#and him being back.... ffffuck man

[sichore]

Just finished Caleb's standard myth and ohhhh that was so fucked up on both ends it was DELICIOUS!!!

[nanaslutt]

let me hold you

ʚ cont: fem reader, oral (f!r), dirty talk, pussydrunk gojo, jerking off, cream pie, cock warming, soft gojo, fluffy after sex stuff ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Gojo groaned as he pulled your ass apart with one of his large hands, shaking his head against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved. "Ffffuck-" You groaned, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Satoru burring his tongue inside your hole. His hot breath tickled your cunt when he huffed out a short laugh at your reaction, always amused by how easy it was to make you feel good. 

Your body writhed and twitched on top of his desk as you reached behind you with one hand and pressed his head harder against your cunt, your fingers threading through his soft, fluffy hair. Satoru groaned, the squelching noises getting louder from behind you as Satoru increased the pace he was jerking himself off, his hand sloppily stroking his wet length with no rhythm. "Pussy's clenching around my tongue so hard-" Satoru giggled drunkenly, his voice muffled as he spoke so close to your cunt.

"Don't h-hah, don't talk while you-" Your words were cut off when Gojo wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his soft lips immediately wrapping around the hard bud as his tongue bat at it rapidly, making you see stars behind your eyelids as they rolled back in your head. "Oh, my fucking g-godd-" You groaned, your voice getting louder than you meant it to when he started rolling his tongue around it, making the knot in your stomach tighten with the need for release. 

"Satoru- baby right there- k-keep doing that-" You whined, your face scrunching in blissful pleasure as Satoru ate you out like a man starved. He was eating it so messily, drool and your juices dripped down his chin and fell onto his hand that was stroking himself off, only making the slick sounds even wetter. "Mhmm-mmmm." Satoru moaned against your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly open, looking unfocused and blurry from his own arousal.

"Oh fuck- fuck that feels so good Satoru- you're d-doing so good," You whined, your inner thighs shaking as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge by Gojo's tongue. Gojo's face burned at the praise, you could feel him smile happily against your cunt as he opened his mouth for a second along the length of your cunt to drink up your juices before he went back to sucking on your clit. 

Gojo felt his balls ache as he stroked himself off, feeling his high grow closer and closer the longer he tasted you on his tongue. Satoru was jerking himself off so fast, not worried about cumming before you or trying to hold himself back, he felt so good, and he bounced back quick. Your fingers curled against his scalp harder as you jaw opened in a small O when you felt your orgasm start to creep up on you.

Gojo groaned at the harsh treatment of his hair, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling. "I-I'm gonna cum- S-satoru I'm gonna cum-" You cried, completely forgetting about being quiet. The only person who should still be at the school was Ijichi, but you were hoping his office was far enough away to where he wouldn't hear what the two of you were up to. "Cum, please, give it to me-" Gojo groaned against your pussy, his voice only edging your orgasm on quicker as his words vibrated your cunt. 

Gojo shook his head rapidly back and forth, humming and groaning against you as his cock ached for you to cum. He felt totally blissful and fucked out just from eating you out, he could feel his skin vibrating with excitement just waiting for you to cum. "Fuck- fuck-" Your toes curled in your shoes and your moans went quiet right as your orgasm peaked. 

Your body jerked and spasmed as you came around nothing, your hole pulsing and squeezing, dripping juices down your cunt and against Satoru's lips. Gojo popped off your cunt with a moan and quickly stood to his feet, still jerking himself off quickly and sloppily. You snapped your legs shut and crossed your legs at the feeling of him no longer sucking your clit as you continued to cum.

Faster than you were able to understand what happened, Satoru rammed his cock inside you and gripped your waist hard enough to bruise as his chest collapsed against yours. You let out a scream from the unexpected penetration, undoubtedly loud enough for your poor coworker to hear. Gojo ramming his cock inside you prolonged your orgasm, giving you a whole other wave of pleasure as you clenched rhythmically around him. 

Gojo sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder and bit down hard as his cock kicked inside your walls, his hot cum spilling out from his cock and into your cunt. His balls clenched as he released his seed deep inside you, feeling completely at ease as his whole body felt warm from being inside your hot, soft cunt. Satoru released one of his hands on your waist and reached it up to grab your face and tilt it to the side.

You hummed and whined into Satoru's mouth as he kissed you sloppily, moaning and gasping against your lips, making a mess of saliva on your chin. Gojo's hips weakly thrust inside you as he made sure your pussy milked all of his cum, even as his cock went soft he continued to just push his hips against your ass even while already being balls deep. 

Satoru broke the kiss and kept the hold he had on your chin as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, panting like a dog. You let your head dangle off the front of his desk as you relished in the warm feeling of his solid body pressed firmly against your own. "It's so soft inside you...don't wanna pull out ever," Satoru whined, his voice coming out weak and childish as his hot breath tickled your skin.

You bent your elbow back and let your hand find his hair, running your fingers softly along his scalp, making him moan softly in pleasure and gratefulness for the soft touch. He rubbed his head into your hand like a cat, wanting more and more of your touch. "Y'think Ijichi will drive us home? Don't wanna move..." Gojo asked. It was true, he did seem extremely worn out. After all, he was basically pressing all 190 pounds of himself on your body. 

"Let's not involve him in this. I'll drive." You said, ruffling his hair. "Okayy," Satoru moaned sleepily, showing no signs of moving or pulling out as he relished in your soft body under him. "Carry me to the car?" He asked childishly, making you scoff and shaky your head, ruffling his head a little harder to keep him awake. "If you pull out I'll try my best, but you did a serious number on my legs." You replied, feeling how shaky your legs were.

"I'm not that heavy, you got it. I'm putting my trust in you so don't drop me or I'll be upset." Gojo said, groaning as he begrudgingly pulled himself up and slowly slid his cock out of you with a whine. The man tucked his still-sopping wet cock into his boxers and grabbed your hips to pull you up. Satoru always got so clingy when he was tired, it was adorable. 

You were barely able to reach down far enough to pull up your panties to stop Gojo's seed that wanted to slide out of you the second you stood. Gojo wrapped his arms around your body and rested his head on your shoulder, his breathing now evened out. 

"You smell good..." He said quietly, his tongue poking out to lick the side of your neck. You giggled and tapped his hand playfully that was wrapped around your torso, signaling him to let you go. "Off, big baby. Gonna take you home." You said, letting him rock you side to side as he groaned at your words, saying something about just sleeping at the school in a spare room for the night. You eventually dragged him to the car after enough convincing. 

[musickgeek]

The Great Alastor Altruist

Could be read as either platonic or romantic

The plan was for Alastor to take care of Adam, but I didn't want to send him without back up. So now I stand beside the feared Radio Demon, ready to fight Heaven's lead soldier.

The shield withers away, and Adam stares down at us with amusement as he approaches the hotel sign. "Adam...First man, next to die." Alastor says with his usual grin. His collected stance contrasts my tense, readied one. I hold my spear and shield up defensively, waiting for him to strike. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Alastor and (Y/n)." He introduces with flourish. He's thriving on the power display, I'm not so much. "Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life." He declares, driving his staff into the ground. I step aside quickly as the green tendrils rise from the ground, showing off the Radio Demon's power. However, Adam doesn't seem impressed. "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for pussies?" He conjures his axe, and goes in for the attack, to which Alastor meets him with the tendrils. Adam swings at them, making them disappear. Once he's close, Alastor and I move together gracefully so that he is behind me, and Adam's blade merely meets the shield. "Ah, ah, ah," Alastor tuts. 

"You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge lord." Adam smiles, like this is nothing to him. He continues to defend against our coordinated attacks, seeming at ease. "You're a mortal soul, too, douche nozzle." I finally speak. "You should know better then anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate." Alastor's shadow dissolves into several little minions that attack Adam. One manages a surprise hit on him in between his wild swinging. "You think you're tough shit, huh?" He swings at nothing, as the minion is gone.

Alastor materializes next to him. "Tougher than you." He laughs. Adam dives for him, missing with each swing of the golden axe. "You lack discipline," he taunts, dodging, "control," he ducks behind my shield, "and worst?" He jumps into the air, getting larger and darker. His limbs and antlers grow in a mangled manner, and he's filled with green electricity. I'm frightened despite being on his side, never having seen such a terrifying side of him. "You're sloppy."

"And you're-fuck- fuck you! You red piece of- " Adam fails to get a sentence out as all the minions climb and attack him. "Shut up!" He shouts, throwing the last minion away. Alastor laughs, and grabs him with on of the tendrils, slamming him into the hotel sign. "Poetry." He taunts.

"I'm gonna wipe that shit eating grin off your face, cause radio is fucking dead!" Adam flies above, swiping at the air with his axe. It creates a golden arc of power that meets Alastor before I can defend him. "What just happened?" I'm horrified at the lack of radio static in his voice, he looks wildly panicked. He looks down and sees the broken staff. "Ffffuck."

Adam goes to swing his axe into Alastor's chest, and I'm too late. Alastor flies back, crying out in pain. He leans into the wall, bleeding, ears pinned back, but still smiling. Adam readies another blow, but I'm faster this time. "No!" I'm in just in time to block it with the shield. With a battle cry, I drive the spear into the arm wielding the axe. He dodges only enough to merely graze the arm. It's still enough to piss him off majorly. He growls in rage, and blindly attacks only for me to ram the shield into him. He falls to his back, and I stand over him with the point of my spear to his throat. 

"You come into our home, attack our friends, and expect us to take it lying down? You're more pathetic then anyone here." I spit vehemently. I go to drive the point into him, but he manages to grab it from me, and throws it with enough force to take me with it. He flies above me, but I roll away quick enough for his axe to meet the floor. However, he just reaches over and claws my chest with his hand. I gasp for breath, wheezing with pain. The cuts are shallow, but disable me enough for him to wrap his hand around my throat. He slams my body into the ground then lifts me into the air. "I've had enough of you disgraceful vermin."

My vision is fading, the blood is pounding in my ears. I claw at the glowing hand around my neck. I can't die. He'll kill Alastor, he'll kill the everyone. Without warning, I drop to ground, making all my wounds sting. I gasp for breath. Why my vision clears again, I see why. Alastor attacked Adam. And Adam saw it coming. "No...no, no. Alastor no." I mutter. Alastor's plunged my blade through Adam's chest, but Adam's axe is in embedded in the Radio Demons side. They both seem surprised at the outcome. "Radio's not dead." Alastor insists. Adam falls over, dead, while Alastor falls to his knees. The sickening smile on his face doesn't hide the sheer pain in his eyes.

I run to him, dropping to my knees to match his height, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Alastor, no, no, no, no, no, no. We can fix this, okay, you're gonna be fine, we can..." My voice dies away, turning into small sobs. "Don't cry, my dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile." He says half heartedly. "Why, Alastor? We could of... I'm not.... You needed to protect all of them, not me." He laughs weakly. "But I did, didn't I? And I protected you in the process."

"I suppose that makes you the most powerful demon I know." I tell him softly. He laughs quietly. "The great Alastor Altruist died for his friends." He slumps into me, eyes closing shut, but still ever smiling. I don't care about the oozing blood, I pull him tight against me hoping it's somehow a comfort. The war falls deaf in my ears, I only hear his breath slowing, slowing, and stop. I scream in anguish, the sound drowned out by the heat of battle still surrounding me. I need to end this.

I stand slowly, and rip the axe from Alastor's flesh. I take it over to Adam's body. I look down in disgust and spit on him. With a final cry of rage, I lift the axe over my head and slam it down onto his neck to decapitate his body. I grab the head by his hair, and I walk to the side of the building, holding my prize for everyone to see. "Adam is dead!" I declare. The exorcists look on in horror, cries of shock and grief rising among their ranks. "Adam is dead! Retreat! All exorcists fall back!" Their commander orders. The angels go back from which they came, and my friends all look at me with triumph and awe. I can't match their enthusiasm, only feeling hollow and tired. How was I going to tell them what happened? 

[inuhalfdemon]

okay so imagine and hear me out. Lucifer and human angel dust. He prayed to Lucifer to feel the love of a man because there was a mob hit/threat out on his life and given the time period angel dust (Real name Anthony since he's still alive) was in the closet and never even got to kiss a man and suddenly Lucifer himself is there and instead of just fucking him he flips the script and worships Anthony like he is the most beautiful angel in existence (Like people claim lucifer is) but its with kisses and words of affection. After all he prayed for the love of a man not the lust of one. they can still fuck though you just have to build up to it.

-Crack Rodent

Ok...damn. This may have got out of hand.

Rating = Explicit (tw; blood, violence, dying/death, religious blasphemy, M/M sexual content, frotting...sinful fluff...I think? Fuck, who knows anymore. 😅

Word Count: 2,546 Words

Some Prayers Are Answered

Anthony hit the front doors to the cathedral, stumbling full-tilt. Clawing at the damp wood of the door in the dark - fingernails scraping slivers from the surface of it as he jerked at the handle in blind panic. He shoved his good shoulder heavily into the gap �� dragging it open. The bottom corner of the door wailed against the floor; but he stepped from out of the drenching rain that was pouring down on him from outside and slammed his back into it – forcing the heavy door closed behind him.

Gasping, he stumbled into the corridor and shuffled past the rows and rows of empty church pews. His clothes were soaked from the downpour and he was leaving trails of drippings behind him; rain water wetting the floor with the falling of droplets – droplets of his own blood falling with it.

Anthony gripped at his shoulder; tilting his head. He pulled his hand away and saw that his palm was painted vibrantly red.

“Ah, ffffuck.” Anthony shook his head, stumbling forward and catching his foot on the steps that began leading up to the altar of the cathedral. He collapsed there; still gasping – shaking from the cold and wet of the rain – the shock of what just happened.

They had been so stupid. A mob hit…of course. Everyone had wondered where his brother had ended up. Anthony had bet all his dollars on the guy finally skipping town, but…no. Now here he was; shot in the fucking shoulder, bleeding out all over these fucking steps leading up to the fucking altar…and for what? One last snort of cocaine?

Fucking typical.

Anthony groaned, moving to stand himself up but his head was spinning – he felt too dizzy.

If he had known...drugs weren’t what he had gone for.

Anthony was in his 30’s, known that he was gay since he was 14 and never once had he let himself actually be loved by a man – he never even kissed one. If it had to be one more thing…

God, The Father; His Son; or the Holy Spirit…Lucifer, The Devil Himself…Anthony would pray to anyone in that moment that would hear it.

“Anthony?”

Anthony lifted his head, seeing that the candles nearest to the altar now were lit and this part of the cathedral was now bathed in a warm and fiery glow.

He was dressed as a man; a man of the church – a catholic priest of all things – but, Anthony knew him as something…more.

He was more beautiful than anyone Anthony ever imagined anyone could be; with platinum locks and bright yellow eyes…he was as handsome as The Devil…

“Anthony…you are dying, but your prayers have been heard.”

Anthony stared back at him; clutching at his shoulder and swallowing dryly. “I-I never said anythin’…”

“Some of the loudest prayers are uttered unspoken, Anthony.” He told him, approaching Anthony now. He offered the young man his hand and Anthony readily took it; feeling himself being pulled from off of the stairs that led up to the alter and brought to stand beside it.

“Who-who are ya?” Anthony asked; though he already – somehow – knew.

“You know who I am.” He told Anthony softly. “And, you may know me as: Lucifer.” He gently removed Anthony’s hand from the wound at his shoulder; pressing an open palm into the bleeding injury with firmness.

Shivering, Anthony flinched – expecting there to be pain but, there was none.

A strange, sucking sensation – something being pulled from him – and then Lucifer was withdrawing his hand, fingers curled into a loose fist. Uncurling his fingers; Lucifer showed him the remains of a small piece of lead…of a bullet, removed from where it had been violently embedded inside his body.

“The bullet ricocheted and was stopped by bone. It fragmented, and a piece of it has nicked one of your arteries and another has lodged itself into a lung. Your body is doing what it can, to form clots - to stop the bleeding - but, you are also suffering from the severe shock and the loss of blood you have sustained already…you cannot be saved, Anthony.”

“I know.” Anthony shivered.

“I could stay here…with you…keep you comfortable and even answer your unspoken prayer or, I could leav-“

“Stay.” Anthony told him. “Please, just…stay.”

“Your body is already giving out, is already shutting down. You won’t feel it, Anthony. You may not even notice it; and I am here.” Lucifer’s hand found his face; the palm cupping against Anthony’s cheek as Anthony was nodding – showing that he understood – but, the tears were coming now: not from the pain or the panic he had felt – but, from the unknowing.

Lucifer’s hand slid so that his thumb was brushing tears away from Anthony’s cheek.

“You have…the most beautiful eyes, Anthony…I can see you in those eyes.”

“Wha-What?” Anthony was caught off guard before Lucifer was tilting his face; golden eyes rimmed with a thin ring of vibrant red focused intently on him as he leaned in closer.

“I’ve…never seen such eyes.” Lucifer breathed and Anthony felt the warmth of it touching his skin.

I can’t feel myself dying but, I can feel…so much more. He realized.

“May I kiss you, Anthony?” The devil asked him, softly.

Anthony tilted his face more; waiting for Lucifer to do it – waiting for the passionate crushing of lips to lips that he saw so often in the movies or of horny couples making out and “sucking face”.

But, Lucifer hadn’t moved – still waiting for an answer.

“Yes.” Anthony breathed and when Lucifer finally kissed him; their meeting of lips was something more warm, more gentle, and softer than Anthony was imagining.

Anthony felt himself stutter in places; uncertain of the movements he should be doing or when they were supposed to stop but, Lucifer’s lips were firm and they were sure, guiding Anthony through it until he was so shaky and out-of-breath, he was certain that this tightness in his chest that he was feeling was from his lung slowly filling up with his own internal bleeding.

“It’s ok.” Lucifer told him; and he was holding him close. “We’ve got more time.”

