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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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Time of year

Summary: Alastor trying to impress you with mating season just starting

ALASTOR X F!READER

Masterlist

Warnings: nswf, biting, wax play, tied up, begging

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @leathesimp @michelleszn @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @sirenetheblogger @jawline-of-steel

Alastor is a gentleman. Always had been, always will be. His mother had raised him to be one.

Every year Alastor would feel a change in the air — mating season — and every year he never indulged himself. Alastor had no interest in being with someone, why would he give them false hope?

This year things were different. This year he was living in a hotel for sinners to be rehabilitated. This year he’s back in hell after seven years of being gone. This year he met you.

Despite these differences he expected one thing to stay the same, mating season. He expected everything to remain normal this time of year, and at first he didn’t notice the slight changes.

It first started when he’d grow annoyed at people getting way to close to you.

—

Alastor walked out into the main room of this hotel. A normal thing for him.

He looked over and saw you at the bar, laughing with Husk. Alastor’s ear twitched with annoyance along with his eye. This wasn’t Tom and Jerry, Husker was not that funny of a cat.

Husker looked over your shoulder and noticed his soul owner giving him a threatening glare. Odd.

Alastor made his way over to the bar and placed a hand on your shoulder — which startled you since he hated another persons touch — he spoke with a grin that husk knew was him being pissy.

“Pardon the intrusion however I was going to ask if you would care to join me on a stroll.”

A simple ask that you agreed too, and you had thought the walk went swimmingly. However Alastor’s mood had just worsened.

He spent the whole walk just fending off creepy looks others would give you. He even sent his shadow away go torture a few.

—

You were walking down the stairs to angel — who stood by the door — putting on the back of your right dangling earring when Alastor saw you.

He spat out his coffee and began to choke on his own spit, you were absolutely gorgeous. You wore a small dark Maroon dress, that made him feel feral. That was his color.

He hurried to you before you and the spider could leave. “Darling! Where are you off too looking so charming?”

His words drew heat to your cheeks and you blessed him with a smile that made him feel like he was going to die in the best way possible. “Angel and I are heading out to that new club called consent.” Alastor’s mind went through simple math.

A club, that had people. People liked good-looking people. You looked divine. People would try and get with you. When hell freezes over.

“Perhaps I should accompany the two of you.”

“No need, I know it’s not your scene.”

You waved him goodbye and walked out. Alastor silently returned to his room. Where he very reasonably smashed every piece of furniture. All reasonable of course.

Alastor had just told himself he couldn’t let his guests of the hotel go out and fuck up there hard work. Let’s be honest though, he didn’t give to shits what angel was up too. He was staring at you.

He noticed a guy, about to walk up to you so he was quick. Grabbed your arm and twirled you into his chest.

You looked up in confusion and when you saw Alastor you voice was mixed with concern. “What are you doing here?”

He leaned down and whispered, “isn’t it obvious? I’m here to dance. I will say we could use better music.” He nipped at your ear with his sharp teeth — drawing blood that would no doubt leave a scratch later — and jazzy music started to play.

You giggled as you twirled you again. Your feet started to move faster in pace with his own.

Alastor picked you up and twirled you in the air. You felt almost alive again at the feeling. Alastor caught you and when you looked at him like he was the only person in the world, Alastor knew this was right. You were right.

—

The two of you continued to dance all night, and surprisingly everyone had got down with the fast pace jazz playing, not an ounce of complaining.

Another thing that happened that night was people took photos of you and Alastor. Most had him glitched out but there was one, once that wasn’t.

It had been when he dipped you and you clanged to him in fear of falling. Alastor had a teasing grin and that photo had spread everywhere online.

Typically Alastor hated people being in his business, but he wouldn’t lie he loved the claim it gave you.

At first Alastor felt annoyed at the photo, but when he was walking around cannibal town he overheard two chaps talking about “the radios demon girl.”

He liked that name, he didn’t acknowledge the thought that popped in his mind after that.

‘I’d prefer Radio Demon wife.’

—

Nope this year mating season was normal. Right? Sure he felt a tad bit more possessive but it was normal. Wasn’t it?

—

When mating season came around Alastor never once indulged in the desire for a release. Hated the thought of even doing it.

Though when it became so unbearable that it caused him so much pain he decided once couldn’t be bad.

However it was the image of you in his mind that made him cum all over his hand.

That’s when he knew, this year was different.

—

He was scared at first but soon the need for you overcame that fear. He was the radio demon, he could do anything. So what if he experienced a little change? I mean have you seen you?

That’s when Alastor decided to pull the old charmer he once was when he was kicking in in the living world.

Alastor’s wouldn’t lie, he knew how to charm a lady, he’s had experience. Sure he hasn’t done any of that since he stepped into hell but he sure it couldn’t be that hard.

—

Alastor took a seat next to you at the vacant bar. He tapped his fingers as decided to open his mouth. And pure stupid slipped past it.

“So did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Alastor swears he saw a legit loading screen over your head. For the first time since ever Alastor was nervous.

“I think you have me confused with Lucifer.”

Rage bubbled into his skin at the sound of you saying someone else’s name. But nervousness washed that down.

Alastor made a terrible excuse and teleported away. “There’s always next time!” Sureeee.

—

Alastor was looking for you — something he had been doing often — only to find you in the kitchen with Nifty.

You smiled down and here and took a sip of the soup she gave you. ��Absolutely lovely. You should go and give a bowl to Husk.” Nifty nodded excitedly and hurried off past Alastor.

You laughed a little and spoke to Alastor when you were sure Nifty was gone. “That was so salty oh my gosh.”

Alastor spoke before he could register you words even. “You wanna see if I’m salty?”

“What?”

You two just stood there staring at one another for a good 10 seconds. Just processing. By the time your brain caught onto what he was saying he was already giving a stupid excuse to leave and rush to his room.

—

Now you had noticed Alastor trying to flirt. You noticed his little acts of service, and you noticed his jealous tendencies.

It was honestly funny on how Alastor would try to impress you. Alastor felt as if you weren’t interested in him. Let’s say that put quite the downer on his mood.

Alastor sat at the bar, drinking some whiskey when you walked past him. “Hey handsome.” He immediately perked up.

He became so needy for your attention and now that you were giving it to him? That made him want you more.

—

This was your first time in hell. Your first “mating season.” Most animalistic demons was around this time. So when you found Alastor knocking on your door in the middle of the night, good in hands, something in you went feral.

You invited him in to eat, he placed the food gently on your table. However Alastor felt like he needed to leave, or else he couldn’t control himself.

The smell of you all around? Not to mention he could practically taste your hormones on smell alone.

Alastor took a deep breath and started to excuse himself. “I should be off to bed now.”

He started to take steps to the door but you got in his way. Hand on his chest, eyes slightly begging yet demanding.

The two of you were quiet but the air was thick. It took you glancing one time at his lips for them to suddenly be on yours.

The kiss wasn’t soft, it was hard and rough. Like you was dehydrated and this was y’all’s first sip of water.

You pushed your hands into his hair while he tapped your legs. Understanding the silent command you jumped onto him, letting him pin you against the nearest wall.

You nipped his lower lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste mixed inside your mouth. It made Alastor even more painfully hard.

He let you stand and started to lead you two to the bed. Stripping you along the way as you did him.

By the time he pushed you into the mattress you only had your undergarments on while Alastor only had his pants.

The bed rocked slightly and hit the nightstand. “Careful Alastor the candle.”

Alastor’s gaze flickered over to the lit candle. He pushed you further up the bed and summoned some ropes. Effortlessly wrapping your hands to the headboard.

Alastor reached over to the candle and you whined out in anticipation. At first you were worried at the hot wax, but when Alastor tipped it slightly and the red mold dripped onto you skin you moan out in pleasure.

You hadn’t expected that to feel good but all you wanted was more. You had no doubt Alastor was a masochist but maybe you were one too.

“That’s a good girl.” His voice had a rasp that made you beg him for more.

“Please! Please Al.”

Alastor set aside the candle and started to kiss where the hot wax was starting to harden. He slightly snipped at your thighs causing you to beg him more.

“Please Alastor!”

“Please what?”

“Bite me.”

Bite you he did. Blood drew at the sharp bite he scattered across your thighs. Marking you his. He liked every drop of blood that would flow out the wound until it became to much. He couldn’t wait another second.

He discarded his pants and rubbed his top against your fold. Slightly grinding against your pussy.

“Please Alastor I need it.”

Fuck he needed it too but if he did this there would be no turning back. His afterlife would truly change forever.

