#but he’s not going to talk about that. so black yew it is

[matgpt]

Loial wants to know what your favorite tree is.

Black yew. It’s the best thing for Two Rivers longbows.

[cvnt4him]

Reader who got hit w a bunny quirk during a mission w izu please smuttt I love yew💋

I love you too bbg💕

This is actually like a great idea and I had the EXACT same one except izuku was the bunny. Yeah this one is way fucking better.

"don't be amused, it's just the news! This just in; we have more details about pro heros deku and y/n's fight with the new and upcoming villain; sphinx. A local has given us amateur footage of y/n getting blasted with sphinx's quirk! They have the ability to turn others and themselves into animals! Y/n has been out of the hero scene for a while, as far as we know with the information her close friend and partner deku has given us, she's going to be out of hero work for a while, they haven't found a cure or much of a loophole with sphinx's quirk. Next in a cat stuck in a tre---"

You shut the TV off with a groan of annoyance. Why hadn't this gone away yet? You've been like this for a week. A long, miserable, insufferable, week. You weren't alone, even if you wanted to be, izuku wouldn't let you. He felt guilty, he felt as if you were like this because of him. During your fight together he pushed you out of the way when a flying car had come your way, you'd known nothing about the villain upon fighting them. Izuku however, knew everything about the villain, he pulled his mask up before the fight even began.

Izuku always got in a certain head space when fighting whether it be a measly robber, or a very experienced and high tech villain. He always made sure he was ready and that morning could take him out of this state. He just wishes he had warned you beforehand of what the villain was capable of.

You look at your reflection in the black TV screen with a frown. You hated the way you looked. Two fluffy bunny ears standing tall before falling to either side of your face. Izuku walks into your room going completely unnoticed, he spoke and sat down your cup of water but his words falling into deaf ears.

"y/n...?"

His voice nothing above a whisper, sitting beside you while patting your head lightly. People always shipped you two due to the way he treated you, don't get me wrong hes nice to everyone regardless of who they are or where they come from. People just liked to do stupid shit in their free time so you never really took it to heart, mostly because izuku always avoided and shut down all questions that surfaced about you two during interviews. Saying he only saw you as a friend.

You turn to him slowly your sad eyes staring up at him. He sighs while giving you a sad look back, putting your foreheads together. He hadn't left your side at all besides when he and to work, but he made sure to come right back to your apartment to assure that you were alright. It's not like you were sick or anything because you weren't. You could walk, talk, shower, cook, and do everything just fine, but he insisted you do nothing he felt far too guilty to even allow you to lift a finger. He once apologized for you telling him you thought about cooking on your own.

He whispers an "I'm sorry" while your heads are together, you simply chuckle and try to smile. Your quirk had been disabled due to being transformed. There's always a loophole in quirks so why hasn't anyone found one for sphinx's quirk? It was weighing on you far too heavily for either of your liking. Izukus heart ached for you to get better, he hated seeing you like this, all sad and unable to do anything for yourself. You can but for some odd reason he thinks you can't do you just let him take care of you.

Izuku pulls away, putting his fingers in your hair and scratching your scalp, the soothing motion making you sigh and lay your head on his shoulder. He hums with a smile that didn't meet his eyes, he grabs the remote from you and puts on a movie, grabbing your cup of water to ensure that you are hydrated.

You both had fallen asleep on each other, his head on top of yours while you laid on his shoulder. You got up and stretched making him get more comfortable and turn his head to lay on a pillow beside him. You looked at him closely, admiring each and every freckle that littered his cheeks and slightly down his neck his chest moving up and down in a smooth rhythm. He looked so peaceful not having to worry and feel guilty for your current state. Your body moved on it's own, one of your hands moving to his chest rubbing up and down his body. He was very toned, you knew this you could practically see it through his new skin tight suit. It hugged his body deliciously.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him, his shirt was slightly raised and scrunched up ending just above his v line, the way it looked like it was sculpted by gods. He looked like a Greek god himself. His body was fucking hot.

Your tail wiggled and twitched against the bed light noise coming from the way it moved. You bit your lip lightly while looking down where his shorts hugged his waist. Your eyes kept trailing down his figure landing on where a tent in his shorts sat. He was completely flaccid yet his thick cock made a very visible print. Fuck this was really turning you on, he was completely unconscious and unaware of how you were fucking him with your eyes. Your hand moved down to his dick print and gently rubbed over it making him take a deep breath and breathe out slowly, you noticed this and continued your movements while staring at his face, a pink hue forming onto his baby-like cheeks.

You watched as he gulped and turned his head in your direction with a breathy and quick sigh, he was getting bothered by how you teased his semi erect cock. His brows slightly furrowed while you stopped your hands movements completely, his cock twitched against your hand making your eyes shoot down to his cock, seeing it fully erect and leaking slightly against his thin shorts. God this was such a sight, it was so fucking hot and lewd, you felt guilty for getting him all hot and bothered but seeing the way his cock twitched and bobbed up and down for your touch was hypnotizing.

Without thinking you hopped onto his lap you weight sitting on top of him making him shift under you, that was almost enough to snap you out of whatever trance he put you in but the way he put his hands on your thighs and rubbed them out you right back into the daze you never got out of.

Your tail wiggled against his thigh as you slowly grind into him, rubbing your clothes pussy against his clothed cock in a slow yet rough manner. a moan accidentally slipped out of your mouth when his cock rubbed against your clit in the best way.

You panted lightly as the grind of your hips started to quicken in pace, you dug your hips down into his to feel his cock press against you. A noise left his throat as he gripped your waist tightly, his grasp bruising your skin while pushing you down more into him. You didn't think about the fact that he might've woken up due to your moans and the way you moved helplessly on top of him. He rubbed his cock up into you to feel that light friction that had him dizzy.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and rode him like you were actually riding his cock. The thought alone of actually getting to ride his cock getting you to that building release. He moaned deeply before his eyes slightly opened and peered up at you, you were too busy in your own haze to acknowledge the way he looked at you, your fucked out face contorting in such a pretty way.

He couldn't believe you were using him while he was asleep, riding his clothed cock for all that it's worth. He bit his lip and flipped the both of you, a scream ripping right out of you as you look up at him with wide scared eyes. He could only look down at you with lust filled ones. His emerald orbs looking at every feature that painted your body, the way your thighs looked more plump because of your shorts. Your boobs spilling out the top of your tank top. You looked so good and the way you looked at him with those scree and glossy eyes went straight to his aching cock. He was so ready to split you in half on his thick cock, he knew you'd have a struggle but it'd be worth it just to be inside of you. He'd wait as long as he'd have to just to feel your pussy squeeze around his cock.

No words were said as he went in to kiss you, lightly pressing his dry but soft lips against yours. A moan left you as your tail wiggled underneath you, you were so horny and you could feel the way it ate you alive from the inside out, you were so close to crying from how much it burned inside of you.

"please.. please fuck me, I need it."

You whispered up to him with a raspy voice, whining as your eyes moved down to his cock, it looked like it was going to burst out of his shorts with the way it stood up proudly.

He smirked at you with lidded eyes while he kissed you neck, you closed your eyes and fell into the soft kisses being planted on your sensitive neck, he moved his kisses up to your bunny ears blowing on them lighting, the soft feeling of it all making your pussy throb and a whimper leave you lips.

He chuckled lowly to himself as he flipped you over into your stomach. He pressed his chest and his hard cock against your ass cheek as he whispered in your ear.

"using me while I sleep? naughty thing. poor bunny, must need it badly, hm?"

You nodded your head aggressively while rubbing your ass against his hard on, earning a low groan from the muscular man above you.his weight on you felt so good and it wasn't even sexual at all.

He slipped your shorts and underwear down in one swift move, he pulled his own down as he teased your dripping hole, slipping his engorged cock head in and out of your lips. Your eyes roll as you lift your ass in the air and wiggle against his cock. he's surprised by this, a chuckle leaving him while he pulls you back by your ears, a squeak leaving you while he slaps your ass.

"you're so fucking needy huh? this sopping wet cunny of yours dripping around my cock, hm?"

You nod again, not being able to speak due to your throat getting rather dry. He hums and slips his cock in halfway before taking it out quickly, this went on for about 5 minutes, the torture was so funny to him yet painful for you. You felt as if you were going to die, the heat forming inside of you burned badly. You needed release, finally being def up with his teasing, the second he tried to do it again you slammed your ass back onto him taking his cock fully, a choked moan leaving his pink lips.

He groaned loudly while lying his head on your shoulder with a smile, he was out of breath from you taking his cock fully. He chuckled against your skin while kissing it, he bit harshly on the skin of your shoulder making you scream while he thrusted vigorously into your soaked pussy, the squelching noises clouding his mind while he moaned into your ear and grabbed onto your bunny ears. The sensitive muscle being pulled painfully hard went straight to your throbbing cunt, the way he slammed his hips into you and hit that spot repeatedly was just enough to make you cum, but he knew you were going to by the way you started squeezing his cock for all he was worth, milking him and slicking his cock up with your fluid.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.”

You command him while throwing your ass back, you were feeling too good you felt as if you weren't even in control, the way your body moved lewdly against him was inhumane and unlike you. You'd never felt the need to be near someone like this, like you yearned for his very touch, for him to cum inside of you. Oh. God that sounded so good, the thought of his warm thick cum spilling and spreading inside of you made you squeeze around his cock even more.

Just when you felt as if you were going to cum you felt the need leave. He had pulled out of your cunt with a groan, his cock twitched from the cold ajr hitting the leaky tip. He looked down at your pussy squeezing around nothing, god you were so fucking needy and that made him go feral. He could practically smell the delicious scent you released. Your tail twitched fastly, catching his attention. He had asked you before questions about your body and if anything felt different, he hadn't asked about your tails however, he was curious if it was sensitive. Out of pure curiosity he pushed his thick cock back inside of you, and yanked at your tails, his tight grip on your ears never leaving.

He used them to bring you back more into him. You let out a high pitched moan as your arms gave out, your body felt like it was on fire, throwing your ass back against him while your thighs burned from the work.