Getting his breath back, and steadying himself, Anthony initiated the next kiss. Lucifer’s firmness became more slack, giving Anthony room to experiment and explore the movement and feeling of their mouths. Becoming braver, Anthony flicked his tongue against Lucifer’s lips, drawing a smirk from him. Smiling, Lucifer parted them for him, sliding his tongue forward and then he began guiding Anthony into a whole new kind of a lesson.

Gasping, Anthony pulled his face away – dragging air into his lungs and feeling Lucifer’s hands in his hair; Lucifer’s lips trailing all along the line of his jaw and his teeth pressing into the swell of his neck. Anthony shivered; feeling a pleasant sensation of goosebumps skittering across his arms, at the base of his skull and diving down his neck.

“You have…done so much, haven’t you, Anthony?”  Lucifer’s words sent wafts of heated breath against his sensitive skin.

Lucifer’s lips trailed further down; pressing to the slick skin that stretched tightly over the point of a collar bone that jutted out from underneath his soaked-through shirt.

Anthony closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, waiting for the list of his sins to be repeated back to him in low tones of conviction.

“Such loyalty, such devotion. You sacrificed so much for others - for your family; and never knowing the feeling of having someone to call your own…someone to want you, to love you, to worship you…” Lucifer’s words died away softly, and his lips and teeth firmly suctioned to Anthony’s skin, nearly eliciting a moan from him.

“Heh…I am no angel.” Anthony swallowed; his heart was galloping in his chest.

“But, you are…” Lucifer pulled his face away from the bruising mark that he had made, sliding his hands away from the young man’s hair.

 “Anthony.” Lucifer’s molten yellow and red eyes bore back into his own.

“You are glorious, to my eyes.” 

The sting of white-hot tears touched his eyes and though the reaction should have embarrassed him, Anthony could not bring himself to turn away.

“I want to see you…all of you.” Anthony told him.

“Of course.” Lucifer stepped back and the clothes he was wearing evaporated from him, almost like the smoke from a blown-out candle.

Anthony’s jaw tensed and his eyes grew wide at how utterly perfect Lucifer was; and when Anthony saw Lucifer’s open and apparent arousal, he blushed a deep scarlet red.

I look nothing like that…I’m all sinew and bones.

“I’d very much like to see you – as well, Anthony.” Lucifer told him.

Anthony shook his head, “No, you wouldn’t…I’m –“

Lucifer swept forward and pulled Anthony to him again; roughly – hungrily – kissing him as he pressed himself close.

Lucifer sharply bit at Anthony's lip, abruptly pulling away and cupping Anthony's face within the palms of both hands. 

"You don't think you deserve it, do you, Anthony? To be desired..." Lucifer ground himself into Anthony's crotch and Anthony's breath rushed out of him in a gasp. "To be...loved." Lucifer slid his hands back into Anthony's hair, his fingers curling into wet, wavy locks and tugging so that Anthony's chin was tilted up. 

"But, you do, Anthony...you deserve it and so much more." Lucifer released his right hand from Anthony's hair, gliding it so that the backs of his fingers dragged softly along the damp skin of Anthony's jaw, and continually sliding them down to the shallow inlet at the base of Anthony's throat. Lucifer's fingers touched him; and Anthony felt trails of fire - trails of heat engulfing each and every nerve ending that was set alight to burn and smolder beneath his skin - and the shiver that ran through him then was of nothing but pure pleasure. 

"Let me show you...just how deserving you are." Lucifer's fingers dragged to Anthony's fully mended wound site; sliding underneath the collar of his shirt and stoking hot, scolding embers that flared brilliantly across his chest. 

Anthony's body was simmering in a cold sweat; and he was having trouble forming thoughts or even finding enough air to breathe. There was an immediate and urgent response from him happening down below and it was all he could do to resist pressing his hips into Lucifer's and rut - with and into - him until he was all but senseless. 

Anthony swallowed - his throat feeling both very tight and dry. "This...this isn't real? Is it?" 

"Does it have to be?" Lucifer asked him, looking back at Anthony with heavy-lidded eyes. The red that ringed the glowing gold had expanded and turned Lucifer's retinas into a blazing sunset. "I can promise you, it will feel the same." 

Anthony let out a shaking breath, and he felt himself press into - against - Lucifer...felt his body - this body - crying out and demanding something more. 

"You are very nearly gone now, Anthony...but, you know it don't you. You never really made it into this church. You managed to escape from the hit, but you collapsed outside this building and are now slowly bleeding out into the dirty street gutter, choking on a bloody froth. Soon, you will pass...but, I am here to see you through it....if you still want me to." 

"What if...it's already too late?"

"There is still time." 

Lucifer held him, his hand still tight in Anthony's hair, his full arousal pressing into Anthony's own covered and straining cock. 

Anthony closed his eyes; building tears threatening to seep between his lashes before he thrust himself forward – and his mouth was desperately crushing into Lucifer’s.

Lucifer let go of Anthony’s hair, both hands clutching for Anthony’s jacket as he quickly worked to shove the heavy wet thing off and cast it aside. Anthony’s own hands clawed and pawed at Lucifer’s arms and chest; trying to grip and feel as much of him as he possibly could. Lucifer huffed exasperatedly, pushing Anthony’s hands away - just for a moment - so that he could peel Anthony’s sodden shirt up and over his head. With the shirt joining the jacket, Anthony’s hands were on Lucifer again before both men’s bare chests came together and suddenly Anthony was consumed with an internal heat like he had never knew.

Strong arms held and pulled Anthony into Lucifer’s passionate embrace; Lucifer’s tongue slid across his own, thrusting itself in and out of his mouth in delicious torment. Anthony moaned into Lucifer’s mouth and both were grinding against each other; both of their erections stroking each other in tandem; despite Anthony’s wet jeans.   

Gasping, Anthony leaned his face away – breathing heavy and hands fumbling for the zipper of his jeans. Lucifer left him to it, resting his own hands on Anthony’s waist and trailing kisses all the way down until he was kneeling and Anthony was kicking and pulling the last of his clothing off from around his ankles. Lucifer pulled Anthony with him; Lucifer laying himself so that he was stretched out on his back along the floor beside the altar and Anthony falling him down willingly.

Mouths and hands explored each other; Lucifer’s with firm confidence and Anthony’s with a clumsy eagerness. Slotted together, Lucifer and Anthony’s hips rolled and jutted – finding just the right angle and rhythm that brought them both pleasure.

“How do we…? How do I…?” Anthony suddenly wondered between pants.

“Just do what feels good.” Lucifer’s voice grated low in this throat; and his head and neck bent back in a wave of satisfaction.

“What would you…ah…” Anthony suddenly lost his train of thought; shuddering with a breathy and needful gasp and Lucifer began chuckling beneath him.

“You are asking what I might like?” Lucifer clarified.

“Yes…” Lucifer jutted his pelvis and Anthony groaned at the sensation. “I mean did you want to…do I need to move or turn around?”

“I do not wish to desecrate you, Anthony.”  

“I-I….ah, fuck…” Anthony was trembling; the tension building in him had already become too much.

“It’s alright, Anthony.”

Anthony was shaking his head. “I can’t- Oh, fuck, I’m going to-.”

“Then, come.” Lucifer told him, rocking his hips steadily so that his curved cock was sliding into Anthony’s at just the right angle – striking directly into that sweet bundle of nerves that lied underneath.

Everything tightened before Anthony was spilling out; cum spurting from the slot of his tip and spilling onto Lucifer.

Before Anthony could feel embarrassed; Lucifer had stilled his thrusting, pulling Anthony into him and holding him close. Anthony was sweating, shaking, feeling tired, and almost drifting lost into a warm and floating fog. Lucifer drug his hands and fingers through Anthony’s sweat-soaked hair, his face and nose nuzzling encouragingly into Anthony’s cheek. Anthony’s chest was rising and falling with heavy pants.

He had nearly caught his breath when a coolness passed through him; shuddering up his spine and lifting the air from his lungs. Lucifer’s grip tightened; keeping him steady.

“You felt it, then.”

“Yes.”  

“Then, you know that you are gone.”

“Yes.”

“Are you alright?”

“I-I’m not sure.”

“I can stay with you…if you’d like. There is still time.”

“How much time?”

“As much time as you will ever need.”

[pouralaura]

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hb @potatocrisp! a little zarraphael snack today for everybody yum yum

tags: semi-public teasing, dirty talk, stockings

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There are stageplays, sure; and then there's this, thinks Zarra with great distaste.

Baldur's Gate, as one of the largest and most famed cities on the Sword Coast, really ought to have a better avenue for community theatre -- because this lackluster rendition of Seven Swords Snarlclash certainly isn't cutting it. This bard is no stage actress, but she absolutely knows a poorly executed performance when she sees one. So far, at least two of the seven titular adventurers have forgotten lines, the costumes are terribly ill-fitting, and the musical numbers have been entirely off-key.

Raphael is reclined slightly in his seat next to her, an arm casually draped over the back of her chair. Zarra had said please more nicely than usual and batted her eyelashes at him this morning when they'd run into one another at the Elfsong for the third time that week; please let's get pastries and then there's a matinee performance of something-or-other happening in the park; fine, but you owe me, little mouse; how's about the best dick-sucking of your life, old man; why yes that will do nicely hells hells godsdamned hells just like that ahhh is this a broom closet?? ahh ffffuck, etc.

Despite the overwhelming success of the initial plea, it's not turned into a great date (if one could even call it a date, and neither of them will, so Zarra supposes the point is moot), but the little bard is far too proud to admit that this was a suggestion which she now regrets.

Which means...she'll have to suffer through it. But there are other things she can entertain herself with.

She presses her thigh more firmly against Raphael's. Nudges him. Surely he's not enjoying this any more than she is --

"What?" he hisses, but there's no real malice in it. "Pay attention."

"To this?"

"Are you not the one who insisted we support local art? And are you not the one who continues to do so incessantly, as a vocation?"

"Yeah, if it's good art."

"And precisely what about this charming production," Raphael whispers dryly, "does not meet that standard?"

She knows he's being sarcastic, but still she rolls her eyes and slouches in her seat, idly tracing a pattern on the devil's knee with her fingertips as she returns her attention to the stage.

But it's fleeting. She's bored, and they're in a fairly secluded spot near the back of the audience...and Raphael is warm, as always. Hot, even. It's distracting enough. What's the harm, thinks Zarra, and slides that fidgeting hand up her lover's thigh with a burgeoning grin --

-- only to find him fully and staggeringly erect beneath the quilted fabric of his trousers.

To his credit, he doesn't even flinch.

"Are you seriously hard right now?"

(It's not like it's too much of a surprise; when he's in the mood, the devil will unabashedly pop a boner if he catches a whiff of her hair, or if she sneezes a little weird. But, gods, it's funny each and every time. And arousing -- she'll never turn down a chance to be reminded of his dick. It's very nice.)

Zarra can't tell if his expression is a smirk or a sneer without turning to face him and drawing attention to them back here.

"If I'm to be honest, little mouse," Raphael murmurs in a hushed whisper, "this has been the state of things for some time."

Again -- predictable, but certainly not unwelcome. Most definitely more interesting than the theatrical debacle in front of them.

"How long, exactly?" Sugary-sweet, she's making fun of him. She knows he doesn't mind.

In fact, Zarra can almost hear him smile. Shivers when hot fingers worm themselves underneath the heavy fur collar of her coat to stroke her bare shoulder. Tit for tat, she supposes, leaving her hand exactly where it is in his lap as he shifts, tilting his face toward her temple so that she can feel his hot breath on her ear. Wily man, turning this situation into something he can use. Typical.

Not that she's complaining. The hot thrum of his voice always makes her feel pleasantly unsteady; it's a good thing she's sitting down.

"I find it difficult to concentrate on such a spectacle when I can feel the warm press of your thigh against mine." He leans into her further and she feels the maddening tickle of the tip of his elegant, crooked nose on her neck beneath her ear. "Impossible not to imagine lying betwixt them, spent and satisfied and smelling of sweet sex." His s's are elongated hisses now that he's deigned to play with her, punctuated prettily in his smooth low baritone.

"Oh?" Zarra breathes, fixing her eyes on the sorry twat currently delivering an overzealous monologue in the center of the stage as she brushes her thumb lightly over Raphael's clothed cock. "Do go on, darling."

"Watching your pretty little breasts heave as I drag my wicked tongue up the soft skin right here --" he rests two fingers on her inner thigh, just above the band of her stockings, and traces them upward a short distance. "Bite down, bruise you in dark blue, make you gasp for me, sweet mouse."

That's more like it.

"Mmmmm." She turns her head just enough that his stubbled jaw brushes against her cheek. Easy enough to imagine that same feeling in place of his fingers, considering how often he's in that position dining like a man starved. "Take your time, sly Mister Fox. I'll keep you in place until I'm finished with you."

She tightens her grip around the bulge of his erection. His breath hitches.

"Besides, you said this was after sex, yeah? So you've put plenty between my legs to keep that greedy mouth of yours busy, haven't you --"

The small pit orchestra seated below the stage begins playing (badly) as the next musical number starts, and it's a good fucking thing too because the little whine that spills from Raphael's lips against Zarra's neck is louder than appropriate.

Dangerous to tease him much further than this -- he'll be utterly wrecked in every way if she finishes him here -- but it's hard to resist. He drags his mouth along her cheek and turns forward, eyes on her stockings, toying with the band for a moment.

She grins.

"Before you ask: yes, I'll keep these on for you as long as you like."

She feels and hears the responding rumble of his purring groan, and he snaps the stocking band against her thigh lightly before creeping back up further and further towards the split hem of her skirt. Seeking fingertips dip underneath in pursuit of dampening lace, and this is the moment when Zarra decides to look up again --

"Shit," she hisses, elbowing Raphael in the ribcage. There's an usher coming up the aisle toward them, flushed in what's likely both embarrassment and anger. "Gotta go. We gotta go!"

There's a low, breathy chuckle in her ear, and a shadow passes over the two of them just so --

"Sir; ma'am -- we're going to have to ask you to --"

The darkness passes, and the usher blinks, confused. He could've sworn a man and a woman were in the middle of a shameless heavy petting session back here...

But the two bards are already back in Zarra's suite, and -- yes, now it's turning into a much more satisfying date.

(Again, not that they'd use that term.)

[rhithefella-sillytimes]

Officer Wong and Roderick - Sins of the Offspring

A young man rushed throughout the empty street, his vision only illuminated by the streetlights above and the occasional stray unknowingly guiding his way with their natural light. Sweat soaked his face, and his eyes darted around for anyone or anything to hold onto.

"Oh.... ffffuck, what have I gotten myself into? Wh-why is this happening? What's going on? Shhhhit I think they're gaining up on me.", the man muttered to himself, holding his belongings tight in a death grip. Was he being robbed? Was that it? He doesn't know, but one thing is for certain.

He has to get away from them.

He keeps on running, almost tripping on a pothole cover a few times. He looks behind him, only to be discomforted by the sight of the street being veiled by almost complete darkness. He looks forward again, trying to keep up his pace or even run faster.

This goes on for a minute, before he sees a person appear in his peripheral view.

Oh, thank Arceus. Maybe they can help him on this.

He flails his arms around, hoping he gets their attention.

"HEY!!! OVER HERE!!"

--

It was a tiring, yet fun night for Roderick. He was just headed home from yet another of Jeremy's house parties. Sure, he's probably fumbled the bag with talking to Rachel yet again, but it wasn't so bad. He had fun, and that's what mattered for him.

Honestly, a shame Kev went home early. He said it was because he was feeling sick or something. Oh, whatever. I'll probably ask him about it tomorrow. I'm starting to get sleepy-

He hears something from the distance. Was that... yelling? And from who? He looks back, seeing a young man running towards him at top speed. He couldn't recognize the person due to most of their features being obscured by the dark environment. The person was yelling something he couldn't understand, and was waving both of his arms at him.

Confused, Roderick walks over to the young man's direction, catching him firmly. "Hey, what the fuck's going on? Why are you calling me?"

The man didn't answer much, only panting and coughing as he tried to catch his breath. He mustered to speak a little, though. "W-we have to run... we need to..."

"Uh... uh huh okay?", Rod nods his head in confusion. "Look, just take your time and tell me what's going on with you.", he continues as he led them to a nearby street light so that he can see this person clearer.

As soon as they went under the nearest streetlamp, Rod steadied the hyperventilating man and held him by the shoulders. Under the light, he could finally see the stranger much clearer. On the plus side, the person didn't seem to be injured, albeit very dirty. And almost instantly, Roderick noticed two things. For one, the stranger's face is red, pale, and drenched in sweat as if he'd ran a mile. As for the second thing he noticed...

Wait, isn't this that one guy who went missing after he ran away from home? It was all over the news months ago! What was his name again... right, it was Pierce, wasn't it? What the fuck is he doing here?

The stranger, now identified as 'Pierce', managed to steady his breath enough to talk to Roderick. "I-I... I need to go. I can't be here, I just... I just can't! I have to run! I need to get away from them!"

Roderick tried to get Pierce to speak more clearly. "Run? Run from who? From wha-"

"GET HIM, HOLLY!"

Before he could finish the question, he is interrupted as a voice echoed from a distance. Something hits Roderick's face, and it felt like a spiky slap to the face. It was almost like a tree branch hit him. He falls backwards and lands on his back as his face is graced with a new scratch across his cheek. Afterwards, he could hear Pierce screaming.

"NO! NO! PLEASE..."

He sat up just in time to see Pierce getting ensnared by a thorny vine. Pierce desperately tried to struggle against the thorns, but it just seemed to make things worse as this made the briars dig in deeper, almost tearing into his skin. Roderick hurried with standing up again, leaning forward to help Pierce escape from the thorns and branches holding him tight. Before he could do anything significant in the help, however, he heard the voice again. This time, it was much closer.

"Good job, girl!"

As he heard the voice again, the realization hit him. He knows who it was. It's someone he's known his whole life. But to be sure, he turned his head around, looking over at the direction of the sound.

And he was right. It was her. Officer Adelaide Wong. His aunt, accompanied by her roserade companion.

