#HIS FUCKING DIRTY BEAK

[orsanedraws]

pov: you're a tiny bowl of water

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hey another ask coming from me haha

What would you say are the mk boys turn ons? Desperate to know atm

Yes hello there :)

Moon boys turn ons

Nsfw below

First off, all three of them get turned on by simply you existing.

Let's start with Steven.

He loves receiving dirty messages. If Donna isn't there to yap at Steven, this cheeky man just goes to the nearest storage room, pulls his cock out and jerks off.

And if he's having really dirty thoughts about you he does it multiple times.

Don't ask me how he can do it this many times, but its you he's thinking about, so its justified. Plus his thoughts about killing Donna get him stressed, so you're his big relief. <3

It's common for Steven to get turned on while cuddling you. The moment he grinds himself against you is the sign you're fucked.

Your fingers through his hair is doing wooonders to him (and his dick), so he eventually wants your 'helping hand'.

Steven gets MAD thoughts running in his head when he's seeing juice/water run down your chin. You tryna give him blue balls???

Gets funky when you're showering. Kindly asks you to keep the door unlocked so he can join. After that, more showering is in order! <3

He absolutely loves it when you get needy. Means he can take his time with you and tease the shit out of you.

No doubt he gets aroused when you're calling him good boy. :)

God, and when you walk around in just your lingerie? Steven's a complete goner when you do it. He wants them off.

Jake is the one who gets turned on seeing your cute butt and thighs. Loves gripping them and loves thinking about them.

Demands you to send him spicy pics when he's in his cab. Literally doesn't give a fuck about Khonshu and would start jerking off while looking at the pics.

Whenever Jake catches you bending over or just going down on your knees to do whatever, the dirty smile on his face appears out of nowhere. Definitely loves what he sees a little too much.

Randomly would just grab you, letting you feel what you're doing to him and whisper the most dirty things into your ear while slowly dragging you to the bed.

Loves it when you wear something revealing. Smacks or pinches any free skin he can get his hands on!

Marc is your guy who is about 90% turned on 24/7, so it's not hard for him to get turned on even if he as much as sees you getting out of bed. (Wants you back in it with him)

He wants you to send him pics or dirty messages when he's out doing moon knight business so he can have something to think about while beating up baddies.

Gives zero fucks about that bone beak Khonshu, if he can't resist the urge, he just dumps the god and heads to the nearest private place, texting you while making a mess of himself.

If you happen to send him spicy pics, once he returns he wants to grab you and have his dick worshipped by you.

Whenever you're taking a shower, he tells you to keep the door unlocked and take your time, because when he joins you, you will have to take your time. He ain't horny for nothing!

Could absolutely lose his cool when you're not wearing much. Plus, he loves your ass, so atleast one of his hands will reach out for it.

If you tease him he bends down without warning, throws you over his shoulder with the intentions to make you his next meal.

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[wyzgguk]

late

•pairing: jungkook x f!reader

•warings: smut, cursing, reader has big breasts, make out, fingering, face slapping(once), dirty talk, degradation (uses of slut and whore), rough sex, anal play(very brief), unprotected sex(be safe pls) basically porn with no plot

•word count: 930 (not reviewed obviously)

"jungkook we need to go...fuck!" is all you can say before you feel a pair of hands groping your ass and then slaps being delivered against your skin.

"We have time before we go." jungkook says, sucking the skin on your neck. "hold your legs up, quick".

You can't say no to him. Not when you're already dripping, the unbearable throbbing in your clitnot letting you think straight. Lying right in the center of the bed means you can hold your legs close to your chest, just the way he likes it.

"So fucking desperate" jungkook groans as he watches your pussy tighten around nothingness "fuck, still tight after taking my cock" you moan his name when he starts pumping his long fingers hitting places only he could

jungkook enjoys it as much as you do, the feel of your pussy squeezing his fingers sends ripples of arousal straight to his cock still trapped in his clothes. "touch your clit for me while I suck your tits"

The clothes you were wearing now were a complete mess, jungkook does not stop pulling the mini shirt you are wearing revealing the full breasts you have, beaks raised with so much pleasure.

"Please I need more" the hand sliding circles over your clit and the feel of the hot tongue on your chest is all it takes to bring you to the brink of an orgasm.

But that's not what you want. You want his dick.

"More? what do you want, hm?" jungkook who releases your chest with a pop, a thread of saliva connecting the two and replacing your hand with his stimulating your clit. "want my cock in your little pussy, like a desperate slut?"

The only thing you can do is moan, hips thrusting towards jungkook like an invitation and the hand that used to give him pleasure is in your face in a slap that makes your head turn to the side. "I asked what you want or I won't give you anything, babe."

"I want your cock here" you guide jungkook's hand until it's over your pussy again. "ruin me, jungkook. Do whatever you want to me"

jungkook is quick to pull you over and place you face down on the bed, head on the mattress and butt in the air. You can't help but shiver when you feel jungkook's dick slide through your folds, the wet sound filling the room.

The tip sliding along the entire length, rubbing your overstimulated clit again, pre cum being spread making jungkook moan at the sight.

"kook…hurry up" you wiggle your hips to get what you want but all you get is slaps on your thigh, and fuck, it feels so good.

"we're doing this on my time" jungkook says, voice low and husky. You can feel the tip of him teasing your entrance "the tightest pussy" jungkook's husky voice hitting you right in the core, the dick sliding until it's fully inside you and the feeling of being filled until you feel full satisfying every expectations.

jungkook's hands walking around your body landing on top of your breasts, pulls and squeezes that are given the right way. The tip of his dick hitting your g-spot directly as the strokes become faster and deeper.

"having fun squeezing my cock all over like a whore?" he whispers in your ear sucking the skin on your neck then the grip on your waist leaving marks and the thrusts becoming more intense. "you feel so fucking good"

you grip the bed sheets tightly, the hardness of your movements making the bed creak. You feel a pair of hands on your ass, pulling the bands apart, m but what takes you by surprise is the pressure on your back entrance.

Jungkook's thumb wet with your moisture, circling the puckered spot. "we should try next time

"focus on now " you say impatiently, desperate to come.

"so needy" jungkook pulls your body until his chest is glued to your back. One arm circling his waist, the other your jaw until your mouth is glued to his.The kiss is a mess, rushed and rough. "My good girl" he says, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He pulls away and releases your lip with a 'snap'.

jungkook now guides both hands on your hips, firming, the movements faster and faster and you calling his name. No, you're screaming the name of the only person who makes you feel this way.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook

Hips in sync with his movements, the slick wetness between her thighs allowing him to slide in easily. Your pussy tightening around him and the familiar knot in your stomach makes you roll your eyes. "you cumming, babe?"

"m-make me cum, kook" is all you can get out, sobs and loud moans being all you can get out. He's basically fucking you dumb, making messes all over the bed just the way you both like it.

You two came together, you feeling spasms and squeezing his length, and he who even after coming still kept some slow movements spreading his seed and making your legs trembling.

jungkook lets out a deep sigh, chest red and heaving, head resting on your shoulder. "are you alright?"

"mmn, tired" you say, voice totally hoarse and jungkook can't help but laugh.

"Our friends will understand if we don't go, so I can take care of my pretty girl".

you feel your stomach churning, wondering where you got yourself when you decided to give in to jungkook's wishes.

And the worst, you like it.

A lot.

• this is an original work by @elitekook, please do not copy, translate or anything like that :)

[izzabela]

i beg thee… more cod stuff.. specifically kyle gaz garrick hitting it from the back.. or the front.. or the side..

PLEASE WOMEAS EOKEAS ELEMA SE PLEASE

Acrobat - Gaz x f!reader

in which Gaz is quite flexible

a/n: i was so convinced lewis hamilton was his CGI face...

ship[s]: kyle "gaz" garrick x fem!reader

warning(s): MDNI- graphic descriptions of sex, mirror fucking, spanking, little dirty talk, multiple positions, semi-aerial fucking, bondage, fluff in the beginning, oh gaz...

You really wish you could shut up sometimes.

Birds chirp the loudest in the morning, but where nature seeks reprimand with apex predators and hunters, your punishment is a man named Kyle fucking Garrick.

"You've quite the bend, soldier," you teased him that morning. "Back's killin' me now..."