“fu— m'cum— cumming!!“

You couldn't control it, it just ripped out of you. The feeling was far too strong to hold back or even pretend not to acknowledge you groaned while sobbing, tears falling from your face due to the extra stimulation. He cooed in your ear, coaxing you through your orgasm while never letting you in the way he fiddled with your tail, his other hand leaving your floppy ears to go to your clit, rubbing it slowly while speeding up his hips.

"nngh~ izu— Izu-"

You couldn't speak from the immense pleasure, it began to hurt due to overstimulation. You sobbed and hiccupped against the pillows as he drilled his cock into you, he groaned and grunted behind you moans leaving his lips as well.

"shit...- fuck— god dammit, u/n I'm gonna cu- cum again.. shit take it, fucking take it all.."

Again?! He'd already came?? Maybe that's why you thought about his warm cum spreading and claiming every spot inside of you. Because he already did.

You couldn't move or even speak, the way he bucked his hips into yours, stuttering and rhythm becoming uneven. He threw his head back with a moan as he came again, tears welling at the corner of his eyes. He felt so good, your fluttering walks squeezing and convulsing around his soft turning cock.

He collapsed beside you without a word. His eyes closed as he tried to steady his breaths, he hasn't felt this good in so long, it's been a while since he'd last been with anyone. He took pride in his job, he'd wanted to be a hero since he was a kid, however it did take him away from a lot of things, including interacting with people and making new friends.

He needed this and he's glad you gave It to him. He turned to check on you to see you had already passed out, he rubbed your back lightly making you shiver underneath his touch. He got up to assure you were alright, making sure you water was refilled and that you could be clean, he grabbed a warm damp towel to clean you but before he did he got a good look at the two loads that were fucked into you, slowly oozing from your still convulsing lips. Fuck this was a sight to see, he was afraid he'd never get to see it again. He hates what he did but, he had to save this moment forever! A picture to remember this morning by! After all, you won't be a bunny forever.

AN: this was very fun to write actually, I've recently been in a chokehold w top!izuku there's something ab him being mean or js taking care of me that gets to me.

Dividers by @anitalenia

[cerisahh]

arcane season two act three spoilers

(just me wordvomiting)

i’m so happy that in at least one reality silco, vander and benzo get their happy ending.

i cannot even put into words the emotions i felt as soon as silco came on screen i had to pause and pace my room for three minutes before i could even continue. he literally😭😭got a happy ending😭😭😭 he looks so healthy too oh what i would give for an arcane ‘what if’ series

i mean we got a ‘what if’ vi died in jayce’s lab = no hextech, vander and silco rekindled bromance, no jinx, CANON TIMEBOMB, mylo and claggor are alive, and zaun and piltover are practically best friends

what if silco had taken in vi instead of powder/ powder gets taken by marcus instead of vi?? what if viktor mentored jinx?? what if neither silco or vander died?? WHAT IF THEY NEVER FOUGHT IN THE FIRST PLACE????

i need to consume written pieces of alternate!silco oh the fluff 😣 i can feel it already this is just perfect slice of life/married au material let me be your housewife silco i’ll do anything

i’m ngl the ending? did not care for it. i did not care for it, was it a good ending? no i actually dont think so. this season could have been 30 episodes long and id have sat my ass down and watched all 30 twice through… NINE rushed episode and u felt it was rushed too

NO MENTION NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ISHA? HO DIED AND NOT EVEN A SCRIBBLED HALLUCINATION OF HER? NAAAAH!

THE ORIANNA OMFHDH i NO LIE started wojacking and looking at a fake camera see image below

THATS WHAT I DID I WAS SO GEEKED OMG

i also started crying on episode 7 whenever it would cut from ekko and powder to jayce literally sobbing because he looked like a hobo stop cutting away from timebomb

speaking of jayce… let’s talk viktor!! where did his vi-nis go?? nobody knows.. every time he said glorious revolution i geeked and cringed at the same time DONT GET ME FUCKING STARTED ON SKY “i’ll miss our conversations”… “no u won’t” YEAH NO HE WONT UR BORING 😭😭 actual snooze fest why was she even in his mushroom trip lucidity void fuckfest states oeuuhh im pissed

jayce haters feel really stupid now though huh🤣🤣🤣

circling back to silco jinx hallucinating h. stop. jinx hallucinating him and him not even digging into her he was COMFORTING HER. i can’t even . i can’t . i just cant. i need him.

and now it’s OVER?? no no no this can’t be.. no no.. NOOO!!!! i better see a steady stream of silco fanfics OMG I HAVENT EVEN SPOKEN ABOUT SEVIKA YET

bro her getting a fucking POSITION ON THE COUNCIL was peak my woman DESERVES a happy ending. she was always loyal to zaun and her people and seeing her get to be in that position just yes. so good (im kind of pissed that we got a caitvi sex scene - if you can call it that they just fondled each other - instead of sevika scissoring at a brothel, ok dpmo).

don’t think i forgot about maddie yew stewpid bitch… HER GOOFY LITTLE CHEST BANG LMFAOO then she got shot #DESERVED #WHATHAPPENSTOGINGERSINARCANE

not even going to write anything on mel because although her little storyline was cool to watch i didn’t fucking get it ☠️ ambessa was hot until her untimely end though. lost a muscle mommy today raise your flags

and to summarise!

jinx: probably alive let’s be honest, gone to find herself a girlfriend (lux)

vi: alive and happy with caitlyn

caitlyn: alive and happy with vi

ekko: alive, misses powder (jinx? both)

mel: alive, now has superpowers which is sick, still gorgeous but stuck with that awful black outfit i hated it so badly

jayce and viktor: transported to a doomed yaoi novella after saving runeterra (very sad)

isha: dead?? they never showed us a body but let’s all be real and not lie she is most probably dead. here’s to holding out hope though, maybe she’s ziggs!

ambessa: dead dead dead “you are the wolf” thank you motherrr 😝

sevika: ALIVE!!! got her happy ending YIPPEE!

vi’s bro dude i forgot his name: death by a million arrows RIP

hot firelight bat dude: AAAALIVEEEE!

hot enforcer fish dude: AHHHHLIVEEEE!

maddie: DEAD TRAITOR TRAITOR DIE DIE DEAD

heimerdinger: pretty sure he got zapped out of existence but he’s lived a long time so not that huge of a blow. rip little bro though

and for my own peace of mind and mental wellness

powder: ALIVE AND HAPPY

ekko: ALIVE AND HAPPY

silco: ALIVE AND HAPPY

vander: ALIVE AND HAPPY

benzo: ALIVE AND HAPPY

claggor: ALIVE AND HAPPY he took ozempic too holy damn!

milo: ALIVE AND HAPPY worlds worst mustache though

vi: AL- oh not here. that’s fine i guess

[luvlyycy]

as you can tell i am absolutely smitten w ulquiorra plspls write something w ulqui n a goth reader in a school or college party. they'd probably hang out together n end up getting drunk together ( drunk kissing!? )

ANYTHING FOR YEW SENNNN !!! ulqui × goth reader ... hahhh.. so good... i put grimmjow in this as a bystander (he dragged ulqui to his party) ANYWAY ENJOY <3

ulquiorra can confidently say — he hates parties. he dislikes the socializing aspect. doesn't enjoy being around people at all, if he had it his way, he'd never step foot in one of those functions ever again.

but when he has a dorm-mate like grimmjow, he doesn't have a choice.

this is one of those times when he doesn't have a choice. grimmjow's throwing a college campus party, and he's inviting basically everyone he knows— except his enemies obviously.

"not going."

grimmjow groans as he decorates the house he rented out for the party, "yeah, right. i'll fuckin' drag you there if i hafta." he huffs out, arm stretching upward to hook lights on something.

ulquiorra stares ahead for a moment, hands holding his phone, "okay." he simply deadpans.

maybe he should've put up more of a fight, or disagreed more because now he's at the party he said he didn't want to be at.

the music is loud, deafening even— there's girls n guys all socializing. ulquiorra honestly sticks out like a sore thumb— his hair sticks out, his eyeliner, the paleness of his skin— it's all different. sometimes somebody approaches him but never stay to talk because talking to him makes them feel awkward— he doesn't care. he wants them to leave him alone.

he's holding his fourth drink, or at least he believes it to be his fourth drink. he takes a big gulp from the can— it's cheap, he can tell. grimmjow would never spend lots of money on alcohol. he could never go to a party like this sober.

he realizes too late that he's off to get his fifth drink, his eyes are kind of blown out and he's lost sight of anybody he moderately knew— hands fumbling through the cooler as he grabs another can— feeling none, he groans. he's in the kitchen now, opening the fridge to grab one of the better drinks from grimmjow's stash. he shuts the fridge to see you behind it.

he gets a bit jumpscared but he doesn't show it.

you're just standing there, nobody else in here but you. well, and him.

"why are you standing there?" he asks, trying his hardest not to slur.

you glance at him, your body off balance, "nobody wants to talk to me." you mumble, tell-tale red cup in your hand. not that you wanted to talk to them.

he wants to know if thats juice or alcohol, chances are it's alcohol.

"why?"

you shrug, leaning against the side of the fridge, "no clue." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink.

ulquiorra never usually finds people attractive. he doesn't care for that sort of thing. maybe it's all the drinks, or maybe it's the lighting of the lights in the kitchen— he doesn't know but you look so.. good.

he's drinking in your outfit, the blacks adorning your skin like a black rose that had blessed the earth. your eyeliner is so beautiful— your lips are beautifully decorated. your shoes match perfectly to your outfit— it's intoxicating him like his own brand of nicotine.

"you're staring."

he doesn't bother saying sorry, just clicks open his drink in response— eyes still locked onto yours. he's never seen someone look like you.

you think the same about him. he has such a unique style to himself, you can't pinpoint it— but he's awfully handsome.

"wanna go sit down?" you ask.

