#high time this fucker returned the favor!!!

[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 E𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

part one

Say my name I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me

Chaos doesn't always have to be bad, you know.

Take for instance the bed. After some good sex. The bed that'll be a fucking mess.

Pillows everywhere (you swear you have more pillows than you do blankets; thank the Pillow Princess for that), covers thrown haphazardly, and you'll be there, sweaty and sated, resting in a pile of muscled arms, legs, and chest.

You usually don't know who the hell you're laying on you're so fucked out but damn their chest feels good.

Heh. You thought your libido was high but König and Simon got you beat there, too. By miles. Holy fucking shit. You and König also joke that Simon's the slut of the three of you. The bastard doesn't deny it, either.

As much as Simon and König love you, best believe there's always a competition between the two men when it comes to you sexually.

You'll also find out that the winner of their sparring matches is also the one who gets to fuck you first.

Those hands of König's aren't just good with a knife. He can make you come with those fingers alone.

He's also the one who loves to go down on you (this isn't to say that Simon doesn't). Will feast on you forever if you let him. Will also encourage (read: command) you to fuck his mouth or ride his face.

Dirty talk — Simon is a fucking pro. While König's showing you what his mouth does, Ghost is practically growling in your ear and telling you everything they'll do to you. Everything.

They can and will subject you to some orgasm denial if you wanna fuck around and find out, too.

And oh baby, when you get down on your knees and return the favor... it takes everything in them not to bust right then and there.

König goes crazy when you suck the head of his dick. Simon has this one vein on the underside of his. That's his weak spot. Have fun.

König loves it when you run your nails down his back while he's fucking you. Loves to see those marks in the mirror.

You also found that one spot on Simon's shoulder that if you bite down on it, the fucker goes crazy.

He loves covering you in hickeys, too.

König is the gentle but firm kisser. Simon is the passionate, tongue-fuck, bite-your-lip-and-leave-a-mark kisser. So bite his lower lip and leave a mark, goddamnit.

One time they were away and you were so fucking horny, you called them up. They heard you, heard your pleas as you touched yourself, as you told them you missed their hands, their mouths, and their dicks. You told them that you needed them to come home and fill you up. You moaned so wantonly and practically screamed when you came. They were dead silent the entire time.

König was so damn flustered and hard and frozen like a goddamn statue. Ghost was fucking seething. He was so fucking pissed. He was so fucking aroused. Why the fuck would you do that, knowing he wants nothing more than to be home, fucking you into the mattress, fucking your face, or god knows what else. Refused to rub one out and most definitely saved that for when he got home.

Simon and König also got you back once by calling you and making you masturbate for them. And god, you can never forget the way they sounded, authoritative, their accents heavy and thick with desire as they fucking ordered you to touch yourself and moan for them. Yeah, that's it. Moan for them, baby. Cum for them...

Oh, yeah, back to competition. One time König was away and Simon was home and you spent the better part of the day teasing him. He told you in so many words to fuck around and find out. You found out alright. Goddamn, did you find out.

He made you ride him. He made you ride him and like fuck were you stopping anytime soon. König called, Simon made you answer the phone (on speaker no less) and made you say his name ("Say it, love. Tell him who's making you fucking scream."). Oh shit. Silence on the other end. Again. Oh fuck, you knew it was on when König got home.

...And when you're busy catching your breath, sweaty and sated, wrapped in muscled arms, after some good ass sex—"Ready for another round?" What? You look up and two pairs of eyes stare back, clouded with feral want, and oh fuck—

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Till' death do us apart: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warnings: Blood, violence, harsh language, the v's. Usage of she/her pronouns, bc the character identifies mostly as a woman.

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“Hell-born, Sinners, Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are!” The crowd went wild, every single seat occupied. The lights came on, the referee advancing to the illuminated area, with the microphone in hand and a brilliant attitude.

“Here in our humble ring, I come to offer you an event that, if I say so myself, will be unforgettable. I have to show you fighters whose origin comes from Pentagram City, to the Ring of Sloth, and a last-minute addition, which I will leave for last as the pièce de resistance” hungry roars filled the place once again.

“The time has come, welcome to another night of blood, sweat and tears, please place your bets and remember that if your player loses, you can throw stones at her. May luck be on your side, and may the strength of her fists make you millionaires”.

“I hear this is your first clandestine fight, Ricky?”

“Yeah, I mean, in Greed, this type of things are very recurrent, never been to one myself till’ now, still, to think this isn’t managed by Mammon is crazy”

“Well, we have our own thing going on ‘ere”

“Seems like that, okay, so we begin with our first couple”

“Wanna know what makes my games unique?” his friend nods, sweating.

"Unlike normal boxing, hitting the back of the head or behind the head; kicking, either stepping on, or biting the opponent; holding, trapping or grabbing the opponent's arms, hips or neck are totally legal" he announced with a wicked smile.

“So, your players…”

“Either one of them surrenders and gets killed by the crowd, or they kill each other”  

You could hear the screams of the crowd through the weak walls of the dressing room, that and how much the demons were beating each other in the ring. They were going very hard at each other, it seemed.

Bloodlust must’ve been the best show this hell-hole could offer, giving that the day before, there was already word around that a fallen angel was going to fight, naturally, sinners lost their minds for that kind of proposal, tickets sold out almost immediately.

“So doll-face, I need to ask ya' a favor” Jambo walked through the doors, dangling his cigarette around in his hand, “I need you to stall the fight, I know it’s a big opponent, but don´t knock him out so quickly, and maybe let him make you bleed a little” he blew a little smoke in your face, a distorted grin adding to his fat face, as he watched your face, no reaction whatsoever.

“A bigshot is here to watch” he smiled in return of your wit, taking a few steps back as he kept gloating about his efforts, but how much does it really takes to properly advertising bloodshed? “Exactly, a true money maker that sick fucker, so the more pain he sees the more he´ll invest, and  you’ll get 20% of what he hands out, plus your wager” you nodded, not really caring how high was your cut, in your current state it was better to have a miserable pay than absolutely nothing.

You’ve spent a few days in intensive training, drawing punches to make it seem like you knew anything at all about boxing, was definitely different than waving your spear and oz around. Truth to be told, elegance and strength didn’t go well until Jambo saw you fight, it resembled a ballet, your body moving gracefully and quickly, while your fists could break the earth in two if you wanted to do so.

He loved that.

You took a deep breath, your fingers anxiously playing with the bandages covering your knuckles, they didn't let you wear the proper gloves, according to Jambo, to ensure the most damage to the recipient, however he agreed to the bandages and pads between the joints of your fingers, keeping thus, a certainty that due to an excess, whether due to adrenaline or the tension of the moment, there would be no easy way for you to break your own fingers.

“It’s time” a demoness broke the silence, you’ve been twenty minutes drifting, instead of warming up, “Thank you, wish me luck” you caught the smug smile she shot while watching you walk out of the room.

The bull-like demon awaited you on the contrary side of the squared circle, your breath caught in your throat, not because one good punch at you from his massive humanity could probably hurt a lot, no, that was a fact, but because you noticed Jambo making signals at you, his eyes looking up, making you search in the raging crowd above you, two demons highly dressed sitting in the golden section, the bigshots, you figured.

After the introductions were adjourned, the bell rang, the demon launched himself at you, fully forward hitting your chest with his elbow. You flew against the ropes, using then to propel yourself, a severe punch to the underside of his chin made him fall back against his back.

Mentally you had counted ten minutes, it was time to put an end to the constant violence, the bull took advantage of the second you took your eyes off of it to spit blood, to grab you by the neck and crash you to the ground, a dull sound accompanied your fall, it echoed through the room, a terrifyingly large crack manifesting beneath your head, shattering the floor of the ring.

Your vision clouded for a few seconds, the demon completely deforming, his figure ended up resembling a corrupted dislike of your brother Michael.

His sharp grin mocked you, “So many years of being the devil's defender. Millennia spent training, watching the world deteriorate, unable to do anything for his creations, simply leading them to their eternal punishment. How does that make you feel, Azrael? Are you letting a godless creature win? Are you really going to abandon everything you've fought for? Yourself, your brothers…” he laughed maniacally, your fists cracked due to your strength.

“Your beloved sinner husband?" he rolled his tongue in a sarcastic way on the word beloved, that is what made you lost it.

The demon saw your black eyes turn into a shiny gold color, the whites going completely black, the darkness taking you down into the deepest of the abyss. Your hands weren’t soft and white but black and sharp, breaking into his muscles, “H-Hey, the fuck are you doing!” the demon let your neck lose, air finally making its way into your lungs, giving you free range to let your voice go free in a guttural way, it made the bull shiver and start praying for his life, desperately pulling on his own skin trapped into your iron grasp.

Saying you saw red was an understatement, with a kick the demon broke free, his blood leaving a trail visible in your distorted vision, for you, he had a smirk and your wings in his hand, waving them in front of you while laughing.

“You…are unworthy of all love” you muttered for yourself, the bull looked around as the crowd demanded you to finish him, then his eyes landed on your darkened face, a cold feeling crawling up his spine. “Death, I beg you, spare my life” he cried, “Pathetic” you uttered, launching yourself at him, full speed, crashing your fist into his skull.

The dust from the already broken floor raised up, covering both of you, “Lay still, don’t move, or you’ll be dead for real” you whispered, canceling the nerves and spine of the demon under your heel.

As soon as the dust cleared everyone’s view, Jambo went ahead, taking the hand of the demon into his hands before cheering into the microphone, “He has no pulse, we have a winner!” he pulled your arm up, clearly happy with the result.

A rose fell on your face out of a sudden. The green stem laced with a black ribbon with three V’s embroidered. You couldn’t care less about it.

After the place was cleared, you found your way into the infirmary. There you found the demon, still froze in your work, which you set him free after a swift move of your fingers. His back rose up violently from the bed, his breathing intense and shaking.

“I am truly sorry” you said as soon as he calmed down a little, seeing that you weren’t angry anymore,  “I…I have seen you before, right? when I was…alive”.

“Most likely” I would be lying if you told him you remembered every single soul you meet.

“You are Death, the exorcists sent their master to kill us now?” it didn't surprised you that humans like him had little grasp in the concept of death, they chose to believe in whatever makes them feel safer, but the truth was only one.

“I don’t cause the termination of a life, your kind, and time, does that, I merely am a collector. And the extermination was an unknown term for me, until a few days ago.” Sighing, he took your hand in his, “Figuring that out, caused my fall” he hummed in response to your words.

