#and then I was like. fuck not hungry no eat

[ozzgin]

Hello ozzign (is it okay if I call you Ozzie?) I was wondering if you could do how different hybrids reacting to reader getting their period, because I am on my period rn and it hurts like **HELL**, so I would very much appreciate it if you’d do that for me

Love, 🍄 anon

NSFW content!

Bear!Hybrid loves to spoil you with physical affection. The moment he sees your displeased expression, he knows. He'll sit down and pat his lap, inviting you to hop on. He's massive, soft, and warm: you'll be asleep and in no pain by the time he's done cuddling you.

Lion!Hybrid has a lot of female clients frequenting his salon, so he is rather well-informed when it comes to your troubles. You're in pain? He'll immediately cancel all appointments for the day, grab a blanket, and sit next to you. He has an agenda of tips, tricks, and suggestions that he's dutifully gathered for your sake. He's at your service.

Tiger!Hybrid is a tad awkward when it comes to this, truth be told. He's an underground fighter, and has lived his life with the simple philosophy of sucking it up. Unlike him, however, you're a frail human. He can't bear to see you in discomfort, yet it's not some opponent he can beat up. Maybe he can...uh...fuck you until you're better?

Cow!Hybrid Husband is such a caring spouse. He'll prepare you a warm drink made with plenty of love, then spend the rest of the day pampering you and fulfilling all your wishes. His tail is wagging in anticipation, eyeing your thighs and hoping you'll soon ask him to eat you out. Truly, there is no better cure. Let him take care of it.

Bull!Hybrid is a little nonchalant offering his help. He'll knock on your door, claiming he's heard your groans of discomfort and suggesting he...keeps you company. He doesn't even wait for your response, closing the door behind him and heading for the bedroom. What, it's common sense that neighbors help each other out! And he's starving to show you how neighborly he is.

Hammerhead Shark!Hybrid can tell from the moment you dive in. You barely left your boat, and you already notice him speeding in your direction. A shiver crosses your spine once you see his hungry expression. You begin to gesture at him to calm down. Pointless, really. When he's like this, there's no reasoning. He's always attracted to you, of course, but sometimes you really drive his instincts wild. He's about to devour his prey, and you'll love every second of it.

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[chestersturniolo]

special candy

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader x Chris Sturniolo

Summary; you unknowingly eat some of dealer!matt & dealer!chris’ “special candy” whilst they’re out on their runs..

warnings; chratt poly relationship dynamic! if you are not comfortable with this, do not read // drug use (ofc) , pet names, tripping out (ish) — based on this request

Matt and Chris were currently out handling business, leaving you to your own devices for a couple of hours. As hunger creeps in, you lug yourself off of the couch to scrounge the kitchen, you spot a bag of gummies on the kitchen counter. You don’t think twice. You grab one, then two, then three- before you know it, you’ve polished off almost the entire bag.

You return to the couch, sinking into the cushions, opening your book back up. A chunk of time goes by before things start to feel…strange. Your breathing feels too deliberate, manual even, like you have to focus on every inhale and exhale. Your stomach churns, and time becomes a bizarre concept- minutes feel like hours, or maybe it’s the other way around. The words in the pages of your book start to morph. You squeeze your eyes shut to refocus them, trying to control your breaths and ignore this abnormal feeling.

A small while later you hear front door open, footsteps echoing up the stairs. Matt is the first to reach the living room. He spots you on the couch, grinning as he makes his way over. “Hey sweetheart” he says, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand.

You skip the usual greeting as you jut your lip out “I don’t feel well” you whine, eyes glossy.

Matt frowns, sitting down next to you, “Ah what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, frowning with concern, before brushing a soft kiss to your lips. The moment his lips leave yours, his expression shifts. His eyes widen. “You taste like…blue raspberry” His voice is slow, laced with panic. He grips your jaw, coaxing your mouth open “Fuck” he mutters under his breath, as his eyes land on your bright blue tongue.

Just in time , Chris reaches the top of the stairs, a couple of duffle bags he had retrieved from the trunk slung over his shoulder. Matt stands abruptly,marching over to him “Where the fuck did you leave that batch, Chris?!”

Chris blinked, confused “On the counter…?” he shrugs casually. The confusion lasts only a second until Matt flails his hands toward you. Chris’s eyes widen, and the duffel bags drop to the floor with a thud. He hurries over, crouching down in front of you, hooking a finger under your chin to inspect you

You blink at him slowly, your eyes heavy lidded “I’m sorry I ate your candy..i was hungry-“ you mumble “-I’ll buy you more, I promise!”

Chris ran a hand over his face, “No, you don’t understand, that was special candy, kid. Product!”

From the kitchen, Matt’s voice was frantic “She ate most of them!” he says, as he holds up the bag in the air , a couple of stray blue bears at the bottom. He chucked it down on the counter as he comes back to the couch, raking a hand through his hair.

Panic welled up inside you, your breathing growing shallow. “I-I didn’t mean to…Is this really bad?- am I gonna die?” fear in your voice

In that moment, the boys realise that they need to push their own freaking out aside and help you ride this out. Matt immediately sat beside you, placing his hand on your cheek “No, hey, listen to me - don’t panic, okay?” He shot a glare at Chris, who was pacing now, before turning back to you. “I need you to relax, baby. Talk to me, what are you feeling?”

Tears welled up in your eyes “Time is moving really…slow..and I feel like I’m tingly,and in..in bubble wrap” you pause for what feels like an hour “don’t feel good Matt” Your voice cracked, and you clung to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Chris lets out a big sigh before rummaging through the duffel bags, pulling out a bag of identical blue gummies. Matt’s eyes narrowed “The fuck are you doin’?”

Chris muttered, more to himself than anyone else “Shit’s my fault” He looked at you, guilt in his eyes. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? Look, I’m gonna do it with you” he says in a reassuring voice before quite literally shovelling them into his mouth.

The batch wasn’t majorly strong, but since you barely ever used substances, it was hitting you hard. He knew that taking them wouldn’t put him on the same level as you, considering his tolerance was worlds apart from yours, but he also knew that you seeing him doing so, would calm you down

And it worked, as you watched him chew, you felt a sense of reassurance, knowing you’re not alone in it.

~

Matt had tucked you into a blanket, you were sinking deeper into the couch as the initial waves of panic began to subside. The room felt both too quiet and too loud, and it was almost like you could hear the air bouncing around the room. The lights seemed brighter, and everything felt far away. Each breath still felt like work.

Matt stayed close, his arm wrapped protectively around you. His hand moved in slow circles over your back,. “Just keep breathing with me, okay?” He took exaggerated deep breaths, guiding you. “In…and out, that’s it”

You tried to mimic him, but it felt like your body wasn’t quite yours “Matt…it’s weird, everything’s weird” you whispered,

Chris knelt in front of you, resting his hands on your knees “Listen to me ma, you’re okay..this is just the gummies messin’ with you, i feel it too” he bluffed. He barely felt a thing…and although he hated lying, in times like these, a little comforting white lie never hurt anyone,right?

