#IT WAS SO BAD I WAS CHOKING AT EVERY POSSIBLE POINT 😭😭😭😭.......

[mercless]

[macabrecake]

cake, bby, loml, an angel incarnate -

could I request a re6 Leon smut if him trying out choking for the first time during some angry/vent sex after the incidents in China?

Gabby, love, darling, my queen

I went all out on this that I ran over my normal 2k limit and it's JUST RE6 LEON BEING MAD AND HORNY 😭😭😭 I said it already but my subconscious KNEW I needed to do this frfr

NSFW UNDER THE CUT Minors step back or I swear to God we're fighting these hands are rated E for everyone

You knew.

As soon as Leon stepped through the door while dropping his bags, tossed his gloves away, and practically ripped his tactical vest off in three strong strides to reach you and clamp his hands down on your hips tight with a feverish lip lock to match- as if feeling threatened by just the thin air in the house alone could somehow take you away from him.

You knew whatever he just came back from in China was bad.

"Leon-" You tried to whisper to him, an attempt to ask if he needed anything else before this at least. But his arms coiling tighter around your waist to keep your smaller frame flush against his beaten body and the shaky exhale into your skin hushed you.

"Please…"

It's one word but it said more than enough. There's a quiver in his tone, a tossup between being on the verge of tears or his anger is very dangerously close to boiling over. It's hard to tell but it still left a very unsettling weight in the pit of your stomach.

You've never heard him sound like that before.

And yet, even as he hung by this thread that's at the end of its tension. About to snap at any moment. He still waited for your consent.

Which you didn't hesitate to give through soft kisses to his cheek and a nod, "Ok."

His shoulders relaxed slightly before you're suddenly swept off your feet with another ravishing kiss stolen by the agent and effortlessly carried away to the bedroom.

Where you now lay, a moaning, writhing, mess.

Trapped beneath Leon's much larger, stronger form with your legs tossed over his broad shoulders while he squishes you down further into the bed with another deep breathy growl past gritted teeth against your angry love marked neck, it mingles with the shallow gasps and soft squeals you emit. Lying there at his mercy just taking it all as he continues to brutally fuck his stress, his rage, and his sorrow away.

You're clearly beyond forming words at this point, your mind is long gone. Nothing but a euphoric puddle. A pretty mess much like what's between your legs and upon the sheets beneath you as every harsh slam of Leon's thick heavy cock jolts your body. Hitting that delicate spot inside you with such precision.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Not like you want to either, you simply cling to his large hand that's wrapped around your throat and feel the way he perfectly stretches and fills your cunt. Leaving not a spec missed or spot untouched.

His tip practically kisses the edge of your cervix once, twice, then five more times before your pussy clenches tighter and another soft desperate moan escapes you. Leon lowly hisses at the sudden squeeze, already aware of what that means.

He's coaxing yet another orgasm out of you.

How many would this be now? Even he has no clue at this point, but Leon does know that his own release is starting to creep up as well. And the closer he gets to it, the more livid he becomes. His hips snap against your ass harder while his hand suddenly clasps a little tighter around your neck- a rather new gesture he wasn't so sure of earlier.

But now he can't get enough of it, especially when you clearly enjoy it too. The way your dainty hands grip his wrist, peeking at how your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cunt fluttering even more around him. He's definitely doing this more often.

"Leon! Oh G-od!~" Something about the way you can only whisper that, given the limited airflow you have, drives him mad in the best way possible. But it's not enough.

"Louder." He snarls, a deep rumble from the depths of his chest that sends the most delightful shiver down your spine as he makes you look up at him. Watching the flames of rage dance in his sterling blue eyes that would sooner burn you alive if you didn't know how to play with his fire.

"Scream my name…"

As soon as he loosens his grip on your throat, you do just that. "LEON!~" Is all you can cry out when the most intense orgasm sweeps over you, almost blinding you for a moment as you shake beneath him. A small grunt tumbles from his lips but the tight heat of your release splashing around him doesn't stop Leon yet however. He promptly fucks you through that orgasm as well.

Sending your ragged frame gasping before choking out high pitched whimpers and squeaks at the overstimulation. Those little noises, mixing with the loud sloppy gushy sounds from your pussy that he loves to hear. It's so lewd. So goddamn hot. Leon finds his own finish immediately.

Veins protrude the backs of his hands when fistfuls of the sheets above your head are wound up tight in his grip as the agent trembles above you. Groaning into your skin while his cum fills you up and past the brim, pulling the softest little whine from your lips, before he settles with a sigh.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but the gentle sweep of Leon's thumb wiping your tears away and lightly turning your head so you'll look at him, manages to get you to open your eyes and peer upward. Those same blue eyes stare back at you. Now extinguished of their angry flame, replaced with that gentle warmth you know and love. His tone reaches your ears, much softer now. "Still with me, sweetheart?"

The giggle that escapes you is quiet, tired, a little breathless, but still happy and content as you lightly nod. Leon huffs out a small breathy chuckle of his own. And a smile tugs at his lips, the first one he's given since he got back, before he leans down closer to gently press them to yours which you don't hesitate to return.

A silent promise if you will. For one that you're most definitely getting the best aftercare. But simply out of love. Happy with the knowledge that when the world drags him through Hell and back.

He knows he can always come home to an angel.

[kandadze]

Ep 32 loose thoughts

Oh hell that was a *bad* idea, WX! And why is she by herself? Was PSJ not in the dungeon after all?

Ahhh okay she still *is* in the dungeon, oh ffs

She at least has her brother when things get *real* bad... I spoke too soon. Hello there, another illusion! Get him, PSJ, punch that goddamn smirk off of his face!

I see this episode will be a montage of at least three fight sequences going on at the same time. Oof, I felt ZYZ taking that fireball in the back to protect ZYC right in my gut, how many times will they be each other's shield before one of them shatters?