But it already was changed, from the second he met you. So fuck it.

He thrusted up into you hard. While he would usually be a gentle dotting partner this time he just couldn’t wait.

He started the push himself all the way inside, not giving you a second to adjust. Blood dripped from your heat and Alastor grew to love the sight under him. You spread out blood, wax, his markings all over you.

He started to move quicker and quicker not giving you a second to adjust to his size. He fast a rough pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t even knew existed. Like you were some porn star.

Alastor sure as hell was fucking you like one.

You clanged to the radio demon, feeling your end about to wash through you.

“Alastor! Oh god I’m going to cum.” He gripped you chin and kissed you roughly. “You cum with only my name in your mouth.”

He pinch your clit and you came hard. Alastor’s name was the only thing you knew as you cried out to him in pleasure.

Alastor didn’t stop, he was selfishly chasing his own release, even if you were overstimulated.

You felt tears form in your eyes and you clenched around him, while he spilled himself inside of you.

When you both came down your high — panting — he slipped himself out and gave you a tender kiss.

He placed tender loving kisses on your thigh and face, slightly massaging your legs, while also making sure his cum stayed deep inside you.

—

The next morning was filled with the same Lust as the night before, however it was more gentle.

He explained he was like this because of mating season and why you were like this as well. The two of you came to an agreement that this sexual relationship would end when mating season did, even if both of you felt like dying while agreeing to it.

However when the air returned to normal you two relationship did not. You two continued your sinful acts. Like the two of you could never get enough of one another.

It wasn’t long till you confessed your feelings for Alastor, and him returning them.

Ahhhh! I’m trying new things out with my banner so if it’s a bit different in my upcoming post then that’s why.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #x reader #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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nsfw ⬇️!!!

no one:

eren&y/n on the tour bus: https://twitter.com/blckvidz/status/1610833472255401985?s=46&t=UBh3Fl6RQgRJS9W9JhuVVA

…whewwww, god I am so feral!

at this point, imagine being a fly on the wall in their room because 😮‍💨 I have no words…(well maybe a few cause y’all know I gotta elaborate. I swear this pairing does something to me.)

cw: dirty (just filthy) talk, !black fem reader, reverse cowgirl, eren and the reader being literal whores, straight porn no plot

“…yeah, slow…just like that, baby. Fuck..” the command coming from none other than your fiancé as his words drew out in a whimper. It couldn’t be helped when you were fucking him so good..watching each inch of his length disappear and get swallowed by the grip of that plump, juicy pussy. Creaminess dripping all down his shaft as you worked yourself on him in a fluid motion; arching your back and bouncing that thick ass all the same…letting you ride him like this was so euphoric. Which was much needed after the wild show he had tonight. He had no use for deep tissue massages or some off the wall cryo-therapy to recover when he could simply lie back and let his baby ride his cock as he blew clouds of smoke into the air. The way you wrapped around him was indescribable..losing his mind each time you took him further until it disappeared. “..you riding this dick so good..I love it. Got me ready to nut in that shit..” letting out in a drowsy and high pitched wail. This had been the occurrence every night on this cross country tour..fucking like absolute animal in ever city. Encouraging him before he went on stage with the nastiest head possible and congratulating him on a job well done by making him empty his balls inside of you. “…pussy so fucking fat..damn, baby..” You two were absolute sluts for one another and without an ounce of shame. It was only by a miracle and birth control that you hadn’t ended up pregnant with little Eren Jr. But for now, you wanted to spend every opportunity you got giving him the best sex you could offer. With a dumbed out expression across your face, mouth agape in a smile, (y/n) kept going; hands pressed to his thighs to maintain your stance. “…you get this pussy so wet, daddy..I can’t stop. I love the way you feel inside me..” and trust, he didn’t want you to! Not to mention you were doing a hell of a job, so much so he didn’t have to lift a finger. Those walls pulsating and throbbing around him, causing his chest to heave. Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life, going dumb on his dick..occasionally reaching back to snake a finger around the thin string of that thong to keep it out of your way. For a moment, it got so wet that it ended up slipping out and you had to grasp his shaft with those long acrylics and put it back in. “Oh shit..” making him chuckle at the fact you were that soaked right now. Crying out with loud whimpers, you’d take him to the hilt; Smacking noises from your stickiness covering his base. “Just keep fucking me, princess..this your dick.” you were everything he needed right now and the only thing he would. He’d let you have it all as long you kept making him feel like this.

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officialclangen · 5 months

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You guys have no idea how intensely me and my sister-in-law get attached to the cats in this game. Our cat Oddsmoke died to a green cough outbreak and we went absolutely feral. She has written out the entire family tree of Oddsmoke and we keep tabs on the entire family just so we make sure the family line continues. Also, whoever drew the sprites, especially the newborn kits, definitely deserves so much love and appreciation. We are only able to mentally continue after the worst of mass extinctions because of how perfect and precious the newborn kit sprites are. You guys are absolutely awesome!

I understand you! I get really attached to very pretty cats in my clans as well! It's very sweet that you both were so attached to a cat that you keep track of their family tree!

The newborn sprites, I believe, was drawn by the Amazing Perrio! They've done a lot of other contributions to the game's sprite work as well. The art team is absolutely brimming with amazing talent, I'm frankly really jealous of them!

Thank you for your kind words! :D

✦ Chibi ✦

#clangen #ask response #warrior cats #clan generator #ask #clan gen #warriors #warrior cats generator #It's 3am. The Chibi hour

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: nick goose bradshaw x reader

nick has been away from home for a while, and receives a very warm welcome home from you.

warnings; smut 18+ only, afab!reader, dry sex, cum play, silly goose (i love him), tit worship

word count; 1.8K

disclaimer; I heard the sentence 'I'd be happy to find a girl and talk dirty to her' and went (absolutely feral) with it!

tagging for funsies; @fandomxpreferences @jupitercomet @roosterforme @roleycoleyreccenter

Soft, warm sunlight flitted in through opened windows. The rustic kitchen was bathed in an orange glow, as you moved across wooden floors. The long day had finally started to fade to evening, and the cooler air felt welcome on your skin.

It had been an unusually hot day, and your body was only covered by a plain black, ribbed leotard. You knew it was your boyfriend's favorite, in part because ‘it shows off the girls, honey!’ and in part because ‘your hips and thighs in those high cuts makes a man want to do sinful things’. Goose’s words, verbatim.

Sighing sadly, the longing seemed to be reverberating deep within your bones. Nick had only been away for a couple of days for some stint with Mav, but God you missed him already. You knew he wouldn’t have access to a phone, and he’d been unsure of when he’d been able to come home to you.

So you spent the days trying to keep occupied, helping the sweet old lady next door with her gardening and keeping her company for a cup of coffee as she told you scandalously about the other old woman down the street. Her son had been caught for tax fraud, apparently.

After assuring her Nick paid all his taxes, and promising to spread the gossip along to your boyfriend (he had unfortunately become old Mrs. Baxter’s favorite gossip partner after he had whole-heartedly engaged in a 30 minute conversation, being just the right amount of outraged, according to Mrs. Baxter), you had headed home with a smile on your face. Which was how you found yourself getting some chores done, washing up the dishes you’d left since yesterday, de-cluttering and vacuuming (which was when you rid yourself of your jean shorts).

A glass of water in hand, you heaved a deep sigh as you glanced through the open window, the curtains fluttering slightly with the breeze. Distantly, you could hear a car approaching, not thinking much of it until you heard it come to a stop, and the distinct sound of a door slamming shut. You barely had time to put your glass down before you heard Nick’s tell-tale happy-noise, something that had bewildered you at first, but now only warmed your heart and put a big grin on your face.

“Goose!” you’d run towards the front door, and sure enough, the vision of your tall, hawaiian shirt clad man stood before you.

“Aw, fuck, honey!” Nick’s beautiful brown eyes looked almost pained as they roamed over your body. “You know what this does to a man,” a giggle fell from your lips as Goose unceremoniously dropped his duffle bag to his feet before moving over to you - that small mischievous smirk you loved so much adorning his lips. His knuckles trailed down your bare arm as you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Mm, what does it do, Nicky?” another weakness of his. He’d told you in his sternest voice that this weakness was strictly classified Honey knowledge only. A soft groan left Goose at your soft tone, eyes playful as you leaned into his touch.

“Honeyy,” there was definitely a whine in there somewhere “it drives a man insane!” he grinned as he drew another soft giggle from you, the hand that was not trailing up and down your arm now coming to grab at your waist, large palm splayed over the fabric. Leaning up, you couldn’t resist claiming his lips with yours, having longed to feel them pressed against yours for too long.