But this woman... it was almost a huge contrast from what he's used to. There is an expression of almost pure wrath on her face, mixed with what he could assume is disgust. Her hair, normally tied into a neat bun, is now a much messier version of it. With the way the streetlamp's lights bounced off the silver streaks in her hair, it looked a lot like a twisted ornament of rage.

He... would almost assume this was a stranger, if it weren't for everything about her lining up with how he remembers her. The tone of her voice, as well as the fact that her roserade is called Holly.

Officer Wong walked up to the two, watching Pierce closely as he struggled against the thorned lasso she put him in. She was about to tell Holly something but she pauses, finally noticing the presence of the fire trainer.

"Oh, Roddy, you're here. Why aren't you home yet? You know, your parents might be looking for you around this time...", she says, her melodic voice slightly masking any hints of rage. She took a paper towel from her pocket, before handing it over to him. "Sorry for hitting your face, you were getting in the way. Here. Go wipe the blood off."

Roderick cringed as he accepted the towel, pressing it against his face. He wasn't fond of the nickname, especially not said in a singsongy way like how she said it.

"What the fuck is this all about? What's gotten into you? What's with all this...", he gestures wildly at the environment before continuing, "BULLSHIT!?"

The lady hummed, tilting her head a little. "Oh, you know... I'm dealing with the trash tonight.", she says before nudging the ensnared boy on the ground. Pierce lets out a shreik, and tried to move. This was met with an instant regret as the elegant yet painful barbs dug more into him.

Confusion turned into fear, as a pit formed in his stomach when he saw this. "What the fuck? Why are you doing that to him?"

"Didn't you hear me clearly? I'm taking out the trash.", Adelaide repeated, before continuing. "This... piece of trash has been stealing so many antiques as of late."

"Please, let me go...", Pierce sobbed. "I promise, I won't- I-I won't snitch..."

Rod was taken aback. He hasn't seen her act like this. Well, he's seen her tendency to go off in a calm rage, but not to this extent. "Auntie, please let him go. You don't have to go this far, do you?"

"I don't think I've gone far enough, actually. You see, his parents let him get away with all this theft. They should be punished too."

She then looks at Rod.

"But if it'll comfort you, I'm not gonna kill him. And I guess I won't be hurting his parents. Seeing their son like this would be enough."

"Wait, you shouldn't-" Rod was about to finish what he said when he suddenly felt her grab him, shoving him towards the scared man.

"A-am I going to?", Rod stammered, looking up at Adelaide.

"No, silly. Look.", she responded, pointing to his bag. "Just take it from him, so that he knows how it feels to get something important taken from him."

"B-b-but what if he has something he needs in there?"

"Just take it, Rod.", the woman commands.

The trainer gulped, before reaching out to Pierce's bag. The boy understandably struggled to hold it close to him, his arms locked in a death grip. Blood had started to seep through his sleeves, and he yelped in pain before letting go.

As Roderick successfully pried it away, his aunt reached forward, gesturing to him to pass it to her.

He hesitantly gave the bag, and Adelaide rummaged around. She pulled out an ornate item, a music box of sorts. She smirked, placing it in her own bag. She then dropped the boy's bag, it and its contents falling in a disturbing thud.

She commanded Holly to let Pierce go, and finally, the vines and thorns quickly retracted, releasing Pierce in an uncharacteristic gentle manner.

"You did good, dear. Now, go home. It's getting late.", the lady said, walking off with the roserade like nothing happened.

Roderick nods, but as soon as she left his line of sight, he quickly leaned towards Pierce again. He reached out to him, helping him up. There were faint scratches across Pierce's body, as if he'd had a fight with some particularly feisty cat. His eyes are red with tears, and he was clearly very shaken from the encounter.

Rod then looked down at the bag, picking it up and handing it over to him. "I'm... sorry for that. I didn't know."

Pierce says nothing as he grabs the bag, holding it tight to himself. He looked away from Rod, clearly now afraid of him.

Rod understands. Just merely moments ago, he was wrestling his bag from him, it was reasonable for him not to be trusted now. But... he still has to help him. Or at least try.

Roderick then rummaged through his pockets for something. He's always been somewhat prepared for whenever he gets in trouble himself, so he's got to have something on him now.

From within his pockets, he pulls out a roll of gauze.

Perfect.

He tries to offer to cover Pierce's wounds, but Pierce shakes his head. He still accepts the roll though, and he covered his forearms with them by himself.

He gives him a slight smile of gratitude, and Rod watches as he walks off, headed to the nearest bus stop. Hopefully, he goes home.

[shesinshambles]

Primavera Ch.2

I liked where Primavera was going so much that I decided to add a second part to it. I also put it up on my Ao3 if you want to read it there. NSFW under the cut!

Papa devours you, your entire body being consumed by his taste and his intoxicating scent. A few larkspur flowers tumble out of place, falling silently to the blanket, you pay them no mind. You’re whimpering into his mouth as his hands dig into your hips, pulling you against him harshly. You can feel his cock hardening against your stomach and a familiar heat begins to pool in your gut and between your legs. You’re malleable in his arms, melting into him as he licks and nips at your lower lip, groaning as he elicits more whimpers and soft sighs from you. The two of you break away for air, gasping for breath, the intensity and lust of it all make you lightheaded and you close your eyes.

“Sorella, look at me,” he rasps between ragged breaths. His hands move ceaselessly over you; he drags them down your waist and your hips, tracing over the curve of your backside and squeezing gently, committing you to his memory. You breathe shakily, cracking your eyes open to find him gazing at you, half-lidded and ravenous. He wets his lips before speaking again. “You tell me if you want to stop?” You swallowed. If you were being entirely honest with yourself this was something you had been waiting for a long time now. Every glance, every smile, every time Terzo winked at you or leaned over the greenhouse counters, his chin resting in his hand as his eyes followed your movements, you had wanted something more. And he had you now, he wanted you, and you were open and pliant. No, you never wanted this to stop. And you shook your head vigorously, placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him into another fervent kiss, dragging your teeth down and pulling gently on his plump lower lip; he groans and his eyes flutter shut; you feel his cock twitch in his pants.

“No,” you whisper. “I want you, Papa.” His green eye darkens and with a low growl he bites his way down the column of your neck, pausing to sink his teeth deep and suckle on the skin where your neck and shoulder meet. You moan loudly, hands scrabbling at his shirt collar, clawing at his chest as the harmony of pleasure and pain pulses in your cunt. Thank Satan you had gone farther out to the edge of the forest today. There were no other souls around; only you, your Papa, and the sounds of the woods coming to life. You could be as loud as you pleased. He pulls back and the wound seethes a little as the cool spring breeze ghosts across it. It would be sore later but right now you didn’t care. He presses gentle kisses to your collarbones, his mouth trailing to lay kisses on your cleavage, a hand kneading your breast through the linen. You arch your back into the gentle touch.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you Tesoro,” he whispers into your chest, and your hands come up to his scalp, running your fingers through his raven locks. You sigh, partly in pleasure, partly in disbelief that you have the most powerful man in the clergy on his knees, worshipping you like a goddess. Like the goddess he believes you to be.

“Well, you have me.” He looks up at you with a hunger so fierce and primal in his eyes, a grin that’s all razor sharp teeth. Were they always that sharp? You find yourself thinking. And before you can say anything else Papa crushes his mouth to yours again, all tongue and teeth and you taste the iron of your blood as your tongue across his. He’s tugging at the straps of your dress, pushing them down your shoulders and pulling back slightly, he growls against your lips

“Take. This. Off.” Your hands fly to side zipper, frantically pulling it down as Terzo yanks at the bodice of your dress, leaving wet kisses on every inch of newly exposed flesh. You rut your hips against his cock, it’s rock hard and straining against his trousers and he pauses, groaning at your ministrations. “Ffffuck, Cara.” He takes hold of the hem of your dress, running his hands up your thighs as pulls the fabric up, your arms raising instinctively as he tosses it over your head to the edge of the blanket, leaving you in only your bra and panties. You shiver as the cool breeze kisses your burning flesh causing you to lean in the man in front of you who is still infuriatingly fully dressed. Terzo tucks you into his chest, and in a moment of tenderness kisses the top of your head, breathing in the delicate scent of your lavender shampoo. “You are so beautiful Cara Mia. So, so beautiful.” You sigh tilting your head back and kissing his jaw. His eyes flutter shut, and he sighs heavily as you slowly unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

Your hands roam across his chest, taking delight in the ripples of his slender frame, the sparse hairs smattered across his chest and stomach as you run your hands over him, following the happy trail past his navel down underneath the waist of his trousers. You bite your lip as Terzo’s breath hitches, watching you with mouth agape while you yank the fly down to cup his erection, rubbing gently and feeling his precum seep through the fabric. He hisses, unclasping your bra and yanking it off your arms, leaving it in the growing pile of discarded clothing. His mouth latches onto a nipple, rolling it gently between his teeth and you keen, arching your back as your hand stutters to a halt against his cock.

“Does that feel good Bella?” He looks up at you, a deviously playful smile on his lips. You can only nod as another moan creeps its way out of your throat as you feel a finger rub small, lazy circles against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. You whine, feeling the pressure already building up within you. “So wet for your Papa” he purrs. Your legs shake with the effort of holding yourself up and noticing, Terzo grabs onto your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip as ruts into you, slowly and gently pushing you back.

“T-Terzo” you whimper as he lowers you down to the blanket, your loose hair cascading around you. The flowers and twists are a little uncomfortable on the back of your head, and surely they’ll be squished, but as Terzo presses into you trailing white hot kisses down your sternum to the edge of your panties, the state of the flowers is furthest from your mind. You moan softly, fingers gripping roughly at his hair. “Terzo,” you whine, squirming a little as he passes over your cunt to pepper your inner thighs with kisses.

“What.” A nip. “Is it?” Another kiss. “My Flora?” He sinks his teeth into your supple flesh and the tension building inside you rises tenfold, your back arching off the ground as your thighs quiver in pleasure. Your skin feels like its ablaze against the cool air and you feel your hairs rise as goosebumps form all over. “Tell me,” he purrs. “Tell your Papa what you need” You huff in frustration, pulling his hair and guiding him to your cunt, you’ve soaked through your underwear at this point and he nestles his nose at the apex of your legs, breathing in the heady scent of your arousal.

“N-need you, Papa. Please.” He chuckles darkly, fingers curling under the waistband of your panties. He gives you a wolfish grin as he finally tugs them down, sliding them all the way down your legs and off ankles, tossing them into the meadow. It sinks in now how exposed you are, completely naked out in the open, the realization sends another rush of tingles to your cunt, and you rock your hips up into the hair, groaning at the lack of friction. Terzo has sat back on his knees, and is now staring at you, eyes focused, chest heaving. He’s pulled his cock out of his underwear, stroking down his length with deliberate and languid movements. Your mouth waters as you take in his length and thickness, more precum leaking out as he thumbs over the head. His eyes have not left your body, and he licks his lips before speaking.

“You are so beautiful Cara mia,” Terzo rasps out shakily, his breaths coming out in little puffs. “So, So, beautiful. Mia dea.” Finally he leans forwards his head coming to nestle between your thighs. You all but scream as he licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt, circling your clit with your tongue. “Mmm, you taste so good Cara,” he groans around you. You fist the blankets tightly in your hands and grunt as he laps at you in earnest. Small breathy oh’s escape your lips as you rock yourself into his mouth, and while Terzo does well to follow your hips, he slides your legs over his shoulders, locking you in place as he grips into your thighs.

“Fffffffuck! Terzo!” You gasp as you feel yourself teeter over the edge of your arousal, crashing down over the precipice and Terzo slides two fingers into your dripping cunt, giving you something to clench around as you whimper and keen through your climax. You fall back heavily onto the blanket, breathless and blissed out.

Papa sucks his two fingers into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering in pure lust and you moan, suddenly feeling empty. His tongue hadn’t quenched the thirst entirely and you craved more. More of him. His scent melding with yours as he bore down onto you. It was too much and not enough all at once. His eyes locked with yours, Terzo shucks off his pants and underwear and crawls over your body, hissing as he guided his cock along your entrance.

“Lord below, I need your sweet little cunt around me.”

“Fuck me Papa,” you gasp. “Please.” He grins devilishly and lined himself up at your entrance.

“As my goddess wishes.” And he thrust himself in to the hilt, the two of you letting out a deep moan as he filled you so deliciously. He groaned, his face coming to nuzzle into the crook of your neck as he pulled out nearly all the way before pushing himself in again. Your hands grasped desperately at his back, digging your nails into his shoulders as he set a steady rhythm, peppering kisses on your jaw and cheeks. 

“Oh!” You gasp, feeling him slide against the sweet spot inside you.

“There?” he whispered, and you nod enthusiastically, keening as he readjusts his angle so the head of his thick cock presses into it insistently. You found yourself rocking your hips in rhythm with his and your legs came to wrap around his back, pushing him deeper inside of you. He growled at the sensation and began snapping his hips harshly into yours. You cried out, his thrusts sending shocks through your body. You dig your heels into the small of his back.

“Harder Papa!” You cry and he snarls, grabbing your wrists and slamming them above your head, pinning you down to the blanketed ground.

“Such a slut for your Papa,” he spat as he rocked into you with slow, pointed thrusts, pushing you further and further up the blanket. “You take my cock so well, Cara,” he groans.

“Love your cock,” you whine. “Fuck, Papa.” He pulls out of you completely, and before you have time to protest, he flips you onto your stomach as if you weighed nothing at all, yanking your hips back until you get the message and prop yourself up on your knees and forearms. He thrusts into you with no warning, and you cry out clawing at the blanket as he sets a brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” he babbles. “So pretty on my cock, Cara. So.” He emphasizes it with a thrust that punches into your g-spot. “Fucking. Pretty.” You feel yourself tumbling over the crest again as he slams his hips into the meat of your ass, making the lewdest of sounds, as slides over and over against your sweet spot.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Papa!” You cry, your cunt clenching around his heavy cock in your second orgasm. Your arms shake with fatigue and you drop your head to the ground, moaning into the blanket as Terzo, with a few more stuttering thrusts, follows you over the edge, emptying himself inside you. You feel his cock kick and you sigh gently as his hips twitch slowly, his chest pressing into your back, spent.

You lie like this for awhile as you both come down from your highs. Once his breath evens out, Terzo slides out of you and you moan at the loss of his cock, his arms pulling you down with him as he lays on his back, your head coming to rest on his chest. The sheen of sweat enveloping your body meets the cool air and you shiver against it. Noticing, he grabs the edge of the blanket and awkwardly tosses it around you, wrapping you tightly in your arms.

Things are blissfully quiet. The Spring sun beaming down on you, your face nuzzled into Terzo’s chest. You smell yourself on him, and the thought makes your heart flutter. He runs his fingers idly through your loose golden curls, pressing chaste kisses to the top of your head.

“How are the flowers?” Terzo snorts.

“Completely ruined, Tesoro.” You hum, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“And?” He lazily quirked an eyebrow at you, you smiled. He looked so perfect, his paint smudged and worn in some places. It had held up quite nicely to your surprise.

“And what?” he yawned.

“Am I still your bella dea?” He smiled, squeezing you tightly into his chest.

“Always, Cara.”

[seraphvie]

Artemis returned home and cloistered himself in his office. Once the door was shut behind him, he tried to vent his current frustrations in a healthy way. But once he started letting it out, it burst like rushing water from a broken dam.

“...Ffff-FFFFUCK!!!”

“Jesus bleeding Christ in a barrel. Duke, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?“

How familiar those words sounded. All the memories of lecturing his scion came back, tearing-out the stitches binding old wounds shut. But this new revelation was far worse than the last straw. There was so much more at stake---more than Artemis’ reputation, his political dealings or his worst enemies combined.

Somehow, Duke came into possession of something no one should ever have: a powerful weapon that Artemis and the Conclave spent nearly three centuries trying to find. Even in the hands of a Grinvoe, the ancient evil within that royal heirloom still corrupted and maddened them. Far stronger and wiser beings struggled to contain this evil in the first place, but now it belonged to the most impulsive and reckless person he ever knew.

Questions flooded into Artemis’ mind and seemed to taunt him. How did Duke find it? Where had it been? Why didn’t any of his people find it? Was there someplace they didn’t look? Did some human find it? How many hands did it pass through before finding Duke? Was Duke sharing it with his co-ruler or did she take it from him?

He wondered how long the Anger Cane had been affecting this new Duchess. Vampire or not, Missi held that ancestral relic closer and tighter than a frightened mother would hold her own child. She barely tolerated Artemis’ presence, hissing and flashing her teeth like a cornered animal. She was going mad and the Duke’s chances looked no better. He feared for the worst.

The single most damning piece of evidence came from the primordial entity trapped within the cane: it warped Missi’s shadow into the shape of a toothy grin. Desmodus---the Spirit of Anger, the most volatile of the Five Grief Demons---recognized Artemis and mocked him with a smile he could never forget. It hid in plain sight, knowing Artemis wouldn’t retaliate.

Desmodus told Artemis what was needed to break its prison. As a young man free from his parents’ influence, the heir of Grinvoe considered the demon’s offer: to surrender his soul in exchange for lifting the vampire curse. What sort of honeyed words and false promises was Des whispering into their ears? Had Duke or Missi already accepted a deal? How truly far-gone were they now?

None of this could be allowed to stand. An unbound and vengeful spirit wreaking havoc on the world was nothing short of apocalyptic. At least two of Des’ counterparts---Denial and Bargaining---were planning their own escape. But in Artemis’ mind, Anger was the worst of their kind. From what his people did find in their desperate searches, Anger’s deeds were the most destructive of them all.

Artemis leaned over his desk and tried to think of a solution: one that was comparatively more likely to succeed and less costly. Citing his lineage and demanding Anger’s return would confirm every suspicion Duke and Missi had, almost certainly resulting in a fight to the death. He may have the benefit of experience over them both, but Anger was their ally. Taking them alone wasn’t a viable option.

