#I built a bit of a beast

[blackknight95857669]

"Finished" PC Build

Backstory: Starting 2023 I was still running a cobbled together mess of a PC, the heart of which was a Dell Studio XPS desktop from 2010. Yes, THIRTEEN YEARS old. I got 2 of them from a gaming company in 2012 for the price of a tank of gas, thanks to knowing someone working there that had been tasked with E-wasting all the Windows PCs. Company was switching to iOS dev.

Anyway, at its heart was the Dell Mobo, which featured a 1st Gen i5-920. By this point, the OG GPU was long gone and I had "upgraded" with a 1050TI. 16gigs of DDR3 RAM. This basic as hell setup had served me admirably for a decade, for a couple reasons.

I run Linux.

I have never been a HEAVY PC GAMER. Sure, I have gamed on PC since I first got one in 2005 (yeah, kinda late to the game, considering I was almost 30, lol), but I mostly used my PC for World of Warcraft, other similar MMOs, and what are now called Indie games on Steam. I've had consoles from like 6yrs old, and I tend to prefer them as they are the cheap option for gaming. I appreciate what a modern PC can do (esp lately with RT etc) but like, more often than not PC gaming can be as much of a chore as it can be fun.

Now, starting around March 2023, that old PC began having strange errors with the RAM, which would cause Firefox to crash tabs/completely, among other things. Eventually it broke my Linux Mint OS badly enough it just stopped allowing me to login. Finally figured out the HDD I had was failing and got an SSD. Installed Garuda on it and pretty quickly realized I had Mobo issues as the RAM was still reporting less DIMMs than it had, half the time.

At this point, a friend that was aware of the issues offered to mail me an i5-6400, to build a "new" system around. Naturally I accepted and bought a Fractal Meshify 2, some new DDR4 RAM, DeepCool Gammax, and a used MSI Krait Gaming Mobo. Stuck the new parts in the new case, and moved over storage/GPU from old PC. Booted and updated the OS, then launched WoW. Still getting 10fps in Valdrakken. Shit. Guess I need to upgrade this GPU.

So I bought an RX 6800. Stuck it in the case and booted. Updated the OS, which brought the Mesa drivers on board. Launched WoW again. 10fps again. What the fuck. Thought maybe swapping from Nvidia to AMD might have left over some driver mess, so I fresh installed Garuda and got all set up. Logged WoW Main again. STILL 10fps. WTF. Took my Main to SW, stood in front of the bank, then logged an alt with NO UI. Holy shit, there's a 35fps difference between them. My UI was broken, lol. Spent a day fixing that. Now I get 20fps in Valdrakken, but 55ish everywhere else. This is good.. but... What if I upgraded the core to something current gen, say AM5?

Finally we arrive at the part the title of this post suggested, building the "new" PC. I went to Newegg and picked out a Ryzen 5 7600X, MSI Mag B650 Tomahawk WIFI Mobo, G.SKILL FlareX5 32g RAM kit, and a TFORCE 2TB M.2 SSD. I also got a "free" 1TB Sata SSD with the CPU, it was also a TFORCE. The following are the pics of the "build" process. There will also be an aside for a complication. ProTip: be real fucking sure everything you want to put into a PC is absolutely compatible. Some things say they are when they aren't. You'll see what I mean.

Here's the parts laid out and ready to be installed.

This Mobo has a ton of IO.

The iFixit "Pro Tech" toolkit. I got it on sale for I wanna say 80 bucks a few months ago, as of today it's listed for $75, and I think it's definitely worth the money.

Here we see the 3 M.2 slots. 2 of them have included heat sinks. Nice.

ProTip: Remember to peel the fucking plastic off these thermal pads, cause they don't really work with it on there.

Like a glove.

ProTip: it's real damn important to make sure you put the RAM in the proper dual channel config on an AMD system. On this motherboard there is a little diagram pointing out that the slots the sticks are in clearly say "first" on them, which is a nice touch. If you look closely, you can barely make out the very fuzzy diagram printed just above the heat sink bracket on the right hand side of the CPU.

Storage in place with the little "carder heat sink" strip in place. This SSD came with its own heat sink but I'm going to use the one that came with the board.

Like so.

And here's the board, ready to go into the case for further assembly.. however, it was at this point that i realized that the EVGA 650w PSU I had didn't have two 8pin(4x4) CPU cables. I got it open box, no manuals etc, and could have sworn it had 2 cables but I was wrong. Makes sense, really, 650 watts would be cutting it too close with this build. Bummer.

Ok, well I can at least move over my DeepCool Gammax heat sink. I looked at the listing from when I bought it and it says "AM5 compatible". I watched a vid that said "hey as long as your cooler doesn't use a back plate, it should work with AM5"

LIES, BOTH OF THEM. I tried to get the DeepCool on there but the brackets didn't quite line up, and then even if I could kinda fudge it a little to make that work, the screws were threaded differently. Fuck. So at this point, in the middle of a somewhat heavy storm, I had to make a run to Best Buy and hope the store really did have the things the website said it did. Thankfully, it did (and I guess yay for living in a decent area or something? cause I've heard stories about BBs having like 3 PSUs from one brand, so "my" store having 19 from 6 brands is luxury, it seems. I miss Fry's). Picked up an EVGA GT 850w 80+ Gold with auto Eco Mode and a Cooler Master Hyper 212 Halo, which was extremely lucky as it was the only one in the store.

That out of the way, the build can continue.

Coming along nicely. Sorry about the quality of some of these pics btw, I'm getting old so the eyes ain't what they were plus I had been dealing with this for several hours by now so I was also cranky and kinda rushing through the pics part. They looked good on the phone, less so once I moved them to the PC, heh.

Oh thank fuck, it posts. Ignore the slightly dirty desk, I been busy damn it.

That's looking clean as fuck. Yeah that old USB IO thing is old and kinda looks stupid but like, never can have enough ports, right?

I really do like this Fractal Meshify 2 case. It's laid out super well and is a breeze to build in. I mean just look at that cable routing, yo. And I was kinda rushing and not really being that finicky about it lol.

And it's home. Yeah, yeah, I know I need to clean up the cable situation on the left, there. I'll get to it. Also yes, there's some rust on that standing desk pole. I got it for free and it had been sitting outside. I've meant to clean that up but just haven't gotten to it, heh. Living in an RV as a not small dude (6ft1 240lbs or so) makes doing things like this just kinda suck, honestly. Add another person to the mix and yeah things can get tight. A 28ftx8ft box to live in just ain't the best time in the world, lol. We make do, though.

Finally, I figure I can give one nod to the RGB fans, so here you go. The Halo's fan in all its glory. I have since installed OpenRGB and managed, even on Linux, to gain access to the RGB controller and set the brightness to minimum.

I have run some benchmarks with Phoronix. I guess at least one person who might read this may be interested, especially Linux fans? So here's links to those:

GLmark2

Unigine Valley

Blender - this is an all tests, best of 3 run. Took a couple hours, which meant it was a great stress test for the CPU. I had no problems, which is impressive as the CPU sat at what I understand to be the throttle point temp of 95C. Yeah. I'm going to be looking into a better cooling solution or at least add another fan to the heat sink and see if that helps.

There's also 3 tests from when I was running the i5-6400 with the RX 6800.... if you wanna see what happens to a GPU when you severely bottleneck it, lol. If anyone actually reading this is interested you can just click "System Logs" on any of the links above, then "Show System Information" which will take you to a list of all benchmarks I've done so far.

Well, I guess that's it. Hope this was interesting and/or amusing to whoever reads this. Thanks for taking the time.

Edit*******

Oh and by the way, I launched WoW again after I finished, despite it being late and I was sore and tired. But I just had to see. I am now unable to get less than 35-40fps in Valdrakken, and I'm averaging nearly 100 anywhere else. I actually saw 130fps a few times. I'm not sure I've ever seen that high a number even when I flew as high as is allowed and looked straight up, lol.

In other words: yes, it was worth it. Especially if I can manage to baby this thing well enough it lasts me at least a few years before I "have" to think about upgrading it. Again.

[oozeandgoo-art]

stupid asshole who lives in my brain

[bumpscosity]

can weirdmageddon start already i'm getting bored here

[floorpancakes]

zhongzhu is lanky clamp boy yuri

[baalzebufo]

built up my first slaangor! babies first warhammer :) these models are So Cool looking, cant wait to try to prime n paint this dude tomorrow hehe

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Minotaur Ranch

cw: cnc, dubious consent, monster fucking, bestiality(?)

Based on the Eggpregtober Fic 3

I keep imagining what it'd be like to work on a Minotaur Ranch.

The beasts mostly keep to themselves, grazing the fields and laying around in the shade. They can act real cute with you sometimes. Nuzzling into your palm when you scratch their head just right. Mooing impatiently to be let out after being cooped up at night. It's easy to forget they're running on primal instinct until one shoved you against a wall and rips through your pants.

That's when you remember the rules of the ranch: Don't pet the Minotaur, Don't feed the Minotaur, and Don't ever present your ass to a Minotaur.

You hadn't thought these rules were that important.

How could you have known that petting and rubbing their bodies with soothing touches would be seen as an act of submission. It never would have occurred to you that feeding them a bit of your lunch every once in a while would be seen as a sign of courtship.

And when you turned around to pick up some equipment off the floor, how could you foreseen that the bull behind you would take it as a sign you were in heat.

Muscular hands hold you off the ground. As your legs dangle below you, you feel the wet muzzle of your Minotaur lick into your neck. It's meant to be a soothing gestures as he lines his bovine cock against your opening, but all you feel is terror at the rough fucking about to take place.

You've seen the ways the Minotaur's fight each other in the fields. It's part of their DNA to show dominance to the weak. You've heard of monster "bitching" before, and you know it's supposed to be an act of ferocious claiming meant to humiliate a subservient other.

You close your eyes, waiting for the pain of being split on Minotaur cock, but instead yelp as they pull you up further off the ground and lick you. Their tongue is long, wet and thick, thicker than a human cock. You can't help but moan as it breaches your hole. That only seems to encourage it, roughly thrusting it's tongue into you as deep as it can go. You writhe in its grip. At the angle its holding you, you can look down and see its tongue pushing your skin taut.

Once it's satisfied you've been opened enough it moves you down, back over its cock and thrusts inside. It doesn't hurt. It's so gentle with you, fucking you like it knows you weren't built for the full force of a Minotaur's strength. You clench down as you cum from the treatment. It bellows loud and low at how good you feel.

It fucks you against the wall like that. Slowly rocking forward into your human frame You can't help but imagine if you had been any other Minotaur. Would it have fucked you harder? Or was Minotaur mating far softer than you gave them credit for? You'll have to answer those questions later. Right now, you just want to focus on your next orgasm.

You know its close when it starts to breathe heavier and thrust a little faster. Wet slapping sounds fill the air as its balls hit your thighs. In one final thrust, it groans and hot cum fills you. You can feel its balls draw up behind you. You didn't realize how long a Minotaur could cum until minutes passed and you were still being filled. Most of it has pooled between your legs and onto the floor, but your bulging tummy is aching from what little can fill it.