“Missed you, Nicky,” your breathless whine had Goose tightening his hold on you, arms winding around your midsection to keep you pressed to his chest as his lips strayed from your lips to your jawline, leaving a trail down to your clavicle.

“Hi, girls,” the relieved tone as Nick palmed at your tits had you balking before you swiftly landed a soft slap to his shoulder “Goose!” he chuckled but didn’t stop his ministrations, kneading the soft flesh and sporadically pinching your nipples through the thin fabric. Letting your head tip back, a soft moan flew past parted lips.

“I could tell they missed me, honey… had to check up on ‘em,” Nick murmured teasingly against your neck. For a moment, you thought a scoff might make its appearance from you, but Goose chose that moment to latch on to the soft and sensitive flesh below your ear, right as he rolled your nipple between skilled fingers - which turned the scoff into a loud and needy moan instead.

“Atta honey.. so good for me,” hushed voice, husky in your ear had your eyelids fluttering shut as Goose started leading you towards the sofa. He stalled for a moment, letting brown eyes search yours, a thoughtful look upon his features before he decided “Honey, I’m gonna disconnect the phone.” laughter rang out in the glowing red light of your living room, and Goose smirked as he made his way towards your phone.

The swiftness with which your boyfriend lost his jeans and button-up on his way back to you was astounding, only leaving your touch for a moment or two before his arms embraced you again. Turning the two of you, he nudged a knee in between your thighs to spread them before he sat down, bringing you with him to straddle his lap.

Goose was now only clad in a loose fitting pair of boxers, which you noticed were already tenting. As he slowly grabbed your hips and fully lowered you onto his lap, you gasped softly at the feel of his hard length against your core - arousal flooding your very being from the way he held you. Rolling your hips experimentally resulted in a low groan from your boyfriend, his fingers tightening their hold on you.

Labored and shallow breathing echoed through the otherwise silent house, Goose’s hands now guiding and grinding you down on his now rock hard cock. Your hands gripped at broad shoulders, forehead falling down to rest against Nicks, lips chasing his as they met in an open mouthed frenzy.

“Nicky!” you whimpered out as the head of his cock strained against his boxers, hard against the opening of your clothed core, where he ground hard trying to seek the pleasure of your welcoming heat.

“S’okay honey, Nicky’s got you babe, I’m here,” his voice was strained from the way your cunt tried in vain to clench around him, his tip just reaching deep enough to feel your attempts at getting him deeper despite the barrier of your clothes. Bringing his arms around your back, he guided your head to his shoulder, his lips pressing into your hot skin as his palm splayed over your lower back and ass. Rutting up into you, he pressed you down at the same time as his grip on your hip guided you against his length.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’” his moan caressed your skin, the thickness of his length now adding delicious pressure to your clit. Glancing between your bodies, you saw the bulge of his tip in his boxers, and the wet patch that had spread across it. A loud, needy moan fell from you, and you were grasping at Goose’s neck now, desperately needing to feel him closer.

“Need you, Goose– please, need you,” whimpering, you ground more desperately into him now, hips rolling down hard to feel more of him.

“Shh, honey, we ain’t in a rush,” strong hands stilled your hips, gently detaching you from where you sat leaned on his chest. Soft lips pressed against yours, and you needily tried to deepen it, nipping at his lower lip, desperate to feel his tongue on you.

“Baby…” his tone was warning, but his touch soft as he splayed one hand on your sternum, the other guiding your arms away from his neck. He guided your hands so they were grasping behind you at his knees, his palm pressing your chest away from him.

“Fuck, honey…” Goose groaned low in his throat, the sound emitting a whimper from you, brows knitted together as you hesitantly tried canting your hips in your new position. “That’s it honey, fuck yourself on my cock, needy little thing,” you knew Nick liked talking dirty, but this had your mouth falling open, head falling backwards as you kept your pace - again and again dragging your cunt along Goose’s length.

Reaching down, Nick grabbed at his clothed cock, guiding it to put pressure on your clit before slipping it towards your entrance, bucking slightly as he found it. The knuckle of his thumb dragged against your clit as he rubbed his straining head as far as it could go into you, desperate and high pitched moans leaving you as he started moving his thumb slightly.

“Please, Nicky!” Goose only groaned, using his forefinger to slip the wet material of your body to the side, fucking his cock just a little deeper into your sensitive hole. Brown eyes had been transfixed on your cunt, but now roamed your body on display for him, landing on your heaving chest, eliciting another deep moan from your lover.

Reaching up, he swiftly yanked the straps down to free your breasts, hands and mouth latching on to them as you continued rocking against him. Warm tongue and rough mustache created an overwhelming sensation as Nick suckled at your nipple, palming roughly at your other breast.

“O-oh, Nick - I’m–” your orgasm built fast, and had snuck up on you as Goose loved your body.

“Give it to me, baby, let me have it,” Goose grunted against your tits, and it was all the encouragement you needed as you cried out, hips rutting faster to get you there.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock, Nicky” you knew your boyfriend liked it when you talked dirty back to him, and the moan he released at your words was enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a blinding orgasm having you mindlessly moaning, thighs quivering on either side of your boyfriends’, only vaguely aware of Nick’s hands palming hard at your tits.

Harsh breaths and grunts met your ears as you came down slightly from your high, and looking down between your bodies, Nick’s straining cock appeared and disappeared between your folds as Goose fucked into you. Moaning softly at the sight, you let your hands leave their place to tangle into the short hair at the nape of your boyfriend's neck as you whimpered “Coat me with your cum, Goose,”. Whilst you weren’t as well versed in dirty talk as your boyfriend it seemed to work as Goose came hard with a long moan, his white spend spreading and leaking out of his boxers and on to your swollen clit.

Lazily, he rutted his hips, spreading his cum over your pussy, drawing soft moans from you as his lips found yours in soft kisses. Chests heaving, you let your fingers card through his blonde hair, as warmth filled your chest.

“Welcome home, stud,” Goose smiled against your lips as he held you close to his chest again.

“And what a welcome it was, honey!”

#nick bradshaw x reader #nick goose bradshaw x reader #nick bradshaw smut #nick bradshaw x you #nick bradshaw imagine #my writing #smut

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crisiscutie · 26 days

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Yandere!Sephiroth’s dear daughter can’t flee from him or his influence so easily if he KNOCKS HER UP… Droppin’ the other shoe because it was implied a little in the last post last month.

I’d like to hear HCs or a drabble on how it happens and how the sweet girl reacts and how she ends up… Either or, whichever one you feel like writing.

Oh, Sephiroth would not be happy that his sweet girl forced his hand on this... But eventually, darling will need to learn that there's just no getting away from her loving father~.

Content Warning: NSFW. Yandere Father Sephy. Noncon. Cumflation. DDDNE.

Your father effortlessly held you as if you weighed nothing. His hands held your thighs upwards, full-nelson style while slimy pink tentacles spread your unprepared cunt.

You noticed that the pink tentacles were emerging from a fragment of your mother JENOVA, which your father had set aside so he could punish you. This only made your heart pound harder.

You just weren't found of anything related to her, or any tentacles, for that matter.

His throbbing, angry cock neared your cunt, the bulbous head leaking pre-cum.

The tight and possessive hold he had on your body made it difficult for you to move.

"Tell me, is this what you would've wanted from him?" he hissed into your ear, seething with jealousy. "The one you wanted to marry?"

His deep voice had lost its familiar, loving, fatherly tone. Instead, his deep voice was infused with a seething jealousy.

And you couldn't see it, but you knew his slit eyes were burning with fury.

You were absolutely terrified. You had never seen Sephiroth so angry before.

"Please, father! I'm-"

He shoved his cock into your cunt, forcing you to take his entire length at once.

Your father's cock slammed into your cervix repeatedly while he menacingly whispered into your ear.

"I will not allow another man to taint you... Your purity is mine and mine alone to take."

You felt your belly distend from his thrusts, creating a large bulge.

A bigger pink tentacle slid up your body, coiling around one of your tits to play with.

A series of stifled groans escaped his lips. This is a costly lesson you needed to learn, but it was so difficult for him to not go all out on you.

It's not that he's afraid of hurting you; rather it's about stirring the feral JENOVA beast within you. Your protomateria can only restrain so much of your raw power.

But your greedy cunt drew his cock deeper, only encouraging his lustful frenzy.