"sure." he responds.

when you both walk back to the specific couch ulquiorra was on, he finally remembers you. remembers how he'd seen you before but never paid any attention— he's glad he didn't pay attention. he fears he'd be smitten like a dog.

you both get comfortable on the couch with your drinks in hand. you glance at him to allow yourself time to appreciate his looks once again. he feels your gaze.

"why haven't we ever talked before?" he asks, taking a long gulp of the fruit flavored drink he had chosen earlier.

"don't know. maybe we just never had the chance." you giggle out.

you guys have talked before, but not much. never hanging out, just talking in passing.

it's been a few hours, more drinks, more talking, less people. you assume the party will be ending soon. somehow you've gotten closer to ulquiorra— every now and then he'll ask your name, even though he already knows it. your thighs are touching as he leans closer to you, his face flushed due to the alcohol— you wonder what he's doing. you giggle and stare back at him, only for him to wrap an arm around your waist.

he finally says it, "i think you're... pretty." he slurs into the side of your cheek.

okay, he was an affectionate drunk.

you giggle again, "i am?" you watch as he nods.

he's breathing slowly but his heart is beating fast— it's been a long night, both of your makeup is ruined. his eyeliner smudged, yours too. somehow it captures your essence even more.

he wraps his hand around your wrist, sucking in a small breath— "can, can i kiss you?" he breathes out.

you lean closer to him, your red cup toppled over on the floor— "yes."

it's like time stops for him, your lips landing on his— electrifying him, you taste like the spiked fruit punch, and he can't help but groan. your arms hook around his body, lips messily against each other's but it's so good.

it's amazing, the buzz, his hands holding you and pulling you onto his lap— it's all so good.

he pulls away to breathe, "i. i want your phone number." he huffs out, kissing you again.

this time you pull away, "let's hang out when we're not drunk." he mumbles a quick 'okay' before you both start making out again.

.

.

.

grimmjow stands there awkwardly, "party's over, y'all been swapping spit for thirty minutes." he groans, wrapping his hand around your arm to pull you off. you groan in annoyance, ulquiorra following suit.

"can't we sleep here, grim?" you ask, batting your eyes at grimmjow— he groans loudly, throwing the keys at your face, "whatever, just don't fuck it up." he yawns as he walks out the door.

you giggle as ulquiorra stares at you, his pupils practically hearts— "are we sleeping on the couch?" he questions. you nod slowly, you can't remember if there was a bed in this house.

you lay on the fairly large couch and ulquiorra lays next to you, wrapping his fairly muscular arms around you. "wait," he removes his coat to then place it over both of you, "there.".

you stare at him, cuddling up to him, "goodnight, ulqui."

"goodnight."

[itsonlytext]

Until We Fall Asleep · like a sign (three)

If anything, he thought, Rosie had done him a favour.

after the MESS that was chapter two, sherlock navigates processing the not-so-nice words john had for him in chapter three.

read chapter two - you both let go

today we'll see molly (!) and more dialysis appointments and a dream that haunts sherlock (does that make it a nightmare?) and a rather strange conversation between the men over dinner. so apparently they're back to being awkward now. whoops

but anyways rosie's here!! which is really the main reason why you're still around, right. right?

read the beginning of chapter three below, then finish the job on ao3 here. love yew!

WHEN SHERLOCK WOKE UP, he felt as though he had shrunk and that his limbs were all somehow cramping at the same time.

Of course, he hadn’t shrunk at all and maybe his limbs were cramping just a bit, but he couldn’t complain; he did it to himself.

“Oh, Sherlock,” Mrs Hudson had said when she walked in. “You didn’t sleep on the settee again, did you? You’re going to get a bad back.”

After she set his pedantically measured mug of black coffee on the desk (his medical meal plan was her bible), she whipped open the curtains and talked ad nauseam about mattresses and inflatable sofas and something else Sherlock couldn’t be bothered to listen to; he was too conflicted about his dream.

You don’t have the right to say that to me anymore. That’s why.

Why don’t I? What do I need to do?

No. No. Just... Stop it. Stop this.

The grip on his left shoulder was getting stronger, tighter, more painful.

This is what it felt like, when I got shot.

The dream lingered over his head like a cloud of thick smoke, suffocatingly addictive yet too far for him to reach entirely. He wondered if it really was just a dream - reality folded only within the crevices of what John said that night. But there was a part of him, a much bigger part, that wondered if it was even a dream at all.

It had been four days since John dug his fingers into Sherlock’s left shoulder, seethed out his words like a pressed steamer, gathered his daughter into his arms and left Baker Street instead of staying to sleep.

Sherlock stayed up all night after that, frozen in his armchair until he gave Mrs Hudson a fright when she brought up his morning coffee. Despite having sat there processing for so long that night (so still, so unmoving that he did not ripple in the slightest), Sherlock still couldn’t differentiate between anything that happened - the blend of conversation lingering above his head in a gritty blur of heat and smoke and anger.

But if it did happen in real life, he thought with a groan as he sat up from the sofa, it was about time.

continue chapter three - like a sign on ao3.

fanks!

tags: @nathan-no @helloliriels @dragonnan @strawberrywinter4 @with-a-ghost-mr-holmes @7-percent @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @meetinginsamarra @pressurepoint221 @gaylilsherlock @catlock-holmes @gaypiningshit

[pjoxreader]

Requesting this cuz I've been reading too much angst lately, so how about some comfort.

Could you do a Will Solace and Nico di Angelo (separately or together) x Necromancer!reader where, as a kind of gift to them, reader decided to let them meet their dead relative (for Will it could Michael yew or Lee Fletcher and Nico with his mom, cuz I think he never actually got to see his mom again) and gives them some closure so that they won't have any regrets.

(you can change some parts that might confuse you, but the main thing is letting them meet their family again for comfort)

Will Solace & Nico di Angelo x Necromancer!Reader

Will Solace

-You hesitantly hold onto Will’s hand unsurely, looking into his eyes. “You’re sure you want to do this?” you ask gently. Sure you were the one who had offered the idea to him but now you were doubting it… It could end up making things worse.

-Will gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure…” He says taking a breath as he looks at you with determination in his eyes. You hesitate but seeing he was serious you nod with that, taking a breath and closing your eyes to focus. -You can hear the rattling around you, see the lights flickering and then the bulbs burst. You work on lighting a candle since it was now pitch black, and sure enough there was Michael Yew. He was looking around confused as if he had woken from a long nap. -”Michael..” Will chokes out before running over and hugging him tightly. Micheal jumps a bit in surprise since Will was taller than him at this point. Michael tenses for a few seconds but sighs as he seems to remember gently patting his back. “Why’d you have to go get taller than me?” he complains.

-Will can’t help but laugh at that, tears going down his face. “Really? That’s the first thing you say to me!” he complains but the two of them share a laugh. Will spends the time he has with Michael to explain everything, from how he became counselor to how the war went and most importantly how Michael was a hero for telling Percy to bring down the bridge. 

-That being the last thing Will was able to tell Michael before he passed away once more. But this time Michael had a smile on his face giving Will a last ruffle of his hair before he faded away once more.

Nico Di Angelo

-You look at Nico hesitantly but he gives you a nod to show he was ready. With his confirmation you close your eyes, take a breath and let your power flow. The lights pop and go out and as you light a candle sure enough there she was.

-Maria Di Angelo stood there looking around in a sleepy daze. Nico steps up first looking at her as if she was some distant dream, but despite that hope flickers in his eyes. “Ciao mamma.” Nico says gently voice soft and vulnerable. Her eyes fall onto Nico as she seems to study him.

-But a soft smile creeps onto her face as she looks to Nico with love going over and gently cupping his cheeks, Nico instantly nuzzling into her hands weakly. “Oh mio bambino…” She whispers gently to him.

-The two of them sit and talk in Italian, you couldn’t make out most of what they were saying but you could tell they were having an intense conversation. Maria nodded along to the stories her son told chiming in now and again.

-All the while she held his hand rubbing gentle and soothing circles onto his palm. But of course all good things come to an end and you are running out of energy. Maria seemed to notice placing a gentle kiss on Nico's forehead.

-”Non importa cosa accada, non dimenticare mai la tua famiglia.” she whispers gently to him before she fades away. “I won’t mama.” Nico whispers gently, giving you a thankful nod.

((Translations because I'm sure google translate did me dirty

"Ciao mamma." - Hi mama

“Oh mio bambino…” - Oh my baby...

"Non importa cosa accada, non dimenticare mai la tua famiglia." - No matter what happens, never forget your family.))