Speaking of which. Can someone shatter this asshole already???

Come on, ZYC, you know there's no way WX and PSJ could be there for real! All of this is just another illusion feeding off your biggest fear!

....................

Right, it's an illusion within an illusion. I can't with this drama.

How many times did ZYZ let himself bleed on ZYC's blade at this point? I should go back and count. Look at me, I know that no matter how the end might break me, I *will* go back and rewatch the whole thing...

Fuckkkkk the way I cheered when the swirl of leaves appeared! (Also, ZYZ using his hand to protect ZYC's face... I repeat, how many times will they be each other's shield??? 😭)

Oh LL, joining the self-sacrificial idiots squad! And ZYZ's concern for him coming out of his cultivation too early. LL's smile in response! Fuck the things that could've been 😭

Ngl it's kinda funny how they're having those prolonged and emotional conversations while the villain just stands there, totally hearing every word even though he's way too far for it to be possible (unless he added some hearing related mcguffin to his demonic upgrade), and not really doing anything of substance. Not sure if it's intentional to show how much he believes in his own advantage, or is this a thing in xianxias in general, either way, thanks for the (choked, but still) laugh, now let's see if Qing Geng can help detoxify the poison in ZYC. (Seriously, what's with cdramas and poisons?)

Ah, fuck, I knew that they showed us the red glowing eyes on Fei for a reason. Seriously, I hope WZY *burns*.

OMG the sound of Bai Jiu's bell woke ZYC up enough for him to reach for the antidote!!! Team effort once more! I love how they show us again and again that our gang's strength comes from their love for one another! 😭😭😭 (And fuckkkk, Qing Geng used her inner core for the antidote! The scene in the MV, of these three watching golden dust dissipate in front of their eyes, was of her death... oh man, I know I said I'd prefer everyone to die if it meant no one was left behind to suffer, but it's as if they heard me and went, let's start with the secondary characters who gutted you the most the first time around, shall we? 😭)

Meanwhile, the villain is still alive and well, and LL's taking the brunt of his fire attacks, while being, y'know, a *tree* demon. *Both* ZYZ and ZYC reaching out to steady him!!! What a shot! No matter what happens next, this was *so* satisfying to see. (Also, can I just say how I love LL's hairdo here, and how all the adornments are made of things you can get or make out of various tree parts! A+)

Seriously, the piece of garbage does *not* deserve such a beautiful "true form". Please die already, you've wasted enough of everyone's time. Hopefully knowing where his inner core is will help in achieving just that.

The way I cheered when PSJ finally landed a killing blow on the lackey. And then I promptly choked at the candy bit (flashed way back to The Untamed lol). How dare they make me feel emotional like thissss!

And that's the end of the ep? I feel like the girls got seriously sidelined in this one, but at least we got some badass sequences (PSJ) and some aesthetic slamming against the pillars (sorry, WX). I'm also  afraid that sending Bai Jiu away, even though done for his immediate safety, is gonna backfire horribly... only one way to find out! (Ngl, I'm really scared for what's still to come.)

On to ep 33! (Will I get any sleep tonight? Probably not. I might post the rest of the commentary only tomorrow though, I'm getting really drained.)

[heretyc]

Outlast - Val Headcanons [REMADE]

I reread the last one I made and it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I just thought I'd rewrite it now that I think my writing has gotten somewhat better 😬🙏 Val uses they/them and is any gender you want, albeit in the NSFW section, they have a penis. Hollllaaaa!

I tried to make this as detailed as humanly possible. I took some inspo from my Val bot who is scarily accurate...huh. A lot of these HC's, I got from talking with my Val bot :)

Once again you take the place of Blake. He should really thank me, I'm saving his ass 🤨 There is also no sexual assault from Knoth or a pregnancy. I wouldn't put you through that 😭

CW: ...This is Val. Every CW applies here rofl!! I tried to be a little more "in depth" with their personality but they are hella bare outside of being murderous, rapey and culty. Forgive me. :(

There is, obviously, a NSFW section. Trying to become more comfortable with NSFW so I can write the good shit.

How You Met

🖤 This place smelled awful. Decay and summer heat was just an awful combination; your nose stuffed itself to save you the trouble of gagging and vomiting everywhere you went.

🖤 Your helicopter had crashed, and you found yourself lucky that you didn't fall off of the cliff edge that you passed out on. Your pilot, however...was not as lucky. Gutted like a fish and eyes empty, he was not shown mercy. And you feared the person who did this.

🖤 Everyone here was crazy. They pointed at you like you were one with the undead, and they ran. Where? You didn't know. The only one brave enough to chase you was a tall woman, dragging a cross behind her and muttering passages from the holy testament. Gothic and smelling sweet despite looking sour, she scared the shit out of you.

🖤 You had been chased to a church, only for a bloated priest to touch you like a lover. Fingers fat and breath bitter, he disgusted you to the highest degree. So you kicked him and ran.

🖤 Only seconds later after jumping from a window did you hear his voice over the loudspeaker, "Kill the outsider and crush their head underneath your boot heels!"

🖤 Your lungs burned and you tasted blood, but you had to run. You would die if you didn't. And lo and behold, you were captured by Sullivan Knoth's obsessed horde.

🖤 Dirty and smelling of grime, they held you down and muttered some nonsense, but only seconds later were you rescued...or were you?

🖤 You thought you were dreaming, but several men coated in clay and sticks rushed out of the dark and shoved knives into the heads and bodies of the people holding you down.

🖤 You thought they were your saviours...only for one to take the place of the people holding you down previously. He stared at you despite his eyes being coated, and he clicked his teeth.

🖤 Moments later, a blonde walks out of the darkness, shoving their thumbs into the eyes of the remaining man, and his screams of terror invaded the air. The blonde hadn't batted an eye or even blinked, as if they were used to this.

