#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I hope the darkness they find will give them light. ✘ ADA.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Good Girls || Alexia Putellas and María León

warnings : smut (18+), cunnilingus, face-riding, rough sex, light bondage, gagging, fingering, choking, rimming, riding, dildos, buttplugs and strap-ons.

a/n : special thanks to spicy anon for some scene inspiration :)

There were lights flashing all over the place when you walked into the bar. The music blared and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled your nostrils. People were dancing and yelling, grinding and making a fool of themselves left, right and center.

You sauntered in, finding a quiet spot at the end of the bar. The bartender recognized you, flashing you a smile as he put away the glass he was cleaning.

“The usual darling?”

“If you don’t mind, Jack.”

A pale ale with perfect foam sits in front of you seconds later, the bitter beverage giving you just a little boost in confidence to walk over to the table you were supposed to be sitting at. Two women wearing dark clothing sat tucked in the very back of the VIP section, talking to each other in hushed voices. There weren’t many people sitting in that area, and you noticed a certain look to the people who did.

They looked rich.

You caught Jack’s attention, drinking the last swig of beer before making a request that always made your core tingle.

“I’ll have what the one on the right at the end over there is having, baby.”

Jack smirks, grabbing a whiskey glass and a perfect cube of ice to make an old-fashioned.

“Another one of your victims, sweetheart?”

“We’ll see, we met at Manuela’s last week and had a great time.”

He throws a napkin down and sets the citrusy beverage right on it. The scent of bitters and orange peels brings back some fond memories of last week’s appointment and you can’t wait to see what those two came up with this week.

You stand and adjust your dress before grabbing your drink and walking over to the VIP area. The bouncer, Jorge, listened carefully to your little story about meeting with those two girls at the end of the hall. He nodded and smiled kindly before leaning in and whispering, “They’ve reserved the mirror room tonight.”

Your eyes lit up and your heart pounded in your chest. The mirror room was the best room this sex den/bar had to offer. Approval from the big boss herself was the only way to know and get access to the room. Having been a loyal patron of the bar and a treasured dancer at the club the owner also owned, you’ve heard of the room before, dreaming that one day a client would give you the chance to experience it once and for all.

Well that day was today.

With hands shaking and a sip of liquid courage to walk into the VIP area, your core throbbed with anticipation of what’s to come.

Their whispering stopped when you slid into the booth beside the heavily tattooed defender, fishing a cherry out of your glass and popping it into your mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you begin, daintily sipping your half-empty glass.

“Could say the same for you, princesa,” growls the much broader one that sat opposite you. Her lips smirked underneath her hood, piercing hazel eyes sending a shiver down your spine.

“Alexia and I were just talking about you,” María quips, stealing the toothpick out of your glass and eating the last cherry on it.

“Only good things, I hope,” you chuckle, watching as Alexia swished her cognac in her glass before taking a long sip.

“We were talking about how good of a fuck you were last week,” Alexia says, licking her lips as the gasoline-like liquid goes down her throat. María leans in, lips barely pressed against your earlobe.

“We were wondering if you’d be good if not better tonight, especially for what we’ve got planned.”

Her arm pulls you in close and she kisses you, the taste of her gin and tonic with your old-fashioned sent your head spinning, thighs parting when her strong hand slipped between them. You could already feel the ache in your cunt from her simple touches, when the thought of Alexia just sitting there and watching you two sends you even further into a spiral.

“The room is ready for you, ma’am,” a worker interrupts, causing María to pull away with a smirk on her face. Alexia slides out of the booth gracefully and you follow, thighs already sticking together as you walked up the stairs to the private suites.

Alexia holds the door open for you and you step inside, not knowing what to expect. Your jaw drops when María flips the lights on.

There are floor to ceiling mirrors along every wall of the room. Just above the bed there was a big mirror that gave anyone on the bed the perfect 360° view of anything going on anywhere. They were seamless and the lights made no shadows anywhere at all.

This was not what you thought the mirror room was. But boy were you excited to try everything it had to offer.  

“We’ve got it to ourselves for the night, why don’t you have a seat on the bed and we can get started hm?”

María walked over to the minibar and wine fridge, searching through the bottles for one she liked. You sat on the bed, waiting for more instructions. Alexia took her hood off and threw her long coat on the chair in the corner.

You watched in awe as she stripped off her clothing one by one, standing there in all her glory with the prettiest lace lingerie you’ve ever seen. María pulls you out of your daze with a glass of white wine, urging you to throw the sweet and sour beverage right down the hatch.

“Gotta warm you up somehow, princesa,” María encourages, swallowing all of her drink too. Alexia stands beside María, before grabbing her jaw to kiss her. They’re sloppy and noisy which only turns you on a lot more, hands itching to join in on the fun.

Alexia pulls away and grabs the bottle off the table, taking a long drag of wine before swallowing with a smile. She taps María’s cheek softly, before turning to you.

“Did you do what I asked, slut?”

You nod, standing up to take your dress off. It falls to the ground in a heap before you step out of it. Your skin shimmers from the light layer of sweat, eyes staring straight into Alexia’s as you walk towards her.

Her large, rough hands grab your waist when you get close and she smashes her lips on yours. Her hands knead and grab your flesh hungrily, large palms grabbing fistfuls of your ass before slipping between the cheeks.

There sat a bejeweled buttplug, still slightly wet all around from the abundant amount of lube you used. María’s slightly rougher hands slipped in behind you, her lips leaving little kisses all over your back. You kissed Alexia back hungrily, tongue fighting for dominance over the other. Alexia won, albeit with cheating, as she reached between your ass to play with the plug inside you.

You moan into her mouth just as she pulls away, a deep whine left in your throat. You’re about to beg for her to kiss you again but María beats you to it. Since they were much taller, they could easily reach each other over you. They kissed like you weren’t even there, Alexia’s hand cupping the back of María’s head.

They pull away and there’s a string of saliva that left with them, your pussy throbbing as you watched both of their tongues reeling it back in. You stand between them, skin hot and sweaty, thinking of all the ways this day could get any better.

María pulled you with her, a silk tie securing your arms behind your back. Another one slips across your mouth, your eyes darting over to Alexia, who sat on a bench at the foot of the bed with her legs spread wide. María held your hand and helped you kneel before Alexia, your eyes never leaving the Barca captain.

You watched as María stripped completely and turned to face you. She knelt with you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You leaned into her touch, breath tingling on her face. She kissed you and you fought hard to kiss back, the gag around your mouth proved to make it difficult for you to do so. But María didn’t care. She kissed and kissed and kissed, pulling away with a frown on her lips.

“Tsk, she’s not kissing me back, Ale. How rude of her,” María huffs, standing up and sitting in Alexia’s lap. Alexia’s hand comes around María’s waist and tightens its hold, eyes turning a possessive shade.

“That’s not a very nice thing to do, princesa,” Alexia reprimands, guiding María to sit across her thighs. María does, moaning slightly when Alexia’s hands grab fistfuls of her ass. You watch, arms aching slightly as you strain to pull away from your shackles. You whimper but get ignored, eyes filling with tears as you watch Alexia touch María exactly how she touched you that night.

“fuck princesa, love how you ride my cock baby.”

“yeah ale? you like watching me take your big cock hm?”

“Sí, es magnífico de ver”

Her hands grabbed your ass, kneading the flesh hard. She left one smack, then another, and another, and one more before grabbing your waist to hold you hip and fuck into you. You were seeing stars, eyes rolling deep and far into your head.

Your thighs shook, orgasm so close you could feel that tug behind your navel get stronger and stronger and stronger before the pull snapped.

María moaned, a grin spreading across her face as Alexia’s wet fingers filled her pussy. You watched as those same fingers that made you come endlessly that night made María’s eyes roll into her head too.

María cursed under her breath in Spanish, thighs riding Alexia’s fingers gently. The Zaragozan knew not to push her luck with the captain tonight, there was a certain buzz in the air that told both her and you that the captain was not to be tested tonight.

Alexia pushed three fingers deep into María to the webbing, her eyes held a dark, lustful gaze that both terrified you and made your cunt throb painfully. Your thighs were so wet and sticky, the scent of your arousal was obvious, you ground a little into the ground on your knees, the movement pushing the plug in your ass around just a touch.