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[al0v3w1tch]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Lord Hades… Today is Lord Hades’ worship day, so I want to share information about him in honor of Him. 𖤐 Who is Hades? Hades is the oldest son of the Titans Cronus and Rhea, God of the dead, hidden wealth of the Earth, and King of the Underworld; He is widely known to have been the protector of funerals and defended the rights of the dead due to their burial. His most famous myths are the abduction of his wife, Persephone, and Him being consumed by his father alongside His other four siblings. 𖤐 Mythology. After being consumed by His father and then saved by His brother, Zeus, Hades fought alongside His siblings to take Cronus down as well as the other Titans; when they received victory, Zeus ruled over the other Gods, Poseidon ruled the sea and Hades ruled over the dead; He named His domain after Himself and has Charon transport the dead to the Underworld as long as they leave a coin offering for the ferryman. After a while of ruling the Underworld, Hades became desperate for a wife and went to his brother Zeus to ask for His consent to marry His and Demeter’s daughter, Persephone. When given the right, Hades visited Persephone in the Overworld and abducted her while she was gathering flowers in a field; after Her abduction, Her mother, Demeter, searched far for Her daughter, and with the help of the sun God, Helios, Demeter had found out where Her daughter was kept. When she confronted Zeus about the ordeal, He sent the messenger God, Hermes, down to the Underworld to talk to Hades about letting Persephone go free. The God agreed but before Persephone left, Hades had snuck pomegranate seeds into the Goddesses mouth, due to this; Hades and Demeter made a pact of Persephone would be in the Overworld with her mother for half the year and then be with her husband for the rest. Hades also had involvement with the Greek heroes Theseus and Pirithous who are known for kidnapping Helen of Troy when she was only twelve as the duo wanted to marry the daughters of Zeus. After Helen’s kidnapping, Pirithous decided he wanted to marry Persephone so they traveled to the Underworld to try and pursue the Goddess; when Hades found out about their plan, He welcomed them in with gentle hospitality but when the two tried to leave their seats, they were stuck down to them by coils of serpents. They were trapped in the Underworld until Heracles attempted to save them, he only succeeded with Theseus as when he tried to save Pirithous, the ground shook under them so Theseus and Heracles had to leave the man behind. 𖤐 Symbols, Offerings, and Altar. Symbols: - Dogs (Cerberus), black lambs, serpents, and screech owls. - Precious jewels, money, and minerals. - Cypress, white asphodel, mint, and narcissus. - Drinking horn. - Scepter. - Key. - Helm of Darkness. - Black, grey, silver, and gold colours. - Nighttime. - Autumn and Winter. - Cemeteries, crossroads, forests, and caves. Offerings: - Coins. - Stones (Dark, jagged stones work). - Alcohol (Wine specifically). - Honey. - Milk or Water. - Tobacco. - Herbs: cypress, mint, myrrh, patchouli, bay, pumpkin, yew, wormwood, cinnamon, lavender, willow, oak. - Flowers: marigold, dandelion, rose, lily, daisies, rowan, poppy, daffodils, calendulas. - Oils (Olive oils and kinds of vinegar work). - Salts and spices. - Shells or bones. - Tea (Black). - Breads or cakes. - Fruits (apples and pomegranates). - Meat (especially Lamb). - Incenses: frankincense, myrrh, wormwood, sandalwood, cinnamon, rose, pomegranate. - Black, grey, and silver candles.

𖤐 Prayers. -Great Hades, master of the dark afterworld, Honored host of our beloved dead, Husband of fair-haired Persephone, Holder of riches of the deep earth, Eldest son of full-hearted Rhea and Cronus of the shining sickle,

I praise you. Hades, kind one, unyielding one, gracious granter of respite to the suffering, Of welcome who have passed from our world, I thank you for your gift of shelter and hospitality. -Great-hearted Hades, Lord of the Afterworld, Noble husband of gracious Persephone, daughter of the earth who shares your golden throne; Advocate of the dead whose wrath falls on those who deny them due burial, or whose dishonor endures beyond the grave.

Relentless Hades, agent of vengeance, friend of the Furies, long is your arm, long your memory.

Lord of riches, lord of wealth, Yours is the abundance of the depths, the cold, unyielding treasure of metal and stone; Yours is the black dirt turned by the plow each spring, the sun-warmed soil that hides the seed.

Hades, dark-haired son of Kronos, ruler of the world beyond us, inevitable host of men and women, I thank you for your care of those who have passed; I praise you, I honor you, I revere your name. -(Can be used with prayer beads). 

Hades, great of glory, great of might,

I pray to you.

Ruler of your full share of the world,

I pray to you, O God.

Holder of indescribable wealth,

I pray to you, O God.

Lord of all who have walked this earth,

I pray to you, O God.

Yours are the riches beneath solid stone,

I pray to you, O God.

Yours is the gift of prosperity,

I pray to you, O God.

Yours is the hall that holds all we have loved,

I pray to you, O God.

Granter of fortune to those who live,

I pray to you, O God.

Giver of peace to those who have passed,

I pray to you, O God.

May I find the good your blessings bring,

I pray to you, O God.

May I see your hand within the world,

I pray to you, O God.

May I know your favor, hear your call,

I pray to you, O God.

May I honor your art and praise your works,

I pray to you, O God.

Hades, great of glory, great of might,

I pray to you. 𖤐 Blessed be.  

[desos-records]

Magic's not allowed in Gotham, but Jason's never been one to follow rules. // Jason Todd helps out the local exorcist.

Jason Todd/Reader

Chapters: Next

Word Count: 1,464

Warnings: some mild violence, demonic possession

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Jason still liked churches. He told himself it was the architecture, Gotham Cathedral had no shortage of vaulted ceilings, gargoyles, and huge stained glass windows. Its roof was one of the best places to watch the city—high up, plenty of corners and crevices to hide in, no guards making rounds or rogues ready to attack. The bells echoed against the city's metal and glass, the strong notes sounding solemn or joyful, but always reliable.

On pain of death or torture, he wouldn't tell anyone that he liked the quiet most of all. Silence in Gotham often meant something was about to go violently wrong. It was an empty feeling, the second between fire sucking in oxygen and the shockwave exploding. But here, the quiet air was full and warm, something almost hummed just outside his hearing. Even sitting on the roof in the cold air, he could still feel the warmth.

He didn't dare go inside though. He had a thousand reasons not to, namely that he didn't feel like getting another lecture. Bruce was self-righteous enough to last Jason a lifetime. He didn't want to sit under the judgement of the person sitting in the pew beside him. He didn't want to talk about what he believed in or what he didn't.

All Jason wanted was to sit in the quiet and warmth. He could do that from the roof.

On an especially cold night, he sat leaning against a gargoyle, watching the light from the stained glass reflect off the gently falling snow—red, blue, gold, green, and a hundred others swirling in the wind below him. Then the quiet shattered.

"Don't move! It's gonna be okay."

He recognized that voice, its clarity and ability to be kind and commanding all at once. You didn't operate in Gotham very often; your particular brand of justice took you all over the world, but when you did, it meant something had gone very very wrong. Jason smiled to himself anyway.

You didn't keep a secret identity like he did—there was no point when all the bad guys were after your soul—but Bruce had taken to calling you Harbinger and the name stuck. He still preferred your real one though.

Then Jason heard a guttural string of sounds that fell through the air like curses. You spat the demonic language back and Jason caught a flash of golden light somewhere in the Cathedral’s cemetery. Quickly, he shot his grappling gun and swung down, landing in the snow with a soft crunch. Keeping his head down and hood up, shielded by the Cathedral’s shadow, he tracked the familiar sounds of a fight and the eerie echoes of magic.

"No, you'll get out of her right now or so help me God, I will exorcize your head right up your ass."

Jason peeked around a statue and saw you under a cluster of Yew trees, magic sparking from your hands as the golden lines pinned a young woman to one of the trees. A little boy was crouched behind a headstone nearby. Even at a distance, Jason could see how the woman's eyes had turned black. She writhed and snarled at you.

Demonic possession. Your version of stopping a mugger.

You looked a little worse for wear. He saw burn marks in your coat, cuts and scrapes that hadn't yet healed, and something dark and slick had splattered across you—something that was not mud. Even still, he couldn't help the warm buzz he felt every time he saw you.

He wanted to jump in and help, but he knew he wasn't much use while a demon still had its hold on someone. And he'd learned not to distract you while you worked magic.

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."

You strode forward and pressed a hand against the woman's sternum and the other against her forehead. The weave of magic kept the woman's arms and legs pinned back even as she struggled. You were speaking Latin now and the demon screamed curses in its bitter language. Smoke rose from the points where you touched it.

A shockwave erupted outwards and a thick black liquid, like crude oil, gushed out of the woman's mouth, eyes, and ears, staining the snow. Instead of flowing away, it pulled itself inward, forming a humanoid creature taller than Jason. Looking at it, he felt a deep instinct to run.

The little boy screamed and the demon turned its head. Jason bolted forward. He scooped up the little boy, drew his gun and fired all in the same motion. The demon screeched, more surprised than hurt, and staggered backward. You were there to catch it, your magic tangling itself around the demon. With one final shouted spell, your hands moved as if pulling something apart. The demon shattered into fiery pieces, dissolving into the snow.

Quiet returned to the graveyard. You helped the woman to stand, then turned to Jason.

"I need to get her to a hospital," you said, a phone appearing in your hand with a flick of your wrist and a flash of golden light.

He nodded and set the little boy down. "I'll wait for you on the roof."

A tired smile flickered over your face as you reached out, took his free hand, and squeezed gently. "Thank you," you said softly.

Over an hour later, he heard the whoosh of sudden magic, saw a flash of gold in the dark, and then you appeared across from him on the Cathedral's roof. He smiled and slid off his helmet as he strode towards you.

"Can I assume that won't be the last one?" he said.

You shrugged, pulling your coat tighter around you. "Like rats, aren't they? Where there's one, there's ten more. Best to warn your people."

He stopped a few steps shy of you. If you were surprised to see him, it didn't show.

"How long are you here?" he asked. Longer than last time, he thought, please say longer than last time.

You looked up and over his shoulder, staring at the steeple. "A couple days maybe. Depends on how long it takes to find the nest."

Damn.

"Want some help?"

Now you squinted at him, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "I appreciate it, but it's a little outside your wheelhouse, Red."

He shook his head. "That's what you always say. It's my neighborhood, you know."

"I know. But if I make any more noise, The Bat will stick his nose in it and slow things down." You spread your arms out, twirling your hands like a performer, as sparks danced between your fingers. "No magic in Gotham, remember?"

Jason watched you carefully, paying closer attention to your injuries and noting the weight pulling at your posture, the slight tremor. "At least let me give you a place to crash. You look dead on your feet."

You smiled again, still faint as you looked away from him and dropped your hands. The lights went out. "I'm not so safe to be around at the moment."

"You never are."

You looked him up and down, considering, weighing your options. "Does this offer include take out? I took a little detour through Hell, you see. Hard to get a decent meal down there."

Jason let his smile spread wide and easy as he offered you his hand. "Sweetheart, you got yourself an in-house chef."

Shaking your head, with a scoff that sounded like a laugh, you took his hand. As always, your skin hummed with the magic that coursed through you and, as always, it sent a shiver up his spine.

"Still flirting with death, I see," you said.

He tugged you forward gently, then wrapped an arm around you and lifted his grappling gun from its holster. "Well, you're awful pretty."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you draped your arm across his shoulders, pulling the two of you even closer--the only trouble was you smelled of death too, blood and brimstone. But you were warm and radiant and never judged him and he wanted to be those things for you in return, if you'd let him.