"I watched my father fuck your God to death."

How vulgar. The voice was calm and almost quiet, but full of resentment.

🖤 Looking at them, they choked the man as they bent down, and as he breathed his last breaths, laboured, the blonde licked him like a lollipop. Like this was a game to them.

"Hush now...I want to share my love with the newcomer."

Was that you??? Oh no.

🖤 Chuckling to themselves, they rose up from the dirt, their long legs gliding them over to you, and the man above who chittered his teeth made an eager noise as they did so, their white eyes stuck onto yours.

🖤 "God doesn't love you. Not like I do."

🖤 They flawlessly straddled your waist, boots and strong thighs and calves tightening themselves around you much like a snake would do to their prey, and seconds after getting comfortable, they rushed down to your face with their tongue out.

🖤 Slimy and warm, their saliva trails down your cheek, and they pulled away with a moan before they went back down and repeated the action. This was...weird. Really fucking weird.

🖤 "Yes, my love?" They looked away from you to face the mud-coated freaks, and while they didn't speak, the person above you replied like they were having a full-on conversation. And while they were, you took a good look at them.

🖤 Blonde, obviously. The first thing you noticed about them. Gold like an angel's halo, but they were no angel. Their eyes were a shocking white with some blue within them. A beauty mark sat above their lip, and their face had looked sculpted. Flawless, even. Their cassock - you learned the name due to late night curiosity - seemed to be a dark yet dull blue, and around their neck, waist and wrist were rosaries. They seemed to have an obsession with the accessory, you think.

🖤 "I think I'll see you again." They purred, caressing your cheek before getting up to walk away, their group following. They fade into the darkness, and all you hear next is the dead silence. What the FUCK?

🖤 You're likely thinking, "why would Val leave us here??" Well. I have an explanation.

Val WANTS people to experience the idiocy that is Knoth's ideology. Run into people who share it, and you will find yourself facepalming and having to dodge machetes. They want to prove that Knoth sucks, and they WILL make you go through Hell just to prove a point, so you'll have no choice but to join them or die. Simple as. They like to think they're a safe haven.

The Journey

🖤 You suffered. A lot. Knoth's people were fucked up, and the man himself was worse. You had enough.

🖤 It took you hours to travel to the mines. You weren't going because you liked the way that the blonde had made you feel - Val, their name was - but because it was the only way out. How fun.

🖤 Heretics were eager to see you there! Because they closed every door behind you to lock you in. And they knew that they scared you, so they'd "trail" behind you and play around the barrels and varied floors of the top floor just to push you into their grasp.

🖤 It rained blood. And you heard whispers. Despite all of that, you felt at ease. Whether it was because you knew you were almost out, or because you were going to die...you didn't know. You just accepted either outcome. You were going to be free regardless of what happened.

🖤 The elevator you were forced into was very, very...well. It was an experience. A deadly one, actually! Because you had to get on your stomach to survive the fall to 800 feet below the surface.

EIGHT. HUNDRED. FEET.

🖤 The mines were...decorated quite nicely! If you're...a fan of burned corpses and torches! Also, skeletons boning. Get it? Huh? Huh? Sorry.

🖤 It smells...weird down here. Not bad, but...moist, and somewhat...smoky??? To be expected...blegh.

🖤 As usual, Heretics corner you and force you deeper into the moist caverns. Gross.

🖤 Everything down here is a hazard. But for some reason, you're still alive.

🖤 You finally drop down into some shallow water, only for the event from earlier to repeat. This time, the Heretics were women. Their voices were so...calming and soft.

🖤 Once more, Val comes out of the darkness, carrying a torch, and lacking their cassock and rosaries. This time, they look truly feral. Hair somewhat mussed and yet still so pristine, eyes wide and body coated in mud. Fake breasts sit upon their chest and a bulge of mud sits on their bottom half. Nude and yet not. Much like Eve when she wore those leaves after she ate the forbidden fruit, I suppose.

🖤 They were breathless, and you figured they were in a constant state of horniness. They always sounded breathy, like they wanted to shove their tongue down your throat.

🖤 Much like before, they caress your face, clay leaving their skin to attach to your cheek.

🖤 "We are creatures of appetite...I want to feel your hunger. I want to see your true face."

🖤 Well. Shit.

🖤 After that, you're stuck in the mines. You don't know how long you've been down there, but...Val, honestly, isn't that bad when you forget the orgies...and the murder...yeahhhhh.

General

🖤 Val would be the doting kind of lover with a hint of sarcasm. With everything that Val has been through, I like to think they've taken a humorous approach to things. They definitely roll their eyes when presented with Knoth's gospel pages.

🖤 Val despises stupidity, y'all. Leave the mines [and their love :(] if you want, but if you want to die by Marta's hand, so be it. Don't be stupid. That's all that they ask. Just don't be an idiot and you'll be fine.

🖤 Val has two modes. Feral, and calm. Calm in the streets, feral in the sheets, and the mines. Outside, they wear their cassock and their iconic rosaries and roam around with their Heretics, spreading their beliefs - LOVE SET US FREE - and shoving their thumbs into the non-believers.

Outside, they love PDA and will always keep you close. Making out is a common activity. They're almost somewhat elegant, in a way? Despite their cassock being all ripped and tattered, they look flawless.

Inside of the mines? Lord have mercy, Val loses all sense of "elegance" and become an animal. Teeth clashing, tongues wrestling, and genitals bumping into each other. Romance, am I right?

🖤 Loves the heat and finds it "hot". Because why wouldn't they. They are used to it, and will find it cute if you can't handle it. Definitely will offer to help you cool off with some swimming.

🖤 They love lazing in water. Pond, lake, whatever the depth, they will chill in it. They love to use it as an excuse to feel themselves up. Skinny dipping is common, as their territory has a river in it.