Alexia had her lips wrapped around María tit when she caught a glimpse of you not paying attention. The fingers that were rubbing hard and fast on María’s sweet spot stopped. The latch she had on María’s tit loosened with a faint pop.

“Eyes up here, you whore.”

Your eyes dart over to the voice, fear washing over your face. Alexia stood and picked María up at the same time, throwing the defender onto the bed like she weighed nothing. María laid with her legs wide open, hands gripping the pristine sheets tight to keep herself from touching where she wasn’t supposed to.

Alexia towered over you, grabbing your arm to help you stand. She pulls you to the bench she was just sat in and gestured for you to kneel on it like you did on the floor. You gulped, looking at María in front of you who was smirking proudly as your eyes went over her legs, to her core, her stomach, her chest and finally glancing over her lips before making eyes contact with her.

She winked at you, the cheeky fucker that she was, which only made you feel more frustrated. Alexia left a soft kiss on your shoulder before joining María on the bed. She pulled the defender to face her, settling between her strong legs. The captain touched María gently, you noticed her eyes getting a little softer the longer she stared at her closest friend.

However, when María’s eyes darted to the sight of her in the mirror above them, Alexia turned back into her stoic self. It was like she had forgotten the mirrors and María had reminded her of them. Her head tilted to the left and up, a smirk growing on her face. Her gaze caught yours and you swore you were foaming at the mouth. Alexia pulled the silk tie from around your mouth and left it around your neck with plans to use it later on.  

“Enjoy the show, princesa.”

María didn’t have time to think about what was about to happen to her. Alexia, who had put on a strap somewhere between fingerfucking María and eyefucking you, pushed the head of the toy right into María’s slightly gaping pussy. María moaned but her eyes never left her reflection, hands reaching for Alexia’s thigh to hold on to. Alexia pounded right into María and you watched, the throbbing between your legs now insanely hard to ignore.

“Please Ale, please it hurts…”

Her hips never stopped moving as she looked over at you like you had asked for the weather.

“What hurts hm?”

An embarrassed blush came over you as you stuttered the words she wanted to hear.

“My pussy,” you whispered, knees sure to be bruised tomorrow.

“I’m sure María can do something about that.”

Alexia’s hips were still fucking into her hard as she helped you maneuver onto the bed, hands working quick to untie your arms. You straddle María’s face, taking a cheeky glance up at the mirror up top as well as the one that was behind Alexia.

Your brain had barely processed the sight of all the tattoos Alexia had on her back, as well as all the muscles that were hard at work fucking María, when her tongue lapped up at your soaking folds. Her tongue flicked over your clit and you could not form a sentence. Your jaw slacked and you held onto Alexia, who cooed at you adorably. Two of her fingers pushed themselves into your mouth and you gagged, eyes filling with tears as she forced your mouth closed and growled lowly for you to suck.

You do, tears falling down your cheeks as your suckled on her fingers and your hips ground down onto Mapi’s tongue. Alexia fucked Mapi with force, free hand kneading at your breasts.

“You getting close María?” she whispered, using Mapi’s real name humiliatingly, “Princesa?”

A muffled “Sí!” and begging nods from you, she increases her efforts to make her best friend come which spurs Mapi on to make you come.

The two of you come at the same time and you’re watching your expression the whole time in the mirror across from you, just like Mapi tried to in the one above her.

The room heats up and you climb off Mapi, kneeling beside her to kiss her pruning lips thankfully. You taste yourself on her tongue, moaning into her mouth before the silk tie around your neck is pulled on.

Alexia manhandles you to the mirror in the corner of the room, strap switched out for a new and slightly bigger one. She’s set the one she used on Mapi to the side, ready for when Mapi decides she wants round two.

But for now, Alexia focused her attention on you.

“The star of the show,” Alexia praised, hands caressing your clammy skin. She kissed along your shoulder as she stood behind you, nibbling gently on your skin.

Alexia reached around and fondled your breasts, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Her perfectly manicured nails framed your breasts, kneading them gently as they trailed down lower to your stomach, which tickled, and then to your hips and lower down your thighs. She knelt behind you, hands spanking your ass before spreading them. There sat the plug, looking a little hurt from being ignored. She pulled the metal thing out from you and moaned when it left a little gape, chucking it somewhere in the room.

You looked at María in the reflection of the mirror, mouth watering when you saw her lazily fingering herself. You were about to comment when a hot tongue pressed flat against your asshole. You keened just a little and reached back to cradle Alexia’s head, pushing your ass back into the feeling of her tongue lapping at your behind.

A hand snaked from between your legs to play with your folds, thick fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your head was spinning, until you heard moaning from your left.

There sat Mapi, riding the dildo while watching you and Alexia.

“You two look so fucking good together,” she praised, gently pushing herself up and down on the silicone. She played with her clit, leaning back on her arm.

“Doesn’t she eat ass so well? I always love when she does that.”

“You’re one to talk Mapi, when you know for a fact you’re the one with the oral fixation.”

“When you taste as good as you do, you tend to develop those things.”

Alexia chuckles, leaving one last lick along your puffy behind. She looks at you in the mirror, smiling kindly.

“Bend over for me?”

You nod, kneeling in front of the mirror for her. You arched your back and watched as she lubed up her strap and teased your pussy. Just before she pushed in, she smirked and made eye contact with you in the mirror again.

“Eyes up here, princesa.”  

You nod, thighs shaking a little as she slipped into you. You moaned, eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. You watched as her breasts rocked in her lingerie with each thrust, yours doing the same under you. Her hands grabbed the silk tie around your neck and she gently pulled, barely getting you off your hands on your fingertips.

The air in your lungs barely cut off, just enough to deprive you of oxygen ever so slowly. But you were obedient and your eyes never left staring into Alexia’s, a loud, long moan snaps you out of your haze when the sight of you delirious sends Mapi into her second orgasm of the night.

As she trembles from the intensity of her orgasm, lips unsure of whose name to moan, Alexia grabs your hips and begins to pound into you intensely. You’re barely getting oxygen back into your lungs when she knocks it all out again, cock pounding right into your sweet spot hard and fast.

She flicks her loose strands of hair out of her face before pulling your torso up against her chest. Her large hand wraps around your neck from behind as her hips never falter, the other slips between your legs to flick at your hard clit.

“Coming, princesa?” she teases, “getting close, sí?”

“Sí, Alexia, s-so fucking close,” you whimper, voice barely audible. Mapi crawls in front of you and sucks on your breasts, fondling them gently. She flicks her tongue of your hard nipples and rolls one between her fingers.

“She told me you looked so pretty the last time you came for her, princesa. Don’t you want to show me next?”

“Sí Mapi, w–wanna show you, wanna be good.”

“You wanna come on my cock, amor?”

“Please Alexia, please,”

The hand she had around your neck squeezed just a little tighter and the dam breaks. You go limp in her hold, Mapi catching you as Alexia pounded into you through your orgasm. You come for 40 seconds straight, muscles spasming hard between the two Spaniards.

You wake up the next morning in a warm bed, the smell of pancakes filled the room. You were cuddled into María’s side, the Zaragozan fast asleep. You chuckled softly at the sight of her sleeping, mouth slightly open as she snored.

You climb out of bed and pull a shirt you found on a chair on, shuffling towards the smell of chocolate melting and coffee brewing.

“That smells delicious.”

“It better, they’re my mother’s famous pancakes.”

Alexia puts a fresh pancake on a plate and hands it to you. You sit in front of her and eat it, groaning at the delicious, fluffy treat in your mouth.

“—¿Bien?”

“Better than.”

Just as you finished the pancake, she piled your plate with two more. You ate quietly, taking in your surroundings.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“We both want you here.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Mapi and I want you around on a more…permanent basis.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?”

“She has always terrible at things like this, princesa.”

Mapi emerges from the bedroom, seemingly awaken by the smell of chocolate too. She sits beside you and steals the bite you had made on your fork.

“But she’s right,” Mapi says quietly, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “What do you say?”

[covetyou]

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Teen (18+ only blog!) warnings: drunk Joel, soft possessive Joel, lovesick Joel, wingman Tommy, fluff, idiots in love and in denial word count: 1.8k summary: A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into - sounds you'd dreamed about in the months since meeting Joel Miller. This time, as you creep down the stairs to come face-to-face with your intruder, you can be certain it's not a man decked out in plush red velvet.