However, Artemis had allies of his own. He spent decades creating a solid foundation for vampire covens to collaborate and the Conclave he helped run was the strongest it had ever been. Finding Anger was already their mutual goal and the Scion could return to Grinvoe Castle with an army at his back. But this was by far the most unsubtle plan and even if they won the battle without interference from human civilization, they’d be putting a giant target on their backs and sacrifice centuries of secrecy.

But Artemis doubted whether the Conclave would hold together once Anger was recovered. Coven leaders argued whether Anger should be locked away forever or destroyed, though they agreed to hold debates until Anger’s recovery. Yet the appeal of Anger’s power---both physical and social---could turn brothers against each other. Civil war over a possessed bauble was the last thing Artemis wanted.

What could be done?

[burning-fcols]

「 ☆ 」 Every touch from Stolas drives Blitz closer to the edge of hazed ecstasy, problems actually at risk of being overlooked so long as he can keep feeling the owl's throat around him... His hand upon him... His words gingerly breathed into a desperate and eager ear, carrying with them all the affection Blitz had been starved of for the past few months. Reaffirmations of how despite all the SHIT he's put Stolas through, the Prince still wants him as much as ever. Wanted him even during THAT night, when Blitz had been certain he was being tossed aside... When it had felt like such happened, despite the prior confession still ringing in his ears.

He made it difficult for Stolas to say no. Messy and tenuous as his position may be, he's still Stolas's favorite. Anyone else nothing but a cheap attempt at replacement... Better options doomed to second-place, so long as they have to contend with the irrational draw Stolas has toward him. It's invigorating as it is nauesating, Blitz disgusted by the way it entices purrs from deep within his chest. Rumbling and rubbing against the top of Stolas's head as the owl decorates his neck, reminiscent of an affectionate feline laying claim. Discreetly spreading his scent on Stolas through nuzzling, as Imps are prone to do when in the company of their mate.

And then Stolas mentions that fucker.

Moans are abruptly cut-off by the idea of Stolas falling prey to the charms of the bird-stealing cock-blocker, growls quick to take their place. Blood boils with such a rush it threatens to make him dizzy from the force of it bubbling into his face, painting scarlet an even deeper shade of anger. Snarling with the vigor of someone who would gladly shoot the man again— now with INTENT rather than in a rush of non-thinking irritation —grip on headfeathers grows harsh, Blitz giving them a small tug without realizing it. Does he have any right to be pissed?

No. Not at all... Is even anger a welcome distraction from the guilt that threatens to devour him from the inside should he dwell on it? Unfortunately, in this moment— Yes. Besides, Blitz has a feeling that's what Stolas was aiming for. He knows his Prince, just as intimately as the other man knows him.

❝ This throat is mine. ❞ He spats with a firm snap of his hips, intending to force his cock down as deep as it'll go. He waits for a breath, checking to make sure Stolas is alright before continuing, ❝ NO ONE else gets to feel it. ❞ Certainly not some hunky, probably emotionally-stable fuckboys who haven't worked for it. Thrusting down Stolas's throat as if it's his personal flesh-light, movements are instinctive and erratic. More focused on proving his point than following a rhythm. Aware Stolas is giving him the opportunity to cum— wants him to —and fixated on reaching that peak, as a way of proving... something to Stolas. He's not sure what.

❝ Your throat is for MY fuckin' dick. Your mouth is to mark MY body. Your tongue gets shoved down MY throat. ❞ Blitz grunts, breathing labored as he clumsily hurls himself closer and closer to release. ❝ And— And after I blast my load... Daddy's dick is gonna fuck MY little ass... O-Only me.... Only ME. ❞ Eyes shut with a grimace as he teeters on the edge, final statement more of a whine than a growl. He's pathetic. Internally cursing, he holds himself back with a full-body shudder, warning the owl nestled between his legs, ❝ Ffffuck... I'm gonna cum. ❞

His barbs aren't exactly dangerous... They won't kill someone if they latch on while he orgasms. But they pose risk of irritating or scratching a throat. Not exactly pleasant. Not a discomfort he wants to force onto Stolas atop of everything else. So he hisses a warning, giving his partner time to decide whether he's going to stay or go— before Blitz climaxes hard with a cry... and a whimper of Stolas's name as the crashing waves of orgasm fade, eyes blearily opening while he catches his breath. 「 ☆ 」

Oh how he missed this. It was true he did want their relationship to mean something. To get more serious and romantic but at the same time they hadn't been intimate in months and he could understand to a certain extent why his love confession that thrown the imp for a loop. He seemed so excited to bone too. He even got a fair amount of sex toys for them both to enjoy. It was sweet thoughtful.

It was so hard saying no to him because of that. He looked oh so endearing. His impish little plaything. The owl moaned loudly as he continued sucking the man off. Taking the smaller demon's thick red hot cock down his throat with seemingly little issues. No gag reflex to be seen and blitz definitely knew that little fact by now.

He slowly pulled off his member. Stroking it with his hand as he whispered into his ear. "I missed this so much blitzy. Daddy missed you so much. Do you know how hard it was to say no to you that night? You managed to rile me up quite a bit you little minx. Daddy's favorite little plaything. You always did have the best reactions." He went on to comment. Pressing hot kisses and bites along his neck before lowering his head in between his thighs once more.

"Just think if you hadn't stopped me so quickly I would be sucking on that fucker's meat instead of yours." He was being a little catty and a little bitchy but he thought he earned this right with how the two have been fighting. Besides he thought the imp feeling some possessiveness and jealousy would only make this encounter that much hotter.

Once again taking him down his throat he used it as a sex toy for the man's enjoyment. Taking his dick so hard down it that the imp was sure to cum buckets. He wanted to get atleast one orgasm out of him before even slipping his own dick inside him.

[bluecloudious]

Kinda angst I guess (but it has Zanaz so take that with a grain of salt)

Trying out writing a story this time.

I mean, yeah, I wrote for the comics, but not long dialog.

So yea, as per both the funni boys mature content warning. (There's no canoodling, there is talk of it tho.)

Also there's quite a bit of text (8 pages worth on Word)

So ye:

“Get up, I have some juicy gossip for you.”

...What?

I open my eyes and the world around me is blinding. It’s so bright that it takes a second to adjust to it. There’s nothing around me other than vast white and empty space.

This definitely isn’t Nevada anymore. (Unless Hank managed to ruin everything even further somehow.)

“Get up now, I know you heard me.”

I get up and look around. Who the hell is talking? There’s literally nothing but white for miles.

“I’m in your head, pretty boy.”

Uh, that…

“I’m holding my eyes closed, don’t worry. I regret ever having them open in here, in fact.”

Welp, that answers that. Now for the other question.

“Who I am is not important. What info I have, may be of interest, though.”

Alright?

“There’s a deal attached to this knowledge, Zanaz. Hear me out before you start fidgeting.”

I’ll sure try.

“You know Kits, right?”

No duh, he’s my best friend.

“Excellent. He’s going to die soon.”

…

What?! Wha, when, how, uh--

“Calm down, jitterbug. There’s nothing you can do to stop his fate, so don’t try. If he doesn’t die one way, another thing will go wrong. Understand?”

I-- NO! What the fuck?! Are you gonna kill him?!

“No, not me. I’m just sharing the news.”

Yeah, right, sure. Fucking… When then?

“Soon.”

How soon? In a month, week or a few days?

“Hm… A month then, give or take.”

...Fuck… How?

“Depends on what leads up to it.”

So, there are a lot of different ways it can happen, right?

“Indeed there are.”

...Do I die with him?

“No.”

NO?! In none of the different variations, I don’t die by his side?

“Oh, you can be by his side, of course. But death isn’t after you.”

What if I try to block a bullet, but it goes through both of us.

“Oddly specific. You’ll still survive.”

What if I block it with my head?!

“Brain damage, possible vegetable state. Will still survive though.”

What if Hank slices us with one of his multiple katanas?!

“People have lived through being sliced in half before.”

WHAT.

“This world has zombie clowns with god like powers and the AAHW is lead by a man consisting of black fire.”

...Ugh, fair enough. So… Wait those are all possible deaths for him?

“If you do everything in your power for it to happen, then yes.”

I… I can kill him before his time?

“Of course! You have free will, don’t you? It’s more of a question if you want to.”

Of course I fucking don’t! I care about him!

“I saw. You daydream about him an uncomfortable amount.”

He’s the main person I’m around, give me a break!

“Have you ever considered not being horny?”

Until I’m castrated, there’ll be nothing of the sorts.

“You’re not even fertile! None of the clones are!”

You think I’m tryna get anyone pregnant at this sausage fest? Besides, that has not stopped me before.

“I refuse to believe that any of those scenes I saw play out in your head happened for real.”

You’d be surprised then.

“WHICH?!?”

Those are for me to treasure.

“...You’re pulling my leg.”

Believe what you want.

“Augh, never mind, TMI. Back onto the topic at hand.”

Oh, yeah, right. Kit… Dying…

Could you for real not give me a date?

“If it depends on the circumstances beforehand, then there’s no possible way to tell which one belongs to this timeline.”

And that means…?

“I don’t know how this Kits dies.”

Can I at least warn him?

“Well, there’s where the other side of the deal comes in. If you tell him, then the effect kicks in immediately.”

What effect? Death?

“Precisely.”

...Ah. Wait, so if I don’t tell him, he dies in a month but if I do, he dies immediately? Of what?

“Stroke, heart attack or brain aneurysm. Chosen at random. Oh, also sneak assassination. That’s also a valid option.”

...This feels set up.

“Mh?”

This feels like either you or whoever sent you here set this up so I’d suffer. You enjoy the pain of others, don’t you?

“I’m only the messen--”

Yeah, yeah, Messenger Bullshit. Then whoever decided this is probably a reality tv producer, who is jacking off to someone pushing in the soft part of a baby’s skull as we speak. You encourage such behaviour by working with them, ya know.

“...Do you think you sound smart?”

I know for a fact I’m not, so no. I’m pretty sure I’m on the money with this one though.

“If I wasn’t here then Kits’ death would come as a surprise to you though!”

I’d prefer that, actually! Now I have to deal with knowing that he… He… Won’t be here anymore soon.

“Well, knowing how overwhelmingly perverted you are, wouldn’t you wanna grab this opportunity?”

...What?

“Shoot your shot, ask him out. Not like you could do it with a corpse… …Right…?”

I may be horny, but I’m not messed up.

“Had to make sure.”

Ugh, you’re just making fun of me, aren’t you?

“Which instance are you referring to?”

Kit would never date me.

“And why exactly do you think that?”

He has standards?

“You’re a decently handsome fellow. You also get along with him just fine.”

That… That’s not a determinant of shit like that. There’s way better out there for him.

“He won’t meet em then. Only a month to live, remember?”

I… It’s not worth it.

“What isn’t?”

I know he’ll say no, there’s no point in trying.

“How do you know for sure until you actually ask?”

Cause it’s obvious! He’s actually got a brain in his noggin and he knows me way too well! He’d be fucking disgusted, man! We’re just friends and that’s that.

“Do you not want to then?”

...Why do you assume I do? How do you know that those aren’t just blissful fantasies like the rest of them?

“He’s the only one that you dream of in a non-perverted way. I see no other person in this graphic landscape that you want to hold hands with. (Also, I am closing my eyes again now, Jebus Christoff.)”

...Ffffuck.

“Well, did hit the nail on the head?”

Y-You’re stupid and gay!

“I’m rubber, you’re glue.”

That doesn’t affect me, I’m already openly gay and stupid!

“I guess we’re both such then.”

Dammit.

“So, you gonna give him a month to remember or not?”

…Eh?

“Come on, how much romance could a member of the A.A.H.W. really experience throughout their lifetime? If you’d make this month worth his and your own time, perhaps it would be less painful to see him go? At least he died happy?”

THAT WOULD BE EXTRA PAINFUL FOR ME, THOUGH!

“Oop, Zanaz selfish, you heard it here first, folks.”

That’s not what I meant. I’d already be upset over losing my best friend, imagine how fucking devastating losing a sweetheart would be.

“…I dunno, still sounds selfish to me. Does his happiness not mean anything to you?”

Who says he’d be happy with me?

“I know you want to make him happy, at least. You dream about his smile.”

STOP FUCKING LOOKING THOUGH MY THOUGHTS!!

“I’m not looking anymore, I just memorized the ones I already saw. (I wish I couldn’t.)”

I- You- Fucking-- UggHHH! It’s not worth it!

“What exactly do you imagine will happen if you tell him how you feel, huh? World combusts?”

I already told you, he already knows way too much about me! He’d be fucking grossed out and we’ll… We’ll stop being friends.

He’d quicken his pace whenever we’d have to pass each other in one of the halls. He’d desperately keep his glance away from me. He’d… I’d stop being the main person he talks and comes to company for a-and I can’t fucking have that, man!

I-I wouldn’t be able to handle it. He means too much to me.

“…I had no idea you were this insecure.”

FUCK OFF! It’s a bitter reality that I’ve come to accept!

“You haven’t even given it a shot!”

You don’t need to get crushed by a piano to know you’d die on impact!

“Those two things don’t correlate even remotely!”

It’s a metaphor!

“I know that, I’m saying that Kits has a thing for you too!”

…He what?

“He has major league crush on you! The things you say when play-flirting excite him! He’s gotten off to the thought of you touching him up! The works! (Why did I word it like that?)”

Whuh-- How the fuck do you know this??

“While you were monologuing, I visited his subconscious and confirmed it for myself.”

You can do that??

“You don’t even know my name.”

...Fair nuff. So, wait, he’s actually gotten off thinking about me?

“I don’t even need to open my eyes to already know you’re imagining it. Short answer, yes. He’s into you, Zanaz.”

Augh, I dunno what to do with this info. It’s kinda... Overwhelming in a way.

Actually, wait, how do I know you haven’t been lying to me this whole time?

“I’m an incorporeal voice in your head that’s having a back and forth with you in a white void.”

Yeah, and?

“…I’m supernatural?”

Yeah, and?

“Come on! I just know, okay?!”

Sounds fake, not gonna lie.

“The part where I knew that Kits was gonna die was convincing, but the moment I mention that he might have a thing for you, you question the validity of my claims thus far??”

One sounds way more far-fetched than the other, you gotta admit.

“NO IT DOESN’T?!?!”

For you maybe! I’ve known him since I’ve been out the cloning tube! We became agents together! I think I’d know what kinda stuff is off the table for him, buddy.

“Well, not only are you wrong, you’re in denial.”

I am not!

“Then try it! Just attempt asking him out! In the very least, you’ll remain friends after. I promise you. Cross my heart and all that jazz.”

…

…You’re absolutely positive? You are also the person that told me he’d die in a month’s time.

“A hundred percent positive. I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You have a life?

“Unfortunately. So, you’ll do it?”

Why’re you so adamant about me fucking Kits?

“Affgdgfdgfg, it’s not about you fucking him, it’s you making his last living month worthwhile!”

Okay, so, why do you want me to do that?

“…Do you not??”

I mean, I guess that sounds worth my time. But you didn’t answer my question.

“Sorry for assuming that you want the person you’re madly in love with to be happy, I guess??”

Apology accepted. Now, how do I get outta here?

“Ugh, just wake up.”

Whu--

And I’m sitting up in my own mat, back at the facility. The clock shows that it’s early morning.

What the fuck do I make of what I just saw? Or heard, for that matter? It clearly wasn’t a normal dream, I never remember those. Plus the topic tends to blur together usually.

I gotta tell-- Wait, I can’t do that, fuck.

…

It’s way to early for shit like this, man!!

Augh…

[anothermcytblog]

do not ask why i made this but here is the entire transcript of “Wilbur talking about eating Sand for 14 minutes...” I wrote in two hours for no reason other then boredom.

Phil, farming sand in minecraft: -it is similar to how the 0 tick farms work where it pushes pistons underneath and on top. 

Wilbur, donating with Text To Speech: Phil have you ever eaten sand? 

Phil, laughing: No. I don't think I have. I might have when I was a kid I guess. Why Wilbur? Whas- wuah wuh wuh What is this? 

TTS Wilbur: Could eat the sand. 

Phil, silent for a second: 

Phil: I could the...

Phil: 

Phil: I could? 

TTS Wilbur: Might be faster. 

Phil, laughing again: Inhaled sand. Okay. Into my body, then what? I need to place it dude, what do you mean? I'm just gonna shit out bricks. I'm just gonna shit out- I'm just gonna shit out sandstone is that it? 

TTS Wilbur: Then you put sand somewhere better. 

Phil, wheezily chuckling: Wil I have- I have actually no idea where you are going with this. I'm legit just as confused as some people in chat. I don't- *laughing* 

TTS Wilbur: Well if the sand is somewhere better then it's not in your way anymore. 

Phil: You okay WIl? You alright mate? We were playing Civ for a long time last night. Are you okay mate? You’re not gonna start worrying me are you? We’re pretty close to each other. 

TTS Wilbur: Yeah I’m fine. If you eat the sand and move it then you won’t have to keep shoveling it. 

Phil, sighing like a disappointed dad: Brilliant. Chat I don’t know he’s gone off the- he’s gone off *gasp* Oh my fucking god dude he was so quiet. That is a threat they make no noise when they’re on lava. Jesus. I was like “What’s hit me!?” It was like a single hit that made me think it was a player or something cause it was silent. I was just like- there was no noise. Okay dually noted, magma cubes don’t make any noise on lava. 

TTS Wilbur: Magma cubes are boring Phil. Let’s talk about eating sand again. 

Phil, laughing: Wil have you- have you ate sand is this what you are talking about *hears a ghast* fucking hell. 

TTS Wilbur: Yes I have. 

Phil, softly: What is this conversation… *Normal tone* Was it nice? 

TTS Wilbur: It gets between your teeth and is fun to crunch in the car ride home. 

[ Phil, grossed out and letting out various forms of Nope and nooo in funny tones of voice ]

Phil: Ooohhh that was a horrible vision. That was a horrible visual. You had a strange childhood Wilbur I’m just gonna say it wasn’t my fault though. *Laughing* Did you just pocket sand and start going- *mimickings eating sand* 

TTS Wilbur: Then when I get home I put it in my mouse. I successfully move the sand. 

