#Graves is into it though

[captain-mj]

Hey, your wife did a angel/demon thing and it got me thinking. Angel!Price and demon!Graves

However, instead of the usual demon corrupting angel bit, it's the Price putting Graves back in his place under him. Reminding him he will always be beneath the angels, and his rightful place is being fucked by Price

(brat!Graves??)

I love angels and demons and writing a character that believes their superior! 

For a little context since this is the same universe as my wife’s, angels and humans are at war. Demons are mostly picking the angel’s sides, but not everybody.  

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Price dealt with humans constantly. Killing them all without mercy. He wasn’t like his gentler counterparts. He needed to protect them. Keep them safe. 

Over the past couple of years, he felt like he had changed more than the millennias he had lived before. There was constantly something. Some human trying to break in. Some group skulking around. Broken shredded wings cut off comrades and laid out for them to find.

He learned to shove things down. He was a seraphim after all. Had been made to wage war. To burn down cities. 

Just... never expected to be fighting this particular war. He had always thought humans were interesting. Didn’t matter though. All of them were guilty. All of them got smote and God could decide who deserved heaven. 

Price thought they all deserved hell. 

So maybe, just maybe, today he wasn’t feeling like dealing with this. But he was the fucking Captain and he needed to take care of them and that meant dealing with the demon that broke in. 

The... rather attractive demon that broke in. Soft blond hair, bright blue eyes, dark clothes contrasting against pale skin. He was on his knees, cheek cut slightly. The red made a beautiful contrast on his skin. Iron shackles around his wrists kept him kneeling, not letting him raise his hands. He could see the start of welts on his skin but he ignored it. Demons were tough. Since he so confidently broke in, he deal with some pain.  

Price looked down at the demon, wings raising. Another sign he was different? Eyes appeared on his wings when they stretched, all peering down at the demon. He saw it. The flicker of fear starting in the demon’s chest. The way it flowed over his features like honey. 

“You know, I remember the old order. Do you?” He looked down at him. Graves didn’t have wings, clearly made. Freshly made from the looks of it. Probably changed at the beginning of the war. It would explain why he was still loyal to the humans.

“I know you were self righteous bastards. Thought you were better than everyone else.” Graves hissed up at him, mouth full of sharp teeth. 

Price stared down at him, wings shaking slightly. “I am better than you.”

Graves looked taken back as Price stalked closer, grabbing him by his hair. 

“You know what demons did before? Sinned. Tempted. All you had to do. But at the end of the day, everyone knew where you belonged. Underneath beings like me.” He yanked him so he had to look up, Price glaring down at him. “I play along sometimes. Have a couple of demon friends. But I’m rather tired of playing this game.”

“Thought angels were merciful.” Graves got out, looking a lot less sure of himself. 

“You don’t deserve mercy.” Price spat and unzipped his pants. What better way to get rid of some of the frustration he felt than this? 

Graves tried to yank away from him. “What are you doing??” He looked a bit nervous at how big Price’s cock was and the fact that he couldn’t really fight back. He couldn’t even get the hand in his hair to let go. 

Price stuck his finger into Graves’s mouth and forced it open, keeping his thumb between his teeth.

“Careful. You fucking cut me with those and I swear I’ll rip you apart and spread you across the goddamn cosmos.” He shoved his cock down his throat, hand coming to cup around the back of his head to keep control of him. His hair was just as soft as it looked, curling around his fingers. Price relaxed, loosening his grip so Graves would start to pull away before he pushed him back down on his cock. He could feel Graves’s nose against his hips, cock buried all the way down his throat. Graves gagged around him, but he didn’t need to breath so Price kept him there. 

Eventually, Graves relaxed his jaw, opening his mouth more and trying to swallow, eyes glazing over. 

“There you go. Nice and easy, yeah?” He said it like he wasn’t brutally fucking into his throat. His tongue pressed against him and his cheeks hollowed out. Tears started running down his face from the force of it and Price closed his eyes, grunting softly. 

“This is where you belong. On your knees.” Price pulled him by the grip on him just as he thrust in, hearing him make a harsh cry. He could feel him trying to talk, probably to cuss him out or argue. But that’s fine. He’d fuck the lesson into him eventually. 

