#I have fully learned my lesson holy shit that sucked

[bbygrlmarkscout]

I've watched the reintegration scene SEVEN TIMES now and I still get full body chills from it..

The slight change in his voice when he says "you mean what quarter?" is INSANE!!! Ever so slightly more child-like and higher in pitch than all his previous answers ... Fucking 😭 And then the editing.. how was his posing so precise despite the costume changes ?? The precision angles and exact same expressions. The scene and episode ending with the phrase "who are you?" The same phrase that starts the show?? (And again when Mark first meets Reghabi)

SHOCK. AWE. WONDER.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Look all I'm saying is that if I were going to make a minecraft movie.

Well, first off I'd put down the first person to even reccomend we do it in cgi. Not just because it looks objectively terrible and half of the magic and nostalgia factor of minecraft is in its texture but holy shit budget much??? You are literally looking at a situation where the cheaper option is also objectively the better option. What the fuck are you doing

But I mean, after that.

Second off, all my writers must watch popular smps and minecraft roleplays/let's plays to understand the "magic" of the game. That's how we're studying for this, not the game books or whatever. Those guys are clearly doing smthn right, and as the executive/writer who knows very little about mineraft that I am in this hypothetical scenario, I need to do my best to make money. And that means learning what people like about the game and community.

Maybe even bring on some popular (non controversial please god) smp writers for consulting. They literally make minecraft movies as their fucking job, they are the expert u need to consult

Story wise, you NEED to choose if you wanna play this straight or silly. I'm so sick of movies trying to be all emotional and "ohh this world is so beautiful,, if u could only understand,, woaa" with their epic sound track and dramatic lighting, but then the dialogue being ripped out of a stupid marvel knockoff trying too hard to be witty

Anyways. Give me a generic "kid has a hard life and uses [thing] to escape it but then their parent trashes [thing] to teach them a "lesson"" movie.

The thing is minecraft and this kid is totally in love with letsplays and smps and has a server with their online friends (get a sponsorship from discord for that good good film sponsorship money, have them play while in call)

The mom or dad or maybe both trash the kids computer for some reason (bad grades maybe or one of those shitty "you need to talk to us more!!! That computer is killing ur brain!!! You don't love us as much as you should and it's that damn games fault!!!" But like it's actually just a kid being a normal fucking kid and having normal fucking kid hobbies things and the parents are dicks)

They delete the minecraft world rip

Them boom, kid somehow gets stuck in the game

Switch to NON CGI FILMING IN MINECRAFT. If you really need to add your stupid shitty fucking cgi then at least make it look like an ACTUAL MINECRAFT ANIMATION holy shit

It'll save us so much money too

So main plot is this kid, being trapped in minecraft, actually falling through different minecraft servers.

We can have different cameos from popular smps and youtubers, get some old youtubers and gameplay in here too. Get fucking dantdm and the diamond minecarts og series with the lab thing, it'll make the old fans lose their fucking MINDS.

The youtubers themselves don't even have to show up, just shove the kid into settings that are clear references to smps and letsplays. Have them wander through Aphmau's OG minecraft diaries sets or Sundee's lucky block series

The best part is that as backdrops, you don't even have to fully commit to "you'll only get this/find this interesting if you know these guys" bc if your writing is good enough you can still make people care by just. Introducing it correctly. Don't present it as "Aphmau's old minecraft diaries series world" go "oh wow look st this cool village,, woah I wonder who built this ,," And have them interact with NPCs organically

Meanwhile the parents go into the game after the kid to bring them back and we do this whole world hopping adventure where the parents learn that,, minecraft can be fun? Actually?

They find the kid and the kid is like "nooo I'm having too much fun the real world SUCKS!!!" but then we do that "it's cool to have fun and indulge but you still need to be present in the real world and do real people things too in order to have that fun responsibly" where somehow the kid realizes that moderation is good for u.

Maybe they almost die in game fr fr? Every world they enter has its difficulty upped a little bit till they enter *gasp* a hardcore world (oh no)

So like the kid learns that you can't just lock yourself in the room and wish the world goes away while you play minecraft for 12 hours straight, and the parents learn that minecraft is cool and fun and can be a good outlet and outlets are important for adults and children alike. And also that they totally pulled a dick move and they need to try to understand their kid instead of just demanding the kid understands them

Somewhere along the way, the kid ends up in their friends server and the friends help to pull them out of the game w the parents

We end the movie with the kid making an effort to be more present with the parents, and the parents also making an effort to interact with the kid in ways that they know the kid will enjoy and respond well to— shown a family dinner scene where the kid very eagerly eats their food while talking about school, then they all go to play minecraft together

The end <3

Oh right and if you seriously want Jack Black there so fucking bad then make him either the dad or like. School computer teacher who helps the kid use Minecraft EU to learn science (shows off that some schools use minecraft for education purposes) who also helps the kids friends pull them and the parents out of the game

Overall, lots of themes not just about how the game is cool and can let you do cool shit, but also about how the community is cool, and how it's provided so many kids and adults outlets to express themselves and have fun together

That's how you do a game movie

Anyways yeah, minecraft movie looks shit. Hire me instead next time

[keilemlucent]

teacher’s pet

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~3.2k

Keigo is a remarkably good listener and fast learner, especially when you're involved.

warnings: virgin keigo, gooey ass, soft, sweet smut, not too mention the softest keigo i’ve ever written probably?? first time oral baby, also praise kink

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shoutout to @la-saffron for the lovely headcanons and feral shit that inspired this fic. and thank you to the wuv @keiqos for beta reading. enjoy some soft, gooey, smut. this fic is, at its root, keigo finding the clit. that’s the plot

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“J-just like this,” Your voice was soft and breaking, spit sticking in your throat. Touching yourself in front of Keigo like this should’ve been somewhat intimidating, especially with the rapt focus he had on every movement of your body and breaths. But, surprisingly, watching the way he nearly drooled at your form just made you hotter. 

When Keigo asked to date you, you’d never expected he’d be a virgin. But, with his work and his mutations, he’d never had sex or the opportunity to do so properly. Truthfully, he never even learned much beyond his own base needs to blow his load with his fist. 

But, you were more than a willing teacher.

Laying on your back atop his silken comforter was heaven, head propped up ever so nicely by a pillow that Keigo had placed under it. The night had started off with slow touches and soft kisses, all things the two of you had done before. But, it progressed to a little planned show-and-tell. 

You were splayed before him, naked over his sheets with your legs spread as he kneeled in between them. For all of his gusto and readiness, his wings were folded against his back, timidly tucked away as he took you in, gently palming his cock.

Every motion of yours seemed almost lazy. Fingers slowly pinched your nipples while your other hand played with your sex at a tortuously relaxed pace. All the while, you kept your voice low and liquidy. 

“Right here?” You circled your clit, back bending the slightest bit with the hums of heat it sent up your spine. “This is my clit. It feels really good if you touch it nice. It’s very sensitive though.”

Keigo nodded like the good boy he was, enraptured by you.

He had beads of sweat racing down his temples, hair mussed by his own touch. Other than gently pumping his own leaking cock, his only other moment was to occasionally fist his hair, a whine dribbling from his bitten lips.

This must’ve been scary for him, truthfully. All the vulnerability of not only being bare for someone else but them being bare for you. 

You had seen a bit of fear when Keigo had first started to help you disrobe, how his touch got so gentle, feather-like against you to the point of raising gooseflesh. He’d stared so cautiously at you when you first slipped down onto the covers. Despite the tenseness in his shoulders, he traced up your bare body with shaking breaths and clammy hands. 

When you had parted your legs around him, you watched how the gold of his eyes was eaten up by his widening pupils. His mouth had fallen open, cock twitching cutely in his boxers. 

But now that you two were in the heat of the moment? He was a perfect student despite his usual sarcasm and crassness out of the bedroom.

“And here,” You slipped a finger into your sex, feeling a bit of slick puddle around the digit. Keigo’s nostrils flared, wings twitching. “This is my pussy, where your pretty cock goes when you fuck me, right, Kei’?”

He nodded, thumbing over the head of his cock, smearing preek. His voice shook with his own tension and deep-focus, “Y-yeah.”

You smiled at him, shifting one of your legs to give his thigh a soft bump, “You’re doing so well, baby. You wanna know more?”

“I mean, yeah, but... I haven’t really done anything,” Keigo spoke with some remorse, averting his gaze from your body to somewhere far off. The corners of his lips tugged down, his arm going to guard over his chest as though it could protect him from his own internal fear.

That insecurity, that look of near humiliation just wouldn’t do.

“Keigo.” You spoke to pull him from his thoughts. It roused him well with the way he turned back to you, eyes widening as you slowly pumped your finger in your cunt. “You’re gonna do so much. I can’t wait for you to make me feel good. Can you help me?”

Oh, the call to help others was intrinsic and embedded in Keigo’s psyche. 

One of his half-taloned hands drifted to rest on your thigh. His expression went doughy, softening at your even softer words, “I can. I promise.”

You beamed at him with everything you had.

“Thank you. I know you can. God, Keigo,” You shook out a breath, withdrawing your finger from your sex. “Do you want to taste?”

Oh, the look he gave you. He may have been avian, but with the light in his eyes and the way his tongue dropped from his sweetly parted lips made him look far more like an obedient puppy than a bird.

You smiled at him, tilting your head as you slid your fingers into his mouth, pressing down to rub your digits on his tongue. 

“See how nice I taste? Imagine how good that will be all around you when you eat my cunt.” 

The thought had Keigo groaning around your fingers, squeezing his cock. His fist jerked from balls to tip as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Without even instructing him, he sucked at your fingers, lapping at them perfectly. You let him lave over them, his tongue dipping anywhere it could savor you. 

You pulled the digits away, admiring the way they glistened with his spit. You brought them down to your cunt, rubbing over your labia.

“Before we fuck, you gotta make sure I’m ready,” You told him, slowly pressing two fingers to your entrance. You could certainly go faster, but this was ‘educational’. “Gotta stretch me out nice, make sure I’m all wet. Well, that isn’t too hard with you around, is it?”

You send him a quick wink and marvel as he turns cherry red.

“And this is important, sweetheart,” You called his attention fully, slowing your movements. “There’s a little spot inside me, that if you hit it just right, will make me feel so good.”

You were just about to crook your fingers when Keigo stopped you, stilling your hand with his own. He gently tugged your wrist, bottom lip pushed out in a pout. 

“C-can... I try?” He was so tentative, looking shyly at you as you were so vulnerable beneath him. “I w-want to help you feel good.” 

“Of course, ‘Kei. You’re going to do so well.”

He shuddered at the praise. 

You took your fingers from your cunt to your lips, sucking off your own slick. Really, it was just to watch the way Keigo’s thighs clenched as you did. 

You flickered your eyes lower as you took your fingers from your mouth, wiping them on your hip, “Go for it, I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Make sure you use the hand we clipped your nails on, okay?”

Ever diligent, Keigo genuinely checked his hand to make sure it was the correct one, talons tamed for the specific instruction that was occurring.

With all the grace and tenderness he could muster, Keigo gripped your thigh, massaging the muscles on his way to your cunt. It was cute, the way he fell forward as he did, ending up propped up on his elbows between your legs. There was pure awe in his eyes as his finger reached the apex of your thighs. 

He looked up at you, hesitantly. 

You nodded, shooting him a smile before settling a hand on his shoulder to rub at the tension he was still carrying in his shoulder. 

Gingerly, Keigo let his fingers drift from your hole to your clit, grinding the pad of his thumb down on the puffy nub. Keigo was a good student, truly, as his pressure and speed were enough to make you drop your head back on the pillow and let out a purely sinful moan.

He paused.

“Good?” 

His voice was so sweet.

“So good, ‘Kei. Keep going.”

He obeyed dutifully. 

His touch slipped downward, teasing the entrance before slipping one finger in. He moved slowly, but not in any way that was lazy. With the quivering of his feathers, you could tell Keigo was literally feeling the way you reacted to him. Every twitch and spasm of your cunt was his guide, as were your quickening breaths.

He pressed another in, shortly. Watching them coat with slick, slowly fucking into you again. 

“Good boy, ‘Kei. You’re doing so well for me.”

The praise made his eyes roll back in his head. 

You smirked.

“Now, baby,” You called his attention again. “To hit that special spot, all you need to do is curl your fingers.”

He frowned, flattening himself to the bed a bit more, “That seems... Very easy.”

You couldn’t help chuckle, carding a hand through his damp tresses, “It’s not hard, once you know what you’re doing. Why don’t you try for me?”

Oh, did Keigo obey so fucking sweetly for you.

You never thought that someone simply softly fingering you, so fucking kindly and gazing at you so reverently would turn you on as much as it did, but god, did it. 

Keigo’s fingers curled in your cunt, every movement precise, but not quite enough.

“A little more, baby. It’s a bit harsher of an angle than you think.”

Keigo’s brow pulled down as he bit his lip. You could feel his hot breath over your cunt and inner thighs as he crooked his fingers just right.

The cry that rang from your throat surprised both of you. Being gently touched like this, on your insides, was making you turn to liquid before him. Your nails dug into his scalp as you lightly rolled your hips into his touch. 

Your legs tensed around him as he massaged at the spongy spot. With your head thrown back on the pillow, you couldn’t see his face.

But holy fuck, could you feel it.

Keigo, apparently, decided to take some of your lessons for a spin. The searing breath you’d been feeling before was suddenly very close to your sex, just before you felt the light lap of his tongue against your clit. 

“Oh fuck, Keigo!” You fisted the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t think him kitten-licking your cunt (just once) would get you this worked up, yet you were sweating and needy for him.

“Am I doing this right?” Keigo drew his mouth away, pressing a sugary kiss to your thigh instead. 

You nodded, breathing a bit harsher. You needed more. 

“Yes, Kei��. Fuck,” Your voice trembled. “Do you want to keep going?”

There was a deliberate pause.

Keigo rose up from his spot between your legs, his actions met with a little whimper that was caught in the back of your throat.

He slid over you, straddling your hips and placing his hands on either side of your head.

You stared up, now wide-eyed yourself. 

Keigo had never looked this intense before. There was still something so fucking tender and raw about how he looked at you, a sweet smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. You cupped his jaw, tilting your head to get more of him.

He pulled away, his breath coming in little puffs as his wings slowly spread out behind him.