“It’ll pass, I promise” he continues , reaching for your hands, holding them firmly “squeeze my hand when it feels too much, yeah?” he says, taking a seat on the other side of you. You nod, holding onto his hands for dear life.

Matt glaced at Chris, silently communicating something before standing and heading into the kitchen. You watched him leave, slight panic flaring again “Where’s he going?” you ask, your eyes trained on him. Chris cupped your face, forcing you to look at him “He’s just getting you some water angel, you need to stay hydrated. Focus on me, okay?” His eyes searched yours, softening as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

Matt returned moments later with a glass of water and a damp cloth. He sat back down in his spot beside you, pressing the cloth to your forehead, before guiding the glass of water to your lips “Small sips”

You took a few hesitant sips, the icy water doing wonders for your cotton mouth. You push the glass away after a few more sips before huffing, “It feels like…like I’m floating” you whispered, blinking slowly.

Matt set the water down on the coffee table, and his hand falls to your thigh “You’re on solid ground, baby. Feel the couch under you? Feel my hand?” he says, giving a small squeeze to your leg. He guided your hand to the blanket, letting you feel its texture. You nod slowly, playing with the soft fluff.

He pressed a kiss to your temple before glancing at Chris, nodding toward the TV “Put something on, something light”

Chris grabbed the remote, flicking through channels until he landed on a nature documentary. The calming voice of the narrator filled the room “This should help” he shrugs, glancing back at you.

You watched the screen, the vivid colors too bright, too intense “It’s…too much” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut.

Chris quickly turned the lights off, and turned the volume down “Better?”

You nodded, letting yourself get lost in the life of a polar bear.

~

As the initial anxiousness faded, a different sensation took over. Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. You glanced up at Matt, with hazy puppy dog eyes “I’m…really hungry”

Matt exchanged a glance with Chris, a hint of amusement softening their worry “The munchies” Chris murmured, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Matt chuckled, pulling out his phone “Alright baby,what do you want? We’ll get you whatever you need”

“Everything” you pleaded , pulling a chuckle from them both.

Within minutes, they had food on the way-pizza, burgers, fries, ice cream. Chris disappeared into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards and returning with snacks..chips, cookies, anything he could find. He handed you a bag of chips, watching you carefully. You practically snatched them from him

You crunched on them, eyes widening in delight. “These are the best chips I’ve ever had” you mumbled around a mouthful, crumbs falling onto the blanket.

Chris laughed softly, as he settled back in beside you, brushing them crumbs off your lap “Glad you’re feeling a little better” he smiled as he noticed a crumb on the corner of your mouth, reaching his thumb to wipe it off “pretty girl”

~

They stayed close,both planted either side of you. Whenever a random wave of strange feelings hit, they were there, talking you through it, grounding you.

Eventually the food arrived, they set everything up on the coffee table, letting you pick at whatever you wanted. It was the best meal you’d ever had, everything tasted like magic. You’d even lathered some ice cream on a pizza slice, making the most disgustingly delicious concoction. Matt and Chris watched you in awe.

Once you’d finished your food, and your belly was fulll, exhaustion set in. Your head drooped onto Chris’ shoulder, your eyes heavy. “M’tired” you mumbled.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head as Matt reaches and pulls the blanket over you further “Sleep sweetheart, we’ve got you”

It was seconds before you drifted off, feeling like the couch was swallowing you in its comfort. Every few minutes, Chris leaned in, carefully checking on your breathing, his ear close to your slightly open mouth.

Now you were asleep, Matt took the opportunity to scold his brother further ,, “Never leave our fuckin’ shit out again y’hear me?” he said with a stern look

Chris let out a big sigh, letting his head fall back with a guilty look, before nodding “Lesson learned bruh”

dividers - @strangergraphics-archive

AN; thankyou so much for the request anon! i had so so much fun writing this!! i included some of my personal “trips” in here lmao.

hope y’all enjoyed! - 𝑺𝒂𝒈𝒆 ♡

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[victhespookygoat]

I hate it when non-Tolkien fans reblog posts with incorrect lore receipts.

There are no "tiers" of deities in LOTR lore. There is Eru (God), the Valar (demigods), Maiar (the helpers of the Valar, includes Sauron and Gandalf), and then there are ancient and powerful things which exist in the world and which have agendas of their own (like Ungoliant, and Tom Bombadil)

(Gandalf does not take the Ring because the Ring is suffused with all the power and malice of Sauron which corrupts all who use it, and he knows that his own power is too great to risk being corrupted - same reason Galadriel refuses the Ring)

Morgoth, also known as Melkor, is a fallen Valar, who rebelled against Eru in the beginning by singing in discord to the song of creation and thereby introducing evil into the world

Ungoliant is a demon sung into existence by Morgoth's discordant song. She's not a deity, and neither are her children

Morgoth has Ungoliant drink the nectar of the Two Trees in order to destroy their light so that he can have revenge on the other Valar and steal the Silmarils, a set of 3 gems that are infused with the light (and magic) of the Two Trees

He promised Ungoliant that she could have whatever treasures she wanted if she was still hungry after consuming the life of the Trees

Consuming the light of the Trees made Ungoliant HUGE and Morgoth nervous; he also lent her a portion of his own strength for the heist and was in a weakened state by the time they make their escape

They flee Valinor, the home of the Valar, and go to the far north of Beleriand, where Ungoliant decides she's still hungry and demands the Silmarils but since the Silmarils were the WHOLE REASON for the tree-killing heist, Morgoth refuses to give them to her

She gets pissed and wraps him in her web, he gets pissed and calls for his Balrogs; the Balrogs run her off into the deep dark places of the world where she proceeds to have a fuck load of offspring who would in turn become the mothers of all spiders in Middle Earth

(Shelob is her last surviving daughter)

After getting rid of Ungoliant, Morgoth (not Sauron) has the Silmarils set into his helmer because holding/touching the stones is physically painful to him (his hands are permanently burned black by them)

Sauron never possesses the Silmarils

By the time of the events of LOTR, Ungoliant has been dead and Morgoth has been locked away in the void for millennia, so there is zero chance that Sauron is afraid of Shelob telling on him and getting her mom to beat up his old boss.

Sauron tolerates Shelob because she is useful to him and he reckons that his energy is better spent trying to get back his magical WMD than chasing spiders out of his crawl space.

Sam knows literally none of this history or lore; all he knows is that that's a fuck-off huge spider who is trying to eat Mr. Frodo

Shelob does impale herself on Sting but honestly that was just luck on Sam's part and bad timing on Shelob's

Stop spreading Fake Lore.

Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”

And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”

“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”

Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.

[yan-randomfandom]

Hii! Could I request a yan! Jinx with a darling who is on hunger strike? (Bacically, darling got kidnapped and so she decided to stop eating till she gets freed...is that even a word?)

Anyways, ty 4 reading my request and I would be really happy if you were to fuffil it <3

Make sure u drink enough water!

