#Arch Blade

[thenwothm]

LA METALLERS ARCH BLADE'S NEW SINGLE "FACTORY OF SIN" GIVES NOD TO 80S GLAM; NEW ALBUM "KILL THE WITCH" OUT JULY

LA-based heavy metallers Arch Blade will be making their mark on the international metal scene with the release of their debut album “Kill The Witch” via Rockshots Records this coming July 2023. To date, they have shared their first single “Nightbreed” and are now ready to unveil their second single “Factory of Sin”, a track in tribute to the hair metal days of glam. “We call this one a…

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LA Metallers Arch Blade Release 'Nightbreed'

Arch Blade will be unleashing their debut album “Kill The Witch” via Rockshots Records this coming July 2023. Presenting versatile heavy metal with high energy both on record and live, the band’s debut full-length is a full-speed-intense blend of various different styles of metal (NWOTHM, Thrash, Power) mixed into one known as Arch Blade. Lyrically, the album is mostly based on vocalist Denys…

[ratsnu]

no idea when im going to finish this so take the sketch for now !

my solution to dnd brainrot was just to create a way too fleshed out ham dnd au <3

[coolthingsguyslike]

[pseudovmpire]

Isn't blade friends with morbius now though? I mean he went to morbius's (fake) funeral :'(

They have historical comics beef, they’ll be off and on ykwim? Rlly depends what the writers want at the time.

At the end of the day, Blade will be Blade and if Morbius does something that doesn’t align perfectly with Blade’s holier-than-thou morals, they’ll be beefing again.

(I’ll be honest though I’m not entirely caught up, especially in terms of Blade stuff sooo… Im working on it lol.)

[lake-unicorn]

Adam had been rubbed raw over the thought of not being John’s best man for some twenty years, or however long it had been since Adam learned that blood ran thicker than water. It was one of those hurts that never went away, like the knee pain he’d been dealing with since he stepped wrong while moving the bed frame into the new apartment. 

It was always going to be Ben, and why shouldn’t it be? Ben was so pretty, so much nicer for the wedding guests to look at, round-faced with those golden curls of his and his bright white smile. He was the opposite of his brother, who was harsh in every way: a high aquiline nose and remote green eyes that seemed to pierce the soul and pale, translucent skin that showed too much of a blush and never tanned. Though he had a special, exclusive beauty, it would never make sense to call John handsome. It would be like applying that adjective to a painting. Why even say it when the thing in question was too aloof to hear?

Ben, though, was lovely like all the rest of their family, with all the right words for his speech to make both bride and groom cry. John stuck out like a sore thumb among his relatives, brunet and austere with only eyes for his wife while his golden-haired cousins were already making friends with the new other half of their family. His brother, on the other hand, might as well have been a cherub. They’d been saying since Ben came out when he was a sophomore in high school and they were juniors in college that it really was a crying shame that he turned out gay – Adam had probably never been with a girl that wouldn’t rather have had Ben. He was easy to want, uncomplicated. Shining.

None of that was to say that John could somehow be described as hard to want. If anything, Cora was the living proof of that. Almost everything Adam knew about her was hearsay, but John’s word was his law, and he’d never had reason to disbelieve it. They’d met in a cafe when John was four weeks deep into the intricate self-harm ritual that was the second year of law school – and Adam knew about that from personal experience, he didn’t even really believe in therapy but he’d somehow found himself at the school’s mental health clinic at two sharp in the afternoon every Wednesday of every week of his 2L year – and he’d watched her draw, mesmerized, for some five minutes before Cora had noticed she had a spectator.

Adam tried to imagine, sometimes, what they saw in each other. For John, it was easy. Maybe she had liked the thick book in his hand, assumed it spoke to some powerful intellect and learned quickly that she was right, that John was smarter than anyone – certainly smarter than Adam – by miles and orders of magnitude. Maybe she’d liked his shy smile or the fact that he made too much eye contact, that meeting his gaze always felt kind of like he was holding your hand and he really didn’t want to let go. Maybe she’d just found him magnetic in an indefinite way and she’d let his current drag her in for good. Playing that game in reverse was harder but not impossible; Adam couldn’t reproach John for his choice of bride if he tried to. Maybe John had noticed the gap between Cora’s two front teeth and found it as adorable as Cora’s mother did. Maybe watching the dance and whirl of her right hand and a pen across a sketchpad for five minutes had been enough to entrance him for the next five years. Maybe after they’d sat down together she’d read out to him some of that mediocre yet heartfelt poetry she was always too eager to share and her sheer earnestness had overwhelmed John and made him feel like he could never turn her away from him again.