A/N: happy birthday to Joel Miller, happy TLOU day to us, and, most importantly, happy GOD DAMN IT ARE YOU CLOSE TO SAYING YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YET day to these two babies.

I'll be back with more dress up!Joel in 5 weeks 💛

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A familiar sound wakes you from the soft slumber you'd not long fallen into. The click of a door. The woosh of your house decompressing. Muffled footsteps. They were sounds that your own ears hadn't heard in months, and yet ones you'd heard a hundred times over in your dreams since that first day you met Joel, decked out in plush red velvet in front of your Christmas tree.

It's why, when you fully come to and pull yourself up onto your elbows, you find yourself blinking in confusion in the dark. Dreams and reality are tricky things to figure out when you're on the precipice of both. And, while the sound of foreign footsteps on your living room floor was something you dreamed about - fantasized about - a feeling of unease is quickly creeping up your spine the longer you listen to the hushed tones coming from downstairs.

Whatever - whoever - it is, isn't even trying to be discreet, not by the way your door suddenly slams and something rattles against the wall.

You don't even try to be discreet either, jumping from your bed and stomping over to the door. It's stupid, maybe. Probably.

Almost definitely.

The first time may have worked out well for you by creeping down to find Joel in your house, but that didn't mean any other break-in was going to go as well for you. Now, all these months later, you didn't even have your old umbrella to arm yourself with as you throw open the door and fly downstairs, hoping the element of surprise will save you.

Slamming your hand against the wall, you drench your living room in artificial light so suddenly your eyes can barely adjust before you're screaming out into the room in a feeble attempt to scare off your intruders.

"Get ou- what the fuck?!"

"Jesu-"

"Fu-"

The scene in front of you is a mess. Mail you'd left on your coffee table earlier is strewn all over the floor, your bowl of knick-knacks over turned in the middle, and two of your sofa cushions dumped onto the floor.

Most baffling of all are the people in the room. You know them. Of course you do. Who else would it be. Joel Miller is stood - or rather, he's being propped up - in your living room, gripping onto his brother as he desperately tries to keep his legs beneath him.

"Tommy? Joel? What the fuck are you two doing here?"

Joel, who by now has caught the sound of your voice, has stopped trying to keep himself upright, and is instead staring dozily at you, a lopsided smile spreading across his face. Tommy, meanwhile, is now taking almost the full weight of his older brother, and suffering for it, barely keeping his own legs from buckling as grunts and groans.

"I dropped him home but he - shit man you're heavy, stop it - he kept wanderin' this way. Kept askin' about a goodnight kiss. Told him I'd give 'im one but -"

"Hi," Joel cuts in suddenly, slurring around the simple greeting as he moves toward you despite Tommy's protests.

"Joel," you say in warning, as the broad man stumbles toward you on drunken feet.

In response, he raises a single finger, clearly much slower than he intended to, and the smile on his face spreads even wider.

"No."

"No? What? Joel, look I think you sho-"

"Birthday Joel. 'm Birthday Joel," he grins, and you can't help but supress a laugh. This is maybe his most lackluster costume yet. He has a crumpled party hat on and the same clothes you saw him leave in earlier this evening, and it makes you wonder how long he's been keeping that one in tonight - whether he told his friends the same thing down at the bar, or if he'd been holding it back just to tell you. By the proud look on his face, and Tommy's confusion, you suspect the latter.

"Hey there, Birthday Joel," you say with a soft smile. "Now, what're you doing over here and not at your own place? It's late, Joel. I said I'd see you in a couple of days -"

"Birthday Joel deserves a birthday kiss."

You raise your eyebrow at him, stopping his stumbled wobble in its tracks. "Deserves?"

"Wants. I jus' - I jus' wanted to kiss you," he breathes, looking down at your mouth with another smile so soft your breath leaves you in a quiver as you try not to embarrass yourself by letting loose the bubble of affection sitting in your belly.

Naturally, you'd given Birthday Joel plenty of kisses earlier today - a day that technically wasn't even his birthday yet - before Tommy came to pick him up. You'd given him so many kisses he was almost late out the door to his own birthday drinks. Tommy had rolled his eyes then just as he is now, slapping his brother on the back and steadying him all in one move.

"Told you, man," Tommy says. "She wouldn't 'ppreciate bein' woken up just to kiss your ugly ass."

Tommy winks at you, and tries to manouvere Joel toward the door, but Joel, somehow speedy despite his drunkenness, manages to round back to you, arms spread and ready to envelope you in a hug before he stops himself and instead delicately grabs your hands.

"Jus'... Jus' missed you," he hiccups. "Missed - missed my girls."

"Okay, Prince Charmin', I'm tired, you're drunk, we all gotta sleep, let's go."

"Tommy?" you say, letting Joel's thumbs caress the back of your hands as he holds them, refusing to let go even as Tommy tries, and fails, to tug him toward the door once more. "I can drop him home, if you wanna get goin'?"

For a second, it looks like Tommy's ready to object, determined to get his brother back home and in bed, just like he promised. But then he looks at his brother, and the lovesick look on his face, and decides to leave well enough alone.

"I'll see you at dinner tomorrow," he says to Joel. "Sarah's bein' dropped off at-"

"At ten, I know," he slurs. "Miss her. Missed you. My girls."

After a minute of prising your hands out of Joel's, you see Tommy out, walking with him to your door. The spare house key you'd entrusted to Joel months ago is deposited safely into your hand, before he wishes you luck with the birthday boy, and jogs the short distance through the darkness to his truck and zips away into the night. Joel, who you'd left unattended for all of two minutes, has already taken it upon himself to flop down onto your couch, and is fighting a losing battle with his drooping head as you approach.

"C'mere," he mumbles with a wobble to his head, hands making a reach for you.

"You're still after that kiss, huh?"

"Uh-huh," he says, grinning again as you hinge, bringing your face close to his.

His eyes flutter closed before you even close the distance, pressing soft kisses to the corners of his smiling mouth, before pressing a softer, lingering kiss to his lips.

"That good enough for you, Birthday Joel?" you whisper.

"Mm. S'good. Missed you."

"You've said that already."

"S'true."

"I'm gonna get you some water, sober you up a bit before I get you home."

Joel is asleep on his side, legs pulled up onto the couch, when you come back with water. You doubted you'd get him home tonight, with the state he's in, but you were at least hoping to get him upstairs and into bed, where he could better sleep off whatever demons were coming for him in the morning. As he starts to snore, face pressed into the couch cushion, you're suddenly very grateful that he won't make it up the stairs.

You tidy up the small tornado of mess that's torn through your living room. Mail is picked up and put where you should've left it in the first place, the bowl is righted and its contents replaced, the cushions are shoved back on the couch. Assessing the man himself, you soon realise there's no way you're getting him comfortable without waking him, so you prod his side, waiting until he wakes before whispering gently to him.

"Joel? Let me get this shit off you," you say, tugging at his shoes.

For all his drunkenness, he does try to help. He fumbles with his belt buckle, getting it halfway undone before his frustrated grunts turn to curses, and your hands replace his. In no time his belt is off, and he's kicking off his pants, reaching for you and dragging you to sit beside him again.

"Joel, you're drunk, we're not playing -"

"Jus' a kiss," he asks, tapping his cheek with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

It's impossible not to give in, or smile too as you press your lips to his cheek and he hums softly, already letting sleep claw back at him.

"'Nother one," he says, as his eyes droop.

"You're drunk, Joel. You should sleep."

"Not Drunk Joel - Birthday Joel," he mumbles, with a sleepy smile as you pull off his crumpled birthday hat and toss it aside.

"Then get some sleep, Birthday Joel."

You stand, your weight shifting off the couch and jostling Joel, his head already so heavy with sleep it wobbles to the side. His hand still finds yours though - pulling you to a stop as you try to creep back upstairs.

"Come to dinner? Tomorrow? Come meet Sarah," he asks, brave with sleep. "Want - both m'girls there."

He'd hesitated asking you all week. You could tell by the way he stumbled over the words each time he explained his birthday plans - bar with the boys the night before, dinner and a movie with Sarah and Tommy on the big day. The lengthy pauses had been filled with an invitation he could never quite get out, and you didn't want to fill in the blanks yourself.