There was something there in the space between you, humming like the air around the Cathedral, something magic. But it might break if he spoke it out loud, so he settled for holding you tighter. He didn't flinch from the steady glow of your eyes, inches away from his.

"Charmer," you said, the edge of a genuine smile in the corner of your mouth.

"You said it, not me."

Sparks erupted inside him when you nearly laughed. Then he fired the grappling gun and you both clung tight to each other as you rushed into the air.

[allaboutyn]

seasons of you; arthur morgan × female reader

you are his spring, and he… he is your winter.

excerpt two:

“IS that your new neighbor?”  charles agreed to come help arthur with his horses, and harvest the vegetation, but all he’s done is stare at you as you’re tending to your garden in your old overalls.  arthur kinda wants to hit him. but all he does is hum in reply before turning to throw the hay into the barn.  “she’s pretty. does she live there by herself?” “i ain’t seen no one else goin’ in.” “damn. it’s such a big house.” arthur takes a moment to look over at you. he’ll admit — only to himself — how beautiful he truly believes you to be. gorgeous, even when you’re just in your overalls or running gear.  he sighs, leaning against the fork as he looks at charles, leaving the gate wide open without a second thought. “ya gonna help or jus stand there lookin’ pretty?”  before charles can laugh, and arthur makes a witty retort, one of his horses rushes past them and across the dirt road as she had done several times before. you can hear two men shouting over your headphones, and when you look up, you lock eyes with a large white and gray horse standing less than two feet away.  you hear arthur shout, the lasso swinging in his hands as he  “get over’ere, girl!”  arthur morgan is famous around town for his personality, and his wild horses. “grumpy ol’ arthur morgan” is what people call him. the local grocer warned you about him the moment the news got out that it was you who bought the house across the street. “arthur tends to scare off most of the people touring it so we never thought someone would buy it,” they had said and maybe that’s why you ended up buying it — because you never had a physical tour of it, only a video tour and the virtual ones they offer online. you couldn’t get out long enough for it to not look suspicious.  people constantly ask you about it when you’re at work, and it’s funny because the elderly people try to set the two of you up and you like to show them the renovation work you’ve done by showing them photos, but the gossipy women that come in just make it annoying by asking about him all the time. you don’t know how to tell them that you’ve only ever had one conversation with him, so you just nod and smile when they talk, hoping they go away.  at first, you weren’t even sure who they were talking about, since arthur never introduced himself, even after you brought him brownies, but eventually, it just got easier to figure it out. there’s only one man around town that wears a black, worn down leather cowboy hat that you’ve seen.  the horse gets closer. as fearful as you are of the majestic creatures, you try your best to keep yourself calm, holding your trembling hand out for her to sniff the apple before eating the apple, giving arthur the chance to lasso her neck.  “thank yew.” tipping his hat, he walks off with the filly, and the man who had been beside him also tips his hat to you before leaving.  “i think she’s scared of horses,” charles whispers as the two get closer to the cowboy’s home.

[mihwee]

hi... ive been eyeing ur list recently...

why is raffaelo on the waiting list for so long im gonna froth at the mouth PLEASEE

Anyways... will you a m!top!reader oneshot w raffaelo (the villainess is a marionette) hehehe... but please include lace/lingerie. also, slight dirty talk? Thanks~

"Such a good fucking boy"

Bottom!Raphael x Top!Male!Reader.

s.y.s: (i forgot sypnosis arent the characters thoughts 💀) rafaello wears a feminine cloth that can barely cover any of his body parts as per your request. I guess your puppy eyes were just so irreristible to him. He trusts you this much to humilliate himself this way;; he guesses. — Feeling bashfull with Milky skin on display, he averts your prying gaze that already seems to be fucking the life out of him.

TAGS: feminization, Lace, Lingerie, (Bra,Thong, And Thigh-highs. Dont ask me where u got it from u just got it LMAOO) Anal sex, blowjob (receiving), Groping, praise kink, PRAISE KINK in all capitals Etc. Explicit smut. (Rafaello's extra sensitive) u kinda lick his ears lmao , Missionary

WARNING: EXPLICIT NSFW and cursing (reader has a pp 👍) raph has implied mysophobia but isnt disgusted when it comes to yew (ik ik cliche)

Setting: Raphaels office, midnight

MINORS 13 AND UNDER DNI IN GEN. MINORS UNDER 16 DO NOT REQUEST.

Hi hi back again~

nd, .emno! Lmfaoo my bad

I completley forgot about it anyways... im here to serve nonetheless. Plus muscular men in feminine clothing makes me go crazy...IM SERIOUSLY NOT JOKING i was js so busy and caught up with shs i forgot ever creating public fics of fucking these manhwa dudes (euntae hwang u r not safe even if ur webtoon alrdy ended)

I also made a broken ring reference~ lets see if u can find it yessir

"Come on raphael, dont be wary of me." You spoke, voice tinged with delight. Raphael coudnt help but shudder. He feels so... exposed. So vulnerable. He averts his gaze to avoid your prying eyes, taking up every inch of his figure. "You can take that robe off." You leaned in, whispering close to the ends of his ear.

"Yes.. y-yes i know.. just give me a second." He managed to mutter out. Trapped between the figure of your body and the ends of his oak wood desk. Raphael felt his breath hitch as he tried to compose himself, unsure of why he even dolled himself up in such shamefull clothes.

He scrunched his eyesbrows, his face hot from the heat. his fingers managed to get ahold of the robes tie. Untying it with need as you snuggled your face deep into the crook of his neck. Your hands firm on the desk hes sitting on.

As he managed to loosen the ties, your eyes immediately went to take a look on the brallete. Hugging his firm chest that looks so out-of-place. The straps of the bra digging onto his broad shoulders and cupping his tits awkwardly. Then... to his cock. Laying inside a thin piece of black fabric that he wanted to hide by squeezing his thighs. Also covered in a translucent piece of fabric, digging onto the flesh of his legs.

This is quite the dream, you snickered. Your hands aching with need to palm every inch of his body. What is there to hide? You hummed. His face clear of pure embarassment. Waiting for a response as he clenched his fist.

"Dont...dont just stare." He managed to speak. Barely above a whisper. And quite unlike of him. A sought out bachelor of the empire, and a Proud knight. Wearing such things, doing... such things. He felt himself burn with even more embarassment. Yet he feels a odd sense of comfort, it doesnt feel disgusting when you touch him. He presumes. It.. doesnt feel bad at all. And it made him ache, ache to finally Touch and love someone without feeling like you've got shit shoved down your throat.

You grinned a little, placing soft pecks on the corner of his neck. still not roaming your hands onto his tempting body.

He stiffled his breath a little, managing to keep his patience intact. Feeling so desperate and needy for the first time, that it made his skin burn. His lower abdomen fluttering, his eyes slightly widening as you kissed his earlobe. Putting soft pecks for him to remember and reminiscence for the rest of the week. Your hand snaking up gently and palming his thighs, the fabric soft under your touch.

"dont do that.. hah..." he breathed out, covering his mouth by his hand. "Why not?" You laughed. You breath hot against his ears.

"It.. it makes me feel strange." he muttered.

Yet you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head to lick and softly bite his ear under your teeth.

"But i havent done anything strange yet?"

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"Ah..." raphael softly grunted, shaky as he saw your Cock tap his lip. His face red and hands clenched to a fist between his thighs. Raphael looked up at You, Unsure of what to do. Yet you just chuckled, "you dont need to if you dont want to. Sweetheart." Yet the raven stood his ground, firmly. "No.. no i can.. i will take it." He muttered. His hand reaching up to position your cock on the front of his lips. His hot breath evident on your tip. "We...hah...already reached this far." He mumbled. His eyes half lidded as he opened his mouth, enveloping your tip.

As seconds passed, raphael looked more frustrated. More and more the way he coudnt take your dick down to the base and envelop it fully, Yet you were always there to whisper sweet praises, so much, too much that it made him shudder. Raphael pants out, taking his mouth off your cock to catch his breath. And his rough hand taking the place, picking up pace as he jacked you off with a mix of precum and salivia.

The way you called for his name, your hand softly touching his hair as a way to plead him to keep going, to keep being so good for you. It made him feel all warm inside that he has never felt for another person. And maybe because you were letting him do what he wants to do, and not forcing him to it. "Just like that, Ah.. fuck." Your voice hitched, his teary red eyes looking up at you with a pleading expression.

His robe draped onto his muscular figure, his hand stroking your cock in sync with his mouth, what kind of heaven is this? And fuck. His plump lips that stretched around your cock drove you insane. It turned you on even more at the fact your conserved lover is also.. well quite enjoying this. By the fact that raphaels cock strained under the lacy thong.

"Raphael." You breathed out his name. You cock pulsating needily inside his mouth.

Raphael looks up at you with curiosity, stopping at his tracks as your cock made a dent onto his cheek. "Ah... fuckk..." you cursed.

"Come on sweetheart." You grunted, pulling him up from the ground and gently pushing him on the desk you were sitting on. And not even a moment later, raphaels needy expression, was soon eliciting sounds you were dying to hear.

His voice was quite low, husky and deep. Breathless even, still trying to process the thought of sucking your cock about 5 minutes earlier. "Haah...hah.." he moaned. Shuddering under your touch. Groping his thighs gently, feeling the untouched parts of his body THAT if you were a random person, he'd probbably be killing.

Raphael bit his lip. Feeling you lick up a stripe on his neck as you let his leg rest onto your shoulder. His low voice quite muffled as he felt your slick cock thrust against his clothed one. Feeling more turned on than ever.

You panted, stroking your cock a little as you pushed your fingers deep into your mouth. Prepping your fingers at his tight entrance. And yet, raphael felt himself harden at the sight. He whimpered. Anticipating from whats about to come next.

"Thats it, good boy. Breathe, in and out.." you murmured. Kissing him on the lips as you let your fingers circle around his tight rear. He choked as his legs bended, his knees shoulder level as he held onto you for dear Heavens.