Yandere!Jinx x GN!Starving!Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words anon! 😺 i just realized how much energy i gave mc here omg 😭🙏

tw; starvation, kidnapped MC ermm

💧 ;

Stubbornness is something both you and Jinx share. It's built into your very core. She knows this, and yet, here we are.

You're tied to a chair, looking away from her with a deep frown on your face—unwilling to eat.

"My sweetest," Jinx groans, dragging out her words. "Darling, baby, angel..." She places her hands on the back of your chair, her breath brushing the tip of your nose—"beloved."

...

You roll your eyes. "It stinks."

With an offended gasp, she recoils from you, her eye twitching. "I— You— Come on! At least I had dinner, but you? You haven't eaten anything for days!"

As if the Gods have a sense of humor, your stomach lets out a loud, drawn-out rumble. It goes on for a few moments... like her hideout wasn't quiet enough already. You have half the heart to glance at Jinx, who's watching you with an unimpressed expression.

Against your better judgment, and despite the deadly stomachache, you don't say anything.

Jinx pushes the bowl of food in front of you. "...Your, uh, stomach's hungry. Please. I just want you to eat—"

"I want you to let me go," you snap, glaring at her. You emphasize your point by rattling the chair with your frail limbs in frustration. "It doesn't help that you tied my arms and legs up. Honestly."

She returns your look, almost clueless. "It didn't have to be that way! You kept trying to escape!"

"I wonder why!!"

An annoyed groan. You can't even tell if it was from you, or her. Maybe both.

...

...

"...I told you I can't," she mutters softly. Not when she started a war.

You scoff and turn away. "Not that you can't. You won't."

Jinx does not reply.

Then, she chuckles. "Still amazin'. All this energy, even in starvation."

...

You press your lips together. Truth be told, you're barely holding it together. You're simply not giving up. Even if it's out of spite. Especially.

She starts walking. The sound of her booted footsteps grows fainter and fainter until, finally—the exit closes.

Jinx left you.

Nothing else accompanies you but the quiet humming and faint lights in her hideout.

Your body seizes the chance to collapse, eyes closing in one blink.

...

The next time you wake up, you grudgingly rub your eyes. A yawn escapes you.

You stretch your body. Your joints pop, relief spreading all across—

Wait.

You sit up from the softest surface you've ever been on in a while. It takes a moment to clear your vision, but once it does, you fall in disbelief.

Lifting your hand, you eye your wrists suspiciously. The patterns of the rope is still visible. But faint. It must have been a while since they were removed.

The chair you've been stuck in for days is gone. Your limbs are untied, finally fucking free from the numbness. A small fan offers a refreshing breeze next to you.

Your heart starts racing.

A whiff of your favorite scent. You perk up.

There's a glass of water filled with ice on the table. Beside it, an irresistible array of food. All your favorite types.

You don't even think twice.

either u try to escape or eat the food—your choice. do both tho cuz u might idk die

[karaeilishh]

Lowkey imagining new artist!reader like reader is new in the industry and having a huge gay panic during the Grammy's or something and Billie eating reader out under the table or fucking reader in the bathroom. AAAAAAAAA

🐇

hi bunny, ik you've been waiting for a long time, but this is for you, mwah 💋

MY STRANGE ADDICTION b. eilish

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 …just add some friction

“you look a little stressed, babygirl,” you bite your bottom lip nervously when you hear a damn familiar voice behind you. billie. your your heart skipped a few feverish beats, if only because she was one of the reasons of your... stress. her warm hand gently touches your shoulder, her fingers feel like a feather above your skin. under the pressure of her charm, you turn to face her, looking up at her. she was looking at you with that look, with her black eyeliner. god. “nervous?” 

nervous? that word couldn’t describe how you felt right now. all your organs were clenching with concern. you can feel your heart pumping your blood through your arteries, capillaries, how it flows through your veins into your heart again. this was your first grammy, as a new artist. you had a few nominations, but you were ready to lose all of them. it was like you were a nobody compared to the people in your category. and those ocean blue eyes that had been following you for almost the entire evening. billie was smiling softly, but the way she was biting her lip, her eyes trailing down your body made you whine. 

“yeah, a little. i kind of have confidence in myself, but kind of not.” you chuckle, looking away from billie’s face. you didn’t want to burden her with your thoughts, but a part of you wanted to tell her everything that was on your mind. her fingers trace their way to your face, gently grabbing your chin. you freeze as she forces you to look at hers. her gaze makes your heart and your stomach drop to her feet. “i think you need to relax a little” 

deadly fever, please don’t ever break

“quiet mama, be quiet” your eyes water as she uses that nickname. you thought that when billie suggested you relax, she meant she was taking you to some mutual friends in search of some easy companionship. oh no. the bathroom. dim lights illuminating your bodies. your dress, hiked up messily to your waist. heat of hell. her fingers buried deep inside your pussy. she’d just dragged you here, shoving you into the nearest stall and pinning your body to the wall. oh, she was hungry. so fucking hungry. 

you whined and clenched your hips as she smashed her lips against yours, practically fucking your mouth with her tongue. you moaned softly into her lips, grabbing her shoulders, trying to rip that damn jacket off her. she chuckled, pulling away slightly to leave a small bite on your ear. “where are your manners, baby?” you throw your head back. her husky whisper drives you crazy. your thoughts, overloaded with the upcoming award, were now completely captured by billie. her hands, her breath, her voice. her tongue on your neck. she knew how reckless she was when she nibbled on the tender skin of your neck, leaving marks. you tried to push her away, saying that she can’t do this to you now. what do you mean she can’t? she can’t, when she’s wanted you for so long and so desperately? no, she can. she will. even if millions of people see you in half an hour. no one will ever know who left those marks on your neck, and if they do, she’ll only be glad. “i’m sorry, doll. you’re too sweet”

“everyone will see...” you whisper, making her just chuckle. oh, she found it funny now? such a bitch. you want to protest again, but her fingers tugging at the hem of your underwear make you unable to say a word. billie presses her body against yours, pressing you further into the wall. like another moment and the marble will swallow you both. you gasp slightly when she touches the wet spot on the lace fabric. smiles. she smiles again. “i think you’ll forgive me for this if i fuck your brains out real good, hm?”

you can’t answer her with anything but pathetic pleas. she would probably make you use your words to tell her exactly what you want, but she couldn’t wait now. she just couldn’t. she yanks your panties off, collecting your wetness in her fingers. so wet for her. wild. “fuck, you have no idea what i want to do to you”

you don’t have time to process her words before her fingers slide inside you, picking up the pace immediately. you moan too loudly for a public bathroom, just not having the strength or desire to hold it. and billie doesn’t have the strength or desire to shut you up, because she’s been waiting for this moment for so long. she just asked you to be quiet, but she’ll be happy if you don’t. her fingers curl inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “can you take more, baby? you can...”

her voice drips with desperation. she doesn't wait for your permission, knowing that you'll let her do whatever she wants to you. a third finger slides into your hole, stretching you out perfectly. you bite her neck, finally making her moan sweetly. it's fair if you leave your mark on her neck too, right? 

