#a messy play but theyre so good through it all

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Sabres vs Leafs | 03.13.23

[gothghostiie]

I need Transmasc!141 to tie me up and fuck me like they hate me. I need Ghost to shove my face into his messy cunt and grind like he’s trying to kill me

hhh. yes.

cw: cnc, degrading, bondage, impact play (slapping, spanking, all that jazz), facesitting, strap ons, poly!141

mmm. they're so brutal when they want to be. usually they're happy with you just being passed around to eat pussy or ride straps, but who would they be to deny you when you ask them to step it up? after a long discussion of what, where, when, boundaries and safewords you settle on a little cnc, they just grab you whenever and have their fun with it.

it takes a while, they only do it after their next mission together. theyre all still on edge, adrenaline pumping through their veins - so they make a beeline to your quarters. the door flies open, youre suddenly being held down and tied up with ropes and zip ties, struggling until you realise whats happening. finally. you're being groped all over, clothes cut and ripped off, spanked wherever they can get some slaps in. god knows they prepared for this long ago, some quickly putting on their straps they stashed here a long time ago, others too busy with spreading your legs and playing with your throbbing sex.

price is the first one to shove his strap inside you, turning you on your back to make sure you can watch whats happening. he immediately ruts into you harshly, making you see stars from the sheer force of it, but god you wouldn't have it any other way. he talks dirty to you, telling you what a massive fucking slut you are for letting everyone use you like this. youre almost unable to listen over your own moans, especially when you see kyle kneel down behind price, knowing damn well hes helping his captain cum. prices moans get louder than they were anyway, kyles fingers brushing against your stuffed hole every now and then, fucking with your head as he acts like he might just add them too. soap isnt helping either, going down on your poor clit/cock and sucking it, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nerves. you're unable to even cum at this point, its too much, too good, youre overstimulated all over.

but of course its not done with this, the momemt price cums they switch places, with kyle now fucking you. his strap is longer, not stretching you out as much but brushing spots that make you howl. his hands dig into your thighs, a grin on his lips at the noises you're making - even though they're about to be muffled by ghost. he gets close, climbing on top of you and straddling your face briefly before properly sitting down. he's grinding his sopping cunt into your face roughly, rocking his hips while looking down at you, gritting his teeth. you can barely breathe, moans and cries vibrating against his pussy as gaz keeps fucking you, soap continuing his assault on your cock/clit. and you know damn well none of them are getting off of you until you tap out or pass out.

[opal-owl-flight]

Quick lore question, did marie considering the idea of replacing 4 play into the insecurities she has later?

Absolutely.

I wanna preface this by saying one thing: Young 4 was a COMPLETELY different person before she got recruited by Marie. And Marie...responds to her accordingly.

Long read abt Hero2 events below!! Its. A lil messy sorry qisjke these are my notes

Young 4? A bitch.

Everything she ever wanted was given to her. Moved out of the highlands with an ego the size of a planet (and also bc she felt suffocated there), thinking she can make it in the big city.

...she struggled to make it alone. She had moved out bc her family was suffocating her with love, but now theyre not here, so now she feels homesick and underappreciated.

All that is expressed by her harsh, bitchy attitude. Shes gonna be mean bc no one has seen her for who she is. She'll show them!!

She finds her way around like this, and discovers that shes just as good at turf war here and at home. In fact, shes *so* good that she got the status of a rising star!

It aaalll just gets into her head. Shes "proven everyone wrong" now. Shes got the superiority complex and can back it up.

Marie...

...saw this. She was looking for a new agent to help find the missing zapfish. The second 4 heard this from her, she flexed her arms and...

"Look no further, your hero is RIGHT HERE!"

Marie at first adored the spunkiness of this new agent. Uuuntil 4 started thinking that shes better than her.

"Watch out, Agent Four!"

"You watch YOURSELF, grandma! Think Im a damn idiot to not see that coming? WAHA!"

Marie rolled up her sleeves after several stages full of her ignoring orders or sassing her out of nowhere.

Is that how shes gonna be? Fine.

When 4 finally trips and falls, hard, on a particularly difficult level, Marie pulls her to the side to fix her up and give her a lecture that tore her fucking ego to shreds.

She says something so fucking harsh like "That attitude will make SURE that you die sad and alone. I wonder how anyone puts up with you."

4s too hurt by her own failure to say anything back.

The reality of war finally gives her a reality check. Each victory is earned. its her life on the line. And the world.

She regains her spunk after saving the world.

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Silly 4. She gets the job done but it takes a LOT of pushing in the mid-stages. Its like she got legitimately bored after the initial super easy ones, and thought the entire campaign a joke.

She went back to her turfing life topside between stages. And she takes a WHILE to come back to her missions -- usually late!! And then before she even goes in she just HAS to yak Marie's face off with what she was doing up there.

"Youre late."

"You shouldve SEEN ME, Marie!! I was carrying that Rainmaker round! I was-"

"Pray tell, Agent Four. How will you keep participating in turf with the Zapfish gone?"

"Whaat? Cmon. Nothing seems to be changing! Theres still power through the city!"

"The backup supply wont last forever, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Im here now. Wheres the next kettle?"

This attitude is from her high school days, clearly. She breezes by everything so fast that she can afford to do things last minute. It affects even this.

That, alongside her talking smack back to Marie, is what makes her snap at 4. Its what makes 4 stick to the mission fully starting late area 4 and area 5. (This is also around the time 4s life was threatened. God help me in those stupid platforming stages)

Post Hero2, 4 more or less does what 3 does. Shes the "replacement" til 3 comes back. (That cant be good for her confidence.)

At the same time, she has to deal with Callie and Marie talking out what the fuck Callie did with Octaria. "THEY SQUIDNAPPED GRAMPS!!!" and all. Why help them??? They get into squabbles where 4 was the unfortunate witness to. And peacemaker. It does NOT help that Callie for a while kept putting the glasses back on!!!

4 wishes so bad she had help of any sort. She feels 3 might be able to do something but what does she know?? Shes never met em!! She just imagines what the missing agent would do in that situation.

Callie...was also the person she got close to. Shes fun (unlike the stuck up Marie), shes empathic, she opened 4s eyes to the Octarian plight. It made her acceptance of 8 later much smoother.

Im not saying shes not close to Marie either, I bet they healed their relationship around this year too. Marie's sorry she tore 4s ego the way she did (even if deserved...). Marie's much more supportive of what 4s doing topside. Shes expressing her pride in the agent she found much more openly. (She brags abt her to Callie at times.)

The three of them heal together in that time. 4 sees them as older sisters Im p sure. Theyre both giving her tips for turfing and -- Marie even helps her with homework, HAH

And...while I say that 4 and Marie are in better terms, there are still days where Marie blows up on her. Lesser extent than before, but shes *worried* for her agent! (Its a similar plight 3 has.) In those times, its Callie who has her back. ("Hey! Its not like shes not trying!!" Callie understands how it is, and she also knows Marie best -- shes the one who makes 4 understand where Marie is coming from.)