Graves could stay tied to his bed, ready for him to come in and fuck anytime he wanted. Probably in a collar. He knew where to get ones for demons. Price didn’t plan on letting his toy go anytime soon.

He yanked him off, noticing with amusement that Graves was steadily drooling now.

“Fuck you.” How boring. He sounded hoarse though, clearly struggling.

“You can think of something better than that. Come on.” Price looked down at him, condescending as hell.  

“You’re a bitch.” 

“Well, I suppose I don’t need you to be witty to fuck you.” Price shoved back down his throat, letting go of him. “Come on. Make me feel good, whore.” Graves glared at him, but he notably started to bob his head. The chain connected to his wrists pulled taut as Graves tried to touch himself. 

“If you’re good, I’ll touch you. Now get your hands away from your fucking dick.” Graves slowly set his hands back on the floor, seeming to weigh his options. Price relaxed and let out a soft sigh. “There you go.” Graves’s tongue danced along one of the veins on his cock, those beautiful eyes peering up at him. 

Price felt himself getting close and he pulled him off. He looked at him, wings slowly relaxing.

“Are all angels this perverted? Might need to change my opinion on you guys.” Graves smiled, but it was shaky. Was he afraid?

Price unchained him and shoved him to the floor. He put one of his hands around his throat while the other shredded his clothes, wings hitting him lightly when he struggled. 

Graves grabbed his feathers and yanked, almost managing to pull a few out. Price choked him for his efforts and pinned him down with a knee on his back. He rechained his hands so they were behind his back. The iron started to burn him, making him struggle and fight before he eventually went still, letting out a small whimper.

“There you go. I’ll use rope next time.” 

Graves didn’t really have time to respond, Price immediately pressing two of his fingers into him. Like a lot of demons, Graves ran cold. His eyes turned black instead of the blue and he whined like a whore. 

Price sped up his fingers, twisting them slightly just to pull more noises out of Graves. When Graves seemed to gain some coherence, he shoved another of his fingers in, stretching him more. He purred softly and pulled away from him, leaving him kneeling again with his face on the floor. 

“I think I’ve been very good at tempting you. Is that what you want? Demons to be like this?”

“I’ll get a gag for next time too.”

Graves panted softly. “You planning on doing this again?”

Price didn’t answer. He found the oil he was looking for. He put just a little on Graves’s back to make sure it was demon safe before going back behind him.

Graves tensed, biting his lip, as Price coated his fingers and pushed them back in. He purposely used a bit too much, watching as Graves’s fingers twitch at the sensation. A small amount of it ran down his thighs and trailed his finger up, gathering it all back up before pushing it back inside him. 

Price finally straightened and lined up with him, holding his hips. “Try not to yell if you can help it.” 

“Go fuc-” Graves bit his lip to muffle the sound from Price shoving himself inside him. He whimpered at the stretch, eyes closing. 

Price tangled his hand in his hair and started to fuck into him harshly. Graves’s face twisted with pain before it slowly started to melt into pleasure. He arched his back, letting Price get deeper into him.

“There you go. Isn’t this better? Not having to think, just take my cock.” He patted Graves’s thigh and thrust in a little harder, just to enjoy the harsh sob it got from him. Graves nodded after a second, realizing he hadn’t responded and trying to hide his face from him. 

Price pulled him up by his hair so he was pressed to his chest, pretty much sitting in his lap. He moved to hold him by his throat again as he fucked up into him, wings wrapping around them both, pressing into Graves’s skin. Graves flushed and closed his eyes, arms flexing but unable to break the binds. 

His wings brushed against his cock and Graves flinched before trying to push in to the sensation. He fucked into him harder as he moved his wings closer, letting Graves rut against them. 

Price laughed and Graves only flushed more. “You’re rather pretty. Especially for a demon.”

Graves whimpered and leaned up, trying to connect their lips. 

“Tell me where you belong.” He was being harsh. He knew that. Graves was having trouble forming words as it was.