"faster, bils, faster..." you moan into her neck, almost completely hanging on hers when your knees become too weak to support your weight. she doesn't need to be asked twice. her fingers grind against your walls until you're fucking shaking. you quietly ask her if you can cum and it drives her crazy. "god, you're such a good girl for me already. come on, cum on my fingers" 

and all your worries become so unimportant when her fingers buried inside you.

[blingblong55]

Seeing stars -John "Soap" MacTavish NSFW

Based on a request: for kinktober can I have soft sex? Soap is the one to fuck you good he'll make you see stars

A/N: I'm sorry it took me this long to post it ---- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, established!relationship, oral!sex, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, fingering ----

Soft, sweet lover. That is who Johnny is as a partner. He has always been a kind boyfriend, something that awed you. He is the first relationship since your last toxic boyfriend. You've learned a lot from him but one thing you have learned the most is that he is a dedicated lover. He dotes upon you, which is why sex with him is possibly the hottest, messiest thing you can live through. 

"C'mon my love, tell me what you want and I'll do everything in my power to fuck you like how you want it." In that moment, he feels you wrap your arms around him, "I want you, I need you to fuck me until I'm nothing but a mess," you softly say as you kiss his cheek. Your body writhes with pleasure and need. "Please, Johnny," you whisper. 

Johnny's breath catches in his throat at your words, a shiver running down his spine. Fuck. The way you say it, all needy and desperate...it makes his cock throb almost painfully, trapped as it is in his jeans. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste you. "Anything for you, Bonnie," he murmurs against your mouth. "Gonna fuck you so good, make you forget your name."

His hands roam your body, mapping out every curve and dip. He palms your tits through your shirt, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they stiffen into tight peaks. You arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping you. Johnny chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's it, love. Let me hear you."

He yanks your shirt up over your head and tosses it aside, baring your glorious tits to his hungry gaze. He ducks his head, latching onto one pert nipple and suckling hard. You cry out, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him in place. "Mmph, so fucking perfect," Johnny groans, giving your other nipple the same treatment. His hands slide down to pop the button on your trousers, shoving them down your thighs along with your panties.

He settles between your legs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. "Gonna taste this sweet cunt," he promises darkly. "Get you nice and wet for my cock." Johnny nudges your thighs further apart and dives in, tongue flicking out to lap at your folds. He groans at the first taste of your arousal, the flavour exploding across his tongue. "Fuck, you're soaked already. Dripping for me."

He licks a long stripe up your slit before zeroing in on your clit, suckling the sensitive bud. Your hips buck against his face, hands fisting in the sheets. Johnny grips your hips harder, holding you in place as he eats you out like a starved man.

He slides two fingers into your slick heat, pumping them in and out. "That's it, love. Ride my fingers. Gonna get you nice and stretched for my fat cock." Your walls flutter around his digits, clenching down like a vice. Johnny curls his fingers just right, rubbing against that special spot inside you that makes you see stars. "There it is," he purrs, massaging your G-spot with each thrust. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue."

You are writhing, moaning mess beneath him, hips bucking erratically. Johnny doubles his efforts, sucking harder on your clit while finger-fucking you faster. He can tell you're close, thighs trembling and stomach muscles jumping. "Come for me, Bonnie," he commands, voice a deep rumble. "Wanna taste that sweet cunt." With a keening cry, you shatter, gushing all over his hand and face. Johnny laps it up eagerly, tongue delving deep to catch every drop. He gentles his touch as you ride out the aftershocks, soft kisses peppering your sensitive flesh.

Finally, he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied groan. "Delicious, as always." He stands to quickly shed his clothes, freeing his painfully hard cock. It juts out from his body, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He gives himself a few quick strokes, just to ease the ache. Grabbing his cock, Johnny lines himself up with your entrance, the head notching just inside. He leans down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth. "Ready for me, love?" he asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

At your nod, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. They both groan at the sensation, your slick walls stretching deliciously around his throbbing length. "Fuck, you feel so good," Johnny grunts, starting slow, deep thrusts. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling almost out before sliding back in, making sure to brush against your g-spot with every pass.

"That's it, love," Johnny pants, sweat already beading on his brow from the exertion. "Take my cock like a good girl. Gonna fuck this tight little cunt so hard." He changes the angle slightly, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed, a silent scream on your lips. Johnny's grin turns feral, knowing he's found that secret spot inside you that drives you wild. He keeps his angle just right, hitting it with every deep thrust. Your cries grow higher, more desperate, fingernails scoring down his back.

"That's it, love," he pants, picking up the pace. "Gonna fuck this sweet little cunt until you're begging for mercy." He leans down to capture one pert nipple between his teeth, biting and suckling the sensitive bud. You keen, back arching off the bed. Johnny's hands roam your body greedily, palming your tits, sliding down to grip your hips hard enough to bruise.

The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by their ragged moans and grunts. Johnny can feel his orgasm building, balls drawing up tight. But he grits his teeth, determined to make you finish first. Your pleasure always comes before his own. He reaches in to rub tight circles on your clit, thumb pressing down just right. You buck against him, a scream tearing from your throat as you shatter, walls clamping down on his pistoning cock like a vice.

"Fuck, that's it," Soap groans, hips stuttering as he chases his release. "Milk my cock, love. Wanna fill this tight little cunt with my seed." A few more erratic thrusts and he's there, spilling deep inside you with a guttural moan. He collapses on top of you, both of them gasping for air.

Johnny peppers your face with soft kisses, murmuring praise against your sweat-dampened skin. "You're amazing, love. Always so perfect, so responsive." He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest. One hand lazily traces patterns on your stomach while the other cards through your hair.

"Love you, Bonnie," Johnny says quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Love you more than anything."

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[videokilled]

“Not say something- say what you wanted-“ Vox’s teeth clenched and bared a bit in his frustration at being interrupted. Well maybe he had fucking wanted it too. And maybe it mattered to him.

His appetite was truly gone from him now. And he certainly had no concept of, being hangry, and would deny any baring that it had on him.

“You eat it. I don’t turn into an eldritch horror when I get hungry.” He definitely did not see the irony.

Vox had half a mind to swipe at the book- but similar to Alastor’s restraint over the phone- he resolved to not invoke that ire. Instead he swiped his own phone up off the table and go right back to pacing in a much pricklier mood than he had been in. The antenna that had been smooth was crooked like a used paperclip.

After assessing there had been no damage to his phone. He walked further into the apartment, going into a spare room where he had the equipment needed to make the portal. Might as well prep that if Alastor was going to have a hissy fit over everything.

It took all of another two seconds for that phone to be swatted out of Alastor’s hands- unless it was being gripped. Not caring if it clattered to the floor. It was expensive it would be fine. Probably.

“How was I supposed to know you didn’t sleep! I didn’t ask you to be stationary for 8 hours straight! I thought you were asleep all night! I don’t even remember waking up. I was barely conscious. If you fucking wanted something you should have said something.”