[potchi-fics]

zaun (part three of attention)

i | ii | iii | iv | v

      rays of sunshine creep through the tiny cracks of your blinds, waking you up from your deep slumber. the moment you open your eyes, you let out a groan of annoyance. what’s worse is it hurts when you swallow, you feel a slight throbbing in your head, and you feel sluggish. you think that you might be sick. just in time, your alarm clock screams. a slam of your hand shuts it up: shut up, im already up. you force yourself out of bed and opt for a quick shower– grabbing your towel and necessities, you walk to your bathroom. thanks to your shampoo and soap, you manage to smell like lavender and vanilla; a scent youve always adored.

stripping your clothes, you step under the showerhead and turn it on– letting the cold water hit your somehow hot body. im gonna run a fever, arent i. you grumble in irritation, but you focus on the water hitting you, pondering about your interaction with sevika. now that you think about it, its been a couple of days since her last visit. a single question runs into your mind: maybe i should go to zaun again, it is my day-off. 

youve made up your mind, you’ll explore the city. 

laying out clothes on your bed, picking your choice of outfit; black cargo pants paired with black shirt, layered with a coat, and black boots– cant forget your trusty dagger. you check your watch and you figure you’d be there in a couple of minutes. with one final look at yourself in the mirror, you head out.

the bustling city fills all your senses, i probably wont get used to this. this time, you fully take in zaun– kids playing on the streets, drunkards already drinking, elders talking to each other, everyone seems lively today you thought. putting your hands in your pockets, you turn into an alleyway. markus was right, curiosity will get you killed. while walking, you see a child crying in his grandmother's arms and of course, you being a nosy woman, listened to them.

“but grandma,” he wails out, “i really love that radio. why’d they have to destroy it?”

his grandma rubs his head comfortingly, “hush now, ill buy you a new one.”

      you know that look in her eyes, that guilt and regret swimming in her eyes: she wont be able to buy one. look, you werent always a piltie, but that story can be told another time. absentmindedly, your feet bring you to them. you were only snapped back to reality when you hear her ask.

“what do you want? we dont have anything anymore.” the elder hisses out.

you raise your arms, “im not here to take anything, im here to see if i can fix your radio.”

what?

“what?”

this is what i get for being nosy, “i know a few things about ‘em.”

      but the twinkle in the boy’s eyes, his sniffles quieting down, and hugging his grandma tighter? you had to do something. 

“r-really?” he’s a timid little kid.

you slowly kneel beside them, “yeah, kid. ill try to fix it, cant promise you though.”

      you take a look around their house– its small and messy, considering theyre living in an alley, you cant judge. tools that you can use are tucked away in a box in the corner, thinking theyre good enough. seeing that youre eyeing them, the kid hurriedly brings you the box. thanking him, you carefully grab the radio; its old, and run-down, but it works. using a flathead, you disassemble it.

“its not broken, luckily.” you take a glance at the two, “the screws are loose, so you just have to tighten them again.”

      you turn it on once you assemble it back to its original form, a small smile creeps into your face as you hear static before hearing voices.

the grandma brings out her waller, “how much do i need to pa–”

“dont mind,” you stand up to interrupt her, “its my day off.”

her face shows gratitude but her eyes show seriousness, “dont give kindness here easily, kid.”

      your eyebrows furrow, confused by her comment. you could only offer them a nod before making your way deeper into the alleyway, relieved you could fix the radio. before turning, you hear the kid yell a thank you which makes you chuckle. but your victory is cut short when you hear a fight going on. your instincts turning on, you put your back against the wall and take a peek behind it.

its sevika. and shes not looking good. her arm isnt working, she’s outnumbered: she looks like she’s about to pass out. debating whether you should help, you watch for a few seconds. one man was about to punch her but you quickly jumped in to block it. her eyes met yours almost immediately, however, you ignored her and put yourself between her and them.

“you shouldnt be here, pretty little thing.” the middle guy snarled. 

you only stare at them, “i really dont give a fuck. like, at all.”

      guess that pissed him off because he quickly charges at you but you trip him and stepped aside to give him to sevika, seeing the vulnerable man heading her way, she quickly uses her right hand to punch him in the face. on the other side, you were dealing with two guys. one rushes to throw a fist but you evade by ducking and giving the other man a punch in the liver: a body shot, he crumbles down to his knees– giving you the chance to deal with the other. 

“lousy,” you comment, jabbing him and hitting his nose, “weak, unfocused, poor execution.”

      with every insult, you land hit after hit. he bares his yellow teeth at you while holding his bloody nose and mouth. you feel arms around your torso– throwing your lower body in the air and forcibly throwing yourself down, you make the clingy man stumble forward– hitting his buddy. your gaze goes back to sevika and you see her getting pinned to the wall. quickly grabbing your dagger, you make your way to them and slash the back of his knees, making him let go of her. sevika pants but lands a hit to his jaw– knocking him out cold.

you turn to look at the other two, only to see their back turned against you, already running away. cowards. hearing her groans and labored breathing, you turn around and help her up– putting her arm around your shoulder and trying to support her weight.

“i didnt need your help,” sevika grunts out.

you sneer back, “sure, sure. you look like you were winning actually.”

      she tries to escape your hold but right now, you are much stronger than her. you scold her and force her to hold onto you. 

“dont play with me right now, sevika. my head is already hurting,” you warn her.

sevika huffs out, “just this once. i have a safe house somewhere around here, its not far.”

      scared that she was gonna bleed out, you briskly walk, but still gently handling her. after a few minutes, you reach an abandoned building. she leads this time. this place is a goddamn maze, the smell of wood and cigarette brings you back to reality, the door to her safe house opening. 

you take in the sight, you snort at the messy place. she limps to sit on her couch, letting you close and lock the door. you rush to her to assess her injuries: bruises, cuts, and a wound that would probably need stitches.

“you got a kit?” you ask but youre already rummaging through her things.

she snorts, “bathroom, lower cabinet.”

      making a beeline for it, you hurriedly walk to her bathroom. seeing the kit, you let out a breath of relief and grab yourself a few ointments and a wet cloth. you go back to her and she looks like she’s really about to pass out. your voice wakes her up, making her stare at you.

“this is gonna sting,” you prepare the stitch to start.

she dismisses your comment with a wave of her bloody hand, “this is nothing.”

      only breaths and occasional groans from her fill the quiet room, giving your entire focus to finishing her stitch. snipping the thread, you move on to clean her wounds with the wet cloth you grabbed earlier– dabbing and rubbing the blood away, sevika lets the calming action take over her. too tired and worn out to complain. roughly twenty minutes pass and you finally reach her face; taking a moment to stare at her, your eyes roam from her eyebrows, down to her nose, and travel down to stare at her lips. 

“you done starin’ at me?” though her eyes are still closed, you figure she mightve felt your gaze.

warm cloth meets her skin, “wasnt staring at you, i was starin’ at your wounds, asshat.”

      she suddenly grabs you by the waist to pull you to her, your hands landing on her chest to steady yourself. 

“what are you doing.” red paints your ears.

she chuckles lowly, a sound that makes you want to rub your thighs together, “im only making it easier for you.”

“actually, this is harder for me,” you manage to blur out, “stupid.”

      you attempt to pull away but her hold only tightens around you. sevika finally opens her eyes to look at you and you realize: blood loss. 

she looks intently at you, slowly leaning in and putting her nose into your throat– inhaling your scent. you flush at this, the redness covering your entire face now. sevika drags her nose up to the side of your neck, finding your pulse; youre scared she’s gonna feel how fast its pulsing. your hand grips her bicep, feeling the muscle and how solid her body is. your eyes shut as her nose travels up your jaw, her lips just grazing your skin. 

