#“You know you hypnotize me always” was kinda just playing in the back of my head (Sleep Token’s song called Hypnosis)

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Nevertober Day 9: Nobody’s Child & Hypnosis

[persephonesdreams21]

NSFW Alphabet with Lee

A/N: I had to write something for him. This is the character that threw me into my Timmy obsession. Ugh Lee, my tragic handsome baby. I need everyone to write more fics for him kay thanks! Also side note- I try to keep my readers a little ambiguous so that everyone can feel included- but Lee and a chubby! Reader just make sense to me.

Warnings: Not safe for work. Smutty. Talks of Switchy/Bottom Lee. Lee x AFAB!Reader.

After Care(what they're like after sex)

Lee is surprisingly gentle after sex. He’ll grab the towel from the hamper in the corner and clean both of you up with it. You were super embarrassed about it the first time he did it but like. It’s something he enjoys doing, a part of his inner routine. He wants you to open your legs and let him wipe you down. Then a lot of the time he wants you to play with his hair. Needy thing.

“Spread em” Lee drawls as he comes back from the bathroom with a wet rag. You’re still loose limbed and fuzzy brained and it takes a minute for you to realize what he’s saying “Seriously, I’ll clean you up”

“You don't have to, it’s fine” Your messy cum wet thighs clamp shut.

He approaches you slowly, like you’re a skittish animal that might bolt. You’re two seconds away from burying yourself under your thick duvet and hiding from him. Lee sits by your feet and reaches for you. His rough fingers run along your smooth calf.

“But I wanna. If you’ll let me”

Body Part(their fave body part of theirs, and of their partners)

Lee’s too skinny, his words not yours. All ribcage and gangly limbs. If he’d have to pick a favorite, he’d say his hands. They’re capable; he’s got long tattooed fingers and calloused palms from hard manual labor. He can build just about anything with them. He can take care of you with them.

Lee loves your thighs and what's between them. They’re so wide, so plush. You complain about cellulite and ingrown hairs and he’s just like? What? They’re perfect. Let me use them as earmuffs. He wants to be cradled by them forever. Loves your belly too any thing he can dig his fingers into.

Cum(anything to do with it)

Lee is into watching both his cum and your own drip out of your puffy pussy after an intense bout of fucking.

It’s almost routine now, like praying before bed. Like watching the sun rise with your morning cup of coffee warming your hands before work.

The sex with Lee is always good. Always surprising. There’s nothing this man won’t do to you, or let you do to him. It’s an adventure with your best friend, one that ends in you both writhing in pleasure.

With him filling you up.

You and Lee hadn’t been together for long, your six month anniversary’s just on the horizon, but if you know anything about this man. It’s that once he got the green light, he doesn’t finish anywhere but inside of you.

And then. Then he wants to see the damage. He wants to peel your thighs apart and stare right at your puffy, swollen cunt. Ah, his poor baby’s pretty pussy. He’s gentle as his bony fingers probe the tender lips. Spreads them-

There’s your hole. The one he’d just pulled out of, all tiny again now that it’s not stretched around his girth.

He watches hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. So much that your body just can’t hold it, no matter how hard you try.

You have your routines. Your prayers. He has his. His religion is right here. In between your legs.

Dirty Secret(self explanatory)

Lee loves anal play. On both you and him. This boy wants to be pegged!

“Have you ever done that?” He asks as he sucks on the end of the joint he’d rolled for the two of you. There’s no judgment in his voice, just curiosity.

The topic is anal. And if you’ve ever had it.

“Yeah” you bite in your bottom lip. “It kinda sucked if I’m being real”

You’d had an ex who’d shoved his prick up your ass and made you cry. He hadn’t even taken the time to properly relax or lube you up. It had kind of traumatized you to be honest. You tell Lee all about it, because you tell Lee about everything these days. There’s no secrets between the two of you.

He frowns, thick brows furrowing “nah, it’s not supposed to be like that. That fucker didn’t treat you right, it’s supposed to feel good”

You shrug “If you say so”

“I do. I love the way it feels whenever anyone does it to me” Lee says it so casually, but keeps an eye on you, gauging your reaction.

“Really?”

“Really” it’s factual, punctuated with a little nod “I’d let you try it. If you want. We can like- do me first and then I could show you how anals actually supposed to feel”

Your pulse picks up with excitement. You can feel it in your pussy, and you know the way you squeeze your thighs together to get any kind of friction isn’t discreet.

Lee pretends not to see but his smile is hungry.

“Okay, yes. I want to try”

Experience(how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Um. He’s so experienced. With both men and women. Lee’s done alot in his young age. Had to, to survive a lot of the time.

When he realized you didn’t judge him for his past, that's when he really started to feel the emotional attachment form.

“You’re not a bad person for what you’ve done, Lee. Everyone’s done shit they’re not super proud of…it doesn’t take away from who you actually wanna be”

Favorite Position(this goes without saying)

He doesn't really care. But he’s partial to you riding him. He loves feeling pinned underneath you and watching you bounce on top of him.

Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? Are they goofy?

Lee’s a fucking goofball. He’s making you giggle. He’s choking on laughter as you choke on his cock. He can be serious, for sure. But a lot of the time the two of you are very playful with one and other.

Hair(how well groomed they are)

Lee never really cared before you, but he gives himself a courtesy trim now. Still a pretty thick dark bush. You kind of love it. You also do not play about personal hygiene- showers Lee. You’ve got to take them. You know there was a point in his life when he didn’t have access to them. Had to bathe in rivers and McDonald’s bathrooms- but that’s not the case anymore.

He tried to pretend he doesn’t like your expensive skin creams you share with him but you’ve got him hooked.

Intimacy(how they are during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Lee has had a lot of sex with a lot of people, but it’s never felt like this. He's addicted to you. He wants to be close to you, inside of you, like 24/7. He really cant believe he gets to be with you and alot of the time when he’s fucking you he’s just staring at you. In awe.

Jack Off(masturbation headcanon)

Lee’s always got a hand down his pants lol. He loves to masturbate. He loves when you watch him stroke his cock. He wants to watch you play with yourself too. It’s a whole thing.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Peg him. Also- mommy kink. Yes. Lowkey might have a thing for breastfeeding/titsucking. He just thinks your’re the most luscious woman he’s ever met…and yeah he does lowkey have mommy issues.

Location(favorite places to do the do?)

After fucking and being fucked on the side of the road or in dirty bathroom stalls, he really just loves having sex in the safety of your apartment. In your big cozy bed or the comfortable couch.

He also likes it when the two of you go camping or stargazing and he can fuck you under the night sky, with only the stars at witnesses.

Motivation(what turns them on? Get’s them going?)

You and that teasing little smile you give him. The one where your canines look like fangs. The one that's usually followed by coy barely there touches and feather light kisses. Yeah. All it takes is a smile.

No(something they wouldn't do? Turns off’s)

He doesn't want to hurt you. He’s hurt so many people before. He can't do anything past mild choking and spanking. He WON'T.

Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc?)

He loves it. Both giving and receiving. But he just feels so good when hes between your thighs. He’s your pretty boy when he’s sucking on your clit. PLEASE sit on his face.

Pace(are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

Lee wasn't used to someone wanting to take their time with him. It almost made him uncomfortable the first time that you slowly ran your hands over his body. Cherishing him. Savoring the closeness to him. Kissing every inch of his skin, not caring about scars or cheap tattoos. It makes him feel flayed alive. He learns to love slow paced, agonizingly tender sex.

Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often?)

Hell yeah.

Like he gets home from a long day at his shitty grueling job he just wants to quickly fuck your brains out, and then watch one of your shared TV shows before bed.

Or when you’re getting ready for a nice dinner out with your friends, and your makeups done. And your hair is all bouncy and you smell good enough to make his mouth water.

Or in the car before an aquarium date. Lee will take what he can get when ever he can get it when it comes to you.

Risk(are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Loves taking risks in the bedroom. Honestly once the two of you have built that trust between each other, there’s not much you won’t do. Lee’s a Sub leaning Switch(in my humble opinion) and will literally lay back and let you have your way with him. He doesn’t care. There’s no shame in his sex game.

Stamina(how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

He can fuck. Over and over. He’s like a rabbit.

Toys(do they own toys? Will they use them?)

Lee’s game. But then again he’s game for pretty much anything. He likes making you writhe on your vibrator, overstimulating you until you're sobbing. Have you made him wear one of your butt plugs to dinner? Yes you have lol

Trips to Sex Shops are frequent, fun affairs.

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

Lee’s a fucking TEASE. He's just too good at playing the game of cat & mouse.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Lee is sooo vocal and you adore it. You’ve never been with a vocal man and he’s such a whiner. He’ll whine and grunt and beg. He’ll dirty talk you to the ends of the earth. He’ll call you Mommy, Pretty Girl, Sweet Heart. Babe. Sexy. It all makes your head spin.

Wild Card(a random headcanon for the character)

Lee wants you to fuck him. Wants you to hold him in your arms and play with his rim. Prostate massages are “awesome babe. Here. Let me show you how to do it”

X-Ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big thick cock on that twiggy man. A healthy 7 1/2 inches and girthy. The first time you see it your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You guess its true what they say about skinny tall boys.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

Lee’s a very sexual creature. Like in a primal way. Every interaction can be erotic with him and its honestly a little bit overwhelming to be around.

Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep after)

Lee has his little routine after sex. Cleans the both of you up, half assed sometimes, and then he’s out like a light. No seriously. Lee has been homeless more than a few times in his life(I was exploring. It was by choice! he’d protest when you pointed it out) he’s slept under bridges and in tents and surfed lumpy couches. You and your warm pussy and your lush bed knock him out.

[actiniumwrites]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

synopsis: you and neuvillette dance among the mechanical dancing robots, copellia and copellius, after a particularly stressful day

characters: neuvillette x gn!reader

wc: 1,066

warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, reverse hurt/comfort, established relationships, some spoilers for neuvillette’s personality but no major spoilers for 4.0, this follows the theory that neuvillette is the dragon (i mean at this point, hyv is throwing it in our faces)

notes: i’ve had this idea since the trailer came out and i am very excited to be writing it! luckily neuvillette is kinda easy to write since he reminds me a lot of zhongli but in a better way? idk but i love him so so so so much. i actually had to cover my mouth while playing the quest because he made me smile so hard 💀

Little drops of rain dusted away from the wind, falling gently across your skin as you stepped outside of the Opera Epiclese, arm hooked around Neuvillette’s. At the sound of rain, his eyes raised toward the sky before back to the ground, sighing in frustration. Work had been particularly tasking lately, what with the latest homicide case that Lady Furina just couldn’t seem to take seriously. He didn’t need bad weather on top of everything else.

Shaking him out of his thoughts, you pulled him gently along, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“You know I hate to deny you your wishes, but this weather is not suited for walking, my dear,” he gently replied, pulling you back under the overhang and away from where the rain was falling. Of course. Even though he was the one who was not okay, he was still putting you before his own needs.

