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gretavanlace · 2 months
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Mama lace, I was wondering if you could write something just based off this line “Sir? May I call you that, sir? Or do you prefer daddy, sir?” Cause I need it👀👀👀
Ooooooh this is delicious! On the list it goes
Who are we thinking? Sir, so Jake, right? Or maybe jake? I guess we could always go with Jake, or perhaps jake
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poket-mansters · 4 months
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ooooooh new Pokemon video with Nemona and the main character 👀
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It’s very beautifully animated, and I’m getting some sapphic vibes perhaps?
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 6 months
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I don’t have anyone else to tell this so I’m just going to tell you my theory for next book.. ok so everyone’s so concerned about Elriel this or Elucien that.. i don’t think she’s gonna end up with either of them. For the entire series everyone is always so worried about Elain and protecting her and coddling her and shielding her from danger and i read how her book will be filled with so much of her female rage because she’s grown tired of being sweet, soft innocent Elain that everyone is always so worried about. So here’s what i think will happen.. she’ll really grow into her power and independence away from the IC (remember it’s pretty obvious that she doesn’t belong in the Night Court, it just goes against her nature). On the heels of some epic battle, I think something will happen to Tamlin, either he’ll die or renounce his thrown in some way because he never wanted to be High Lord anyways and is clearly unhappy in that role and Elain will end up running the Spring Court on her own as High Lady. Who else can bring the the Spring Court back to life better than Elain who’s described over and over that that’s what she literally does. I think Azriel and Gwyn will end up as mates and I’m still playing with the idea of what will happen with Lucien but we all want some kind of MFM OR MMF situation so perhaps we’ll get it with the band of exiles (it’s a stretch but it’s some fun razzle dazzle to think about)
OOOOOOH this is such an interesting theory 👀👀honestly we’ve seen so little of Elain that there’s not much we know about who she is to her core, but I’d rather see her come alive for a reason like this than because of a love interest sweeping in and bringing her out of her shell 🤷🏻‍♀️I love this 💁🏻‍♀️
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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years
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Ooooooh but how would marc and jake act during roleplay 👀👀👀😏
Oh ho ho... it's spicy time again.
Marc Spector:
*He has a good idea of how it works, not because he has experienced it but because, uh... p*rn. Anyways, if the oportunity arises, he'll take that wave and ride it until the last consequences. And you seem excited for that.
*Now let me introduce you to Dr (Y/LN), a cute outside, thug inside Egyptologist, and mister Spector, a harsh mercenary with a heart of gold and steel muscles (yeah, that's on the script, don't look at me). You're in the middle of a very important expedition to find an ancient artifact but due to evil headhunters you must hide in a hotel room and Spector, as your bodyguard, cannot leave you alone even for a minute, which leads to naughty situations.
*Marc feels so comfortable with his role you can't tell if he's just being himself but using your made-up names or there's a side of him you didn't know until now. He even speaks a little different, calling you "Doctor" or "Young lady" 'cause your character is a little sturborn and very much a cocktease.
*And ooooh how exquisite is to have Marc taking you out of the shower, all wet and kicking while calling him a "pretentious git", towering you on the bed and touching you so intense and so kinky you blush like a complete first-timer.
*Yeah, this is an imaginary scenario but, hey -Marc has the resources to make it true, and a second trip to Cairo that looks like a vacation will help to make it more real. Just think about your body being captured under Marc's in a linen sheet bed, Egyptian sunset light behind the curtains and the mixed sound of an electric fan and your moans while Marc fucks you deep and slow like only him knows.
Jake Lockley:
*He lives and breathes for role play. I made a fanfic which explores very little this topic, but let's get more into Jake's heated mind because he's the master of it.
*You just need to say a simple sentence to summarize your kinky fantasy and Jake does the rest. Of course he's more into the very, very naughty side. And once you begin to play, he's so in character he won't break under any circumstances.
*"Just one thing, bonita" he says "The safeword is basta" "Jake, we're not going to do..." "Trust me, you'll need it"
*He likes anything that involves his limo. A stray worker searching for a sexy client? A naive girl who needs a lift? Or, why not, an innocent passenger who gets kidnapped by their good-looking driver? Of course Jake makes sure you'll be completely safe during the first act, but yeah, the whole thing amuses him very much, perhaps too much.