“you shouldnt have come back here,” she whispers out.

      you didnt know it was possible to be closer to her but she grounded you on her crotch– making you straddle her. she pushed you down into her, emitting a throaty groan from her. you, on the other hand, are breathless, you cant think properly, your ears are ringing, and your hands are shaking. she kisses your jaw, resulting in you opening your eyes.

your hand that’s holding the cloth squeezes between the two of you and positions itself on her forehead to push her away. her head lolls back as she finally sleeps. Ignoring the fire in your abdomen, one thought crosses your mind: fuck, that did things to you. 

note: finally building tension

[sadrithmoras]

more self indulgent veilguard ramblings

just locked in davrin romance w my mourn watch rook .... super cute scene <3 but it makes me giggle thinking of the shenanigans that happened before this bc of me messing around w lucanis and neve as well.

i was always planning on romancing davrin but i really just cant help myself with flirt options and i always play through these types of games like my team is one big fucked up polycule or something (ESPECIALLY da2). this game really is good for that because of all the pre-commitment romance scenes. but thinking about it through an in character perspective is so funny esp when you take into account lucanis and davrin interactions + lucanis and neve. like those four are in some kinda love...square. rook is putting the moves on neve, lucanis, and davrin, lucanis and neve have their thing going on, davrin and lucanis are on their enemies to lovers bs (and lowkey neve and rook were like that after the whole treviso/minrathous debacle too).

one messy jumble of feelings which finally ends up settling in lucanis/neve and rook/davrin. and the funny thing is as soon as i got back from arlathan with dav, i got the scene were he and lucanis are drinking together having a grand old time LOL in my head neve joins them and rook later, and theyre just back to being friends like none of that all happened

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not inviting a friend of mine into my dnd campaign?

so i (18nb) have a friend (18nb, Martin) who i play in a main dnd campaign with with all our other friends (Ill name them Dan, Virgil, Mark, and Ray). Dan is our DM after we kicked out the old one bc she was horrible. We're a pretty close group of friends, but lately we've all been really busy with respective school & work, ect. so we didnt play dnd for a solid, like,, 4 months. I DMed a one shot for everyone besides Ray cause she was flaky anyway, and added in my boyfriend Zeke for it.

Everyone had a really fun time w it and I loved everyones characters, especially Dan's. I watch a lot of dnd shows, so i just keep getting more ideas- but while the one shot was fun it was messy as hell. Ive been wanting to write a campaign for a smaller group for a while, (because when i tried making a campaign with the whole group the character creations were... disappointing to say the least. this sounds mean but i created a fairy world that was very magical & told everyone to go crazy on character creation in a world with few/no humans, and like 5/6 people opted to be a human with a fighting class :/ )

ive been writing a campaign that im really proud of and have a good vision for, and decided to include Mark (because we're best friends) Zeke (because he wants to play dnd more and has no opportunities) Dan (bc he never gets to be a player) and then another close friend of mine outside the group named Gabe (who i love but never get to see) I love their characters & we're all super excited.

Thing is. I was briefly talking with Dan, Zeke and Mark about it at school bc I'd sent everyone a little intro message for the world and they were all super excited and wanted to talk to me about their classes. Virgil had no problem with this and was excitedly asking abt the world + characters along with some other friends from school, but Martin got quiet and went and sat by himself. I could tell they were off, but Martin is generally a quiet person anyway and is often sad + doesnt want to talk for like a hundred different reasons, so i left her alone. Later that day in a different class I have with Virgil he showed me his phone where Martin had sent him a message saying she was really disappointed & felt left out that i hadnt invited them to my campaign.

i instantly felt bad and started to text him, but,,,, to be honest, i dont think im at all responsible for this.

i have reasons for leaving Martin out, the main one being that they just..... arent a very active player. Hes soft spoken and doesnt actually like rping their characters- her character in our main campaign is/was literally mute bc they said they didnt want to have to speak as him. (theyve since taken this back and went through with a curse breaking thing to be able to speak, but her character,,, still doesnt talk much.) he writes really good, sad backstories but doesnt actually play or do anything with them and gets uncomfortable acting. Their characters are not only emotional, but like. crazy. they play a bunch of cool tieflings with insane magic classes & features and then, again,,,, dont roleplay them. I didnt want the group to be big and had a good reason for including everyone that i did, and our other friends that arent in it (Virgil, Ray who is Martins sister btw, all our other d&d interested friends at school) literally dont mind at all. i just wrote a campaign that theyre not in. Martin also has their feelings hurt very easily, so to be honest i just find her being sad about not being in it just... stupid. id never say that to his face & i get that he feels bad, but like....cmon.

im aware im a very very incredibly low empathy person- to be honest i struggle with depression and bpd very heavily and am often mean to my friends & loved ones without really processing why or how much it affects them. i told Virgil that i thought Martins reaction was stupid, and he said that that wasnt fair bc Martin had always been in my campaigns before (which is, yknow, one. Martin and I were even in a campaign with a completely different group a while back and Martin willingly left it very early because the group was loud & their character wasnt doing anything (yeah)). Every time Martins expressed (or i guess not expressed) sorrow for not being invited to it ive just sort of ignored them. this again isnt that uncommon cuz when shes sad he doesnt like to talk about it, and also they havent directly confronted me with this at all.

ive been talking about the campaign a lot because it occupies frankly a lot of my brain because i have so much to write, and i especially talk to the people that arent in it bc theres no risk of slipping up and telling them something they arent supposed to know. The other friend, Gabe, is friends with Zeke and Mark and I, and Dan is good around new people,, but Martins really quiet around people he doesnt know well, so if i invited her anyway they'd probably play the game even less than they already do.

again, im really bad at having an actual perspecitve on this. Virgil said he feels bad for Martin but not for himself, as far as i know Dan doesnt know about the situation, and i literally just dont wanna involve Mark and Zeke (Zeke HATES conflict and when people fight so he really doesnt have to be involved.) Mark Martin and I have all been really close friends since literally 7th grade and I guess Martin especially feels left out that I involved Mark and not them but Marks both really good at character creation and also talking in character, and like, hes my best friend who i do everything with.

I dont wanna blow off Martins emotions but but i truly dont give a shit that they feel betrayed by my not inviting him. especially because they havent bothered actually telling me this. objectively i dont think its my fault even a little, and Martin is really horrible at handling their emotions anyway (this isnt an insult, just a fact. i am too). aita for not inviting him + not caring that shes upset by it and acting like they arent?

sorry this is so long i really like providing context

What are these acronyms?

[castlebyersafterdark]

more afterglow byler is needed always - like where theyre still tasting each others fingers coated in... stuff (heh) and messy kissing and slumped into each other. just all the smells and feels and vibes.

YES ❤️❤️❤️ One of the best parts of established relationship fic is this part - where the scene and story doesn't just end when the characters finish, we get a sappy line, and they say I love you. So good when there's something extra added. Insight into the afterglow!

It's so important in the characterization of a couple and so often neglected. All that passion and tension and lead up and hot sex - then the loving aftermath, oh I miss it when it's not there. What do they talk about in bed right after they fuck? What emotions are running through their brains, how do their bodies feel? Let them linger in the glow of the not-so tidy, the acknowledged messiness of sex itself and the rush of adrenaline and all those lovely chemicals post-orgasm as they lie together.

The soft kisses or the kisses that are barely kisses because they're still catching their breath or too keyed up to stop softly babbling. Running hands through sweaty hair, whether that means bangs plastered to foreheads or through sweat gathered in chest hair. Fingers playing with the steaks of come that dot their stomach, a cheeky glint in their eye as they bring a wet finger tip to their mouth to taste. A limb twitching as the body processes the after-effects of so much pleasure. Tracing over a fresh bruise and pressing down, kissing the hiss and groan from the other's mouth at the sore but so good sensation.

The shy looks, maybe with a bit of awkwardness overlaid the whole scene because in the moment, the passion leads you to say some really honest stuff, and now both of you are replaying it back and facing each other without the pleasure surrounding the words and reality of whatever moves happened during the actual sex. Gimme them shyly laughing at each other or feeling some sort of way in that very realistic post-nut clarity hahaha you know that's real. Mike said something insane and is super embarrassed about it until Will brings it up and says "We... can try that next time if you really want to." And Mike's very flustered "I don't know why I said that. Sorry." And Will just slides closer, bodies sticking together from sweat and cooling come since they haven't moved much, and he reassures Mike that yes, he's serious. They can try it.

The decision and insight into the afterglow fading and having them clean each other up, or have one take the lead there, or they end up going into a second round, or they fall asleep and decide the mess is a tomorrow problem.