But you love it. You loved being bred by your bull. You wished you could be fucked over and over again just like this.

As it pulls out of you and holds you limp in its grasp, it hands you over to another Minotaur. The whole herd had watched you be claimed, now they think your a mare in heat. You can't blame them. As you spread your legs for the next bull, you think about how good it is to work on a Minotaur ranch.

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister���and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[delulluart]

Rise and Fall of Empires

Thoughts on symbolism, a short history lesson and Details under the cut!

Based on the Gladiateur Mourant by Pierre Julien (1779), I wanted to pick up the Theme of Impera, but, kind of before Impera. The neoclassical theme of the statue sparked the historian energy in me:

Using the antique laurel wreath - but inspired by the one Napoleon, as one of the biggest symbols for Imperialism, wears in paintings, a golden one, instead of one made from the plant - in a homage to both Roman Emperors and later ones, like Napoleon, referencing them, to depict Copia as the ruling figure, the one who built the empire.

The dagger, a roman pugio, too, is a nod to the Antiquity, but the late Republic: It's Brutus' (we know the shape from coins; i just satanised the cross a bit) that he used to stab Caesar, who is so iconic that his name even became the word for emperor in many languages.

I put Copia here in the roles of some famous ruling figures, who, yes, brought their respective empires to new heights, reached a god-like status, but also, ultimately, failed.

But, it's not necessarily an end, a failure, here - the dagger, glowing brightly, as it stabs him through his mark of the beast tattoo. The thought was to maybe make this the end of the Cardinal, who had just ascended to Papacy (old face, old paints) and now fully grows into Papa Emeritus IV, achieving even more. Or something. Maybe it just looks rad. (I put quite a bit of thought into this for once and I actually really like how it turned out; Caravaggio & co are some of my faves; I love Ghost and the roman antiquity and hopefully didn't bore y'all to death with nerd ramblings)

Proof that it sparkles which can't be seen in the edited scan:

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ FILLED ˎˊ˗ turning stress into fucking you pregnant

⟢ characters : Vander

⟢ warnings : fem!reader, impregnation kink, hickeys, rough sex, p in v, breast and nipple play, dumbification, belly bulge, mating press, creampie

You knew by the look your husband gave you when he entered the bedroom after a long and tedious shift at The Last Drop that he was no less than in a bad mood. He did not need to speak any words for his demeanour gave away everything you needed to know.

"Long day?", you tested the waters, voice more silent than you intended it to be, hoping he wouldn't notice your hesitation. But all Vander gave you was a grunt as he plopped down onto the bed next to you, laying on his stomach to hide the raging boner he had right now.

Truthfully, he was in a bad mood but even more he just wanted to fuck you and take all his pent-up stress and anger out on your little, tight pussy. He wanted nothing more than to get pussydrunk and lose himself in the feeling of your walls spasming around him as he shoots rope after rope of his seed into you, hopefully finally knocking you up with his child after all these years.

"Want me to help you relax?", you cooed into his ear, leaning down. Vander takes a sharp breath in, wondering if you were a psychic who was able to read his mind or if the tent in his pants was too obvious when he walked into the room, either way he would be a dead man if he ever said no to such an offer, especially coming from his wonderful wife.

"Mhm, I could need some help", he replied in a hum, turning to fave you, his large hand immediately coming to cup your cheek - or rather almost of the left side of your face - before he leans in and plants a chaste kiss onto your soft lips. He groans at the taste and wastes no time, deepening the kiss until his tongue finally found it's way into your wet cavern, tongues fighting for dominance although both of you knew it was always Vander that won those battles.

You whine and moan into the kiss which sends his mind and body into overdrive, the last bit of sanity he still had in himself snapping. Immediately he changes positions, caving you underneath his much larger frame, towering over you like a beast that had just caught it's prey, the gaze in his eyes lustful.

Taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head to the side he began peppering kisses onto the side of your neck before turning those soft touches into an inferno of biting and sucking, making sure to leave no spot unmarked.

Hearing you moan his name because of that, both of his hands instinctively travel down your body, undressing you as they did so until you were completely bare before him. Gods, you were a sight to see. One of his large palms cupped your sex, fingers teasing themselves in between your lips, spreading around the slick that had built up from arousal, making you mewl and wreath under his touch.

"Vander, please", you whined, not wanting to get teased at all, just wanting him to fuck you finally.

It's been so long since he last got to actually fuck you properly without being interrupted that Vander forgot every good manners he had, just slamming his dick into your tight cunt, not even undressing, only having freed his member from its confines.

"Sorry love", he groans at the feeling of your tight and unprepared pussy around his thick and heavy cock. It took everything in him to not just start slamming his dick into you over and over again but he knew in how much pain you were right now, so he gave you all the time you needed.

He had always been long and thick and no matter how often you took his dick nor however much prepping he did, it hurt every single time feeling him splitting you open like it's your first time ever taking a dick. In the meanwhile sucking and nibbling on your breasts and nipples, drenching them in his spit and finger prints from gripping them tightly.

Every now and then his hips would buck, drilling his cock against your cervix which made you cry out in pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Can... Move...", you moan in between words and in the same breath Vander pulled back his hips before slamming them back into yours, burying his dick deep in your cunt over and over again until you were reduced to a babbling mess, eyes rolled back into your head and tongue lulling out, making drool run down your chin and drip onto the sheets beneath your head.

"Mh, gods, fuck. Needed your tight cunt so bad. Fuck, you always feel so good. Best way to - nngh - to forget the shit day I had at work", Vander groaned or even almost growled as he pistoned his cock into you, watching his shaft disappear into the depths of your body only to find it's outline appearing on your stomach, belly bulging from his sheer size and thickness. Instinctively he puts his hands onto your abdomen, pressing down on it as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, folding you in half until you were caged in a mating press.

The movement became even harder and faster, almost animalistic, as he fucked the air out of your lungs, your mind completely blank, the pleasure he made you feel the only thing that occupied your thoughts.

Like a wild beast he grunted and groaned and growled, angling his hips so that with every thrust he would hit your g spot and cervix all the while continuing to press down on your abdomen to add extra pleasure to your already fucked out state.

As much as Vander enjoyed fucking you, the way you made him feel had him soon near the edge, the noises he made becoming louder and louder, his thrust becoming harder and harder and faster and faster.

"Gonna fill that tight little pussy and knock you up. Gonna breed you nicely and make you a mother", he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around his shaft, accentuating every other word with a deep and harsh thrust.

"Yeah you like that? Want me to breed that bad, huh?", he let out a low chuckle before finally crossing the finish line, spilling his seed into your warm cunt while having you spasms around his shaft violently, your fluids gushing out of you and staining his pelvis from how hard he made you cum, riding out both of your orgasm with a few more shallow thrusts.

Exhausted he moved the two of you so you'd lay on his chest, his dick still deeply buried within you to ensure his cum will not go to waste, the two of you soon drifting off into sleep.

[codnasties]

bull rider!ghost 👻

having an uni bestie that's from a small rural town as someone who was born and raised in a city has it's perks, like getting to experience things you had never experienced before. and i'm talking about going to a rodeo.

crowd roaring as a new rider sat on an angry bull and got tossed into the air as the animal bucked fiercely. the first few wild dudes that you had seen were interesting. you know, the attraction of something new that you had never really seen before. but after a handful of them it started getting a bit boring, but your friend was cheering on so loudly and seemingly enjoying that so much it would probably be rude to tell them that you weren't having so much fun.

trying to find some kind of entertainment, you told your friend you were going to go and get a drink, because at this moment a beer looked like it would bring you some semblance of entertainment.

but you were wrong, because as you make your way back to the rodeo grounds, your eye caught a rider that was different. he had a commanding and charming aura to him, something that impelled you to look at him. well, maybe it was more that just the way he carried himself.

it was the way those jeans seemed to hug those thick thighs of his, how, with the help of the chaps he was wearing, they left little to imagination, giving you a perfect view of his ass. and oh what an ass! and his shirt... the way his strong and built muscle seemed to flex and ripple with each movement that he made.

when you finally made it back to where your friend was sitting - which took you longer than the way to the bar because of adoring such a man -, this mysterious dude was now on the chute, lowering himself onto one hell of an angry bull.

while the rest of the riders had caught your eye, there was nothing but anticipation inside of you to see him try to tame that ton and a half bull. and he did not disappoint, the beast beneath him bucking trying to get him of.

it wasn't just the way he has holding on or how long those eight seconds seemed to last when it was him on the arena. it was the way his hips swayed trying to follow the bulls movements, the way the bicep of the arm he was using to hold on became impossibly bigger with the tension, the veins that were proptinding on the hand he had up in the air, the glimpse of tattoos on his forearm as the sleeve of his shirt got pulled by his muscles.

before you ever realised, the buzzer had sounded, indicating that the time necessary was over and that he could now get off the bull. and when he did, you became even more intrigued by him and how fucking tall he looked and how he, amazingly, had managed to keep the hat he was wearing on his head the whole time.

seeing how entranced you were by this one specific rider, your friend immediately gave you that information that you were unknowingly desperate to know. "his name is simon riley, but they call him ghost"

"ghost?", you asked them back.

"yup, because of the way he rides, breaks records and then fucking vanishes. the public doesn't really know much about him or his personal life. and it's also a know fact that is hard to even get to meet him and talk to him" they explained. "oh, an also he ghost every single person that he fucks'

"hmm interesting", you hummed, starting to get into your head that as much as this 'ghost' seemed attractive and got you horny just from looking at him, he was quite unreachable and maybe a bit of an asshole.

"yeah, the man's a beast at what he does", they exclaimed, cutting your thought process.

"i can see, you don't need me to tell me twice", you uttered back.

"and he's actually a cousin of mine! let me introduce you to him'" they gave you further explanation.

you couldn't help the immediate 'oh' that left you. because you actually had a chance to talk to this man an maybe, maybe try to cham your way into those tight jeans of his. because an asshole has his charm, you know?

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

hope y'all enjoyed that, i just pulled this out of my pussy.

no smut just pure hornyness. anyways, save a horse ride a cowboy or sum

[just-a-ghost00]

🧟‍♂️ THRILLER NIGHT🧟‍♀️

In this 18+ reading, we are enquiring about the following themes :

What about you makes them go feral

What their instincts want them to do to you

How freaky can they be at night

This is going to be a lengthy reading, so bear with me. Minors do not interact.