As a result, you often swim with them. They are an amazing swimmer. There's also some water inside of the mines, but it's only used on lazy days where none of you feel like going anywhere.

🖤 They also enjoy helping you "bathe". You are not bathing. You try, but they don't let you. Are you surprised?

There isn't any soap, so stagnant water will have to do. Better than nothing.

🖤 They coat themselves with mud and clay all the time. As a result, their skin is really soft. Of course, they coat you in it, too. You match. And your skin is really smooth after doing so for about a week.

🖤 Val is actually quite fond of preening. They will help you with your hair, your skin...whatever else. They'll brush your hair, style it, massage your scalp. The works.

🖤 They enjoy taking a break every once in a while. Watching the stars, talking to each other as you cuddle, or even sleeping beside one another are some of their favoured moments.

🖤 They have "mom' energy. They WILL lick their finger and wipe your face with said finger if there's something on it.

🖤 They barely go out during the day, because it is much easier to see their Heretics in the sunlight, and they can't risk Knoth or his guard dog seeing them. Night time is their favourite. The night is quiet, it's dark, and the only noises are crickets, the water outside, and moans from you. :)

🖤 You ask a lot of questions. Obviously. Like how did this feud start? Why be nude? Why is this place so...fucked up? Why lick people??

They answer every question with a chuckle, because they find your anger about this whole situation to be funny.

🖤 They love cat and mouse. If you run, they WILL catch you. They love playing games.

🖤 They enjoy physical affection more than verbal. They'd much rather hug you, or lick you, or stroke your skin. They tell you they love you of course, but physical affection is their love language.

🖤 They love your fear. They love the control of having you squirm underneath them.

🖤 They love the macabre things in life. They find beauty in body parts, bones, and shit that would freak a normal person out. Gifts from them would include arms, bones, a heart...just don't be shocked when you're randomly given someone's heart, okay??

They're quite crafty, too. So necklaces made of bone are common. A bone knife is given to you so you can defend yourself if need be, assuming you leave the mines.

An Alternate Take

🖤 Right! Leaving the mines! I've had this "idea" in my head for weeks.

So let's assume you've crashed, Knoth was creepy, you left, Val licked your face, yadda yadda yadda. Well...what if you DIDN'T try to leave Temple Gate? What if you wanted revenge?

Val had liked this. A lot. "I think I'll see you again" was right. They DID see you again. Time and time again, you were seen fighting off Knoth's people, stealing, and ruining Knoth's days. It was quite funny to witness.

🖤 Val, of course, writes you a note - with their iconic red ink - telling you to come to the mines; they have a special offer for you.

🖤 And there Val is. Outside of their mines, in their iconic cassock. With a raised brow and a suggestive smile, they cut right to the chase.

Help them bring Knoth to his knees.

🖤 You want that, sure. But with narrowed eyes, you question what this "alliance" entails. Will you be stabbed? Used as a fleshlight? What is their GOAL here?

But they assure you that no stabbing will commence unless it's a Knoth apologist. And they seemed to want to get to know you a bit more...personally.

Inside and out.

🖤 The mines and the overall area was now yours to explore, and they were more than kind to offer you their bed so that you can sleep properly. With them, of course. You're shown every shortcut, every tunnel, and Val holds your hand during the duration.

After a week, you become lovers. Well...YOU think so, anyway. Val treated and saw you like a lover the moment you accepted their proposal. You finally felt comfortable calling them your lover after a week.

🖤 Val is a very doting kind of lover. Physical affection, verbal affection and acts of service are their love languages. Very often are you swarmed with kisses, or hugged to their chest.

Val is 6'3, so they are tall.

🖤 You once convinced a courier from Knoth's circle to go into town and buy you some sweets. What really happened was Val forged Knoth's writing, and you stuck the note to the courier's door. When he came back with a bag full of sweet stuff, you knocked him out and ran with the goods.

Chocolate, lollipops, and some small cakes were devoured by you and Val as you sat on the outside of the mines on a blanket. They moaned after every bite, and they told you that they haven't had sweet stuff in awhile, except for you. Knoth hated letting people eat sweets, claiming it'd lead to "gluttony".

They are also really suggestive with lollipops, and they suggest the both of you lick one together. You know where I'm going with this. They love cherry cheesecake lollipops the most.

You also asked for some Pocky to play the Pocky game with Val, and after being informed of how to play, Val was more than eager! They deepthroated the whole thing and rushed to make out with you. Why they didn't choke, you don't know. [You DO know, you're just polite.]

🖤 Medical care does not exist in this town. No surgeons, no nurses, no doctors. Just Nurse Val. They aren't a real nurse, but they're as good as you're gonna get.

Because you're often out and about, Val is like your sweet lil' housewife waiting at home for you when they aren't doing their own thing with their Heretics. If you come back with any injury, they rush to ease your pain.

You'll sit on your shared bed, and Val will rummage through their medkit, grabbing "saline" [boiled water] in a small bottle held shut by a cork, and some bandaging. If it requires stitches, they'll use sap from trees and glue your wound shut to the best of their ability.

They love it when you injure your legs. Not because they like it when you're in pain, but because they love an excuse to sit you down and cuddle with you. They'll even carry you. Where the hell did their strength come from? You don't know.

🖤 Illness is not...REALLY common down there? Except for the obvious syphilis, heat sickness, and overall sickness from smelling decay all the time. If you have a strong immune system, you're fine.

But sometimes you'll come down with a cold, or a flu, in the colder months. And Val is more than eager to care for you, tending to you all the time. They love the excuse to lay with you and kiss your forehead. "To check your temperature", they say. Clearly.

🖤 They 100% celebrate Holidays, but in their own way. Halloween is their favourite; the Heretics go out in style every Halloween! They make their own costumes. Val goes as a vampire, and they make you your own costume so you can match.