[im-fucking-dead]

give me two characters just vigorously making out. Like, nasty, make out session. Like, breathing through their noses cause they're too into it to break apart. They're dry humping, doing anything to get friction. BONUS POINTS IF THEYRE GAY. I love me some fagors (i say as a proud trans man who loves women 😝😝🗣️‼️‼️)

"I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me"

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Blitzo x Stolas

18+ MDNI

word count: 971 words

Setting: this story isn't based off of any episode in Helluva Boss and any events like their arguments and where they split up or the trial against Blitzo don't affect and aren't affected in any way with this. More or so like those events didn't happen, but the story setting is still in hell and takes place in Stolas' mansion, specifically his bedroom.

Warnings: sloppy make out session, dry humping, cock grinding against cock, cock squeezing, dirty talk, neck biting, neck sucking, anything else that others may find

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Blitzo had had a hard day with fighting off some crazy demons that included Striker and some of the other idiots working with him. he put up a hell of a fight along with Moxxie and Millie, but by the end of it, he was exhausted, frustrated and of course, horny from it. man could this guy get horny and needy from one small simple thing happening. but lucky for him, he had his own little play toy waiting for him in his own little palace.

Blitzo kicks down the door of Stolas' room, ready to fuck, kiss or suck that damn bird till he had gotten all his cooped up adrenaline and frustration out. Stolas quickly looks up as the door flies open and both him and Blitzo lock eyes. Blitzo was panting and had a look in his eyes that told Stolas one thing....

"on the bed, now" ordered Stolas in a low, commanding voice, already unbuttoning his shirt as he watched the submissive owl not question a thing and stalk over to the bed, sitting on it and looking over at Blitzo with a mixture of emotions. excitement, confusion, concern, but he stays quiet, waiting for Blitzo like the good boy he was.

Blitzo smirks at how fast his pretty little toy obeys and once he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and throws it off, he is on top of Stolas in a matter of seconds, straddling his hips and hold his chin tightly between his fingers. "now...you're gonna be a good fucking slut and do what i want, okay?" Blitzo says in a mischievous, teasing voice that also held his frustration from earlier.

Stolas just nods but little imp isn't satisfied "i asked you a question you little whore...now answer it" Blitzo commands, his grip on Stolas' chin tightening as he glares at him dominantly "y-yes Blitzy...w-whatever you want..." Stolas whimpers out helplessly.

Blitzo just smirks and then finally collides his lips with Stolas', skipping the soft, gentle kissing all together and pushing it into a sloppy, messy make out. Stolas can't help but whimper softly into the kiss as their tongues intertwine, desperately clinging onto Blitzo.

"fuck...you're so fucking hot when you make those noises" Blitzo hums breathlessly through the kiss, tilting his head up to deepen the angle of the make out even more. (if that's even possible at this point) Stolas starts getting restless and starts to try to kiss Blitzo harder, drool collecting at the corners of his mouth as his and Blitzo's spit combine. They both start to not care about their intake of air and more on the intense heat that now circles the room around them.

sounds of whimpers, grunts, intense breathing, and a few moans here and there soon bounce off the walls. the two decided that the make out session was more important than breathing air, so they started to breathe through their noses to not even risk breaking the kiss apart for a millisecond. but in the end, that just fueled the other one on.

but Blitzo needs more like the dirty, horny little fuck he is. he was still straddling Stolas' hips and found it the perfect opportunity to solve one of his other problems he had been experiencing. Blitzo grabs Stolas tightly by the collar of his shirt and keeps the kiss strong, messy, and desperate before he then starts to roll his hips against the bird's, but did this man start off slow? nope.

Blitzo runts up against Stolas hard and fast, to a point he almost seemed desperate for some kind of friction to help his ever so growing situation. Within seconds he has Stolas moaning and gasping through the kiss that started to become even sloppier, rutting up so his dick rubs right up against Stolas' clothed dick, causing the perfect friction for both of the demons.

"nghh...f-fuck!..." Stolas whimpers out as he gets dry humped so hard he could almost see heaven from all the way down in hell. Blitzo pants while he tries to carry on the make out session still, but Stolas is so wrecked with him grinding against his dick that he can't even focus on it. so Blitzo moves his mouth down to the owl's neck and starts to bite and suck through the soft feathers and to his skin, leaving both bite marks and hickeys as he bucks his hips forward and back against Stolas' like some sort of deer in rut, the sound of fabric rubbing together along with whimpers, moans, and pants fill the air around the two.

Blitzo trails his mouth up to Stolas' ear and whispers in it lowly and dominantly "mhmm...so fucking hard for me pretty boy...you like when i dry fuck you...hmm?...you like when i treat you like the stupid slut you are?....look at you....the great prince squirming under a little imp like me...so hard and desperate to be fucked" if Blitzo wasn't dirty with his actions, he was dirty with his words and if he wasn't dirty with his words....never mind he is also talking like he is speaking to a fucking slut.

"mhmm...nglhhh...p-please...o-oh god...B-Blitzy....i-i need more...p-please" Stolas begs as i starts to buck his hips up into Blitzo's, desperate for more friction, more touch, anything to make his throbbing dick better. "oh don't worry my pretty little fuck toy...you'll get what you want" Blitzo whispers in Stolas' ear before reaching a hand down and grabbing Stolas' cock roughly through his pants, causing the prince's body to jerk and shudder as he lets out a loud moan and grips onto the bed sheets so tight he might just rip them.

"is that what you wanted you little slut?...wanted me to touch you hmm?...well don't worry my pretty boy...you'll get a lot more than just my hand on your cock tonight..."

(and i think you can guess where things went from there)

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this story probably isn't the best but this is my first time writing smut like this plus i finished this at one in the morning so cut me some slack here. i did my best. i also didn't re-read this so hopefully everything sounds and is spelled right.

[sinnful-darling]

I love yan!zombie. I bet he looks really creepy and cool

im so glad you like them! i was wanting to do something like this for a long time so im happy its been so well received. ill go into how i picture them, but of course theyre based on your own preferences and tastes.

pre-apocalypse yan! zombie had unkempt, box dyed black hair that was usually up in a messy bun. ive mentioned they were a shut in degenerate, so to add to that, they had dark circles under their eyes from scrolling through subreddits you dont wanna know the names of and playing video games. their hygiene was really good though and i imagine they smell citrusy. pre-apocalypse! yan! zombie was soft. they never worked out, like ever, so they aren’t ripped at all. they have brown eyes and a tongue piercing, as well as snake bites in my mind; lots of baggy clothes, hoodies, sweatpants, and long sleeves too. overall, edgy lil dude that spends their time gaming and shitposting. definitely a reddit and discord mod.

after yan! zombie turns, i imagine that the virus turns your eyes milky and slowly rots your skin. by the time you found them, it had only been a week or so since their turn, but their flesh started to rot and have an odor, hence why i added the dialogue. in my mind they were bit on their thigh and hip, as well as their waist, the curve of their shoulder, and their forearms. when they got back to their apartment, they bandaged themself up and changed their clothes, but they were still bleeding— so i imagine they have bloodied bandages as well. i also like to imagine that the virus blows their pupils super big.

after their strain mutates again, i mentioned that their skin turns almost translucent and their rotting flesh and wounds mend, and that their veins turn an inky black. i also imagine that despite their soft tummy and thighs, they kinda turn rock hard. their eyes also take on a paler daffodil color in my mind too. if you’re wondering what their pheromones smell, it smells similar to monster energy — just because i can and they usually drank it when they wanted to stay up pre apocalypse.