Your eyes flickered between his, observing the tiredness in them. Dark blue and purple bags formed under his eyes, his hair ever so slightly disheveled. The twinge of red in them made your heart ache, realizing he had been crying again. Who knew how long it had been since he had properly been able to take a break and go outside, enjoy the scenery, or even just breathe.

Making up your mind in an instant, you reached for your umbrella, quickly snapping it open and holding it above you both. Neuvillette quickly grabbed it from you and gently peeled your hands off of it.

Always the gentleman, you think to yourself.

He followed in your footsteps blindly, letting you take the lead during this outing. There was one place you had in mind, one that always seemed to bring you peace. You only hoped it would bring him peace as well, even if it only amounted to a little bit.

“We’re here,” you turned to him, smiling with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You gestured your hand to the robots in front of you, waltzing around in the rain entirely free from the world around them.

Neuvillette set his eyes on the mechanical couple dancing in front of him, unable to stray his gaze from them, almost as if they were hypnotizing him, “Copellia and Copellius? I was unaware you often came to observe them.”

“I find a certain tranquility in them,” you said quietly, nudging his shoulder with yours and leaning into him a little more, “there’s just something about the way they dance. It’s mesmerizing really, especially when it rains.”

“I cannot say I disagree,” he hummed.

You both paused in your movements as you watched the scene in front of you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just letting the calm silence fall over you like the rain. There was a calming tune playing in the background, echoing from the phonograph broadcast towers by the Opera Epiclese. A classical tune you enjoyed, but one you never bothered to learn the name of.

Quietly, your hand reached up and took the umbrella from Neuvillette. His eyes met yours, alerted by the sudden touch of your hand against his. You gave him a small, but reassuring smile and placed the umbrella down on a nearby concrete ledge. Grabbing his gloved hand in yours, you eagerly pulled him toward where they danced.

“Are you sure?” He hurriedly asked, concerned for your health as the icy rain fell upon your skin, “I would hate for you to get sick.”

You hummed in reply, assuring him you would be okay. Neuvillette nodded back and held your hand a little tighter, pulling you into him so you could fall into step with the clockwork meka.

Back and forth, you both waltzed alongside them. One hand was raised in the air, intertwined with yours as the other pressed against your lower back, holding you close to him. Round and round, your footsteps fell in sync with his as you both danced along the robots. A few people had noticed, stopping by to stare in awe at the sight before carrying on with their days. It felt like hours had passed, but in truth, it had only been a mere ten minutes. When you were with one another, basking in each other’s presence, time just didn’t seem to exist.

And as the rain began falling particularly heavily, you felt your heart ache once more. Your head raised from the spot where it was just resting on his shoulder. Slowing your steps to a stop, you tenderly brush the ivory and blue strands of hair that covered his face off to the side, only to reveal a pool of tears gathering in your lover’s eyes.

Wordlessly, you swiped the ones that had escaped off of his face while a frown paints itself across your face. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He reciprocated the action, pulling you closer to him with the hand that laid on your back, allowing the tears to flow in the presence of your comfort.

“I had no idea you were so skilled at dancing,” he whispered as his lips departed from yours, simultaneously swiping the tears with his hands. You softly laughed to yourself, hooking your arm in his as you began to leave the area.

“Well,” you started as you walked up the steps, pulling him along, “it isn’t like we often dance together. Not seriously anyway.”

“Maybe we should do this more often? Only if you would like to, of course.”

You nodded in agreement, turning back to face him, “To be honest, I always thought you weren’t really into this kind of stuff.”

A few strands of hair that had fallen over his face again were wiped by his hands as he answered, “I do…if it’s with you.”

When you glanced at him again, he was smiling. It was the first one you had seen in a long time — or rather, the first genuine one in a long time. His hands peeled off the soaking wet gloves that once adorned his hands before moving to grab your hand once more. And as you set off for home, hand in hand, you noticed the rain had stopped. The once gloomy skies were filled with the setting sun and an array of blues, reds, and oranges. As Neuvillette found his happiness again, so had the sky.

[skele-bunny]

YOU!!!!!

GIVE ME WATER DEW BONDING WITH AETHER PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS N KNEES RNNN 🫶🫶🫶

MMEEEEE???!?? hehehe say less... Some aren't bonding but just them bc I'm NOT normal about those 2

Once they got past the hiding stage, or at least better than it used to be, they honestly spent a lot of time reading together! Aether would find one about some niche interest they both shared and he'd read to Dew, and then it'd be Dew's turn. Aether would always stare at Dewy as he spoke, how his tied back hair still managed to have loose strands fall next to his cheek. Just humming and suddenly forgetting what's actually being read to him as he's so entranced with the little fish right in front of him.

How they'd sit in the practice room, just them, always doing some type of parallel play. Aether strumming his acoustic hagstrom while looking over his own music while Dew is cleaning his basses, catching little glimpses at Aether and face getting SO warm. He just didn't know there'd be times Aether just watched him with admiration before looking away so he didn't get caught.

Now when they got SUPER comfortable with each other and Dew's honest personality started coming out; they had a little game with each other. Who could hypnotize who first. Dew, with his siren songs or Aether, with his quintessence. So many times Dew won, just softly singing to Aether who's on his knees and just admiring with this drunken look — but a few times Dew would be a puddle in Aether's hold with eyes full of stars, leaning against him.

When they first bonded together, they didn't mate which was super unnatural. Dew simply wasn't ready, and Aether respected that. How they ignored their own instincts and just held each other tightly through the night. It wasn't for a while until Dew felt comfortable enough to finally mate with him, and man :( it was so gentle and slow. Aether has always been the kinda guy to have candles lit in the bedroom, and Dew will ALWAYS associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla for their first time together.

After they were forcefully retired, Dew finally started the conversation of moving in together. Aether absolutely wanted it, and they had begun filling out the form (which was needed at the time) for a room change. Eventually, though, that form was approved but only after Copia arrived. Dew no longer had a sense of what he wanted. Although approved, Dew still has a separate room with all of his old stuff that he only goes to when he needs alone time. Otherwise, he and Aether share his.

"Firefly" came from Aether watching as Dew's bioluminescence kept going in and out while passing through tunnels on the tour bus. He knew it was just because of the lighting but he still found it beyond adorable. "Teddy" came from Dew half asleep and kept whimpering needing his teddy bear he had at the time, stumbling into what he thought was his bunk but instead Aether's and clinging to him.

Dew was a Fergie lover back then, and so many times would just be singing and dancing with Aether in his room. Glamorous and Clumsy was his favorites, and Aether finally gifted him the CD one day and ever since then for like three whole months, you could hear Fergie in the den. Aether got SOOO much shit for it by the others bc to be honest, after hearing Fergalicious after so many times can drive someone mad, but Aether didn't mind. He'd eventually start singing Fergie without realizing and Dew would get SO fucking excited.

There was a brief period where Dew would suddenly bite Aether, and Aether would never figure it out as to why or what would trigger it. They'd just be cuddling and then BAM, his arm is bit. They're making dinner, Dew reaches over on his tiptoes and bites his shoulder. Every time Aether would ask "What was that for?" Dew would just purr soooo much and stay silent. To this day, he still doesn't know that it was Dew laying claim on him. Water ghouls and biting man....

[kentocalls]

endo yamato | (poison) paradise face slapping. bad decisions. descriptions of body violence, descripton of vomiting, endo's really sweet i wanted to make him craizer i'm sorry i guess sugar is the flavor of crazy i like. thanks for inspiring & letting me indulge @bjorkshire-pudding .

part 1

you're working too late and not sleeping enough. legs move like lead, the sway in your hips still hypnotic but less balanced. normally, endo would've punched tom in the dick by now but as he's a changed man; endo settles for repeatedly stabbing tom in his mind as he punctures the bald man's tires.  

that la prairie eye cream is also shit, endo knew you liked the packaging and bought it the second you he caught you staring at it. but what use is a $1,000 cream if you're still having to pack concealer on your face? you hate that shit. and the fucking coffee table that keeps grazing your knee in the morning uncoordinated rush? well, if it finds itself in a dumpster fire, endo knows nothing about it.

after all, he's enjoying the pleasant blue sky outside a random tall glass building. it's pure coincidence this is your work office, he wasn't even thinking, had no plan in mind, legs carried him all on their own to this sandwich stop, has nothing to do with the itch to see you.

he's bored and you work, it's a terrible combination. his trust fund would take care of generations of your children but alas; you want independence and he wants you happy.

endo stops mid bite when he hears you laughing. not the polite, gotta stay employed to pay bills laugh, the full belly ugly snorting laugh. his own lips twitching into a smile because of it. the only infections he'll catch come from you.  he turns to see the blessed sun that is your face and feels his heart swell. perfect, beautiful, radiant.

you're really, really laughing. god, he hasn't seen that....he hasn't seen it since....shit your birthday?   how long ago was that?

the guy in the grey suit isn't letting up, he's relaxed and saying more, you're not able to catch your breath due to the compiled waves of laughter echoing through your body. aphrodite has no right to claim herself as the goddess of beauty when you live and breathe gold.

you don't see endo, but he watches everything. the way you tilt your head at the grey suit guy, the way your eyes have a sparkle, how you bite your lip cuz you don't want to walk away but you need to go.  he remembers that tiny shuffle you do so adoringly, endo hums. leaning back into the bench, dropping his sandwich to the ground. unbothered by all the pigeons that descend.

you like grey suit, dontcha?

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you don't realize how much space endo has taken up until he's not around.  another friend is getting married, another bachelorette party to be had, and you find. yourself actually getting ready in peace. 

not that endo ever stopped you from wearing what you want. hell he'd pick the sluttiest thing you own, roaring "my goddess needs to be seen."  

your smile falters a little. 

it's your first club outing since the break up. and you'd say you're a medium get drunk and dance kinda of gal, nothing you absolutely have to do, but sometimes its fun. to dance, see the face of want and play and fun on someone else's face. endo always looked magical in the neon hues, ugh.  you would feel safer if endo...no, no. don't go there. . 

don't think about him, not when you're pulling on the louboutin heels he bought you just because.  not when you're closing the angara diamond tennis bracelet he caught you staring at. not when you put on solitaire hoops that reminded him of your eyes.

your whole vanity is full of overpriced, luxury brands you can't pronounce because pretty things are for his pretty thing.  the way heat rushes to your face, remembering his voice sound like that, FUCK. stop THINKING about him. you're so wound up. and you're remembering what your friends tell you.

the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else right?  you do a once over in the mirror. you're sparkling, the dress, the skin, the glow, the smile. oh, you'll get someone under you all right.