He's dozing, already mostly asleep, by the time you can even answer him. So, instead you stroke softly at his hair, watching as his whole body suddenly gives in to sleep, giving him a final kiss on his cheek, and whispering in his ear;

"Ask me again in the morning, Birthday Joel. Ask me then, and I'll say yes."

In the morning, when you're both sipping coffee and Joel is nursing a hangover the likes of which he's never seen, you don't expect him to keep to words he was too tired to hear. But, he does, not meeting your eye as the words he was never brave enough to say until last night come spilling out once more.

And, just like you said you would, you say yes.

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World~"

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Part 14: Danrishy @danrishy-ava

Part 15: Marsh @marshmallowart

Part 16: Lara Prisma @lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog

Part 17: Jack What-Stasis @what-stasis

Part 18: KikoQueenoftheRats @kikoqueenofrats

Part 19: dazeyyt [Youtube]

Part 21 & 33: Maechery @maechery

Part 22: Ghosty [Youtube]

Part 24: Reptilia @reptilia0freptiles

Part 26: FireflyFlareNight @fireflyflarenight

Part 27: Ella @ellathebirb

Part 28: Celentinel [Youtube]

Part 29: Ravienski [Youtube]

Part 30: Wxlfy @wolfydoesstuff

Part 31: Oaks @veryoaki

Part 32: Sabre @sabretoothedhorse @ohhhsosleepy

Part 34: Flanik @flanik

Part 35: Theo/Purple @cindersnows

Part 36: Yumesz [carrd]

Part 37: Jadeactuallysucks @jadeactuallysucks

Part 38: Storge @storgicdealer

Outro: Allu @allunary (w/ bkgs help from NivousNiv)

Thumbnail Credits:

Victim: NivousNiv

Purple: Maechery

King: Lara Prisma

Dark: FireflyFlareNight

Background: Sammy8D257

[spicyspiders]

Can you please do a gambit x male reader where the reader works with erik but he sneaks around with remy, it's after a misson where the xmen went and fought erik and him.

Anyways, Remy finds reader on a rooftop and it ends up leading to sex (It doesn't have to be on the roof 😭) Any kinks really :)) But i would like if you could add degrading (Gambit degrading reader) you can add anything else you see fit!!

This is a lot more angsty than I thought I would write. Warning for small depictions of injury and rough sex. There's only light degradation. I wasn't really sure how to incorporate it into this when I started writing, but I hope you still like it.

You snuck away under the shadows, holding your arm to your chest. You knew of the perfect location that’d give you enough cover to lick your wounds before The Brotherhood came looking for you. 

Another piece of your heart broke each time you had to face off against Gambit, as well as the other X-Men. The way he and the other mutants would look at you felt like a magnet trying to pull you to them. It was another reason why you needed time alone to pull yourself back together and get yourself back on the path of those you believed in. 

It was easy enough to find a building to hide away in. Sometimes, you wondered if there would be a day you would run out, but as long as the two groups fought, the destruction of their battles would show throughout the city. 

You were careful to cover your tracks and make sure you weren’t followed, but you had no way to control if another person already occupied the space. It was easy enough to scare them away, especially if they were human, but it was much more difficult if it was another mutant. 

The sigh you let out rattled your tired body when you saw Remy. He leaned against a wall, nearly covered by the darkness which surrounded him. What shone through the moonlight cast through one of the destroyed walls was his eyes, nearly black from dilation. 

He looked just as tired as you felt if his body language was anything to go by, resting all of his weight on the wall. His eyes looked tired, but upon closer inspection when he pushed himself off the wall and began walking closer, they filled with anger. 

You didn’t want to start another fight, but couldn't ignore the adrenaline that shot through your veins. It was too dark to see what Remy tossed to the ground near your feet, but you didn’t have any time to check before Remy pushed you onto the wall behind you. 

You let out a hiss of pain when he held you to the wall by your shoulders. His hands held you tight enough to stimulate the bruises from the battle you had just left. Momentarily, Remy’s eyes were full of concern, but a second later looked upon you angrily. 

“Why do you make me do this, cher?” Remy asked, as he pulled your clothes off, his voice full of anguish as more and more cuts, scrapes, and bruises revealed themselves to his eyes. 

You didn’t know the exact number, or who exactly gave them to you, but with the way Remy was looking at you, it seemed like he thought they were all because of him. 

Naked from the torso up, Remy pulled you into a fiery kiss, like he was trying to put all that he was feeling into it. “Why do you make me hurt you?” He asked when he pulled away. He runs his hands down your back, paying close attention to what spots made you gasp and hiss in pain. He looked at you with cold eyes as he pushed his fingers into the spots once he’s found them, making you wither against the wall in pain. 

“Remy,” you gasped, moaning when he put a thigh between your legs, right against your hardening cock, “please,” you said, as you both pushed at his shoulders and rolled your hips into his thigh.     

“Please?” Remy yelled, “please what? Stop? This could all stop,” he growled as he flipped you around to press your body to the rough concrete. He got to work with your pants, his fingers glowed a muted pink, like he was going to burn the clothing off. 

You felt his touch on your bare hip bones before Remy bit into the skin of your neck. His moist breath puffed against your skin as he pulled your pants down just enough that your ass was exposed to the cool night air. 

The pain on your hip bones started to fade once Remy pulled away, the crinkle of the bag Remy brought filled your ears as he riffled through it. 

“You’re an imbecile, mon cher,” Remy whispered into your ear before you heard the sound of a cap opening, “joining him,” he said as he pushed a slick finger inside, “believing in him,” he said as he pushed in another finger. 

You hissed around the intrusion. Remy wasn’t usually this rough. Sure, there were moments where you rushed to get to the main event, but Remy always made sure you were thoroughly prepared. Annoyingly so, at times, leaving you eager and impatient. 

His fingers scissored your walls, preparing your body for the cock you felt at the small of your back. You let out a moan when his fingers brushed your prostate, your cheek against the concrete. 

“Worshiping him,” Remy said, his fingers relentless as they pressed against your prostate. “That man. That–” his words fell off with an angry noise as he pulled his fingers roughly from your hole. 

“Oh!” You cried out, startled at the sudden movement, “oh,” you repeated when you then felt the head of his slicked-up cock breach your hole. 

Remy bottomed out in one steady thrust, forcing your body to adjust to the thick intrusion. Once inside, Remy slowed down and loosened up, his grip on your body going soft. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and pressed his chest flush with your back, the stubble on his jaw scratching the back of your neck. 

Remy’s lips moved as he murmured words into the back of your neck, low enough that you couldn’t hear, and soft enough that couldn’t follow the movement of his lips. Your moment of tenderness was soon over when his lips stopped, his mouth opening to instead bite into the skin he had spoken the words into. 

You clenched down around his cock at the pinprick of pain his teeth caused, the man behind you moaning at the stimulation to his cock. 

Save for his hips on your ass, Remy kept your body connected as he pulled his cock free before quickly making its way back inside. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the open space, as well as the sounds of pleasure that fell from both of your lips. 

The sounds grew louder when Remy moved his hands down to your hips to grip tightly onto your hips, helping him drive in harder. 

It was new for Remy to be so focused on his own pleasure. His hands usually were all over your body, mapping out the skin he has touched many times before already. Your cock hung heavy and neglected between your legs, longing for the touch of Remy’s hand. 

You held your body up with one of your hands against the wall, the other going between your legs. Already close, your body eager to finally over edge so you could rest and end such a long day, it only took a few tugs for your cock to splatter white ropes against the wall. 

Remy came with a shout, fucking his cock back inside one last time. His moans become muffled when Remy falls forward to rest his weight against your body, the sounds vibrating your skin. His body shook through the aftershocks, his moans falling through gritted teeth. 

You braced both hands on the wall when you felt Remy shift, knowing that he was about to pull out. You whimpered when he pulled his softening cock free, your throat tight. 

Remy’s hand lingered on your hip, right where the new bruises would be. You rested your forehead against the wall as Remy stepped away, trying to will away the burning you felt steadily rising behind your eyes. 

You jumped at the feel of his hands pulling up your pants. You waited for a few moments to see if he was going to help put on your shirt as well, but instead, Remy guided your body into the corner of the room that was brightest under the moonlight. 