[cybercritterinyourcomputer]

writing this on a whim because my brain is torturing me about it for some reason and i figured what better place to go than tumblr [this is somewhat sarcasm]. i do not particularly know why i am writing/asking this but im chucking it out there to ease the thoughts so i can go to sleep

to any systems or whatever or really anyone reading who found this through the tags i put here, how did you know you were a system. or plural or how did you start questioning it how did you figure it out. bear with me its past 2 am my writing is atrocious . how did you know if you never knew before?

i dont think im plural, but something wormed its way into my brain today or yesterday and i dont know why or when and and its not the first time this has popped into my brain i think. the thought of what if what if what if but im me. its my me it there its me its my thoughts and there is no other people in my brain just me myself and i. its not quiet it never is but it is just me

i think a clearer question i want to ask is: how can you tell if something is just dpdr[because i fear i may have that, unfortunately it is very likely] or this? this as in osdd or did or whatever

it would appear simple but unfortunately for a lot of my life my sense of self has been so broken and so messy because. fuck all everything happening i guess but its just me, truly. i talk to myself, i draw different versions of myself together, i split myself into many parts to cope with things, to highlight the different parts of me, variants. the wolf, the puppy, the robot, the hermit, the hollow, the dragon, and whatever the Me is i dont know who or what i am when im so many things and nothing at the same time. i didnt completely think about this but also how heavily i relate to certain characters in media but this may just be a nonhuman thing. i see so much of myself in certain characters and so much of them in me sometimes to the point where i dont know where i start and they end. but again i think that is just a nonhuman thing or a coping thing. because its still just me here

where does the age regression and nonhumanity start and where does it end when i rely on my creations of myself to keep me afloat. i only talk to myself through thinking and drawing, i dont talk to anybody else in my head, its all me. and unfortunately theres a pattern where i learn of something and i think about it and i go, "oh, no, no no, that is absolutely not me, never would dream of it! even thinking that i could be that is a crime to all the ones that truly have that!" and then it ends up being too true. the depression, the adhd, the age regression, the therianthropy, the hard denial of abuse, the hard denial of possible autism. my friends speculate i have ptsd or cptsd. i dont want to go down that line of thinking with this, i *know* i dont have it, but the fear

its annoying because ive never really been here present in my body im never really here and the horrors dont end and theres always been something wrong with me but i know its other things. i wont share the details, but the situation ive been in the past 8? months has been horrible horrid no good on my brain i hate being awake. and it feels like someone else took the reins but im still feeling the hurt i still have the memories but they dont feel like mine. my memories have never felt like my own but theyre mine and i have to write everything down or i will forget. i go to work i listen to family shit on me i go to work i do something all day but its not me im still in my room playing a game in my pjs but that was almost a year ago but im still there but i went to work but it wasnt me

because my mind is empty, its just me. it really truly is just me. i think im just lonely. and hoping someone could take me away from everything im always going through or for someone to be there. in my head

there was never anything to make me think this before, a couple times i have but years ago, for no reason, im quite sure its just me. i had imaginary friends as a kid which is normal for kids. i still kind of do but its just me talking to me, im saying two things. i think i just have a lot of possible trauma[i dont believe im traumatized but my friends are quite firm that my entire life has been a shitshow since i was born] and a lot of coping mechanisms plus the fact that i have to pretend for my family and me being trans and me being nonhuman and me so its mostly just that

i dont really know what exactly im even asking. i think im just throwing out a bone and praying for someone to go "yeah dude thats normal youre fine, youre normal" and for my brain to stop ruminating and its annoying. or for someone to ease my curiosity and fear and dread. im throwing out a bone, im begging for someone to glance my way, im begging for someone to tell me its okay. not the begging to be okay but to say that my brain is okay and that my life is okay

[feralox]

CW: degreation/humiliation, puppyplay, spanking/impact play, gags. All very mild

I want to take her shopping and pick out a pair of panties for her. Something as delicate as her, maybe with a bit of lace and in a colour that complements her skin tone. Something that she feels really pretty in, you know?

When we get home I'd ask her to put them on and nothing else other than her collar. I'd lie her down in my bed and admire her spread put for me. I'd look over her beautiful body. My eyes would continue to zero in on her pretty little panties and the small bulge theyre concealing. I'd touch her all over until she's squirming. I'll kiss her neck, her breasts and nip at her hips and tummy. I'd watch her cute little cock grow hard within the tight confines of her panties. A little drop of precum will start to form and I'd warn her against ruining her pretty panties. They're brand new after all, we don't want them covered in her filthy precum, or worse. She'd whimper and tell me that she can't help it.

"Oh, you can't help it?" I'd ask as I straddle her hips. She'd feel the heat of my cunt against her aching clit. I'd grind down on her and she'd moan. And I'd grind down again and again and again. She'd me moaning helplessly begging me to stop or else she'll ruin her new panties.

"Don't you fucking dare." I'd say. "We're not gonna make a mess now, are we?" I'd berate as I mercilessly grind my cunt against her.

Eventually she will cum while babbling, "I'm sorry, I can't help it! I'm a bad dog, I'm sorry!" I'd berate her for being such a dirty, messy girl and for ruining her brand new panties. I'd command her to lift her hips as I slide them off her legs. I'd ball them up and then slap her inner thigh so her mouth gasps open and I'd shove them in. I'd tell her that this is what messy pups get. She'd whine around the panties, tasting her own cum but keep them in place. I'd tell her to turn around and put her cute bare ass in the air.

I'd tell her that girls deserve to be punished as my hand swats down leaving a pink mark on the cheek. She'd jump at the sensation and let out an undignified whimper. I'd swat down again and again. She'd take it so well.  I'd tell her that I can tell that she wants to be a good girl. "You want to be a good girl, yes?" I'd clarify. She'd nod, still gagged, face down ass up. I'd tell her she's been so good and if she can handle 10 more She'd get a reward. She'd try her best to hold still and not squirm as the last few strikes land on her bare ass and thighs because she's a good girl. God, she's such a good girl and she wants to prove it. I'd praise her for taking it so well. She'd still be holding her panties in her mouth like the obedient pet she is. I'd grip her now red asscheeks in my hands to expose her cute pink puppycunt. She'd shiver in surprise and then let out a long moan when she feels my tounge lap at it again and again. I'd eat her out slowly and intently until she losens up and I can fit my toungue in her. I'd pull back to tell her how well she's doing as I slide my first lubed up finger in her. Then another. Then another.

By now her panties are covered in spit as she drools all over the place. She'd be moaning like a bitch in heat as I massage that sweet little spot in her ass with my fingers. Her breath would get heavier and heavier and her sounds more desperate. I'd ask if she's going to cum and she'd nod. I'd finally take her gag out and ask her to beg to cum. She'd plea so beautifully for me, She'd tell me how close she is and how once again, she can't hold it. She'd be so perfect, how could I say no? Once again She'd tip over the edge, making the prettiest noises.