And when Gaz replied with a sickeningly sweet "I can help"? You should've realized you stepped in a bear trap.

It started with the yoga lessons. He brought you to the studio he frequents whenever on a day off or leave, a pretty nice studio on the busy streets of London. It wasn't all that bad either, especially with how slow Gaz was going with you.

Despite him being in the hardest difficulty of this yoga studio, he took the time to join the beginner classes with you. He made sure to push your limits when he saw you were about to master a skill, or he helped you out with some poses with kind, yet firm, pointers and demonstration.

And when you didn't have time to go out? He was your personal yoga instructor.

Back arched beyond human flexibility, Gaz kisses the tip of his head to your cervix, bruising it over and over again with how deep he's punching in. Between the perverted slapping of his thighs on the fat of your bum, to the little hiccups of your broken sobs, and the hoarse moaning from your pretty little beak... it was music to Kyle's ears.

"Aw, bird," he coos as he squeezes the supple fat of your ass, "Downward doggy shouldn't be so hard to do..."

You felt like a dumb dog, falling victim to a trappers cruel antics. You couldn't respond to him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the rhythmic pounding of his hips into your ass made you drool and moan for more.

"Got me a dumb mutt..." he spanks your ass again, and again, and again.

And you couldn't be mad at him, because the yoga lessons were really helping! If you had a pretty pence for every time you felt the aches of night time acrobatics leave, you'd be a fucking millionaire. But flexibility lessons didn't stop there.

Gaz took you to a silks studio next. A graduate from the basics of flexibility and mobility, you were moving on to the next parts of Gaz's torture.

It's hard for you to imagine a man to do silks, it's even harder when a man of Gaz's stature and history does silks. Then again, Gaz has always been somewhat lean compared to his comrades. Yes, he still has meaty and round bulbed flesh he calls "muscles", but he was rather lean, a little smaller, and moved a little quicker than the others.

When seeing Gaz lift himself effortlessly on the fabric, wrapping himself up in different patterns and movements, falling- practically floating- gracefully from the ceiling to the ground- you wanted to be that man.

Unfortunately, it would take a lot more for you to be at his level. For now, you stuck with twirls, core-stimulating moves, and full-body poses using all of the fabric. And just like the yoga studio, Gaz would always help you out.

Even at home! Gaz sets up a mirror, takes out his silks from the closet, and unhooks the hanging light from the hook in the ceiling (since when was that there?). Making sure the rope is tight up top, you begin to practice your moves learned from the studio.

Although, "practice" should've had fine print with Gaz. The minute you get into position in the silks, belly facing up, you're stuck (fucking wonderful). Spread like a flayed fish (or a Michelin-starred meal), Gaz takes this opportunity to rip your leggings off, one hand on your back while the other gripping your ass.

You're trying to wriggle out of the silks, but a quick pinch and the vibrations of his "tsk tsk tsk", you're stuck for real. Reluctantly accepting (embracing, he'd argue), Gaz lapped your juices up like a starving animal. Ravished on your folds, digging his tongue inside of you while he moves his hand from your arse to your clit. Pinching, lightly pulling, rubbing- the sensation from his talented tongue and his fingers made you cum not once... not twice...

three times before he gently caught you from the air. Carrying you to the bed to be cleaned up by him and the same hands that made you peak so many times.

And as much as you wanted to be angry with him, the knots that disappeared from your back told you to sit down.

You stopped talking back when Gaz took you to a pilates class. There's no shock anymore, just pure and unbridled confusion watching Gaz not break a damn sweat while on that whole... thingy-majigger... in the most uncomfortable positions.

You try your damn-dest too, but you haven't been in a gym proper since grade school- and since when did these gyms have these fancy workout machines?

Still, Gaz helps you out like the rotten peach he is. Holding your hands when you're visibly shaking on the platform. Hand pressed on the small of your back as his other hand is resting on your tummy.

And speaking of your tummy, Gaz is pressing on the lower part of your belly as he pistons right in your gummy walls. So tight and wet, and the fact you're squeezing with his mating press is making him go insane.

While his hand is there, the other holds your leg up and out, like one of those pilates poses. Though, you're on the bed- still, it doesn't take away from the stimulation of your cunt being abused, and your core burning from holding position.

"K-kyl- Ga-" you stutter the multiple identities this man has, and he chuckles at your indecisiveness.

"Hold fo' a bi' longer..." he grits out, hips slamming into your tight cunt as your core twists and you climax. Doesn't matter though, not when Gaz hasn't reached his limit.

"A bi' longer dove... c'mon, fo' me," he tries to hide the slight falter in his voice, but it's no use as you squeezes again (despite the overstim of your cunt).

After this, you don't whine or complain since the aches have disappeared completely. He really is an acrobat, flexible fucker.

And as all great acrobats do, they can't go without practice- and thank goodness you're up to the task now.

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guys i just had the fattest meal and i'm about to clock out for the night (i live in the US)

see yall in the next fic!

[blitzwhore]

Wear Your Pride

Stolitz | 7.9k | Explicit 🔞 | Smut, fluff, humor, teasing, clothed sex, sex in the van, Stolas has a cloaca, imp anatomy, dirty talk (see more tags on AO3)

Thanks @stolitzsings for the beta help and encouragement! ❤️

Excerpt:

Showing up at the Imp City Pride Parade naked as the day he was born had seemed like a great idea when he left the house. It was his one chance to be overtly sexual and obnoxious around his friends and coworkers without getting scolded for it. After all, Pride was the event where being a freaky pervert, even by Hell’s standards, was something to be celebrated.

The moment Stolas arrived, though, Blitzø knew he was fucked.

The fishnet shirt that left nothing to the imagination. The matching earring, hair dye and eye shadow. The grabbable choker. Those fucking shorts. Christ. And Blitzø thought his ’outfit’ had been sexual. He had nothing on Stolas’ slutty-ass look. The man was literally sex on legs.

He was going to spend the whole parade hard as a rock, wasn’t he?

“Blitzø!” Stolas smiled when he saw him, trotting elegantly towards the van with those deliciously long legs of his. Via, who was by Stolas’ side, rolled her eyes at her dad’s earnest excitement and joined Loona a bit farther down the street. “Oh, I’m so delighted to be here—I’ve never attended a pride parade before!”

Blitzø leaned on the window frame and gave Stolas a look.

“Well, for a newbie, you sure know how to dress for the occasion.” He didn’t bother hiding his hunger as he gave Stolas’ body an appreciative look, his gaze lingering on those shorts that hugged his thighs beautifully. “It should be illegal to go outside looking so fuckable, you know.”

“Oh?” Stolas bent down so they were face to face. He looked so smug, the fucking flirt. “Like what you see, then, darling?”

“Maybe I do,” Blitzø said, leaning back on his seat for Stolas to appreciate his looks as well.

As expected, Stolas’ eyes widened at the sight of his naked body.

“Hmm. Likewise, I must say,” he replied, touching Blitzø’s chest right by the pan flag. He ran the tip of a long finger down Blitzø’s side all the way to his waist, making him shiver.

“Yeah?” Blitz buried his hand in Stolas’ chest feathers and, looking Stolas in the eye, trailed it up to hook one finger around his collar and pull him closer. Stolas hooted, and his feathers puffed up with delight as a flustered blush spread over his pretty face. “Bet you’ll like it even more when I spend this whole parade hard as a fucking rock because of you, you slutty, slutty bird,” he murmured, lowering his voice in that way that never failed to make Stolas shiver.

Stolas giggled, a tiny out-of-breath sound that traveled right down to Blitzø’s cock. “I’m sure I will enjoy that indeed,” he purred, leaning so far into the van that his beak practically brushed against Blitzø’s cheek.

Blitzø nipped playfully at Stolas’ neck. “Better stay close to the window to block the view,” he said lowly. “Unless you want everyone to see what you do to me, babe.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[khonshus-stardust]

HEAR ME OUT

It’s just you in your room and Khonshu shows up and pent up and wants to do something now. But is also upset (for whatever reason) so he makes you finger your self on your bed and just watches you while rubbing himself through his lines and talks you through it, then after your first 0rgasm he’s just suddenly right in front of you and begins too overstimulate you by fingering you and degrading you for listening to him so easily and calling you his dirty little bug🫶🤭

Take It

Pairing: Khonshu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talking, fingering, overstimulating, name calling (dirty little bug, slut, etc.)