“Can I please make you cum? Please?” Keigo asked so sweetly, kissing down your neck. “Let me make you feel good.”

How quickly does the master become the student. Or, maybe receiver.

All the same, thoughts of training Keigo were gone. With the smoldering look he was beaming you from his amber eyes, all you could do was give him a breathless ‘yes, please.’

Keigo was smitten under your command. 

He slid down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. Nothing harsh, nothing that could hurt or be painful. Each movement was matched with a flicker of a grin from him with the way your body jumped with every touch. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” You lavished him in praise as he drifted down your body, settling between your legs once more.

This time, he gently hiked your calves over his shoulder, nestling between your thighs and adjusting as he needed.

You swallowed, the feel of Keigo so close making your cunt ache. You needed him in a way you’d rarely let yourself indulge before. Most of the time, the feeling of needing release after a particularly steamy makeout session with Keigo was sated with a well-used vibrator and a glass of wine.

But, to have Keigo so close and so ready?

You could feel the slick dripping from your hole at the mere thought. The coil in your gut already seemed tight with the anticipation of it all.

“God, dove,” Keigo breathed. Without missing a beat, he dragged his tongue up your cunt, stopping at your clit to swirl his tongue around it once. 

He pulled away, but not before dropping a kiss on the throbbing bud. All the while, you let out little keens and gasps, forcing your hips still so as to not overwhelm him. 

You looked down at him, lips parted and wet with spittle. His eyes met yours, lips curled in a smug grin, “You’re so beautiful. Can I taste you more?”

You could tell by the tone, look in his eye, and your knowledge of Keigo’s general demeanor that the moment he got the hang of making you feel good, he was going to take advantage of his prowess and become the most obnoxious tease. 

You savored the thought.  

“Please, Keigo. Show me how good you are.” You breathed back, letting yourself relax into the sheets as Keigo went to town.

At first, he only used his tongue. He left languid licks as he pressed as close as he could to just ravish you with what he had learned.

Keigo was obviously a very talented, well-trained person. He showed you with the way he ate your cunt like it was ambrosia and nectar, tracing shapes and sigils on your flesh with the way his touch bewitched your body, wracked with tremors and needy cries. 

Quickly, he was pressing a finger into you. This time, he wasn’t so slow, but still, the amount of care he put into the motion was almost startling. He gently pumped in and out of you, all the while still kissing at your clit. He lapped at it, nonsense words and sweet nothings being spelled out on the sensitive flesh, each movement causing hot pleasure to curl your toes and bend your spine.

You cried and moaned for him, giving him all the praise you could find your lust-fogged mind. With each utterance of how Keigo was a ‘good boy’, you felt his throaty groans vibrant against your sensitive bits. 

You cherished the feeling.

Keigo withdrew his fingers, taking a breather from licking you as well. Glancing up at you to check-in, he beamed up at your already fucked out expression.

“Feeling good?” He asked, kissing your thigh with a quick nip.

He’s getting bolder.

“Very good,” you hummed, yipping at the sensation of two of his fingers playing with your entrance. You weren’t above begging, despite knowing that allowing him to figure out how into it he would be was a dangerous move. “Please, Keigo. M-make me cum for you.”

He hummed, musing over it, Pandora’s box opened. 

Though, he seemed to decide to test out teasing on another day. Keigo was kind enough to fuck his two fingers into you, cunt nearly sucking them in with the way you were already so tense and ready. 

You could feel his smile against your clit as he tried sucking it into his mouth, curling his fingers at the exact same moment.

The gentleness, the carefulness and the love in it all nearly made your vision white out. You clung to lucidity, babbling sweetness to Keigo as he massaged at your insides, fucking them earnestly with his perfectly toned muscles behind each movement. 

As he tongued at your clit, he never took his eyes off you, watching each of your twitches and reactions and adjusting accordingly. He hardly had to, though. The slick drenching his fingers and the way your hands flew to his hair were more than enough of a sign that you were already getting close. 

“Fuck, fuck, Kei’, don’t stop—” You nearly sobbed as boiling pressure was so close to bubbling over in your belly. 

His fingers truly fucked into you as he grunted against your sex, moving with more vigor but not once losing rhythm or pace. You could vaguely tell that he was grinding against the bed, scarlet wings extended, and flapping every few moments. 

With one final kiss to your clit, you crested over the edge and let yourself go.

You spasmed around his fingers as you wailed out his name, hands flying to his hair to hold him to your cunt, grinding against his face as he sputtered out his own moans. His hips stuttered against the bed, wings beating the air a few times as your back arched and you sang for him.

He kept moving through your orgasm, pressing and rubbing at your cunt with all the technique and knowledge he could, guiding you to the last moments of your peak.

You fell against the sheets, boneless. Sweat laid sticky in your hair as your chest heaved with breath. 

Keigo, the surprisingly attentive lover, popped up from between your legs, “Was that okay, dove?”

“God, Keigo,” your vision still spun as you reached for him. “Fuck, it was so good. You’re such a good boy, such a good fucking boy, Keigo.” 

“I am, now?” Keigo’s normal teasing mood coming alive once more. “Glad to hear that. Can I do that again sometime?”

“Anytime, fuck,” You propped yourself up on your elbows, dragging him closer. It was then noticed his softened cock, wet with cum. “Did... you come? From eating me out?”

“And, uh, humping the bed.” That shame presented itself once more in his voice. Even as you dragged him closer, cuddles necessary, he looked a little ashamed. “I got a little excited.”

“Keigo,” You put your palms to his cheeks, squishing them and frowning softly, but the expression quickly turned melancholy. “That’s good. It’s all about both of us feeling good. And, did it feel good for you?”

“Fuck yes,” Keigo breathed, tension rolling out of his shoulders with your reminder. He snatched you up by the waist, dragging you to his chest as he fell to his side on the mattress. “It felt so good. Thank you.”

He peppered a smattering of kisses across your face as you giggled, all for him.  

“Thank you,” Quietly, you returned the sentiment, kissing the apple of his cheek. “For being so good, really. You really are a good listener when you want to be.”

“I guess I am, huh.” At that, Keigo chuckled, nuzzling his nose into our hair with a hum. He wrapped you up the best he could with his wings, allowing you to go gooey in his arms. 

“I’m excited to see what else you can teach me.”

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taglist:  @sinclairsamess

[fuxkingmarvel]

Party Favors

Summary: Cops are called after a noise complaint. The town’s sheriff arrives at your Halloween Party.

Pairing: Modern Day Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (male), degrading language, manipulation, age gap (reader is 20)

Parents gone for the weekend.

What better way to celebrate Halloween? It’s a small town and your house was the ideal place for a party!

“Are you okay?” You questioned as your best friend pointed to the window.

“Hello... don’t tell me you’re hiding from your ex” you laughed trying to lighten the mood as she shook her head.

“No. Worse. I think someone called the cops” Your friend bit her lip, as she grabbed her purse.

“Look, I don’t need to get some ticket by the sheriff. I think I’m just going to head out before he comes.” You sighed lightly at your friends words.

Great! Leave me here with this mess, even though you helped plan the damn party.

Before you knew it, the siren of the sheriff’s cop car alerted everyone. Some of the less drunken students got the memo and began to scatter away. While others, truly didn’t give a damn.

You groaned lightly, peeking through the blinds of the window to see Sheriff Bodecker exit his car.

You watched as he walked with confidence towards your front door. Your eyes roaming him from top to bottom. He could definitely manhandle you if he wanted. Clearly, he was way too old for you.

But god, did he look good in a uniform.

“We meet again, Miss Y/N. You know I thought after your first year in college, you would have learned your lesson” Bodecker explained but the only thing you could concentrate on was the way his tongue played with the toothpick in his mouth.

Your eyes fixacted on the other ways he could put his tongue into use.

“Y/N”

You try to hide your blush before meeting his eyes. “Sorry Sheriff... What’s the problem here?” You question shyly, your arms crossed as you lean against your front door.

He licked his lips, his eyes roaming your body lingering a little too long on your breasts. Maybe that was your fault as you decided to dress up as a sexy devil, the outfit exentuating your breasts dangerously so.

He chuckles dramatically. “You drunk, darlin’... because that’s a stupid question if you ask me”. You choke on his words, your face feeling hot.

“Got a noise complaint. It is Halloween after all.” Lee casually states, stepping in close as he tries to peek into your house. His hands press on your hips and you could smell his cologne.

“Mind if I check the premise” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’re hiding something from me...” You shake your head, widening your door, as your house is now empty. The last stranglers leaving through the back door.

Lee steps inside. Empty red cups carelessly thrown on the rug and table. Busted beer cars on the side. Even accessories from people’s outfits are on the floor. He shakes his head as he kicks the can.

“Quite some party you had, darlin” You cross your legs from the way his new nickname for you, rolls off his tongue.

“Now, where is he?” You furrow your eyebrows, watching Lee’s movements as he enters the kitchen. He places his sheriff hat on the counter. You follow behind him.

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend.”

You start to clean up the cans off the floor. Embarrassed by the mess from the party. “In my dreams” you simply state, laughing nervously as you dump the cans into a garbage bag.

Lee walks behind you, trapping you between the kitchen counter. He lifts your chin up, his blue eyes boring into yours. Goosebumps shooting up on your skin.

“Now, don’t lie to me” his voice becomes lower and rougher. “Someone has to be takin’ good care of this cunt. Maybe Arvin Russell... he’s about your age” You gasp at his words, your body becoming tense as you fingers wrap around the marbel counter.

Lee spreads your thighs in an instant, his slight hard on throbbing against you.

“I leave you with too many warnings. I think this time, you return the favor” he smirks slyly, his thumb stroking your cheek and then your lips. You open your mouth slightly and Lee pushes his thumb inside. Your tongue swirling around him as his eyebrows jump up in suprise and a smirk grows on your face.

You weren’t expecting this for the night, but you craved Bodecker for the longest.

Always imagined how he tasted, how good he was in bed. Lee was right. He gave you multiple warnings throughout your college years. Your friends stating the Sheriff had a weird secret obsession with you.

“He’s a sad lonely fuck, Y/N! His wife left him and now he probably jerks off into Pepsi Cups to the thought of you!” You shook your head and covered your ears. “Guys stop! You don’t know what you’re talking about” Your friends scoffed at your foolishness.

Lee palms himself lightly as you suck on his thumb. Before you knew it, you were popping off his thumb and ready to suck something bigger. You bit your lip in hesitation before sinking down on the hardwood floor. The outline of his cock pushing against his trousers.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this for the longest. I see the way you look at me. Come on, take out my cock, darlin. Play with it.” He breaths in deeply as his hands find their way through your hair.

You fumble with his zipper before pulling him out, your eyes widening at the size. Holy shit... Lee’s eyes darken, grabbing his cock and dragging it against your lips before he uses his cock to slap your cheek. You moan in ecstasy as His pre-cum smears on your lips. You lick your lips before gently sucking on his tip.

Lee groans roughly before pushing himself in your mouth. You whimper lightly as his hand grips your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

It felt good but so wrong. Your knees digging into your floor as you gave a blowjob to your Town’s sheriff. Nevertheless, you pumped the rest of his shaft but Lee wanted more. He starts finding a frantic rythm causing you to gag.

“Fuck—! You like my big cock.. better than these college boys! Yeah, it is!” He praised thrusting in and out of your mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Just like that, taking my cock like a good little whore” His cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, as tears ran down your eyes.

“I always knew you were good for something darlin’, gunna cum in that pretty mouth and you’re going to fuckin’ swallow it all” You whimpered at his words. Your mouth being used as his personal fuck toy.

He rolled his eyes back getting closer to his release before pulling out of you. Your appearance was messy. Mascara running down your face. Your saliva and his pre-cum connecting from your lips to his cock. You looked up at him panting softly, your thighs rubbing against yourself wishing they could get their own release.

“Stick your tongue out, gunna paint your mouth and face” he spat, as he pumped himself fast you opened your mouth fully.

“Fuck— I’m cumming!” His release falling onto your tongue and face. You swallowed him all, even dragging your fingers across your cheeks and sucking on any last remnants of his cum.

You stood up quickly, your nails raking over his body. You wanted more. Kiss him. Have him touch you.

Anything.

Lee stroked your cheek lazily, looking at you with lustful eyes.

“My turn?” You dared to ask, tilting your head as you gave him innocent eyes. You leaned in to kiss him but he pushed you back by your hips.

“What—?”

“This is your punishment, darlin” he put his half softening cock back into his boxers, lifting up his trousers and zipping himself up. He grabbed his sherrif hat from the counter and placed it on his head. You whined lightly at his actions following him like a little puppy.

“That’s not fair-! You can’t just—“ you huffed dramatically. Your hormones spiking up with each move.

“Shit, don’t be so dramatic” he slapped your ass roughly before casually heading to your living room. You gasped stopping in your tracks. His cocky attitude peeking through.

“Now I don’t wanna hear another complaint, or Sheriff Bodecker will have to come back again and teach you another lesson.”

“Oh— And Happy Halloween.” He winked at you before striding out your house like nothing had ever happened.

[absolutepokemontrash]

This took forever…
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 SO! I finally got a proper fully colored drawing of my Obey Me MC! Character info + her relationship with the bros under the cut so I don’t clog up the tags!

Character info first!

Himiko is the third oldest in a family of seven sisters and is arguably the most responsible of the bunch. You could say she’s the Lucifer of her family, but if you’d like to continue living I’d recommend against saying that. 


She puts on the facade of a proper and polite lady but deep down she’s hiding a metric tonne of snark and sass, and even deeper she’s hiding a caring older sister type who would take a bullet for you.

You may be asking yourself, why is she wearing a devil horn headband? The answer? Spite. She was wearing it pre Devildom too so it has nothing to do with the boys! 


Her family is *incredibly* wealthy, so while she did learn a lot of things, it’s kind of turned Himiko into a bit of a dumbass when it comes to normal everyday household things. Ask her how to understand the political history of Japan and she’ll give you a five hour lecture on the topic, but ask her to cook dinner and you’ll need to call the fire department. 


Her birthday is December 25 and she’s 20 years old at the start of the game.