"Goooood giiiirrrrlll" I'd praise her through it. "Thats my pretty girl." Id tell her what a good job she has done as I kiss her on the forehead

[only-omo]

ok but something ive never heard anybody talk abt ever and they should

tourettes omo

or at least tics, i understand why it may be a touchy subject bc awareness and stuff but like as someone with tourettes can i just say

i get bladder tics

and theyre luckily on the rarer side but like, it is literally ill just be doing stuff and then essentially suddenly either actually just wetting myself, or so ungodly close to it as im fighting the waves of desperation accompanying the muscle spasms and its

actually crazy

but like could you imagine your fc who has ts or some other tic syndrome (ts au ? medication ? idk man) and theyre hanging out with friends just doing whatever or something like that, and basically they just start wetting themselves out of nowhere, leading to prying questions (good naturedly or not) about why they didnt go if they had to that badly

maybe theyre peeshy and this kind of thing is semi normal already; or they arent, and they then have to delve into explanations on the fact that either they didnt know/didnt have to go, met with varying degrees of belief, or that they did know, but they also were certain it wasnt near close to bad enough to have an accident yet, and maybe through rambling even admitting straight up that they literally just pissed themselves regardless of need.

or if they didnt even wet fully, anywhere from a rather messy leak that they cant hide, similar to above; to one thats smaller and less obvious, but maybe they freeze up in a really conspicuous way, still bringing attention to themselves, and maybe they suck at playing it off, or just have really pushy/concerned friends, or both, so they end up still having to admit to just having peed themselves a little, despite there being no immediately visble/no visible damage, and then try to explain that they arent in desperate need of a bathroom despite that

or maybe they are. maybe now their body is confused and theyre teetering on the edge of a full accident all of a sudden. and of course theres the constant worry nagging in the back of their head that theyll tic again and lose it the rest of the way, but also trying not to think about it for fear that focusing on it too much will make it happen, which is an entirely real possibility

not to mention any tics that arent actually their bladder, but help just as little, for instance, i get vocal tics but they arent often real words, so like,, invlountary whines and groans that have nothing to do with anything but sound so desperate, paired with jerky/restless movements that arent a real potty dance but at this point only the one ticking themselves can tell the difference; which doesnt matter much in the end anyway, as theres still a real chance theyll wet regardless

or someone who is actually rather desperate, and theyre trying to play it off for one reason or another, but despite their control in terms of potty dancing, they continually lose focus on their tics, which eventually simulate the same thing, and they keep drawing attention to themselves anyway

the absolute confusion and misdirection it causes for everyone else because no one can ever tell when they actually have to go, and eventually they learn that it doesnt really matter if their bladder isnt already completely empty (which only really lasts for like 5 min after using the bathroom if that, so)

[hell-drabbles]

companion when theyre forced to suffer what comes with being an angel (they will get hurt) (they will hurt others) (shunned from every side) (nothing is fair not even comfort) (good lird! Pain and suffeing!)

I'd imagine angelification adds to your an6atomy as a non-angelic being instead of transforming. Sudden wings sprouting from your back and rapid growth would be painful ofc because its happening all at once. Halos forming at rapid rates causes throbbing migraines that last 15-30 minutes (unbesrable pain) and could have long lasting effects and damage to the brain. Idrk how halos can materialize so yah!!

Wingssss would be incomplete and fleshy and bloody because wings did not take time to deform. Healing would take a lot of time but it wont change deformities. I dont thjnk theyd even be able to fly since the wings are tooooo deformed wnd sonewhat bony to evem carry weight :[[...

Angelification maybe attacks the mind too with intense holy visions? Idk. Its like a strobe light effect that plays in your head with words yiu cannot understand.. (yeouch!!!!) Intense ringing in your ears and strong nausea comes with it.

Due to the immense stress of angelification and what it does to the mind the victim wouldn't be themselves anymore proven by that bossfight during chapter 1. Victims get put down becayse their body is forever damaged and in pain (oof)! The viictims are also dangerous because their senses are messed up already so they attack impulsicely and are really agitated

Idk these might not make sense but yahhh :3 have fun with some of my thoguhts that come from my stew brain

companion, probably: shit happens i guess (suffering a fate worst than death)

And let me spill out some of my own brain stew from the mind cauldron.

I like to imagine that the Companion is probably used to lure out Ra-on with their familiar face. And that they have moments of lucidity when they're basically not tripping balls on holy visions, which makes Ra-on really, really hesitate on having them be killed or maimed because they're in there! They're still alive even if they're in pain! Because Ra-on strikes me as the type that would not survive a zombie apocalypse because they're that soft-hearted towards infected loved ones.

Gabriel marked Ra-on, killed Minhyeok, and probably holds a special interest in the Companion after making them go through angelification. As to what that interest contains, I have no clue. I'll probably just make it a messy variety where Gabriel is only jokingly affectionate in order to mess with Ra-on and the devils.

And then goes "Oh no," when he ends up actually attached to the Companion the more they're lucid, but obviously has to hide it under layers and layers of lies and asspulls to the angels and devils around him. It's almost funny.

Obviously, this is a one sided thing. Weirdly likes the open hostility of the Companion when their mind is there and functioning.

I'm a big fan of these huge prideful assholes being confronted with the problem of getting attached and basically hating every moment of it. Though he doesn't really pretend to hate the Companion in front of them when it's just the both of them. He's civil and since they're so open with their own anger, Gabriel tends to unload whatever grievances he has since literally no one else is giving him a listening ear. The one that did listen, God, is gone. So, the Companion is the next best thing.

That's kind of funny to think about. Ra-on Companion is now Gabriel's Companion.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII THABK U FOR THE TRIVIA AND ASHE SONG before i take forever 2 answer those or forget here is a blank ticket to please please talk about prime defenders and their AWFUL emotional literacy and processing skills i would literally love to read that essay so much ive also been thinking about it incessantly. big eyes staring up at u.png. ok ok peace out GOODNIGHT !!!! <33

i lied actually im not going to bed im judt thinking about this ans listening to St. John on a loop now. hello catkiss.gif i forgot how youve filled me with so much joy. that cat is so fuckign cute

anyway. hi :) prime defenders huh. this is gonna be less of an essay and more of a sleepy ramble but ohhh i have so many thoughts. they all process things so differently and none of them are good at it they all need therapy so bad. ms.g where is the hero therapy why didnt you build that into w.a.t.c.h ma'am

vyncent is probably the best at actually processing things out of all of them, he just internalizes everything to the point where he wont talk about it unless hes pushed past the breaking point. vyncent is actually very.. emotionally intelligent? i want to say mature but that feels like im singling him out because hes the oldest. i just feel like because he grew up on Fauna and had to be in basically survival mode in a world full of monsters trying to kill you.. that makes a person grow up quicker than they should. i think vyncent had a good childhood and for the most part his parents took good care of him but just.. living in that world doesnt seem like it leaves room for a whole lot of expressing emotions. vyncent is good at quick analysis of a situation, but unless a problem directly interferes with the current goal he doesnt externalize it to everyone else. but bottling up his feelings and emotions just builds up pressure over time until something like the lich makes him blow up and let it all out at once, usually in a dramatic monologue format bc condi is really good at those god damn it. also they played off the fact that vyncent said all of that to the lich and then missed his attack as a funny thing but i like to think of it as. he got too overwhelmed w his emotions and lashed out too soon it made his fighting messy. vyncent is so angry and honestly after what hes been through he deserves to be !!!!

william wisp. my boy. god hes just like me fr so much so that it physically hurts sometimes. anyway. i always think back to the scene where theyre all in the cabin talking about themselves/sharing backstories and william keeps desperately trying not to talk about himself. the fact that hes so ashamed of his powers he hides wisp form every time. two of his powers are LITERALLY a) turning invisible and b) turning intangible, usually as an excuse to leave whatever situation hes in ("accidentally" falling through the floor at opportune moments in season 1) . theres. a thing that happens at the end of episode 13/beginning of epidode 14 that youre really close to and i wont spoil yet but god it has to do with this so extremely much please come back to my inbox when you get there. youll know what it is trust me. um. yeah. so anyway. i think a lot of this comes from a place of. he doesnt want anyone to be scared of him. williams not stupid hes incredibly smart and insightful he knows his powers are objectively SCARY. hes scared of himself constantly, he doesnt want anyone else to feel that way about him, so he shifts focus whenever those aspects of himself are brought up because if someone were to think about it for any amount of time theyd realize the truth that hes scary and dangerous to be around (<< william logic. hey remember how one of the reasons he originally left deadwood was because the monsters there were attracted to the wisps and therefore Him so he left to keep his friends/family out of danger)

i think a lot about williams death and the immediate aftermath, i dont know how much you actually know and how much of this comes later but . how does he go home after waking up from that. his parents know about his powers, so they MUST know what happened. what do you think he told them when he god home muddy and dirty and broken and probably bloody after being missing for. god knows how long. how does he look his mother in the eyes and tell her her little boy is dead. but hes also not because hes standing right in front of her. how the fuck do you think he felt the first time he went into wisp form and saw his body laying there !!! of course he wouldnt want to talk about that!!!! youre gonna have to pry william wisps emotions from his cold dead hands !!!!!!!