“Are you against it?” he asked, in complete disbelief.

“I think it is cruel enough making sinners spend the rest of their afterlife among people even worse, hunting each other, so that, on top of it, the best and most sensible solution that they came up with is even more blood, pain and fear, they treated sinners like a vermin that must be eliminated, that is not correct, that is not how heaven should keep things in control” your eyes glowed almost like in the ring, making the demon shiver.

Nonetheless, he caressed your face with a tenderness, that could be considered holy, “Thank you” he starte, “If you hadn’t, they would’ve...” you nodded, offering him a sweet smile, “You may not believe me, but it is truly the least I could do in such a conundrum, I am…glad I stopped when I did”, he laughed and agreed with you.

⚰️ 📻

“Hey doll, come ‘ere” Jambo called you as soon as he saw you coming out of the infirmary.

As you came closer, you noticed two demons in front of him, the air thickened more and more as you got closer.

“This are Vox and Valentino, our main patrons, Overlords of hell” the fancy suited man nodded, his head was rectangular and resembled a television, how odd. “Charmed” you lied, feeling the icks as the taller demon eyed you up and down with a smile on his face, and red drool coming down his chin.

“My, my, what a ravishing creature you are” he had four limbs, one of them grabbed your hand, harshly pulled you close,  you mad the mistake od flinching at the touch of his golden claws againt the curve of your waist, his smile widening at it.

“How much you want for her?” Valentino asked, not taking his red gaze off of you, “Name your price, shitbag, we don’t have all day” he urged after getting no response.

“She’s one of my best fighters, there’s no way in hell I’m givin’ her away” being under contract with him gave him that upper hand, him thinking he owned your soul.

But how could you? When there was never a soul to begin with?

“Well that can be arranged” the moth pulled a pink gun, and without even blinking, the deafening sound lead to another, Jambo’s body collapsed, lifeless against the floor, “A real fallen Angel video, will make me rich”.

You made no attempt to move, one of his hands was dangerously close to the hem of your scars, if he touched them, you would probably have to clean his rests off the walls.

“No, thank you” the hand in your back crawled its way up to forcefully lift your chin up, “I don’t think you’re in position to refuse us, perra” another word for bitch, is that the best he could do?

After a few seconds of silence, your laughter echoed in the hall, “Go ahead, you two have not a single speck of dirt about me that I care being spread to the masses, not anyone that I care enough that could easily fall into your hands, and there is no amount of torture you can practice on me that will make me change my mind” you hissed at the incremental of his grasp on you, “So, gentleman, what card will you play against me now?” this time It was Valentino's time to laugh.

“You know~, I just remembered I like to play with my toys before sharing" he licked his lips with his long tongue, moaning in anticipation before finishing his sentence, his lips ghosting yours, "Can't wait to destroy you".

“I can already see the title of the film, 'Exorcist, divine punishment' first of two parts" you felt a sting on the back of your neck, then everything began to spin, dizziness took over you, losing strength, visibility,

"You can do better 'Tino" the TV man sassed, taking a strand of your hair into his claws, admiring how soft it was.

“Shut the fuck up Vox, see you on the other side, preciosa” he purred before you lost all senses.

It all fade to black.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #the vees #valentino #voxval #valvox #hazbin hotel valentino

[amywritesthings]

SEEING YOU, SEEING ME (5/7)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: After handling a life-or-death favor for Tess, you’re in deep shit. Until she can make things right, she suggests you lay low at her place for the week. The issue? It’s also Joel Miller’s place, and you’re pretty sure he hates you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! No Minors! Pre-TLOU, One Bed Trope, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Orgasms (2), Sexual Tension, Dirty talk, Pet names, Touch Starved!Joel, Age gap/difference, Slow burn, Semi-Enemies to Fuckers

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CHAPTER 5: IN THE AIR TONIGHT

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Hours later, you’re still awake.

By the sound of dying Fedra truck tires in the distance, the quarantine zone is not. It's quiet in the whistle of the wind. Dead to the world. Peaceful.

However, your mind won't allow you a modicum of the same. Not as you sit against the wall, legs outstretched with crossed ankles on the mattress. Your arms wrap around your torso, fists tightening every several minutes just to bring you back from the broken record images playing in your mind.

What once was a single now becomes a record of snapshots: Joel leaning with his forearm against the archway. Joel sitting with legs spread at his dining table.

Joel standing, staring, with such a dark intensity that it's now properly burned to the back of your skull.

Your hands clench again, remembering how he did the same when you said it’d been a long time since you had anyone.

He was so close. You could practically feel the tickle of his mustache on your lips.

He took the first touch. He made the first step.

Now he was further than ever.

Why did it matter? This entire operation — this life-saving favor — was supposed to be a few days of laying low while Tess handled the logistics of what it would take for Boston QZ to be a civil circle of neutrality once again among thieves. It just so happened that Tess lived with Joel Miller, and Joel Miller was going to be another body in a long line of survivors trying to get by.

Joel was never going to see you like you saw him.

He was merely a man who worked the same lousy, high-paying jobs as you. Lines were blurred, but that only made the future worse.

You said it wasn’t in the cards to date or find a comfortable life here or be anything beyond a feeling.

You didn’t realize wanting to hurt spoke to Joel because he was dying to hurt, too.

A noise floats through the apartment.

You pause in your thoughts, sitting up straighter with your shoulders squaring in mild alarm.

A beat passes.

The world around you is silent.

Then you hear the same quiet, strangled sound coming from the other room once more.

Without leaving the bed, you listen to hone in on its location: there. Towards the living room wall where the couch lay. Your gaze drops to the bottom right corner of the wall, waiting to register what it might be.

The strangled sound returns, except this time it sounds suppressed. Lodged in a throat.

It's accompanied by something rhythmic.

Something wet.

A bone-chilling cold passes through your body in one-fell swoop when you realize:

It’s Joel.

It’s Joel and he’s jerking off on the couch.

Every muscle in your body freezes, afraid that the older man could catch on that you've heard. If you move, then you may not be able to take the point of no return back. If you speak, then he may never look at you again.

Joel Miller, in your life and gone just as fast.

So you do something else in the night, in the quiet.

Slowly your hand glides along the sheet and smooths along your hip, to the button of your jeans. Your thumb pops it open, exposing the waistband of your dark underwear beneath.

(If you want to regret something, then it won’t be this.)

There is another low sound from the other room — a shudder of a breath, which only sets your blood aflame — that confirms what you’re hearing.

Without another thought, your hand slips under the fabric to find you’re already wet. Soundlessly you whimper, jaw shaking as you set in a slowed circle to test the waters. Your ears are trained on the sound in the other room, overly aroused by your own imagination:

Joel lying back on the couch with his arm thrown over his eyes. A fist clenched tight to keep some semblance of control. His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping with urgency to get this done and over with before you wake up.

You can just imagine his denim shirt raised up and over his belly just in case he comes too fast.

Your hand moves faster.

It’s taking everything in you to be quiet.

The happy trail drawing from his belly button to his cock. The scars you could memorize with your lips. His hand in your hair to keep you trapped there on your knees.

And you don’t mean to.

You don’t mean to moan, but it slips faster than you can hold it in.

Instantly the noises stop from the other room.

Besides the rustling of your hand in your pants, the apartment is silent.

Shit.

You stop despite the cresting orgasm, jaw set tight.

Then a voice speaks from the other room, husky and out of breath:

“Go slower.”

You don’t breathe.

Can’t, not when you’re grappling with the fact that yes, that’s Joel Miller talking in the dark and yes, he’s very aware of what you’re doing in his home, in his bed, and his first thought isn’t to chastise you for depravity.

Maybe he’s talking to himself.

Maybe he’s doing this in his sleep and you’re just privy to hearing about it by mistake.

Then he speaks again, and you could cum on the spot.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Lips parted and dry, you stare wide-eyed at the ceiling.

Against your better judgment you respond, quiet and meek.

“No.”

“Then what’re you doing?”

Swallowing thickly, you edge your fingers back under the waistband of your underwear.

“Going slow,” you shakily answer the disembodied demands of Joel Miller, eager to please despite the agony that comes with resuming lazy circles around your clit.

You need relief.

(You need to understand what the fuck is happening right now.)

“Good," he responds, words drunken with a southern drawl. "And you keep going slow no matter how bad you wanna speed up, is that understood?”

You don't know how to respond. Between the whiplash of what he left you with and where you're at now, you feel like you're going out of your mind.

"You gonna listen?" he repeats when you don't immediately answer his request.

No, his demand.

(Holy shit.)

“I told you that I — listened earlier,” you say in a hiccup of a gasp when that electric spark returns, "didn’t I? Of course I'll be good for you.”

Joel returns the sentiment with an appreciative groan, and your head lulls towards the wall as if you’ll be able to see straight through it.

(You want to see him so badly.)

Speaking up, talking back, takes a leap of courage, but you run the mile anyway. “...are you going slow, too?”

Because you know.

Joel must know that you know. That you've heard him pleasuring himself despite being only a mere few feet from you.

(That you’re only doing this because you heard him first.)

“Real slow,” he answers with a vulnerable honesty that surprises you, under his breath and softer than expected.

It takes everything within you not to speed up; not without his command. “Is this — Is this payback for the drinking game?”

The idea makes him chuckle on the other side of the wall, but it sharpens in a shaken gasp of his own.

“Not payback, darlin’.”

The rogue use of a pet name almost — almost — makes you beg, but you lick the seam of your lips and find your center to reply.

“It sure feels like it.”

The audacity is that your annoyed reply makes him hum in amusement. Then he speaks again, and all bets are off.

“What if I let you go faster? Would that make you feel better?”

“Jesus Christ, Miller.”

What changed between his cold rejection a mere few hours ago and now? Why was he so willing to bend the rules, change the game, without so much as looking at you?

Then you realize:

It’s easier not to see.

Two people in the same home in two separate rooms is much less intimate than the real deal. Earlier wasn’t an outright rejection, but a test of faith.

Nothing about this will be soft, or kind.

(Or real.)

“It would,” you answer after thickly swallowing, the ache between your legs becoming too much.

“Good,” Joel replies from the couch. “You only get what I’m willing to give, and m’feeling generous.” 

You exhale heavily in relief as your fingers quicken their pace on your clit, satisfied to finally feel the familiar waves in your lower belly. Joel must have sped up on his own accord as well, because you hear his breathy grunts labor with an urgency parallel to your own.