Himiko has… problems with emotional intimacy. She’s never really had the opportunity to really bond with anyone outside her sisters, so the idea that she could ever care deeply for someone that ISN’T family is absolutely terrifying to her. (Welp, bad news for her because she’s about to be forcibly adopted into a family of crazies) 


When she first got dropped into the Devildom… Hoo boy… her entire life she had been put on a pedestal and no one other than her sisters had dared to say ANYTHING critical of her in her presence and now she’s figuratively AND literally at the bottom of the food chain… let’s just say reality hit her hard in the face.

Relationships!

Himiko thought Lucifer was the one sane person in the entire House of Lamentation. That opinion did NOT last long. After the first attempted murder and the shit he said at the retreat, Himiko and Lucifer’s opinions of each other were in the gutter. Then the London trip happened! Their opinions of each other rose! Then the first timeline’s Belphie incident happened and oh wow would you look at that, back into the gutter. Damn. FINALLY, after all the time travel shit, they both think of each other as a pain in the neck, but if anything happened to the other there’d be blood spilled. It’s tough when Himiko’s biggest flaw is her own pride and she’s actively needling the Avatar of Pride.

Mammon was Himiko’s worst nightmare made reality. This person, widely regarded as a scumbag moron was supposed to protect her??? Uh uh. No. Mammon thought that Himiko was the human embodiment of annoying. At least till the Goldie hostage situation, Himiko mainly went along with it because she wanted revenge for all the eating-related threats and name-calling. Now, Himi’s way to prideful to ever admit this buuuuuut, she was incredibly lonely during her first week. She needed a friend and she needed one FAST. Before the two needed to binge TSL, Himiko took Mammon shopping under the guise of needing him to carry her shopping bags, and ended up buying him a sick new jacket and sunglasses. You can buy affection right? Apparently. Or was it the compliments she gave him while she was making him try on the jacket? We’ll never know for sure. Listen, just because the two of them want to spend a lot of time together DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER ALRIGHT?! HAND HOLDING SHOULDN’T MAKE HIMIKO THIS NERVOUS UGH-

W E E B P O W E R U N I T E! Well, not at first. Himiko’s a closet weeb! She probably teased the crap out of Levi about how much he obsessed over his “totally stupid” anime. It was all fun and games until Levi walked in on Himiko watching Sailor Moon. “YOU LIKE ANIME?!” “N-NO!” “YOU’RE AN OTAKU TOO!” “W-WAIT! NO I’M NOT!” “WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE ANIME????” “…Madoka Magica.” Now the two are anime and gaming buddies! At first Levi was miffed about Himiko’s rampant hypocrisy buuuuut they both moved past it for the greater anime good.

Satan and Himiko’s joined energy is too much for Lucifer to handle. The two are constantly pestering him to let them get a cat, and they somehow found the time to collaborate on a 50 slide PowerPoint presentation on why Lucifer would suck 55% more if he didn’t let them get a cat. At first, Himiko was low-key intimidated by Satan, and he generally seemed pretty disinterested in most of the shenanigans she got up to until they made a pact. Now they’re pretty good buddies and think quite highly of each other.

Himiko: The circumstances of one’s birth is irrelevant, it’s what you do with your life that matters.

Satan: Thanks Himiko. That’s nice of you to say.

Levi (whispering to Himiko): Are you quoting Mewtwo???

Himiko (whispering): Shut up! It’s making him feel better isn’t it??

If this were a musical, Asmo definitely would sing a rendition of Popular with Himiko. Before the pact was made, Himiko *really* wanted to be Asmo’s friend but would never admit it, his sass was impeccable! Asmo thought Himiko was cute yeah, but nothing special. After the pact, total besties. It takes a true friend or a certified insane person to tell the Avatar of Lust that the shade of blue he’s going to go clubbing in isn’t doing him any favours and he should change into different shoes. The Himi/Asmo duo is to be feared by all who come across them.

For the love of all things good in the world DO NOT LET BEEL AND HIMIKO NEAR YOUR FRIDGE! At the start, Himiko found Beel’s near constant eating annoying as HELL. Like, he’s the avatar of gluttony but all that *gross* junk food must be wreaking havoc on- Holy shit junk food is amazing. After the hiding Luke incident where Himiko’s big sister instincts ™ kicked in and she got between Beel and Lucifer, Himiko had to come to terms with the fact that she may *actually* care about some of the people she had met. After all the other shenanigans, Beel is basically her thousands of years older little brother.

 Belphie… hoo boy… strike one: He took advantage of Himiko’s rarely seen sweet side. Strike 2: he fuckin killed her dude! Belphie is yet to hit strike 3. I like to think there’d be a mini lesson between 16 and 17 where the two hash out their issues. After that, their relationship is probably the closest to an actual sibling relationship. They annoy and tease the everloving shit out of each other but if anyone messes with one of them the unfortunate soul will have to deal with the other AND Beel.

I might do the undatables if anyone actually cares and I’m not just talking to a brick wall lol. Thanks for making it this far and reading all my OC brainrot!

[evolsinner]

⊱┊15

when my last subject arrives for the day, i decide to head in early. the room is empty and neat with all the chairs nicely tucked in and no balls of papers lying about. it definitely won’t stay like this for long though, english lit class is always a mess when the day is over.

i walk over to the teacher’s desk and skim my hand along the smooth timber before plopping myself on the snug swivel chair and spinning myself around. so this is how comfortable he is when we students have to sit on those rock~hard chairs. no fair!

i hear voices at the door. sir’s voice in particular.

“no problem,” he tells another teacher. “right, i’ll get them working on that as soon as we’re done with this chapter.”

their conversation continues until the classroom door opens and shuts.

“rosé, you’re early today.”

i shrug.

“and you’re also in my seat, i see.”

“yup, that too,” i spin myself around again. “kinda comfy.”

he shakes his head with a small chuckle before placing his mug and some printed worksheets down on the table. “are you going to get off now or do i haveta make ya?”

“i dunno, sir, i’m sorta liking it.”

he scoffs, “c’mon, luv, give it up. there’s not much time,” he glances at his wrist, “before the lesson commences.”

“ight, fine,” i say. “i’ll get off.”

he gazes at me sus, “just like that, aye?”

“just like that,” i move aside, gesturing to the chair.

he sits down sceptically.

the teacher’s desk is covered from the class’ perspective but hollow from the other side. this is perfect for what i’m aboutta do next, hehe.

“rosé, the hell are you doing?”

i crawl under the table, “what do you think, sir?” reaching for his belt.

he starts laughing nervously, “no, don’t even think about it, princess. not while i’m at work,” and places his hands over mine.

“why not?” i ask ambitiously.

his grip is loose which means he’s only saying the stuff he thinks he has to say. i unhook the belt because he doesn’t really stop me, and i pull the zipper down, again he doesn’t stop me.

“there’s only 5 min~” he begins.

“then i’ll do this in 5 minutes. gee, relax, will you?”

my mission is to make him cum in 5 minutes. i can do it, i think. i mean, i watched a buttload of porn last night to learn how to do this, so i’d like to think i have some idea. besides, it’s great that mr killian is my test subject. after all, he always threw tests at us! grr.

sir pushes his chair forward, accepting my request. good boy.

i encircle my fingers around his shaft, he’s so big that my fingertips fail to meet... oh god. sensuously, i run my tongue along his amazing, kinda scary, length. his breathing elevates, but he tames it with a calm exhale. i twirl my tongue over his tip and suck on it a little, really wanting to know how he tastes. soft suppressed groans leave his mouth which turns me on.

“christ..!” sir flinches when i accidentally nip him. “careful, sweetheart, or i will spank ya the next time that happens again.”

i kinda want him to spank me... is that weird?

“sorry,” i murmur, turning red.

i decide to venture down to his balls, sucking on them gently. he groans and his dick pulsates in my grip. this immediately makes me wet only cause my dirty mind imagines that happening when it’s actually inside of me. i massage his balls whilst licking his length up and down again.

“enough teasing, take it all in now,” sir demands.

i lick my lips wet and take as much of him in that i possibly can, trying my utmost best not to gag. i firmly press my lips down, going back and forth. I can only take half of him in so my hand makes up for it by stroking the other half.

the veins in his arms pop up, not to mention the ones in his dick too!

“oh damn, rosé..” sir brings his hand under the table and grabs a handful of my hair, assisting with the motion. “fucking...hell,” he groans hoarsely and pushes his other arm down on the table in rapture. “faster!”

my head goes back and forth with my lips pressing onto his shaft. some moments later, i know i’m reaching his climax when he inhales deeply and groans with his exhale, releasing his yummy cum, simultaneously, the door swings open.

holy shit.

mr killian aggressively clears his throat like 20 times and hastily pushes his chair further in, ko’ing me in the fucking nose. ouch! my eyes go watery as i hold onto my nose and i remove my mouth with a portion of his cum dripping down my chin. a few markers fall off the desk too.

“hey, sir,” stefania, unbeknownst, greets him and goes fetches the fallen texters. “you dropped these.”

i make sure i’m fully hidden from sight, squeezing my little self into the uncomfortable wooden corner.

“t~thank you for that,” mr killian roughly takes them out of her hand.

the bell rings and all the students begin rushing in.

could i have made this any worse for the both of us?!

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

so class was fun. by ‘fun’ i mean i was stuck under his table for a whole hour. a quarter way through the lesson, i get a text from larissa.

b!tch👸🏾💕 wua?!

me hows sir doin ?

b!tch👸🏾💕 he a bit sweaty 4 sum reason… u comin in 2day?

me im here alrdy

b!tch👸🏾💕 ????

me under da table…

and i’m guessing she was drinking water when she got my reply because i pre much hear someone burst water out everywhere.

the dismissal bell rings and students routinely get up again.

“sir!” a boy hollers, his footsteps nearing the front. “want me to erase the board for you?”

“no!” mr killian says rather very loudly and the class falls silent for a brief moment. “i mean, no, that’s okay. i got it, thank you.”

“ight, cool...” the boy sounds a little taken aback.

sir closes the door on the last student and slumps down on his chair. he exhales and rubs his face like he just accomplished a ‘mission impossible’. i grab onto his knees and haul myself up, hitting my head on the edge of the desk and falling abruptly into his arms.

he catches me and stares into my orbs with great concentration. his face has turned to stone and those neon green eyes could poison me with whichever blink they choose to.

“ow...” i murmur, rubbing my head.

he appears sooo motherfucking pissed. don’t all boys want bj’s? i didn’t think he’d get mad about it.

then instead of a ‘are you fucking insane’ {larissa’s style}, he bursts into outright laughter. i peer into his eyes, studying this specimen, but hearing his laugh makes me join in with him. i don’t even get what’s so funny??

“i fucked up,” i admit. “i’m sorry.”

“yeah, you did, rosé. and the next time you wanna try something like that, you let me know beforehand, ight?”

i nod shamefully and he starts laughing again. i snuggle my head into his chest, embarrassed of myself. he hugs me and smooths out my hair.

[honeymoonjin]

Chapter Seven

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

Your mind malfunctions as he leans in closer, still with that shit-eating grin on his face. Your cheek is burning under his light touch and you know he can almost definitely feel it. You can scarcely breath, lips parting, and with eyes half-lidded you don’t notice him moving past your mouth to place his lips on the shell of your ear instead.

“Did you really think I was going to kiss you?” he whispers sultrily.

You swallow hard, staring over his shoulder with wide eyes. “N-no, Your Majesty?” In a daze, your eyes land on the skin just above the edge of his gown, a roughly diamond-shaped birthmark on the back of his neck. It seems familiar to you, but you can’t think from where.

He chuckles sinfully, pulling back to look at you with a teasingly cocked head. “Why, my darling, we don’t even know each other! I can’t go around kissing every beautiful healer that saves my life. Seokjin prefers to be paid in gold.”

You snicker at the innuendo. “Much to your disappointment, I’m sure.”

King Jeon gives you a sly blink-and-you’ll-miss-it wink and stands back up. “Now, I do want to thank you for your indispensable services, of course. Those clothes of yours aren’t exactly common for a lady.”

You straighten your back in offense. “With all due respect, Your Highness, I couldn’t save your life nearly as effectively wearing a birdcage.” You stand up quickly, bending over to tie up a leather lace on your boot that had loosened in your fall.

You miss the way his eyes linger on your behind. “I never said I didn’t like them. I like them quite a lot. Perhaps you’d appreciate something more useful. A horse, perhaps? To make your journey to and from the palace quicker, seeing as you’re so opposed to remaining here.”

You think back to your last encounter at a friend’s birthday party, where a pony tipped you over into a pile of mud. “No, thank you.”

“You know, I’ve never heard of a commoner turning down a gift from the King. Fine then, some jewels to decorate that pretty neck of yours.”

Your attention is divided; staring anxiously at the clock just past his head as you try and inch closer to the door behind him. “I’m all good, no jewels required. I’m gonna head out now, I think, anyway, nice seeing yo-”

He reaches out and deftly snags your wrist, tugging you closer in a movement so abrupt you smack right into his chest, automatically propping your free hand against his chest to steady himself. “You’ve worn me down, little girl. I’ll give you what you want, then.”

You open your mouth to protest, but it proves to be a mistake as he leans down and captures your parted lips in a fiery kiss. Any sound of offense is muffled by him, the slight flick of his tongue against the inner side of your lower lip catching your breath, before he pulls away just as suddenly as he initiated it.

You blink up at him in a daze.

His thumb wipes at a patch of saliva on the corner of your mouth as he smirks. “There, you had it your way, I gave you my thanks.”

“Uh, you’re welcome.” You catch yourself, patting his bare chest awkwardly before stepping out of his embrace. “Um, goodbye. Get better soon.”

He watches with a curious look as you rush to the door and slip out but makes no further reply.

--

When you bust in the door to Yoongi’s little hut, panting from power-walking the whole way back, he’s yelling at a small white spotted piglet that’s sitting rather delicately on the main bench.

“…not that difficult! Why would you mix the lemongrass with the myrrh? It makes no sense!”

You stare in dumbfounded silence as Yoongi apparently waits for a reply from the small, cowering creature. “Uh, hey, shaman. What’s the deal with the pig?”

Yoongi sighs, collapsing onto the small couch. You’re a little distracted by the way the top few buttons of his forest-green blouse are undone, showing a triangle of unblemished skin. The fire is blazing in the hearth as a cauldron bubbles and threatens to overflow, and you can see beads of sweat making his face and chest glimmer. “That’s not a pig, it’s Taehyung.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Woah, Yoongi, that’s a little hurtful.”