The pink tentacle playing with your tit became more rough to match Sephiroth's ruthless pace. It managed to coax some milk out of it, even though you weren't lactating.

The pleasure receptors in your brain went into overdrive as he got closer to his orgasm.

You didn't think being fucked by your perfect father could be so exhilarating and rough at the same time.

Just before you lost all sense of reason, you made a feeble plea to him.

"F-Father, why... won't you let me..." He gave your cervix one last brutal thrust. "-GO!"

As he released his warm, sticky load into your womb, both your eyes and his dilated.

Sephiroth panted, his cock still deep within your cunt. He had no intention of withdrawing until your womb could hold no more of his corrupted cum. He still held your thighs upwards.

His familiar, gentle, and affectionate smile returned as your belly swelled with his cum, almost making it look pregnant. He leaned closer to your ear, almost kissing it.

"Because daughters belong to their father, sweet girl..."

You're right, anon, I don't think she's getting away with a heavy belly full of her father's cum.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth #yandere father sephiroth #final fantasy x reader #ff7 #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #x female reader #tw: inc*st

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blitzxiiru · 1 year

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U talked about people giving u scar ideas (in my case even more scar ideas).

P.S.: I LOVED the picture of Leo you drew with electricity scars! They looked very cool! I like how you did, at least with that picture, made them glow, just to make them stand out a bit more; looked awesome. Also, Leo looked hella feral in that picture, and I am ALWAYS here for feral Leo, lol.

And I just saw some clips and amvs (one of those clips being from TMNT clips tumblr) where Shredder almost crushed Leo to death and also threw him very far, hitting a car. I would link it, but tumblr hates me, and doesn't let me (at least currently) link stuff anymore in asks (maybe the Tumblr Gods will let me do so again someday...).

And then later on, in a different scene, he started trying to crush Leo's throat with his clawed hands (man, Shredder, haven't you already done enough damage to Leo's throat and/or windpipe, like sheesh, man!).

Also, since someone mentioned April (you drew her so pretty! And I liked the scars you gave her), Casey defin. would have SOME scars too. Like, for sure some head ones, pretty sure that dude got some and/or a lot of head injuries in that show and/or just scars from being such a brawler.

Also, Raph and Karai are brain worm/brain worms scars buddies! I say that, but that is sad as hell, poor Raph and Karai. I could see them bonding over it though. And Leo and Mikey just worrying about them when they talk about it (Donnie would too, but like, Leo is very much an overprotective sibling and would worry about and/or dote on his siblings/family/close friends, and Mikey worries about his big bros a lot, and knows when they are upset) sometimes.

we fr giving these boys more scars as if they don’t have enough of it already HHAHAHHAHA

thank you!!! i had a hell of a time time drawing that piece btw, it was super fun to draw feral leo. he really deserves to let off some steam.

i think i remember that scene, there was actually a recreation of it during that halloween episode in season 5 if i recall correctly?? poor boy got his arms crushed twice, by the SAME damn person..

shdgsjbdjsbd thank you again <33 april and casey was great to draw too, dude you have no idea how much i needed to touch up on drawing actual people since being hooked on tmnt bc i went literal weeks drawing turtles instead of humans LMAO thank god for muscle memory or else i would’ve forgotten completely. and, yes, absolutely! casey would def have some head injuries, and more centring around his arms and hands too. he’s buddies with mikey, since they both get head injuries so frequently.

karai and raph would tease each other about their brainworm scars lmao, they’d compare which one is nastier and neither would back down until the others have to mediate the two idiots into a draw. this happens everytime they meet btw

hope you enjoy my little doodles about these senarios :)

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You have a praise kink and drew finds out about it and uses it against u every chance he gets like on set,at premieres,getting dinner with the cast ,etc until one day u guys are playfully wrestling and u pull his hair on accident and hear him moan and u use it too ur advantage the same way he’s been doing you. Then one day u both just go FERAL🐱

OBSESSED 😍😍😍

A/n: I am absolutely LOVING these ideas your sending keep it cuming (pun intended 😉)

Warnings: praise kink, hair pulling, smut, 18+

You two were on set just wrapping up a scene, “cut” Jonas said from his director chair. “That’s a wrap for tonight guys, good work” he thru a thumbs up and you and drew. “Wanna get something to eat?” Drew said opening the exit door for you. “Sure. What are you feeling?” You asked. “Mexican?” Drew said. You nodded your head and you two got in his car. “I’ll place a takeout so we can go back home and eat” you said pulling out your phone and calling the restaurant. “Good girl” drew said jokingly. You clenched your thighs at his comment and he noticed and cocked his head towards you smirking. “What was that? Are you turned on right now! Does little miss y/n have a praise kink” he laughed. “Shut up!” You said rolling your eyes and placing your order.

That night drew learned something new about you and he wouldn’t let you forget it. A few months later you guys had finished filming and it was the night of the premiere. You shimmied into your black satin dress that had a low hanging back, slid on your black tie up pumps, and touched up your makeup and hair. “Ready?”drew entered the room in a black tux. “Woah. You look hot” he said clearing his throat a bit nervous. “Thank you” you said grabbing your clutch and heading for the door. “Not so fast” he said pulling you back by the wrist. “I need to tell my girl how good she’s been. Don’t you think?” He raised a brow as his hand snaked around your neck and down your exposed cleavage. “Such a good and pretty girl, I could fuck you right here right now and you’d take it just like the little slut that you are” he whispered in your ear as his free hand lowered its way down your open spine and stopped on your ass, squeezing. A moan slipped past your lips at his words. “Drew, please” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. He pulled fully away from you fixing his cuffs and heading out the room “let’s go, can’t be late” he said leaving you drenched in your arousal.

Later that night after the premiere the cast decided to celebrate with a dinner. All of you seated at the table laughing and talking about all the Barry and Rafe edits you’ve seen and overall how much fun it’s been filming. As the night went on everybody engaged in their own conversation and as drew was making convo with Chas across the table you felt his hand wrap around your thigh and push your legs apart with one hand. You widened your eyes and slammed your thighs shut, keeping his hand from moving any further. Drew leaned in to whisper “be a good slut for me and open your legs” his hot, whiskey breath hit the skin on your neck and you shivered opening your legs unconsciously. “Good job” he winked as he took a sip of his water and continued his convo with chase. His hand kept going higher and higher until it reached the wet spot on your panties. Chase stood up to use the rest room and drew turned to face you. “Such a little slut, can’t even go an hour without getting wet, can you pretty girl?” He said as his eyes grew dark. He was about to pull your panties to the side when the waiter walked up and started placing the food on the table.

Once you two got home you were a bit tipsy walking through your apartment laughing and giggling as you stumbled your way through the dark and tripped over the carpet and you landed on-top of drew. You both burst out laughing for a few minutes until you started to get off of him and go get ready for bed. He pulled you back into him and flipped you two over so he was on top. He held your hands above your head pinned down. You both stared at each other and he leaned down looking at your lips. Your stretched up as much as you could and he attacked your stomach with tickles. “D-d-drew.. stop stop! I surrender.” You laughed as you tried wiggling free from his grip. He stopped his actions and let you go feeling prideful for winning. As soon as you got free you pushed him off and jumped on-top him and laid your own tickles onto him. You both laughed as you wrestled with each other trying to gain dominance. Your hand reached up and pulled his hair in attempt to let him loose his grip on you but instead a moan left his lips and you both froze. “What was that?” You looked at him trying not to laugh. “Nothing” he said getting off of you. “Do you have a hair pulling kink” you smirked propping yourself up on your elbows. “Hey come here” you said pulling him by the neck. You pressed your lips on his and he picked you up and carried you two to the couch.

