#anyway I am blissed out of my skull

[bace-jeleren]

WotC dropping Duskmourn news today like

[gothic-thoughts]

Heartbeat

(Zoro he don't mean nothing to me baby, I promise)

Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Pirate!Reader

CW: Reader's fed up wit Sanji's flirty self, Reader's on top, she/her pronouns, afab parts mentioned, hate fucking, riding, edging, vulgar words(he's a whore🙄), damn near porn w/o plot

Word Count: 1070 (give or take)

"Heh, s-so territorial. Ungh, sugar~"

Sanji let out shallow pants as I slowly lift myself up and down his sensitive shaft. He slowly bucked his hips up against my pelvis, desperately looking for more friction, earning another harsh slap to his thigh. The blonde Frenchman tugged at the ties that kept his wrists connected to the wooden poles of his headboard. 

"Knew I’d probably get a rise out of you but, ngh, didn't think you'd go this far."

"Shut up." I groan, clenching around him, "You know what you did."

"Yeah, I do, so you can...ngh, st-stop now."

"Do you?" I stop moving, "Has it finally sunken into that thick skull of yours?"

He pants heavily before chuckling "You're mad at me because I'm too charming. But isn't that why you--shiiit."

I clench around him, "You know what you did."

My arousal dripped down his sensitive shaft as I bounced on it with soft moans in his ear. His hips bucked as he struggled and panted, trying to keep it together but soft moans still came out anyway. I abruptly stop bouncing and look at his blissed-out face, as he starts gasping again.

"(Y/n), s'il vous plaît. Just..." Sanji gulps, "Just let me c-cum, please. I'm fucking begging you." 

"And I'm not fucking listening. I told you not to hang out with her again."

"She asked me to help her move something! Y-you can't be completely mad!"

"I am. You think I don't know how often you hang out with Nami's sister?"

"And nothing happens but harmless flirting, baby. Nothin' serious."

"Nigga, I don't want you flirting at all. I told you I don't like that shit."

I purposely squeeze around his incredibly hard cock making his head hang forward as another moan falls from his wet lips. He looked up at me with a dizzy smile and giggles, so I cupped his chin and focused his gaze on mine.

"Somethin' funny?"

"Oh, nothing~"

"We can go at this for another 20 minutes if you want."

He chuckles darkly, "You...you little minx."

"Then what's funny?"

"You just look so pretty when you're mad, t's making me so fucking hard."

"And yo ass gon stay hard. I’m not letting you cum and if you do, not inside."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening. "What? No, no, no baby."

"I said what I said."

"You don't mean that, y-you like it too much."

"Try me." I growl.

"I apologized like a hundred times already, mon amour!"

"No, actually, you teased me about being jealous and tried to get free this whole time."

“Ugh, you little...." He trails off into an evil giggle, "This won't hold me forever.”

"Sure it will. And even if it can't, it's gon hold you long enough until you're so drained, you can't get me back."

"Eventually I'm gonna lose it, sugar girl; just you wait. You can take me for now but when it’s my turn, you're gonna get it, femme."

I lean into his face, squinting. "Is that so?"

"I’ll fuck you senseless and turn you into a sobbing mess. Both you and this perfect fucking--oh fuck, unngh~"

I grind down on him, smirking when Sanji's hips stutter. I grab his shoulders, position my legs into a crouching position, and plunge, hearing moans fall from his pretty, swollen lips as he tries to finish his sentence. The chef's back arches, hand gripping the headboard.

“Merde, ngh mon dieu. Keep going, don't you f-uckin' st--mm~!”

"That feels good, blondie?"

"Hah, yes baby. Just let me cum, douceur (sweetness), please. I'm getting close, I can't anymore."

Sanji tugs on restraints while his thighs shook and tensed under me. His hips bucked up into me as I slammed myself on him, making us both moan out and toss our heads back. I try to bounce harder but once I notice he's enjoying it too much, I stop my hips, panting just as hard as he was.

"N-no." His panting fades into an evil chuckle, "Non, je ne pense pas. (no, I don't think so)."

"Oh m'god, S'nji~"

He tugs hard on the restraints, ripping his hands free and breaking the small wooden poles in the headboard. I gasp as he sits up, flipping me to my back as he pins my wrists above my head and thrusts at a fast and hard rhythm. He grips my ass and pulls me into him, coaxing himself deeper into my squeezing pussy, dipping his face into my neck, sucking hickeys and bites marks into it. I gasp and moan in his ear at the sudden rough pace as he completely takes over.

"You're not going anywhere." He pants, essentially growling desperately into my neck, "Feels so fuckin' good."

"B-baby, chill, mmh my god!"

"Pas encore (not yet). I didn't get you back for that little, half-hour tantrum you made me sit through."

"M-maybe if you stop eye-fucking Nami's sister, w-wouldn't have a f'ckin' attittude."

"You act like I'd fuck her. You know I can't help but compliment a beautiful woman, doesn't mean I'm not with most beautiful one dans le monde (in the world)."

"J-jus....deeper~"

He chuckles, "Sorry but you're gonna have to beg me now. What's my name, mon cherie?" 

"Deeper, baby, please~!"

"That's not it."

"Sanji!"

"Encore une fois. One more time, and I'll give you what you want."

"G'deeper, please, I'm so close."

"I said--"

"Fine, maybe I sh-should I jus' flirt wit Zoro...."

His hips stutter at my words and I instantly regret them as he puts my legs over his shoulders, grip my wrists tighter as he starts pounding into me, now fueled by rage. His hips speed up slapping against mine with every thrust, the amount of force making the bed clash against the wall.

"You think you're funny? Huh? I may be a flirt but that moss-headed brute is where I draw the fucking line."

Each drag of his cock in and out of my insides makes my eyes roll back into my skull, the wet squelching echoing in the room getting louder as I cum hard. I grip the sheets, my eyes roll back and my legs tremble near his ears while my pussy spasms around him. He groans, slowing down only to draw away his orgasm before speeding up again.

"Who you cumming for, huh? Is it mosshead, cuz I don't think so. Tell me who's driving you insane."

I couldn't even respond with the way he was drilling into me with every word. He knew I couldn't do anything but gasp and groan when he reached deep and drags along my spot. I feel my juices roll down my ass and make the sound of his hefty balls quickly slapping on me louder.

"Speak, sugar; talk to me. Tell me who's making a mess outta you."

"Y-you, you; you baby, you are~! Don't stop, f-uck!"

“Mmh, b-baby~ You think I want her like this? She may be pretty but you know my cock only goes inside you. You're the only one that can take me so easily, sweet girl."

"B-baby, I can't!"

"S-sure...you...can, ngh. Now forgive me, dammit."

"I f'give you, I forgive you! I'm s'rry!"

"G-good. So....cum....again..."

I scratch at the blankets and yell his name making the grip on my waist tighten as he moans my name into the lip he was biting. I run my fingers through his hair and he can't help but let out a softer moan, his forehead coming down to rest on my collarbone as he practically melts at the affection.

His pace stuttered but he continued to massage himself with my tight walls while grasping at my hips desperately. Sanji suddenly pulled them to his pelvis with a moan as thick cum sprayed insides while I squeeze around him. We were both panting, words caught in our throats as he slowly pulls out with a tired smile. His body gives out and collapses onto mine with soft pants and broken breaths.

"Are we...done n-now?"

"No more flirting."

"I don't know....if this is how you act, I have to think about it."

[vitamin-cunt]

A/N: ahhh sorry anon, I didn't know if these characters were together or separate so I wrote them separate 😭- V

CW: degradation, foot humping, low key footworship when I think abt it, loss of virginity, vibrators up their asses yall already know what's up

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Painslut! Tanjiro would be too shy to admit he's feeling good.

"I-it- mmmh, it feels weird- nnngh~ this is weird, this is weirddd!"

It was fucking cute to see Tanjiro take a virbator in his ass the first time. What had been a joke between friends had turned into a serious proposition when he'd asked you to take his virginity one drunken night.

You could feel his cock twitching beneath your foot, even with your house slippers in the way. He was spread out against his couch, legs tied and kept apart and arms tied to his back.

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at the display. "Poor, poor thing. You were never gonna be able to have normal sex anyway, hm?" You lean forward, lightly but surely adding pressure to the foot on his cock. "Aren't you glad I took your virginity before other people found out you like to have weird sex?"

His face scrunched up and the tears pressed out in a hot stream against his burning face, running past his quivering lips. He slipped out a breathy moan, as if he had previously been trying to hold his breath and finally been forced to let it out.

He was squirming beneath you, though you took note of how his hips bucked upward and into your foot, as if inviting the pain.

He was clearly ashamed, he could barely look at you. He'd opted to bury his face in his shoulder instead, where he could cry freely.

"I-I'm not- nnngh- weird, this is weird, it's weird!" He moaned into his shoulder.

"Oh?" You ask, stepping harder on his cock. "So normal people like getting their virgin dicks stepped on?"

He, notably, didn't answer.

His thighs shook from the pressure. Every part of his body had become flushed.

It was too much for him, because soon, he was throwing his head back and gasping for air, ready to cum.

He'd thrown shame to the wind, gladly grinding against the pain of your foot, humping until he was spurting pathetically onto your slippers and his stomach, thick and hot, moaning through it.

You didn't hesitate to shove your slipper in his face and tell him to lick it clean.

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Painslut! Zenitsu would beg you to keep going.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, haaah! Nooo, don't stop, not now, no, not yet!"

Zenitsu was nothing but shameless. He loved the pain, the constant buzz of the virbator snug in his ass verses the sharp pain of the pressure of your foot against his cock.

"You're gonna get my foot dirty-" you groaned, referring to the slick mess of a cock you had beneath your foot. "Fuck, you're so gross! How am I gonna clean this shit up?"

He'd grabbed your ankle now, desperate to keep you close. He was humping your leg through the pain, leaning forward so he could press his teary face against your calf.

"I know, 'm gross! Haa-aaah! Just a gross fucking pig! I don't deserve your hands, so give me your foot! P-punish me with your virbator!"

