!! But, I'll tell you my fave from each dorm and why!

Check below the cut!

Heartslabyul:

Ace Trappola - When he first appeared on screen I had a crush on him. And then he OPENED HIS BIG FUCKING MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!! Ace I like because I can cook up some serious dubcon and almost like... A bullying kink kinda deal?? Ace is lowkey very bratty and its lowkey canon he has a crush on MC. He wants to fuck us so bad it makes him even dumber than Deuce.

Savanaclaw:

Ruggie Bucchi - Literally my whole reason for living. I tell this stupid story all the time but the game came out and I hadn't written in so long and I finally met Ruggie... But there were no fics for him. And so I needed to save the world. I needed to spread my Ruggie Bucchi propaganda. Ruggie is extremely hardworking and so charming he makes my brain melt out of my ears everytime. I love his New Years card too I'm so excited we get him this year I am going to fucking hurl. I love love love loooove Ruggie and I need everyone to love him too!!!!

Leona Kingscholar - Before the game was released I wanted him so so so fucking bad. But he immediately got bumped once I met Ruggie. Holy smokes its hard to explain but... Leona has that... "You need a man, not a boy." kinda energy.

Octavinelle:

The Tweels - This is an Azul hate page (we can still fuck him dw) and I lowkey hate the Tweels too. They're just so slimy and horrible and if I was to interact with them in person I would probably burst into tears. They do have amazing smut potential. But they're big fan faves among the fandom so they're very intimidating to write. I can make them worse. But is that what everyone wants!??!?

Scarabia:

Jamil Viper - He is very segsy to me hehe. This emotion was discovered after I finished book 4 and cried that everyone hates the JamiKali ship for being toxic but I think I read all of book 4 with fujo lenses... Really, Jamil is lowkey a pervert. Hypnotism? Wanting to be called 'Master'? He's a freak.

Pomfiore:

Rook Hunt - So. I have not published any Rook content but I have written it. Again, he's very intimidating to write for. He makes my dick hard in unexplainable ways. I like the weird French.

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud - FUCKING LOSER INCEL. But in a way that I can make him horrible and creepy. If you like Idia Shroud, you're probably into being stalked and having a hidden camera somewhere in your bedroom because he is so obsessed with you. He has 70+ sock puppets watching all of your social media accounts. I am the most correct ever.

Diasomnia:

Silver - I actually used to hate Silver but he's started to grow on me... And there's something about that bunny mailman card he has... Dude... I dunno... I need him to wake up and let me feel his arms... I'll show you my vision later...

#ask the devil

[bum-scum]

Prideshipping snippet because I want to. Im have a mini break from drawing to type this asap off the top of my head.

WARNINGS WILL APPLY! SEXUAL THEMES IMPLIED TOWARDS THE END!!! I REPEAT SEXUAL THEMES TOWARDS THE END!!

I cant do grammar to save my life. I failed English, so theres that. 🤣🤣🤣 ( past and peresnt tense, things dont make sense, etc).

WARNING AGAIN!! SEXUAL THEMES IMPLIES TOWARDS THE END!!!

Read away! I love these two.

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Kaiba hates it when Atem gives him pet names. Anything of the sort crawled up his spine in a tingle, a little shock to the hesrt that made flips when Atem spoke out one of these "names".

"Oh darling, try not to worry. Mokuba will be just fine," Atem soothed him.

"My love, im sure you'll knock it out of the park," he'll encourage.

Or when things got heated in the bedroom:

"Mmmm...look at you, my incredibly fuckable husband of mine."

It all went under his skin. And he would growl eachtime Atem would call him these names.

Today, however, is different.

Atem didnt call him any names or being his cheerful self. He became stressed, moving franticly, trying to do all things at once.

This is what happends when he said yes to organise a day out with the geeks.

And honestly Kaiba missed the pet names Atem was calling him. It didnt feel like home, out of place and it annoyed him.

"Do I have everything we need?" Kaiba heard Atem mumble to himself.

Running out of patience, Kaiba sighed and slammed his laptop shut.

"Atem."

"Oh! Thats right! I need..."

"Atem." Kaiba growled.

"No they wouldnt like it-"

"ATEM!"

Atem stopped and looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Yes?"

"Could you for five minutes, take a break? You running around like a headless chook is getting up my nose. Sit down and relax."

Much to Kaiba's dismay, Atem resumed to his stressing about the hang out.

"I cant stop, Seto. Ive got to sort this day outing with everyone. I want to make this perfect. Its important to me."

Moving back and forth, passing by Kaiba, his blue steely eyes intently watching Atem move and getting frustrated by the minute.

It was time to take measures in his own hands.

Kaiba moved swiftly and caught Atem from behind his strong arms wrapped around his small partner, holding him flushed against him.

"You should really take a break. Stressing about this will do you no good, sweetheart."

"Did you just...Kaiba?"

A smirk of victory graced on Kaiba's lips.

"Why dont you take a hot bath, and head to bed? You've been working hard all day, my love. It would be a shame if you burn your pretty heart out, honey."

Now he knew why Atem took so much delight in calling him these names. It got Kaiba excited...

Too excited.

"Or better yet. How about I give you a full body massage? Let me take all your stress away, my gorgeous Pharaoh."

"Se-who are you? What have you done with my husband?"

Kaiba's annoyed expression now showed itself.

"Just get into the bedroom so I can fuck you, for fucks sake."

"There he is."

Kaiba rolled his eyes as he let Atem go.

Kaiba eyes trailed all over Atem's backside, seeing it sway and move.

"You've got ten minutes to strip."

Atem stopped midway upstairs, his smirk now evident and the stress forgotten.

"Oh myyy...How naughty of you, my sexy darling."

And there it is. Making Kaiba's heart jump with joy.

The pet names have come back.

#prideshipping #seto kaiba #yugioh #ygo #kaiba seto #ygo dm #pharaoh atem #atem #I will always believe Atem does give kaiba loving pet names #and kaiba drops one once in a blue moon