dakota's response to the ashe situation was to run away in the woods and do nothing but train for 10 months. he didnt think about it for 10 months. i dont even have a whole lot to say about dakota other than like. stunned silence whenever his inability to process trauma is brought up because grizzly does such an incredible job at being like "you ask dakota how hes doing and his face is just blank" << paraphrased actual quote from an episode i cannot remember which one. either 11 or 12 ?

also because im thinking about him im including ashe in this. we didnt get to see a whole lot of his canon reactions to extreme emotional situations so a lot of this is just coming from My Mind but ashe seems like hed be the type to repress a lot of his emotions too. being alone in your house/in your room for extended periods of time will do that to a guy. i think he feels a lot of things and will probably very openly cry/scream/get angry when hes alone but as soon as he knows another person is there he can immediately flip the switch to turn it all off like nothing happened. very much a deadpan "im fine." if someone asks how hes doing, even if hes got like. the remainder of tear tracks down his face. cannot physically express his emotions in the presence of someone else

[smolweeblets]

Through Kitty Cats And Kittens

Fade x Reader Valorant

Fade was an amazing woman. She was an incredibly formidable opponent with crazy good abilities and not to mention an incredible battle sense to go along with them. She knows just how to scheme to get her opponents to run around in circles. Not to mention how attractive she was while doing it. Her hard gaze could melt a hole right through you, and it only gets more intense when she's concentrated.

Needless to say, you have a massive crush on the woman. Everything she did just entranced you, you often find yourself having to rip your eyes away from her just to do even the simplest things in a mission.

Thats what made what you were doing now so daunting. You were instructed to knock at her quarters and inform her of something important. Her comm device was off and Brimstone needed her asap. You were just unfortunate enough to be the first agent to pass by. Curse Neon for waking you so early in the morning.

And so there you stood, in front of her door, trying to muster up some courage to knock.

Curse you and your pretty-girl-driven brain. This shouldnt be so hard, but the thought of just seeing and talking to her sent flutters up your spine.

You decided to just do it, and sent a few quick knocks.

A gruff sound you couldn't decipher (haha cypher) came from inside the room. Soon, the doors were opened and you finally got a glimpse of the woman herself.

She was wearing cat themed pajamas with cute little kittens, balls of yarn, and tiny fish littered all over her sleepwear. It contrasted with her current appearance, disheveled, messy and almost scary from how hard her gaze was. She was slightly flushed, not expecting the knock and having an agent see her in this state.

You almost gasped seeing her pajamas. She looked absolutely adorable, and you felt melting on the inside. You tried your best to gather your thoughts to form words, as she said something and was expecting an answer.

“What do you want.” She frowned.

“Brimstone has requested for you.” You scramble to answer. “It was urgent he said.”

She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Ugh, the one time I actually want to sleep…”

You smiled apologetically and were about to leave until your ears pricked when you heard a small mewl.

You looked down to the source of the sound and saw a small calico kitten trying to run out of the Turkish womans room. The woman looked indifferent but you heard her mutter a silent curse under her breath.

She scoops the little thing up. And it continues to mewl in her arms while she pet it to try to get it quiet. You notice a faint blush on her cheeks, realizing what she was wearing when she looked down to pick up the kitten.

“I didnt know pets were allowed here.” You curiously state. Your previous shyness melted when you saw the creature.

“Theyre not. You didnt see this.” The little thing yawned in her arms, making your heart melt.

“Whats its name?” You asked, looking at the kitten with a smile.

“None of your business.”

“Awwe, but its so cute, please?”

Fade sighs. “Her name is Churu.”

“Can I pet her?”

Fade looked at you incredulously, not believing that you were actually asking that.

“Please? I’ll steal you some of Cyphers expensive tea if you let me,” You look up to her hopefully. Youve seen her drink them from time to time, and youve also seen Cypher grumble about it constantly. Lately hes padded them with more security, so the offer mustve meant something.

She stares at you with that same incredulous look. She was frowning.

“God, I don't have the time for this. Just play with her in my room while I get ready for Brimstones meeting.”

Your face lit up as Fade handed you the small creature. You take her with glee, smiling wide at the cute cat in your hands. The woman quickly ushers you inside, not keen on anyone else seeing her little secret.

“Dont touch anything. Ill be out in 10 minutes at the most and so will you.” Fade sighs as she picks out a polo from her closet, planning to look at least somewhat presentable.

She enters her shower, and you take this time to take a look at her room. There wasnt much, the most notable thing was her desk area, having a pc with double monitors. Beside it was churus food and water bowls.

You played with the kitten with glee, savoring your time in your crushes room.

Wait.

You were in the room of the woman youve fell head over heels for since the moment you saw her, and you were playing with a cat.

YOU WERE IN FADES ROOM?

The realization took a while to get to you, but as it finally did, your face heat up. You were in Fades room. Fade. Probably the scariest and most closed off agent in the whole protocol. Well, probably after Viper, but that was besides the point. She just… let you in her room. Does she normally do that?

You shook your head no, she didnt, but its not like people just waltz up her door and ask to go inside. You still cant believe you did that. But you werer nothing special, the stars just aligned in your favor for the day. That or she just really wanted Cyphers tea, but either way, she let you in her room!

You could almost imagine the both of you laying on her bed after a long mission, tangled in each others bodies, indulging in each others warm embra–

“Ow!” You yelped in pain. Churu decided your finger looked appetizing and helped herself to a bite. Effectively interrupting your delusion. But to Churus disappointment, your finger was in fact, not food, and this caused her to jump when you unexpectedly moved it away.

“Yowch, that wasnt very nice of you.” You shook your hand from the pain. Thankfully, Churus teeth werent big enough to break skin yet, but damn it still hurt.

The kitten went on your lap, almost as if to apologize. But you knew that she was just finding somewhere warm to sleep after tiring herself out after a few good minutes of playing with you.

You sighed as you pet the kittens soft fur. Cats truly were the best.

Soon after Fade exits her bathroom fully dressed with her hair damp. You flushed slightly at her unstyled hair and quickly look back down on the kitten in your lap.

“Okay thats enough playtime, out you go.” Fade nods her head towards the doorway.

You pout, not keen on leaving so quickly. “Aw, okay…”

You gently set the small kitten on the floor and brush yourself out as you stand. Fade watches as Churu affectionately headbutts your leg and fights a smile.

“You can have her if you want. Saves me the trouble.” Fade offers suddenly. It really would help her. She didnt need to have Sage scold her and weaken her already little trust in her.

Your eyes widened at the offer. You werent quite sure you heard her right. Surely it would be extra work but a cat would be a great vice in this stressful job. Just imagining snuggling with the lil guy made you want to smile.

And either you were going crazy, or you saw the ghost of a gentle smile on Fades face as. It was only for a split second, but you dare not make a single comment on it. Dying was not on your to do list right now.

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Fade stood in front of your door, small bundle in hand along with a large box by her feet, presumably containing all of Churus stuff. You quickly ushered her in and offered her a seat on your bed.

“No need, ill be out soon. Just know that you need to feed her at least thrice a day, theres an automatic food dispenser with a feed timer in the box for when we’re on missions, i personally refrain from using it otherwise because its a hassle to clean-”

Almost everything she said after that fell on deaf ears, you were just too happy to hear Fades voice. This is the most youve ever heard her talk, and you just couldnt get over how calming it was. You noticed the way her hands moved when she was enumerating all the things you needed to do and all the facial expressions she made as she though of any other advice she could give you.