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endo is glaring daggers into the old fucks in the board room, they clearly don't need their eyes or brains. don't they KNOW what you look like right now? don't that understand he must pay homage? 

he tells his lackey he expects to see the hands of fuckers who don't know not to touch what belongs to you and ultimately him.  and groans loudly.  "debra, cut this fucking meeting short. what the fuck do you need approval for?"

it's only a 45 million dollar deal to approve stem cell research across three labs in the eastern countries. the fuck do they need endo to say? duh?

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you settle on a cranberry vodka, asking for more cranberry juice because that refreshing tart flavor feels good in this overheated crowd. you don't have to scout for too long, easily beckoning over the club player.

you've seen this guy with multiple girls and gals in various clubs. you're pretty sure he's been friends with benefits with the bachelorette at some point but it's not gonna stop you from getting dick tonight. 

the club player has something, maybe it's that one sharp canine that did you in, reminded you of...no, not going there, shut that door.

simmer down, trap that need. 

the club bathroom is a new place for you, it's dirty and messy and you grimace a little as you're slammed against the wobbly door, are only hearing how hot you are over and over and its fine. focus on that. ignore how this guy didn't even place a hand behind your head to prevent any harsh impact to your skull. that he didn't check in after you made that tiny noice.

this is what a quickie is right?

rushed, aggressive,  drunk fun.

come on, focus on how hot this guy is.

let his hands touch and squeeze. it's fine, you want this, need to use him, have to use him, you're drunk enough. "so fucking hot" hands on your hips. a slight tang of disappointment when they don't grip as much as endo's would have.

a bite to your shoulder,  the player barely puts any pressure into it; not like endo when he's...ah stop...endo isn't here. stop.the bathroom is empty, the night is young enough. it's you and this guy and yet you keep hoping you'll open your eyes and catch a sea of messy wavy hair and fuck.  why are your eyes hungry for a certain toothy grin and thundery eyes?

why? you aren't guilty are you?

endo won't even know, not that it matters, not like he'd do anything about this. he's respecting your 'boundaries' right, like you wanted. understanding that you're going to date other people because the two of you are 'not together' like that anymore. not exclusive. it's a quickie, it's fine. meaningless. it shouldn't matter that endo only ever smells like you.

you let out a big exhale, hands on the guys face to get him back to kissing you, he needs to do a better job at distracting you but the player pulls your wrists down and keeps them flush against the door.  it's different, when you test your strength and resist the players hold he smirks, "let me do my thing first hot mama."  

hot what?

you haven't been called that before. 

not sure if you like it.  

not sure if you wanna hear it again.  

maybe sexy mama but hot mama?  the hottest mama you know isn't even technically a mama--

"still with me hot stuff?" doesn't he know any other adjectives? you know how good you look. this dress, the hair, a total knockout -- you're ethereal, scorching, a vixen even, and the word this guy uses is hot? you roll your eyes and the guy stiffens up.

oh fuck, you hurt his feelings. but there's no apology on your lips, why the fuck is an eye roll enough to distract him from kissing you?

"you wanna do this or not?" his voice even.

"yeah, yeah i do."  he has a dick you reason, you'll feel better after being fucked, maybe, probably. he cocks an eyebrow.

"you keep pushing my hands away when i get close to touching you." he moves away, the heat gone, the tension dissipated. is he even cute? he has nice, clean, tattoo free hands, don't you want them on you?

"so you gonna be good hot thing and taste me?"

good? when you're the entire fucking package?

and what does he mean taste him?

right away too,  when he hasn't earned a reward?  all he's done is push into your space, give you a few short kisses. nothing real with need, hands too mean too eager too abrasive. nothing about his touch is for you, even the way his hips rut against your thigh, that angle? does nothing for you. 

it isn't how endo moves. endo would never take first. not from you. pushing you into seeing stars, has you shaking and grasping and floaty. endo always waits for you to beg, waits for you to claw at his skin, look up at him with wet eyes and only then let's you take what you want from him. fuck, you could keep endo on his knees the entire night and he still wouldn't expect your lips to do what this player is asking. 

what are you doing?

this guy isn't hot enough, he hasn't garnered any benefit, you want real kisses and  dirty whispers to make you forget about the smell of the bathroom stall, maybe it's the setting. fuck the light is too bright in here. maybe turning them off would help, but is this really? the guy you want under you?  "hey, hey, easy, hot thing."

oh for fucks sake, "i'm not drunk enough for this." 

"you needa be drunk to fuck?" the player pulls off of you immediately, studying your face. "listen, i'm not a therapist but ho-"

"i swear to god you call me hot thing, hot stuff, hot mama, one more--"

"okay, okay fuck, why are you so angry?" gone, all of it, just like that. you watch his ego enter the space as he puffs up his chest, a smirk on your face. the player studies your face a bit displeased, " what i was gonna say was, i'm only gonna fuck what wants to fuck me, and you don't. i'm out." 

a laugh on your lips as you saunter back to your friends, endo is taller than that asshole anyways. 

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emptying your guts into the white porcelain bowl is not how you wanted to spend your night. being rejected by the the club player had you drinking all the free shots your deep cut sparkly dress got you and now you're paying for it.

body in violent revolt against the assault of intoxication.

you're crying and puking and there are hands collecting your beautifully styled hair, keeping it tucked away and safe. a warm towel swiping at your mouth when your insides are empty. an arm around your waist hoisting you up, an up you go precious, and you're at the sink. you're made to swish mouthwash and spit, over and over until endo is satisfied you aren't going to wake up feeling gross.

he uses more clean, damp, hot towels to wipe at your body, getting the pesky body glitter off as best he can. his hands soft, warm, soothing. works lotion into your limbs, massaging the venom and spite out.

you aren't okay. and these tears? oh, someone's gonna bur for this. he'll definitely know who to return your anger and sadness to soon enough. but first, you. you wouldn't leave the club unless he came to get you right? knocked out that bouncers teeth fair and square when he put a hand to your neck. endo will get him too precious, he'll cut up the bouncers fingers in so many pieces it'll look like lentil soup when he's done. 

but you come first.  he's gotta get you clean and consoled. the smell of alcohol and sweat off your body, your hair soothed over and cared for how you like it, just how you do it at your place. needs to see you tucked into his cotton sheets, safe and sound in dreamland. he not gonna leave you like this, moody and fussy and drunk as fuck with sleep. 

"it's your fault, it's your fault."  you cry into his chest.  light punches to his chest.

irrational, that's what endo makes you feel.

"tell me," voice low and deep "tell me," hands on the side of your face, "angel. i'll undo it, i'll fix it, i'll end it. tell me." he needs to know what his fault is, needs to hear the next piece of him he'll rip out and discard.

endo would burn a thousand times over before ever seeing another tear fall from your face.

how dare he give rise to the storm brewing through your eyes?

hit him, punch him, break him. 

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you're at the mall buying apology gifts for fucking up the bachelorette party. friends understanding that endo has 'done a number' on you but really, really you've done a number on yourself. 

you barely recognize the girl in the shop window. what the fuck are you doing, trying to hook up with randos? 

you don't have to look to know he's trailing along, right behind you.  of course he is. takes your momentary introspection as desire for the gucci tacchini furniture in the window and snaps his fingers to a lackey to go in and buy the sofa in your favorite color. doesn't bring up last night nor the morning. it's annoying, it pisses you off. 

you buy things you don't need and shove all the bags into his chest. he takes them with the sweet grin and follows like a lost puppy.  

drops his card before you even reach for yours. it furthers your scorn. oh, he wants to pay? you'll make him back, waltz into every high end store and rack up an insane bills, he'll crack. he'll drop this soon enough right? that song he's humming and the way he's looking at you dreamy and soft is a lie, right?

"love it when my angel spends my money. get the purple one too, know you like that color."

you're mad, you're so fucking mad.  a blazing inferno, brighter than the sun and endo basks in the light despite the heat. 

you're buying more than you make in an entire year and all he does is bat his long eyelashes at you?

doesn't he have limits? 

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grey suit is a nice guy. a steady guy. a smart guy. he plays the game slow and steady, builds up a friendship, dotes on you in ways endo hadn't thought of but will surely steal. endo will study and learn how to do soft dating too. he'll learn all the things grey suit says to make you laugh like that too.

it's why endo isn't bothered when your apartment door opens and you stumble in, giggling with a goofy smile that's met with hushed kisses. grey suit has his hands on your low back, his eyes on your face. oh, endo thinks this one might do a decent job of doting on you. might even fuck you right too, hell grey suit may understand the goddess you are and that there is a right way to worship. 

endo rolls to his side on your brand new sofa, bringing his left leg over his right for balance, head leaning into right hand, he observes. watching you let yourself loosen up, body always stiff when things start to get heated, you're a little shy right? that's why deep kisses and whispered promises help you unwind. that's the best way, it gives you enough room to stop thinking, unwind, pull close, and allow yourself to take what you need. so far, grey suit might be patient enough to coax it outta you.

as endo watches, grey suit's eyes connect with his. grey suit doesn't startle, the motherfucker JUMPS. endo swears if that coward's hand actually hit your face in his alarm he's going to break each finger in half and shove it up grey suit's dick so far he'll need an ENT specialist to find them.

"that your roommate?"

endo gives him that smile.

"i'm the love of her life dickhead."

you give him a sharp look, what? he said dickhead not fucker or asshole. this is progress.

grey suit looks between you and endo, fucking shrimp. endo wouldn't hesitate to end any guy trying to get between you and him.  the only reason this is allowed is because grey suit makes you smile and laugh on your lunch hour. 

endo is confident, secure, stretches out on your sofa. you wanna use someone to pass the time? be his guest. endo can wait, confident all roads will lead to him at the end.

"i got an early meeting actually, hey, thanks for this, you're great," he looks at endo, "you are but i gotta, work. gotta make that money..." grey suit doesn't even kiss you goodbye?  what a disappointing piece of shit, that motherfucker better sleep with both eye open. you let him step into your sacred space and --

"endo yamato," you clench your fists, angry. oh, he hasn't head that in a while, he tried to stop himself from cackling he really did, but it escapes. endo cackles, moves to seated, legs crossing underneath him, back straight, the most polite posture he can muster. calls you hack by your full government name with the deepest voice.

you crowd him before you can help yourself, what's endo need personal space for when anyways? it's useless, store what you want in his lungs, really. he'll take anything as long as he can feel the heat of your skin this close.

your hand twitching with how fucking annoying endo's grin is, how vexing his eyes are, how exasperating the calmness of his being is. the gall of this guy. "return the key."

"no lock is gonna keep me from you precious."   his eyes dart to your hands. they're clenching so tight, your nails are gonna cut skin, gonna bleed. he uses his tattooed fingers to pry your fists open, stretching your hand flat and smacking it against his cheek, hard.

your glare softens in surprise. "you're mad at me right?"

his eyes dazed.