You sat on top of him and the kiss turned sloppy as your tongues fought in each others mouth. You grinded down into his erection and he grunted as he pulled away and started unbuttoning his shirt and removing his clothes you stood up and pulled the straps of your dress down and took your panties off waiting eagerly for him to pull down his pants and boxers. Once he was finished you climbed back on top of him, your naked body’s touching and he sucked on the skin of your neck making you moan as your hands reach for his hair and rigged roughly. He moaned against your neck. “Enough teasing” he said lifting you up by the hips to hold his cock up and you sat down onto him both staying still for a moment signing as you leaned his forehead on his and taking in the feeling of him stretching you out. It’s been months since you had sex it’s just been so stressful with all the work and filming that you haven’t had time to rip each others clothes off but tonight was gonna be the night you took out all the frustration out on each other and you both knew it wasn’t gonna be gentle. “Shit” you threw your head back and you rocked your hips and started bouncing on his cock. He admired the way your tits pressed into his face as you placed your hands on his thighs behind you and fucked yourself on his shaft. “Good girl, fuck yourself on my cock. Just like that. Soak it up baby” he hissed as you leaned yourself forward and your hands found their way onto his hair and ran your fingers thru it pulling harshly. The room was filled with both of your moans and the sound of Drew’s sick slipping in and out of you. He noticed you were getting tired so he gripped your hips and started slamming up into you. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” He grunted as you pulled harder and harder on his hair. “Drew! gunna cum” you moaned as he suck on your nipple. “Cum for me baby. Give it to me, soak up my cock, just like that pretty girl” he grunted as he slammed up into you harder and harder till he felt your body go limp and he slowed his movements but continued thrusting up to reach his own orgasm. He released himself into you and you felt both your juices spilling down your thighs. He stopped thrusting and catched his breath before pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head. “Good girl, you did so good for me” he praised while leaving kissed atop your head.

A/n: I got carried away with this one. I loved this idea there was just so many ways I could have written it that I couldn’t pick one so that’s why it’s so long. 💕

#smut #drew starkey #outer banks #rafe cameron #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #rafe cameron x reader #fanfic #rafe cameron blurb #rafecameronsmut #obx x reader #obx imagine #rafe obx

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graceofagodswrath · 2 years

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Humans Are Feral: Part 2

Wow, I did not expect that last post to be received so well, and so fast. Thanks so much to all those who left awesome comments, reblogs and notes. And since it was received so well, I decided to go ahead and write the part two I’ve been thinking about since part one.

So, humans can vicious and absolutely feral at times. Our society often criticizes such behavior, referring to it as “acting like an animal.” And don’t get me started on how humans love to make themselves seem important by separating ourselves from the rest of the animal kingdom whether from religious belief or simple egotism. But our animal instincts are still a part of us, even though they have been suppressed through hundreds of years of societal evolution. The biggest example of these primal instincts is the fight or flight response. This is one we commonly experience in day to day situations, however small they may seem. From situations like: being in a crowded room and feeling the urge to run because of overwhelming social anxiety. Or being at the in-laws and they make a rude comment, and you just want to snap back or run out of the house. But you suppress those feelings in order to appear “civilized/normal.” Just some tidbits on human psychology I think about a lot.

But that thing that I mostly think about is how we react in extremely stressful and dangerous situations. One’s in which we perceive are life-threatening. I have been put in a situation where I was nearly fighting for my life, and I remember the wildness I felt. There were no verbal thoughts in my head, nothing I remember being normal. All I could feel was this kind of fear-rage in which I was scared as hell, but also angry because I was scared. I remember the adrenaline and the realization that if I was going to die, I was going to fight with everything I had. Which, looking back, seems kind of strange. Many animals often give up if they realize they’re going to die. But humans don’t. Any kind of hope, any kind of need to fight and survive is all we need to keep going. We rarely just give up.

Imagine:

A ship of imperial soldiers of the Fiuldarian Empire had sighted the Star Chaser. All crew had done their best to push the ship to her point, trying to outrun the imperial flagship. But it was no use. Within a few ticks they had been flown down and anchored. But the soldiers never boarded, which scared Captain Din:ai. She stood in the control room before her holoscreens, staring with fear-blown eyes. The imperial ship never sent a communications, nor did it fire any weapons. She had no idea what was going to happen.

Until something did happen.

From the comm, Equaloi’s high-pitched screams shattered the tense silence. The feathered Unaga’o cried out something in their native tongue before a wet gargle cut his voice. His comm cut off, but not before a strange clicking and growl were heard. All in the room stood still, antenna, fur, and scaly plates twitching with anticipation. All eyes stared up at the Captain, awaiting her orders. Or reassurance. Something. But the tall Diralo stood as still as her crew, three-fingered hands balled tightly.

The comm went off again, making several in the room jump. This time heavy breathing sounded. “I just found Equaloi and Fir’nad.” Alex Risach, the only human among Din:ai’s crew. They sounded unnervingly calm, but there was something off about their voice. “They’re not…alive. And they’re all over the place.” Din’ai drew in a sharp breath, her breathing cavities in her chest whistling lowly. Two dead. But not from soldiers.

Din:ai pressed the receiver. “What do you mean by ‘all over the place’?”

“I mean,” Alex said. “That they are in pieces. Torn apart.” Alex’s next sentence made Din:ai’s blood grow cold. “Imperial soldiers did not do this.” Din:ai remained silent, thinking desperately about what to do. Her long kallocks of experience did not prepare her for this situation. Because as much as she wished to deny it, the last few minutes made it clear what was going on. Something was aboard the Star Chaser. And it was extremely dangerous.

“Risach, listen to me. You must make your way to the control room. Any crew you find must follow these same instructions. Whatever is aboard is extremely dangerous, and must not be approached until we know what it is. Do you copy?” There was silence on the other side. Din:ai grew tenser with every quiet second. “Risach, do you copy?”

A click of the comm. And an alien screeching. Angry words could be heard in a human language, one Din:ai did not recognize as a common tongue. Then a feral scream, one that had the scales along Din:ai’s back arching in terror. Every crew member listened in rapt attention, all trying to imagine what was going on behind the sounds.

Then Alex’s voice screaming above the commotion.

“GET SHIT ON MOTHERFUCKER!” A howling squeal followed. A click as the comm turned off. Another click as it turned back on. “On my way to the control room. I recommend all weapons off safety and for everyone to take cover. This thing is mean and ugly as sin.” Their heavy breathing didn’t hide the deep gruffness in their voice. Din:ai pushed away the observation. She could worry about deciphering human language tones later.

She reached under her command center, grabbing the firearm she had hidden earlier. All other crew in the room followed suit. Din:ai pulled up a hole map of the ship, centering in on Alex’s orange-dotted life signal. And the life signal following them. The label above the beeping red dot read ‘unknown’. Both signals were closing in on the command room’s eastern doorway. The giant Diralo captain signaled to all crew present to aim their weapons at the door.

“Anything non-human coming through that door gets shot, understood?” Nods and chirps of agreement. The room became quiet once more, the atmosphere thick with fear-scent. Then sounds could be heard beyond the door. A strange clicking-screeching drowned out everything. Din:ai jerked when banging sounded on the other side of the door. Alex’s voice muffled through the walls.

“OPEN IT!” Din:ai shouted. Yugi, a derumo juvenile who was closest to the door, hit the controls beside it. The door slide upward, exposing the dim hallway and the blood-covered human behind it. Alex sprinted through, turning to aim their weapon at the open doorway.

Then the creature appeared. All recoiled at the sight. Alex spoke true. It was immensely ugly. It resembled a Terran arachnid, long spindly legs supporting a large, hulking body that stood just above Alex’s height. But that is where similarities ended. It was covered in black chitinous armor, spiked and sharp. A pair of spindly arms with elongated claws sat beneath its head. It’s head swayed low, its mouth shaped like a five pointed star shape, teeth covering every flesh surface. Beady black eyes stared from its skull, reflecting the light beaming down. It screeched and charged toward Alex. The crew opened fire.

The gunfire seemed to stop it for a moment before it grew confident again. Because the barrage of bullets and energy weapons barely dented its thick black armor. The clawed arms beneath its head rose to protect its eyes from the oncoming assault.

The gunfire began to lessen as ammo was lost, and the creature noticed. With its head shielded, it approached through the fire storm. That’s when a cloud of fire billowed over it. It screeched and fell back. Alex stalked forward, their weapon drawn against their shoulder, and let loose another bout of streaming flame. The creature retreated, it’s clicks an incessant stream of fearfulness.

“I am so glad I grabbed my flamethrower instead!” Alex shouted. Many of the crew realized their weapons were not effective against the creature, backing under their respective shelters beneath command boards.

Alex’s weapon sputtered and lost its flame. A curse under their breath and they scrambled to reload. But they weren’t fast enough. The creature sprang forward in the moment of weakness and latched its jaws around Alex’s leg. Alex screamed as the beast tore into flesh, red blood spattering on the white floors. It but down and began dragging Alex away, swinging and throwing them around. Alex screamed and cursed in their human tongue, beating at the creature’s head with their weapon.

The weaponless crew could only watch as their human crew mate battled a seemingly hopeless war. Some had run to the western doors, opening them and running away into the depths of the ship.