Group 1 🧟‍♂️

What about you makes them go feral? | knight of wands, 4 of swords, High Priestess

They love your bold, assertive presence. How you never give in to temptation and are always in control of your emotions, no matter what they try to do. How you firmly stand your ground and remain in your power. They love the mystery you surround yourself with. Especially when it comes to your intimacy, sexuality. They are turned on by your passionate yet calm demeanour. For some of you that may be practicing divination or occult arts, they also get turned on by that aspect of you. Something about you is just bewitching to them. They love your intensity, your stubbornness, your reserved nature. They get turned on by the fact that you are so guarded on a daily basis and they might be the only one that gets to see beyond the walls you’ve built to protect yourself. They are turned on by the resistance you create when you are prioritising yourself. You’re not someone to mess with. You’re not what they would qualify as an « easy » person, someone that has no boundaries, no sense of preservation, no reserve. With the combination of the knight of wands and the 4 of swords, I get the feeling of someone being extremely astute when it comes to flirting. You know when to push and when to pull back, you create an interesting dynamic that keeps this person on their toes. The combination of those two cards with the High Priestess reminds me of someone that likes banter, mind games. I get the sense of someone pretty sarcastic and witty, who sees through the other's seduction attempts. It's like you've been through it all and you can't be bothered. They like how you can see through them and know exactly which buttons to push. It makes being with you more interesting and challenging. I feel like both of you like to be mentally challenged and stimulated. You may tend to be a bit harsh with them and that's actually something that turns them on as well.

What their instincts want them to do to you | 8 of wands, 8 of swords, The Hermit, Strength

If I had to put it into simple words, it would be something like "I gotta act quick or they will disappear from my sight". There's an urgency to this person's actions and thoughts guided by their instincts. And one way they want to do that is by locking you up in their bubble. They want to get a grab of you and never let go, keep you stuck in their energy because they know damn well that you won't wait for them if they mess up. They know damn well that you are precious and that if they don't act on it, someone else will. That is actually their biggest fear : to lose you to someone else while they're gone. Because I feel like you're currently not in contact with this person or if you are, the communication isn't going smoothly. You are busy and this person is busy somewhere else, and they're thinking that if they don't hurry up, you'll forget about them. They want to take you away somewhere no one can ever disturb the connection you share, away from prying eyes and envious people. They feel very possessive over you. It's funny, because in the deck I'm using, the Strength card is called Lust. It depicts a multi headed chimera that looks like a lion encircling with its body a beautiful and sensual naked woman. In this card, it's like the beast is marking its territory. How fitting ! Because that's exactly the impression I get from this person. They want to mark you as theirs. Their instincts tell them to claim you. In their mind, it's like "I gotta show them I'm the one, I have to be the best so they can only see me". If they could entangle your body to theirs forever, they would do it without any hesitation. There isn't a single doubt about their carnal desire for you and the need for them to show the world how you belong to them. Based on what we've seen so far, I'd say that this person has BDSM tendencies, enjoys foreplay, dirty talking and leaving marks of their deeds on their partner (hickeys, bite marks, claw marks). This person may want to tie you down, metaphorically and litterally.

How freaky can they be at night | 10 of wands, 4 of wands, page of swords, 3 of cups

The key words associated with the 10 of wands and the 4 of wands were "oppression" and "completion". I almost mistook the 4 of wands with the 9 of wands for some obscure reason. This gives me the feeling that in bed, this person can be very intense and match your level of intensity. If they let you dominate and control the connection in public, during the day, behind close doors, they are keen on showing you who's the boss. This person is a dom. They are rough when it comes to sex. But what matters the most to them is that you enjoy it as much as they do. So they will need a lot of communication from their partner. This person wants things to be clear and explicit for everyone. Even if they are pretty bossy and impatient, they will ask for your consent. They will want you to feel validated and they ask of you to do the same. In bed, this person is vocal. They definitely dirty talk and like to call their partner pet names. To them, sex is a way to feel whole by merging with their partner. It's also a way for them to release pressure, stress, frustration. They view it both as a duty and an honor. And let me tell you, when it comes to that, they are very giving. They're an all rounder. Anything you want to do, they gladly do it. They like to show off in such times. If this person is into body building or tends to be flexible, they'll use that to their advantage. They tend to fuck fast and they tend not to last very long because they get too hyped up. However, they have no problem going at it several rounds in a row. They have stamina. This person may have a voyeurism kink. They may enjoy filming or taking pictures to save for later. They might watch a lot of porn when you're not around. With the 3 of cups, this person could fantasize about threesomes. It can also show an interest in alcohol as a way to calm their nerves and get in the mood. It could also mean that setting the tone, creating a nice atmosphere before and after sex matters a lot to them. Though they may seem heartless in certain aspects, this person values emotional connection and safety. So they wouldn't neglect the aftercare. They wouldn't get into sex straight away either, no matter how turned on they may be. They'll always ease their partner into it and make sure that they are doing okay afterwards. I pick up on words of affirmation, reassuring physical touch like brushing your hair or massaging your body to alleviate the pain or stress, acts of service like washing you up after or carrying you to bed.

Group 2 🌕

What about you makes them go feral? | ace of swords, knight of wands, 8 of cups clarified by the 6 of swords

You are independent. You bow to no one. You take no orders, buy no BS and you sure as hell don't lower your standards. You don't wait for others to validate you to feel good about yourself. You don't need this person. You are completely detached from the outcome of this connection, no matter how you feel about them. You are quirky and bluntly honest, there is no second guessing with you. When you want something, you go for it. You don't complain, you don't back down. You just get going and get the work done. Which this person appreciates 100%. They get turned on by you because you take the lead. You're ruthless and bold, you seem to be unafraid of whatever may be coming your way. In their eyes, you are unstoppable. You don't care about other's opinion of you, you don't mind being alone. You just do you. Your unique mind and appearance are what turns this person on the most. More than going feral for you, this person is just in awe at how strong and unwavering you can be. They are turned on by your ability to move swiftly through life's obstacles, to turn your back on things and people that do not serve your highest good. They are turned on by your intelligence and creativity, your passion, your drive. By your communication skills. There's something about the warmth of your voice and how cutting it may be. How piercing your words may get. They are turned on by your depth and in a way, by your sadness. Your bitterness excites them because a part of them believes they can save you from the shallow waters of your sorrow.

What their instincts want them to do to you | 3 of cups, 7 of wands, knight of wands, 9 of cups

Their instincts tell them to fight for you and your attention. To prove to you that life isn't always as gloomy and painful as it may have been for you in the past. To bring back that naiveté and sweet joy you might have lost over time. Their instincts tell them to softly and kindly take your hand and guide you to healing. To whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how good you are doing, how proud of you they are and how you are safe with them. They want you to believe in love again. To feel happy and content, at peace and finally free from torment. They want to show you a world of laughter and playfulness, where you don't have to worry about what's next. Where you don't have to be so tense and constantly on your guards, where you can rely on them and for once, let someone else take the lead. They want to wine and dine you, maybe waltz you to bed and give you the love and care you deserve. Contrary to group 1's person, they are pretty romantic and soft and I feel like this person would be more of a sub, even if they can assume a more dominant position when needed. Their instincts tell them to have fun with you and flirt with you, to take you out on a date as soon as possible and show you every aspect of their personality. They want to lay all their cards down and give you their all. They want to make every moment with you like a dream that you wouldn't want to wake up from. Their instincts tell them to support and protect you, to nurture you, be your knight in shining armor basically. They may want to get you drunk. If not, they at least want to be able to put you at ease and lower your guards. I pick up on someone wanting to show you off in public. Like, maybe this person would invite you to a gathering with their friends and a couple of yours. And during this gathering, they would do everything to put you in the spotlight and show their friends how perfect you are. But also, it would be a way for them to show everyone how well you go together and how perfect they are for you. In their mind, this person wants to crush any competition there might be, whether it's on their side or yours. It's like "look at my person, ain't no one gonna get them because I'm the one for them and they're the one for me", "ain't no one better to love them than me and there ain't no one better than them to love me".

How freaky can they be at night? | Hanged Man, 10 of cups, ace of pentacles

I wouldn't say that this person is freaky. But rather they are lovey. They are 100% a giver and they would put your needs and desires first without a doubt. They would be adament on you reaching orgasm first, and as many times as possible. They would take their sweet time easing you into it, through touch, through talking, through stares. They would take it slow and make it last for as long as possible. The exact opposite of group 1's person. This person is very emotional when it comes to sex. They would let you ride them, take the lead, decide about anything you want to do. They would try any position if it meant satisfying you. They would want to make sure that they don't forget anything. This is likely someone that will ask you a lot of questions before hand. They like to consider their partner's point of view. They would want to know everything about your kinks, your pet peeves, your fantasies. They could be into using ropes or hand cuffs. They enjoy very simple things. So they are likely to have sex in the comfort of the bed room, sticking to plan and playing the safe card by doing what they know they can do and what they know you enjoy. They want their partner to feel safe and cared for, so aftercare is like an unbreakable rule for them. I feel like eye contact and touch is really important for this person, as it enhances the emotional connection. This person needs to feel their partner's love to be able to enjoy sex. I'm picking up on someone gently stroking their partner's hair, softly guiding them by holding their neck or hand, hugging them tightly, spooning them. They want their body to be a shelter for the one they love. They could be using toys as well. Lube is a must. They're the kind to wear protection everytime, to only have sex if their partner is in the mood for it. Oral is a big thing. They view sex as a way to secure the bond between partners and comfort each other. So sex with them would be very soothing.

Group 3 🐺

What about you makes them go feral? | Death, King of cups, 10 of cups

For some of you, the mere fact that you are older than them is enough to turn them on. Other than that, your overall maturity attracts this person to you. They enjoy your emotional maturity more than anything else. What they particularly like is how selfless and kind you can be. Your sweetness and soothing presence act like an aphrodisiac for them. You are a very giving person and your understanding knows no boundary. Despite the hell you may have been through, you never cease to believe in people, in love, in happiness. Your love is unconditional and infinite. And it deeply touches this person's soul. It does things to them they sometimes fail to understand as it is so whole and powerful they may feel disturbed by it sometimes. What they love is how unafraid you are of being vulnerable, especially in their presence. How you always mean what you say and speak your truth with dignity and compassion. How soothing you are to others, like a loving parent that only seeks to protect and elevate. They love how you make them feel safe and protected, understood and loved for who they are, no matter what they do or where they come from. It's like you see right through them and understand them to their very core. With you they feel whole and certain that no matter what they do, you will always be there. The depth of the connection itself is something that they love so much it sends them to Nirvana. Just the thought of you turns them on. But there's also an edge to you that no body has. Your love is deeply transformative, it is new and refreshing because it is as clear as water. There is no doubt about what you feel or what you hope for. You endlessly give just for the sake of giving and that, in this person's eyes, is incredibly sexy. When you think about Death, you can't help to think of the magnetic Scorpio. And one thing Scorpio is known for is loyalty. You may be slow to give your trust, but once you do, there is no going back. That ride or die energy that you have is a huge turn on for them.