*Either you remain in the limo for the fun or get into his place to be more comfortable, he proves to be a great actor. Most of the, uh, script, was actually planned by him and you just had to pick the things you were into and the ones who don't, so don't worry, he's very well prepared to give you a more than satisfactory evening.
*Plus: Jake speaks in Spanish more often than usual, which is actually a thing. If you speak Spanish too perhaps he'll change the safeword to another one to make it easier, but if you don't, he'll be more than happy to translate a few words to you while his dirty talk goes from zero to one hundred eighty in a few seconds.
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ladynamida · 9 months
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DMC Questions Anon here!
There are many who if you ask them will say they aren't quite convinced that Sparda's dead. What is your opinion on the matter? If you believe he's alive, what do you think has been going on with him all of these years?
Even you you believe he's dead, let's just hypothetically say he's making his return after DMC 5. How do you think this will go? What do you think he's been doing? How will he react to this new world and all that's happened? Most importantly, how will other characters react to his return?
Hi DMC Questions anon!!
Ooooooh I couldn't let this question pass because I actually have semi-formed thoughts on the matter that I can put into some kind of words!
Perhaps it's wishful thinking, but no, I dont think Sparda is dead (...yet). The prologue in DMC1 says he continued to preserve harmony until his death, right? Since DMC is kind of notorious for not giving exact dates for events (unless your brain is especially wrinkly and you manage to get some semblance of a timeline from all of the mainline and ancillary media) I like to headcanon that this epic speech introducing us to Sparda is the story of Sparda as told within the DMC universe. Imagine it as a bedtime story told to children, or the front page of a "Welcome to The Order" pamphlet, if you please. So maaaaybe we could postulate that if the prologue was written/spoken at a different time to DMC1 inside the DMC universe, Sparda is still alive to date (post DMC5) and still has a part to play.
In contradiction to what I've just said, if he is alive, I don't think he will be for long. I wouldn't be surprised if Dante and Vergil find him somewhere down in hell, imprisoned or otherwise incapacitated by forces unknown (maybe even someone pulling Mundus' strings so we can scale up the final boss fight once again 👀👀👀). Instead, perhaps he is trapped in a prison of his own making for reasons also unknown, maybe after trying once again to separate the demon and human worlds to protect his family from the growing threat Mundus posed when the twins were children, the threat that bore fruit on that fateful day. My brain, alas, does not have much space for detail (too many thoughts of Vergil). We're blessed in this fandom with many excellent fics that can explain it though!
Why doesn't Sparda live? I don't think he would make it out of hell, as amazing as it would be to see him answer Dante's antique rotary phone wearing his antique monocle and answering "Devil May Cry" in an equally antique accent. If Sparda were to nobly sacrifice himself to save his children, grandchild and the world they call home (put a sock in it Vergil!) it could be a way for the twins to finally receive some long overdue paternal love after all of those years alone. I don't know if either of them would be able to believe it with anything less than grand gesture. Let Vergil and Dante struggle to reunite with Sparda but ultimately find acceptance, respect and unconditional love for the people they have become. Especially Dante, who despite his claims to "not have a father" did a pretty fine job following his his father's footsteps and protecting humanity no matter how many times he was hurt by them. LET THEM HEAL! Then when Sparda dies it would be extremely bittersweet and oh so angsty.
Nero? I would like to see Nero awed and humbled meeting the saviour Sparda, a demon he was expected to worship as a god during his formative years... maybe for all of 0.0000001 seconds, before he forcibly makes Sparda's jaw drop with the power of his emotional maturity and some good old-fashioned attitude and badassery (is that even a word? It is now - thank you Nero).
Capcom, just on the off chance you're out there, I would eat that up. Please. Don't forget us.
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deepspacedukat · 1 year
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Speaking of Vulcans/Romulans and hands... How do you think they'd feel about hand tattoos? Especially should that tat's design have special meaning and/or really highlight hand shape and perhaps movement?
OMG. I feel like they'd be very...interested, iykwim. 👀 Because hands are how they make out. They're a point of intimacy for their respective species. I imagine that if someone had a hand tattoo, they would:
1.) Respect the hell out of them for getting a tattoo there, because ouchies/sensitive skin. I'm pretty sure it was stated somewhere that Romulans/Vulcans have more sensitive hands, so they'd see that as extra badass.
