#but it’s still …. i cant think of the word

[whokilledsamara]

Hello! I don’t usually make requests but i have one could u pretty please if u have time? 🥺

Anyways the request would be like homocipher boys (especially my bbg Mr Crawling) pussy drunk. Pls.

PUSSY DRUNK

a very short fic for a few of the Homicipher boys. {Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood}. Homicipher x afab!reader.

warnings! : each are different so a bit of violence, neediness, switch!reader, smut, porn, PORN NO PLOT!!! almost all of them are cunnilingus

{an: if you meant a fic with all of them in a gangbang sense, you can send in another request}

MR. CRAWLING

"Not now Mr. Crawling, im busy." you say softly, gently petting his head as he tugs at your skirt. "Please..", he practically begs, his lips turned into a pout. he was always so desperate to please you, stopping at nothing as long as it made you happy. his eager face made it so hard to resist, and with a sigh, you gently part your legs before continuing to use your hands with what you were doing. almost as soon as you do so, his face is shoved as far as it can go, a whine leaving his lips as he has to pull away to remove your underwear. a giggle escapes you while you watch.

...

"mngh.. fuck, please.." the words slipped so effortlessly from your lips, Mr. Crawling's head so deep between those legs of yours that you couldnt think straight. your hand was fisted in his hair, tugging often. whines left him almost constantly, his hands holding up your thighs on his shoulders and off the chair. "Me want, More" he states softly, his voice muffled as he stares up at you, the lower half of his face still stuffed between your thighs. as you nod softly, he hums and shoves two of his long and slender fingers inside of you, effortlessly curling them upwards towards your g-spot. "a-ah..!" your voice hits a high peak at the sudden intrusion, legs trembling as yet another orgasm rips through you, despite how many you had previously. as overstimulated as you were, the man between your legs gives a few more licks to your clit, slowly pulling away. as he sits up, Mr. Crawling stares up at you with a cheeky grin, his chin covered in your juices. "Good." ..... "Big, Good."

MR. SCARLETELLA

as usual, he was feeling needy. every since you pretty much marked him as your "slave", he has been near you at all times, getting upset whenever you interact with others instead of him. this time in particular though, you watched tears fall from his eyes as he stared up at you with a desperate expression. despite the cold look on your face, and the amount of times you rejected him, he still pleads. "Please." he whines, his hands trembling against your thighs. "Please what..? not this again." you ask, glaring down at him. his hands grab at your raincoat, face a pleading mess. "Need, You." he begs. you think for a second, a long exasperated sigh leaving your lips before you finally do what he always dreamed of. you roll your eyes, head tilting to a nod. that was all the conformation he needed.

hours had gone by, your unfortunate yet aching cunt so desperately clenched around his tongue, his hands clawing at your thighs. his skilled tongue circled your clit an uncanny amount of times, his pace never slowing. "A-ah wait.. wait i cant.. fuccckk.." another orgasm ripped through you and then, only then, did his pace falter. "You, Like?" he asked, pulling his face up from your legs with an uncanny glare. you nod many times, his smile only growing wider. his lips lean in and press against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. as much as you denied your feelings for the man, you couldn't think of anything but how good he felt and tasted. with a thoughtful groan, you wiggle your finger at him, signaling for him to stand. immediately he obeys, face flushed and juices dripping down his chin. your eyes are locked on his for a second before you speak in a demanding tone.

"Take off your pants."

MR. SILVAIR

he was NEVER needy. so why was today different? one of the other residents had managed to piss him off so much that he couldn't think straight. his usually calm demeanor shifted completely dark, not even a hint of his usual smile on his face. even Mr. Chopped seemed worried, asking softly if he was okay. Mr. Silvair ignored him, his gaze fixated on your eyes. he nods his head to his "research room", silently instructing you to go. he follows closely behind you, the heavy door slamming shut and locking you both in the room.

...

a huff leaves his lips as his hands angrily lift you up and slam you on his examination table, ass up for him, with little to no way for you to escape. "W-what are you doing? Whats wrong?.. Mr. Silvair-!" you ask hurriedly, hands scrambling to find something to grab. he ignores your pleas and hikes up your raincoat, forcing off your panties with one quick motion. you couldn't see him as you tried to look behind you, but you felt him sink to his knees."H-hey- ah..!-" your words are cut off with a moan as his long, snakelike tongue slips between your folds. Mr. Silvair's strong hands keep you spread with ease, giving him full access as he greedily eats your pussy like its the last meal on earth. "Stop Squirming." his usually calm voice turns dark, his fingers digging a touch deeper into your hips as he keeps you held up for him. as hard as you can, you attempt to keep your hips still. his tongue reaches as deep as it can reach, making you harshly bite your lip and see stars, juices running down his face as you finally orgasm. "A-ah right there--fuck! please.." your begs go unnoticed as he releases you and stands, walking out of the room without another glance. seemingly, this little outburst would hold him down for a while.

be glad it was only his tongue this time.