What their instincts tell them to do to you | The Sun, Judgement, 5 of swords clarified by the ace of pentacles

Their instincts tell them to surrender to you. To let you be the Judge of the outcome of this connection because they know deep down that whatever you have in store for them is going to be more than they could ever dream of. They tell them to lay their soul bare for you to see and give you the same level of vulnerability as you give them. They want to follow you down the rabbit hole and discover all the tricks you have up your sleeve. They want to give you their all as a fair retribution for all that you have given them. It's like they're saying "here, take my soul". They want to offer you their life, their joy, their innocence. For some of you, this person may be virgin. And they feel like having their first time with you wouldn't be that bad of a thing. They trust you with their life. They would fall for you a undred times because they know you would catch them every single time. They feel so safe with you they want to release all restraints and explore all aspects of their sexuality. Their instincts tell them to show you the truth of their being, to let their guards down and let you in. They want to embrace you as a whole and they want you to do the same. This person is ready to lay arms and offer you their everything. I feel called to mention the Death card again and the loyal side of Scorpio that could die for their lover. In that aspect, the Death card can symbolize someone that has high expectations, very committed and who expects nothing less in return. So I feel like their instincts tell them to commit to you. Their guts tell them that their fate is sealed and that this fate leads back to you. Based on this combination of cards, this person is a sub. And they may have a thing for tormented people. They have this energy of someone that views sex as a holy / deeply spiritual experience.

How kinky can they be at night | 2 of cups, The Sun, ace of cups, ace of wands

Similarily to group 2's person, I wouldn't say that they are kinky but rather lovey. This person is exclusive. They view sex as a mean to deepen the connection between two partners that are commited to one another. To them, sex should be a conversation of the souls and an enjoyable experience for both partners. They value balance and equity. This person could be into shower sex, outdoors sex especially around the beach or any body of water. They could enjoy the use of lube, body oil and such. Emotional connection is a must for them. They can get turned off very quickly if they don't feel loved by their partner. Their kinkiness is deeply connected to their emotional well being. The more they feel loved, the kinkier they will get. They can be pretty versatile and are willing to try everything but I feel like they will be enjoying it the most if things get wet pretty quickly. I really get the feeling of someone being inexperimented when it comes to sex but also very curious. They enjoy the novelty of sex and the creativity that comes with it. So they could be into kamasutra, tantric experiences, they could be the kind to research about sex to ensure they will satisfy their partner. They're a bit bold and cocky, especially if they feel encouraged to do so. This person likes to tease. They may enjoy spanking. They're down for anything as long as it pleases you. The emotional satisfaction they get from sex matters more than the physical. They enjoy kissing a lot. They also enjoy feeling like it's the first time every time. So if their partner is pretty imaginative and initiates sex in very creative ways, they will have fun with it. They may enjoy role playing as well, for the same reasons. They love pet names. They love to be praised and reassured. They want to feel as close to their partner as possible, like they could drown in their lover's essence. So positions like missionary or spooning would be their favorites.

[aspenmissing]

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ: ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴠɪᴋ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ-ɪꜱʜ

3311 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ | ᴠᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

JAYCE

The workshop hummed with the sound of gears turning and tools clattering, the faint scent of oil and metal hanging in the air. Jayce was in his element, bent over the prototype for a new hextech device, his muscles flexing as he tightened a bolt with a wrench. Y/N leaned against his desk, watching him work, a teasing smile playing on their lips.

“Y’know,” Y/N quipped, “for a guy who’s built like a brick wall, you still manage to look like a puppy concentrating on its first puzzle.”

Jayce shot them a mock glare but couldn’t hide the small chuckle. “A puppy that’s about to change the world,” he countered, brushing grease off his hands. “Don’t distract me.”

The moment of levity was interrupted by a sharp, high-pitched chittering sound. Both their heads snapped toward the corner of the workshop, where a blur of skittering legs darted across the floor.

“Oh, no.” Jayce froze, his confident demeanor crumbling as the creature came into view—a massive, hairy spider the size of a dinner plate. “Nope. Nope. That thing is not staying in here.”

Y/N blinked, stunned. “Wait, that’s what you’re freaking out about? Jayce, you’ve literally fought off Piltovan thugs with nothing but your fists. This is just a spider.”

Jayce was already halfway behind Y/N, his large hands gripping their shoulders. “I can punch a thug. I can’t punch that. What if it crawls up my arm? What if it—oh, gods, what if it jumps?”

“Jayce Talis,” Y/N said with mock exasperation, glancing over their shoulder at the towering man, “you’re six feet of pure muscle and you’re hiding behind me? This is embarrassing for both of us.”

The spider, seemingly emboldened by Jayce’s retreat, scurried closer. Jayce flinched, his grip tightening on Y/N. “Okay, okay, just kill it or throw something! Please!”

Rolling their eyes, Y/N grabbed the nearest object—a rolled-up schematic—and approached the spider with exaggerated caution, partly to mess with Jayce. “Relax, hero. I’ll save you from the big, bad bug.”

With a swift motion, Y/N swatted the spider, sending it tumbling toward an open window. The creature landed on the sill, paused for dramatic effect, and finally disappeared into the city beyond.

Y/N turned back, arms spread in triumph. “There. The beast is vanquished. You may now return to your work, my fair knight.”

Jayce let out a long breath, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. “You’re never letting me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Y/N grinned, poking his chest. “You’re lucky I’m here to protect you, big guy.”

Jayce groaned but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. He pulled Y/N into a quick hug, muttering, “My hero,” before returning to his work, albeit with a wary glance toward the window every so often.

VIKTOR

The dim light of Piltover’s laboratory district cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Y/N was on their way to deliver Viktor a stack of documents he'd requested, braving the late hour at his insistence that their findings were urgent. The streets were quieter than usual, save for the occasional hum of distant machinery or the clatter of boots on stone.

As Y/N approached the entrance to the lab, a low voice echoed from the shadows behind them.

“Well, well. Out a bit late, aren’t you?”

Turning sharply, Y/N spotted a man emerging from the alley, his face partially obscured but his posture unmistakably menacing. Another figure stepped out to his left, smirking as he cracked his knuckles.

“Not the best place for a stroll,” the second one said, his voice dripping with malice.

Y/N’s breath hitched, their grip tightening on the documents. They took a step back, heart pounding, and glanced toward the lab. A warm glow spilled from the windows—a beacon of safety if they could just get inside.

“Don’t even think about running,” the first man growled, stepping closer.

“Get away from them!”

The sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade. Viktor stepped into view, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. Despite his limp, he moved with purpose, golden eyes blazing with determination.

The thugs faltered for a moment, clearly surprised.

“And who’re you supposed to be? Their bodyguard?” one sneered, though his tone betrayed unease.

Viktor’s grip tightened on his cane, his expression hardening. “You will leave them alone,” he said, his voice low and unwavering. “Now.”

The first man snorted, lunging toward Viktor. But Viktor was quicker than they expected. He swung his cane with surprising force, striking the thug’s leg and sending him staggering.

“Stay behind me, Y/N,” Viktor said firmly, positioning himself between them and the attackers.

The second thug charged, but Viktor was ready. With a calculated step, he sidestepped the attack, using his cane to unbalance the man and send him crashing to the ground.

The first thug scrambled to his feet, glaring at Viktor. “You’ll regret this,” he spat before grabbing his companion and retreating into the shadows.

For a moment, the street was silent except for Y/N’s quickened breathing. Viktor turned to them, his stern expression softening.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N nodded, their hands trembling slightly. “I… I think so. Thank you, Viktor. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

Viktor’s lips curved into a small, reassuring smile as he reached out, his slender fingers gently wrapping around her trembling hands. The warmth of his touch steadied her, grounding her in the moment. “I am just glad I was nearby. Piltover may shine bright, but even its shadows can be dangerous.” He paused, studying them. “You should not have come alone. Next time, send for me.”

Y/N nodded, warmth blooming in their chest despite the lingering fear. Viktor’s protective nature was always understated, but in this moment, it felt like a shield, steadfast and unyielding.

“Let’s get inside,” Viktor said gently, gesturing toward the lab. “You can explain what was so urgent once you’ve had a chance to breathe.”

As they stepped into the light, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a new sense of safety, knowing Viktor would always be there to protect them.

JAYVIK

The lab buzzed with quiet activity, the hum of Hextech crystals resonating in the air. Y/N worked at the center station, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she adjusted the array of lenses for their latest experiment. Viktor stood beside her, leaning on his cane, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he offered suggestions.

“This alignment should amplify the crystal’s energy tenfold,” Viktor said, his golden gaze gleaming with anticipation.

Y/N nodded, sharing his enthusiasm. “Exactly. If we time it just right, we’ll create a stable energy flow. It could change everything.”

Jayce, watching from across the room, frowned. “Are you two sure about this? That crystal looks ready to blow at the slightest mistake.”

“It will be fine, Jayce,” Viktor replied, waving him off. “We have accounted for every variable.”

“And this setup is flawless,” Y/N added confidently. “Just watch.”

But the warning signs were subtle—too subtle to catch in time. A spark jumped from the crystal, striking the array. The lenses shattered, and the lab was bathed in an ominous blue glow. The surge of energy crackled, fast and unforgiving, surging toward Y/N and Viktor.

“Y/N! Viktor!”

Jayce moved in an instant. Vaulting over the workbench, he shoved them both out of harm’s way. Viktor stumbled, catching himself on his cane, while Y/N landed heavily against a shelf. Jayce turned to shield them both as the crystal exploded with a deafening crack.

The blast wasn’t as violent as feared, but the force knocked Jayce to the ground. The aftermath left a haze of smoke and the acrid scent of scorched metal hanging in the air.

“Jayce!” Y/N scrambled to his side, her hands trembling as she checked him for injuries. “Are you okay?”

Jayce groaned, pushing himself up on one elbow. “I’m fine. Just… next time, maybe listen when I say it looks dangerous?”

Viktor limped over, coughing slightly but otherwise unharmed. “That was reckless, Jayce. You could have been seriously injured.” His voice held a mix of frustration and gratitude.

“Someone had to step in,” Jayce replied, flashing a tired smile.

Y/N exhaled shakily, helping him to his feet. “Thank you, Jayce. You saved us.”

Jayce rested a hand on her shoulder, his expression softening. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“And next time,” Viktor added, glancing between them, “we’ll ensure no one needs to play the hero. Safety measures first.”

“Agreed,” Y/N said, her voice firm, though the gratitude in her eyes lingered as she met Jayce’s gaze.

Jayce smirked, his hand lingering over hers. “Fine. But don’t think I won’t keep an eye on you two.”

Between Jayce’s protectiveness and Viktor’s careful planning, Y/N felt a rare and cherished sense of safety—one she would never take for granted.

VANDER

The Last Drop was bustling as always, voices rising in a chaotic medley of laughter, arguments, and the clinking of glasses. Vander moved with practiced ease, the hulking man weaving through the crowd to check on patrons, break up the occasional spat, and lend a hand wherever needed.

You were behind the counter, sleeves rolled up as you juggled pouring drinks and taking orders. The lively atmosphere didn’t bother you much—it was part of the charm of the Undercity, and working alongside Vander always made the chaos worthwhile.

“Y/N!” Vander called, his gravelly voice cutting through the noise. You glanced up to see him gesturing toward the back. “Can you grab some more glasses and the case of rum from the pantry? We’re runnin’ low.”