Word Count: 2735

Summary: In a fit of rage, the god appears in your room while you're in the middle of reading. Used to this behavior, you don't act different until he orders you to strip. He's tense and needs release.

Author Note: I sent a screenshot of this to my bestie. The two of us were freaking out because this is fucking gold! Thank you for being my first ask on this blog! I'm glad to see you return as well

Masterlist

Ao3

Air swirled harshly around your lax form reading on the bed. After the countless times the god has appeared in your room time and time again, you’ve grown accustomed to this. Your eyes don’t leave the entertaining pages before you.

A cold hand encases your bare ankle and yanked you closer to the foot of your bed. The yelp that left your lips couldn’t be helped. Your eyes snapped to the imposing ancient Egyptian god that stood your room. A glare was easily set on his tattered form. “What is wrong with you?” you snarked before shaking your head. “Don’t answer that. I know: it’s a lot.”

His grasp let go of your ankle. Khonshu, known for being the god of the moon, towered in over your form. Despite having no muscles and only cloth to make up his frame, he held himself tensely. His hands were balled into fists at his sides; shoulders slightly bunched up; and he just stood there, looking at you. As if one more wrong thing could send him into a frenzy.

It was a sight you were familiar with. Dealing with Khonshu was a full-time job that was unpaid.

Despite having a hate-love relationship with the dead bird god, that didn’t stop you from being concerned about him. The book in hand was marked then set to the side, on the nearby nightstand. You go to sit up on your knees when the god finally spoke up.

“Don’t move,” Khonshu barked, body growing even tenser. You turned your head to the side and looked at him suspiciously. The god took a step back and rested a hand on the end board of your bed. The walls of your room not tall enough to allow him full freedom to stand tall.

The metal creaked precariously under his massive, lithe hands. “Strip.” Your head jolted yet your thighs clenched together.

“Excuse me?” you sputtered with your lips parting afterwards. His hand tightened again. Khonshu took a step forward to further crowd into your space. His long beak surging passed any boundaries. The soulless, empty sockets of the skull of his head bore holes into your head.

“I said strip,” he growled, voice ringing in your head. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow. Your tongue darted out and coated your dry lips. “Don’t make me say it again.” Your whole body shuttered.

Timidly, you reached for the hem of your shirt before finding somewhere else to look at. The fabric was pulled over your head and tossed to the side.

Khonshu hummed. “Don’t stop.” Like the good follower of the moon god you are, you listened to his demands. The rest of your clothing is pulled off and thrown off to the side of the bed. He observed the entire time, enjoying the exposed skin you relented to him.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been naked before the god. Like mentioned before, you had a love-hate relationship with him. Both sides of the coin included letting him use you for his own pleasure. A life you enjoyed with little complaint.

“Scoot back, up against the headboard, little bug,” he ordered and stepped back, hand leaving the end board. Timidly, you followed the instructions and used the pillows as a comfortable rest and barrier from the cool material. Throughout the times you’ve done this with him, you kept your legs closed with anxiety driving you. His never-ending gaze caused your heart to flutter like the wings of a bird.

The god himself sat himself down in the only chair in your bedroom, legs spread wide. His imposing frame purposefully taking in all the space it could.

One of his legs was jutting out while the other was bent at the knee. An elbow was perched on the armrest at an acute angle, wrist hanging loosely. His other arm hung loosely off the other armrest, palm touching his thigh. A relaxed form for the god who looked ready to tear into something less than two minutes ago.

His long beak tilted up and slightly to the side to show off his nonexistent throat. “Look at you,” he mused. If his face wasn’t stagnant, you believed a carefree smirk would be etched into his features. With his arm jutting into the air, he lazily wiggled his pointer finger side to side at you. “Open those legs for me.”

You bite at your bottom lip then let your legs spread open. “A sight for sore eyes,” Khonshu groaned and shifted his hips. You sucked in a quick breath at the sight and had to stop yourself from mewling at the move.

But the god noticed the way your empty pussy clenched and chuckled lowly. His voice continuously swirling inside of your head. “Touch your clit, little one.” This side of Khonshu wasn’t what you were used to but fuck, you felt your body heat up at it.

One of your hands drifted between your spread legs and pressed against your clit. It throbbed against your fingertips. You leaned your head back and started to softly rub circles.

“Did I say move?” Khonshu growled and leaned forward in his seat. You whined and gave the god a frown, hand stilling. “Pout all you want, slut. Only I get to tell you what to do.” The god scoffed and returned his relaxed posture from before.

With that same finger pointing in your general direction, he used two to show a spreading movement. “Spread more. I want to see every little flutter, every little throb.” You huffed but listened to him, letting your legs open further for his gaze.

A cool breeze drifted over your exposed moist labia. You shuttered, thighs tensing. “Poor thing, already getting wet all because of my words. Isn’t that right, little bug?” All you could do was nod softly. He dipped his massive skull. “Now, you may play with your clit. Go slowly, light pressure.”

Now with permission, you started an even pace. Your walls constructed for a moment at the new source of pleasure. You groaned and rested your head back against the headboard. It offered relief to the building lust in the pit of your stomach.

You knew what to do. The movements familiar and memory this long into your life. The way you flicked your wrist into perfect motion, albeit slower than you would like.

More of your arousal began shine in the low light of the room at the beginning of your entrance. “Stop.” In the haze of your pleasure, you didn’t realize he had even said anything to you the first time. “I said stop!” You jolted and removed your hand unwillingly with a mewl. Your clit flutter, demanding for you return to your former movements.

Slightly dazed, you eyed the god still in his chair, position barely even changed. The hand on his thigh had slide up further to rest close to where his thighs meets his waist. “With one finger, push into that tight little cunt,” he instructed.

Happily, you followed through with just your middle finger entering you. The simply yet obscene noise had you whining, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. The god had ruined you since the first time he drove into you. You looked at him with sweet doe-eyes and silently pleaded for more.

“Hm, look how good you take it,” he groaned. His hand slid up only a couple more inches and cupped a lump under the wrappings that covered his form. It took you longer than you would have admitted to realize he was palming himself. Your walls pulsed around the finger buried into your soaked cunt. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you could offer was a mewl. The god tsked. “Use your thumb to rub at your clit and curl your middle finger. Find your g-spot.”

Instantly, you listened, desperate for whatever he allowed. Your finger curled deep inside of you and easily found that spongy spot. A shock of pleasure was sent up your spine to dwell in the pit of stomach. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned and used your thumb to draw tight circles around your engorged clit. It pulsed against your thumbpad.

Your jaw dropped with airily, breathless pants and whines. Clear, stick arousal freely drips from your slightly filled entrance and rolls down the swell of your ass cheeks before soaking into the bedsheets. Your other hand trembled on the mattress, gripping the blankets tightly.

Involuntarily, you couldn’t control your hips squirming, trying to add fuel to the growing embers. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” Khonshu growled, voice huskier than before. You reopened your eyes and find the god rubbing at his clothed cock. It strained for release. You could imagine the feel of it. The head popping past your labia and stretching your walls to accommodate him all over again. The way the tip slammed against your cervix at each hard thrust, trying to fight every inch inside your smaller body.

The hand on the bed slapped against your mouth, sealing the whimpers beginning to spill freely from your loose lips. You locked your teeth down on a knuckle as the pleasure began to build further in the pits of stomach.

“Let me hear you. Don’t you dare hide anything from me, little bug!” the god snarled and was on the verge of leaping from his seat to tear your hand from your mouth. His free palm slammed against the armrest, balled into a fist. He continued to rub himself harder, using the heel of his hand.

Your unfocused eyes found the empty, dark sockets of his. The knuckle fell away to rest on your thigh. Khonshu growled and grabbed the end of the armrest righter. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that. Look at all that mess. So messy,” he rambled and stayed leaning forward, ready to leap to action.

A strewn of whines and mewl filled the rooms vacant air as you grew closer, velvet walls tightening around your single finger. “Feels-“ he groans “-good doesn’t it?” Your toes begin to curl, legs growing taunt. “I want to see you, watch you come just at the sound of my voice, little one.” You do your best to keep your eyes on the tense god before you. Anything to please him.