MR. GAP

a while after you got used to your residency at the complex, you learned your lesson about walking near the gaps. the man who always seemed to appear at the worst moments, would mainly only mess with you. usually, it would only be a small poke as your ankle as you walked by, a tug at your hair when you had your back turned, or small scares he would pull off. eventually you learned to ignore it, or altogether stay away from the walls, but unfortunately for you, today was a day you slipped up. as careless as it seemed, you were walking on your own, tiredness taking over your expression. the day was hectic, having to deal with more than one entity at a time.

a sudden yelp escapes your throat as you are yanked by your arm into a small opening in the wall. your back ends up pressed against the nearest wall, Mr. Gap's face level with yours with that sick, uncanny expression he always has. you huff and use your hand to push at his face, the ever so sassy man rolling his eyes and grabbing your wrist. "You're No, Fun." he grumbles, hands fumbling with your shorts. "The fuck are you doing?" you mutter as a hushed yell, eyes glaring at his. the grin on his face grows wider as he shoves off your pants, before suddenly dissolving into nothing. your eyes dart around, confusion evident in your expression until a sudden whine leaves your lips at an unknown feeling hits your core. looking down, you find Mr. Gap nose deep in between your legs, eyes locked on yours as he smirks into you. your hand shoots down to grab his hair, attempting to pull him away as embarrassment fills your expression. though unluckily for you, or luckily depending on how you take it,, he doesn't move. instead, he groans into your hand, his hands tighten on your thighs as he pushes his face deeper, licking and sucking anything he can manage.

after many failed orgasms, and many tears from his constant edging, finally after everything he lets you cum, sucking hard enough on your clit to have a loud moan escape you, thighs clenching around his head.

though something tells you he isnt done.

MR. HOOD

as mono tuned as the man was, and as little as expressive as he was, he couldn't help his built up tension. while no, he didn't understand the concept of love, or at-least he wouldn't admit it- he knew and felt the need for touch. he often would allow you inside of his coat, usually just chilling in there or whatever you called it- but you never saw it as anything more than companionship. or so he figured. the moment he felt you experiment by placing your hand just above his crotch, his views changed.

with little to no effort, Mr. Hood plucked you out of his coat, setting you gently on the nearest table. he stared at you for a second, chest heavy. he could definitely sense your confusion- but as he kept his gaze on you, he reached out to grab your leg, his oddly feeling hand sat calmly on the inside of your thigh. "May, Touch?" Mr. Hood asked, an almost worried tone in his words. quicker than he could get his words out, you were nodding. his body stilled for a second, almost as if he was debating his life choices, but ultimately decided to continue. gentle fingers reach under your raincoat, tugging down your panties with ease. and while he would never admit it, he quite greatly enjoyed the small sounds you made when his fingers traced your lips. he hesitates for a second, before pushing a single ghostly finger inside. it was oddly cold, but felt so good inside of you as he worked his way in. a long moan leaves you, your hands reaching out to grab his arms. one of his tentacles shoots out, replacing his finger that instead opted for your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. "Oh fuck.." you breathe out, legs trembling at your embarrassingly close orgasm. "I-im gonna c- mmngh!!" a hushed scream leave you as the tentacle curls, thrusting hard at your G-spot. it sends you over the edge, your juices flowing down your thighs and around the appendage. with a sigh, he pulls out, seemingly pleased.

"Turn Around."

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[wingwisher]

I was barely aware of what was happening, whatever they'd drugged me with was strong, I had a brief awareness that I might not remember this later

I could swear that the altar had fog pouring off it but I couldn't see where from as they put me on it. The stone was soft like a snake, you just had to pet it in the right direction.

I think I passed out for a bit during the ritual, because the next thing I remember was the chains binding me to the altar shattering, and a figure floating about me.

"What have they done to you?" The figure wailed. It took until the floating entity sat me upright and repeated the question to realize it was directed at me. But I was still so heavily drugged I hadn't really understood the words so had to ask for it to be repeated a third time.

I don't think I spoke particularly coherently, but mumbled something about sacrifice. And asked who the entity was.

"I'm your parent." The figure patiently explained.

"That. Explains some things in retrospect." I managed, struggling to hold onto what exactly it did explain in the moment but certain that it did.

"I can't believe these supposed followers of mine would try and do such a thing to you! I should slay them for even considering harming you!"

"I'm not really big on death…" I mumbled, as the world canted slowly sideways.

"Understood. No matter how long they live, no matter how little food or drink they have, they shall from this point never know the release of death."

A group of demon worshippers are about to sacrifice you but what they don’t know is that the demon they follow is your loving parent.

[yemmuis]

edging your husband!gojo until he literally cant take it anymore.

you made a bet. with him, that is. after a honeymoon of fucking like rabbits, drinking too much and sleeping in every day, you decided it might be fun to make your man wait a bit before he can have you again. specifically after something he said in the afterglow of sex and champagne, snuggling into you tightly.

“hey, baby?” gojo breathes against your neck, his arm around your waist tightening a little as he pulls you back against his chest. “been thinkin’, i dunno if i can ever get off without you again.”

those drowsy, mumbled words sparked something in you. never again? what a great opportunity!

“baby, please, come on! just let me touch you, please?” gojo whines, his tone desperate as he presses his face into your stomach and groans. “you’re so pretty, i wanna fuck you so bad…” but no, you can’t relent. you want to see where this goes, and if youre anything, its a person of follow-through.

“no, ‘toru. you can wait.” you retort, carding your fingers through his snowy white locks and continuing with your work on your laptop with the other hand. you almost hope you can make him snap. even if hes been a little rough with you before, youve never seen him really break. maybe you just like how bad he needs you.

and, maybe its his tone when he gets all whiney and needy. maybe.

“angel, love of my life, my perfect spouse, please? anything. anything, seriously. i will buy you a new car if you let me fuck you. god, i swear i will die if—“

okay, maybe you werent a person of your word. so what? hes so desperate, you cant help it.

its not long until your laptop and all the clothes on your body are forgotten on your bedroom floor.