Din:ai was of the few that stayed, aiming a nearly empty energy gun at the armored beast. She was horrified watching as Alex was tossed about. But what more surprised her was the continued struggle on Alex’s part. They didn’t stop. They continued to beat down upon the creature’s head, screaming and kicking with their free leg at any exposed hide. Even as more blood was lost they fought back.

And Din:ai felt some of her courage, if not shame, return watching the small human fight. She aimed her gun, locking onto the beast’s one exposed weakness: it’s eyes. The black beady things were covered with it’s strange claws, shielding itself from the onslaught of Alex’s flamethrower. The creature was snarling as it dragged Alex, but Alex was snarling back. Din:ai, waiting for an opening, watched as Alex dug the flamethrower beneath the creatures contorted claws, letting go and tearing at it face with their own hands. Their fingers tore wildly, landing on the creatures jaws, trying to part the cage of flesh and teeth latched to their leg. Alex was able to tear away one of the creature’s jaw flaps and pulling with all their strength, ripped it off. Din:ai’s eyes widened. The creature screamed, and Alex screamed back.

The pain the creature was experiencing caused it to lose focus. It’s claws dropped, exposing its eyes. Din:ai took the shot. The wet, electrical sound of an energy discharge into flesh was heard. The creature stopped screaming. Instead it contorted and struggled. Alex was dropped, rolling away and clutching their leg. The creature continued its death throes for a moment more, then its legs curled together and it slumped to the ground, becoming still.

When Din:ai was sure the creature was dead, she crawled down to Alex. The human was clinging to their leg, clutching the horrific wound still leaking blood. Din:ai leaned over them tearing of her clothing covering her torso. She went to move Alex’s hands, but the deep growl the human made caused her to freeze. Din:ai had never heard such sounds come from humans, nor did she know they could do such things. They sounded as ugly as the creature’s. She stared down at Alex.

“Please remove your hands. We need to stifle the bleeding.” Alex stared up at her with large eyes, the white around the brown irises strangely animalistic. Scared and wild. Their chest was heaving, breath loud and raspy. They growled again, baring their teeth in a ugly grimace, then exhaling and letting their hands drop. Din:ai surveyed the wound before wrapping it. The beast had torn the flesh away from the bone, the off-white color unnatural underneath the red flesh. Bits of skin and meat hung from the wound, held together by the thinnest of muscle sinew. It was terrible.

Din:ai wrapped it, ignoring the red blood collecting on her hands. She instead focused on Alex’s wellbeing. “You are extraordinary.” She said. “I always wondered why you humans are held in such high regard. You should not be alive after that beast had you in its jaws.”

Alex snorted. “I’m from Australia.” They grunted, grimacing in pain. “I’ve seen bigger fuckers than that thing. Dealt with worse than that thing.”

Din:ai did not doubt her colleague’s words.

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Wow this was fun. This is the kind of stuff I like to write. Horror-thriller short stories with a little bit of badassery sprinkled in. Thank you again to everyone who bombarded my phone with notifications about how liked my first post was. That was wild. Brought me back to my Wattpad days. If anyone has any suggestions for future story prompts, I may or may not use it. I love writing about how humans can be stupid badasses, it brings in the serotonin. This blog might even become more sci-fi short stories with “humans are space orcs/Australians/insane” prompts. Dunno. lets see what happens.

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annahxredaxted · 1 year

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sweetheart crochets during road trips cough cough

Angel is a wizz at sewing, and mixes and matches hoodies all the time david secretly loves it

When baabe and sweetheart first hung out via the wolf boys they were surprised bc they were besties in 7th grade

Darlin is damn near fuckin blindddd but they wear contacts bc they think glasses make them look less intimidating but Sam think their cute with them.

Milo once saw a pigeon poop on Asher’s head and said absolutely nothing.

Sam only drinks coffee if it has honey in it.

Vincent Hates coffee tho

David only takes cold showers- unless angels with him then he can bear the heat.

Sweetheart doesn’t have daddy issues- fuck they call their dad every night, it’s their mommy they have issues with.

Aaron likes to pretend he didn’t have a MySpace account.

Smartass can whittle/carve, they made Aaron a mug with a butt on it.

Sweetheart has legitimately Every Nancy drew book

Laskos a slut. (Jk that’s already cannon. )

Gavin’s favorite ice cream is pistachio.

Milo doesn’t know who the majority of A-list artists are, but K-POP artists? He will list them all alphabetically

Baabe dislikes Plaid.

Huxleys favorite cereal is that cookie cereal with the wolf.

Asher says “mommy? Sorry Mommy? Sorry”(gn) when he sees baabe.

Freelancer collects bugs, and keeps them in little glass containers in an extra room- Gavin usually avoids said room.

Speaking of which, Gavin’s an arachnophob.

Baby (Ollie) is constantly quoting vine

Ollie is a floofy boi.

Sweetheart was a Hugeee nerd in MS/HS. I mean band kid, chess captain, class president, DnD the full length

Guy knows every word to JAWNEYs music. He went batshit feral, when It’s never fair always true. Came out

Honey is allergic to honey.

One time in high school some one bet angel they couldn’t memorize the shrek script in a week, guess who came hollering about swamps a week later?

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leelei1980 · 4 months

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Bar Room Blitz

Eddie sees a guy bothering you during one of his shows and when the loud mouth frat boy doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone, Eddie takes matters into his own hands..

Authors note-This One-Shot was inspired by this string of re-blogs that had me absolutely FERAL https://www.tumblr.com/eddiemunsons-missingnipple/738968147033538560

Wrote this this baby in the wee hours of the night in about an hour, didn’t proofread so there could be mistakes, I will go back and proof read it later..

TW: 🛑Smut Warning-Mature Content- 18+- Minors DNI🛑 Violence(fistfights,brawling) and of course a little smut.

" What part of she's my girlfriend, stay the fuck away from her, did you not comprehend? "

Eddie asks walking up to the arrogant frat boy asshole that had been harassing you all night while he was up on stage. "I told you to leave her the fuck alone."

You grab onto Eddies arm and try to pull him away but he doesn't budge. " It's not worth your breath or bloodshed baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, why don't you just go? She's not even worth it." The Frat boy laughed, giving you a dirty look.

That's when you saw Eddie snap. In all the time that you had known Eddie you had seen him brawl just a few times, usually it was because of some loudmouth drunk being disrespectful to you or one of your friends. Let's face it , the Hideout was a dive bar that drew in a rough crowd, and sometimes stupid college kids that thought they were better than everyone else. But because Eddie's band played there you knew a lot of the regulars and they never gave you a problem.

" Baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, baby, just fucking go." College Boy said crowding into Eddies personal space.

You watched a cocky smile spread across your boyfriends face. " No Sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere. You just sit back , finish your drink and keep lookin pretty. You've got nothing to worry about."

The guy looked Eddie over and smirked, talking over his shoulder to his friend. " I think this long haired freak is trying to pick a fight with me."

" I'm not the one who started this Asshole, but I can be the one that finishes it." Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The Frat boy laughed. "Oooo, I'm so scared."

Big fucking mistake. It was amazing how often people would look at Eddie and underestimate his strength. He wasn't a huge muscular guy, but he was quick and tough and knew how to fight, mostly because he had been bullied his most of his life.

Eddie laughed right back at him. " I'll tell you what Fuckhead, I'll even let you take the first swing. Go ahead." Eddie smirked and pointed to his jaw." Try to fucking hit me, I fucking dare you."

You looked at Neil, who was supposed to be tending bar but at the moment he was leaning forward ready to watch the show." Hey Neil, I think you should call Hopper."

" Good call, this could get messy."

Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the man take the first swing, but Eddie was fast and ducked then countered , punching the guy right in the fucking eye.

The bar patrons all let out an " Oof," then went back to drinking their beer.

" You son of a bitch!" Frat boy shouted, than began swinging wildly, being drunk and only being able to see out of one eye was certainly doing him no favors.

Unfortunately one of his wild punches hit Eddie in the mouth and he stumbled back a moment , wiped his bloodied mouth with the back of his hand but then quickly regrouped. He smirked "Damn, that's it? That's all you got? No wonder you haven't got a girlfriend, you're a fucking pussy."

That's when the place erupted. Curses were spewed, fist were flying and you did your best to keep track of your boyfriend. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the crowd gather around them. God you hoped Hops would show up soon. It shouldn't be too long, it was a Saturday night and there was nothing else for the people of this town to do other than come out and drink, he had to be close, waiting on people to leave then pulling them over to do field sobriety tests.