2.) Be aroused by it, because if you're highlighting the shape/movement of something already considered attractive, I mean...aphrodisiac, right? They'd be enticed. And if they were allowed to examine/touch the tattoo?? Ooooooh, utterly taboo and sexy and yep, they'd be flirting really heavily, imho.
But those are just my own imaginings lol. I could be 100000% wrong. They could just dismiss anyone with a hand tattoo as slutty and trying too hard. But I prefer my earlier thoughts. 🙈
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draggeddowntothedark · 6 months
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[AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION PROMPTS]
👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours. + 🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse.
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It wasn't easy getting past Adrian's security and sneak into his office at Veidt's Industries. To say that Adrian was displeased would be an understatement. Yet on the outside, the ex costumed adventurer seemed so eerily calm.
"And here I thought my office was closed for the night." He spoke while emerging from the secret doorway behind a fake, ancient large tablet on display. His tone of voice as sweet and light as whipped cream. The smile he wore in any other scene would be viewed as kind, yet given that Adrian was prowling toward the intruder, seemed hungry and sinister. "Let me guess, you're a fan of Ozymandias. Lost your way from the tour group and didn't mean to stumble upon my private study?"
He approached Kevin slowly and in a casual manner as he spoke, making sure to corner the smaller man. With both hands kept in his trouser pockets, he wore a deep purple dress shirt that was slacked with the first few buttons undone. It was made from finest of silk which glimmered against the dim lights showcasing the many Egyptian replica's around the large open spaced office. All the while Veidt's blue eyes never left Kevin's. Ozymandias was perspective, and took a great pleasure in reading one's body language. Even more so if it made the person uncomfortable.
"Or," Adrian added, gradually lifting one of his hands out of his pocket. Keeping his palm open, his motion smooth yet gradual to show he was not going to attack the younger man. "Perhaps you see me as another soulless billionaire, selling Ozymandias as a way to make easy money."
He stepped closer so that he was towering over the intruder as he reached out and took a hold of Kevin's jaw. Forcing the younger man to maintain eye contact. "Perhaps you came in here to carry out some vendetta." His grip was firm as it held Kevin's head in place. Then Adrian's thumb gently caressed the corner of Cho's jawline. "If that is the case, I should reassure you that killing any who possess a soul is not something I partake in."
There was a long pause as the polite smile twisted into a larger, more ominous one as darkness clouded his bright eyes. "Just... killing."
Ooooooh fuck.
The plan was just to get a good look at the artifact and see if it what what Natalie needed. Not get caught by the dude who owned it. It didn't help that even Kevin realized pretty quickly the little Egypt artifacts were... not real. These were fakes. Someone should've done their homework before picking the locks he needed to to get in here. And that person was Kevin.
Kevin gulped audibly as the older man tilted his chin up but put on his charming lil grin and cocked his head just so slightly to the side, not trying to pull away.
"Nah man, no hard feelings, no vendetta, just looking into something for a friend." Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth right now, but he didn't want to get punched. Or arrested. He did not want to call Nat's Uncle Zeke for bail money.
"You got a cool collection here, you know?" Kevin's eyes did briefly dart to the tablet the guy had just. Popped out of. "I thought they were the real deal, I just wanted a peek. Say, how accurate are they? Like down to the hieroglyphic or just slapped on what looked good?"
@0zymandias-v
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deluxewhump · 2 years
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In an au where Therrin decided to take Mateo up on his bed warmer offer……. How would that go perhaps 👀👀
Ooooooh It’d be a dark AU! 🤩 : implied noncon nsfw
He’d make him tell him in explicit detail everything Henry did to him or ordered done to him, to sate his own curiosity. Then he’d tell him very sweetly, very gently, that so long as he was a good little bedwarmer, he’d forget all about that mad usurper and the things he did to him. “Soon you’re only going to care about the things I’m going to do to you.”
And it would be pretty fucked up considering Therrin’s past with Saxon. That’s a Therrin that only wants to rub salt in the wound and doesn’t care if the osier land ever capitulates. Though if he was careful enough, he could probably get Stockholm syndrome Matteo to write the letter himself.