“Come on.” He put his hand around his cock, not stroking yet. Graves whimpered. “How about this, who do you belong to?”

“You.” Graves choked out. Price kissed him and started to stroke him. Graves came hard, whimpering against his mouth.” Fuck, I belong right here with you.”

Price preened and slammed into him, coming into him. He squeezed his throat hard and kissed him again.

“Yes, you do. Right here with me.”

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[frenchonionsoop]

"Dazai's expression as he placed a finger on his forehead and approached the enemy - that of a child about to burst into tears - remained burned into my eyes."

[rystiel]

canon fic writer and creative mind stanley pines would do numbers on ao3 i think

[buttonheart]

Babygirl

[seefasterdraws]

i loeve you dai gyakuten saiban

[jinglejanglejinglejongle]

Harlan Ellison: *creates the most despicable machine in history* Behold. The Allied Mastercomputer. He hates mankind.

Fans: is he single

Harlan Ellison: w hat

[hauntedangelconnoisseur]

Graves is not going to have another step-parent

The dad in question:

[oddberryshortcake]

Skully @ Jack Skellington after this update

[moshaeu]

RAH wip

[coff-in]

can I request an Andrew and Genderbend!Ashley (Ashton? Asher?) x younger sis reader? male!Ashley fanarts are making me act up and I need a double penetration threesome! and maybe some headcanons too? I feel like nothing would change except male!Ashley would probably be hornier than his female counterpart..

Thank you!!

notes from coff-in: i've never had sex, please take this with a grain of salt and enjoy

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert, genderbent/male ashley graves, NSFW (vaginal and anal penetration/sex), incest, [reader] is younger than ashley graves by at least 1 year

Asher had you trapped under him as you two locked lips. His kisses weren’t as aggressive as Andrew’s, instead they were passionate. They weren’t necessarily soft though and you found yourself pulling away from your older brother to catch a breath. “Damnit, Asher, you’re going to suffocate me!”

The asshole just laughed at your face, his pink eyes shining with mirth. “Aw, but you always liked it when I had my tongue in you.” He laughed even louder as your face flushed from his teasing. You bent your neck to look at Andrew who was situated next to you, giving him a pleading look to reel in Asher. Andrew, who is also an asshole, just looked at you two with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure she’d like it better if you kissed her other lips.” Asher’s eyebrows shot up as he looked up at Andrew, then back down to you. 

“You want me to eat you, little sis?” Asher hadn’t had his turn to eat you out yet, as Andrew usually took the first chance to make you cum on his tongue. You were then too sore for him to eat you again, usually. Maybe this time you could have Asher take his turn. You sighed and gave him a small smile, nodding at him. He perked up and got off of your body, tugging your legs apart and baring your glistening pussy to him. He looked down at you with excitement before diving down and licking a long stripe across your folds with his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed as you felt the broad of his tongue brush up against your clit. Asher grinned and brought one hand to spread your folds, revealing your throbbing clit from your puffy lips, and started sucking. The sounds he made were fucking obscene as he slobbered all over your sensitive area. You let out mewls and moans as Andrew watched with gleaming green eyes, silently palming himself through his jeans. Asher was a messy eater but his vigorous pace led to you climaxing way sooner than you thought you would have.  

With an embarrassing squeal, you brought your hand down into Asher’s messy black locks to keep him firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm on his face. The hands he had placed on your hips squeezed your flesh as you did so. Andrew seemed to be pleased at the sight of his little siblings having fun with each other.

You let go of Asher’s head once your orgasm subsided. He came up, heaving and panting. His lips and chin were wet and shiny with your slick and spent. “Oh, man… I can see why Andrew loves going down on you.” He brought his face closer to yours in an instant, “Here, have a taste.” He crashed his lips onto yours and forced his tongue inside your mouth. You both moaned and panted into the kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and addictive. 

While you and Asher were making out, Andrew has reached over to the bedside drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube kept there. Jostling the bed while he removed his jeans and grey boxers, he situated himself behind you, sandwiching you between him and Asher. “Do you think you could take both of us, [reader]?”