"i did something to upset you." he moves your hand against his cheek again, the mock slap makes you shiver. "gotta get that anger out, right? can't focus cuz of me, huh? " you swallow trying to break eye contact, don't get suckered into this. that sweet siren sound.

"i messed something up, angel didn't i?" another slap, the sound, the feel, the touch of your skin against his cheek is salvation he's unworthy of. he'll take any amount of force, any amount of pressure. keep your touch on him. 

you catch yourself, letting go an exhale you held captive in your lungs. stop, before you get lost in his eyes, before he unlocks this side of you, something you can't put a lid back on, something you can't unlearn. you shove at his face and feel him smile as you pull your hand away.

"i can take it."  he grabs at your hips, pulls you in, his breath hot against your stomach. takes your hand and kisses the palm. "i want it."  he guides your hand to his cheek again. 

"i deserve your anger, at the very least, don't i?" fuck, he's almost begging, looks up pleading, he deserves your warmth, your wrath. "take it out on me."

"take it out on you?" you don't recognize your voice.

he nods, smile wide. this is the first step to absolution for him, he made you cry didn't he? hit him until he sheds a hundred times the tears you did. 

"i won't make a sound. i won't move away. as hard as you want, goddess, as hard as you need." he is sorry for making you cry, so do it, use him. give in, give in, give in.

months and months and months of endo; him walking into your apartment as if it's his name on the lease and not yours. him looking at all your dates with disdain all while telling you he doesn't mind at all, go play. 

you hate you look for him when he's not around. hate all the sarcasm and snark he eats up like honey on drizzled on french toast.  hate how he can take your anger as if it's welcome rain and he's parched. resent how you notice everyone expects you to shrink and be polite but endo holds you up pride. takes all of you -- the anger, the saddens, the cursing, the frustration, like it's nothing.

he wouldn't even label it as enduring your shadow no, endo, your crazy fucking endo is always begging, grasping, crawling to that monster inside your chest to, bares his neck without asking. you hate it.

hate how he looks at you for approval; every time he's nice and not snapping at a waiter, punching a guys face, or drivint the speed limit. as if he's changed. as if he's normal.

as if you not seeing him go back to the restaurant to cause a scene means it didn't happen. that punching guys beyond recognition later doesn't change the fact people you don't know flinch when you cross the street. like you aren't aware of the payout endo's company does to keep his road rage out of the public eye. 

that he was worse before you, this is him healed, this is him contained. happy. your good, bad, ugly, worst days are the spark of his life, enchanting.  that you should let go, let him in, all of you is his. give in, give in, give in.  fuck what your friends think, fuck what your parents would say. he'll walk miles on his knees if he has to. don't be scared.

trusts you beyond with blind faith, take your fill again and again and again.

he'll prove it to you.

all you have to do is let him submit.

all you have to do is keep him.

what's he going to do with all this love that's meant for you anyway? this fidelity, it's yours. do what you want.

but you, oh. his precious goddess.

the filth before him have done a number on you haven't they? planting seeds of doubt about your worth. you don't trust his allegiance is that strong for you. that his faith is misplaced.

you'll show him.

you pull your hand back and slap hard. his whole face turns from the impact, eyes a little blown out.

that's it. that's right. he's not gonna run, he's not gonna ask you to constrict.

his angel, his saving light, his precious heart, his goddess.  

no sound, no snark, no challenge.

endo licks his lips. softly returns his head to it's initial position, balanced between on top his neck. he relaxes his shoulders down, keeps his hands soft and loose on his thighs. 

he looks up.

you're gonna take it out on him right?

ready, waiting, wanting.

use him.

[literaila]

Oh my god 😭😭 that's actually devastating and mildly concerning. Gojo is COVERED and no wonder megumi looks grumpy. Poor tsumiki smiles... She's pulling through

you know i have to take this idea and run with it—

megumi cant say that he loves it when you’re gone—sure, there’s the fact that it most likely means that you’re out dealing with a curse, and probably struggling (as gojo likes to tease), which is worrisome enough. but it also means that he’s stuck in the house with his sister and a lunatic.

and that he’s being stared down now, trying not to viciously glare at gojo (not trying at all actually).

because you’ve lined them up on the couch, and honestly megumi knows you’re scary. he’s seen gojo flail around when he’s doing something he shouldn’t—which is always—trying to escape the inevitable fury that will be aimed at him and his stupid decisions. but megumi doesn’t typically experience it first hand.

and dinner was terrible too, so the boy is honestly just having a bad day.

“speak.” you say, to all three of them. someone has to break sometime.

megumi knows it’s not going to be him, but rather one of his slightly more annoying family members. or gojo.

“if someone doesn’t fess up,” you continue to the three of them—tsumiki is trying not to laugh at the end of the couch because she’s a terrible liar, and an even worse snitch. “then i’m going to make you sleep outside. and i’m not bringing any blankets.”

“in some places that could be deemed as—“ gojo cuts off when you give him a glare.

“now, satoru.”

(megumi is quite enjoying the guilty look on gojo’s face)

“look, okay,” the man starts, hands roaming the air like he’s trying to hypnotize you. “after you left, we hung out for a while, just staring at the wall, and so i suggested that we get up and do something. and then we were playing with the pups, right? and—“

tsumiki is nodding and megumi sighs, leaning back against the couch.

“—they were being a bit rough, like puppies are, and we all got a couple of scratches. and maybe a few bites. nothing major, okay? but i remembered where you put the first aid kit, and patched us all up. battle wounds, you know? so we’re all fine—“

“gojo started messing with the puppies and they were attacking him, and when i intervened he got me scratched too.”

gojo looks over at him, mouth turned completely upside down. “are you serious? we agreed—“

“what did i say about instigating, satoru? and what happened to you, miki? what’s on your face?”

tsumiki smiles. “oh, i just wanted one. they look kinda like stickers.”

you sigh, shaking your head with a hand to your face. “cant even leave the house for a few hours,” you’re mumbling, dropping your hand to roll your eyes and then you look at all of them again.

“okay, to your rooms,” you say, shooing all of them off of the couch. “and no dessert,” you give gojo a pointed look.

he pouts, but megumi is happy to play the victim in this scenario (because he is) and he jumps up off of the couch, turning down the hall to go to his room. tsumiki follows closely behind, trying to flat tire him along the way.

but they can both hear the whispered “what do you mean no dessert?”

a groan, and then “and you’re still sleeping outside—“

“i followed your instructions!”

“those aren’t even real bandaids! they’re the stickers tsumiki got in that coloring book—“

[something-something-catchyname]

I always knew my stepdaughter Katya was beautiful, how could I not?

We’ve always gotten along really great, even though I’m a little past my 45th birthday and she’s now 27, we joke around like a couple of peers or best friends, rather than a stepparent and child.

My wife and stepdaughter are Lithuanian, and both love spending time on various social media platforms, so obviously, when my wife and I married, they moved over from Lithuania and moved in. Katya is a great kid and we get on so well.

One night, I couldn’t sleep, so I got quietly out of bed and went downstairs to watch TV. I saw there was a glow from a screen, maybe the TV or something, in the darkened living room, I went in and after a moment, I made out my stepdaughter Katya, staring at her laptop with her earbuds in watching a black and white spiral spinning round.

She was clad in just a robe, and her long, gorgeous legs were crossed and just visible in the glow from the laptop, as she watched the screen, her eyes were glassy and kinda blank.

I didn’t want to wake her, so I quietly sat down next to her in the chair, I could faintly hear what was being played in her earbuds. I could make out this faint melodic tune, it sounded relaxing, and the odd word being said. As I focused more, I could hear a countdown, ’10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, body so relaxed, ready to submit, 4, 3, 2, 1 and drop, drop, drop’

It was obvious from the spiral on the screen, Katya was watching some hypnosis file, so I moved to another chair and watched.

I had been sitting there only a couple of minutes when I heard Katya moan slightly. When I looked over, I could see that her legs had uncrossed and opened and one of her hands was slowly moving up and down between her legs. It was then that I realized – she was rubbing her pussy! I thought I should leave … but I was taken in by this sight before me. Her head was resting back on the sofa, eyes shut as her hand went to work underneath – then as her hand started going faster, my cock started getting harder, well, what would you do?

After a couple more minutes of this, she spread her beautiful long legs as far apart as she could, and the robe, of course, fell open. Now I could see everything – one hand squeezing her precious, full breasts, one nipple then the other, then massaging her whole tit – while the other hand rubbing her pussy.

Her eyes were still closed, and whilst in this trance, Katya slipped two fingers into that lovely pussy. At the angle I was sitting, I could actually see her vagina spread open under her fingers, and see the juices dripping, I’d never had the chance to watch a woman masturbate this closely, I was speechless.

I quietly got out of my seat, my cock was still hard from watching Katya and I gently went and sat next to her again, I couldn’t hear anything in her earbuds with the exception of the relaxing music, Katya was still playing with her pussy. A thought came over me, not sure how or why, but, the next thing I know, I’m gently removing one of Katya’s EarPods.

‘Katya, this is your master speaking’ I whispered in her ear, omg, that is so corny I thought to myself, no-one believes this shit, then all of a sudden katya replies in a sleepy docile voice ‘Hello Master’.

Well, as you can imagine, this surprise made me extremely hard, I almost burst. I gently said to Katya, ‘do you obey your master?’, ‘yes’ she replied softly, ‘who is your master?’ I asked, ‘you are!’ she replied.

I said to Katya, ‘when you wake up, you will know I’m here and watching, but you will be unable to resist playing with yourself and when I say ‘cum’ you will have the most intense orgasm ever, do you understand?’, ‘yes master’ she quietly replied.

I said ‘wake up in 3, 2, 1’, her eyes opened and she looked at me with a smile and said ‘hello daddy’

As her hypnotic suggestion took hold, she began pinching her nipples, hard, then pulled her sticky fingers out of her sopping hole and started attacking her now-prominent clit, strumming it like someone playing a banjo. It only took a few moments before her orgasm started, and I said ‘cum’. She clamped her legs together tightly, and I watched the joy and pleasure spread over her flushed, sweaty, beautiful features. She seemed to be biting her lip to keep quiet as she strained to hold back the pleasurable noises she must have been aching to let loose.

Finally, her body relaxed, her legs fell open, and she moved her hand from between her legs and started sucking her fingers as she smiled dreamily to herself.

Katya looked over to see me staring at her from my seat just beyond her bare feet.

A sharp intake of breath and widened eyes – but still with her fingers deep in her mouth – she looked shocked for a moment, then mortally embarrassed. She slammed her legs closed, and drew her robe tight around her body. “Daddy!” she hissed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry about it … I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but you don’t have to – I mean, it’s fine. Everybody does it!!” I babbled.