He tuts in frustration, standing up again to go fumble around the countless glass jars on his main shelf. “No, that’s seriously Taehyung. I was making a potion to turn seeds into fully-grown plants to help out with our harvest this year, but that stupid idiot,” he breaks off to jab an accusing finger at the morose-looking piglet, “decided to use lemongrass instead of thyme because it smelt nicer. This isn’t a godforsaken perfumery, you swine!”

“So, you turned him into a pig as punishment?” You rush over to the table, forgetting about your time constraint and worrying instead about the quietly snuffling pig on the bench. “That’s mean! Oh, but Taehyungie looks so cute as a piglet.” You hold your hands out, cooing as the sweet creature sits up and patters along the table to you, hooves clinking on the wood.

Yoongi retrieves what he’s after and joins you, scoffing when he sees you cradling the baby animal like an infant, bobbing it gently and rubbing its tummy. “Of course not. I just decided if he messed up the recipe, he could be the first to try it. Honestly, he should be grateful he chose lemongrass instead of actual lemonjuice or he’d be a slug right now.” He leans over you, glaring at the piglet. “You hear that, Taehyung? A slug!”

You pout at the shaman and keep patting the pig. “Don’t listen to him, I would never let him turn you into slug.” You glance up. “Turn him back now!”

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow. “You do realize that’s a grown man you’re holding.” You halt your rocking, placing the pig back onto the countertop. “Right, Taehyung, you need to chew this stick of cinnamon, okay? Swallow as much of it as you can.”

You stare in wonder as a pig munching away at a small brown sprig transforms back into a long-legged, shaggy-haired human. “Holy crap.”

Taehyung bends over, coughing and wincing at the taste in his mouth, scooting off the table to go drink some water. Once he’s out of sight, Yoongi grins and puts the jar away. “He didn’t need to eat any cinnamon. The potion wears off after ten minutes anyway.”

You gape at him. “You’re a sadist.”

“On the contrary. It’s kindness that leads me to teach him these lessons. Perhaps this time it was becoming a pig for ten minutes, but if he messed up other spells it could mean significant injury or death. This way, he won’t make the same mistake again.”

You sigh reluctantly. “Okay, but don’t be so hard on him. He’s still learning.” You think back to the last time you had spoken with Taehyung, when he was locking you in that room. “Maybe make him suffer just a little longer. Enough to- Oh, shit!”

Taehyung returns just after your outburst. “What? What’s going on?”

“I have to leave, now,” you mutter as you rush behind the tapestry of the spare room to get back into your plain t-shirt and leggings. “My boyfriend is gonna be pissed.”

You freeze, one leg hovered over your shoe. Your boyfriend. How could you possibly explain to him why you were late for his show? Sorry, Jiminie, I was sucking face with the King. Won’t happen again. Was it cheating if the guy was technically dead? You were pretty sure it was. Either way, you returned home with a guilty conscience and a heavy heart.

--

“It’s fine,” Jimin mutters, but the tears streaking down his face tell you that’s a blatant lie. “If you weren’t going to make it, you should’ve told me, that’s all.”

You reach for his hand, but he quickly slips it into his jacket pocket. “Jimin, I’m so sorry.” Your voice is as low as your spirits, the two of you the last ones in the stadium after all the other performers and audience members had long gone home. “I don’t know what to say.”

He scoffs, the noise sounding wet like it’s on the edge of being a sob. “Neither do I,” he admits, “it’s like all of a sudden you don’t have time for me anymore.”

You bite your lip. “Jimin, I swear that’s not the case. I got caught up in work and lost track of time. It was unforgiveable and you have every right to be mad and upset, but-”

“I’m not mad,” he interrupts, shaking his head, “I’m not upset. I’m fucking embarrassed. Do you know how humiliating it was to tell all the guys how excited I was for you to come? I made you a little ‘reserved’ sign, taped it to a chair in the front row, and then it sat empty for the whole fucking show.”

Your face crumples as another tear tracks down his face. “What can I do to make it up to you?” you ask. “We could go somewhere now, spend some time together. Or maybe if you just want some space, that’s fine too. Whatever you want, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

He laughs bitterly. “I really should just ask for space. You know, Taemin told me I should break up with you. I kinda get why he’d say that. But I’m too fucking weak for that. As much as I hate it, I need you, Y/n. I… I just wish you felt the same way about me.”

Your heart breaks for the millionth time that night. “Jimin, this is a rough patch, and it sucks, I know, but I promise that’s all it is. A rough patch. It’s just temporary, and it’s over now. I’ll be better now, I’ll treat you like you deserve. Come on, let’s go home. I’ll shout us takeaways and we can watch a movie together. You choose the movie. Yeah?”

He sniffs harshly and wipes at his face, nodding. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

--

Later that night, after you had eaten the promised takeaways, watched the promised movie, and even had some slow, intimate make-up sex, you were lying in bed, you on your back, Jimin in his favorite position, which was fast asleep on his stomach, face cushioned by your naked breasts as he lazily swirled a fingertip in circles on your skin.

You ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the way he let out little happy grunts when you scratched at his scalp or tugged the roots just slightly. Being with Jimin felt safe, and comfortable, and. You loved watching his back rise and fall as he breathed deeply in his sleep. He had been making an effort to get some more sun where possible, and the golden shade of his skin was-

You jolt suddenly, cringing as Jimin shuffled around then went still again, clutching tightly onto you. On the back of Jimin’s neck was a patch of skin darker and pinker than the rest. A birthmark in the shape of a diamond that you finally recognized. The same one you had seen on King Jeon’s neck earlier that day.

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[langwrites]

Lang Plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses

So a while ago I said I was planning on playing the story routes in this order: Blue Lions, Black Eagles, Church of Seiros, and then Golden Deer.

The Golden Deer made a liar out of me.

So, here’s an approximation of What Happened During Verdant Wind.

So many spoilers below the cut, you guys. I do a lot of route comparisons.

Okay, I’ve been staring at the “which house do you want” selection screen for an embarrassing amount of time.

This shouldn’t be hard. I had a plan.

But no.

I clicked the Golden Deer, just like that. What the fuck, Claude. I blame you.

Immediately upon talking to this rop of students again, I can feel the difference in the social group from what the Lions were like. The latter were really a bunch of noble kids around their prince, and they felt really tight-knit. Classic Fire Emblem starter crew.

The Golden Deer is the fucking Scooby Gang.

First impressions of individuals:

Raphael, thank goodness, is the one character who absolutely has his shit in order. Sure, he’s bad at book work and thinks everything comes down to MUSCLES, but all of his emotional issues are handled by the time he arrives at Garreg Mach. He’s the brightest of sunshines.

Ignatz needs some more confidence in his art, and also I want to see his painting of Seiros. Now, if only both of his offensive stats and growths weren’t incredibly bad.

I was so close to making him my dancer. Just because he sure as hell wasn’t gonna be useful anywhere else.

Lorenz! I don’t like him. His haircut is a monstrosity.

Leonie! We are going. To be. Besties. Even though the timing of your support conversations are incredibly bad.

Marianne no please don’t be sad everyone loves you

Hilda is the greatest enabler I have ever seen. By which I mean she enables other people to do all her work for her.

Lysithea is going to have the last word with God. And especially he Death Knight.

And finally Claude! Teamwork makes the dream work, so obviously meme work does the same.

I’m sorry.

PRE-TIMESKIP

Mock battle! Marianne’s great and I love her and also the only healer oh god.

OKAY. I have access to New Game+ bonuses. What do I do first?

Immediately crank the Professor Level stat to max to avoid ever having to run short of activity points again.

Next, raise all skills I can’t easily get to at least Rank D+. HEAVY ARMOR IN PARTICULAR.

Third: Boost supports with people whose support ranks are an absolute pain in the ass to earn. Lookin’ at you, Rhea.

Also, put glasses on Byleth (named “Yuri” for this playthrough). Glasses are the bomb. I am the evil genius.

LEVEL GRINDING TIME.

It’s a lot harder with Blacksmith access being story-locked, but I can do this!

As a direct result, every single battle after this point is a complete curbstomp in my favor. Because the grind don’t stop.

I broke a lot more weapons than last time, though.

I will befriend Leonie and Ferdinand if it’s the last fucking thing I do. I will befriend everyone, and I will not get timeskip-locked out of supports! >:(

Ferdinand was my first recruit. Oh dear.

Okay, there are like five born cavaliers in this game. Leonie, Ferdinand, Lorenz, Sylvain, and I guess Dimitri if you’re on the right route.

Last time, Sylvain was a great paladin and a decent Dark Knight before he started getting one- or two-stat level ups for like thirty levels. Similarly, Dimitri was great until all his ultra-secret-awesome promotions didn’t use a fucking horse.

Contrast Leonie who, despite sitting out 99% of the game out of spite from me getting locked out of her support chain, went to endgame with a ten-level deficit and still rocked.

Ferdinand didn’t count since I failed to recruit him last time and he died. These two facts are directly related.

I didn’t use Lorenz at all; I recruited him to keep from having to kill him later.

This time, Lorenz straight-up sucks, Sylvain did the terrible level dance for like the entire game, and Dimitri’s not recruitable.

Contrast, again, Leonie. Her support chain with the player character is hot garbage, but she plowed through most of the game as a mainstay of my team and made it to Bow Knight first out of anyone.

Bernadetta and Ashe as Bow Knights don’t even come close to being as durable as she is, except for Ashe’s absolutely bananas Resistance. 29?! WHY?!

And Ferdinand is also awesome. His only real weak point is Resistance, but he doesn’t need it. He dodge-tanks everything, is faster than Leonie, and has two Saints’ relics he unknowingly stole from Seteth.

He still talks in MLA format, though.

I started putting off recruiting people so I wouldn’t have to level-grind them up to par with the rest of my team.

But if these people wanna join, of course I’m saying yes.

Lord Lonato’s rebellion and Miklan yoinking the Lance of Ruin feel way less relevant on a Golden Deer playthrough than on a Blue Lions one. None of the Herd really know who the hell these people are.

I say that despite having already recruited Sylvain for this playthrough and deploying him in the relevant level. He wasn’t treated as there by the game’s preamble cutscenes.

At least the Holy Mausoleum stuff feels more...handled? Claude actually asks questions about rebellion and about the “assassination plot,” where Dimitri didn’t really.

OKAY SO there’s this whole plot thing where Flayn goes missing for a month. With the Blue Lions, this is handled like a manhunt. Dimitri’s seriousness about the issue rubs off on everyone except Sylvain, and Felix actually correctly identifies the culprit almost instantly. He doesn’t know he’s done it, though, because basically everyone is just throwing out accusations. Manuela is the real MVP.

CONTRAST THE DEER. The very first meeting reads like a Scooby Doo episode, when they’re piling up clues and throwing out suggestions like the gang of goofball teenagers they are. Claude’s got this group running like Persona 4′s Investigation Team. None of them are jaded or frantic, they’re just doing this.

Why did Rhea entrust the investigation to a herd of teenagers.

Anyway, the rest proceeds as usual.

I don’t know why the game tries to drop the same set of hints for each route. “OoooowoooooOOOOoooo, your house leader might be the FLAME EMPEROR.”

The Flame Emperor wears heels. And is still too short to be either Claude or Dimitri. Especially Dimitri. Who the fuck let this kid get so tall.

The only real result of all this bullshit is that my wyvern-riding sniper of doom is not available during the first map where Yuri personally beat the Death Knight into the ground.

Which, by the by, was hilariously cathartic.

It doesn’t exactly matter, since the only unit who can make real use of the Dark Mage and Dark Bishop classes is unrecruitable, but bragging rights.

Remire Village’s drama is about as bad while playing as the Golden Deer. One of the foreshadowing cutscenes, though is excellent:

Claude actually finds a book that depicts The Immaculate One before its debut, only to have it confiscated by Seteth and learn that it wasn’t a library book at all; it belonged to “Tomas.” Like, all of his suspicions--which he shares with the player--start lining up. Censorship! Monsters! Sword of the Creator! What the hell is going on here??

Dimitri’s version of the cutscene involves him being caught investigating Lord Arundel by the player and Sothis. Which--since his route doesn’t meaningfully deal with the Morlocks faction aside from steamrolling them as incidental opponents--seems kinda useless.

Kicked the Death Knight into submission again out of spite.

Sylvain was useful! Mostly because I had him sit there and distract the incidentals while Claude and Lysithea cleaned house, but still!

Claude is the only lord character who seems to understand that the transforming Morlock faction probably needs to be taken more seriously. For the remainder of Part One, no one does so.

Rhea you’ve got some ‘splainin to do.

Marianne’s my team’s dancer this time. She’s a sweetheart. She seemed happy to be asked and to pursue the lessons, and being able to use Physic is a good trait in someone who’s nearly always going to be waaaaay behind the rest of the group.

Dad-stabbing happened.

Again.

Boop boop Solon’s dead.

Again.

Dear diary: I learned the definition of irony and set the Flame Emperor on fire.

I kid.

But Claude took her out in one completely overpowered shot, because crits are a thing, Flame Emperor class skills don’t reduce damage enough to survive it, and his Dex stat is through the fucking roof. And he was on a wyvern at the time because fuck it, why not.

Claude’s reaction to all of this is a minor letdown compared to the fully-rendered cutscene in the last route.

This would become something of a trend--taking out OP bosses with unexpected critical hits.

I didn’t expect to like Lorenz and now I do. How.

This is hilarious simply because he seems to be the only character that Mercedes hates. What the fuck, man.

Once again, Edelgard invades! Once again, I drop someone unexpected on her head!

Not really. It was Yuri.

Yuri does the timeskip shuffle and we’ll see everyone again after a nap.

FIVE YEARS LATER.

Aw, Claude was waiting for Yuri to show up. Adorable.

The post-meetup fight is actually harder than it was in the BL route, despite excessive level-grinding. This is due to three factors:

Claude is automatically on a wyvern, meaning that he has inherent class vulnerability to archers on a map with at least five of them. And less range than they did, for some fucking reason.

Lorenz and Ignatz started out on the same corner of the map and both of them are shitty offensive units who could barely kill a mage between them. (Neither of Ignatz’s offensive stats cracked 20 for another thirteen levels.)