You kept your eyes on the floor as you heard the bag crinkle once more. The bag sounded full and hefty when he sat it down beside where you sat, no doubt all stolen from Beast. 

He cleaned you as best as he could, making soft noises at the ones of pain you let out as he cleaned your cuts. Once he finally put it on, your shirt felt tacky and sticky against your upper chest where Remy had used too much ointment and not enough bandages, your body heavy with exhaustion. 

Your body fell into his arms, into the arms of your enemy. “You are stupid, mon cher,” Remy said softly, his arms tightly around your body, “for following that man,” he said, going silent as he ran his hands up and down your back, “but I love you,” he said sadly. 

Remy pulled away first, lifting one of your hands to his lips, “you have my whole heart,” he said. 

You looked up, finally meeting Remy’s eyes, wet with unhushed tears. Before he left, Remy pressed his lips softly to yours before he left the broken building. You watched his retreating back until it was gone from your sight, the card Remy left in your hand heavy as your heart felt in your chest.

[byte-your-tongue]

Sebastian Solace x Crybaby!Reader

(Platonic, GN Reader)

AN: This is actually a repost from my main blog. But i edited it to be more general rather than selfship writing! I haven't written anything that wasn't basic headcanons in a LONG time. So please excuse the first couple ones i do being bad lol.

TW: Blood, gore, violence, vomit, descriptions of injuries, constant talk of an impending death (that doesn't actually happen.)

Run.

That was the only thought coursing through your mind at the moment as you were chased through the halls of the abandoned facility.

You weren't even sure if anything was following you anymore, but your adrenaline fueled brain kept screaming at you to keep moving. And that was where your first mistake lie. You were so caught up in keeping an eye out for flickering lights and sparks coming off fake doors you forgot to pay attention to your other senses.

You couldn't hear anything over your own loud footsteps and heavy breathing, failing to notice the tell tale sign of a wall dweller sneaking up on you until it was nearly too late. You whipped your head around just as the creature struck, scaring it off in the same moment it lunged for your legs.

You let out a loud yelp and stumbled, but refused to break eye contact with the fleeing monster until it was fully gone. And even then you lay on the floor for a minute longer, making sure it wasn't faking its retreat. But when You finally went to pick yourself off the ground your right knee buckled from the injury inflicted by the wall dweller.

Just as you sat down to assess your injuries all the lights in the room flickered, an ominous warning of the Angler approaching. You ground your teeth through the pain and dragged yourself into the nearest locker, slamming the door shut right as the monstrosity roared past.

'Goddammit! I really can't catch a break this time, huh?'

You grimaced as you slowly opened the locker door, switching on your only light source you had managed to find so far: a lantern with half the batteries drained already. It was more likely to anger squiddles, but even after who knows how many failed attempts to retrieve this stupid crystal you still hadn't gotten over your crippling fear of the dark. If anything it's gotten worse during your time down here.

And so you limped along, praying they would be out of this stretch of dark rooms before your light source died out. As you entered through the next door you noted the number: 42. That was important for one reason: Sebastian's shop. Sebastian prefered to hang out further from the entrance that your fellow "expendables" used. Sebastian didn't want to get caught by anyone important enough to pose a real threat, and he wanted to give people time to actually collect enough research to make it worth his effort.

But none of that was important to you right now. At the moment the only thing you cared about was purchasing a med kit and fixing your leg up.

And so you continued limping along, hoping that you would soon hear Sebastian calling out to them.

As you opened the next room, it was finally bright enough to turn off your lantern. It was a long hallway with tall glass windows looking out into the ocean. You moved closer to one, admiring and fearing the inky abyss that stretched seemingly endlessly in every direction.

Your thoughts were cut off abruptly when Eyefestation quickly swam up to the glass, invading your mind with whispers and shouts in a million different voices. You doubled over from the physical and mental assault, vomiting and scrunching his eyes closed.

You slowly crawled along the floor, pain searing through your head, feeling around for the exit with your hands. As your faintly heard the hiss of a door opening the pressure in your mind finally retreated.

Your were definitely worse for wear now. You were nauseous, bleeding, had a splitting headache, had nearly no supplies, and were unable to do anything other than pathetically crawl onwards.

You was convinced you was going to die down here.

Again.

But just a few doors later you heard a quiet voice hiss out at him:

"Hey, over here!"

Sebastian.

Safety.

You quickly located the vent and clawed weakly at the covering, finally getting it loose with a grunt. You dragged yourself through the tight space as you felt your vision dimming.

It was all you could do to finally get into the meager shop before you collapsed fully, your mind and vision going dark as you drifted away into unconciousness. The last thing you heard was a surprisingly panicked shout from Sebastian.

'Ah. He actually cares about me?'

It was the last though you could muster up before finally fully passing out.

...

...

...

It was merely 20 minutes later when you finally awoke, groaning in pain and taking note that your injuries were now bandaged. You looked up to see Sebastian. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, his brow furrowed and the tip of his tail nervously swishing from side to side. As soon as he realized you were awake he perked up and slithered over to you.

"Are you feeling ok? You aren't concussed, right? I bandaged you up and gave you some painkillers, but you really shouldn't take them on an empty stomach so let me know if you have eaten recently."

"Ah..." You slurred your words somewhat, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "I don't think I got and injuries on my head, so no concussion. And I haven't eaten. How much for some food? And how much do i owe you for the medkit? I don't have that much research on me right now..." You trailed off as you saw Sebastian face shift to annoyance.

"Are you serious?" Sebastian's voice raised and he looked offended. "Do you really think i'd charge you for something like this? How little do you think of me?"

"Oh....." You looked down in embarrassment. "I don't know i just.... i mean i consider you a friend. You're the only safety i have down here and you let me rest in your shop and-" You cut yourself off. "But... but i thought you didn't like me. I thought i was an annoyance..."

You looked down with a sad look on your face as you continued in a small voice:

"I thought.... I thought i was just another expendable to you..."

Sebastian's face was sometimes hard to read, but the look of hurt he wore at that moment was clear as day.

"Y/N...."

'That's the first time he's said my name so softly...'

Sebastian cleared his throat before continuing awkwardly. "I know that... I am not always the most pleasant person to be around. But... I want you to know.. that.. out of everyone down here.. you are someone who i do truly appreciate."

You were stunned for a second. You had only ever heard sebastian either insult you or try to sell you something. The refreshing honesty and compassion in his tone was something you took a second to savor before you finally realized you should respond.

"Sebastian... I'm so glad you like me. I'm so glad you wanna be my friend. It honestly makes me so happy.... I- I-" You trailed off with tears in your eyes. A common sight yet one that managed to shock Sebastian this time around.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't go crying after i just said i appreciate you! Do you really not wanna be my friend that bad!" Sebastian panicked, reaching an arm down to comfort you.

You laughed, your tears starting to dry up as fast as they started. "Noooo! You already said you like me!! You can't take it back now!"

Sebastian playfully jabbed at you with one of his much larger hands. "You're damn right! You're stuck with me now whether you like it or not!" He gave a smile full of sharp teeth, one that used to scare you but was now a comfort to see.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while until you finally broke it.

"Hey... if we're friends now can you tell Painter to stop trying to kill me?"

"Hahaha... I think you'll have to take that one up with Painter yourself."

...

"Dammit...."

[krispdreemurr]

ant dueler

[so ive talked now and again about my ideas for a poncho kris/"kris in Undertale as the leader of the human mages that seal monsterkind" game with the title ant dueler. this is a hypothetical moment from near the end of that game. i... hope that's enough context but]

You had told them that you needed to pray.

Your loyal seven, quick to hearken to your every word, however mundane, however senseless, however cruel, had listened, of course. None of them had looked at you, not directly. None of them had said a word.

(Once, maybe, it would have been different. But that was a long time ago.)

And now it is you alone in your tent.

Except, of course, for when you remove yourself from your-their-chest, tearing apart the illusion, leaving you and them again.

Usually, they would put you carefully in the cage they hang from the top of the tent. Almost reverent, almost gentle. (Still careful to make sure the door closed).

This time, they just hold you, gaze fixed on you through their bangs.

"I..." they start, then cough. Their voice is hoarser each time they speak alone. Their lungs weaker. Something in them is giving out. Still, they rally, resume. "I wish I knew how to say this so you'd hear it."