“fuck, baaby, god,” gojo groans, feeding every thick inch of his cock sloooowly into your hole, biting his lip, hair sweat-sticky and flattened to his forehead. “thank you, baby, thank you…” his tone is whiney, but still hoarse, his head pressed into your chest as his hips twitch into yours and his fingers sink into your thighs. “this is why i fuckin’ married you. haahh…” hes whining, whimpering, thrusting his hips into yours with reckless abandon, barely fucking conscious and yet his fingers still clumsily find your sweet spot and rub messy circles around it while something tight and hot coils in your core.

fuck being a person of your word, this was so much better than edging him. gojos hips start pumping more languidly into you as the original heat wears off, groaning deep in his chest while he hikes your thighs up higher on his hips and somehow gets even deeper into you, the weepy, thick head of his cock pressing into all the right spots as it bullies its way into you until youre cumming all around him. gojo lets out a shaky gasp against your skin (the first time his orgasm has ever rendered him speechless, you think smugly in the back of your mind) and hes drooling against your sticky skin and fucking his cum as deep as he can get it into you and babbling about how thankful he is for you when hes got his voice back

edging your spouse obviously was not for the weak. especially when your husband was satoru gojo and obviously couldnt control himself one bit when it came to his new spouse.

[stqrglr1]

Car sex with haechan

Genre: smut, established relationship

18+ minors pls dni !!

Unprotected sex (omg pls wrap it), creampie, mentions of blood

Pls this is so short and shitty pls forgive the hiatus i was dating a marine 🙏 inspired by true events

You’re bouncing on it as he whines so delicately. Its bliss. Every whimper from him makes you only that much hungrier. You cant stop, and wont stop, chasing your own orgasm as you feel floods of his cum fill you up so good. “Mmm baby it hurts but oh my god your pussy is so good.” Grunts and deep growls of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘oh my god’ spewing from his lips as he looks down where your bodies are meeting and pressing together. “i cant stop, im getting close. You can last a little longer right hyuckie? You’re my good boy yeah?” He gasps and hitches his breath at those words. Oh he loves when you call him your good boy.

He grips your hips, digging his nails into the skin. The flesh ripping yet you have no idea if its blood you feel or his sweaty palms on your hips. But hes helping you bounce so theres no complaints. Squirts upon squirts of his drawn out orgasm floods your walls until you see stars finally. You shudder and collapse on his shoulder. He coos and caresses your back “its okay baby you did so good, so good baby.” You both are gasping for air. The windows completely fogged up, the dense heat in the car finally noticeable. You feel all the creamy substance between both your groins. You try to lift yourself off him but you’re far too weak. Haechan takes you effortlessly by the waist and sets you in the seat next to him. You wonder how he has so much power in him to do so considering you drained him for all hes worth trying to finish, he always leaves you amazed. Theres still so much leaking out of you that your body is clenching onto. Its dripping so deliciously down your legs but you only think to yourself all your mixed juices is gonna be on the backseat of his car.

He rubs your sides, “are you okay babe?” He looks down at you with his big doe eyes waiting eagerly to hear about how you feel. Ignoring the mess in his car that hes gonna make you clean up with him later. “So good hyuckie. I feel so good” you lean into the corner of the backseat, spread out and bare, you smile and caress his face. Pushing his hair out of his face. The sweat making it stick to his forehead. Taking multiple attempts before you manage to remove it from its determination to stay on his skin.

“You’re so pretty hyuck.” Giving him a kiss on his cheek and pulling him down to hold him in your arms. Missing being close to him. “You’re my pretty boy.”

He chuckles snuggling into your neck “My dick that good huh?” You giggle a “Fuck you.” He responds with an “I love you too.”

[capquinn]

cant stop thinking putting quinn in the dog house for something he did and him being super clingy and yeah😔😔(im down bad for this man)

STOP he’d be a freaking nightmare to deal with in the dog house and you’d get no satisfaction out of it 😭😭😭

So the thing about Quinn is that he doesn’t mess up often — not in the big ways, at least. So when he does, it hits him like a freight train. He’s not the kind of guy to brush it off or pretend it didn’t happen; he feels it. Deeply. Which is probably why, after whatever dumb thing he’d done, he’d been moping around the house like a kicked puppy for days.

And it wasn’t like you’d slammed a door or screamed at him when it happened. You’d just went quiet. Pulled away. You didn’t even mean to — it was just instinct. But he noticed, of course he did, because Quinn notices everything when it comes to you. And the worst part? You didn’t yell. You didn’t even seem angry. You just looked… hurt.

And that gutted him.

He’d tried giving you space at first, thinking maybe that’s what you wanted. But Quinn’s not a man built for distance. Not from you, atleast. So by day two, he was trailing after you like a lost child, his big, stupid, guilty eyes following you around the house, looking for any sign of forgiveness.

“Need any help with dinner?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I can chop the onions? Or, uh, wash the dishes after?”

“I’ve got it, Quinn.”

It was killing him. Every clipped sentence, every soft sigh chipped away at him bit by bit. And yeah, maybe you weren’t outright ignoring him, but your responses were just polite enough to make him feel the weight of the distance between you. The worst kind of punishment, because it wasn’t really punishment at all — it was just the consequence of hurting someone you love.

By day three, he was in full-on grovel mode. Apologies spilling out of him whenever you so much as glanced his way. Little touches — on your shoulder, your hand, your waist — tentative and quick, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed anymore. And the kicker? He started leaving you notes. Notes. Like he was a middle schooler trying to get his crush back.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re right. I was a jerk.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

They’d pop up everywhere — on the fridge, on your pillow, even in your bag when you were heading out the door. And it wasn’t even annoying; it was just… Quinn. Pathetic in the most endearing way, his guilt so genuine it practically radiated off him.