There was something nice about conjecturing the motions of falling in love. It had never happened to Adam. At least he could infer that it was possible, if only just from speculating about what it might feel like.

Yes, Cora was so beautiful and so good for John that Adam – for all his anger, for all the people he’d driven away because he couldn’t shut his mouth – couldn’t resent her for scooping up his future in the palm of her hand and tucking it into her pocket like it had always belonged to her. She made John laugh. Sometimes, secretly, she made John flush in embarrassment, his chilliness and indifference melting away like snow to her spring. Adam was not capable of hating the catalyst for those things he so loved: John’s pleasure, the rare appearance of his humanity in place of his steadfast logicality. Their intertwined fates were beautiful. In fairness, he wasn’t sure his and John’s had ever been more than an off-handed joke.

Junior year was the year before Adam had convinced John to become his roommate, the year that John had started by responding to the first proposal by saying, “Besides, you might as well be an alcoholic, and I’m trying to keep my GPA up. If I don’t get into law school, I’m just gonna kill myself instead of trying to make something else work.” Adam had been sort of offended by that at the time, but then John had walked offstage at graduation with admission to Northwestern Law in hand and Adam had done the same with one conviction for underage drinking and a near-miss with a second, so maybe John had been right about Adam’s drinking habits like he was right about everything else. Junior year was also the year that the court case with the name Adam couldn’t pronounce very well had reached the Supreme Court and been ruled on, and it was more related to him and John than it really had any right to be.

Again, they weren’t roommates, but Adam’s apartment was nicer than John’s – the only thing of Adam’s that had ever, in the near thirty-year history of their friendship, been nicer than a thing of John’s – so John was always over at Adam’s place anyway. Adam couldn’t have complained. He had been multitasking a lab report and a pregame, chewing on titrations and washing them down with whiskey. He also hadn’t been following the news because Adam never followed the news. It never seemed to say anything that would affect him.

John was on Adam’s couch, drawing grids to practice for the logic games section of the LSAT, because that was back when the LSAT had a logic games section. Like it was nothing, he’d said, “So, if neither of us is married by thirty, I guess we can just marry each other?”

“What?” Adam had said. He hadn’t cared enough, he’d been too busy and too drunk, as usual.

“Just because, like, we can actually do that, now.”

“Whatever,” Adam was certain he’d said. He’d probably even added, “Sure.”

Technically, they hadn’t been married by thirty, but John had gotten engaged at twenty-nine, and he’d never come back and asked Adam if that counted. He’d never even asked Adam if he wanted to be his best man. Logically, Adam wasn’t the right person to ask those questions to; after all, he wasn’t John’s brother, and could never be John’s wife.

[subsequentibis]

heartbreaking: the worst person you know just made a great point (my arch nemesis on tmbw said 'you'll miss me' having a low rating by the userbase is unfair and it's a brilliant song)

[mrsoharaa]

Getting a full body massage from Miguel. OOF-

he has such big, strong wide hands too...LORDDD 🫠😮‍💨🥴

[lake-unicorn]

adam blade is named after a real-life acquaintance of mine who is also named (generic white guy first name) (weapon last name). his wife, eden, is named to evoke a biblical parallel; one step removed from adam and eve

Why is your OC named what they're named? Is there a different reason in-universe than out-of-universe?

[gojosprettyprincess]

Yuji bouncing you on his cock . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

Both are twenty n hints of overstimulation. Not proofread

“Yujiii- slow down!”

“Can’t stop, fuck! Hahh- Feels too good mmm” he pants breathly, unable to contain the ecstasy bubbling inside him as he relentlessly pounds his hips up into your warm pussy with so much fervor and intensity that you could feel every inch of sexual desire coursing through you, the rhythmic motion creating an lewd connection between the two of you as one of his hand kneads into your plushy ass—sneezing it as two perverted fingers hooked deep into your puckering asshole, wiggling it around as his sturdy cock was hitting all the sensitive parts inside your needy cunt that made your eyes screwed shut as your head fall back.

Wet squelching sounds filled the atmosphere. He was bouncing you up and down on his rigid cock so quickly, didn’t even give you any time to adjust to his thick length before he lost control to the feeling of your sweet pussy snugly squeezing his cock, he was fingerfucking your tight asshole so sloppy with absolutely no rhythm but oh, you felt so fucking full, your juices were dripping all over his lap. He was so nasty, you two have only had sex a few times and he's already so addicted.

“Mmm! This pussy is so good, fuckfuckfuckkk never felt so good before! You're squeezing me so tightly hahh-” he babbles against your pretty tits, he’s just as fucked out as you are—it’s like he turnt into some mindless sex zombie. Tears prickled in your eyes as you cried out from pure overstimulation.