You parted from Asher as he pulled down his shorts and briefs, nodding and letting out a pathetic “yeah”. Andrew chuckled and started to coat his fingers with lube. Asher giggled in front of you, his penis veiny and standing at attention. You couldn’t help but focus on its red leaking head, dripping precum onto the bedsheets.

“You’re such a greedy girl today, sis. Have we not been taking care of you lately?”

“No– you’ve both been, ngh!” You cut yourself off as you felt Andrew’s cold and slippery fingers prod at your asshole, teasing the rim before entering your tight ring. “You’ve both been taking good care of me… I j-just thought that tonight w-we could do something new!” Your voice stuttered as Andrew pumped two fingers into your asshole. You were, however, a little nervous about how this will feel. You’ve never taken them both at the same time and you were a little worried if you would even be able to fit them both inside of you simultaneously. 

As if sensing your hesitation, Asher cupped your cheeks with his hands and kissed your nose. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t worry. If things get too rough just let us know, okay? You know what to do?” You nodded and tapped his pale thigh three times. He smiled and kissed your lips. “Good girl.”

Andrew brought his hands under your armpits and lifted up into the air to sit you on his lap. You felt this thick cock rubbing between your cheeks. Asher positioned himself in between your legs, the tip of his penis kissing your drooling entrance. Andrew buried his nose into the crook of your neck, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

With that, he and Ahser pushed into you simultaneously. All three of you let out a cacophony of groans and moans as your heat tried to accommodate them both. Andrew kissed your neck and murmured sweet praises into your skin. Asher looked at you with his pink eyes again. “Are you alright? Do you need a moment?”

You shook your head, “No… no you can move now.” He nodded and slowly started to shallowly thrust into your wet cunt. You and Andrew moaned in unison as you felt Andrew slightly move in you too with each thrust. The sound of wet slapping filled the air as Asher thrust in and out of you. Andrew pushed forward and caught Asher in a kiss, pressing you tightly between your brothers’ chests as Andrew then started to thrust in and out of your ass. You could feel them brushing against each other inside of you, separated by a wall of flesh and muscle. 

The hot session didn’t last too long. You came quickly onto Asher’s cock, your poor cunt overstimulated from your previous orgasm. Once you came, Asher followed suit. The sensations of you squeezing him with your tight walls caused him to fill you up with this hot seed. Andrew lasted longer than you and Asher. His thrust started to get rougher as he got closer to cumming, the grip he had on your hips bruising your skin. He came with a grunt and a loud “Fuck!” as he spilled his warm semen into your ass.

You leaned back onto Andrew’s chest, exhausted. He patted your hair, kissed your cheek, and told you how good you did for them. Asher got up and went into the bathroom, coming back out with a wet towel and proceeded to wipe your legs and pussy, which was spilling his cum onto the bedsheets.

“That was really good. We should do that again!” He said as you three settled down next to each other in the bed. You hummed noncommittedly as you wrapped your arms around him, drifting off to sleep.

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coff-in

[houseswife]

house: this has absolutely nothing to do with wilson

also house: [brings up wilson unprompted] [spends 95% of the session either talking about wilson or deliberately avoiding talking about wilson] [literally admits it’s about wilson]

[happilychee]

fairy tail dragon slayer headcanons pt. 1

♡ what the first gen and second gen dragon slayers eat is pretty self-explanatory. all of their elements are... somewhat tangible. sting and rogue though? they're still figuring it out. rogue wonders if he can eat someone else's shadow, and sting immediately volunteers himself. "for science!" he says. the result is that sting almost passes out. oops. he insists they try on their friends, much to rogue's displeasure. the results are that sting is the most susceptible, then yukino, rufus, orga, and minerva is the least susceptible to magic drainage. sting insists rogue tries to eat an inanimate object's shadow, and nothing happens to it, so they decide that's the way to go.

♡ when wendy eats air, the oxygen levels thin. she has to be careful or she'll cause her allies and enemies alike to pass out. when sting eats light, the area gets darker and darker. this is great for rogue, who starts eating the shadows, and they manage to balance each other out.