You wait, patient and still.

"Tomorrow, I am sure, is the day." A weak laugh. "This mountain. This cave. I know a little of what you plan, but I still can't... can't fully believe it. And maybe I'm wrong. Maybe tomorrow the order will go out to lay down our weapons and walk empty-handed to our judgement. Maybe we will fall on them, metal against dust, and it will... they'll..."

They trail off. Their grip tightens an inch.

"The Angel's chosen. The Lightbearer. But I didn't understand for so long what I was bearing with me. I thought of you as... a gift, a guide. Something on our side. Something on all sides. Something with answers, a plan. Something that..." They utter a bark of laughter. "Something that could care."

Silence. The red light against the dark canvas. Their gaze.

"It isn't even that you hate them," they say, barely a whisper. "It isn't that you hate me. It's just... It's like a child finding two anthills too close together and stirring them into a duel to see the results. Choosing a favorite at a whim to aid with their clumsy steps. Leaving both half-destroyed, half-broken... And, and then just leaving at the call to dinner."

The grip tightens again. You beat against their hand, steady, unchanging.

"I wish you hated us," they say hoarsely. "I wish you hated me like I hate you. But you will walk away, and I will lay broken in the dirt, and that will be it."

A deep breath.

"Just... Let me be done, after this. Let us all be done. That's all. That's my final prayer to you. When this ends--move on, and never return."

No answer comes.

After a long time, they let go.

When morning comes, you emerge from the tent, into the dawn, and the mountain shines against the sun.

[balo-badartist]

HFDOSN OMG YOUR ART IS SO LOVELY!!

I was wondering if you have any tips to rendering or the way you pick colours?? It's something I struggle with and yours are so vibrant and full of life!

HII I’m actually so happy to answer ur question! I work at the studio I took art classes at to help highschool kids learn the basics to art, so I love teaching a bit of art!!

Mind you, I’m still a younger artist, and I still have a lot to learn. And this is only talking about my style and my tastes! Make sure to look at how the true masters do it too! (My favorite master artists are Redum4, Octahooves, and Matchach on Twitter)

When it comes to rendering, values, and color, it’s all about balance and contrast.

For rending, (at least for my style) it’s all about lost and found edges. Balancing lost edges vs soft edges. Smooth vs textured, harsh vs porcelain.

In my style, I see rendering as a way to convey character and mood. Lost edges equals softness and grace. Found edges equals harshness and severity.

I utilize lost and found edges in this way! In other words, if you ignore balance (such as utilizing many found edges and hardly any lost edges) then give it a narrative/mood reason, I say! :3

But in terms of the basics, lost edges means a smooth surface, a smooth transition from light to dark (or transition of color). While found edges suggests a harsh transition from light to dark. ALSO and probably most importantly when it comes to edges in rendering: Found edges reels the eye in, creating focus. Lost edges typically lose the eye, creating a rest for our eyes. It’s important to balance them for these reasons too!

For colors, it’s all about THE GRAYS. (Ironically enough!) The basics of my coloring method can be described via this sphere:

Basically, a highly saturated color can only have its high saturation in the spotlight BECAUSE the gray tones make it pop by giving the eyes a break period saturation wise. All about contrast!

As you can see, I differentiate the colors and saturations by values. My shadows are deeply saturated, typically warm. (It’s more typical to make the lighter area warm and the shadows cool! But I find that vibrancy comes easier if you desaturated the light, make it colder, and really PUMP UP the saturation and heat in the shadows.) And the areas lit up are typically cooler and have hints of gray in them! This is great for conveying strong direct light (which is typical in my style), and it makes it look as if the light is so powerful it seeps through their skin. You can see how I do this in some of my work, I typically exaggerate these qualities in skin!

You can also do this especially well for skin with melanin!

This also works especially well digitally, because saturation and value works in tangent in the color square! Pure white has no saturation, and the more saturation you add to pure white (the further right you go on the color square) the more value you get.

The use of grays are the most important thing when it comes to vibrancy, in my opinion! Too much saturation is, well, too much. Again, you can disregard this rule if you have a reason for it. Such as a high energy mood or overstimulation you’re trying to convey! Or desaturated to convey coldness, stillness, etc.

Anyways, I hope this made sense! (And sorry about it being more of an info dump than tip-giving >w<) If anyone wants clarification on anything, feel free to ask me in the comments! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[duskier]

Invisible man but it's toxic Ghoap x reader ...

cw: this is literally just ghoap mentally torturing reader and there are mentions of them intending to kill the reader 🫶

Them having access to fictional sounding levels of military technology and getting two suits of their own that allow them to go completely invisible- suits designed to even erase their shadows via a complex system of reflections and lights.

Of course, you're the first thing to come to mind when they put them on. You were their favorite barista at a café close to base. You probably didn't remember them out of your sea of regulars, but they never stopped thinking about you, a mutual fixation on you blooming between them. They start out small, breaking and entering in the middle of the night. Unplugging your phone from the charger so you wake up without an alarm, the battery long dead. Turning off power to your fridge and leaving the doors open, the food spoiled by the time you wake up.

The best part of the suits is they get to stick around and watch your devastation. Scrambling out of bed with a panicked, half asleep noise, putting on the first set of work clothes you can find. Soap leaning against your fridge so he can get a full look at your face as it crumples at the sight, your vegetables wilted and your meat already smelling.

Ghost takes it a step further after nights of keeping you awake with strange knocks around the house or precious items crashing to the floor. Soap has to bite his lip to keep from giggling as they take turns whispering your name in the night. They wait a few minutes between while they watch you peer into the dark, breath shaking in your chest in fear. You look so adorable with your eyes wide and darting about, like a pretty little thing of prey in your thin tank top and comfy panties. Like you're just waiting to be eaten.

Ghost brushes by Soap, hands reaching out purposefully to give his hand a squeeze. A silent command to stay. Soap is left waiting with you, continuing to admire how vulnerable you look. All it does is leave his cock swelling in the pants, fantasizing about ways he could get you to make that pretty frightened face for him more directly. Soap couldn't wait to get his hands on you, make you feel real weakness under his grip. They weren't going to fuck with you forever, this was just them playing with their food. A sort of foreplay. He wonders if you'd cry, if you'd beg for your life. Or would you try and play along, in hopes they'd spare you? Would you try to fight back, could you maybe land a blow on him? Soap palms himself quietly, careful to not let your now focused hearing catch him in the act. He really hopes you can split his lip or something, leave a scar to remember you by.

The both of you startle as suddenly you hear Ghost bellowing your name from somewhere on the first floor. His voice is so loud, so angry, it barely sounds human and is left ringing in your ears for a full minute after. You're paralyzed with fear, hyperventilating now. Before you could snap out of it and reach for your phone, you screamed at the feeling of a hand gripping your ankle and yanking you to the foot of the bed.

There was nothing and no one there. Even in the limited light you could tell that you were alone. This must have been a break in your psyche, you reassured yourself, just because you haven't been sleeping well and things have been going wrong in the house. No matter how you reassure yourself, you still creep down the stairs to look around for any signs of intrusion.

Every step, you pause and listen around for something, anything. Maybe a bear broke into your house for food or a thief was rooting through your office for your safe box. Maybe it was something as small and harmless as mice knocking over furniture. Every second feels like an eternity, your heart racing in your throat.

"Hello? I know there's someone here. Just leave, and I won't call the cops."

Ghost sneers at you behind the suit. What a stupid thing for you to do and say. He considers jumping the gun, ruining the mystery by revealing himself and teaching you a lesson. Soap inadvertently stops him, setting off your security alarm.

The high pitched alarm rang out, making you wince and cover your ears. Your house phone starts ringing, you scramble to pick it up. Backing yourself up against your living room wall to stare wide eyed into the darkness.

"Knight Security. Please provide your security code." The voice on the line said. The man sounded calm, kind, certain. It somehow helped to make you focus, take a deep breath. Probably why the guy worked there.

"CL-NG-8675."

"Alright, got you. The alarms were tripped at your property. Everything alright?"

Was everything alright? Now talking to another living being, you weren't so sure. You tried to put everything you were experiencing into words but found you sounded incredibly silly... or one foot into a mental break.

"...Yeah, I'm alright."