Almost on cue you heard his husky , loud voice getting closer as he made his way through the crowd of onlookers. " Alright , that's enough, break it up boys." Hawkins Chief of Police Jim Hopper barreled his way in, his large frame looming as he grabbed the two fighting men, thankfully avoiding any misplaced punches that were being thrown. "Enough!" He pulled them apart. It was then that you saw Eddie, breathing hard, still running on pure adrenaline, with a split lip and a puffy eye, but looking much better than his opponent.

You ran to him as quickly as you could and threw your arms around him, as Hopper wrestled Frat boy to the ground.

He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head."Pretty sure I won that one, wouldn't you say Dollface?" He smirked, blood smearing his teeth.

" Is it really winning if you walk away with a busted face Eds? " You grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and dabbed at the cut on his lip.

" I had to defend my Princess's honor."

" As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I wish you wouldn't fight for me. I hate seeing you get hurt."

" Oh come on Darlin, you and I both know that you think I look sexy with a fat lip."

You shook your head and smiled at him." Your incorrigible. Come on Rocky, let's go get you cleaned up and assess the damage." You would never in a million years admit it or encourage it, but watching him fight, god it made you hot.

You dragged him off to the ladies bathroom and locked the door. " God baby your a mess." You closed the lid on the toilet and motioned for him to sit down as you washed your hands and wet some paper towels. You watched as he carefully brought his shaky hand up to his lip and touched it.

" Does it hurt baby?"

" It's fine Sweetheart, I'm still fucking pumped up and not feeling anything yet."

You brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead before dabbing at the cuts on his lip. " You fucking destroyed him Eds. " You carefully washed away the blood, and as you did you felt his big brown eyes watching you.

" To be fair , I fucking warned him."

" You did." You sighed." I just hate that your bloody and bruised because of me."

" I would do it again too." He took your face in his battered hands." I would fight to the fucking death for you."

Your heart skipped a beat." I know you would Baby -"

In an instant his mouth was crashing into yours, kissing you hungrily, greedily, despite his injuries. You knew what would come next. Hot, wild sex. The man fucked with the same intensity and ferocity as he fought.

His hands grabbed at you as he stood, tugging at your clothing and quickly disrobing you as he pushed you up against the wall.

" I fucking need you right fucking now." He growled in your ear as you frantically worked at his belt buckle and finally tugged down his jeans.

His cock sprung out, standing at attention, ready to be buried in your hot, wet core.

" Fuck me, Eddie, please." You whined as he pinned you against the wall and lifted you up. You wrapped yourself around him and held on for dear life as he thrusted up into you, making you gasp.

He groaned as he fucked you into the wall," So fucking good Sweetheart, this, this, is worth fighting for. "

" Your my fucking hero." You murmured into his neck causing him to pound into you even harder. " F-feels so good baby, don't stop-"

" Munson, are you in there?" There was a knock,Hopper was just outside the door.

You pursed your lips together trying to hold in the cries of pleasure that wanted to slip past your lips as he continued to fuck you at an unrelenting pace. You were so close, and at this moment you could care less if the Chief of police was standing outside the door.

" Munson? I have a few questions for you-"

" This isn't a good time Hops-" he said through gritted teeth, never stopping or slowing down one bit.

You quietly whimpered as he repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside you and you felt the spring inside you snap. A wave of pleasure washed over you and Eddie closed his mouth over yours , muffling the sounds of your cries. You felt his body shutter and you held him tightly as he finally let himself go.

" Eddie? "Hopper knocked again." Hey kid, are you alright in there?"

Eddie smiled as he leaned his forehead to yours, "Never fucking better. I just, I just need a minute."

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again. This time he winced, his lips puffy and even more swollen from the feverish kissing. You mouthed, " Sorry." And he just smiled as you untangled your body from his and he carefully set your feet back down on the ground.

" Just uh cleaning myself up a little-". Well he wasn't lying.

" And why aren't you cleaning yourself up in the men's bathroom-"

" Because it's fucking disgusting in there Sir. I don't want to get a disease-"

" Good point."

Eddie tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt, then winked at you before opening up the door just enough to slip out. " You have questions Chief?"

" Jesus kid, your probably going to have a shiner in the morning."

" Isn't the first time, won't be the last. The guy wouldn't leave my girl alone-"

" That checks out with the story that I've heard from the other customers."

You carefully , quietly cleaned yourself up and put yourself back together as the Chief questioned Eddie in the hallway outside the door.

" Well the good news is Kid, that your not getting into any trouble- this time. Next time try to avoid confrontation if at all possible."

" Just trying to liven up your Saturday night Chief."

You listened, ear at the door for your chance to escape.

" I prefer taking a nap in the patrol car to taking a punch to the gut."

" I'll keep that in mind."

" Oh, and Munson, can you tell your girlfriend when she decides to sneak out of the ladies room that I need to question her about the incident? Thanks."

" Shit." You muttered and on the other side of the door Eddie laughed.

" You got it chief."

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As always thank you for reading! Comments and re-blogs are everything❤️

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #fighting Eddie makes me feral #bar room brawler Eddie Munson #but I was just defending her honor

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ghuleh-recs · 3 months

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♡ Fandom Faves Tag ♡

Tag 1-3 (or as many as you want) of your favorite creators (writers, artists, outstanding members of the community etc) and link your favorite creation if you can.

Thank you for the tags @midnight-moth and @coffeeghoulie! I'm gonna challenge myself to not wax poetic and keep these extra short and sweet. That way it's not as intimidating for others to participate (hope that makes sense). Oh and I'm not putting a "keep reading."

Witness my faves (ง •̀_•́)ง

@midnight-moth (who started this tag game ♡) drew THE Phantom art of all time and I recently went absolutely feral for:

Buried in Treasure - Dew x Phantom - E, 3.6k

When his eyes roll forward again, he notices more than just the same riff playing over and over. He notices Phantom’s grip on his hand simultaneously go still and tight. He notices the rosy flush on his cheeks, and the tent in his pants that he tries to conceal with the hand holding the phone. It takes more than a few seconds for all of the dots to connect and when the thought is fully formed, Dew grabs the phone and launches it to the end of the bed.

@ramblingoak hey why is there an angel in the satanic band fandom? I created this whole blog so I could shout about:

The Cardinal's Bride - Cardinal Copia x F!Reader - E, 91k (wip)

A Romantic Adventure in the Old West: After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about…

@conjuring-ghouls finds the perfect moments and turns them into the loveliest gifs. On top of that she is endlessly kind and supportive. Look at these!!!

@coffeeghoulie is writing the Aeon x Swiss hurt/comfort fic of y'all's dreams and I got to do my first "official" art collab for it yay!!

Eternal Heatstroke - Aeon x Swiss - M, 17k (wip)

For once in their life, Aeon feels lucky. Whoever's opened this portal, whoever's summoning ghouls Up Top, specifically wants a quintessence ghoul. They may not be the biggest or strongest quintessence ghoul, far from it, but they'll do anything this summoner wants if it means they get to live. Or: being Topside is a drastic change from the life Aeon's used to.

@writingjourney truly the kindest soul and an absurdly talented writer. I screenshot Ibi's tags on my posts all the time because they cheer me up so much 🥹🥹

Friday Nights (series) - Papas x GN!Reader - E, 40k

“But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.” ― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla Each of these stories features a vampire papa and a gender neutral reader.

@anamelessfool writes some of the best world building and characterizations that I have ever read in fanfiction AND she's a fantastic artist.

Violence & Gentleness - Primo x OC - E, 50k (wip)

You made me forget myself...I thought I was someone else, someone good... LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

@foxybouquet makes wonderful art and her colloquial Italian posts are an incredible resource for the fandom.

@angellayercake has angel in her username for a reason tbh. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I learned important things about myself and my love language whilst reading the brilliant:

Banchetto - Terzo x F!Reader - E, 22k (wip)

Papa Emeritus III is struggling to adapt to his life after the Ghost project but perhaps some good homemade Italian food will do the trick.

(I'm cutting myself off here because I could do this all day. I will probably be making another list in the near future because I love and admire so many of you. 😅)

No pressure at all but I would really love to see this tag game keep going! If you're reading this please consider adding some of your personal favorites to the list! This fandom could use some positivity right about now ♡

#i was very calculated with who i tagged btw #i am trusting some of you to tag who i didn't 😅#tag game

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starsandhughes · 11 months

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Hi, yes! I’m here to participate in Sissy & co Tuesdays. 😈

I’m gonna need just a small crumb of a visual of protective!Trevor and/or Quinn (or any of the boys, to be honest) in action because there’s nothing more I love than men acting out and being absolutely feral

let’s take it back to high school, shall we? (yes i’m aware it’s a lil cringey i went full hs drama on a tv show)

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while you were very loved among the NTDP boys, some of the other athletes at school didn’t really like that you were center of attention all the time. and by that you mean that the other athletes’ girlfriends didn’t like that you were center of attention all the time. they wanted to put you in your place for their girls.

a football player, the backup quarterback to be exact, cornered you with a few other players at your locker after school one day.