I don’t have Ashe and his personal skill Locktouch, and nobody started with a Chest Key or Door Key, which meant I had to keep various enemies alive long enough to steal all of their stuff. And the enemy item drops came up one short of the number of chests on the map. I want my stuff, dammit.

LET’S MAKE A SCENE.

Randolph, as a boss in Verdant Wind, did not get any better at figuring out when he’s outmatched. Therefore, I killed him with Raphael again.

At least he straight-up died this time.

Claude didn’t even get to set the damn place on fire.

Ingrid is turning out to be way better of a unit this time than she was last time. She’s a little slower, but a lot stronger.

FELIX, WHERE THE FUCK WAS ALL THIS STRENGTH HIDING LAST TIME. YOU’RE TEN POINTS AHEAD OF THE GUY WHO HAS STORY-BASED SUPER STRENGTH.

AND SPEED.

Iiiiiiiiit’s JUDITH!

She only shows up on one map in the entire Azure Moon route, and that’s a damn shame. She’s so cool in Verdant Wind.

A lord-class character who isn’t also a Lord! WOO!

Also her spies are better than anybody’s apparently.

I am choosing to believe that because Ingrid’s family is related to Judith’s, her badassery in this route is the direct result of meeting her distant cousin and absorbing badass radiation.

There’s something funny about having to pull one over on Lorenz’s dad to get anything done. The Great Bridge falls not to power, but Claude baiting Count Gloucester’s entire army to be somewhere else. (FEAR THE DEER.)

As a result, Ladislava dies alone. (As opposed to taking Ferdinand with her due to plot shenanigans.)

Lysithea and Ferdinand’s paralogue was really quite sad, for all that the only named guy who died was deeply unsympathetic. Ferdinand’s dad was an asshole, but he wasn’t the asshole for this particular scenario, and now both of his parents are gone. :(

Felix...hasn’t heard from his dad in a while. Worrying.

Oh, and Caspar’s uncle is still dead, in case we were keeping track of that.

Dorothea’s happier with Ferdinand alive. She did an impression of the Gatekeeper. :3

Gronder Field! FUCK.

I delayed playing this chapter for two solid days because I already knew what was gonna happen. Specifically: Edelgard gets injured and evacuated, and Dimitri drops of exhaustion just in time to get run through like ten times by the Emperor’s rearguard.

I eventually got my shit together enough to do the thing.

Marianne, Raphael, and Ferdinand went after the Kingdom army first. Leonie and Felix hung back and then reinforced them after taking out the archer on the central hill.

Claude killed everyone in the center of the map, which meant Edelgard set the entire hill on fire and if Bernadetta had not been recruited she would’ve burned to death there on the spot.

Ahem.

I sent Yuri to clear the entire left side of the map by herself.

She succeeded.

Raphael KO’d Dimitri with a luck Gauntlet crit, got blasted down to half health by a Warlock, then plunked ineffectually at Dedue until Marianne used her Levin Sword to sort him out.

Ferdinand killed everyone else on that side of the map.

Claude once again got the kill on Edelgard with a lucky crit, after Yuri had killed everyone else (up to and including the Demonic Beasts) single-handedly.

And then the plot moved on. Hilda’s account of Dimitri’s death was awful, Dedue’s reaction was worse, and off we go to punch Edelgard’s teeth in.

Again.

Annette’s dad is probably dead now.

Felix’s, too.

(I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THE DAD-STABBING.)

FOOOOOORT MERCEUS.

No matter how many times I think about it, Claude’s Almyran army reinforcements only make so much sense. How the hell and fuck did he manage to sneak an entire foreign army across a whole country to help with one battle?

But hey, they’re here, and Claude almost admitted the reason why he could do that. And the arrow greeting between him and Nader was cool.

(Spoiler: On top of being the Alliance’s leader, he’s also the crown prince of Almyra!)

The Death Knight had the gall to run from my army.

Yuri punched his ticket for the third time, which was not the charm.

And then Fort Merceus took an intercontinental ballistic missile and suddenly defeating the fort’s garrison feels a lot less triumphant.

Spot the miscolored eyes in this cutscene!

Welp. Fuck it, we’re off to Enbarr. Time to also punch Hubert this time! What a change of pace.

Eyyy, it’s the Enbarr map. I totally forgot to bring Seteth and Flayn along to check out the opera house, despite a whole bunch of characters talking about how they totally wanted to check that place out at some point. No room for deadweights in a map that has SO MANY ARCHERS.

Managed to get the special dialogue between Ferdinand and Hubert, and now I’m sad again.

Killed Hubert with Claude.

And because this is a two-part map, we immediately run off to chase down Edelgard. Due to the player army not doing a really weird 180 in the middle of the plot to kick Cornelia out of Fhirdiad, she didn’t have time to turn into a giant demonic thing! She just has WAY TOO MANY MAGES.

Strategy: Forget what Door Keys are, split the team by Avoid rating, and go to town.

Claude nearly died thanks to a critical mass of Gremories and Mortal Savants (and still, what the fuck is that name), but Dedue-as-guest-character didn’t, so I count that as a win! His defense was so high that the Giant Demonic Beast couldn’t even scratch him.

Claude, Petra, and Ingrid all having Alert Stance as a skill means dodge-tanking is hilariously easy.

Also, Ingrid was supposed to just take a chunk out of Edelgard’s HP bar for the final assault and ended up crit-killing her on the first attack. With a bog-standard silver lance.

Weird as the situation turned out, I guess that means one of Dimitri’s friends really did avenge him after saying they would. Even if Dedue was the only one who had a special cutscene about it.

We rescued Rhea! And the characters being happy about it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. I want answers, same as Claude, and being forced to RP Yuri being oh so worried about Rhea’s safety felt incredibly disingenuous.

Claude actually yells at her over the “...” she seems to think is an explanation. THE TIME FOR SECRETS IS PAST.

WHY DID ALL THIS SHIT HAPPEN.

WE’VE BEEN AT WAR FOR FIVE YEARS.

A WHOLE BUNCH OF PEOPLE DIED HORRIBLY FOR BASICALLY NOTHING.

Incidentally, this is why I didn’t end up playing Edelgard’s route as planned. Her logic for kicking two other sovereign countries in the balls felt incredibly self-centered.

At least Catherine’s happy. Same with Alois and the rest of the Church crew.

They are soon going to be not as happy.

I’m filling out the ENTIRE support log before endgame. I have absolutely no idea what characters are going to end up together as a direct result.

The last conversation? Seteth and Manuela’s A+ support!

Because so many of the support conversations are romantic at A/A+ level, I guess we’ve managed to turn this ragtag army into a polyarmory.

Oh boy, Thales sure is a sore loser.

I say, as though I didn’t kill EVERYONE he knew over the course of an hour and also split his skull open under Seteth’s axe. His racism would have keeled his ass over before death set in.

That sure is a ICBM.

GOD DAMMIT RHEA, THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A Q&A SESSION AFTER THIS.

WHY DOES EVERYONE WHOSE JOB IS EXPOSITION UP AND DIE.

Meanwhile: THE UBER-DEAD PEOPLE.

Claude, your route is batshit. What is this genre anymore?!

I wanna point out that, despite seeing Rhea/Seiros do the dragon thing, the player character never told Claude what the fuck that was about. I feel like one of the first things I would have done after the class reunion would be going, “By the by, did anyone else notice the fucking dragon?!”  WHO IS ALSO THE POPE???

Bah.

ANYWAY. Looooong-overdue exposition time!

I notice that Rhea didn’t out Seteth or Flayn, which was nice of her.

Claude, she can turn into a fucking dragon. I don’t think immortality is that far from being plausible.

GOD DAMMIT NEMESIS, CAN YOU FUCK OFF FOR TEN MORE MINUTES.

Uuuuuuugh fine, fuck everything, I’m putting your head on a pike.

CLAUDE, THE SWORD OF THE CREATOR LOOKS LIKE A SPINE.

OF COURSE IT’S MADE OF BONES. A BUNCH OF THE HEROES’ RELICS MOVE ON THEIR OWN!

The frantic music is not helping.

Time to kill a bandit king.

“My flabber is completely gasted by now.” Okay, that made me laugh.

Nemesis’s boss mechanic is pretty neat. To kill him at all, you need to kill all of the minibosses in the level and take down his friendship-based-plot-armor.

Or it would be, if I didn’t already make a habit of steamrolling everyone else on the field before tackling the boss at the end.

CUTSCENE.

Cutscene lesson: “Fuck honor duels.” It’s time for CHAIN SWORD LIMBO.

Claude, your bow shoots LASERS. SINCE WHEN.

Also getting kicked across the field by a dude twice his size didn’t seem to actually affect his mood much.

Awww, Yuri smiles now. Adorable. :D

AND THAT’S A WRAP.

Pairings: Yuri/Sothis (mostly to get them out of the way and see what everyone else would do), Claude/Petra, Raphael/Marianne, Catherine/Shamir, Lorenz/Mercedes, Ashe/Annette, Felix/Sylvain (bad end; the former straight up disappears), Seteth & Flayn wander off, Manuela/Dorothea, Lysithea/Linhardt (again), Leonie/Ignatz, Ferdinand/Bernadetta, Caspar/Hilda, and a couple of people are alone. Cyril gets to actually be a student after the story’s done, though!

Whew, that was fun. Gonna mix up the pairs a bit next time I play through the endgame and see what happens.

[staytiny-angel]

Caught Red-Handed

Pairing: Finn Balor/Demon King Balor/Angeline (OC)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/Sub interactions, DaddyKink, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Threesome? (Does it count as a threesome if two of the participants share a body? I feel like this should come up more often when it comes to Finn) SO. MUCH. FLITH

Author's Note: So I got hooked on ASMR. Specifically smutty ASMR. My favorite (performer?) is a guy with an Irish accent that always brings a certain wrestler to mind and so this was born.

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Angel's POV

"Acushla?" Finn's voice permeates the hazy fog of sleep I'm lost in.

"Mm?" I try to answer him but Seth had a party in his hotel suite last night so I'm tired and my head is absolutely fucking killing me.

"I have that radio show interview and a signing, then i'll be back Mo Chroi" I hear him say

"Mm" I try to make a affirmative sound

My side of the bed dips and the covers are pulled from off my head letting in the bright morning sunlight, I blink a few times and try to focus on the beautiful man leaning over me.

"Hungover darling?"

"I am never letting Dean make my drinks ever again" I reply

Finn laughed lowly "A lesson we've all learned, love"

"Is THAT why no one else drank Dean's punch?! It doesn't even taste like it has that much booze in it!"

"I don't know what Ambrose puts in that magic potion of his but its all alcoholic" Finn tells her

"Oh" I murmur already planning out how I'm going to kick Seth's ass. I'd drank Dean's concoction on his suggestion but apparently I'd been pranked.

"You need to eat something, take a shower and rest. You don't have any press today?"

I ran through my schedule in my head. "Nope. I did the last round so its Becks turn."

"Good. Eat, shower and rest." he says kissing me on the forehead "If you take care of yourself like a good girl you'll get a treat when I get back. Normal rules are still in effect. No touching that sweet little cunt while Daddy is away."

Finn's POV

The interview went off without a hitch, and I'd done my job of talking up this weekend's PPV. The signing however? That was a fucking mess. There had been a mix up with the venue's security and we'd had to cancel. So here I was back at the hotel irritated at disappointing the fans who'd come out to see me, but happy to be headed back to Angel hours earlier then I'd planned.

I get to our hotel room and open the door only to be completely shocked at the sight before me. Angel, naked except for one of my button down shirts laying on the bed in front of her laptop with a toy buried deep inside of her.

"What is this?" I say louder then I'd intended

"Daddy?!" She says sitting up abruptly "Your early!"

"The signing was a dead loss, I was going to surprise you but I'm the one who got the surprise…Is that…one of my matches? And Toys? What happened to being a good girl for Daddy?"

I hear her mutter something "What was that? Speak up." I demanded

"I got turned on watching you" she says louder, blushing from what I assumed was a mixture of arousal and embarrassment

"You are a VERY naughty girl and you are in SO much trouble" I say walking towards the bed pulling off my suit jacket and loosening my tie.

Angel's POV

Well shit. I think to myself as I watch Finn walk toward me. I’m fucked aren’t I? And from the red and black stains crawling their way across his skin as he unbuttons his shirt…not only was I in trouble, I was in trouble with both my Daddy and my King.

“Oh my Angeal was a naughty, naughty lass wasn’t she?” That dark, velvety voice that was Finn’s and not Finn’s asked me.

“Yes, My King” I answer hesitantly

Balor clicks his tongue like a scolding parent “My dear Angeline. Whatever will my host and I do with such a naughty little girl?”

Balor's POV

The host and I didn't agree on much, I personally didn't understand why he didn't just let me out to destroy all these peons who dared to disrespect us, but since we'd come to America the host insisted on doing things 'fair and square' and would only ever let me out under extreme duress. I longed for the days when my host had thought of himself as royalty and we worked together to obliterate anyone who dared to oppose us.

The only thing good about our current surroundings was the one thing on which we did agree. Our Mate. Our beautiful Angeline, with her milk chocolate skin on, curly black hair and pretty brown eyes was a warrior in her own right and the only woman we'd deemed worthy to be our Queen since we'd shared this form.

Speaking of our Queen, she'd been a very bad girl and that just wouldn't do at all.

"How are we to punish you?" I ask her, enjoying the mix of emotions drifting across her face

Finn's POV

I strip down, walk over to the bed and take Angel's laptop, glancing at the screen and seeing it paused on myself, wearing Balor's warpaint before I place it on the desk out of the way.

"Look at you, all flushed and trembling, did I interrupt you before you could come?" I ask her

"Yes Daddy" she tells me.

"Well at least there's that. Maybe I should just make you go take a cold shower to cool off. After all you disobeyed me."

"Hmm, or maybe…you wanted to try edging didn't you my Angel?"

Angel's POV

Holy fucking shit. Edging was something we'd talked about trying but now? As a punishment? With both of them?

Yes, Daddy" the words slip out of my mouth before I can even wrap my head around the gravity of my situation

I watch as my Daddy., I could tell from his movements that this was Finn, but from the ever shifting red and black coating his skin I could tell My King wasn't far from the surface.

Finn climbs on the bed with me and gently walks his fingers up my legs toward my pussy.

You know you aren't allowed to dip into Daddy's pleasure when he's not around" he says, skimming a finger along my damp slit

"Look at this, all this wet, slick heat and it's not even for me is it?"