This is really happening.

You feel delirious yet blissful all the same.

There is so much you want to say. So much to ask. So much you want to hear, see, taste.  

(Alive; this is what it must mean to feel alive.)

“Miller—”

“Joel.”

The interruption of your whimper causes you to turn your gaze once more to the wall as if he'll be standing there. He isn't.

“What?”

“Joel,” he demands from the couch, interrupting what little control you had in this situation. “You say my name when you cum, y’hear?”

“Fuck—”

“Are you close?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.”

“Joel,” you moan on command without hesitation, louder than intended. “Jesus, fuck, Joel, I’m so fucking cl—”

You tense at an explosion of an orgasm. Stars blind your eyes as you squeeze them shut and ride out the tumultuous waves, bucking into your hand. Every sensation is intense — the fact that Joel can hear every little whine of his name on your tongue is too much — but it’s too late to go back.

Especially when he follows you over the edge.

Joel Miller sounds positively sinful when he comes. Abandoned yet full of control, his labored breathing halts in a groan, but not without a bitten attempt at your name.

The sounds simmer, dying off to a sigh of relief — then nothing.

Silence.

Once more dissolving to only just the wind in the air tonight.

You remain in his bed, breathing heavily up at the ceiling with your hand still in your underwear. What feels like hours pass where you wait for him to walk around the wall, to leave all caution to the wind, but he doesn’t.

In the afterglow, he says nothing.

He never leaves the couch, so you never leave his bed.

He asked, so you listen.

You listen and never leave his bed and eventually drift to a peaceful sleep. 

Author's Note: Maybe I was too on-the-nose with the song choice this chapter, lol.

Feeling refreshed and excited after my mini-hiatus! I truly appreciate all of the support on this fic. Just… wow. I am such a lucky author, I really am. Thanks again for reading.

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[eddie-brii]

Author's notes: So it finally happened, the rating has gone up to spicy for Kisses! Please don't read if you are under 18 or if this kind of content makes you uncomfortable. I'm still posting the fic here as well so if you don't have AO3 you can still read it. Also please send love to my proof reader Crystal, she doesn't really read Fanfiction and this is definitely not her cup of tea. She suffers through this as a favor to me. 😅

Kisses-Afterglow

Jason’s forehead rested on his forearms while his hands were grasped together as if he was in prayer. His arms had given out a while ago from trying to hold himself upright. His legs were trembling as well, but Salim held his hips up as he thrust hard into the marine. Jason lost any control over the sounds that he was making after the older man found his prostate. Salim seemed to make it his mission to hit that same spot every time he pushed in, leaving Jason panting and moaning from overstimulation.

“Pl-please Salim! I-I don’ know how m-much mo-re I can f-fuckin’ t-take!” The marine cried out after a particularly hard thrust pressed him further into the mattress. The sheets underneath Jason’s weeping cock a mess from coming twice already.

The older man wasn’t fairing much better as his grip tightened and his hips snapped forward franticly. A hand found its way to Jason’s length. Sliding up and down at the same pace as the man behind him moved. The marine gave a muffled scream as he came one last time. His hips jerking to get away from consistent pressure against the bundle of nerves inside him. With one final thrust Salim’s head fell back as he called out the younger man’s name, Jason feeling warmth fill him as his partner finally came.

Jason shuddered when Salim pulled out, feeling wetness running down his thighs before he felt a towel gently wiping away the mess. After they were both cleaned Salim turned and pulled Jason against his chest. He pressed kisses along Jason’s neck and face before claiming his lips. Returning the kiss enthusiastically, Jason clung to the older man as he came down from the high.

“I did not hurt you, did I?” Salim asked, his face filled with concern as he noticed Jason trembling when his slid his hands along his back.

“No, but Goddamn Salim. I thought you said you were worried about your stamina?!” The older man looked sheepish, opting to continue leaving kisses along Jason’s jaw before answering.

“In my defense, I have not had such… excitement in quite some time.” He murmured against the skin under Jason’s ear, causing the younger man to shiver. He felt Salim smile before he started running his fingers through the marine’s hair.

“No wonder ya were so good with that stake. Ya were so pent up the fuckers didn’t stand a chance.” Jason chuckled before yelping. Salim having turned them over to where he was overtop the younger man before trailing kisses along his shoulders.

“Darlin’, I don’t think I can do another round of…that.” Despite the protest, Jason leaned his head to side. Giving Salim better access to his pulse point as the older man sucked on his skin before gently biting down. The marine brought a hand to Salim’s hair while he groaned. Wrapping the other arm around his partner when he hummed along his skin in response. In part to simply hold the older man but also to keep him from moving further down.

Salim slid back towards the younger man’s lips after he’d left marks along his pale skin. Giving him a deep kiss before switching their positions and tucking Jason’s head under his chin.

“Rest, Jarhead. We have plenty of time for us to continue when you’re not so spent.”

“Hmmm, maybe next time you’ll let me make you a mess?” There was an impish smile on Jason’s lips after he heard Salim’s breath hitch at the possibility. The older man’s next words made Jason break into a full grin he was sure his partner could feel.

“I look forward to it.”

#house of ashes #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #hoa #jalim #jason kolchek x salim othman #eddie writes

[kakovoulos]

Some Modern AU HC's I laughed about with Milk in DMs

He is 1 year older than Satoru, and 8 years older than Yuji.

He plays the guitar, smokes that good-good, has NO friends (maybe Uraume), a delinquent, started his tattoo journey at 15 with a whole back tattoo, then casually adding more as time goes on. Has multiple piercing's. Can cook in this AU, and actually really good at it.

Loner delinquent in school. No one talked to him, and he didn't talk to anyone either. School was boring and he barely attended class, but he was in no way stupid. He would still turn in his assignments with above average scores. Applying himself he could have easily scored top 10 in his grade.

Instead he skips classes to go get stoned because he doesn't care and does whatever he wants

Spoiled rotten as he grew up til Yuji came along. Relentlessly bullies Yuji every day despite the age gap. Hates how he has to be a good role model and share his stuff with the little shit. Also mom dotes on this kid too much? Gets jealous stupid easily and hates it. Convinced Yuji exists for him to bully the shit out of only.

When Yuji and Megumi become friends, Satoru is the one who often came to pick up his little brother after playdates. Sukuna didn't even know who Satoru was even though he's the "popular prince" of their school. Satoru starts inviting himself over after seeing Sukuna cook once and was enamoured. This started the end of everything for Sukuna both at home and school.

Satoru would NOT leave Sukuna the fuck alone.

All of a sudden this weird mother fucker starts trying to hang out with him and befriend him like WHY????? Sukuna is so confused because he has no friends, and preferred it that way. All of a sudden this random ass dude just starts hanging off his shoulder?

They threw hands once and it ended in a tie. Sukuna never fought anyone who was able to almost beat him, and he started to respect Satoru a little bit more, or take actual notice of him at least.

After this, the whole vibe of the school changed seeing the two hang out more. Girls got jealous cause they're being ignored for this loner ass delinquent, but they don't do/say anything cause Sukuna believes in equal rights means equal fights.

This ofc means Satoru is at Sukuna and Yuji's place a lot along with Megumi. They all play video games together. Sukuna spends less time torturing Yuji because of Satoru.

At some point Sukuna finds out Satoru is bi, but Sukuna swears up and down he's not attracted to guys at all. That said, they skipped class once and Satoru went back to class limping. For Sukuna, he wasn't gay but a 20 is a 20 🧍‍♂️

Sukuna, in fact, is not gay. Satoru is just an extraordinary exception. (he's like extremely demiromantic/aromantic)

Satoru gave Sukuna Valentines chocolate and became Public Enemy Number 1 for the remainder of his time at school. That said, Sukuna didn't start returning the favor until their last year in high school.

After they graduated, Sukuna gets a job at Waffle House (or whatever the equivalent there is in Japan) and Satoru gets his own job. They work and go to college together, eventually even getting an apartment with each other. And they were roommates 👀

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋. 𝟎𝟎𝟏 / ooc #𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄. 𝟎𝟏𝟓 / modern au #theres a LOT we plotted a fuckton in DMs and it was a fucking joy

[aleksa-sims]

My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: addiction, drugs, withdrawal symptoms

When I got up this morning, Daniel wasn’t in bed. It was only 5 am, so I went over to check on him. He was totally tense & restless. I knew what was wrong with him! I was in this damn situation often enough myself. But why does he have withdrawal symptoms? Actually, this should not happen! He’s got his drug substitutes, just like I had mine. 🤷‍♀️

Daniel got methadone when he started his therapy 2 years ago. Recently he stopped this drug with his doc and got other pills. Another opiate! One that actually just keeps you from getting physical withdrawal symptoms. It doesn’t make you high or anything. This drug only helps to alleviate physical withdrawal, with the goal of one day, to completely stop it. But since Daniel and I relapsed together 3 months ago and have continued to use drugs like two crazy, life-weary........ addicts, this drug had no effect. 😟 😢

Me: Daniel! 😧 Are you ok? Didn’t you take your pill today?

Daniel: I need... MORE!!!  👿

Me: You want my pill? Then you’d have two, but- ....ugh 🤦‍♀️ , what am I talking? 😩 It’s no use anyway! You need something stronger! I could take you to the addiction clinic!! There’s an emergency room & you’ll get methadone. I got that once there.

Daniel: I don’t want that fucking methadone! This shit just makes me even more sick! I will somehow get through the weekend and on Monday, I go to my doc!! 

Me: You can’t do this! 😟 You need help! A cold turkey without medical help, thats....insane! 😨 But... can’t you call Dominick? I mean, he’s been getting us something the last few days? 🤷‍♀️

Daniel: I called D.! He went to that fucker Tarek, to ge me something! But he won’t be here till tomorrow.

Me: You know what? I’ll call that guy Mike. I’ll get you what you need.

Daniel: I can’t let that happen!😠 This is not good for us!  I don’t want you to buy drugs for me and meet those... people alone!!

Me: I can dig that, you know? And tbh, I’ve met him a few times alone. He’s fast and uncomplicated. Don’t worry, I can do it.

Daniel: You stay here or go back to your parents. That might be best for you anyway! Or go to Philip or anyone else. But you’re not dating those fucking dealers for me. If, I’ll do it myself! 😠 🤕

Me: You can’t! 😨 And that guy, Mike, only comes when I call him or- ...Sofia!!!😲...Yeah, I’ll call Sof! She’ll help us! She owes me some favors! And I will stay with you! I will not leave! 😟 😢

Daniel: Idk? 😩

I called Sofia and she’s coming.