"That's good. I'll get those sirens turned off for you and call off emergency services. Now, procedure does require me to have you walk through all possible entrances and exits in the home just to verify security. Would you mind checking the front door, love?"

Blissfully, the alarm turned off. The ear piercing sound finally gone, you let out a sigh of relief. The handsome voice on the phone asked you to check the front door, so you did. Confirmed it was locked and secure, just as you left it before bed.

He had you do the same with your garage door, the side door to the yard, and the back door.

"Perfect. You did a great job. Best customer of the night, if I may say," You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Why, thank you. You may," You quipped back, smiling to yourself in the darkness of the living room.

The man on the phone sounded like he was going to say goodbye, but he paused and made a small sound. "Oh! Before I let you go, I have one more question I have to add to the report."

"Of course, anything," You say, eager to please now that your heart had stopped racing.

"Are you alone in the home?"

Your response was immediate. "Yes."

The line went silent for a few beats. "...Are you sure?"

You could still hear the smile in his voice, but these words were spoken softly, dangerously.

"...What?"

"Turn around."

[salem-family]

🔥 Cry for Salvation: Salem and His Family in the Heart of Hell 💔🍉🕊🇵🇸

I am Salem, 27 years old, from Gaza. My life used to be simple, full of hope and ambition. After graduating from university, I dreamed of becoming an electrical engineer, but harsh circumstances forced me to migrate before the war broke out. 🏚️ My dreams were shattered under the fire of bombardment, and now I live far from my family, in a camp on the shores of Greece, facing darkness from every side. 🏝️

After graduation, I faced a harsh reality: the lack of job opportunities pushed me to find any way to earn a living, so I was forced to work in a sanitary ware factory. 🏭 This job was far from my dream, but I had to support my family. However, in a tragic moment, I suffered a severe injury to my leg, leaving me 85% disabled, and robbing me of the ability to work and provide for my family.

My family, whom I left behind, is now living a daily nightmare. After being displaced from northern Gaza, they were crowded into a school 🏫 turned into a shelter for the displaced, where five families are crammed into one classroom, after our home was completely destroyed under heavy bombing. No privacy, no hope, and with every passing moment, tension and fear grow. 🏘️

My mother, who suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure 💉, endures without treatment, and my father, who was once our support, has become immobile, unable to move. Whenever I speak to them, I see despair in their eyes, as if they are waiting for a tragic end.

I am here asking for your help, as I am unable to save them on my own. I migrated in search of treatment for myself and to help my family improve their circumstances, but the road remains difficult.

The goal of this campaign is to help them migrate from this nightmare to a place that offers them safety and dignity. 🇵🇸

Your donation is not just financial aid—it's a lifeline for my family, a chance to escape this hell. 🙏**

Don't wait for tomorrow. Donate now, because every passing second adds to their suffering. You are the hope that can save my family. 🚨 Every dirham, every dinar, every dollar means the difference between life and death.

Be the light in the darkness, donate now, and give my family a chance to live with dignity once again. 🕊️💔

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[lesbikaiser]

lkahgilf heyyyy, was wondering if you could write smth kinda freaky with shidou and a trans guy reader ? its ok if not !! praise kink would be nice :) but also feel free to like go wild with it idk i just need more trans rep in bllk fics

it's boypussy thursday are you boypussying 🫵🏻

im still recovering from my last shidou post so im sorry if this is too short :( also i took so long to post it omg but i hope you like it just as much as ive enjoyed writing ><

first time im giving a pussy pronouns and it's he/him im so happy omg!

IN MY HEAD shidou would be delighted if he ever found out about the term 'boypussy' and would overuse it and be like dead serious about it

fem aligned people please dni >< transboys and nbs you're welcome!

it's late. late as in a few hours past midnight late. the tiny rocks on the sidewalk you find yourself kneeling on slightly hurt your covered knees, the jeans of your pants doing little to protect your skin from the harsh ground – however, you can't really mind it when the feeling of shidou's dick stretching your throat fills up your senses.

the street is deserted, not a single soul there besides you and your boyfriend and you're grateful for that, because he's shamelessly moaning the loudest he can, the sounds echoing through the darkness and his skin glowing under the poor lighting the lampposts provide.

there are tears pooling in your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose, spit running down your chin and staining your loose shirt when he starts to move his hips, one of his hands resting on your nape as the other digs on your shoulder blade to keep you right where you're.

"such a dirty boy, ain't ya?" he teases, though you know when coming from him, it's most likely to be a praise. "sucking my dick out here, where anyone could see."

you can't stop a whimper from vibrating through his shaft, your tongue rubbing against his slit to savor the taste of his pre-cum, your eyes trained on his not missing when his lips part slightly and he throws his head back, yet another needy moan gracing your ears. you can see the beads of sweat dripping down his neck and disappearing on his collar, he looks so hot like this it makes your inner thighs slippery with arousal, your heavy jeans gluing to them as well as your underwear to your core.

your hands hold onto his toned thighs as he keeps face-fucking you, barely taking his dick out of your mouth before thrusting back, hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow more and more of him, gagging sounds strangled in your chest as you let him use you as he pleases. you know he's close, the feeling of his pulsating veins rubbing against your tongue and the inside of your cheeks giving it away, his thrusts growing more erratic and his pace getting lazy, his teeth sinking on his lower lip when he feels you sucking harder, eager to have his cum filling your mouth.

"–ah, doing so well f'me, such a pretty fuckin' boy with his mouth full of my cock, gonna cum so hard for you– take it like a good boy, yeah?" he's babbling at this point, a whine getting caught on his chest when he feels you cupping his heavy balls, massaging them softly and urging him to come, and so he does.

the hand on your nape keeps you there when he shoves his pelvis onto your face, pubes touching your nose as long, thick ropes of cum spill from his slit, you can barely taste it as you try to swallow everything, some inevitably leaking from the corner of your lips. when he pulls away, you're a mess, spit and cum running down your chin, cheeks stained by dried tears and swollen lips slightly parted as you pant, coughing a little and wincing at the soreness of your throat, your voice surely raspy.

shidou is panting almost as much as you, thumb coming to wipe the fluids off your chin only to shove it into your mouth, your lips wrapping so prettily around his finger it makes his dick twitches, his free hand grabbing your arm to pull you up. there's a string of saliva connecting his thumb to your shiny, swollen lips when he pulls it out, though not for too long before he's fumbling with the button on your pants to push them down your legs, your hands immediately coming to grab his as you squeal his name; he must've gone insane.

however, your efforts do nothing to stop him, he's still shoving one finger inside your boxers and running it along your soaked folds, whistling when he feels you drooling onto his palm.

"c'mon, im sure this boypussy of yours can't wait to have my dick fucking him here on the outside."

[writing-my-time]

Messy sheets

Pairing: Steve Murphy X F!Reader Word Count: 1.6+ Warnings: 18+, no plot, unprotected sex, period sex, light descriptions of blood. Summary: Steve decides he’s ready to put out for period sex. Is not connected to Smoke Break. Author’s note: For anon: I’m not personally infatuated with period sex IRL, but I’ve never been one to yuck someone’s yum! This one isn’t super hardcore sexy, I hope that’s okay!

Steve had woken up first. The two of you were lazed about, a scrambling of spooning limbs in nothing but underwear. His long arms slung over your sleeping frame, fingers lazily grazing across your bare stomach. Before you, he couldn't say he'd talked much about periods. The word had come across in health class once or twice, but that was for girls, not him. A product of his time, really. But as the two of you grew closer, you found less reason to shy away from the topic. Long into the night you'd complained about your period cramps. It was always the worst at the start of your cycle. As if your whole stomach and back were twisting inward. You'd managed to get to sleep after he offered you a heat pack, it was the least he could do.

By now, the sun was peeking through the curtains, not quite burning high enough to create the sticky heat you’d both grown accustomed to. The cool of his watch against your skin forces you out of the last morsels of sleep. You peel your eyes open to find his long fingers lightly grazing the waistband of your underwear. While you'd grown accustomed to waking up like this, Steve showing any desire to touch you like this while you were still bleeding was new. He presses a delicate kiss to the nape of your neck. The mustache hairs make you giggle, nudging him away.

“Thought you said blood was gross?” You remind him, voice still thick with sleep.