“Well, yeah, but …”

“And I have to say,” I whispered, “it’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

That seemed to calm her down a bit. She smiled a little, then noticed the bulge in my pants. “I guess you did like it,” she said with a nod toward it.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I smiled back and said, “I guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

I slid my hand inside my satin feel boxers, then took my throbbing cock in one hand and started to stroke it very slowly. Katya’s eyes got big, and she licked her lips. Then a look came over her face that I’d never seen there before. “What if I do it for you, Daddy?”

I lay back in the chair and spread my legs, all thoughts of her being my stepdaughter forgotten. My cock was standing straight up, and Katya knelt on the floor in front of it, her eyes almost crossing as she took in its girth, just inches from her nose. When her little hand wrapped around my shaft, I almost exploded on the spot.

She stroked it very slowly, very studiously, up and down, as she stared at my cock intently, almost as if she were being mesmerized by it. She couldn’t seem to look away from it. “I’ve never seen one this big or this beautiful,” she breathed, then added “ … Daddy,” and shuddered as if that made it all the more naughty. (Which, of course, it did.)

Then she put both her small hands around it and increased her speed. I know I was damn close, and when I moaned I was going to cum, one of her hands moved down and started gently squeezing and massaging my balls, while the other increased the speed on my burning-hot cock. I closed my eyes when I could feel myself passing the point of no return, the cum boiling up within me, and suddenly Katya shifted her grip, holding me at the base, and I felt something warm and moist engulf the head of my erupting cock, and my eyes flew open to watch my stepdaughter, her cheeks bulging, her eyes on me, swallowing load after load of my cum, blasted straight into her throat.

This made me spurt even harder, but she just kept swallowing, and squeezing and massaging with both hands, milking every drop out of me.

Finally, she lifted her head from my glistening member, and throwing her hair back, asked huskily if she’d gotten it all. Her eyes were lidded and she looked, again, far more lusty than I’d ever thought I’d see my stepdaughter’s face look.

I nodded, weakly, and murmured, “Ffuck, I never would have thought my own stepdaughter would turn out to be such an amazing cocksucker!” She blushed, ducking her head. Then I asked her if I could taste her.

“Of course, Daddy,” she grinned. “It’s only fair.”

She leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs, and I kissed and licked both her thighs before devouring her soft, juicy pussy. After making her orgasm twice, I told her she had the best tasting, sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted.

She, for her part, seems to have fallen in love with my cock. While Katya still doesn’t want to fuck – she and her dear old stepdad have oral sex every chance we get. We’re probably going to get caught one of these days, but we can’t help it. We just can’t keep our hands – or our mouths – off each other!

[noowayybroo]

Uh... You give Leon sloppy?

Not very creative w/ my titles, or anything really...

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Smut ofc, don't look if you don't like sexy time or if you're too young to do sexy time, you feel? Man gets head, subby Leon, bit of begging, reader isn't exactly dom tho, Leon is just kinda needy. mmmm nom nom nom tasty, GN reader cuz we love being included!!! No mention of age or relationship either, he could be your roommate, your stepbro, your teacher LMAO unleash your wildest fantasies ig?? Gets REAL sloppy so if you have a spit kink, enjoy! If you don't... you poor thing.

Dear young people: Go play Minecraft.

Leon always thought that whenever you claimed to be 'great at head', you were just kidding. You had to be covering up some insecurity orrr... just teasing him, he reckoned.

...Of course he'd been curious, he would have been whether you'd been the closest of lovers or the slightest of strangers, but he quickly came to learn something:

"N-no joke!", Leon breathes in shy bliss, sat there on the couch before you, doing his best to keep those desperate, watery puppy-dog eyes trained on you. Whilst one strong arm digs into the sofa beside him, desperate for some semblance of stability, the other holds up his increasingly much-too-warm shirt - the line of it restrained just above his heaving chest, glistening with fine perspiration, all thanks to you.

You? Well, you're on your knees just between his legs, and let me assure you, it's a pretty view.

At first, you'd begun by slowly tracing a cupped hand up and down the perfect length of his member, before incorporating saliva and kisses into the slippery mess you were making. Leon's tip, in response, was flushed as red as his cheeks, a copious flow of precum seeping down into your frothing, slobbery equation.

Small 'aaah' s and 'mmmm's escape Leon's lips at this stage, his breath catching whenever you pull away, voiding his feel of you where it was oh so delicious. You made his heart skip a beat in other ways, too: when your eyes met his flustered gaze, when you slowly trailed the tip of your tongue from his pulsing base to tip, or when he could hear your own appreciative giggles and breaths. You were having fun, and he adored each little piece of proof of that fact.

"Come on, big boy", you pout, eyelashes fluttering as you gaze up at his drooping lids and slack jaw, "I haven't even started sucking yet-" Leon's response is a guttural yet suppressed low groan as his legs tremble a little at the thought.

Yet. He muses to himself, unable to peel his blown pupils away from the hypnotic movement of your hand.

Your wrist and arm move with such ease, he thinks, the mere act appears to be a simple, beautiful and natural act in itself. He could cum just like this, trying his best not to thrust into your hand as you milk him in just the right way. He wanted so badly to feel your mouth around him, to be enveloped deep within your warmth, and so, he simply would not admit that he didn't need your throat to finish.

Finally, you're ready to give it to him. He knows that his patience is soon to pay off. Stomach tensing and eyes squinting, Leon watches apprehensively as you lower your head, surrounding him.

Your warmth.

your wetness.

The pressure of your closed lips

The feel of your tongue.

They all have him sighing in satisfaction. And when you move, oh, when you move, he can't help but offer you more moans whines, begging you to continue.

"Please... please fff...", "Fucckk~~", "Uahhh fuckk... So... so good."

His words are slurred as his head lolls back once you start to move. He's facing the ceiling but he isn't looking at it. Mind and vision so clouded by pleasure, all Leon can really do is zone out as the sensation of you washes him away. You bob up and down along him, licking and sucking passionately from a good way down, back up to the tip, over and over. Sometimes, you switch things up, focusing your tongue on his tip or pushing further, devouring his cock with your throat, and each time, Leon lets out a raspy, thick moan.

A blind hand finds the back of your head, entangling with your hair as he holds you. He's not forcing you, or trying to move or control you. In fact, Leon is so infatuated, so desperate to be further wound up in you. His arm is limp, simply following your strong movements as he holds you endearingly. You're unsure, ironically, which of you he's trying to reassure. This earns him a little giggle from you, which of course sends him beaming.

Looking to surprise him, you reposition yourself before suddenly taking his cock as deep as you can, nose pressed against his chiselled abdomen. Your eyes water. Trying to suppress your gagging, you do your best to breathe through your nose, but your throat prickles with the pain of being used. No need to hide it, though. Leon is in a world of his own, his head rolls further back, his back arched and his hand leaving your head to curl reflexively around nothing as he trembles, euphoric. Even your sounds are drowned out as wails of pleasure fill the room, accompanied by the couch creaking as Leon's hips buck against your face, shoving himself impossibly deep inside you.

Leon doesn't have much brainpower left. All of his blood's in his cock, and his power in his hips. So, while he does care about your ability to breathe, he can't contain himself as he continues to squirm, legs desperately trying to lift himself, pressing deeper and deeper into you where he feels he belongs. His own shameful sounds, combined with the wet, slobbering and faint choking you emit, bring Leon closer and closer to the edge as he practically sobs, doing his best to resist the primal urge to grab your head and force it to stay there around him. He's trying so hard to be good for you.

Leon finally glances down, eyes discovering your reddening face as the inevitable he'd prepared for occurs: you pull away. With a loud gasp, you lift your head from his twitching phallus, a line of thick, bubbly saliva bridging the gap between your once-connected parts. You waste no time recovering breath though, he's close, and it'd be cruel to tease him any further.

"Where do you wanna cum?" You ask softly, raspy voice choked by saliva as you return to pleasing him, sweet eyes meeting his, expectant of an answer.

Leon is more than surprised to have had the choice, which he expresses with something of a chuckled moan... He ponders for a while, once more getting lost in the feel of you on him so lovingly, but knows he has to decide soon, or it'll be in your mouth no matter what...

OK GUYS BARE WITH ME I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME I HAD AN IDEA!!! So, my idea is... based on where you want him to cum just find the prompt title below and read!! The stuff will be separated with "----"s! There's 2 options in this fic, either on yer fayce or in yer throat! :> Happy reading!

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"F---fuckk... On... on your face... please", Leon hisses. He really wanted to be buried in your throat once more, but a small part of him hoped he'd have a chance to another time after this. Well, that accompanied by the thought that this would be his last chance, his final attempt to claim you as his swayed his mind. He needed to make good on the image that had just plastered the walls of his mind: Your sweet, sweet, hot face, painted with his seed.

Humming and nodding obediently, picking up the pace, you work Leon closer and closer to his release as he does his very best to watch you, worshipping you: a master at work. He bites his bottom lip as he stares back down at you, barely able to blink for fear he'll awake from this blissful dream. Suddenly, though, it becomes time.

"Oh... Ohh shit I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cum I- I'm..." Leon Groans, squirming back to help you release him in time. As his cock springs free from your sopping wet lips with a soft 'pop', it lands with an audible 'plap' on the taught skin of your face. You thought you'd have to continue working him, replacing the stimulation your mouth no-longer provided, but the view of your perfect face, topped with his lucky, lucky member had Leon hurtling over the edge like a dramatic car-crash in a 90's film.

It throbbed...

It spurted...

Hot, thick ropes flew from Leon's cock, generously garnishing every inch of your beaming, reddened face. His hand replaces yours on it before you get a chance, further milking himself onto you, standing as you kneel before him. He moans, throws his head back, the image of you below him, claimed as his own, far too pleasurable in the moment.

"Ahhhh.... G-God..." He lets out another expression of enjoyment amidst his heavy breathing as his cock rests above your face once more, twitching and throbbing, still pulsing and full of energy, as if threatening to be ready to go again all too soon. A strong, large hand rests as your face, replacing his cock which is held by his other. Before you know it, his thumb is slowly wiping some of his cum from your face, and feeding it into your open, awaiting maw. He hums in satisfaction as you close your mouth around the digit, sucking obediently. His sudden dirtiness makes you feel... hot... inside...

Your heaving breaths pull his attention back to you, and he promptly crouches down to pull you back onto the couch beside him, leaning into you lovingly as he does.

"So..." He sighs, not yet trusting himself to be able to form a coherent sentence, "How long were you planning on letting me miss out on that?" He sounds amused and is still jokey, which is a great sign. You wonder what this means for the future of your relationship now.

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"I-in..." Leon groans, choked up over his own words. "Inside... please", he moans, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch for your response as they threaten to shut in pleasure. You nod hastily, excited by his request, fueled by his pleasure. You pick up the pace, stroking his length rapidly with one hand as you consume him with your mouth. He moans, he groans and he whimpers, hips bucking wildly and hands returning to perch on your head.