[ Phil sighs disappointedly ] 

Phil: Chat I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil. 

TTS Wilbur: I would sometimes put it in my pockets too yes. 

Phil: I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil he’s a lost cause chat. Genuinely worried for my dude. It’s not five head. 

TTS Wilbur: This wasn’t in my childhood, Phil. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ for a solid like, seven seconds]

Phil: Wil when I come to visit you, uhhh, later this year we’re going to have talks about this. We’re going to have talks, son.

TTS Wilbur: Why? 

Phil: Stop eating sand son. *Laughing* It’s not good for you. 

TTS Wilbur: What’s in it that’s bad for me? 

Phil: It is literal rocks! *Sighing* Oohh I can’t. Chattt. Tell him pleaaase. 

TTS Wilbur: So is salt. 

Phil: Oooohhh I knew he was gonna pull some weird sh- I fucking knew- *chuckling* Not the same dude. *Laughing* Not edible. Please he does not have a point do not give him any sort of leeway here chat. 

TTS Wilbur: Please enlighten me on what makes salt edible and sand inedible. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 2 electric boogalo]

A TTS Donation: Human biology college major here. I do not recommend eating sand. 

Phil, cackling: Ohh… god. 

TTS Wilbur: Why not? 

Phil: Wil does sand- does sand dissolve in water Wil? I don’t think it does, does it? 

TTS Wilbur: Any further questions? Or have I persuaded you? 

[ Phil Laughs ]

A different TTS Donation: Now I know why Wilbur’s humor is so dry. It’s from all the sand he’s been eating.

Phil, losing his mind laughing: Ohhhh- *cackles* Nice Trixtin.  

TTS Wilbur: So we’re relying that sand isn’t contaminated with dog piss or something. Sand physically can not harm you if you eat it. It’s fun to chew like chewing blades of grass in fields. A simple pastime. No nutritional value like salt. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 3: Batman returns ]

Phil: A simp-

[ Notification that Niachu is raiding ]

Phil, laughing and losing his mind: I didn’t even get to finish my sentence I just said “A simp” and then Niachu shows up with a raid. Niachu get your man, he’s fucking being weird. Thank you so much for the raid. *Laughing*

A different TTS Donation: Chewing sand is basically inviting fiberglass into your system. 

Phil: Yes- uh Nikki, Wil is boasting about eating sand and saying that there is nothing wrong with it. 

TTS Wilbur: I invite fiberglass into my system. Formally. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 4: This time it’s personal ]

Phil: He’s lost dude. Oh nooo *chuckles*  

TTS Wilbur: My teeth grow perpetually like a hamster. Akin to a hamster I must chew sand so the teeth don’t puncture my skull and kill me. 

Phil, laughing: WHAT?! Bro you’re on some fucking shit what the fuck am I hearing? 

TTS Wilbur: It’s quite similar to the taste of pretzels. 

Phil, sighing but trying not to laugh: You need to stop- You need to stop conca- *wheezing* You need to stop comparing sand to food. He has infinite text to speech chat. I’m giving- I’m applying- I’m giving him a platform of 5.8 thousand. Dude, dangerous information he is spreading. This is the thing right chat? This is not- This is not Wil on any sort of drug at all- this is Wils natural state. Sometimes he just does this. 

TTS Wilbur: Chat. Say 1 if you’re gonna go and try some sand now. Say 2 if you aren’t and also hate anyone who looks different to you. 

Phil: Ohh my god you did not just- just rig the vote dude. You just fucking rigged the vote. *Laughing* Wil, do you just want to get on a call and discuss this? 

Phil, presumably after calling Wilbur on discord: Explain yourself. 

Phil, after a moment of silence: Guys he’s silent I’m scared. *laughing*

TTS Wilbur: Oh fuck wait. 

[ Phil, losing his mind ]

Wilbur, now on call and verbally talking: No I’d like to know- I’d like to- I’d like to genuinely know what’s wrong with what I’m saying. 

Phil: What is wrong with eating sand? 

Wilbur: Yeah. 

Phil: Bro it’s sand.

Wilbur: Well actually I’m not saying chewing- I’m not actually swallowing the sand I’m pretty sure. Might be a couple you know? Might be doin’ a couple of swallows… but. 

[ Phil laughs but in the disappointed dad kind of way ] 

Wilbur: Like you know you chew plastic pen caps. Probably something wrong about that but no one gets angry at you for doing that. As long as the sand is clean I don’t see anything wrong with chewing on some sand. Maybe you’ll swallow some as well you know it’s not- it’s not my business. 

Phil: It’s gonna ffffuck up your teeth what do you mean? 

Wilbur: What do you mean fuck up- so is chewing pen lids. 

Phil: That is nothing compared to sand!

Wilbur: Have you ever had a pretzel, Phil? 

Phil, laughing: Shut the fuck up. Yes. 

Wilbur: Nonono listen, yeah so you know- have you ever bitten the salt off of the pretzel? Have you ever done that?

Phil: Not really no. 

Wilbur: Oh. Well you can do that. Would that fuck up your teeth do you think? 

Phil, a little confused: No I don’t think it woullld. Unless… 

Wilbur: No it’s quite the same consistency as sand.

Phil: Is it thoughhhh…? Is it though? It’s sodium. 

Wilbur: As someone who- As someone who eats sand I’d say it is quite consistent- 

Phil, laughing: Shut up! Stop saying sand is okay to eat please. 

Wilbur: It’s fine to eat- literally I’ll google it. I’ve never had to google it because it’s just so intrinzic in my knowledge that is is okay to eat. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 5: who raised this man? ]

Wilbur: Goodness! I didn’t realize this was an actual question. I’m obviously just so shocked that one would wonder because it’s so obviously is okay. “So I am curious, under what category does a sand cuisine fall under and why does the fascination-” This person is just being rude, I’m going to skip them. 

Phil, wheezing a little and lightly mocking Wilbur: “I’m going to skip people who don’t agree with me.” 

Wilbur: Uh this person- nonono I’m going to read out this person- This person says “At least not in a good way. It contains quartz which is harmful for your tooth enamel and over time it may harm your teeth although I know of many food recipes which consain- contain sand. There is not much problem for your gut unless you eat to much of it of course.” So basically it’s the quartz that is bad for your tooth enamel but the problem is I don’t have tooth enamel. I- I gave it up for Lentso I’m perfectly fine. 

Phil: What are you talking about? What are- *Laughing* What are you-? Wait hold up go back a sec. 

Wilbur: Yeah? I mean I don’t- I don’t know what recipes include sand but I’d love to try some. 

Phil: Go back to what you just said before. 

Wilbur: What, I gave it up for lent? Why are you laughing? 

Phil, mumbling a little: I don’t… 

Wilbur: Okay around the time of easter uhhh Christan people are supposed to give up something that means a lot to them that’s called lent.

Phil: And you gave up your enamel?  

Wilbur: Well it means a lot to me.

Phil: You can’t give up your enamel. 

Wilbur:  Wilbur: Wh- Well what have I been doing? 

Phil, laughing a little: I don’t know what you’ve been doing. That’s like saying “I gave up my bones for lent.” 

Wilbur: I think- I think we’re going off track here. The point is sand is perfectly fine to eat and that- that the quartz in it that damages your teeth I’m sure- I’m sure you guys can do fine without it. 

Phil: I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree here. I- 

Wilbur: That’s fine I’m not- I’m not saying you should enjoy eating it I’m just you should be happy with me eating it- I mean there is a lot of prejudice in this chat. 

Phil: O-ohh… I should respect your choices to eat sand and damage your teeth?  

Wilbur: Yeah. I know you’re saying that sarcastically but you really should. You should think about this one- you knowing chewing hay? Like- Like a blade of grass if you’re walking? You must have done it, hanging out the right hand side of your mouth. Maybe have a bajo with you as well. 

Phil, laughing: I think- I agree with Trixtion, “Being happy with- for you is a bit much. The most you can expect is tolerance.” 

Wilbur: That’s fine. Do you tolerate me eating sand Phil? 

Phil: Where are you getting sand from to begin with now that I think about it. You live- you live in Londen there’s just- fucking tems dude. 

Wilbur: Any convenient store, construction sites-

Phil: Ooooookay. 

Wilbur: Hour glasses-

Phil: OOOOhhh okay. 

Wilbur: Fish tanks- 

Phil, laughing: Nooooo- stop what you are doing right now. 

Wilbur: Crematoriums-

Phil: Bruhhhhhhh- *Cackling* This conversation is over. 

Wilbur: Okay, bye bye phil. 

Phil, wheezing: You know sometimes I don’t know what I expect from Wil when he’s in one of these moods- uhhh- I was not expecting that though. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil call me back. I have something important to tell you.

Phil, now on call again with Wilbur: Hey mate. 

Wilbur: So um, uh, on my minecraft did you know that concrete is made out of sand- and glass, a lot of glass is made out of sand. There is only certain kind of sand you can use for making concrete and glass right? And the thing is we’re actually uh, having a little bit of shortatage in the sand you can use to make concrete and glass so uh, due to that you can’t just use it just from like, like the desert you have to take it from like, the beach. Um, so what- there is a sand mafia that exists. 

Phil, losing his mind: Shuttt- I hung up on him- I fucking hung up on him. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil I wasn’t finished I think you hung up my accident. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil I’m going to need you to call me back. Phil, on call again with Wilbur: So there’s an actual sand mafia, you fucking-

Wilbur: Yeah yeah it’s apart of a resource depletion uh, sand is having an extreme amount of resource depletion compared to a lot of things in the world, there is a serious lack of sand- let me send you some sources of what I’m talking about here. This is national geographic and this is uh-

Phil, after a cut: I thought you were fucking with me. 

Wilbur: I am not fucking with you Phil. 

Phil, laughing: What the fuck is this? 

Wilbur: So basically the reason we need to mine so much sand is that we need to extract certain elements like titanium and zirconium. Their mineral, uh, is usually found in sand deposits due to pressure and, um, erosion. So it’s really important that you can uh- that that amount is kept under control and there is a lot of money in the sand business and where there is a lot of money there is- theres a short amount of supply, you know, you find organized crime and that’s why we have the sand mafia. I’m not going to say my eating of sand is contributing to the resource depletion because that would be uh- that would be- what’s the word… irresponsible of me but-

Phil: Mhm? 

Wilbur: I’m just saying if you wanna get into trying sand, it’s sooner rather than later. 

[ Phil cackles]

Wilbur: You think- I’m really not- I haven’t spoken a single lie this entire stream. I’ve just been talking the truth and everyone has been getting angry at me. I feel like- I feel like Jesus Christ right now Phil. 

Phil, laughing: Ohhhh-Kay alright. 

Wilbur, now sounding like he’s trying not to smile: I’ve been preaching nothing but the good word

Phil, still dying: Shut- 

Wilbur, very close to smiling: And you’re trying to crucify me. Phil: Shut- Shhhhhhhhhhhhshh. 

Wilbur, almost laughing: You’re tryna hang me on a cross, Phil. Just like the romans, dude. 

Phil: Was this the payoff? Was this the fucking- *Wheeze*

Wilbur, now back to a more calm tone: You’re tryna crucify me. You’re tryna kill Sand Jesus. 

Phil: Okay- 

Wilbur: It’s not a joke. 

Phil, laughing: I can literally hear the smile in your voice. 

Wilbur: I’m not smiling, I’ll turn on my webcam for you Phil. 

Phil, looking at Wilbur off screen: Jesus that’s horrifying. What is this- what is this angle? Oh I saw- *Laughing.*

[ Wilbur starts laughing as well ]

[ Both of them lose it ]

Phil: Oh my god I tipped over my water. I saw it- Okay okay- I’m gonna hang up. He cracked chat he cracked. Ohh fuck. *Wheezing*

[haderpjs]

Eddie lives.

But Richie at the beginning isn’t allowed to see him, (no one is, obviously, he’s under surgery) the losers try to take him to the Town House so he can sleep and change his filthy clothes, they try, more than once each, until Richie finally agrees.

Eddie had more than one surgery, Richie wasn’t paying so much attention to what the doctors were saying to them. All the things they had to do to save Eddie's life sounded numb and far away because he was occupied thinking on how he might be so close to losing Eddie a g a i n, after just having got him back.

Now clean and rested (not really he couldn’t sleep more than two hours because he made the mistake of entering to Eddie’s room and see the blood all over the bathroom floor) he is finally allowed to see Eddie, it’s been almost 10 hours since they first brought Eddie to the hospital. It hurts to see his dearest friend all pale and weak and tied to diverse devices and machines but it’s a million times better than what he saw in the deadlights.

They stay all the hours the doctors allow them to, when the night comes he’s the only one who doesn’t go back to the Town House. He stays besides Eddie because he is afraid of leaving his friend alone, he is afraid of Edie dying even when the doctors said he was in no danger anymore, he can’t leave Eddie, he can’t lose him after he just got him back, -you don’t ‘got him’ don’t be stupid, he is married and you know it- he tells himself.

Richie sits on the chair besides Eddie’s bed, since the bed is taller he can rest his head on the mattress. He knows he should put his glasses on the table but he finds himself being comfortably at peace por once since he arrived to Derry and he might not want to fall asleep but he is so tired, without realizing or thinking much about it his body is already reaching out for Eddie’s, Richie holds his friend’s hand and lets the [beep beep beep] of the heart rate monitor drift him to sleep, -it’s practically the sound of Eddie’s heart- he tinks and sure it isn’t the most comfortable position but he won’t let go of Eddie’s hand.

He wakes up in the middle of the night all startled and alarmed, he adjusts his crooked glasses and once his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and then he can see how the dim glow from outside lightens Eddie’s facial features, Richie feels like crying for the nth time since he woke up from the deadlights. And jus now he had dreamed what he saw in those fucking magic demonic lights.

‘‘Hey Eds, you ...  you have to wake up man’‘ his voice is barely a whisper

[beep beep beep]

‘‘Not like, right now I know you’re on a lot of drugs and very weak from the surgeries but-huh’‘ he whimpers and tries to calm himself

-Of couse Eddie will wake up, we killed that fucking demonic clown, we won, and we remember each other and we’ll not forget this time!-

‘‘y’know you’re the strongest person I know right?, and you’re so brave Eds, I hope you know I meant what I said down there in the sewers, you are braver than you believe you are’‘

-Eddie will wake up and I’ll tell him how brave he is to his face until he believes it-

‘‘But you’re an Idiot too’‘ he can’t contain the little giggle that escapes his mouth

‘‘Why did you save me?’‘ he asks to the unconscious man lying in fron of him

[beep beep beep]

-It should’ve been me- that thought is been in Richie’s head since they were draggind Eddie outside from neitbolt.

He was the one with the stupid trashmouth that got himself in the deadlights and he probably should have died with his brains fried or whatever. It sucked that Eddie had to rescue him only to nearly die impaled. If Richie just hadn’t acted stupidily. But he knows Eddie did it because they are best friends, the same way Eddie would have done it for Bill or any other of the losers, Richie also knows he would have done the same thing, bitch he did what he did because Mike was about to die and even if it wasn’t the most smart thing to do he’d do that again just so Mike or any other of his friends wouldn't die.

[beep beep beep]

‘‘Why did that fucking clown had to hurt you?’‘ He lets out a sob and burries his head on the space between Eddie’s arm and the right side of his torso

-to hurt me, It did it because he knew my secret, always knew and It did it in front of my eyes, because he knew my dirty little secret because It knew one of my biggest fears is losing you-

Sure the moment pennywise died Eddie’s bleeding had stopped and when they put Eddie in the ambulance Richie is sure the hole in his chest wasn't as big as pennywise claw must’ve first pierced through Eddie’s chest, but Eddie still lost plenty blood and the internal damage still was there. He wishes Eddie’s injury had dissapeared the moment they killed that demonic clown.

‘‘I know you’re out of danger now but you didn’t deserve this, you didn’t have to, for ANY reason, especially not for me’‘

[beep beep beep]

He hated himself for being the cause Eddie was now lying almost lifeless on a hospital bed, with a big-ass scar on his chest and back, not to mention who knows how many months of physical therapy ahead of him.

‘‘Eds, I am so happy you’re alive, umm I thought-’’ he whimpers

‘’I thought I had lost you, when we were dragging you out and you wouldnt wake up, I held your almost lifeless body on my arms and it felt fucking horrible’‘ a deep breath escapes his mouth

[beep beep beep]

‘‘it felt like my life was being drawn away from me’‘ he lifts his hands and presses his palms under his glasses against his eyelids

[beep beep beep]

The only sound in the room was Richie’s pained voice and the constant [beep beep beep] of the machine, not that he was expecting Eddie to wake up and reply, but he was so used to Eddie always replying to him, most of the times some annoyed comebacks because of Richie’s jokes about Mrs. K, sometimes just Eddie’s giggles at Richie’s most stupid jokes, and the good ones too.

‘‘Because since the moment I remembered you, I felt like the most alive person on earth’‘

[beep beep beep]

‘‘I didn't know I missed you so much until I saw you’‘

[beep beep beep]

‘‘The void in my heart took your form after my brain reclaimed your name’

[beep beep beep] ‘

‘‘I want you in my life forever’‘ -and the rest of the losers of course-

[beep beep beep]

‘‘i don’t think I can make it another 27 years without your- friendship being a constan in my life’‘

[beep beep beep] 

Richie thinks about confessing his feeling to Eddie, since well... Eddie wasn’t really listening and also, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever had the guts to do it when Eddie was actually listening, and if he ever dared to tell him how he felt, well... Eddie was married anyway and he had a life in NY, Richie would have to conform with Eddie’s friendship.

Eventually Richie fell asleep again, he didn’t dreamed about Eddie’s death this time, he dreamed they were fifteen again and they were on the hammock reading comics and annoying the shit out of each other. Until an ugly whiny voice woke him up.

‘‘[I AM HIS WIFE and I have all the right to see him!]’‘

Richie could see the shadow on the closed curtains of the window that a nurse was standing between the door and a woman, blocking her way in.