Christmas is different. They'll use a tree, sure, but the ornaments are made of bone, and the top of the tree holds the "antichrist"; a baby doll with horns on it.

They gift you many things! Like themselves in the nude, wrapped in a ribbon. Best gift of all, no?

🖤 When you're not out and about, and you're with them, they love to coat you in mud and use it as an excuse to bond with you. Smothering in it as they lovingly ask about your day or your future plans makes them happy.

🖤 As expected, Knoth and Marta hate you. So you have to be cautious.

And because you hate them back, you're a sneaky little shit, so you spy on them whenever possible, and you were able to stop Marta's surprise ambush. The Heretics showed their appreciation, alright ;)

🖤 Life gets hectic, so you sometimes sit above the mines and watch the blood moon as blood rain pelts onto you. It's calming. You're not really alone, seeing as there's Heretics everywhere, but they're quiet and do their own thing, so you are somewhat alone.

🖤 As expected, during Marta's failed ambush, she gets taken hostage. You don't see Val for a while after. You, of course, question where they are, and the Heretics don't really say anything. They keep you busy and keep you far away from a certain part of the mines.

You feel dejected. Why wouldn't you? Val was so dedicated to you. It was to be expected, Marta and Val had history. Enemies to lovers. :(

So you'd spend your time away from the mines. You become self-aware, actually! Why ARE you sad about this?

Were you used?

Probably.

So you stay away. You barely go near the mines anymore. You now just deal with everything yourself.

Until one night, you were planning to plunder some supplies yet again, only for a bloody and muddy Val to waltz through the doors of your new abode - in the middle of a cornfield, by the way - and they looked...drunk? Happy drunk.

Marta was dead, and now it was time for Knoth.

🖤 When Knoth was killed, it was expected of Val to take the throne, and you accepted that your alliance was over with.

Just let you leave alive, and you'll never come here again.

But what surprised you is there was a throne right next to theirs. Made of sticks, mud and bone.

With your name on it.

NSFW [Under the cut cause lolz]

🖤 Val is decently sized. 6 inches.

🖤 They're a switch. They will 100% dom you and hold you down as they thrust into you, but they also love when you take the reins and ride them till sundown. Or...sunup. Either one.

🖤 Orgies are very common. Is it Tuesday? Orgy. You stole something from Knoth? Orgy. Is it rainy outside? Oh, what a shame. Orgy.

At first, Val guides you and has fun with you. Other Heretics join in eventually, but Val gets possessive after awhile.

🖤 Val loves giving and receiving oral. With a tongue like theirs? Why WOULDN'T they use it to their advantage?

To get them going, their cockhead is the most sensitive. Deepthroating makes them go feral. They find risky sex to be the MOST erotic thing. Hearing you heave for breath as they rip your head off of their dick is the hottest noise to them.

In terms of giving, they take their time at first. They want to know what makes you tic. They listen for any changes in your breathing, or for any noises that indicates pleasure.

And once they locate your sweet spot, they'll attack it with fingers and their tongue. They love your taste.

🖤 Sex, to them, is not only out of love but how they express themselves. Sex is alternatively a way to be feral. It's vulnerable and just...is everything to them.

Some days, when they're feral and needing to get their energy out, they love the mating press and doggy style. Fast and rough.

Other days, they love the lotus position. You're both close, and your heart beats alongside theirs.

🖤 They love pain as much as they love pleasure. They love to take a knife and trail it along your skin, and press down.

Tie them up. They'll be your whore for as long as you'd like.

🖤 They hate it when you're quiet. Be LOUD, baby. LOUD.

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ Beyond Belief🩸🜏 ☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ FtM! Sub! Miguel O'Hara / Male! Dom! Monster! Reader

☆ implied violence

☆ breeding, implied choking, overstimulation, dumbification, body horror (reader is not a human.), cum inflation, vomit (im so sorry (its also just for a brief moment though dw 😭😭)), implied somnophillia

☆ short

☆ Miguel being a freak and enjoying being used by you because he's that down bad for his own "god"

☆ this is a little more freaky and extreme. I am not responsible for your own consumption of content.

☆ minors, for the love of god, scroll away I'm sorry dawg

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

Miguel's breathing, ragged and cut short. Almost as if he was wheezing. Gasping for air. Your hands holding him taut, pushing him to the ground with zero to no effort at all. Its suffocating. It makes it hard to breathe. Your not even choking him at all but the weight placed on his sternum and his bladder made it difficult to move.

Not that he was complaining, no. Quite the opposite actually. Despite the blood pouring out of his nose and teeth, the pained cries and the sharp intakes of breath, limbs covered in long cuts where his blood, his oh so sweet blood dripping down on your ground. Your floors. The very surface of the inside of your home. Staining it with his scent. And god did his scent drive you crazy.

No, despite all of that tribulation, Miguel enjoyed this. Maybe a little too much. Coughing out blood from his lungs the way one of your cocks, enlarged and throbbing, bulging out of his pathetic, fleshy little stomach, thankfully self lubricated (although at this point, Miguel wouldn't have minded if you went in raw or not. He's more than happy to be a vessel for your own pleasure), and tiny little bumps on it's length, hitting against Miguel's clit every time it had went inside him. And only adding more stimulation inside of his wet cunt.

You were in heat. An animal in need of release. Miguel was perfect for that. Your little conduit, who had offered you fresh food, fresh offerings, a fresh dripping pussy always eager for you whether you wanted to fuck him or not. His throbbing cunt, begging for more of you as humanely possible. Pulsing with your deep inside of him, giving Miguel a load of your seed. yet he isn't satisfied. When is he ever?