Raphael let out a a uncomfortable moan, your first finger sliding in. Slowly by slowly, till it reached to your knuckle. He shifted, his ass clenching and unclencing awkwardly. "Shh, Stay still sweetheart. You wont be able to take all of me at this rate." You whispered. Laughing softly as you Licked and rubbed his ear under your teeth. Making him shudder in pleasure.

As your second finger went in, raphael let out a hitched whine. Feeling your two digits slowly pump in and out of him. Scissoring his insides with almost electrifying like prescision. The thong he was wearing was soaked, soaked with his precum and your own dick juice from earlier.

"Y-Y/N. Do not tease me any further. I will.. i cant.. i-.. nngh." Raphaels words were cut, cut into desperate breathless sentences. And that spurred you on even more, you cant take it anymore either. With one sigh, you leaned back and kissed his fabric-clad calf. His thong underneath your fingers as you pulled your digits out, making him whine at the loss.

Yet he gasped, another much more larger intruision teasing him. Teasing him at his very rear end. Raphael averted your gaze and bit his lip, hiding his eyes with his forearm. Bucking his hip onto thin air. Waiting, waiting so patiently for you to take him and fuck him with pleasure.

And, ofcourse, you didnt even have to think twice as you entered his tight ass. Grunting as he clenched snd unclenched rapidly. You were quite amused, the esteemed knights cock was already gushing with precum. Twitching badly. He was so sensitive it hurt. It hurt that it was so embarassing.

With another sigh, you began picking pace and thrusting your cock in and out with a gentle demeanor. "Good boy." You muttered, leaning in as you grabbed his legs. "Taking me in.. so well. So good for me." Raphael groaned. Drool leaking from his pretty lips as he whined. Still covering his eyes, unable to look at you with a perverse shame.

"Mmh....f-Fuckk.." his voice cracked, your cock hitting a sensitive bundle of nerves. His regal facade already crumbling before your eyes. And only replaced by a obedient slutty cutie.

Raphael bucked his hips upwards as you began picking up a faster pace. Holding onto his ankles or thighs, or anything at this point. "Nngh...nghhh..." he moans, feeling your cock pound into his ass relentlessly. But yet... such in a gentle manner.

" wanna cum deep inside of you sweetheart. " you whispered. Your hand snaking up to fondle his firm chest. "You want me to fill you the brim darling?" You chuckled, sending shivers down his spine as he shuddered in pleasure.

"I.. i dont know a-anymore. I. A.ahh.." he whimpered. "Ah, ah ah!" Raphael moaned even louder. Feeling your cock pump into his ass even harder, he was close. So fucking close to this unknown feeling once more.

And with one slightly forcefull thrust, raphaels eyes shot wide open. and his pretty mouth half open as a lewd broken string of moans accompanied his body, convulsing as you felt him tighten around you. Tighten so hard feeling as if your cock will get chopped off. White long ropes splattered onto his muscled abdomen, and onto his firm chest, staining his brallete translucent strokes of Cum.

And with the sight alone, you felt your cock pulsate with need. You immediatley leaned in to occupy his lips, and which he leaned back to eagerly. Riding the remnants of his orgasam off as he felt your own seed fill him. "Mmh..mhghm...mg y/n..y/n." He muttered your name, almost like a mantra. his voice tainted with the lewd sounds of sloppily salivia mixing together.

And with one final thrust, you both collapse on the hard oak wood desk. Catching your breaths as raphael clinged onto you. Still twitching as he tried to compose himself. He closed his eyes tight as he wrapped his legs aroumd your torso.

"Good boy." You grinned. Panting.

"Such a good fucking boy."

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I got very determined to make this bc of this exact pic... (when i was looking for a fic banner lmao)

HIS TITS AND ABS AND WAIST UWAHHHH

IT LOOKS LIKE HES GETTING POUNDED FROM BEHIND I HATE MYSELF OH MY GOSHH such grabbable waist omg i wonder how no one ever thought of fucking this sweet thing 🙏🙏

ok good night hope u guys like that anyways 🙄

[changelingirl]

Summer Schoolmistress (a fallen london lore post)

This is the result of me and @mayli-song throwing things back and forth as soon as she got released. The Summer Schoolmistress is a Whitsun special and costs Fate so everything is below the cut, but LETS TALK ABOUT TREES!

First: some of the Fun Clues that tip you off to, and then outright state, what she is physically! This part isn't really up for debate. She's a tree. She'll tell you outright. (Why a tree looks like a person is another question. Gijinka headcanons real question mark.)

She rests her fingers in a bowl of black liquid on a side table, and lets them drink like the roots of a tree. Her flesh goes taut and strained, and she shudders.

Once you've watched her kids a few times, you can ask her what she is and actually get a response; funny enough, she starts off with the weird esoteric stuff and then becomes more understandable. From "asking about her nature":

She picks up a teacup. The cup is miniscule in her palm. "I was not born in the usual way. It was a subtractive process: all acts of consumption have their byproducts. Accidents. Waste. I am the remnant of one such consumption." The teacup rattles the saucer as she sets it down without taking a sip.

From asking her why she cares for all the Whitsun babies:

"I know a little of parental duty. Of how it feels when it is not upheld. I will not permit such failings while I am able to prevent them."

(Given that she outright states that the Bazaar is her parent, and the Whitsun children, at least some of them, are also sentient and aware of their parentage--from the Tracklayer city plotline--I put my first speculation here, regarding her motive; she lives outside the city, but still near it, and watches the children. She both resents the Bazaar and yet refers to the Sun in a derogatory way for not coming back to it. Very eldest-daughter-who-had-to-raise-her-siblings energy, complete with the very complicated feelings about your parent that it can instill if you're aware of whatever they're going through and yet still had to raise your siblings.)

When you can finally ask her about the Bazaar;

..."Four catastrophes in, and not a one has seen it yet – the Bazaar is a saprotroph, and drains his cities dry." Are you imagining it, or is there now less tea in her cup? "One thing would sustain him truly." She looks to a painting of the Sun, hung above the mantle, and closes her eyes. "But he is too immature and craven to return."

A saprotroph is a fungus, or another organism that feeds on dead bodies. I think this is probably more metaphorical than anything. She speaks in plant metaphors a LOT.

This is also the part where she's rude to the Sun.

Eventually, she'll tell you about her mother.

"In some ways, I am my mother. In many others, I am not." Her voice is soft; her gaze distant. "She was the oldest tree in London when it fell. Her roots are my roots." A long pause. "We all grow where we may, and accept any kindnesses we can. You, I think, have been kind."

And returning to the first thing she said;

"My birth was a process of subtraction. All that remembered the Sun was wrung from my parent like water from a sponge, to satisfy his unrequited pining."

So; the oldest tree in London. The Bazaar took the part of the tree that remembered the sun, and she is what's left. (Not sure yet whether this is more of a graft/cutting situation or if she is literally the same tree in a Rose Quartz/Steven Universe kinda deal. It honestly sounds more like the latter with how she describes it, but she talks in a very roundabout metaphorical way pretty constantly.)

Anyway the oldest tree in London is called the Totteridge Yew;

Now technically, this tree is located outside of London city, in the suburb of Totteridge. I briefly toyed with trying to figure out whether it would've been taken in the Fall before Mayli put me on the right path once again, via Mutton Island's trees. At one point when bringing back supplies, Summer brings back a withered apple; one of the only places in London where apple trees are still growing, however badly, is Mutton Island.

Mutton Island was stated to previously have been a suburb of London; the word resembles Totteridge in the kind of loose way that a lot of Fallen London's location names resemble their surface counterparts. And more importantly, Totteridge is located in Barnet--and Low Barnet is located right underneath Mutton Island.

Conclusion: I think I can pretty safely say that the Summer Schoolmistress's mother is the Totteridge Yew. Also, RIP to all those suburbs in between central London and Totteridge that presumably just kinda fell into the Zee.

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I’ve only recently thought of this but I’ve personally never seen anyone do like, a giant naga and a Cervitaur (deer centaur). Just imagine it. Maybe have like a game they play together when both of them are bored is for the naga to chase the Cervitaur. Honestly I would love to ramble of the scenarios I’ve cooked up but I wouldn’t want to bore you and this ask is long as it Hehehe

- 🌽 anon

Ps: this isn’t related to the ask but I’m told that sometimes I act like venti sometimes. Just thought id share :3

(I always love nagas and I made a cervitaur sona YEARS ago, so perfect combo! Here's a naga trying to bask and a cervitaur bothering him because every character I make is either sad or a menace.

Also, I took a very lengthy and startlingly in depth Genshin Impact character quiz and got Albedo. Do with that information what you will, lmao.

Also, also, feel free to ramble! I always love reading how creative people are here!)

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TW/CW: Just G/t

“Lazarus!” They called out, stotting towards the largest predator in the forest. Who was currently basking on a stretch of dark stone that had already melted the first inch or so of snowfall of the season that showed up in the night, making it the warmest spot within a mile probably.

They saw a section of ombre blue coil twitch ever so slightly at their call, the sound of a soft groan joining the small movement. It wasn’t long before a humanoid torso larger than them pushed itself up to blearily look around with green eyes. Cat-like slits narrowed onto them and a gaze that would likely have naturally left many cowering only made their tail wag for a second, slowing to a light trot up to the naga.

A black tongue that faded to pink flicked out of the nagas mouth as he tasted the air briefly, greeting, “Yew.”

“Whatcha doing,” the cervitaur asked rhetorically, knowing that he had been warming up in the morning sun. And, as they jumped up to balance on top of his rather large tail, he read their emotions pretty easily. The tail beneath them twitched slightly to the side to jostle them a bit, making them yelp. The sound elicited a chuckle from the naga.