‘‘[Mrs. Kaspbrak I understand you are concerned about your husband but I already told you he is stable and these are not visit hours]’‘

-SHITSHITSHITSHIT EDDIE’S WIFE IS HERE-

Richie stood up from the chair and started pacing the room, he had stayed past visit hours and he wasn't supposed to, but since the nurse that came last night into the room to check Eddie’s vitals didn’t say a word he supposed it wouldn’t be a problem if he slept there.

Now he had no way of sneaking out of the room and they were going to find him in there and honestly, he didn’t care if the doctors disapproved his actions, he didn't want to see Eddie’s wife, but he didn’t want to leave Eddie’s side just so Mrs. Kaspbrak would take his place

-It is NOT your place! stop it!!!-

‘‘FFFFUCK’‘ he muttered

‘‘[... else do you need me to sign?, I am going to demand this hospital if you refuse to let me see my husband]’‘

‘’fuck Eds she really is Sonia 2.0, Jesus man what did you got yourself into?’‘ Richie whispered towards Eddie

‘‘[... and sorry I don’t mean to be rude, I am just very *hiccups* very worried abut my husband and i just need to see him, I haven't seen him since he left three days ago, pleease even if it’s just 5 minutes I need to see him!, you can’t imagine the pain I was in when i found out he!- *wimpers*]’‘

Richie reaches out for Eddie’s hand and sqeezes it, Eddie looks so peaceful now and he really can't hold himself out, he leans down and pressed a kiss to Eddie's forehead.

He was just leaning back up when the door opened

‘‘You can stay but when the Doctor comes in for the routinely check-ups you'll have to leave, that gives you about 20 minutes-’‘ the nurse stopps when she sees Richie standing beside Eddie’s bed.

‘‘Oh!, I didn't thought-’‘ anyone would be here

‘‘No i was just le-’‘ Richie doesn’t finish because Myra interrupts him, walking towards Eddie’s bed while observing Richie’s being very meticulously

‘’WHO ARE YOU?’’ Myra demands looking at Richie now with a flash of disgust on her face

Richie doen’t like how demanding she sounds, and he certainly doesnt like how she’s looking at him, he feels vulnerable and he feels exposed like he just got caught doing something that he isn't supposed to, allowed to. He hates it.

‘’No one, I am leaving’‘ He answers almost very apathetic and walks down past them towards the door. Hands on his pockets and head slightly facing down

‘‘are you one of Eddie’s friends?. He said he came to visit some friends, were you with him when this happened to him?’‘

He stops in the door frame but doesn't turn to face her

‘‘Yeah’‘... -yes I was there and I didn’t do enough to keep him from being hurt, yes it’s my fault he’s there ... -

Richie leaves the room.

[faggy-sodomite]

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tummy

tummy

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this isn't porn this is a patrick bateman meme

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UUUWAGGGHHHH OUUGH my boy

i have so much porn of the flagellant. also hot

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tummy

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he's back (hot)

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knife

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he is so faggy i need to destroy his prostate

HE IS SO FAGGY I NEED TO DESTROY HIS PROSTATE

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nipples

oh shit. need me a masochistic faggot who loves being covered in blood

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man nipples

MAN NIPPLES

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does this make me a furry if i find the devil hot?

mecore

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tummy

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tummy

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OHHH FUCK i dmed my friend about this cuz i went insane over this one

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man nipples

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this isn't porn this is 9/11. either way, hot

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VERY HOT

hot

big boob

sex

so cute

very hot

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the more i look the hotter it gets

my boy is back after a long break without him

so true so wise

cute

wholesome

hot

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hot

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SO HOT

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what is a jerma meme doing in here

hot

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gonna liveblog my reaction to my porn folder except no one gets to see my porn obviously

[orangefantazero]

Bro Code

I’m going to start posting some of my writing, so let me know what you guys think. This is just a little something that I had in my head and I needed to get it out lol. 

Tw: it involves nipple twisting, but is SFW? Also. cussing. lol. 