Oh well, it was just a small kitten, how hard could it be? You would tackle the problems as they came. Plus, google existed.

“-You could probably get away with cleaning the litterbox every other day, since shes still small right now but its still best to do it every day just to be sure. I think thats about it, you got all that?”

You could do nothing but nod dumbly, pretending you had the slightest idea about a thing she talked about.

“...Right… Well, good luck with the little rascal. I'll be dropping by sometimes, don't think she's all yours.” Fade was halfway through the door already before you could even respond.

“Yeah, thanks again! Ill take good care of her!” You smiled as you waved.

Who would have thought you would adopt a cat in the protocol AND it would be the reason your crush visits your room!

Dear little Churu would be taken well of for sure

A/n: Holy shit tumblr user smolweeblet actually posts a serious oneshot!? More likely than you think.

This is super messy, and the ending is super open its practically begging for a part two. Dont expect one anytime soon though, still busy working on some requests, till next time you guys!

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Good Boy | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/s3xsellsits2004 on tumblr<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, hair pulling, praise, pegging

word count | 1,412

keys | none

summary | look im just saying it cause we're all thinking it okay. eddie munson likes his hair being pulling. and i need a fic about it. top m reader bottom eddie on all fours (since you do multiple vers you could have the f reader peg him idk tho just a suggestion) in the beggining theyre just making out and the reader pulls his hair without realizing and eddie gives the WHINIEST moan ever and the reader is so into it and yeah nothing too hardcore maybe even some praise too i feel like hed be into that

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You exhaled through your nose as you pressed your lips against Eddie’s. His hands were gripped on your waist and yours were draped on his shoulders. The quiet tune of the radio rang in the back of your mind but you were far too preoccupied with your boyfriend to register what was playing.

You could feel his hard-on nestled underneath you, begging to be freed from his jeans. His fingers gripped your waist harder as your hips slid up and down in an attempt to rouse him even further. You could practically feel his heart beating through his ribcage as your hands traveled up his chest.

You pulled away to look at him, in all his glory. His lips were puffy from how long you’d been making out and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose pink. He blinked a slight haze from his eyes and smiled, which you rushed to return.

“You’re the prettiest boy on Earth Eddie.” You muttered, going back in for another kiss.

“Quit it.” He said with a smile. You shook your head, lips still attached to his.

“I mean it. You’re so pretty…” You replied. Your hands moved from his chest and up his neck, finding your fingers entangled in his messy locks.

“The prettiest.” You whispered in between bouts of pulling your lips away. You could feel him twitching in his jeans and his breathing becoming more strangled.

Without thinking, you tightened your grip on the roots of his hair, giving it a slight tug. His breath caught in his throat and a sound so melodic met your ears. Eddie's fingers gripped you tighter as he whimpered from the feeling of his hair being pulled.

You pulled away and stared at him, fingers still in his strands. He stared back at you, seemingly just as surprised by the noise that had come out of his throat as you were. His chest rose and fell at a rate you weren’t sure you’d seen before.

“Did you just-”

“I don’t know.” He cut you off with a quickness, but you could see a sort of glint in his eyes. You bit your lip, and pulled again, slightly harder this time. The moan that came out of his lips was so pornographic that a chill ran down your spine.

“Holy fuck.” You whispered, staring at him with a look of bemusement. He stared back, eyes wide, but cock so hard you thought it might pop the button on his jeans.

“You like your hair being pulled.” You stated, so matter of factly you'd think you had known that for years. He opened his mouth to respond, but you felt the need to tease him further, so instead of letting him speak, you pulled his hair again, eliciting another one of those whiny moans that were starting to make you feel lightheaded with pure lust. 

“Oh, you’re in for one now sweetheart.” You whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before pushing him so he was lying on his back. He stared up at you with wide eyes as you straddled him.

You made quick work of both of your clothes, wasting no time in teasing him any longer. Sure enough, his poor cock was standing at attention, tip leaking pre-cum already. You smirked and kissed his neck, his collarbones, down his chest and stomach, and paused just before you got to his dick. You looked up at him and smiled, kissing back up where you had kissed down. You could hear how heavy his breathing was when you whispered into his ear.

“We’re gonna try something new tonight.” You said, climbing off the bed and walking toward the closet. You grabbed a shoebox of which he knew the contents and saw his face flush further. You opened it up, unfastening the belts and securing it around your body as fast as you could. You reached over and fumbled with the bedside table’s drawer. With a bottle of lube now tucked into your hand, you laid a quick kiss on his cheek. You popped open the cap and squeezed a decent helping onto your middle and ring fingers.

You gently pressed your lubed fingertips to his entrance, and he jolted at the cold sensation. You were gentle with him at first, as always, but when his breathing began to pick up its pace so did your fingers. Once you decided he was properly stretched and equally pent up, you pulled your fingers out and drizzled a little more lube on your palm.

You laid it against the shaft and exhaled. The cool liquid on your fingers made your spine tingle. He watched your hand work its way up and down the strap, feeling his dick twitch with excitement. After it was substantially coated in lube, you leaned over and kissed him.

“Hands and knees sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear. The firm assertion in your tone made him weak and warm in the face, so he did as he was told. Turning around and bending over, giving you full access to his ass.

But he did one further. He didn’t just get on his hand and knees. Instead, he placed his weight on his chest, arching his back to give you ample room to pound into him It was so hot that it sent an intense full-body shiver straight down your spine. You were so wrapped up in your lust that you spoke without thinking.

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen baby.” You whispered, grabbing his hips and pulling him toward you. He whimpered as he felt the head of the strap press against his entrance.  You bit your lip as you began to push in further, watching his fists grip the sheets.

“You’re taking it so good baby. Being such a good boy for me.” You moaned at the feeling of his tightness resisting you. 

“Fuck baby you like that? You like when I call you my good boy?” You ask, bottoming it out inside of him. He whimpers and furiously nods his head. You smirk and lean over, tangling your fingers in his hair again and pulling at the roots. 

“Use your words baby.” You say, keeping one hand tugging at his hair and the other affixed on his waist, pulling him back onto you. He whimpered again, opening his mouth to speak but a few moans stumbled out by chance.

“Y-yes… More.” He groaned, his breathing heavy. You did as he asked, picking up your pace and fucking him harder.

“Like your hair being pulled and like taking it up the ass like a god boy. Such a good fucking boy for me baby.” You groaned, your voice a deep growl unlike it had ever been before. He was gasping and clenching around your strap, so much so that you were finding it almost challenging to continue to thrust. The lube aided you greatly.

You continued fucking him to his limit, watching him shake with pleasure underneath you as you surely made his roots sore. He gasped and let out such a loud moan that you knew where your thrust was aiming. Straight for his prostate. And he did not let you forget it. Every push brought up a whimper of no contest, and after a few more pounds into his ass, he was begging.

“Please please please. I want to cum please let me cum.” He leaned into your touch as the words spilled from his mouth in hot desperation. You groaned and moved faster than you ever have. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking it to the sound of his pleading.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, Eddie. Wanna feel how tight you can get on me.” You groaned, leaning over his back to fuck him faster.

With one arm tucked under his body and the other still pulling his hair, you thrust your hips over and over, pushing him to the brink. His body seized up and moans began to spill from his mouth as he clenched tight around you. Strings of cum shot from his cockhead and you shivered, the immense tightness of his hole and the sight of him losing himself proved to be too much for you, but you decided that you’d deal with that growing wetness later. He whimpered and continued to shake, overwhelmed by the feeling of you pulling out of him. He gasped for air, letting the weight of his body fall onto the bed.

“Was I… g-good?”

“You were so good, baby. Such a good boy.”