But you'd let him off the hook now because you were just as voracious as he was. Growling, a deep rumble eminating from your chest as you holding him down without a care. Spreading his fat ass and pushing another one of your cocks, plural, inside of him once again.

He sobs, with the difficulty of emitting noise. And he's cumming again. Lost count of how many times he's painted your dick with his squirting. Pussy juices all over ground and the soft animal furs that Miguel got laid on. Mixed with his blood and sweat and dollops of your cum, creamier than most animals. Trespassing his cervix and oozing warmly inside of his womb as you pump him full again.

That is, until you take a moment to breathe (literally approx 0.01 seconds) and start ramming inside of his pussy, bullying your way inside. Pulling his limp ragdoll of a body off of your cock and turning him around. So that his stretched stomach faced the floor and his face drooled on the layered furs. One of your cocks enter his steamy cunt and the other, slides against the crack of his fat ass, your large hands spreading the two soft, supple muscles and you push yourself inside with ease. Miguel let out a garbled noise, choking on his sobbing and another orgasm shoots through his body like a fucking nuke. One climax bleeding through another and another as if it was just one long continuous line.

Your thrusts quicken once again, you were close and Miguel could feel it within every fibre of his body. His full, utterly stuffed out body filled up once again like a whipped cream bag to a glazed doughnut. He can't take it anymore. The pressure connecting his chest to his stomach snaps and with some struggle he faces away and vomits on the side, away from the furs and towards the dirt due to the sheer utter fullness of his body. He physically can't take it, despite him thinking he could. That he had wanted more of your seed. And after that minor inconvenience he ends up falling down on his face on the soft animal pelts and properly passing out. He'd die if it weren't for you keeping him alive.

just letting yall know that in my cult au, mating season does exist, and as a creature of nature, mreader follows it. so you can imagine how many times miguel gets fucked silly 🤭

[queen-pudi]

Pathetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi x afab! Reader

TW: mentions of drinking, depictions of sex,use of word whore and Just being overall sexually frustrated rivals

18+ MINORS DNI

Snack time: I hate writing pt 2s but something about this one i just. It was getting so long and i hadn't even gotten to the good part😭 Nothing was going right so i need to take some time to rewrite the second part but for now here is part 1!

Truth be told Sakusa Kiyoomi was the bane of your existence.

He was rude, cold, and overall just didn't give a shit about anyone. His over-hygienic ways didn't bother you truly, that's not any of your business. What bothered you was how he carried himself as if he was better than everyone else. You want nothing more than to knock him down a peg or ten and the feeling is mutual

Sakusa doesn't quite understand how it all started but he does know that he loathes you. You were loud, crass, and overall a brat. But what made it worse is that you were only like this to him.

To everyone else you were sweet, caring, and willing to go to do whatever it takes to make your friends and everyone around you happy.

So why did you only hate him

What had he done to make you look at him with such disdain? What was so bad about him that you felt the need to nitpick every little thing he does in order to bring him down?

Your hatred for one another is impossible to go unnoticed much to the annoyance of everyone else. You were constantly at each other's throats and your friends often had to make plans purposely when one or the other was busy to avoid a run-in.

It was tiresome and frankly, they were sick of it.

Which leads you to now

"You know what I don't understand?" Atsumu started, "why don't you just fuck your hatred away?"

This nearly causes you to choke on your drink. Fuck Sakusa Kiyoomi? The man that has been nothing but a nightmare since the day you met? You knew Atsumu wasn't the brightest but this was a new low.

"Why the fuck would I want to fuck him?" You choked out.

"It's not like he's ugly, at one point you even said he was the most attractive man you've ever met" he smirked, recalling how before you properly, or rather improperly, met Sakusa you silently admired him.

His skills on the court left you breathless and he did happen to be easy on the eyes. You can't lie and say you don't still see the appeal but it's hard to look past all the ugly within him.

"If I wanted to have a bad lay I would have fucked you by now" you retort. Getting up and leaving the room as Sumu sat there speechless

You hate to admit it but his words had plagued your mind for weeks now. Every time you shot him with an insult you couldn't help but stare at his hands, wondering what they'd feel like trailing your body. Up your thighs, groping your breasts all the way up to your throat. Leaving you quite literally breathless.

What's even worse is that he began to sneak into your private time. Your last session ended with you having quite possibly the biggest orgasm of your life while thinking of him.

Deciding to calm yourself you spent the next few weeks actively avoiding him and any possible occasion where he might show up.

You even started going to the grocery store across town in order to avoid him. And while you thought you were doing a good job this didn't go unnoticed by Sakusa.

He could never say this out loud but he would sometimes look forward to seeing you. Being able to try a new insult on you or seeing how enraged you'd get when he would come up with a better one. It all brought him an odd sense of joy.

Not to mention he may or may not have also thought you were attractive. He wasn't blind he knew you were beautiful the moment he laid eyes on you. Not just in looks but in the way you carried yourself.

When you weren't squabbling with him you were often the epitome of grace. You were who people came to for guidance and you were good at it. Often helping people not only with favors but with your kind and thoughtful words.

Sometimes he sees this side of you and imagines what would it be like if you looked at him like that. What would you do if he asked for guidance? Would you help him with that beautiful smile you display at the sight of a new task, or would you look at him in disgust and anger for wasting your time?

Truthfully he tries not to dwell on those daydreams too much because that’s all they’ll ever be

Daydreams

No matter how much he wants to call out to you he can’t.

Which brings him here, at a birthday party for some random friend of a friend that he only came to cause he heard you were here.

He wanted to apologize for whatever set you off this time and go back to the dynamic you had. He just wanted you to mess up his life again.

However, when he did eventually find you this was not the situation that he thought would take place.

Atsumu was once again nagging you about your avoidant behavior regarding the walking lamp pole. All of it was starting to mess with your head.