“You going to come, sweet little mortal?” his voice echoes inside of your head, bouncing off of the walls. You rapidly nodded your head and couldn’t help but fasten your fingers, needing quicker movements. He doesn’t stop you, watching as your head pitched back with a cry of his name.

The soft, ribbed walls of your pussy constricted around your finger, locking down on the intrusion. They begin to flutter, like bird wings.  You rubbed fiercely at that spongy spot just shy of your entrance, inside of you.

As the crescendo helped drag your mind back to the depths of your body, you felt large, lithe hands wrapped around your wrist. Your digit was pulled free, only connected with a clear strong of your slick for a moment before it was laid to rest at your side. A whine pulled free from your throat, eyes flickering open. You gasped at the imposing form of Khonshu kneeling on the bed, between your spread legs. “Khonshu?” you whispered his name after moments ago screaming it to his fellow gods.

He didn’t answer and cupped your sex, easily dwarfing it in his palm. Still in the downfall of your orgasm, you yelped but jerked your hips up to gain friction. His other hand entered your vision and took hold of your hip, now pinned to the mattress.

Two fingers prodded at your dripping folds before pushing in. Your head smacked against the headboard but the pain was brushed to the side. The digits press against your cervix before they were pulled out enough to touch at your G-spot only an inch or two passed your labia.

Pleasure filled your veins, turning your mind slowly into slush at the sudden stimulation. You were still trying to reel yourself in from the last orgasm. “You’re so wet, little bug. All just from me telling you to fuck yourself with your fingers. Such a dirty little bug listening to their god,” he purred inside of your mind. His voice velvet in the depths of your brain.

The hand that had brought you to your first orgasm shakily wrapped around his thin wrist for support. Khonshu continued to fuck you with two of his fingers, stretching you more than what any of your own digits could. “You take my fingers so well. I’ve ruined you for any mortal. You’re all mine, little mortal. All mine to ruin and dirty.” Your cunt fluttered again. “Such a dirty little bug liking me destroying you.”

You panted and tried to thrust your hips up for more, anything to drag his fingers deeper into you. “Please, Khon. More, more,” you pleaded the god of the moon, eyes hazing over, pupils blown wide. None of the iris able to peek through in the low light.

Khonshu chuckled, vibrating your mind. “Such a slut, begging for more.” This own thumb covered the entirety of your engorged clit and pressed against the sensitive nub. You gasped and shuttered at the tingling feeling overestimating your nerves. Your hand tightened. Khonshu scoffed. “You asked for it. Now, you’re going to take what I give.”

Once more, you clenched down on him. He gave a particular hard thrust of his digits into you g-spot that had trying to lift off of the bed. He just laughed then started to rub circles on clit.

The texture of the cloth that encased his body dragged across the sensitive flesh of your nub. You whined and attempted to pull at his wrist. But the god was situated where he wanted to be.

He continued onward and picked up a pace that had you squirming wildly underneath him. It was to the point he used his own legs to pin down yours to control your lower half. “You’re going to take what I give,” he reiterated.

The overstimulation created arcs of electricity across your skin, making your entire body not only feel alive but on fire. One of your hands clawed and fisted the bedsheets, desperate for purchase the closer you got to exploding.

Your nerves had been burned, filled with too much energy than they could handle. Like the pleasure, you consumed the pain all the same, wanting more. “Dirty little bug, letting a god ruin them, fucking them with his fingers.”

White blinded you as you screamed out a pathetic cry and arched your back. Khonshu did not stop. He used his fingers to draw your orgasm out as long as possible. Your nerves were lit on fire, burning fiercely just under your skin. They were being rubbed raw, bare for him to play with as he pleases. Your screams began to turn into whimpers and mewls. You fell flat back to the bed in heap of mush and ecstasy.

Khonshu finally relented when your body gave its last shuttered. His thin digits were pulled free from the depths of you used cunt. You twitched one more time. He held up his hand and spread his two fingers apart. They were connected at the tips by a clear, sticky string of your slick. “One of these days, I’ll take a mortal form so I can taste your sweet essence,” he muttered more to himself than the room.

Tiredly, you huffed through your nose and looked at him, eyes still dazed over. Khonshu leaned over and cupped your cheek in his clean hand. “You did so well for me, my little dirty bug,” he whispered and pressed the tip of his beak to your forehead. You smiled weakly at him.

“Are you going to tell me what had you in a tissy when you arrived?” you asked him in a soft voice and nuzzled into his palm. The god shook his head.

“Nothing you need to worry that pretty little head over. God issues,” he stated then reached over, pulling a towel hanging from end board of the bed. The god carefully used it to clean off the inside of your thighs and his fingers. He pecked your forehead again. “Till we meet again, my dear mortal.” Then, in rush of wind, the god was gone from sight.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Rumor Has It

Author's note: More of Imhoden in Husbandry

Summary: Imhoden sulks at Janus for an unfair punishment he got when he squabbled with some renegade Space Wolves.

Warning: None? Let me know if I need to add anything. 

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

One of the things that Imohoden had been warned about - was Chaos, with a capital C, at least on Ancient Terra. Slowly he’d been told about the Fall of the Legions, at least half of them. How the fighting had spread to becoming a full fledged civil war.

It had been surprising, yet not entirely so- that things had exploded so spectacularly, especially with hindsight-and with what his brothers, those who had survived The Deal and The Dusting (whatever the fuck that is) how things had been driven to that path.

Some of his brothers encouraged him to Join Chaos, others informed him that it was better to not doom and damn himself with such a thing. The Bonds- and how they affected things is terribly fascinating and he’s on one of the many research teams, as well as being Bonded himself, it helps with assessing how things are going and what, carefully, gently, the limits of certain kinds of Bonds are.

Imhoden is working on some paperwork, which ugh, is so fucking boring, yet is also incredibly important. He’d rather be researching and writing about interesting things. Not this sort of petty grox-shite.

He doesn’t realize how fierce his scowl is until he hears a familiar- yet not voice call out to him. “Oh dear- someone’s sour. What’s wrong Odie?”

Imhoden turns to look over and up at Janus, the sharp and angry features on his face lightening and brightening up when he recognizes Janus. His brother has changed- so Much, has lived so long, but there are still some recognizable parts of his brother’s soul and magic that makes it easier for him to recognize him.

His brother has been heavily twisted and mutated by the Chaos Deity of Change, trickery, and schemes. Janus is very bird-like in his movements and habits, as well as in looks. He’s got a flexible (disturbingly) flexible beak and has some feathers that twirl in dizzying patterns along his armor.

“I’m being punished with menial paperwork,” Imhoden complains dramatically.

“Why do you say that brother?” Janus asks, tilting his head, and with a teasing chuckle that sounds like a bird song, “And what did you do to deserve punishment.”

“Those fucking barbarian wolves deserved it,” Imhoden spat out, angrily, “Those fucking Space Wolf renegades were howling and jabbering about. Demanding help with one of their Number suddenly getting a bonded, but they didn’t know if it was one of three humans they semi-kidnapped.”

“Space wolves are barbarian bastards, yes,” Janus agrees with a whistle his hands, which have bird-like talons flex.

“I was, unfortunately,” Imhoden says unhappily, “The poor Psyker within grabbing range to assess them.”

“And?” Janus prompted gamely.

“The fuckers too offense to the fact that I’m a Son of Magnus,” Imhoden said, “And we got into a bit of a fight- the fuckers had me out numbered.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Janus says sympathetically as he eyes his brother for injuries- Space wolves could fight very dirty at times.

“The fight was stopped by Apothecary Hura,” Imhoden says with a grimace and a shudder. He’d met that particularly… twisted Chaos Space Marine before.

“Ah- and as punishment he sent you to do paperwork,” Janus says with a nod, “yes- Apothecary Hura is… Intimidating, and clever.”

“It was that or apologize to the Space Wolves,” Imhoden says, “And I was not going to apologize to those fuckers.”

“Hura’s great at picking horrible punishments that stick with a person.” Janus says with a grimace, “without going too far, so you can’t complain to the Base Commander for a different sentence. Especially since they could make you do some even worse grox-shit.”