When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he cornered you in the kitchen, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for impact.

“I hate this,” he muttered, his voice quiet but steady. “I hate that I hurt you. I hate that you can’t even look at me without…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing. “I’ll fix it. Whatever it takes. Just tell me how.”

And how could you stay mad at that? At the man who looked at you like you hung the stars, who was so bad at being in trouble because the thought of being out of your good graces was unbearable to him?

You didn’t say anything right away, just stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your forehead against his chest. His arms came around you instantly, like he’d been waiting for it, and you felt the tension in his body melt away as he buried his face in your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, his voice breaking slightly, and this time, you didn’t just hear the words — you felt them.

“I know,” you said softly, and the weight of it all seemed to lift in that moment.

Quinn would hold you there for as long as you let him, his grip firm but careful, like he was still afraid you might slip away. And when you finally pulled back, his eyes would search yours, full of hope and relief and that quiet, unshakable love that made forgiving him the easiest thing in the world.

[ourfag]

been thinking abt retired ed feeling so fatigued over the Manly Man pedestal he’s been stuck on for decades he scampers out of the gender box with enough force to leave an ed-shaped exit hole. like when u eat a bunch of apples and then cant eat apples for a while after that bc it makes u feel sick. not even in a trans way (at least not yet) they’re just taking off their pants and not putting them on again. i do think “hey i’m still planning on being a guy in the long term but can we just not use guy words to refer to me for a while. yeah put a little they/them sauce on there that’s good” feels like a very 2024 type request to make though and while (considering the source material) i don’t think it would be difficult to render believably, if i were to write it id probably go more in the direction of “hey babe when you ravish me tonight can i be a princess again. no not a guy who’s a princess just a regular princess. yeah a girl one. or maybe i’m a thief and you catch me stea—yeah a girl thief. no i don’t have anything to tell you”

[triglycercule]

horror has KR dust can't be affected by KR unless it's by another version of himself. horror's (somehow) still a judge dust wants repentance for his wrongdoings,,,, someone must see where i'm going with this

i just wanna imagine like if dust ever feels like he's doing something wrong (like having thoughts about gaining LV again or something,,,,) he'll just ask horror to give him like. a quick little punch. hit him with a bone fragment because he needs to feel his sins crawling on his back from a true judge,,,,

and then horror's more than happy to do it 😁😁😁 he winds that shit up before he bitch slaps dust :33 oh you need to be judged DONT WORRY DUST horror is a totally impartial judge that totally won't find your situation both ridiculous and entertaining 😁😁

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

systems shouldn't have to clarify

[prettyboykatsuki]

yknow the kind of like bonedeep orgasms that ppl get after tons of buildup. like eyes in the back of ur head mindless cant form words? yeah. before dating him you thought that “fucked stupid and cumming your brains out” was like an overhyped myth but after karasu you understand all to well. rip

exactly ,,,, it’s hard to explain but karasu really caters to You Specifically. i think a lot of guys (or just ppl honestly) have a certain understanding of sexuality that’s still kind of based on stuff they learned but karasu has sex with you like he knows like. every inch of who you are and fucks you with the intent to untangle all of it. it’s very hard to explain. the way he nudges you, cradles you, holds you—especially the way he speaks to you has such a like. stellar clarity. it’s honestly kind of hard for me to put into words ?

it just feels focused. he wants every orgasm to be the one that breaks you and he manages it with will alone and it’s honestly very scary. you have to really be comfortable with him to let go that much but you can do it bc

he looks so, so scary satisfied after. like so fulfilled it makes you shiver and blindsides you every time. he almost looks wrecked and he wasn’t the one who was being made to cum like that and it’s just So Much. he’s so weird

[potchi-fics]

attention

 an engineer is what you are in piltover. your life mostly consists of work, work, sleep, more work, and helping people when you have free time, so just more work– it’s all you’ve known for whole your life. 

so tell me why you’re in Zaun, hiding under your cloak, gripping your dagger tightly in your small but calloused hands. you do not belong here , you think to yourself. you feel uneasy, anxious, fidgety, tense, on edge; hell, all the synonyms for those words. the thought of zaunites being violent has been engraved in your brain, all the years you’ve been in topside are to be blamed. thuds of your boots meeting the wet ground reach your ears and you cant help but feel their stares, glares , on your figure so you do the next thing that pops up in your mind: enter the bar .

you heave out a sigh at the sight of the bar, drunkards sleeping on the counter. you turn your head and you see a group of people playing cards. you turn your head one more time to see some shady stuff happening in the corner so you choose to ignore it and make yourself seated on a stool– a couple of chairs away from a snoring drunk. 

“what’ll you have?” a rough voice interrupted you from taking a longer look around.

       your gaze falls onto the bartender, catching a glimpse of his name tag: markus. opting for a light drink, you ordered a beer. finally settling down, you feel your muscles relax, convincing yourself that you’re safe.

a clink from the glass cup brings your attention back to markus, still a bit jumpy. “first time?”

“what?” your voice is thick with surprise, unintentionally exposing yourself. 