As soon as you give him that silent, affirmative dip of the head, his hands become forceful. Raw, horny energy prompting him to push down on your head like some sea-dwelling monster trying to drown their victim. His tip forces its way back between the tight muscles of your throat, causing you to sputter and choke, further coating his slip-n-slide of a cock as he bottoms out inside of you, groaning, almost yelling as he meets his release.

"Ffffuck fuck fuck fuck... Shitttt..."

Leon's cock throbs and twitches as he hastily pulls it out from your throat, which was too tight and strained to even feel the hot ropes which were spilled into it seconds ago. He cradles your face in his hands as his cock pops free from your mouth, slapping down to rest on your face as it jerks and throbs in gratification. It's hot and warm, even against your sizzling skin. You pull away to cough slightly and catch some much needed air. Leon's also breathing heavily, doing his best to come down from his high.

Lovingly, he stares at you until his lidded gaze meets your proud, yet slightly nervous one (he was just so... big), before he whispers, voice scratchy yet more than amused, "Where'd you learn to do all that?" He helps you up to sit beside him as his mind wonders, picturing the thousand ways he'd like to feel that again and again. His eyes read nothing but awe.

------------------------------------- I think the choice thing is cool because it helps make the fic more inclusive... Some people might really not like the idea of gettin' baby batter injected into their windpipes (I can tell you, it's not pleasant), and others might not like the idea of it clinging to their face... on the contrary, some might love either. I know this disrupts the flow of the fic a bit, for which I hastily apologise, but I wanted to see if anyone liked this idea. I was even thinking about using Links to make a choice game... which could be fun, but I'm not sure.

Hope you enjoyed n if you want something please ask I love you all!

[beforeimdeceased]

ELECTRIC LADY… 💋📺🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: today is nothing like yesterday.

author’s note: whipped this up kinda quick while watching ash asylum.

part one. > part two. > part three.

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“and more on the shocking news we covered earlier tonight, the man found dead was 36 year old Benson Standold. not much on the fugitives that killed him, but a witness has disclosed that they saw two young women running away from the scene—“

the radio whirrs as ellie turns the channel.

“got on board a westbound 747…”

“dammit shit fuck!” you scream. she’d pulled the cigarette out of her own mouth and handed it to you, the unkept ashes falling onto the skin of your thigh. you wince, taking a drag. “what have we done?”

“listen, he was gonna hurt you. and you didn’t do anything, i was the one holding the knife.”

you shake your head, holding back a river of tears. “weren’t we just two kid in love yesterday?”

you’d both gone to get breakfast and were on your way back, when ellie noticed a car following in her rear view. she took a couple harsh lefts, sharp rights, and stopped over to the side when it was still there. she’d gotten out to confront him when he threw a string of slurs at her. hollering about his perverse thoughts. hollering about you.

he went to attack her and she fought back. ellie fought to win, nothing less. this was something he’d been forced to learn the hard way. now you were speeding off to god knows where with your things still at the hotel. a small sum of money, gum, and a pack of cigarettes on your person.

“that was yesterday, doll. if you ain’t noticed already, things have changed.”

you bite your lip. “what if we just tell the police what happened?” ellie chuckles. “we ran. and they wouldn’t believe me anyway. listen, we can play this like i kidnapped you or something? murderous frenzy? way outta my mind? that might work.”

you stare at her like she actually is way outta her mind. “goddamnit ellie! i’m not letting you go to fucking jail for me! now shut up and keep driving.”

⋆˚✿˖° 7 years prior

you were dazzling in the low light of the bar. the music seemed to flow through you, overtaking your body. your movements, effortless but enchanting. hauntingly beautiful. hypnotizing.

ellie had up and gone and come back about 20 times (if you were counting right) and you were sure you were the reason she kept returning. never a moment in her reappearance had she missed the chance to sit and talk with you. smiling at you with so much love in her eyes you thought it might change your mind about her. about not getting too attached to a balloon that was facing the wind.

you’re startled by another presence, and by the change in music you can tell it’s her. she never fails to come back with a present. pretty key chain dangling on her index finger while her thumb points to the booth. how could anyone say no to that smile?

“when do you leave again?” you ask, conflicted on how you should react to the answer. she was doing what she’s always wanted to, but not seeing her was killing you inside. you couldn’t get over all the love you had for her. she tosses a toothpick around her mouth, then smirks showing that damn dimple. “in a couple days. you free?”

it was never just sex, though the sex was incredible. she’d take you on sweet little dates. she’d show you things you that you wouldn’t even know to go looking for. she’d talk to you about how the city was her heart but you were the blood running through it. how much she…

“want you there with me, but i know that you love this little shithole town.”

you scowl at her. “don’t call it a shithole. i love this place.”

“i know.” she sighs. “that’s why i keep coming back.”

[sugar-omi]

So....Cove in a bunny suit or a maid outfit? 👀 (Based on Rala chan's drawings)

*link to rala-chan's twitter

i love rala-chan's art so much.... she is a life saver. a god among artist. if she ever makes posters or photo cards i will buy all of them, please her art is just too beautiful

tags : NSFW, gn reader, drabbles/headcanon's, bottom cove, dom reader, cove in a maid outfit

MAID OUTFIT

i instantly wanted to tease him when i saw her art of him in a maid outfit...

now i imagined a scenario/au where cove is a maid for rich, powerful you and long story short, he's not your maid anymore, more a boyfriend, kinda a sugar baby

either way, you decide to tease him by putting him a maid outfit, frilly dress and stockings held up by a nice garter

putting a vibrating toy inside him and whenever you walk by him, you purposefully touch his bulge through his panties <333

ah, even better if you had put a cock ring on him.

knowing how sensitive he can be, he'll easily fall over the edge

maybe even you use this as a punishment

anyway... my thoughts are bigger than these bullet points can handle so <333

you purposefully spill orange juice on your kitchen tile, a fake surprised "oh!" falling from your lips. you turn to cove, playing up your remorse.

"i'm sorry, cove, can you help me wipe it up?"

cove, his cheeks bright red, makes eye contact with you (something you always demand of him) and he swallows, his throat bobbing. you can see how hazy and shaky his eyes are, his hands and knees trembling.

while he's walking over to clean up the mess for you, you can see how he licks his lips, how he bites his bottom lip to stifle his moans, the toy shifting and hitting sweet spots inside him...

he falls to his knees, his breath hitching.

he can hardly do his job with the toy inside him, but at least you haven't turned on the vibrations..

you go behind cove, saying you'll grab some lysol wipes while he soaks it up. and you will! the cabinet is right next to you... but so is cove's ass. and between lysol wipes, and your darling maid boyfriend who has his cute ass in the air.. well the wipes can wait.

you flip up his skirt, ignoring cove's surprised noise and stuttered "what-what're you doing?!"

instead you admire how the toy pushes against his underwear, his heavy cock staining the lacy fabric.

your hand runs over his plush ass, admiring the natural tan of his skin and how the garter stretches around the fat of his ass and the thick muscle of his thighs.

you pull his panties aside, taking the base of the dildo and slowly pulling it out before pushing it back in, hypnotized by how his hole clenches and easily accepts the toy.

cove gasps and moans lowly, squeezing the towel in his hand, making the juice squeeze out.

you land a quick slap against his ass, then another. and then another.

cove yelps and whines, calling out your name.

you put back his underwear, ignoring his panting and how his knees slip against the tile, barely holding himself up on weak arms. you throw the pack of wipes next to him, standing up and brushing off your pants.

"focus on cleaning up."

cove pants, licking his lips and blinking, trying to get his head back above the pool of pleasure he's sinking in. "oh-oka-aah!"

cove moans loudly, his head falling, his clenched fist squeezing out more juice from the rag as he tries not to collapse from the vibrations suddenly shaking his sensitive insides.

also thinking about teasing him while he's next to you....

you ask cove to make you some tea, or maybe you ask him to tidy up your desk or vacuum the rug underneath your feet.

whatever you ask him to do, maybe even all three in fact just so that way he has to keep coming near you, you flip up his skirt, or maybe you even make him abandon the skirt so that way you can see how h strains against his panties and how his ass clenches around the toy

or how he squirms and tries to angle away from you so you don't get a faceful of his ass.

but when he does turn his ass towards you, his ass shaking from side-to-side as he tries to do his task, you drop your paperwork on the table and trade your mind numbingly boring work for fingering cove's poor, sensitive ass

he tries to keep vacuuming, shakily holding it and trying to get up under the coffee table but your fingers are curling against those sweet spots inside him and he ends up failing, he can't win against you and your skilled fingers

the vacuum ends up abandoned on the floor, and cove is in your lap, his legs pulled up against his chest and he's whining and moaning loudly, his head hitting your shoulder as he cums all over his chest...

god he's the prettiest maid, please interrupt him while he's working

after all, rewards and punishments make enthusiastic workers <333

BUNNY OUTFIT

okay now i don't usually have many thoughts about bunny outfits

but fuck i started thinking about obey me and if any of you have read the smut where reader or the boys dress up in the bunny outfit, or played the game n seen their bunny outfits....

my brain worm takes over n i wish i could stop playing host/hostess and sneak off w them

but its not abt obey me rn

so imagine that with cove...

he's working a bunny boy at some club, or maybe he's treating you tonight by servicing you in every way possible

and the next time he turns around to go get you another drink, your resolve is broken, and you snatch him, making him spill your drink of choice.

he yelps, his legs squirming and he's clinging onto your forearm. stutters your name, tries to make you let go so he can clean up the mess but you aren't having it

hooking your legs over his and slipping your hand into the top of the bodysuit, toying with his nipples and sucking on his neck while your other hand palms his bulge...

he's all whiny n squirming, bucking up into your hands and grinding against your thigh.

you pull his bodysuit to the side, easily sliding two fingers in once you remove his butt plug, rewarded with a loud moan and cove pushing back on your fingers, clawing at the table.

giving you a nice view of your bunny boy desperately fucking himself back on your fingers, all but drooling over your fingers and when they curl against his prostate, his cum adds to the mess on the floor

but instead of worrying about getting back to work, he just turns around and with watery eyes and shaky breath, asks if you wanna go to the storage room and continue this...