“On it!” you replied, setting down your rag and slipping past him. As you brushed by, his hand briefly rested on your shoulder, a quiet but affectionate acknowledgment.

The pantry was tucked in the back, shelves packed with various supplies. It wasn’t the most organized space, but you’d managed to navigate it before. You stepped inside and began grabbing what was needed: the case of rum, a few boxes of cocktail ingredients, and a stack of clean glasses.

The rustling as you reached for one of the higher shelves echoed through the pantry. You stretched further, trying to grab a box teetering at the very top. As you pulled it down, something shifted above.

A faint creak and scrape caught your attention, but before you could look up, the weight of a heavy wooden crate loomed. It tipped forward, hurtling straight down.

“Y/N!”

Vander’s voice was the first thing you registered before his broad form appeared at the doorway, moving faster than you thought someone of his size could. In one fluid motion, he threw his arm over your head, catching the brunt of the falling crate. His other hand knocked it aside, sending it crashing harmlessly to the floor with a loud thud.

You stumbled back, eyes wide as the shock of what just happened sank in. Vander remained where he was, arm still braced protectively above you. His chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath as he glanced down at you, concern etched into his rugged features.

“You alright?” he asked, his deep voice softer than usual.

You nodded, swallowing hard as your heart raced. “Y-Yeah, thanks to you.”

He lowered his arm and let out a relieved sigh, his tense posture easing. “Damn supplier, I told them to make sure the crates were put properly on the shelf” he muttered, casting a glare at the offending object. His eyes flicked back to you, scanning you over as if to double-check for injuries. “You gotta be more careful back here, love. Could’ve been bad.”

“I didn’t realize it was so unstable,” you admitted, shaking your head. “I should’ve paid more attention.”

“Nah,” Vander said, stepping closer and cupping your face with a calloused hand. “Ain’t your fault. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe.” His thumb brushed gently against your cheek. “Lucky I caught it in time.”

The closeness of him, the way his voice softened just for you, made your cheeks flush. Despite the scare, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Guess I owe you one,” you said, placing a hand over his where it rested on your face.

Vander chuckled, the sound low and reassuring. “You already do enough around here. Just promise me you’ll holler next time you need somethin’ from the top shelf, yeah?”

“Promise,” you replied, your grin widening.

He gave you one last look, his expression a mixture of affection and lingering worry, before pulling you into a brief but warm embrace. “C’mon,” he murmured against your hair. “Let’s get back before they burn the place down without us.”

With Vander’s arm slung protectively over your shoulders, the two of you left the pantry together. And though the Last Drop’s chaos hadn’t abated, you felt a little more grounded knowing he’d always be there to catch you when it mattered most.

SILCO

The Undercity always carried the stench of betrayal, but tonight, it was worse. Silco stood by the window of his office, his mismatched eyes scanning the chaos outside. The shimmer of neon lights reflected off the glass as shouts and gunfire echoed in the distance. The deal with the Chem-Barons had gone sideways, and now retaliation was inevitable.

Y/N stepped into the room, her boots clinking against the floor as she approached him. “They’re moving faster than we thought. Enforcers, thugs—it’s a mess out there,” she said, gripping the hilt of the dagger at her side.

Silco turned, his face a calm mask despite the storm brewing outside. “They’ll come for me first. They always do.”

“Then they’ll find me standing in their way,” Y/N replied, her voice steady and sure.

A rare flicker of something softened Silco’s sharp gaze. “You don’t owe me this.”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the desk. “Maybe not. But you’ve saved me more times than I can count. Besides, I’m not about to let you handle this alone.”

The first explosion rattled the walls, shaking dust from the rafters. Silco grabbed his revolver, tucking it into his coat. “Then let’s make sure they regret their decision.”

=

The fight erupted in the darkened corridors of the Last Drop. Smoke filled the air as bullets whizzed past. Y/N was a force of nature, darting between attackers with her blade, her movements fluid and deliberate. When one thug lunged at Silco, she was there, her dagger plunging into his side before he could strike.

“Focus!” she shouted over the chaos, her eyes meeting Silco’s for a brief moment.

Silco, despite his usual distaste for direct combat, held his own. He aimed with precision, each shot taking down a would-be assailant. When Y/N found herself cornered by two brutes, he stepped forward, firing a round into one and cracking the other over the head with the butt of his gun.

“You’re reckless,” he hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back into cover.

“Look who’s talking,” she retorted, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

The two shared a fleeting grin before a new wave of enemies surged forward.

=

When the dust finally settled, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. The last of their attackers lay motionless, and the bar was in shambles. Silco slumped against the wall, his hand pressed to a gash on his shoulder. Y/N knelt beside him, tearing a strip of fabric from her sleeve to bandage the wound.

“You’re lucky they didn’t aim better,” she muttered, tying the makeshift bandage tight.

Silco chuckled dryly. “And you’re lucky I was watching your back.”

Y/N met his gaze, her expression softening. “Always.”

For a moment, the weight of the Undercity’s darkness lifted. They had survived another night together, their loyalty to each other unshaken.

“Come on,” Y/N said, helping him to his feet. “We’ve got a mess to clean up.”

Silco leaned on her slightly as they walked. “It’s always a mess in Zaun. But with you, I can handle it.”

And in the shadows of the Undercity, they stood as each other’s shields—unbreakable, unyielding, and fiercely protective.

POWDER/JINX

The sound of crackling glass and twisted metal echoed through the ruined streets of Zaun. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, and the dim flicker of streetlights barely lit the chaos around them. Jinx was pacing back and forth, her wild eyes scanning the area, her fingers twitching nervously as if she were on the edge of something.

“Y/N, this place is so fun,” Jinx giggled, her voice echoing with manic energy. “It's a playground for all of us!”

But you could sense something was off. The usual playful madness in her voice was clouded by something deeper, more dangerous. You knew Jinx all too well—when the chaos and explosions weren’t enough to keep her occupied, it meant something far worse was brewing inside her.

"Stay close, Jinx," you said, your voice low and firm, as you stepped closer to her. The familiar weight of the dagger hidden at your side reassured you, but it wasn't just the weapon that kept you calm—it was the responsibility you felt for her. She was more than just an explosive whirlwind to you. She was the girl you protected, the one you'd do anything to keep safe.

Her eyes darted to you, still wild, but there was a flicker of vulnerability beneath the madness. “Don’t worry about me, Y/N! I’m fine! No one can stop me!”

But before you could respond, a group of enforcers emerged from the shadows. They moved swiftly, surrounding you and Jinx. They were not just any enforcers, either. These were the ones who'd been hunting her for months—the ones who saw Jinx as a threat to their fragile order in the undercity. And now they had her in their sights.

"Move, Jinx!" you barked, pulling her back protectively. You placed yourself between her and the approaching soldiers, your stance firm and unyielding. "Not today."

One of the enforcers sneered, raising his weapon. "Step aside. You know we can’t let her go free."

You felt your heart racing, but you didn’t hesitate. Your hand hovered over the hilt of your dagger, ready to defend her with everything you had. Jinx, seeing the confrontation, froze, her usual chaotic energy replaced with a strange sense of attachment to you.

“Y/N…?” Her voice was quieter now, almost unsure.

“No one is touching you, Jinx,” you whispered, your tone soft yet unyielding. “Not on my watch.”

Before the enforcers could make another move, you lunged forward, your dagger flashing in the dim light. The first enforcer’s weapon was knocked from his hands, and you quickly incapacitated him with a well-placed strike. The others hesitated, unsure of whether to engage or retreat. You could see the fear in their eyes, but you weren’t about to give them the chance.

With a quick glance to Jinx, you noticed the faintest glimmer of relief in her eyes. She stepped forward, her usual mania gone for a moment, replaced by a deep trust. She didn't need to be told what to do. She picked up a nearby bomb and threw it with a wild grin, her laughter ringing out as the explosion sent the remaining enforcers scattering.

“Nice job, Jinx,” you said, giving her a small, approving nod. She beamed at you, her previous anxiety melting away as she clung to your side.

“You’re the best, Y/N,” she said, her voice laced with genuine gratitude. Her chaotic persona might’ve been what others saw, but you saw the frightened girl behind it, the one who trusted you more than anyone else in this world.

You gave her a smile, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “And I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

[sirhamburrger]

ᯤ feat. yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, kenyu yukimiya, ryusei shidou and oliver aiku ᯤ tags/cw: all characters are aged up, bit suggestive (shidou you freak), petnames ('sweetheart' in isagi's, 'love' in rin's, 'babe' in shidou's), rin is mean (affectionately), shidou being a freak in the minecraft bedsheets, but also really sweet, hopefully not that ooc, i have a semi-serious, semi-casual relationship with minecraft ᯤ a/n: no reason for this whatsoever no prompt no nothing just take this love child between me and my insomnia *shoves this into your arms and runs away* || divider by @sister-lucifer part 2 [rocket league ver with kuni, reo, karasu, sae]

yoichi isagi:

ᯤ is just kinda average at it. like he truly is just okay at it. ᯤ he’s so competitive though (he would ‘race you to that tree over there’ 😭 but he doesn’t know how to sprint so he always loses to you) ᯤ he likes the little sounds the eyes of ender make when you place them in the end portal frame ᯤ defeats the ender dragon with your help but makes you go ahead of him when exploring the nether ᯤ “hey uh sweetheart? why’s that green thing flashing white and making a noise” ᯤ favourite mob: chickens (they’re funny)

meguru bachira:

ᯤ he l o v e s minecraft so much it’s unbelievable (he was probably one of those kids who grew up playing it) ᯤ he loves trying out different hacks he sees on youtube. he knows that 99 percent of the time they don’t even work, but “there’s a 1 percent chance it will, and i’m feeling lucky today!” ᯤ lets you practice your shooting skills using his avatar as a dummy ᯤ cannot wire redstone for shit ᯤ tries to get the rarest (dumbest) in-game death messages ᯤ baabaabaachira experienced mid-life crisis while being attacked by tropical fish ᯤ favourite mob: cave spiders (they look scary in a cool way)

hyoma chigiri:

ᯤ plays for the mobs. will protect his lovelies with all his heart. ᯤ when he got his first minecraft dog, he built a little kennel made of cherry wood for it, only for it to fall into a pit of lava deep in the caves on day 5 ᯤ he cried for five hours ᯤ once you dyed all his sheep pink and he started to tear up just from looking at them ᯤ “hear me out, okay? i think we should get a pet axolotl.” and it’s legal in japan, so you do! (her name is hyoma jr) ᯤ has a huge minecraft zoo ᯤ favourite mob: parrots (they can sit)

rin itoshi:

ᯤ is mean to you at first. he’ll be like “why do you suck at this” and “i could do that too” ᯤ then he gets his hands on the controller and can’t figure out the controls for half an hour ᯤ “… love?” ᯤ “… yes, rin?” (you, amused) ᯤ “… how do you jump…” ᯤ its subtle charm does grow on him after a while. he plays on creative mode and just explores the server on a horse he named sugarcube ᯤ it’s cute watching him play (you send photos to sae) ᯤ favourite mob: sheep (all they do is eat grass and don’t bother you)

seishiro nagi:

ᯤ i will subvert expectations here and say that nagi doesn’t even play minecraft that much because he doesn’t like it ᯤ “such a hassle to play this game… there isn’t even any storyline you can just do whatever you want… and i don’t want to have to decide what to do” ᯤ he ends up finding a passion for building elaborate traps for you to walk into ᯤ absolute beast at parkour. he performs triple neos to perfection ᯤ if he’s a streamer he plays on twitch for the fans but he complains as he does it ᯤ favourite mob: bees (they’re just cute)

kenyu yukimiya:

ᯤ he doesn’t really play video games so understandably he gets off to a slow start ᯤ but once he gets the hang of things? he’s unstoppable. breezing through achievements like nobody’s business ᯤ he’s really excited about it too like “did you see that?? i just killed a zombie!” ᯤ it’s truly the culmination of 18 years of not touching a single game as a child/teen and now playing a sandbox game ᯤ feeling confident, he starts a hardcore world. (he dies from hunger.) ᯤ he's the kind to look up the most beautiful minecraft seed numbers, key them in meticulously and just take in how amazing they are ᯤ favourite mob: foxes, specifically the orange ones (he loves all things forest biome)

ryusei shidou:

ᯤ we all know he’s a very artistic kind of guy so he’d be geeking out over the textures and which colours would go best with each other ᯤ he doesn’t shower for a day because he’s playing creative (my lil stinky 🫶) ᯤ he builds the most beautiful multi storey houses!! and he’s like “if it were real we could live in there together 🥺“ ᯤ “why is the bedroom huge with like twenty beds…” (you, concerned) ᯤ “oh we’re gonna need space babe. for activities.” ᯤ but he doesn’t stop there; he learns how to make entire cities and landscapes and frankly they are masterpieces - think shovel241 (i freaking LOVE his videos they’re so satisfying) ᯤ favourite mob: endermen (he thinks they look badass)

oliver aiku: 

ᯤ meh he’s pretty good ᯤ raged when he first found out fall damage was a thing and again when he discovered hunger and drowning as death messages ᯤ is obsessed with speed runs and parkour for some reason (he’s really bad at both though) ᯤ is the guy who makes “100 MINECRAFT FACTS YOU DIDN’T KNOW” videos with his friends sendo and lorenzo ᯤ you once saw him set up an experiment to see how many blocks a llama can spit and died laughing ᯤ would absolutely kill you in-game just for the fun of it ᯤ favourite mob: cats (especially the black ones)

say hi to hyoma jr. it is not optional.

bllk masterlist || general masterlist

© sirhamburrger 2024

[scudslut]

ahhh yes yes, I haven’t written him too subby on here yet so I was super excited to write this❤️ I hope you like it @darylsgirl23 <3

Heartsease

Daryl x f!reader

Setting: Bridge Camp/Post Savior War

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+, softdom reader, unestablished relationship (but both know there’s a little somethin somethin iykwim), aka your his and everyone knows it, oral (m - receiving), unprotected piv, premature finish

Daryl was never one to keep still.

It made him anxious to be in one place for too long, always going on runs and patrols ensuring his people were as safe and provided for as they could be. He felt at ease outside the walls, out of people's prying gazes, and left alone to do his part for the community in peace. These days though, he was a flurry of activity. Hardly ever in the same spot long enough to see the sun rise and set again.

You knew he felt guilty - that he was angry and didn't know how to release it. You'd watch him work on the bridge for hours, frustration seeping out of his bones and into the atmosphere around him. It hung off him like a phantom.

The vast majority of the community was intimidated by it. They would walk on eggshells in his presence as if they could predict an oncoming outburst. But you knew better, you knew him.

He was angry at the world, yes. But he was distraught with himself... his own mind. It ran a mile a minute and gave absolutely zero reprieve. Anyone could see that if they dug just a bit deeper, looked at him a little closer.

Sure he was strong and burly; a true beast of a man, but he was also quiet and thoughtful. He cared so deeply about others that it frightened him to his core. All he wanted was to protect his family and do right by them.

And you saw all of that.

You had for years now and it only made your desire for him stronger. You wanted to thank him. Drop down to your knees and worship every freckle and scar that made him, him. He deserved it, deserved an escape.

Initially, you thought maybe he wasn't into that and preferred to keep his relationships asexual, to which you were perfectly happy to abide by. Any time spent with him was cherished time in your eyes. But during a sleep-deprived chat with Carol one night on patrol, long ago, you had found out he did have a few sexual encounters before the apocalypse. Just none that had truly meant much to him, or that he was entirely sober for.

That small bit of insight helped you understand the man so much more and you carefully dropped your hints from that point on. However, with your luck, every time you thought something might happen between you two, the moment would slip right through your aching fingers, dusted away by whatever imminent danger lurked behind each corner.

To be quite honest, you were getting fed up with the world's continuous cruel jokes, and from the looks of things, Daryl could use a healthy distraction right about now.

Ears perking at the familiar rumble you'd grown to love, you watched as he pulled up on his trusty, beaten-up Nighthawk, finally returning from a longer visit at Hilltop. You could see the sheen layer of sweat built up above his furrowed brows, his teeth nibbling away at his lower lip - an anxious habit you had picked up on mere days after meeting him.

His mind was bothering him. That much was clear.

He shuffled quickly to his tent, gaze transfixed on the muddy shoes he wore, avoiding any onlookers who wanted to ask their silly questions, throwing the flaps open, and disappearing in a fluster.

You knew better than to bother him now, give him some time to gather his thoughts and decompress. You whittled away at your spears, biding the time as you devised a plan on how you would approach him. After all, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off or embarrass him in any way. He was reserved when it came to these situations, unsure of himself. The few times you had brushed lips or touched him a bit heatedly, he was jumpy and almost insecure, as if he needed instructions on how he should behave. It was extremely endearing to you; like a stray pup who just needed a little reassurance and affection to calm his fierce walls of doubt.

It was almost dusk when you finished with your spears, gathering them up and placing them near some of the other weapons the community used when needed. You scanned the grounds, noticing everyone collected by the fire, dishing up for a late dinner. You quickly made your way over, grabbing two portions and slipping away before you were noticed and stopped for conversation. You knew Daryl wouldn't get one for himself, spew some excuse that 'he wasn't hungry' or was 'too tired' when really, he just didn't want to take away from another. Even if that meant he didn't eat or drink anything for days at a time. It made your heart blister for more reasons than one.

You balance both plates on your left arm, reaching to pull the flaps open slowly, not wanting to startle him with your arrival, "Dar? You asleep?" you whisper into the dim den.

You hear a grunt, some shuffling, and in a moment a soft glow fills the area as he lights a nearby lamp, perching up on his small cot, "I was."

Flicking off your boots, you zip the entrance closed behind you, "I brought you some dinner, figured you'd be hungry after your trip," You smile and he mutters a quiet thanks, opting to accept your kind offer rather than argue with you, he knew you wouldn't take no for answer anyway. He scoots to the side, creating a spot for you to sit while you two eat in comfortable silence. He liked that you didn't feel the need to fill the air, that you could simply enjoy each other's company without all the small talk. You were one of the few people he'd met in his life, who just inherently understood him, down to the most basic level. He hated leaving you all the time like he had been, just another thing to nag at his over-exhausted mind.

Hearing him sigh quietly, you cast your eyes over, watching as he scrapes up the remaining crumbs off his plate, placing it outside the tent along with yours for you both to deal with in the morning.

"I imagine your pretty tired, huh?" You ask, following his movements as he plops down again beside you.

"Nah, not really. Got a few hours 'fore ya came bustin' in here," he grumbles with a small smirk and you lean into him nudging his shoulder playfully. "Why ya wanna chat or somethin'?"

You consider him for a minute, trying to find the proper words to initiate what was truly on your mind. You knew you had no reason to be nervous. That even though you'd never labeled anything between you guys, you both felt it. Knew it was there. You just needed the right moment. Now was as good a time as any, you figured.

"No, I just- I wanna try something."

He nods his head for you to continue, so you scoot closer, placing your hand delicately on his shoulder and bringing your face centimeters from his. You stop just before you close the gap, gauging his reaction. His breath hitches slightly and you feel his pulse rapid under your fingertips, but he doesn't pull away. Taking that as the only confirmation you'll get, you press your lips to his softly, brushing your thumb against his stubbly, pink cheek. He takes a good minute to respond, carefully moving his lips back against yours and placing his hands on your hips. You feel him squeeze, eliciting a quiet moan of encouragement from you and he all but sinks into your touch, falling into a comfortable rhythm with your lips. You stay like that for a while, breathing in his piney scent and relishing in his gentle kneads at your waist. It wasn’t much to the untrained eye, but you knew that was his way of pouring his affection into you without so many words. His way of telling you he was yours.

You drag your kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking at the salty flesh between his collarbones. His breaths grow uneven and you can feel him begin to tense again, unused to such personal attention, "Is this okay?" You ask, not wanting to push him past his boundaries. He only nods in response, his throat feeling like the Sahara.

He has to admit, he's thought about this many times, relieved himself to thoughts of you too many times to count over the years. He's just never known how to approach you about it, scared you'd reject him or he'd do something wrong.

He watches as you slip to your knees before him, your eyes glued to his. "You'll let me know if you want me to stop, yeah?" As he tries to nod in response again, you stop him, "I need you to say it to me," You press.

"Y-yea, I'll say somethin'," he whispers timidly and you grin, beginning to unbuckle his belt and slip his raged jeans down. You kiss down his strong thighs, feeling them tremble slightly beneath you. His hard-on is poking through his boxers and you drag your lips across it, placing soft pecks down the length of him, listening to his breathy pants. You didn't realize how turned on you'd be, having him all flushed and needy for you, but god were you enjoying it. Slipping your fingers into the waistband, you tug them down and his cock springs free, precum leaking from the pretty, pink tip.

"You dun have'ta," he mutters, anxiety sweeping over him fast, even though he really, really does want to. You catch his gaze, noticing how dark his stormy eyes have gotten.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart," you reply, pressing soft kisses from the base to tip, feeling him pulse under your touch. You enclose your mouth around him, taking almost his entire length at once and you hear a guttural groan from above you, his knuckles white from the clutch they had on the bedsheets.

You wondered if he had ever had a woman go down on him before. Judging by the gasps and twitches he was emitting, if he had, it hadn't been for a very long time.

He bucks into you, searching in a daze for more friction, and you pin his hips down, earning a deep whine from him. You knew if he wanted to, he could easily overpower you, use your mouth to his heart's content, but he wouldn't. He wanted you to take charge. Needed it.

Raking your eyes over his heaving figure, you slide your tongue along his shaft, moving in slow, sensual circles as you bob up and down. Daryl's head is tossed back, eyes screwed shut and you can tell he won't last much longer. The sensitivity of not being touched in so long, sprinting towards him at full speed. You pull back, slowing your movements. He lifts his head off the wall, pale blue eyes blown to darkness as he watches you take him so sweetly, "Please," He whispers.