kiribaku if you squint. This is silly, written for giggles

~~~

It was a hot, humid, summer evening. The students of U.A had a rough training earlier that day, and they were doing what they could to relax and cool off. Sero was lazing in his hammock, reading his manga, wearing just his gym shorts, with his shaggy black hair pushed back by a thin headband. He had the door to his room open, as well as the one that led to his balcony, a box fan doing its thing in the corner of the room. Every few minutes, a small breeze would make its way in from the cherry-colored sunset sky, rustling his plants and swaying the hammock.

He was playing soft, bassy music on his speakers, still able to hear his classmates out in the hall. It was a Friday, which meant everyone was congregating outside of their rooms, shooting the shit and just being dumb boys. A lot of them had their own doors open like Sero, just in case someone wanted to come by and say hello. Every now and then he heard laughter, paired with screams and thudding bare feet on hardwood floors. He smiled to himself thinking about his goofy friends, just as a knock sounded on his open door. He peeked over the edge of his hammock to find one, freshly showered, Shoto Todoroki.

“Hey ‘Roki! What's up man?” Fully sitting up, Sero dangled his long legs over the edge of the hammock and gave his neighbor a bright smile. Todoroki quirked the corner of his lips up into some semblance of a smile and walked over the threshold into Sero’s room. He ran a hand through his wet, duo-colored hair, pushing it out of his face as he took a seat at the desk.  

“How did you fair on the training grounds today Sero?” The quiet boy asked, genuinely curious.

“Ahhh I did alright. I was trying to focus on my speed and getting out of the way of attacks, and I was doing really well! Until someone shot me out of the air with an ice wall.” He gave Todoroki a look of mock anger. “Seriously, you have got to stop doing that to me, dude.” Todoroki huffed in amusement through his nose.

“Well, maybe you should be faster so that someone won’t get you next time.” Todoroki closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head, soft smile dancing on his lips. Sero loved how comfortable the boy seemed in his presence. He was glad that they were able to become friends in the short time they’ve spent together at U.A.  

“Ohh hooo, someone is getting a little cocky huh?” Sero teased as he stood, taking his manga over to his book shelf and putting it back in its respectful place.  Just as Todoroki started to defend himself, a scream sounded through the hall, startling the two. They both looked over to Sero’s open doorway, listening as footsteps thundered towards them. A few seconds later, Kaminari came skirting into the room, slamming the door behind him and pressing his back against it. He was breathing heavily, and had a look of fear in his eyes.

“Denks? You alri-”

Knocks came raining down on Sero’s door on the other side of Kaminari’s back. The electric blonde let out a yelp and scrambled behind him to find the lock, twisting it so hard Sero thought it would come off the door.  

“Kaminari, what did you do?” Todoroki deadpanned from his still seated position at the desk. Sero put his hands on his hips and walked over. “Yeah man, what the hell is going on. I’d like to keep my door, who the fuck is that?”

“K-Kirishi- AHH" Kaminari screamed as more pounding came from the other side of the door.  

“Kirishima? What could you have possibly done to make Eijirou “im basically a golden retriever” Kirishima this upset?” Sero asked, incredulously.  

“I uh...zappedhisnipple”

“...you zapped...his nipple?” Todoroki quirked an eyebrow at Kaminari, obviously confused, as always. Sero let out an exasperated groan and ran a hand down his face. Now it made sense, and he knew what he had to do.  Both of the others watched him as he walked over to the door, that was still shaking on its hinges with the force of Kirishima’s knocks. “Move, Denki.” He said as he looked down into terrified, golden eyes.  

“Aw man, come on! I was just playing around! I- I didn’t mean to get him right on the nipple!” Kaminari seemed to be pleading for his life. He had the hem of his tshirt in his hands, and he was wringing it so hard, it looked like he was going to rip the shirt in two. Sero nodded his head silently towards the other side of the room, watching as Kaminari went, head lowered in defeat. Once the blonde had stepped a few paces and turned around, Sero spoke up.

“Denki Kaminari, you broke a bro code. You know we don’t mess with each other's nipples.” Sero said sternly. He looked over at Todoroki who looked just as confused as ever. Kaminari buried his face in his hands, whining like a kicked puppy.

“Just do it man, let’s get this fucking over with.”  

“I’m sorry, I hate to do this. But you know I have to.” Sero put his hand on the doorhandle, waiting a few moments and giving Kaminari time to gather his nerves. The banging on the door had silenced, but he knew Kirishima didn’t give up that easily and was probably waiting patiently out in the hall...like the golden retriever he was. With a sigh, he turned the door handle and quickly yanked it open.  

“KAMINARIIIII”

“KIRI IM SO SORRY I-”

Kaminari never got the chance to finish his sentence, before Kirishima was barreling into the room, slapping his bare chest into Kaminari and tackling him to the ground. They both landed hard with a loud OOF, as Kirishima started scrambling for the bottom of Kaminari’s shirt. The blonde was slapping his friend's hands away while trying to cover his torso at the same time. Sero looked on with amusement, spurring them on while the two wrestled on his floor.  

“Get him Kiri! Tickle him, he’ll move his hands!”

“What is even going on right now?” Sero looked over to Todoroki who was staring in bewilderment. He had forgotten that the quiet boy was still there, and figured he deserved an explanation to what was happening.  

“Since Denki broke a Bro code, Kirishima gets to deal it back. It's the law of the bro land.” He closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest, like he was pledging to a bro flag. Todoroki just looked between Sero and the wrestling match that was continuing on the floor....still confused.  

“HA Beat his scrawny ass, Red!” Both Sero and Todoroki turned to the doorway to find none other than Bakugou, pumping a fist into the air...with some of the other floor occupants behind him. Shoji had one of his tentacle eyes peeking around the doorway while Ojirou, Sato, and Tokoyami watched as Kaminari let out a shriek.

“Bakugou, shut the hell up! AHH- don't just stand th- Kiri nO don’t just stand there, get him off me!”

“Absolutely not, Denks! This is the only way, and you know it!” Sero said with a sadistic smile, crossing his arms over his chest and chuckling at Bakugou who now stood next to him wearing the same expression.  

Kirishima took the moment of distraction and used it to his benefit. He was growing impatient; he wanted his revenge and he wanted it now. He straddled Kaminari’s thighs, cutting off his mobility and holding him still. Activating his quirk, the tiniest bit, he hardened his hands, grabbed the center of Kaminari’s shirt and pulled. The shirt gave way easily in the red heads hands, tearing in two like it was a tissue. He grinned as Kaminari watched on in horror. Sending away his hardened skin, he grabbed both of Kaminari’s slim wrists in one big hand, holding them above the blonde’s head, effectively pinning him down. Kaminari looked up at him with wide eyes before he opened his mouth.  

“Oh....Hey there~” He gave Kirishima a flirty grin and a wink. Kirishima rolled his eyes, giving the hand around the blonde’s wrist a good squeeze, earning a yelp from the boy beneath him. Sero was vibrating with how hard he was trying to stifle his laughter, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “H-hey do you think ohmygod WHEW, do you think we should uh ahem step in?” He asked Bakugou as he clutched his middle. Bakugou was in no better state.  

“Absolutely the ffffuck not! I don’t know if I should fucking *cough* laugh or be turned on.” He said behind his hand. That absolutely did it for Sero, causing him to land on his ass on the floor in a fit of hearty laughs and giggles. Everyone’s attention turned to the sound of Kirishima’s voice as he spoke.  

“Denki, I really hate to do this to you man, but you brought it on yourself.” He watched as Kaminari let out a dejected sigh, and gave a very fake, very dramatic, sniffle.  

“I-I know. But maybe, you can find it in your very manly heart, to give me a second cha-”

“Absolutely the fuck not”

“Yeah I didn’t think so.”

“You electrocuted my nipple.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“No”

“Huh, I mean I’ve tried it, it’s not THAT bad-”

“Kami shut up”

With those last words, Kirishima shot both his hands to Kaminari’s nipples, grabbing them and giving one good twist. At the sound of Kaminari’s shriek everyone, including Kirishima, threw back their heads in laughter. Once he was satisfied, Kirishima stood, holding out a hand to his friend. Kaminari took it and was pulled into a tight bear hug by the red head. “I love you man, and I'm sorry I had to do it. But I swear to god if it happens again-”

“IT WON’T it won’t, I promise.” The blonde brought his hands to his pecs, rubbing softly. “I learned my lesson” He said with an audible gulp.

The boys dissolved into quiet giggles. Sero took a seat back on his hammock, feeling the breeze from the now dark sky hit the back of his neck. He looked around at all of them, talking amongst themselves, giving Kaminari pats on the back, heading out to continue what they were doing before.  

Even though they were absolutely ridiculous, he loved his friends.  

[ramble-writes]

So here comes another valentine's gift for the glorious @franks-mixtape ! If y'all remember the 2 Franks that are brothers and werewolves that I wrote some time ago, this is going from that again because I thought about it randomly and felt like I then needed more of it sooooooo yeah! If you DON’T know, the gist is being that his Frank and my Frank are half brothers. Father being a werewolf to both which resulted in his Frank being a halfling, while mine is whole werewolf due to different mothers. 19 years apart until both came to Ormond where they met up and figured out they’re brothers. So there ya go!

Warning(s): probs just standard cussing, buuuut that’s it lol

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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A Wednesday. Worst day for the 14th to fall on. Especially since it’s in the middle of the school week. Frank James Morrison sat there in the last class for the day, English. The teacher decided to focus on how Valentine’s day started from some dude who got executed in Rome or some shit. He wasn’t paying attention, finding it useless to learn about. Emerald green eyes lazily gazed around the room till they landed on his brother’s russet hair.

Frank Fenik Morrison was there a few seats to James’s left, amber eyes were trailing over the printed paper the teacher had passed out previously. As much as he was into literature, if he wanted to learn history on a subject of a man who was killed for trying to teach his religion to the Romans, he would’ve in his history class.

Fenik really was just idly taking his pencil to scribble a random design on a blank spot on the paper, the teacher’s voice seeming muffled in the background. Darkening some lines on the drawing, he felt a nudge in his mind, like someone nudging him with their arm. He lifted his eyes up and flickered to the side where gemstone eyes met and locked.

‘Dude. This shit is boring. Can’t we just.. skip out on this?”

‘I wish. But we can’t or shit’ll go down. Plus, they’ll know it’s us since we have the same exact name, minus the middle name.’

This made the raven-haired Frank sigh out loudly. He slightly scrunched his face up at hearing his other half chuckle both from a distance (thanks to his heightened hearing) and in his mind. Since figuring out the two had the same father, name, preference in tattoos, music, and other things, it made for the two getting along pretty easily. It resulted in a sort of bond to form. Since their father was a werewolf, it resulted in an animal like bond to form, that ran deeper than a standard sibling bond. Emotions, feelings, and thoughts were connected. It resulted in a mind link to have basically silent conversations.

‘Jesus fuckin Christ we have thirty minutes left of this bullshit. Feels like it’s taking foreverrrr!’

Fenik had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. Hearing him complain like a child made for lightening the boring mood. The internal complaining actually helped pass the time till the bell rang. Kids instantly got up with grabbing backpacks and shoulder bags alike and hurried for the door as the teacher called out that their homework from 2 days ago is due by Friday. Most likely, no one paid attention.

The two Morrisons waited at the bottom of the steps of Fairview, waiting on the other three of their odd pack in the snow. It didn’t take long for Julie, Susie, and Joey to come out. Julie adjusted her coat she has on as she hurried a bit down the stairs, being mindful of the snow-covered steps as she went over to the russet-haired Frank and planted her lips to his. This drew a very pleased growl from him as he kissed her back. Thankfully, those dreaded words to the holiday weren’t uttered.

“A’ight sluts! What’s the plan for today for shit to fuck up?” James asked, the name making Joey chuckle. “I’m lookin’ for chaos to burn down the grossness I feel from all this love shit.”

“I second that. There’s this jackass that’s been trying to feel Susie up in history when it comes to turning in work,” Julie huffed out. This made Joey look at the pinkett with concern on his face.

“And ya haven’t said anything?” Susie looked away at the tallest’s question which made him sigh. “Sus, ya gotta tell us when this kind of stuff happens..”

Her head only lowered before she pulled her hood up to hide her face. Joey had let out a sigh and draped an arm over her shoulders before looking at the other three. Amber, emerald, and brown eyes met and they all shared the same thought.

‘Trash the fucker’s place’

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To cut things short, finding where the guy lives wasn’t hard. They did the standard: Egging the house, toilet paper thrown and draped over trees and parts of the house. But the brothers took it an extra step by managing to get up on the house with wadded up toilet paper, where they then shoved it down the chimney to block it up since smoke was coming out of it. And they were out as quickly as they came with a job well done. 

They all split to head to their homes, hearing distant sirens meaning the house called the fire department which was sweet music to them. Of course, the russet-haired teen snuck over to Julie’s place after her father passed out for their... usual time together. Raven, as another nickname to call James rather than by his middle name like Fenik, was laying there in bed till about midnight he heard his name being called through that mind link.

‘Thought you were busy bangin’ up Jules.’

‘Shut up and get your ass out here.’

‘Fiiine. But I still wanna hear about your adventures in the pussy caaaave!’

James snickered when he bet the other was rolling his eyes outside, but he got out of bed to get dressed in his usual letterman with an extra layer underneath since it is midnight and it’s still winter. Out the window he went and onto the ground below where his brother is standing and waiting.

“Alright, whatcha want butt sniffer?”

“Don’t. Anyway, thought it be nice to hang out since school has been riding out asses with work to get us “prepared for college” which I could care less for.”

The raven-haired teen nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit. Ffffuck I hate being a senior.”

“I feel that,” Fenik agreed with a nod of his head. As usual, the two headed into the forest since it is their escape, and the only way that the wolves within the both of them can be let out. It’s a nice reliever since a lot of the times going out was never an option and it would make them feel cramped.

Usually, they don’t speak when out in the forest unless they do their usual practice. But for now, it was nothing but a run. Fenik in full wolf with James keeping up at an easy stride. Surprisingly, there was no clouds which let for the moon to shine bright in the sky and reflect off the snow, practically lighting their path. 

They didn’t know how long they’ve been running, but they did come to a stopping point when the two Morrisons came across a big tree. It was there they stopped and flopped down at the base at the big roots, James leaning on Fenik and a hand running through the rust-colored fur in slow strokes.

“Ya know... I’m a bit jealous you can shift and I can’t..”

“Seriously? I dunno. I’d be pretty happy with just the heightened senses n shit.”

This made for emerald eyes to look at the wolf, which in return, amber looked back at the halfling. Concern was felt on both sides. Concern for how one felt left out of things, and concern for how the other didn’t care if shifting was a thing or not. James scooted himself a bit close to be able to wrap an arm around the back of the head of the large wolf and pressed his forehead to his, letting silence overtake the quiet between he two of them.

Something happened since one moment the raven-haired teen was small in comparison to the wolf with clothes on, to suddenly not and... the same size. It was like his body just relaxed for him to suddenly shift, but the realization got for the two to jump up onto their paws and look at each other.

James now was suddenly the same height, same build. Black fur made him look like a shadow o the white snow. Vibrant green eyes stood out like unknown lights in the darkest parts of the forest. The two were quiet, before sounds of excitement left them and they became nothing but giant mounds of fur and limbs with barks and yaps leaving them.

What felt like hours of nothing but romping around in the snow, they both flopped down panting with tongues hanging out of open mouths and tails swishing in the snow. Two sets of gemstone eyes gazed up at the night sky, the moon nothing but a white orb to the side of their vision.

“I hate valentine’s, but this? This is the greatest fuckin’ gift nature let me have haha!” James boofed out, letting his paws stretch out in front of him. It felt like all his limbs were sore from being contained, and finally was allowed to be out.

“Oh trust me. Being this way is heavenly. Feels like what freedom from the system should be. And now that you can shift, we can do this a hell of a lot more. And no one can stop the hell we’ll raise.” Fenik let out a chuff, a canine version of a chuckle. The black pelted one chuffed as well before rolling onto his side and laying close to the rusted pelt one and pressed close.

They were content like that, black mixing with rust, emerald and amber. It took only a nudge from Fenik to say that it’s best they get going. James got up and shook the snow from his fur, waiting for his brother to get up. Both standing, they trotted off to the edge of the forest where they shifted back to their human selves.

“This weekend. Can... we go running again? And... maybe teach me some wolf stuff since now I can shift?”

“Hell yeah man! I’ll be waiting ‘round seven. Sound good?”

James nodded with a slight smile before it fell. There was hesitation, but Fenik could feel it and brought his brother close for a hug. He melted into it and hugged the other back. They stood like that for some beats before breaking it off and headed to their homes with goodbyes through the link. Days and nights for now on were gonna be different, but they were gonna be hella enjoyable and that feeling of being left out vanished. Everything felt right, just as it should be. 

[babbushka]

Each Eye (5/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo x Reader

Word count: 7.5k Warnings: N*FW, mentions of violence/murder

Also available on AO3!

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It’s dark, when Kylo woke you.

Five o’clock on the dot, as he did every day, with a bit of grumbling and a lot of coaxing. He woke you even though you’re on the verge of waking up yourself, your internal clock so used to his schedule after all these years. Still, he took the task at hand seriously, kissed up your body tenderly, far too tenderly for a man so callous, so harsh, so rough.

Your skin bloomed with shivers and shudders of intimacy as he slowly slipped the covers away from your body, as he caressed your feet to press kisses to the ankles there, kissed up your calves and smoothed his large warm hands over your hips. His tongue dipped into your navel and you smiled, eyes still shut, reveling in the attention. He continued upwards, nuzzled his face in your cleavage, nipped gently at your sternum, before he laved his tongue over your jugular, teeth too sharp in the best way.

You’re not the only ones awake, not this early, if the sounds of traffic far away were any evidence. The city that never sleeps, they called it, Manhattan. In the dark of the room, you can’t see much when you finally blinked awake, not until your eyes adjusted. Even then it’s just the soft outlines of things, of your husband as he crowded you underneath him, morning wood pressing hard against your stomach.

“Please?” He asked breathlessly, always asked, always wanted to make sure you want him.

“Come here.” You said as you opened your arms to him, looped them around his neck to encourage him to settle in close. You always wanted him, always, even though your breath was sour from sleep. You tangled a hand into his knotted hair and kissed him with a, “’Morning.”

“Mhm.” He humed, kissed you back, because he knew today is going to be a stressful day and he’s not in the mood to really be vocal about anything, at least not until after he comes.

Your sleepy smile dropped into a slack-jawed o as he dipped a hand down to your pussy and slipped two fingers in, pressing your hips back down into the mattress with his own. He fingered you only for a little while, only to get you dripping wet for him, only to get the sounds of your slick being pushed around loud enough that you could barely hear the traffic outside. He’s slow and methodical, like with everything else he did when he has the frame of mind to do it right – and you’re moaning and whining within minutes from the steady rhythm he builds.

“You’re so good, so good to me.” You praised him as you brushed his hair away from his handsome face, kissed the side of his nose and let him lick into your mouth in return, and that’s the last straw.

When he’s decided he can’t wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, humming around the taste of you as his cock rubbed between your folds, getting him wet, lubricating his dick so it slid in with no problem. He’s too tall, and he frowned when he tried to figure out a way to fuck you and kiss you at the same time. Your head only really came up to his collarbones, and he’s a little too rough with the way he grabbed at your jaw, hand nearly encompassing your whole face as he stretched you like a taut wire underneath him to reach your lips.

“Kylo,” you warned, and he nodded in apology, grunted as his hips roll against yours.

“M’sorry.” He panted, his grip on your jaw fluttering as his hands shook from the pleasure he got as he fucked you.

You smiled and moaned into his mouth anyway, not really angry with him, not with the way his cock thrusted all the way inside you, filled you so fully. Sometimes when he’s in the mood to talk in more than one-word sentences he’s a babbling mess, sweet nothings of the filthiest kind, things like how you’re made to take his cock, made just for him, him and only him.

And even though he didn’t speak then, the only noises coming from him are the grunts deep in his chest and the gasps when you clench around him, you could almost hear the rush of his thoughts as the fingers on your jaw digged deeper.

“Oh – honey – yes!” Your toes curled as he picked up the pace, desperate for you.

He doesn’t usually last too long in the mornings, usually only fucks you because he’s addicted to the way you make him feel, addicted to the way he makes you feel. His speed had you bouncing on the bed, the mattress creaking and groaning even though it’s made from the most sturdy materials – he’s just that strong, doesn’t know his own strength half the time, when he’s this wrapped up in the feeling of your hot cunt around his cock.

He built up a sweat, you could feel it on his back as your hands slipped and slid over them, your body curling around his, legs wrapping around his hips as you try and gain purchase, try and get closer. Sometimes you wish you had a mirror on the ceiling or something, just a way to watch him as he moves. It’s intoxicating, the feeling of his muscles spending all their energy into punching out moans from your throat, all that strength that’s killed and crushed and maimed being directed directly into you.

You pressed your hips upwards, planted your feet down on the mattress and pushed them up enough to give him more leverage, and the two of you nearly smacked foreheads together when his cock dragged perfectly against your gspot, making your eyes fly open and your cunt clench down hard around him.

“Ffffuck,” He clamped his teeth down on your shoulder, drew the word out long and low, and pride filled your chest, electrified every nerve in your body as his hand slid to your lower back to hold you in place as he railed you.

“Please, please Kylo I’m close.” You begged, and his face pinched up tight from where it’s buried in your throat, biting at your skin. You could feel the way his nose was scrunched up, and your flesh muffled his moans, the vibration going straight through you, right to your clit.

And then it’s not just the vibrations, it’s his big fucking thumb zig-zagging across it, and you came with his cock milking your gspot and his fingers toying with your clit and his teeth on your pulse and you can’t help but let tears slip out from your shut eyes because it’s so so so good.

You went pliant for him, as little shocks of pleasure thrilled through you, made your toes curl and your back arch before melting into a puddle beneath him. He fucked you through your orgasm and you saw stars in the dark, white hot splotches in the air. When he came it’s almost a blessing, just shy of being too oversensitive.

His hips still flush against yours, and you could feel his come spreading up into you, could feel the twitch of his dick as he kept himself buried. He’s panting, and sweat was dripping from his nose, from the ends of his hair, and it’s all you could do to hold him close as he collapsed down on top of you.

You stayed like that for some time, until it’s nearly six in the morning and the sun began to peek up over the city skyline, and the traffic grew louder and your sweat grew itchy.

His breath evened out eventually, and wordlessly he took your hand and hauled you up out of bed, in the direction of the bathroom before you could even begin to complain about your bladder being full. You smiled, let yourself be led.

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Later, when the two of you were dressed and sitting in the big grey living room, you looked at him. He was sat on the couch and you were between his legs on the floor, tying up the laces of his expensive shiny shoes. He was more than capable of doing it himself, you knew that, but you liked to do small things like this for him. Especially when the day was going to be rough.

“You know we have to go talk to Hux today, right?” You asked, and he lit up a cigarette right then and there, a gesture which made you chuckle to yourself despite the circumstance.

He knew, of course he did, that was why he was in such a bad mood, but it had to happen and soon. The longer you waited, the longer Kylo didn’t react, the worse it would get. And really, there had already been one attempt on your life – it couldn’t get much worse.

“Do you want me to set it up? I can call Gwen, she’ll tell him and get back to me.” You asked, resting your cheek on his knee.

He sucked down the nicotine and exhaled dramatically through his nose as a response, and you hummed, planted a kiss to his knee and stood up from your spot between his legs.

He stood up too, followed you from the couch to the kitchen island where your phone was resting, and wrapped himself around you as you hit the speed-dial for your cousin.

Gwen was good about answering her phone. She never usually let it go past two rings, no matter who you were. Kylo was the complete opposite, hating when people called him and preferred text messages if he could get away with it. He liked having records of conversations when he could, as proof if he ever needed any.

Kylo’s got his big nose pressed right into your cheek, so you put your cousin on speaker as soon as she answered.

“What the fuck did you do on Monday?” Gwen greeted you, your whole family nothing but blunt, apparently.

“Good morning Gwendoline my dear.” You replied cheekily, letting her sigh crackle through the phone for a moment before asking, “Are you with her right now?”

“No, I’m at my place.” She said, and you hummed, pleased with that information.

“We need to talk, about a lot of things.” You prompted, and through the phone you and Kylo could hear sounds of cooking in background, Gwen no doubt making breakfast. She was just as much of an early riser as the two of you were it would seem.

“Alright, thing number one?” She asked, aggravated in that way that Gwen always seemed to be aggravated.

“Can you set up a meeting with Hux? At your place, preferably?” You answered her question with a question of your own, and even Kylo grumbled into your cheek at the prospect of having to deal with him today.

“You want him coming to Midtown?” Gwen was incredulous, and she had every right to be, considering the situation, but the situation at hand was getting out of hand and you were getting tired of it.

“Yeah, tell him it’s in his best interest.” You said, your free hand coming up to comb through Kylo’s freshly blow-dried hair where he was nuzzling into your neck.

“You’re not giving it to him, are you?” You could positively envision Gwen’s blonde eyebrows shooting up in surprise, making you chuckle just the smallest bit.