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angstyaches · 2 years
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I think 🥰 would be interesting for Elliott. I can see him shaking nightmares off with relative ease normally, but I’m curious about his past, and fevers provide the perfect excuse for dreams of searing intensity
Ooooooh 👀
CW: emeto (aftermath), fever, nightmare whump, defensive whumpee/sickie, angst, mention of (past) death of minor character, rare sighting of Elliott letting himself fully feel an emotion.
Perhaps a little angstier than you intended, anon, but I hope it's alright! I'm feeling indulgent today.
Prompt Meme
🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles
Felix switched from chewing his fingernails to folding his arms around himself as he lingered in the darkness by the bathroom door. He was waiting for Elliott to stop being sick, to stop making those deep, strangled sounds that were almost too dry to be sobs, too controlled to be wails.
He was telling himself he was waiting for Elliott's sake, to save him from embarrassment. He believed Felix was still asleep, so he felt more at ease to let his body do what it needed to do to recover from the nightmares.
But honestly, Felix was waiting because he was frightened. He had no idea what to say to his tough, scary boyfriend after hearing him shout out in his sleep - to people that Felix didn't know.
As silence had settled several minutes ago, Felix finally built up the nerve to nudge the bathroom door open. Elliott's hands gripped the edges of the sink, his shoulders were hunched higher than his head, and his whole body shook rhythmically with his breathing. The lengths of his deep brown hair hung over his bare back and shoulders. Felix could see the muscles trembling beneath his skin.
"Darling?"
Elliott jumped and whimpered helplessly, his reflexes all muddled up. He lifted his head to meet Felix's gaze in the mirror. 
His eyes almost had Felix recoiling.
Their golden irises were stained with darkened blotches of amber. 
"Who's Marianne?" Felix asked softly, though there was a twinge of guilt in his gut. They'd agreed that there were things in their pasts that weren't relevant anymore. Living with immortality, it turned out, was less like living in one indefinitely long movie, and more like existing within a TV series, involving spin-offs, feature films, comic book adaptations, and spoofs.
They'd agreed to just exist in the now, in the reality that they’d chosen to create together.
"What?" Elliott seethed, baring his teeth as he turned away from the sink and towards his partner. "Why do you know that name?"
Pain pulsed in Felix's throat. He didn't think he needed to answer that. Elliott wouldn’t have been this angry if he didn’t already know. It wasn't his fault that he'd stirred from his sleep in time to hear Elliott begging Marianne to just hold on, to forgive him, to keep fighting.
And yet, the guilt continued to swirl in the pit of Felix’s belly.
"Someone... someone I let down," Elliott hissed. "Alright? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't always been able to save everybody."
"Elli, darling, why are you apologising to me?" Felix shook his head, somehow finding the will to sound calm. "No one... No one expects you to save everybody -"
"She expected me to save her!"
In the time it took for him to utter those six words, Elliott had let himself slide to the ground, legs first splaying out in front of him before he drew one knee up, pressing his elbow against it as he clutched his head.
Felix sank to the floor with him like a row boat being pulled into a current. He slid in close to Elliott's torso, staying on his knees, offering his shoulder and chest to assist in supporting Elliott's head.
"It's okay," Felix whispered. He gathered a thick lock of Elliott's hair and smoothed it back, tucking it behind his ear.
"No," Elliott choked out. His gaze was that of a drowning man. "No, Fee, you can’t say that. You weren't - you weren’t there, you don't know..."
"You're correct. I don't know, but it doesn't matter.” Felix tightened his arms around Elliott’s shoulders. His skin was searing hot. “Darling, are you listening to me? It does not matter one bit what you did or didn't do."
Elliott scoffed. It was a sickening, hollow sound.
"If Marianne knew how long you've suffered, holding onto this guilt," Felix said, "she'd forgive you for anything."
A groan of frustration rumbled through Elliott's ribs and back. He tried to duck his head lower, but it met with Felix's chest first and he didn’t attempt to move it.
"No one..." His voice was trembling, but Felix felt he could hold out. "No one deserves a life sentence like that."
Elliott's fingers pulled hard on the back of Felix's shirt. Tension rippled through his muscles. For a heart-wrenching moment, it seemed like he was bracing himself for something.
Felix reckoned he'd overstepped some kind of unforgiveable boundary this time, and fully expected Elliott to shove his tiny frame across the room and away from him.