Me: She’s coming! It’ll be over soon. Come with me, maybe you can fall asleep somehow? You look absolutely exhausted.😟

Daniel: You talk like you don’t know what I’m going through. Do you think I can fucking sleep now? 😠... Look, I demand nothing from you! You don’t have to take care of me! Just please leave me alone and stop talking.

I left Daniel alone and took care of his kitty in the bedroom. I knew he was desperate and had hellish pain 😟 .....Some hours later, Sofia came! But Sofia couldn’t meet Mike yet, after all, she owed him money and she had none. 

Sofia (to me): What’s up, A.? 😧 And... why the hell are you half naked?🤨

Me: 😭 😭  Idk what to do? He needs help! Urgent!! And I can’t do anything, he won’t let me.

Sofia: Did he hurt you? 😟 I will help you! No matter what you need.

Me: What? NO! 😩 🤦‍♀️ He’s really sick! I’m totally confused and worried about him, I didn’t even have time to get dressed, you know? Please help us! Can you meet this  guy Mike?

Sofia: He-he 😬...okay, but you know? I owe him money.

Me: Damn, Sofia!!!! How much???? 😩 🤷‍♀️

Sofia: 200! But he said, if I return 50 today, he will come.  I will need about 2 hours until I am back. Sorry. It’s not my fault, that motherfucker Mike needs an hour before he can come.

Me: Ugh no! Two more hours? But....come on in first.

Me (to Daniel): Sofia is here, D.! Only two more hours! Hold on! We can do it! You & I! 😟

Sofia: Holy shit!!! 😱  That’s not how I remembered Daniel! 

Me: Sofia!! 😠

Sofia: I’ll get him this shit, but if something goes wrong, you have to take him to a doc!

Daniel (to me): Can we trust her, babe? 😕

Me: Don’t worry! Sofia’s never been to this damn club with me. She doesn’t know anyone from there and nobody knows her!

Sofia: You look like shit, man! Totally shit! I know how it feels! And believe me, you won’t last until Monday! You’re a smack junky!

Daniel: I don’t bang, you crazy freak! 😒

Sofia: The way you look...I’m not sure, dude! 🤨

Me: Shut up, Sofia! Daniel DOESN’T shoot! 😠 ...And look at yourself, how you look! I mean Daniel is going through hell rn, but you, you’re fine. Or maybe not?... Anyway! Can I rely on you?

Sofia: I’ll be back in two hours! And just by the way!I look like I always do. You’re the one running around naked.

Me: Well!...Here, take that! And now you owe ME,50 €! 🤨

Daniel: We just gave that sick person our money. If she doesn’t come back, I’ll kill her!

Me: Yeah, Sof’s such a pain! But she keeps her word! And now come on! Let’s go to the bathroom! Water has helped me with my pain and it will give you some relief. Just try....And don’t smoke so much Daniel, it doesn’t help! 😕

Daniel: Yeah, you’re right!... And I’m sorry, I was rude to you, I’m just not used to being helped. But I’m glad you’re with me.

Me: And I stay with you! That’s what I want! You were there for me too, but even if not, I would stay with you. 😳

Daniel:....Are you coming?... Just distract me, please.

I told Daniel to take a shower and it actually relaxed him a bit. He was still very tense and nervous, but I think, I could help him a bit, by just being there for him. All this made a strong bond between us. But we got lost and caught up in that..... intense rush of emotions. The perfect illusion. But the cruel reality will soon catch up with us and show us that we have barely escaped death.

And let’s see if Sofia will come back. 🤨 Actually I thought it couldn’t get any worse. But I learned that this is possible! Even when I had reached the low point, I learned, it can still get worse. Nevertheless, I am not a pessimistic person! I have always told myself that in the end, everything will be fine! 😟

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #my rl with my simself #simself #myrlgameplay #18+ content #cw drugs #cw addiction #cw adult themes #cw smoking #cw withdrawal #cw pain

[darth-atarah]

EPISTULAE - Those Five Years

A series of letters my characters send to each other or to some companions between 16 and 21 ATC, while the Outlander is frozen in carbonite. I may write more of them in the future as I figure out what everyone of them was doing, and I will update this post.

See the end for some notes.

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The Force has spoken to me once more. For what our differences are, I know it has spoken to you as well.

I am going into hiding, and bring those who want to follow me. You may criticize me for my cowardice or inertness in your next letter if you wish, but I hope one day I can explain you my reasons for such a choice in person, and that you will understand.

For the first time in months, the path is clear. It is now the moment for us to retire, so we can return stronger in the future, and fight once more.

“When the Faithful shall doubt

When the Proud shall rest in pride

and the One who once escaped will dare to look behind,

The Spark shall ignite once again”

This is what my visions said to me, this is the time when we will act. Though when this future will come, I do not know. For now, all I can hope is that, when the signs will manifest, you and I will be able to recognize them.

Until then, stay safe.

S.N.

[Classified dispatch delivered to Darth Nox, 18 ATC]

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Theron,

I had good news from my sister, more or less. Some days ago, a group of Zakuulans arrived to her enclave, disguised as refugees. They definitely knew were to look and for who. Sofia obviously had them spitting out everything in a matter of hours with all that charm of her. I would have opted for a blaster to their heads, but that’s not the point.

They’re deserters, Theron, DESERTERS. And apparently willing to give some infos you and Lana might want to hear, but let’s leave the rest for when we meet in person. Those fuckers already know too much about my businesses for my own tastes.

As if we hadn’t our hands full already, their leader says one of the damn Knights is hunting him down. We have to move quickly, I’ll find a way to have him brought here, so I can see for myself if this guy is as useful as Sof says. She also kept mentioning some Force vision and one of those cryptic poems she writes, but I think I’ll keep relying on facts.

Whatever blasted hell you are in, fly safe.

Elias

[Message delivered to Theron Shan’s personal shuttle, 19 ATC]

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Malavai,

By the time you read this, I will already be in the Unknown Regions.

I know I will disappoint you with my decision, and as I leave Dromund Kaas that is my only regret. But my instincts have never betrayed me, and it is my intention to follow them, even if this time they bring me far from you, from our son and our home.

For the first time, Lana and Theron seem to have a true lead. A part of me still refuses the idea of a single Jedi being the key of this war, but I am willing to take the risk if this can save the Empire from its degrading condition.

I now speak to you not as your Lord, not as the Empire’s Wrath, but just as a wife, and a mother. In the name of what we shared, I ask you to read carefully.

This message will automatically delete as soon as you close it. For no reason you must be linked to my actions in any way. If there is any affection for me left in your heart, do not try to reach out to me until I do it myself. Do not try to find me, or send agents trying to.

Take our son and leave Kaas City. To defy the Council has consequences, the capital is NOT safe.

Watch over Vidarr and stay safe, my love.

Rhy’Lis

[Automatic message sent to Captain Malavai Quinn’s personal frequency, 19 ATC]

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Consider yourself lucky, for your husband had the sense to contact me instead of his dear High Command before the whole Empire could learn about your foolish act.

I won’t even begin to explain how much of what we were planning is now undone. I thought you had come to terms with your mistake of favoring Acina, years ago. All she was able to do was condemning us all to this humiliating subjection. Your support to my claim as Emperor would have been invaluable, since every other remaining Lord seems to lack any sense or nerve in these times. In light of your recent actions and the chaos that will succeed, I have no other choice than to keep working in the shadows.

But it is not my intention to send my army after you, or the Intelligence, not for the moment, even if it would be my pleasure to scold you in person. Another one already came to me before, sure that what you, Shan and Beniko intend to do it is the ultimate solution to turn the tables of this conflict. I remain skeptical about said “solution”, but should you succeed in your search, I will follow the developments with great interest.

I will do what I can so no one learns about your true purpose. However, I don’t think I will be able to do much for the reputation you shall gain in the eyes of the Dark Council and of the Empress. Most likely, they will decide to mark you as a traitor when Zakuul comes to us, demanding explanations for the sudden absence of the Wrath.

I trust you won’t be foolish enough to answer this message. I will wait for more favorable times, should you hear from me again.

Nox

[Encrypted message delivered to the Empire’s Wrath personal ship, 20 ATC]

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It has to be tonight, Elara.

We finally have a lead. If what I learned from Theron and Lana is true, we are closer to Master Mynehart than ever before.

My family got us an unregistered ship that will be ready by the end of the day, settled on a route for Zakuul. No one will stop us at the spaceport.

Aric and Yuun are coming too, and I was able to persuade the others. We’ll leave Forex behind for now, too many risks. And I heard nothing from Tanno.

I am aware of the position I am putting you in, but this inertness is sickening to say the least. Havoc’s dismissal was the last insult; as a soldier of the Republic I can’t tolerate this situation any longer.

Docking bay 61-b, 20.00

I trust to see you there, my friend.

Clotilde

[Message delivered to Sergeant Elara Dorne, later turned in to Supreme Commander Jace Malcom, 20 ATC]

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THE SPARK IGNITES ONCE AGAIN

THE SPARK IGNITES ONCE AGAIN

THE SPARK IGNITES ONCE AGAIN

[Transmission repeated on every available frequency approximately 48 hours after the Outlander’s escape, 21 ATC. Zakuulan Intelligence wasn’t able to detect the exact source]

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NOTES:

Battlemaster Phoebe Mynehart is the Outlander.

My Sith Warrior, Rhy’Lis Akrasia, joined Lana and Theron on their search for the Outlander.

Barsen’thor Sofia Naerie and Domiras Kallig aka Darth Nox have been secretly in contact, exchanging informations and trying to limit the sabotage actions between the Republic and the Empire. Rumor has it that they have been emotionally involved.

My Smuggler, Elias Naerie, is Sofia’s older brother and helps her by smuggling goods and transporting refugees to various safehouses around the Galaxy.

Clotilde Feyre, my Trooper, remained in command of Havoc Squad, and is an open opposer to the peace treaties with Zakuul.