♡ sting insists that different types of light taste differently. his favorite is light from golden hour, right when the sun is dipping below the horizon. moonlight will do in a pinch, but it's so diluted that it takes way more of it to recover sting's magic. he also gets sick if he eats too much moonlight.

♡ pantherlily already has transformation magic and enhanced strength, and carla learns to transform so she can help wendy fight. the other three exceeds feel... a little left out. happy learns how to fly faster and for longer (though he still complains about lucy being heavy). lector goes to porlyusica and wendy to learn some stamina regeneration spells for sting. everyone is surprised when frosch, completely on their own, manages to learn an adorable light spell that creates floating pink bubbles. rogue can consume the shadows from them without worrying about draining frosch's magic, and he spends the entire afternoon crying about it.

♡ dragon slayers are a bit like crows. their way of bonding with someone is through gifting trinkets. natsu will bring lucy, erza, and even gray pretty rocks or seashells that he's found on jobs. wendy picks up a new craft or hobby every week, so the members of fairy tail are constantly recieving handmade accessories from her (gajeel helps during the metalsmithing phase). gajeel does not buy cute things for people. he is like a dad in the fact that, when juvia mentions she wants watermelon, he buys her 20 watermelons. walking math problem fr.

♡ laxus has mixed feelings about his more draconic features and habits. he's never loved his magic because of the way he got it, and the memory of his father basically torturing him as he inserted the lacrima will stay with him forever. he tends to suppress dragon instincts more than anyone else in the group, and they all scold him for it. on a rare occasion, laxus will give in and buy something shiny (like a hairclip) for wendy. she has a little jewelry box for them that she guards fiercely.

♡ cobra considers himself more of a flying snake than a dragon. he once drew a picture that sent everyone into a laughing fit. he prefers to stick with the old oración seis crew, but the guild dragon slayers are always happy to see him when he stops by with crime sorcière.

♡ sting, because of his heightened senses and his affinity for light, prefers nighttime. the day can often be overwhelming, and overexposure to bright settings and lots of people leaves his skin buzzing. he likes to sit in the dim guild hall, leaning against the cool stone wall, as the chatter of the crowd quiets down with the setting sun.

♡ dragon slayers all have the Bite instinct. some exercise a degree of control about it, and others go crazy with it. wendy will very gently nibble on erza or mira's arm when she's in the mood, and sometimes she does it absentmindedly. natsu, on the other hand, is an absolute menace. multiple of erza's armor sets have natsu-shaped bite marks on them. he tends to go after her the most because he knows he won't hurt her with the armor. when natsu's more calmed down, he will chomp on lucy's shoulder. gajaeel copes by eating all of fairy tail's silverware (mira starts buying ceramic spoons), but when levy offers her wrist to him he can't help it.

♡ rogue is another one who doesn't really bite people. he, very rarely, nips at frosch's ears, which causes the exceed to giggle. sting is a Biter like natsu, but with slightly more decorum. he really wants to go at it but will restrain himself because most people aren't willing to be treated like a chew toy. luckily for him, gray and cana aren't most people! because they both wear pretty exposing clothing, gray and cana have no qualms about showing off sting's bite marks on their skin. sting always turns bright red when they tease him about it.

♡ laxus and cobra don't really feel the Bite instinct due to being second gen, but cobra is a little shit and bites people for the fun of it. laxus is completely unbothered when natsu clings to him like a koala and gnaws at him.

[florwal]

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and Superman’s interactions in canon would go something like this:

Superman *reached his limit of cryptic and crazy bat shenanigans* : Bruce.. this is insane and you know it.

Batman: I don’t know what you mean Clark this is a perfectly normal response

Superman: Says the guy so in self denial he can’t realise that he’s projecting on a super villain

Batman *turning around and levering a glare that could freeze the sun*: .. I beg your pardon Clark?

Superman *maintaining eye contact* : Then beg.

[musebitesdog]

He's either retelling his life story or mansplaining baseball or something - I can't decide.

This is my first time posting art on social media, so I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I'm nervous as hell, but I'm a big boy wearing my big boy pants, so I WILL put this out there. Will this get likes? Probably not. Did I have fun making this? Fuck yeah. Enjoy 💥