[sirensplayhouse]

alpha state

welcome back, my little sirenettes 🕺🏾this is gonna be a short and quick to the point post😂. so i’ve been seeing a lot of posts about the different brainwaves hint my little reblogging spree i just went on and it inspired me to drop my success story on how i entered/tapped into alpha state so sit back and enjoy🫡.

so alpha state is a state of deep conscious relaxation, you feel relaxed and at peace and just have an overall sense of calmness when you’re in it (think of it as a light hypnotic state). you’re able to absorb more information, ideas and suggestions in alpha state because you’re more receptive and focused during this state.

ok siren we dgaf about you’re explanations just tell us how to tap into it🙄

ok so just like anything you can get into alpha state by simply telling your subconscious to put you in alpha state of, you can listen to brain wave frequencies like the one i’ve tagged below, you also enter alpha state when you meditate and daydream and you can do the counting backwards from 200 and counting to 200 method if you please.

siren ok we just want to know what YOU did to get into alpha state we’on care bout none of that other stuff

ok ok tough crowd😵‍💫anywaysssssss i put on this lovely little audio i tagged (and honestly i saw this tagged in another post on tumblr a year ago and decided to try it , so full credit goes to the person that found it first y’all the goat). i was sitting up during this process so i wouldn’t fall asleep , kept my head straight and my head still and moved my eyes to the top of the my tv (so i wouldn’t have to strain my eyes too far) and before i knew it i was in alpha state🤭.

it’s that simple nothing overcomplicated or anything i have done the counting up to and down from 100/200 and honestly i just felt like my mind wandered off wayyyyyy to much when i did that method and i like this one better. now there are a multitude of alpha state meditations on youtube that you can use that don’t have to be this specific one let’s be clear🧍🏾‍♀️.

and one last mention i did have my affirmation tapes playing in the background (y’all know i love me some affirmation tapes😂) while i was in alpha state and after i got out of it and took a nice lil nap (don’t judge✋🏾) i woke up to what i wanted (i did not know how to phrase this last part so this is as good as y’all getting😭🧍🏾‍♀️).

no i’m not telling y’all what i manifested😂but i will tap into alpha state again and manifest something different post a picture of what i chose to manifest just so y’all can see it’s that simple.

idk if i missed anything or what because like i said this was kinda rushed and in the spur of the moment but just in case i did, posts i recommend: boom and slap and y’all should also go check out @gorgeouslypink her work is always top tier and that’s all my little sirenettes until next time🤝🏾

[quitealotofsodapop]

How does the traffic light trio handle babies? Since you know, Savage and Rumble exist (question for babies in general, not just the Savage and Rumble) (there got to be a cute nickname for this pair of twins)

MK loves babies! And they like him! He's always been an ethusiastic big brother since Bai He came into their lives as a toddler. He def strikes me as a kid who picked out his future childrens names decades in advance. When he first holds the Twins he just starts blubbering from the cuteness and kissing their little faces all over (affection reciprocated by the twins). Tends to spoil little kids with affection and treats. He def wants like 6 or 8 kids of his own when he grows up.

Mei is a solid Big Sister. Although she's good at handling little kids with all their rambunctious energy, she kinda gets deer-the-headlights around small babies. Like; "How are you this small??" and being a little scared that her dragon-ness scares them. The Twins adore their big sister and will climb all over her to show their love. Lots of physical activities and play time.

Red Son... he's terrified of babies. They're smelly, loud, sticky, and seem to hypnotize every rational being in the universe (Including his own parents). As a child he vowed never to have any of his own (much to DBK's dismay), and combined with being Guanyin's acolyte for so many years, he just assumed that he'd always dislike babies amd children in general. After all, he grew up with his own horror stories thrown back at him - why would he want his own Red Son? His opinions begin to shift however with the arrival of Rumble & Savage. The little shadowy mystic monkey Twins seemed to cast a spell on him. When he first held them, he sat still for nearly an hour just watching them sleep. ("Mother, Father. I changed my mind! I want at least 7 of these!" DBK and PIF were uber delighted). Like Mei he gets nervous about if his powers/appearance scares the babies, even more so cus of his fire. Takes a while before Mac and SWK can convince him to take off the oven mitts before holding one of the twins. Heavily values mental stimulation; is the first to bust out the flash cards and educational toys.

Btw: think i've seen the Rumble & Savage be called the Shadow Twins/Duo before?

[sensei-venus]

Headlights with a Red String (1/?)

(Unedited) (Soulmate Au!, Red String Au!, Mentions of past relationships Robby/Sam & Robby/Tory, Kinda angst because it’s Robby, Robby being negative as hell because of his mom.) (Will Cross-Post on AO3)

Robby Keene learned one thing as a young child, something that stuck to him his whole life. It was something small that only stuck to him because it worked. Most people didn’t even give it a second thought. But people like Robby needed that one thing to keep living. The one thing he could hold on to that always seemed to get him out of every situation.

Suck it up and smile like you mean it even when you don’t.

When Robby was six he watched his mom scratch at her pinky uncontrollably while sitting on their crappy couch. His tiny eyes followed her odd movements, watching her roll her eyes for a minute or two. Nails working on her pale skin until it was pink and red. She chewed on her lip as she almost seemed to claw at her skin. Her freshly manicured nails dig into the flesh of her finger like no tomorrow. It was almost like she was trying to rip away at something her could not see but she could.

“Mommy what are you doing? Does your finger hurt?” Robby said quickly as he rounded the corner of the couch and climbed up. Sitting next to him mom. She sighed before briefly stopping her assault on her digit. Looking over at him she gave only a half smile to him.

“Sometimes mommies finger hurts because of her red string is all.”

Robby blinked at her with his big hazel-green eyes. He has no idea what his mommy was talking about. He looked down at her finger and saw no such thing. No red string attached to her finger.

“Are you playing a game? I don’t see a string. I want to play!” His voice was filled with childlike wonder.

“No Sweety it’s not a game. Mommy has a red string attached to her finger that is attached to her soulmate. Only me and my soulmate can see it and feel it. When you turn ten you will get one too.”

“Mommy what’s a soulmate?” Robby asked in wonder. The word sounded so weird to him. It sounded cool, kinda funny too. Soulmate.

Shannon looked over to her son and watched as he looked up at her in glee. Blond locks pushed to the side behind her ear. Sighing she looked at the boy replying back in a slightly sad tone “ A soulmate is someone special. Someone who is made to be with you, a perfect match. They stick with you forever. They love you, care for you, trust you and forever support you. You can make a life with them.” Looking down at the hand she was previously scratching at.

A sad expression crossed her face “When you turn ten a red string will appear on your pinky. Only you will be able to see it along with your soulmate. It wraps around your finger and connects to your soulmate’s finger, somewhere out there is your soulmate. Your stings connect. When your close…there is a wonderful feeling and you will just know that person is close.”

Robby nodded as he looked at his own hands in awe. His eyes sparkled, his tiny hands where bare if any string at the moment. Now he was excited to get his very own string. He wanted a new friend! His mommy made it sound so good to have a “soulmate” and he wondered how he would meet them. How they where, would they like him, would he like them. So many questions flooded his mind all at once.

“Is daddy your soulmate mommy?” He said out loud wondering if that was why he was here. That had to be the case. If soulmates where made for each other then daddy had to be mommy’s soulmate!

“No honey he’s not… mommy just settled.” She spoke with no feeling. All emotion was void from her voice as she spoke. Her eyes where drawn away, staring at the wall like she was almost hypnotized by it. It was nothing but a blank scratched up wall in front of her.

Robby felt cold all of a sudden.

“Mommy never meet her soulmate. Sometimes you don’t meet your soulmate so you just settle like mommy did.”

That was the day he would look back on and remember randomly. It was something he never forgot and stuck to him. It was constantly at the back of his mind. Eating away at him as he started to grow older as time went by.

That’s why when he turned ten and his red string appeared, his mind was other places.

He never talked to his mom about it, ever. It was a closed away conversation that was never discussed between the two.

He was settled in the idea of just “settling” at some point.

Soulmates where overrated anyway.

At least that was what he felt like by the time he was in highschool. His dating life was average if not slightly lacking. He didn’t date until his senior year and so far that had been a nightmare. Sam wasn’t his soulmate by a long shot and she seemed to treasure her red string. He knew that even if they did stay together besides the whole Miguel thing that she would ultimately leave him. Her dream of finding her soulmate was way to big to let go of it for him.

She wasn’t willing to “settle” like he would for her.

Tory was the second girl he had ever dated, she was his backbone for the longest time. Their relationships was wonderful for months as they enjoyed each others time. They spent hours talking and hanging out. For a while it felt like they where a real couple. Tory made him feel so good, so cared about and loved. But soon enough after months of dating they both realized that they where better as friends.

They realized that the relationship was more of a friends with benefits. More best friends that occasionally fucked every now and then. It was a peaceful break up, both staying friends.

Tory didn’t care about strings just as much as Robby did. She was forced on settling as well. She said her string has been long for a while, she never felt it get tight or start to shrink. Unlike Robby she did think it was over all neat to read about. She told him all kind of facts about the red strings of fate attached to their fingers.

Some people said it burned when their soulmate was close. Some said they could see some kind of pulse go though the think thread.

“You know one chick, during WW2 said that she felt her soulmate get shot on the battlefield. Turns out she meet him because she was a field nurse. She claimed she knew he was a soldier at that very moment. Weird right.” Her voice was filled with skepticism as she read though a article on her phone. Her eyes trailing up and over to look at him

“Yeah sure I guess….” He didn’t bother to look over at her and kept scrolling though his own phone.

He had never felt anything like what Tory described. Maybe at some point he felt a small tug but that was all. Nothing serious enough to grab his attention ever happened so he just put it to the side. On rare occasions would look at the string. When he was awake at night laying in bed, to awake to fall asleep. Her would trace the thread with his index finger for a while. It felt a little warm at times, sometimes it was slightly cold. It swayed and moved in the wind when he was outside.

When he was younger he thought he could knot it up but he couldn’t. The red string magical unknotted itself and hung limp on his finger. Looping around the pinky in a vice but hanging gently in the air. Deep down in his heart he did wonder about the other person on the other end. Did they feel the same way he did about the stupid string? Did they try to find him? He didn’t try to find them.

He felt just a tad bit of guilt on that part. Maybe they WHERE looking for him by now. Most soulmates where the same age if not a few years younger or older then each other. It was rare to be decades apart.

He would throws his hand down onto his blanket and roll over. Stuffing his face into the pillow and try to simply not think to hard about it. Choosing to try and sleep to block out those thoughts. It was like a unending cycle for the Keene boy. Unending loneliness and a negative outlook on just about everything that came to mind with soulmates.

His attitude only changed a little when he talked to Daniel.

“You know I never thought I would meet Amanda you know. When I was younger I was so excited about dating just about anyone. I knew Ali wasn’t the one right off the bat but I liked her so much that it didn’t really matter. But then we broke up and I didn’t seem to matter anymore. It was sad but still, I fell back on the idea that there was still someone I was fated to be with out there. Then I meet Amanda and it was just different. I still to this day can’t describe how it felt when I first laid eyes on her. Our strings pulled us together and it was just like magic.” He said looking to the sunset outside the dojo fence.

They both sat on the deck of dojo, watching the Sun slowly set into the hills.

Robby felt strange in that moment and he couldn’t help but ask “ So in the long road, it was worth it not to settle?” His eyes looked in the same direction as Daniel’s.

Daniel raised a brow and a looks of sadness crossed his face for only a split second.