You almost felt sorry for him. But with his eyes rolled back into his skull and his blissed, tongue-out grin, you knew he was in heaven.

Fine. You would spare him.

Your hands wove their way into his hair, pulling his head back as you dug your heel onto his cock, your foot almost slipping from the sheer slick beneath it.

He came almost immediately, as you'd expected. The tears were rolling fat and heavy down his cheeks and landing in his lap, and, unfortunately for you, on your foot.

You would make sure to punish him for that later.

[captain-mj]

Vampire Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Content Warning: Implied delusions?? It used to be true but not anymore and that upset Ghost

Soap got to work immediately on Ghost’s new mask. He needed something that would cover the majority of his face while also not bothering his new ears. 

Ghost was lounging on the couch, giant body on display. 

Soap had to bite his lip and look back at the mask that he was working on. Images of those teeth and that mouth around his… 

Anyway. 

His throat hadn’t quite healed. The bruising had faded but there were two holes in his neck that looked like they might scar despite how gentle Ghost had been. His hips had also not healed. They still ached from how hard Ghost had gripped him when he messed up and said the lord’s name. The way Ghost’s nails had sank into him so deep. It had definitely awoken things in him. Now all he could think about was how nice it would be to have those nails holding him down. Sinking into his flesh again. Ghost’s mouth had been cold. Incredibly soft and cold. 

Ghost hummed. “Johnny. How is my mask coming along? I am tired of this.” 

Soap hated this. He didn’t want Ghost to cover his face again. If he could, he’d draw him right now. Take his immense beauty and get it on paper. He wished he could take photos but he knew Ghost, or… Simon… It was such a trip knowing that name, but he would just disappear. Like mirrors, they couldn’t appear in photos. Which was devastating. He wanted so many pictures of them. But he supposed unlike humans, Ghost would never change. He’d always remain the same. No need for something as silly and sentimental as photos. 

“Soap.” Ghost snapped at him. 

“Oh! Sorry, sir. Yeah, it’s coming along.” He held up the mask for him to look at. Like his old one, it had a skull design on it. It would fit more like a medical mask rather than a balaclava but it was the only design Soap could think of that would work. 

Ghost nodded. “I’ll need you to get more bleach. I want to keep my hair blond.”

Soap paused. “I’m sorry. You get your ears. Rip your mask. Get so distraught you don’t eat. But you had time to bleach your hair?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Ghost nodded like that was okay. 

Soap just shook his head, unbelievable. 

“Johnny, I’d like to talk about yesterday.”

“Yes! I’d also like to talk about yesterday.” Johnny turned around to face him. “I have so many questions. Was my blood really that good?” 

Ghost frowned. “I meant you killing someone.” 

Soap got a bit pale. “Thought we were just going to not talk about it.” 

“Who were they?”

“Don’t know. It was on accident. I thought they’d stop at the sunlight not… Not…” 

Ghost nodded. “Good. Senile. If you’re being forced to tell the truth, you can say they ran out into the sun. If there’s any more details, don’t say them. And don’t tell me.” 

Soap nodded. “Understood, sir. Thank you…” 

“Yeah. It’s alright.” He reached over and grabbed his hair, pulling him over. His hand was so big. It made Soap feel very, very small. “And yes. You did taste good.” 

Those intense, dark eyes stared right through him like he was made of glass. Soap should’ve kept his mouth shut. Should’ve just kept it moving. Let the blissful thing that was Ghost’s attention wash over him. 

He did no such thing. Instead, stupidly, he asked a question. 

“What are you going to do about Price?”

Ghost could hardly be described as a fragile person, but Soap watched something snap. His mouth twisted up into a snarl and he tried so hard to seem angry. 

He didn’t though. 

No, Simon just looked heartbreakingly sad. 

“The only reason I don’t tear him limb from limb is because I can’t.”

Soap swallowed. “Is he why you haven’t turned me yet?”

“I just… want to make sure this is something you really, really want. I want it to be special. For you to have a choice.”

Soap nodded and they kept eye contact. It made Ghost speak again. 

“Price was my commander. He talked to me like I was an equal. Discussed plans with me.” 

Soap squeezed his wrist and he felt him tighten the grip in his hair. It started to hurt but he didn’t want to interrupt. 

“I thought he was attractive. The fangs. The way his eyes glowed. I was swayed. An idiot. A stupid fucking human. Walking into the jaws of something I couldn’t understand. I need to make sure that doesn’t happen to you. That when I sink my teeth right here.” He tapped his gloved fingers onto his jugular. “And claim you as mine for eternity. Make myself your sire. That it’s something you’ll never regret.”

Soap wanted him to continue. To keeping talking in that accent that was both ancient and so modern. 

When it was clear that Ghost would not continue, Soap spoke up. “I do. I want this. Want… Want…” You. Want you. He could say it. Nice and easy.

Rodolfo burst through the doors. Ghost released him and he fell. “Rudy. Something wrong.”

“None at all. Just wanted to check on you. Rough few days.” He reached over and ruffled Ghost’s hair. Soap felt green with envy. The way they interacted so easily. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair. Kiss his temples. Feel his cold mouth on his body again. 

Soap looked away. He reached up and grabbed his necklace, toying with it. His old one had been snapped and unusable, so he got a new one. Protection. 

Sometimes, he didn’t want to be protected. But the little cross stayed around his throat all the same. 

Ghost stood up. “I am going outside to the backyard. Tell me if you finish the mask.” He disappeared in a wave of smoke. 

Rudy looked down at Soap, still on the floor and hummed. “Feel better now that you’ve finally been bit?”

“Surprisingly? Yeah, a little.”

“Good. Happy familiar, happy home.” Rudy seemed to have something they wanted to say. His nails, not quite as sharp as Price and Ghost’s but that was due to age and age alone, picked at his pants. He turned abruptly to leave before swiveling back around. 

Soap waited. It worked with Ghost, so why not.

Rudy took a deep breath. “I think you’re… a good… person.”

Soap almost choked. Was this a compliment? Was he being complimented right now?

“You’re nice. Good.” Rodolfo patted him on the head. “What you did, even if it was stupid, was the right thing to do.”

Soap nodded blankly. They were being nice. 

Too nice. 

“Are you guys going to kill me?”

Rodolfo laughed. “No. We’re not going to kill you. Just relax.” He smiled at him. 

Soap’s heart didn’t slow down.

Ghost came back in eventually. “Price managed to seduce our neighbor and I swear if he eats that guy.” He shoved everything off Soap’s bed to sit on it. 

Soap should’ve reprimanded him, Ghost would probably listen, but he found it endearing. He was sketching. Luckily not Ghost. Just some random portraits. But this did give him a perfect opportunity.

“Ghost, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Can I draw you?” 

Ghost paused at that and looked at him. He weighed his options. “I suppose it has been a long time since I’ve seen what I look like…”

“Exactly. May be good to remember, yeah?”

Ghost tapped his fingers against the wood. “I think my last portraits were made at my wedding.” 

Soap had long since learned that Ghost had married a few times over the years, most of his spouses nothing more than political alliances or were ways to cover up what he was. Both admissions were said with so much guilt when Ghost had drank too much drugged blood that Soap felt inclined to believe him. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Price had an artist paint us consummating in a graveyard.”

“Did you… actually consummate… in a graveyard?”

“Yes. I wore the mask though.” 

Soap laughed a little. “Really? Mask on, fucking in a graveyard?”

“Yes. It was fun. I think that was the last time I get married actually. Didn’t mean much, just a little bit of fun.” He tilted his head back, exposing more of his jaw and throat. It made Soap feel funny things in the pit of his stomach. 

Soap focused on getting him on paper. He had the excuse and the permission to stare at him until he gets his fill. He wants to gulp Ghost down until he can only taste him in his mouth. A bitter aftertaste coffee couldn’t mask. 

Instead, he draws him. He makes two portraits. One he can keep, one for Ghost. He’ll pretend the first one had something wrong with it if Ghost sees it. That way he can have it. He could color it later. Make it as close to real life as possible. 

Maybe it was a tad obsessive, but Soap had always liked his things to be his and his only. Ghost couldn’t be one of his things but the portrait could be. All his. 

He spent the rest of the night and a good bit of the morning like this. Ghost taking up his bed, perfectly still. At one point, Soap was pretty sure he had dozed off, eyes closed and no sign of life in him. 

Soap finished the portrait and as soon as his pencil stopped scratching the page, Ghost opened his eyes and held out his hand. He painstakingly ripped out the page for him and handed it to him. 

“You left out my scarring.”

Soap tilted his head. “What?”

“My scars. The…” Ghost made a motion around his mouth to mimic a blade cutting his mouth. It made him think of the Joker weirdly enough. 

“What scars?”

Ghost looked hurt. “That’s not very funny, Soap.”

Soap didn’t understand, but Ghost seemed so upset it made him want to fix it. “I drew you exactly as you are. I didn’t change any details.”

“Yes, you did. You got rid of my scars. I understand if you don’t like them, but you could just admit it.” Ghost hissed at him. Clearly this was hitting some nerve that Soap couldn’t begin to understand. 

“Ghost. You don’t have any scars.” 

Simon swallowed so hard it made an audible click in his throat. “It’s the whole reason I cover up.”

Soap wasn’t sure if vampirism cured scars, but despite their lifestyles, none of the vampires had any, so it made sense. Maybe they just didn’t notice?

Ghost got up and went looking for Alejandro, Soap trailing behind him. He held the portrait up to Alejandro.

“I look like this?”

“Your hair is a little fluffier, but yeah. That’s how you look.” 

Soap thought Ghost was going to have a meltdown. 

“I look like this? Exactly like this? I have no scars?”

“No? As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been scarred up.” Alejandro looked confused. 

Simon started to scratch at his arm, clearly going through a lot right now. 

Soap made a decision right then and there. He was going to keep Ghost from having to deal with anything else for a bit. It wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to just relax at home for a little while. Just as long as no one brought any more news. 