When you shake your head, humming a soft, "Not yet," as best you can around him, his eyes roll back into his skull, entirely overwhelmed by the overstimulation, but loving it nonetheless. "I-I can't," He gasps, his accent muddled even stronger in his lustful state. You have to squeeze your legs tighter, clenching around nothing hearing your man so utterly wrecked beneath you. You want to draw it out for hours. Have him begging you to let him cum down your awaiting throat. However, you decide you both have waited damn long enough to prolong your union even more.

Releasing him with a soft kiss to his leaking tip, you stand in front of him, shimmying out of your clothes as quickly as you can. "Lay down for me, baby,' You direct, moving the straddle him as he eagerly follows your orders, turning lengthwise on the makeshift bed. His eyes never leave yours as you sit down on him, groaning when he feels how wet you are pressed against his cock. "Have you thought about this before, pretty boy?" His cheeks flush crimson at your sultry compliments, nodding curtly whilst avoiding your stare.

"Dar." You press.

You were being so gentle yet stern with him it was making it brain fuzzy, all stressors from the day long washed away to be replaced by only you.

"Have, yeah," He huffs in embarrassment, trying with great difficulty not to portray how truly turned on your words were making him. But you saw right through him... or rather felt him. You lean forward, kissing and nipping up his neck to the shell of his pink ears, "Do you want me to stop?"

A full-body shiver jolts through him when he feels your warm breath against his ear, involuntarily rolling his hips into yours and you chuckle at his obvious sensitivity. He knows he needs to use his words. You won't be letting him off that easy. "Please don't," Is all he manages and it seems to do the trick. You grip his length, tracing it along your soaked folds, and slowly sink down. Your careful as you take in his reaction, scanning his expression for any signs of discomfort. He bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut and lets out a muffled groan.

"Fuck," He mumbles, and you're surprised to hear him say anything you didn't need to pry out of him. A positive sign, you determined and start to bounce your hips slowly, creating a synchronized dance between your bodies. Your body is buzzing as you ride him, finally feeling the dull ache you’ve had for the man below you begin to dissipate as he whimpers oh so softly for only you to hear. His hands grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises to find in the morning, but you hardly give it a second thought. All you can think about is Daryl. His closeness, his warmth and strength, and-

He tenses beneath you, broken gasps leaving his chewed lips and suddenly he’s lifting you off of him, soaking your thighs and abdomen completely. You gawk as you watch him come down, sworn you haven’t ever seen something so fucking sexy in your life. His head tossed back, jumbled curses leaving his mouth, and dark auburn hair dripping with sweat. You don’t care that he finished before you, this was about him. But you see his eyes snap to yours when he fully comes back down to reality, cheeks blazing for a different reason than before.

Leaning towards him, you capture his lips with your own, tenderly pouring your affection into him, needing him to know you weren’t upset, “It’s okay, relax,” you whisper against him with a soft smile, leaning your forehead onto his. His eyes are filled with guilt, “I mean it, Dar,” And he’s back to his nods of response.

He didn’t need any more words of sympathy. He knew you were happy as a kid on Christmas, he just needed to accept it for himself. So with one last peck to his cherry lips, you slide off him, grab a rag to clean yourself up with, and scoot right in beside him, craving his warmth. He turns to you quickly, grabbing your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You feel a few soft pecks from him along your jaw and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your limbs around his, reeling in your post-coital glow.

You were safe, snuggled with your love, and that was all you needed.

[kyumisyumi]

I hc that Nikto grunts like a beast of burden during sex but I also like to imagine how pretty his whimpers might be. This steel wall of a man, atop you, thrusting into you like a machine; thorough and efficient. His body so in tune with yours that he knows all the right spots to hit and just how you like it. His hands clamped onto your hips to keep you in place so he can fuck you like you deserve. His way of proving that he was built for you, made to serve you. All while his head is buried against your neck as he fails to hide the pathetic little whimpers leaving his torn lips. He bit down at one point, desperate to hide the sounds that embarrassed him, but had to release you when he began to break skin. Almost too pussy drunk to hear your cries of pleasure filled pain. The man just can't help himself; the way your walls wrap around him, pulling him in like he belonged nowhere else. He would never get enough.

"So good. Too fucking good."

He whispers against your ear, words barely audible as they dissolve into whines. His lips red from pointless attempts to bite back the shameful sounds. No matter how many times you assure him that you love when he's vocal like this he persists in his attempts to hide them.

It doesn't matter in the end, once he reaches peak intoxication he no longer hold back. How can he think straight with your soft cunt fluttering around him. He'll fuck you through your orgasm all the while serenading you with sharp whimpers. His breath catching repeatedly as you milk him dry. Out of the corner of your haze filled vision you see his eyes roll back. So glossy with unshed tears that they reflect every stray light in room. How could your heart not melt at a hard man becoming feather soft in the throws of sex.

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A Deal You Can't Refuse

Pairing: Demon!Zoro x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You’re tired. Of coming home to an empty apartment from a shitty job you can’t stand, of every day being the same. Tired of simply surviving and not living. So when a handsome stranger comes along, offering you the deal of a lifetime, who could blame you for considering it? Even if said stranger has curling horns and a sharp toothed smile that show he’s a bit more than just your ordinary man? Warnings: AFAB!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language used), Smut, Mild Dubcon, Demonic Contracts, Possession, Masturbation (while possessed), Edging, Marking, Fingering, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 3.6k Notes: I'm honestly pretty excited this one won the poll, I think this is a really strong start 😊This is the longest piece in the entire event! Halloween Special 2024

Another day of shitty work for shitty pay.

Another day of coming back to an empty, crumbling apartment to fall onto a lumpy uncomfortable mattress for a restless night of sleep just so you can wake up and do it all over again.

It’s temporary, you tell yourself. Just until you save enough for a better apartment, just until you save enough that you can quit your job and survive until you find a better one. You just have to wait, and wait, and wait. And sure, you waited for freedom before, and it got you here. But this time will be different. This time it will pay off.

It has to.

It isn’t a particularly bad day when your routine finally breaks, nor is it particularly good. Up until this very moment, it was the kind of perfect mundanity that blurs one day into the rest to create a smothering tapestry of wasted time in your memory. None of them particularly distinct from the rest, none of them worth recalling.

But today there is a man in your bed when you get home.

He’s massive, built like a tank, and he hardly fits in your pathetic twin bed. You can hardly make out any of his features, with his arm covering his face and your blanket covering most of the rest, but for a moment you could swear that his hands seemed to blacken as they reached the tips of his fingers, turning to long black nails with sharpened points.

Your shoulders tense, ready to run, to scream for help (which your neighbors surely won’t provide), to do absolutely anything other than walk through that door.

But then he starts snoring.

It’s so ridiculous you can’t help but laugh. There’s a stranger sleeping in your bed. Of course there is. Why the hell not? At least it’s something new. You close and lock the door behind you as always, throwing your bag to the ground and flopping down on your creaky couch. The stranger continues snoring away, even as you put on the TV and try to drown him out. You should probably call the cops, or grab something to arm yourself with, or do absolutely anything about the situation, but you’re so tired you can hardly bring yourself to care. 

It takes an hour for him to wake up.

“What time is it?” His voice is gruff, deep, and thick with sleep.

You look over the back of the couch at him. “It’s about seven.”

“Hm.” He stays still for a moment, before his eyes shoot open and he stands in an instant. He’s tall, towering over you easily, and you can finally see the entirety of him. He has ram’s horns curling out of his green hair, decorated in beautiful gold that matches the earrings hanging from his left ear. He isn’t wearing a shirt, giving you a good look at his muscles, and the transition of his body from man to beast at his hips, where he starts to resemble a ram. He has cloven hooves, which make a loud clop against the floor when he lands. You realize that you didn’t just let a stranger sleep in your bed, but some kind of monster. A demon, perhaps. One of his hands goes to rub his temple, and he grimaces, showing off his incredibly, incredibly sharp teeth, which you instantly imagine sinking into your skin. “Oh, shit!”

You startle, trying to stop thinking about what his teeth might feel like on your neck. “Um. Ah. Good morning?”

“Good morni–What the fuck? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I don’t…know.”

“What?”

“It was just, um. I had a really long day at work, and you were clearly sleeping so deep, and I just…couldn’t really bring myself to care.”

“Oh my god.”

You furrow your brows. “Can you say that?”

“What?”

“God. Are you supposed to like, talk about him? Is that not frowned upon?”

“Is that what you’re worried about right now?”

“For once in my life, I don’t think I’m worried about anything right now. This is too insane for me to process.”

He stares at you for a moment, before he lets out a loud, bellowing laugh. “God. What the hell, sweetheart? I was right to pick you, clearly you need the help.”

“Help?”

He gives you a sharp, dangerous grin. Some part of you, the part that has kept you alive and safe this long despite the monotony slowing you down and dulling your edges, is screaming for you to run. To leave. This thing in front of you, this creature, is far more dangerous than he appears, than he feels. But you can’t bring yourself to listen. “Yeah, help. Name's Zoro. You’re tired, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He reaches out to touch your cheek, and you don’t even flinch when you feel his claws trace down your face. “You’re working so hard, and for what? To do it all again tomorrow?”

You find yourself leaning in, even as your brain screams for you to stop. “For a better future. I’m thinking beyond tomorrow.”

He’s dripping with sympathy. “Are you? Do you even have the energy to dream anymore?”

You can’t remember the last time you could actually picture your future, picture a life outside of this room. When did you stop dreaming? “Of course I do.” The lie leaves easily, but the bitterness it leaves on your tongue lingers.

“Oh, sweetheart, you can’t lie to me. But that’s okay, I know you’re just scared.” He’s bearing down on you, invading your space, and you can feel heat radiating off of him. “But I can fix that, if you let me.”

God, wouldn’t that be nice? To just let go, and have it all work out for once? But you’re not stupid enough to believe a demon, despite everything. No matter how handsome the smile, how saccharine the words, no matter how much you want to melt into him and just let it all happen. “No way in hell.”

His eyes soften with pity. “I thought you’d say that. Didn’t even want to hear my offer. Because you know if you do you’ll want it, and you can’t handle holding yourself back any longer. I understand, really.  And I’m really not supposed to do this, but I just can’t stand letting you waste away here, letting this opportunity slip through your fingers. So I’ll give you a little sneak peek, to help you make your decision.”

“What?”

In an instant, his lips are on yours, and you’re filled with a warmth to your very core. It spreads through your limbs, fills your lungs, the sensation pleasant.

Until you realize you’re speaking.

“Now, sweetheart, I would really prefer to show you the real deal, but I can work with this. Just remember how much better it would be if it were me.”

That was your voice, your mouth moving. “What?”

“Don’t worry, honey. It’ll be good.”

Your hands move toward your chest, and you don’t stop them. You don’t know if you want to. They undo your buttons slowly, as though waiting for a protest that doesn’t come. You don’t say a word until your shirt and bra are fully off, and your hands find your nipples, tweaking them lightly. You shiver, and your mouth smirks. It makes your shoulders tense, makes you defensive. “So proud of yourself for something so small.”