Much too late to avoid a hangry Tv Demon, but he would still believe the impression that he wasn’t hungry. His eating habits had always been atrocious. Just as much of a carnivore as the deer, but 10x the pickier eater. Even if he had ordered his own food.

Fuck he wanted alcohol. Was it too early?

[puck-luck]

Like Hughes, prompt 1, hearts… I was thinking maybe she’s having a bad day and talking about her brain just not shutting up something along those lines lol

warnings: oral fem receiving on a dining room table wc: 619

“I’m sorry, Lu. I know I’ve been talking about this for a while. You must be bored,” you say sheepishly, picking at the remaining food on your plate. 

“I’m not bored,” Luke replies. “I like listening to you talk, even if you’re just venting about how work sucked today. It’s up to you if you want to keep talking about it, babe.”

“I’m sure I could talk about it forever,” you grumble. “I just hate how in my head I get over the stupidest mistakes and interactions. I know it’s not that deep, but I get so wigged out.” You stab at the pile of green beans with your fork. “I wish there was some way where I could just turn off my mind when I don’t want to use it.”

Luke quirks an eyebrow at you. “You think?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. You shrug. “It gets overwhelming to be in my brain, sometimes. It would be nice to quiet it down.”

Luke looks at you for a moment too long. “I have an idea for that,” he says. He clears his plate, then yours. 

“Luke, I wasn’t done eating,” you complain.

“I’ll reheat it for you if you’re still hungry after.” He leaves his plate in the sink, but places yours in the refrigerator. Then, he walks back over to you, taking your hand and guiding you out of the chair. He moves your utensils and glass of water to the floor, away from your feet. “You trust me?” He asks, thumbing over your bottom lip.

“‘Course,” you reply. “Always.”

Luke smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling slightly. “Good.” He backs you up against the table, trapping you. You hop up onto the ledge, sitting back more comfortably as Luke towers over you. He brings both of his hands to the sides of your face, cradling your jaw as he leans down to kiss you until your chest is heaving and your cheeks are flushed. “I’m gonna fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head,” Luke says like he’s swearing on his grave. “But first, I’m going to eat my dessert.”

You feel a bit lightheaded and hot as he gets to his knees, undressing your lower half. His hands rake over your exposed thighs, tickling your flesh and groping the particularly meaty sections in his hands. Luke kisses over the inside of your thighs, the sensitive areas marked with suction mark after suction mark– they’ll all fade by tomorrow, so you can’t call them hickeys. He’s so sweet about the way he teases you, which lasts until you’re unable to wait any longer. You stammer out a plea for him to do more, unsure if you’re in a space where Luke will grant your requests.

His eyes lock with yours and a smirk covers his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he inches forward, sticking his tongue out when he gets close enough and flicks the tip over your clit. He’s not close enough for it to be anything more than a tease, but the touch already has you whimpering and trying to move your hips closer to his tongue. 

Instead of chastising you for being so greedy, Luke buries his face in your cunt. He went from nothing to everything at once– making you cry out. Your hands fly to his hair. Luke just closes his eyes and nuzzles into your pussy, his tongue working overtime against your clit. One of his fingers has started to trace slowly around the rim of your entrance, although he refuses to enter. 

He seems hell-bent on making your pleasure wash all over his fingers well before they even enter you– you’re in for a long night.

[onedollopofsourcream]

NOTHING, NO help for days literally not a cent. PLEASE IGNORE the amount of notes as we still need help. I grew up in poverty. Holidays were empty and just reminders of how cruel and unfair life was, we didn't celebrate thanksgiving we were never welcome we'd eat $1 meals and I'd go to bed crying cause i was hungry and depressed cause it didn't look like th thanksgiving we saw on tv

Well we're officially fucked to a whole new level today not only do we need enough food for the week Liu has off, forget thanksgiving we never have no fancy food for it, not in years. Sad but well probably just have ramen if lucky as a kid thanksgivings were hell on earth so I guess the kids feel the same but now we have it even worse as

My mom needs her meds which she takes for her lupus and her overactive thyroid and her narcolepsy. Without them she gets real bad and sick and cannot function she's needed them for 3 days she didn't want to tell me as she knows how stressed I am and she's so upset about how she can't provide for everyone what with her abuser constantly needling her.

Please keep d*nating especially for the kids wh should be spared all the humiliation, the shame of having been born, the guilt of having been born and being the catalyst of poverty. Please spare them, let them never worry over money and food.

[laswells-ashtray]

No one quite sets off John's mother-hen instincts like Kate Laswell of all people. The boys he can deal with easily, Farah is good, and Nik is better than him at taking care of himself. Kate might be older than him [and he's learned not to bring that up after the last time] but her stubbornness rivals his.

Kate is used to feeling hungry and tired, she's often in situations with work where she just doesn't have time to eat. Hunger is something she's gotten so used to ignoring that after a certain point it doesn't register.

Yes, she'll stand up and sway a little but that's just a reminder to eat later when the task at hand isn't so urgent.

Then when she stands her vision starts to blacken at the edges and before she can right herself she has a very unamused-looking John Price clutching her arm and lowering her back into her chair.

"Christ, Kate. Sit your arse on the chair. Gaz, get something to drink that isn't caffeinated. Ghost, find something to blood eat around here."

"John, I'm fine. Just let me-"

"Fine, my arse. Sit. When was the last time you ate something? A meal, when was the last time you ate a meal or drank something that was coffee, huh?"

For a split second, Kate almost wants to remind him that she's older. She's a grown woman with a wife who doesn't need coddling. But she stops herself, if she brings up Sarah then John will call her and she can't deal with the both of them hounding her. Besides, she's fucking starving.

The look on John's face can only be accurately replicated by mothers across the globe. The look of stern disappointment and thinly veiled concern.

"You look like shit. Shepard let you take a break during this whole thing?"

"Haven't had the time. I think national security outweighs the need for lunch."

"National security will mean fuck all when you're unconscious, won't it? Muppet."

Inevitably she ends up sitting at a table eating food they scrounged up from fuck knows where and drinking water as she ignores John's passive-aggressive nods of approval. She also ignores the knowing stare of a certain lieutenant and the worried stares of two sergeants. Is she ignoring it because it's embarrassing to be coddled or because if she acknowledged it then she would be forced to acknowledge that not only is she in charge of this group of men but they respect her enough to care about her health? Well, that's between her and the half-decent sandwich in front of her.

And when later on she gets a scolding message from Nikolai she signs John's personal e-mail up to a website that sends a mental health tip e-mail every day and spams up your inbox.

[cherrybomb107]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: forgiveness, or the way it’s often presented, is harmful. That’s one more gripe I have with season two. The way it frames “forgiveness”(the idea that you are obligated to forgive someone lest you be “just as bad as they are” is problematic.)