“well if it isn’t the princess,” Garrett, the quarterback, said as he put an arm above you against the lockers to trap you.

maybe you should be scared, but you were a bit too cocky for that.

you crossed your arms, “can you move? my brother’s waiting for me.”

“mmmm, i don’t think so,” he said and got closer. “see, my girlfriend doesn’t really like you. she doesn’t like that you’re stealing her senior year. she wants to be prom queen, and you seem to have the popular vote.”

“that really isn’t my problem,” you scoffed. “maybe your girlfriend should realize being prom queen isn’t everything.”

“so you agree!” he smirked. “you’ll be dropping out.”

“dropping out?” you laughed. “i was voted in! and i certainly don’t bow down to some football player’s girlfriend who isn’t even here to discuss her issues herself. do you fight all of her battles?”

this didn’t sit well with Garrett. if anything, it made him angrier. the only issue with that? he caused a scene. he drew attention. he drew your boyfriend.

“hey!” Trevor shouted from across the hall.

“is that your boyfriend here to fight your battles?” Garrett spat. “i thought you were tougher than that, princess.”

Trevor took his opportunity to come from behind and slam Garrett against the lockers, being sure to hit his head hard against them.

“what the fuck?!”

“back. the fuck. up,” Trevor seethed.

“easy there, Zegras! we were just having a little chat. weren’t we?”

you rolled your eyes, “you mean you trying to intimidate me into dropping out of the running for prom queen? sure. we were having a chat.”

Trevor had enough and swung, putting enough power to his punch to knock Garrett down.

“next time you come near here, you’re going to have a lot more than just me to deal with!”

#penalty box series: blurbs #penalty box series #sissy and co. tuesdays #trevor zegras #trevor zegras blurb

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could we get some t4t law w a transmasc mc? I'm absolutely feral for any t4t btd content but ur transfem law portrayal has me in a chokehold I need that girl so bad

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES WE CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

1200+ words, t4t love is divine <3 love your local transfem today <3

You took in a low hiss through your teeth as the skinny needle slid into your skin, sinking deep into your flesh.

"That okay?" Law mumbled lowly from where she was kneeling at your feet, her hand (big, lovely, a little bony) on your soft hip as the other held the syringe tight and pressed the plunger down, injecting the testosterone fluid into you.

There was something phallic about the gesture, and had you pointed it out, she probably would have agreed with you (though might have chided you afterwards).

"Yeah. I just never get used to the sting, you know?" You mumbled quietly, biting your lip to hide your coy smile as she rubbed a soothing circle into your skin, shaking her head (shaking out her blonde hair, she had cut it yesterday with a razor and made her bangs too short) with a little chuckle.

She laughed a lot more these days. She blamed therapy. You blamed yourself.

"Mm, I know," She nodded and drew back the needle, giving your hip a quick kiss as she stood to her feet, her willowy height putting her almost a head taller than you. Not like you ever minded that, though, you certainly made up for her height advantage in other respects (when she let you). "You're a big boy though, you can handle it. It's not so bad."

"No, it's not so bad…" You murmured as she started to prep her own needle (after disposing of yours in a trash can under her sink, never properly), admiring the harsh slope of her crooked spine, her broad shoulders, her slim waist, clad in nothing more than a cropped vest and a pair of sleep shorts.

She was beautiful, you thought, as you slipped behind her and rested your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her freckled skin against yours, but a beauty that was strange and personal. You liked that more than conventional beauty, though.

"Needy," She mumbled softly, a smile on her delicate features.

"Mmhmm…want me to do you?" You replied, watching attentively as she drew in her own hormone fluid with the new syringe and glanced up at you through the mirror, those once lifeless grey eyes filled with sweet fondness (in spite of how dead they remained).

"Yes, please…" Law whispered, her voice raspy and low, not the higher tone that she usually took these days.

She was honest with you. She used her true voice, and showed her true self, even if it had the potential of being scary or dangerous.

You were never scared of her.

It was an equivalent exchange of submission, you thought, as your hips pressed tightly together and your arms circled her skinny waist (too skinny, she should eat more, she should eat better), taking the needle in hand.

The willingness to be penetrated, to be the vulnerable one, to be the one taken…she submitted to you as you did, so often, to her.

She was trembling slightly from the anticipation, maybe the cool air of the bathroom too, but managed to keep her voice as level and calm as she could, like she didn't want to show you how much she wanted you, how much she wanted this.

"Ready…" She mumbled softly, though the word trailed off into a low moan as you pressed the tip of the syringe into her flesh, almost to the very hilt of the needle. Too deep, you knew that, you'd been injecting yourselves for months now, but...it felt right to do it like this now.

"How are you feeling, baby?" You asked quietly, pushing the plunger down and emptying the contents of the syringe into her.

"Mmm…mmh," She moaned again, tipping her head back against your shoulder (her blonde hair tickling your collarbone as she did so), her hands trembling as they went down to your hand on her thigh.

Her cock was stirring to attention in the loose sleep shorts, and you could see it gently twitch and jump beneath the gusset of the thin cotton.

"Ah, someone's getting excited," You murmured with a coy smile, as your other hand slid to her hip and trailed along the harsh V-line of her pelvis, to squeeze and grope at her cock and stroke it into full arousal.

"Hahhh…" She breathed out shallowly, her chest rising up and down as the last of the estrogen was emptied into her body. She gripped your wrist tightly, her underlying strength still clear as she dug bit nails into the delicate lines of your veins.

"So hot," You murmured, taking the needle out of her thigh and planting your now free hand on her hips, pinning her still against the bathroom sink.

Her body pressed tightly against yours, and you wanted nothing more than to merge into her, melt into her, feel your skin graft with hers and your bodies become one. But you couldn't do that, at least not physically, so you held her hips tighter and forced her to turn, seeing her flushed face up close, her backside hitting the edge of the sink.

"You make me feel like a God, Law," You rasped lowly (your voice had sunk a couple of octaves in the months of doing this together), pressing a hungry kiss against her neck, running your tongue over her throat.

She stifled a weak cry as her arms wrapped around your shoulders and clutched onto you tight, her bitten nails digging into your skin, threatening to tear into you.

You wanted nothing more than for her to do that.

"And you feel like Heaven…" You gasped, running your tongue over her sharp collarbone (so sharp, you wondered how it hadn't punctured her skin), before erratically shoving her tank top up her chest, still groping her hard cock through her shorts. "I hope every angel in Heaven looks just like you…"

"Mh…" Law shivered as you tongued her skin, running her own tongue over her lips as you kissed and nipped down her sternum. "I'm…mm, I'm no angel." She whispered with a shy smile, her pale skin flushed.

"Yeah, you are…" You replied in a tone as close to awe as you could manage, reaching up to grope her tiny chest, the growing swell of her breast filling your palm, and pinching at her sensitive nipple. "I hope all the angels are girls like you…sharp noses and broad shoulders and perfect tits, just like yours."

"Ngh-!" She gasped, her body tensing up and her grey eyes fluttering shut as you toyed with and stimulated each of her most sensitive spots, the gradual squeezing of her cock turning into subtle jerks, up and down the impressive length. "Ah…g-god…"

"Mm, you can call me-" You growled your name with a grin as you dipped your head and suckled her nipple, pressing your body even closer to hers.

She wheezed out a husky giggle at your bad joke, her trembling hands reaching up to cradle your head against her breast, like a baby to its mother, fingers pushing into your hair and pushing her chest outward, as if presenting herself to you.

"Mm, you're my God," She mumbled, reaching down with her free hand to rub against the damp patch gathering in your boxers, making you moan and bite down on her nipple. "You shape me, you mould me into a proper woman, a proper girl…an angel, that's what makes you my God…"

"You too, baby…" You whispered, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to her breast. "You make me more of a man…"

"You are…you're my man," She smiled, holding you even tighter. "And I'm your God…"

#lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #drabbles #qs #girlfriend to death #is it. isn't law just a woman now. who knows #anyway anon who reqqed this. you're so real for that #listened to the twin peaks soundtrack while writing this. highly recommended

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