Price burst into the room. 

“Guys. I’m getting married!!”

[witch-oftheflowers]

Previous

The next morning. When she woke up, when her body remember every ounce of their heated intercourse.

Her eyes snapped open. Softly looking around as she noticed his room was coated in black smoke. It was as if imprinted into the walls. The amount of times the both of them unleashed their abilities. The room showed it

Getting up, she quickly slid into her clothes. Smoothing her hair back the best she could even. She was getting ready to leave. Till he reappeared into the room. Two mugs in his hands, and he wore his everyday mask. The skull seems cold but his eyes seem gentle.

Setting it besides the nightstand. He sat besides her as he looked down

"Do you... regret it?..."

She blinked as she stared at him

"I don't... Do.. you?"

" Heavens no."

They both stared at the other as she tugged on her shirt a tad.

"I hope...you know...that the others also..."

"I told 'hem I claimed you last night... I'm not losing my mate..."

"mate?...Ghost aren't you partially dead?"

"Aren't you 'oo?"

"I am..."

" 'm claiming you as mine Ximena... 'M not sharing... 'M not losing you when you're 'his close." He blocked her in with his arms. Pinning her back into the bed.

His body pressed into hers as she felt a shiver up her spine. Her submissive behavior seeping in as she met his gaze.

"I like that idea... But the others..." She stopped as she was thinking.

"I'm... Supposed to be the lads breeding machine..." She whispered softly as she finally revealed her purpose here.

His eyes soften as he heard those words. His finger caressed her cheek as he was thinking.

"I... Know why we went looking for you... And 'M sorry it was for such a selfish reason..."

"It's hard to find fertile monsters... I didn't know I still was..."

"Special case... Even for a spirit in between..."

"Like you."

"I know... I don't think I can give you children anyways..." His voice was softer as he realized it. Knowing if she did want children... It would be from the others. His hands turned to fists as she sighs.

"We... Can always try?" She suggested,her eyes wishing to seek into his. But his shut eyes made her worry, her palms to his mask covered cheeks. She noticed him stare back finally.

He seems so calm to her words as he snickered. His eyes showing his emotions well, now that she got his close to see em.

"Always worth trying right?... 'M not gonna hold back..."

Her legs were thrown over his shoulders. His nth load seeping into her squishy pussy. Her walls clinging to his hard length as he was curled forward on her.

Soft groans left her lush plush lips. Softly swollen from the amount of bites he left, and the amount of sweet kisses.

"Again-" his voice was low. Hot breath against her ear as he demanded the task

Her thighs felt like they were burning. The way his girthy cock split her open. The way his curves tip bullied her aching womb.

Softly wiggling her toes as she whined in pain

"To much-"

"Hush it. Again. I need to keep you full of MY seed." His voice was trembling. Softly his hard cock was shoved further into her core.

A struggle gasp left her lips as she whimpered out. The size difference between them was clear. She was so tiny and he bullied himself inside.

The way he leaned back. Holding her ankles as he pulled his ten inch cock almost out. His tip coated in his seed as he watched her pussy gush his ten load out. Her ass was coated in it. He didn't care, he wanted her to smell of him. Her body to remember his scent and his seed only.

"Look at the waste..."

He slapped her throbbing clit. A whine left her lips, softly she came as she felt him rub her pussy. Slapping it a bit as he smirked at her weak attempts to move

" 'M going again... Come on sweet girl. One more load. One more time for me?" He coaxed her in as he rubbed her plush large thighs. The way her stomach rolls tucked and showed as she was like a real woman before him.

He slid in more. Stretching her out again as she cried in bliss. Her pussy was making lewd noises as she whined in bliss

"Ghost...Ghost...." She called his name out as she rolled her head back. Her neck exposed, showing all his purple and black marks he left. Lip and hand wise.

His cock bottom out. A groan left him as he sighs. Softly rocking his hips as she whinpers

"more...."

"Anything for you .."

As he snap his hips back and forward again. She whined as he was brutal. Chasing his own climax not hers.

He was quick as he rocked into her body. Pressing her firm into the mattress. Keeping her legs spread wide. A free hand went to her throat as he silenced her. Making her gag as she let lewd noises leave her lips

"Like that? Mmm yeah? This pussy. This body. All mine." He stated as he kept up his pace. Her eyes rolling back as she arches her body off the bed.

Ximena's eyes shut as she cried in bliss

"Ghost!" Soft mumbling sounds left there hips the best she could. Even as his hand tighten leaving a mark on her.

" 'M close.... 'M close. I'ma make you so swollen." He whispered the words as he snapped his hips one more time.

Black smoke spread from him as he climax hard. Pumping her abused pussy with his nth load again. His eyes turned black as he felt his body shake from his final one

"Oh fuck..." He sighs as he reeled it back in. Seeing her with tears down her face and a happy smile to her lips.

He released his grip on her throat. Seeing his smoke infected her a bit

"No no no no..."

"Mmm ok..." She croaked the words out as she sighs. Catching her breath, her legs felt like jelly, easing them off his shoulders.

Her brown eyes sparkled as she wiped the wet tears away. Her hands shook a bit as she reached out and grasped his cheeks

"I'm ok..." Her voice was so meek. Soft and vulnerable as she stared up at him

Ghost stared down. His brown eyes soften as he leaned in. Giving her cheek a kiss as he hums in acknowledgement

"Good girl for me.... I won't hurt your anymore" he spoke as he let himself slip out. Her voice whined at the sudden emptiness.

A deep chuckle left his lips as he watched her wiggle from being empty

"Don't worry, you'll be full all day-"

As the team geared up. Needing to handle a murder of crows, all hybrids.

Rushing through the woods as they split up.

Unlucky for Ximena or lucky maybe. Soap transformed halfway through the haunt.

Her hair was in twin braids. Her red eyes shined as she heard the crows bicker in rage.

"You lead them here! Squak~"

"I did not! Shut up they'll hear us!"

Ximena quickly signal for Soap in engage. Letting him run loose as he bit and caught each one.

A total for five hybrids laid on the floor. Blood soaked the snow floor. Her eyes watching it pool as she radioed in

"Bravo team. We got our marks. How copy?" She spoke as she got closer. Helping Soap discard the bodies into the river near by.

She smiled to the wolf as she gave his chin scratches

"Good boy mi puppito" she praised him as she kissed his cheek.

His tail thump the floor as he nuzzled closer to her. His eyes meeting hers as he beamed

"No. No you can't do this right now during a mission"

She tried scolding the wolf. But Soap didn't care. His muzzle nudged her arms away from her. As his nose boop her nose

"Soap no..we.need ..." She blushes as his tail wrapped around her a bit. Rubbing over her body as she shutter

"Soap no..."

His eyes met hers as he whined. Puppy eyes as he licked her face down to her chest

"Nehh nooo" she whined as his nuzzle rubbed into her breast. Softly she pants as she didn't hear the lads radio in.

Her comms accidentally pressed on as she let a moan out

"Soap~"

The three men froze as they heard Ximena only.

"Blood fuck he shifted. Couldn't even wait." Gaz chimes in as he flew up. Trying to locate the pair

Price sighs as he huffed smoke from his lips.

"Ghost go find them. We haven't finished this mission yet. They'll both need to be punished after"

Ghost stared at him as he simply nods. Heading deeper into the forest

Ximena was on a tree. Her half bent over as Soap's knot was buried into her aching pussy. Cum already leaking out as she whined

"Soap....Johnnnyy~" her moans were pornographic as she wiggles her hips

"Come on hurry- Aahh!" She was shoved forward as he was brutal. Stretching her wide as she whimper from the burn

"Johnny hurry~ it hurts!" She spoke those words. But her cunt was fluttering around him. Getting wetter as Soap kept going. His front paw pushed her down into the floor more. Her ass in the air as he took advantage of her.

"Johnnnyyy~ Oh God please fill me up already!" She moaned the words out. The sound of his hips snapping as he gave one more thrust. His knot buried in her as he dump load after load inside her.

Her legs shook from the weight and pressure. She softly cried from how deep he was, feeling like her insides her rearranged.

A clear and stern cough pulled the two from their thoughts.

Johnny transforming back as he was nude before Ghost.

"Lt. It's not hat-"

"Shut your trap McTavish."

Both stared at the upset Ghost. Seeing his eyes narrowed as he helped Ximena up. Her legs shook, bits of cum dripping down her legs as she met his gaze. Tears in her eyes as she was in pain

"Both yous are in trouble. Back on the helo, we'll handle you two when we're back."

"But Lt she didn't do a damn-"

"Do. I. Make. myself. clear?"

The pair nods their heads as they run off.

Johnny slid clothes back on in the helo. Watching Ximena sit, seeming in pain as she couldn't stand still

" M sorry Bonnie. I promise I didn't meant to hurt ya."

"I'm not hurt... It feels good Johnny. But. But the lads might punish us-"

"Might? More like you are gonna be punished."

Captain Price boom as the two stared at him. Ximena lowered her head a bit as she tried to sit still.

The other two walked in as they tossed the two suspects they needed in. Locking them to their seats.

Price walked over to Ximena as he rubbed her head. Her curls swaying a bit as she stared up to him

"You stupid whore. Letting just anyone touch you"

Her eyes widen as she didn't know how to respond. Simply letting her head hang low as she whimper at the comment.

She was a bit peek as she knew the pair were in for a lecture

" Cap'tan, she didn't -"

"Shut up Soap!" Price roared the words at him as he was glaring down to the two. He was letting smoke out his mouth as he watched them

"You both were reckless! We were in a middle of a mission and you both acted like this!"

Soap flinched a bit at his voice. Looking down as his tail stiffed

Ximena fidget with her hands as she seemed scared. Fearful to get sent back or harmed for her own mistakes. Her eyes wonder over to Ghost and Gaz. The pair staying back as they watched the two.

Gaz gave her a small apologetic smile. Feeling bad for the pair

Ghost was different. His eyes piercing behind his mask as he stared them both down. He was trying to control himself from attacking Soap.