Well, I guess technically it was since I'd been getting off on one of their matches but I doubted that would be a sufficient answer for them.

"Shhhh don't speak right now." He says before I can answer him

He picks up the vibrator I had just been using and rubbed it along the same path his fingers had just took stopping at the top of my slit to press it against my clit before flicking it on causing me to let out a loud moan.

"You were soooo close when I interruptted your fun. Sooo close to coming all over this toy. But now you're not going to…so don't you dare come Angel. Not until Daddy says so."

"My Angeal just isn't living up to her name today, is she?" My King asks me

"No My King" I answer as I start to writhe on the bed, I had been so fucking close when Finn had surprised me and now my whole body was tingling with the need for orgasm

"We have the rest of the day, I could just tease and tease and tease you for hours." my Daddy says

Shit, I both loved and hated when they decided to keep switching on me. Finn and Balor were both dangerous in their own right…but when they worked together? They were lethal to my senses.

He, and at this point I wasn't exactly clear on who was in control, moved the vibe away from my pussy and buried his face between my legs.

"You taste so fucking good. So fucking sweet. Now this. This is for me, it's for us. Isn't it my Queen?"

Well fuck, I should have known. I thought as pleasure overwhelmed me. It was Balor. Balor loved eating pussy for some reason, even more than Finn.

"Don't even think about coming" he growled against my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck!" I cried out "My King, my King. I can't." I babbled, he had to be kidding right? He was doing the exact thing that NEVER failed to make me go off like fireworks and I WASN'T allowed to come?

With one last nibbling suck, he sat up to look at me. It was definitely my King in full control now, Finn's gorgeous blue eyes were rimmed in red and black and Balor's markings were fully realized on his skin in a way no artist could duplicate.

"Do you need something to distract you?" he asks me.

When I nodded he flipped our positions so that I was draped over him with his beautiful, thick cock at my mouth and, my pussy over his face.

"Suck my cock, Angeal" he demanded before thrusting his abnormally long tongue into my pussy.

I licked at the precome beading the head of his cock, as always marvelling at the changes Balor wrought in Finn's body. He even tasted different then Finn did.

"I'm doing the teasing here not you, My Queen" Balor's voice brought me back from where I'd drifted off.

"AHHH, yesss," I hear him hiss "Now you're being a good little girl, that's it my Queen, suck my cock deep, while I eat this delicious cunt."

His words of praise send even more jolts of pleasure through my body, as he continues to wreck me.

"My perfect Queen, my perfect mate. Someone worthy of my status." I hear him growl against me.

His words cause another moan to vibrate around his cock. It was amazing to me that this was my life. That both these perfect beings, The Demon and the man agreed that I was absolutely perfect for both of them.

"When I come, my Queen you are going to swallow my seed, then and only then can you come."

With that command ringing in my ears I got serious about sucking his cock swirling my tongue around the head before sucking him to the back of my throat.

"That's it my good girl suck me down. Make your King come for you so you can come for him."

I redouble my efforts at those words, sucking him right down to the base causing him to let out a gasping moan before his hot cum filled my mouth and I swallowed every last drop.

At that moment two long fingers filled my soaking wet pussy hooking to hit my G-spot dead on "Such a good little Queen making me come for you. Now you are going to cum for me"

With those words, I exploded in pleasure with a scream hoping that none of our Co workers were in the ajoining rooms

Still breathing heavy I let Balor move me like a boneless doll until I was cuddled in his arms, tracing the patterns on his skin as they faded leaving only Finn's perfectly tanned skin behind.

"Rest, Mo Chroi" I could hear him say as I drifted off "When you wake. It's my turn."

[im-a-goner--foryou]

I’ve never sent in a prompt before but uh could you write something like a teacher! tony stark and peter is his student who uses his phone way too much in class so he takes it everyday but one day he snatches it only to find peter sexting and then he punishes him for it

(writing this to help me block out the Cursed Memory of today) Tony is very sure that the pretty boy seated in the front of his class, with his graphic- nerdy- shirt and criminally tight jeans, is out to kill him. Whether it be out of pure exasperation or sexual frustration, he can’t be sure; either way, Peter is doing an excellent job at it. Tony watches over the rim of his glasses, jaw set in annoyance, as his student types away at his phone below his table, long thick lashes fluttering as he blinks down at the screen, a corner of those (plush, rosy pink and so pretty) lips twitching upwards in a smile. For fuck’s sake, the kid’s got even bothering to hide it; scrolling and tapping underneath the table when he’s seated right in front of the teacher’s desk, in a direct line of Tony’s gaze. The older man grits his teeth a little.

“Parker,” he spits none too kindly, and a pair of warm honey eyes dart up to meet him, rounded with faux surprise and doe-eyed with innocence. Tony feels his voice deepen a little at the sight, quickly clears his throat. “How many times have I told you explicitly no phones allowed in my class?”

“Sorry, Mr Stark,” Peter mumbles, and Tony knows very obviously that he’s not from the many times he’s heard the same phrase in that meek little voice. Rolling his eyes, he reaches out an arm and makes a hithering motion with his fingers– bregrudingly the boy stands up and shuffles over, handing over his little device screen down onto Tony’s palm; it’s become almost a sort of routine for the both of them.

“You can collect your phone at the end of the day,” Tony gripes, setting it to the side of his desk; at his words Peter whirls around to stare at him, face ashen with visible horror.

“But sir,” -the older man suppresses a dark shudder down his spine at the word- “I, uh, I usually get it back by the end of your class–”

“Exactly. And yet you still never seem to learn your lesson, do you Mr Parker? Hopefully this will teach you basic classroom etiquette. Now go back to your seat, you will retrieve your phone after school and that’s final.”

Wide hazel eyes stare back at him, glassy pupils swimming; Peter’s jaw clenches, then trembles a little. His hands curl into fists at his side. “Yes Mr Stark,” he finally whispers softly, shoulders hunched forward in defeat, cheeks flushing a suspicious red as he turns back and returns to his desk– someone snickers meanly from the back of the classroom, but a sharp glare from the teacher quickly silences them.

The rest of the lesson passes uneventfully; Tony continues grading his papers, glancing up occasionally to see Peter shifting nervously on his seat, tapping his foot and gnawing distractingly on the tip of his pen cap, brows furrowed and eyes never meeting his. The phone on his desk buzzes occasionally with a notification, and the boy visibly tenses every single time; teeth worrying at his bottom lip so roughly Tony half expects to see blood. By the time the bell rings Peter’s an anxious wreck, shoving his books messily into his bag and getting up from his seat to cast one last futile glance in his teacher’s direction. At the pointed look he receives in response he ducks his head, cheeks still a flaming pink, before practically sprinting from the classroom– leaving a perplexed Mr Stark behind. Peter’s never been this nervous about Tony confiscating his phone before; he’s always seemed unbothered, as though the whole practice were not in more than a mere inconvenience, and Tony can’t help but feel curious as to why this is so.

His answer appears later on in the day, during another class– Peter’s phone buzzes insistently every few seconds, and Tony has no choice but to pick it up to turn it off– except that one cursory glance at the lit-up screen has him choking viciously on his spit, going into a coughing fit right in the middle of the classroom. Holy motherfucking shit. Jesus Christ. He must have seen it wrong, or something; there’s just no way… at least, that’s what Tony tells himself, until another glance at the message notification displayed on the screen proves him wrong. The text is filthy, there’s simply no other words to describe it– much too descriptive and crass, almost like a script of a conversation in a cheap porno than anything.

-‘Is your tight little hole wet for me, sweetheart? Hungry for something up your ass? You always feel so fucking good around my cock.’ Ohmygod. Tony is truly in danger of screaming; with a choked excuse to his students, he leaves the classroom to go to the bathroom, feeling his face warm as he scrolls through the other notifications.

-‘Such a desperate little slut for me, Peter. You’re nothing better than a cheap whore, aren’t you? You’d give yourself over to anyone, bend over and present that plush ass of yours to daddies you see on the street.’ Holy shit, holy shit. Tony actually feels a little light headed, all the blood in his head rushing to his cock; he can already feel himself tightening uncomfortably in his slacks, hardening at the vivid imagery of his pretty student in his mind.

-‘Always act so fucking innocent, baby boy… if only everyone knew what you were thinking all the time, the naughty words you text practically gagging for a look at daddy’s cock at 3am, if they only saw the videos you send me. Skinny little fingers shoved deep into your hole, stretching yourself wide open for someone you barely know on the internet.’

Unbidden, memories of Peter in class play in front of his eyes; the boy leaning back against his chair, legs spread wide with miles of creamy skin exposed and visible through the ripped holes in his skinny jeans, nibbling thoughtfully on his pen cap. Plush pink lips wrapped around the tip of it, cheeks hollowing ever so slightly as he sucks around the object, a red tongue laving around the plastic and guiding it back into his mouth, lips glistening with spit. Looking up with honey eyes as Tony calls his name, mouth parting and a thin tendril of saliva connecting the pen to his swollen bottom lip.

Peter, in his little bed late at night writhing on the covers, three fingers buried in his ass, cries of “daddy” faint from those same lips, another hand fisted around his pretty pink cocklet as he jerks himself to completion at the thought of some mystery man he texts on the phone. Peter, the sweet little innocent thing, biting his lip as he sends a ‘miss your cock, daddy’ with a sad emoticon in Tony’s calculus lessons.

Ridiculously, Tony feels a dark rush of jealousy towards this faceless man– which is, of course, all shades of fucked up. He feels painfully aroused, and most of all he feels as though he’s about to die, and his soul is beginning its descent to hell.

The door to the bathroom swings open then, and Tony’s eyes fly up from the screen– he’s gripping the counter of the sink painfully tight, practically crushing the phone in his other hand as he finally allows himself to fully fantasize about his young student who he’s had his eyes on for so long– to meet Peter Parker’s gaze, the very same boy he’s now imagining fucking over the teachers desk. They stare at each other for a long tense moment, Peter’s breath hitching in little gasps now, having caught sight of his phone clutched in the older man’s hands.

“Mr Stark,” he whimpers.

[tumblunni]

Aaaa phewf a good but scary dayyyyy

I totally forgot i was due for a meeting with the Super Rehab Center For Brain Bads. Its like this intensive boot camp version of therapy, basically? Its a shared housing accommodation where you'd have individual nurses and do lots of lessons and classes every day to work on your particular needs, while also having a bit of a shared community and helping you ykbow meet other people like you and such? So its very scary but also could be really good for me but also its a big commitment and aaaa

Anyway you might recall i talked about this like a year ago and as far as i knew it wasnt actually an opyion for me and i'd got my hopes up/got my anxieties up all fot nothing. Well recently they just suddenly called me back and gave us this short notice appointment! I didnt even khnow i was on the waiting list!!

So yeah it was Big Anxious to go to a big meeting with them again and with different people and a more intense assesment and discussion of the possibilities. But also now i was worried cos i didnt know anymore of i should be here? Like they originally booked me in for this because was in a REALLY bad place mentally last year, like never going outsode for weeks and never cleaning the house and not taking my pills and not going to dpctors appointments and i was just desperate to do ANYTHING that could get me out of this shitty town even if it meant living in an intensive therapy hospital communal dorm thing for a year. And now i've improved quite a bit so i dont know if maybe i was worrying too much and this is something too drastic? Like man is this for people with more serious problems? Am i taking away resources that could be helping someone more ill than me? And also i never even started getting anxious about the size of thecommitment last time, i was just desperate to move house and i didnt even tgink about how i have to survive a year of extra anxiety to fight my anxiety...

So anyway we had that meeting today and i was so freaked the fuck out that as we speak right now i cannot actually fully see and im mostly touch typing. I had so much of a panic attack that i hit off the damn eye twitching dizziness super symptom hell and i nearly fainted when i had to stand up at the end of the meeting and walk out the door. Like holy shit so much adrenaline burning thru my braaaaaainnnn!!! Im gonna be exhausted in a minute i bet. But i'm extra proud of myself cos my new support worker richard said that it didnt show on my face how much i was panicking, i successfully managed to keep that anxiety attack under control and finish yhe conversation with grace! And he also said its no trouble when i ask him for help and stuff cos its not just his job but a job he loves, and he was happy to spend the day this way, knowing he helped someone like me through someyhinh so important. HE'S THE FUCKIN NICEST MAN EVER

also incidentally i also learned he's a SURPRISE GRANDPA?? Like not really, i mean he's more in the older adult range, but he just dropped it casually in conversation that he's 50 and i thought he was like 28?? I mean i have prosopagnosia so i suck at recognising facial expressions but i think even normal peopke would agree he looks hella young! Thats awesome he's even more smart and experienced than i thought!! No wonder he's been so amazing at his job! And he's extra awesome for how he's a dj if he didnt grow up as surrounded by computers and stuff, yknow?

ALSO A RELATED FACT:HE JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THAT HE'S A DJ

He has a fuckin 'sound room' in his house with 'a million microphones' and he brought it up cos i was sayibg about how i wanted to learn video editing and stuff and he said he can give me a free microphone from one of his spares! Damn i need to find a way to pay him back cps he won't take actual money for it, aaaa!! And also hehelped me remember the name of that one animation software i wanted to get someday, and he offered to teach me all his Super Secrets Of Getting Free Samples And Cheatibg The Time Limit. Like man u literally work for the government are u sure u should be sayin this? XD and i didnt actually say it was lets plays but i said i wanted to practise recording my voice to show my friends in other countries and help get less anxious. And then he started talking about podcasts so man for all i know maybe he watches lets plays too! He's gonba reccommend me some educational podcasts about science abd mental health and stuff :D

So yeah it all went way better than expected and i even got an odd chance to get to know my therapist on a more personal level and get some nice help with my hobbies! Also he's the only other person i've ever met who uses Paint Shop Pro 7! A friggin 1999 art software that i still keep cos im too dumb to learn a new one aaaaa. He validated me by agreeing that its very conveinient and comparatively newbie friendly, yes! But its having incompatibility issues since windows 10 came out so aaa i know eventualky i need to learn a new thing lol

Man my sypport worker is so damn awesome and its so rare i acconplish a good thing and have a good day and dont lose to my anxiety! I jus lt wish i wasnt still experiencing the horrible side effects of that anxiety lol. Typing this up helped distract me for long enough for my vision to clear up a bit but now my headache is extreme! I hate that pills take like an hour to kick in.