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #the old republic #oc: phoebe mynehart #oc: rhy’lis akrasia #oc: sofia naerie #oc: domiras kallig #oc: Clotilde Feyre #swtor outlander #knights of the fallen empire #knights of the eternal throne #swtor kotfe #swtor kotet #slight canon divergence #swtor fanfiction #swtor writing #swtor worldbuilding #yes the poem is terrible but I didn’t come up with anything better lmao

[hyatoro]

Childhood Friends Pt 2

Part 1

Forewarning I did not do Tatanka’s prompt. It’s me analyzing him and talking about how little info we have on the dude. Don and Panther are filled though. 

Donald Oberman (Mr.Don)

Since the president was only “recently elected” (in the manga) he likely didn’t become the “President’s son” until the past year or so. That being said, Arnold Oberman was definitely some sort of politician until he got elected. You can tell by the way Donald behaves now that he was never low or middle class. Maybe he’d describe his family as “upper middle” class, but we all know that people don’t know what that means. He’s upper class and he acts like it too. What I’m trying to say is that these bitches don’t know what broke tastes like.

Don went to a private school basically his entire life. He didn’t stay in one of those residential ones, just the day schools. This is where you met him. You had to have met him in early childhood. It’s not that he wasn't sociable but you can tell that while he does have peers he doesn’t have many people he considers friends. But you guys started out with the simplest “lets be friends!” because that’s how easy it was as kids.

Though there are times where the friendship seems one sided he’s just as ride or die for you as you are for him. You offer a different perspective for him all the time and even if he thinks your opinion is dumb he rarely thinks it’s pointless. It’s actually interesting for him to think about why you see things a certain way when you two grew up so similarly.

Even though he’s 100% an underage drinker he doesn’t pressure you if you make it clear that you don’t want to. If anything that just means more good stuff for him. Does get drunk in your presence but not so much that you’d need to physically support him. Just enough to vibe.

I’m also going to say that you guys made a bet on what his jersey number should be and he lost and that’s how it became 69.

Patrick Spencer (Panther)

I just reread the manga and his parents broke up and the one taking care of him passed away, and that’s how his grandma ended up being his guardian. Double checked and yeah. “Separated from his parents through divorce and death” Volume 36, Chapter 323.

Completely different from Don, Panther absolutely knows what broke tastes like. But he’s such a good natured boy that he doesn’t let it dampen his spirits. And with the way I know his grandmama raised him she did her best to make sure he didn’t feel the worst of it. Your family wasn’t in as bad of a financial state, but enough where you’d go to school with him or see him around the neighborhood. You guys would love to play catch together and whenever he practiced his running once he became interested in football you’d be the one to time him.

Your family would invite his family over every other week for dinner and his grandma would make sure he was always in his nice clothes. His family would return the favor, but it was usually just you coming over and enduring his grandma’s oatmeal. The adults knew how it looked, but his grandma was grateful that they’d let her feed you as some sort of exchange. Ever hear about how some lady would always ask for salt from her neighbor despite already having some so that the neighbor would feel better about asking for anything they needed? Same concept.

When Panther was getting shit on by Apollo you were so close to getting in a screaming match with the racist fucker, but luckily Panther calmed you down. You understood his logic, but it still broke your heart nonetheless how Apollo treated him just because of his own stupid reasons. You were also his biggest cheerleader when he started making huge strides towards his dream. You try to make it to most of his games, at least early on, and he always has a ticket and a high five for you no matter how the game goes.

Tatanka

This man has NO information. Literally the least info of all the Pentagon. Also he’s not 7 feet like the wiki states. 210cm is 6ft 10 ½ in. A little more. But not 7 feet. Still tall as fuck though. Tall enough that that’s all the info we have on him excluding his game stats. I had to go and reread AGAIN to get any info on what he’s like. So I will be recapping bits of what he’s like as a refresher for all of us instead.

100% spoilers below if you haven’t finished Eyeshield 21.

When Gao and Don first face off Bud starts betting on who would win. Bud places 50$ and then Tatanka says he’ll go for 3000$. This can be multiple things. He has that kind of money. Or he doesn’t have that kind of money and he’s just saying it for fun. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did because everyone else in the pentagon aside from Panther has money, but he could also just be from a middle class family and is just shouting that high number because 1) it’s a joke, and 2) that’s how confident in Don he is.

When he knocks down Kid’s pass he taunts Monta by wondering why he thought he could compete against Bud. Then he proceeds to say bullshit about how the it’s not a game but a slaughter show for the US and how it wasn’t an arena for them, who are “physically inferior” to compete anyway. Apparently he was speaking weird and Panther pointed it out. Turns out he was trying to be like Don and learn multiple languages at the same time, thus confusing words. Then he proceeds to taunt Kid by acknowledging his skill but then saying that he’d be number five, a substitute and how he can’t destroy his Human Dome. So he knows how to shit talk.

Don’t like the whole physically inferior bullshit, but the whole last American arc was hella weird with the physical comparisons. Especially “the run of a black man” shit that popped up so often. Like I get the whole underdog vibe and how yeah naturally asian people aren’t as big on average, but damn the vibes were weird. Still love Eyeshield 21, but it definitely has its flaws.

Panther wants to go 1v1 with Shin, but then stumbles back and is like “wait but if it’s linebackers then it’s Tatanka who’s the best right?” cause even though it’s a 1v1 he’s just clearing the air that Tatanka’s the best linebacker don’t worry right ok ok. And how he just wants to face off against Shin cause he’s a rival he respects. I love Panther. He's so cute. But then Tatanka responds with “Either way I can’t imagine how such a small man as that Shin should be a worthy opponent for you, Panther.” Again with the whole size difference means inferior thing, but I do believe that part of it is his faith in his teammates abilities. Like these past 3 instances of seeing him on screen have been of him being like yeah my teammates can crush you fuckers. Don, Bud, Panther.

Next panel we see is of him underestimating Musashi’s kick. How at 54 yards it’d be hard. That’s it.

He then gets absolutely played by Hiruma and Agon’s Chris Cross. He does borrow Don’s “it’s sad” quote. Literally saying “It’s a shame. If I had to say it like Don. It’s sad…” He then gets bamboozled.

Next panel of him is him talking about how Clifford dodged the triple blitz with a spin and how Clifford is faster than Agon.

And then the next is him talking about how Don can get up instantly after getting knocked down. How he’s a top class linemen and that’s why he can't be beat.

Then he’s starting to have a mental breakdown as the Japan team makes a comeback, claiming how the five men of the Pentagram are the five strongest men in the world. And then he gets shocked when Sakuraba and Takami do their tall pass. Then he gets even more frantic the closer things get.

So basically most of what we see of Tatanka is him saying that the Pentagon is the strongest and can’t be beat. A positive spin to this is that he’s confident in his and his teammates’ abilities. The other side to this is that he’s being arrogant, which really shows when he says all those “physically inferior” things. Part of it could just be his environment because everyone else also seems to think this way. He does respect those in the Pentagon and holds them to a high degree, most notably with Don. He just has this mindset of “I’m one of the best. I have to be the best.” and that’s a lot of stress to put on himself, which is clearly shown when he starts to unravel at the thought of being on par with people he so strongly believed were inferior. That may seem like a lot of text up there but that’s what it all boils down to. Justice for Tatanka. He needs more back story considering he’s one of the Pentagon.

Don is the President’s kid and has that rivalry with Gao. Clifford vs Hiruma. We love Panther. And Bud even has that movie star background to play into. Also Tatanka isn’t seen at the casino arc while the rest of them were there, though Panther and Bud were just watching Clifford. Though there is a possibility of the casino being owned by Tatanka’s family, what with all the stereotypes the final Eyeshield 21 arc has thrown at us. We don’t know though.

Honestly that’s probably the most someone has thought about Tatanka. Boy didn’t even get a full name.  

#eyeshield 21 #eyeshield 21 x reader #donald oberman #tatanka #patrick spencer #es21 panther #mr. don #request #i already reread es21 like 3 days ago and even i had to go back and recap those little bits of tatanka #cause the things he said couldve just as easily been a side character talking from the sidelines #he deserves more info #all he has is being tall

[leam1983]

Respite

The dogpile's found its way to the couch again. Walt's been swallowing flies all afternoon, so we're guaranteed a peppy Polycule Dad for the evening. As a result, our eyes might be closed, but we're deep in discussion.

"It's just - homophobia feels like a termite infestation, to me," he says. "You're both right, I would've steamrolled these two idiots in any other setting. When I don't have wiggle room, though, or have a sense that slurs are being tossed in my face while I'm on my playing field, they just sort of stick to me, and wriggle their way through everything I've built. All the rationalizations, the self-soothing measures and..."

He pauses, and I feel him smirk. "And the literal fat I've packed on. Yes, that too. On my best of days, I feel my own weight as a positive. I feel big. I feel solid. I feel dependable."

There's a sigh. "Because I couldn't pivot and because these fuckers left me no breathing room, they just ate through it all like termites through softwood. One of them eventually tossed a barb about how I couldn't possibly last in bed, couldn't possibly satisfy anyone - and they echoed the exact same words my ex used to bring me down.

I felt small, yesterday afternoon. I felt useless. I felt like nobody could see what I work so hard to bring to the world, to you two."

I sighed. "We see, big guy. I know it's never this easy, but if something like this ever happens, just remind yourself that only two opinions about you seriously count: mine and Sarah's. I'm not here to land a sermon and I definitely won't wag the Weight Loss specter in your face this week, hon."

He chuckles. "No?"

"No. I don't have a time limit, but for now, I'm dead-set on loving each and every one of your extra pounds, hon. I love your gingham and your pocket squares, I love your wire-frame glasses, I love the way your neck fat bunches up because of your neckties - and I'll forever be grateful for the fact that you trusted us enough to join us - to love us. I love your taste, literal and figurative, I love the way you care, I love how fierce you can be about defending us...

I could go on."

He chuckled again, but it was strangled. This time, though, it wasn't sorrow that clutched at his throat, but more love than he knew how to express. He kissed me, hard, and then turned his head to give Sarah the same long and exploratory liplock.

"I love you both so much," he then hissed, "that it actually hurts, sometimes."

I leaned in closer. "You told me you had me, a few months back. That I could lean on you. Consider this a tacit return of the favor. I'll help you and Sarah however and whenever I can."

A few more hard kisses followed, almost aggressive in tone. He eventually guided Sarah's hand downwards as he used his other hand to briefly lock my head and gaze in place, straight into his own eyes.

"I want you both. Right now."

The usual triangle formed. Walt wanted to taste the comfort we could offer in its most literal sense, and Sarah acting like Walt's caregiver for the day had already seeded a few fantasies in the back of my mind. I wanted her, I wanted Walt, she wanted both of us and he wanted Sarah and I.