"And you!" Price whipped to Ghost.

"I told you to not let them be together. I especially mentioned to keep them apart! You knew he was close to his cycle."

Ghost flexed his hand as he twitched a bit. Feeling annoyed by the situation

" 'M only responsible for her. He's not my lap dog"

Price glared at him as he spoke up.

"You three will be reprimanded once we get back. Do I make myself clear!"

Loud moans and whines filled the barracks.

Ximena was laying on the floor as she was worn out. An extensive session of the four as they were pushed passed their limits.

She shut her eyes a bit as she wanted to sleep. Ghost came besides her as he was nude.

An arm wrapped around his waist as he lifted her over his shoulder. Giving her arse a nice smack

" 'M not done with you"

"Simon no....no more..." She whined out as she clung to his shoulders. She had cuts and burns on her body from the session with Price

She felt exhausted from being a rag doll today.

" I ain't saying more sex..." He mumbled as he took them into his room. Laying her on his bed as he turned the light on. Black mass was on his hands as he was still upset with earlier.

"I'll run a bath..."

He walked into, letting the water run. As he came back noticing she was asleep.

His hand rested on her waist as he noticed she had a small bump.

That...Wasn't there before...

He got her into the bath after. Easing her in as he let her sleep. Allowing her to get pamper from the heated day they had.

Ghost was actually careful as he ran soap through her hair. Brushing and taking care of his curls.

He's taken a liking to her. Just never wanted to admit to it.

As he dab the burn marks on her body. Careful as he tended to her claw marks on her back.

Damn two couldn't be careful...

He sighs as he got her out. Applying burn cream on her. He lifted her up as he rested her naked body into his bed.

Pulling the blanket up as he covered her. He could feel her body was changing. And he was fearful for a moment.

If she was changing. Would he too?

[changanomaly]

Anyways. Dundie imagines and hcs and other things that pop into my brain about them because I think about them a lot and I hope someone out there cares as much about them as I do or likes them a normal amount and would also be as interested in reading this bullet point list I've made

They're very, very queer. I am just unable to tell you in what way but they ARE trust me

Duncan fell first AND harder. Sadie admits to it first.

They're long distance but they both always try to meet up whenever possible- esp Duncan, not that Sadie doesn't try bc she does but! there was this one time in like Christmas break where Sadie got a phone call from prison and it was Duncan telling her that he fit himself in a suitcase and illegally got into her hometown but don't worry he's gonna break out (she ended up getting him out instead)

Sadie (and Katie who she brings along when she can which is often) do Duncan's nails. He's been doing them himself prior and they're chipped and gross looking and are obviously ONE COAT only which they both say is stupid if he's picking BLACK nail polish like smh

I think Sadie, while bringing out his nicer side, brings out Duncan's awkward side just as much. She swoons easily over him but she's equally as unintentionally charming as he is smooth and it catches Duncan off guard.

Duncan grew out his mohawk after the show because at some point Sadie was trying to braid it while they were hanging out in this awkward point between their like friends and their feelings blossoming. She was a bit sad that she could barely make it into a braid and he. HE REMEMBERS!! and it's only barely braidable but it made Sadie sooo happy

Duncan and Sadie both like being little spoon. THEY TAKE TURNS!!

Sadie made him a little friendship bracelet and he's like so attached to it. He made her a skull in return and AUGHH they're so cute

In terms of love language, Sadie's the type to like giving words of affirmation (she really likes expressing herself verbally, always speaks what's on her mind about him and it's often nice, makes cute nicknames) and Duncan's the type to enjoy gift-giving (he's spraypainted her so many murals in random alleyways) (they both love that abt each other btw.)

Sadie calls him various things. "Duncey" sticks, obviously, but she's tried stuff like "pumpkin" and "sweetie" which he seems to like. She calls him snookums sometimes too and he comments on how they sound old and married. She blushes, he blushes, and they stare for a bit before going back to what they're doing.

Duncan tries to respond back by calling her stuff like his "main squeeze", "sunshine" and "charmer". He also lets her call him by his middle name when they're alone. (I think it's Tate. He looks like a Tate.)

Duncan thinks it's kind of corny but sort of endearing but. They do good night and good morning texts (Sadie initiated and he thought it was adorable and they haven't stopped since)

Duncan usually just sends her pictures of his random alley murals but figured out how to send stuff over to her house and mailed her a brick that he spray painted a small mural on for her. She has it on her desk (which she thanks god can hold it).

Sadie always ends up giving him small trinkets she like to make in return. Made him a little skull pin and gave it during Christmas and he's keeps it wherever he goes even when he doesn't wear it.

Duncan tries to tease her all the time and it seldom works and she usually replies in earnest which flusters him real bad. It's so damn cute.

But when he gets her OHO he gets her GOOD. She starts blubbering about and giggling. Which still flusters him so bad.

This especially happens when they watch horror movies together. Sadie's scared of most of them and clings onto Duncan for dear life when they watch it at home and like. He thinks it's so cute aghh!!

Their future domestic life is kind of bliss. They share an apartment, have a cat and a couple lizards and spiders, maybe. Whenever it's the other's turn to cook they always hug em from behind.

Whenever they visit each other or get to meet up they always leave something with the other person by accident. Duncan has multiple of Sadie's jackets and wears them sometimes and keeps forgetting to return them. Duncan usually leaves his shirts but Sadie actually remembers to return them.

[rodolfoparras]

Also having sex with Gaz except you're both drunk out of your minds and you've gone so many rounds its a sloppy sticky mess where his ass meets your hips, a wet slap bouncing through the room as he rides your cock, he was teasing you before, but now all that escapes his mouth are whimpers while his eyes roll back into his skull, mouth open slightly as he drools down his chin

Your mind's foggy and so is his, and at this point the only thing either of you can feel is the bliss of skin on skin but neither of you can stop, nor do you really want to

ANYWAYS I am very tired rn sorry I just had to share the explosion of ideas rattling around in my brain😷your take on Gaz is literally the best shit I've ever read about the guy

YOU caused this, feel responsible

-🚹

I am so thankful to your brain I wish i genuinely open it and kiss it

You know what I can’t help thinking about how he’s so fucked out of his mind he’s so needy and begging for kisses but he can’t even speak so he’s just chasing your lips and every time you try to pull away he whines in complaint he won’t even stop riding you even though he’s tired body aching and dripping with sweat he just feels so good he could literally sit on your dick til he passes out you could literally be going at it for hours and he wouldn’t stop til he passes out good lord I love him so much

AND PLS THANK YOU can you believe there’s barley any nsfw hc for gaz targed for male readers 😭 and the gender neutral I find always canon him as a dom and I’m like absolutely not sjdjdjd he’s a little brat and I stand by that

[cherubchoirs]

Heyo it's the anon with the long ultrakill dream! Be prepared as it's a bit of a doozy.

The dream starts off with me playing as V1 in first person, and V1 is in the fuckin 5-2 ocean styx level. I perform a slam storage and essentially backwards long jump into a half-buried (or flooded rather) apartment complex that was off to the right, crashing through a window and apparently interrupting a pottery class for a bunch of enemies?? Like there were a few strays and soldiers and one or two filth. I put away my weapons as an apology for interrupting and actually end up joining the class in making a vase. I see an old vase that is detailed with greens and flowers with intricate details and patterns, and I recognise it as nearly identical to a vase I'd seen before. It is at this point that I am forcibly ejected from V1 and they are acting on their own, and I get to see them in third person. They gently take it down from the shelf, and gesture towards it to the instructor. The instructor tells them that that vase is from one of their first classes ever and that the person it belongs to has continued on their journey. Then as V1 stares at the vase a flashback occurs.

Introduced by a crack of thunder in pouring rain, there was V1, out of fuel and nearly fully shut down (I remember there being a hud warning of extensive damage and low fuel), tired and beat the fuck up, essentially dragging themselves into a rather small and stocked shed, where they took a big long "nap" (I'm pretty sure they shut down for a while). Whilst they "napped", the owner of the shed returned, quite possibly the last human left alive. She was an old robotics inventor, having white hair but lots of energy and strength, enough so that she could realise what V1 was, and how to help. She quickly slit her hand in order to give V1 some blood, some fuel.

V1 awoke in a snap, and immediately tried to scramble away from her, thinking that she was gonna kill them, that she was an enemy. They tried to reach for really any weaponry but there was none nearby since this just was an ordinary, but small, shed. The old lady then reached out a hand towards V1 as they panicked, the one she had slit, to show that she was friendly. V1 took it in order to get up and was shown to be around the same height as the old lady, maybe a smidge taller due to her being permanently hunched over? Anyways, the old lady took them in, and I was shown a montage of them growing close; her helping to repair V1 of all the damages they have, V1 helping to get something down from a shelf for her, I think they played mahjong at some point? just generally domestic bliss type deal all set in an old person's home, them both becoming close friends and just. being happy.

Unfortunately that didn't last too long (I have no idea how long, my dream didn't show), as a different machine crashes in through the window, clearly looking to loot the place. I'm gonna be real, I don't fully remember what this guy looks like, the closest thing I could say it looks like would be like a swordmachine but it doesn't have a sword and that large pillar of a head. A fight breaks out between it and V1, who was downstairs washing dishes at the time, and it's mostly just a punchout that V1 is winning. They do end up breaking a very nice looking table by slamming the intruder over it, which wakes up the old lady, who comes down to investigate with an old bullet-based shotgun. The intruder lunges for her, only really seeing her as a source of fuel rather than.. anything else. It ends up punching its arm through the old lady, but that doesn't matter as V1 immediately wrecks it, smashing in its skull with their foot, sending sparks everywhere. V1 then holds the old lady in their arms as she's dying, telling them how good they were, how glad she was to meet them. V1 just hugs her and brings her closer in order to say goodbye, looking lost and clearly very upset. It then smash cuts to her grave (the text on it was just squiggles to me) with V1 standing in front of it, it was very blue and raining hard so I'm pretty sure it was storming again. They drop a small bouquet made out of wildflowers onto her grave, clearly unsure on how to feel but definitely repressing most emotion. Then it transitions to V1 outside an old abandoned building, who crashes in through the door, using the shotgun the old lady used to brutally murder a bunch of other machines until it ran out of ammo, wherein they tossed the gun and opted to punch out the 2 of them left whilst getting decently hurt in the process, and thusly made their way through to the entrance way to hell we see in the intro.