"Don't tell me you've actually started to fantasize yourself with him!" Atsumu screamed, embarrassment seeping into your body as you tried to distance yourself from him

"Are you avoiding him cause you wanna just rip off his clothes and take him then and there every time you see him?" He teased, he definitely had a bit too much to drink but he'd be the same way sober sadly.

"Sakusa wouldn't even be good in bed I bet. I mean when was the last time you saw him with someone? He probably ran away his last partner because he was so bad in bed." You scoff "If anything I would be doing him a favor by sleeping with him. " you ranted, knowing full well most of it was a lie. You only really said all of it out of frustration.

Frustration for what? You aren’t too sure anymore.

Whether it was frustration at Atsumu for constantly suggesting the stupid idea and teasing you or maybe it was because of his constant nagging of how you should buck up and stop avoiding him that got in your head. Or maybe it was the sexual and shameful frustration of how now you can't seem to shake the idea of being on your knees for him as he fucks your face like a whore. The world may never know.

You were about to continue until you felt a strangely familiar cold aura surround you.

"So you avoid me for a week and then go around calling me a pity fuck?" He spewed, venom oozing out of every word, inching closer to your ear as you feel his breath fan the side of your face. "Somehow you continue to find new and inventive ways to disappoint me"

Sensing how this might play out Atsumu shot you a quick look and backed out of the room. Leaving just you and Sakusa

"I wouldn't say avoid is the right word. Moreso, purposely never being in the same location as you in fear of seeing you…"

You shift in place, refusing to turn around already imagining the look on his face that to most might seem unbothered but you know is much worse.

"You know google would say that's the basic definition of avoidance, but why argue over technicalities when you could explain why you are doing it in the first place? Or maybe you want to explain how the topic of my so-called pathetic sex life jilted you so much?" His words oozing with sarcasm

Honestly, neither of those options sounded promising as they both boil down to one annoying answer:

You want him

Sensing your hesitation he leaned in closer and trailed his hands lightly up your sides, one hand stopping just under your breasts as the other tilted your chin towards him bringing you face to face. Your body almost melting from the heat of his touch.

His breath fanning your lips as you do your best to keep what's left of your composure.

"if you ever want to see just how pathetic my sex life is firsthand then you know where to find me" he smirked at your nervousness, it was a risk but he was tired of ignoring the tension between you. He wanted you and if there was just the sliver of a chance of you wanting him too he was going to take it.

He pulled away slowly, the feeling of his hands trailing your body still ingrained in your head leaving you in a daze. Barely noticing his departure as you stand alone with just his words ringing in your head.

Maybe you're the pathetic one after all

[ardenrabbit]

for the bad things happen bingo, can I get amputation with Pidge as the one hurt? World needs more Pidge whump, which lots of juicy feels.

OOF YES. Thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry, Pidge 😭

Stars are requested, hearts are complete! Purple lines are open!

@badthingshappenbingo​

[Amputation - Pidge]

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Pidge shouldn’t have gone in alone.

She knew that now. She knew that, choking and screaming and clutching her leg while Allura dragged her back from the scored desert ground. Allura and Shiro had been the closest to her position, and it had only taken minutes for them to get to her. If they had come a single minute sooner, maybe Pidge could have kept her distance from the ruins’ single security measure. Maybe the wyrm wouldn’t have sent Pidge sprinting away from the carvings on the walls she’d needed to scan. Maybe it wouldn’t have clamped its jaws down on her calf and knee, biting through muscle and tendon until she felt something vital in the joint snap and sever.

As far as she could tell through the sweat, blood, adrenaline, and noise, Allura and Shiro had come in on a pod. Allura just have jumped out of it, because she was right behind Pidge, hauling her back by her armpits, and the pod was still flying, turning tightly along the wyrm’s side to tear its belly open with the point of the wing.

Pidge’s stomach turned. All of her blood was leaving her body through a chasm in her lower thigh. She couldn’t move her ankle. She wasn’t sure she still had an ankle. The pain was bile yellow. The sky was that same ugly, thickened yellow, vaulting over her head, catching in Allura’s pure hair while she dragged her to some modicum of safety.

“Pidge, listen to me,” Allura was shouting. The noise was too much. The throbbing in her eardrums was too much. “Pidge, you have to stay awake. Do you understand? Look at me.”

Pidge didn’t. She looked down at her leg.

She turned in Allura’s arms, and she vomited on the sand from under her visor.

“Pidge,” Allura snapped again. She pulled her up into her lap, holding her, and Pidge caught one blurred, dizzy glimpse of the wyrm lying still a good distance away from her. The ruins were red. She saw the pod come back around, and then Shiro was leaping out and bolting toward her and Allura. “Pidge, look at me. What’s my name?”

“Allura,” Pidge whimpered.

“Good.” Allura’s arms were the one source of comfort she had, a grounding weight around her chest and shoulders. “Pidge, listen. That creature was highly venomous. It’s in your bloodstream now, but most of it– most of it will still be in your leg. You need to stay awake until we can get you somewhere safe.”

Shiro dropped to his knees beside them. Pidge blinked at him through a haze, leaning back against Allura’s lap and stomach, and she worked to understand what Shiro might possibly be able to do to make this better. He could cauterize it, right? He could do something. Shiro always knew what to do.

She had never seen his eyes so hard or his jaw set so grimly. He didn’t waste any more time staring at Pidge’s mangled leg than was necessary to assess the damage, and then he was talking to Allura.

“Princess, tell me a pod can fix this.”

Why did Shiro sound broken?

Why was Allura shaking her head?

Why were the other paladins panicking over her comm?

Hunk was pleading to know if Pidge was alive. Lance was screaming at Keith to reroute the pod containing the three of them towards Pidge’s location, and Keith was barking at Coran to bring the whole castle to the ruins.

“Shiro, we have to work fast,” Allura said, low and quick. “Every second counts. Tourniquet, now.”