Instead, Elliott bared his teeth, pressed his head into Felix's chest, and let himself be held while he dissolved into a weeping, feverish mess.
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mmtions · 2 years
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ooooooh, listen, listen, listen 👀👀 forehead kisses.
i know. i know, not groundbreaking or particularly original BUT buddie forehead kisses that start as a joke.
you know, because buck is taller and eddie does NOT do an amazing grumpy cat face whenever this reality of life is brought upon him and so one day they're bickering about why eddie moved his own! pots to an impractical? bah! cupboard which, it's his kitchen for crying out loud stop laughing christopher he could be using the pots you don't know, and buck just smooches him on the forehead unprovoked and goes: "sure, jan" and stop laughing christopher you do not understand that reference does no one respect me in this house.
but then it keeps happening? like, when eddie drops buck off at the apartment? and after a bad call? and somehow buck being taller than him stopped being something to pretend to be upset about? haaaaaaalp
Dear my beloved anon,
I received your message in the year of our lord 2022, a day past the first week of May, and I was captivated by it. My, your way with words! ‘Tis better than any serial coming from the London post these days. I wish there was more; and, now I must confess, I was tempted to write it! As a response, can you imagine? A whole fanfiction about your delightful subject matter. I believe it might have been at least twenty and five hundred words.
Unfortunately, my beloved anon, as I write this reply, it is also the weekly day of rest. I also partook in perhaps a little too much brandy last evening - I am a lady and so cannot withhold it well, especially when drunk to games and before a night into central town - and I am still feeling the fevers and fatigue today. My mother has suggested I come to the coast to recover in fresh air, whilst my flatmate has instead suggested ‘sucking it up.’
I have therefore decided to include this - oh, I think the youth call them headcanons? Or prompts on the continent - in my next fanfiction. Why, there shall be so many forehead kisses! More than candles in our homes! More than wheels on a carriage, and more too than hooves on the horse that pulls it. I shall write this fanfiction soon, certainly before the summer solstice, though perhaps after I see Mister E. Diaz reveal his queerness in two episodes time in our most favourite serial. (I always thought there was something a little different, a little queer, about that man!) Rest assured, you will receive your forehead kisses in due course, even if I must travel to you myself to deliver them, wherever you currently reside.
Thinking of you, eternally,
mmtion
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moonshotsx · 1 year
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Ooooooh you did not just put Kam/ boy Dame/ Paloma in my mind... 👀 The potential of it all
perhaps i just did bestie 👀 thoughts are being thunk 👀
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kung-fu-headcanons · 2 years
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how do you think po and tigress would confess to each other-
Ooooooh 👀
I have a feeling the day that IF the creators of KFP actually make Tigress and Po a couple, the fanbase would just break DJSDHJSSJ but ofc idk and this "if" is probably a really big one
I know this wasn't asked but I mean like it's relevant so- I want to say Po would confess first but I think Tigress would have the bigger guts, like she'd be more straight to the point
Which leads us to what was asked if this headcanon request, Tigress keeps it pretty simple and doesn't make it complicated, it's basically "I didn't really like you as much first that after we grew closer together I realized who you truly are, and that I was wrong the while time, I like being in your company and I've been contemplating this for a while.now but... I love you." Or something of that sort
Po would go on and on and he might start telling his whole life story if Tigress doesn't stop him in the middle and says that she gets it, like I can see her placing her hands on his shoulders and telling him with a smile "I get it. I love you, too, Po." 😭💕
They would very much confess to each other in private but I feel like if it's somewhere around the Jade Palace, you'd have Monkey and Mantis eavesdropping on them in the background cuz they made a bet on who would confess first LOL, maybe even when as well
They would both be really nervous prior to the confession, I think Po would be a bit more "jumpier" and energetic than usual and Tigress would spend a lot of nights awake trying to convince herself that everything will be fine
Po would have the larger worry since Tigress isn't known for showing other people her affection, but at the same time you could argue Tigress has a pretty big weight on her shoulders too since she never shows Po she cares about him unless in extreme situations, so would he even believe her if she said she loved him?