Then it transitions back to them holding the vase, so tightly in fact, it cracks a little, which causes them to freak out a little cartoon style, and put it gently back where they found it, giving it one final look back before closing the door to the cabinet it was in, which is where the dream ends.

Fun little tidbit, since the old lady never got a name in the dream, after much deliberation, I decided to name her Eve :)

GUUAHHH....ANON THIS IS SO SWEET AND SO SAD.....it makes me think about how i like to imagine v1 did harbor some positive emotion for the mechanics that saw to its maintenance in its testing phase - it isn't too fond of the ones who made it, the people that would pull it apart or scramble its code, but the people that only ever repaired its damage? it liked them in what limited way it could then (and knowing humans, how attached they get to little robots, they had affection for it too) AND SO....thinking of it finding someone like that as the world has nearly collapsed...even if the time was relatively brief...i know it would remember that person somewhere. and i also am deeply fascinated by v1 finding people it knew in its journey through hell - in that comic i made of violence, i actually considered adding in an extra page that showed the husks repairing some little damage that v1 couldn't heal. it has recognition in it, and i'm just gonna CRY thinking about it holding that little vase ;o; this just very much makes me think about how everyone in this world has lost something, that the end of the world is the end of everything for everyone...even the machines, nothing can outlive it. this was so good anon thank you for sharing it with me...i wonder if v1 will find eve ever again....ooughguhghghgkhjj

[werdlewrites]

Season of The Witch (Steve Harrington x OC?)

Chapter Six: The Boogeyman

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UPDATED 7/21/24

Summary: The rearview mirror held her reflection for only a brief moment, looking drained with heavy eyes. The fire within her skull was growing by the minute, pounding, pressing against the walls like something wanted to break free. The mirror was cast away, looking to the sea of nothingness just behind her. It held a familiar feeling you had as a child, running up the stairs from a dreary basement, crying about “the boogeyman” chasing you, or trying to grab at your ankles. Warnings: Pill usage? (for migraines, shout out to my chronic migraine gang) Word count: 1,998

Time had drifted on, and things were becoming very boring very quickly. Minutes had become hours, and those hours had been spent creating a board for their project, only to mess up and completely re-do it with spare items they thankfully brought with them. As if predicting this would be the end result. 

By the time the sun had set, Vespucci was long forgotten on the floor, and the two friends were scrambling through the Byers’ kitchen for food. Not just banana bread, but dinner. Making macaroni and cheese from the box was a simple task, but somehow they managed to make it difficult by bickering about instructions. The hunger pains had clearly fogged their minds. 

“I’m telling you, Jonathan. Y’need salt." Autumn groans, staring at a pot of still water, heating up at what she would describe as a snail's pace. 

“It doesn’t need anything,” he bites back, digging through cupboards for the one colander they owned. “It just has t’get hot-” 

“Salt raises the boiling point,” she states matter-of-factly, arms crossed and a little annoyed by his arguing. 

Seeing her stance, Jonathan stands looking defeated and simply waves her off, pasta catcher in hand, and his friend jumps to take control of the situation. He watched as dull water quickly began to boil, to which he couldn’t help but say, “It was probably almost ready, anyway.”

The pair are leaned up against the kitchen counters, silently digging into their bowls with pure bliss written across their faces. A day of hard work leading up to this moment was all worth it. Even though Autumn was convinced this would be their last project together for a while, a much-needed break was due. But in the ticking seconds of silence, there was still a lingering heaviness she tried to ignore. A casual dance of eyes roamed between her and the food in his hand, contemplating if he should bring their earlier conversation back to light. But his worries and curiosities get the better of him, and he is unable to stomach his food any longer until he asks. “What’s it like?” 

With the question, the girl at his side pauses, her gaze cast up to him with the spoon hanging from her mouth. She wants to ask what he means, but he doesn’t give her the chance. “I mean,” he starts up, setting the bowl down on the counter behind him to cross his arms. “I know what it’s like. Or, at least I knew,” he says with a small shrug. “But you—you've done a lot. You’re always pushing harder, going further.” 

Silence overcomes them once more; the girl’s bowl now hangs low, her appetite dissipating as she drinks in his words with a small sigh. Teeth chewed at her lip anxiously, tugging away the dead skin. “It’s hard t’explain,” she begins in a soft tone. “I don’t know what it’s like for others, y’know? Books can only do so much. It’s just who I am. It’s what I was meant t’do. Natural,” she ends with a shrug. “Some people just strive t’be surgeons; it’s in their blood,” she mumbles, aimlessly stirring the noodles back and forth, a smile slowly inching forward. 

“I talk t’dead people. It’s just how it is,” Autumn laughs before taking another spoonful, pausing the moment the metal hits her tongue as an icy chill runs along her spine and through her neck, kissing every bone as it goes. It sputters outward through the nerves, fading as it moves through them. Jonathan is already at the sink, emptying and cleaning his bowl, when hazy vision sets in. There’s haste as she excuses herself, nearly dropping her dinner as she makes her way to their bathroom just down the hall.

The door is shut behind her, sloppy hands frantically locking it for extra measure before they grip the edges of the sink, holding her steady as the world ahead sways. Soon, it all turns violent and heavy, like a tidal wave. If it weren’t for the chill of the porcelain against her skin, she wouldn’t be able to tell where her hands even were—drifting in a dizzying void as a familiar pain in her skull made its presence known. Like a screw slowly twisting its way into the wood, already at the brink but being pushed further until the wood splinters. Like a balloon stretched to its capacity with a single drop of water, it’s exploding from pure tension. 

There’s a sting behind her heavy eyes and a ringing in her ears as the pressure builds. Autumn feels warm, rapidly becoming hotter with anxiety, so she lets the cold water run, letting it pool into her hands before splashing it over her face. Chilled hands ran along the back of her neck, digging deep to pull at tensed muscles. And as her hands go back in, there’s a sudden stillness in her chest. No ting in her ear or the sound of running water. Her fingers were aimed downward to collect the water in a sink that had vanished, replaced with a long stretch of nothingness. Looking up, she sees no mirror. Only the ash-filled sky filled with strikes of lightning, just like her nightmare from before.

That same fear finds her. It twists at her insides, leaving her legs weak yet strong enough to inch back with cautious steps, seeking an escape. The back of her knees are quickly met with something solid, and her frozen heart lurches up into her throat. It all happens so quickly. The thought of something made of terror just behind her back has the girl spinning on her heels. 

A shaken hand whipped back to fend off subconscious evil, only to be met with a shower curtain. For a moment, Autumn feels as though she is stuck in a state of shock, unable to process despite the material so easily bending to her touch. There was no darkness. No void. There was no hazy vision to leave her blind—only a thundering heartbeat within her frail ribcage and a migraine, threatening to take her out for the remainder of the night. In the mirror, only frightened eyes look back at her—weary and confused. No ash or sparks of electricity dancing through the sky or some demonic creature bearing its teeth at her. It’s the only relief she has, though she remains unsteady with a sickening feeling in her gut as she exits the bathroom. 

Trembling hands press firmly into the walls for support; weak and worried, she may collapse just as she had in the store. But with the sight of Jonathan racing around the corner, her stature is straightened with a forced smile on her lips, while he seems a little more frazzled. “Hey, uh,” he stammers. “I just got a call from work. They want me t’cover a shift tonight.” 

“Oh!” Autumn’s response seems a little too eager. Too eager to separate. To say goodnight and isolate herself in her bedroom as nightmares slipped through the cracks of her mind. “Yeah, okay. Of course. I was getting tired, anyway,” she waves it off, looking out to their nearly completed homework. “Tomorrow, then?” 

He nods in agreement before the two of them officially part ways for the night. Autumn gathered her things to leave, and Jonathan scrambled through his room to get ready for an unexpected night at work. All too quickly, she was left in anxiety-inducing silence. The only thing to keep her company was the hum of the engine. The wheel was trapped within an iron grip, and the knuckles noticeably paled even without the aid of sunlight. 

The rearview mirror held her reflection for only a brief moment, looking drained with heavy eyes. The fire within her skull was growing by the minute, pounding and pressing against the walls like something wanted to break free. The mirror was cast away, looking at the sea of nothingness just behind her. It held a familiar feeling you had as a child: running up the stairs from a dreary basement, crying about “the boogeyman” chasing you, or trying to grab at your ankles.

Autumn was positive one or more traffic laws had been broken to get home, taking note of the empty driveway as sluggish feet maneuvered the path. There was no father to ask her about the day. To ask her how she was and why she had suddenly left all of her things at the door. There was no father to ask for an explanation of what she was seeing and what she was doing to better herself to stand up against it all. 

Instead, she was left in peace to rummage through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, her unsteady fingers struggling to twist open the cap of an orange bottle and nearly spilling out the little blue pills in her haste. The moment it touches her tongue, there’s a sense of calm in just knowing comfort is on the horizon. A deep breath fills her chest, back pressed to the wall as the medication begins its journey into her system. Autumn is grateful to be alone in these moments. Knowing no one could truly understand what was nestled in the deepest corners of her mind and how it tried to claw its way forward.

And then there are days when she wishes there was more than just an absent father to fully lean on, who spent his time encouraging her to find answers by diving deeper.

Her shoulder slid along the hallway towards the bedroom, the light dim and welcoming. The bed was left unmade as it always was, the bundled-up blankets beckoning the girl back into their comfort. Autumn begins to pull away her layers, letting the chill of the air kiss her warm skin, with piles of fabric falling at her feet, shuffled through as she moves about lazily in the room.