“Feeling bored, are you?” Lazarus questioned back, tongue flicking out again as he resettled his head back on crossed arms. His coils shifted slowly and carefully to use the tip of his tail to prod at their side. He snorted as they batted it away. “No,” Yew immediately replied on instinct. They paused and fidgeted with their hands a bit as they sheepishly amended, “I mean.. Well, yeah, I’m a bit bored… the first snow has put everything in a sluggish state and I already collected the last of the berries around.”

The naga hummed, tilting his head slightly. “And you're not sluggish as well?”

“No,” they sighed, absentmindedly scraping their hoof on the scales beneath them lightly. “I’m restless and Espen said he was too busy already preparing for winter to make time to hang out.” “He’s more warm-blooded than me.”

“That’s what I said,” Yew huffed, crossing their arms as the duo talked about their ursine friend. “I didn’t really feel like hanging by the side of the river while waiting for him to fill up his fish basket, the river water is freezing today.”

“I imagine,” Lazarus chuckled. He shifted so that he lifted his head from his crossed arms and gently poked at their side with a dark blue claw this time, green eyes glinting in the sunlight. “I’m going to go ahead and guess that you’re probably here to either bother me from my basking with chatter or that you want to play.”

“Well, it sounds childish when you put it like that,” they didn’t flinch from the sharp digit that brushed against their furry-halfs ribs, simply huffing and giving him a disgruntled pout that probably just proved his point. “But, yes, I was hoping to do something together.”

The naga actually laughed slightly at their response and pulled his hand back. With a small grunt of effort he pushed himself off the stone to take the weight off his arms, reaching out and scooping up his smaller companion in his claws off of his tail. 

Yew didn’t squirm or struggle as the claws closed in and folded their legs beneath them to make it easier for him to hold them in his palms that didn’t involve them struggling with balance. They waited patiently the few seconds it took for him to lower his hands from his tail level and tilt his hands down, letting themself slide off his hands slightly before getting up and hopping down, hooves clattering a bit on the stone as they landed.

“How about a chase then, hmm?” Lazarus asked, reaching up and stretching his arms over his head as the cervitaur turned back to face him. “Burn that energy out of your system.”

“Yes!” Yew jumped slightly in place, excited at the thought of a game so much that their tail wagged again. They knew that he could catch them easily with a powerful burst from his tail, but they also knew that he enjoyed these sorts of games as well. They hopped from hoof to hoof giddily, asking, “Five seconds, like usual?”

“Sounds good to me,” the naga finished stretching. A few audible pops and cracks made Yew’s ears twitch as he rolled his shoulders, looking down with mischievous eyes. “Run.”

Yew happily pranced in place for a moment before whirling around and bolting into the trees. They didn’t hear Lazarus count down and he didn’t need to, they were already counting down in their head. And, as they mentally went from one to zero, they heard the distant shift of scales against stone and the exclamation of ‘Here I come!’.

They couldn't help but glance behind them, letting out a yelp that was the result of instinctive panic at seeing a giant naga slithering towards them and playful giddiness that made the end turn into a bit of a laugh.

For over half an hour Yew was chased by Lazarus. They leapt over fallen trees and rocks that his powerful tail easily crushed or swept aside if he didn't feel like slithering around them. He'd occasionally block them with his tail, but they'd either leap over it or flip around to run in the opposite direction. They felt the rush of wind sometimes as he playfully missed grabbing at them. It was only when their pace flagged noticeably that he decided that the game had gone on long enough.

“Getting tired?” Lazarus asked, slithering around to block the cervitaurs current trajectory.

“Not at all,” Yew replied, lying through their teeth. They reared back as a wall of scales shifted in front of them, too close to even try jumping over. Sides heaving, they glowered at their larger friend, wheeling around to start bolting in the opposite direction. But another coil of his massive tail was already there to block them off. Indignant at being corralled they grumpily exclaimed, “Hey! You’re not playing fair!”

“And you’re lying,” the naga hummed as he shifted his coils enough to gently curl around the cervitaur. Yew let out a disappointed groan as the walls of scale around them easily shifted their small form and coiled around them, the cool scales feeling like a relief against them after the running roundabout they’d just had, even as they were lifted up to the nagas awaiting hands. As the coils loosened and his claws scooped them up again, they crossed their arms over their chest. “Even if I am lying, it’s still not fair.”

“Think of it as repayment for interrupting my bask,” Lazarus’s tongue flicked out, everything shifting as he started to slither back to the dark stone from earlier. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

The duo hadn’t really wandered off incredibly far and it didn’t take much time for him to take them from slightly snow covered grass and dripping trees back onto the warmer stone clearing he’d been laying in earlier.

[ghostkingdoesstuff]

Here's the thing, I've seen WAY TOO MUCH Leah hate in this fandom, but next to no one talking about Percy and Luke's casting.

I've been thinking about this for a long time but want to make this explicitly clear: IT'S NOT THE ACTORS FAULT FOR LANDING A JOB!

Everyone is up in a tissy about Annabeth being black, but no one seems to care that Percy is white. Now I'm aware that his race was never explicit in the text but Rick did mention in an interview that Percy has a "Mediterranean complection" a description so vauge it could mean anything from a slight tan to very melanin blessed. I think many of us in the PJO Fandom with some melanin were disappointed if not expecting the casting to fall as it is. It's not uncommon in Hollywood for casting directors to choose the conventional Blone haired blue-eyed white dude to be the main character of the story. It's what's expecting, and the primary projected audience for the show is going to be early teens white boys who want to see themselves as Percy.

Now, with Luke, my problem is the exact opposite. Being a white dude is intrinsic to his character arc (I'm only kinda joking about that) Luke Castellan, despite his rough child hood, was born and raised in Westport Coneticticut, a place where the population is over 92% white. To me, his character arc reminded me of the white men who thought they knew what was best for everyone. Taking the path of violents and anger to get his point across while others, often POC (see Charlie beckendorf, Ethan Nakamura, possibly Michael Yew) were caught in the crossfire of what he thought was the best course of action. Innuendo Studios on YouTube has a series called Alt Right Playbook, and in the episode titled "The cost of doing business," he explains how marginalized communities are offten the pawns in the game of white supremacy. For Luke, the pawns of this game are underage, often unclaimed, or children of minor god who feel they have no place at camp. Maybe his intentions were good, but ultimately, he didn't care about the demigods he was claiming to fight for as much as he hated the gods and wanted revenge. The thing that made Percy Jackson different was how he acknowledged the problems in the system and used his one shot to create institutional change.

I'm not saying that Walker and Charles can't tell the same story, but the message is certainly different, and it bugs me. Remember that Disney isn't your friend for bringing your childhood to life. It's a carefully crafted money-making scheme designed to appeal to the largest audience possible. Stop harassing the actors, especially Leah Jeffries, poor girl has been through too much. Dedicate that energy towards Disney and the fact that they're sending money to Israel to fund a genocide. The time is now to be a hero, fight some titans to get the gods to listen. Remember the moral of the story you hold so dearly and see that the God's are corrupt, but that doesn’t mean you're powerless against them. Percy Jackson didn't defeat Aries at 12 years old for you to feel powerless. You're strong, your voice is powerful, and you have the power to change the world. Have a nice day.

[racfoam]

More Professor Gaunt. (because I wanted to write a kiss)

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The next few lessons (Hermione and Ron had told her there was absolutely no way Professor Gaunt was Voldemort because he ‘isn’t terrible enough’) were absolute torture for Harry.

Harry was terrified. She fought off panic attacks every few minutes, stopped writing down things from the board, and the only thing that didn’t suffer was the wandwork.

Harry was honestly just glad she didn't find out during OWLs or she would have flunked all of them. She remembers how normal it all was (even Neville was confident and performed every charm on his first try during the practical), how prepared Professor Gaunt made sure they were. Harry had seen Fred and George grinning ear to ear after their DADA NEWTs, and they even sent Professor Gaunt chocolate frogs without any ulterior motives. Every NEWT and OWL student was pleased with the DADA OWL exam.

Harry remembers how she talked Professor Gaunt’s ear off after the exam from happiness, telling him about getting extra credit for the Patronus (how embarassing, she was puffing up pridefully like a bloody peacock) — nobody else got extra credit.

Now, Harry couldn’t believe she'd been so open, friendly, and vulnerable with him — Voldemort.

First, Harry was sad. Hurt. One would think she'd stop giving DADA teachers any trust after last year, and of course, it’s come to slap her in the face. Stupid, foolish Harry.

Then the hurt disappeared and anger came. How dare Voldemort do this? How dare he lie to everyone? Why did he even bother coming here? To spy on Harry? Maybe.

Sadness came again, this one a sad acceptance. Voldemort would always lie to everyone, including Harry, as long as it was for his own gain. It was almost relieving, that acceptance.

It almost felt good not to be angry, or betrayed, to just be... disappointed and exhausted.

Suddenly, everything made sense. Why his face was so familiar... because it was Voldemort’s face. Just not white, not as snake-like, with a nose, black hair, chocolate brown eyes, slender, masculine fingers and pink lips.

Harry thumped the back of her head against the wall, welcoming the pain. She was in a cupboard, skiving off the next to last lesson of DADA. She couldn't look at him anymore. It hurt too much.

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“You’re not even going to deny it?”

“No,” answered Gaunt calmly. “Nobody will believe you.”

Harry breathed a bitter laugh. It sounded a bit mad, but what did it matter?

“Suppose it was fun for you, having us trust you —”

“Harriet —”

“Was it fun, Voldemort, lying to me again?!”

The yell died out into silence. That was the worst. Harry wanted Voldemort to yell, too. Harry wanted to fight him, argue with him, anything to chase away the pain in her heart over another betrayal.

“You fucking —” And she was stepping forward now, looking up into his striking features, watching the glowing, red irises and the slitted orbs instead of round ones, and she shoved him on the chest, hard, with both hands, just pressing him into the wall of the small cupboard. “—fucking liar —”

Warm, strong hands cupped her cheeks, and the red eyes stared down at her. There was a softness to his features now, an openess to his face, a vulnerability. The hands stilled her, and the gold and sunlight warmed her cheeks upon their touch.

No touch brought that except his. It really was him.