It's half past five and Walt and I's bed is thoroughly ransacked. He buried his head in several pillows to scream his release and all the irrational ways we ended up promising the world to one another. All professional courtesy's been tossed to the wind - the three coworkers are gone, for now. In their place, there's three lovestruck idiots very knowingly building castles in Spain. Sarah wants us to take the rest of february off and to spend it as overgrown teenagers finally introducing their big brother to classic video games. I want to do the same, but with a tower of books and day after day of longing, tender glances.

Walt's the typical high-flyer and big spender, and again imagines us moneyed and independent, free to waste entire years away on sunlight and food and booze - whenever he doesn't imagine us pounding it like animals in a small houseboat off the coast of Jamaica.

"I'm old and fat and overly dressed and I want so much for us it hurts; I look at myself and see more of a stud than anything Hollywood wants to sell me. I overeat and oversleep and love every second of it; I'm all your fetishes combined and I want more, more, more - always more..."

Walt's mantra during our last go is a reassurance of sorts: he's back to his expansive self. He's the polycule's bulwark again, the slab of well-dressed and ravenous flesh that's as much intellectually famished as physically craven. It's nonsensical and still utterly true, it's pure Word Salad by the end, but it speaks to the fact that we're all part of the same mechanism. We need each other like a spoke needs its wheel.

"Will anyone ever understand?" I ask, joining in. Sarah's happily exhausted, at that point.

"It doesn't matter," she says. "We carry our own magic. Nobody else matters but us."

Walt gasps as he finally crests. "Nobody else but us," he repeats - like an affirmation. Or a prayer.

Or a pact.

#life post #lgbtqa #gay #bisexual #polyamory #cw: sex mention

[kariachi]

Brain threw kinda-au fic together.

In which Mike may be a dick, but there’s worse out there, and Kevin is not having with it.

~~

He didn’t like the guy, at best he wanted him out of his hair, but he was stupid, naïve, or heartless. He’d been there himself- a known criminal, recovering from addiction, with maybe half a support system and the void power had filled gaping open. It wasn’t a nice place to be. Painful, tense, and vulnerable. Being an addict was already a vulnerable spot, pasting over old wounds with rice paper and leaving you open for bugs to find, but a criminal history on top of that? With how many people out there were more than happy to try to take advantage of someone the police would give even less of a shit about? Who people wouldn’t believe? Who could be controlled via their addiction and manipulated with the pain that caused it?

Kevin’d suffered a lot, seen others suffer a lot, and he was damn tired of it.

His brain recognized what he was seeing about two heartbeats after his body figured it out and was already out his seat and starting across the bar, heedless of Rook’s concerned questions. Rage and unfortunately worry pooled in his gut. Mike shot him a glower as he approached, which he also ignored in favor of dropping his hands to the table with a thud heard around the room. Kegf went pale under his glare.

“Kevin,” he said before anyone else could open their mouths, smiling and throwing up charm, “long time no see.”

“Mike, go sit with Rook,” Kevin said, eyes on the Teraengi, and took the beer blindly from the other man’s hand, “you can have my drink and food.” Tension was high, and for a long moment nobody moved, but there was only one plate compared to three glasses on Morningstar’s side of the table and Kevin knew damn well his appetite wouldn’t let him refuse. He wasn’t disappointed. Slowly Mike got out of his chair and rounded the table. He conspicuously brushed the back of his hand across Kegf’s arm as he passed, and Kevin bit back a growl at the tight smile he got in return.

Nobody moved or spoke until the taste of his energy was faded enough to be where he was supposed to.

“You’ve got one hour to get the fuck off my planet,” Kevin growled before Kegf could open his mouth again, “or I’m fucking removing you like the tumor you are.” Claws tapping against the table, he tried to look confused.

“I’m just-”

“I know Mike, and I know you.” If it had been anyone else, he might’ve wanted to keep an eye on things for their sake. He did know Mike, knew he could be manipulative and that he’d fed his addiction off living beings. But Kegf had to be in his thirties now, played the same manipulation games, and specialized in guys like them. He wasn’t the one at risk there. “Leave.” And like fuck Kevin was going to let him start trouble here.

The two stared each other down. While he was ready for a fight, would love one, Kevin wasn’t expecting further trouble. The last time they’d seen each other he’d broken three of Kegf’s limbs and a jaw. Fucker knew now that he didn’t do bluffs, that he could turn him inside out if he had a mind, and that he protected what was his. The Teraengi broke first, averting his gaze. He downed what was left of his beer- only one, because of course- and ate his last wing- cold, also of course, Kevin had a twisting feeling in his gut that had also been very much on purpose- threw a wad of bills on the table, and stood wordlessly. Unmoving, Kevin watched like a gargoyle as he headed for and out the door, not even sparing Mike a glance as he went. Good. Once the door to the bar had firmly shut behind him, Kevin straightened back out and headed, still half watching, back to his own table. He pulled out his phone as he went and set a timer to go looking for the bastard.

Didn’t matter how he felt about anybody involved, Kegf’d put fuckers in the hospital before and he wasn’t letting that shit happen again, not on his turf.

“Alright,” he said, dropping into an empty seat and holding out his hand, “gimme your phone, you are losing that jackass’s number-”

#fanfic #mike: i am a manipulative bastard i have things under control #kegf: aw how cute the kid thinks he's got this that makes things so much easier #kevin: he may not have this under control but i'm bigger and badder than you and *i do*

[bitchlessdino]

k.m.g. ; claustrophilia

"claustrophilia" (claus·​tro·​phil·​ia)

an abnormal desire for confinement in an enclosed space

Pairing: fem conglomerate!reader X conglomerate!mingyu

Genre: smut

Word count: 1k

BEWARE OF: business man!mingyu, richboy!mingyu, mentions of confined space, oral (giving and receiving), airplane sex, bathroom sex, brief mentions of shower sex

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author note: hi gyuldaengies what kind of fan name I know why yall are here you horny motherfuckers. It's bc the fucker right above this note. yall ain't even reading this, yall just staring at him aren't you? I get it. no biggie lol.

He is one lanky mother fucker. Thank goodness he was born rich because he would not fit his ass in an economy seat if he tried. Lucky for him, there was no need for booking a ticket when his fortunate ass had his own private jet. That meant he could do all he wanted in the air, with all the leg space he could want, and all the plane sex he could want. And funnily enough, you’d finally get to join the mile high club on transit for a business trip.

“You’re really sexy when you’re not snapping at me,” Mingyu muttered under his breath as his fingers wrapped around your hair, guiding your head with your lips around his cock.

Your body was backed into the cramped build of the jet’s restroom. You would think that with that much money he could have it modified just a bit bigger for comfort like he did with his seats. You slipped him out of your mouth momentarily to speak. “Why is your restroom this small? You could easily alter it.”

“Now why would I do that when it’s so much more fun this way,” he readjusted your head’s position, “I like seeing the struggle, it feels more intimate.”

“You must do this a lot then. It doesn’t get old for you?”

He deeply chuckled, amused at how many questions you had for someone so easily willing to form around his hard shaft, “What I do in my free time is up to me, so just focus on looking pretty sucking my cock, hmm?”

You hummed with him inside your mouth, gazing up at his eyes that nonverbally urged you to take more. His length fitted deliciously in the depth of your cheeks and eventually down your throat with slight ease, tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes. You shut your eyes firmly, your hands curling around his shaft to put in the work and your lips eventually reaching the base of his member, softly gagging to yourself. You tried focusing on your breathing through your nose, small exhales leaving your nostrils. The man let out a throaty groan, encouragingly stroking the side of your head as tears started to stream down your face. “You’re doing so well. Is it about time I returned the favor?”

Highly interested, you nodded, and pulled yourself up from the floor to attach to his lips, the taste of your work lingering on his tongue. His hands moved comfortably around your undone skirt, feeling the flesh of your bare ass in his hands. You eagerly ran your fingers in his hair, following suit when he hoisted you up in the air and made you loop your legs around his torso. Your bare upper bodies pressed against each other for dear life.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I’m counting on it, Kim.”

He angled your body at an acute angle, head hitting the wall behind you. He loosened your legs around him briefly to bring his hard member into view. He quickly dispensed a condom from a compartment you weren’t even aware of and tore it open with his canines to roll it over himself.

“Damn, you really do actually do this often, do you?”

“Just be lucky I came prepared.” He met you halfway in your entrance, teasing you.

You bit your lip. Despite him only utilizing half his length, he was a size wide enough to squeeze around your walls, stretching without trying. Your hands gripped around the hem of his exposed shirt, pulling it toward yourself in hopes of leveraging yourself from the ground, and closed the gap he made. Swallowing around him effortlessly, Mingyu pumped inside you ferociously with the little space he had, minimizing his efforts. His hands pressed around your body, thoroughly satisfied by the warmth around him, and took another hand to play around your clit.

You squirmed around him, flirtatious giggles quickly turning to moans as he found a sizable combination of the two to take you over the edge. “F-fuck, Kim. You’re so good at that…how much more t-time before we l-land?”

“Just enough.” He answered curtly before bringing your body back against his, bouncing you in his lap.

You helped yourself by gyrating against his lap, eyes rolling back at his cock getting closer and closer to your release. You clawed down his sides, marking his beautiful tan skin, mesmerized by the claps that played in a gorgeous, steady rhythm, “I’m getting close…”

A corner of his lip turned upon his face. “L-ladies first.”

It was a beat later that Mingyu came the moment you finished. His hand clutched your side, fingers digging into the flesh of your skin as he muffled his groan in your shoulder. Pulling yourself off him and your feet hitting the ground, a slippery substance stretched from both your forms and coated the full condom with a natural lubricant.

You rested your sweaty backside against the hard surface behind you, panting with a satisfied grin. “That was great, but we have a meeting after we launch.”

“Good thing this is a private jet with a built-in shower then.”

Like you thought, it’s very fortunate that he’s rich.

The water raised to the perfect temperature before stepping them in together, soaking each other’s bodies and fogging the clear screens. The luxurious body soap lathered upon your bodies, mutually cleansing the dirtied skin through soft and sensual massages. Unable to hold himself back, he closed the gap between your lips, feeling the pretty smile form on his face.

“Not tired yet?” You teased, fingers caressing the side of his ridiculously handsome face.

“I’m not done with you.”