Man maybe i should order a takeaway pizza or somethin?? To celebrate not fuckin up at a chance to improve my mental health! And also cos its hard to cook things when you have no functioning eyeballs!

[headlesssamurai]

Your thoughts on the new Star Wars?

[Disclaimer: The following is sarcasm targeted at social trends and contrarians the world-over. If it offends you, buck it up and have a fucking sense of humor.]

A Completely Serious Breakdown OfStar Wars: The Last Jedi

by Anita Sarkeesian & Rachel Maddow

To begin, let’s just say the best format in which to write anything on the internets is by breaking it down into a comprehensive list for no goddamn reason, other than maybe the idea that lots of people like to read lists or something because it feels a lot less like reading, and lots of people dislike reading. Right? Right.Thus, the following is a list of reasons why Star Wars: The Last Jedi is an atrocity bordering on Nagasaki levels of horror.WARNING: The following will contain spoilers and angsty disappointment.

1. Not enough transgender charactersThis one is clearly a no-brainer. Every respectable sell-out of a Hollywood screenwriter ought to know by now that their movie should contain at least one transgender, one gender-fluid, one gender neutral, and one tri-sexual character, if not more. And this is especially true in bombastic, overblown blockbusters. It disgusts me to see them disregard such a large percentage of their viewership. I know they tried to placate us with the pink-haired drag queen admiral who takes command after Leia is incapacitated, and the Asian kid who is running around with Finn the entire movie, but these characters seemed more like afterthoughts than anything else. To see them be so cavalier and conservative with their dramatis personae is just shameless.

2. It supports animal murderRight off the bat, we’re treated to a horrific scene in which Luke Skywalker, previously a shining beautiful example of a peaceful pacifist Zen master, is shown violently murdering an innocent fish with a barbed spear, then casually carrying the poor slaughtered animal back to his hut like a caveman. If that’s not enough, we later see Chewbacca, previously the most non-violent and docile character in the entire franchise, roasting a poor decapitated penguin on a spit over an open fire like some uncivilized neanderthal. Did he skin the creature while it was still alive? Perhaps we’ll never know, but it was clearly murdered with an intent to eat, and the Wookie carelessly roasts the creature’s remains in full view of its mournful cousins who must be wondering which of them will be next for bloody execution. This blatant disregard for the lives of the magical, peaceful animals of nature is truly horrifying. I can’t imagine how the filmmakers could be this vulgar. For achieving such advanced levels of technology, the people of this galaxy sure behave like feral savages.

3. Not enough wacky comedyI know there was a scene in which a confused elderly woman plays the general of an army, a riff on Karate Kid, an awkward reference to deep throating, a robot doing its best Solid Snake impression, a little kid getting mercilessly whipped by a character from a Pixar movie, Yoda acting like a weirdo again, furry anime creatures making cute noises, a guy getting unexpectedly electrocuted, enough bad dialogue to fill a Star Destroyer’s cargo hold, a fucking prank phone call scene in a Star Wars movie, and Benicio Del Toro’s face; but still. This movie could’ve used more comedy. This is made by Disney, after all, the same studio who gave us Guardians of the Fallacy, I mean every gag in that movie is just such a fucking knee-slapper, you know? Goddamn.

4. Too much explicit sexualityI was very glad to see that in Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens Disney decided to completely sever all of the vulgar and explicit sexuality depicted in every previous Star Wars film, particularly making certain this new portrayal of the galaxy was as sterile and sexless as a Dominican cloister. However, they’ve decided to flush that newfound dignity down the fucking toilet with this film. You all know what I’m talking about. There is a single scene in this movie where one character kisses another character on the lips. I know it’s just a little peck, but that’s just too much. This movie is vulgar, kids should not see it. Don’t even get me started on Kylo Ren’s sexy shirtlessness, Snoke’s pervy sex offender vibes, and all of Rey’s wet t-shirt scenes.

5. Not enough Han SoloHan Solo isn’t in this movie. ‘Nuff said.

6. Female heroine needs a manRemember Rey? That amazing, strong feminist icon from Episode VII who could do anything, fix a ship, fly a ship, shoot a gun, wield a laser sword, speak any language, and conquer anyone who stood in her path? Yeah, that girl decided to take a nap in this movie. You guessed it, she’s all fire and energy, yet the moment she sees Kylo Ren’s sweaty shirtless abs this new Rey can’t resist and falls head-over-heels for a guy who tried to slice her in half the first time they met. I mean, nothing comes of it, thank god! But seriously Disney? This is just lazy writing, and feminists everywhere should boycott this movie and fire-bomb any theater still showing it, along with all the homes of those who buy tickets to support it.

7. Too much talkingAgain, this movie was made by Disney, right? So why the hell is all the talking filled with so much boring character-driven dialogue, and not a goofy joke or lyrics in a sing-a-long? I cannot imagine how they expected to tap their drooling Marvel MCU fanbase with this many narrative-relevant scenes of people talking which don’t include funny gags or nerdy references from a Tony Stark-esque character. What a disappointment.

8. Not enough racial diversityI know there’s a Spanish-Puerto Rican man, a black man, a Guatemalan man, two Vietnamese women, a few white people, another black guy, a Wookie, the previously mentioned drag queen, a Mon Calamari, some other aliens visible when they go to Monte Carlo, and whatever alien that one dude was; but still. That’s only representing a few out of, like, hundreds of thousands of other ethnic groups all over the planet, not to mention the millions if not billions of alien species throughout the galaxy whose children have no characters to look up to in this movie. The distinct lack of Jews was most jarring for me, and I wouldn’t hazard to call this film anti-Semitic exactly, but it does make you pause for contemplation.

9. Glorification of violenceDo I really need to say this out loud? Holy shit. There is so much violence in this movie it makes me nauseous. People blowing people up, decapitation and dismemberment, savagely beating each other to death with clubs, animals being whipped, children being whipped (even if it’s funny, it’s still violent), casino patrons being violently trampled to death by stampeding anime creatures, bodies being engulfed by fiery explosions, explosions engulfing explosions, and at least two cases of fanatically intentional suicide which result in the violent death of hundreds if not thousands of others. All told, it’s one of the most violent movies released this year, with a body count that likely surpasses Man of Steel and the first Avengers film combined. How can audiences be this bloodthirsty? It’s just, I don’t know, sickening. You fandom kids should renounce yourselves and practice self-flagellation, as far as I’m concerned.

10. It supports child slave soldiersIn the very first scene, the character Poe Dameron supports a group of Resistance bombers who are trying to destroy a First Order dreadnought. We see the flight leader protecting the bombers is a young girl who couldn’t be older than twelve piloting an A-wing fighter and mercilessly blasting TIE fighters out of the sky. Forgetting the fact that war is already traumatic for fully grown adults, how is the Resistance okay with putting a child in harm’s way like that? I’m astounded. This is so controversial, I can’t believe it isn’t being hotly debated by mouthbreathers all over the internets.

11. Not enough lightsabersLikely the film’s biggest transgression of all. It’s a well-known fact that the mindless drooling fans who attend the cult gatherings known as Star Wars Celebrations and sew their own costumes to wear to premieres (only to turn around and hatefully review the film later on YouTube) only really want to see one thing: lots and lots of lightsaber battles. That’s the only thing Star Wars has going for it these days, after all. And this time nobody bangs a lightsaber against another lightsaber even once. Not once in the entire movie! Jesus, Joseph, and doggy-style Mary! What pointless drivel. I’m considering petitioning the studio for a bid to get my money back after seeing this farce. Don’t they know anything about what makes Star Wars great?

Parthian shotsDespite all of these many, many flaws, Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi is not entirely without merit. There are some cool CGI effects in almost every scene, for one thing. Throughout the film we also learn some very valuable life lessons, such as:- Anime creatures have invulnerable faces that can smash through anything without the slightest injury.- Shields work best when gunfire is coming from very far away.- Any man in a position of power is either irredeemably evil or an impulsive and weak-willed incompetent fool.- All roads lead to failure.- The best way to be good at something is by sucking at it.- It’s okay for bystanders to be violently trampled to death so long as they’re rich.- All law enforcement officers are evil corrupt bastards.- Freeing captive animals is more important than freeing the slave children who tend to them.- And the only way to win a war is through the magical power of love, even if the enemy is in the process of blowing up your friends while you’re deliriously saying so.

   Huzzah.

       侍   headless

[fanficsofmine]

Drunk- Chanyeol Scenario

A/N: Hey everyone!!! This is another Chanyeol smut request but this time it's for an aggressive Chanyeol fic. Just wanted to give a quick reminder that this is completely fiction and I don't believe he would actually be like this in real life. Anyhow, thank you so much for the request and I really hope you like it! (It may have killed me a little to write as well lol) -A “Minnie! Come over here and take another shot with us!” I yelled from across the bar. I was out celebrating the end of tour with Chanyeol and the other members, and a few of us decided we were going to go shot for shot. They knew that I could hold my liquor, so Minseok and Sehun decided that they were going to test my limits tonight. Little did they know, I could probably drink them under the table. I tossed my shot back, the alcohol burning my throat on the way down. “That’s 6. When are you guys going to give up? I can do this all night” I taunted. Minseok ended up dropping out after the next round, but Sehun kept up with me, surprisingly. We were 8 shots in when one of my favorite songs came on in the club. “Oh My God YESS this is my favorite song!” I yell, I look around the room for Chanyeol, wanting to pull him out onto the dance floor. I spotted him across from me having what seemed to be an in-depth conversation with Junmyeon, so I decided to leave them alone. Instead I grabbed Sehun’s arm. “Come dance with me Hunnie!” I yelled over the music, yanking him out on the dance floor with me. We danced for a few songs, took a few more shots, and headed back out onto the dance floor. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, and I stumbled into Sehun while we were dancing. His hands quickly found my hips, pulling me into him to help steady me. He must have been pretty drunk as well, because his hands decided to linger on my hips much longer than I expected. I put my hands over top of his, trying to remove his hands from my hips when I looked up, making direct eye contact with Chanyeol from across the club. He was staring at me intensely, his brow furrowed and jaw clenched. I removed Sehun’s hands from me as Chanyeol quickly made his way over to us. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asked, raising his voice with Sehun. “H-hyung I can explain” Sehun slurred, trying to defend himself. “You know what, I don’t care at this point. Y/N, we’re fucking leaving. Now.” He spat, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the club. I tried explaining myself multiple times on the way out, telling him it wasn’t what he thought it was, but he ignored me. He pulled me across the poorly lit parking lot, making it to his Range Rover quickly. Without warning, he pushed me up against the passenger side of the car, pinning me against it with his hips. “You think you just can dance with Sehun like that? Letting him grab your hips and pull him into you?” he growls, keeping me pinned against the car. I tried defending myself “Chanyeol Iet me expl-” but was interrupted by Chanyeol kissing me roughly. “Do you think Sehun could make you feel the way that I do?” He asked after breaking the kiss “What? Of course not.” I assured him. “Do you think he could fuck you like I can?” he asked, rolling his hips into mine, making me feel his growing arousal “N-no baby” I replied, my breath hitching in my throat. He removed his hips from me, turning me around and pushing me up against the car once more. His hand slowly moved across my neck before gripping my face, turning my head to the side to better access my neck. “Does he know all of your favorite spots? The places you like to be touched most?” he asked, sucking a mark where my neck meets my jawline. I let out a small moan and I could feel my wetness begin to soak through my panties. “That’s to remind you who you belong to” He hissed. “and this is to remind you why you chose me to begin with” His free hand snaked down between my legs as he lifted my skirt, running a finger over my clothed sex. “Hmm, so wet for me already” he groaned into my ear. He quickly pulled me back from the car and opened the rear passenger door, throwing me into the back seat. He pushed my skirt up and ripped my panties off my body and tossed them to the side. Without hesitation, he plunged two fingers deep inside of me and started moving them back and forth at a rapid pace. “FUCK Chanyeol!” I cursed, unable to handle the pleasure that was pulsing through my body. “So, do you think Sehun’s fingers could fuck you as good as mine are?” he quipped, smirking while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. Since he was being cocky, I decided to play a little game with him. “Maybe. I could always go back in and find out.” I said, biting my lip. Two can play at this game. “Don’t even fucking think about it” he warned as he curled his fingers hard against my g-spot. I let out a loud moan and bucked my hips up against his hand. He pinned me back down to the seat with ease before attaching his mouth to my clit, licking and sucking at a rapid pace. A string of curses and moans fell from my lips as he sucked my clit hard, sending me over the edge of my orgasm. He removed himself from me and placed his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he watched me writhe in the seat next to him. I watched as he quickly removed his pants and boxers before hovering over me. In one quick movement he entered me fully, pushing himself as deep as he could go before pulling out almost completely. He did this for a few moments, teasing me slowly, making sure that I could feel every inch of him before he started quickening his pace, fucking into me harder and faster each time. One of his hands was on the side of me for support and the other was wrapped in my hair, tugging my head to the side as he placed small bites and hickeys along my shoulder and neck. “Can sehun fuck you like I can?” He asked, his breathing becoming ragged. He bit down on my shoulder hard, causing me to ride out my second high. “Holy Shit. No. nobody can fuck me like you can baby.” I moaned as he continued fucking into me. “You sound so hot when you say that. Say it again but say my name.” He demanded, thrusting into me forcefully. “Shit! Nobody can fuck me like you can Chanyeol!” I exclaimed as he sucked a hickey into my neck. His pace began to falter and low moans left his lips as he rode out his high. He released his hand from my hair and leaned down to me, caressing my face and kissing me softly for a few moments before he pulled out of me. He handed me a tissue to get cleaned up and cleaned himself up before we got in the front seat and headed home. “I hope you learned a lesson from that.” He stated, starting the ignition “I did. You know you’re going to have to talk to Sehun about this, too right?” I asked, looking out the window “Nah, I saw the whole thing. He didn’t do anything wrong.” He answered “Then why were you pissed at me?” I asked, looking at him. “I wasn’t. I acted mad so I could get you out of the club faster. I just really wanted to fuck you after seeing you out on the dance floor with Sehun. I wanted to remind you that you were mine.” He responded, looking me over and biting his lip. He put the car in drive and drove off, a smirk plastered on his face the whole way home.