“Yes!” Imhoden says, throwing his hands up in the air as he leans back in the chair.

“At least, it’s not worse.” Janus points out.

“... Yeah.” Imhoden says, “I think they pissed Apothecary Hura or his puppy of a not-apprentice Cedric though.”

“Why do you think that?” Janus asks.

“Hura inflicted a harsher punishment on them than he did for me.” Imhoden says smugly, “Or they are known Trouble Makers who get worse punishments from the get-go. Serves them right, either way.”

[batneko]

I wrote a short ficlet about my mumarou Journey to the West AU! I don't plan to do anything else with this, but it's fun to think about. 🐵📿

-

As she did most evenings, the old woman blew out the lamp in her front room and saw a faint light waiting outside the window. She opened the shutters and a pure white bird alighted on the sill, a tight scroll of paper held in its beak.

The old woman took the letter and said, “Thank you.” The bird trilled once and then dissipated into light, leaving only a single silver hair on the windowsill.

She took the letter and a candle with her back to the bedroom, where she and the girl she was fostering both slept. The new house the pilgrims built her was more than large enough for them to have their own bedrooms, but even after most of a year she still hadn't gotten used to it. Sharing a room made the space less lonely.

The girl was sitting up in her trundle bed, and started babbling when she saw the woman. The old woman carefully set down the candle, then smoothed back the child’s hair and sat down next to her bed. “Look, Zenko, we got a letter from Baba again.”

“Baba!” the girl exclaimed. “Babababa!”

She was still too young to understand her caretaker’s words, but she knew that “baba” meant she would get a story before bed. Her father’s pilgrimage could take a long time - possibly many years - and the old woman had promised that Zenko would grow up knowing her father no matter what.

It wasn’t a difficult promise to keep, with these letters arriving nearly every day. They were much easier to read now; in the months since the pilgrims left, the young man’s handwriting had improved by leaps and bounds. Diligent practice, no doubt, and perhaps a tutor among his friends. There was no better motivator than love.

“Let’s find out what Baba and his friend did today, shall we?” the old woman said. She held the letter close to the candle, and read aloud.

Dear Zenko,

I hope you and auntie are well. I’m as healthy as ever. Today we made good time for the first half of the day, we traveled about 80 li before we stopped for lunch. While we rested, me and my companions discussed the scenery and our plans for the next part of our journey.

-

“Because that’s not what a fucking volcano is, dumbass!” Garou said. 

“Then what’s a volcano?” Bado demanded. “Because I’m seeing a goddamn mountain that’s shitting smoke into the sky, so what else could it fucking be?”

The monk, the nominal leader of their party, coughed weakly. Without looking up from his meal, Garou handed him a water gourd. “Keep your mask on.”

“I’m fine,” Satoru said.

“No you’re not, you’re breathing smoke. Which is why we need to go around.”

“It’s not even a big volcano,” Bado said. “Can’t we go over?”

“It’s not a fucking volcano! It’s on fire. There’s a difference.”

“Not if you fly us over!”

“I’m not flying your fat ass over a forest fire!”

“Fuck you! I’m post-partum!”

“And smoke goes up!” Garou shoved a bite of food into his mouth. “We can’t take the squishy mortal over the- OW!”

Genos had thrown a clump of dried mud at him. He was carefully combing their horse’s tail, after already brushing its coat and checking its hooves. He always did this whenever they took a break, despite no one asking him to, and seemed to take a great deal of pride in it.

“Don’t eat with your feet,” Genos said, firmly.

“That had a rock in it, asshole!”

“You’re made of stone.”

“Not anymore!” Garou leaned back and wiggled his bare foot in Genos’ direction. “You’re just jealous you don’t have opposable toes.”

“Don’t look at him,” Genos said, soothingly, to the horse. “You don’t need to dirty your eyes with such vulgar things.”

“You’re vulgar!” Garou shot back.

“All life is vulgar,” Satoru said. “That’s why we should just go with the flow.”

“You’re terrible at your job,” Garou muttered. “Drink more water.”

“‘Kay.”

-

Since there was a large obstacle in our path, we decided to find the closest town and ask how the locals dealt with things like this. We learned that a noblewoman in the area has a holy artifact that can temporarily remove the obstacle, and Sir Satoru thought we should visit with her and share the righteousness of our quest.

-

“It’s not right, Garou!” Satoru exclaimed.

“Right or not, it isn’t our problem!” Garou had hooked Satoru’s robe on the end of his staff, and was currently suspending him off the ground. “We have got a very important quest to be on-”

Satoru’s feet pedaled helplessly in the air. “She’s extorting an entire community!”

“And all it’s gonna take to not be involved in this nonsense is traveling a few days out of our way!”

“If we just speak with her I’m sure she’ll see the light of reason!”

“I’m sure she won’t!”

Watching them a few feet away, Bado leaned over to Genos. “He’s doing the ‘light of reason’ one again.”

“Mm,” Genos agreed. “He shelved that one for a while. Think it’ll work?”

“Three days!” Garou was saying. “Three days versus however long it’s gonna take for you to be convinced some people don’t want to help others!”

“It cannot hurt to talk to the woman,” Satoru said. “That’s all! I just want to talk!”

“How long before the talking turns to fighting, you think?” Bado whispered.

“I’ll put ten on ten-to-twenty minutes,” Genos whispered back. “You going shorter or longer?”

“Oh, shorter, absolutely.”

Garou sighed heavily and let his staff shrink in his hand until Satoru’s feet were back on the ground. “Just talking. Right?”

“Just talking,” Satoru agreed.

“And if she refuses, we leave, right?”

Satoru smiled brightly, and turned back to keep walking.

“Satoru? Right?”

-

I agree of course that it’s wrong to charge a lot of money for something people need to live, so I was ready to back up Satoru’s point. Unfortunately it seemed like the noblewoman wasn’t in the mood to listen, so we engaged in a heated debate.

-

“I’ll kill you bitch!” the demoness screamed.

“Eat me!” Garou screamed back. The iron fan waved in the air and Garou tumbled through it, crashing into the wall of the demoness’s cavern home.

“You’re abusing your position of power!” Satoru shouted, over the clashing of metal and stone. “It isn’t right! If you’ll just help us for a moment-”

“Help? Help? You invade my home, you bring him-” She waved her fan again, knocking down two of Garou’s clones.

“In my defense, I didn’t know you had a history with my disciple!”

“I got lots of history with lots of people!” Garou said.

“Who beat up my dear baby son!”

“Your ‘baby’ tried to kill us!”

“And I’m going to finish the job!”

-

Negotiations broke down, though, so for now we're spending the night in the village. In the morning your uncle Garou will go and try to ask the noblewoman’s husband for help in convincing her.

It seems like Uncle Garou actually knows the husband from when they were younger. It's nice to have a lot of friends, isn't it? Just goes to show we’re all connected.

I'll write to you again if everything goes well tomorrow.

All my love,

Your father Bado

Bado finished his letter, passed it to Genos to check the spelling, then went outside to find Garou. The monkey king was perched on the low wall that circled the home of the devout family that had offered to put them up for the night. He glared up at the distant mountain, lighting up the sky in dirty orange even now after the sun had set.

“Hey,” Bado said. “I’m done, can you send it?”

“Yeah.” Garou plucked a hair from his arm and blew gently on the strand. It turned into a pure white bird, that took the letter from Bado’s hand and then flew off into the night sky.

“Thanks.”

Garou grunted.

“That lady sure is mad at you,” Bado said.

“I don’t even know her,” Garou said, his voice a grumble. “The Bull Demon King wasn’t married when we fought together. Least, I don’t think so.”

“Eh, even if she wasn’t mad at you, she wouldn’t have helped us. She’d just try to eat Sir Satoru like all the other demons.”

“I don’t know,” Garou muttered. “I know he’s a… a tempting target, but if it was just you and Genos, you could’ve at least convinced her putting out the fire would be less trouble than fighting us.”

“Or bribed her!” Bado said.

“Or bribed her,” Garou agreed. “There were options. If it wasn’t for…” His nose scrunched up.

“Wait. You don’t like, feel bad about it, do you?” Bado asked, surprised.

“I don’t know!” Garou threw up his hands. “All I know is, I pissed a lot of people off, and now all those people and their families are getting in our way. Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have done it.” He sighed.