 And through the echoing thunder circling her mind, she can hear something just at her back—something so faint but ear-piercing with the sharp tone of pressure encasing something unknown. Screaming out from force as there was nowhere else for the weight to go—until it caved. Fragile shards scattered across her floor, all from a crystal orb she had set up on her table. The sphere was crushed by the weight of something unseen. It was unrecognizable now. Only pieces of dust and large chunks of glass shimmered and danced under the light, just barely reaching her feet as she stumbled back into the mattress from surprise. The sound rings out in her ears like a melody, pulling her into a trance that gradually weighs down her body with every passing second. She wants to dig herself up and out of the nest that builds around her, but the comforter feels as though it’s slowly engulfing her, ready to strangle a new victim, forcibly pushing Autumn into a state of peace.

Tired eyes stare at the broken pieces. A fogged mind trying to put them back together and make sense of it all. What could have happened? Or if she was simply hallucinating from the sedative swimming through her veins. She could practically envision it—the tablet breaking apart into fragments just like the crystal, simmering into nothingness, and seeping into the walls. 

Autumn can feel herself falling away the more she attempts to fight it off. The girl reaches out, trying to hoist herself from the bed, but she is rapidly growing weaker. A once-racing heart was now becoming distant, slow, and impossible to feel. The girl succumbs to it all. Collapsing into her bed with a hazy gaze cast up towards the ceiling, watching as the subtle patterns stretched into faces and then abstract works of art. Relief was approaching, and her mind was now numb, no longer filled with pain or concern for the mysterious mess on her floor. Soon, heavy eyes fall shut, and painted images dance just behind her eyes as she drifts into a much-needed sleep.

[delcat177]

I keep having these days where I don't know why I'm in such a choppy mood. I sit around feeling anxious and restless, stewing in malaise and reasoning with myself that I have no reason to be feeling that way, I'm making great progress, etc etc.

The bad mood remains. I feel the lizard brain whining, the inner child throwing a tantrum, and it slowly begins to dawn on me that my ears hurt a bit.

Ear pain is one of the great equalizers. It's up there with barking your shins for being so universally, uselessly miserable that the toughest buck in the cowboy club would be pardoned for crying over it.

But I don't realize it, until I have gone through tangible hours of trying to treat myself psychologically and finally listen to the tantrum and lie down horizontally that I realize not only are my ears not just "hurting a bit" but are full-blown aching--and what's more, so is my entire skull, my neck, the socket of my bad eye, because what's actually got my system out of whack is barometric sinusitis, and buddy, that is a Legitimate Hell of a Thing.

I'm not asking for pity or headpats. I am trying to understand how it is that I block out pain so hard. I know that autism is part of it, but I don't know if that's the hypersensitivity or having had to develop pain blocking *because* of the hypersensitivity.

It is so troubling to me, looking back over my past, how many times legitimate health issues flew under the radar because I didn't have the language to communicate what was happening. Children, and not just autistic children, live raw lives without knowledge of what's happening to them or methodology to translate that to adults. It's a harrowing thing to realize.

Anyway I did lie down and my ears went brrrrrr and I'm feeling my sinuses decongest, which is one of the great equalizers in the other direction. The preacher at Fundie School, a thoroughly deplorable man, once wandered on one of his tangents through the sheer bliss of your nose clearing near the end of a bad cold, of snuffling in novelty of fresh, cool air, and in that, I have to agree with him.

Equalizers and counterbalances. I dunno. Sometimes I write words.

Love and peace, Vash the Stampede style, to everyone struggling with barometric issues right now <3 It's a hell of a storm, and it's okay if your head hurt and it sucks, we can all be whiny bastards together o7

[richardratcz]

This is when the “I'm always chasing rainbows” song from the Pilot occurs and only mention some of the changes I made

Most notably, the picture book does not occur here because it was shown separately in the Prologue to the thing, so I have more time to show Hell itself (Time travel!). The scene starts with the view of a huge pit of mud, from which we can see newcomer sinners crawl out of, their bodies covered in the mud, the Pentagram in the distance (A cameo/teaser for my OC Chole). Now we are shown the city itself, some of the scenes stay the same except Rosie painting over the Emporium sign (I scrapped that completely, Rosie is a sweetheart she couldn't do such a thing!) I added some scenes showing the party club of Missi Zilla, Rosie is shown standing behind the counter in her Emporium busy with her customers, a battlefield post Extermination and some of the new comer sinners fighting over rags of clothes from the dead sinners killed by the Exorcists. I did not forget to show Carmilla watching the fireworks from her window with her daughters, Zestial in his dark basement dungeon home (Yes I gave him a place to stay) enjoying the screams from some other room as he calves with bliss when it gets cut off with a SWISH sound of something very very sharp and very very mean, the unnamed (yes I haven't named him myself) blue-flame skull-bug overlord walking in a dark alley and talking with someone hidden in the shadows, only a sinister smile visible (Serenity cameo/tease) as well as then switching to some random wealthy-looking guy walking into a backstreet with some very good looking lady holding his hand, disappear from our sight, only the shadows visible from our view, showing that the man got his neck by something, and dragged beyond the point where we can see his shadow, a sound of metal hitting on metal and then the man walks out of the backstreet, makes his hair quickly, turns his back to us and continues walking, and we can see a glimpse of a tail retracting into the man's shirt (it wasn't there before. This is yet another {excuse me I just can't help myself} cameo/teaser for an OC Dylan). The song ends with the screen making its way up from the street rising above the rooftops (A silhouette of a man eating an apple is passed right by, another cameo/teaser to a character, this time OC Stallonfire) to reveal the Clocktower which just started the countdown (365 switched to 364)

Charlie just comes from the balcony after finishing her song, only to just collapse on the couch in tears. Vaggie comes to comfort her.

Vaggie: Charlie, is this because of the Extermination? Who am I kidding, I know you well. She sits next to her and caresses her hair. It's alright, I'm here, nobody from your family was hurt anyway-

Charlie cuts her off mid sentence

Charlie: Of course that they weren't! But what about the rest?

Vaggie: sigh You know we have a plan and that it's working. It's happening today, or did you forget?

Charlie: stunned a bit Wait, already!!?

Vaggie: Chuckles Yes, today

Charlie: B-but Im not ready to go yet! Charlie snaps. I have to check the pictures, prepare my speech, pack it all and-

Vaggie grabs her girlfriend by the forearm and stops her from panicking

Vaggie: What you need right now, is a good nap. It's midnight, and we have all the time in Hell to pack when we get up, don't we?

Charlie, embarrassed by her meaningless panic blushes slightly

Charlie: I-I guess you're right…

They both go outside of the room and the camera backs out of the window, looking upon the sky, where the episode title appears in a firework explosion. As the lights fade to black, the camera looks down at the city again. Look switches to the 666 NEWS studio and the Pilot scene play out exactly the same as in the Pilot (Sorry Charlie, that's just the way it has to go for the plot) Just like that goes the rest of the Pilot (just renamed into Ep.1) Chaggie argue with Angel in a limo. Alastor comes and flips the awfully looking building upside down using his powers and brings the staff in. Pentious attacks for the first time and gets his butt (do snakes even have butt?) kicked by Al. Everyone gets jambalaya from Alastor. Episode ends.

[maybepossiblyghostkin]

How it feels

**An attempt to put to paper what this headspace/kin/feeling actually feels like**

Her eyes are glazed over now, staring off into space..unblinking. Eyes that no longer hold the spark of life but that dart around in her skull anyways, searching...searching for something.

She's me.

Technically.

But she's also my cage..my prison. The windowsill on which I perch, nestled into a home that can go from warm and cozy to cold and claustrophobic in a heart beat. Looking out through those eyes feels like looking through blurry glass.

Sometimes, it's like the window is fogged over with rain outside...rain that falls from her eyes and down her face. In those moments it's dark and dreary and there's no hope left in the world.

Other times, it's like the window is frosty and cold to the touch..the world beyond covered in a blanket of snow with sun glistening off the ice..brisk and inviting.

She is a home that I inhabit, a vessel that holds me in, a puppet that I control.

I am somehow, simultaneously, within her..and without.

In those moments of peace, those moments where I escape through the window and can see her..really see her, like someone on the outside looking in, I float near to her. Still able to feel how her body moves..how her breathing slows and heart falters and limbs go limp. How she sinks..not into calmness but into blissful peace.

When we exist like that, in those moments where we are nearly separate, we feel further apart than ever but somehow, still connected in this liminal space of nothingness.

I am she.

She is me.

And yet, when she drifts away..when I float beside her, she is nothing more than a home I used to inhabit.

**I have absolutely no idea what this is or how to describe it in a less...fantastical way. And I have no idea what it means or where it comes from or I'd anyone can relate. But this is something I've experienced since I was a bio kid..and it's never frightening, never painful, never upsetting. It's always safe and calm and peaceful. Idk if it's a kin thing or what, but as of right now..that's my best guess.**

[freckledbeom]

Hello my love. Can I pls have a kyun car sex fic. Can b like friends who have a thing for each other but neither of them know or established relationship

hi love, i wrote this fic while i was feeling a little blue so im sorry if it’s a little drawn out. hope this is what you wanted! ~

car sex w/ kyunnie [18+]

side note before you all read this fic, i just wanna say how grateful i am. sometimes i go on hiatuses or don’t update in a timely manner but i still get so much love & for that im truly grateful. it’s all love here, ill be here for you all like you’re here for me <33

warnings; 18+ content, suggestive scenes

listening to outta time by bryson tiller ♪

it wasn’t unlikely for changkyun to call you at late hours of the night, he was usually studio bound at this time anyway. what was unusual lie in his simple, but daring request.