“I wanted to spend time with you,” he whispered, the timbre of his voice soft and hypnotising — like a lullaby. “Keep you out of trouble.”

Harry was stunned for a moment.

“You...” Her brain stopped functioning properly. “What?”

“I wanted,” he repeated, leaning down, pressing his forehead to hers. He smelled on snow and yew leaves. “to spend time with you.”

“You —” she growled, trying to cling onto the anger, not let her fluttering heart or butterflies in her stomach win. “you think I care —”

“I know you do,” he said, brushing a few strands of hair away that obscured her forehead and cheeks. “You care about me, Harry.”

It was too soft, too kind, too understanding. Harry hated it. She hated it. It was difficult to be angry with him when he spoke like that, when he looked so vulnerable, when he gave her some sort of Dark Lord puppy eyes that were really effective and Harry hated it because she just wanted to be angry — to hold him and be held by him — and he looked like a kicked puppy, the bastard —

“That doesn’t —" snarled Harry, struggling to stay angry. “— it doesn’t change anything —”

“It changes a lot of things, Harry.” he said, smiling that wonderful, broad smile, putting Harry's racing heart into full gear, like a speeding train —

His face got very close. His nose brushed over hers, nuzzling. Voldemort cupped Harry’s cheeks, leaned down, and stole any other argument by claiming Harry’s mouth in a kiss of starlight and liquid gold.

His lips were the softest thing in the world.

[shdwtouch]

🥒 - Are you thinking about reviving old muses? Who?

munday meme || accepting

this is such an unfair question, I feel like I'm being called out XD cuz if you know me at all and have been following me for any amount of time you would know I am always thinking about reviving old muses. like. I've even talked about it on this blog, turning it into a multi or adding side muses cuz I just. have so many muses that I love and want to share and write with folks !

Indi has been my most recent muse I've been going back and forth on. he is a spy oc I made for a group rp that flopped and I just. fell in love with him. he is my cryptid son just doing his best. he has a lot of like. cyberpunk and dystopian lore tho so I'm always kinda :x about writing him cuz I don't want to assume people would write in his universe, but at the same time some of that lore is like ? important to what he is capable of as a character. so idk. I'm always conflicted on if I should bring him back and how I should bring him back, if I should focus on his scifi lore or maybe lean more into his cryptid side... like he really would fit in with kaey and shade...

another couple muses would be zhu dai and yew, they're some of my original lore babs that are always kinda kicking around in my head. but they're both very lore heavy and I just. always feel awkward about presenting that. zhu dai is like. an anti-god ? I really don't know how to describe her but shes a bamf on fire, lets just say that. and then yew is my selkie oc ! which... I also feel awkward about writing cuz like. my name is selkie, does that make it weird ? idk.

lastly but not least we have wystan and myk. wystan is actually a character in kaeys lore / universe that got a lot of his own development due to my friend mel and I just. really love and appreciate him as his own character now. very merc type. while myk is my magic boi, based on mixed lore relating to crossroads, black dogs, etc. hes kind of an asshole and is very eccentric but hes also stuck in a time loop so we gotta give him a tiny break tbh. I love both of them a lot, but just. feel like I never get enough interest in them ? or that maybe they are difficult to interact with ?

in general a lot of my reluctance in writing and bringing these characters back is a) interest and whether their lore is accessible enough to make them easy to interact with and b) my own, like, motivation and energy to write them. currently all of these characters are just. sitting in limbo on my multi sideblog ( @astralradio ) but I really would love to be able to bring them out to play more often !

[dolly-macabre]

Here have some filth. I have no self control and need to share it before I go insane.

Loves me a switchy Pickle 😈

🔞NSFW under the cut🔞

“Look, lady, I’m just naht interested…” Pickles cleared his throat to cut through the awkwardness of the situation, “Great tits though..”

I peer from behind a large piece of sound tech. I had just been escorted backstage after finally getting to see the boys play in person, and I happened to notice an exchange between Pickles and an absolutely gorgeous, sandy-haired woman. With her figure she could easily be a model. 

“You’re turning me down??” She's taken aback as a klokateer leads her away from backstage.

“Yeeeah, nuthin’ personal but nope.” Pickles shrugs.

My heart begins to leap out of my chest as I step out from my hideout, the band making their way backstage. The rest of the guys (except Nathan) have at least one or two women on their arms.

“Oh, heys look! It’s Dollys! Hi, Dollys!” Toki calls out, waving to me.

I hate to ignore the guy but I have a one track mind right now. I step past Toki, my heart still pounding as I grab Pickles’ hand. Face as expressionless as I can keep it.

“Can I talk to you?.. Y’know, in private?” I ask, voice low.

“Ah.. Uh yeah. No prahblem..” he stutters while I pull him away.

“Uh.. Byes Dollys?” Toki stammers.

“What ams her deals?” Skwisgaar adds.

“She looked like she had to take a schit if you aschk me..” Murderface insinuates.

“That doesn’t make any sense.. Why would she.. Oh dear god..” Nathan is stunned at his own filthy thoughts.

***

*Click*

I quickly lock the unisex bathroom door behind us.

“Look, I think I might know what this is about, and I-” Pickles starts to explain himself until I cut him with a deep, passionate kiss, my fingers lacing through his ginger locs. I pull away just long enough to whisper in his ear.

“I heard everything..” my hungry lips meet his again.

He pulls away slightly, “Ya heard that, huh? I figured yew just saw me talkin’ to her and finally snapped..” 

He lets out a nervous chuckle as my lips trail down his neck, leaving black lipstick marks on his corpse paint. I let one hand slip down to his cock, stroking it through his jeans.

“F-Fuck…” he moans, growing harder as I tease him, “Didja really think I was gonna leave ya hanging after the show?”

He grins, grinding into my grip, “What kinda boyfriend would thaht make me??”

“A pretty shitty one!” I snicker, nipping at his neck playfully.

“I couldn’t do thaht to my angel…” he interjects, holding my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. All the while, desperately rubbing his clothed groin into my hand.

“And I want to reward you for that, handsome…” I pull my hand away, earning a little whimper from him. Oh, how I love when he gets like this.. So needy.

“How’s dat?” his breathy voice lowering.

I get down on my knees before him, reaching for the button of his jeans.

“Are ya sure ya wanna do that?? I- Uh.. just got off stage and I kinda- O-Ohhh..” he moans as I take his sweaty cock in hand.

“Oh, I’m very sure.. You’ve more than earned it..” I smirk up at him.

“Nyeh!!” he cries out as my grip tightens and I start stroking him. I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it ever so gently. Salty sweat drips on my tongue.

“A-Ah!...” His voice catches in his throat, his hand coming down to grasp at my hair. I lick him from base to tip, placing a teasing kiss on the head of his dick.

“Such a good boy…” I speak, my voice gravelly. I lick the taste of his exertion from my lips.

“Yer killin’ me, Dolls…” his breath becoming heavier as I wrap my lips around his head. Just then, his hips jolt forward, pushing his cock all the way in. 

“Ahhh.. Fuuuuck…” a deep groan escapes him, his grip tightening on my hair. I moan around his throbbing length, my tongue wrapping around him fervently. Cupping his balls, I begin to set a steady pace. Hearing him come undone right above me, there’s nothing quite like it.

“How the fuck are yew so gewd at this???” he exclaims, sweat and corpse paint dripping off of him.

Suddenly, he tugs roughly at my hair, urging me forward.

“I’m gonna fuck yer mouth now, okay, baby?” 

I make a muffled sound and nod, eyes locked on his. I let my jaw relax completely as he gets a better grip on the back of my head. 

Fuck my mouth, indeed! He pumps himself in my drooling mess of a mouth at a bruising pace.

“Who’s my little slut, huh??” he gasps.

All I can do is gurgle pathetically, trying to catch my breath.

“Dat’s right… You are, dollface..” he carefully wipes a tear from my cheek as he speeds up. The man’s endurance was so insane and that only fueled my desire to please him. My jaw starts to go numb but my tongue continues to lap on his dick, hoping that the added pressure would bring him closer to sweet relief.

And, man, did it! Pickles’ thrusts go from punishing to unsteady as his hips jerk back and forth. He lets out a sharp cry as his load shoots into the back of my throat. So bitter but so sweet on my palate, gratefully I swallow every last drop. He twitches through the last of his orgasm, softly stroking my hair with one hand and holding my cheek with the other.

I pull myself off of him before we both sink to the floor, exhausted. After catching his breath, Pickles grins at me.

“ I gotta turn down groupies more often…” he sighs, tired as all hell but content. I kick his shoe with my platform boot.

“More like all the time, dude..” I grunt.

Once I finally catch my breath, I stand and hold out my hand for him.

“C’mon, let’s freshen up a little and find the guys!”

“I mean they’re prahbably just gettin’ their dicks wet. Let’s just head to the chopper n’ wait for em there. Plus, y’know, I gotta get this fuckin paint off me.”

“Fair enough!” I wash my hands and face in the small sink, using a damp paper towel to wipe away my smeared eye makeup.

“Hey.. I- uh love you and stuff, okay?.. Thanks fer lettin’ me cum down yer throat..” he chuckles, freckled face as red as a cherry.

“Of course, babe!” I wink at him. I know he’s not the best at sharing his feelings but if anything I just find it so endearing.

***

(Later on the Dethcopter)

The boys and I settled in for the trip back home. Everyone, fatigued in some way. Toki takes a seat next to me on the couch as I scroll through my phone mindlessly. 

“Heys! Why didsja blows me off, huh??” he asks, a little upset. 

I look up from my phone, my brain attempting to process what he just said. I snort-laugh, Pickles joining in .

“Oh! I’m sorry, Toki! I didn’t mean to snub you! I was… just in a hurry!”

“What's ams so funny??” Toki retorts.

“OH HEY! That remindsch me… Hey, hey, Pickles.” Murderface nudges his bandmate.

“Dude.. Waht?..” Pickles has his arm slung over his face, trying to relax.

“How wasch your Cleveland Schteamer??”

“MY WAHT.”