I feel like maybe Tigres would ask Viper or Should for reassurance? Perhaps Crane as well, she trusts they're not gonna go off and be like "ooooh she's gonna Po she loves him!" Or smth idk
However I think if Crane were to get asked "hey man I need some confession advice" it'd be Po, honestly I think he'd be desperate enough to ask like everyone except Tigress LOL, even his dad
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djarrex · 3 years
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You requested a Jesse spitting prompt and may I offer for your brilliant mind's consideration: jealous!possesive!jesse after an old flame hits on his girl? 👀 maybe it's at some republic do and he can't outright do anything on the spot, so he's in desperate need of marking his territory ASAP 🥵
also for your consideration: he's a biter too
ooooooh 😏 (sorry it took so long oops)
my original thot about spittin’ Jesse
| lil drabble thingy -> Jesse x f!reader | 18+ only!!! Jealous + possessive Jesse, biting (sort of), spitting, creampie, oral (f receiving), cum eating, piv sex, titty smacking | yo this is filthy ok, but all consensual
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He was only buying me a drink!
Mhm, and I’m sure he was ‘only’ thinking that he’d be able to fuck you again, too.
In hindsight, perhaps indulging your ex when you ran into him at that gala wasn’t the grandest of ideas. However... you do quite enjoy the physical aspects of jealous Jesse.
“You’re mine,” Jesse rasps as he climbs up on the bed and kneels in front of your spread legs - slowly pumping himself to readiness just inches from your heat. With your lip caught between your teeth, you watch his large hand languidly work up and down his thick shaft; your eyes flick up to his own, hungry ones, and the ravenous look on his face makes you clench around nothing. While still keeping his dark honey eyes directly locked with yours, he puckers his lips and lets a thick droplet of spit fall from them - descending like syrup before landing on your clit and dribbling down to where the head of his cock is teasing at your entrance. He swirls the bulbous tip around your slicked hole before quickly pushing in, making you gasp while shooting your hands down to your sides to grab at the thin sheets. 
Jesse wastes no time with setting a devastating pace - his bruising grip on your hips has him pulling your ass up off the bed and forcing you to meet each brutal thrust.
"Fuck," he hisses between clenched teeth. "Your pussy - mmph - looks so pretty swallowing my cock, baby." You feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head - the depths he's hitting at this angle is nearly blinding you. A loud smack, immediately followed by stinging, prickling pain mixed with jolts of pleasure shooting to your toes has your eyelids flying open and your head lifting up to assess what the fuck just happened. The skin around your areola is flush and your nipple is painfully hard, and Jesse repeats the assault but on your other breast, this time with you watching as it happens.
Shit, yeah, you like that, and Jesse knows; he gets vocal with that knowledge - how your cunt clenches around him with each whack.
Another couple hard and fast slaps to each breast and then Jesse is spitting down at where the two of you are joined - the cold splatter of saliva hitting your throbbing clit making your back arch. Jesse's face is tilted down, watching himself split you into two - watching the way his thick saliva seeps down onto his girth, spreading a thin layer along the length of him as it passes in and out through your folds as more and more of it disappears into your cunt.
The lewd scene playing out in front of your hooded eyes is only egging on a blinding orgasm - you feel it approaching with every gasp for breath and punched out moan that flies from your agape mouth.
"Say you're mine, baby," Jesse's voice is ragged but deliberate in his command - his own climax not too far on the horizon. The jabs of his hips begin to stutter while getting harder and more purposeful, and he growls out: "Agh - say it."
"I'm y-yours, Jesse," you whine - your voice barely recognizable. Mewls and whimpers are being punched out of your lungs and your toes are burning from the building heat soaring through your body. Moments later, you're gushing around his twitching cock and the two of you reach that peak simultaneously with choked out moans.
While you’re trying to steady your breathing, Jesse slides out of you and immediately crouches down - his lips gliding along your sensitive inner thigh. You're quivering, still shaky from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Jesse scraping his teeth up your flesh towards your sore cunt isn't helping you calm down any.
"Jesse- oh fuck."
Everything you were gonna say - any remaining coherent thought - is instantly derailed when his tongue moves in a smooth glide from the slow, dribbling fluids and up to the way-too-sensitive bundle of nerves. Your entire body jerks at the sensation, and Jesse grunts into your pussy as his hands move to hold your legs down. He fucking cleans you out - his tongue lapping you up from hole to inner thighs, doing the work that a damp cloth would normally do. Once he's content that his efforts were thorough enough, Jesse climbs back to hover over you - holding himself up by his hands that cage in your head from either side.