“come downstairs.” he barred a monotone voice through the phone.

his puzzling request struck curiousity in your bones; you couldn’t not meet him downstairs now. grabbing nothing but a spare pullover and sliding into your house shoes, your heart fluttered in your chest. what could he possibly want?

after finally reaching your destination, changkyun turned around, your eyes meeting.

he almost looked the same as you, dressed in not much but a pair of sweats and a loose hoodie. although you would probably never tell him, his appearance was one of the many factors that drew you in.

stepping foward, changkyun cracked a slight smile. “you didnt take long.” he joked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“neither did you.” you replied, smiling back at him. “are you here to just look at me or did you have something you wanted?”

he paused a little before responding, licking his bottom lip. that was enough to fuel the fire between your legs.

“what if i wanted to just look at you?” his breath hitched a little.

your heart was beating so fast you were sure changkyun could hear your excitement ready to leap out of your chest. you were even more sure of this since the dialogue between the two of you had ceased.

“kidding.” changkyun hit your arm a little, as if he was knocking you back to reality. “i do miss you though, you wanna go for a drive?”

right. he didn’t see you in that way. of course, this was expected since he had many other things in his life; you would be the last on his mind.

the walk to the parking garage was a brisk, but quiet one. your interactions weren’t usually this awkward, today was an especially off one. from kyun suddenly showing up at your apartment, to this odd tension that appeared, you could hear the silence.

opening the door for you, changkyun walked around to his side and got in.

“your car smells nice.” a pathetic attempt to crack the silence.

“it smells like me.” changkyun answered affirmatively, looking directly at you.

rolling your eyes, you gave your attention to the moon in front of you.

you could feel his eyes drawing in on you, lasered into the side of your skull. turning so you made eye contact, you tilted your head a little.

"staring contest?"

changkyun scoffed jokingly. "i'll win but sure."

you didn’t know what was stranger about this night; the way he looked at you or the way his looks kindled the fire between your legs.

"why do you keep looking at me like that?" you choked out, palms growing sweaty in the process.

"it's a staring contest." changkyun retorted.

"no i mean-"

his lips didn't allow you to give further explanation, his tongue lay bait for you to fall under. your breaths hitched and stilled. his hands wandered every which way until one landed on your chin, tilting it upwards.

if this was bliss then the second he pulled away was sudden death, leaving you puckered & red.

leaning back in with your noses just touching, changkyun bit his bottom lip. "i can kiss you like that right? is that ok?"

this time you opted out of verbal response, answering him the same way he did you.

changkyun's hands moved from your face to your bottom, pulling you over on the driver's side so you could sit on his lap. instinctively, you reached to the side and lowered the seat back.

his hands wandered underneath your sweater to fondle your breasts. the friction from your lower bodies and the way he touched you was enough make you bellow out a shallow moan. you could feel him growing beneath you, leaving you soaked.

bringing you down towards him, changkyun lifted away your top to give him full access to your nipples. unknowingly, your hips ground against his crotch.

changkyun let out a breathy moan, latching harder onto your breast.

“changkyun...i want you so bad...” you whined out, his brows raising at your request. tilting his head with his mouth now removed from your chest, changkyun bit his bottom lip.

“say it again for me.” his breath hitching a little.

with no hesitation, the words stuttered out of you. “i want you so bad.”

a part of you imagined that he got a kick out of hearing your desperation crawl out of itself. so much so that every reedy whine from you earned a bite at your neck or a grope to your backside.

this time you had earned the feel of his manhood, not a cushion but a slab of pure concrete, stiff under you.

playing with the hem of your shorts, changkyun met with your eyes for direct contact. “we don’t have to take these off.”

and you didn’t, with him pushing them to the side just enough to give access to your bare middle. finally, you could catch a glance of his lower. it sat up high, thick & gleaming with precum; it was as if it was waiting for you.

steadily, you sunk down onto changkyun, biting your lip carefully to not cry out. changkyun pulled your upper back forward so that you were chest to chest, keeping another on your bottom. slowly, you rocked your lower half on his throbbing member. the two of you kept eye contact, while his hand that was once on your upper back was now on your face.

out of the many faces changkyun had showed you, the one he was giving me at this particular moment had you ready to climax then and there. cheeks flushed, changkyun bit down on his lower lip, never breaking away from you.

a harsh slap to your ass made you whine even louder. “right there....it feels so good right there...”

speeding up your pace, you sat up a little so that both hands could sit flat against his chest. with one hand on his shoulder and the other on this chiseled chest, you bounced on his lap, sounds from your sopping middle filling the air.

changkyun reached a hand up to steady your thigh, with his mouth now agape. “fuck, did i get you this wet? huh?”

in a shallow attempt to conceal your moans you bit your lip, only for changkyun to catch on rather quickly.

his palms took grip of your ass, giving him full access to thrust himself into you. you only cried out, falling back onto his chest while he took you from under

times like this there was nowhere else your mind wandered except how he made you feel.

“mmm…changkyun…” every time you began a sentence it seemed as if you blacked out.

joining his rhythm, you brought your your hips back down onto him. it only took a few more strokes to have you, once again, calling out to him.

“i think im gonna come.” your grip on his shoulders tightened so that you could straighten up and look at him.

“yeah?” he answered, his eyes saturated with eagerness.

“mhmm.”

changkyun gave a harsh slap to your rear while biting his lip.

“go ahead…fuck…go ahead and come on me.”

you surrendered, riding him until your legs and core gave out. trembling, you stilled your movements only when you heard changkyun announce his orgasm.

panting, you look at the mess you made of him. although the garage was dimly lit, you still could share gaze with him.

“is this what you called me out here for?” you questioned.

he chuckled, licking his bottom lip. “does this count as a confession.”

“not at all.”

[kimetsu-no-imagines]

submission request

its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,”  His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you’d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

[dreamingofaizawa]

Could you write some smut for a soft daddy dom Aizawa? Something with a lot of praise! (I have a major praise and daddy kink lmao)

*Cue maniacal laughter* I like the way you think, nonny. I wrote for a female reader btw.

Warnings for: Smut, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, a teensy bit of begging, Shouta is a bit of a tease, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took a while, Sweets. But here it is! Ngl I'm kinda proud of this one...And I was so tempeted to throw in a praise+degradation line but I RESISTED. I am powerful and you should fear me. This is kinda soft and I kinda love it.

Anyway, enjoy~

Shouta is so good to you.

To most he seems unapproachable, cranky, in a constant state of fatigue and antisocial at best. But you know him, know he'll collapse into your arms after a rough night on patrol, holding you so close you can't tell where he ends and you start. You know how to get him to wake up, help him find the motivation to move his aching body when he needs you to. You take care of him.

And he takes such good care of you, too.

So you listen and obey when he comes up behind you as you're washing the last of the dishes, gently wraps a hand around your throat at tips your head back to press a soft kiss to your lips, whispering in your ear to-

"Strip and wait for Daddy on the bed, baby girl."

You're doing exactly as he asked, sitting pretty on your knees in the middle of the bed, patiently waiting. When he finally does walk in he visibly relaxes, his eyes are glued to your form immediately. Not a second later and he's all over you, hands caressing your skin, smoothing down your shoulders and up from your hips to palm at your breasts.

You can't help but mewl as he tweaks a nipple in his fingers, leaving butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulders as you feel heat pool in your belly.

You love when he gets like this, when he's completely in control and you can lay back and let him tug at you like harp strings, pulling melodies from you like it's what he was made to do.

"So responsive. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" You nod fervently, you are his good girl. He hums into your skin, always pleased to see you melt beneath him.

"Lie down for me, baby." You settle on your back, head nestled in the soft pillows as he leans back and drags his hands down your body, his eyes following their path.

"Beautiful." It's soft, when he says it. Reverent, filled with awe. Every time he marvels at you like this it makes you squirm. Those hands find their way between your legs, where you both know you're already dripping for him. Rough calloused fingers trace down to the apex of your thigh, skirting around the edge of your heat, teasing you. You know what he wants.

"Please, Daddy. Please touch me." He chuckles, a low sound deep in his chest.

"Hmm but I am touching you, baby doll. What do you want?" Oh god he's gonna make you say it. But it's not like you won't, he knows you will, you're his good little girl after all.

"I...I want your fingers Daddy...I want your fingers in my pussy, please." Your face is hot with embarassment, it's always made you shy saying such lewd words. He lifts one leg up onto his shoulder, pressing a kiss to your thigh.

"That's my good girl." Then he's plunging two fingers into you, curling and stretching them and all you can do is lie there and take it. He loves watching you unravel like this, chest heaving and fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you, eyes bleary and fluttering closed only to snap open again with a gasp when he presses into that spongy spot inside you extra hard.

You're so so close to blissful release, riding on that edge. He can feel it, feel your walls starting to squeeze down on his fingers and he leans down and licks at your clit to toss you over. Your back arches beautifully for him, pussy clamping down hard and creaming around his fingers, breathless little moans and squeals pouring from your lips. He doesn't stop until you're shaking, swatting at his hand and pushing at his head to escape the stimulation.

"There you go baby. So good, cumming on my fingers like that. You gonna cum on my cock too?" You nod, mewl out a 'yes Daddy' as he gets up and strips himself. You can't help but stare as he reveals planes of scarred skin and sinewed muscle. He's so handsome, so hot and when he finally drops his underwear you're licking your lips at the sight of his dick.

He's thick, veins running down his length and the head is flushed deep red. When he climbs back in you have to resist the urge to lean up and take him in your mouth. He throws your leg over his shoulder again as he lines up his cock with your slicked pussy, sinking the head in just barely before pulling back out.

"Daddy please! Please fuck me, I want it so bad." He groans at your pleading, you always know just what he wants and you never fail to deliver.

"Aw baby, are you feeling empty? Is that it? You want me to stuff you full?" The whine you give is high-pitched, nodding fervently because yes, you want him to stuff you so full you can't breathe. But he's a tease, loves leaving you on the edge just a little too long.

"Maybe I should go get you a toy to play with, huh? How about that?" You nearly sob as he keeps pumping his hips in shallow little thrusts.

"No! Want Daddy's cock, only want your cock." Fuck you don't even know what you do to him.