“not a speck of dirt on you,” he starts, “not even a speck of dust on you. what are you doing here, topsider?” 

       markus’ eyes doesnt judge you, the use of his nickname topsider does not hold any judgment. your shoulders slump down slightly as relief washes over you because, for some reason, you just know that he wont rat you out to the public.

beer almost escaping the cup seeing you quickly bring it up to your lips, “to be honest with you, i dont even know, man. i guess i just got curious?”

he snorts, busying himself with cleaning other cups, “curiosity will get you killed, lady.” 

       you talk for a few minutes before getting interrupted by a sudden yelling. you dont bother to look around– given the sounds of punching, groaning, and more punching, you figure to mind your own business. instinctively, your hand reaches for your dagger just in time when a drunkard sluggishly approaches you.

slurred words, a stinky smell fills your aroma which makes you wince, “what’re you doin’ here all ‘lone, pretty?”

you try to ignore him.

“hey,” he puts his hand on your shoulder, “im talking to you, bitch.”

       blink and they’d miss how you swat his filthy hand away from you just to stab it into the counter. screams of agony filled the already noisy bar but you could only glare at the man– your eyes soulless and dead. 

he grabs your wrist holding the dagger with his other hand. “you bitch,” he manages to snarl out. 

“yeah? sorry,” you finish him off by slamming his head on the side of the counter, “didnt hear you.” you spat out.

       effectively knocking him out, you angrily take back your dagger, making eye contact with the scared bartender. his eyes widening signaled you that someone was behind you, ready to strike. mentally thanking him, you took a step to the side, barely escaping an angry fist. men are such babies. seeing an opening for a strike to his head, you took it– mustering all the strength in your body to punch him. he stumbles back a bit while holding his head before charging at you– however, you were much quicker: you threw your remaining beer at his face, distracting and blinding him for a moment. but a moment is all you need; you stab his side, lifting his head by pushing his jaw upwards, you pull out your knife before sinking your lovely knife into his shoulder. he didnt get a chance to scream since you grabbed his head with both of your hands and forcibly slamming his face down on the stool.

“fuck,” you pant out, adrenaline pumping in your veins now. “fucking stupid ass fucking bitches gettin’ on my fucking damn nerve. what is wrong with you drunkards.”

      with a crouch, you snatched your dagger from the man’s shoulder, wiping it on his clothes in the process of cleaning it. once more, you look at markus– taking notice of the eerily quiet bar, shit , the curse echoed in your mind.

you bring your finger up to your lips to signal him to be quiet. one last look at the man on the floor, you throw change into the bloody counter and leave the bar as fast as possible. you turn to alleyways to alleyways to run away from a bar because you know that you made a scene, and the last thing that you want is attention.

what you dont know is a cloaked figure, smoke coming out of her cigarette is already watching your every move. you dont know that you’ve caught the eyes of a one-armed army, her mechanical arm softly humming as its gears and fans do their jobs.

       you dont know you’ve caught the attention of sevika.

[orbital-inclination]

Continuation of this post:

Child!Molt and Rem exploring the ruins together

Rem holding Molt’s hand as they navigate puzzles and look for hidden switches.

Molt trips over a sentient rock twice.

The second time, it asks if he’s okay.

The monsters of the ruins respond to the twins differently. they express an immediate positive association with molt, though he hasn't said a word to them. Their first impression of rem ranges from indifference to "that boy... there is something wrong with him, isn't there?" - "Hmph. keep an eye on that one."

Alter is biased (raised both Papyrus and Gaster) and therefore gets an initial immunity buff to the "golden apples" and "black apple" status effect.

In an effort to prevent children from escaping from his house, Alter!Sans filled the stairwell with ball pit balls. To leave the ruins, you would have to swim through the ball pit and cut your way out of the net keeping the balls in place at the bottom.

Alter!Sans introduces the boys to pizza. (The scorched quiche was kind of a bust.)

Alter!Sans offhandedly mentions how nostalgic it is to have baby bones running around the house again. Rem and Molt remind him of his brothers. Rem is incensed by the idea that he is still considered a baby bones. (He left home after all. You cant be a baby bones anymore if you left home.)

Rem refuses to wear the stripped shirt he is offered.

Molt complies but once Alter is has left the room, Molt wiggles out of his stripped shirt and complains about it to Rem. “It’s too restricting…”

For the entirety of their visit, Molt refuses to speak if Alter is within earshot. At this point in time, Molt can’t bring himself to speak in front of adults. he claims up, it feels physically impossible to speak. so Rem makes demands on his behalf. Trivia: I misspelled Alter!Sans as Altar!Sans twice while making this post and now i can't stop thinking about Alter's evil cousin, Altar!Sans, who leads a cult.

[carletes]

Nooo now i cant stop thinking about gigi and teto in tsor 😭

“And then after the meeting with the ambassador from Maroc?”

“After that, mi vida, I should be free to luncheon with you,” Prince Sir Carlos of Hiberia and Anglosax declared with a smile as he shrugged on an oilskin coat over his doublet. It was a blustery winter day in Thameside, which meant it was wet. “Is that acceptable?”

His husband, Prince Sir Lando of Anglosax, sniffed thoughtfully. By contrast, Lando was reclined in a settee, his belly full with child, looking ever so slightly discomfited. It made Carlos’ core clench; he longed to run his fingers over Lando’s lips, kiss the pout from them. “I suppose that is acceptable. You must give me a full summary of the ambassador’s concerns.”

“When do I not?” Carlos demanded, still fussing with the buttons on his coat. His hands were swatted aside by his valet, Pierluigi, whose no-nonsense ways and subtle humor had won the famously anti-valet Hiberian prince over. Pierluigi rolled his eyes as he buttoned Carlos up and shrugged at Lando.