Because for one, having Jinx apologize for killing Caitlyn’s mom and vow to stop the “cycle of violence” doesn’t make any sense. One, that’s just not something Jinx would ever say. Two, the idea that Jinx killing some Councilors is anywhere near the same thing as Caitlyn becoming a dictator is laughable at best, and insulting to my intelligence at worst. Three, Caitlyn never apologizes or faces any meaningful consequences for her actions! Losing an eye was nothing! She should’ve lost a hand at least and we should’ve seen her reflect on her actions and pledge to do better for Zaun!!! Not just fuck off and ride off into the sunset after everything she did! And lastly, the “cycle of violence” literally isn’t a cycle, it’s just one city oppressing the other for centuries and the other city deciding to fight back! This “cycle” doesn’t begin and end with Jinx and her attack on the Council, so framing it like Jinx is the one who has to take sole responsibility for fixing everything is nonsense.

“But Arcane was never about heroes and villains, everything is morally gray!” You sound dumb. This is obviously a story with overt themes of oppression and revolution. I’m not here to critique morality, I’m here to critique its framing. Why are certain characters “justified” in their heinous actions but others don’t get that luxury? That’s what I’m talking about. Moving on, the problem with “forgiveness” implies that it’s necessary, and the way people conflate forgiveness with letting someone have access to you after everything they did is the problem. You don’t have to forgive someone if you don’t want to. That doesn’t make you “bitter” nor does it mean you’re “holding a grudge”. There is a difference between forgiving someone and just removing yourself from the situation and becoming detached, imo. That’s what should’ve been done with Caitlyn and Jinx. No one in Zaun should’ve been shown dying for their oppressors because “teamwork” nor should Sevika have been shoved on the Council to push this idea of “unity”. Why would Sevika, a Zaunite who has never had and never will have any love for Piltover, be forced to cozy up with the Council? Why is the onus on her, as an oppressed person, to make nice with her oppressors? Why does the institution of Piltover, and people like Caitlyn who uphold that institution and wreak havoc on the underclass of Zaun, never have to answer for their crimes?

Answer: Because they(the writers) want to convince us that Jinx and Caitlyn, and by extension, Piltover and Zaun are “just as bad” as each other, and that both sides need to work together to heal. Only problem with that is, the Piltover/Zaun conflict was not presented that way in season one. I’m sure the writers want us to think it’s one city vs another, when that’s not the case at all. In reality, it’s one city OVER the other, and now they’re trying to convince us “both sides are bad”. While it’s true that there ARE problems on both sides, the problems in Zaun literally wouldn’t be problems if Piltover wasn’t an oppressive institution. Why were the chem barons able to amass power? Because the systems Piltover set up left Zaun behind and allowed pier hungry people like Finn, Margo, Chross, and Smeech seize their opportunities for control. Why is there so much crime in Zaun? Again, because of Piltover. The class disparity that Piltover set up means the economic divide between the two cities is a chasm that grows wider and wider every day. People are forced to steal to eat. They join gangs out of necessity, not because they have to. Why did Jinx kill all those enforcers?

That shouldn’t be the question. The real question is: Why does “Jinx”(as in, the persona Powder adopted to feel strong) even exist? Answer, once again, because of Piltover! Jinx is an oppressed person with severe mental health and self esteem issues that have been exacerbated as a result of the crooked system of Piltover. She saw her parents get killed by enforcers(militarized police force that carries out the will of the powers that be and is responsible for harassing, brutalizing, and over policing Zaun) right in front of her before she was even in the double digits. She was then adopted by Vander, but she had to struggle her whole life. Zaun doesn’t even have air to BREATHE unless Piltover decides they deserve it. And thanks to Caitlyn, we get to see how even THAT gets weaponized when Zaun steps out of line. So if they don’t have access to clean air, it’s safe to say that they also don’t have access to the same quality food, water, shelter, clothing, economic, educational, or medical services that Piltovans do, just by virtue of living in Zaun. So you take a severely mentally ill little girl, systematically oppress her, and then clutch your pearls when she becomes violent and lashes out? Label her a “psycho” and a “monster” for killing cops, gang members, and politicians while Caitlyn gets a happily ever after after everything she did? I thought “both sides” were “just as bad”. So why is Jinx the only one who meaningfully suffers? Why does Zaun as a whole always have to pay the price?

Lack of commitment. “Terrorist” is a loaded word that’s been weaponized against marginalized people for ages now. It’s another one to add to the list: angry, crazy, mad, belligerent, monster, savage, animal, etc. All these dehumanizing words are leveled at folks who get tired of taking shit lying down. I’ve never thought that Jinx was a “monster” for killing cops, Councilors, or politicians. Never will. But the show clearly WANTS me to, as well as simultaneously wanting to see Caitlyn’s actions a certain way. I’ve already made a post about why comparing or trying to equalize Caitlyn’s actions and Jinx’s actions is disingenuous and intellectually dishonest imo. Think of it like a bully vs bullied type of thing. There’s this kid and his asshole friends who gets to bully you for weeks, months, or even years and face no repercussions. Then, one day you get fed up, and start fighting back. Whether that be with words, feet, fists, or what have you. If you go down, you go down swinging. When the dust settles, BOTH of y’all are getting disciplined(detention, suspended, expelled, not allowed to go on trips, etc) for “fighting”. And there’s a very good chance one of you will be punished much more harshly than the other. Even though you started fighting back. BACK being the operative word. Every single time this kid pushed, hit, kicked, punched, started rumors about, and isolated you, nothing was done. The one time you start fighting BACK, both of y’all get in trouble because the school has a “zero tolerance policy”.

But you know that’s not true. It can’t be. You’ve been telling the teachers, guidance counselors, and vice principal about what’s been going on. But nothing was done about it. Or if it was, you were the one who was told to move seats. Or switch to a different classroom. Or just ignore them. Or “maybe they’re lashing out cause they have problems going on at home.” It was nothing but excuses when you were getting pushed around. Now when you fight back it’s a problem. Now take that metaphor and apply it to Caitlyn and Jinx. Caitlyn is like that fat rich asshole with parents on the PTA who make hefty donations to the school. Jinx is like the scrawny little nobody who has no one to stick up for them. Piltover is the school system. Caitlyn’s privilege isolated her from any meaningful consequences, while Jinx’s lack of privilege guaranteed she’d face hefty consequences, much more than Caitlyn ever would.

Jinx has lost: her birth parents as a result of state sanctioned violence, her adoptive brothers, her sister, her best friend, her adoptive father, Silco, her sister again, her adoptive brother again, her new friend, her sense of self, her life(possibly) and she has to deal with being an oppressed person who struggles with mental health issues on top of all that. Caitlyn has lost: her mother, and her eye. That’s it. She’s never forced to give anything up. She never had to reckon with the reality of what it means to be not just a Piltie, but a Kiramman, and a dictator on top of that. We never see her be genuinely remorseful about her horrible actions in Zaun. Nor does she try to apologize to the people in Zaun or meaningfully make amends. No, Caitlyn gets to live in that big shiny house of hers with her father and girlfriend and the months she spent co-signing martial law will never be addressed. To bring it back to the bully vs bullied comparison, this means that Jinx would have been expelled for fighting back, while Caitlyn gets ISS(in school suspension). “Both sides are bad” yeah well you clearly believe one side is worse! And it’s not the correct one!