[geek-gem]

My Continuation And Talk After The Sonic Movie Post

So I forgot to put Tikal's tag below it and I just did. But also it reminded me of that I guess when a friend of mine messaged me when I put talk. Because I was making this then she replied of how I was doing again. Which means this is my second time.

But okay major spoilers for anything yet just my last post. I just took a shower and the last post I discovered theirs a length of how much you can write.

Yet holy crap guys. Seriously what the fuck. I actually wrote all of that and when I was in the shower remembered it's the 10 anniversary of Sonic Rush Adventure and the official Sonic Tumblr blog made a post referencing that. I feel like mentioning that because I mentioned Blaze in the last post and tagged her too. So in a way some what of a celebration sorry yet just....

That was my fan fiction and I was gonna talk about how the fuck could you put the stories of both Sonic Adventure games into one.

Including my huge liking towards BVS Batman V Superman Dawn Of Justice and just...

It's basically Sonic Dawn Of Justice. Including Shadow is basically a mixture of Batman's character and Superman's character a bit. Because the whole concept of his character.

Along with I just....I was listening to some songs mainly some other versions of, "This Is My World" from BVS and how that film is basically the reason why I came up with the idea imagine putting well mixing the stories of Sonic Adventure 1 and 2 into one and just....

Even the death of Shadow and I call it that normal to smile only a little stop it just a little.

Yet I wanted to share that because with my mindset is off of Sonic right now. Including the last story trailer the Japanese one for Sonic Forces really put me off I have not listened Infinite's theme since that day I've seen the trailer. Including I've been thinking about other games such as Injustice and the DC universe, the Mortal Kombat franchise and Killzone 1 and 2 been playing those two games and how I've gotten really better with those games.

Despite mentioning I've finally took out the Sonic OVA DVD out of my PS4 so I can play Mortal Kombat XL.

Really just...I honestly wanna see so many of my favorite characters on the big screen. Also the exuse of Sega and Sonic Team would quickly put Shadow in the sequel Sega has learned their lesson of rushing shit out. I'm sorry to sound stupid yet...just the idea of so much shit going on in one movie. Because even I feel like I don't want to wait for Shadow's appearance in a movie so how about we risk this shit and combine the story of Sonic Adventure 2 with Sonic Adventure 1 and that is fucking insane.

But also because the themes and some other things I noticed in both games are similar. Such as Shadow and Chaos of how their characters are in a way.

Also this mixture of an idea of Chaos's first appearance in Station Square mix it with Shadow's first meeting in some what San Francisco well Shadow's first meeting with Sonic did mention that to a friend okay to smile.

But just no it doesn't suck my head says random shit.....just the idea is insane. Along with.....it's basically my fan fiction such as the idea of Super Sonic, Super Shadow, Metal Sonic, and Perfect Chaos fighting the Biolizard and the death of Shadow is such a big moment that I wanted it to have a lasting effect and how it goes with the movie.

Also I think I'll just mention the death of Shadow seriously as a joke despite like BVS very much imagine Superman before his again major spoilers but his death in that movie and Photoshop Shadow's head whether Super Shadow yet keep imagining the head of Shadow from pointing pose from Sonic Adventure 2 let me look.

http://en.sonicscanf.org/gallery/shadow-the-hedgehog-5/sonic-adventure-2-3/ okay so it's his running pose I was getting confused. It's mainly that I guess. Maybe I'm imagining things but I don't know I just wanna make this.

Including the idea for the sequel is mixing Sonic Rush and Sonic Lost World and adding Marine The Raccoon but maybe some elements of Sonic Rush Adventure in there with the rebirth of Shadow.

Where it's a visual reference of his return where's he standing on some pole with two Chaos Emeralds in Sonic X and how he can't remember who he was yet everyone tells him who he is he even see's the memorial and other stuff. It's better then the Deadly Six take advantage of his amnesia. He doesn't know if he should even try to defend the Earth and people question his existence now.

Because they find out in a way Shadow did die. Yet he was in some death like coma where his damage was so brutal it took a long time before he could break out of his grave. Basically he was slowly healing and the damage was just much it took a long time. Along with using all four of his inhibitor rings he used so much power he needed to recharge.

Including trying to and with help from others remember that he made a promise to Maria yet because of his amnesia can't have much of an emotional connection or just...he wants to help yet his other side such as his dislike for the planet comes back.

But because of others and including with the Chaos Emeralds he remembers everything now. Which he then realizes it's not just a promise he made to Maria anymore still he's keeping the promise to Maria. Yet he's basically found a new family and a new home to protect including when he meets Zavok who represents everything Shadow despises and this awesome fight scene between Super Shadow and Zavok and Zavok being very powerful on his own.

Basically even a reference to I never read the comic it was a old Sonic Universe one focusing on Shadow dealing with a new type of Black Arms such as one called Black Death yet not based upon it but... basically going a bit quick and what should of happened in the games in a way. This development of Shadow where the others tell him what happened yet he wonders about his place now and trying to remember despite having help and then remembers what he's supposed to do now.

On a silly note Sonic Adventure 2, Sonic Heroes, and Shadow The Hedgehog are kind of like a Shadow trilogy.

Yet I honestly had a problem like other people have mentioned about how the games treat Shadow when he returns. I will say I don't mind and like the Black Arms. But I just really don't like the...maybe they didn't have to be fully deep in his origin and really I hardly have plans for them but easter egg references are always nice. Maybe such as Gerald found a dead Black Arm and put it into Shadow's blood making him in a way related to the Black Arms. Instead of the idea Black Doom helped Gerald create Shadow. Well I meant mixed the dead Black Arm's blood with Shadow's blood is what I meant because their was some things that could help Shadow.

This is very weird. Including just...will say Red's, "The Ever" was a song I listened to. It's been a while along with, "A Beautiful Lie" and, "Fight Night" before I started writing that last post which were tracks from BVS.

Think I'll leave the tags like that ohhh

Well I remembered when getting the tags down of having the Deadly Six in the third movie because to build up to Sonic Forces as a two parter with a Sonic Unleashed movie as the fourth movie. From what just...yeah first movie is Metal Sonic Jesus I'm rushing shit I'm sounding...okay another friend of mine messaged me. But I'm sounding hypocritical.

Including people like Blaze and I put her in the third movie. Okay no offense don't put me in charge of these Sonic movies. Oh my random head no it can't suck just...meh and yeah build up to Infinite oh yeah mentioned his theme lol it's okay to smile. Got tags done lol just...I wanted to share this lol

Just chill out is okay to smile sorry other shit I forgot or just if that is all I don't know again o wanted to share this

[pattysfics]

Today Isn’t My Day

Warnings: Cuss words. Negan. SMUT. 

Request: I was wondering if you can do one where the reader is having a shitty day around the Sanctuary. Kinda like things she’s working on breaks on her or when she’s restocking things just keep falling down, kinda like that. Then Negan walks in seeing her throwing things around and yelling fuck my life lol. Then he can say will I’ll do you one better lol. Then you know some hot smut on a nearby table that’s in the stock room she’s in lol. - @zoesmama2024  (I really hope you enjoy)

A/N: Request are still open! I may not get to it right away, but I will get it out ASAP. 

Today had been an a fucking terrible day. Almost everything that you had stacked on the shelves had fallen. This was your job. You were charged with restocking the shelves day after day. 

This wasn’t your dream job, far from it, but it kept you alive. At the sanctuary, the rules were: You worked for point and those points kept you among the living. Also, you had to follow the rules because ‘the rules keep us alive’. 

You were stacking cans of beans on a shelf when it collapsed. “Son of a bitch,” you cursed. This had happened twice already and you still hadn’t learned your lesson. You picked up the can and hurled it across the room. A smile of satisfaction graced your face when it splattered against the wall. That will teach that can of beans. 

You walked about over to shelf and put in back in place. You started re-restocking the shelf. You were about half way done when it collapsed once again. “Fuck my life,” you yelled into the empty room, except it wasn’t empty. 

“How about I do you one better?” said the voice. 

“Holy shit,” you squealed whipping around to face the voice. It was Negan. Of course, it was always Negan. You dropped to you knees instantly. You just cussed in front of the king savior. Not just once, twice. You dropped your head, not wanting to look at him.

 He gracefully made his way over to you. His black boots coming into view of your lowered eyes. Your slightly began to shake. “You afraid of me baby doll” he waited for your answer. None came. “That is so fuckin’ adorable.”

“So what do you say? You going to let Negan take care of you?” His signature smirk plastered on his face. 

Nervously you nodded your head. “Good girl!” he praised. “Why don’t we start this by you taking care of me for a bit?”

You raised your head to look at him. Your eyebrows scrunched trying to figure out what he was talking about. “Ohhh,” you let out when it hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“No need to be sayin’ ‘ohh’ fuckin’ yet doll. Wait till you feel my hard dick down your throat. You do a good job, and you’ll get a mighty nice fuckin’ reward.”

You looked down. Negan and you. When the fuck did this happen? Oh right, when you shouted ‘fuck my life’ to be quietness of the room and Negan just happened to slip in the room just in time. 

You heard the jingle of him undoing his belt brought you back to reality. He had already kicked off his boots. Looking up at him, he pushed his jeans down along with his boxers to his ankles before quickly shaking them off his legs. His cock already semi-hard as it slipped from its confinement. 

“Open up darlin’,” he said softly. You opened your mouth and he guided himself slowly inside your mouth. He slipped just the head inside allowing you to do your own thing. 

You took a deep breath through your nose before you started to slightly bob up and down his thick shaft. You flattened your tongue to give him some added pleasure as he slides in and out of your mouth. He moaned at the new sensation. “Shit.. Keep doing that,” he breathed. 

You started to take him deeper. His moans echoed around the room. Sucking harshly, he gasped. His hand flying to your hair and it tangled into your hair. 

You started to hum around him. He responded by pushing your head closer to the base. His cock fully hard now stretched your lips into a thin circle around him. You almost gagged when he hit the back of your throat. You continued to bob up and down on him, each time taking him all the way in. 

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job sucking my cock like a good girl.” He thrusted into your mouth. He held your head in place as he started to thrust quickly into your mouth. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. He eyes were closed and his mouth was hung open in pleasure. With one last thrust, he stilled himself in your mouth as his cum splashed down your throat. 

He groaned and pulled you off of him. “Hot damn, baby doll that was wonderful.”

He lightly pulled your hair making you raise to your feet. He stripped off his leather jacket and shirt, leaving him completely in the nude. He brought his lips harshly against yours. You moaned against him. You felt your arousal start pool in your jeans. 

“Take your goddamn clothes off,” he demanded breaking the kiss for a moment before he attacked you again. You rapidly followed his command and unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down along with your panties. Negan growled getting impatient that it was taking you so long. 

“Hush,” you whispered against him as you kicked off your shoes and stepped out of your jeans. You were wearing a button down shirt and Negan wasn’t in the mood to wait for you to undo it. His large hands gripped your shirt and the collar and he gave it one hard long tug for all the buttons to go scattering on the floor. 

“What are you doing?!?” you squealed. That was basically your only shirt. 

“Hush up. I’ll get you more.”

He turned you around and hastily undone your bra. He stepped forwards and cleared out a spot on the table in front of you. The supplies tumbled down to the floor. “Why must you make a mess with everything?” you asked him. 

“Because, I’m the boss,” he said as he pushed you down face first on the table. “You’ll thank me for it later.”

You groaned as he put a hand on your back, no doubt holding you down. You felt two of his fingers at your entrance. You bucked when he plunged both into you quickly. “Holy fuckin shit,” he exclaimed. “Your so damn tight around my fingers. God my cock is going to feel so good in here. Goddamn you’re so fuckin wet.”

He started to make his fingers go faster as he leaned over you. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers drove you closer to the edge and you felt his arousal pressed against you.  

“Negan, please please keep going,” you cried feeling the climax approaching. Negan complied with your request and he worked his fingers harder and faster in and out. “Negan, I’m- I’m about to… shit,” you cried as he was about to push you over the edge. 

“Not yet, baby doll," he said removing his fingers from you. "You don’t get off that easy,” he growled against your ear. You felt him reach down, his hand grazed your ass and down to his cock. You felt his tip as he started to enter you. Without warning, a slammed all the way into your heat till you were full of him. You tried to get away from him by shimming up the table, but he easily held you in place by his body weight laying on your back.

“I knew you’d be tight around wrapped around me. Shit you feel better than any of my wives,” he huskily whispered against your ear. His stubble brushing against your shoulder as he started to move inside you. 

The table started to creak under you as he started to thrust hard into you. His hands were on your shoulders pushing you back, impaling you on his cock as he thrust up into you time and time again. 

You moaned feeling that sensation start to over take you again. “You want to come on my cock? Huh?,” Negan asked punctuating each question with a hard thrust causing your ass to bounce as his hips hit you. “Beg me,” he commanded slowing his thrust. 

“Please please Negan! Let me come on your cock as you fuck me! Please!,” you pleaded

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear once more before he started to fuck you hard again. You whimpered under him your climax coming fast. 

You cried out as you came around him. He continued to thrust hard into you causing the table to creak. You thought it was about to collapse with him fucking you all the way down. He groaned as he twitched and spilled inside you. He slowly thrusted a few more times before stilling himself laying on your back. 

You let him lay for a few minutes as both of you collected yourselves. “You going to get up now?,” you asked him. 

“Nah, I think I’ll just lay here for a while. Take a nap. I have a comfy pillow to lay on,” he said as he nuzzled into your neck. 

“Negan get up. Your scruff is ticklish,” you giggled as he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck. 

“Fine,” he grumbled as he slowly slid out of you. “You going to be okay to wear that shirt back to your room? I’ll get you some new ones. My bad,” he said as he pushed off you over to his pile of clothes and started to redress. 

“Yeah. Make sure you get good ones.”

“I will, I will.” He watched you as you redressed and wrapped the shirt around your torso. 

“I’ll see you later?” you asked him walking up to him kissing him lightly on the cheek. 

“You sure will doll. With fresh shirts in tow!” he said as you started to walk away. “Doll!” he called after you. You turned to look at him. “You sure you don’t want to be a wife?” he asked a smile on his face. 

“No, Negan I am not joining your harem. I told you once, I don’t like to share.” You walked out of the shed towards the main building where your room was. A smile on your face as walked trying to keep your shirt from flying open. 

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