“It was definitely worth it Robby.”

They both sat there for a good hour just watching the sun go down.

Maybe just maybe he could wait a bit longer to see what happened.

He still had time to see if his soulmate every made a appearance.

[sweetshelluvaau]

Free pass for you to explain how you’ve decided to rewrite any of the characters ^^

if you can’t choose tho I’m very curious to hear your thoughts on Alastor

Oh geez I have to pick a character to talk about! Well, I'll do that but I'll also answer regarding to Alastor first:

I have a complicated relationship with Alastor in the show, however I don't think they changed him too much from the pilot but at the same time, something just feels off about him.

No shade to his new actor, he does a fine job but something is missing that Ed Bosco bought to the character. Also as much as I love the song Stay Gone, I do feel him using modern slang to be out of character for him. (I'll admit tho that him dropping the f-bomb did made me laugh.)

Really I don't have much complaints about Alastor being I'm kinda indifferent about him.

As how I would rewrite him: Well first off, get rid of the Voodou stuff. There are people much better qualified than I am to talk about why using symbols and villainizing a closed practice/religion that has ties to parts of the black community is wrong so I'm not touching that can of worms. I know Viv said he's Creole, but I feel she only made him such because of the backlash and criticism she gotten.

So, in my AU, suppose to using Voodou, Alastor will still have powers but they're more eldritch/Lovecraft in nature (which is kinda what he already has going for him so it's not too much of change I guess idk) and has these powers by making a deal with a demon when alive and when he died it just transferred with him when he arrived in Hell. How? Why? I haven't figured that out yet being I don't know even if I'm gonna touch on that much in my AU anyways.

Also worth nothing that in my AU: Most Overlords don't have powers and play more like gang leaders/owners of their control of ‘districts’/businesses though out various rings in hell where Overlords are a thing (Pride/Greed/Sloth. Lust sort of has them but they're more regulated in that ring suppose to having freedom to do as they see fit) sort of thing. The only exception of the rule is Alastor and maybe Zestiral because he's old and gives me sorcerer vibes (plus it is my AU I do what I want). Vox still has the ability of hypnotization but it's less magic more than it's technology (I mean he's a TV head and likes to update with the times so he had a good time to prefect that).

But back to Alastor: Honestly, I think that's really the major change I would do being I think he has a solid foundation otherwise, it just comes to excultion.

Okay, character of my picking:

Less of a rewrite and more of a compete replacement but I would get rid of Adam and replace him with Archangel Michael. I don't get why Adam is leading the extermination being he was never an angel but a human that just so happened to go to heaven in Hazbin. This would be okay if the worldbuilding made this make sense but again, we're talking about Hellaverse here where the writers just throw shit against a wall and see what sticks without asking why.

But yeah, I think it'd make more sense for Michael to be leading the Extermination. I don't plan on him being a dick, let alone evil in my AU more than a guy who's trying to justify to himself that this is for the betterment for Heaven and Hell but takes no joy in the job otherwise and likely going to go though an existential crisis half way into my version of Hazbin.

Also, Lucifer and him are brothers. The Drama!

Anyway this is getting long and I think I spent two hours writing this out. If there's any other questions you want to ask, you're always welcome to send in more.

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Intertidal Chapter Release—Ch. 18✨

Lifting my phone up high in the air, I sucked in another breath. Great. Tapping the green answer icon I didn't realize it was a video call before it was too late.

"What?" I groaned, trying not to growl because it was too early for these calls and I wasn't at my mental fittest in that moment.

"Mornin'," Kent chuckled, seemingly humored by my post-dawn anguish. "Yer lookin' bright eyed and bushy tailed."

I glared at him.

"What's got ya' out of sorts, love?" he asked in a more concerned tone. "Ya' sick or hurt?"

"No..." I hesitated. Furrowed my brow and closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose to ward off the creeping headache I felt coming. "Just...I don't know. My head's fuzzy."

"Drunk fuzzy? Hungover? Or like existential dread goin' into numb kinda fuzzy?" When I groaned at the last one I could hear him breathe a sympathetic chuckle. "Yeah, I have those mornin's too."

"Maybe if I have a mimosa..."

Kent clicked his tongue. "That, love, is what we call an unhealthy dependence bordering on alcoholic behavior."

"You sound like my therapist."

"Well kudos ta' her for havin' the stones to say that."

Only Kent could make me roll my eyes with the urge to clock him while looking as good as he did while doing it.

"What're ya' doin' today?"

"Besides withering away beneath my blankets waiting for death to come and fight me for my life?" Kent smirked, humored by my answer rather than being put off the way Enid or my parents would have been. Both him and Ty shared the same flavor of dark humor which was also my flavor as chance would have it. "Nothing. Why?"

"We should do somethin'."

Wading the glowing crystalline waters of the pool hidden within the tropical paradise that surrounded us, I watched Kent swim toward me after diving in from the opposite end. Form shifting hypnotically like an abstract painting cast in bronze, topaz blue, aquamarine, and shimmering yellow, I held my breathe as he approached. Smiled more as if I had been bewitched when he emerged looking like a damn Grecian god with his hair clinging to his broad built shoulders and eyes sparkling. It didn't help that "Moonlight Serenade" was playing to match the vintage vibe of the entire area encapsulating Trader Sam's, Tangaroa Terrace, and the "grown up's" pool.

"Yer doin' that thing again," Kent teased as he floated over to where I was lurking, my arms slung up on the lip of the pool deck. Tilting his head just a bit with a playful flicker in his eyes as he grabbed hold of the handrail of the sidesteps next to me, Kent closed the space separating us. Hung there looking like a siren pulled straight out of fiction. "You'll cook me 'live with that kind of starin'."

I couldn't respond. My brain had gone dead. Or on strike because it was tired of this bullshit. Either way, the bitch had peaced out on me and my thought process was left on buffering.

Eyes constantly drawn back to his eyes, his lips, his chest, it was irrational Wynn's turn to take control of the helm. And what do you know, she steered us all into the shallows. Ran us ashore marooning me in the destructive cycle of reconsidering my stance on relationships versus fuck buddies. And it was her fault that my brain was coming up with more pro's to locking down Kent than it was coming up with con's. This would have been an easy decision weeks ago. Wouldn't have been something I would have even considered at the start of the year. Granted, I had always wanted to take a ride or two on him. But date him? That was a sure sign I had suffered traumatic brain injury. Or at least so I thought. But now?

"Winnie...?" He said quietly, as if he were about to share a secret. From the look in his eyes, he may very well be doing that. Gaze flicking from my lips to my eyes as he got in a little closer, Kent nearly whispered, "What if..." he began--the tension mounting between us pure indescribable torture. "What if I were to tell ya' that you've been on my mind for the last year?"

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Will and the Maps

I lost some of this post due to a computer reset but I suddenly gained the will to write it again! (no pun intended)

Was watching a blind reaction of season 2 the other day and something interesting occurred to me. This isn't a full thought or theory, just a connection to previous theories I hadn't really considered before.

First, I'll give a quick review of the theories this new one is related to.

#1. Will "created" the Upside Down. I don't believe he literally hand crafted and shape the Upside Down on purpose with full knowledge of what he was doing. My theory here is that when Will was pulled into/fell into the Upside Down, he completely unintentionally shaped the meta physical space around him into what we know as the Upside Down.

#2. When El opened the gate in 1983, she created a bubble which we now refer to as the Upside Down. These two theories may seem contradictory but it's kinda how I view the whole situation. I believe the world El sent Henry to in 1979, Dimension X, is a plane that has always existed and has nothing to do with El. Then, in 1979 when she tore open space and time, creating the mother gate, the two planes of existence overlapped or touched for a moment, creating a bubble we refer to as the "Upside Down"

Below is a timeline of events I think happened.

In image 1, you have the Rightside Up and Dimension X as two entirely separate planes.

In image 2, you have the aftermath of El opening the mothergate and essentially creating a bridge between Dimension X and the Rightside Up. At this point in time, I theorize the "Upside Down" wasn't the Upside Down just yet.

Lastly, in image 3 is when I believe the Upside Down truly becomes the Upside Down IF Will really did "paint" over the empty space with his presence.

Of course, it's entirely possible that the Upside Down became the Upside Down in step 2 merely by touching two planes together, but we shall see!

Onto the new thoughts I had,

I was watching S2E4 when Will was trying to explain the tunnels he was seeing in his vision. Then, later drawing them out in a big winding puzzle followed by Will telling Mike the more he "spreads" through Hawkins the more connected he feels to the "Shadow Monster".

That bit about spreading through Hawkins making him feel more connected to the Mind Flayer is what partially spawned my theory about Will (unintentionally) making the Upside Down look like it currently does. Why would the Mind Flayer spreading around like that make him feel more connected? In fact, just the presence of the Mind Flayer approaching town caused him great mental and arguably physical distress before he was possessed.

The imagery of Will drawing the tunnels spread across the town in a dazed hypnotic state reminded me of this theory in the first place. Will didn't know he was drawing. None of them realized what it was (except Hopper who ran off on his own without telling anyone) until Bob came by and recognized it as Hawkins itself.

Like I said, this isn't exactly a new full thought out theory here but something about this moment compounded with everything new we've learned, ESPECIALLY at the end of S4 when Will reveals the moment he stepped back into Hawkins he could feel everything again....

I just feel like Will is not just deeply tied to Henry, the Mind Flayer, and the Upside Down, but Hawkins itself.

Like, whatever happened to him the moment he was taken from the shed created some unbreakable chain to Hawkins that he can't escape.

It brings up other thoughts like, "Why was there a renewed sense of urgency for Henry/the Mind Flayer to open giant gates and destroy the barrier between worlds? I feel as though it was because El AND Will left. If Will plays an important part in all this, it must've been frustrating that he left the area and couldn't easily be reached.

It also made me think, "If there's a timeskip, what's taking him so long to start his plans? I would think Vecna would want to start attacking and escaping immediately since he seemed like he was in such a hurry." Well, what if he isn't in as much of a hurry anymore because Will is back in town?? I mean, there's no reason to rush and escape to a far off place if one of your puzzle pieces of chilling in the danger zone right? If Will can sense him, surely the opposite is true?

And you may be asking, "But why is Will such a target anyway?" Well I dunno. Way back it was stated that Will was taken for a reason. I don't know what that reason could be, but if Will holds the key to the Upside Down and how it looks.... I dunno. I feel like that could be a valuable pawn to have?

Think of it this way. El created the bubble and Will shaped what that bubble looks like. It stands to reason both of them can probably shift and change what the Upside Down looks like. Maybe Henry could too.

But... if you think of the Upside Down as a bridge from the Rightside Up to the Upside Down.... and let's say, one of those people in particular can make it a stronger bridge or cause it to crumble.....?

Ah I'm just rambling now. Pfff. But I feel like I'm onto something....