“When has he not, he asks, as though he will not fall at your feet and fuss over your heirs the moment he is through the doors.”

“Precisely,” Lando exclaimed. He had recently taken a fall while on an excursion, and had been consigned to their rooms on pain of revoking sparring privileges. “I’m not fucking jesting, Carlos, I need a proper accounting of every word. Pier, will you–?”

“Of course, my liege,” Pierluigi clipped out, with a smart salute to boot. “I will take the notes myself.”

“What days have befallen us,” Carlos growled, turning away from his valet’s stern appraisal, “that a man is discouraged from being concerned for his expectant spouse?”

But before Lando or Pier could answer that question, there was a rap on the door.

“I will go,” Pier said, turning on his heels to investigate. Lando sighed and made to stand; immediately, Carlos closed the distance between them and took Lando’s hands, helping him up.

“You are well?” Carlos asked, all previous consternation forgotten. Lando smiled at him, patting Carlos’ cheek. Carlos turned his head and kissed Lando’s fingers, his palm, his wrist.

“I am well,” Lando said. “I just wanted to stretch.”

And Carlos watched as his spouse lifted his hands over his head, groaning softly as his beleaguered joints protested. He was beautiful; tired, yes, but beautiful, the glow of being encumbered hypnotic. Carlos took Lando’s hips, seeking the ties of his gown.

“Carlos,” Lando warned, rolling his eyes.

“I will be quick,” Carlos murmured, his lips already beneath Lando’s ear. “It will not take much.”

“You are a filthy man,” Lando said, but Carlos could feel Lando turn his head to the side for Carlos’ ministrations. He would not need to prepare Lando; they had already made love that morning, Carlos awoken by Lando’s wanton moans as he bobbed his head on Carlos, his eyes as guilty as they were desperately, coming off of Carlos’ cock with a sinful pop as he gasped, “Please, please–”

But before Carlos could lift Lando into his arms, Lando said, firm, “Carlos. Pier went to check the door, remember?”

Oh. Yes.

“Sorry,” Carlos grumbled. He suddenly resented whoever was at the door. He resented the Maroquen ambassador. He resented everyone who wanted his time. If he had his way, he would be tending to his gorgeous, strong, brave, powerful, disagreeable, scowling, lustful spouse himself.

Alack and alas.

“Pierluigi,” Carlos called, adjusting his coat over his newly tight breeches. “What news?”

“No news, Sir Carlos,” Pier called from the other room, his voice a little odd. “Your friend, Sir Roberto of Merhi.”

“Ah!” Carlos said, smiling. He took Lando’s hands, leading Lando towards the main room. Lando waddled alongside him, looking ready to give birth for all that he was merely 6 months into his encumbrance. “Teto, ¿que tal?”

Then, Carlos stopped. Teto had a look on his face. He seemed…distracted. Unfocused. “Ay, Teto, ¿que pasó?”

“Hm?” Teto said, looking at Pier. “Oh. Uh. Nothing. Your Royal Majesties,” he said, bowing to Lando and Carlos, oddly formal.”

“All is well, Teto?” Lando said, and he too sounded curious.

“Yes! Yes! Apologies for worrying you, Lando,” Teto said, shaking his head. He smiled at Carlos and Lando. “You both look well. I just came to tell you that the Maroquen ambassador would like to extend an invitation to luncheon after the meeting.”

“Luncheon? No, I must decline,” Carlos said firmly. “I said I would luncheon with Lando.”

“It’s fine,” Lando said quickly, peering at Pierluigi, who was himself quite silent. “Maybe I’ll join you and the ambassador for luncheon.”

“Lando,” Carlos protested, but Lando put a hand on his elbow.

“The air will do me good, I am stifled in here,” Lando said firmly. It was as close to an order as Lando would issue, so Carlos sighed.

“Very well. I can keep an eye on you, then.”

“Perhaps,” Lando said musingly. Then, “Carlos, have you introduced our friends to each other?”

“Oh!” Carlos said, laughing. “I am so sorry. Yes. Teto, my friend, this is Pierluigi Della Bona, my valet and new friend. Pier, this is Roberto de Merhi, one of my oldest, truest friends.”

“A valet,” Teto said, his voice distracted again as he shook Pier’s hand. “I am surprised, Carlos.”

“He cannot cow me like he did the others,” Pier said, an odd smile on his mouth, eyes glittering. “I am as stubborn as this toro.”

“Then you are certainly worthy of your post,” Teto said. It was quite a long handshake.

“He is very capable,” Lando said suddenly, grinning. “Pier puts Carlos in his place. Kind of like you, Teto.”

“Hey,” Carlos said reproachfully.

“And he has started the mustache trend in the palace,” Lando continued as if Carlos had not spoken. Carlos frowned—had Pier?

“I have noticed a glut of mustachioed faces since my last visit,” Teto said, and Carlos once again wondered if that was true at all. “It is a- handsome look on some men.”

“Some?” Pier asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Not everyone can pull off such a strong look.”

What the fuck was everyone talking about.

“Come, husband,” Lando said, slipping an arm through Carlos’. “Why don’t we let Teto and Pier get acquainted, and you can help me get dressed.”

Oh. Yes.

His friends’ odd behavior forgotten, Carlos quickly helped Lando back to their rooms, closing the door behind them. There, Carlos lifted Lando onto their bed.

“Will you deny me now?” Carlos asked, straddling Lando’s thighs, pulling the ties of his gown loose. They came away, exposing his husband’s light golden skin, the expanse of his belly, his lush beauty.