Piltover is an oppressive, classist, ableist, and brutal institution. Caitlyn was the head of this institution for months after she experienced a fraction of what Zaunites have experienced for centuries. At the end of the day, Caitlyn’s actions were brushed aside and she got her happy ending, though it wasn’t deserved whatsoever. Meanwhile Jinx, Sevika, Ekko, Isha, countless other Zaunites, and Zaun as a whole did nothing but suffer their whole lives and now they have nothing to show for it. “Both sides are bad” but the bad that the institution is responsible for is never called out, while the bad that the oppressed people did is blown out of proportion and they are severely punished for it.

And yes, I know I’m talking about a mainstream television show with white/non black people in the writers room. I knew I was never gonna get the pro revolution story I wanted to see, and I’ve made peace with that. But, if they wanted to have a “both sides” narrative so bad, then they should’ve stuck with it. BOTH SIDES should have equally suffered and had to reckon with their wrongdoings. The responsibility for doing so shouldn’t have solely been on the shoulders of the minority group. THAT’S the crux of the issue. I was always gonna think “forgiveness” was the coward’s way out. But they never show Piltover apologizing. Only Zaun does, and that’s not right.

[amethystwrytes]

Also doing this unsolicited bc I want to lol

1. What’s your current bias line?

Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin - but honestly lbr, it’s whoever I’m looking at at the moment 🥴

2. Who’s the one that made you stan?

Changbin, no question, and it was the “I’m so sensitive because I’m so hungry” clip that got me because same sweetie, same.

3. What song was your first?

The first SKZ song I ever heard in full was Gods Menu. And yes, I just wanted to see that part with Felix cookin’ like a chef lmao.

4. What’s your current favorite song?

Man, they’ve been killing it lately, but I’m still not over my little Chk Chk Boom moment.

5. What members personality resembles yours the most?

Minho, I’m pretty sure anyway.

6. If you had to pick a specific racha, which would you choose?

Ugh. I feel like 3Racha is the correct answer but my heart says DanceRacha 💃🏻❤️

7. Which attribute of the members do you like the most?

I mean, Changbins biceps, duh.

8. What’s your favorite album?

I’m going to be honest here and admit that navigating KPop albums is not my strongest suit - it’s a lot lol - but ATE has bops on bops on bops and is currently my fav.

9. Do you own any albums?

Nope. Lmao. Sorry🙃

10. Have you been to a concert?

Also no. I just really hate spending so much money on concert tickets these days just to go get knocked around, not be able to see, and get lost in the screams just to breathe the same air as my favorite artists. It’s a sensory/me issue 🤷‍♀️

11. Who’s your favorite duo?

Hyun…ho? Minjin? Hyunjin and Minho lmao

12. Favorite cover/solo song?

It’s not a straight up solo - but I do really like the song Drive.

13. Favorite SKZOO?

Leebit 🩷

14. If you had a day with one member what would you want to do with them?

I would want to cook with Minho, and just eat and watch movies and veg out on the couch all day. He could cook us up a meal and I could bake something sweet 🥰

15. Who’s your favorite singing voice?

Seungmin and Minho but honestly Han has a beautiful voice, so does Chan…fuck it… all of them lmao

16. Who’s your favorite to watch dance?

Hwang Hyunjin. With my sweet Minho coming in a close 2nd.

17. Do you have a favorite SKZ Code?

I’ve not seen them all, but I laugh every single time I see the clip of Seungmin losing it during flying yoga. Every single time 😂

18. Favorite MV?

Hmm. I really couldn’t pick so I’ll say Gods Menu since that’s the first one I ever saw and a girls first time is special 😂

19. Who do you think you’d be best friends with?

Probably Minho or Hyunjin tbh

20. Let’s feed those delusions, who are you picking for a date and what are you doing?

I’m picking Lee Minho and we’re staying in on a chilly day and watching movies and cuddling.

.·:*¨ 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 ¨*:·.

20 Questions for my fellow Stays!

Making a little tag game because I love them and I’m nosy tbh. I also just love interacting with yall!

1: What’s your current bias line?

2: Who’s the one that made you Stan?

3: What song was your first?

4: What’s your current favorite song?

5: What members personally resembles yours the most?

6: If you had to pick a specific racha which would you choose?

7: What’s one attribute of the members do you like the most? (Example: Chans dimples)

8: What’s your favorite album?

9: Do you have any albums?

10: Have you been to a concert?

11: Who’s your favorite duo?

12: Favorite cover/solo songs:

13: Favorite SKZOO?

14: If you had a day with one member what would you wanna do with them?

15: Who’s your favorite singing voice?

16: Who’s your favorite to watch dance?

17: Do you have a favorite SKZ Code?

18: Favorite MV?

19: Who do you think you’d be best friends with?

20: Let’s feed those delusions, Who are you picking for a date and what are you doing?

[cosmicanakin]

quick lil thanksgiving SOLDIER BOY drabble 🍁

YAP SESH! there might be a few mistakes from how fast i was typing this while eating lol & some warnings i might've missed. so, do let me know if you see any <3

WARNING(S)! smut | oral sex (f!receiving) | strong language | table sex | pure filth | overstimulation | DOM!BEN | unprotected sex (stay safe out there yall) | ben throwing his F bombs. ᡣ᭡ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.

୨ৎ JENSEN'S LIBRARY.

thanksgiving with ben was quiet, just the way he liked it. no family, no friends, no bullshit—just his girl and a bottle of bourbon on the table. he'd insisted on a small dinner, something simple, and you were happy to oblige. but as you're sitting across from him, laughing softly at one of his sarcastic remarks, you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a little too long, a little too hungry.

"what?" you ask, raising a brow, still mid-bite of your food.

he smirks, leaning back in his chair, his thick arms crossed over his chest. "just thinkin' how fuckin' pretty you look tonight. sittin' there in that little dress like you didn't know what was gonna happen."

you roll your eyes, but your heart skips a beat. "ben, it's thanksgiving. can't we just get through dinner for once without you—"

before you can finish, he's already on his feet, rounding the table. you barely have time to react before he grabs you, his large hands sliding under your thighs to lift you out of your chair.

"jesus christ, ben!" you gasp, laughing breathlessly as he sets you down on the dining table, plates clattering as he pushes them aside without a care.

"what?" he mocks you, his voice low, rough, and full of that cocky charm. "can't help it, doll. you're sittin' there lookin' like dessert." his hands are already sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress higher and higher until it's bunched around your waist.

"ben, the food—"

"fuck the food." his grip tightens as he yanks your panties down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. "this is what i'm thankful for."

before you can argue, his mouth is on you, hot and wet as his tongue drags through your folds. you suck in a sharp breath, your hands flying to his hair, tugging at it as he buries his face between your thighs. he groans against you, the vibrations making your toes curl as he sucks on your clit, his beard scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"goddamn," he mutters, pulling back just long enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. "you taste s'fuckin' good, baby."

you whimper, your head falling back as his tongue dives back in, licking and teasing until your legs are shaking around his head. but then he growls, low and frustrated, pulling away abruptly.