“Yu-yujiii stop! M’gonna cum if y-you—fuck! Keep going. ohmygodd” you moaned out, your finger nails digging angry marks into his shoulder blades as your tight possessive walls clamped around his dick, leaking all over his veiny shaft as it dripped onto his fat balls.

If he wasn’t so busy fondling your bouncing tits with his face, you’d might have gotten the chance to witness the way his eyes were rolling back to your utterance. His dick twitches with need, his weeping tip hitting your g-spot over and over, he hisses as he felt the fingers that he had stuffing your ass grazing through the thin layer separating your pussy—making everything so much tighter. Sweat drips down his forehead as the air reeked of sex.

“Y-yeah?? Cum on my cock, please! Need you to do it again fuck—wanna feel you creaming all over me!” He babbles manically, he quickly pulls his long fingers out of your tight hole unexpectedly, making you hiss slightly because of how sudden it was, before stuffing both of them into his mouth—making you mewl in disgust as he swirled his tongue around his fingers with a low hum. His hand quickly found its way back to your ass again, both of them gripping and squeezing the flesh as he lifts your ass up and dropped you down on his thick cock harder, the way he was manhandling your body made your mind soo dizzy. His forearm muscles bulging as he supported your weight effortlessly. Your back arched slightly as his tip nudges against the spot that made you feel like your soul with levitating from your body. You brought a hand down to rub little circles on your aching clit before your cunt gushed all over his cock, you screamed as he fucked the juices out of your soaked hole, his balls, thighs everywhere was a wet mess.

He whimpered as he latched his lip onto one of your tits—making you squeak as your finger quickly flew to the back of his head, he muffly groaned against you before he emptied his tight balls into your sensitive cunt, his mouth leaving your nipple with a loud pop!

“Fuckfuckfuck m’cumming! Take it, God—take all of it, nghh” he cried out as his fingers dugged crescent shapes into your ass cheeks.

Your pussy flutters as his seed filled you up, he was so deep inside your pussy that you were almost worried that he might have gotten you pregnant.

“Fuck…your pussy is like heaven” he grunts before stilling himself inside of you. Both of you are so fucked out as you try to catch your breath. You whined as his cum leaks out of you slowly. “Can-can we please go for another round??”. He begged, puppy dog eyes stared up at you as you felt his cock hardened once again.

[lesdeuxmuses]

Arch / Matheos - Winter Ethereal (Metal Blade Records, 2019)

[quimichi]

˚✦ ˑ 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭? ִֶ 𓂃⊹ - MDNI

WARNINGS: NSFW - MDNI, Pet names, sexual behavior, name calling, some a bit rough and mean

SUMMARY: They took your virginity. Case solved.

CHARACTERS: HSR Men X F!Reader (no aged up Charas)

WORD COUNT: 13.150

Argenti

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch you, juices dripping down. His tongue softly rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting you, a masterpiece. And you can’t help but moan out at the new pleasure. His fingers hit that spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes and back, you desperately arch with another whine. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. It's overwhelming you, he promised to be gentle, and he is. But never once did he tell you how good this will all feel.

“S-Shit Argenti-, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice begins to crack, your hips bucking widly as he speeds up. And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you. Not only is it a pleasure to please you, beautiful you. It's a pleasure to be your first. It sends a wave of possessiveness through his body.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his glistening fingers running up to your waist.  “Such a dirty little rose,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck, hair tickling your skin. “Youre a sight to behold, breathless, dazed...divine.”

Aventurine

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.

“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”

Blade

“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.

“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."

Boothill

"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”

Caelus

“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.

“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"

Dan Heng

“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.

“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”

He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.

"Good girl."

Dr. Ratio

“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.

“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.

"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.

“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."

Gallagher

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.

He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”

Gepard

“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.

“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”

It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting.  He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."

Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."

Jing Yuan

“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”

As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”

“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.

"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.

Jiaoqiu

He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”

Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.

He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

"Do that again and watch me eat you up."

Luka

Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.

"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."

As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."

Luocha

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.

When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.

He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."

Sampo

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.

“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.

"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."

Sunday

The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.

“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.

He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.

“That came...rather unexpected.”

Welt

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.

"there you go, told you I'd make it fit."

[lake-unicorn]

AITA for telling my husband the baby isn't his?

I (34F) have always wanted to have children. I am the type of girl who always had lists of potential baby names and dreamed about raising a family of my own. It is something I have wanted so badly for so much of my life, and almost all of my partners have known this about me.