“No,” Lando said, smiling coyly, “but you might not want to continue once I tell you what I’ve observed.”

And indeed, when Lando told Carlos that he believed Teto and Pier had certain eyes for each other, Carlos could have sworn his manhood retracted.

[helplessautomaton]

Yandere Daisuke

WC 622

not posting this from my laptop so things might look a bit off, apologies. also this is my first fic back since june!!. also i wrote this in like 30 mintues,,,

also might be slightly ooc, if it is sorry but still try to enjoy my spin on the character!!

yandere daisuke drabbles since im still kinda getting in the fandom (couldnt buy the game but watched a video going in detail abt so if anything is amiss, that is why!)

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a useless ray of sunshine, daisuke. wanting to look at the brighter side of the situation you all were in. attached to your hip, smiling brightly as ever. remembering when you two first met, along with everyone else. not exactly fit in but tried to make it work while being optimistic in the compacted environment of the Tuplar walls. since you were near the same age as Daisuke, you got the most time spent with him. goofy, a bit stumblely but overall trying his best, giving nervous smiles when ever Swansea scolded him for messing around.

as days went by you two got closer, beaming as he saw you, getting more excited which meant he was a bit more loud, earning glares from the othersides of the room. inside your heart was happy that you got this close with someone this fast and near your age, even if your grumpy old man coworker scolded you more than the hours you spent working. but it was the silent acknowledgement he didnt truly mind you two.

his body going tense whenever jimmy had shot a nasty comment in your way, belittling you with dismissive eyes. daisuke immediately pulling you away with slightly less than ginger hands, while giving somewhat of an empty look. then just as quickly beaming back up using any excuse he could to get you two out of there. opening his heart up to you like always, so even if you shift uncomfortably, you'll stay with him just a bit longer. gentle tears dropping down his face saying hes just so happy you stick with him, your coworker,  when youre going through hard-to-speak-about emotions. you couldnt tell if he was getting dependent on you, following you around more, always wearing a smile plastered on his face. looks you'll never see but everyone around you sees, brushing daisuke's eyes of odd character off, but instead "joking" at your confused expression when they tell you of daisuke's sudden stares.

when you're done with anya's psych evaluation, hes waiting for you, taking off with you despite your quiet protests. taking up all the time you have as everyone else gets slighly more frustrated.

after the crash hes more clingly, not willing to leave your side ever even if you get yelled at by swansea or even jimmy. daisuke is always checking your form for any injuries you might or did get. still trying to make you see his optimistic side in all of this, even though he's shaking a little with you in his arms. even if anya wanted to come near you, he'd usher her away saying that you need time, he just cares about his about his friend yknow! swansea is getting more tense and you try to tighten up to give him less of a headache during this stress. but daisuke insists of being there even when swansea is losing his cool and you're exasperated trying to tell him to get on a break.

jimmy cant get a few words in before your spun away or daisuke tries to get him to leave. you get drunk with daisuke and he spills his heart to you even more with how he even got to be here by his parents. saying how they wouldve loved you, anything he could think of, he said. the boy drunkly hugged you securely on the tiles of the Tuplar's rough ground. he wanted to be by yourside to the end and make everything worth it despite the current tragedy.

god forbid if you died before him..

[peachhcs]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachhcs/767959888939941888/httpswwwtumblrcompeachhcs767185748593164288

don’t apologize love writing takes time!

i love them and so glad they are communicating well ! i see will just taking more time to reassure making sure she feels a bit better more and maybe he starts calling her first more just to talk more and it helps a lot

maybe because she is hurt and cant play she comes to visit will for while doing some of her school online and it helps them a lot

part 10!! wow i can’t believe this accumulated so many parts. i think i’m gonna split this into two and make samy visiting will in california it’s own post if that’s ok and that’s what y’all want :) so sorry this one is a bit shorter than the others 😖

au masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

it’d been almost three weeks since samy’s shoulder injury. she was getting a lot better every week and pt was for sure helping, but she still couldn’t play. the doctors hadn’t cleared her yet, so instead, the brunette was stuck doing what little she could at practice like legs or any footwork the coach had the girls work on.

she was bit discouraged because it was the first time since she started soccer that she couldn’t play every single day. it wasn’t something samy was used to, especially being so stationary all the time.

she left practice early wednesday night after not having anything to do. hannah was still in class when samy got into their apartment and that’s when her phone started loudly vibrating in her backpack.

“what the hell,” the soccer player cursed to herself as she dropped her backpack onto the ground and began rummaging through it.

she got her hands on her phone in the second pocket, her slight frustration turning to happiness when she saw will’s name on the screen.

“hi, will,” samy smiled when his face appeared.

“hey, pretty. what are you doing?” the blonde wondered while samy shuffled into her room to talk.

“came back from practice early today. there wasn’t a lot i could do today, so i just left,” the brunette shrugged, falling back onto her bed.

“i’m sorry. how’s the shoulder?”

“it’s fine. i guess i’m just bored and wish i could be playing instead of sitting around all day,” the two shared a frown at her words.

“have you tried doing other things that don’t involve using your arms? walking? running?” will suggested.

“yeah, but it bores me really quickly. i think i need things that are high intensity and quick moving. walking is a bit too slow for me,” samy chuckled to herself.

“figures. you did grow up doing the most contact, quick moving sports.”

“how are you though? how’s everything?” samy changed the subject. she didn’t really like talking about herself that much so she always made it a point to ask will about his day.

“i’m good. practice has been long, but it’s been fine. i miss you,” will hummed and that made the girl smile. even though they did just see each other about two and a half weeks ago, they’ll always miss one another no matter how much time passed since last time.