He hoisted you up in a familiar position, being especially careful using the metal bars attached to the walls. The shower was especially tight, given that it was made for one person using it at a time, Mingyu paid that fact no mind as he pressed your upper body to the wet tiled walls and threw your legs over his shoulders, giving him direct contact to your now clean folds. His tongue angled itself against your raw clit, dragging on its bulbous form. Your ankles crossed behind him on his shoulder blades, unearthly sounds leaving your lips as his lips latched himself to your body.

“Fuck…Mingyu…”

“You’re still so wet,” he mumbled, “this is gonna be a better plane ride than I hoped.”

#kim mingyu #Mingyu #seventeen mingyu #seventeen #Mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine #kim Mingyu imagine #Mingyu imagine

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #swearing #insults

[ilovefandoms102]

You can’t replace Us

Pairing: Jonah Marais x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Jonah found out you’re talking to someone else after the break up…

Note: Sorry I haven’t been as active on here guys I’ve been super super busy I promise to try and be on here more.

Warnings🛑: smut(unprotected vaginal sex, dubcon aspects, dom/sub aspects, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation), jonah being possessive😍

As much as you tried, your ex-boyfriend had been the only thing on your mind lately…

The break up was pretty nasty, you were sent multiple videos and messages of him being seen kissing or making out with other girls. He claimed them to be fake, but you were so angry and hurt you couldn’t listen to anything he had to say. You packed your stuff and drove to a close friends house to crash for the time being.

It’s been a little over two months, neither of you had even attempted to speak to the other. Dani tried to mediate but it just made things worse, he hated seeing two of his best friends fighting when he knew they belonged together.

Rumors soon started speculating of you supposedly messaging another guy, and that was Jonah’s ticking point. He grabbed his keys and wallet, furiously stomping to his car before speeding to where you were staying.

You were laying in bed when suddenly Jonah burst into the room, scaring the shit out of you. He yanked your legs down to the edge of the bed, a look of pure anger on his handsome face. He bent close, shoving himself between your legs.

“Who is he?” Jonah hissed as he squeezed your thick thighs in his large hands.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, shoving at his chest and failing to get him away from you. 

“The fucker you’ve been messaging and meeting up with?!” he exclaimed, taking your hands that were pushing him and pinning them above your head.

This compromising position made your heart thump in a way you didn’t want it to, he couldn’t win.

“Not that it’s any of your business since you cheated on me, but I’m not talking or meeting up with anyone. I haven’t left this bed since we broke up Jonah.” you explained with annoyance as you tried to buck your hips to push him off, but this only made you rub your lower half against the bulge in his pants.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you I didn’t cheat!” Jonah growled, subtly grinding down into you.

“J-Jonah, don’t.” you gasped, his smirk sinister as he removed one hand and trailed it down your cheek to your neck.

“I know you can’t resist me baby, and I can’t resist you.” he whispered wickedly, a shiver ran down your spine.

You didn’t remember how it happened, but the next thing you knew was that you and Jonah were both heatedly making out, clothes were being torn off, and hands could not stay in one place. His kisses trailed down your neck, leaving deep purple marks on your skin. You returned the favor of course, then he was venturing lower.

“JoJo,” you whispered, watching as he spread your legs so he had full access to your lower region.

“So beautiful,” he spoke to himself before diving in.

Jonah couldn’t help himself as he buried his face in your wetness, licking and slurping at you like he’d been deprived for years. Your head flew back into the pillows, the feeling of his skilled tongue working you sent shivers down your spine. His hands smoothed up under your thighs, intertwining your fingers when he found them firmly gripping the sheets.

You held on tight as you quickly felt your high coming, but Jonah never lost his pace with his amazing mouth. He held you down as you squirmed, removing his fingers from yours to clamp your hips down as he shook his head into you.

“Fuck-shit-‘m gonna cum baby, please, please.” you whined, gasping as he sucked harshly on your clit.

A loud moan escaped as you came in his mouth, Jonah wasting no time drinking it all in. He couldn’t help himself as he kept licking, sucking, and savoring your taste. Meanwhile you were seeing stars since he hadn’t stopped since your first orgasm which had quickly became a second and third.

You pushed at his head, the euphoric feeling becoming too overwhelming, but all Jonah did was grasp your hands in his and hold them down as he held you down. It was at your fifth orgasm your legs began shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure you felt was so intense you could barely open your eyes.

Jonah finally gave you a break as he sat up, observing what a mess he made of you. He watched your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, grinning as he slapped your sensitive pussy. Your body jumped as your eyes slowly opened and focused. He leaned over you, gently kissing your lips.

“I love you, and I would never, ever cheat on you. Whatever you saw was a lie, a scheme from people who are jealous and want to tear us apart.” he spoke softly against your lips.

“I believe you, I’m sorry baby.” you whispered, weakly caressing his cheek as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You’re my girl, only mine.” he said, pushing his cock into your opening so deliciously it was like heaven.

“Yes, and you are my JoJo.” you moaned, twisting your fingers in his hair.

Jonah couldn’t help himself as his thrusts started slow and loving then his hips started slamming into yours, but he knew you loved it. A scream of his name let him know he hit your gspot, grinning as he rammed his dick into it over and over until you came.

“Jonah!” you squealed, scratching down his toned back as he smashed his lips to yours.

It wasn’t long after he let go, planting himself firmly inside of you. The warmth of his cum made you shiver, smiling against his lips and the two of you came down from your highs. One more kiss later he lifted himself off of you and quickly got a washcloth to clean you up.

“Sorry baby,” he murmured when he hit a sensitive area.

“It’s alright my love,” you smiled, grateful he was so gentle.

He tossed the rag to the side before crawling back into your arms, laying his head on your chest. You wrapped yourself around him, loving his big hands feel all the parts of your body you hated.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his beautiful eyes met yours as he looked up at you.

“I love you so much handsome.” you grinned, kissing his nose before cuddling back up to him.

“Wanna watch Harry Potter?” he asked excitedly.

“Of course, you know I can’t ever say no to that.” you giggled.

Henceforth the night ended with you and Jonah cuddled naked while binge watching Harry Potter, it was perfect.

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[batwritings]

All your DreamXD fic are just so good! Also I wanted to know if I could maybe be God Fucker anon? If not that's 100% okay!

This may be a bit more for those who have female anatomy because I was thinking what other way could he use to possibly keep over you. As he would see that as a reason to keep you around, a companion.

You have been teaching him what people do for pleasure and everything from enjoyments from things like shows to more teasing. so like the curious God, he is he asks about it, something along the lines of “ what type of pleasure can I give you?” So you explain it to him, he seems content with the knowledge he has. Few days pass and he just out of the blue goes “ can you sit on my face?” You just stare at him in shock, you slowly agree thinking he’ll have you go once and be done. Nope! The moment you placed anywhere near his face he's going to grab you and bring you done onto him. He's not that interested in letting you go anytime soon.

alk;dfjd; thank you so much! You’re more than welcome to be God Fucker anon! XD Thank you actually for specifying that! I try to keep everything gender neutral as possible. I’m so down for this though. Enjoy~!

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The first time you brought up pleasure to DreamXD he was immediately curious. “You’re different than this body though,” he responded when you were explaining how pleasure worked for men. “How do I give you pleasure?”

The question had taken you aback a bit, not expecting it. You gave him the best answer you could, and for that night, he seemed satisfied. A few nights pass and he asks you another question out of the blue. “Can you sit on my face little star?” he asks it so plainly, again you stumble to give him an answer.

“I, uh,” you stutter, face flushing bright red. “Sure, XD.” The god has your face in his hand suddenly, his mask pushed aside. His lips crash into yours without hesitation, and while he had much to learn in terms of skill, he certainly made up for it in eagerness. Your hands find his face as the kiss deepens; seems he was paying attention when you mentioned foreplay.

Clawed hands slide up your shirt, trying in vain to get it off. You chuckle a little, helping him remove it along with your bra. Goosebumps litter your skin as the chilly night air wafts in from your open window. Surprisingly soft hands cup your breasts as his thumbs dance across your hardened nipples.

He revels in your gasp, smiling at your as he realizes what he’s done right. You fumble with your pants and underwear, almost as eager to get to what the god wanted as he was. His hands only leave your chest when you are fully naked before him, gently guiding your aching sex over his mouth.

“Whenever you’re ready pet,” he coos, claws lightly drawing circles along your hips. Slowly, hesitantly, you lowered yourself to his lips, gasping when you felt him press a soft kiss to your clit. His arms curled over your thighs, bringing you down fully, his grip tight.

DreamXD hums as you cry out the moment his tongue slides along your slit. His neon green eyes are hooded, watching your every reaction. You whine and try to squirm when he slips his tongue inside you, but only succeed in grinding against him. Not that either of you are complaining at this point; you’re lost in the pleasure that is the mouth and lips of a god and said god is loving every noise you make. It’s like a symphony to him.

Your hand shoots down to grip his hair when his sharp teeth graze your clit, earning a growl from the god below you. One hand pulls from your thigh to circle your sensitive bud while his tongue buries itself further withing your wet folds. He wants to see you come undone for him, and soon.

“XD,” you whine, hips starting to rock back and forth for more friction. “I’m...I’m getting close!” What can only be described as a low purr vibrates across your pussy as DreamXD circles your clit faster, tongue licking long stripes up your pussy before diving back in. Your only words are pleas and cries of his name as your orgasm crashes over you.

You’re practically bent over the SMP’s god as he licks and sucks you through your climax, only stopping when you pull at his hair again, weakly. He lets you up, pupils barely slits in seas of neon green. He watches you pant as you come down from your high, helping you sit up properly in his lap despite the boneless feeling in your body. “You were so beautiful for me darling,” he chuckles, face wet with your fluids.

“Now, pretty little pet, would you care to return the favor?”

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[oh-katsuki]

Mind If I Stay (Zeke x Reader)

Pairing: Zeke x Reader

Content: Smut, daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys, mutual masturbation, squirting, orgasm denial, voyeurism

A/N: I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, the discord server turned me into a zeke fucker. anyway, enjoy this because I definitely enjoyed writing it

The sound of the toy was all you could really hear as it buzzed between your legs. You whimpered, the silicon vibrating and hitting your g-spot perfectly. You knew it wouldn’t be enough though, not unless you buried yourself in fantasies and fucked yourself to the hilt of the toy.