Right after college, when we were in law school together, I met my husband, Adam (31M). We hit it off immediately and became very close. Some of our friends thought we were taking things too quickly, but I just wanted to be with him. We got married and have been living together ever since. I love Adam, but the longer he and I were married, the more I realized he wasn't the person I thought he was. I used to respect him because he always put himself first, but it became frustrating when I realized he would never put me first. This all came to a head last year when he confessed he had repeatedly considered cheating on me and wanted us to separate before he did something to hurt me.

The thing is, I work at an extremely conservative law firm. I love my job, but they have very strict values, and I don't think they would want me to get a divorce. So, I proposed that Adam and I have an open relationship. He agreed and that has been our relationship. A few months after we opened things up, I learned that Adam was hooking up with men. This triggered my own curiosity and I started hooking up with women. I realized I was bisexual - or maybe even gay - and completely stopped being with men.

I think Adam noticed that I was pulling away because he and I started having sex more often and he said he wanted us to have a baby. He knew that was something I wanted so I guess it was his way of cheering me up. I did want a baby, but I didn't want one with him. However, I did eventually get pregnant.

Here's where I might be TA. Adam knows I have other partners (of course) but doesn't know that they've all only been women for about six months. When he asked if the baby was his, I told him no. I said I thought one of my other male partners had gotten me pregnant. He believed me and left it alone. However, when I told one of my friends what I told him, they said I was an AH and threatened to tell Adam the truth.

AITA? I understand that he might have a right to know, but I don't want to raise a child with him, so I don't want him to think he has a say about my pregnancy.

Write an r/AmITheAsshole post told from your OC’s perspective. (Bonus: include replies from your other OCs.)

[eyesxxyou]

You think the slits where Logan's claws come out are a sensitive spot for him? When you glide your fingers over them, he shivers with an uncontrollable delight. When you press your fingers into them and feel the tips of the sharp blades that make his claws, he can't help but let out something of a strangled moan.

Maybe you found out while playing with his fingers, long and thick and freshly wet from being inside you—still slick with your scent. His knuckles are hairy, just like the rest of him, hiding the thin slits from which his claws extend from.

You did it by accident. Your fingertips finding the openings and pressing. Logan tossed his head back against the headboard and let out a deep, guttural moan that seemed to surprise even himself.

You were delighted by your discovery. Logan was not. “Don’t do that again, bub.” But you were too excited, too enthralled by the idea that maybe you could make him cum by just using the three little holes between his knuckles.

You were quick to climb on top of him, straddling his hips between your knees as your sat yourself on his meaty thighs. He did little to stop you though his strength far outweighed your own. He could have you across the room in a second if he wanted to, but of course he didn't.

He did struggle however, as he watched you take his fingers into your warm, pretty mouth. “I could hurt you.” You never heed his warnings. The pads of his fingers slid against the wet flat of your tongue as you took the digits further and further. They were long and thick and with two of them, it felt much like taking a cock down your throat. You gagged and swallowed him down until he was knuckles deep in your mouth, drool dripping from your lips and down your chin.

Your tongue parted his fingers just enough for it to slip through and prod carefully at the slit between his fingers. Watching his lips part and his body shudder beneath your touch was almost orgasmic. You licked at the slit in tentative touches and felt him grow harder between your thighs.

“S-stop."

But you couldn't. How could you when you had him quivering? You could see Logan’s hair-covered abs tightening as he bucked his hips beneath you, his cock nice and hard against his naval. You dipped your tongue into the slit like licking pussy and watched him, red in the face and in the cock, nearly explode.

And when he does cum—which he does—quick and plentiful. He groans louder than he’s ever before, back nearly arching as he twitches. Logan cums so hard that some managed to get tangled in the hairs on his chest. You’re highly satisfied with your work and decide that maybe just one more time wouldn't hurt.

[lake-unicorn]

☆ OC: Adam Blade

Adam is a civil litigator from the big city, unhappily married — though he doesn’t value happiness in marriage very much. Recently, he and his wife agreed to open their marriage and that arrangement works just fine for him. Adam does all things with resolute confidence. Though he developed a reputation as a womanizing frat boy, Adam also has a gentle, delicate side. Also, as a function of his open marriage, he frequently courts other men. Adam defies definition almost as a matter of sport; when marriage didn’t work out for him, he changed the parameters of marriage. He has queer sexual encounters but identifies as straight, more out of self-knowledge and convenience than repression. He reached incredible professional heights and social appreciation despite being his best friend John’s subordinate throughout most of their youth. Adam encapsulates the farthest end of self realization, someone who determines what they’d like to be and then becomes it without a moment’s hesitation.