“i’m glad everything’s going well. coach didn’t kill you too hard for just leaving without a word?”

“no..not really. i do have to, uh, clean the rink after every practice for the next like month, but hey i’ll take it,” the blonde shrugged and it always amazed samy how nonchalant will could be about hockey sometimes because if that were her, she’d probably be freaking out more.

“well, i admire your coolness about it. thanks for coming to visit again, by the way. i liked seeing you and hopefully we can see one another again soon,” the brunette grinned.

“you know, i’ve actually been kind of thinking about that. since you aren’t really playing because of your shoulder..i was wondering if you..wanted to take that opportunity to come to san jose for the first time since you and my mom and sister dropped me off here?” will asked like he was asking his mom to let him spend the night at someone’s house when he was younger.

a flush rose to samy’s cheeks, “like..come to san jose? i-i don’t really have money or anything..”

“i’ll buy your ticket,” the boy immediately cut in.

“i can’t ask you to do that. we’ve talked about this, will,” samy flushed some more.

“i know, i know, but i figured it could take your mind off of things for a weekend? i can show you around san jose some more, we can do whatever you want really. plus, i have the money. i don’t mind. i wanna see you,” will explained his reasoning making samy’s flush turn into a pink blush on her cheeks.

“i wanna see you too. you really don’t mind buying my ticket? i..i don’t wanna make you think i’m like relying on you to do that..”

“baby, i promise you’re not. i want to. let me buy it for you and anything else you want when you come visit?” will cheered and samy rolled her eyes.

“maybe not that far, but i guess a trip to san jose won’t hurt. i have been trying to figure out when i can come visit you,” a smile crept its way onto will’s lips the more samy’s decision leaned to yes.

“exactly. let me at least take some of the burden off of you by buying your plane ticket.”

it seemed to be decided as the brunette slowly gave in. her smile turned into a grin and so did will’s seeing her pretty face. “okay, okay, i’ll come visit. next weekend i have no tests or anything to worry about,” the hughes decided.

“yes! i knew i could convince you. i’ll buy them right now,” will exclaimed and the girl giggled as she watched her boyfriend open up his laptop.

“i love you,” samy hummed.

“i love you, too,” will blew her a kiss through the phone which samy caught. she held her hand to her heart and giggled when will spun his computer around to show her the tickets he was thinking about buying.

[lover-girl-for-life]

More jschlut smut

i cant seem to find the motivation to finish this so ima js post it.

Smut!! ,bottom/bratty schlatt, handcuffs 😳 and thats it lmk if i missed anything i haven’t looked at this in like a week. smut bellow the cut !MDNI!

Y/n looks down at Schlatt, a grin on her face. “You wanna be a good boy now?” She asks, reaching down to tug slightly on his hair, forcing him to look up at her. “Ngh-..” A whimper leaves Schlatt’s mouth. His cheeks are flushed red, his lips red and bitten, His cock leaking. “Fuck- Toots, please..” He begs, his hands moving from behind his back to her knees. “Please.. just- please fuck me..” Y/n makes a humming sound, pretending to think about his words. “Hm, nah, i dont think i will.” She replied, patting his cheek then standing up. “Since you were being such a tease earlier.. you’re gunna sit there, look pretty, and watch.” Slowly, Y/n begins to strip out of the little clothing she still had on. Schlatt watches as she once again makes her way back to the bed, sitting on her knees. Y/n reaches into the bedside drawer, she pulls out a pink dildo. Schlatt whines, mouth opening to speak. “You wanna be a good boy for mommy?” She asks, looking up from the dildo in front of her. “Yeah, but-“ “Then you’ll be quiet and take your punishment.” Schlatt sighs, looking away. Y/n, fed up with his bratty behavior, takes out handcuffs from the drawer. Schlatt catches them when thrown to him, looking at Y/n with an annoyed expression. “You want the ring too?” Schlatt shakes his head, being able to put the cuffs on himself after the many times he’s been through this. “Good boy.. maybe i’ll let you cum in me if you keep this up.” Y/n lifts herself up, slowly sinking down onto the silicone cock. Her face twisted in pleasure and a bit of pain. “Fuck..” She whispered, sitting with the base of the cock inside her. She could feel Schlatt’s gaze on her body. Y/n begins to bounce on it, making sure to exaggerate her movements. 

[abyssal-ilk]

one of the most annoying things about being both a sera and vivienne enjoyer isn't even the fandom. it's the game itself that is like. primed to try and make you dislike both of them. or at the very least it operates under the assumption that you already don't like them.

the player is rarely allowed to give sera actually positive and understanding responses but is given every opportunity to kick her out of the inquisiton (she is the only companion this is a constant option for) and to insult her/her beliefs. so many of the player dialogue choices have the inquisitor calling sera unreasonable or nonsensical but so few letting you fully agree with her in a way that doesn't sound condescending in some way. this even extends to some of the companions and how they interact with her.

and then for vivienne, she is constantly referred to as being untrustworthy, manipulative, and "only in it for her own goals" when. surprise. everyone here is here for their own goals. solas and blackwall actively lie to and manipulate the player while iron bull has the potential to turn on them completely and cassandra repeatedly presses the inquisitor into being a religious icon to fit her own beliefs, even when they protest. not even mentioning the "but what's her real agenda 🤔" line in her character trailer, the snow white reference in her personal quest, and how her epilogue slides have this Edge to them that no one else seems to get.

idk!! just wow. wish the game liked them more.