"Open up, baby."
You're too far gone to even allow your brain to process the implications of his command before your jaw moves on its own accord; Jesse once again puckers his glistening lips and let's a decent glob of spit fall into your wanting mouth - the tangy mixture of your shared releases melted into his saliva as it slides down your throat.
"Good girl. My girl."
You blink at him - totally fucked-out and so far gone. Yeah, you feel bad about letting your ex get a little too comfortable around you tonight, but something tells you that Jesse can’t be too bothered about that loser of your past right about now.
He chuckles with a smile and pinches your chin with his wet fingers - closing your jaw before leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep, tender kiss.
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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 2 years
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ooooooh svsss is the mxtx story i know the least about; other than ur general "aaaaaah i love it!!!!!" what are ur thoughts? 👀👀👀
BATSHIT HILARIOUS. SURPRISINGLY VERY GOOD. HERE HAB RAMBLE.
I knew the premise of svsss before reading it but not much else? So I had seen, like, fan arts of this big tiddy goth man and a green twink and I was like oh, this seems cool, big tiddy goth man is kind of hot? Perhaps I shall simp??
And then I read the book.
I now know Luo Binghe is a guy who, in the original novel pre-Shen Qingqiu transmigrating, was a hot goth evilman with a harem and murderous tendencies. However, the actual Luo Binghe in the plot is the single most pathetic yandere I have ever seen. The gap moe is hilarious.
Like, here you have a Badass (tm) Demon Warrior. He kills people!! With an evil sword!! BUT ALSO HE SPENDS THE WHOLE BOOK CRYING AT HIS SHIZUN AND IT'S JUST. Mmmm gap moe.
Shen Qingqiu spends the first half of the novel going ?? Why Luo Binghe no chase pretty girls?? Why do I keep getting all the female lead's events with Binghe?? Why Binghe so clingy?? Where Binghe harem??? And spends the second half bemoaning how he's ruined a perfectly good hetero because now Binghe is gay and in love with him and fighting people who he talks to and self-flagellating himself out of yandere crazy person tendencies.
It damn well SHOULD NOT BE AS FUNNY AS IT IS. And!! That's not even mentioning how meta the whole thing is!! Because Shen Qingqiu is a GODDAMN FANDOM ANTI and he talks like one!! He bitches about plot holes, that he's not allowed to be OOC for the first few chapters, about how stupid the romance plot lines are, that the protagonist has plot armor, yada yada yada.
And at one point you get to meet the actual author?? Of the book??? And author and anti have to work together?? Said author spends a lot of time bitching about how his book sucks so bad because he needed to appease his audience and, lemme tell ya, a lot of his complaints were relatable.
At one point he tells Binghe that to woo his shizun he needs to be pathetic and cute because men like pathetic and cute things. Binghe internalizes this and it becomes his personality for the rest of the novel excepting a minor stretch where he goes batshit insane. He is, in universe, pathetic. And it's on purpose.
So like, I can blame the plot of the original in-universe novel on the author, but also the new plot of the in-universe novel on the author, and the plot of svsss itself on the author?? Which is just the sort of mind-bending meta bullshit that happens in svsss and it's glorious. Speedread this thing in a couple days and it was worth the lost sleep.
OH ALSO LUO BINGHE'S DAD IS GREAT. Not to spoil anything major but despite being Hot Powerful Demon Man, he was also Binghe's mom's sugar baby and kind of a prissy princess. Bless Tianlang Jun. I expected this novel to be mostly humor and it was but also there were Unexpected Angst Moments for the Soul and as a whole it is a very good book.
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deepspacedukat · 1 year
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With the clawed Romulan thing... If bite-marking is seen as an intimate thing with Vulcans and Romulans, could that mean claw-marking is, too, with Romulans? Sure, they could also use them in fighting and interrogations, but Romulans also seem fond of marking up their mate(s) with scents, biting...so clawing as well mayhaps? The main difference being how rough they are with it (and, perhaps, patterns).
Ooooooh, claw marking!! 👀 I'mma say yes! A bite mark on the shoulder, claw marks on the hips where they gripped, and being covered in the Romulan's scent... Yesssssss, I love that!!! That is such a good point!
Claw marks on the upper arm, perhaps, in a visible place so that others can see that they're taken...
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