“Gettin’ used to the idea.” He murmurs back.

Another sweet laugh escapes you, and you feel his lips curl from behind. You roll onto your back. First your gaze rests on Steve's, admiring the way the light illuminates the blue. Then, as your eyes travel down, you roll them. There he is, nudging at your waistband again. You prop yourself up onto your elbows, pecking him from his cheekbone to his jaw.

“Get a towel or something.” You push him off you with a huff.

“It's that heavy already?”

“No, just don't want messy sheets. Go on, get.”

You usher him away, taking a moment to stretch out in the bed with a grunt. There's already a growing cramp in the pit of your stomach, not enough to complain about, but enough to make you wince when you sit up.  Just as you're about to stand, Steve returns, blanket in hand.

“It's ancient, and it itches, but I don't mind if it stains.” He explains as he throws it across the bed. “Up to standard, for you?”

“Good enough.” You tease, shuffling yourself onto the blanket. He was right, it's scratchy as all hell against your legs. “Get over here, Murphy.”

“Yes ma'am.”

He gives you a nod, eagerly crawling onto the mattress until he's resting up between your legs. As soon as his arms come either side of your head, he kisses you. The first proper kiss of the morning. Long and sweet, though not without passion. Steve pulls away after a minute or two, nipping at your bottom lip with a low hum. At first you go to chase his kiss; leaning upward with a needy whine, but he stops you. One of his big hands presses on your chest, keeping you down. His eyes are dark, and heavy. His breath, even more so. “Let me do all the work, sweetheart.” He urges, smoothing your cheek with his free hand.

Once you give him a small nod, Steve brings his hands down further, subtly smirking when he feels the flex of your tummy muscles under his feather-light touch. Your legs stay lazily opened either side of his sturdy thighs, twitching and shuffling with every tickle. A content sigh leaves you when he begins to tug your underwear down. Steve follows with what can only be described as a stiffened silence. While you've never known him to hesitate, he sure is now. Thankfully, the look on his face isn't one of disgust or contempt. Rather, the evidence of your cycle staining the apex of your thighs causes him to pause. His lips press together, brows furrowed. He’s a man that can stomach many things, blood being one of them. 

He reaches out, slowly tracing a line town your folds. You let out a soft sigh. Red tinges the calloused pad of his finger, and you catch Steve pursing his lips. It makes you laugh. He’s not a man that readily engages in the taboo, you know that much. Even after all the things he’s had to see on the job; the drugs, the shootouts, the blood, it’s this blood that leaves him particularly rattled. Of course, you can sympathize. Before you can suggest just stopping all together, he brings his fingertip back. This time the touch isn’t cautiously reserved. It’s still tentative, sure. Steve presses his middle and pointer finger against your clit dragging stiff circles into the sensitive nub. Relief floods your features. Softened eyebrows and open lips. He takes note, steadying the rhythm as your breath begins to falter. The movements are slow, but divine. It’s not long before your whimpering fills the bedroom. “You look good like this.” Steve can’t help but admit. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” The confidence in Steve’s voice bleeds through, even as he whispers to you with nothing but softness. He ducks his head forward. While he avoids the apex of your thighs entirely; the thought of blood on his tongue not one he wishes to experience, Steve still peppers your legs and stomach with soft kisses. You let out a happy hum when his lips eventually reach your own. Spit on spit. Tongue on tongue. You’ve never known him to be impatient, yet as the kiss deepens you can tell he’s distracted. He shuffles above you, all the while two of his fingers work you further into bliss. His other hand slips away. For a moment your brows furrow. Then, you look down. “Wanna feel you.” Steve slurs against your mouth. “Properly.”

He’d been trying to subtly take off his briefs the entire time. Between the fingering, and the kissing, Steve’s mind was clearly too occupied to do a good job of it. You laugh. He does too. As he tugs his underwear away, tossing them into the washing basket, your foreheads touch. A swift kiss to your nose. A peck on his cheek. By now, the sunlight was blaring through the blinds, letting you both marvel in the golden hues pouring onto your naked bodies. Steve makes a fist around himself, giving a few strokes as you prop yourself up a little on the pillows. It’s a dance you’ve both mastered. You splayed out against the sheets. Him sitting up between your thighs. A gentle push of his hips, and he’s in.

Steve’s face twists. His eyes flutter shut and his jaw slacks. He fills you halfway before pulling back out, admiring the disheartened whine that escapes you. When he pushes back in? The front thighs slap against the back of yours. His arms come forward, caging either side of your head as he looms over you. Steve isn’t hesitating this time. Each roll of his hips plunges his cock further into you. Your noses touch, but you’re both too busy panting to exchange a kiss.  The pace may not be rapid, but each languid pull in and out of your wet heat sends both your heads spinning. He bites his lip, grunting harshly as the slapping of skin echoes in your ears. “So good, baby.” It’s spoken so softly you almost miss it. “Feel so good.”

You’re pretty sure Steve doesn’t even realize he’s talking. Hushed whispers of praise escape him. A lazy trail of spoken devotion, all ending in your name. Love. Desire. Need. Every word drips with it. You can only return the favor in breathy moans. In the pit of your stomach grows a knot you know is close to snapping. He takes your legs, sitting them around his waist in a desperate effort to go deeper. All you can do is oblige. Your hands make their way to his back, gently caressing the sweat ridden skin as he works you. By the way his breath hitches, and his thrusts lose their rhythm, you know he’s close. That’s when he pulls back ever so slightly. With just enough room to slide his hand between your bodies, Steve returns his fingers to your clit.

The touch isn’t as precise as before. This time, it’s fevered, desperate to get you as close to release as he is. His other hand is still firmly planted on the pillow underneath you. Each thrust, each roll, each clash of your bodies earns breathless moans until finally, you cry out. Total ecstasy blurs your vision. You claw into his back, feeling yourself clench around him as you reach your climax. Steve is eagerly chasing the same high. What was left of the grinding rhythm was now quick pumps. His face twists, then relaxes. Just as you begin to cry out his name, he groans, nearly collapsing under the weight of his orgasm. Thick spurts of his release coat your gummy walls. It takes everything he has not to crush you under his weight, resting everything in one forearm as you both writhe, intertwined with one another.

After a few steadying breaths, Steve rolls off of you onto his own side of the bed. His body, coated in sweat, is limp. A lazy, yet satisfied grin crosses his face. Eventually, once you’ve also recovered, your eyes meet. You both smile. There’s another few blissful minutes of silence until Steve clears his throat. When you look over, you can see he's glancing down, admiring; or more so inspecting, the evidence of your cycle now speckling his spent cock. The look on his face is a familiar one. One he’d give looking at a photo of a crime scene. You don’t give him the opportunity to speak first.

“Shower?”

“Yeah, shower.”

[theircurse]

✘ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @eternalstarlights ( Kunikida ) wants to play ! ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ✘

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWhy do you have one of THESE ?ㅤ❜

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, he would find the child with a FISHING ROD in hand and FROWN on their face. Seems as if the child had managed to get into his personal belongings again. Though, it was obvious something about the equipment bothered them with the EXPRESSION they held.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWhat if you catch an UGLY FISH MONSTER and it eats you ?ㅤ❜

[whumpshaped]

if the predator birds gave me ideas u can imagine how inspired i feel after going down into the underground labyrinth/bunker/cave/18th century prison

[loverboybrightsideghost]

bruce the batman wayne is something that can be so personal

[theircurse-archive4]

⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ✴ * : ･ﾟ : ★ 【 @zcitgcistcr ( Ranpo ) 】 ★ : * ✴ ⁺ ✦ ⊹

╰ ★ cont. from 「 X 」

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 expression upon their face. The glasses was what triggered the detective's ability. Well ... maybe him and his glasses weren't so different from them and their doll. Still ... wasn't the detective's ability the ability to solve MYSTERIES, right ? Mysteries being ... well, the various crimes that their ... former organization was causing.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ So ... what would happen if you DIDN'T have your glasses ? You could still solve the crimes, RIGHT ? ❜

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHopefully the detective didn't find the child's question INSULTING in any way because THAT wasn't what the child meant at all. They've just never heard of an ability quite like the man's before.

[mmmmuffins]

‘wheatish’ ‘dusky’ STOP just say brown it won’t hurt u. it won’t i promise