As you squirmed under your own touch and your mind wandered to the tall, blonde, RA on your floor. You’d had fantasies about him before, touching yourself in the shower wishing it was his tongue on you, or fucking yourself on your fingers wishing they were his. Zeke just drove you crazy, the way you could feel his gaze lingered on you, his dry sarcasm, and the way his eyes seemed to undress you whenever he looked at you. Fuck, it was enough to make to moan.

You pumped the toy in and out of you, fantasizing about the RA who lived two doors down.

“Zeke… need you so bad.” You mumble under your breath, moaning out slightly as you hit your g-spot.  His name tumbled from your lips like a mantra as the toy buzzed against your walls. You lived in a single, there’d be no worry of anyone walking in, so you let yourself be kind of loud, or so you thought.

Zeke’s interest was piqued when he passed by your room. Maybe you didn’t realize you’d left your door slightly ajar, but he couldn’t keep himself from stopping. In his defense, he didn’t know what you were doing in there, it was only after he saw the vibrator buried in your pussy that he stopped to consider that maybe he shouldn’t have done that. Still, he stood by the door and watched, his dick growing hard in his pants as he watched your ministrations.

He’d always thought you were attractive, the way you walked around in those tiny ass pajama shorts, nipples hard and visible through your thin white shirt. Honestly, Zeke would have thought you were trying to seduce him, scratch that, he did think you were trying to seduce him. He was right of course and his suspicions were confirmed when his name tumbled from your lips in a breathy moan.

“Yes?” Zeke didn’t really think before he pushed open the door, all he knew is that you were calling out for him and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to answer.

“W-what the fuck?” You shot up, your legs snapping closed as you scrambled back on the bed, the vibrator still rumbling softly.

“Ooooh getting all shy now, are we?” Zeke smirked, the outline of his cock now visible through his pants. He closed the door to your dorm room and pulled the desk chair up to the edge of your bed. “Mind if I stay, pretty girl?”

You stopped for a moment, thinking on it. He was your RA, it would be a bad idea to get involved with him, but the imprint of his dick on his pants, the way his eyes devoured you, and the vibrator still humming inside of you had your mind hazy. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his calloused hands all over your body, his thick fingers buried deep in your cunt. Zeke watched you with his lips slightly parted, and you gave him a nod of affirmation that he could stay.

“Spread your legs for me.” Zeke spoke, sitting on the chair and palming himself through his jeans. You spread your legs, your arousal dripping down onto the sheets below you as the hum of the toy became unmuffled. A moan escaped your lips as you adjusted your position to give him a better view.

You were now sitting with your back against the wall, your legs spread wide and your cunt exposed to Zeke who sat in a chair in front of it.

“Such a pretty pussy. Sluttin’ it up just for me, huh?” He praised, unzipping his pants to relieve some tension. “Be a good girl for me and show me what that toy can do, yeah?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you moved the toy, giving a small mewl as it brushed that spot inside of you. “Tsk tsk. What do we say?” For a moment, what he wanted was lost on you, but the authority in his voice made you want to be so good for him. “Yes, Daddy.”

The sentence did more for you than you thought it would and your pussy fluttered against the toy. Zeke groaned audibly, taking his dick in his hand, spitting on it, and moving his fist up and down at a pace that matched your own. He was long and thick and the sight of it made your mouth water as you fucked yourself on the toy. “There you go, just like that, baby.” The toy made sinful noises as you picked up your pace, pumping it in and out of you. Your free hand reached for your breast, tugging at the nipple and letting out a moan each time the toy brushed your clit. You could feel the coil building and Zeke’s eyes on you only brought you tantalizingly closer to the edge. Still, it wasn’t enough. You wanted to cum all over his fingers, you couldn’t cum without him, but most of all, you didn’t want to cum without his permission.

“Want me to touch you, pretty girl?” Your eyes met his, brows knitted together in a silent plea. Your mouth hung open, desperate for him to make you cum and you nodded your head. He leaned forward, taking your jaw in his hand with a harsh grip. “Use your words.” “Y-yes daddy, need you.” You moaned again, meeting his eyes as you gave into his grip.“Need you to make me cum, please.”

Fuck, Zeke loved the way you looked right now. Your legs spread open for him, arousal coating your inner thighs as you fucked yourself on a toy that wasn’t enough. He almost wanted to tease you, touch everywhere but where you needed him, but he couldn’t ignore the look in your eyes or the way your mouth fell open to beg.

He stood up from the chair and removed his shirt, dropping his hand from your jaw. Zeke slid in behind you so your back was to his chest, your legs over each of his, and paused to admire your figure. He slid his hands up your waist and played with your breasts for a moment, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Want daddy to take care of you? Hm?” Zeke whispered into your ear, his hand moving down through the valley of your breasts to hover above your navel. “Want me to make this pretty pussy feel good? Huh?”

“Yes. Please, please, please daddy.” You begged. Zeke had removed the toy and your dripping cunt ached for his fingers. You couldn’t even bother to think about your pride, because right now the hot RA from down the hall had one hand on your breast and was running the other through your wet folds.

“Such a fucking slut.”

Zeke coated his fingers in your slick and pushed them into you, earning a whimper from you as he searched for the sweet spot inside of you. When you moaned particularly loudly and threw your head back against his chest, he knew he’d found it, curling his fingers into that spot once again and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. Your pussy pulsed around him, sucking his fingers in each time.

He picked up the pace, his fingers continuing their ruthless assault on your g-spot as your walls clenched around him. “So fucking tight. Y’gonna cum already?” Zeke taunted, his eyes coming to meet yours as he continued curling his fingers into the spongy spot inside you. His eyes were clouded over with lust and the way he was looking at you had you on the edge. You nodded at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Zeke bent down to nibble at your ear, bringing his other hand to your clit and moving it in tight circles. “Don’t cum yet, just hold on a little longer.” He didn’t slow down. You were a whimpering mess beneath him, your legs trembling against his and your head resting on his shoulder as you cried out, fighting off your orgasm.

“Please, lemme cum. So close Daddy, wanna cum so bad, please.” You begged him, tears pricking at your eyes as you squirmed to fend off your high. You couldn’t cum without his permission, but the coil in your core was tightening and threatened to burst.

Zeke began moving the hand on your clit in ruthless side to side motions. A fast back and forth that had your back arching against him as he used all the strength in his arm to fuck his fingers into you. “Cum for me.” He spoke into your ear, sending you over the edge. For a moment you felt a pressure on your bladder like you had to pee, your eyes widening, but it was quickly overtaken by blinding pleasure.

Your cum sprayed across your thighs and his own as your entire body convulsed and arched against him, Zeke’s hands continuing their assault. A cry escaped your throat, a breathy moan that had Zeke picking up his pace just to get that sound out of you again. He fucked you through it, pulling his fingers from you and pushing them past his own lips, groaning at the taste of you.

“Guess we fucked up your sheets.” Zeke gave a low chuckle as he spoke, running his hands up your sides and then dipping down to rub your messy cunt. You gave out an exhale, twitching slightly from how sensitive you were before turning over so you were on your hands and knees in front of him, his cock in front of your lips.

“That was so good daddy, now let me return the favor.”

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[blanc-et-n0ir]

Red

(Decided to do "Writing rivals centric drabbles to feed #RIVALSTWT until the two of them lore stream again. This drabble is in the SMP but Dream can turn into a blob AU :DD. Day 16)

Red.

A color that Techno saw often. How could he not, he was the famed blood god after all?

Red.

It was a color he wore back then—back before he retired to the tundra and was surrounded by snow and the need to hide.

Red.

The color of his eyes. Eyes that saw countless bloodshed and pain and held years of knowledge.

Red.

The only color he sees now.

Now that vines had pulled him in their grasp.

Now that there were more voices living in his head but one that remained above all the rest.

Now that his body moved on it’s own and he wasn’t in control of anything—never was.

Now that he was irrevocably alone, again.

Red.

Red.

Red.

That’s all he sees and it makes him sick. It makes him want to hurl and kill the very thing that plagued his vision with it. He wanted to do everything in his power to destroy and go back to the snowy white tundra where he saw splashes of green, blue and pink.

He didn’t want to be here.

He didn’t want to see red.

But he did and he didn’t have any reason to fight back. Not now.

Red.

Red.

Re—

… Green.

He blinked, for a brief moment taking control.

“Dream?” Techno muttered, stumbling back at the sight of his rival.

The blonde turned back with a tilted head and smiled at him. His eyes were a sparkling green—like emeralds, “Hey, bacon.”

“What are you-” A sharp pain hit his head and he gritted his teeth but straightened and shook it away. “What are you doing here?” “Returning the favor.” Dream whispered, the axe glowing in his hand.

“What?”

“You broke me out of the prison, bacon.” Dream mused, twirling the axe in hand. He narrowed his eyes as vines crept closer to them. He slashed at them, staring at them blankly as a harsh and high pitched wail pierced the air and deafened Techno’s ears. “It’s about time I return the favor.”

“I can take care of myself, smiles.” Techno waved him off, eye twitching as the high pitched wail continued to echo in his mind. “Just, leave and protect the Syndicate, like you promised.”

“Huh, that doesn’t sound fair.” Dream mused, taking in Techno’s entire form with unimpressed eyes. “Why’d you even do… this.”

Techno shrugged, “They were very persuasive.”

“Sure.”

“Dream-” his breath caught in his throat when vines shot out faster than he could warn his rival. He watched as they wrapped around him and—

—and the fucker had the audacity to disappear in a cloud tinted green and land on the ground as a blob. Techno swears that Dream would give him a bigger headache if the Egg didn’t stop right now. The stupid blob was really testing the waters and his patience for this bullshit.

“Why are you like this?” He watched, unimpressed, as Dream popped right back up to his human form to the confusion of the vines and the Egg.

“It got boring.”

“Of course it did.”

“So?”

“What now?” Techno pinched the bridge of his nose. He still didn’t know how Dream managed to still talk to him—unwavered by the vines and the entrancing pull of the Egg.

“Are you going to leave or do I have to break you out?” Dream grinned, expertly dodging the vine that reached out to him. He chopped it up easily and met Techno’s eyes.

There was a pause.

“I’ll see you in two days.”

Dream’s grin widened and he gave a salute, turning into his blob form and hopping away with amused chitters. Techno rolled his eyes and ignored the Egg’s warning as he turned around, brandishing his axe. This time, it was not to protect the Egg but to do it’s complete opposite.

For the first time, Techno relished at the amount of RED he saw.

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