“No, but we’re going to start killing more of his people if he doesn’t show up.” You said, and she groaned loudly on the other end of the line.

“What the fuck happened?” She complained loudly over the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

“I’ll explain it when we’re there. Can you get the meeting?” You asked, growing impatient.

“I can get the meeting. He owes me anyway.” Gwen replied right away, and you appreciated the seriousness in her voice, no longer playing. “What time do you want?”

“As early as possible, thank you Gwen.” You smiled brightly, glad that this would work out – at least, you hoped it would.

“Wait,” Gwen said when you were just about to say goodbye, “What’s the next thing?”

“We’re going to come over early so I can talk to you in person, okay?” You sighed, thinking about exactly what happened yesterday.

“I can get Hux here at…” She trailed off, no doubt leaning over to look at the clock that she kept above the entryway to the kitchen, “Ten o’clock. Be here at nine?”

“See you at nine.” You affirmed.

With that, the line went dead and you let your phone rest back on the counter of the island. All those sounds of cooking had your stomach rumbling something fierce, and you turned to place a gentle smooch to Kylo’s chin, knowing he was no doubt just as hungry. Sex built up an appetite after all.

“Breakfast?” You asked, and though he didn’t smile, he did nod, and that was going to have to be enough for the moment.

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When your stomachs were full and Kylo was in a slightly better mood – hanger was such a bitch, you thought to yourself with a slight smile – you and your husband found yourselves in the backseat of one of the cars, Dopheld weaving expertly in and out of traffic on the way to Gwen’s apartment.

Kylo checked his watch, his jaw working as he stared out the window, his hand hot on your thigh. He had decided to wear one of his nicer suits, black as night that showed off all his angles and muscles in a very refined manner. You leaned your head on his shoulder, careful not to jostle the guns that were hidden away in his suspender holster, and covered his hand with your own.

He wasn’t in the mood for talking, and that was okay. The traffic wasn’t terrible for this time of morning, thankfully. Rush hour never went away, but on your way to the Plaza for whatever reason it wasn’t so congested – a small thing to be grateful for, but you were grateful nonetheless.

The Plaza’s condo apartments were truly something to behold, you couldn’t help but think as Dopheld pulled up to the front entryway and a valet opened the door for you. When you and Kylo first began looking for places to live, this building had been high up on your list but they didn’t have any units available at the top, and you had so badly wanted a penthouse.

Now that Gwen lived here though, you were always eager to visit, the gorgeous French style something that you had always been a fan of.

Kylo tipped the valet nicely, his arm sliding around your waist as the two of you walked through the front doors and over to the reception desk.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ren, a pleasure.” The security guard at the desk stood to greet you.

“Thank you Norman.” You smiled warmly at him.

He had been the security guard for this building for almost twenty years, and you never once saw him without a genuine smile on his face. He knew very little about you or your family, only that Gwen must be important if she could afford to buy a condo outright, must be wealthy enough. He didn’t have any inkling of mob activity, but he was always more than happy to give you whatever information you wanted, simply by virtue of you and your cousin being kind to him. Too many people thought themselves above speaking to the door man or the security guard, but not you.

“Could you please phone up to my cousin and let her know we’re here?” You asked, not wanting to catch Gwen by surprise, even if you were supposed to meet in exactly five minutes.

“Yes ma’am, of course ma’am.” Norman said, already picking up the phone to begin dialing her extension.

“Oh Norman?” You asked, trying your best to be nonchalant, “Has anyone else come to see my cousin today?”

“No ma’am, not even covertly.” Norman only winked at you, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, as Kylo steered you in the direction of the elevators.

It’s tense, in the elevator. The gold doors had opened up for you and your husband with no one inside, and for that you were thankful, and now it’s just you and Kylo leaning up against the dark wood wall. You looked up at the numbers as they ticked by, Kylo still as a statue by your side. You knew he’s in a bad mood, and you took a deep breath, let your eyes close as the music that played softly over the speakers washed over you. You knew Kylo’s not listening, he’s got a million thoughts running through his head, and he should.

He should but,  

“It’s going to be fine.” You said, eyes still closed, letting yourself feel the rush of the elevator as it took you higher and higher.

Beside you, Kylo took a half-step closer to you, the hand on your hip tightening just slightly. He pulled you flush against him in these small motions, as if you maybe wouldn’t notice if he did it slowly instead of all at once. In the reflection of the ornate mirror, you peeked an eye open to see his deep scowl.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, a long one, right on one of his beauty marks which you so adored.

“I know.” He replied eventually, although his grip on you is still tight.

“He’s not going to pull any stunts, not here.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, looked at the pair of you in the reflection of the mirror, gave him a small smile to try and lighten the mood by saying, “Gwen’ll kill him.”

His scowl only deepened at that, and he ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up in his own frustration.

“Not if I kill him first.” He said, voice deep deep deep. The baritone of it resonated through the small elevator, bounced around the wood and the mirrors and all the gold, landed straight into your chest.

“Be good.” You hummed.

“After what happened yesterday – ” He started but you gave him a quirked brow and he let out a harsh breath of aggravation through his nose.

“Because of what happened yesterday, I’m the one in the hot seat.” You reminded him, the blood being on your hands this time, for the first time in a while.

“I’m going to fucking kill him, (Y/N) I don’t give a shit.” Kylo replied anyway, and you only hummed again, thoughtful.

“I know.” You said, because you did, everyone did, “But we have to at least try.”

“Why?” He didn’t like that, and sometimes you get reminded of his explosive temper, sometimes you get reminded of exactly why he was an attack dog for so many years, why he did all the dirty work. There’s a flash of danger in his eyes, one that you found yourself so drawn to, especially because you knew it’s all for you.

You could tell he’s itching to grab his guns out of their holsters right away, wanted to have both in his hands to spray Hux with bullets the moment he walked through the door. But that would cause a scene, and you thought to yourself that if anyone was going to cause a scene, it wasn’t going to be you.

“Because I said so.” You settled on, and he acquiesced with a clench of his jaw. “This isn’t the eighties honey, we can’t just go around blowing people’s guts out left and right. Certainly not on my cousin’s brand new, ten thousand dollar couch. You can kill him after we’ve talked to him.”

“If this were the eighties, he would have been taken care of a week ago.” He mumbled to himself, making you smile gently, thankful for his ability to just do what you tell him.

You moved to stand fully in front of him, smiled wider at the way his hands wrapped around your middle, as he collected you in his arms. You kissed him, careful to not smudge your lipstick. It wouldn’t do to look unkempt in the meeting, and you knew that if this goes well, you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you back at home.

You’d let him do whatever he wanted either way, you laugh to yourself, no matter which way this thing turns out. You just hoped it would go smoother than the dinner.

For now, he licked into your mouth and you could practically feel his shoulders loosening up their tension, as the elevator came to a slowed stop.

“I’m not saying you can’t kill him. All I’m saying is we need to talk to him first.” You whispered, as the bell dinged and the doors slid open, “I won’t stop a war from happening but I’m also not going to be the one to start it.”

He chewed his cheek at that, nodded once before asking for another kiss with a tip of your chin. You give it to him, a chaste little something that had him pliant and warm in your hands.

The walk from the elevator to Gwen’s apartment wasn’t far or eventful, the two of you hand in hand, stepping together in time. A quick knock to the front door had you face to face with your other cousin, Gwen’s younger brother who you hadn’t seen in ages.

“David!” You don’t hold back your excitement as you hug your cousin, “I didn’t know you were back, when did you get out?”

“Yesterday.” He replied, quickly detangling your arms from around him so Kylo wouldn’t throw a fit, and offering a hand to your husband for a firm shake.

Kylo took it with a nod of his head, still not in the mood to speak.

“And already back to work huh?” You grinned. What a surprise to see him! You were glad for this small bright spot of good news.

“You know pop, he likes keeping me out of trouble.” David shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah that worked so well the last time.” You rolled your eyes teasingly, making him only laugh.

David had slipped up accidentally and gotten himself arrested for resisting arrest and possession of an un-licensed weapon. That had given the family such a fucking headache that your uncle was this close to not even bothering to bail his own son out, just between the bullshit and the questioning and the searches. But clearly your uncle was all talk when it came to his family, because there David was, opening the front door wide enough that you and Kylo could step through the threshold and make yourselves comfortable.

“She’s in the living room.” He informed the two of you, and you gave his shoulder a light pat, truly glad to see him once again.

Gwen was looking exceptionally sharp from where she was standing entirely too dramatically, looking out the big windows of the living room. She was always one prone for a more understated sort of style, crisp clean pantsuits in white with silver accents, not like the dark and theatrical red and black that the Rens favored.

She turned to say something, probably some spiel she had prepared about calling last minute to set up meetings with weasels, but you only put your purse down on the coffee table and sat down on the soft white couch she had just gotten delivered the week prior.

“I’m going to cut right to the chase, because we only have so much time.” You said before she could even really open her mouth, “Roisin’s dead.”

Whatever her speech was going to be died on her tongue immediately at that, and her eyebrows did shoot up then, her arms dropping from where they had been crossed across her chest.

“Oh shit.” She said, making you nod.

“I killed her.” You continued.

“Oh, shit.” Gwen took a few steps towards the couch, her jaw dropping at the news.

“Because she was sent to kill me.” You finished with a sigh, settling your back against the throw pillows.

“Oh shit!” Gwen sat herself down on the armchair opposite from where you were, blue eyes wide and absolutely shocked when she gasped, “(Y/N), do you know what this means?”

“No, do tell.” You rolled your eyes – of course you knew what it meant. You weren’t pleased about it, not one bit.

“And we just got them off our fucking backs, why would he do this?” Gwen groaned, ran her hand through her pixie cut in a manner that reminded you of your husband, who had taken it upon himself to stand behind you like an imposing monolith all in black.

“Someone’s been framing us for murders – we had the cops at the apartment on Sunday.” You said, and Gwen groaned, realizing that this meeting was going to be much more of a headache than she had already anticipated.

“What kind of bullshit week has this even been?” She grumbled into her palm as she tried to recover from being so stunned.

“When it rains it pours.” Your husband spoke up finally, making you look up at him with a smile, glad to see he was going to be, at the very least, cooperative.

Sometimes in meetings he didn’t utter a single word, just smoked his cigarette and glared, let you do all the talking. But you supposed he knew that this one would be involved, and you were glad to hear his baritone as he leaned down to brace himself on the back of the couch, kissing your cheek.

“Hi Kylo.” Gwen had been so wrapped up in the sudden news that she had forgotten to greet him, but it was all fine. Kylo wouldn’t dare hurt your cousin, not with the two of you being so close.

“Thanks for setting this up.” He said, his hand smoothing up your neck from behind you, caressing your chin as you kept just looking up at him.

He was funny looking from that view, upside down the way his mouth moved had you chuckling to yourself, you had a great view up his nose and was pleased to find it was squeaky clean.

“If you’re here to paint my house red I’m going to be pissed.” Gwen said, although she tried to say it playfully enough that it wouldn’t come across as being entirely accusatory.

“We really are just here to talk.” You tried to reassure her, but she only scoffed.

“Lately these talks have been getting more and more…aggressive.” Gwen stood from the couch and walked over to the little bar cart, poured herself just a glass of seltzer water. She had the old fashioned kind that you had to press down the pump on to carbonate the water, and you always thought that was so classic of her.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” Kylo excused himself, making you frown.

Had the ides of this meeting shaken him up so much that he really had to touch up in the bathroom? He smoothed your frown away with his thumb, a gesture you did to him what felt like a thousand times a day, and he kissed you.

“Okay honey.” You said, watching him walk away around the corner to freshen up.

You take advantage of the opportunity to not get Kylo so furious right before this meeting, and the moment he’s far enough away to be out of earshot you turn to your cousin.

“What’s Rey majoring in?” You asked, and Gwen sighed, handed you a bottle of water for yourself.

“Tax law.” Gwen scoffed.

That was good, you thought as you cracked open the water, took a big swig of it. Good that Gwen was suspicious too.

“When did she tell you?” You asked, trying to piece together what the fuck was going on with Kylo’s sister.

“Yesterday, after the shitshow at her mother’s.” Gwen replied easily.

“She lied.” You shook your head, taking another sip.

“Hm?” Gwen frowned, and you waved your hand around lazily.

“It was a lie.” You reiterated, and Gwen sighed, pinched at the bridge of her nose before cracking her neck.

“Does Kylo know?” She asked, and you shook your head again, surprising her.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm him, especially with this Hux bullshit.” You shrugged, and Gwen gave you a very pointed look.

“He has to find out eventually.” She said, and she was right.

“He will, I’m going to tell him tonight after I get can him calm enough to not jump in the car and cut her tongue out.” You hummed, rifling through your bag to search for a piece of gum. Kylo was a chewer, and you always had some on hand for him to work his jaw with so that it didn’t wind up causing him any damage.

“Please, I have a special interest in that tongue.” Gwen sighed again, making you roll your eyes.

“I bet.” You replied dryly, thinking to yourself of all the people in the world your cousin had to get involved with, it just had to be the one who wanted your husband six feet under. You unwrapped a piece of gum for yourself, got it started so Kylo could just take it from between your teeth, not looking up at your cousin when you asked, “She didn’t tell you anything, did she? About anything?”

“About what?” Gwen asked sarcastically.

“Anything.” You replied with an even stare.

“She doesn’t tell me a lot of stuff. They’re not as open as we are, you know.” Gwen said, and you knew she was telling the truth.

“Every family has their secrets.” You agreed, even the two of you had things you kept from one another, everyone with their own skeletons hiding in designer closets.

“Yes, but it’s not worth it to hide any of them from you.” Gwen said with a small laugh and a grin, “I don’t know why people bother trying.”

At that, Kylo returned from the bathroom exactly at ten o’clock, exactly when the doorbell rang.

You, Kylo, and Gwen all stood up, tried your best not to look like some gang that was ready to jump him. You wanted – no, needed, Hux to feel welcome, to feel relaxed. This wasn’t a plot to murder him, this genuinely was just an attempt to talk.

It never failed to surprise you how angular Hux was. He was thin, waifish almost, with obvious pads in his shoulder-seams to make himself look more imposing. But beside that even, it was his face. Like he was cut from glass, his nose and lips and cheekbones were all razor sharp. He reminded you of Tarkin in that way, as Hux came around to take your palm in his for a moment. You wondered if there were some pre-disposition for angular men to be as cold as their hands.

“Drink?” Gwen asked, making Hux give her a look.

“It’s ten o’clock in the morning.” He said, right as Kylo checked his watch. Hux may be dramatic, but he was punctual.

“And?” She asked her friend, who only rolled his eyes.

He made himself comfortable on Gwen’s couch, sitting right where you had just been. You didn’t mind, were more than happy to be pulled onto Kylo’s lap as he took the grand armchair near the softly lit fireplace.

“How’s your cousin?” Kylo asked by way of greeting.

“Dead, thanks.” Hux sniffed, as Gwen passed him to sit next to him on the couch. It was a tactic to not make him feel so confronted, you knew that, but it was still very strange to see her siding with him, so to speak.

“Imagine if you had called a meeting like this one to talk it out instead of making assumptions.” You mentioned coolly, “She might still be sipping cocktails with you.”

“Let’s talk.” Hux gestured to the openness of the room, and you looked at Kylo.

You could see in his eyes he wasn’t really in the mood to do the bulk of the conversation, so you took over for the time being.

“Here’s what I’ve got in my head as the series of events in the past week. You tell me what you think of them.” You suggested.

Hux was square-backed and still as a board as you listed the events off your fingers;

“Friday morning, the day of the dinner, two Englishmen rob a bodega in Hell’s Kitchen. Owner told us you had shown up sometime prior to that to shake him up, threaten him. Friday evening, you show up almost late to the dinner, with grand plans to take over Hell’s Kitchen. Two days later, cops show up at my doorstep to search the house for a murder that took place in Hell’s Kitchen. Later that evening, your cousins crash my anniversary dinner to try and kill me.”

“But then, come to find out last Monday while you were in D.C., a stranger in a dark car pulled over two Englishmen and hired them to rob the bodega in Hell’s Kitchen. One of the men claims he didn’t know who it was, but we know it couldn’t have been you because you weren’t in town. And then Roisin tells us the murder was of one of your guys. So we can understand why you would think that, between us not giving you Hell’s Kitchen, your guy dying, and now me killing your cousin, that we’re clearly the ones fucking up all over town.”

After your whole speech, you made your point to take a long drink of water to soothe your throat, the room deadly silent while you hydrated yourself.

A moment or two later, you finished the bottle of water, placed it down on the coffee table, and looked Hux straight in the eye.

“But I have to assure you, it’s not us.” You said, although the gears were already working in his head.

“I see.” He says, voice clipped and short, angry suddenly.

“Do you?” You asked, genuinely curious if he knew exactly what he was getting himself into, “Because you’re going down the path of war with that stunt you pulled with your cousin, and you remember what happened the last time we all went there.” You said evenly.

That shuts Hux up quickly, because he does remember, and his already pale face begins to drain of any color that might have started to rise from his temper.

He takes a long sip of his whiskey, early morning be damned, and you don’t blame him.

“I’m not Snoke.” He said eventually, “I don’t pit people against one another.”

And you don’t altogether believe him, even though you can tell he isn’t lying in this moment. Hux was as scheming as they came, everyone knew it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had plots up his sleeve right now, fingers in too many pies all across New York – all across the East coast.

“Maybe not, but someone is.” Kylo finally spoke up, Hux’s eyes snapping from yours to his and back again.

He was many things, but he wasn’t stupid, and he had learned not to ignore you from what had happened to Rotta.

“So what do you propose we do?” Hux asked, his lip trying not to curl up into a sneer.

You hum to yourself thoughtfully, as if your brain hadn’t been whirring to try and figure out what to propose all morning.

“I figure we can do one of two things,” You started, “We can either work together and come up with a plan to find out who has it out for the both of us, and snuff them out before they can pose any genuine threat. Or we can kill each other and everyone around us like they want us to.”

“The thought of working with you makes me want to be sick.” Hux scowled and narrowed his eyes, “I can’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

“We’re not asking you to trust us. Just work with us.” Kylo said, jaw clenching.

You leaned down to give him a kiss, passing the gum into his mouth from your own in the process. When you leaned back up, you saw Hux’s face contorted with disgust at the lack of hygiene in that, and you couldn’t help but let a small satisfied smile grace your lips.

“Give me Hell’s Kitchen, and you’ve got yourself a deal.” Hux said, making everyone in the room groan.

“No.” Kylo said right away.

“Look we can investigate and find this person out on our own, but I think it would expedite the process significantly if we were to team up just for this. They won’t be expecting that, whoever it is knows the animosity between us.” You gesture to the tension that had clearly returned to the room.

“I told you my condition.” Hux said, stubborn as all hell.

“Hux, please be reasonable.” Gwen tried, speaking up for the first time since this whole conversation really began, but that only ruffled Hux’s feathers more.

“Why am I the one who has to be reasonable, hm?” He asked, quick as a whip, “It’s a simple request. I don’t want all of Midtown, although God knows I could do a better job running it than your sister is. I just want from 34th to 59th. That’s it.”

“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you get to have it.” Kylo said, hand twitching on your waist.

“Well isn’t that true for the both of us then.” Hux said scathingly, “If you’ll excuse me, I have other business to attend to today.”

He stood up without any further comment and made a motion to leave.

“So that’s it?” Kylo said, and your eyes bore into Hux’s, mentally pleading with him not to do this, not to go down this path.

“It is what it is.” Hux replied, making your eyes pinch shut in disappointment, a long sigh leaving from your chest. Hux gave a sharp nod to his friend, and was out the door.

The three of you are left in complete silence with his departure, all three of you unsure of what the fuck was going to happen next. Would he be the first one to make the declaration of war? Would that responsibility fall on your shoulders? On Kylo’s? Technically you had been the first one to draw blood, but it had been his fault, so the area was grey.

Almost as grey as the skies which clouded the view from up on the eighteenth floor of the apartment building.

“Hey Gwen,” Kylo asked, voice deep and mood sour, “How about that drink?”

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When the two of you are home, many hours later, you watched as Kylo fiddled with his holster. There was business to attend to, bloody business, as it were. It seemed like more and more these days were returning to the days of old, with the way Kylo checked his ammo in the guns that he kept stashed on him.

“Please,” You said from your spot on the big plush bed, “Please be careful.”

“I’ll try my best.” Kylo said, although you knew he was mostly just in the mood to bloody someone up, get his hands dirty. Maybe he wouldn’t kill whoever the poor sonofabitch was, maybe he would.

He most likely would.

Okay, he definitely would, but you knew that the men who pissed him off usually had weapons of their own, and though he was fast he wasn’t perfect.

“Listen to me,” You say from the bed, shuffling to sit on your knees, opening your arms for him. Like a magnet, he is drawn to you, nearly rushes into your arms, and you pull him down down down to lay on the bed with you, tuck yourself around him, cage him, an attempt to get him to stay.

You know that he won’t, know that there’s people he has to take care of and take care of, but you can try, and you kiss him deeply before saying, “Any sign of bullshit, you get the fuck out, okay?”

“Okay.” Kylo replied, breathing in a deep lungful of your perfume, humming out on the exhale.

“How many?” You asked softly, pressing your forehead against his chest, burying your face in the soft dress shirt he wore.

“Three.” Kylo said, and you leaned back with a frown.

“No, two.” You argued.

“(Y/N) – ” Kylo started, but you shook your head, in no way allowing him to leave you with three of the Knights of Ren to guard the apartment.

The thought of war had him even more protective, even more possessive, you knew that. But you also knew that the more people had, the more likely Kylo would come back to you unscathed. You were willing to risk less security for yourself if it meant a better chance for your husband. After all, he was the one going out into the world and burning it down.

“You need them more than I do. Take one.” You insisted, voice final, unwavering and unwilling to change.

Kylo was stubborn, but he had nothing on you.

“Fine.” He said eventually, his big warm hands coming up to cup your cheek.

You closed your eyes and kissed him, kissed him until it felt like the two of you were just existing together as one single person, hearts beating and lungs breathing in time. You kissed him until your lips grew swollen and bitten and numb, tongues and teeth too sweet to stop. You kissed him until he groaned, until he had to tear himself away because you both knew that if you kissed him any longer, he’d fuck you, and then he’d never leave.

And as much as you never wanted him to leave, you knew that Dopheld was waiting for him downstairs, knew that the KoR were waiting for him somewhere else.

He gave you a lingering look, one to fill him with strength, to remind himself why he was going out in the first place, and you only give him a look of your own right back. And then he’s gone, out the door and out of the apartment, leaving you with a guard at your door and another in the lobby, until who the fuck knows when.

Not wanting to be in the bedroom all by yourself, you get off the big mattress and tie the sash of your robe ever tighter, slipping into Kylo’s slippers and shuffling around the apartment.

Your phone is in your pocket, and, against your better judgement, you get an idea.

You pluck it out from the robe and scroll through your contacts, scroll and scroll until your finger hovers over the name you were looking for. You hadn’t told him yet, you think to yourself, but you hadn’t anticipated him leaving to go slit someone’s throat.

The phone is dialing before you’ve officially made up your mind.

“What do you want?” She asks, voice annoyed, and you already have decided that this was maybe a bad idea.

“Hux is pissed. He might try something, and I didn’t want you to be blindsided.” You tried, lying.

“Oh like you blindsided me with Midtown?” She scoffed, and her voice is firmly set to hang up the phone on you as she muttered, “Thanks for the warning.”

“Rey – wait.” You start, knowing that this was probably your only chance, “I was wondering if you’d meet me for lunch tomorrow.”

There’s silence for a long while on the other end of the line, and you pulled the phone back enough to see if she had hung up on you. Thankfully, the phone conversation is still going, and you can only imagine that she’s needed a moment to collect herself, not anticipating that sort of request.

“At your apartment?” She asked finally, carefully, but you shook your head even though she couldn’t see.

“No, you pick a place.” You offered, trying to sweeten the deal, trying your fucking best to make yourself as unthreatening as possible.

“Will it be just us?” She asked, voice suspicious as she had every right to be.

You didn’t go anywhere without Kylo.

“If that would make you more comfortable.” You lied, although it’s convincing enough that she seemingly is stunned, because her tone is somewhat surprised and dazed when she suggests,

“Tea at the Baccarat?”

“I’ll be there at one.” You fished out a small note-pad and wrote down the time and place, and Rey doesn’t even say goodbye before she hangs up.

Kylo will be told when he comes home, you’ve decided. He’ll be told and then you’ll come up with some sort of plan to deal with her on top of dealing with everyone else. But until he does come home, you make yourself comfortable on the couch and pull up the On Demand, and wait and wait and wait until the front door latches open – no matter how long that is.

You smiled to yourself, feeling slightly victorious for having lured her into this. Because if there’s one thing that anyone knew, it was never to lie.

Not to you.

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