"fuck this," he mutters, standing up and fumbling with his belt. "these fuckin' pants—" he tugs them down impatiently, his cock springing free, thick and hard and already leaking.

"ben—" you start, but he's already lining himself up, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the table.

"you got somethin' t'say, sweetheart?" he taunts, his smirk widening as he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke, filling you completely. your gasp turns into a moan, your nails digging into his arms as he sets a bruising pace.

"fuck—you feel so good," he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you're sure they'll be bruises tomorrow morning. "been thinkin' about this all fuckin' day. you, laid out like this, takin' me so fuckin' well.”

you're a hot mess beneath him, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room alongside your moans. his thrusts are quick, steady, relentless, leaving you no room to catch your breath as he fucks you hard and deep.

"ben—fuck—too much—" you whimper, trying to push at his hips, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand.

"nah, baby," he growls, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "you can take it, like the good girl you are. i know you can."

his free hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. you cry out, your back arching off the table as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around him.

"that's it," he groans, his pace faltering as he chases his own release. "fuckin' love watchin' you fall apart f'me."

he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep as he comes, his groan low and guttural. for a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing as he rests his forehead against yours, his grip on your wrists loosening.

"happy fuckin' thanksgiving, babydoll," he mutters, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he kisses you, slow and full of love for you.

you laugh breathlessly, shaking your head. "you're unbelievable."

"yeah," he smirks, pulling out of you and stepping back, "but you love me."

and as you lay there, still trembling from the intensity of it all, you can't exactly argue with that.

[kaliforniahigh]

Folio cumming in you and eating you out thots (thank you to that anon for these)

You're embarrassed when you realize what he's doing through the drunken haze of your lashes, still coming down from that high. You're sensitive and you whine, but you don't push him away. You're embarrassed because you've thought about this on multiple occasions. You've even slid your own fingers down between your folds after you've fucked and he's gone to the bathroom for a towel to clean you up, and finger fucked yourself just to get enough of your mixed cum on them before you have a taste. Whenever he's eating you out, that's what you think of him as doing, cleaning you up of his cum because he's a good boy and you're practically cooing that each time to him every time he's between your thighs, but not this time. This time you're too embarrassed to admit the dirtiness of your fantasy, the one which is quickly becoming a reality before your very eyes. You can feel his tongue rolling around as he licks you clean, burying into you, his nose pressing to your sensitive clit. It's overwhelming and he's like a hungry animal determined for more.

When he finally comes back up, you're breathless, your body shaking from another orgasm he's set off but he's not done with you yet and he tells you he wants more. You feel him slide in and you're so wet there's no resistance to him, you're welcoming him to fuck you, to fuck his cum back into you while allowing him to fill you up again. You can't get any words out, you're just moaning and whimpering louder and louder as he whispers the dirtiest things in your ear because he knows this is what you want, he can't believe how fucking filthy you are and he loves that, he loves that you wanna be his cum slut and the whine you make in response tells him he's right because god, you are, you want to be. You wish that he could fuck you, fill you, and lick you clean on repeat. You kiss him, wanting to taste you both on his tongue and that sends him over because he loved the way you both taste together and now sharing it with you was that final push he needed to fall over into cumming again.

THE WAY I TOOK A DEEP BREATH BEFORE READING THIS BECAUSE I KNEW IT WOULD RUIN ME 😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ANON!!!!!

This thoughts are fucking killing me!!!!

[daughter-of-a-hungry-ghost]

I’m so mad. We did end up going to my parents for Thanksgiving. I put food on my plate and just picked at it. My dad is the first one to ask me if I was okay followed by my grandma asking the same thing 3 seconds later. I told everyone to please not ask me about me eating as I was just not that hungry. My grandma replied asking why and everyone could see I was mad. I’m a daddy’s girl so he told my grandma to stop. She keeps going, asking if I am on a strict diet and if I don’t like the food. I just shut down and didn’t answer. Fuck this stupid holiday

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Charlie looked like she was going to cry, Adam sighed and took a breath

Adam: Look, it's nothing personal I'm just doing my job. Those victims up there deserve their peace, the assholes that raped, tortured and or killed them? Not so much. You understand that right?

Charlie: .... Yes.

Vaggie: Why don't you tell us who CAN be redeemed.

Adam thought for a moment, really thought about it.

Adam: IF redemption is even possible then it can only be for people who are truly remorseful for what they did. Or only did something small or is in Hell for their own actions that only affected themselves. Don't waste your time on people who only want a free fucking ride or don't want to help themselves.

Charlie: How am I supposed to know why someone's here other than the obvious ones?

Adam: That's the challenge isn't it? And as long as I'm standing, no murderer, rapist, or pedo will ever cross the golden gates. They don't deserve it.

Charlie: ..... What about people with addiction?

Adam: Yeah I guess. But they would have to be 100% clean. There are no drugs up there. And just glancing around once a year, there's cocaine in vending machines.

Avery: Mama!

Adam turned and smiled at his little angel: Yes sweetie? Are you hungry?

He took out a bottle for her and warmed it with his magic and handed it to Lucifer who gave her her bottle.

Alastor: My, what is all this? Two angels at the hotel?

Adam jumped from hearing Alastor right behind him.

Adam: Who the fuck are you?

Alastor: Alastor! I'm the manager, you must be Adam and Avery, Lucifer's baby mother.

Adam felt his eye twitch, it might be true but the fucker doesn't have to say it.

Adam: And why might you be in Hell?

Alastor: Oh I kill and eat people.

Adam: Ha! A killer cannibal.

He turned to Lucifer who looked at him, he didn't look happy about this smiling freaks appearance either.

Adam: Keep that asshole away from her.

Lucifer: You don't even need to ask.

Adam: Good.

When Avery was done eating Adam took her to their room so he could change her diaper.

Lucifer glared at Alastor: You're not going to fucking ruin this for me you Bambi reject.

What about an au where Adam goes to Hell for night trips, wher ehe just parties and fucks. He has a disguise (it's just a slightly different looking helmet).

Lucifer joins his daughter and her friends at a bar, where he sees "Adam". He instantly knows it's him, but he's curious as to what he's doing.

So Lucifer spends hours flitting with him and buying him drinks to get him drunk. But Lucifer actually finds himself having a great time.

Long story short- they fuck, Adam doesn't let Lucifer know he's Adam. He goes back to Heaven and after a few months, he finds out he's pregnant.

Which is fucking weird cause he's definitely a dude, and he's very dead. But Lucifer's the Devil 🤷.

He basically has to play it off as him getting fat. It's working until the next meeting with Lucifer happens during his ninth month, and he's goes into labor right in front of Lucifer.

Lucifer: Why didn't you tell me your were fucking pregnant!?

Adam: Because you didn't know it was me!!

Lucifer: Yes I did! You have the same face!

Adam: ..... Oh..