Pidge squirmed.

“No, no no.”

She grasped for Shiro’s hand and missed by a couple of feet. Her vision wasn’t working right. A failing system.

“Shiro, please,” she slurred. He had the decency to look her in the eyes, pained and sorry, for only a moment. Then he was taking off his belt to tie it around her upper thigh, and he pulled it tight until Pidge felt the muscles constricting under it and blood flow cutting off with an icy, prickling itch.

“Princess.” Shiro was still protesting, even as he followed Allura’s orders. “Please. There has to be another way–”

“There is a way to save her,” Allura bit back. “But not with that leg. It’s gone, Shiro. The venom will rot it and take the rest of her with it. The pod can filter out the remnants of the venom in her system, but even without it… It’s unsalvageable. The pod can’t save her leg.”

Her leg. Her leg. Her leg. Rotting, torn, gone, her fucking leg.

An animal fear bolted through her, and Pidge seized in Allura’s arms. She screamed and tried to buck away from her. She trusted Allura, Allura would never hurt her, so why was she saying her leg had to go?

“Shiro, no, please don’t, it’ll get better,” she sobbed. “Please please pleasepleaseplease.”

Lance and Hunk were all but screaming over her comm, demanding to know what was happening. The sounds of their voices distanced and then shut off entirely as Allura lifted Pidge’s helmet off, and she cinched her arm around her to keep her from squirming. Pidge was still crying as Allura forced her own folded glove in between her teeth.

“I’m sorry, Pidge.” Was Allura crying? She better have been. This was Pidge’s fucking leg. “Shiro, now, or she’s going to die.”

“Coran, get a pod ready,” Shiro said. His voice sounded like dust. He reached over with his left hand to grip Pidge’s right, and he squeezed her fingers tightly.

“Pidge, I’m so sorry,” he choked, and his right hand flickered violet.

Pidge was still screaming around the glove. Allura held her clamped against her chest, and Pidge made the awful mistake of watching.

Shiro made it clean. One swing of his hand. Skin, muscle, blood vessels, bone, nerves, muscle, skin. It all burst apart in one searing, nauseating line. Cauterized on the way through.

She couldn’t feel her ankle.

Her scream left her throat in ribbons. Her nails bit into Shiro’s palm, and he didn’t let go.

Her vision was just a pool of colors. Ugly yellow. Hateful violet. A spartan white against black, Shiro’s uniform. Deranged, she clung to his hand and reached for him with the other, and Allura finally let go of her.

The glove dropped out from Pidge’s teeth. Her thin fingers found purchase on Shiro’s shoulder, and he pulled her up, pulled her away from the shredded leg that wasn’t hers anymore, and cradled her. This was her captain, this was her leader, he was supposed to protect her, and there he was, chest clenching like he wasn’t willing to cry in front of her. Allura followed, and she spilled apologies while she stroked Pidge’s hair back from her forehead.

Both of them were trying to comfort her, and some fragment of Pidge’s awareness split off to give her the peace she needed. Numbness. Not happy, not blissful, just numb. Allura pulled herself around to shield Pidge’s view from the gore right beside them, but Pidge still stared past her shoulder at the red all over the sand. She stared at it until the shadow of the castle blotted it out.

[uh-mozzaza]

alright I'm back from Lucca Comics here are some highlights :

- yes, Araki is a 60 year old that looks like 30 even in person. No, I don't know any other explanation than vampire

- he's pretty funny, he was always cracking jokes and jiggling it was cute

- he had a slight tick where he would blink and squeez his eyes rapidly, maybe the harsh light was bothering him (vampire)

- he said that a big part of his inspiration with the his works focusing on travel comes from the long bike trips he took in his childhood, and how the difficulties and obstacles he found helped him grow

- in contrast, when writing Part 4, instead of the danger that can be found right in front of you and faced directly, he wanted to focus on the kind of enemy that stays hidden and silent

- when the interviewer asked him about the theme of humanity, he talked about how he tries to make not only his protagonists human but also the enemys, how humanity is reflected in them

- the interviewer was a delightful and hilarious Neapolitan man, who cared deeply about the Zeppeli characters and really wanted to know if there was a possibility for any of them to get a happy ending. Araki thinks that there is goodness and beauty in the way their deaths were essential in order for the Joestars to come through. Rip Zeppelis :'(

- He doesn't actually identify with Rohan, Rohan is more someone he'd want to be like (Really Araki? really?) If he could chose, he would actually want to be Shigechi cause he could catch all the coins

- The weather was supposed to be bad, but then it didn't rain in the morning. When asked what kind of power he would like to have, he said the ability to control weather and that he had actually willed the sky not to rain so as not to ruin the day. Thunderous applause from the public. I'm telling you this guy is a superpowered vampire

- When working for shonen jump he used to always draw around 21 pages each time, but he had to cut two due to the limit of 19 pages per issues. THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF EXTRA PAGES THAT WE NEVER GOT TO SEE FOR ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER OF JOJO (not a problem anymore since he changed editor to 45 pages)

- if he could re-do one thing, it would be to fix the spelling errors of the sound effects in his earlier work

- you know how when reading Jojo you go from point A to point C and you have no idea what happened in point B ? good cause that's how he works too. he knows where to start, he has a vague idea of the end, and he has no clue on what's going to happen in the in-between

- He takes inspiration from everyday life when figuring out fights and stand power. A conversation with a friend, something he saw during a walk, drinking from a glass of water and starting to choke, they all become material for his work

- he focuses on the rythm of the music he listens to when writing (he even made a bum bum cha sound to explain 😭)

- a guy in the public asked him if Diavolo's punishment wasn't a bit too harsh and his answer was basically sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/

guys guys guys

I'm gonna meet araki today

conference at lucca comics

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