“I mean, you didn’t kill him?”

“Only ‘cuz Satoru stopped me,” Garou said. “And if I tell his mom that, it’s not exactly gonna endear her to either of us.”

“Why not?” Bado asked.

Garou sighed again. “Okay, look at it this way. Let’s say your daughter is grown, and she gets beat up. We’ll make it more fair and say it was by another woman, not even a demon one. And you meet that other woman, and you’re mad, but then the woman says, ‘hey I could have killed her and I didn’t. So do me a favor, will you?’”

“I would kill her and serve her for lunch,” Bado said immediately.

“You get it.”

Bado pursed his lips and thought about it for a moment. “Oh… Oh! So that’s why she won’t help us.”

“Exactly.”

“So it is your fault.”

Garou sighed for a third time, long and loud. When he was done, he said, “Good talk, Bado.”

“Yep!”

“You’re not gonna tell Satoru about this, are you?”

“Nah,” Bado said. “Where is he though?”

Slowly, Garou straightened up. “What do you mean? Wasn’t he inside getting ready for bed?”

“Nnnnno?” Bado said. “I thought he was out here with you this whole time.”

They both stared at each other for a moment.

“You think he went to see the-”

“Of course he went to see the demon lady!” Garou hopped off the wall and pulled his staff from behind his ear. “Go wake up Genos! God, I swear, if that stupid monk lives to the end of this stupid quest, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life keeping him somewhere safe!”

Bado paused on the way back to the house. “I mean, you don’t have to?”

“No,” Garou sighed again, but this one didn’t sound as weary as the others. “I’m gonna.”

-

The letter wasn’t long - they rarely were - but Zenko had already fallen asleep before it was over. The old woman tucked the blanket around the child’s small shoulders and started to get ready for bed herself.

She folded the letter and placed it in the cedar box she’d found to store them. It was already full enough she had to push the latch to close it, and if the letters kept coming at this rate she would need to find a full-sized chest. Money wouldn’t be a problem, Zenko’s father sent some every week or so, but with the letters and the coins and all the gifts, the woman was likely to run out of storage even in this huge house.

It was funny the way that group had seemed so unlike pilgrims when she met them. With monstrous faces and terrifying powers, and the tempers or children. Even the monk leading them was rather naive and foolish. But when their companion decided to keep his child, they’d thought nothing of stopping here for months to support him. They worked together to improve the village and drive off any dangers nearby. She had seen that, now matter how much they bickered, these young men all cared about each other deeply.

The old woman had no doubt they would finish their journey, and Zenko’s father would come back to shower her in affection. And perhaps by then he would even have learned to speak a sentence without swearing.

[zeroducks-2]

The kid was just too damned slippery. Slade feinted left and struck right, hooked his leg, and at long fucking last brought him down to the dirty rooftop. He dropped his full weight across the kid's hips to keep him there and punched him in the face hard enough to snap his head back.

Beneath his domino mask, Nightwing snarled, blood on his teeth. He tried to bring one of his electrified escrima sticks up, but Slade snapped the side of his hand into the kid's wrist first, knocking it away.

He raised his fist again, then stopped mid-strike as he noticed what was happening off to the side. "Daemon," Slade said, and again, "Daemon." And, finally, "Musty!"

"You know I hate it when you call me that," Xiao Mei said, her little stoat body stretched out on her back beneath Nightwing's own daemon, like a reverse of their human counterparts.

"It's your own fault for making me call you," Slade told her testily.

The codename, a holdover from his early days as Deathstroke, didn't matter as much anymore with his identity more or less public under a thin veneer of plausible deniability. Still, it was the principle of the thing.

Xiao Mei turned her head and shot him a baleful look, but didn't otherwise move. She remained belly-up, Nightwing's bird daemon continuing to groom her with gentle nips of its beak. In the weird, floaty apparatus it wore, it was hard to tell exactly what type of bird it was, which was the idea. Dick Grayson held his own secret identity close to his chest and couldn't very well run around with the melanistic barn owl usually found perched on the shoulder of his civilian self.

Beneath Slade, Nightwing frowned. "X-Wing," he groaned, which was very much not the owl's real name. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning," Raji said shortly. "Her fur was all out of place." "Ok, I can see that, but usually when I'm fighting, you, y'know..." Nightwing trailed off, gestured vaguely. "You, uh, also fight?" Raji fluffed her feathers. "You can do as you like," she said. "I, however, am catching up with my friend."

The 'friend' stretched out further and made a happy sound. Slade would have to have a talk with her later. He looked to her, to the owl, and finally back at the vigilante still trapped under his body.

"X-Wing?" Slade repeated. "Like Star Wars?"

Nightwing's head turned towards him. "You know Star Wars?"

"I watched Star Wars before you were born, kid," Slade told him, affronted.

A shrug against the roof, and Nightwing conceded, "Point." He wriggled a little. "Are we still fighting?"

"No," Slade stood, offering a hand up. "I think the moment's been lost."

found this in my inbox ♥ love it. I planned to write a small continuation and never got around to do it, but it deserved to be put out there cause it's so good.

[firawren]

Anna/Kristoff | rated E | 3,276 words

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Vaginal Sex, Couch Sex, Dirty Talk, Anna has a filthy mouth, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Charades

Summary:

What if Elsa hadn't heard the voice and gotten weird during charades in Frozen 2?

Kristoff tries to propose to Anna right after the game of charades, but he's not able to get the words to come out right. So he resorts to a bit of impromptu charades to ask the big question. Anna says yes, of course—and then is so excited that she uses charades herself to make a suggestion of what they should do together next. The clues are: two words, first word sounds like “pets,” second word sounds like “duck.”

Written for Frozen Smut Week 2024, @kristanna-days

Read on AO3 or start with the excerpt below:

He and Anna were no strangers to each other’s bodies. They’d been a couple for three years now, and though Kristoff would have waited until they were married to do anything sexual, Anna didn’t have that kind of patience. He’d been terrified, at first, that he was going to get caught fooling around with the princess and get banished or something, but everyone in the castle seemed to turn a blind eye to the hints of their physical relationship. Even Elsa, apart from one extremely mortifying conversation about the importance of preventing pregnancy before one was married, was willfully blind to the whole thing.

So Kristoff didn’t feel bad about squeezing Anna’s butt and grinding back against her as they continued to make out in a castle sitting room. All the servants knew to knock by now.

But then Anna suddenly broke away from him and pushed herself out of his arms. He assumed she wanted to take this to his bedroom, but instead she held up two fingers and gave him a coy smile. “Two?” he said. “Two what?”

She raised her eyebrows at him and jerked her two fingers in the air for emphasis. “Oh, are you doing charades now?” he asked. She nodded. “That’s cute, but I liked kissing you bet—” He cut himself off when she gave him a stern look and stuck her other hand on her hip, still holding up two fingers. 

He sighed with an exasperated but fond smile. “Okay, fine. Two words,” he said. She held up one finger. “First word.” Cupped her ear. “Sounds like.” She bent down and made a petting motion, like she was stroking a dog or cat. “Petting?” She held her hands close together. “Pet!” She linked her little fingers together, the sign for plural. “Pets!” Her face lit up and she tapped her nose while pointing at him.

“Okay, sounds like ‘pets.’ Bets? Debts? Let’s?” She nodded happily and tapped her nose again. “First word is ‘let’s.’”

Anna held up two fingers. “Second word,” Kristoff said. She cupped her ear. “Sounds like.” She put her hand up to her mouth and nose, pointing her fingers outward, and opened and closed her fingers against her thumb. “Um, beak,” Kristoff guessed. She started waddling around the room. “No, bird! Duck!” She nodded vigorously and cupped her ear again.

“Sounds like ‘duck.’ Buck? Stuck?” She planted her hand on her hip again and tilted her head at him, an exasperated look on her face. “Okay, okay, two words, so the phrase is ‘let’s…fuck’?”

“Yes!” Anna exclaimed with a triumphant smile.

Kristoff laughed at how ridiculous it was to mime that instead of just saying it, and yet how cute and fun and Anna it was, too. He stepped toward her and grabbed her butt again to pull her back against him. “Yes, let’s stop playing charades, and let’s fuck.”