“Is it so wrong to want to please you, sweet thing? To know I was right, and that this was what you needed?”

“What I need, huh? You really think that?”

“I know it.”

Your hands pull off your pants and panties in one smooth motion, no fanfare. Your body sits on the bed, legs spread and ready. Your hands trace delicately up your legs, up to your thighs, and to his final destination. He inserts your fingers into you, not at all delicately, and your body lets out a soft moan. You can’t tell which of you did it. You know it’s him who whispers to the air, tauntingly, “My fingers are longer than this, y’know. And thicker. Imagine how they’d feel, so deep inside of you like this. And god, my tongue? It’s not just for sweet talking poor little mortals like you into deals. I’d have you falling apart already.”

Once he’s done puppeting your head, you feel control fall back to you for a moment. “I think you’re all talk. You can’t even make me cum on fingers I already know can do the job. All size, no skill, huh?”

Your finger finds a spot you know very well, and you can’t help the noise that comes from you. Your mouth smirks against your will. “Is that what you think? You can talk big all you want, sweetheart, but you can’t fool me. I can feel everything you can. And when I do this—” he curls your fingers just right, “—I can feel you clench your teeth trying to hold back. Who are you holding out for? It’s just you here. Would it be so bad to let it all go? Let me take care of you, sweet thing. I can give you all the pleasure you could ever want. You just need to say yes.”

“Eat shit,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

You hear your own laugh, far deeper in your chest than you can normally feel it. “Aw, don’t be like that. This could all be so easy. The only one you’re hurting here is yourself.” The hand he kept idle reaches up, slowly rolling your nipples through your fingers. Your eyes flutter closed despite yourself, as both hands work in unison. 

You hear your voice again, thick with want. “Imagine how much more I could do if you let me. Even just a simple kiss could unravel you. And my teeth—and I saw how you looked at them, sweetheart, there’s no fooling me—I could leave you covered in marks. I could make sure everyone you met would know you were mine, ensure they wouldn’t fade for weeks. Imagine them against your neck, right on your pulse. Imagine how easily I could bite through—but I wouldn’t, of course. No to you. But I could—that’s what matters to you, isn’t it?”

“No,” you murmur weakly, clenching around your fingers. “I don’t give a shit about how you look, demon.”

“Well that’s not very nice, is it? You know my name, you can use it.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying, sweetheart. I’m not the one standing in the way of that.” You’ve never heard yourself purr before. It would be rather jarring if your head wasn’t so fuzzy. “I know you want to be strong, to listen to that little voice in your head begging you not to give in, but you know where that little voice is going to get you in life?”

“It’s going to keep me from trapping myself in hell, I think.”

Another laugh. “Well, it could. But really, it’s going to keep you here. Alone. In this sad little room, in your sad little life, safe and sound and so very, very bored. And what use is a life if you don’t use it to live? Where’s the thrill?”

“I can get my thrills somewhere other than fucking a demon, thanks.”

“But you won’t. Sure, you could get into a fight. Do some drugs. Fuck a stranger—one not as handsome as me, but someone. But you won’t do it. Because it wouldn’t be safe. Because you’d be risking something, no matter how small, and you’re terrified of losing control.” Your fingers pick up speed as his rant continues. “But you don’t need control, really. You don’t even want it. You just don’t know how to let go. I promise you, sweetheart, you’ll never regret letting go of the reins. Hand ‘em to me, and I promise you you’ll enjoy every second of the rest of your life, and eternity after that. Imagine it—a life where you don’t have to agonize over every little choice. A life where you’re warm, and safe, and happy, and never, ever alone. Cockdrunk and lost in pleasure, wrapped up in my arms. Can you really, really tell me you don’t want that? Not even a little?”

You imagine it for a moment. A warm bed. Someone to come home to. Never another night spent curled up in this little apartment, dreading tomorrow, knowing it will be more of the same. Never again having to agonize over every little thing, terrified of something bringing your house of cards tumbling down. Never spending the night having to talk yourself down from fear of an unknown, unnamed threat, some unearned terror your brain has forced upon you. It would be sweet. God, would it be sweet. But that feeling sinks in again, that familiar tightness in your chest, and your mouth says the word you always knew it would. “Yes, I could. I don’t want it.”

“God, you’re full of shit.” Your head extends back, giving you a lovely view of your water-stained ceiling, the one that threatens to crumble in on you any day now. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, devastatingly close to snapping. “But if you insist.”

Your fingers are gone, and you’re clenching around nothing.

“Wha–?” You sound absolutely pathetic, wanting and needy, and you finally hear a laugh that isn’t your own as he appears in front of you again. 

His smirk is all teeth, demeaning and dripping with faux sympathy. “Oh, poor thing. Never knowing what she wants. But I have no choice but to listen to you, do I? If you say it’s a no, it’s a no. A shame. Maybe you can get off on your own.” He leans forward, his lips so close to brushing against yours, but when you lean forward to meet him, he pulls back. “Oh, no, I don’t think so, sweetheart. If you don’t want me, you don’t want me. No half measures.”

You suddenly feel horribly vulnerable, naked and dripping as he looks down at you. You could have tried to chase your orgasm, demon in your room be damned, but you can’t bring yourself to bring yourself to put your fingers back, let him watch you try and fail to measure up to his performance. It feels like letting him win, showing him he’s gotten to you. You tell yourself that’s why you sit still, thighs still parted, staring at him with hooded eyes. Because movement would show weakness. Not because you enjoy the way he’s looking at you, like he can’t keep his eyes off of you, like you’re something worth coveting. Even if it’s in a demon’s nature to lust, to want, to conquer, it must mean something for you to be what brings about these sins. It has to.

“A shame,” he repeats. “You were so close.”

You can feel yourself twitch. You really were.

“It would have felt so wonderful. Mindblowing, really.”

It would have.

“It would have been so easy to say yes.”

It still could be. You finally look away from his heated eyes, and you find your gaze drifting down, beyond his bare torso, his plethora of scars, his clawed hands crossed over his massive chest. None of that shakes your resolve, or at least you’re going to keep telling yourself that. What gets you is the massive tent in his pants, evidence of his own desire. Evidence this deal isn’t just for your sake, or for your soul, or whatever else he might demand in exchange for your cooperation. On some level, he simply wants this, wants you. 

“Please.” Your voice shakes.

He stiffens, clearly taken aback. “Please?”

“Please. I’ll take the deal. Just…finish this, please.” You spread your legs a little further, opening your arms to reach out to him. “Please take me.”

“Finally!” He dives forward, lips crashing into yours, teeth clacking. His tongue is longer than you imagined as it shoves its way into your mouth, desperate for a taste of you. One of his hands traces along your thigh, claws raising goosebumps in their path, and the other rips off his pants with an enthusiasm usually saved for unwrapping a present. You suppose he is, in a way. You try to break the kiss to see his dick in all its glory, but he refuses to let you leave, lips chasing yours until he’s finally forced to let you go to breathe.

Even as he parts from you, it's only to move down to your neck, lavishing it with the attention he promised earlier. His bites are not at all gentle, all done with the express purpose of marking you as his. You finally get to see his cock, absolutely massive and throbbing, leaking precum as it rests against your thigh, desperate for entrance. You don’t know what he’s waiting for, you’re ready and willing, but he must have his reasons for dragging this out. You reach your hands out, expecting to touch his abs, feel them beneath your fingers, but instead you find your hands wrapping around his cock, feeling its weight in your hands.

He groans into your neck. “Eager, are we?”

“I could say the same thing about you.” You feel him twitch at the sound of your voice. You pump your hand once, twice, and savor the sound of his moan. The bites on your neck turn to open mouthed kisses, leaving plenty of hickies on his way down to your chest. His hand finally finds its destination between your legs, fingers delicately inserting themselves between your folds, carefully so he doesn’t scratch you with his claws. They’re so much better than you imagined earlier as he had taunted you. You can feel the stretch as he slowly begins to pump in unison with your pace on him, both of you working each other up. You can feel yourself tighten around him, and your hand falters, distracted by your own pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues, moaning against you.

“Just let go, sweetheart. Let it happen. I’ll be here to catch you.” You let go of him entirely, your hands falling to clutch the bedsheets. Your thighs clench around his hand as you cum on his fingers, crying out. He keeps moving until he’s sure he’s milked all of the pleasure he can from you, before pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his mouth. His tongue, long and forked, wraps around them, savoring your taste.

Before you have a moment to breathe, his cock is pressing against your entrance. His breath is ragged against your ear. “Time for the main event, sweet thing. After this, no turning back. You’ll be mine, and you’ll never have to worry about a thing ever again. I’ll take good care of you.”

He pushes in in one smooth motion, your body welcoming him like you were his already. He thrusts deep and hard, arms wrapping tightly around you as he hits spots you didn’t even know existed. You can feel your orgasm building again quickly, and you can hear him moaning in your ear at the sensation of finally being inside of you. “Give me another one, sweetheart, just one more, and the contract is sealed. Then you’ll get this every day. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes!”

“An eternity of pleasure, a reward for all of your hard work.”

“Yes!”

“Yes, just like that.” Your hips snap together furiously, heat building between you. “Doing so well.” The heat grows and grows, burning through you and leaving nothing behind. When you finally hit your peak, you’re so lost in it all you can feel nothing but your own orgasm and the hot cum shooting into you. You don’t feel the heat of the air, or notice the bed beneath you and the scenery around you has changed. You don’t even notice the smell of smoke, too busy screaming in pleasure.

He’s panting, head pressed into your shoulder, before he laughs. “Great work, sweetheart.” He pulls out, rolling off of you and onto his back, arms behind his head. “We’re really gonna enjoy this.”

The mattress beneath you is plush, sheets silky. The ceiling above you is inlaid with gold, and doesn’t threaten to cave in for even a second. The scent of incense fills the air. You sit up, head whipping around, confused and tense. You hear a jingling as you do. You look down to see it: a black leather collar, fitted tightly but not suffocatingly around your neck. There’s a small golden bell attached, which gently chimes when you move. “What?”

A dark chuckle sounds from beside you. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. You don’t have to worry about anything, anymore.”

You’re about to get up, get away from him, demand answers. Before you can, however, an arm reaches for your waist and pulls you down. Your head is pressed into a warm chest, with no room to move. “Calm down.” he coos. “Just relax.” His hand pats your head, and you melt into him despite yourself. “Good pet, just like that. That’s all you have to do now. Sit here, look pretty, and take what I give you. You don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take care of it all.”

You’re practically purring as he rubs your back, whispering about how much you’re going to love this. An easy life, filled with nothing but pleasure and comfort. Everything you’ve ever wanted. All you have to do is let it happen.

“It’ll be easy, sweetheart. Just leave everything to me.”

You can let go. If the collar fits, why not wear it?

And so you do, as you curl into his chest and fall asleep, lulled by the rumbling of his chest and the sound of his voice.

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