"You beg so pretty, baby. Such a good little doll." He groans as he sinks into you, gripping your hips just to keep his composure. It feels like an eternity before he's finally bottomed out, cockhead just pressed against your cervix and his heavy balls sitting against the curve of your ass.

He leans down to kiss you, the angle change making you gasp and he slips his tongue into your mouth as he pulls his hips back and snaps into you. Your squeals are muffled, swallowed up in his mouth as he fucks into you. The tuft of hair at his base is grinding deliciously against your clit, and his cock catches your g-spot perfectly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body with every well-aimed thrust.

You're thrown head-first into another orgasm, legs trembling and breath knocked from your lungs from how sudden it is. You love and hate how he can do that, make you cum so hard and quick your head spins and you can't think straight.

He pulls away and hooks your other leg up on his shoulder, leaning down and folding you in half as you're still writhing and gasping from your high. You don't get a break, he just keeps pumping into you, little praises spilling from his lips.

"You're taking me so well."

"You feel so good, squeezing my cock like that."

"So pretty under me, my pretty baby."

But you can barely register the words, overstimulated with another orgasm quickly building. The knot in your belly is pulled impossibly tight, every muscle in your body anticipating the snap. He leans back just enough to get a hand between you, rubbing tight circles over your clit and spewing more praises for how well you're doing, how good you are for taking him, how you're gonna be a good little baby and cum on his cock again.

"Cum, baby doll. Cum for Daddy." That's all it takes for your third orgasm to wash over you, toes curling and fingers digging into your palms hard enough to leave little red crescents in your flesh, eyes rolling back into your skull almost painfully. Shouta groans at the sight of you as you clamp down on him, slowing his pace as he shoots ropes of cum, filling you up.

You're both sweaty and panting, Shouta's weight still folding you up. After a minute he pushes himself off of you, carefully taking your legs one by one and stretching them out. When he's done he cups your cheek, thumb swiping at the skin beneath your eye as he gazes down at you.

"You're so beautiful. You did so well, baby girl." You nuzzle into his palm, relishing in his touch. It isn't long before you're soaking in the tub, Shouta's hands running over your body and easing the aches in your muscles.

Your Daddy takes such good care of you.

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Hoping you're doing well my Lady💜💜💜💜

This just popped in to my head as an idea for a one-shot and I just had to get it out;

"What-If AU Dez finds out that someone called his adoptive daughter Limita ugly."

I am doing well, but quite frustrated as my laptop just went belly-up AGAIN! Augh! Luckily the warranty will take care of it, but it's only three months since it last died! AUGH!

This is why it has taken forever and a day for me to get to this ask, because I absolutely LOVED your one-shot idea and I wanted to write it but had to do it by hand, like some 14th century scribe T-T Anyways, thank you so much for the kind words and for giving me the one-shot idea! <3 <3 <3

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Words have power

Sitting outside at a good distance from the busy house, savoring solace and the blissful silence, Dez is doing maintenance on his blasters, minding his own business, when Liita appears out of nowhere and sits down next to him. He glances over at her with half-hearted curiosity that instantly morphs into watchfulness when he sees the usual frown on her face is accompanied by a clenched jaw. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.” Liita replies.

She does sound more annoyed than upset, but she might be hiding something. She's a lot like him that way, so Dez decides to prod a little. “Well, you look even more grumpy than usual so something must be bothering you.”

Liita rolls her eyes. “It's just...” She exhales with no small amount of frustration and... something else. “How come not all planets have life, but those that do always have idiots on them?”

“Idiots?” Dez asks, absently putting his blaster back together. He can be a decent guy and listen to the girl's troubles while finishing his work at the same time. Dez always knew how to multitask.

“Yeah.” Liita confirms. “I go to get some parts for the ship at the marked in town, but instead of getting something useful; I get told I'm ugly.”

Dez has no idea what happens to his face, but it makes Liita's eyes widen and she launches herself towards him at the same time as Dez slaps the final piece of his blaster into place and gets up on his feet. She grabs a hold of his right arm with both hands and tries to prevent him from stalking towards town, but that's not going to happen. Because Dez is going to KILL that guy. And then, he is going to revive that foul-mouthed cretin, so he can kill him again. Red rage is roaring inside his skull and the blood is boiling in his veins. First, Dez will use his blade on him, then his blaster, then maybe his flame thrower...

“Sit your ass back down.” Liita growls, straining with all of her might and not even slowing him down. “Don't you be an idiot too!”

Ignoring her ranting and efforts to hold him back, Dez is halfway through his fifth plan on how to skin the cretin alive at the marked when it happens.

“Dad, stop!” Liita shouts.

It's like someone hits him with a stun-gun. Dez comes to such an abrupt halt that Liita smacks into him, but he barely notices. He's too surprised by her words.

Sure, he'd mentioned adoption, but she'd said she'd think about it and never mentioned it again. Dez merely figured that she'd decided she did not want him as her father after all. (Considering what he'd done to Paz, he didn't blame her. He's not as shitty as his own dad, but Liita could get adopted by Davarax in a heartbeat and they both know it. Why choose the lesser option?)

Now Dez is staring at her, stunned, while she still holds on to his arm for dear life and glares at him with pure defiance.

“You...” Dez doesn't know what to say.

“No.” Liita cuts him off. “YOU are not going to go after that guy, you hear me?”

Shock is instantly replaced with the anger he had momentarily forgotten about and Dez snarls. “If that guy thinks he can disrespect m... you, then he is about to-”

“Listen to me, you big oaf; I don't care!” Liita declares, loud and clear. “Don't you go and create a mess because some guy said something stupid that I. Don't. Care. About.”

Dez' eyes narrows. He places a finger under Liita's chin to make her keep eye contact with him as he expects she'll try to avoid confirming what he suspects. “You do the same thing I do, Liit'ika: You try to hide it with anger when it hurts. That's why I know you care.”

Liita's dark eyes flicker for a second. She's tougher and meaner than most creatures Dez has met in his life time, but she is also very young and not made out of Beskar.

Glaring into her eyes, willing her to believe him, putting all of his heart and anger into his words, Dez states the truth: “You are NOT ugly, Liita.”

Liita starts to smile but quickly clamps down on it and glares at him instead. “I know.” She tries to sound haughty. “Now, promise me you won't kill that guy. You're still establishing a new Covert here and we don't need any trouble from family or friends of that loud-mouthed idiot.”

Dez grins. Putting the Covert ahead of her own hurt? The girl IS a Mandalorian.

“What are you smiling for?” Liita huffs as her face turns an even deeper red. She smacks a hard palm to his chest. “Promise me you won't run over there and kill him like some macho idiot.” She smacks him again. Even harder. “Promise me.”

Fighting back a laugh, Dez lifts his left hand in an amiable gesture of giving his word. “Fine. I promise I won't kill him.”

Liita eyes him suspiciously for a couple of seconds longer before she actually lets go of his right arm with an approving nod.

A little of the amusement he's feeling bleeds out and is replaced with a touch of anxious hope when Dez forces the next words out of his mouth: “You... You called me 'Dad'. Does that mean you've decided?”

Liita crosses her arms defensively and glares even harder at him. “Unless you've changed your mind? Being a newly married man and having your big, beefy, perfect son back and all.”

Dez doesn't hesitate. “Of course I haven't changed my mind. Any father would be grateful to have you as their daughter.”

The bitter laugh escapes Liita's lips before she can stop it. “My father didn't think so. He couldn't run away fast enough.”

“Then your father was an idiot too, just like that guy in town.” Dez concludes, feeling a hard lump of resentment in his chest, just like when Skade had left without even saying goodbye to their son.

Now Liita finally does smile, but she lowers her head to hide it and then merely leans forward until her forehead thumps lightly against his chest and she stays like that, resting against him.

Warm affection floods Dez and he gently cradles the back of her neck with his hand. “Liita Vizla. The one with the scary Mando dad. Sounds right, don't you think?”

Liita makes a slight nodding motion.

Dez runs his hand over her hair as he suspects she's every bit as emotional as he is feeling right now. He tries to distract them both. “You're going to have to learn a lot of names. You'll have a lot of family from now on, Liit'ika.” And she's probably going to like less than half of them, just like Dez. They may be family, but a lot of them are still morons. “Just remember that you outrank them all. You keep on not taking any crap from anyone, especially not them, and they'll fall into line eventually.”

Liita looks up at him with a quizzical frown. “Why would I outrank them? I don't even have armour.”

Moving his hand to cup the side of her face, Dez smirks with smug confidence and delights in at least having one thing to offer the girl willing to become his child. “Your dad is their king, that makes you a princess and princesses don't take no crap.”

Again Liita has to fight against a smile and she scoffs, but without much ire in it. “You sound like such a dork. Mandalorians don't have a king.”

“Our clan does and that is me.” Dez counters without hesitation or doubt, and still with a grin on his face. He's earned that title, dank farrik, paid for it with blood and sweat, and nothing will prevent him from making sure his kids will benefit from it. Besides, Paz, Raga and Liita are strong and honourable souls, excellent leaders, who will bring order and prosperity to their clan, which tends to start self-destructing if not supervised, so it will be a win-win situation for them all, really. “By the way, are you okay with making the adoption official in front of Davarax at dinner tonight?”

Liita rolls her eyes, clearly not surprised by his need to flaunt in front of his eternal rival. “Fine.”

“Excellent.” Dez crows, ruffling her hair and making her back away with a disapproving huff. “Now, you run along. I've got something important to take care of.”

Proving once again how clever she is, Liita eyes him suspiciously. “Where are you going?”

Dez shrugs one shoulder. “I promised I wouldn't kill him. I never said anything about maiming.”

“No, don't you dare! Turn off that jetpack and get back down here. Now!”

“Nobody hurts my daughter and gets away with it, Liit'ika. Nobody.” Dez replies, turning in the air to face the direction of the marked place before heading towards his target. “That's also a promise.”

And while a lot of souls can say bad things about Dez Vizla, most of them probably true, there is one universal truth no one can deny: Dez always keeps his word.