Read "Two words, sounds like 'pets duck'" on AO3

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt.6

Plot: lap dances and secrets..

Warnings: none?

“Oh fuck! I thought i heard a broad in here!” Tommy smiles wide, nikkis face chalk white behind your one that displays a similar ‘no getting away with this now’ look. “Man you moan like a bitch” he laughs and points to nikki who grabs him and drags him in, urging you out and slamming the door.

You barley sleep that night but wake up to a loud knock at your door once again, you get up and open it to see stu your manager. You expect to be told that he heard of you and nikkis little rendezvous the night before but he smiles “morning.. your little ‘display’ with nikki has done this tour and out marketing amazing, we are speaking to nikki separately and we are just asking if you would start making it regular.. you know. Pull him out and give him a lap dance or whatever.” You think for a few seconds and shrug, rubbing your face to wake yourself up “yeah.. i dont mind” stu grins and places his hand on your shoulder “you made the right decision” without another word the pudgy man twaddles to nikkis hotel room to ask him the same question, you quickly hide away, too ashamed to see his face.

You arrive at the arena, making your way to your dressing room to do your makeup and hair. 10 minutes into doing your face the door knocks “come in?” The door swings open and nikki walks inside with a bag of chips, making himself quite comfy on the shitty couch that sat at the wall. “Yes?” You ask him and he swallows “just wanted to hide from tommy, hes been making very loud comments about last night” you roll your eyes and put down your foundation brush “why hasnt he told anyone? Did you pay him?” Nikki chuckles and throws the scrunched up empty packet of chips at the wall “nope, but i know he cant keep his beak shut so.. times ticking hun”. “Nikki i dont want people to know, id rather die” he sits up “well.. double suicide? We can choke eachother out it at the same time” you shake your head, making your way over to sit beside him. “Now thats just stupid, your stronger.. youd kill me before you even loose your breath” you trail your hand down his muscular arm.

“So what do you think of what stu asked you?” He smirks, watching your hand wander on his arm “i said yes.. of course, free lap dance every night? I mean cmon now” his grin turns wolfish “your such a sleaze” you move in and kiss him softly, his head moving into yours. He nibbles on your bottom lip before moving back “cmon beautiful you know you love it” you shake your head and move back to the vanity to do your makeup “dont call me that.. its too relationshipie” he laughs and stands up “well.. i gotta go get my gear on.. i got some blow if your wanting some before the show?” You grin up at him “perfect..” nikki leans down and kisses you quick before leaving.

The crüe play first and you watch from the side, finding your heart warming to nikki, he really does put on a show. After, he struts off all sweaty and confident and it makes you clench your legs. “You watched the whole show?” He makes his way over to you “n-no?” You giggle “dont do that.. its too relationshipie” he pokes fun at you, smirking.

You get on stage and at the end of the set the crowd chant “snake-eyed love” over and over. the song where you give nikki the lap dance. “okay okay!” You laugh into the mic “now.. i got a special friend who would love to play” you say, the crowd going wild “oh nikki! Nikki baby!” You laugh into the mic, nikki appearing from the side like a dog who just heard their name, the road crew setting up a chair centre stage. “Now..’i think nikkis been quite a good boy, he deserves a treat doesn’t he?” The crowd cheer loudly as you lead nikki to the chair. You lower yourself to his lap and sit, talking to the crowd as nikki nibbles at your neck, his large fingers digging into your hips. “Hit it!” You shout, the band starting the dirty, sleazy bass line, your hips slowly winding onto nikkis as you sing.

Nikkis grips your hips possessively, trying not to wind up of you as you dance on him. It gets to the solo and you park yourself right on his erection, grinding more rough as he moans into your ear, his hips meeting yours halfway as the crowd go insane. You move your head to the side to glance at your manager who stands grinning wide, knowing hes getting more money from this but you glance round to your band and they clearly arent happy with relating your best song to mötley crüe.

After the sets done your drummer, mel, pulls you into her dressing room “youve been fucking nikki?!” She growls “mel, w-what are you talking about?” She rolls her eyes “dont play dumb, me and tommy talk and he talks.. alot.” You sigh and know theres no way out of this “i just dont get it! You know how much we hate him! Hes a total womanizer and he doesnt care about your feelings, he just wants to fuck!” You stand up straighter, trying to stand above her “nikki is NOT like that! He is sweet and understanding and kind!” “You are embarrassing yourself! Are you a fucking idiot?!” Mel laughs angrily “maybe i am an idiot but maybe im also an adult, who can make her own decisions.” You storm out, bumping into nikkis chest.

“Quick, lets go, everybody knows” nikki says with a frustrated look, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out the stadium, both of you still in your stage costumes and makeup, jumping straight into a cab.

[botanikos]

"Talk dirty to me."

❝ Oh, I will be absolutely filthy for you, my darling. . . .❞

But first, the owl will pull Blitz close, fingers delicately traversing his frame with feather-light touch. Soft, soothing kisses and small pecks peppered across his skin like constellations. Stolas emits a sweet and low sound, not quite a warble or a chirp; not necessarily a hum.

❝ You know I care so very deeply for you, don't you Blitz? That I would snatch stars from the sky just to see them dance in your eyes? Do you know that even the darkest and longest of nights, however heavy they may feel, are bearable with you by my side? Your smile, your laughter, the little animated flick that tail of yours — everything about you is luminous. I want to kiss every pain you have endured away. I want to hold you until the world feels smaller than you do, until whatever horrors that persist and nip at your boots are slinking away in distress with empty stomachs. ❞

Stolas tugs his lover, his light, closer until their frames are flushed together with not even a breath between them. ❝ You have been so generous, Blitzy. Always an eager and willing provider.~ I think it's my turn, don't you agree? ❞

Without an opportunity to speak, Stolas kisses him passionately. There is no space for words, no opportunity for anything more than the desperate chasing of tongue, taste, and heat. The prince only breaks away when both of them are nearing their limit, chests heaving with effort and oxygen deprived. ❝ Do you know what I could do for you? Have you a desire for me to enthrall you, to drive you all the way to the edge, desperate and waiting? You would be such a sight; flustered and riled up. . . . ❞ He gives a low hoot, mischievous smirk curling around his beak. He offers a flurry of warm, lingering kisses while one hand slips between them. He waits for the moment of contact, to witness the shift in Blitz's eyes, or the vocalization to occur. And only then does Stolas continue.

❝ I could take your succulent, sapid cock in my mouth and slowly work you up only to leave you swollen and desperate, aching to finish.~ Or I could use my hands — oh, how tender I could be! Agonizingly slow motions, stroking and pumping you; pausing to give you breaks that you desperately do not want! The torture is so delectable, is it not~? Or maybe, just maybe, if you so desired, I could be the one to fuck you for a change. I would have to hear you say so, though. Use your strong voice, Blitzy, and tell me exactly what you want.~ And I will give it all to you on a pretty little shining platter. ❞

❝ Have you eaten today, Blitz? Your favorite smoothie is not an answer. ❞ A swift and effortless change in topic.

[kissorkill16]

Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity faces the shadow.

(P.S., this is just a fanfic of what I wanted the Season 2 finale to be.)

Trinity was just about to go to her room when her mother stopped her.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?", she asked.

"I'm alright, Mom."

And that wasn't a lie. After her and her friends finally defeated Crowface and his gang of beak freaks, she actually felt relaxed. Like she had just been on a long vacation.

Her mother pulled her close in a warm embrace.

"Please, honey. Promise me that this time, you won't risk your life anymore.", she said. Trinity smiled and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist.

She nodded, "I promise, Mom. For real this time.", she said.

After a while, she and her mother let go of each other. Mrs. Bales left to join her husband in their shared bedroom, and Trinity went into her room and practically jumped onto her bed.

She was asleep faster than she's ever gone to sleep before.

A while later, she gasped awake. She was surprised to find herself laying on the cold, hard surface of a dirty ground.

She stood up, her head feeling heavy, but she steadied herself.

"How did I get here?", she wondered.

"Stay. Hide. Forever. Darkness."

Trinity nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone whisper behind her. She quickly turned around to see who was there, but there wasn't anyone behind her.

"Who's there?", she called out. "Who are you? Where am I? What -"

"Shush."

When Trinity turned back around, her eyes widened when she saw two little girls standing in front of her.

One of the girls had a red headband, brown hair, red dress, and red shoes. The other girl had orange hair, a blue striped shirt, and blue overalls.

"Who are you two?", she asked.

"Your worst nightmare.", said the girl in the red dress. "Did you really think we'd forget everything you put Nicky through?"

"Everything you put his friends through?", said the girl with ginger hair.

Trinity tried to run from the girls, "I don't even know who you two are!", she said. She felt something push her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her.

"We're Nicky's best friends.", said the ginger haired girl. "He's told you about us. Remember? The Rotten Core rollercoaster? The Peterson kids?"

Trinity's eyes widened in realization.

Lucy Yi and Mya Peterson.

Lucy and Mya suddenly came together, and they formed the body of a darkened and distorted shadow with a broken voice.

"Nicky is ours, Trinity! Remember that! You don't deserve him! And soon, he'll finally be with us again, and we'll be happy together forever!"

The shadow moved forward to her and started caging itself all around her body. Trinity desperately tried to fight off the shadow, but it was no use.

"STAY! HIDE! FOREVER! DARKNESS!"

Once again, Trinity gasped awake. She sat up on her bed, sweat dripping down her forehead. She clutched her chest so tightly, trying to steady her breathing.

She slumped back down on the bed, moaning in frustration.

"First Peterson, then Crowface, now this?!", she said. "How many monsters are in this fucked up town?!"

[desceros]

Leon blepping at you after... all of that... is just alslajbfjskaajkzj

He's gonna wash u and pamper u and then manhandle you so he gets a soak and practically floods the floor from displacing so much water. The feed u and cuddle for sleep.

And in the morning. Makes sweet, sweet, (2x sweet, nauseatingly so), gentle love till you gotta take another nap.

leo is the aftercare king in every iteration you can’t change my mind. also he fucks you dirty bc it feels amazing and you like it that way, but secretly he prefers the times it’s the other secret thing (not fucking, but the other thing, the two-word thing that makes his beak wrinkle in distaste to think about later when he’s hanging out on a random fire escape, grossed out at how sappy he is about it, chin propped up on his elbow so his hand can hide the way his mouth mirrors the jagged butterflies in his stomach)

[x-heesy]

𝙼𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚛 2006 🦁

Paid a fee door let me in free

Some of us pro and don't need id

I speak and birds open up they beak

Fly fly from inside slow motion speed

Loop senses drop your britches and work

Herc power struck down a jerky nurse

Phony medical robe surely came from home

Pull the knot out stoked tag t'the mack en vogue

Que modela Coachella when the tunes released

Planetary domination hardly get to sleep

Marley weekend freak, smoke a blunt and eat

Pancake dirty date kirbey lane on e

Honey claws got the psalms for the junky church

Runny gaws hitting pause so your body don't hurt

I think I'm finally perched on a tree to desert

The underground coma sound bullshit that's the worst

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Shoot a lot of lip get split like Gemini

Two hemispheres two mind one pan fry

My business truncate nemesis

Now future's free of skirmishes

Deep fucking d cup tournaments

Slow busting thrusting murderous

Nightlife want me back by nine

Finish up exchange and ride

Put a lot into coup de etat none of this is new to me

Fuckers thought they'd play the part super Clarke change the scene

Likely dream cept for the part pertaining to the talent

Them motherfucking money-suckers chop 'em into salad

Ceiling w/a pillow watching the prophecy drop

Somehow feeling halfway guilty sleeping the sympathy off

Pray for anarchist law blind mischivalrous pigs

You can't cuff up my wrist if you can't find it

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Digital animals freaky folks

Belly covered up t-shirt red tiger

Drool down the lip striped saber-toothed slimmer

Dribble spit tip scale dirty dogma

Puppy love blocked shaka twa ménage

Ninja, ninja, vanish m.o. creep

Naughty fucking freaks and busting techniques

East west battle best turn your bones to ashes

Send 'em to the kin w/ the symbol on the package

Grow the fascination larger than it ever was

Walls kicked over Berlin snap cameras

Gallagher Petey G sledgehammer family

Dabble w/ insanity granted me the amnesty

I learned my lesson messing up my life is not the way to wreck it check the sm58

Replace the vibe behind your face piece

Bass beats your basics plus me it's the combination

Known to defeat the beast and his gatekeeper

D d d d d d d d d digital animal freaking folks

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𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 💚🩵

[burning-fcols]

Travis can't help it. He doesn't like what he's seeing & why should he? Anthony was practically hanging all over that cat looking guy! Drooling by the looks of it! It stirs something ugly in the pit of his stomach & a growl bubbles from the back of his throat. Yes, Angel is a porn star, yes he was bound to flirt. But to where he could see it? When it wasn't even for work? That guy looked like he was getting genuine flirts & that alone wasn't fucking fair! After all he cared for Anthony. Was even going so far as to having his back during a tough work day & this was what he got to see in turn? Hands are clenched into tight fists as he waits until the other guy left the scene before striding up to Angel, looking clearly torn between angry & just disappointed. "You've got some fucking nerve. Who is he, huh?" ( uh-oh :'3 -sends another jelly bean- ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Ever since that first after-work conversation with Travis— a genuine, surprisingly non-creepy one —things have been changing between them. Not intentionally; Angel is smart enough not to seek a listening ear from the guy whose life mission is to get back in the porn star’s pants. That’s just asking for obnoxious attempts at manipulation. But Travis is a persistent sort. Only lately, his relentlessness has reared its head in ways that DON’T make Angel want to rip out the other’s feathers. Who would have thought Travis could be kinda sweet when not drooling all over the place? In a way that, reluctant as Angel is to fully believe it, doesn’t seem fake.

Still laced with selfish intent ( as things always are ) but— crazy as it sounds —it feels more like he’s being romanced than seduced. As if the crazy avian thinks he has a shot at MORE than another fuck. As if Angel could ever be allowed to pursue more, even if he wanted to. Which he doesn’t. He can’t. Not letting himself entertain such stupid hypotheticals, Angel had tried to leave such troubles BEHIND him along with the work day. But apparently, he wouldn't be allowed even that reprieve.

Startling at the unexpected newcomer, Angel abruptly stops before he can follow Husk through the doors of the hotel. Having ran into the bartender taking a breather outside— needing to get away from whatever bat-shittery was going on in the lobby —Angel hadn't wasted the opportunity for good-natured flirting banter. Hoping to distract himself from the headache of a Director he THOUGHT he left behind and fervently trying to ignore how his actions felt more playful than serious. How interacting with Husk ( despite being a comfort ) didn't elicit the same... confusing tightness in Angel's chest. One would think that'd be a good thing.

It's not.

Tensing, he rolls his eyes with a mutter of ❝ Stai scherzando, cazzo. ❞ before sharply turning on his heel to face Travis. Speaking louder so the other can hear, fur bristles as he emits an indignant scoff and dryly retorts, ❝ Oh— I've got some fuckin' nerve? Big talk comin' from th' STALKA' on my fuckin' doorstep. ❞ Fists clenched at his sides, one arm dramatically sweeps across himself as if motioning in the direction of the V Tower, ❝ What, suffocatin' me durin' work ain't good enough fer ya anymore? You gotta stick yer beak inta my business here 'cause I won't let ya stick yer dick inta my ass THERE? ❞

Bitterly barking out a laugh, Angel crosses his arms and questions through a sardonic smile, ❝ Or are ya here on ❛ official bus'ness ❜ ? Hmm? Y'doin' th' Vees dirty work like a loyal li'l bitch? Did one of THEM send ya here ta ruin my fuckin' night. ❞ Frankly, he doubts it. If Valentino wanted something, his phone would be blowing up. Vox likely would have sent one of his other assistants. Someone less liable to get distracted from the task at hand... and Velvette isn't the type to work through people who aren't directly under HER influence. But Angel spats out the accusation regardless, hoping to remind Travis exactly WHAT connects them.

They both happen to belong to the same shitty group of people. Nothing more.

He purposely ignores the question about Husk— he's not about to throw around specific names to someone with a jealous demeanor and access to Valentino —hoping to throw Travis off-balance enough for him to neglect to realize he didn't actually get an answer. 「 ☆ 」